#till death do us apart ahh moment

[rafayelbiter]

it is almost 6AM now

im currently in a very philosophical. self-reflecting state. ive concluded tht im so down bad for caleb i want him to wrap his mechanical arm around me and hold me real close and tight (i want him to put me in a headlock and break my neck even if it results in immediate death)

this is rafayelbiter. signing off. goodnighr linkon city

[thebangtancloud]

Ahh okay so after much consideration and thought... This is what I came up with, Felix with 15, 27, 31?? I tried to choose some prompts that were similar so that it's easier to form a story with them?? I hope these work together, and can it be Angst to fluff?? While I am a sucker for angst, I can't handle it without fluff... Especially when it's bokkie... It's okay if you want to do it in your style tho and you can totally skip this request!! (I am sending more (╥﹏╥) I am just desperate I am soo sorry)

Sunshine in the Rain ~ Lee Felix

"I miss you." + "Let me kiss you for the last time." + "I love you."

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of disease, death.

Summary: Till death do us apart, they said. But no one warned Felix of the pain that would soon knock at his door when death did its part.

💔

A/n: My love, I know...I KNOW you asked for angst to fluff, but, but 😭 I just couldn't! This idea has been inside of my head for the longest time, and the prompts that you chose were just perfect for this :( I will, I promise, I will write another angst to fluff for you in the near future. For now, I'll leave a small box of tissues at the end of the story for you🥲

There was just something about the way the sun had begun to set that didn't feel right. Maybe it was the drop in the atmosphere that made him look out of the window through which he could see a glimpse of the fiery yellow ball of heat slowly moving it's way to hide behind the clouds.

Maybe it was the way the room suddenly got all too silent once the nurse left and let the door shut gently with a soft click.

Or maybe it was the way he felt your grip loosen on his hand as he sat right beside your bed.

"Darling?"

He watched you take longer than usual for your eyes to open and look across at him, a tug at his heart making him tighten his grip on you.

"Feelin' okay?"

The continuous beep of the machine that was hooked to your fragile form was all that he got in response.

"Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong. Should I call the doctor?"

You managed to shake your head, a sad, pained smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

"Felix-"

"Baby, don't call me that," he frowned, the chair screeching when he stood up to come and lay beside you on the bed.

"You never call me by my name."

He positioned himself so that he was laying behind you, a careful hand holding onto yours as he snuggled closer to you.

"You never call me Felix."

"Sunshine," you hummed softly when he placed the softest kiss to the tiny bit of bare skin that his lips could reach.

"Why is it getting dark?"

"Shall I turn on the night lamp?" he suggested, waiting patiently for a response from you to avoid any unnecessary movements.

"Why is the sky getting dark?" you wondered cluelessly, your voice having a bit of a slur to it.

"It's nearly eight, sweetheart," Felix explained with a soft smile, moving his lips back to the place it had been a few moments ago. "Do you not want it that way?"

"I don't want it to become night," he heard you say after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"You should get some good sleep-"

"I love you, Felix."

The man froze completely, his blood running cold.

"I love you the most."

With tears that welled up in his eyes, Felix pulled you impossibly closer.

"Baby, don't say it like that," he whispered fearfully. "Don't tell me you love me like it's the last time you'll ever say it."

You fell silent after he said that, a strong sense of fear inviting a sudden pain into your chest. He felt your grip on his hand tighten, a tiny sob escaping his throat when you helplessly winced in pain.

"Darling, what can I do for you? Please tell me, I can't lose you right now. Not yet. We still have so much more to go, we still have so many more places to visit, so many more dreams to fulfil."

Your eyes remained on the last bit of the sun that you could see from the window, the faintest shade of yellow painting the walls of the hospital room with so much of sadness.

"I'm tired, sunshine."

Felix gave himself a solid minute to control his emotions, suddenly understanding that this was so much more difficult for you than it was for him.

"I don't think I have the strength to do all of that anymore."

"That's alright," Felix nodded against your shoulder. "That's perfectly alright. We don't have to do any of that. I'm right here with you. Just you, and me. Nothing else."

A deep sigh pulled itself out of you, taking at least three-fourth of your energy along with it.

"Remember the day we first met?"

The memory of the brightest smile he had ever seen on your face the day he first saw you made Felix hum in satisfaction, grateful for at least the smallest distraction from the pain that he knew was racing towards the both of you.

"You looked stunning that day, my love," he mumbled against your shoulder, crossing both of his arms across your chest and enclosing you in his loving embrace. "You were wearing the prettiest yellow dress."

"Yellow always reminds me of you," you murmured, letting your eyelids flutter shut tiredly. "The sun reminds me of you."

"Does it?" Felix hoped you couldn't feel the teardrop that had slowly trickled down the side of his cheek.

"But the sun is setting, and it doesn't feel good."

Felix understood what you meant by that. He squeezed you a little tighter this time, feeling a sudden sense of nausea crawl up his throat.

"I'm right here with you."

"Sunshine," he felt you shift, loosening his grip on you so that you could turn to face him.

"Let me kiss you for the last time."

"You're not going anywhere," he argued with a frown, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "You're going to be fine."

Felix could feel every part of him breaking, knowing that even though he voiced out his desire, there might not be a way for that to become reality.

You looked exhausted as you lay in his arms. The life in your hair had disappeared. Your eyelids looked heavier than the dark clouds that were pulling in, but Felix took his time to admire your beauty. He glanced down at your lips that looked painfully dry and cracked, letting himself bend until his mouth rested over yours delicately.

"I love you," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you a few more times until he heard another sigh come from deep within you. "I love you so much."

"How much?"

He let you find a comfortable position to rest in, his jaw adjusting to lean against the top of your head when you moved further into his embrace.

"I love you more than life itself."

"-more."

"I loved you from the moment I first saw you."

Felix shuddered, reminding himself to relax his shoulders and focus on you instead of the weight that was laying heavy on him.

"Channie hyung and I were out to buy a few hoodies, I've told you this a hundred times but I still never get tired of it. I saw you there, in one of the aisles, wearing this pretty sundress. Your friend was clicking a picture of you and you were smiling so brightly, and that's what made me lose my breath for a second. I never thought someone could have that much of an effect on me the first time I saw them."

He felt your head turn slightly, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

"You were smiling at the camera, but suddenly, you looked at me. That eye contact, phew," Felix chuckled lightly at the memory. "I felt like all the air was knocked out of me right then. I didn't even know what to do. Whether to smile back, or wave, or just look away because you obviously caught me staring."

"Yellow," he heard you murmur. Bending closer to the side of your face, he urged you to continue.

"You wore yellow too. That sweater."

"Oh, yes," he nodded with a smile. "I wondered if we were a match made in heaven, at that time. We were matching, and I guess that's something we both have been doing for the longest time. Matching our outfits. Remember the brown and the black?"

"Mhm," you hummed in response.

"You liked the brown jacket so much, and I had brown pants at home. I can't believe we dressed up so much just to go buy chips."

Felix looked down at you when he didn't hear you respond to that. Your eyes were closed, the tiniest hint of a smile remaining on your face as you continued to hold onto his hand.

"Baby," he whispered. "I never got to ask you. Did you end up buying the yellow dress?"

The gentle nod of acknowledgement from you made him sigh out in relief.

"Wedding..." you took in a deep breath and let it out heavily, feeling as though you were running out of energy to continue. "...to wear it at our wedding. On the hill."

Felix wondered how to respond to that, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. Three months ago, Felix had asked you to marry him. You'd only just found out about your diagnosis and with both fear and saddness that had enveloped the two of you, Felix decided to try and make one little dream of yours come true.

"I'm sorry..." you huffed out in exhaustion. "I want to marry you."

"I know, my love," he murmured against the side of your head. "But it's okay. Your health is more important. Getting you your treatment was more important."

"The sun went away, Felix," he heard you whisper dreadfully, your eyes trained on the wall that was now a deep shade of grey with the absence of the golden glow that it once had. "It's gone."

"That's okay," he breathed out heavily, almost mindlessly. "I'm still here. I'm your sunshine."

A deep sense of fear, urgency even, settled upon his chest as he watched you closely, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Will you miss me?" he heard you say, "...when I'm gone?"

It took a lot to just remain still. If he could, Felix would let the sob that he was holding in come flooding out of his chest, but he held it all together for you. He tried. He really tried. But the tremble in his grip on you was evident.

"Felix?"

"Don't call me that," he whispered again, unable to stop the tears from falling. "Please."

"Felix."

"I don't want you to go, please."

"Feli-"

"No!"

His grip on you tightened. He felt you slipping out of his arms, and even though he was mindful of how fragile you were, he couldn't stop the way his arms curled tightly around you. You felt so soft against his chest, and before he knew it, he let go of all the restraints. He allowed himself to break.

"Please don't go."

"Felix, you need to wake up."

With a sudden shock, he stopped voluntarily breathing. Just like that, you were gone. You were not in his arms, he was not holding you anymore. It was just a pillow. Just like every other night.

"It's me, Chris. You were having a bad dream."

"(Y/n)."

Chris sighed sadly, moving across the room as softly as he could, flipping the switch to the light on.

"Felix..." he didn't really know what to say. "She's not here."

"No," Felix breathed out. He shook his head, even though he knew that you were gone. Just like every other night. Just like that night. "She...I saw her. We were talking."

Chris remained silent.

"She...she told me, she asked me..." he tried desperately to remember your last words to him, and as they came back to him, he felt himself tremble with grief.

"She asked me if I will miss her when she's gone."

Chris let his head dip, knowing just how tough this was for Felix, yet being utterly clueless as to how to comfort him.

"(Y/n), my love," Felix gripped the pillow even tighter, pushing his face fully into its softness as his chest burned with each desperate and lonely cry. "I miss you. I miss you so much."

A brief image of you flashed across his eyes, perhaps it was the various colours that he saw when his eyes were screwed shut. He saw you in yellow, white, gold, he couldn't put his finger onto which one it was exactly, but he saw your face. He saw that broad smile and the happiness that always filled his heart with joy whenever he saw you that way. And just like that, it was gone. You were gone, yet again. From every place he chased to just catch a glimpse of the ghost of you, you disappeared. As though you never existed in reality, as though you were just a fragment of his imagination.

You were gone, yet again.

"I miss you."

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{a box of tissues for you if you need one}

Request 11/30 || Stray Kids Masterlist.

[writemekpop]

Lipstick On Your Collar (Part 1) | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Summary: Till death do us part... But what happens when he cheats?  

Genre: Husband!Yuta, Angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Infidelity, Sexual Content, Body Image

Gif: @yuthereal​

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4

“Ten more minutes, then it’s homework time, alright?” you called to your two older sons, eight and four years old. Caught up in their wooden sword fight, they didn’t even look up.

You smoothed your hand over your face, eyes bruised from lack of sleep. Between your banking job and your three kids, sleep was a rare thing.

Just then, you felt a waft of chill air. Yuta strode in through the front door, his feathery black hair in disarray.

“Hey babe,” you called, shoulders relaxing.

Your husband had this calming presence, your island on a rough ocean. Your chest ached for Yuta’s warmth. You hadn’t hugged, kissed… touched in months.

“Hi, Y/n. We need to talk,” Yuta deadpanned.

You picked up your baby daughter Ayumi. She needed her nappy changed. Bad.

“Alright. What’s up?” You placed her on the changing mat, blowing your fringe out of your eyes.

“I mean in private.” You saw that Yuta’s face was stretched and white. A knot curled in your stomach.

“Nappies?” You lifted your hand. He begrudgingly handed them over.

“Y/n. This is serious.” Yuta’s voice quivered like a taut string.

“Can’t you see I’m busy? What is it?” you snapped. You instantly regretted it. Nowadays, you were always on the edge of an explosion.

“Okay. Fine. I’ve… messed up. And I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it, but… it’s happened.”

You bin Ayumi’s old nappy, then pull her into your arms. “Is that all? Look, if you’ve broken something, we have insurance.”

“This isn’t a bloody plate! I’ve- I’ve done something awful.”

“Right. Well done. Anyway, I have to help the kids with their homework.”

“Just look at me, Y/n! I’m trying to fucking tell you something!” Yuta’s yell turned your head.

Yuta’s eyes were red-rimmed and wide, like he was in shock. “I… cheated on you, Y/n. I slept with someone else.”

Your heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Instinctively, you pulled your baby close.

“Who is she?”

“Diya. From the school.”

Your lips went numb. You put Ayumi down in her rocker and started rinsing plates in the sink. “How long?”

“Just once. It was a mistake, I swear… it’s just, she was there, and… I didn’t plan it!”

Your chest folded in on itself. While you were kissing your babies to sleep, Yuta was kissing someone else.

“When was it, Yuta?”

“The… day you… went to stay with your sister.”

You’d never forget that day.

It was a few weeks after Ayumi was born. You couldn’t seem to get out of bed, let alone be a good mother. So you’d escaped… just for a day.

While you were breaking apart, Yuta searched out another woman.

“Where?” You picked up the cutlery, letting the hot water scald your skin.

“Her apartment. We met up after work, and one thing led to another… I swear, that was all.”

Images burned into your mind, like a flashed camera. Yuta’s fingernails scraping the back of her neck, like he did to you. Their naked bodies gyrating, sweaty, the smell of sex saturating everything…

Your throat convulsed in a retch. For a second, it was like a brick was hitting your chest.

Then, everything stopped.

You felt a curtain dropping. You didn’t have time to deal with this. Not now. As quickly as they came, the feelings slowed. Drooped. Vanished.

You looked down. You were clenching a table knife so hard it had drawn blood. You let go.

Everything blurred. You felt like a kid again, staring up at yourself from the bottom of a pool.

Your voice was a croak. “Obviously, we’re not telling the kids. My parents are coming next week – so we can’t tell them either.”

You dried your hands and looked up at Yuta. His mouth was hanging open, like a cartoon character’s. It was almost funny.

You continued speaking, bunging toys into a basket.

“If you want a divorce, tell me now, because we’ll have to borrow money. For tonight, I’ll take the bed, you have the couch.”

“What the hell, Y/n?”

You jolt and look up. “Fine! You can have the bed.”

Yuta grabbed your shoulders, knife-cheekboned and wild. “I don’t care about the fucking bed! I just told you I cheated on you. Why aren’t you mad?”

You stared at his hands on your skin, like you didn’t recognise them. Yuta spotted your gaze, and slowly let go.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I want to fix this. But you need to let me in.”

You looked into his chestnut eyes and frowned. Why was he being so obnoxious?

Slowly, you spelled it out. “You cheated on me. It was with our kids’ tutor, while I was sick. You’re sorry. You won’t do it again. Now can I go and make dinner?”

Yuta blinked. Slowly. Then, he gulped and gave you a slight nod. “Yep.”

You pushed past him, and called out, “Whoever helps mummy with dinner gets ice cream!”

You ushered your eager kids towards the hob. You didn’t look back, but you felt Yuta’s gaze on the back of your head. Stunned.

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You plastered on your brightest smile all throughout dinner, whilst laying out bedding on the couch for yourself, even whilst tucking your children into bed.

Now, you were sitting in your children’s room, with the lights out. You’d just finished reading their bedtime story. They were fast asleep.

Finally, you let the iron screen lift from your heart. Instead of fighting it, you bared the most vulnerable part of yourself.

It was a memory: you were in Paris with Yuta on the first night of your honeymoon. You were in a mid-range Travel Lodge – the best you could afford – with rain pelting at the windows.

You had woken up at 11AM, tangled up with Yuta from your cuddling. You’d talked, worried, agonised about it, but you’d never had sex with him before.

Yuta opened one sleepy eye and felt your body with his hands, as if he was checking if it was there. You tingled with lust to the tips of your toes. Suddenly, you knew the moment was right.

For once, you didn’t care about your tummy that you always tried to hide, you didn’t care about your thighs which rubbed together when you walked.

You didn’t think about anything, except the feeling of Yuta’s slow kisses, the feeling of him inside of you, the feeling of his hands reaching to the very ends of you.

You were in a hazy, golden pool of completeness. As you gasped your worries, apologies, in each other’s ears, you became whole in a way you’d never known before.

Then, the memory shattered. And in its place, before you could stop it, was the image that was burnt into your eyelids.

It played over and over again, the trailer to a movie of your shame. Yuta in her apartment, the thumping of the bedposts, him between her legs, her exclamations of ‘yes!’, that were only echoed by him moaning her name…

You screamed silently into your fist.

You knew the real reason Yuta cheated on you. Whatever excuses he made, it wasn’t a mistake or a drunk one-off.

You grabbed the soft flesh around your waist. This was why. You thought of the nights you’d told him you were too tired, that you weren’t in the mood. That was why.

You couldn’t even blame Yuta. He was only compensating for the fact that his own wife would never be attractive enough, good enough, just enough for him.

The tears rose up your throat, making your head pound and your cheeks stretch with sobs. You wanted nothing more than to drown yourself in these tears, though you knew they wouldn’t wash the pain away.

Then, you caught a grey glimmer in the darkness. Your youngest boy, Nico, was wide awake and watching you with saucer eyes.

“Hey baby… go back to sleep,” you whispered, quickly smoothing away your tears.

“Are you crying, mummy?”

The softness in his gaze was like a punch in the stomach. You choked down another wave of tears. “No, sweetie, I’m fine. Go back to sleep okay?”

Obediently, he closed his eyes. You didn’t deserve such beautiful children.

You were doubled over, silent in the darkness. You pressed your palms into your eyes, so hard they hurt, and forced the tears back.

You couldn’t even make your husband love you.

What hope did you have with your kids?

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Three days had passed since that terrible night.

It was 10PM, and the house was unusually quiet.

You and Yuta were sitting at the far edges of the couch, the Netflix episode you never missed playing on the TV.

Both of you were pretending like nothing had gone wrong.

“So… how was work?” Yuta’s cautious voice broke the silence.

You sighed and shook your head. “Just get me a drink.” You couldn’t be bothered with this charade. But at least you could drown your feelings.

“Are you sure that’s a good-” Yuta began.

“Just get it.”

He returned with a whisky, with two ice cubes. Your heart twisted. “You remembered?”

“How could I forget my wife’s favourite drink?” Yuta gave you a thin smile, and for a second, you forgot to ice him out. You smiled back.  

That was two whiskies ago. Now, the gap between the two of you on the sofa had shrunk.

You were laughing so hard your eyes were teary.

“Do you remember, Y/n? Your shirt was on backwards, my pants were on the other side of the room, we were moaning so loud half the theme park could hear us!”

You dried your eyes, sighing. “I bet we scarred a few kids for life that day…”

Yuta’s lip curled up in a smile that sent your heart racing.

You looked down. Subconsciously, your hand was massaging Yuta’s denim-clad knee. You retracted it.

“God, we really knew how to have fun, didn’t we?” You could barely remember the time before you had your three children. It was rose-coloured.

“I mean, Disneyland was nothing. Remember Taeyong’s attic? The nightclub bathroom? I could go on…”

“Ahh!” You mimed blocking your ears. “There are kids in the house, you know!”

In doing so, you lost your grip on your whisky glass, which was balanced on your knee. Yuta grabbed it before it fell, and his hand was suddenly on your thigh.

He let go, and you cleared your throat.

That was hours back. Now, you were having difficulty sitting straight. You’d lost count of how many whiskies you’d downed.

You grabbed Yuta by the shoulders and shook him. “Look! Let’s just get it out of the way. ASAP, straight, completo. No regrets.”

For the first time in ages, your blood was running warm with more than alcohol. The worn denim of Yuta’s jeans was pulling your gaze southward.

“Get what out of the way? You’re not making sense, Y/n.”

You pulled the pin out of your hair and let it fall over your shoulders. “The big three-letter.”

Yuta looked at you, still bewildered. “What?”

“SEX.”

The glass fell from Yuta’s hand.

To be continued…

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4

[divinefireangel]

au: vampire Hwiyoung x human reader, lovers?

Finally doing this.... ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧ʸᵃʸ

Ok tbh I think I went wayyy to overboard with it but I love vampires and SF9 so eh. Also I have no clue what's going on in here 💀💀💀💀💀. Sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted op 🥺. I tried *pouts*.

Warnings: Fluff mostly. Vampirey stuff. Sex stuff 👀. Blood drinking. Angst? Death. Sickness. Puking. Like 2 lines. Ahh very long 😂. Should've probably written it as a fic but oh well 🤷🏾‍♀️. I think this also is kind if like a soulmate au. Lmk if I need to add more.

So cocky.

That's all I'm seeing 😂

He's the kind to have any human or vamp do anything for him, with him, etc, etc.

A fairly famous vampire, amongst all of the ones who exist

Loves travelling the world

Meeting new people

Trying new things like food, kinks, new blood types too.

Lives for the thrill of almost getting caught

Flashes his red eyes when he wants to peak someone's curiosity in him

He's all mysterious and that's just so infuriating to not want to get to know him

But he doesn't let anyone get close

He knows it's not right to turn someone into a vampire

He'd never do that

Also he took a vow with his first and last love, to be each other's only forever

But alas, first loves never last

And neither did his

The vow however, lasted longer than the life of his first love

It was to never fall in love with a human again

For he was the one who had completely drained his first love, of their blood, to complete his transition

The realization of what he'd done hit him too late

So the vow was kind of an untold tension hanging in the air, that just grew with every passing second as Hwiyoung drained his lover's blood

He masks his sorrow, with cockiness

But all of his resolve wavered when he saw you

Just laughing, minding your own business

Talking with your friends in the cafe

Your hair flowing with the wind

Laugh echoing it's way to his heart

For once, in his long long life, he didn't just want someone, he longed for them.

After centuries of sad loneliness, he saw you

He heard your heart beat steadily as you spoke with much enthusiasm

Intriguing everyone around you

Not that you noticed

He felt like shedding a tear, his heart hurting the longer he looked at you

But he just couldn't look away from your sweet smile & bright eyes

The next few days pass by him looking at you from afar

Now you weren't one to not notice and do nothing if some random creep followed you everyday

So naturally you confront him by cornering him

He honestly didn't think you had it in you to trap him

Something about being so close to you, even when you are interrogating him just makes him want you to be his even more

That's when he sees you, like actually sees you

Your angry yet curious eyes, the lovely tint on your parted lips, your tongue in between your teeth, and so much more

Never thought this would happen, but he's speechless

So bound by your beauty he isn't even able to defend himself and his actions

When you're about to leave, he grabs your elbow and exchanges your positions

Cornering you and towering you as he introduces himself

The way he is so close to makes you breath hitch and heart beat faster, blood pulsing through you at a greater speed

He knows he's peaked your interest in him

He knows that you're conflicted

He knows that he will be too, sooner than expected

He will try not to showcase his vampire abilities

But how long can he go for you know?

What will happen when he gets a scratch and it heals soon? You'll think it's a little suspicious

What will happen if you get hurt and bleed? Will he be able to just tend to your wound without letting his strength get in the way?

