#the woman is never stated cause it could be whoever you want it to be

[stoneexo]

hey my babes, so i've been super overwhelmed with school and work lately (literally spent 3hrs trying to get home yesterday in what is normally a 45min drive, love canadian winter), so i'm a little late on this for y'all and i'm so sorry :') so here is the little sevika blurb that i promised to keep you occupied while i try to wrap up the vi x reader fic & proof read it! unless you guys don't want it proof read? (lmk)

anyways, enjoy!!

sevika was used to fucking, and she was used to giving a good strap-down treatment. after all, she had always preferred to touch than be touched. but there was something completely different when it came to you, underneath her like this, bent over so pretty while she pounded you stupid. she was used to being rough, the drooling, the scratching at her partner's hips as she forced herself impossibly deeper into whoever's cunt she happened to be fucking that night. she was used to the control. the power. but with you, it all went out the window.

she wanted to touch you so badly. no, she needed to. her flesh hand wanders around your body, exploring every mountain and valley on your body while she gets drunk on the sounds you make under her. she wasn't used to this, to having a need like this. to not being in control. even though you were the one pinned beneath her, back arched and body on full display. everything about you was intoxicating, the way you bounced back on her, the pretty mewls and moans that left your lips in between the cries of her name. and when you reached back to hold her warm hand that was now gripping a fistful of your ass, practically sobbing on her dick, she knew damn well that you were calling the shots now. as she hunched over you, pressing even deeper, drool dripping down your back as she rutted mindlessly into you, sevika knew she would do anything you asked of her now.

something about you like this just did something to her; it was better than drinking, better than smoking, better than shimmer, better than anything else this world had to offer, she was sure of it. she bit down into your shoulder in an effort to contain herself, her hips snapping into yours violently as you struggled to speak in your fucked out state. "d—don't fu—ckin' stop 'vika!" you stammered out, voice pitchy and breathless as the words struggled to come out. sevika only bit down harder into your shoulder in response, causing you to moan yet again.

sevika had experienced phantom limbs before with her arm, but never like this. she swore she could feel you clenching around her cock, impossibly wet, pussy fluttering with each stroke. and it felt like heaven on earth. whatever she had done to deserve this, she would do it a million times over if it meant spending one second longer in your perfect pussy. "ha—i'm gonna c—cum!" you squeaked out, grabbing onto the sheets desperately as sevika ravished your body, squeezing all over as you approached the edge.

"come on doll, give it to me." she murmured— no, demanded, laying a kiss where she had been biting previously, before licking it, her voice breathy and sultry. and you did just that, cumming nearly on command to her desprate rutting.

and that's what did her in, you were sure, as you heard a desperate whimper escape the stoic copper-skinned woman's lips as you clenched around her strap. the nails of her metal claw dug into your hips as her thrusting stuttered. but as quick as the pause came, it went, and she was pounding you even harder than before, leading to your explosive end as you sobbed out underneath her. sevika had never needed someone like this before; so bad that she lost all control of her body, that she made pathetic sounds like this. and she was mortified by the noises she was making, to say the least.

sevika bit her lip and tried to fight back another whine but she couldn't help it as you squeezed her hand and her cock yet again— and she found herself wishing she could be inside you like this for real as she struggled not to cum herself just from your body and pleasure. she tried to stifle the noises, biting her lip so hard she knew it was bleeding, but that fell apart the moment your begging began. "p—please baby w—anna hear yo—u!" you pleaded, body shaking from the overstimulation as she ravaged your body.

and sevika did let go, a flurry of whines and whimpers escaping her lips as she destroyed your cunt till you couldn't take it anymore, making sure you were good and fucked out before she began to slow. you were in a daze of euphoria beneath her as she pulled out and you collapsed on the bed. sevika only left you to retrieve a towel and a glass of water, fully intent on cleaning you up and showering you with kisses as she finds you passed out on your bed.

(you make sure to let her know the next morning, however, that you'll need to hear her like that more often...)

[bxnnybimbeax]

thinking about.. best friend!satoru gojo who immediately answers when you come calling

bestie!gojo who not-so-secretly, secretly has feelings for you

bestie!gojo who knows everything there is to know about you. Your oh-so wonderful taste in partners… Your likes and dislikes, hobbies, career plans, plans for the future.. anything and everything. Even if you do or don’t exactly tell him

bestie!gojo who drops everything that he’s doing to come see you, when hearing your incoherent sentences of something along the lines of, “…. dumped boyfriend… cheated..”

bestie!gojo who comforts you in your time of need. Listening to all your rants about your ex-boyfriend, supplying you with whatever he thinks would cheer you up, offering you comforting words instead of solutions.

What a great best friend to have!! Right..?

“I hate him so much! What a no good bitch ass womanizer!!” You exclaimed in a fit of rage, scrolling through the posts of the woman who, your ex cheated on you with, as satoru tiredly sighs.

“What does she have that I don’t-“ and before you could continue on, you get cut off by your best friend, Satoru. “Absolutely nothing, sweetheart. You should know your worth by now. It’s not something you have or ‘don’t have,’ it’s the simple minded mentality of… What’s his name again?— Doesn’t matter, He’s too simple minded to know the true worth of what he has in front of him.” He tangibly states, as if it was the most well-known fact in the world.

You attempted to up at him through your clouded vision, blinking away tears that spilled like waterfalls. Taking glances between Satoru, and the images on your phone, you stay silent as he studies you, pools of cool colored diamond eyes staring into yours, hoping to see any slight change of positivity.

He sighs again, taking a seat on your bed as he snatches your phone away from you, and before you could protest, he cuts you off once again… by pulling you close, into a hug. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around him, as you let out all your pent up feelings. Sobbing into his chest, as he soothes circles into your back, not caring that you mess up whatever designer shirt he’s wearing.

Satoru’s heart breaks hearing you hurt, he wants nothing more than to ruin whoever was the cause of your problems. But right now, he’s more focused on you.

Satoru hushes your cries, wiping away the salty crystalline off your face as he speaks up, “Oh baby, don’t waste your tears on him. He has no idea what he’s missing out on. Don’t waste your energy on a leech that only takes from you, and never gives. Your deserve someone who reciprocates your feelings, and so much more.” He admitted in a dulcet tone, giving feathery caresses to the side of your face, as he placed a sparse kiss to the side of your temple.

“Cheer up, theses plenty of people who would give the world and die for your affection.” He states in a much more cheerful and playful tone, making you laugh in response to his exaggerated claim.

…

best friend! Satoru who stays with you, through the night. Comforting and creating a much more positive atmosphere to the contrasted gloomy mood

best friend! Satoru who maybe, you don’t see as just a friend anymore..?

A/N: Whats goody gangy. ☝🏾🤓 Sorry I was gone for 5 months I was going thru it with some bitch ass nigga I dumped, which is kinda what I based this fic off of, except no boy bsf I’m in love with to comfort me.💔 He made me delete tumblr so I couldn’t write 😞 I still kept on reading tho 😈

Not proof read btw, bc I’m high as a mf, writing with dyslexia. And it’s late a night, idk if it’s gonna be late when I post this tho😛

If y’all sent a request, resend it plssss. 🙏🏾 I need inspo mookies, and if you have a request feel free to send one in. Msg me abt wtv, and lmk if I can improve on anything

Thanks lovies take care and, hope y’all enjoyed!! 🩷

-bxnnybimbeax

[tokkiwrites]

CARE FOR SOME COOKiES?

in which Tangerine has had a not so healthy obsession for the girl next door for a while now & he finally gets what he wants.

tags: neighbor tan, smut, mean (kind of) dom tangerine, afab reader, sub reader, degradation, bdsm themes, dumbification of reader, unprotected sex (p in v) + more. just filthy filthy smut :p

the way her soft locks fell onto her round shoulders, covering her pretty neck. the way she always sheepishly tucked a piece behind her ear every time she saw him. it wasn't hard to see that he was long gone now.

the small crush has turned into something more. he hates it because he'd rather not want to fantasize about her all night long, but the thin walls provide him with utmost sounds when she touches herself late at night. it's not his fault she is so pretty and delicate, oblivious even to how she makes his heart beat so fast and how quickly he gets hard only at the sight of her.

he is taken out of his deep thinking state when the sound of someone knocking on his door causes him to jolt out of his seat.

"fuckin' hell, mate. who is it at this hour..?"

he rubs the bridge of his nose before opening the front door, ready to tear through whoever thought it was a good idea to bother him at 9pm on a Thursday night.

"the fuck ya wan-" he stops before he could finish his sentence, as behind the door was his dream come true of a woman. the smell of warm brown sugar and her jasmine perfume mix in the air, invading his lungs.

"hi, neighbor! care for some cookies?" she lets out the cutest giggle ever known to man, and tangerine feels like he could eat her then and there. she was dressed in a floral pink dress that reached her mid thigh, her hair in two messy pigtails, and splotches of flower scattered on her face and the top of the dress.

he looks at her up and down, quirking his eyebrows up before smiling and finally saying something. he was so lost at the sight of her. and he wasn't the only one in that position. y/n could barely mutter the words when she first saw him, only in a pair of dark sweatpants. no shirt, no nothing. just his perfectly messy curly hair and his way too good-looking mustache.

"hey, luv." tangerine tries to play his usual, confident and cocky self, which works because as soon as those words left his mouth y/n's legs felt like jelly, she swears her stomach just did a backflip.

"ya baked cookies, huh?" he teases.

"i mean...i tried! promise i didn't poison them!" she tilts her head up, trying to hand him the plate full warm strawberry crumble cookies.

"thanks, luv. care for a cup of tea? i think it'll go perfectly with your cookies."

she could die right now, cheeks oh so red, much like the strawberry jam in those cookies.

"that'd be nice-- I'd like that." she hums, nodding her head in agreement as tangerine motions her to enter his apartment.

it smelled so much like him. It felt like a big warm embrace, much like the ones she was fantasizing about all those nights she couldn't keep quiet.

" It's so pretty in here!"

" yeah, 's my mates work, Lemon. He has a keen eye for...decor, i suppose."

another giggle slips through her rosy and round lips. it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. and head. and heart. and gave him a magic potion because the effect this girl had on him was truly incomprehensible.

"uh- why don't ya sit down, darlin', yeah? and ill make us both some tea."

"sounds great!" she scurried into the nearest armchair, settling the plate of cookies on the coffee table right in front of her.

after some moments pass the tall bloke returns with two mugs filled with warm tea. as he places them down on the table he sits down opposite of y/n, his eyes never leaving her thighs, barely covered by that dress.

"so-" he makes a pause before smiling up at her "why'd you bring me the cookies?"

y/n smiles shyly before finally blurting out her thoughts.

"you always seem so grumpy, especially when you come home from work. and you seemed lonely... n i just wanted to sweeten up your week just a little bit."

someone better give this man an award for self control, because it takes so much will power for him to not just ravage the adorable bundle in front of him.

nonetheless, he leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the knuckles of his hands. "oh?"

"that so?" he asks, a little chuckle after that.

"yeah...please dont get mad that i called you grumpy! and implying that you have no friends! its not what i meant, i just-"

"i know, luv, its fine. thank you for thinking about me. but you don't have to fill that pretty little head of yours with worries, yeah?"

that's it, she might as well let her heart jump out of her chest and run a marathon, because the way her heartbeat was increasing every second wasn't normal.

"can you at least try the cookies..?"

"yeah, darlin'." he smiles before reaching and grabbing one of the small cookies. heart shaped? god, even the cookies she makes are just as adorable. he bites in and his tastebuds are immediately flooded with the taste of strawberries, his eyes widening in response.

"a-are they bad?" y/n asks, anxiously

bad? that small bite tasted like heaven. he swears this girl is some kind of love witch.

"god, y/n. are you kidding? these are bloody amazing." after that, he started stuffing his face with more cookies, crumbs getting caught in his mustache.

"I'm so happy you like them..." her heart skips a beat, as she sips from her tea, so in trance that she manages to slip the cup through her fingers, splattering the tea all over herself and tangerines leather armchair.

"oh my god!" she yelps, embarrassed of herself, blood rushing to her face

" ya okay, luv?" tangerine worried, gets up from his place, grabbing a rag and quickly leaning in front of y/n "wasn't too hot, yeah? didn't burn yourself?"

"m fine, just embarrassed.." she puffs out her cheeks "even ruined your chiar."

"hey, darlin, don't worry, its leather, one wipe with water and its okay, yeah?

he reaches in and stars wiping her wet things with the rag, his rough fingers brushing agains her blushed skin. as he reached her inner thighs, he looks her dead in the eyes, only to find a flustered y/n looking at him with those doe eyes of hers that drive him mad.

without even thinking he presses his other hand onto her thighs, pulling himself up and hovering over her, his hands now gripping the arm rests of the chair.

how much he's dreamed of this, to see her all red and flushed under him, unable to say anything.

"y'okay, doll?" he smirks rather darkly, his face inching closer to hers.

she bites the inside of her cheeks, nodding as she couldn't believe what was happening. was she dreaming? was she imagining things? she caught herself off guard as she whispered bashfully "you can kiss me.."

"what?"

her eyes widened as she heard what she said, whole body now cemented in place by embarrassment.

"n-nothing, i-"

"do you really want me to, luv?"

she chokes on her breath, a timid yes slipping past her lips.

"i wanna hear ya say it, doll. what do you want me to do, huh?"

"want you to k-iss me." she couldn't believe herself.

this was it, the moment tangerine has been waiting for months. he has her now, and it'll take certainly more than a kiss to satiate his deep hunger for her.

"oh, luv. I'm so thankful you asked me to. i didn't know how much i could hold myself back."

he licks his lips, scanning her again, all stone still and flustered under him.

"when I saw you...the way you look right now. did it on purpose? huh? wanted to get a reaction out of me?"

she breathes heavily, before nodding her head, the hem of her wet dress twirling between her fingers.

"my sweet girl. you've no idea how little you need to do just to get me goin'."

"i d-do..?"

"you don't seem to understand, luv. you're deep inside my skin, my veins, my bones. you're everything my soul has yearned for all this time. since the moment i saw you."

he growls before finally leaning down and kissing her with an insatiable thirst. grabbing her by the hips he swiftly changes their position, placing y/n atop of his lap.

the feeling of his calloused palms all over her skin was indescribable, it was just like those many dreams she had of him. after a few more minutes tangerine pulls out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

he smirks, tracing y/n's skin with his fingers before speaking up.

"you wanna keep goin', love? want me to stop?"

"no! p-lease don't..."

"as you wish, doll. promise ill be gentle, yeah?"

he's interrupted by y/n's soft voice "please, don't.."

she gulps before finally continuing "don't be gentle...w-ant you to use me. p-lease?"

he scoffed, feeling himself getting harder and harder "that so? wanna be my little abuse doll?"

"y-yes.."

"y'know, y/n, never thought you'd be like this. i mean, you look so innocent and bubbly. but i guess..." he trails off before wrapping his large hand around her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "-thats just a mask, yeah? you're actually a dumb pup who wants to be used, no."

y/n whimpers, eagerly nodding her head and leaning into tangerines touch. "y-es" she manages to choke out, before she feels a strong tug on one of her pigtails, pulling her to the floor, kneeling at tangerines feet.

"then get to it, doll." he smirks before motioning y/n closer to his crotch. "c'mon, dont make me ask twice."

she places her palms at the hem of his pants, before pulling them down alongside his boxers. she jumped slightly as she saw what was expecting her. she couldn't believe her eyes, how is she going to fit all that in?

"what's wrong, luv?" he asks almost on a mocking tone.

"t-too big."

"you'll manage." he pats her head before tugging at her hair again. she whimpers at the gesture before leaning in closer. looking up as if asking for approval, she wraps her lips around the tip of his thick shaft.

"fuckin hell-" he bites his lower lip as he simultaneously pushes y/n's head further down, making her whine on it "yeah, just like that. c'mon darlin..." his head falls back, hips buckling up into a steady thrust, the only sounds filling the room being tangerines groans and y/n's soft moans.

the few minutes that flew by felt like more to y/n, her jaw wincing in pain from the size of tangeries shaft. even so, it fit perfectly in her mouth, he thought -- oh, how much he dreamed of this moment, having her like this, on her knees ready to take him. his mind went hazy as he felt his orgasm approaching. grabbing y/n by the back of her head, he pushed in further, thrusting one final time before finally releasing himself in her warm mouth.

after coming down from his high, he looked back down at y/n. "fuck." he muttered as he felt himself harden again at the sight: her rosy cheeks tainted by tears, lips swollen, semen and drool covering them and her chin.

"you're so pretty like this, luv. so pretty with your mouth full" he chuckles before swiftly picking her up and setting her on the armchair, tangerine towering above.

"did i do good..?" she flutters her eyelashes, averting the man's gaze. he smirks, leaning down to trail his lips along her neck up to her ear. "so good, doll." his rough palm settles on y/n's tigh, slowly inching it closer to the hem of the panties she was wearing.

"y'okay, luv? you wanna continue?" he stops himself for a little "sure you wanna do this?"

there was a short pause before she finally spoke, "Please." he furrows his brows before smiling cunningly. "Please what, darlin?"

"Please...need you in me-" she whimpers, rubbing her blushed thighs together. he scoffed before finally ripping off her white panties clean off, pulling her down so her head was almost on the seat cushion. "All right, doll."

his fingers danced around her thighs before finally reaching her bud, glistening from how wet she was. he glides his fingers down her lips, letting out a low growl. "fuck, doll, you're so so wet. for me, yeah? my pretty fuck toy..."

"j-just for you, tan..." she leans into his touch, prompting him to plunge his digits into her warmth. she moans, a shiver running down her spine. his hand stars to move slowly -- one finger, then two...the third brought her to a haze, she'd never felt so good, let alone from just someone's fingers.

"there...think ya ready, luv?" he asks, positioning himself in front of her entrance. a soft "yes" left her lips before he pushed in, groaning from the tightness. y/n wraps her legs around his waist and digs her fingers into the leather of the armchair.

"f-fuck, doll-" he moans, indulging further into her, his lips wrapping around her neck and palms roaming her breasts. after a few strokes, he grabs her ankles, pulling her down fully on her back, legs now on both sides of his head.

she sobs, his large shaft hitting so deep inside of her it made her see stars. "o-oh my god-" she whimpers as tangerine becomes more erratic and brutal, plunging into her aggressively.

one hand was wrapped around y/n's ankle and the other rapidly around her throat, making her gasp, pleasure clouding her already blurred mind.

after some more minutes of tangerine ruthlessly using y/n as he pleased, she was reduced to nothing but a drooling, incoherent mess, just as he always imagined.

"in m-me-" she mewls "i want y-ou to finish-- in me.."

tangerine was feeling himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm, both hands now gripping tightly on y/n's plushy thighs. "i want you to cum on my cock, doll." he grunts "c'mon- for me."

her legs twitched, whole body going limp as she finally finished, her walls tightening around his winching member, causing tangerine to release, painting her inner walls with white ribbons.

they both pant, none of them moving a muscle. after a couple of minutes tangerine pulls out, making y/n gasp at the emptiness. "filled you up so good, eh luv?"

a bright red blush creeps on her stained cheeks, as she tries to close her legs but to no avail. "think you dislocated my legs, actually." she lets out a gentle giggle as tangerine picks her up from the armchair.