So many questions

So many doubts

But they fade to nothing, when he looks at you

When he looks at you, he sees the most perfect human

Compassionate, caring, kind, sweet, absolutely adorable

He almost feels human too, when he's around you

And just to feel normal again, he starts to spend all his time around you

Roaming with you, circling around you like a buzzed bee does with a flower

And that's when you start your courtship

With him doing so many things with you

Helping you with your work/studies

Taking you on multiple dates

So many getaways

Getting you so much jewelry

Matching Jewelry!!!! 🥺

Falling in love with you

Regular movie nights in

Falling in love

Moving into an apartment together

Falling in love

Doing all your domestic things like cooking, laundry, grocery shopping, getting a goddamn job, and what not

Falling in love

Discussions about adopting a pet together

Oh and falling in love.

Yup.

You have a totally lovesick vampire head over heels completely in love with you with his cold dead heart

When the realization that he hath fallen hits him, he couldn't help but cry

Because he knows that you love him too

He knows that you'd want him to propose to you soon

He knows that eventually you're gonna wanna start a family with him

Even if you don't, which is okay, he knows that you are gonna die in a few decades

What will he do when he can't avoid the inevitable question you'll ask him about not aging

About not getting sick like ever

About having so much money

About having so much knowledge and minute details about historical events which just slip out his mouth from time to time

But

What he doesn't know is that you were already suspecting something was up

You don't know when you started to notice the subtle things he did, things that no one in your time does

The way he talks so casually with everyone

His peculiar usage of words at times

How he doesn't have a single wrinkle on his surely flawless face

How he never grows a grey hair

How his skin is so pale and cold to touch

But his tongue is always so pink

How his eyes look a different colours at random moments

Your first instinct, was of course, you were being delusional.

But then you thought about your life since you met him

How everything was going so good, too good for a human and human relationship

Pain.

That's what you felt when you started to see everything

And not just emotional pain, physical too

You could feel your heart breaking

You didn't know why

Was it because you've given your heart to someone you don't even know what species is?

Or because you've wasted the best time of your life on someone who won't be with you till the end?

You're not stupid, of course you confront him

Even if it meant you'd go from being someone he loves to someone he might hate

When the question flies out of your mouth

He just looks at you with pity

Was it for you or him, he doesn't know

Swallowing, his Adam's Apple bobs in his throat

He'll gently grasp you hands

Making you sit on a chair and he'd come clean

Yes

That simple

Because he can erase your memory if you threaten him 💀

He, for the first time, has no clue how you'd react

Chewing on your finger you look at him

Saying okay

Cause you love him

And him being a vampire doesn't change the fact that he is a good person

Well was or whatever, it's complicated

He just falls on the ground

Crying and thanking you 🥺

Hugging him you realize that you're crying too

The next day is like you're both reborn

Nothing actually changed much lol

He quits his job and you quit yours

And you both just travel the world

Go to different places, new places

Find secluded spaces to fuck, just for the adrenaline

Oh yes sex with vamp Hwiyoung!!!

Uses his strength to mark you.

Uses his powers to multiply the feeling of your high

Uses his speed to fuck you senseless

Of course he goes raw, not like you can get anything from him 💀

He has good control on his hunger for blood

So he won't actually hurt you if he bites you too hard till blood comes

Everything is going, perfect, to say the least

Until you catch a bad stomach bug

You get sick till your guts come out

He hates hates hates it so much

That you're so vulnerable to such things

And that he isn't

That he can't do anything about it even when you reassure him it's okay

He hates knowing that someday you may leave him

When you do get better, he feels so relieved

You know what's coming

So you thought about it a lot

To be honest, you've been thinking about it since he confirmed your doubts about him being a vampire

He is so shocked when you say yes to him

When he asks if you want to, only and only if you do, he's ready to make you a vampire too

The idea of you also becoming a vamp just sounds perfect to him

Cause then it'd mean you'd never get sick or get hurt or die

So you can be together forever and ever 🥺

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Delay

One-Shot

Description: You are sent to kill your target, but a delay makes you run into Natasha

Warning: Smut, pure filth, lesbian porn. Like seriously this is 99% porn 👀 AND I AM PROUD OF IT! 😁🏳️‍🌈

This one-shot has been requested by the one and only @cheeseburgersstuff Hope you enjoy this dearie 😘❤️😄

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You were at the bar, swirling the lone olive in your martini. S.H.I.E.L.D's downfall hadn't been kind to most of the agents and spies, and you, just like some of your ex-colleagues, worked as an assassin for hire, though you still followed your moral-code and were picky when it came to choosing clients or targets. Your mission was supposed to be over by now, but your target decided to spend another day in the Bahamas, thus delaying his death by 24 hours. Searching for an excuse to pass the time, you looked around the bar, however, nobody was worth a second glance. 

You smelled her perfume first. Always light, sweet, with hints of citrus and floral notes. Within the next 2 seconds, you heard her chuckle.

As you turned back to your glass, you felt the air change.

Her lips soon met the dip between your breasts. She licked the outline of your left breast, her tongue touring the shape of your curve as you struggled to breathe. She then placed open mouth kisses on your bosom, kissing everywhere but the brown bud, now erect and tight with pleasure.

"Looks like we are after the same man," Natasha quipped as she took a seat besides you. 

You turned towards her with a smirk, drinking in her appearance like a glass of stiff gin. Natasha looked… breathtakingly stunning. The dark maroon off-shoulder gave a generous view of her cleavage, tapering off at her waist. Her sleek black pants accentuated her curves, tied with a big, leather belt at the centre. Her midriff showcased the large gold buckle as a crown, twinkling in the muted light of the hotel's bar.

Your eyes finally rested on her face. Her hair was now blonde, a complete 180 from her fiery, red mane that you had grown to relish in your fantasies. Though you had to admit, this look suited her fine.

"It seems that we are," you finally replied, sipping your drink as she considered you. 

"What do you want with Connor?" she inquired, clearly a bit surprised by your presence.

"Ahh you know, the same old. A lovely dinner at the rooftop restaurant, a sensual dance, peaceful walk in the garden, shooting him with 9mm bullets till he bleeds to death. Then maybe head for a midnight swim," you replied nonchalantly.

She cocked an eyebrow, "Not a very romantic way to end the evening."

You raised your hands in defence, "Hey, a girl's gotta eat."

Natasha held your gaze with worry. She knew you were one of few agents who were considered her equal back at S.H.I.E.L.D., and ever since you had started offering your services to the highest bidder? Your skillset had increased by leaps and bounds. Once where you had struggled to use a katana sword, you were now competent in wreaking havoc with just a paperclip. Slightly frowning her head, Natasha started saying, "I am here-"

"-to protect him. I know," you completed her sentence with a wicked grin, "Whatever shall we do now?"

"I was hoping I could reason with you," Natasha urged you, "we need to bring him in for questioning. He has vital information about…," Natasha stopped herself before continuing, "...something and we want that data."

"That data is why he's soon going to be 6 feet under honey," you winked at her and finished your drink. 

Just as you started to get up, she leaned over and brought her lips close to your ear and whispered, "Now if only there were something I could offer to persuade you." She gently kept her hand on your thigh, slowly riding it up under your dress. 

You squeezed your thighs shut, stopping the ascent of Natasha's hand. You met her gaze, your lips almost touching hers, "And what if I am still not convinced?" 

Her luscious lips parted slightly to reveal a smile, "Then at least we would have spent the next 24 hours in bliss."

You smirked and gently bit her lower lip with your teeth, pulling it with you as you moved back a bit. You finally let it go with a pop, as Natasha was now almost on your lap, "Where so you want to persuade me?" 

"How about your room?" she asked as you shook your head. 

"I would have been out of here if it weren't for the delay," you replied and Natasha nodded.

She led you to her hideout, a small studio apartment situated in a quiet building at the outskirts of the city. The apartment barely had enough room to accommodate a kitchen, a double queen-sized bed and a small bathroom. 

You followed her inside as she switched on the dim lights, encasing the room in a warm glow. You hadn't even finished turning around on your heels when she crashed into you, smashing you to the door. Her lips created a storm on yours, her hands almost everywhere on you at once. You kissed her back just as fervently, exploring her mouth with your tongue while you held her hair with one hand, the other squeezing her ass.

The two of you parted after a few moments, desperate for air. "You are supposed to ask me for coffee first," your sarcastic remark was followed by a surprised gasp as Natasha tore the front of your dress, exposing your lacy bra to her.

She licked her lips as her eyes darkened with lust, "It's been too long," she whispered as she dove to kiss your breasts over your bra, "so long."

You fumbled to open her giant belt as she ripped apart your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. But before she could take your nipple in her mouth, you held her chin and brought her face at level with yours. You kissed her as you started walking towards the bed, your fingers teasing her cleavage with feather-light touches as you unzipped her pants. 

By the time her legs touched the side of the bed, she was palming your breasts as you rubbed her mound over her pants. You pushed her onto the bed and watched as she almost bounced on the semi-hard mattress.

You returned the favor to her off-shoulder top and made quick work of getting her naked. Admiring her beautiful figure laid before you, you removed your ruined dress and joined her on the bed. 

Your passionate kisses resumed. Natasha quickly turned you over so that your back met the mattress as she worshipped your body. Her lips left a sloppy trail to your throat, sucking the spot where your neck met your shoulder. Her ministrations sent a shiver down your body to your core as you could only hold on to her hair for support. 

Filthy moans escaped your lips as you started squirming under her, already hot and bothered even though you knew she had barely begun. 

"What do you need baby?" she audaciously whispered as she looked at you with a smirk. 

You realised in that moment that Natasha was having fun at your expense. Too much fun.

You locked your legs above her waist and turned the two of you around again. Now on top, you let go of all the niceties as you took her hard perky brown nipple in your mouth, sucking and licking it with your tongue while your other hand traveled downwards on her fair body. 

You traced the V leading to her core, before you started rubbing it with the palm of your hand. Her pornographic mewls filled the quiet space as your thumb glossed over her clit. Her back arched off the mattress while the wetness from her mound coated your palm.

Your thumb kept ghosting over her clit, hardly applying any pressure on it as you started working on her other breast. 

She thrust her hips forward involuntarily, hoping to increase the friction, but you refused to relent. Finally, when she groaned out of sheer frustration, you looked up towards her with a shit-eating grin, "What do you want baby?"

She pouted her pretty lips, regret, lust and longing evident in her features.

"I want you to fuck me," she admitted.

"That's all you had to say," you replied as you entered one finger in her warm, dripping core.

She clutched your arm as you explored her walls. Your second finger joined the first, and the symphony of her moans filled the apartment. The speed of your fingers increased as the bottom of your palm met with her clit. You simultaneously sucked her nipple while squeezing her breast. Within moments, you felt her tense beneath you with pleasure, her cunt clenched around your fingers. She came as her body jerked on the bed, her release squirting out of her as you kept continuing your assault. 

Now covered in sweat, she finally rode her high, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

You settled down besides her, licking her juices off your fingers with content. When Natasha slowly got up, you thought she must be heading towards the washroom to clean up. But boy were you wrong.

She swiftly returned with a pair of heavy handcuffs and a strap-on tied to her pelvis. She practically jumped on you on the bed, caging your body beneath hers. She kissed the top of your nose as she worked tying your arms in the handcuffs with ease. 

"Try them," she urged. You tried to get out of the handcuffs, but every time you struggled, the grip got tighter and tighter. 

She chucked quietly at your useless efforts. "Oh my dear wifey," she cooed with love, "Though I did enjoy our little roleplay tonight, you are truly mistaken if you think I will let you off that easy, especially on our anniversary."

As she kissed you with passion again, your body was lit on fire again, the twinkling wedding band on Natasha's finger promising you a night of sheer bliss.

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[dionysusbisexual]

torture + geraskier

I really hope you like it, I am not the best at writing straight up  whump n torture scenes, though it’s brief and focuses more on Jaskier getting better.

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Jaskier sat in the cold, desolate cell, beaten and bloodied and half gone. He had been captured by Nilfgaard in one of his heart broken, drunk stupers and ever since dragged through hell, they had tried to rip his mind open, tear it apart, but his magic prevented the mage assigned to ruin him to gain access to any of his memories --and barely any of his thoughts in general-- that may endanger Geralt. When that didn’t work they had taken to different tactics, a deep scar across his back, hand bruises on his neck, his fingers cut with bones broken along with too many other wounds to count, covered in his own blood. He was leaning against the wall panting, closer to death than he ever had been when he heard the guards approaching. “Look at the little songbird, trapped and mute, unable to escape.” He said, his voice condescending and mocking. Jaskier rolled his eyes but didn’t speak. He found it wasn’t worth it. By sheer luck -- for them-- they had put Jaskier in partly iron shackles, weakening him significantly. “Nothing to say?” Jaskier didn’t react. The guard didn’t seem like this, hitting hard and knocking him over. “You know… This could aaaall end if you just told us where the Witcher is” the guard said crouching down in front of Jaskier. The bard simply spat blood in his face before saying “Probably fucking your mother.” not his best line but, well, cold you really blame him? The guard growled before pulling Jaskier by his hair and throwing him against a wall. He started  to stalk towards Jaskier as he lost consciousness, his last thoughts quite simple. At least he had granted Geralt his blessing.

The last thing he felt was a punch to the stomach and the last thing he heard was the squelch of a sword through a throat.

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Geralt was carrying Jaskier, desperately trying to wake him up, while not jostling him too much, he made it to where Yennefer was, disposing the last of the guards before opening a portal, Geralt took a deep breath and ran through it, practically sprinting towards Triss to save hi- the bard… He has lost the privilege of calling him his years ago.

They quickly set Jaskier down on the table and Triss got to healing him slowly. Geralt was a mess, had been a mess ever since the mountain. At first he had thought it was because of Yennefer but after finding her, after missing the noise, after growing to despise the silence. He knew he had missed, needed, Jaskier.  He has tried to track down Jaskier, tried for three years to no avail until a rumor spread tha a the great Bard, Jaskier, had been kidnapped. And Geralt knew in that moment what had happened and blamed himself. It was not a short healing process, with all the physical damage done, it had taken Jaskier three days to wake up. Three days that Geralt spent by his side, refusing to leave the room to eat, which led Eskel to bringing up his lunch and staring at his brother, usually giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, it led to Lambert not teasing him and Ciri spending time with her new father figure in Jaskiers room, always worried because he had gone completely non verbal. Geralt eventually did fall asleep, something had avoided doing by sharpening his sword and changing Jaskiers bandages. He fell asleep holding Jaskiers unbroken hand softly.

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Jaskier awoke to a weight on his uninjured hand, panicked at first until he saw Geralt holding it, fast asleep and looking peaceful, pure confusion bubbling inside him until it was joined by anger and hurt. This seemed to have woken up Geralt, whose first instinct was to hold Jaskiers hand tighter until he realized he was the cause of that smell. He stared at Jaskier, unable to form words, pre relief that Jaskier was awake before noticing the expression on Jaskiers face.

Jaskier snatched his hand away and tried to move away from him on the bed only to be met with pain.

“Please, please don’t move.”

Jaskier looked at him with confusion, Geralt never said please. He was still glaring at Geralt, though, distrustful and weary. After weeks of what he had gone through he wasn’t feeling particularly kind.

“Jaskier” Geralt rasped out. “The mount-”

“Leave it. I’ll be out of your hair when I’m healed. Give you your life's one blessing.” Geralt flinched and pursed his lips. “Get out of my room.” Geralt hesitated, wanting to say something before leaving.

Jaskier lied there, trying his best not to cry when a sorceress and Yennefer entered the room, seemingly to check on him. He tried his best not to be too hostile to Yennefer, he had a feeling she and the other woman saved his life. “Jaskier.”

He didn’t respond, she sighed.

The other mage approached him and gave him a warm smile, she seemed much kinder . She was frankly beautiful, maybe if he was younger and less… Exhausted he might have even tried to woo her. “Hello, my name is Triss, I’m glad to see you finally awake, we were worried that I lost you for a second there. He tried to give her his best smile “Jaskier, but you probably knew that. How long till I can move.” Triss’s smile dropped a little. “I’m afraid you’re going to be bed ridden for a few more days. He frowned. “Ahh, I see. Well, give me the sinopses, doc, will I ever play again?” he said, a bit dramatically. He felt his hand nearly healed and along with his own magic he knew he’d be fine, but reassurance was never bad.

She huffed, “You’ll be fine. You won't play for another week though, I suggest staying here until you can.” “It would be a waste if we spent so much time just for you to ruin it, Bard.”

Jaskier glared at Yennefer but conceded. “In fact… You should stay with us.” Triss said softly. At that Jaskier let out a bitter laugh. “I would rather not. I’ll head back to Oxenfurt, put on a good glamour like I should have in the first place.” Triss frowned. “I’m afraid that that isn’t possible… The safest place is here, in Kaer Morhen.” Jaskier grit his teeth and decided not to argue for the time being, too exhausted to protest.

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The next few days went as the following, one of Geralt's brothers would come up, talk to Jaskier and get him to eat. Later on Ciri would come in and talk to him, having someone from back home to provide her comfort, him being relieved she made it out alive.

Once he got out of bed… Geralt would give him food, make sure he didn’t strain himself and be a general frustration. Jaskiers hurt over the mountain warring with the love he still had, with the affection brought through Geralt's actions.

He knew what the others were doing, trying to get him to see Geralt was trying to change, but Jaskier kept convincing himself it wasn’t so ntil it reached a boiling point.

“Stop.” His voice was firm, expression stormy. Geralt was currently serving him food, both haven woken up at night from their own, cruel nightmares. Geralt paused before turning to Jaskier. “Jaskier,”

“No. You don’t get to… Fucking take care of me and try to act like nothing happened. I don’t need your fucking pity and I don’t need your family participating in whatever fucking game it is you’re playing.”

“Julek, it isn’t-”

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that! How dare you, how dare you push me away for years and deny our friendship, how dare you tell me I’m the worst thing that happened to you and then-and then save me and act like it never- like you haven’t shattered my heart into a million pieces you absolute bastard!” He was crying at this point, shaking before falling into the chair behind him. Geralt had nothing to say, pausing before he slowly walked towards Jaskier and kneeled before him.

“Jaskier… I- hm. The words I said on the mountain” Jaskier flinched “I didn’t mean them I- Yennefer was gone and it was my fault and you were there and I-I wanted to hurt someone, I wanted to be alone and to push you away. I was wrong, I was so wrong.” he took a deep breath “You’re… You’re my life's blessing, you’re the good choice I’ve made. I’m so sorry. Please, let me prove to you that I’ve changed, that I can treat you better. That… I want to be kinder. I… I am a selfish man, I do not deserve your forgiveness but I want to stay by your side.” Jaskier stared at the man in front of him, sincerity in his voice before taking a deep breath. “And if I don’t want you to prove it? If I want to leave?”

Geralt grimaced “Then I will let you leave.” Jaskier reached out and cupped his cheek.

“I’m still mad but I forgive you. I think I forgave you a while ago.” Geralt gave the smallest smile “But I can’t… I-I love you Geralt. I can’t be by your side while you and Yennefer play h-”

“Yennefer and I aren’t together. She and Triss are in love and I. Hm. I love you too.” he said the last part softly, as if afraid that Jaskier would take back his words with his admission.

Jaskier looked at him shocked before  giving him a watery smile “Then I will stay by your side… But I can’t. I need time, I want to take it slow.” Geralt nodded “I will wait. I will make it up to you”

Jaskier pulled Geralt up “Well, you can start with a kiss.”

[kryptsune]

Till Death Do You Part {Part 3} (UF Frans)

Part 1  Part 2 

She couldn't see his face as he turned on his second eldest brother. Her ears could only hear what he was saying not truly Red’s own disdain for speaking them aloud, "That's so dull brother, but perhaps you should meet her. Her blood is sweeter than any honey." 

Frisk knew nothing of his brothers but she did hear two separate voices within the room. This one sounded a touch older than the rest though it was difficult to tell, "Practically glowing little brother are you sure you don't feel something for this frail human? You know how father sees them. Could it be that the wolf has fallen for the little rabbit?" It was Gered who was currently teasing him as their family tended to do. 

Red had retained remnants of his humanity over his course of eternal life but the other two had this stigma about humans and how superior vampires were above all else. They had power, looks, wealth, and knowledge. None could rival their prowess. 

All of course vampiric propaganda instilled through all three of them by their tyrant of a “father”. Not biological of course but their fealty to him was absolute. A sire. Even if he wanted to disobey him the hierarchy of their affliction it was a near possibility as a vampire of his standing. While his two other brothers were master vampires, he was not. He would have to break that hold and that was no easy task. 

Frisk felt herself slowly slipping down the wall unable to gain the will to get to her feet. Her heart had been torn asunder and hearing that sweet voice that she so loved talking about her like she was some sort of pet, shattered it even further. In her heart, she wished that he had been open with her, honest. Just as she had been with him.   

Carthus rolled his eyes at the comment, "It's hardly dull and perhaps maybe I will. I cannot promise my restraint of course. I am sure the little thing was terrified of you were they not? They always are~" He had taken to sitting upright in his chair once more eager to see this new catch. 

Red slipped one of his hands into the pocket of his tailored black slacks so that he could hide with how much force he was balling his hand into a fist. Did he want to punch Carthus straight in the mouth, no, but if he pushed this any further he just might take a swing. No one would suspect his rage however as he used his opposite hand to gesture nonchalantly, "Of course but she is quite a sweetheart." He did not hide the glare that he shot the two as he replied. 

Gered on the other hand had been quiet for a time only to set his glass down on the side table. It was currently empty, "Well let's meet your blushing little witch bride, shall we?" He would push a meeting like that. 

Frisk didn't know if she could muster the energy to remove herself from where she had fallen. She felt defeated and yet there was a spark in her that gave her enough will to force herself to stand and head back up the stairs. Even if the pain persisted she managed to make it to her room, wiping the tears from her eyes. She wanted to hear his duplicity from his own lips. It may kill her in the process but she was far more headstrong than even she realized.

There was no telling what would become of her if they caught her snooping on their private conversation. The magic inside of her would not be able to best three vampiric brothers with an unknown number of lifetimes over her own. 

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Carthus chuckled, "Of course I have a distinct interest as well. The more you talk about her the more I am inclined to feel curious. Are you keeping her from us brother?"

Red just shook his head, "Of course not." Carthus and Gered were his older brothers and therefore had the say. He stood up and led them towards his room where his beloved rested. That pain that he felt before still struck his chest, "Come right this way." She would be surprised by the soft knock that he made against the wooden door. He wanted her to know to be prepared. Unfortunately, she was already far too aware of her visitors, "Frisk, Dear... are you well enough to receive company?"

The words that were running through her mind were 'keep up the act' as she curled under the covers. She wanted to try and run far, far away but it wouldn't do much good. Every part of her felt like it was going to fall apart. It was a marvel she was keeping the emotional pain in as well as she was, "I am. Please come in."

Red opened the door, stepping aside to let Carthus and Gered entrance into the room, "My Dear, these are my older brothers, Carthus and Gered Fontaine," he explained in introduction as he came to sit by her. 

Gered’s bold nature had him coming to take her hand, kissing the back of it as he formally introduced himself, "Charmed of course Madam. My such a beautiful young lady that is wed to our little brother." There was no hint of jest or mockery in his tone, only polite respect. 

She put on her best smile as she rose from her reclining position against a mountain of goose down pillows, "It is a pleasure to meet you both. I did not know Red had siblings until a few weeks ago." Well, you could give her this, she was a good actress.

Gered nodded in return twisting to eye his brother with a hint of a grin forming on his lips, "Ahh Red, one would think you were embarrassed by us~" He teased, chuckling softly. She hated that he had just as much charm as her husband. Not to mention the same blonde hair, pale complexion, and these stunning golden eyes. 

Red made his way to her. His brothers she could handle but she could not meet his eyes, "Never brother.. I just wanted to enjoy being married to the most wonderful woman I have ever laid eyes on."

No. She could barely hold it together as it stood but now he was giving her compliments. Her heart ached within her chest and so too did his own. 

Carthus did a little bow, "Our brother even kept you from us. Perhaps because he's afraid we would try to sweep his beautiful bride away~" He just smirked, wine glass still in hand.

Frisk shut her eyes, "You flatter me, my Lord, but I'm afraid my heart belongs to only one." Even saying it caused that pain to increase. She just noticed off to the side that Red’s fingers were digging into his chest. Ih had her wondering if he could feel the pain festering inside of her. How heartbroken she was to learn his love was all a lie.

It made his heart flutter to hear such a confession from her, "Ahh... you flatter me, my Love." He moved to brush her hair from her face. His eyes resting on only her, swirling with admiration and concern. He hated these interactions. It made him feel like they were subtly dehumanizing her more. 

Gered had pulled away from the two keeping a close eye on his younger siblings tells. There was something off just by the way he looked at his mortal girl, "Indeed. Such a loyal one you have here little brother. A rarity in this day and age. I am quite impressed." It was the truth. His brother had found a rare one.

Carthus raised his glass in a toast, "I agree dear brother. I can see why you love her so much. A toast to your long and happy marriage." Those that kept their glasses clinked them together in celebration. One, of course, she was not participating in. Gered even offered the bedridden lady a sip from his glass to which her dutiful husband respectfully declined for her. He knew what was mixed within.

"Here here~," Gered said softly, clinking his glass taking his place beside Carthus. Red made sure to give his thanks in the wake of his brother’s praises, "You both are too kind of course."

She opened her eyes only to feel Red’s fingers near her face. It took everything in her not to pull away. Her soul just crumbled under the emotional weight, "It's something I don't feel I do enough. You take care of me and love me so. I could never ask for anything more." 

He glanced at Frisk curiously a moment before he sat back. She was acting strange, "Oh my Dear enough of that. I told you I would care for you for as long as we both lived." 

Her smile faltered for a moment, "Of course. I am sorry. I only meant that it is rare that a husband would care so much for his ill wife without asking anything in return." What was she supposed to say?

Red kissed her forehead gingerly trying to inject some levity into this backward situation, "I am unlike any other of course~” Her hand slipped into his gently, "Please forgive me." That stunning smile seemed off and filled with a deep sadness. He liked to believe that he knew her better than anyone. She was in a great deal of pain. 

There was not a thing in his mind that would overshadow his concern. "Ahh, you must be tired still my Dear, do rest. I shall see my brothers out and perhaps they could visit again when you are well. You can grace us with your bright beautiful smile."

All she could manage to do was nod, slipping her hand away from him, "Yes, thank you my Love." Her eyes never met his. Not once.

Red stood and ushered the older two out, closing the door. He was happy that the tribulation had passed. It would be some time before they reappeared enjoying their endless game together. One that he no longer was going to participate in. His eyes fell to his chest. 

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Frisk placed her hands on her face, shaking before sinking down into the covers. How long could she look at him and not see his betrayal? That once sweet smile hurt her soul so much, something that as she lay there, he would feel a stabbing sensation.

No longer could she keep that pain from spilling over as tears slipped through her fingers. She felt hopeless and beyond repair. Why would she ever think that someone could love her, truly? Now that she knew what was wrong she used her magic to ease her pain. Even now that she felt physically better it didn't change anything else.

As he made his way back to their shared room he caught that faint smell of salt in the air, tears, "Frisk dear?” First, it was the pain in his chest but now he could hear those faint sobs.

She ripped her hands away from her face and quickly pulled the covers over herself so that she could try and hide those tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, "Y...yes?"

The scent increased as he neared the door, opening it to see her cowering under her bedspread, "I came to check on you, my Love." He stepped inside coming to reside by her side and sit on the bed, "I do hope my brothers weren’t a bother.”

Why was he even trying? It was all just an act after all, "No, of course not. It is nice to meet your family." Not only was she lying but she also was still trying to hide her face. Something that was suspicious on its own.

He hummed softly and pulled the sheet from her shaking hands, "My Love...” Her eyes were red and puffy, lips trembling as her eyes finally met his. It broke his heart. One that he thought would never return, “Why are you hiding away and crying?" 

He was far too strong for her to resist as she turned her head slowly to look at him. She looked like her entire world had fallen apart, "Did anything you ever say to me... Was it true... Or just more of your games?"

Every muscle in his body tensed at once. That was why he felt that pain burning a hole in his chest. She had overheard the conversation he had with his brothers. It was time to tell her the truth, "Yes, perhaps but not at first. I knew the moment of our wedding night. You have grown on me. It’s why I have kept you alive, rather than kill you as I...” He paused letting a sigh escape from him, “have so many others before you.”

She just looked off to the side, "Why... Why would you pretend like you cared? Do you even know the extent of physical pain I've been in these last few months? To find out it's because..." The words stuck in her throat she couldn't speak as her eyes started to water once more.

She was right and yet he still tried to justify his behavior, "My Dear. I am over 400 years old, I can act well, but caring even for my brothers is very difficult to do. So while yes, I am aware you are in pain, it is not my intention in the first place. Our... games do not usually keep a human alive so long." It was the truth but she had to know what he now felt. How different it had become. 

Those words did not form according to plan, "I do care, hence why I haven't torn your throat from you, it is also why I did not tell you what I was, to begin with." He slid his hand through her hair feeling her apprehension. It was alright he understood why. How could he blame her for it?

Tears continued to slip down her cheeks as she tried to listen to him. He sounded so cold and methodical. She had given him her trust, her love, and her life, "Then you are 400 years an idiot. I so desperately desired that you put your trust in me as I had in you but instead you erase yourself from my memory. A vampire… such a thing is but gothic fiction and yet you are before me.”

His head tilted to the side as his thumb brushed away those still falling tears. Do not cry any longer. Please, "Oh, my Dear, I have been twice burned in that regard. Two women in the past that I believed I had fallen for, told others what I was. I confided in them only to end up nearly staked and burned. I pray you forgive me if I am not keen to visit such a circumstance again. So you have discovered what my true affliction is. I knew so bright a mind would make the correct conclusion.”  

Her eyes screwed shut unable to look him in the eyes, "I would never do something like that even knowing the truth. I can not deny that it frightens me but... I would do anything for you." She raised her face before inky lashes parted to reveal deep sapphire eyes. Finally, she had the courage to look at him directly, "I love you... So much it hurts. Even after your deceptions."

She still loved him and wanted to be with him? After everything? Now she was the wiser. The memories he had taken from her did not alter that deep and genuine feeling that resided in her heart. How could someone cursed like him love and find it with someone so beautiful, inside and out, "We will see then my Dear. I shan't wipe your memory further, but I require your blood tonight. Prove your words to me, and we may continue our... arrangement. It would be quite a shame to lose you.” Why did his words always come out so cold? That was honestly the best she was going to get in terms of a love confession from a 400-year-old vampire. For now.

Her hand rubbed at her arm gently, looking away. She didn't know if she could live like this. It was practically a lie, "Now that I know why my health was deteriorating I have been able to heal myself. It will no longer be an issue. I... I have no choice. As heartbroken as I am...my desire to prove myself to you far outweighs my fears"

Ruby eyes fell on her as she spoke. The truth was that he could just wipe her memory of actually having learned all this, continue like always. It made something deeper within his chest ache to see her so... heartbroken. This was his fault. Everything was far easier without a conscience.

He looked at her, sure, but that didn't change how she felt. She wanted to beg and plead, "I don't know what I am going to do..." All she wanted to hear was that someone, anyone, loved her. That she wasn't just some kind of disposable human being. A toy. Her heart ached more than she could even explain.

Perhaps she would soon think of it from his perspective. He was detached from human emotions, a defense mechanism. So perhaps... she could get through to him. The way he looked at her didn't change at all of course. Could she hold her own against her to his brothers?

She could tell he was detached as she struggled with her own mind. Her hand rose to gently caress his cheek if he would let her, "I would never do anything to hurt you. Please believe me."

He touched her hand to his cheek gently doing his best to reassure her that his intentions for her were only from the heart, though his speech may have given her the impression otherwise, "I want to believe you, my dear. I truly do but I must protect myself. I am sure you understand. I kept you alive when my brothers expected me to kill you after our first night."

Her voice was strained but she did the best she could, "I understand." She watched as his face twist in pain. That was the first time she had ever seen that expression from him. Was she getting through somehow?

He pet her head gently. "That alone should tell you much, my dearest Frisk. I have not dealt with human emotion for nearly 3 lifetimes.” 

A little shimmer of hope began to grow, “Then... it’s not that you do not care? You have forgotten how to do so?” He would be able to hear her heart skip a small beat at this new information, “I know it is selfish but... I want your love... so badly even after everything. I can not deny my heart.”

Her voice was soft and quiet as she pulled him closer into a kiss. She poured all her emotions in that single act before resting her head back on the pillow, “What do you want me to do, Red?”

She noticed how vibrant his eyes were, far more stunning than the brown ones she had grown accustomed to. His voice was at a low whisper, "Rest for now. You may ask me questions, but for now, you will rest, and heal."

Frisk grasped for his sleeve gently, “Will you stay with me while I do?”

He settled into bed with her, "Of course." His worry of her keeping her distance after learning the truth was once again unfounded. She curled up close to him even if he could hear that faint pitter-patter of a heartbeat, “You need not be afraid of me. I promise. I will never do anything to hurt you any longer.”

Why did she want him to love her so desperately? He was everything she had ever wanted, dreamed of. The truth didn’t deter her, “What... would I have to do... for you to love me?” Her voice wavered as she spoke for it was the only thing her heart truly wanted.

How was he supposed to answer that question? He already knew deep down that no one could ever replace the hole in his heart if he lost her, "That is a  loaded question my Dear” he replied with hesitation as he stroked her hair. His lips ran over her jaw gingerly, "It is not a matter of what you can do, but rather what I am able to project. In my mind, that fact that you remain so close to my side proves how...important... you are to me."

She sighed painfully and curled up again. It was a lost cause. Of course, it burdened her heart like a lead weight but there was nothing she could do. No longer did she want to cry in front of him. He just didn’t understand.

He kissed her forehead letting her drift into a peaceful sleep. The poor thing had been so tired. His brothers had come to call and had ruined their loving relationship. Was that truly what it was? Or was it more like a facade of one? He had told her he required her blood that evening but he could not bring himself to do it. She had been through Hell and back being toyed with emotionally. He loved her that much he was certain but if he projected weakness then she may be in danger. 

Little by little he would show the full extent of his feelings but for now even he felt weary. The dawn would bring many questions he already knew. What she did not understand is that he had done these things for her. He wanted her happiness as he stared at her peaceful sleeping face, falling to sleep beside her. 

[mirkwoodshewolf]

The truth and a warning; AU Ghost! Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG one in the making but I finally sat down and made a sequel part to my Legend of the Band fic.  Now I’ve got ONE LAST PART and it’ll be published up in just a few minutes so I hope you all enjoy this little fic and for new readers coming in, READ PART ONE FIRST BEFORE YOU READ THIS!!!

Warnings: Parent arguments, fluff, angst, demons mentions, supernatural elements, kidnapping, paranormal stuff.

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I was running through this dark hallway.  I didn’t know why I was running, all I knew was that I had to keep going.  Soon enough I came to this fire-lit room.  It looked like something out of a cult film with candles, Satanic markings all over the wall, and a large fireplace that was just roaring with fire. At the center was a large pentagram of some kind with candles at each of the stark points.

“Don’t go to them. You’re putting yourself in danger. Your whole family will be in danger if you don’t stay away.” There he was again. I looked up and soon appearing right at the center of the pentagram was a man with shaggy blonde hair, a scruffy appearance with a five o’clock shadow, wearing a trench coat, a white button up shirt with a long red tie, and black dress pants.

“Who are you?” I asked.  He just looked at me with that same sharp expression.  He opened his mouth but another voice spoke out of his mouth.

“Wake up!”

I woke up with a gasp and glared up to see Roger hovering right in front of me.

“Roger what the fuck? You trying to give me a heart attack or something?” I hissed at him.

“Well if you had woken up the first time, I wouldn’t have needed to do that, would I? Now c’mon. I want you to see the sunrise with me.” I got off his bed and stretched myself.

It’s been almost 3 months since my friends and I came up here to Rockfield studios.  Since then I had been coming up here in secret without telling my nana or my dad. Most of the times I would come up would be when Freddie and the boys would want me to hear new songs they got (Freddie said that since I came to the farm, it’s like the creativity they once had when they were alive suddenly came back).

But throughout all the visits I have done with the guys, I—still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell John the truth about……who I really am. I mean how would you be if you were in my shoes? And how would you tell the spirit of your dead grandfather that you’re his grandchild without freaking him out.  Or causing some sort of ghostly pandemic where he’d like explode all of London or something.

Roger hovering right outside his room waiting for me, I stood up and put my hoodie and sneakers on and followed him.  My thoughts also went back to the dream I had last night. It was also been practically 3 months since I’ve had that same dream over and over again.

At first it happened the night I came back home.  But one month later it came back to me.  Then it was once a week, then once every other day, and now since a month ago, it’s been every night.  I don’t know why this guy keeps coming into my dreams or why he says the same thing over and over again.

Roger and I finally reached outside.  The snow crunching underneath my feet with each step I took.

“You know you’ve really been out of it lately. You sure you’re not sick or something?” I looked up at him and said.

“Nah. I was just dreaming.”

“Naww about me? Lovie I’m flattered.” He teased flirtatiously as he tossed his long, flowing hair aside. “Alright c’mon. Fred’s just about to wake up, we gotta get up to the top of the barn before he does.” He flew towards the inside of the barn and I ran after him.

He now floated on top of the second level of the barn where mostly some more hay and old bags of manure stood at.  It was then I finally told me.

“Eww no way Rog. Besides you’re like in your 70’s now. It’s just weird.”

“Technically I would be, but I’m still physically, in a sense, 26.” As I came up to the ladder that led up to the second level I continued while stepping up the ladder.

“Whatever. But no, my dreams are that every time I’m running through this dark corridor. Then next thing I know I’m in like—a cult room. Candles surrounding everywhere, a roaring fireplace, like even more so than when you guys make the fire roar and there’s all these pentagrams and Satanic markings. But what’s weird is that there’s always this—man standing right at the center of this large pentagram.”

I finally reached the top and Roger couldn’t help but tease at me again.

“Wow. Never knew you were into that kinda stuff (n/n).” I glared at him.

“Does your mind ever leave the gutter? Besides the guy’s like in his mid-40’s or something.” I finally got over and now stood alongside Roger.  He then raised his hand up and I soon began levitating in the air and soon the two of us phased through the ceiling until we ended up on the roof of the barn.

“Well it’s about time you slowpokes got here.” Freddie’s voice soon spoke up.

“Wha-but-you-but-you were-I thought-that-you…..” Roger began stammering. “You dirty rotter! I was supposed to finally be the first one up to see the sunrise!”

“Oh don’t get your celestial knickers in a twist Roger. Remember I once told you there was only room in the band for one hysterical Queen, well there’s only room for one hysterical ghost on this property. And that’s me.”

“God if I could wring your neck in I would.”

“Oh (Y/n) dear! So glad you could make it! How did you sleep?” he hovered over to me, circling around me before stopping right in my face.  He observed me closely before noticing the bags under my eyes at this point. “Wow, dear no offense but you look absolutely knackered.”

“Yeah I uhh—was having that dream again.”

“You mean the one about that fellow in the trench coat?” One time Freddie actually came into my dreams and I was forced to tell him just what was going on.

I nodded.

“Wait you know about these dreams Fred?” Roger asked.

“Yes. But it’s between (Y/n) and I. So unless you want to know more you won’t hear about it from—”

“I’ve told him about it.” I interrupted him.

“Wait so this chap in the trench coat. He—doesn’t hurt you does he?” Rog asked worriedly.

“No, no not at all. But he—he always gives me some kind of warning. Saying things like I’m in danger, or stay away from them. But this time he told me that my family could now be in danger if I refuse to stay away.” I sat down on the roof bringing my knees up to my chest as I exhaled outward, my breath now visible thanks to the cold. “I’m really starting to get scared about—what it all means?”

“Well it could just be a fluck or something? Sometimes dreams don’t mean anything.” Roger said as he sat to my left while Fred sat at my right.

“I’ve been having this dream since meeting you guys it—has to mean something. Doesn’t it?” There was silence between us till Fred spoke up.

“Dreams are a silly thing. They can be there one moment and gone the next. I think I once recalled about my overbite being a lot bigger. And all that meant was that I was truly what my friends once nicknamed me, Bucky.” It was then he actually made his overbite extend further out (think of a cartoon character at this point) as he then growled and grumbled as he began to chomp like a beaver.

After that, his overbite went back to normal as we all laughed softly.  I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“Why do I keep coming to your guys?”

“It’s because you like us.” Teased Freddie as he pointed his finger at my nose.

“I don’t. I love you guys.” His smile turned soft and that’s when Roger said.

“Look, here it comes.” We both turned around and low and behold the sun was slowly starting to rise.  The first light came into the sky, and the sparrows began to stir and the stars began to fade.  Wow, theirs is nothing that beats a countryside sunrise and sunset.

“So—apart from the dreams, how have you been (Y/n)?” Freddie asked me.  I grew solemn and I said.

“Nana’s—been feeling under the weather lately. Both physically and mentally.” Right at around New Year’s, we had a scare when we got a call from the hospital saying that Nana had taken a bad fall.  

Fearing for her safety, dad had her move into the home with us and since I’m still on holiday break, I’ve been keeping an eye on her.

“My friends still won’t talk to me since that night on Halloween.” Its true.  In fact they’ve avoided me at all cost.  I’ve heard them say that I’ve been possessed by the ghosts themselves every time they see me.  So basically I’ve been kicked out of the group. “And then my dad still won’t give me the time of day anymore.” I grumbled hatefully.

“Still? But didn’t you go on that lovely little Christmas trip with him and your nana?” Freddie asked.

“Yeah for like an hour till the office called him telling him the pitch meeting couldn’t wait.”

“Typical fathers. Always thinking that work is more important than family.” Roger hmphed.  I scoffed softly. Tell me about it.

“So this is where you took her.” It was then floating right above us was grandda—I mean John.  Granddad? Can I even call him that even in my head? It’s still wild to even think about.

“Good morning Deacy darling!” Freddie praised.  John—grandad crossed his arms over his chest as he gave Freddie and Rog the stink eye that my nana always gave me when I misbehaved (now I know where she got it from).

“C’mon John it’s the mid-winter sunrise and I thought (Y/n) might like to see it.” Roger said.

“You do realize she could freeze up here. She’s not like us Rog, she’s human!”

“I’m fine De—AHH-CHOO!” I sneezed out.

“See? She’s already catching her death already. Couldn’t you two have allowed her to see the sunrise from inside the home, or at least not up on top of the barn where it’s the most coldest?” he said as he came up to me and touched my shoulders.

I’ve also noticed that it’s really only been my granddad’s touch that I can actually feel.  When it comes to the other guys, they go right through me.

“C’mon (Y/n), let’s get you back inside and I’ll fix you up a warm cuppa.” He took my hand and we both phased back through the barn. He then wrapped an arm around me and together we flew back towards the house.

Back in the living quarter’s I was sitting on the couch with two sets of blankets wrapped around me, the fireplace going off, and soon John had my cuppa float right towards me.

“Thanks John.”

“Are you sure you’re warm enough? As soon as we came in you were shivering like a leaf.” God that’s such an old saying.  But I guess that is something that only my grandfather would say.

“I’m fine, really. Thanks John.”

“You really should’ve bundled up more before you went outside with Roger. The countryside gets colder than it does in the city. Especially since this place isn’t as updated as it would be today when it comes to heating.”

“I know. I thought I’d be fine with just my jumper but I guess I misjudged it.”

“More like underestimated it.” He teased.  I took a sip of my cuppa and hummed softly. “Is it done right?”

“Just how I like it.”

“That’s good. I was thankful to actually get that old coffee machine working again. That thing hadn’t been used in decades.”

“Now was that story Brian once told me about Roger wanting to smash that thing true?”

“Oh god don’t even get me started on that. I can’t believe he actually remembers that.” He groaned which made me laugh.

“That’s only because you guys refused to think my song was good enough for the album!” Roger’s voice exclaimed.  Soon both he, Freddie and even Brian came through the walls and Brian said.

“Please tell me he’s not going off about it again. I swear Roger if I have to hear about your song one more time I’m gonna find a way to exorcise you.” Granddad and I looked at each other as he and Rog proceeded to argue and the two of us rolled our eyes.

“Be a dear for me (Y/n). If you ever find my body, please get some scissors and stab me in the ears.” Granddad whispered to me.  I reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

Man he wasn’t kidding about the fact when their fights get crazy. I could only imagine how they were when they were alive and could actually hurt each other.  But it still amazes me that even through their arguments and fights, they still come together and make such beautiful music.

I felt granddad touch my shoulder and the next thing I knew, we silently phased through the couch, down the floor until we arrived in his room.  He released my hand which made me go back to being solid again and he said as he hovered over to his bed.

“Figured you’d be safe here. I’d say in the next—ten seconds Roger’s going to go all poltergeist and start throwing things about.” And low and behold, I heard a very loud crashing and the sounds of Brian, Fred’s and Roger’s screaming at each other.  I cringed at the loudness of the banging and their yelling.  It was like hearing three banshees screaming in my ear.

Then with a snap of a finger, all went quiet.  I turned to granddad and saw that his left hand was slightly raised and his fingers were in a snap position.

“Took me over 20 years to figure it out but, now this room shall remain soundproof till they cease their petty arguments.” I smiled and said.

“God I wish I could do that.” He chuckled softly as he sat down on his bed.

“It’s definitely a gift worth having.” I then noticed how his face grew solemn. “Plus I—I need the silence.”

“Why’s that?” I asked with a tilt of my head.

“It’s nothing you need to worry yourself over (Y/n) dear. I wouldn’t want to bore you with the story.”

“No please. If you’re—willing to share with me, I’ll lend an ear. Believe me you’ve listened to plenty of my teenage drama.” His famed gapped-tooth smile came on display as he softly chuckled again.

“It’s not drama, it’s life. Everyone goes through it, even I did when I was your age. God I really do sound like an old man don’t I?”

“And yet you’re hardly pass the age of 24.” I said as I sat down beside him. “Come on tell me. Please.” I placed my hand over his and gave him my best puppy dog face.  He looked down at me before smiling softly and said.

“Alright you little puppy.” He patted my head before raising his hand and an old suitcase soon floated towards us.  It opened up and soon a photograph soon came out of it. He sent the suitcase back to the corner and held the picture in his hands.