"Let's get ya cleaned up, darlin, then we can finally eat those cookies."

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾‎ 토끼's NOTE : sorry for any grammatical errors its also my first time posting here AAAAAA !!! this has 2585 words. hope u guys liked it cuz it made me feel some type of way lmao

[evilfrogcereal29]

ANOTHER NIKTO X READER I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THESE SPECIFIC SCENARIOS JUST COME TO MIND DJDHSKS

this is made with a fem!reader in mind, I try to write everything kind of GN, so sorry, but gender is kind of important for this specific piece cause reader's mistaken for a man and doesn't correct anyone to hide their identity

Tw: drinking, swearing, google translated russian, probably a bit ooc Nikto, I make him a lil softer than he probably is.

Nikto x Disguised(?)!fem!reader

- "You're pretty small for a guy"

- you were more than used to that sentence by now, and you never once saught to correct or challenge anyone on it. Who cared? There where more important things than whats in your pants, and it was better that everyone thought you you a man anways.

- You were very private about your identity, you had friends and family back home you didn't want getting wrapped up in this shit. You've seen how petty people can be for just a little bit of revenge.

- you wore a full suit of gear that masked your feminine form, including a helmet with a built in voice changer. (You sounded similar to that of a metro-cop from half-life 2, but with way more clarity)

- You didn't even push the man narrative, everyone just naturally started using he & him for you, unaware of your past or who you really were.

- You were, for the most part, one of the guys. Your file even stated you as male. A serious oversight by the higher-ups.

- So then why was Nikto currently pointing a gun amd looking at a woman in *your* armor?

- *Funny timeskip that i added here because I thought it'd be a bit confusing jumping between these two bullet points*

- You often frequented the showers late at night, it was the only time you could wash yourself uninterrupted by others prying eyes.

- You never realized how often you and Nikto barely evaded seeing eachother. You’d finish, disappear from the showers back to your room, and Nikto would come in, with the same idea of a late shower as you within a few minutes to as soon as 30 seconds after you departed.

- Tonight though, maybe by fate, you both got the idea at the same time, unfortunately for Nikto, you walked just a little faster.

- Nikto almost immediately turned around when he heard the water running, there was no point. Yet there was also frustration, and an overwhelming urge to confront whoever it was. Who the hell was showering at this hour?! He’s never had this problem before, who was deciding to give him problems tonight?

- He cracked the door open, head peeping inside, his eyes widen big at you- whoever you were- in his fellow solider's suit.

- Now it should've occured to someone as intelligent as Nikto that this *was* his fellow solider, but he had known you for a while, and had never suspected anything before, he would've known if you weren't anyone you said you are...right? Had you truely bested Nikto?

- He pulled out his gun right as you seemed to notice him, letting out a yelp. You were a confident 'man' on the battlefield, but now, you were red in the face, caught in a web of lies you didn't even mean to string.

- *Timeskip from earlier ends here :3 there will be more timeskips tho because my ADHD ass LOVES giving context*

- "ублюдок, ты кто? Where is our teammate? What did you do to him?" He growled, cocking his gun and aiming it right at the girl's head.

- Your eyes are wide, as big as half-dollars, and threw your hands up into the air.

- "Nikto its me! Its me!" You plead. Only receiving a sneer and angry grunt

- "You think I'm a stupid man, маленькая девочка?!" He yelled, stepping closer, finger twitching on the trigger, his bloodlust rising.

- The running water is the only thing breaking the terrifying tension in the room, you're mind is racing, how do you get this killer off your back. You needed to prove who you were. Think! Think!

- "Please don't shoot- let me prove it, I can prove it's me Nikto. I-..." You feel your cheeks heating up, god this was fucking embarrassing, and Mr. Emotionless here is the last person you wanted to slip up with. Even if you did prove yourself, he might kill you just because he felt a little angry that you didn't tell him personally. You gulp at that thought.

- Nikto grins under his mask, amused, truely, his gun lowers a bit.

- "Go on." He muses, "tell me something only HE would know." He smirks, thinking about how he's going to lay your body in the shower and watch the blood seep down the drain.

- *Time skip backwards again here, cause I love me some backstory :3*

- Your mind races. You and Nikto weren't 'friends' per se, but you had a past, you had met him right around when he had come out of rehabilitation after his sickening torture. He was worse back then, he would snap on teammates. He snapped on you, pinning you to the wall once, eyes dilated and filled with a primal kind of rage, he pressed down on your neck.

- "Мы сломаем твои кости, как стекло, маленький муравей."

- You had picked up some Russian from being around him and other fluent operators, knowing a decent amount, and in that moment you knew just enough to fear for your life.

- Thankfully Minotaur was in the area, and while he enjoyed watching a good scuffle bewteen two soldiers, he knew very well that this one would end with you dead, breaking up you two with very careful wording and while staying a very far away distance from the still ravenous, blood-thirsty Nikto.

- Surprisingly, you didn't completely avoid him after that, not like you could, the allegiance seemed to love put you two on the same team. Something about the variety of both your skillsets.

- It was true, you had to admit. You and Nikto worked very professionally on the field, quick and easy kills, communicating everything with head & hand gestures instead of talking. It was preferable for the both of you. And always ended with success. So maybe thats why you always ended up near eachother. Still, you always tried to give the Psychotic man the benefit of the doubt. Knowing the story of his past, as told to you by Rodion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the broken man.

- It eventually built up to you having a very personal moment with Nikto.

- You were on a long-term mission, you'd been deployed in Yakutsk, Russia. Yes, one of the coldest fucking places in the entire country. Reaching nearly unalivable conditions- In your opinion- but of course Nikto never complained, he liked the cold after all.

- You had shacked up in an abandoned home on the outskirts of the city for the night. You laid on the one of the dirty mattresses left there by the old tenants, whoever they were.

- You shivered and shook like a rabid animal. Unable to sleep from how cold you were. Even in your full body of armor, it wasn't doing enough. You had those crap emergency blankets but even they, and the addition of the thin poo-stained mattress beneath you, didn't help with the very persistent cold that seemed to seep in through every crack of the home possible.

- You can only assume Nikto is fast asleep, at least, until you hear a soft humming, one that turns into soft singing, its gruff, and deep, but as you continue to listen, you find it rather soothing.

- "Здравствуйте, девочки Здравствуйте, мальчики Смотрите на меня в окно...." He sang, tapping his foot to a beat in his head. It seemed there *were* moments where nikto wasn't being mentally tortured by his own mind. Instead, filled with a melody from childhood.

- You rolled over and saw Nikto sitting criss-cross on the other mattress, his mask was slightly lifted up, but it was too dark to make out anything but the outline of his chin, and there was something in his hand, a bottle of Vodka.

- Now that you found weird, Nikto usually wasn't one to live up to the stereotype, in fact, he barely drank at all. Sure, he did drink lots in his youth, and still did a few lines of coke or toked off the occasional blunt when the offer somehow came up, but he was sworn off alcohol for the most part, especially vodka or anything strong, it gave him extremely awful headaches, he was hangovers bitch.

- You finally sat up after a few minutes, alerting him to your presence, his singing ceased and he pulled his mask back down over his mouth quickly, shooting you a dangerous glare.

- you frowned through your helmet that you kept on, blinking tired, dissapointed eyes at him.

- "Don't stop, I didn't know you could sing like that Nikto... Or that you drank-"

- "Господи, заткнись, сука. ты ничего обо мне не знаешь" he said defensively, you couldn't recognize every word but you recognized every swear, flinching at his vile language, but recognizing the slight slur in his words. A sign of inebriation.

- "Nikto...? You're drunk?" You try to ask, but he follows it up with a quick and defiant 'no' and more swearing. You let him, knowing better than you argue with the bullish man. Let him stop seeing red, than you could keep talking.

- "So.. what about tonight made you finally want to drink, I thought you liked the cold?" You ask, tilting your head.

- "I'm not drinking cause I'm sad." He corrected you coldly, setting the bottle down beside him, "The opposite actually."

- Nikto was...happy drinking? You didn't think normal people did that, but than again Nikto wasn't normal so- you supposed it made sense.

- "Whats the occasion?" You ask after a moment of consideration, and now that you thought about it, it was a bit rude, let the man be happy. occasion or not.

- "Everything is... Quiet tonight. I think we're just happy to be somewhere that feels like home." he says, tapping the side of his head.

- You're happy for him. He deserves moments like these. You find yourself scooting closer, settling down beside him when he doesn't shoo you away.

- "Tell me about your home, Nikto." You ask politely, taking him by surpise, catching him in a moment of vulnerability in his nostalgia and drunk-ness. The usual softness in your real voice, even with the voice changer, was present.

- He goes on to describe his early life to you, albiet, in bit and pieces, it's obvious he's holding back, relinquishing some details while stating others blantly. He also just doesn't remember much. Everything from birth to 5 years old is a blur for him. He just remembers his older brother and mom, and a vague outline of a father figure, but he left before Nikto's 6th birthday, Nikto can't remember his face or the sound of his voice anymore.

- He pointed out the song he was singing earlier, he listened to it often when he was a younger man. It reminded him of his mother and brother, of sitting at the dinnertable eating warm meals as a family whenever they scrounged up enough money to have the luxury of doing so. The laughter and love they shared, even if things around them were lackluster.

- He details early life in the military, his becoming of a spy and his... Eventual Downfall and capture.

- "One job, I got messy... I wasn't looking where I was going I..." He trailed off. He stopped telling his story and you reached a hand out, resting a hand on his shoulder.

- "Its okay. I get it. You don't need to tell me anymore if it hurts." You reassure, seeing the way he tenses under your pitiful touches.

- "I deserved it." He tried to continue, but you interupted him

- "None of that now. Just shut up and think about the now." You scold, noticing the wide eyes stare Nikto gives you.

- No one has ever told him to shut up before. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks underneath his mask, thank god he was wearing one.

- "Sorry." He muttered, and now you both sat there a bit stunned and quiet. The moment you were experiencing together left the both of your heart's racing, wondering a million things about the other.

- You because you had never seen such a soft, apologetic side of Nikto before, a man with no regrets, no empathy. He seemed so... Human?

- And Nikto because he couldn't believed he was being so soft and apologetic with someone. He always had his walls up. His mental fortress guarded with maximum security at all times. But you caught him when the Vodka- 3/4th a bottle of it that he found stashed in a drawer somewhere in the shack- had him weak, and you didn't take advantage of him. Didn't judge or even really cast much pity towards him. He didn't like being pitied. Fucking hated it actually. But here you were, rubbing his shoulder, which wasn't exactly an *unwelcomed* gesture, and sitting in silence with him. The voices were at bay tonight. Right now. It was just him, or whatever was left of Andre.

- "I used to walk 4 miles to school every morning in the freezing cold, and almost got hit by a pickup truck and stolen by a pack of wolves doing it." He suddenly blurted out, the previously warm vibes of the room returning as Nikto casted the past out of his mind. You were right. He was being too emotional, he should focus on the now.

- And right now, the booze brought him back to fonder memories, ones of childhood mischief and near death experiences.

- You looked at him with wide eyes and couldn't help the burst of laughter that followed, something that Nikto didn't find insulting, in fact, he was smiling too, underneath that mask.

- "You think that's funny, just wait til I tell you where I got my first tattoo..." He chuckled with his thick, russian accent.

- You and Nikto shared stories all night. And never once did Nikto question it, like when you told him you took ballet, or when you ripped your prom dress, or even when you told him about your first boyfriend. He shrugged it off. He wasnt exactly as straight as a board either. And the military exposed him to people from all walks of life.

- Of course, Nikto still thought you were a *man* at this point. A very effeminate acting man, but a man none the less.

- *Time skip ends here SORRY IF U HATED THAT SJSHSK*

- But now Nikto's world was flipped on it's head, as you combed through your mind, you find yourself going back to that silly song he sang. Trying to recall the words.

- "Здравствуйте.... дев-вочки.." you started, cringing at your poor pronouncations of the words and shrilly little singing voice.

- Nikto's eyes widen in recognition, all former sneers and snickers long gone. He wasn't joking anymore, and it seemed you weren't either.

- "Здравствуйте, мальчики..." You continued, your cheeks growing impossibly red, "С-Cмотрите на меня в окно.."

- "That's enough. Stop. Stop it." Nikto demanded, aiming his gun right at you again, "how do you know that? That night?"

- "Cause it's me Nikto! I'm a girl!" You exclaimed, getting annoyed yourself. You practically just performed for the bastard, and now he was still trying to shoot you, just like you figured.

- There was a moment of silence. And Nikto stood there, as if needing to process everything that just happened.

- "Put on the helmet." He demands. And you don't defy him, placing your helmet on, the change in your voice is like night and day,

- "I didn't think it mattered this much, I'm sorry." You said genuinely. Your voice deepened to it usual state, confirming your indentity.

- There a few more moments of silence before Nikto coughs, grabbing your attention. He straightens himself. Lowering his gun and putting the safety back on. There's a sense of embarrassment in his movements, he's tense, and avoiding your eye contact.

- "It...it doesn't matter. We'll just shower tomorrow morning." He says and hurries off. Another vulnerable moment with you, what was wrong with him?! He hated himself right now. For having never realized, and for having threatened you.

- Nikto did hold you in high regards, not that he would ever tell you or another soul. He respected your dedication to the work, and after that night in the cabin, a mutual but unspoken trust was formed bewteen the two of you. You never had a moment like it afterwards. Well. Until now.

- You don't dare go after Nikto in that moment, but you want to. It's late, and if you woke everyone else up and made them aware of the situation, only god knows what would happen. So you shower and head off to bed, replaying senarios in your mind, planning what you'd say to Nikto first thing in the morning.

- Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you see it, he beat you to it.

- You were still sleeping when a heavy-handed Knock came to your door, sending you scurrying out of bed for your gear. You reach for your helmet until you hear the voice on the other side.

- "Hey... Its Nikto...let us in, please." He says, his voice gruff and demanding as usual but theres something else there....Pleading? Hoping?

- You freeze, fiddling with your helmet before deciding its not worth it. You quickly move to open the door, making sure noone else is around before ushering Nikto in.

- He takes a moment to look you up and down. You're not wearing any gear now. Just some plaid pajama pants and a white tanktop.

- He sighs, shaking any stray thoughts from his head. "We should talk. About last night." He finally states, and you agree with a simple nod, motioning for him to sit next to you on your bed.

- It feels like last time, except the cards have been flipped, this time, it was your secrets that were being spilled, and Nikto had the questions.

- "Why?" He asked flatly, "why hide your gender?"

- "Why hide your face?" You fire back, rolling your eyes at him like it was obvious, "for privacy, same reason as you, as Krueger. We don't want anyone knowing what we look like, our identities" you said, using another member of the allegiance, Sebastian Krueger, as an example.

- Nikto's eyes dart down in thought, and he nods, "I see."

- Theres more silence, it seems that was a recurring theme between you two, long bouts of silence. Never once did either of you try to force conversation. It came naturally.

- Nikto really appreciated that about you in this moment. It allowed him to get his thoughts straight, arguing with the voices for a bit before he opens his mouth again.

- "No one has to know." He says, like its that simple, and stands up. He starts for the door and you move to follow, a hand on his bicep.

- "Nikto wait- that's it?" You ask, confused, but what did you really expect? Nikto wasn't the type to gossip. If information needed to be gathered and brought back his superiors, he would. But that wasn't what he was asked to do.

- "да, that's it." He said standing the in the doorway with finality.

- He shut the door behind him with a click and you stood there dumbfounded. Did any of that really just happen, or was all of this one big dream you were about to wake from?

- You pinched yourself with a winced and cursed under your breathe. This was reality. Could you really trust Nikto with this secret? Without blackmail? Without shame?

- Apparently, yes. As you would come to find out. In fact, you soon realize that this whole incident only made you and Nikto somehow closer.

- In battles, during tight situations, he was always there. Freeing you from the enemies grasp, carrying you with a bullet wound in your back. He was your personal guard.

- He wasn't being more protective just cause he knew you're a girl, he knew you were deadly. He's seen what you're capable off. No. You come to learn Nikto does this as a display of affection. Subtlety showing his appreciation for keeping his secrets, and in return, he keeps your's, and keeps you alive as well.

- After one particularly long mission, you're walking alongside each other, covered in dirt and grime, heading to the showers as the sun set and everyone heads for bed.

- You two showered together now, of course, broken up by thin curtains. It was a bit intimate, but it was an easier agreement than an already insomnia ridden-Nikto getting up at ungodly hours of the morning to shower.

- As you're walking together you nudge him gently, "good work today. You still fight well for a guy your age." You tease. Nikto knew full well you were hiding a shit eating grin under than helmet of yours, grimacing at you.

- "Yeah, good work to you too... For a girl." He says back venomously, earning him a playful punch.

- "Bastard! Don't be so loud about that!" You scold while whisper-yelling, but Nikto can still hear the smile in your voice. And knows its in jest.

- "It would be a shame if the others knew what a pretty little woman you really were."

- "It would be a shame if the others knew about the smiley face tattoed on your buttcheek."

- Both of your faces are red and concealing mischievous grins. This was you and Nikto's relationship now. Learnings eachothers secrets, and using them to pick on eachother. Playful banter.

- Everyone around base notices what you two are doing...just FUCK already you two... Damn. The tension is killing everyone.

- You and Nikto will probably end up together after a while more of this, its inevitable. You're just unjudgemental enough to deal with his freak, while also being one of the only solider's on base willing to put up with his terrifying, intimidating aura for long periods of time!

- Nikto always kind of liked you, as a man, and even now as a woman. And sharing your secrets only solidified that attraction in his mind. You were his милый, and he would keep you and your secrets safe for as long as he lived.

AHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT SORRY IF THE END FEELS RUSHED I TRIED TO CONCLUDE THIS LONG ASS STORY, I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH YAP I HAD IN ME😳

The song Nikto was humming is Кино - Алюминиевые огурцы, and was inspired by a comment on my post about Russian and Austrian musc left by @weepingmagazinesandwich and once I heard that song I knew I had to use it in a writing piece its just so sweet. The two playlists were made btw I just never publicly posted them (also cause Nikto's list is chronically short, and Krueger's playlist is already almost hours long) so- idk if y'all want those posted but lmk👍 I hope you enjoyed this- whatever you'd call it. Idk what to call the reader in this. Disguised!reader sounds so silly.

I have a sfw agere krueger drabble comin out soon, and I just started writing big chunks of the hubby!gromsko x reader hcs.

[toxicstarboy]

I Miss Your Warm Hands

Warning(s): toxic! male reader, reader is a cheater, reader was (is) a player, manipulation, toxicity, mention of harsh past for reader, mention of sexual abuse, and tbh Felix deserves way better.

no summary because i just don’t want to and because i want you guys to read it with “suspense” 😈

The blonde male sits on the couch. He didn’t want to go upstairs. Especially when he can hear the loud moans and whimpers from down where he sat. Felix couldn’t find the courage in his body to stand up to yell, cry, or scream at his beloved. He knew that it was mostly his fear for the future between the two. Plus, Felix also knew that M/n would do or say something to ease his mind.

Felix didn’t know what to do, but he would just have to wait until his boyfriend was done with whoever was in their bed. His eyes were leaking tears as he thought about the unknown man or woman in his bed with his lover. ‘How could he do this?’ He questions himself. Felix sniffles as he wipes his nose, but his eyes slightly widen when he hears the footsteps coming down the stairs.

Felix keeps his gaze in front of him. He tried to tune out how M/n and whoever he was with were talking at the front door. How could M/n act like he wasn’t there? Felix was so confused, frustrated, and overall sad. He stays seated as he heard the soft sound of his lover kissing and saying goodbye to his side piece. Felix grabs the wine bottle in front of him and opens it. He takes a long and delightful drink. He holds onto the bottle as he burps softly. The cushion on the couch next to him reforming when M/n sat on it.

“Sweetheart?” M/n whispers as he stares at Felix. Felix’s eyes firing more tears as he brings the bottle back up. He takes a large swig. Felix turns his head to M/n, “…Wh..How could you do that?” Felix asks as the tears go down his face. M/n sighs and looks down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” M/n says, clearly trying to play the clueless act. Felix scoffs, “You’re cheating on me, and all you can do it ask what I’m talking about?” Felix slightly shouts. He sets the bottle down on the coffee table and stands up.

M/n stands up as well and immediately grabs Felix’s hands. All for Felix to snatch them away. “I didn’t cheat on you. I’d never cheat on you.” M/n says as he shakes his head. “Why would I cheat on you? I love you too much to do that!” M/n says as he tries to keep his voice down. Felix laughs dryly as he pushes onto M/n’s chest harshly. He knew it would have no impact on M/n, but he wanted to cause him some sort of pain. Felix sobs softly, “You’re such a liar. You never loved me. How can I trust what you say when you just fucked someone else?” Felix yells at M/n.

Felix obviously shorter than him, so looking up at him was his only choice. But Felix didn’t want to look at the man before him. He was disgusted, but, for some reason, he didn’t know why he didn’t hate M/n. Even after he heard and knew of M/n’s secret affairs. M/n clicks his tongue and steps forward gripping Felix’s wrists. M/n putting his face in front of Felix’s, looking straight into his eyes. “I really do love you. I..We can get over this.” M/n whispers.

Felix looks at M/n in disbelief. “We? We will do nothing. You are such a fool, an idiot of all things.” Felix states as he glares at M/n. M/n takes a deep breath, “Yeah, you’re right, but you make me that way sweetheart. You make me fall too deep. I turn into a fool whenever I think, hear, and or see you. I could never love anyone like I do you..” M/n said as his hands rest on Felix’s waist. “You’ll just have to trust me. She seduced me. It wasn’t my fault, you know that.” M/n runs his thumb along Felix’s hips.

M/n looks away as his eyes water. The manipulation in his eyes, but Felix looked over that. Felix listened to the sweet words M/n spoke. His gaze looking at M/n’s “innocent” facade. Felix didn’t know what to believe. And M/n knew one last thing to say to push Felix over the edge. “I know I’m not the best, but I’m trying to be. You don’t deserve what I do to you. I love you way too much. I’m trying to put the past to the past, but you know it’s hard for me. I don’t like making you feel this way.” M/n’s words powerful. The look on his face and his words making Felix sniffle.

Felix knew there was a chance that M/n was just speaking what he wanted to hear. But Felix also knew of M/n’s past. Being sexually abused by his family for years had impacted M/n hugely. It turned M/n into a player. A player who used people’s bodies because it brought him pleasure. Felix brings his hands up and sobs into them. M/n was a victim, a victim of only knowing sexual love. Felix’s conscious slowly forgiving him as he thought about it. Felix couldn’t hold this against M/n.

M/n steps forward and hugs Felix tightly. “I’ll love you forever, even if you hate me.” M/n mutters. M/n kisses Felix’s forehead, “let me show you my love sweetheart.” M/n mumbles against Felix’s skin. M/n’s lips kissing Felix’s cheek, neck, and collarbone. M/n moves his lips against Felix before he kisses him passionately. Felix giving in and kissing him back just as intense. M/n smirked against Felix’s lips. M/n knew that he had Felix where he wanted him. He would continue to do as he pleased knowing Felix would come back. Felix could never resist M/n, and M/n couldn’t leave Felix or his desires behind.

Hoped y’all enjoyed it! I really went deep with this one. And I didn’t really know what brought up this idea. If you guys liked it please request something, and by something, I mean ANYTHINGGGG!!

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[raverinalavara]

Idrk where this came from.. it was just a thought and then three hours later.. here it is i guess. Snape in my head in this is Adam Driver. So yeah. Hope you like it!

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Your ears were ringing, not for the first time you were thankful to always have your own locker room. Being the only woman on a college hockey team came with a list of problems, so you were happy to have one less. The guys would just come pound on the door and be obnoxious as shit to let you know they were ready. Normally you would roll your eyes and laugh while joining them, today Pansy was pushing past Daph and Hermione to get to the door. 

Theodore being the tallest without skates on could easily see you quickly trying to braid your hair, only to start crying again as Hermione took over quickly. War was raging in him as he elbowed Mattheo who then felt the same way. They both wanted into the locker room. Both angry at whoever or whatever it is that has made you cry, but both also want to wipe your tears and comfort you. 

Pansy pulled the door shut and sighed, “Just.. I dont know.. I cant really tell you. But just take it easy on her, if shes struggling dont be dicks about it.. I dont know. This is kinda fucked.” Just as Draco went to ask what was wrong, the door flew open and you walked out gear ready besides your helmet needing clipped and you were chewing on your mouthpiece in anger. Your cheeks and eyes were red but you no longer looked sad. In the two minutes between the door opening and closing you had switched into anger. 

Anger the guys could work with. If you were mad, they could channel mad. Coach Sev could tell when your skates first hit the ice that it would be a rough game. It always amazed him how the mood of one player could set the mood for an entire team. True hockey fans could tell by the way someone skated where their mental state was. The way the team's blades sliced through the ice gave their fans goosebumps. Warm ups started as the other team hit the ice as well. Mattheo watched as your eyes followed their players, in one way he wasn't surprised. Your boyfriend was on the other team, went to a different college. What did surprise him was the way you watched for him. With a cold calculation in your eyes as you spun your stick in your hands, still chewing on your mouth guard. He needed to make sure you actually kept it in your mouth during the game. 

He was shocked, because this guy had been a rough patch in your friendship. Mattheo and Theodore hated the guy, the way he put you down but in a subtle way that you never seemed to catch. Saying how you were a good hockey player.. For a girl.. Theo was quieter in his annoyance, where Matt was not. Quiet was not a verb used to describe him.. Ever. It had caused dirty looks and small arguments, but he would never let anything come in between you. Even if it meant biting his cheek until it bled, or simply not being around when you were with him. 

As Captain he stood back watching everyone warm up, doing his own rounds while everyone stretches. Theo, his boyfriend and co captain glided up next to him looking towards you as well. They both silently watched as you and your boyfriend, Jacob, skated up to each other. They couldn't hear what was said but they could see his face. A smug smile, the kind you would give your girl right before you tell her how your teams gonna beat hers. It stayed for a few seconds, then it faltered, then it fell. “God I wish I knew what she said.” Mattheo said watching you skate backwards into line for warm ups. 

Your anger hadnt lessened at all when your eyes found Jake. Pansy had crashed in just as you were finishing up your laces, anger clear on her face before it fell into sadness. Without saying anything she shoved her phone into your hand. Your ears started ringing after the second video. The first one was Jake making out with some girl, the second was him telling his teammates how you were as shitty in bed as you were on the ice. That he was ready to be done because he wasn't getting any game changing secrets out of you anyways. 

There were a few more after that.. And pictures.. So many fucking pictures. Your heart broke so fast and so hard. The guys had been worried about this, how many times had Draco told you how stupid you were. Theo and Mattheo telling you that they just don't see why he would all of a sudden be interested in you just because of hockey. They swore you had a million better reasons to be interesting and he wasn't interested in any of them. Matt had told you that he talked shit about you, that he was constantly degrading. Blaise tried to be supportive, he wasn't rude to your face. But you knew he agreed. Enzo was the only one of your little group that told you he just wanted you to be happy. 

Just as quickly though you got mad. Mad didnt even cover it really, your skin was crawling. You thought people saying their blood was boiling was just an expression, but you could feel it. You wanted to claw at yourself to release some of this pressure. You were sweating and you knew if Hermione redid your braid one more time that you would snap at her and that wasn't fair. The chilly air hit your lungs and you drew in every bit you could. This was your happy place, where you had thrived since childhood. Sure your mom wishes you would have done figure skating, but your dad was thrilled. He never missed an opportunity to tell people about his daughter who plays hockey. 

For Jacob to insult your skills on the ice in any way was a joke. There was never a year from mites all the way to now in college where his stats were better than yours. He was just jealous, and now he would see the real hockey player in you. When his eyes connected with yours from his tunnel he smiled at you in a way that twenty minutes ago probably would have made you melt. Now all you see is condescension. It took everything for you to not just blurt it out. You let him flirt for a minute, tell you how he would make you feel better when you lost.

 Gag. 

You could feel the guys eyes on you, you knew it was time to get back. So you leaned in with a smile on your face like you were going in for a quick kiss. Just before his lips could touch yours you pulled back just a little. “Something crazy to think about.. Babe… By the end of this game.. the whole team will know you cheated on me… not only my team.. which is bad enough.” You chuckled as you pulled back enough to see his pale cheeks. “But imagine, Harry.. Ron.. Fred.. George.. Oliver.. They all love me too..” Somehow it was like Neville the sound man just knew what to play, because as soon as you pushed off to skate back to your team ‘...Ready for it. By Taylor Swift’ came on and you smiled meanly. “Good Luck.” 

You ignored your two best friends as you lined up, you ignored them again when you were waiting your turn and sent a hard puck right into the back of your soon to be exs knee. Snape hollered your name from the bench and gave you that look you hated. The guy wasnt even 10 years older than you, but he carried the authority and knowledge of an old man so whatever. Then it was time to line up, one of the guys had been hurt so you ended up in a defensemen position instead of forward where you normally were. Being one of the faster skaters and having great stick handling skills showed that was your niche. But you were tall for a girl. Standing at 5`11 without skates with a broad build that was strong but still soft in areas like the thighs so you were an ok fill in. 

Mattheo was the other first string defensemen, Draco was center, Theo and Enzo on either wing. Jacob was a first string forward, it couldn't have worked out better. You'd have to get Goyle some candy when he felt better. You were surprised at how well you were playing and keeping track of where your real target was. Mattheo kept trying to set up to be the one who would have to go after him, but you kept getting in his way. 

Everyone besides the girls gasped in surprise and shock when Jacob started to skate down the ice with the puck only to be roughly checked into the glass by you. Regulus, your kinda uncle, who was a few years older than you, was one of the refs. He came over to escort you to the penalty box when you whispered a quick low down on what he had done. Reggie nodded then winked when he closed the door to the penalty box. Just a moment later, Reggies friend Barty, the other ref knocked on the glass and winked. 

They both knew you were getting ejected from the game. That you were coming out of the box swinging. You had started to calm down just a tad bit. The cold air and the physical exertion are starting to help. That is until you hear a high pitched voice scream Jacob's name. When you turn your eyes lock with one of the girls from the videos. The girl from last night at his house party. The one you didn't go to for obvious reasons. When she did her little finger wave and smirked everything went fuzzy.

 The outsides of your vision was blurry as your eyes watched the clock and the ice. You just prayed Jacob was out when your time was up. Your ears were ringing as Jacob was called off the bench, 3 seconds left. The attendant, an older gentleman who worked with the athletics department chuckled as he prepped to open the door. He had seen this many times, sure never from this perspective, but he had daughters and he knew how they would react.

“Go get him a tiger.” 

You didn't even know where the puck was when your blade cut through the first slice of ice. You knew Mattheo was on the bench and Theodore was on the other side of the ice. Maybe ten strong strides across the arena. 6 before you dropped your stick. 3 before your gloves are off. 1 before your fist connected with his jaw. As you grabbed his jersey and used what every bit of strength you had to slam him back into the glass. In his shock he didn't realize that he was falling and you were swinging again.  

In another moment of perfect coincidence, you're right in front of your family's seats. Theodore Sr, Lucius, and your father are all standing up and cheering while banging their fists on the glass. Your mother has her mouth covered with her hands while Bellatrix and Cissy stand on their seats leaning to hold onto shoulders and watch. You hear someone come up behind you, you know its not a ref but they never even get the chance to grab at you. Theos flies past you and slams someone from the other team into the ice. 

Now you can hear Snape screaming curse words at you all as the bench clears. Reggie and Barty are both standing off to the side, eyes wide in pretend shock as they pretend to decide who's going where. Your mind momentarily slips away from beating Jacobs face in, but it snaps back into perfect clarity when his glove connects with the bottom of your jaw. You lose your grip in shock, which in some way is stupid. When you fall backwards and your helmet connects with the ice, the stadium falls silent. This had been the moment the entire college hockey league had been waiting for. How would it be handled, because while you were a woman, you had joined the team, and started the fight. 

In the silence, from the other team's bench, you hear Coach Black's voice. “KICK HIS ASS L/N!” More gasps followed as Neville changed the big screens to a video of Jacob saying you were a shitty player. Jacob tried to scramble up as half of his own teams heads snapped to him. Needless he knew now that he wasnt leaving the ice without getting his ass beat at least once more. Looking up towards the reporters box you could see Ginny and Neville leaning out and cheering for you. 

Alot of people were going to be getting in trouble after this game, but it didnt seem like anyone cared. It was a perfect moment of unity and unsportsmanlike conduct as people took their turns with Jacob before Regulus and Barty decided they would lose their jobs if they let it go any longer. While both teams skated off the guys all cheered for you and gave you pats on your back. Theo and Matt walked you to your locker room, you could tell they both wanted to say something. 

Matt looked like he was constipated, the look he only got when he was trying to figure out how to talk about his feelings. He wanted to tell you to stop looking for someone who would love you more than him and Theo did. That there would never be two people who cared more, or knew you better than they did. That they knew it was unconventional and that people would talk, but they wanted to be with you. They couldn't go without you anymore. 

Just as you whisper his name his brain short circuits and when it starts working again his lips are already on yours. His hands holding your cheeks as he memorizes how your lips feel just in case he never gets to do this again. When he pulls back he almost doesn't want to open his eyes, scared of what he will see. But all he sees is awe and confusion as you look from him to your other best friend.. His boyfriend.. Who you now think he just cheated on, right in front of.. 

Shit.

[maggyme13]

Protected by a Killer

Maya fled with her little brother only to run into a secret meeting of some Bikers. Not wanting to kill her so she does not talk to the cops, they take her with them. This is what happens when it is decided she would be mated to one of the Bikers.

Warning: Angst, mentions of Abuse and description of the results, smut, ABO dynamics

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Masterlist

Her little brother was whimpering in her arms, it had been days since they last ate something other than stale chips and a candy bar. “Shhhh Sammy, it´s alright. I will find something to eat for us.”, she mumbled rocking the small three-year-old in her arms while walking through the bushes alongside the highway.

Two weeks ago they had to flee their (childhood) home when their Betafather, not able to pay off his drug debt- was beaten to death by the Leader of the local drug gang. And she knew without their useless father, the very small protection his existence had given, was gone. And with her being an unmated Omega the best outcome would have been a quick death. With only a bag packed with the essentials, she had prepared in case she had to flee, and her sleeping brother in her arms she had run through the shadows of the empty streets.

It was already becoming dark again and she was trying to find a safe place for them to sleep at but had not yet been able to do so. “Shhhh Sammy, everything will be alright. I promise.” “Hunger.”, he whined again. “I know. I will find us something.”

Another hour of walking later, the young woman sat down to rest in a small slightly hidden rest stop along the highway in a small shadowed area. Sammy had already fallen asleep a while ago.

“I guess I will rest for a while as well.”, she mumbled to herself, “Just for a minute.”

It wasn´t just a minute she had fallen asleep. It was more like an hour or more, cause when she opened her eyes again, everything around her was dark. Dark and cold. But it was not the cold, nor her little brother that had woken her up, it was a deep rumble, like the rumble of an angry Alpha that was becoming louder and louder. A bike, no two or more, was closing in. And she had neither a real place to hide nor the time to get far enough away. The Headlights had already appeared in the distance.

Embracing the little boy even closer to her body she managed to jump behind a slightly broader tree just when the lights turned into the resting area and she was sure whoever it was must have seen her hide.

The deep rumble shut off and was replaced by the voices of three men.

“When will the others be here?” “Any moment know. Check the parameter.” “You guys saw that strange shadow as well, right? You think that was a trap?” “Not a shadow.”, a deep and raspy voice stated from right above the hiding Omega, “An Omega. Get up.” Trembling with fear, she clutched her little brother and did as she was told. Deliberately avoiding eye contact.

It had only taken one sniff of air for her to realize that all of them were Alpha. There was no way she would be able to get away from them.

“What are we going to do with her?”, the first one who had spoken piped up, “She knows we were here after all. She could identify us just using that little nose of hers.”

“Have to make sure she doesn´t do something stupid.”, the one who found her stated.

“Damn Hap, you want to get rid of her?”

“That´s dark even for you. You going to kill the Pup too?”

“Yeah, we can have her work at the Clubhouse. Ma will have our head if she ever finds out we hurt an Omega with Pup.”

“Never said Kill.”, his voice seemed to have become even deeper.

“I´ll call the Prospect to get the Van here. We decide later what to do with her. For now, Hap, Put her back where you found them and stand next to them to make sure they don´t get us in trouble. Cover her eyes and ears with some cloth or something.”

And that´s how she found herself hiding in the same spot, praying her brother was too exhausted to wake up and make a fuss. Luckily he didn´t and so the young girl found herself, still clutching her brother, in the back of a black van.

“I am sorry Sammy. I promise I protect you.”, she whispered into his hair.

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That was how she had gotten to be with the local Sons of Anarchy chapter. For a week now the woman and little boy had not been allowed to leave the room they had been put in upon arrival that night. Three times a day the Beta called Prospect who would bring food, see if they were still alive and if they needed anything. Every time he entered she would grab her little brother and stand behind the bed. Not that it would protect them much when he decided he should attack them. But every single thing between the strangers and them helped her feel safer. She could only imagine how vile the room must smell with how scared the both of them were.