It was a picture of my nana.  She was outside underneath a cherry blossom tree in what looked like a park.  She was beautiful with her long flowing brown hair, her belly showing signs of her pregnant with my father (probably around 3-4 months).  She wore a pretty purple dress and in her hair were 2 flowers.

“Today’s……well…..today would’ve been our 45th wedding Anniversary.” He said solemnly.  Oh shit that’s right. Nana’s been dreading this day in secret.  She hides it from my dad awfully well but I’ve heard her cry at night, crying out granddad’s name in her sleep whenever it was just the two of us at the house.  “I think that……that’s probably why I’ve still remained here on Earth, and never got the chance to move on.”

“How do you mean?” He continued to look down at the picture of nana.  His long, ghostly black fingers stroking along the picture, especially once the tips of his fingers touched her face which held a beautiful smile.

“Unlike the lads whose memories have been slowly fading away of their previous life when we were human. I—I always found myself thinking of my love, my wife, my best friend. And every now and then……memories would come back to me.”

“What kind of memories?” I asked as I held onto the sleeve of his shirt.  I looked up at him like a solemn child wanting to hear the story of their dead relative.

“Just—the small things. The sounds of her attempting to make breakfast. Poor Ronnie could never really cook well without at least trying to burn the flat down.” He chuckled the last part out which made me softly laugh. “The way she would put on her lipstick. So carefully.”

He looked up and he had this look of—wonderment. Wistfulness. His voice even whispered wistfully as he reminisced about him and nana.  A smile soon spread across his face as he continued to speak with admiration and love.

“I do remember that she always used lavender lotion. And when we’d embrace, I would pull her in. And breathe her in. So deeply. Then at night before we would go to sleep, she’d cuddle close to me and we’d whisper to one another with her first starting off, ‘I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die,’ then I would finish whispering in hers, ‘and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again’. Guess that saying became our reality.”

That’s what Nana always said to me when I was a little girl during the thunderstorms to calm me down.  She would always say that very line and then she taught me the second part.  Never did I imagine that I was saying granddad’s line back to her.

He stood up from the bed, his back facing me as he stood before the wall.

“But that was a long, long time ago. She’s—probably forgotten all about me. Moved on, probably had more kids with another man. Probably for the best.” God my heart was literally breaking at hearing this.

“I don’t think she did. I believe she couldn’t forget about you. I’m…..sure she felt the same way about you. And……couldn’t find it in herself to love another man as much as she loved you.” I said to him solemnly.

“Then I’ve caused her nothing but heartbreak and pain. She deserved to move on from me after my death. If she—if she has cling to the past, then……” he trailed off and I saw ghostly tears fall down his face.

I got up from the bed and slowly approached him.  I stood at his side for a moment before reaching out and taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.  He turned to me, his heartbroken face made me want to cry and just hug him.

Why did this have to happen to my family? To Queen’s family? Whoever or whatever happened on that fateful day deserves to burn in Hell because they took everything from these boys, from my nana, my father and me.

I embraced him and held onto him as tight as I could.  I felt granddad crumble in my arms as he wept into my shoulder.  My sleep shirt getting drenched with his tears, but it was worth it.

After standing there holding each other for a while, I wiped away his ghostly tears which floated into the air as soon as I wiped them off his face.

“Deacy, look there’s……there’s something I gotta tell you.” he separated from me.  His eyes went from heartbroken to concern in the snap of a finger.

“What is it are you okay?” God ever concerning for his loved ones safety.  Even when he not even five seconds ago had a mental breakdown.  He was willing to put his own feelings aside to ask if I was alright.

“I’m fine. I…….” this was it. I have to tell him.  I don’t know what the repercussions would be like, hell I may cause him to bring this entire farm to the ground, but I have to get this off my chest. “Deacy I’m……”

“Oi (Y/n)! Your cellphone’s been blaring off frantically and none of us know how to answer it.” Roger’s voice spoke up.  We looked up and there he had his head peaking through the roof of granddad’s room.

“You couldn’t have learned to knock first!?” Granddad snapped.

“Please I know about your sound proof ability in this room. Even if I tried you’d still never hear me. Now please (Y/n) go see who it was. If I have to hear that bell alarm one more time I’ll bring this whole farm to the ground.”

“Okay Rog I’ll be up there in a sec.” his head soon vanished back through the roof and I looked up to granddad and he said.

“Go on.” I walked up the stairs and headed towards Roger’s room where I grabbed my phone and saw that I had 2 missed calls from Nana, 12 unread texts from dad’s cell and 13 missed calls from dad’s cell.

“Shit.” I unlocked my phone and went to dad’s cell first just to let him have it with me.  After just one ring his frantic voice exclaimed out.

‘WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS!!’

“Dad I’m sorry. I meant to tell you I was going out of town but I forgot.”

‘Out of town? Out of town!? (Y/n) (m/n) Deacon you’ve been going out of town for the past 3 months and you’ve never once told me or your nana where exactly ‘out of town’ is. This is starting to become a problem.’

“But dad…..”

‘No buts! From now on I want to know where you are at all times, and all destinations are to be approved by me!’

“What?! That’s not fair!!”

‘Unfair?! You wanna know what unfair is!? Having your nana crying all day because of…….’ He trailed off. ‘Anyways she needed you. What would’ve happened to her if you weren’t there because you were ‘out of town’. Now I’ve got to get back to work but when I get home, I expect you there and then we’ll further discuss your punishment.’ And with that he hung up.  I growled and tossed my phone onto the bed before plopping down against it.

“Was it him again?” I looked up and there was granddad right at the door.

“You heard that?”

“Darling I think everyone from Pembroke heard.” He joked. I collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh and said.

“I don’t get why he’s so overprotective.”

“He’s your father. And he loves you.” he said as he came up to me.  I turned on my side and huffed.

“I doubt that.”

“Why would you say something like that?” he asked me.  I sighed heavily and said.

“Ever since mum left us when I was 12 for her new boy toy, dad’s thrown himself into his work. He’s never actually confronted the problem. He just buries himself into his work. There have been times where I needed him and he was never there. It was like I was invisible to him. And now all of a sudden he’s starting to care about me after practically ignoring me for most of my teen years! If I’m being honest…..I think he stopped caring about me a long time ago.” my voice cracked at the last statement.

I harshly wiped my tears away refusing to cry in front of him.  That’s when I felt his fingers gently grasp my chin and he turned my head to face him.

“Now you don’t mean that.”

“I do. I hate myself for thinking such a thing but it’s true.”

“A father never stops caring for their child. Sure he may pile on the work or can be strict but that’s because he can’t risk to lose you like he lost your mother. Being a parent—it’s the most frightening job in the world that not a lot of people can handle. But I would gladly like to have that chance of having that job. To have been there for my son if I had the chance. To love him, to care for him, to show him that dad’s aren’t just the type of walk away to the store or leave to record an album and never come back.”

He wiped my tears as he cupped underneath my jawline and we both looked into each other’s eyes.

“So never doubt your father doesn’t love you. Okay?” I nodded and said.

“I should get home then.” He smiled softly and nodded in agreement.

“Promise you’ll reach out to either Freddie or Brian when you reach home.”

“I promise. Tell the guys I said bye.”

“Will do poppet. Until next time.” He gave me a kiss to my forehead and I walked out of the house towards my car and drove all the way back to London.

On the drive back just a few miles out of Bristol, I stopped at a gas station to get me some breakfast.  When I picked me up some sweets I walked back to my car and started it up before finally pulling out of the gas station and continued down the road.

While driving on a stretch of wide open roads with fields and nothing but cattle, suddenly out of nowhere I saw a man frantically waving his arms back and forth. 

He looked like he had just came out of a pub fight, his clothes almost torn to shreds, his face all bloodied up, and he was even limping and might’ve had a broken shoulder with the way his left arm was dangling.

Something in my didn’t sit right and as much as I would’ve said I kept driving, I’d be lying.  I slowed down and rolled my window down and he came up to me and said.

“Oh bless you lass. I’ve been walking for miles with no one in sight.” American accent must be a tourist or something.

“Are you alright sir?” I asked him.

“I’ve had better days. Listen my car broke down several miles West. I’ve been traveling all night and couldn’t see a damn thing. Can you please give me a lift to the closest repair shop?”

“Uhh……”

“Please I know I’m asking a lot and this must seem like a creepy situation.” I’ve had creepier experiences, I mean I’m friends with the ghost’s of Queen. “I promise, all I need is a ride and I promise you’ll never see me again. I need to check in on my wife and daughter. They’re probably worried sick back at our cabin.”

“Alright. Get in.”

“Oh thank you so much. Thank you, thank you thank you.” he opened up my passenger door and sat down before closing it.  “I’ve tried to get a signal for hours but there’s hardly anything out here.” He joked.

“Yeah the selected country parts of the UK can have some pretty crappy service. Once we reach close to Bristol it should work. But I’m gonna have to briefly turn around just to get us there.”

“Do whatever you’ve got to do. You’re very kind to do this for a complete stranger. Your parents must be very proud of you.” my hands gripped the wheel tighter and I said.

“Yeah. Yeah they are.” I turned my car around and drove back to where I saw the Bristol exit. “So……how exactly did your car break down?”

“I don’t know it just started sputtering and the next thing I knew….” He blew out a raspberry. Suddenly my head started to pound like a drum.  I groaned as I rubbed my forehead trying to rid of the pain. “You okay?” he asked me.

“I—I don’t know I…..I need to pull over, right now.” I put my hazard lights up and pulled to the side of the dirt road.  I put my car in park and leaned forward.  God what the hell was going on? It’s like Roger was using my head as his personal drumkit. “Damnit what is wrong with me?”

“Perhaps you just need a bit of rest?” suddenly I felt something cover my mouth and nose.  Panic aroused from me as I tried to fight back but the man quickly grabbed hold of me and pressed the rag or sponge whatever it was harder against my nose.

Shit I should never have let this guy into my car! I watch crime shows for this very reason! I’m such a dumbass.  All I kept doing was trying to send a telepathic signal to Freddie hoping he would see what was happening but soon enough my fighting spirit ceased as my eyes soon closed and I was knocked out.

*John’s POV*

As the day went by finally the lads ceased their infernal argument and we were in the studio trying to see if we could finish up a new song that Freddie had written for (Y/n).  All the awhile I kept having this very bad feeling that something happened to her, something very bad.

“Deacy? Oi Deacon!” I snapped out of my daze that’s when Brian said.

“Geez you looked even more spaced out than you normally are.” I glared at him.

“I’m just—thinking about (Y/n).”

“Oooo, is our little Deacon in love with a new woman?”

“What?! Eww no you filthy mongrel. It’s…..Fred are you sure you haven’t heard anything from her?” I asked Freddie worriedly.

“Not yet my darling. But you know it’s a long drive between here and London. Maybe she’s still driving. You worry too much darling, she’ll be…..” suddenly he lurched forward almost as if in pain.

We all looked at him fearfully as his face contorted to absolute fear before he flung himself back against the chair.  His arms reaching upward like he was holding something, all the while struggling and grunting in a panic-like seizure.

We all gathered around him calling out his name before finally he lay there limp, his eyes closed and his face relaxed.  I turned towards Roger and Brian and they were just as confused and frightened as I was.

“Fred? Freddie. C’mon mate wake up.” Roger shook him. Suddenly Freddie’s eyes opened and he gasped out.

“It was horrible……the worst fear I’ve ever felt.” His breathing was shaky and his eyes frantically searched around the studio.

“What Fred? What did you see?” Brian asked.  It was then Freddie turned to me and he said regretfully.

“I’m sorry John. I’m really, really sorry. But you were right.” No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no it—it can’t be!

“What Fred don’t leave us hanging!”

“It was (Y/n) dears. She sent me a message. Someone’s kidnapping her.” At that point, had we’d been alive, our hearts would’ve sunk in fear.

“Who!? Who was it!?” Roger demanded as his drumkit got knocked over by the rage he felt.

“Calm down Rog! We’ll figure this out.” Brian assured him before turning back to Freddie. “Now Fred could you see anything? Like who it was? Or where she was at?”

“I just remember……fear. And muffled screaming.” Freddie sobbed as he gripped the side of his head.

“Okay, okay. Concentrate. The smallest detail will help us figure out who it could be.” Brian assured him.

“I couldn’t see him. But I felt her being pinned up……against someone’s chest. And…..it looked like she was in her-her car maybe? And…..” at this point his voice grew off into a haze as he tried to recall everything he saw through their telepathic message. “It smelled weird like—I don’t know I wish I could remember more!” Freddie leaned forward and wept.

Roger and Brian embraced him, rubbing his back gently shushing him.  At this point I couldn’t handle being in the studio anymore.  Somehow I ended back in my room, anger boiled inside me along with fear and heartbreak.  I then threw my head back and just let out the most agonizing scream I could.

If any mortal were to see, they would’ve seen all the windows shatter from every building Rockfield farm studios had.

*My POV*

When I came around I saw nothing but candlelight dancing through a dark room.  I groaned tiredly as my head was still slightly pounding but not as much as it was earlier.  When my vision finally started to become clear, that’s when I saw some familiar drawings surrounding me.

All the Satanic markings, ancient drawings, hell the room itself was familiar.  I was in the very room where I’ve been at in my dreams.

“I tried to warn you love. You’re meddling in things you shouldn’t be meddling in.” wait that accent.  I slowly raised myself up from the floor and soon coming into light from the fireplace was him.

The man from my dreams.

“It’s you.”

“Yes it’s me. Your personal boogieman. Look since you wouldn’t listen to reason through your dreams, you forced me to take drastic measures.” He said.  Wow this guy was really charming.

“You know an email or a threatening phone call would’ve sufficed.” I sassed at him.

“True but then you’d still probably go back to that farm. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me!”

“Oh on the contrary love, I know everything about you. (Y/n) Deacon, daughter to Robert and Sharleen Deacon who are divorced now right?” I glared at him. “Granddaughter to one Veronica Tetzlaff and John Richard Deacon. The bass player of the former band Queen. And you—little missy were just about to tell your granddad of who you really are.”

“So what if I was? You don’t know how lonely he is. If he knew that my nana still loved him and has told both my father and me about him…..”

“It could end the world.” I looked at him confused.  He sighed heavily shaking his head disapprovingly. “I hate involving normal people into my line of business, but you’ve left me no other choice.”

“Just who exactly are you?”

“The name’s John Constantine. My family’s been cursed with being the fine line between this world and the afterlife. It’s my job to ensure that no demonic or spiritual presence tries to threaten our world. And to ensure no dumb teenagers go poking their noses in forces far beyond their reach.”

“If you’re referring to the first time I went to the farm, it wasn’t my idea.”

“But it was your idea to keep going there. Meeting the ghosts of Queen. And for that, you’re causing a shift in the balance.”

“So what now? You going to kill me?” I threatened.

“No. See I can’t kill another human being without probable cause. That and since you’re a kid with a family, I’d rather not be interrogated by the police. And I wouldn’t want your dear ol granddad to haunt my arse for the rest of my days. I get enough of that already.” He walked over and grabbed something off the table and he continued, “This is your last warning love. Stay. Away. From Rockfield farm.”

“The boys will know something’s up if I suddenly stop coming around.”

“Which is why I’m going to put them out of their misery and send their souls to the great beyond. They’ll no longer be stranded here, they can freely go up to heaven, blah, blah, blah heavenly stuff you know all that.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Better me than something else. And trust me, there are far worse things than people like me that want a snag at a few stray ghosts.”

“And what if I refuse to do as you say?”

“Man you are a stubborn girl.” He muttered impatiently.

“Call it a family trait. What’s so dangerous for me to stay away from Rockfield Farm?” he groaned and said.

“I really didn’t want to admit this but I guess I’m gonna have to dumb it down for you.” God this guy was a real arsehole. “Unlike the other three members, your grandfather still holds onto the memories of his human life. And when a ghost does that, it makes them dangerous. Extremely. Dangerous.”

“You don’t know my granddad. He couldn’t hurt a fly much less hurt me.”

“Really?” he asked more skeptically than questioningly. I nodded proudly. “Then answer me this then love,” he walked up to me and leaned down close to my face. “If you do tell him who you really are to him, that makes him even more bound to you. Then say the next time someone, be it mortal or even demon even hurts you. His bound to you would become unstable. When ghosts become unstable, they lose any sense of humanity. And when they lost their humanity, they’re nothing but shells of endless wails and overpowering abilities. He could bring down an entire city if he wanted to just to get back at whoever hurt you. And that becomes messy for me to clean up.”

“Glad to know this is more about you not wanting to clean up a bit of mess.” I sneered.

“Not when the mess is millions of dead bodies who were nothing but collateral damage. Trust me love when I say that your granddad is bad news already being a ghost with memories. And here’s something else if you don’t believe me.” He pulled out his phone with a news media post that read.

EARTHQUAKE SHAKES MONMOUTH!

What felt like a 5.5 earthquake shook the entire community of Monmouth Wales. Out of nowhere the grounds began to shake and some witnesses have claimed that it was sourced at the old Rockfield farm studios where witnesses have also claimed to see windows exploding.

“I know you must’ve sent some sort of message to them when I grabbed you.”

“Wait that was you? But….the guy that grabbed me had black hair.”

“Simple transfiguration spell love. I thought kids your age watched Harry Potter?” I glared at him. “Now I want your solemn promise, you will not. Go. To Rockfield farm anymore.” I looked down and I said.

“I can’t just suddenly ghost them. No pun intended. Let me go back and say my final goodbyes to them.”

“I can’t even let you do that poppet. It’s either you stop going, or put your family in grave danger because of your selfishness.”

What do I do? What do I do? If I suddenly stop going to the farm, the guys will feel like I’ve abandoned them.  And Granddad he……he’ll be heartbroken the most.

“Well…..your answer?” he asked impatiently.

“Fine. I’ll do as you say.”

“That’s a good girl. Now then, I want you to wear this from now on until I can finish my job.” He held out a long silver chained necklace with a vile attached to it.

“Please tell me there’s no blood in that thing.”

“Don’t be stupid. It’s salt. Ghosts can’t get through a salt circle, nor can they get out of one. So long as you wear this, they can’t reach out to you telepathically.” He placed the necklace around my neck. “Oh and love, it’s best we keep this interaction a secret. Probably best to not let nana or daddy know of this.” He gave me a nod before suddenly placing the same cloth over my face and once again I was knocked out.

The last thing I heard him say was his warning.

“Now keep away for your family’s sake.”

When I awoke, I found myself in my own bedroom.  I was in my bed and pressed to my forehead was a warm rag.  I heard footsteps coming towards me and coming into my room was my nana.

“Oh (Y/n) you’re awake!” she quickly came up to me and cupped the side of my face frantically looking over me.

“Yeah uhh nana. I—I know this’ll sound strange but—how did I get here?”

“Don’t you remember? You drove all the way here but passed out as soon as you got to the door. You were freezing cold to the touch. I was so worried that you’d……” she pressed her hand over her mouth and I saw tears form in her eyes.

“Oh nana I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I worried you.” I hugged her and nuzzled her shoulder.  She wrapped her arms around me and she sniffled.

“It’s okay love. I just…..I just couldn’t bear it if I had to lose you too.” I looked down, my eyes shining with regret.

Maybe that Constantine guy was right.  Nana Ronnie loved me and dad so much, I could never live with myself if I got all of us hurt.  Maybe it is best if I just—forget about the guys.

I guess—in a way I’m glad I didn’t tell granddad the truth yet, cause if I stopped going there had I told him, he would never let me or the world forget it.

It's gonna be hard to just forget the guys but I have to. For Nana’s sake.

So as punishment from my ad, he grounded me for a month and basically put me on house arrest. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere unless it was to school and home.  Any other places that I needed to go to like the library, had to be approved by the boss man himself.

Constantine also was a constant pop up in my life.  This time he took my advice and actually managed to figure out my phone number and has been sending me text messages every other week or so.  He’d inform me that right now the grounds were too icy to travel to the farm so he’d have to wait till spring to perform the exorcism.

Of course I couldn’t find it in myself to respond back to him telling him it was fine.  I just deleted the messages and try to live on my life.  Now I won’t deny I’ve missed the guys, especially granddad.  For the first time in my life, I got to know more about my family than I ever had in years.  Only for it to be taken away from me because some threat that Constantine won’t really tell me about.

I know there’s gotta be more than just my granddad’s potential of becoming a ‘bad ghost’.  But I don’t know what.

Another couple months passed and finally it was springtime in England.  The cherry trees were in full bloom, the weather was now more cooler, and the typical spring showers washed away any remaining snow that was left.

I was currently at school and today we were doing the mile and a half run for PE (UGGGGHHHH!!!) I don’t even know why we have to do this run? It’s just a way for people to show off on who’s got the fastest timing just so they can get up on the leader boards in the locker room.

And of course with no friends in PE, the runs get VERY boring so I was left alone to run by myself.  That’s when I noticed something odd.  A crow kept trailing beside me, cawing every now and then.  At first I paid no mind to it (after all we get crows all the time).

But when I noticed that it was starting to swoop down closer and closer to me and literally following me no matter which way I swerved or even ran back, that’s when I got scared.  Thinking I could outrun it, I ran past any remaining students that still hadn’t completed the mile and a half run.  

The crow still right on my trail as it cawed and swooped down closer and closer to me.  I turned around and that’s when I was shocked to see it’s black eyes suddenly turn pure white.  Oh shit now it all makes sense, it was—suddenly the crow landed right on top of me and it was almost like my body just shut down as I collapsed right there on the ground.

Next thing I knew, I was in this empty blackness.  There wasn’t anything in sight and it was dead silent. No birds, no chattering peers, no crow, nothing.  Until……

‘(Y/n).’ I gasped at the familiar voice.

“D-Deacy?”

‘Do you know how worried we all have been for you? You’ve stopped coming to the farm. What has happened!?’ his worried tone made my heart clench.

“I’m sorry Deacy I……dad grounded me and then school got busy and……”

‘LIES!!!!’ sudden a harsh wind blew right in my face. It was like standing right next to a tornado or a hurricane with how hard this sudden wind gust was blowing right at me.  I would’ve been knocked over if it hadn’t suddenly stopped.

When I opened my eyes and put my arms down from my face there right in front of me was granddad. His eyes full of heartbreak and betrayal.

‘The last thing you ever sent to Freddie was your kidnapping. Who was it? Are they threatening you!?’ oh god don’t let him get mad don’t let him get mad.

“No. I—Like I told you Deacy life just became busy. And the roads got too dangerous for me to travel on.”

‘That didn’t stop you before. How come none of us could reach out to you? It was like you dropped off the face of the Earth!’

“I don’t know Deacy I just…..”

‘What?! Hmm?’ I sighed heavily and turned away from him.

“I can’t tell you.”

‘Can’t tell me. Tell me what?’

“It’s too dangerous Deacy I can’t tell you.”

‘What? What is so dangerous that you can’t tell me? Unless it’s the fact that you no longer like us and think we’re nothing but a bunch of washed up has-beens. A waste of your time!’

“No John Deacon it’s not like that at all and you know it!”

‘Then what!? WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF!?’

“I’M YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER!!” I gasped and covered my mouth. His expression went from anger to shock.

‘Wha—what did you…..say?’ I sighed heavily and said.