Why they were kept in that room? Apparently, the men who had found them had to discuss their future with the rest of the pack, and those were currently out on a ride. At least they were until an hour ago, that´s when the sound of a roaring engine reached her ears even that deep within the building.

Their fate was being discussed that very second. She was sure of it. So when the Prospect came and told them to get up and follow him to the Van, the Omega believed that, in the end, the bikers had decided to either kill or sell them. With the latter being the more lucrative option.

The drive did not take long, barely five minutes, but to them, it felt like an eternity before the Prospect stopped the car and told them to get out and into the house they had parked in front.

It was sparsely furnished, only the bare minimum, and clean- sterile even. With a scared Sammy in her arms, she stood there, not able and daring to move. Who knew who this house belonged to and how they would react to her walking somewhere not allowed to?

“Shhh, Sammy. Everything will be alright. I protect you, I promise!”, she hummed. The two siblings stood like this for over an hour, it had already gotten dark, when the light of a headlight illuminated the dark room, only to be accompanied by the rumble of a bike. So whoever owned the house was a biker. Her fear rose anew and a small whimper left her throat when the door was unlocked. She whimpered again when a deep and angry growl sounded, the man was an Alpha and she had managed to anger him the second he came home. Out of instinct and fear, she tried to appease him, lowering her head even more in submission and allowing a small whine to leave her throat.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, he growled and she realized it was the Alpha who had found them, Happy. Though at that moment he did not sound happy at all.

“Sorry. Th-the prospect told me to get us in-inside.”, she whispered, not daring to move at all.

“Rmmph.”, he rumbled, closing the door, “Room on the left up the stairs. Put the Pup in the bed there.” Taking a deep breath willing her muscles to move, she did as the Alpha had ordered and laid her brother in the bed kissing him goodbye before returning downstairs to await more orders from the Alpha. “Upstairs, Room at the end of the Hallway. Take a shower and wait there.”, he instructed and she returned to the first floor to do as she was told. Fearing his reaction should she take too long, the Omega had scrubbed her skin and washed her hair within a few minutes using one of the Alpha´s shampoos and towel. With the towel wrapped around her shaking form, she stood in front of the large bed waiting for the Alpha to come and fuck her. Cause what else would an Alpha want from her? Alphas fuck Omegas. And Omegas give them Pups. Would he be brutal or gentle? Would he allow her pleasure as well, or be selfish and only care that he had his fun? Would he let out his anger on her, like her father did, or would he ignore her unless he fucked her? Her mind was spinning so fast, that she did not notice the Alpha enter the room until she felt his fingers brush over the back of her shoulder. “Turn around.” She did, not brave enough to look up and let the towel drop to the floor. Hearing him take a deep breath through his nose she did not expect him to say what he did next: His hand closed around her throat (not strong enough to strangle her, but enough to keep her in place). “What the fuck.”, he rumbled, almost growled into her hair, “I´ll let go now. From now on you will do what I say, when I say it.” “Yes, Sir,” “Good. Get on the bed and sit.”,- she did- “Now get dressed in this.”, he said, just when some fabric hit her in the head. It was a shirt and a pair of boxers. This made her stare in confusion: didn´t he want to fuck her? Or did he want to undress her himself? Regardless she did what he had told and soon she was engulfed by his scent. It was warm, with a hint of iron and leather. “I- I am dressed.”, she mumbled, playing with the hem of the shirt, her legs curled beneath her. “I see.”, he states, pushing her back until she is lying down and he hovered over her. His face above hers. “I will say this only once. You are mine now. You will sleep in my bed every night and take care of the house and cook. I don´t like a mess. You will do as I say when I say and don´t argue. You or the pup need something, you tell me. You will keep your mouth shut about anything that happened the last week, or I will have to kill you and the Pup. So be a smart little Omega and behave as you are supposed to. Questions?”, he growled, his eyes fire and voice low. “W-won´t you fuck me?”, she whispered, tears of fear already starting to gather in her eyes. “Do you want me to?” “O-omegas are only g-good for a fuck. If an Alpha wants them they-.”, she whispered, avoiding his eyes. It´s what she was always told since her mother had died, and she was aware that there was no chance she could defend herself either way, “can do what they want.” “I don´t do rape.”, he rumbled, “Any more questions? No? Then sleep.” “Wh-whendo I have to serve breakfast, a-and what do you w-want.”, she breathed a few seconds later, he was still hoovering above her. “7. Do whatever is in the fridge. Now sleep.”, he ordered before going into the bath himself leaving her alone. Scared about the way he might react if

she did not follow his orders, she settled at the very edge of the bed. To be as far away as possible from the strange Alpha, but also to not take up too much of his space and cause him to lose sleep. Her father, even though only Beta, became violent if tired, and so she did not want to find out how angry and tired Alpha could be. Trying to get comfortable, she froze and closed her eyes when she heard the shower turn off and the rustling of clothes. At least he would not be naked. For now.

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The whole night she did not sleep well, every single movement of the man stirred her awake, and when one of his arms snaked around her waist, sleeping at all was out of the picture for her. She was only able to calm down a bit when he removed his arm to shield his eyes from the first rays of sunshine.

Seeing that it was almost time to get up and start to prepare breakfast the Omega got out the bed without doing many disturbing movements and tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the hall to where her brother was still sleeping peacefully. Relieved that at least one of them had been able to rest, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. As silent as possible she opened each drawer and door to figure out where everything was. The fridge was last and not filled at all. Only a few eggs, milk, bacon, and some fruit could be found. Just enough to make enough pancakes and scrambled eggs to feed the three of them. As long as the Alpha would not eat more than her father had done, then she would have to eat less. There was no way she would allow her brother to go hungry. She never did.

Preheating the only two pans the Alpha owned on low heat, she mixed the dough before cutting some of the bacon into little peaces to add later. Her brother loved bacon pancakes and scrambled eggs, so she made them whenever possible. Breakfast was ready dot 7 am, with fresh coffee brewed and juice prepared. She had learned the hard way that food should always be ready at the right time, and sometimes five minutes early was too late.

“The pup?”, the Alpha asked from where he stood at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Still sleeping. Do you want me to wake him?”

“Let him sleep.”, he answered after a few seconds of consideration, he probably liked his mornings quiet.

“I. I made Pancakes, some with bacon, bacon, scrambled eggs, and coffee. I hope that was okay.”, she explained while motioning to the different kind of pancakes. She had added the last part cause she saw him frown.

“Didn´t know I had shit for that in the fridge.”, he shrugged but served himself some of everything, while she stood at the ready near the oven if he needed anything.

“Sit. Eat. Listen.”, he ordered when he realized she was not joining him on her own, “Today we will go out and buy you and the pup some clothes and other shit you need. Make a grocery list for the week. No fancy shit. I ain´t paying for some fancy avocado toast or other shit you Omegas eat like that. How old is the Pup?-”

“Three-”

“Name?”

“Sam. But I call him Sammy.”

“How old are you?”

“24”

“Name?”

“Maya- Smith.”

“Later today you will sign paperwork stating we are Mated. Your new Name is Lowman. Anyone ask how we met: I helped ya having a flat tire somewhere on the highway. My brothers know the truth, but you will not, under no circumstances stray from that story. If you have to add to it: you better remember what you said and tell me.”

“Yes, Alpha. W-what about Sammy?”

“The paperwork contains an adoption paper. He got any health issues?”

“No. I do neither.”

“Next heat?”

“Around two months, maybe three. It was never regular. May, may I ask when your rut might be?”

“I told you I don´t do rape.”, he growled. Good, now she made him angry.

“I know. But wouldn´t it raise questions if I am not with you during that time? O-or you during my heat?”

“I´ll think about that.”, he huffed, “Get the pup ready. We are leaving in two hours. The backpack you had with you is next to the stairs. Clothes are clean. I´ll be in the Garage.”, with these words he stood and left the house.

Two hours later Maya and Sam were ready to leave, her having explained to him that from then on she would be his mother. He was a smart boy and understood that it was saver that way. “Do I have to say Daddy to him?”, was his only question.

“We have to ask him.”, she had answered, “Did you like your Pancakes?”

“Yes, they were the best!”,he had laughed and then everything was just like any other day.

The Prospect was the one who drove the two siblings, soon mother and son to the Walmart in the near by city, with the Alpha following on his bike; accompanied by the dark haired one that had been at the rest-stop as well.

“Are we getting new clothes?”, he had awed the second his eyes fell onto the rows and rows of children´s-clothing.

“Get everything you need and put them there. I´ll decide then if it gets bought.”, Happy told her, “We won´t be doing this againanytime soon. Prospect will get the groceries.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Being used to buy cheap but at the same time quality clothing at Walmart, the young Omega had gathered everything she needed, not even daring to look at anything fancier looking. Within fifteen minutes. It was the same things she always bought. Then it was time to find things for Sammy. That took a bit longer, he was still growing, so she needed to find clothes that fit now, but also in a few months and would survive until then. In the end it took them an hour to find everything for him. “Ma- need to pee.”, the little boy exclaimed and to her surprise the other Alpha answered.

“I can go with you. Let your Ma get the rest of the things in the meantime.”

“Okay.”, Sammy shrugged after looking at his sister for approval and accepting the mans hand.

“Ya sure that´s everything you need? No fancy dresses or useless handbags?”, her Alpha wondered, he had looked through the pile of clothes while she had gathered them.

“I-I never had a use for them.”, she whispered, almost ashamed.

“Find something fancy for party and club dinners.”, the man ordered, “Don´t make it too revealing.”

“Yes, Alpha. I will need to try them on though.”, she whispered not sure what to look for. Maya had never owned something fancy.

If he noticed her inundation, or wanted to make sure she would wear something he seemed appropriate she was not sure, but he went and handed her four different dresses to try. They all were dark in color, covered her shoulders and ended shortly above her knees.

With only two of them fitting the decision wasn´t hard and they were added to the pile to buy. “Ma!”, Sammy squealed upon his return and slammed into her legs, “I am back.”

“We good to go?”, the other Alpha asked and Happy affirmed.

“Yeah, we good to go Tig. Where´s the Prospect?”

“F- fridge if I know.”, Tig shrugged, keeping himself from cursing in front of the little boy, earning himself a quick, barely noticeable smile from the Omega,“But I guess either with the booze or lost cause he doesn´t know what chicks like. Don´t we have to get like hygienic products? And deodorant and shit?”

“Go find the idiot. I´ll get the rest.”, Happy growled at the other man who laughed before disappearing into the crowd.

Another hour later they had finally managed to find the prospect, who indeed had gotten lost on the search for them and was only found cause of a not so nice announcement by Tig over the store wide intercom.

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It was early in the afternoon when they pulled back into the driveway of the Alpha´s house. Sammy had gotten hungry a while ago, but both siblings knew better to voice any inconveniences in public, or even at all.

“Get inside and the clothes in the washer.”, the Alpha ordered.

“Would you like me to prepare something to eat?”, she asked him in hopes that he would say yes. It took a second, but Maya noticed his eyes flicker to Sammy, who was clutching his sisters side, and something like realization crossed his face.

“Those two can eat at the clubhouse.”, he nodded, jerking his head at his brothers and grabbed the bags filled with groceries.

“Come on Sammy. You can help me if you want.”, she whispered into her brothers hair who simply hummed, “Are you alright with rice, vegetables, and minced meat?”

“Whatever.”

It only took the Omega around 10 minutes to have everything prepared that the only thing left to do was to stir-fry everything once the rice was cooked twenty minutes later. All the while Sammy was sitting on the couch pretending to watch the birds in the front garden. In the meantime she started to put away the purchases and started the first round of laundry where she was intercepted by the Alpha.

“I told you to letme knowif you need anything.”, he growled into Mayas ear; he had caged her in between his arms, chest, and washing-machine, “Any good reason why you did not tell me the Pup needed something to eat?”

“You did not seem like you wanted to stay out any longer. I apologize, I did not want you to look bad.”, she whispered submissively, fear of the pain she believed would come bubbling in her chest.

“You are mine. I don´t starve what is mine. One of you is hungry, you fucking eat. If there is nothing to eat you fucking tell me.”

“I- I am sorry.”, Maya hick-upped, “I won´t do it again. Please.”

“Good. Lowen will be here soon. Get the food ready.”

“A-alpha. Sammy – do you want him to call you father or Dad?”

“I don´t fucking care.” “Y-yes Alpha.” The three ate in silence, nothing unusual for the siblings. Only thing interrupting the silence where the frequent becoming hidden yawns of the small boy. “Tired?”, Happy hummed after the third and the boy sat up straight at once. “No...Sir.”, he reverently shook his head no. Eyes wide with caution, “I promise.”, he added when he saw the Alpha´s eyes get a look of disbelieve. Happy wanted

to say something else, when there was a knock on the door and a Beta with long blond hair and wearing a business suit entered. “I am sorry. Did I interrupt?”, she smiled. “No. The Paperwork?”, the Alpha denied “Of course. I need three signatures from both you and...”, she motioned at Maya with a sincere apologetic smile, “Here. Here. And Here. It's the usual bureaucratic stuff with the adoption paperwork for the pup included. As soon as both of you sign it's all official and you will be husband and wife- Congratulations. I suggest you add the Marks as soon as possible to not cause rumors. It is not a legal requirement anymore for a few years now, but better safe than sorry, right? Oh, and Gemma told me to let you know you have tomorrow off and to bring the two of them with you the day after. Well then, have a wonderful wedding day.” Just like that Maya was married to an Alpha she had only met a week prior, one who was a member of a criminal organization after that. She felt like her whole life was over with the only positive thing that her brother-now son- was with her and she could try and keep him safe.

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Maya put Sam to sleep at 8pm, like every evening, he was a goner the second his head hit the pillow.

“He already sleeping?”, he asked when his new wife had returned just when he had taken a seat on the couch watching TV.

“Yes, Alpha. It were a few exhausting and exiting days for the two of us.”, Maya answered. She had stopped at the border between kitchen and living room waiting for orders. Their father always demanded to be served snacks and drinks when he was sitting like that. Her head cast down in an effort to hide her own growing exhaustion. Maya must have dozen off for a seconds, cause the next thing she knew was the Alpha standing in front of her. Out of instinct and muscle memory, her head curled between her shoulders and her arms formed a protective shield around her midsection.

“The fuck?!”, Happy growled, not liking the reaction at all. His anger burning in her nose and a whimper of appeasement left her throat.

“I ain´t a wife beater either. You going to tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“I am sorry, H-Happy. It- it´s just w- we are u-used to being p-punished.”

“Who?”, he growled, his anger had just become hotter.

“O-our father. He w-was a Beta, a-and only family.”

“Was?”

“S-some Alpha- a Drug dealer- beat him to death when he-he couldn´t pay his dept. I t-took Sammy and fled.”

“…”

“I- I am sorry. No one e-ever asked, a-and I was afraid of what will happen to us.”, she whimpered. Her fear growing by the second. What would happen know that the truth was out and getting rid of them for good would have been the easier and cheaper option.

“You telling me that boy is your brother? Why the fuck he calling you Ma?”

“Ma is short for Maya. Our mother died a few weeks after he was born. I raised him. For all its worth I am his mother.”, her voice had turned into a whisper, “Will you get rid of us now that you know no one will be looking for us?”

“Have you been to the hospital with your injuries? Are they on file somewhere?”

“Only once. He broke my rips and I started coughing up blood when Sammy was a few months old. They believed himthat I fell down the stairs after my heat out of exhaustion. After that I wasn´t allowed to go so he would not have to answer more questions.”

“He left marks.”, it was more a statement than a question.

“Yes. Only on me. I protected- protect- Sammy as good as I can.”

“Where?”

“Back and thighs.” The towel she had pulled around her body the evening prior had just been high enough to cover them.

“I want to see them.”, he rumbled but Maya shook her head no.

Once he sees her back, he would definitely want to get rid of her.

“You can show me here, or in the bedroom. Your choice.”

Her head hung low and with uncertainty what he would do to her when he saw them Maya left for the stairs. If she had to undress she would not do so in the middle of a room where anyone could see her if they barged through the front door. And one thing she had learned the last week: the bikers did not care too much about privacy.

Happy shadowed every step of hers, walking behind her close enough to for her too feel his heat. Like he was afraid she would take off running when he stood just a centimeter further away.

With heavy hands and thumping heart the smaller Omega opened the door to his bedroom and stopped in front of the bed, her back turned towards the door she heard getting locked.

“Need help?”

With one deep breath she started to undress until she was only in her panties. Silent tears ran down her face; she hiccuped when his hands move alongside every single one of her scars, starting with those just beneath her shoulder blades and ending with those on her lower back.

“I will cover them up. You won´t have to see them.”, she whispered when she heard his angry rumble.

Instead of an answer he let the palm of his right hand move over her ass and between her legs with the other following suit. Lightly he pushed her legs apart to get a better look at the scars. They were positioned in a way that only someone she presented before could see them. Or if they knelt behind her and got between her legs.

“I won´t be able to hide those. Sorry.”, Maya whispered.

His scent of anger burned more with every passing second, but it was not directed at her like she believed. It was solely directed towards the coward Beta that had let his minority complex out on a defenseless Omega. He was aware that Omegas weren´t weak, he met a few that could scare the even the strongest Alpha, hell the former Matriarch of the Charter was one of them, but they all were born with the instinct to nourish and care for the people they hold dear. He wasn´t a saint, far from it actually, but even he would not lay a hand on an Omega unless to defend himself. And even then he would try and do so without causing harm. Those scars he saw and felt were the result of deep cuts or whips slashes, with some still pink and barely healed.

“Did he do more to you?”, Happy pressed out through locked jaws.

“Apart from those scars he only threatened to sell me to the next best Alpha to fuck out his rut… He never did though.”

A weight lifted of his chest, at least his Omega had not been forcedand he would be the one to fuck her for the first time. If she ever stopped being scared of him that is. At least now he understood her and the Pups actions more. He would have to treat carefully around them for the time being. It had been his suggestion after all to take them under his wing. His mother was getting worse and always wanted him to find a Mate and get a pup. And what Alpha wouldn´t like an Omega at home?

“A-Alpha? Happy?”, he heard her whisper. How long had he been drifting off like he had? It did not matter at that moment. What mattered was to make sure the Omega realized his anger was not directed at her and that he would not get rid of her over some scars.

“Lay on your stomach on the bed.”, he breathed while letting his hands move her shivering skin. Once he was done with showing her she was safe he would make sure she was warm.

Maya had done what the Alpha had ordered her to do, her mind racing with the what ifs. Would he fuck her now before killing her? Would he add his marks now too as a punishment for not telling him the whole truth? Would he add the Mating mark? Horrendous scenes swirled in her mind but none showed what he was about to do to her. Her breathing stopped at the sound of his clothes falling to the ground and her heart joined her lungs when the bed on either side of her hips dipped beneath his weight.

A strong and dangerous Alpha was straddling her, and there was nothing she could do; he was in full control in this position and she was far too weak if it were any other position. Every single muscle in her body constricted in fright or instinct, she could not tell, when the Alpha finally made contact with her skin. But the contact was not cold, nor sharp or painful like she anticipated, but warm and soft. His breath against her skin send goosebumps down her spine and it took a moment or two for the young woman to realize that he was kissing every single scar on her back; slowly making his way down while his hands followed along her sides. Both grounding and elevating her at the same time. “I will not fuck you tonight.”, he growled and she shortly wondered why he said it the way he did, only realizing her body had moved to present before him on its own when his hands guided her hips back onto the bed. Saying there was not a slight pain of rejection deep within her heart would be a lie, but the feeling of relieve was drowning it out. “I am sorry Alpha, I did not-”, she hurried to apologized fearing she had miffed him with her actions. “I want to.”, he cut her off, “To hear you moan my name when I make you come on my dick. Make you wither in pleasure beneath me, begging me to make you come over and over again until I finally knot you. But I won´t do that as long as you still cover from me when I am close. What I will do is to mark you as mine, so anyone knows you are off limits and under my protection. You can chose: I can do it right now without any distraction and be it over with, or I can make you come on my fingers and then mark you while you are on your high. What ever you prefer Maya.” “C-can you-” “-yes?” “Do it like a mixture of them. D-distract me but not force me to come and do it?” “And how would I do that?”, he hummed. “I- I liked how your hands felt a-and your kisses.”, she blushed with a small voice, she did not want to come off as bossy. “Did you Omega? I am honest: I never was one to do soft shit like that. But I will try.” As soon as those words left his lips his hands began playing with her sides, back, and backside

while his mouth trailed kisses along her shoulder-blades and neck soon making her let out small whimpers and sit up. Now pressed against his chest, more or less sitting on his thighs, his hands had not other chance than finding their way to her breasts. Cupping them, playing with them at the same time until one of them snailed its way down her stomach and towards the junction of her legs. “No.”, she whined her muscles clenching in an effort to move further back and away from the hand. But there was nowhere to go, she was already sitting on the Alpha, his chest pressed into her back, his one arm securing her across her chest, his mouth kissing the right side of her neck where his Mating mark would be soon. “Don´t.”, he growled, the vibrations transferring from his body into her very depths and she immediately stilled. “Good Omega.”, he praised continuing what he was doing before. His lips soon joint by his teeth gently nibbling at the skin of her neck sending small sparks through her veins. She was still pressed against his chest by the arm around hers, but also by the one that had wandered and stopped to play with her thighs. Happy never moved it closer to her pussy than three fingers width, it still made her start losing her mind and her instinct screamed at her to beg him to make her come but she did not. Maya wouldn´t have the time to do so anymore cause just when those screams echoed in her mind they were silenced by the sharp pain in her neck that was quickly drowned out by kisses all around. She had just been claimed by an Alpha. “Mine.”, he growled slowly allowing the grips he had on her to soften and lay down alongside her, his hands starting to move up and down her upper body in an effort to keep distracting her from the pain he had just caused. “Rest now.”, he rumbled. “May I get dressed?”, she shivered, “Please.” “Go ahead.”, Happy kissed against her neck but got up and walked around the bed. “Alpha?”, she gulped noticing the tent in his boxers, would he make her take care of it. He had promised he would not fuck her, but that did not mean she would not have to jerk him off or blow him. “Just need a shower.” , he hummed, “Sleep.” Indeed she fell asleep just a moment later. The day apparently more exhausting than she had first thought.

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The next morning she had awoken in pain. Her neck and throat were burning, with small tendrils even shooting up her jaw. The bite must have gotten infected overnight, or was it normal for it to feel like that after mating? Deciding it would be best to take a look at it and disinfect the wound, Maya crawled out of the calming warmth of the bed and snukinto the en-suit. The area around the bite indeed was reddened down to her collarbone and up to her jaw, she knew it had to be taken care of earlier than later or she could get a nasty infection. Grabbing a clean wash cloth, she let some warm water gather in the sink and carefully started to dab the wound in an attempt to soften the scrap so it could be removed painless and any puss or wound water drain. With the wet cloth pressed against her neck, she made her way down to the kitchen, believing she had seen some iodine there to use as disinfectant.

Indeed she found it in the fridge, together with a pack of bandages. With trained hands Maya had dressed her wound with no problem and then decided to start making breakfast even though it was still too early for it but at the same time it was already to late for her to go back to bed. Starting with cutting some fresh fruits for a salad, the Omega began working in the kitchen ever so often snacking on a piece of apple, peach, or strawberry. Her father had always been furious when she had bought fruits, saying it was a waste of his money – like buying and using drugs wasn´t- so it had become a luxury she and Sammy enjoyed in secret and only ever so often.

Humming softly to herself the Omega continued with the preparations for the day careful not to agonize her neck too much. The lawyer had said Happy had the day off and so she wondered how he wanted to spend it. Maya believed it was thought for them to bond as a new found family, but in the end it was the males decision what they were to do.

Unlike the day prior she had not made pancakes but toasted some waffles and crisped some biscuits to go with the cold cuts and different kinds of cheese they had bought. She had also put some tea on the list as well as hot chocolate for Sammy.

Maya had been in her own world, she did not notice Happy had joined her in the kitchen only when she turned around causing her to get startled and nearly drop what she was holding in her hands.

“Sorry.”, he hummed, his face turned into a frown when she winced because the sudden movement had antagonized the wound, “Let me see your neck.”

“It´s just a bit sore.”, she stated but still pelt of the bandage. It burned and stung at first but once the band-aids were off it subdued.

“I don´t like how it looks. I´ll call our doc to take a look at it.”, he stated already typing a number in his phone, “Morning Prez… Tara needs to take a look at the mark. I don´t like how it looks… We´ll be here. They will be here in an hour, go shower, and get dressed in something that makes it easy for her to treat your wound without showing off your back. I don´t need anyone putting their nose where it does not belong.”

“What do you want to do today, so I don´t need to change again later.”, she asked.

“I am sure they intent for me to fuck you all day.”, he chuckled, “ What were you doing at home when you had nothing to do?”

“Our father made sure there is always something to do for me, when I finished early with the tasks and he was out cold, I would take Sammy to a playground. Or when he was out out I let him watch some Cartoons on TV. Neither happened much.”

“Dress comfortable.”

“Yes, Happy.”

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“Did you even tried taking care of the bite? This is infected and needs antibiotic treatment for it to heal close to how it should.”, the Omega of the President admonished. Her tone making it obvious she wanted to be anywhere but there in that moment. She shared that sentiment with Maya, who became more and more anxious wit every passing second. Sammy was keeping himself busy in the garden under the watchful eyes of the two Alphas who stood in the doorway leading outside.

“I put some iodine on it after cleaning it this morning.”, she mumbled apologetic.

“Obviously. I was talking to your Alpha. He should have cleaned the wound after biting you, their saliva has disinfecting properties in combination with Omega blood, just like our has with theirs. All of them know how to take care of normal injuries with how often they get injured. They know how to disinfect wounds. Had he done it last night I would not have to be here. Do you have more injuries I should take a look at while I am here?”

“I did not fucking hurt her besides the bite!”, Happy growled obviously unhappy about what Tara had said just a moment earlier.

“I wasn´t asking you.”, she bit back, but apologized when her Alpha´s disapproving gaze settled on her.

“I am fine otherwise.”

“Good. I will leave you a prescription for some antibiotic and painkillers, clean the wound each day. If it does not get better within three days I have to take another look at it.”

“Understood, thank you for taking a look at it.”

The couple left just a short while later and the moment the door closed the little boy´s face fell and he came inside. Making the Alpha wonder what happened in the past for him to act that way.

“Did you have fun?”, Maya asked her brother with a smile, who shyly answered with a nod, “You can keep playing if you want.”

“No toys.”, he mumbled into her hair, careful so the Alpha would not hear.

“What he said?”, Happy asked curious only to regret it when the boy curled into his sisters side, “Sam, if something is wrong, I want you tell me.” He was not used to talk softly, so it came out rougher than he intended to and combined with the scarred mentality of the boy the latter shivered.

Oh, how badly did the Biker want to find the man´s body and kill him again? Over. And over. And over.

“Th- there are no toys.”, the little boy finally answered barely daring to glance in the same direction as the adult was.

“What kind of Toys?”

“B- Ball?”

“You want a ball?”

“Y-Yes please, M- Happy?”

“Anything else?… Are you sure?”, the Alpha added when the little boy vehemently shook his head no.

“Sammy, would you like another waffle and some chocolate milk? You did not eat much for breakfast.”

“Yes!”, he squealed jumping up and running towards his seat at the table.

“Wash your hands first!”, she laughed after him.

“Yes Ma!”

“Have you decided what you want to do, Alpha?”, she whispered as soon as the little boy was out of earshot.

“Making sure you smell like me tomorrow.”, he rumbled, “But first I got to make another call. Get the Pup settled in the living room with enough snacks for the day.”

“Yes, Happy. What would you like for me to prepare for Lunch or dinner?”

“Pizza would be best.”

“Fresh or frozen?”

“Don´t care.”

“I-i would like to make the dough from scratch then. I- its healthier for Sammy.” “Fine with me. Get going while I make the call.”, he shrugged before disappearing out on the porch already dialing. Fifteen minutes later the new family was launching on the couch watching cartoons, with Maya and Happy on the couch and Sam on a small nest made of pillows on the floor. A short while later he pulled her against his side and started playing with her hair. Where that actions came from he could not tell. Anyone who knew him would say it must have been instinct, in truth he wanted her to get used to his touches without scaring her. She had bad experiences with the touches of a man after all. Those experiences being

obvious whenever his fingers came too close to her neck or ass and her breathing hitched for a split second. It took nearly an hour for that instinct to deplete and he felt her relax under his attention. But all that was gone when the door leading to the garage slammed open, causing the pup to scramble beneath the table and immediately start shaking and shivering, while the Omega threw herself on top of him to shield him with her body. Happy had his gun drawn ready to shoot the intruder at the first opportunity but hid it again when he realized what idiot it was. “Sooooo, where do you want this shit going to?”,Traggercalled out, his back turned towards the living room. “The FUCK is your problem!?”, Happy growled, the fear of his Omega and adoptive Pup burning in his nose awakening a side of his that would kill a brother without regret. “Get your ass outside now.” “Jesus. Gemma told me to bring you this shit immediately. Did I interrupt some dick time or what have you all pissy.” “One more word like that and you´ll have the prospect driving you around for a while.” “Brother what the-”, the curly haired Alpha frowned only for realization enter his eyes, “- shit what that me? I am sorry brother, I did not mean to.” “Yeah, but you did. Now get your ass outside before I lose control and make sure we are left alone until tomorrow.” “I promise. Shit. Tell them I am sorry for me, alright?”, Tig hissed before leaving the house and driving off with the tow truck again. Now faced with the task of calming down not only an Omega but also a small child. And he had practical knowledge of neither. “Fuck you Tragger.”, he slightly hit the door-frame inside the garage before returning to the living room where Maya had already realized that they were not in danger. Sitting on the little nest her brother had previously occupied, she cradled him in her arms calming him down. She seemed shaken but otherwise alright, while her brother was whimpering and shivering. “I am sorry.”, she whispered, avoiding to look at the Alpha.

“Tragger is the only one who has to be. Will he be alright?” “Sooner or later. Sometimes he was alright after two hours, sometimes it took a whole day. Always depending on what our father did after coming back like that.” “Anything I can do?” “I don´t know. Can we keep the Cartoons running? Maybe it will help him relax or at least distract him.” The Alpha nodded, “Sure.” Nearly one hour later Sam had calmed down and he was back to enjoying the cartoons running on TV while snuggling into his sisters side, with the Alpha sitting on the couchlike a lion watching over its pride. “Ma, hungry.”, the young boy whispered after another while. “We have Snacks on the Table. Do you want some Apples, or cookies?”, she hummed glad that the boy was not traumatized, or at least not too much. “Cookies?”, he asked hopefully. “Maybe Happy can hand over the plate with them if you ask.” “H-Happy, c-can I have a cookie please?”, he mumbled, “A lot more shy than he was just a moment before. With cautious movements, the bald Alpha offered the small boy the plate in question and couldn´t suppress a small smile when the boy took it without hesitation and thanked him with a smile. “Are you okay with staying with him so I can go and prepare the pizza? I will just be in the kitchen.”, Maya whispered another hour later into her brothers ear. Sam looked from his sister to the Alpha (who acted like he did not spend attention to what was going on before him) and back before giving her a reassuring little nod in approval. “Happy, what toppings do you want on your pizza?” “Pepperoni, Paprika, and onions.” Forty minutes later the food was ready to serve and cooling on the counter enough to not burn her fingers while serving. With the scent of the hot goods in her nose, Maya was unable to smell the Alpha approaching until he was close enough for his body heat to register against her skin. “You want to set the table here or in the living room?”, he answered her with his deep voice vibrating in a way that made something tingle in her backbone. “We were never allowed to eat in the living room.”, she stated it was answer enough. “I don´t mind as long as it is not every time and everything stays clean.”, he nodded, “You need help carrying everything?” “No, it´s fine. I will get some drinks first and then bring the food.”, Maya stated unused to ´the male of the house´ to help. Her father would have given her new bruises for just considering thinking about asking him to lift a finger. “Get the food. I will bring the drinks when I am back from taking a piss. Juice okay for him?” “I - “, she wanted to tell him it really was okay for her to set everything but decided against it when she saw the pointed look in his eyes, “Yes, juice is fine.” “Sammy, go wash your hands so we can eat. Happy allowed to eat here but make sure you don´t do a mess.” “Yes Ma! “ “Thank you for today.”, Maya whispered once they lay in bed later that day, “We never had a day like that.”

__________-

It had been nearly two months since Happy and Maya got married.

Two months later they got to know each other more and both Maya and Sam learned that Happy would not treat them like their father did.

He could get angry and aggressive. He was no saint after all, but not once did he do more than growl at the two of them and instead let his anger out on punching bags or sparing with one of the other Alphas or prospects. During that time Omega and Pup had gotten closer with the other Mates and Pups of the Pack and now felt more at ease within the halls. Enough so that Sammy would feel safe enough staying with the President and his family once Maya´s heat or Haps rutt would start.

And that would be any day now. Nerves strung more with every passing day. Maya could feel her anxiety rising. She never had anyone helping her during her heats, and now she was mated to an Alpha who had not yet touched her more than an embrace when they were alone or he needed others to know she was his.

Would he be careful? Would he be brutal? Or would he refuse to bed her and simply stay close and hand her a toy?

“What the fuck has you all nervous for days`”, Happy pulled her out of her thoughts.

“I- my heart will start any day now and I-”, she mumbled, “I always was alone.”

“Ya want me to stay away?”, he rumbled, his deep voice making it impossible for her to hear if he was angry with her or just interested in her answer.

“N-no. I just don´t know what to expect. You- we never… had sex. I never had sex and-”

“I won´t hurt you.”, he whispered, his embrace becoming stronger and lips finding the side of her neck.

“I know- still. I never really remember what happens throughout my heart. Only pain and that I am hungry and thirsty afterward. Father just locked me in my room and left me to fend for myself. I don´t know how I will act.”

“I told you I don´t do rape.”, he reminded her.

“I – I trust you. I would like you to help me… if you want.”

“Good. Fill the fridge with what you need for your heat today. Take the prospect with you to shop.”

“We already bought groceries for this week with the budget.”, she whispered having learned her Mate did not like spending money if it was not necessary.

“Go buy the things you need. Just don´t overdo it.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good.”

___________

She had bought isotonic drinks as well as different kinds of snacks and food that can be eaten quickly and would still be nourishing, as well as some cooling packs, salve against soreness, and painkillers specially designed for Omegas post heat. Then there were chocolates and already prepared fruit bowls. Maya had also thought about getting a simple toy she had used during her past heats to help but in the end, decided against it in fear she would anger Happy. Accusing him he would not be Alpha enough to satisfy her. Back at her Alphas house, she got the bedroom ready. Stocked it with drinks and snacks, while also removing the covers from the bed (she would be far too hot to have use for that) and placing the softest towels Happy owned close to the bed so they could at least clean up a bit. Maya had just finished with everything when small stings in her lower abdomen announced the arrival of her heat. “T-M- Automotive, how can I help you?”, the oldest Omega of the pack answered the phone. “Gemma. Can you please ask Layla to come and get Sammy?” “Of Course Honey. Your heat started then? You want me to tell Happy to hurry up?” “No, the first twinks just started, but I would like to know Sammy is settled before Hap comes back...” “Oh of course. I will get her right away and come and fetch the little Angel. Were you able to get anything you need?” “Yes, thank you.” “No worries. See you in a bit.”, and with this, the former Matriarch ended the call and Maya told Sammy it was time to get his bag ready. Now alone with her nervous thoughts and nothing to do, Maya began worrying and fidgeting that something could or would go wrong. She did not know what that could be, but the fear of failing and angering the Alpha that had taken them under his wing and protection was always present. She had been able to survive an angry Beta for years but knew she could not last one night, nonetheless a whole heat, if it were an angry Alpha. And what would happen with her little brother then? “Maya,”, Happy announced his arrival, “last chance to tell me to fuck off and lock me out of this room. Decide quickly, you smell so fucking sweet and delicious now and it only getting worse for me to stay away.” “Please don´t, she nearly whined. “Don´t what?” “Don´t leave. Please-”, this time it was a whine fueled by her fear of being rejected. “You want me to stay and help you through your heat even when it means I have to fuck you.” “Yes,

please.” “Good. I would have hated not being able to fuck you while you smell this delicious Omega. You smell like you could start my rut early.” Panic started to arise again, Alphas in a rut were dangerous, often they lose control and their partners end up in Hospital or at least injured, and when Omega´s in heat get thrown in the mist there is no way to say how it will end. They either become feral in their need of breeding an Omega, or even the most caring and nurturing creature devoted to the well-being of the Omega they were mating. But before her thoughts could go out of hand a strong cramp hit and Maya was pulled back into the present. “Let me help you, Omega.”, Happy rumbled, one of his hands gently touching her jaw. “Please-”, she whispered again, those pleads being the last thing remembered from her heat. The next thing she knew was exhaustion lamed bones, heavy eyes, and dry throat. She was so exhausted that she could not feel anything but tiredness.

__________

It took her four days to be back to her former self after her heat, meaning she could walk normally again without her legs twitching or innards being sore, and both Maya and Sammy were back spending their time at the Clubhouse while Happy was working at the garage.

Croweaters continued glaring at her for stealing ´their´ Alpha but had stopped openly treating her with disdain after Happy nearly beat up a paying customer for glaring the wrong way at her. They had realized then that it was safer for them to not treat her wrong. They still would try and woo the Alpha but moved their main attention to other Members.

It was the week of Sammy´s fourth birthday, nearly five months after they had been given to Happy, and Maya and her brother were walking through Charming getting some food and preschool shopping for him when a hot shiver of dread rolled down her spine.

____________

Something was wrong, Happy could feel it in the pit of his stomach but could not pinpoint what it was.