“Your wife, Veronica Tetzlaff. Her—your son Robert is my father. Which makes me her granddaughter. Your granddaughter.” His face still held that stoic but shocked expression.  He backed away from me and looked like he was trying to form words.

‘How long have you known?’ he asked me after a long bit of silence.

“After meeting you guys.” He exhaled sharply and rubbed his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry John I—I didn’t want it to be like this. I was gonna tell you back at the farm but then Roger he……”

‘Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.’ He turned fully away from me.  His shoulders rising and falling rapidly as his breathing got deeper.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry granddad!” suddenly a flash of light blinded me and the next thing I knew I was hearing concerned mutters around me and my instructor Mrs. Hood say.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) Deacon can you hear me?” I let out a gasp and sobbing out.

“I’m sorry granddad. I’m so sorry.” I then just curled up and wept hysterically.

After that I was sent home early and Nana was my personal nurse. She asked me what exactly happened but I refused to answer her.  I just kept silent throughout the rest of the day.  Of course not wanting to push me, Nana left me alone for awhile and told me that dinner would soon be ready.

Right as soon as she left, my phone made it’s text tone. I reached out for it and it read out.

COME TO HYDE PARK IMMEDIATELY. NO EXCEPTIONS!

Constantine.  I looked out towards my window and saw the branch that always hung right beside it. I knew I’d never make it pass Nana by going through the front or back door, so my best bet was taking the window. I ran up to it and opened it up and looked back to make sure that she wasn’t coming back up.

Then as carefully as I could, I got onto the branch of the tree and crawled to where the branch was the sturdiest.  I looked down and it didn’t seem like that much of a high jump.  So I held onto the branch and dangled there for a brief moment before exhaling out.

“Okay. One….two…..three.” I let go and landed on the ground before quickly racing towards the shed to grab my bike.  Once I had it, I pedaled to the park.

When I got to the park, I stopped right by the lake and stood underneath the lamp post.  It was maybe a minute later when the light suddenly started to flicker before going off. Soon the rest of the lights began to flicker before they too went off.

“You didn’t listen to me at all, did you love?” I turned and there coming right up behind me was John Constantine. “One thing. I ask one thing of you and you couldn’t even do that. Why didn’t you keep that salt necklace on like I told you?”

“It’s not like I had any choice. My PE teacher saw it and she forced me to take it off while we did our mile and a half run. She even pocketed it in her own pockets and refused to give it back till I finished the run. That’s when……”

“Brian possessed that blasted crow just so your granddad could talk to you. And then you go off and tell him the truth, didn’t you?”

“Again not my choice. He forced it out of me. I didn’t want him to think I had just abandoned them. Forgotten them! You know my life was perfect till you came along and had to fuck it all up!” I snapped at him.

“Oh believe me love, if you think I’m fucked up. Then you’re really not gonna be happy about what else is coming. Because of your reckless confession, now he’ll be after you.”

“If you mean my granddad that’s fine! At least now he knows his family hasn’t abandoned him!”

“I wasn’t referring to him.” He said grimly.  Wait what? What was he meaning?

“Then what—”

“I’ll explain later. For now because of your big mouth, I’m gonna need to take you somewhere safe. Follow me.” He turned around and walked onward.  I stayed in my spot thinking what could he be talking about? “Oi love stop your gawking and let’s get a move on! You’re exposed out here so let’s go!”

I followed behind him taking my bike with me as I kept thinking just what exactly could he be mean by Him.  If it wasn’t my granddad I needed to worry about, then who?

*3rd Person POV*

Veronica was just finishing setting up the table for supper. She took her spinach casserole out of the oven and set it on the table and called up to (Y/n).

“(Y/n) dear. Dinner time!” when she didn’t get a response she looked up from the table and took off her oven mits. “(Y/n)?” she walked up the stairs.  Unaware that a hand print came visible along the kitchen window.

Veronica came to (Y/n)’s room and when she looked inside and didn’t see her granddaughter there, she began to panic.

“(Y/n)? Where are you?” she looked in her closet hoping to find her hiding in there. “Don’t play around now love nana’s getting scared!” she quickly ran towards her son’s room to see if she had gone in there.  She looked and looked but there was no sign of her granddaughter anywhere.  “I love you so much don’t do this! (Y/n)!”

She came back downstairs and suddenly noticed that the house had grown colder.  She thought maybe it had to do with the thermostat so grabbing her glasses she went over to the thing but saw that it was still at the normal temp. that her son always kept it on.

So……why was it growing colder and colder with each second?

As she could see her breath visibly come out with each exhale, a haunting, whispery like moan echoed through the house.  Then she heard her name being called out.

“Veronica.” Panicked Veronica quickly went back up the stairs towards her room and quickly shut the door and locked it.  She huddled against the corner of her room holding her Catholic cross necklace as she proceeded to plead the Lord’s prayer.  

All the while her door suddenly started to frost over and started to bang and rattle, like someone was trying to break into her room.

“Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from……” as she continued with the Lord’s prayer only to have her door suddenly come down. And floating right there, she let out a horrified scream as she saw standing right before her very eyes.

The ghost of her dead husband.  Beneath him a trail of black blood followed him as she slowly walked towards her extending his arm out to her.  Groaning and moaning her name with agony.

Terrified Veronica let out a horrified scream as she tried to pray to God for protection.

“DELIVER US!” she cried out.

“Veronica……” She continued to scream in terror as she clenched her hand over her heart. “Help…..me…..” John pleaded as his mouth dropped in a haunting manner as Veronica finished.

“FROM….EVIL!!!” As she leaned her head against the wall all she could do was gasp and cry out in fear.

Coming in from another long shift at work, Robert came into the house and felt the coldness of it.  But what frightened him was the fact he could hear his mother’s panicked screams from upstairs.  He immediately dropped his stuff and raced up the stairs exclaiming.

“MUM!! MUM I’M COMING!!! HOLD ON!!” When he finally came into her room, the only thing he saw was his mum leaning against the corner, her face contorted into fear, tear stains on her face and she was clenching her heart in fear. “Mum! Mum are you okay what happened?”

She couldn’t speak.  All that came out of her were gasps and whimpers of fear.  Fearing she was having a heart attack, Robert phoned the ambulance.  

Within minutes, they loaded her up and quickly took her to the hospital with Robert holding her hand trying to comfort his mum who was still in hysterics.  He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed his daughter’s number.

*My POV*

Constantine had taken me to a safe house (to me it looked more like a bunker).  All around there were books about spells, demons, every creature imaginable.  Dusty tables with ingredients that you would find only in a voodoo shop.

“What is this place?”

“My own personal safe house. You were here before. Just down in the basement. Here no ghosts or demons can even get a mile from this place. Now then, let’s start off with—” my phone suddenly rang and he glared at me.

“Sorry it’s not like this is a movie theater.” I took my phone out and saw that it was my dad. Oh bugger! I internally groaned as I slid the answer button and I said slowly.

“Hey dad.”

‘First I’m not even gonna ask where you are. All I want you to do right now is get to London hospital as fast as you can.’

“What? What do you mean dad is everything okay?” before he could answer, I heard Nana Ronnie’s panicked voice gasp out.

‘My John! My John was a horrifying black-eyed demon!’ my eyes grew wide.

‘Just get to the hospital and I’ll meet you in the lobby. Your……Your nana’s had an accident.’ I was frozen in my spot.

“It can’t be.” I whispered.

‘(Y/n)? Did you hear what I said?’

“Yeah. Yeah dad I’ll be there soon.” I hung up the phone and Constantine looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. “Nana saw granddad. He scared her so badly that she’s on her way to the hospital.” He rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry love. I really am.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Well…….” I glared up at him telling him to not bullshit me.

“Don’t suddenly change your statement now. You’ve told me that something like this could happen. I should never have gone up to that farm in the first place. If I hadn’t nana wouldn’t be dying.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do! You should’ve heard her Constantine. She—she sounds like she could die from shock.”

“I hate to bring this up now love but—you do know what has to be done now right?” tears slipped down my face and I asked him.

“Promise me that they won’t suffer.”

“Passing on for a ghost is like going to sleep for us. I promise they won’t feel a thing. I’ll have a cabbie take you to the hospital to see your Nan and father. And hey,” he came up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, “You’re doing the right thing. The spirits of Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon don’t belong here on Earth anymore. They’ve suffered enough being restless spirits. I’ll let you know when it’s done.”

He then left the bunker without another word.  Just like he promised within 10 minutes a cab was waiting for me outside and the cabbie drove me to the hospital.

Once I got there, I saw my dad sitting anxiously on one of the chairs in the waiting room.  When he saw me, he came up to me and I looked up at him with eyes full of tears.  We didn’t say a word till I suddenly embraced him and I wept into his chest, pleading for forgiveness.

My dad wrapped his arms around me and stroked down my hair trying to comfort me.  Together the two of us sat there and waited until a doctor would come and tell us nana’s update.

*3rd Person POV*

As the night grew darker, John Constantine arrived at Rockfield farm studios to finally put an end to the restless spirits of Queen.

“Alright, first to send these guys onward. Then focus on the real threat.” He grabbed some essence candles, a container of salt, his lighter, and an old iron candelabra shaft. He walked towards the barn with his bag of ghost equipment and he said as he stood right out the house. “Time to finally have some fun.”

He walked up the steps of the porch and opened up the wooden door of the living quarters.  As it opened, it made its famed creaking sound and Constantine slowly walked inside.

“Alright where are you yah hard rocker ghosts?” he muttered.

‘You want us John Constantine? You’ve got us!’ soon a swarm of starlings suddenly flew out from the fireplace and burst through the windows. Frantically making their chirps and calls as they swarmed practically the entire house.  Knocking over every antiques scattered throughout the house, damaging the curtains, and most of all trying to get a stir out of Constantine.

Constantine swatted the birds away with the candelabra shaft but it didn’t deter them away. Then as quick as they came, they soon vanished and the only thing standing there was him and Brian May’s ghost.

“I should’ve known you were the one behind the animal’s odd behaviors. I forget you also had an interest in animals, right?” Brian’s snide smile was cold as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Call it a side hobby. And I don’t control them. I share their vision to see beyond the reaches of the farm.” Constantine nodded snidely and sarcastically stated.

“How sweet of you.”

“Now tell us this,” Roger’s voice soon spoke up.  Roger came out from the raging fireplace and continued, “How is it that when our sweet, loving (Y/n) suddenly stops coming around, it’s your ugly mug that we have to keep seeing snooping about the farm grounds?”

“And more importantly, what did you do with our beloved darling?!” Freddie’s voice snarled as he came up behind Constantine.

“Look gents if you really think I harmed her in any way you’re poorly mistaken. I just gave her some strict warnings to stay away from here less her and her family be in danger. Now enough gab, and let’s get down to work.”

“What kind of trouble?” Deacy’s voice soon spoke up.  Coming out from the shadows was John Deacon’s spirit.

“Ahh, the grandfather. The guest of honor at last has arrived.”

“Enough talk, what did you mean trouble?!” Deacy demanded.

“Nothing you need concern yourself about. I’ll handle it from here, for now you lot can just move on after I—” suddenly Constantine was pushed up against the wall.  The iron candelabra was tossed out of his hand and soon Deacy stood face to face with Constantine.

“Tell. Me. What’s. After. My. Family?” Constantine sighed heavily.

“Not a what. A who. A demon has been eyeing your granddaughter ever since she met you lot.”

“A demon?” questioned Roger.

“Yes. Beelzebub. One of the high keepers of Hell.”

“What does he want with our (Y/n)?” demanded Freddie.

“Apparently he’s pissed at not only the fact that the living is conspiring with the dead. But that it’s family related. Having future generations meet face to face if one is dead and the other living is strictly forbidden according to Hell and Heaven’s laws. As soon as I found out that she was being targeted by Beelzebub, I’ve tried to send her warnings about it to stay away from here.”

“Those dreams she’s been having. You were behind them all along?” Freddie said.

“Yes. But apparently she still kept coming. Mostly because of you John Deacon. Then I got a message from one of Beelzebub’s lackies a week before I came in contact with (Y/n).

“More like kidnapped!” Brian hissed.  Constantine rolled his eyes and continued.

“Kidnapped, met with her, same thing. The point is, he told me that Beelzebub was not only coming for her, but for the rest of her family too. And he’s already managed to trick your living wife into seeing what you’ve become.”

“He’s hurt Veronica!?” Deacy raged out as the house began to shake.

“Deacy, Deacy dear calm down.” Freddie tried to soothe.

“Not hurt. But he sure as hell gave your wife a hell of a scare. And if I don’t stop him now, he’ll hurt (Y/n) as well as her father.”

“Robert.” Deacy whispered.  Constantine nodded.

“So because of her interacting with us, we’ve marked her for dead?” Roger asked.

“Not if we can stop Beelzebub first my darlings.” Freddie said.

“How Fred? We can’t leave the farm grounds. We tried to when we first became ghosts it’s impossible to leave!” Brian said.

“You guys won’t be going.” Deacy said.

Everyone looked at the young bass player’s spirit.  His friends and brothers looked at him like he was talking crazy.

“Deacy you’re not suggesting…..”

“I am Brian. The only one going is me.”

“Absolutely not dear I positively forbid it! I forbid you going alone!” Freddie said as he floated right in front of Deacy.

“You can’t suede me Fred. Not this time.”

“Deacy I know—”

“No Brian you don’t know what I’m going through!” Deacy snapped.

“Deaks she’s our family too. We love her just as much as you do. If she’s in danger then let us help you.” Roger said.

“No Roger. I’ve already risked my living family’s lives, I don’t want to risk you guys too.” Deacy then turned to Constantine and he said in a firm tone, “Do you know a way a ghost can leave his burial prison?”

“There might be a spell.” Constantine shrugged nonchalantly.

“Perform it then.”

“Sorry mate can’t do that. See I only came here for one purpose and one purpose only. And that was to send you and your friends to the great beyond. If you lot don’t go then you put yourselves at even greater risk of going straight to the looney bin of ghosting.” Constantine then felt Deacy’s hand at his throat, slowly squeezing it and he was slowly being raised up till he was almost at the ceiling.

“And if you don’t brew up something that’ll allow me to save my family, I’ll reach into the deepest parts of your brain and pull out each painful memory one by one forcing you to feel exactly how I’ve suffered and will suffer if anything happens to my family.”

“Alright! Alright you win!” Deacy released his grip and Constantine was dropped to the floor. He rubbed his throat and let out a few coughs. “Bloody hell now I see where your granddaughter gets her stubbornness from.”

“Enough talk. What is it you need to brew this spell up?” Deacy ordered.

“Nothing to exotic. Just the skull of an owl, feather of a crow, fur of a black cat, a few bluebells, and a dash of paprika.”

“We can manage that. Roger you know where the paprika is, Brian you can get the bird stuff, and I know where to find Midnight.” Freddie said.  The three ghosts all left the living room leaving the two Johns in the room.

“A word of warning for you John Deacon, your powers might not be as strong as they are here on the farm. Also you’ll be prone to every ghost weakness in the book. Iron especially.”

“I don’t care. All I want is for my family to be safe, and for Beelzebub to go back to hell where he belongs. He picked the wrong family to target.”

“Family man till the end. That’s either very admirable or very stupid of you.” when the guys got back with the ingredients, Constantine grabbed his bag and brought out the gauntlet he was going to use to send the guys away, and poured the ingredients in.

“Deacy are you sure you should go at this alone?” Freddie asked worriedly.

“It has to be me Fred. If Beelzebub wanted to get a message out to me, he should’ve had the balls to come here himself. Not bring (Y/n), Veronica or Robert into this mess.”

“Alright Deacon, it’s ready. Just stand right over there.” Constantine said as he pointed to the center of the room.  Deacy floated to where Constantine wanted him.  As he poured out the sand mixed with the ingredients he needed, Constantine began to chant in ancient tongues.  He circled around John pouring the sand out till it formed a circle.

He stood in front of him and held his hands downward to the ground.  The sand suddenly sparked into a ring of fire as Constantine’s chanting grew louder and faster.  Freddie, Brian and Roger stood there in shock at seeing their youngest brother and band member suddenly in a ring of fire that seem to spin faster and faster as it rose over John’s entire body.

At one final command, the fire disappeared and John’s spirit was gone.

“Where did he go?” asked Freddie.

“He’s been sent to the heart of London. But finding his family is all up to him now.” Constantine explained.

The three ghosts turned to look at each other worriedly and hoped that their friend would be okay.

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Friends With Benefits Ch 7 - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter VII ~ Old Habits Die Hard.

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Word Count : 4K

Warnings : Angst. Oh, and nsfw. smut. 18+.

Series Summary : What happens when two, lonely friends start seeing each other for sex? A tricky friends with benefits love story, when feelings get in the way.

A/N : Welcome to chapter 7! This ones kinda heavy, but so important because we finally kinda get a look into both their minds. I hope you enjoy! 🖤 Also, you might want to punch them both in the face after reading this and that is totally valid.

Ch.6 Recap : Keanu and Y/N enjoy a wonderful night, waking up together nice and close, sharing snuggles. However, an argument ensues about their relationship, when Keanu proposes the idea of making a public appearance together. He leaves, leaving them both disappointed.

It’s true what they say about suffering.

Merely the minds refusal to accept reality.

As he sits alone at the bar, Keanu wonders to himself, if that’s what it really was. This illusion, of emission, affection, companionship, if it was all just a well fledged, textbook recipe for

Suffering.

He sips his drink, an ambers dewy glow, the aged whiskey lets him dial down the volume of his thoughts. He swirls it in his glass, the clink of the cubes, dwelling on the flavour as it hits his tongue. He holds it still for a moment, letting the burn perverse. The deep, rummaging burn, a relief in its own right.

Maybe that’s all he deserved.

Burn.

The bar is filled with people, some young, some old. The diversity is nice, allows him to sink into the sea of faces, in a world where all he wanted, in this moment, was to erase away to his own anguish.

Just when he’d feel that maybe, just maybe with Y/N, things could be different, he’d be reminded the next second,

that they couldn’t.

Anytime he felt, for the slightest moment, that maybe, she could be something more, they could be something more, she’d reject. The leaving all so sudden a week before, the disappearing for days on end right when they’d start to get close, this morning; the way she’d finally mustered it out, her feelings towards their label. It was clear, transparent as could be, Y/N didn’t feel what he did. Whatever it is; these feelings that he felt.

He’d dreamed of a lot. He’d dreamed endless, of what his life would be. A sufficient car by 20, a worthwhile career by 25, a loving wife by 30, lovely children of his own by 35. A home. He’d dreamed of building a home.

He was grateful, there’s no denying it. He’d been fortunate enough to be gifted all the things he needed, a career he would thank the sky for each day, where he’d been able to showcase his passion for his craft. He’d earned all the material things. He had more than enough, more than he’d ever need to be happy.

But he didn’t have what he perhaps wanted more, than all the superficial. That void, the companionship he wanted, never filled. Vacant, hallow, a part of him he might never fill.

Perhaps that’s why he felt the way he did, with Y/N. She’d been filling the void. The need for companionship, trust, intimacy, the need for connection. She’d made him feel not alone, in the endless crowds of people, everyone who seemed so happy, so content, as if mocking him each step.

She understood him, in a way no other had before. She got how it feels, to be alone. Perhaps, because she was too. She’d been a dire reflection of him, mirroring his tepid, half sheltered heart. The heart that longs, for so much more.

Was he…taking advantage of her? Is this, what they’d call toxicity? Two individuals, trapped in the same web of their pitiful selves, embodying the consecrate of unfulfilledness?

How good would it be, if she’d felt the same? If she’d wanted him in more, in the way he wanted her? As the time passed, the days turned to nights, the tick bestowing further, the time spending away, not making either of them younger, Keanu felt. He felt, that maybe, she was what he needed.

But not in the way he had her now, not in this way at all. He wanted more of her; separate from her physical form, the connection, the trust, the intimacy, but wrapped in the blameless bow of something more,

love.

In sickness and health, till death do apart. That mundane, esteemed, distinguished form of what they’d been craving; intimacy.

But she didn’t want it. She wanted what they had already established. A dependent relationship of physical euphoria. A temporary relief from their busy lives. A sex based affiliation. He couldn’t blame her, it’s what he’d agreed to as well. And now, they were too far gone to perhaps ever make more of it.

This is what she wants. This is what makes her happy. So he’d keep it that way, because her contentment, is invaluable.

Even if it means, for him,

to suffer.

He’d been swept away in the cognitions of his mind, trapped wallowing in his own desolation, an endless stream of what could be, when the seat beside him occupies. A woman, younger than him by far, erogenous, the scent of malted liqueur stippling her skin. Her luscious locks rest on her exposed shoulders, her dress suggestively low cut, leaving little to the mind’s curiosity.

She leans in further, resting her arms on the bar counter, closer to Keanu than he would have liked. In a moment too soon, her sultry voice proceeds. 

“What’s a hunk like you doing here alone?”

He cautiously pulls away slight, enough to keep a feasible distance. Her gaze shrieked thirst, and she wanted it quenched, by him.

“Just having a drink before heading home, thank you.” Keanu nods, turning his head to face forward. This, was not what he wanted. Not right now.

She lowers her gaze to his dark swept jeans, biting her lip, stifling. With her touch piercing, she grazes her index finger to his thigh, suggestive. 

“And how is a mere drink, supposed to satisfy a man like you?” She peeves. “How about we get another order of drinks, huh?” She purses, her eyes practically stripping him whole. “Can I get two Manhattans on bar, please?” She gestures.

“I’m alright, thank you, miss.” Keanu replies, short, voice thick with disinterest. He turns away again, attempting to mind his own business, when she touches his forearm.

“Please, don’t call me ‘miss’.” Leaning in close, her breath traces his ear as she speaks. “Unless you want me to call you sir…”

He pulls back, ready to leave the barstool, when his phone vibrates in his pocket. Sighing, he pulls it out to see her name flash the screen. Y/N.

“Excuse me.” Keanu tells the lady, taking the call, as the lady glances the name cross his screen. “Hello?” He answers.

“Hey,” Y/N’s silken voice chimes on the other end. There’s a drop of nervousness laced in her tone, although he can’t quite seem to pinpoint it.

“Hey.” He replies, trying his best not to come off too dejected.

“What’s up?” She asks, the line flat quiet on the other side. She must be alone.

“Nothing, just having a drink.”

“Oh…” Y/N glums. He swore there was disappointment on her lips. “That’s cool. Whiskey neat?” She smiles on the other end.

“On the rocks today.” He chuckles quiet. She remembered little things like that about him, his likes and dislikes, preferences. She’d come to know him quiet well over the years.

“Ahh, I see. It’s that kinda day.” The line falls silent on the other end. Normally, Keanu would be delighted to speak with her, their conversations never dying down, never awkward. But after this mornings outburst, he didn’t understand why she’d dialed him so soon. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

He hears an audible sigh on the other end, before she starts. “Listen, Ke. I just wanted to check in and make sure we’re okay. I know I came off a bit harsh this morning, and I was a bit out of line, I admit. You know that I appreciate you, right?”

“Yeah.” His deep voice barely speaks.