“DAAAAA!”

Time around him froze when the scared and high-pitched voice of his adoptive pup cut through the air.

“What happened? Where is Maya?”, he rumbled, engulfing the shaking and sobbing pup in his arms. His Alpha is ready to rip out throats.

“She told me to run. Safe her please.”, the small pup sobbed, his small hands clutching the Alpha´s cut and shirt beneath with a strength no three-year-old shout possess.

“Safe her from who? Sammy, save her from who?”

“Father.”, the small boy whispered and Happy´s Alpha broke free and only the instinct to protect ´his´ pup kept him from tearing up the Town that very second.

“Brother?”, Tig asked carefully, and slightly scared of the Alpha, hoping to figure out what was going on without turning into collateral.

But instead of an answer, the unholy one lifted his pup into his arms and walked into the clubhouse adding to the all-around feeling of shit was about to hit the fan.

“You will stay here while I get Maya.”, he rumbled, sitting the small boy at the bar where Layla and Prospect were, “You hurt?”

“Ca-can Chips stay with me?”

“Sure thing. I still need a rematch in Uno.”, the Beta in question stepped in immediately. He might not know what exactly was going on, but hell would freeze over before he would deny a scared pup comfort if he was able to give it. Especially if it was his pack.

“We were at the park.”, Sammy whispered before finally releasing his Da.

“Hap?”

“Someone should have stayed dead. Gonna make sure he does. Have the Prospect prepare the warehouse.”

“Yall heard the man.”, the President called out.

_________

Every part of her body hurt and she knew there would be at least some cracked ribs, a concussion, and new scars. Her father, who she had presumed dead and who looked like he had been at least close to it in the last couple of months, had taken her to a run-down motel at the edge of Charming and started to take his anger out on her. Just the way he always had. At least she knew her brother would be safe with Happy, and maybe the others.

A small smile graced her busted and swollen lips, for the first time she had felt safe and protected and knew she could die happily knowing her brother would be taken care of.

“What do you smile like that you bloody useless Bitch?”, her Beta father growled once again kicking her in her side, “Should have sold your pussy before you became a biker whore. How many dicks can you take at once? Four, five? Answer me before I give you a reason to beg!”

“Happy will kill you.”, Maya spat then.

“You think that Bastard cares for you and your bastard of a brother? Ha! I bet he is already dick-deep in another pussy!”

“We are his, and he takes care of what is his. He doesn´t like when someone touches his things or breaks them.”

“At least you finally understood you are nothing but a thing.”, her father laughed, slapping her another time before leaving the room, not locking the door. He was surely thinking she was too weak to leave.

And she believed she was. Until she heard the rumble of motorcycles in the distance. Slowly, groaning, flinching, and cursing with every movement, Maya made her way down the flight of stairs and into the dark parking lot. Night had fallen in the meantime and rain started to fall drenching her down to her bones. More stumbling than anything else she tried to meet the bikers halfway in hopes it was indeed her ´pack´ making that noise.

__________

Any anger and other emotion was forgotten when he saw the broken form of his Mate walking towards them in the dark parking lot they had just entered. Her face was busted and would swell in the next hours or days he knew. Blood was staining her clothes and she held her sides indicating her rips and stomach had been hurt.

“Maya.”, he whispered, not wanting to accidentally scare her in her condition.

“Sammy?”

“At the Clubhouse with Chibs and a few others.”, he answered knowing that was the only information important to her at that moment.

“He walked away a few minutes ago. His car broke down when we arrived.”

“Get her back. We will collect the Dead man walking.”, someone he did not care to figure out at that moment patted him on the back. Not needing to be told twice, he shrugged off his sweater, dressed her in it, and guided her to the van Opie was driving, “I´ll be right behind you.”

“Thank you.”, she whispered

________

Maya had no recollection of what happened after she left the room, but trusting Tara that was not unusual with a concussion like she had.

Sammy would not leave her side and neither did Happy once he had returned from ´talking´ to their father. She knew he was dead, even though Happy never had said anything, but she had been able to smell the fear and blood of her father on her Mate. “He won´t be bothering the two of you ever again.”, he said with a finality that made her heart swell with relief.

Finally, they were free. Finally, they were safe. Finally, they were loved.

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helpless pt1

Title: helpless pt1

Pairing: Killian Jones x reader

Word count: 984

Warnings: blood, swearing

Tags: angst, hurt-comfort

Synopsis: when reader gets really hurt, she has no choice but to go someone who is not really her friend....

A/N: I'm back!! I think this will be a multiple part story, I wanted to test something new. so the idea was that y/n arrives at his door beaten up and weak, and he has to kind of take care of her, but she's cold and doesn't wanna open up to him. enjoy :)

MASTERLIST

They got you good. Your face is bloody, and you're covered in bruises. You're a long way from home, and won't make it back in one piece, so you have only one choice.

You new his house wasn't far from where you were, so you gathered yourself and went.

You stand in his doorway, bloody and beaten up. Your knees are weak and you're on the verge of collapsing right then and there

"I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go" You say, weakly.

His eyes instantly show concern. While you are definitely not his friend, he's not a complete monster.

"Come inside"

You try to get over to a chair, but your legs are unstable and it causes you to stumble. He lifts you to the chair as gently as possible, and leans you back. He takes a moment to study the bruises.

"You are beaten pretty badly. Who did this to you?"

Your breathing is heavy. Blood drips out of your mouth on the floor. there's a huge cut on your face, and blood leaks from it. You exhale, not giving him a response. You don't want to open up.

He gives you a stern, but concerned look, waiting for you to speak. It's breaking his heart to see you so roughed up. If this were any of his men in this state, he would be furious.

"You got any antiseptic?" you say, with a cold tone in your voice. Anything to break the silence.

He gets to work quickly, cleaning the injuries and getting the necessary supplies for stitching it up. He takes a deep breath and asks the dreaded question

"Who did this to you, y/n?"

You wince in pain as he touches the cloth to your open wound "It's none of your concern."

He shakes his head. "Your pride is going to get you killed. I have never seen an enemy left in such a state. You can hardly walk. Tell me. Who did this."

You lean your head against the wall, closing your eyes. You let out a groan, feeling discomfort because of your wounds.

"No offence y/n, but you truly are stubborn. I'll ask again. Who did this to you?"

"Let it go Killian."

"No. This could be vital information. The person who nearly killed you could attack you again, or attack me and my men. Or we could have some common ground on this matter. Please just tell me who it was."

"It's nothing!" you yell in frustration as you stand up with trouble. "Thank you for the care. I'm going now." You stand up, regretting your decision of coming here in the first place.

He stands in front of the door and sighs, shaking his head "I can't let you leave in this condition, y/n. You are practically helpless."

"Let me leave." You try to push him aside, but you have no strength left, and it causes you to have to take a step sideways, leaning into the wall with your hands.

"You cannot leave. You are in no condition to move. If whoever attacked you finds you leaving this state, for all I know they would just finish you off. Do not be so stubborn."

"Why are you acting like this? As if you care about what happens to me."

"You may not believe me y/n, but I do care. You have caused me a great deal of grief and rage, but seeing the state you are in right now fills me with empathy. So I'm not asking you again. Who did this to you?"

"It's nothing of your concern Killian"

"I am telling you, it is my concern." He takes a deep breath "Whoever did this to you, they are not good. I am willing to set our little rivalry aside to make sure this person doesn't cause any further trouble. I am only telling you this once, y/n. Who did this to you?"

"shut up." you say, softly.

He rolls his eyes. "What a surprise, the proud, stubborn woman finally breaks." he steps closer and towers over you, looking you dead in the eyes "Who. Did. This. To. You!"

"SHUT. UP!" You yell at him, your voice shaking. Your eyes tear up a little bit. You take a deep breath and put your hands at the wall, holding yourself up.

He notices how much this is obviously hurting you. You are on the verge of tears and it takes all your strength to keep from collapsing. It secretly pains him to see you in such a state. He sighs and looks at you. He takes a step closer and places a hand on your shoulder. He speaks in a softer tone

"I know this may be a shock to you y/n. But I'm willing to put a hold on his hate for you to help you. We can put our rivalry away temporarily and focus on this matter at hand. All I ask is for you to tell me who did this to you, so that I may ensure this does not happen to you or anyone I may care for again."

"Fine. It was Sunamo and his men." You say softly, having your eyes closed.

His eyes show shock and his jaw drops at such a name. Sunamo is a sadistic monster who knows no mercy. He lets out a slow exhale. For the first time in all his time knowing her, you are showing slight trust in him. This is certainly a breakthrough.

"What did they do to you?"

You look at your shoes with a puzzled look on your face, looking for words.

"Take your time. I am not going anywhere until I get the whole story. This Sunamo is someone I have had my eye on for a while. You are not the first to suffer at his hands. What did he do?"

[bloodlust-1]

꒦꒷ Blood Bond ꒷꒦

Bound by blood, associated by marriage.

Gortash x fem Tav durge Explicit 18+

Chapter: 6

Part 1 ->here<-

No warnings. You know what you came here for.

Tav sat alone on the bench in the palace garden, tears falling into her lap. Why did seeing him cheat on her strike such a nerve? It's not like they were the closest anyway. But her heart squeezed in sharp pain like it remembered him.

Tav heard heavy footsteps, and she knew it was Gortash, and her heart filled with anger. "I don't want to see you," she called out angrily, her voice choked with tears.

Gortash sat down beside her, "Good, you don't have to look at me then," he replied monotonously.

Seriously? Tav turned to face him, her eyes burning with anger. "I've had enough of you. You have done nothing for me," she spat.

Gortash let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "Don't throw tainted lies into the air. I was the only one who took care of you when it happened, the urge," he stated angrily.

"But you can fuck a stranger in my home in front of me? Drugged?!"

Gortash shrugged, "Tch, that must've struck something in you, huh? You're so hyper-fixated on it."

"You're disgusting."

Gortash leaned back into the bench, crossing his arms, "Oh, look at Bhaal's precious princess, always perfect and innocent. But when I finally seek revenge ten-fold, she just falls apart like a delicate flower." Gortash reached and grabbed Tav's face, forcing her to face him. It was like he was studying her eyes. "Are you finally remembering?"

Tav quickly shoved him away, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Disappointed, Enver folded his arms again and fell quiet. This woman he used to love was gone, and Tav was only a mere shell of her. Gortash lost his crutch the day Tav disappeared.

Tav's anger turned into hurt. Tav knew she had lost memories during a period of her life, and it seemed to be the biggest problem right now. "Whoever you want me to be, I am not that person." She sniffled.

"I know. And I will never see her again."

Ouch. Why did that hurt so much...

"I had to relive my life again, relearn things of my past. Especially with my father," she said, her voice breaking.

Tav hugged herself. "Do you know how bad it hurts - when the urge takes over?"

"It burns my skin from the inside. It feels like fire. that only I could feel."

Gortash's expression softened, and he let out a heavy sigh. "I pity you," he said firmly, his eyes avoiding hers.

Truth is, Enver missed his old relationship. They barely ever saw each other of recent and it did fuck with him. His lost love. He was secretly going threw heartbreak and only knew how to take it out against this imposter. There's so much resentment and there was no healthy way for them to handle it.

Gortash then said something that shocked her. "I am regretful for the damage I have caused to our marriage -" He cleared his throat and corrected himself, "Our bond. For it was not worth hurting you, of all people," Gortash's voice went cold.

Ah, right...Gortash was the only one who remembered their friendship together. It made Tav wonder what they were like before all of this.

Tav looked at him with disbelief. Gortash had never apologized to her before. She stayed silent, not sure how to respond.

Gortash straightened his posture, not bothering to look at her. "You may join me for breakfast if you choose. I'll be in the dining hall," he said before standing up and walking away.

Tav sat there for a few moments, her mind reeling from Gortash's words. She couldn't believe he had apologized and showed a hint of remorse. Maybe he did have a soft spot for her, but why?

Something more had to be buried in her past that he knew about. Otherwise, he'd continued to push her away.

tav gripped her hair in frustration, "Why can't I fucking remember?"

She wiped away her wet cheeks with the sleeves of her dress. Even though Gortash invited her for breakfast, Tav still couldn’t bare to be around him.

Instead, Tav stayed outside in their garden, picking at the petals of the roses. The florists would probably roll into their graves if they saw Tav plucking away their hard work, but she didn’t care.

Later that day

It was a quiet evening in the library, the only sound being the soft rustling of pages as Tav turned them in her book. She sat alone at a desk, her dinner in front of her. Tav refused to sit next to Gortash during dinner, and now she was enjoying her dinner alone.

Heavy footsteps made Tav's ears ring. She knew his steps by heart. Tav looked up from her book to see Gortash walking towards her, his lips pulled into a frown. Tav could feel his eyes burning into her as he came closer and closer.

Gortash's frown deepened as he approached her, his presence looming over her. "How long are you going to keep this up?" he asked, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Tav blatantly ignored him, refusing to even look at him. She went back to her book, hoping he would take the hint and fuck off.

He huffed and hovered over the desk, placing his palms on the wood and grimacing down at her. Tav finally looked up at him, narrowing her eyes in annoyance.

Tav finally looked up at him, her piercing gaze meeting his tired and tense one. She narrowed her eyes, "What do you want, Gortash?"

"I want to know why you're acting like a fucking child. If you didn't want to deal with me then maybe you should've asked that pretty boy vampire to fucking marry you instead."

Tav looked at him carelessly before retorting back to the pages, "Maybe I should've."

"Go fuck yourself, Tavina."

Her breath hitched and she clutched the page between her fingers.

"Who told you that name?"

Gortash's grimace turned into a small smile. "Ah, now that's a question," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

"Who." She repeated more louder and firmly.

Tav hated her name. It was too feminine. She found that using her nickname gained her more respect from others because it sounded like a male name. It was harder for women to be seen as powerful.

Tav raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"Well?" she prompted, wanting to know what he had to say.

"We knew each other before this. Very well."

Tav crossed her arms, "Elaborate."

Gortash huffed sarcastically and leaned closer to her. "We worked closely together plotting our way to the top," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

"Like a business partner?" Tav asked, she was almost scared to know this.

Gortash let out a haunting laugh and leaned even closer, their faces almost touching. "We were more than friends, my dear. We were lovers, companions," his eyes locked with Tav's.

Her eyes widened to his words. Her stomach felt like a heavy pit and she bit down on her lower lip, "Tell me more."

Gortash straightened up and clicked his tongue, "Interested, are we?"

She rolled her eyes, "Must I repeat myself."

Gortash's smirk widened, "We were unstoppable, but you kept our relationship very private. You said: I'm sorry Father, for I have fallen in love with Bane's chosen." He laughed and his eyes softened, "You thought I was brilliant."

Tav scrunched her lips and looked away, "Did you love me?"

A sigh left his lips, "Yes."

"And - did I love you back?"

Gortash nodded his head softly once, not uttering a single word more.

"Oh." The aura around them became tense. Tav pitied the idea of not even recognizing a lover. Why did she have to feel so horrible about it?

Quickly Tav opened her mouth in an attempt to wash away the tension, "What did we do other than plotting?"

A smirk played on his lips and his eyes grew dark, seductive.

"I-I would choose your next sentence carefully if you want me to hear you out any longer!" Her cheeks faintly tinted red.

It was like Gortash took a minute to rethink his statement, Finally, he responded, "A game of cat and mouse. The hunter and the prey."

"What? How was this game played...?"

"Simple, no rules, just pure natural instinct. Usually played in the dark with the will to live. Of course, it's easier to be the hunter, but oh - the sweet adrenaline of being prey."

Gortash circled over to Tav, reaching out to firmly grab her chin, "I would die in the sweet bliss of my lover...if she willed me to."

He continued, "But you only liked to toy with the idea of pushing me close to death. You'd never allow me to suffer in death without you."

Her heart raced, and her mouth went dry. His sudden touch sent chills that created a heat in her face and it felt oddly...nice.

It was like her body was familiar with his touch and Tav unconsciously leaned her cheek into his palm. And before she had realized what she did, Gortash was already gliding his thumb across her skin.

At that moment a vivid memory raced into Tav's mind. An image of them holding each other in a tight embrace. Tav winced in pain, her head throbbed in a sharp sting.

Gortash pulled away, "My dear?"

Tav shook her head, trying to make sense of the memory that was resurfacing. "I...I don't know. I'm suddenly not feeling well," her voice trembling.

No, Tav couldn't accept this, who cheats on the woman they supposedly loved? He was a vile man who didn't deserve her.

Gortash's brows furrowed in confusion. "What is going on with you?"

But Tav couldn't bring herself to answer. The memory was too overwhelming. What the fuck was going on in that head of hers.

"You're terrible," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes and she wore a mask of anger.

Gortash rolled his eyes, "And you're no better. Now - Come on, I'll take you to your chambers. You need rest," he said, offering her his arm.

Tav pushed his arm away and stood up. She wobbled a bit for a moment, but she pushed through the pain.

Finally, they reached her chambers and Gortash opened the door and helped Tav into her bed. "Rest now, I'll send for the healer tomorrow." he stared at her with cold, tired eyes.

Tav nodded, and as she closed her eyes, she could feel Gortash's presence beside her. "Night," Tav murmured in a guarded voice.

Gortash watched her for a moment before quietly leaving the room. He knew he'd fuck up. Badly. He was starting to realize that this was not the Tav he once knew anymore.

He would save her 1,000 times to get his Tav back. But it was too late.

To Be Continued ~

Any Thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

Next part here

anger is one hell of a fuel

Any-who, hi hi, I can't wait to post this on ao3, im just waiting on an invite. WHY does it take sooo long ah;-; Also! keep Gortash's game in memory, it'll come back around in the future ;p

This story doesn’t get too much engagement but this is my favorite thing to write for and I’m not sure why. It’s just interesting to think about their dynamic and how time heals things…thanks for the one who’ve been reading<3

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 1 [Appleradio]

"Hello, hello, my dear listeners! Your dear radio host Alastor is here to give you, once again, the most warming welcome to your favorite station here in our splendid town of Hazbin Vale. It's truly quite a pleasure to being back on the air after that rather unfortunate murder that happened near the studio.

Yes, indeed, truly unfortunate that an unruly teenager didn't pick a better target to pick on late at night when some individuals want to just grab some milk at the gas station and had to live the consequences. But is exactly as they say, my friends; you reap what you saw and that night the scythe of death must have felt a little bit… impatient than usual.

But there's no need to worry about that! I am sure that the thirst for death has been quench for now and there won't be any other danger on the horizon. You see, I am just cursed with an unbearable optimism, dear listener, so I am sure that you will be going home without no worry or concern in your tender, warm, little hearts tonight. Back to your lovely families who all can let a sigh of relief because there is nobody outside watching through the window. Or are there? I would close the windows and keep the lights out, just to be safe.