“You know you’re important to me. Really important. I’m sorry, I had no right to speak to you how I did. I understand you were just making a friendly gesture and I know our relationship is really unique, but I love that it works for us. And I just please, need to hear that you’re not upset or offended.” She sighs. “I wanted to thank you for coming over last night, and staying with me. I really needed a friend yesterday. And I’m sorry that we left on a sour note this morning.” She quietly chuckles, probably rolling her eyes at herself on the other end. She did that a lot, it was one of her most lovable quirks. “I don’t know where the sudden mood change came from, I must be PMSing or something.”

Keanu’s eyes glance down for a moment, happy to hear her voice, yet the feeling of melancholy never quite leaves his being. Y/N had apologized, but she hadn’t retracted any of her statement. It went to prove, that everything she said, is how she must have truly felt.

She didn’t want to be more. She didn’t want him the way he had begun to want her. And she perhaps, never will.

“It’s alright, Y/N. You didn’t even have to call.” Keanu replies, swirling the amber liquor in his glass.

“No, Keanu, I did. I was out of line. I didn’t want you to be upset with me.”

He lets a small grin creep his lips. “You know I can’t be upset with you, Y/N.” Despite their reconciliation, his dusty, chocolate orbs never quite mirror the small smile his lips pursue.

She giggles, her voice honeyed, a breath of fresh air from the suffocation around him. “Well, I would have loved to spend all day with you today. I know it’s evening now, but if you’re free…” She paused brief. “We could, get together? Have a meal? I could also use some us time later if you want…”

His eyes glance down, an small exhale emitting his lips. Things were back to normal. 

But was that what he even wanted?

“That sounds great. I’m just heading home, meet me there?” He asks.

“Sure. I’ll see you soon, alright?”

“Alright.” He speaks.

He decides. He’d rather have her, than not have her at all. Even if it was on her terms, the way she wanted, their relationship however she preferred. He needed her in his life in some form.

Even if it was just dinner,

and a fuck.

Sighing, he palms his wallet in his jeans, ready to head out, as the woman grabs his arm again, before he can set the phone back into his pocket. 

“Listen,”she drips. “You’re hot, I’m hot. The night is still young…” Fiddling his sleeve, she draws in closer. “Just a one-night thing, yeah?”

Keanu asserts his features, annoyance now apparent. Pushing her hand away, he speaks, firm. “Miss, please.” He straightens his shirt out, standing. “I have a girlfriend.” The lady frowns, rolling her eyes. “That Y/N you just spoke to?”

Standing, he throws his leather jacket on, reaching for his keys. “Yes. Not that it’s any of your business.” Throwing his due on the bar counter, as well as a generous tip, Keanu leaves, trying his best to focus on nothing more, than seeing his Y/N soon.

If, he could even call her that.

He didn’t even think he could dream of being with another woman, besides Y/N, now. He’d tasted the best, the purest form of nirvana.There was no going back now.

Little to his knowledge, a shocked Y/N listens on the other end of the call still, the phone held in tight grip to her ear, shaken at the words he’d just spoke. She wasn’t sure if she should be glad, that he’d forgot to hang up, or disappointed.

Had he just called her his girlfriend?

-

They’d arranged a date. She’d initiated it. She’d have to go through with it now, especially after what she’d done this morning. Even if her feelings had got the best of her, from what she’d heard.

Why had he called her his girlfriend? Was she just an excuse now? A weapon for him to flaunt?

She’d be lying if she hadn’t dreamt of it being that way. How they could be, how their relationship would be she were his girlfriend. She’d take him any day, but not this way. Not when he didn’t feel the same.

The rain falls, peppering his front yard. Each leaf glosses, she watches it globe while she waits for him at the door. The pools flood, leaving small puddles speckled along the yard. This darn rain.

Was it ever going to stop?

In a moment, Keanu glides the bulky doorframe open, closing the gate behind her with the switch of a button. “Hey,” He smiles, pulling her in for hug. He seemed happy to see her.

“Hi.” She quietly replies, wrapping her arms around his neck for a brief hug.

“Everything alright?” He asks, letting her go as they walk into the kitchen. He’s got the window cracked slightly ajar, the sound of the drumming rain apparent on their ears. In the center of the granite countertop, the slow glow of a candle waves. She focuses on it, collecting her thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Moving towards her, his deep voice empathizes. “Doesn’t seem like it.” As he sets himself down on the kitchen counter stool, he pats the vacant seat beside him. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” He soothes a rub to her arm.

“Yeah.” Taking place beside him, she rubs her temples, not sure how to start on the subject. Keanu looked happier than she’d seen him last. It had hurt her so, so bad to make him feel the way he did earlier that morning, the expression of hurt on his face, the sorrow, it killed her. She didn’t want it to return, as she sat beside him now.

But it had to be spoken about. She’d heard what she had on the phone, and she needed an explanation. For her own sanity.

And maybe, just maybe, this, could be the spark of a conversation. The spark of this relationship, becoming something new.

Cautiously, she lets out a heavy exhale, finally connecting their eyes. Encouragingly, Keanu’s hand finds hers as he holds it, assuring her that her thoughts and feelings, would always be safe with him.

“Keanu…I…”

His fingers lace with hers, assuring her with a soft hold. “Go on, sweetheart.”

Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, she speaks. “You left your phone on after our call. I overheard you talking to some, woman?”

His expression falls, stoic, eyes glancing down as his hand lets go of hers.

The assurance. Gone.

“And…you said I was your girlfriend. Me, Y/N. I just-”

Before she can finish, he cuts her off. “Y/N, that woman was trying to get me to take her home. I needed an escape, and you were the last girl on my mind, so I ended up using your name. It meant nothing more. I’m sorry you had to hear it.”

Y/N’s expressions go flat as well, and she can’t help the dissatisfaction coating her look. She thinks to herself, of course, he didn’t actually feel the same as her. He was merely using her name, because it was the first to pop into his mind at the time.

She wasn’t special. She cursed herself for evening letting the thought sneak her mind.

“Oh…alright.” Y/N fixes her smile, trying her best to shine it his way. Only this time, it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, either. “Just making sure.” She quietly laughs, trying her best to keep her blues hidden.

Keanu pulls back cautiously, moving in his seat to give her space. “Right. I mean we could never...you know. We’re not in that place.” He guardedly speaks, running a hand through his hair. Keanu had said those words, only to keep things the way she wanted.

This is what she wants to hear. She doesn’t want more, Keanu. He thinks to himself. Don’t fuck it up again.

“Right. Not in that place.” Y/N nods, compliant. It’s a different story, that those words pierced through her skin, through the reveries of her heart. He’d never be in that place with her.

It’s time she accepted it.

“Dinner then?” Keanu asks. “I’m starving.”

“Sure.” She giggles, allowing the feelings flooding her mind to keep at bay, for now.

-

Dinner went by, although the tones different than they normally were. Conversation had been a little more awkward, a little more forced. It seemed as if, the events of today had trapped them in their own cageful minds, their true selves never being awarded the freedom they’d once relished in.

They both felt it; there was no denying it. Things were different now, after today. Both their feelings, hidden, confined away, imprisoned in the depths of their cognizance. They clawed to be free. Yet neither of them would dream of allowing it that way.

Not at the risk, of losing one another.

-

They say old habits die hard.

They say, you should respect yourself to walk away.

To end the suffer, if it’s not pushing you to what you need.

But old habits, they do die hard.

Especially, when they’re laced with fear. Fear of losing what you want most.

Late into the night, after dinner and half executed attempts to carry conversation, here you were, again. In the quiet of his bedroom, you’d found yourself, legs wrapped around Keanu’s waist, grasping his shoulders as he slips a condom for protection on himself. In anticipation, you watch his hands move, eager to feel him close.

Something you hadn’t felt, all day. In more ways than just one.

Studying his features, you see him tense, he’s not his normal, lively self. Perhaps you’d been the same, the natural frown that you so badly wanted removed would not budge off your lips. He positions himself, nestled between your legs spread open for him in the darkness of his bedroom. The moonlight filtering in allows him to catch glimpse of your face. Your beautiful face, which he wished he could kiss so tenderly, so affectionately.

All of you, which he so desperately craved to be his. In a way greater than this. But that wasn’t possible, so for now, this would suffice.

This physical bond would suffice.

“Ready?” His deep voice rummages, hands planting firm to your hips. You nod your head, biting your lip. With one steady thrust, he sinks into you deep, pausing briefly to allow you to adjust. Within seconds, he begins rocking, rotating his hips skillfully, setting a rather brutal pace. A moan slips your lips into the dark of the bedroom, his grip on your waist tightening as he pounds into you.

To the sound of the bedframe creaking, the headboard hitting the wall behind, your thoughts race a mile a minute. Today is different. The sex, isn’t the same.

Normally, Keanu appreciates each inch of you, you communicate with each other, compliment each other, yet today, proves a dire contrast. You lay beneath him, taking him as he drives into you. His pace is faster today, as if he’s trying to get it over with. His hands hold tight to your body, as one spare moves to cup your breast, his girthy cock reaching the deepest part of you, hitting your edge each time. His eyes focus on your bountiful breasts, bouncing perfectly to his rhythm, your nipples hardening as he fondles them, cupping as he pleases.

You let out an ear-splitting moan, after trying your best to keep them in tonight. The mood was different; you weren’t even sure if you should be moaning. But regardless, Keanu is fucking you so well, so good, you find it practically impossible to hold off, your face turning red as a result. Your fingernails dig into his back, watching his thrusts become frantic, you feel yourself weakening.

You watch his eyes clasp tight shut, small, ragged gasps leaving his lips in breathy exhales. He grunts, pushing into you. Feeling him twitch inside you, you know he’s close. You feel your skin becoming flushed, trickles of sweat peppering your forehead at the way he’s undoing you so well, his throbbing cock jammed deep inside your clenched cunt, whole, you can feel yourself dripping each time he pulls out, only to slam back in.

The sounds your making only turn you on more, your drenched wetness slick on his cock, the sounds your cunt makes send shivers down his spine, and he shudders knowing he wont last long. Wrapping your legs around his waist tighter, you try your best to pull him as close as possible, urging to feel the most friction to your sore, aching center.

With a particularly deep, harsh thrust, you come all over his cock, your orgasm taking you whole, sending piercing shocks through your mind. Your thoughts haze, the only feeling you feel is the oblivion he’s spilled you into. Within a few rockier thrusts, you feel Keanu spill his creamy load deep inside you, his cock still throbbing, his lips let out a loud moan, his palms digging into your hips. Your bodies jolt from the aftershocks, coming down from your highs.

He sighs, letting heavy breaths fall from his lips as he pulls out, leaving your cunt pulsating, he falls beside you on the bed, keeping a slight distance. You try not to let the tears fill your eyes, but they do.

They inevitably do.

Just this morning, you’d woken up in his arms, holding him close, as he held you. Now, into the late of the night, you’d just had sex with him, except it had been completely different.

This, wasn’t the type of sex you normally had. This was toxic sex. The type of sex you have, when you want to feel something so, so bad, when nothing else fills that void.

Pulling the duvet up higher to your chest, you attempt to cover yourself as you turn to your side. He lays still, staring up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling. It felt good in the moment, for him, it always felt good when it was you. But now, as the euphoria of release has left, he feels guilt. Immense guilt, for ever allowing it to become this way.

How did they ever let it end up this way?

They wonder to themselves, in the quietude of their own minds. Not a word spoken the entire session, not during, not after.

Dead beat, dreadful, excruciating silence.

Into the dark of the night, he hears Y/N speak. “I should go.” Keanu sits up, looking her way as she pulls herself up, eyes scanning for her shirt.

“It’s late, Y/N.” He debates, reaching out to touch her. She doesn’t mean to, but she flinches slightly at his touch.

“Yeah, it’s alright. I’ll make it.” She says. He reaches over, down the bedside to grab her shirt, giving it to her as she wearily covers her chest from him.

They’d never been this distant before.

“Y/N, please, I don’t like the idea of you leaving this late. At least let me drive you?”

As she slips on her bra and panties, back facing him still, she tries her best to keep her tears at bay. She couldn’t let him see the pain in her eyes. This was her fault, she thought. Her feelings. This is what she had signed up for. She had no right to feel the way she did.

“No, it’s alright.” She speaks, as he follows her out the bedroom to the front door. Keanu had managed to only slip on a pair of boxers and a worn out t-shirt in the process, practically chasing after her. His chest falls heavy, knowing that there’s tension. Whatever caused the tension, he doesn’t know. All he knows, is the women he feels for, is leaving.

And she’s not feeling good. He can tell.

“Y/N, please. Did I do something?” He asks frowning, touching her shoulder. She finally turns, and he sees her eyes red.

“No, no. I just have an earlier morning tomorrow and need to get home.” Giving a small smile his way, she assures him, trying her best to pretend that all was alright. “I’ll talk to you later.”

As she attempts to walk out, closing the door behind her, Keanu follows her out the door, walking her to her car. It unsettles him deep to allow her to drive home, alone, in the night at 11:00pm. LA can be distressingly unsafe. He often found himself worrying when she’d drive around late at night, in her barely efficient car.

To the snarl of the car engine, she pulls her window down, assuring him one last time. “I’ll be alright. You get some rest.”

Keanu nods, the frown never leaving his lips. “Please, please call me when you’re home, or at least send a text. Please don’t forget.” He says quietly. With a nod, she pulls up her window, giving him a small wave as she pulls out of the driveway.

As he watches her reverse, pulling onto the empty LA street in front of his home, he kicks himself for not stopping her stronger. He should have forced her to stay. Kept her safe. Her eyes were red, she was upset, there was no denying it.

But why? What could he have possibly done, now? When all he’d been trying to do all night, was keep things the way she wanted? Strictly physical, no “extra” stuff in-between, as she’d referred to it?

With his gaze set on the scene around, he ponders to himself, stuck dead in his tracks, unable to move. In the lifeless of the night, he feels the rain peer in again, tiny drops of fresh water spattering, doting, speckling his exposed skin. It only gets harder, as the gloomy, shadowed gray clouds drift in further, the rummage of thunder in the sky louder by the second. Around him, he smells the scent of fresh rainfall, the dewy, water frosted grass glossing in the moonlight.

This darn rain.

Was it ever going to stop?

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I Met Him At a College Party - 2/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: This fic is so fun to write. I hope more of you get invested soon!

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Chapter 2 -

She was a Siren, Barry was convinced.

She’d traded her fin in for legs and had hopped onto land on this exact night for the sole purpose of beating him at ping-pong. The game he never failed at. The game he was champion of and had been for years.

She might not be singing to lure him to his doom, but that hair and those eyes, that melodic voice… Don’t even get him started on that body. He’d been teasing when he suggested she play the game with him. He didn’t think she’d actually go for it. Once he did, he’d debated letting her win, simply so he could be the reason behind the boost to her ego. In the end, he’d managed to shake himself free of the idea. No matter how gorgeous she was and willing to hang out with him, that didn’t mean his unending winning streak needed to be tainted. At least not on purpose.

“That’s four! I win.”

She gleamed prettily, and he realized she’d distracted him again. Just thinking about her had made him lose.

“Not…possible,” he said, not for the first time.

She only giggled and reached for his drink, downing it in a single gulp.

“Mm…tasty for cheap beer.”

“It’s spiked punch,” he corrected her.

“Oh.”

She wiped her lips with her fingertip and set the empty cup down on the table beside them.

“So, what should we play next? Or…did you want another rematch?” She pouted, folding her hands beneath her chin.

He blinked, then chuckled and shook his head.

“No, I think I’m done for the night. There’s no doubt you are the better player.”

She smiled prettily.

“You concede?”

He laughed again.

“I concede.”

He started to turn away, assuming their night together was over, when she reached for his hand.

“Wh-wh-whoa, wait a minute. You didn’t think the night was done, did you?” She batted her eyelashes.

Damn, she was beautiful.

He let out a pained sigh.

“As much as I’d like to stand here and let you beat me at ping-pong all night…”

“So, we play something else! Something that won’t bruise your ego so badly.” She winked.

He suppressed a groan.

She would be the death of him.

“Like what?” he asked, reluctantly.

She bit her bottom lip and stared up into his eyes.

“I’ve never played beer pong before.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You mean spiked punch pong?”

“I have beer!”

“Heyyy!” everyone in the room cheered.

“Relax, relax,” the guy said. “It’s only two six-packs.”

He stretched out his hand to Iris.

“Name’s Chester.”

“Iris.” She shook his hand firmly.

“Nice shake.”

Barry couldn’t hide his scowl. The guy was about as tall as him, and lanky, not muscular, but for a few moments there, it looked like he had caught Iris’ eyes.

Not that he wanted to catch her eyes anyway, of course. Right?

“So.” Iris turned back to Barry, entirely focused on him again. “What do you think? You wanna play?”

“If you don’t, I will,” Chester muttered under his breath.

“I’ll play!” Barry announced, much to Iris’ delight and amusement.

“Excellent.”

“Chester.” Barry tightly gripped the newcomer’s shoulder till it pinched. “Why don’t you set it up for us?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure, man, of course!”

Iris fought a humungous smile but slipped out from where she was and tugged Barry with her. Confused, but following like a puppy, Barry asked, “Where are we going?”

“We are going dancing.”

“But what about-”

“I’m sure it’ll take him a few minutes to set it up. We can dance for one song, don’t you think?”

“Ahh…I don’t know about this, Iris. I’m not really what you’d call a great dancer. More like a two left feet kind of a guy.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re going to get drunk right after this then, isn’t it?”

She pulled him out of the room and up the few steps into a room dark and filled with music and other people dancing. The music was so loud he couldn’t hear himself think. But he could feel Iris’ hand on his still, and he could feel her eyes watching his every move.

“I really don’t know what I’m doing!” he shouted.

She laughed.

“Well, right now you’re not doing anything!” she shouted back.

“I really don’t thi-”

“Here.”

She used the hand she was holding and set it on her waist. Then she took his other hand and did the same thing on the opposite side. After that, she draped her arms around his neck.

“Now, move your feet.”

Reluctantly, he started to move his feet in sync with how she moved hers. He was sweating profusely, wanting this to end and not wanting it to, just as badly. He had it bad for her already, and he was not oblivious to that fact.

“See, not so bad, is it?”

He chuckled nervously and shrugged helplessly, and she shook her head at his antics. Then, without warning, she turned in his arms and pressed herself flush up against him. She put his hands on her hips and moved against him, up and down, feeling every inch of his stiff body, some parts stiffer than others.

Luckily for him, the song came to an end shortly after, and she turned back around, putting a tiny bit of space between them.

“You’re hopeless.”

He smiled a little, then let her tug him out of the room again.

“Come on, I’m sure Chester has us all set up by now.”

“Okay.”

Shaking her head, she brought them back into the game room where Chester stood twiddling his thumbs, waiting for them to reappear.

“You’re back!” he said, looking only at Iris.

Iris cleared her throat and looked at Barry.

“You ready for this?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes wide as they came upon the table and the cups filled with beer on either end.

“There’s probably only enough for one game,” Chester warned.

“One game is all we need,” Iris said easily, eye-fucking Barry from across the table. “Isn’t that right, Barry?”

“Uh-huh,” he said.

“So.” She drummed her fingernails on the sides of the table. “How do we play?”

…

Much to Barry’s surprise, he wasn’t the one bordering tipsy and drunk by the end of their game. Chester had long since left, and Iris could barely stand on her own two feet, let alone shoot the ball successfully into one of Barry’s cups. Barry – on the other hand – shot perfectly almost every time. He was proud of himself, except for the fact that he now had a very drunk girl on his hands.

Across the table, Iris hiccuped as her final throw went way past the ping-pong table and landed soundly on the carpeted floor.

“I don’t think I’m very good at this game,” she said, then hiccuped again.

She started to lean forward and almost toppled over all her empty cups when Barry rounded the table and caught her halfway.

“Hey, hey, why don’t we call this a tie, okay?”

“Ha! Generous of you,” she slurred.

“Oh, yeah, that’s me, Mr. Generous.”

He helped her over to a loveseat a few feet away, and within minutes she was close to dozing off.

He ran a hand through his hair, debating what to do. He couldn’t just leave her here. He didn’t know anything other than her name and that – wait… she was friends with Cisco!

He sat on the arm of the couch where her feet were and pulled out his cell phone to text Cisco, his new roommate. Just as he was about to press send, a text of its own came in.

Hey, you still with Iris?

-C

A sigh of relief escaped him. He quickly typed back his reply and sent it off. Moments later, Cisco appeared in the doorway.

“Oh, geez, you weren’t kidding.”

Barry chuckled nervously.

“Think you can carry her?” Cisco asked. “I’ve got the car up front. Her friends already went home. I told them I’d get Iris home later, since you two seemed to be…” He cleared his throat, and Barry wondered what exactly his new friend had seen that made his eyes bulge and shift right this moment.

“I can carry her. I’m ready to go home now anyway.”

“Same, man. Let’s go.”

Lifting her up gingerly in his arms, Barry followed Cisco out of the room and then out of the house. Eddie waved to them on the way out, but Barry was too focused on keeping Iris’ head from hitting any doorframe to notice.

He sat in the backseat with her and let her cuddle into him when she roused herself briefly.

“Mm, you smell nice,” she murmured before settling her head against his shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist.

He only smiled and stroked her hair gently, ignoring Cisco’s curious gaze through the rearview mirror.

About 20 minutes later they reached the apartment building that presumably housed Iris and the two friends she’d come with. As soon as they parked and Cisco turned the engine off, Iris opened her eyes and whined groggily.

“Where are we?” She snuggled into Barry’s shirt.

“We’re at your apartment.”

She pulled back and looked up into her eyes, but it was clear her vision was a bit foggy from the alcohol she’d consumed.

“You think you’re coming up, huh? You think you gonna get some?” she snickered drunkenly.

Cisco hid a smile in the front seat.

Barry’s lips parted, and he was glad for the darkness of the car that hid his blush.

“I think I’m putting you to bed.”

“Ohhh.” She giggled profusely. “Putting me to bed. I gotcha.” She winked emphatically.

“No, that’s…not.”

“I saw there was something between us,” she said knowingly. “Felt your rock-hard you know what when we were dancing!” she cheesed.

“Ohhkaaay.” He pushed her away slightly. “Cisco, would you mind if we?”

Cisco gave up on not laughing.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, it’s not funny. She’s drunk.”

Cisco got out of the car and opened the door closest to Iris.

“Come on, you.”

“Ohhh, Cisco!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I won’t tell Kamilla you got drunk tonight,” she whispered.

“Thanks, Iris,” he drawled. Then he peeked back into the open car and looked pointedly at Barry. “You coming?”

“I scared him off!” Iris whimpered.

“N-n-no, you did not scare me off,” Barry said hurriedly, scooting through the open door and then closing it behind him. “I am coming.”

“I bet you are,” Iris giggled into Cisco’s shoulder.

“Okay, this way!” Cisco announced, and soon they were at the front door of the apartment building and he’d handed Iris over to Barry to carry, since she couldn’t stand very well even with both of them helping.

Luckily there was an elevator, and within minutes they were on the third floor and two doors down from the girls’ apartment.

Cisco knocked on the door and a drowsy Kamilla answered it.

“Hey, babe, sorry to come by so late. We brought Iris.”

Her brows furrowed.

“We?”

“Kamilla!”

Iris immediately untangled herself from Barry and launched at her friend.