Back again to our waste of youth, I mean, our dearly departed young delinquent, I think I saw their foot sticking out from behind the counter at the gas station when I pased this morning. The police must have been too busy picking up all the other pieces that they missed it! If any of our valiant police officers could take care of that so the whole body could be put underground that would be lovely. For the family, of course!

I actually tried to get some comment from the police chief Husk to give you all, but someone must have skipped on their greasy filled donuts breakfast this morning because the old man Husk just shush me away, insisting that they were already taking care of everything.

Truly, how rude is that? Has the police never heard about such a thing as freedom of press? Outrageous, I tell you that! But even though I could stay and argue for my civil rights, as I had every right to do, dear listener, I instead walked away to my radio tower while humming to myself our last hit of yesterday, "Murder on the dance floor!" I don't know why I got that particularly melody stuck in my head so much.

Oh, nevermind that. For whoever may care, or be morbidly curious about it, the service for the body will be tomorrow at 9 AM in our local church. Despite the many flaws of her offpring, his mother is a nice lady that knows to stay quiet when it's convenient for her, so please, send her my most sincere condolecencies if you happened to see her. I believe she was planning to move out of town right after putting her son to rest, as she told me herself this morning on my way here. Since of course I had to make sure that she was in a good state of mind and wasn't causing a ruckus trying to say to the police things she shouldn't have.

Poor woman. I can't imagine what it must feel like to have such a loss. The sense of relief to have one less mouth to feed can be overwhelming. She will surely be missed, whatever her name was!

In other less satisfying news, the universe truly has it's own way to balance everything because as soon someone was out, someone else is comming in. That is right, dear listener, while I was having my morning stroll I happened to hear all about our new resident in town that moved to the old abandoned house at the outskirt of everything. From what I could gather by the power of people's gossip, this man is a inventor who primarly makes toys and has made a considerable fortune out of it. How nice.

He plans to revive the toy store that had to shut down two years ago when that whatisherface rude clerk was slaughtered in a particularly hilarious manner there and the cowardly owners ran away. We all remember that incident. They never did find her delicious soft hands, did they?

Another tragedy that we all mourned together, indeed. The closing of the toy store, that is. The youth does really need space to entertain themselves in a safe and controlled environment. Maybe if some teenagers had something like that growing up, they wouldn't have ended up on the ground, ha ha!

Who knows, it could even revitalize a little bit of the spark this town used to have. Now everyone is so afraid and paranoid, talking about all these sudden and inexplicable attacks as if they were worth mulling over rather than an inevitability of life. As if thinking about it is ever going to stop a knife directed to the throat. A waste of time if you ask me.

So a nice change of pace might be exactly what we all need! I heard that this inventor even brought along his own daughter, that should be starting in preschool for the next week if I am not mistaken. I haven't been able to meet the man yet, but it sounds like at the very least could be interesting for three whole minutes if I am lucky. Five if a miracle happens. Oh, along with my optimism, I have also been cursed with too high expectations, it seems.

What I can say? I am a dreamer at heart.

Ah, new blood is always rather exciting, don't you think, listener? Me, I am not particularly fond of children, especially the rude ones, but I am nothing if not flexible to whatever changes may come our way and my curiosity is always killing. That is how the saying goes, isn't it? Ha ha, we have a lot of fun here, don't we?

I think great things are about to happen here, in this lovely quaint town of ours, listener. I can feel it on the air. It's crinkling and static with energy, after so, so long. It's finally waking up. I know you feel it too.

Be sure to give the toy maker a welcome only worthy of Hazbin Vale when you have the chance. Tell him that Alastor will always be reporting the news of this town and to tune in with the rest of us whenever he wants. Remember: I am always here. I will be here to delight your ears for as long you breath and long after you are done breathing. I can never stop or be stopped. That is a promise.

Now, for the weather…"

[quillkiller]

bellatrix pls xx

(ask game)

mwah thank u claude <3

favorite thing about them

i always tend to be the most compelled by oldest sibling-characters and that’s one of my favorite things about bellatrix aswell.. like her undying loyalty to family and especially her sisters, even if the loyalty is flawed and unhealthy, is very deeply special to me. i read a post lately about how bellatrix never used violence against her own family even if her family ended up using it against her. even after azkaban, after years of torture and dementors, she never layed a hand on. she always prioritized her family, despite it being in fucked up and harmful ways .. makes me Sick

least favorite thing about them

honestly maybe nothing ?? i think she’s one of the most interesting female characters in the hp series. she marries but never had children and ended up more powerful and demanding more respect than her husband ever did. she was voldys right hand man, despite being a woman .. she wasn’t heir to anything at all but becomes the most feared black family member of all ?? i think thats very interesting. i suppose i could be boring and say that my least favorite thing is that shes a ’death eater’ but that would be a lie :/

favorite line

"You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it - righteous anger won't hurt me for long - I'll show you how it is done, shall I? I'll give you a lesson—” <- cunty

brotp

bella & sirius but in like a really fucked up way. in a sirius was bellas favorite cousin way and she hates him more than anything and sirius misses bella because he knew her before her name caused fear to whoever spoke it. they would play quidditch together and play fight and bella was his cool older cousin and sirius was the heir who looked up to her.. they absolutely excluded their other siblings during holiday festivites or whatever and teamed up. i Think

otp

quillkiller <3

notp

any ship with a man. bella is a lesbian to me 🤍

random hc

i think she’s kinda.. gross ? i dont think she brushes her teeth regularly and often gets knots in her hair because she doesnt like brushing it. she was the kind of teenage girl who hated her ’evolving’ body and puberty and how men started looking at her differently and how she became a ’girl’ against her own will

unpopular opinion

young bellatrix was just a pretty normal teenage girl. like yeah she was prejudiced and narrow-minded, but i really believe she was just a teenage girl who loved her sisters and laughed a lot. i dont even tend to think she was that against andys relationship with ted at first and the coin really flipped when she understood that andy was going to choose him. to bella their relationship was just a fling, bella had them too, and then when it really came down to it they would fulfill their duties and do whats expected of them. sort of hogwarts being their rumspringa shdhfjsjf if that makes sense ? <- people tend to think bella was just born crazy or evil as if it isnt in the canonical text that azkaban is what deteriorated her mental state. like yeah she wasnt a good person before that, but she was also. a person. who made those choices and had to live with them and committ to them. i dont think she just Chose to submit to voldy without second thoughts. she wanted to and she was going to do it, but she had sisters she loved and has been hurt in her life and theres just NUANCE !!!!!!!!

song i associate with them

[warren-cold]

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.” - Walter Scott, Marmion

May 24th, 2023

Julieta Jimenez lay sound asleep, her head resting against Warren’s bare chest, her arm draped across him to keep him close. It was three in the morning, but Warren lay wide awake, his eyes fixed on the dark ceiling of the room they were in. This was Julieta’s home, a place meant only for her, but he couldn’t help thinking someone would suddenly burst through the door.

It was a constant battle in his heart and mind. He knew he could not love the woman in his arms yet here he was, pretending he could. He needed to, all for the sake of going home yet this thought didn’t make the task easier. It was becoming more difficult to feign his affection for her. The hatred that was growing within him was threatening to bubble to the surface. The more he got to know her, the more he was repulsed by her.

At first, he had believed she was just a pawn to her brother, a victim with no way out but he now knew the truth. She wanted to help her brother with the madness he created. Julieta alone could easily abduct young girls mid-day without drawing attention. It was easy for her to do. She even bragged about it.

Warren could often taste the bile in his mouth. He choked it down and closed his eyes momentarily, sighing heavily,

Julieta stirred in his embrace but did not open her eyes. “Amor, what’s wrong?” she mumbled in her sleep, her nails delicately skating across his skin.

“Just a bad dream. I dreamt I had lost you to someone else,” Warren lied easily, speaking in a soft voice to her.

This caused Julieta to open her eyes, lifting her head so she could look at him, even though the darkness. “That would never happen. I love you. I promise, you have nothing to worry about,” she told him, leaning closer so she could place a kiss beneath his jawline.

Warren nodded, hooking her chin with his finger to tilt her head up. He kissed her lips lightly then her cheek. “I love you too,” he told her gently.

Julieta groaned happily, nestling closer against Warren. “Amor, I want to know everything about your life. We’ve been together a while now and you still haven’t introduced me to your friend,” she said, perking her head up so she could look at him.

“Who? Brad?” Warren asked, referring to Adriel.

Julieta nodded. “Yes, him. He’s handsome and I have a few cousins who would love to get to know him, you know?”

“Ah, well Brad. He’s…a widow. He lost his wife a year or so ago and he’s sworn off love. She was his soulmate so I don’t think he would be interested in your cousins, as beautiful as they may be,” Warren explained.

“Oh. How did she die?”

“A fire broke out in their apartment. He couldn’t get to her in time,” said Warren, sighing softly and glancing at her.

“That’s so sad. I’m sorry to hear that,” Julieta said, pausing. “But I would still like to get to know him. Invite him out. My brother is throwing a party on one of his yachts. You two should come so that way, I can finally introduce you to my brother. You will love him.”

“I’m finally meeting him? About time. I was beginning to think you were keeping our relationship a secret,” Warren teased her, nipping at her neck.

This made Julieta squeal, her hands squeezing Warren. “Not a secret, amor, no. It’s just that…I don’t just bring anyone to meet my brother. I must be sure I can trust whoever I’m bringing to my brother,” she explained, sitting up so she could stretch out.

Warren watched as the sheets slipped from her bare body, exposing her naked flesh to him. He instinctively reached for her, his hand grasping her hip to urge her back to him. “So you trust me?” he asked.

“With my life, amor and I’ve never been wrong,” Julieta stated confidently. This caused Warren to smirk.

“I look forward to meeting him then. We’re taking the next step in our relationship. This means a lot to me,” he said, eyeing her.

“Me too, amor. So, it’s settled then? You will talk to Brad about the yacht party and I’ll see you both later today?” she asked.

“I’ll talk with him and let you know but I’m sure it’ll be a yes. I can be pretty convincing and it’s what you want so what you want is what you’ll get,” he replied.

“Good answer,” she said, laying back down next to Warren and pressing a kiss to his chest before closing her eyes so she could attempt to fall back asleep.

Warren stared up at the ceiling long after she had fallen asleep. They were going to meet their target in less than 12 hours.

[lodgeofeilhart]

Hiyaaa, have you seen the Banished with Myanna? There is a scene in the first episodes where she gets badly whipped and an idea popped in my mind, what if in the 2nd season of the Witcher the Brotherhood decided that Yennefer's punishment for using the fire magic should be 10 hits? Buttt! Tissaia makes a deal with Stragebor not to get Yen involved so Tissaia would get punished for her? And later Yennefer finds Tissaia lying on her bed with her back bleeding, Yen is in shock and is quickly is there to patch and heal Tissaia and after she stays with her. However Tissaia feels really weak and wants to Yen to leave because of her state but Yennefer refuses and they argue and it slips from Tissaia's mouth that she loves Yen so much that she'll bleed for her? And finally Yennefer realizes that those hits where meant for her and she can't hold the sob and starts crying. Finally fluff and them holding each other together... Is there any chance you can write this one shot please🙏🏻

Hi!! :) I wasn't planning on doing requests, but I actually liked your idea. I've never seen the movie Banished, but I'm curious; I'd probably skip the whipping scene as I cannot bear to watch her hurt/suffer. That's why the ending of The Witcher season 3 never happened; I mean, whoever says it did, saw the wrong ending! 😂

I truly hope you love this little one-shot. Thank you for considering and asking me to write it. It's absolutely heart-warming, and I appreciate it immensely. ❤️

“Yennefer of Vengerberg must be reprimanded for using fire magic,” Stregobor yells without hesitation. All the other members of the brotherhood turn to him with questioning stares; however, Tissaia, her eyes burning with utmost rage as she glared at the man.

“So you mean to reprimand her, even though she saved us?” Tissaia huffs in disbelief. The stares and glares she's receiving from her fellow chapter members are the exact opposite of what she had hoped she'd receive. "She saved us―” she calls out desperately.

“She is to be treated as any who do not abide by the rules; fire magic is prohibited.” 

“What do you suppose we do, Stregobor,” Vilgevortz asks, and Tissaia’s eyes dart at him. Were they really considering this?

“I believe ten hits with a whip should be―”

“You must be joking!” Tissaia scoffs, “We are resorting to corporal punishment now? Yennefer of Vengerberg bought us some time against Nilfgaard, and you wish to whip her? Is this something you derive pleasure from? Seeing a woman bent over for you?” Her mocking words cause Stregobor's face to turn bright red with fury.

“All in favor, say aye.” Except for Tissaia, Vilgevortz, and Artorius, the other brotherhood members all said “Aye!” in unison. Tissaia was shocked while looking around the room,

“Whip me!” She exclaimed without a second thought,

“Excuse me?” Stregobor inquires, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

“You heard me; I said whip me. Not her.”

“It never ceases to amaze me how far you will go for your pet, Tissaia. I have no objections; you will follow me and suffer her punishment.”

****

Stregobor seemed to revel in the fact that Tissaia's back was covered in lacerations, yet she refused to show him any sign of distress. No amount of pain or suffering could cause her to cry, scream, or allow a single tear to drop. She refused to give this perverted, degenerate of a man satisfaction of seeing her breaking down. 

Each strike was delivered with exact precision, as if he had wanted to hit the same exact spot twice, intensifying the pain for the older woman. Her breaths were short and shallow; at least he was at seven hits with only three more to go. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, jaw clenched. 

Gripping the desk tightly, her knuckles turned white; all she could think about was Yennefer. How much she loved her and how she would do anything to keep her safe from any type of harm. She could feel the droplets of blood running down her back as Stegobor's whip hit her one last time. 

As he moved to stand beside Tissaia, the man placed the whip down on the desk in front of her. His eyes swept across her face, “I hope she’s worth it.”

****

"Tissaia?" Yennefer rapped on the Rectoress's door, her curiosity getting the better of her. Not having seen the older woman at dinner, she felt obligated to check in with the woman. "Are you there, Tissaia?"

'Where in the world are you?' Yennefer muttered angrily to herself, pounding her fist against the door. When still no answer came, the raven-haired sorceress flicked her wrist, and the door unlocked. 

When her hand met the door nob, she turned it slightly to the right, and the door screeched as she pushed it opened slightly, causing the sorceress to wince. She peered through the small opening, and Yennefer surveyed the older woman's quarters before stepping inside. "Tissaia?" she called out, her voice echoing through the room.

“Yennefer…” Tissaia's voice was faint as she spoke her name, and Yennefer instantly shifted her gaze to the bed. Tissaia was lying face down with her back completely exposed, bloody, and mangled from the wounds.

The raven-haired sorceress rushed to the woman’s side, her heart pounding against her chest. What in the gods had happened? “Tissaia?” she called, her voice shaking. Her hands trembled; however, they immediately hovered above the older woman's wounds in order to heal them. She'd never been an expert in healing spells, but it didn't matter; all that mattered was getting Tissaia's lacerations healed. The last thing the older woman needed was an infection.

The gashes healed after several minutes, and Tissaia turned to her side. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Tissaia, what happened? Who did this to you?” The older woman struggled to keep her eyes open, and when Yennefer moved herself onto the bed beside her, Tissaia objected immediately. “I am not a child, Yennefer; I don’t need to be coddled,” The older woman snaps. Feeling humiliated to have been so exposed in such a degrading way to the raven-haired sorceress. “Thank you for healing me, but you can go―”

“Like hell, I’m leaving. Tell me who did this to you!” Yennefer declared firmly, 

“Why, why do you care, Yennefer? You’ll be leaving soon anyways, off to find your lover, the Witcher,” Tissaia spat out her words like venom as they left her mouth, and Yennefer couldn't help but flinch.

“Why are you upset at me?” The sorceress asks calmly, “I only wish to know who did this to you and why,” 

“I do not wish to tell you, Yennefer, now please, just go!”

“No!” Yennefer shouts, and this time, it’s Tissaia’s turn to flinch, “You say you’re not a child, so stop acting like one―”

“Stregobor! Stregobor is to blame for this! Because I would rather suffer a thousand harsh beatings until there's no more skin left on my back and bleed out than let anything happen to you.”

“What?” Yennefer’s eyes water as they dart between Tissaia’s 

Tissaia whispers in a low voice, full of emotion, as tears slide down her face. "I would do anything for you," 

“Move,” Yennefer says, and Tissaia doesn't have the energy to fight. When she did, Yennefer moved under the blankets, and Tissaia complied when motioned for her to come closer. She nestled her face comfortably, lying gently on Yennefer's chest.

“He whipped you?” 

“Yes,”

“And this was meant for me?”

“Yennefer,” Tissaia sighs,

“Was it?” 

“Yes,” Was all the woman said. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough of an answer, and Yennefer slightly shifts in order to look down at the older woman. When Tissaia exhales an exasperated breath, she moves into a sitting position beside Yennefer. “He called a meeting, saying you needed to be punished for using fire magic. When the vote came, all except for three voted in agreement, and you were to be whipped ten times.” Yennefer’s eyes widen. “I took your place―”

“Why?” 

“Because, as I said, I would rather suffer a thousand―”

“Tissaia, why?” The raven-haired sorceress demands. 

“Because I love you.” She whispered, “I always have, I know you don’t feel the same, and I’ve accepted that―”

The next thing Tissaia felt were Yennefer's lips against her own, and Tissaia was unable to stop; she returned the kiss with an intense passion, and when Yennefer's tongue slid across Tissaia's lower lip, demanding entrance, Tissaia immediately obliged. The raven-haired sorceress didn't waste any time teasing her; she slipped the tip of her tongue inside Tissaia's awaiting mouth. As if in reply, Tissaia allowed Yennefer deeper access to explore further inside what very soon turned into an even more passionate kiss, both women gasping for breath.

Yennefer's tongue caressed Tissaia's hungrily, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from the older woman. But suddenly, Tissaia pulled back and shook her head, “Stop, wait,” Yennefer immediately ceased her movements and stared at Tissaia with concern. "I cannot continue this― I won't let myself be hurt by your leaving again; I will not!"

“Tissaia, all I ever wanted was you; you’re everything to me.” The raven-haired sorceress said before wrapping her arms around Tissaia in a tight embrace. “I’m not going anywhere.” She finally whispered as they both laid back down. Yennefer held Tissaia in her arms for a long while, offering her the love and affection they had each so desperately yearned for.

[aquarian-queen]

My thoughts about 8x08 “Iron Tiger” Under the cut: it’s a bit long and I tried to add all my thoughts on what I remember.

The writers: playing on our nostalgia and it’s working

I think because the writers are focusing on nostalgia and the past NOW that yeah it's nice but also these retcons just make it feel so empty and on surface level. Some things were bs and made no sense. It’s like the writers are trying to prove, see we did watch S3 (which is overall praised) but then they bend it to make Troy this bad guy but also not because he has a kid now so it’s more complicated than that. But I have seen that in general those that liked S3 liked that for example Luciana had a bigger role, she reunited with Daniel, but also the callback to earlier seasons. But even addressing things like Charlie killing Nick and Madison’s reaction to it.