“Oh! Hello!” Kamilla caught her miraculously. “You smell like beer.”

“Played beer pong,” she informed her, yawning. “Might puke soon.”

Her eyes widened.

“Okay then.” Her eyes shifted to the guys standing in the doorway.

“Do you want us to-” Cisco tried, but his girlfriend waved him off.

“No, I think I got it. Thanks for bringing her home, Cisco.” Her eyes shifted to Barry. “And…?”

“Barry,” he supplied after Cisco hit him.

“Barry. Great. Thank you both. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Cisco. Goodnight!”

And the door slammed. Seconds later they heard the sound of Iris wretching, most-likely on the floor.

“Should we…?” Barry let the question hang.

“If she doesn’t want us, we can’t force it,” Cisco said.

“Okay…”

He sighed, but then knocked anyway.

“Babe! Are you su-”

“We’re fine!” Kamilla called back, obviously not fine. But the sound of the door locking soon followed, and that was the end of their query.

Cisco looked at Barry who looked as helpless as he felt.

“Come on.” He patted his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Barry was reluctant to leave, especially as more sounds of wretching followed, but he went with Cisco and soon enough they were back in Cisco’s car driving to their own apartment.

“So…you sure know hot to pick ‘em, don’t you?” Cisco teased when they were almost home.

“Shut up,” Barry replied, but he was smiling.

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Is Immortality the Ultimate Gift?

Part 4

Summary: Being together finally makes things interesting

Warning: voilence (gun shot, ripping a heart out) , harsh language,

As your eyes locked, a smirk curled his lips. “Let’s go then and rip her heart out.”

Over the course, of your existence you had only ever wanted to go back to your human life. The way things had been. As you looked right back, into those dark blue eyes, things would never go back to those days. He would always be a ghoul and you vampire, yet excitement filled you. The two of you were on a cusp of a new and fresh start.

Your absolute attraction to him had a strong pull on you. The stench that surrounded him, didn’t diminish your want, your desire to lay with him as you had when the two of you were mere mortals.

“Thomas, I will go and change.”

His eyes traveled the length of you and he did not move to get out of your way.

“What’s wrong with this outfit?”

“I was thinking after we get rid of her, perhaps we could celebrate.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that.”

******

Looking, through the rows of clothes, you could remember a time when you had hid behind a screen because you had been shy to undress in front of Thomas. Now, you knew he was there watching. You enjoyed it, additionally the feel of his emotions as he watched you was pleasing. As you slipped on the dress you finally decided on and pulled on the boots you turned to him.

“Thomas, how did Alywin heal you?” He looked taken back that you knew he had been there. Going, over to your hands gently on him, his body cool under the white t-shirt. “Now, that I know how your presence feels, I’ll never forget it.” That appeared to make him feel better.

Taking a hold of your hands he looked at them, his thumbs caressing your palms. “They are still so small and so delicate.”

You smiled. “I never stopped being as delicate as any flower, only difference is now I am as strong as a panther”

He looked down at you playfully. “I want to feel that strength.” One of fingers caressed the hollow of your throat. These lingering touches were doing something to you.

“We’ll see if you can take it.” You challenged as equally playful. You were already enjoying the strength he’s showed you.

*****

Starting the engine, looking he merged and began driving towards the flat. “You had so sweetly, distracted.” He easily smiled at you as he drove down the darkened streets. “Alywin, healed me with his blood.”

“His blood?”

“Yeah, sometimes he just prick his skin and a mere drop would heal whatever scrap I got myself into.”

“What did you do to yourself?”

“Too many things when I thought I killed you.” He stopped at the red light, the turn signal clicking. “There were nights, when I was struggled to survive or even wanting to. I would stick to the shadows of dark, rain soaked alleyways.” He turned down the street. “Sometimes, all I could do to survive was eating the corpses the black death. Half hoping, that someone would catch me munching away on the horribly disease twisted bodies.”

You made a face.

“In those days, I had really hoped one would find me and burn me at the stake. I would be free of the pain knowing it my blood that killed you, my beloved.” He reached out and gave you a squeeze.

“Thomas.” All could do was say his name. You could not even imagination what he had gone through.

******

You took, his hands and held it to your cheek. “Things will be different now.” You whispered.

“Since, we’re together I know they will be.” He parked the car and cut the engine. “I have a plan.” He smirked. “Follow my lead, ok lambkin?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Reaching, into his pocket he grimaced at you, and put on the leather thong back on. His heart began to be a little harder. He caressed your cheek with his knuckles. “I am looking forward to celebrating.”

He led, you up the back steps. Halfway, up you stopped. He turned to you. “Are you ok?”

Concern, like a gray storm came over him. What if his blood now, as ghoul was making you sick.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Just thinking what else I should do to her.”

“I like the sound of that.” He smiled.

Continuing, up the stairs he still couldn’t believe how it felt when you nipped him or seeing the sight of your fangs. Something, about it was incredibly exciting. It did something to him.

Eagerness, filled him. He was happy to finally be rid of Cammy, he had really gone tired of her. You

They were outside the flat, when he took his keys out. “Stay as close as possible.”

“Alright.” You whispered.

Once, the door was opened, he called out. “Cammy?” He could hear the shower turning off. “Cammy?”

******

You were happy for Thomas to take the lead, you looked up at the building, before he opened the backdoor. Your body, was still a tingle from when you nipped him. In all these years, that had never happened to you. Killing, this screecher was going to....

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Barked, Jimmy Picket, in your head. All other thoughts shattering.

“I could ask you the same thing. I thought you hated ghouls.” You snarled.

He chuckled darkly in your head. “She’s a cute piece of ass, she was fun to fuck.”

You mentally rolled your eyes. “I am here to kill her.”

“Oh, let me guess. You took him on and don’t want to deal with her.”

“Exactly. I am a one ghoul kind of vamp.” You chuckled.

“No fun. I can take her on if you want.” You could feel his smugness come off of him in waves. “If one things ghouls are good for is sex.” You could feel as he shrugged. “Let him fuck you. You will not regret it.”

“Yeah, well he needs to be put in his place. I want him to see what I am capable of.”

“Oh! I understand, that little one.” He softened, you could feel his memories of you when Aylwin introduced you to him. You had been a fairly new vampire in those days. “Alywin, has always been so proud of you. You were his best.”

After almost a hundred years, you were tired of telling others of his death. “Jimmy, he’s dead.” You could still seeing his look of determination as he put you into one of the life boats as the Titanic continued to take on water. You had looked up at him till you no longer saw him. Taking, the heavy woolen blanket you hunkered down till the rescue, the cold not making you shake but the possibility of death that you had no choice in.

“Oh my, you are still so sentimental and soft Y/N. What are you talking about? He’s still among us.”

You stopped. Thomas paused on the steps turning to you. “Are you ok?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Just thinking what else I should do to her.” You quickly added.

“Well, Alywin wanted a break.” You continued with Jimmy. “It had been four hundred years without any time apart.”

Jimmy, snickered. “Look baby, I am sure it was only that I saw him maybe fifty years ago in the China sea. He was enjoying the rougher elements of existence.” He chuckled harder. “Baby, you want to travel in style with an alpha again, it feels like you have just been shifting around by your lonesome, I’ll take you on.”

“That’s sweet of you Jimmy.”

“That’s me, sweet Jimmy.” He smirked. “If you want, I can make it so your ghoul never misbehaves and he can come with us.” He suggested.

“Oh, Jimmy I am such a young one compared to you. I don’t want to drag you down. And anyways, I am enjoying the taming process. I always did like taming the stallions Alywin got me.”

“Ahh, then have fun. It’s always fun to break them. From what this one says, that Ford is a real asshole. Tame him good, little one. I know you can do it, Alywin taught you well.”

“You are too kind.”

Thomas, stopped then to open the door. As he reached into his pocket to get out the keys, you saw he still had his protection. “Stay as close as possible.” He whispered.

“Alright.” You whispered.

Once, the door was opened, he called out. “Cammy?” You could hear the shower turning off. “Cammy?”

Short moments later, the door opened, steam poured out. Glancing carefully around him; you watched as she slid out in a scarlet night dress. You slid back behind him.

“Ford.” She screeched.

“What have you been doing?” He said, gently. “I’m back.”

“I think you mean ‘who’ !” Jimmy, then came out from behind her.

“I am gone one day and you, made a new friend?” He sounded put out.

“Yeah, baby.” You heard her squeak. “Look you probably, fucked her right? Well, I wasn’t going to let you have all the fun.”

While, they spoke you reached under his jacket and grabbed his gun. You had to do this. The world doesn’t need another ghoul, you thought. Coming out from behind Thomas, you raised your hand aimed.

The bullet slammed into Jimmy’s heart.

Dropping the gun, you shook. His life force, shocked slammed you into the bookcase behind you. You shook it off, it had only taken you off you guard. You were stronger then him because of Aylwin.

You went over to Jimmy’s body as he gasped and shook as he was dying. You barely heard the screecher screaming.

“Hi Jimmy.” You smiled tilting you head. “I couldn’t risk you killing Thomas.”

“You fucking bitch.” His body then crumbled into dust. His fangs and the bullet were left behind in the pile of dust.

Sliding, the screecher a look, she had finally stopped screaming and was standing there looking at you. “You, you...what are you doing here?” She trembled.

You didn’t bother answering you took a step closer to her. Reaching, your nails lengthened, as you were poised to attack. They sliced right through the material and into her soft flesh.

You grabbed her heart. “Cammy,” You smiled, as you kept holding it. You watched as shock splash across her face. “He was actually mine almost five hundred years ago. I don’t feel like sharing.” A simple tug, you flinched as her blood splattered across your face as you ripped her heart out. She was dead as slumped at your feet, dead. You dropped the reddish, black lump of flesh.

Two hands came around your shoulders, and cold lips pressed a kiss onto your temple. “Damn, you are fucking amazing.”

Tilting, your head to one side you looked up at “Thank you.” You let yourself lean against him.

“What’s the matter?”

Turning, “Alywin is still alive.”

******

Thomas, eyed you as began to wash the blood off of you. “I thought you said, he was dead.”

“He was supposed to be. He never came to find me after the Titanic went down. And his body was never recovered.”

“What does that mean for us? What does that mean for me?”

“I don’t know.”

*****

He dipped the washcloth under the faucet again. He held it up for a moment. “I am glad the water is a myth considering that the sun actually does effect you.”

You giggled. “Yes, me too. I’ve enjoyed all it has to offer over the years.”

“I would love to see you in a bikini on a beach.” He said before he could not stop himself from saying it.

You smiled. “I suppose, I could wear at least one of them for you.”

He grazed the wash cloth over the top of your breasts.

“There was no blood there.”

“I know.”

He pulled and tugged himself free the leather jacket, you reached out and pulled off the trophy from his throat. You found yourself straddling in his lap with his arms around you. Not a word passed between you as you looked each other.

“This time if he comes, we will put up a fight.”

You shivered, as an image of the two of you igniting under a kiss from the sun filled your mind.

After years of anguish you felt his lips. Everything else disappeared.

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Made for Me (part 4)

Pairing:  Hayden Christensen x Lexi!OFC

word count: 1327

Warning:choking, hair pulling, oral (M/F) receiving,smoking,tied down,master/pet, blindfolded, ice use,toy use,unprotected sex.

Note: this is a fic I created for the amazing @thorne93​ since she’s been such an amazing friend and because she wrote me a steamy professor!tony x reader/ bruce x reader. I hope this lives up to the standards of smut seeing as it's my first time writing it! Enjoy!  Send me some feedback or some love.

Songs played while writing this:

Sexy Dirty Love- Demi Lovato

Come and get it- Selena Gomez

Boyfriend- Ariana Grande

Be Mean- DNCE

Addicted- Saving Abel

Dinner had been going great, jasper had returned to ask if everything was okay and brought another bottle of champagne. At some point Lexi has to excuse herself from the table to go to the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back, have to go do a quick touch up.” she winks at him and as she walks away she sways her hips on purpose knowing that he would watch her walks away.

“Fuck,” he swears  under his breath. "She's going to be the death of me." Shaking his head he follows after her. The thought of them getting caught was beginning to turn him on. As quiet as he could he entered the women's restroom. pulling out his phone he set the toy at its highest setting he could hear the moans escape her lips.

"Damn him!" she curses. "He's going to regret this when we get home." She mutters to herself. She exits the stall and jumps seeing him standing at the door. “Tell me you didn’t..” he cuts her off.

“So I’m going to  get it when I get home?” He turns to lock the door. “Oh no, my dear Pet it’s you who will be getting it right now.” he walks over to her forcing her against the sink, he grabs a chunk of her hair and pulls her back against him. He leans down to kiss her neck and leave a mark on her sensitive spot. He moves to nibble at her earlobe and whispers. “Keep quiet if you know what's good for you.” he moves to unzip his pants and allows his already hardening cock to spring out of his boxers and through the hole. With his hand still in her hair he pushes her forward and spreads her legs with his knees.

“That's not fair!” she responds. “We’ll get caught here.” She tries to move but can’t.

“We’ll only get caught if you make noise.” he growls into her ear making her shiver and push her ass out further. “Now let’s see if what you told me is true.” He lifts the skirt of her dress harshly and his mouth drops open to see that she indeed wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The only thing she had was the toy insider of her already dripping cunt. “Mmm naughty naughty girl.” he raises his hand and lets it fall on her ass making a loud smacking sound.

“Ahh.” she moans loudly. She wiggles her ass to receive another one and he complies making the other one a tab bit stronger.

“You don’t seem to have a plan on stopping are you?” he asks while he grabs his cock and strokes it to get it to finish getting hard. “You’re a very insatiable woman you know that?” with one hand in her hair the other quickly inserts the tip into her hot, wet core. There was no way he was going to go slow this time. “I believe I might have the cure for that.” He slams right in bottoming out and slowly trails his hand up her spine in a chilling manner and lets his fingers snake around her throat slowly he squeezes until she moans in pain laced with pleasure.

Slowly he begins to pull out but Lexi isn’t ready for that so she squeezes her walls to keep him in place, but in doing so she caused her own punishment.

“You don’t seem to understand.” he pulls her hair causing her back to arch further. “We’re not going to do this your way.” He pulls out completely and she whines a protest at the loss. 

“I-i’m sorry...I promise to be good.” she mutters. “Just don’t pull out like that.”

“You’re not in the position to make requests.” The hand that was around her neck loosens and moves to pull the front of her dress down to reveal those beautifully supple breasts of hers, he captures a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard rolling the nipple between his teeth. 

She lets out a gutteral moan which he quickly snuffs out with the crash of his lips on hers. The kiss is intense, there’s a strong burning hunger and desire to devour each other. He takes this exact moment to ram his girthy cock back in between her folds creating an echo of obscene  sounds as his balls smack against her bare ass.

“Fuck baby, you feel so amazing wrapped around my cock like this.” he sweetly says. “I’m going to mark you up so that everyone knows who you belong to, I’ll make you feel so good that no other man can compare to.” he grunts fucking her deeper and deeper.

He had turned the vibrator back on at some point but Lexi couldn’t care less. Her brain was fogged up with the sensation of being filled over and over again with Hayden’s cock and semen. The familiar feel of her orgasm beginning to build up was showing in the way that she was moving her hips and the way she squeezed his length every so often. In instinct he moved to circle her clit with her thumb creating a delicious friction but it was all too much for her so many different sensations happening all at once was too much to handle. 

“Hayden! I’m about to…” she muttered.

“Thats it my pet let it go, come for me.” Those few words were all it took.

In an instant she was gushing everywhere. He slowed his pace so that she could ride out her  orgasm she was hit with wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure.

“Oh, oh, fuck.” Hayden moaned as his movements started getting harder she knew he was at the edge of his release, the twitch of her walls on his cock brought him over the edge and he came moaning her name as if it were a haven. Hot spurt after spurt she felt him empty yet  another load into her. He lets go of her hair and wraps his arms around her waist, he stayed inside her till her had gone soft. He kissed her shoulders

Lexi smiles and turns around to give him a kiss. “Looks like I’ve underestimated you Anakin.” She accepts the rag he pulled out of his jacket so she can clean up. “Looks like there’s still more I'm going to find out.” They cleaned up and headed back to the table being flustered they could no longer eat. 

Jasper returns to the table. “Looks like it was a lot wasn’t it?” He notices the plates still have a lot of food. Would you like me to bag these up to go?”

Both of them nod their heads yes and the table gets cleared.  Just as Hayden is about to pay for the bill Jasper shakes his head. “There’s no need it's been an honor serving you this evening and the meal is on the house.” he slightly bows. “In the leftovers you will find a boxed up dessert.” he bids them good night and heads back to clear the rest of the table only to be surprised with a $400 tip.

‘Alright let's head home Lexi, I’m exhausted after today.” Hayden huffs as he gets in the car.

“Me too, Anakin.” she leans on his shoulder and closes her eyes for a moment. “I’m so thankful my friend pushed me to go to the convention if it weren’t for her we would be here right now.” she sighs content.

“Your right Baby, guess I’ll have to find a way to thank her for this.” he kisses her head.

“Where to now Sir?” the chauffer asks.

“Back to the apartment...our home.” he closes his eyes for the first time in years he’s content with how things have happened there’s nothing he would change if he could this would be a day he could live on repeat for the rest of his life.

“I love you Anakin.”

“I love you too Lexi.”

[nessaiscute]

The one you don’t expect

“Dad what are we doing here?” I asked.

“I'm taking you hunting. Stated dad as he grabbed an axe.

“Mom said i wasn’t allowed though.”

“Your mom worries too much.” Dad stated, “No ones going to hurt you.”

Ugh, why is he like this? Everyone tells me that my dad is a scary big iron knight. The winter prince who killed without any mercy, however, if you ask me? He's a mega nerd, like no lie he could only kill anyone by boring them to death by never shutting up about mom. Hasn’t he heard that winter knights are looking for him, you know dad...the people who are disgusted by you? Sneaking me out isn’t going to win you any favors, dad.

So here I am, watching my dad strap a saddle to a horse away from the prying eyes of Fix or Glitch who would go running to mom and this would all go to heck. I did really want to hunt, but I also didn’t want mom to kill me over dad getting hurt. One time dad went missing for 2 hours and mom nearly tore the whole palace apart to find him. Turns out the fool was sleeping in the dungeon because he had a headache due to too much sunlight. I wonder if mom ever regrets marrying him? He has to drive her insane. 

“Ahh there we go.” Dad stated and he got on the horse, “come on son, I’ll make you a man yet.”

I’d rather be an alive man not a dead one, but i'm just a kid, no one listens to me and gods do I want to hunt. So i took my dads hand and he pulled me up and buckled me in. I warped my arms around him, although i didn’t want to admit this but there was a comfort in knowing dad was here. No matter what scary beasts or winter knights awaited us, i knew we would be alright. Dad was here. Although If he ever reads this I will deny it. Deny it to my dying breath.

“Ready?” Dad asked.

“Yea.” I started and we rode off into the forest.

I was starstruck. The forest was amazing.

I was gasping at every little thing, the huge trees and the small animals heck even the bugs. I thought about keeping a spider or two but i think mom would ground me for 2 centuries if i did that. 

“Enjoying the sights, little warrior?” Dad asked grinning.

It felt a little warm all of a sudden and I puffed, “It's just… so different from the palace.”

Dad chuckled, “The forest is where fey test themselves, it's supposed to be different from a place where people of power live. But son, this place is not a place to live. It's full of danger, you must never come here without me.”

I suddenly felt… really scared, i didn’t want to go home but I felt like I didn’t belong here. Some of the larger animals noticed us, eyeing me up. Like I was a tasty steak rather than a powerful fey. I tightened my grip on my dad’s waist. Really thankful he was here with me, and praying that all those rumors about him being good at killing were true.

Dad noticed, “What's wrong? Whats scaring you?”

He followed my eyes to a troll glaring at me, dad had a glare of his own but the troll just charged at us. I shirked but dad just pulled out his bow and shot it dead between the eyes, however its head exploded and the chunks turned to solid ice, the rest of its body fell to the ground. And i loosen my grip, although my heart was still beating very hard in my chest. We stopped and I got off the horse, dad jumped off and softly pivoted me to him. Titling my head to look into his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a soft yet stern voice.

“Yes, I'm just…. That was scary. How did you shoot him so fast?”

There was a slight pain in his eyes, as if he was recalling something I was never meant to know, “You don’t want to ever be that good boy, now, lets set up a fire. I need to make you a bow, come over and watch.”

“Okay dad.” I beamed and dad went to work.

 I was confused as to why he brought an axe  till he started chopping the tree, it was so strange, I thought dad as this mega nerd. The person who literally turns into a wuss the moment mom is mad at him, however, recalling how fast dad killed that troll and watching how he takes an axe that's even bigger then I am and pounding it into this giant body of bark with ease. He looks pretty darn cool. The tree quickly fell, dad then ripped out a piece of the bark inside of the tree. Then he pulled out his bowing knife he kept on his person at all times and started forming the wood.

Dad caught my attentive stare; and he chuckled, “Not as easy to do as it looks in books isn’t it?”

“Yea, it looks really hard, don’t cut yourself dad.”

That caught him off guard, he stopped and stared at me bewild but only for a few seconds he smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry.” What's with the odd confusion? I'm just concerned.

I watched him for what felt like hours, It was art. His movements and how he knew exactly when to move his hands, I’d probably bleed out due to cutting myself a bunch of times. What is he forming anyway? I know not to ask, that would distract him and he would get mad. Although I’ve never seen my dad get mad at me before. He scolds me a little but never actually mad.However I didn’t want to start a trend, besides it was becoming clearer and clearer that he was making a bow. The wood was being molded into what dad wanted it to be, when he finished he pulled out some thick string and sowed it to the wood, he then pulled it back and let go, to see if it was working and it was.

“Get over here.” Dad said and I did.

He handed it to me, “Your first weapon, if it breaks let me know.”

I felt a thrill spike through my body, my first real weapon. A long range bow, I would snipe something from a long distance with this, Who knows what wonders I could do with it. It was very exciting to think about.

“Now, lets see if you can use it.” Ash smirked and we went to work.

We had been following a deer for a few hours, I was nervous about it. Dad didn’t notice but it seemed…. Different. I watched TV shows about deers. This one was going all over the place, like it didn’t have a mind of its own. It finally stopped, dad signaled me to raise my bow to fire. I did so.

However as I did the deer let out a roar and charged straight at Dad, knocking him down. Dad went to pull out his blade but the antlers of the deer disarmed him.

“Don’t touch my dad!!” I cried out and shot an arrow.

It was out of fear and instinct, I had never fired a weapon or deflected a blow. I was sure i missed and dad was gone, however my shot connected straight through its skull and it fell to the ground dead.

“Dad!” I cried out and ran to him.

When I got to him he wasn’t moving, and… I saw blood pouring from a wound.

“Oh no! Dad!”

“I’m fine. Son, do me a favor, go back to the camp and find the salve. Hurry boy.”

“Yes sir.” I started and I ran off.

I had to hurry, dad was dying. Dad was dying and it was my fault. I wasn’t fast enough, I found the bag fast enough and found the salve but my mind kept rushing. What if dad’s already dead? What if mom hates me for this? What if she blames me for dad's death? What if she throws me out? Throwing those thoughts out of my head I rushed towards dad.