The OG gang reunion

Also, the reunion between Madison and Luciana... wtf was that? Or between Daniel and Luciana and the others. I don’t know, the whole gang is together, but it didn’t feel as emotional? Also Kim’s acting (no comment) but whoever liked it. Glad you did.

Jeremiah Otto: I don’t give a shit about my old man

The mention of Troy not giving a shit about his father. Like, can we acknowledge that Troy has a complex relationship with Jeremiah? He cried for him, while Jake just looked by staring in shock, and yes Troy did cal; him a drunk. I think at that point he was confused, angry, sad, and everything in between so his feelings are multifaceted. Now, we can say he got over it after all these years, but we as the audience have to fill in that gap.

Tracy: Troy’s daughter

Now about his daughter being named after his mother. PHEW. I know Troy has mommy issues, but just NO. Again, it’s like the writers are like, look at how we can tie this S3 fact to the current storyline without making that deep dive. I know I am giving them too much credit, but still. I can demand that. Ya’ll are the writers and directors. In what world would Troy name his daughter after the woman who was supposed to love him but still didn’t when he was the only one who took care of her and was still hated. We know his mental state is peculiar, but WHY. Even Madison taunted him with is mother and Troy was ready to slit her throat (also because she was just taunting him and undermining his authority) for it. In what world would this make sense? I did love how Troy went from dark, ruthless leader to worried and frantic father in a flash. I am curious how Troy raised her. He was raised pretty militant so I wonder what he took from his childhood. Tracy snuck out to see a tanker truck cause she’d never seen one before, so she’s probably aso been raised sheltered? I mean, the kids were kept in separate safer place in the hotel and also Troy kept infected in cages. Just to spite Madison though, lol.

Troy’s wife / Tracy’s mother

Troy and his supposed SO. I’ve given it some thought. I knew they were going to go this route when it was revealed his daughter was named Tracy. Do I like it? I’m still 50/50 on it. We might or might not get more or she will just be a nameless phantom. Either way, I would not feel any type of way about it if I am being honest. I agree with the fanfic type, because I think most of us who write for Troy and go by S3 canon in some way and wanted him to live had this in mind. And also a lady being his saving grace and making him this better man (a lot of guesses) or she could have been the same as him? But then why would she save a strange man drifting in some water after the Dam exploded. But yes, I do agree it’s a gap with the Troy we got in S3 knowing what we know, but it could’ve been a slow burn guys and given that we got 2nd chances hammered into us in 8B that’s what we have to take from it. It’s up to us to fill in those gaps more so because we have like 3 episode with Troy left (since the next on is focused on Dwight and Sherry and their codependent relationship). If she will remain nameless and faceless more for us to fill in.

Troy and Madison

I liked their dynamic and how they played the game and Daniel and Kim together is electric. I did cringe at certain things like her not being out of breath fighting his ass surrounded by smoke and who knows what. It’s so convenient. I do wonder what we will get. From spoilers these two will work together to save Tracy from Padre. So either Madison sacrifices herself to save that little girl so Troy can get his happy ending with his daughter?

Troy and Alicia

I don’t think Troy is lying about this? Troy’s daughter makes a comment that she saw Alicia in the horde. I know people have this hope that she is coming back or secretly filmed something. I hope we get that question and Madison puts her down. I do wonder if in the same episode where we get Troy and Madison working together, he will share more details about Alicia’s last moments no matter how bad or villain-like they made it.

Other thoughts:

Daniel and Troy’s back and forth is hilarious. Him threatening Troy and Troy just looking at him right, alright old man. But Ruben Blades said Daniel would something big in the finale… if they kill Troy that’d be the biggest cop out Strand… what is his role? I feel it’s played out Sherry and June going to ask Dwight for backup against Troy I liked the Trick friendship mention and Troy being sad about it Charlie’s death. I wasn’t as attached to her, but the actress did a good job knowing the shit she’s been getting by fans since she killed Nick. I thought its sad they brought her back to kill her again to simply drive Madison and Daniel’s story and vengeance against Troy

[yandere-fics]

I got stuck on occultist darling btw. No regrets for summoning Kassien.

A serial killer was on the loose and you were terrified. Unlike the other one, this one didn’t go after only the rich, they went after those who wouldn’t really be missed. You knew it was only a matter of time before they went after you, and you certainly didn’t want to be caught unprepared. You could probably guess that the killer might be a human, especially as they didn’t go after supernaturals or mated humans, so all you needed was someone or something to play the role without getting fucked over and into debt in the process.

You had originally been quite interested in the occult in previous years, having studied and researched different summoning techniques and the components required in all of them. Maybe, just maybe you could summon and make a contract, just a temporary one with a demon. You would only need them to stay close to you for a week, and you were willing to pay any price to get some peace of mind. A mid ranked demon would likely be the best choice, strong enough to protect you, and if you were lucky, they wouldn’t have found their mate yet which would mean they probably wouldn’t kill you.

You had to search your bookshelves quite carefully for the tomes you were looking for, making sure they all matched up with each other for the ritual you were preparing. The ingredients and materials were going to be much tougher to collect. The right goblet to let your blood flow into, the right candles all set up correctly in the right place, lit up in the correct order. You had to make a list before you went out, if you didn’t you’d quite likely forget something, and then you’d truly be fucked. Your corpse just another body on the news because you fucked up the ritual.

You had to double and triple check what you needed, you already had your blood which would be the most important, though the fact that the tomes stated it MUST be the blood of the summoner and ONLY the summoner was quite odd. You had headed to the occult store first, as they would have the rare ingredients you’d needed. Bone dust, a goblet meant to match your aura, a ritual dagger, summoning chalk, and hell candles. The woman at the front desk could only smile when she saw you, as you had been her most loyal and frequent customer, even discussing the occult at times.

“I need something from you elder. Do you have any bone dust, hell candles and-” she had a shocked expression as she shushed you, causing you to fall silent. “I knew you’d eventually come to me one day for such things, though I’m more surprised it took you this long dearie.” She spoke with a soft parental tone as she pulled out a box and handed it to you, “I need only check your palm first before you can have the goblet.” You couldn’t nod fast enough as you held out your hand to her and she went into the back of the store before coming back with a silver gauntlet, bejeweled with red and gold gems.

“Here you are dearie, its on the house. Do be careful with all of it and perform the ritual carefully. And please do stop by with whoever you summon, I’m sure they’ll want to thank me for my help.” You looked at her, confused for a moment as you took the goblet and placed it in the box with the rest of the stuff. You had no clue what she was talking about, especially since you didn’t have the luxury to ask her. You had to hurry to the next shop so you could get more materials before night came.

A candle holder for yourself, and a candelabra for the top most point. You also couldn’t forget the ink which you’d need to mark your body in runes. You had never truly understood the ritual, likely because you never had to perform it. When you finally looked inside the box, there wasn’t just the equipment and materials you needed, there was also a set of instructions. Instructions on which runes were for the summoning circle and in which order they had to be made, starting from the top. You wanted to question what ritual exactly you were pulling off, but it didn’t matter at this point.

You never knew how intricate and complexly detailed the ritual was actually going to be, but now that you were doing it, you knew how careful you had to be. You knew that the slightest twitch, the smallest sneeze, would likely mess up everything. You couldn’t allow that, so you moved slowly and carefully with the chalk, taking your time making every single rune in the summoning circle. It all needed to be perfect, it all needed to be done properly so that you’d get your demon, and that they’d be hopefully willing.

After the summoning circle came the candle placements, each one had to be placed exactly at the point they were needed, and the goblet had to perfectly be in the centre. You carefully mixed the bone dust and ink, preparing it before you had to eventually mark yourself, groaning all the way through. “I think I’m starting to understand why these rituals are a one and done thing, they’re complex, tedious, and long.” Talking to nothing felt helpful, it relieved your frustrations while reminding you to be thorough.

You went over the instructions in your head multiple times, the words you’d have to speak and their pronunciations. You closed off your apartment to the entire outside world, the blinds pulled shut, your door locked tight. You lit the candles and they had an intoxicating scent, one that made you feel comforted and safe. You stripped naked so that you could slowly etch every rune onto your body with the ink, and you absolutely had to start with your legs before moving up to your chest and arms. The next step, you absolutely weren’t looking forward to.

You grabbed the candle holder, its singular candle waiting as you lit it. “Pour the melted wax over your heart and fear nothing, for your dedication and devotion shall be rewarded.” You sighed, slowly pouring it over your heart, and personally drawing a heart shape with it, though the odd thing was that the wax didn’t burn. Sure it felt warm, but it also felt like a hug or a kiss on the neck, a lover’s embrace even. You placed the candle on the nearby table and sighed, now was the final part, the incantations and the offering of your blood.

You took your time to prepare yourself mentally for this last part, there would be a price to pay, and for your safety you felt no price was too high. You’d give them whatever they asked for, no matter what. You began to carefully speak the incantations one by one, both arms outstretched as you gripped the blade in your right hand. You clenched your eyes shut for a moment before opening them as you cut your palm, letting your blood spill into the goblet as you spoke the final incantation.

A red light enveloped the circle as you fell back in pain and agony, watching as both the runes on your skin became a part of your flesh, and as a demon appeared shrouded in smoke before you. Her entrance was awe inspiring as her wings unfurled to dissipate the smoke, she looked massive before you, powerful even, like nothing could defeat her.

“Oh, Lovely, let me pick you up and take you to bed.” You couldn’t see her face properly, but as you felt her touch, it was beyond euphoric, you just wished you could speak to her.

She set you down on your bed and you finally got to see her golden eyes, reminding you of the gold jewels in the goblet. “Just stay here, Lovely, let Daddy take care of you.” You watched as she smiled, a hint of smugness at your currently helpless form and - wait - did she call herself Daddy? As soon as her touch left your skin, you couldn’t help but feel an emptiness in your chest, causing you to whimper, but it was filled up with warmth and comfort as she kissed your forehead. “Daddy has something she needs to do, but don’t worry Sweetling, Daddy will be back, promise.” And with that, she left you alone in your bedroom to wait for her return.

You had no clue how long it had been, you remember it had been 9PM when you started the ritual. Looking at the clock, you saw it was now 9:10. How long had you been left alone? Where did she run off to? You were terrified until you heard someone entering. “Lovely, Daddy’s back, I just had to remove someone who wanted to hurt you.” She had returned and kept her promise. Your body moved without a second thought as you rushed to her as she was locking up, embracing her. “Did you really miss Daddy that much? Don’t worry Lovely, Daddy is more than happy to fulfill your need for touch.”

She had brought you back to your bed, carrying you in her arms, and you couldn’t help but feel safe even if she was covered in blood. She set you down and joined you in bed, wrapping her arms and wings around you. “I was hoping you’d eventually perform the mate summoning ritual, but I wasn’t expecting it to be when you were in danger, Lovely.” Wait what? What mate summoning ritual? You could only look at her in confusion as you enjoyed her hold on you. “Did you not know that this ritual is meant to summon your soulmate if they’re a demon?” You could only shake your head.

“Thats fine Lovely, Daddy’s here for you now, you never have to worry again.” You gave a nod, nuzzling into her as you began to notice she smelled just like the candles, giving off the same warmth as the wax. Everything came crashing into your mind as to the full truth of the ritual. It wasn’t just to summon your soulmate, it was to make you feel and smell them. To prepare you for when they arrived, to make you theirs eternally, and now you had your mate, and you really didn’t want to be rid of her ever.

Sign me up for the ritual lmao.

[peach-the-owl]

First post of NPC month! Woooooo!!! Let’s hope I can keep the ball rolling 😅

Hunger

Avantica & Child!Reader

For anyone familiar with the Little Nightmares games, reader is somewhat similar to Six from the first game

Ability gained: +1 to Strength

Fire spread fast across the village, you paid little mind to the distant screams while you stare down the parasite that thought it a good idea to cross you… well more like former parasite, as the man’s corpse still stares at you with terror in its dulled eyes while you wiped the blood off your mouth. You weren’t the cause of the fire, as much as you would’ve liked to, no, someone else decided to cause havoc to the village and you were sure you’d take advantage of the opportunity. A shadow looms behind you, slowly you turn to face its owner, not a shred of fear present on your face.

“My my, well aren’t you just the savage little monster.” The woman smirks at you.

“I’m not a monster,” you state blankly, “I’m a kid.”

“No child I’ve ever seen can rip a mans throat out with their teeth so easily.” She points out before adding. “Nor has anyone ever been so calm in my presents. Do I not scare you?” You raise an eyebrow at this.

“Should I be?” You answer her question with your own. Her smirk only grows at this.

“I think you and I are going to get along real nicely…”

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You did what you do best below deck, pest control, chasing down any pests and reaching into the smaller nooks and crannies to get at them. It was easy work for you by now, having been stuck with Avantica for about a year and half now, going along with her delusions of power. You didn’t care much for the patron she worshiped, this Uk’otoa creature not really striking your interest despite her obsessive ramblings over it, sure you’ve been play along, but that doesn’t mean you had to like it. The cellar door opens and several sets of footsteps are heard making their way down, you hear Avantica’s voice amongst them and you knew what this meant, she wanted to make an example to whoever these, possibly newcomers were. You’re theory that they were newcomers was proven correct, you’ve never seen a group so colourful and odd before, but curious of them as you were you sat back and waited for your cue, perfect timing too as that familiar gnawing in your gut makes itself known.

“If I may be so kind to ask, why bring us down here?” The half-orc questions

“Some have come to me with… ill intent. I wish to show that I myself, as well as my crew are not people to be trifled with.” Avantica explains, giving you the small signal to make yourself known. You step forward, close enough so this group could see you but keep enough distance away from them to stay out of their reach. You stare them all down, taking in the shocked expressions, sizing each of them up. The blue one steps towards you, her first mistake.

“Oh my gosh, hi! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She asks, looking at you concerned, she misjudges and underestimates you, her second mistake.

“I’m hungry…” You say blankly, noticing the goblin stepping closer as well.

“Here! It’s a bit crumbly, but I have this pastry you can eat.” She says cheerily reaching towards you, her third and biggest mistake.

“That won’t be good enough.” You say, tone never shifting away from being emotionless. “You’ll do just fine.” She barely processes what you said before you bite into her shoulder, she screams in shock and pain the others with her prying you off of her, but not before you rip off a decent piece of her flesh. The tiefling stumbles back, clutching at where you bit her, a look of horror on her face as you stare back at her while swallowing the fresh meat, wiping some blood away with your wrist. There’s a surge of energy that courses through you then out of you, you look yourself over for a second before looking beside you at the darkened and slightly unstable silhouette of yourself, guess with a lack of a deity this new ability couldn’t reach its fullest potential, not that you cared so long as it still does it’s job.

“What did I tell you,” Avantica laughs, “not to be trifled with.”

Ability gained: Invoke Duplicity

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Evening approached which meant you were free to roam the ship without the crew getting in the way, though with the gnawing coming back, this being the fastest it’s ever re-emerged, you wished at least one forgetful soul stuck around. But then again you had some new treats, and a new skill, to play with…

The ship creaked as it swayed with the waves, the eerie silence otherwise didn’t sit well with Beau as she sits up from her sleeping area and surveys the room. Something about the atmosphere felt off as she gets up, the floor boards creaking under her as she shifts and moves around. She carefully steps as quietly as possible to the door, poking her head out into the hall, where upon sensing no immediate danger she fully steps out of the room. The boat sways subtly against the waves almost like it’s trying to lull her back to sleep, the harsh creak of the floorboards pulling out of such a mindset. To her left the hall was dark and empty, to her right what little moonlight shone down the hall was partially blocked by a figure standing as still as a statue.

“Damn kid…” Beau mutters under her breath, wanting nothing to do with whatever they were doing. She stares at the silhouette feeling them stare back at her. “What do you want, you little freak.” She hisses through clenched teeth, that’s when you let your little illusion drop, the duplicate’s silhouette shattering into pieces as you approach.

“I’m not a freak,” you say, as monotonous as ever, “I’m worse.” You manage to step back and avoid the strike Beau throws, using the moment to grab her arm and bite into it. She shouts in pain, reeling her arm away from you and quickly clutching tightly to the wound, but you already got what you needed, feeling a surge of energy rush through you, jabbing it out at her sending her to her knees. You disappear into the darkness down the hall as the others from her group stir to investigate.

Ability gained: Stunning Strike

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“How lucky you are.” Avantica chuckles ominously. “You finally get to relieve your sea legs for a bit.” She was, of course, referring to your mission on Urukayxl. You knew the only reason she even wanted you there was to gain power for her advantage, at least that’s how she worded it. She was never one to tiptoe around her true intentions with you, your purpose, the reason she decided to keep you alive was solely to benefit herself, and you fully knew about it. On the other hand, you yourself had secret intentions you kept quiet about, just waiting patiently for the perfect moment, and if you were being honest, since the arrival of this Mighty Nein group you’ve felt that perfect moment drawing closer and closer.

“Can’t wait to get started.” You say as blandly as ever.

“Good. Now why don’t you go inform our new recruits we’ll be arriving soon.” You nod and turn to make your leave. “One more thing,” she quickly adds, “while you’re at it, if you could tell their ‘captain’ I’d like word with him.” Again, you nod in acknowledgement and leave her quarters to find said group…

“How exactly do we plan on dealing with that psycho child around?” Beau paces the room, unconsciously touching the scar you’d left her.

“With Avantica watching us like a hawk, can’t say there’s much we can do.” Fjord sighs, glancing over at Jester who, while was doing better, still shivered at the thought of their first encounter with you. “We’ll just need to tread carefully.”

“Who’s treading carefully?” You ask suddenly appearing behind him, causing the half-orc to jump away from you with a yelp of surprise. You look at him unfazed. “You’re not planning against the captain, are you?” You give a slight tilt to your head in minor curiosity.

“W-what? No! We were just saying how it’s best to tread carefully… around the crew. You know, s-so we don’t get in anyone’s way. Right guys?” They mumble rather unconvincing responses but you could honestly care less what they were doing.

“Captain says we’ll be arriving soon, and for captain Tusktooth to see her.” You deliver the message and leave before any of them have a chance to respond. You make your way down the hall when you hear someone approach from behind making you pause to turn towards them. “Can I h help you?” You stare down the goblin woman.

“I got my eye on you, kid. So you best watch your back if you try hurting anymore of my friends.” She threatens, you simply give her a hollow stare.

“Okay.” You start, a familiar gnawing beginning to form, it has been a few day since your last… episode. She turns to leave, her mistake. “Maybe you should be more concerned watching your own back.” She whips around at this but you’ve already disappeared from your original position, watching as the goblin panics while looking every which way. You felt the gnawing grow ever so slightly but held off on the urge, you’d have your chance soon. Urukayxl was going to be quite the interesting trip…

Haha! Cliffhanger! I’m so evil 😈 In all seriousness I will, eventually, get to making a part 2. Anyways, hope you still enjoyed, let me know what you think 😁