However, he wasn’t where I left him. Gods no please no. my eyes darted around, i didn’t see him anywhere and then something grabbed me and lifted me into the air. A hand, grabbing my throat.  I barely saw the armor of a winter knight, he wasn’t wearing a helmet he was grinning.

“So this is the traitor’s brat…”

“Where… is….my dad?” I growled.

“You don’t need to worry about that, You won’t live long enough to see him again.”

“Screw you! I want to see my dad!” I snarled.

That got me a punch to the gut. The pain was unreal, I had never been hit before. I spit out some blood that got on his armor. That enraged him and he pounded my body on the ground and pressed his leather boot on my head. 

“You ruined my armor you brat! I'm gonna kill you even slower now!”

I felt a presence, i didn’t know where it was but i felt it creeping. And before i knew it a blade went straight through the knight's chest and he fell to the ground I looked up and there was dad. He was patched up and everything. However my brain didn’t focus on that. I started crying.

“WAHHHHHH!!” I wailed the tears falling freely from my face. 

This must have puzzled dad, I couldn't help it, I was scared my head hurt and I really wanted to go home. I didn’t want mom to hate me, my body was reacting on its own. I wailed and wailed, I expected dad to hit me like the knight did.

But he didn’t.

He scooped me in his arms and held me tight. 

“I’m sorry Kerrian, I'm sorry.”

The feeling of safety from earlier returned, I pressed myself to him, Softly sobbing. 

“Dad…..” 

He carried me to the horse and we went home.

I half expected mom to be pissed, raging, but...she was just worried. Mom knew I spit blood that I was attacked by a winter knight. Although dad didn’t say how he got cured and broke free of the winter knights that kidnapped him. However, mom also knew that I was scared of her leaving me alone because of dad. So she sent me to my room till she was ready to talk.

It was getting late, how much longer?

The door opened and mom was there. She  sat next to me on the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good.”

“Do you really think I prefer your father over you?”

“Not exactly, you just care for him a lot. I...i just panicked mom. I’m sorry.”

Mom then stroked my hair, smiling softly at me. I couldn't help but smile too, both my parents are really good to me.

“Kerrian, I love you just as much as I love your father. I’d never throw you out. I'd never blame you for your father's death. Although I don't like thinking about that notion it does plague me sometimes. But know this, you both mean the same to me.”

“I understand mom.”

Mom then kissed my forehead, “Good, I love you.”

“I love you too mom, and tell dad i love him too.”

Mom giggled, “I sure will, now sleep good night.”

“Good night mom.” and I fell deep into slumber feeling very lucky at my situation. 

[seijuurouxryuu]

in your arms, i can pretend to not see the looming darkness

Title: in your arms, i can pretend to not see the looming darkness Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Luce/ Reborn Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Different Flames/ Flameswap AU | Genderbend Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning, Graphic Depiction of Violence, No Archive Warning

Day 1: Storm Day

“Oi,” Reborn called out, toeing the corpse on the ground with her black boots. Her face was blank but there is a hint of distain in her eyes. The corpse remained unmoved, much to her annoyance. “I’ll give you 1 second. One—”

The corpse—no—body groaned and shifted. He quickly rolled away as the boot came slamming down onto where his head was before. If he were any slower, he had no doubt that his head would have been crushed like a bug.

“You’re no fun.” Luce pouted as he stood up, flicking away a piece of bloody meat from his stained clothes. It bought a sneer of disgust from Reborn.

“What fun is there rolling in a pig pen.”

“You mean, human pen.”

AO3

“Oi,” Reborn called out, toeing the corpse on the ground with her black boots. Her face was blank but there is a hint of distain in her eyes. The corpse remained unmoved, much to her annoyance. “I’ll give you 1 second. One—”

The corpse—no—body groaned and shifted. He quickly rolled away as the boot came slamming down onto where his head was before. If he were any slower, he had no doubt that his head would have been crushed like a bug.

“You’re no fun.” Luce pouted as he stood up, flicking away a piece of bloody meat from his stained clothes. It bought a sneer of disgust from Reborn.

“What fun is there rolling in a pig pen.”

“You mean, human pen.” Luce smiled brightly and earned an eyeroll. It was true, however. It was literally, in a sense, human pen. There were corpses everywhere, and hiding in the shadow were chained men and women that are no longer sane. The floor and walls were stained with red, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench of defecations. The smell was so strong that even Reborn frowned despite the familiarity. (She did grow up in this kind of environment after all.)

“Whatever.” She would rather not argue with the Don about what to call a slaughter house. “Let’s go. It stinks. You stink.”

“Harsh!” Luce laughed, but followed closely. But before they fully left, he turned back with an ‘Ah’.

“I can see all of you,” He said with an angelic smile. Rather than the insane ones, he was directly speaking to the newly captured ones. They were shivering in the dark, fear as strong as the stench. “Food will be provided once a day, and water supply is in the barrow. Ahh, but because today’s hunt got delayed so the others didn’t get to eat anything.” He tsked. “Poor things will have to hunt themselves it seems.” He shook his head pitifully. The shivering and whimpers seemed to increase by the hint.

It was hilarious.

So exhilarating.

“Well then, enjoy the night! Oh, right.” His eyes glinted in orange, strangely bright in the dark place with no window or any other light source. “Don’t think about running away. I will know.”

He threw his head back and barked out a laugh before skipping away.

The heavy metal door slammed shut behind him. Soon, growls, screams and bangs echoed in the woods. Reborn, who was waiting by the car, scoffed. It wasn’t the first time she witnessed Luce’s mischief. Or bloodlust. Or anything.

“Done playing?”

Luce hummed, shrugging off the white button down and dump it onto the mud. “Not really.” His trousers and underwear followed next and he was stark naked in front of Reborn. He reached out for the wet towel and wiped himself down, laughing at how Reborn stared blatantly at him. “Like what you’re seeing?” He teased.

Reborn raised and eyebrow at him as she passed a new set of clothing. “As much as I’d like to push you down and eat you out in public, I would rather not do it anywhere near here. The stench is too disgusting.”

That lit a fire in Luce, which Reborn ignored and instead, shoved him into the car once he was fully clothed again. “You are to shower the first thing we return.” Before Luce can say anything else, she continued. “Alone.”

Luce pouted at his sit.

Reborn pulled on the seatbelt and stepped on the accelerator. The black Bentley zipped out of the forest and soon joined the quiet highway, leaving the clothes on the ground that mysteriously caught on fire behind.

.

Right to what Reborn said, Luce got kicked into the bathroom with a stern order of properly cleaning himself up and brush his teeth right after they reached the mansion. Reborn ignored the glares from Luce’s subordinate as she stalked off to Luce’s room. It didn’t take long after Reborn herself finish showering that Luce came into her room.

The don was lying on her bed with a thin bathroom on, hair still dripping wet. “Paint me like one of your French girls.” He said the moment Reborn came out and earned himself a ball of towel in the face.

“Again, and I will cut your tongue.”

Luce laughed. It wasn’t an empty threat, both of them knew, but it didn’t stop them from finding it amusing. At the laugh, Reborn couldn’t help herself but smile as well. She, in similar thin bathroom, joined Luce under the cover. She sighed at the heat and snuggled closer, batting away the hand the tried to sneak into her robes.

Luce raised his hands and waited for the approving grunt and let them down. He pulled Reborn over, an arm under her head and another over her waist. They stayed like that for a while, basking in silence and warm, before Luce said something.

“I should’ve just watch them get tear apart.”

Reborn rolled her eyes. “Like you didn’t already ‘see’ how they end.” She remembered his confusion when he woke up a few days ago, tasting blood in his mouth. He said it was a weird dream. They were, for no reason, in the slaughter house, and for no reason, making out while the hungry lunatics tear apart a group of vermin in the background.

It wasn’t until yesterday when said group of vermin tried to make a move on Reborn that Luce realized what the dream was for. (Which Reborn does not understand. She was more than capable of making those assholes feel sorry for being alive herself, but Luce was adamant on starting a cat and mouse hunt. Not that she’s complaining. It was a delight to see Luce’s bloodlust.)

“But we could’ve made out—”

“You rolled on that filthy ground like a pig. No.”

“I didn’t get anything on my face or mouth though!”

“Still no.”

Luce sighed, nuzzled their cheeks together. “I wanted to know what expression you’d put up when you see me lying there.” Silence answered him and he felt the body in his arms grew still. Suddenly, he was aware.

He had said something wrong.

Regret and remorse ate him up as he held her tighter. “I’m sorry. That was wrong of me.”

It took another full minute before Reborn sighed. “Good that you’re aware.” It was a taboo to speak of death despite them being the harbinger. It was an unspoken promise, to never speak of dying—not without or with them—because just as how they reap others souls, Death can easily reap theirs without a hint of notice as well. To them, they would rather live their lives without thinking of it until it comes.

To them, they would rather fight than let it come.

“Hmnn…” Luce bit his lips. It slipped out of his mouth, mindful of the dream he had the day before.

It was a dream of Fate—one that he could not avoid.

(The room was dark, and he was there, sitting on a chair. He was there, holding onto seven strings of colours, all tied to his wrists. He wondered, absent and mindless, what they were when he was well aware of what.

He was dreaming.

He was not.

It was a prediction.

He watched, body unmoving, as the strings that glowed brightly dimmed, one after another. The first was red, disappointment ringing from the string.

Then it was dual blue, filled with pain.

Then purple, trembling in fear.

Indigo, burning with rage.

Green, vibrating with curiosity.

And finally, yellow, empty.

The moment all colours dimmed, the final orange that circled his wrist to his heart snapped.

And he woke up in tears.)

That was only the beginning, a teaser. Soon, closer to the time set, it would be clearer. He would see more, gain more knowledge about it, filled with disbelief and anguish and hopelessness.

He would see, that he lost everything.

Luce closed his eyes and buried his face into Reborn’s collar, tightening his hold further. Reborn said nothing because there was no need for words. Reborn didn’t specifically know what it was, but she could tell that their future is bleak. She could tell that the end is coming sooner than she thought it would.

And yet she would rather not think about it.

She would rather enjoy the time she had together with him. Because that was the only thing she could do.

She closed her eyes and snuggled back, fingers raking through the lock of yellow.

Till time decides to come.

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A/N = Yes, they own a slaughter house (its a warehouse in the middle of a jungle owned by Giglio Nero). Those inside are sinners who crossed Luce and Reborn. 90% of them are insane if they are not dead. 10% of them are freshies that just got themselves enrolled into insanity school.

Also fun fact, those insane peeps eat humans as well, since the food given is limited. Its like the thingy with trapping a group of rats in a box without food and they started eating each other.

And yes, Luce's dreaming about the curse.

[I apologize for any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistakes]

[mikeshanlon]

iwwv anon and PHEW OK. I def did not expect that essay and now I feel bad cause I KNOW my thots r not gonna be articulate or right. nonetheless! i think Oliver does qualify as an unreliable narrator cause hes. very oblivious but not like... Richard papen (who is a whole ass clown don't get me started on tsh) but not like addy from dare me(I will support till the day I die that dare me is da like I WILL die on this hill) who sees what she wants to see. 1/?

i think he just... thinks that his friends r diff ppl than they actually r? that doesnt rly make sense but yea. what I mean is that everything the characters do is coated in that empathetic view Oliver has which is usually wrong? so we don't get an objective look into the characters. meredith is my girl like I love the hot popular girl trope deconstruction but at the end of the book she's not at a great place like she's w someone that doesn't love her like she needs to be loved... 2/

I guess the most probable ending is that James never meets Oliver again and that everyone is kinda stuck on what happened but that's soo sad and I really don't want to think abt it. ngl iwwv wasn't like my fave book ever and I really don't understand why people are so obsessed with dark academia sometimes but what i rly liked abt the book is that despite how fucked up everyone is and how toxic they r to each other they do at heart care abt one another...3/

like I rly liked that esp cause at that point the only other da book (other than dare me!) that I had read was tsh and godd every character is so fuckinh annoying and they all hate each other. i was super confused by it till I saw someone saying that it's satire and I felt my mind explode. I feel like this is so long but I didnt rly properly answer all you wrote sorry! I think its a pretty good book tho it has some crazy quotes like hold awn Im gonna look at the highlighted stuff on my copy.. 4/

Were you in love with him?” “Yes,” [...]Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still. LIKEEE PHEWW OK OK OK. WE OUT HERE. that line literally made me go crazy. I'm so sorry for any spelling mistakes or like general mistakes I made here English isn't my first language, it's 1am and I wrote this in the notes app w/o looking it over. so like.. NOT a professional review lemme tell you. 5/5

 Ahh im so sorry I did not see this before I yeeted for a month!!!

Oooh okay first of all dare me as a DA… I’ve only watched the show but like yeah I see the Elements for sure.

Also yeah I can understand what you mean abt Oliver being an unreliable narrator now… Ig my view of unreliable was more like they are purposefully twisting the truth or omitting facts or just literally don’t know shit but I get how personal bias can make the narrator unreliable. I do think the assertion that Oliver thinks his friends are different than they actually are makes sense. He sees James in a very positive light and though I like James a lot and think he is better than, like, Richard, he definitely has darker moments and manipulates Oliver at times (again I’d like to think it’s not the most nefarious thing in the world but like him just being shitty bc he’s in a dark place and he one, wants to do anything he can so Oliver doesn’t figure out he fought Richard so Oliver still thinks of him the same way/bc he knows Oliver would do something stupid like get himself arrested for James; and two, is very jealous that Oliver is with Meredith after Richard dies and has sort of a somewhat positive outcome from Richard’s death versus James being riddled with guilt and anger). And yeah, the probable ending is they never meet but I refuse to acknowledge that so LGNRG. Also that line makes me go CRAZZZZZZZZZZY!!! There are so many great lines, both using Shakespeare and on their own and its like okay give me a moment im going bonkers…

Personally, I haven’t read that many dark academia novels yet (bc for some reason i can barely finish a book rn sigh) but the concept interests me. I think what’s compelling is the setting/atmosphere of like ~mysterious college vibes~, and the idea of a sort of niche, obsessive bond and pursuit of knowledge with a tight knit group of friends (and the like inherent homoeroticism in every single DA elrngenrg). Like Dead Poet’s Society (the film I haven’t read the book) isn’t Dark in the same way most other dark academia is by like, obsession and death and manipulation (though of course there are dark elements with Neil’s storyline), but I think the other building blocks of academia are present there in a more wholesome way and you can see why people are drawn to that idea. As for the more Dark aspects I think it’s interesting to analyze things like group psyche, obsession, manipulation, etc, like what went wrong for everything to take such a dark turn???

 But, like everything else, it really has to be done well or else its just like okay….… I’ve tried to read TSH twice and I may try again but from the 100+ ish pages I read I totally get what you mean. IWWV is so interesting to me bc the characters are all very compelling and multifaceted and I like that they are a close friendship, we come in after 4 years of them spending all the time together and to me that is apparent. Like you said, we can see fissures and problems especially as the novel continues but there is care there between them. That also makes the decision to let Richard die much more interesting and sinister imo, as well as how all of them interact with each other after he dies, and how the roles of the group change without their “leader” so to speak. Also, maybe it’s just bc I like Shakespeare, but I think the academia part of IWWV is so much more accessible compared to TSH. Like I don’t know every Shakespeare play or anything so I didn’t understand every nuance or was like immediately like oh this is from Cymbeline or whatever the fuck, but you could understand the gist of things and it made sense that they spoke in Shakespeare lines bc that’s all they’ve been doing for four years and also theatre kids are Like That. Their pretention also provided any Layers to the story, like the parallels between the characters they play and their own arcs, how some of the lines echoed their own thots, foreshadowed, or they were able to say things through Shakespeare (I’m thinking of like, Oliver realized he loved James during Romeo and Juliet, the foreshadowing that James was going to ruin Richard’s life and that he dislikes Meredith/Richard when he quotes Mercutio at the start “A plague o’ both your houses”, the exchange Oliver and James had onstage and had that kiss during King Lear before Oliver was arrested,etc.) (Also I think the structure of some of the dialogue being formatted like a play really helped make it feel more realistic and immersive). Versus TSH which is just so pedantic and dense and hard to follow at times im like I get they are smart but what??? And maybe that’s part of the satire aspect (or maybe im dumb) but like donna I read TGF I know you are pretentious and info dump abt random obscure shit anyways so erglknerg. Like to me there was a Point to all of the academic Shakespeare stuff in IWWV and it was the soul of the book, and M.L. Rio made it very interesting—like the way that the directors reimagined the plays and had Julius Caesar be like a modern political play, the cool mirror shit in King Lear, the Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet performances where they did them at events and interacted with their environments (which were one of my favorite parts of the books bc I just think that concept is so interesting), etc. For TSH the shit they did literally just felt like “okay look at them they’re smart see you can’t even keep up!” like okay… I felt lost a lot and only like snapped into reality whenever Henry (?) was like oh… murder….. and even then I was like idk what this dude is saying but like he’s being darksided LMAO. And I also agree that it’s just like… Richard being thrown in the middle of this group could lend itself to some cool ideas but its hard to believe that he fits into the friendship group and hes just like hell yeah I love Greek so much and lets go kill this guy other than like okay ur gay and stupid and just want to impress Henry or whatever his name was (which he was but I digress). It’s just not as impactful to me as this close friend group falling apart. Ik TSH fans might be angry if they see this (and of course I haven’t finished the book so my perception may be warped but I also kno many ppl felt that way u did) bc I’ve seen ppl say IWWV is just like TSH but “lackluster” or whatever and while I can see some parallels (mostly b/w Richard and Henry and Alexander and Francis), I really think M.L. Rio expanded upon common DA tropes and the interesting parts of TSH but made it her own and interesting and oh yeah there are actually multiple compelling female characters and LGBT characters (and no incest)!!!

[sexyshakespeare]

Sasuke comes home - Part 1: Nostalgia hurts

I was finally back. And I wasn’t looking forward to it. 

The chunins at the gate nodded at me dutifully. There was a sense of formality and discomfort behind their carefully composed faces. I nodded back and crossed the threshold. I took in the sight of Konoha before me. It had changed so much. 

Everything had changed so much. 

I looked around with trepidation, though I imagined nobody around me could tell. I wanted to disappear, run back out the gate and into the forest where I belonged, a part of the shadows. Instead, I sucked in a deep breath and walked on towards the hokage’s office. That building was definitely still where it had always been. It gave me a sense of calm.  I watched children dodge me out of the corner of my eye. That was for the best, I was no good with children. I awkwardly strolled, one arm tugging at my pack. I quickly realized that my attire was not at all fit for the village. I climbed the stairs to the hokage’s room, praying I’d see a familiar face soon. At the door, I could hear an all too familiar voice behind the door, an exceedingly annoying one. He was talking to Kakashi. Why was he here anyway, he ought to have been at home with Hinata.  I pushed the door and walked in, not wanting to make a ceremony out of it. As I swung my pack to the ground, I heard him exclaim, “AH Sasuke! You’re back! You’re staying now aren’t you? You smell awful, when did you have a bath last, my God.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Uruse na-” is all I said as I looked at Kakashi for instruction.

“Good to have you back. We have your old apartment ready for you. Take this for your expenses. Let me know if you need anything else. And as always, good work.”  I didn’t meet his gaze, but nodded silently and took the envelope and keys from him. I lifted my pack up and turned for the door, glancing at Naruto for a second. He smiled at me. It was the only warm gesture I had witnessed in years now. It felt strange. I loosened my shoulders and grimaced at the door. “Yeah I do need a bath.” He started to laugh and clap at my back, ruining the moment as per usual Naruto.  “Oh and Sasuke, Sakura is waiting for some word from you. She’ll be at the hospital. Do get back to her.”, Kakashi’s voice sounded as I closed the door behind us. I felt the back of my neck turning sweaty. 

Sakura. How was I supposed to face her. What was I even supposed to say.  “Sakura chan’s missed you loads- datte bayou! You need to meet her”, Naruto said chirpily. “Yeah yeah. I will-” I shrugged it off the best I could, but I could tell her would not let it go, so I tried a different tactic. “How’s married life-”, I looked at him and smiled slightly.  That hit the bullseye. Just that much was enough to make this fool blush from head to toe. “Oh you know- it’s all good- I-”. I looked at him pointedly and said, “How’s- Hinata..” At this, Naruto stared blankly back at me till he looked like he would implode. I started to chuckle at him as we walked towards my shitty apartment road. “SASUKE- I can’t tell you something like that- that’s- you’re a real sly, disgusting bastard you know- Sakura chan doesn’t have a clue-”  My smile dropped as he brought up Sakura again. Great. He’d pester me to go see her again. I better focus on this wedded bliss of his. “SO- Naruto-kun.That’s what she calls you right?” “Y-yes. It’s fucking weird for you to call me that. UGH you’re ruining it”, he cringed. That was a rare sight. You only ever saw other people cringing at Naruto, not the other way round. 

I opened the lock on the door, and pushed the door in. As Kakashi had said, it was all dusted and aired out. These people spent too much time on me, I could’ve managed this little chore on my own. I stared at the wall with melancholy. There were no pictures hanging anywhere, or little curios. I had thrown out all the cat figurines Itachi used to collect, after smashing them first.  My eyes clouded over for a second, as the memories of living in this dingy apartment room filled my mind like a storm.  “Ahh Hinata is getting more and more beautiful every day. AND YOU KNOW WHAT. SHE’S SO CLOSE TO BEATING MY RECORD AT ICHIRAKU RAMEN.”  Thank God for this idiot. I smiled as his voice brought me back to the present. I turned to him, putting my pack down near my bed and took off my loose turban. My rinnegan was free now. He was very well acquainted with it after all.  Naruto beamed at me for a bit and we just stood there looking at each other. I know he felt what I felt. I know it. And it was good to be home, just for that minute at least. After that, the awkwardness set in. I cleared my throat a bit, signalling him to leave me alone. Thankfully, the message was received. 

“Alright then sasuke. You settle in. You know where to find me- OH wait you don’t. I moved to a bigger place for me and Hinata-”  “Yeah yeah, I’ll find you- just ask anyone where the hero of Konoha lives and have them walk me there to get an autograph-”  He blushed at that. Stupid bastard was forever humbled. I wish I had known how to be that way 5 years ago. God, I felt so stupid. Uzumaki Naruto was 10 times the man I ever was. This, Uzumaki Naruto. 

I was about to shut the door behind him, my thoughts straying to the bathroom and how I’d have to at least hose down everything before I had a bath in there-unless these generous fuckers thought of that too. I almost groaned at the thought- Kakashi cleaning my shitpot. That was just too painful to imagine- albeit amusing.  “Oh and Sasuke-kun. Go see Sakura-chan. That’s what she calls you, right?”  My simple thoughts were yanked to a fearsome, complex maze of emotions in an instant. I gave Naruto the hardest death stare I could manage. He just grinned at me stupidly and climbed down the stairs.  I shut the door and sighed deeply. NO- Now I will shit in peace for a while. Then worry about everything else.  The bathroom was indeed, very clean, too fucking clean. There was new soap and a toothbrush, with toothpaste. I looked at myself in the mirror. My strange eyes stared back at me. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I looked like some kind of deranged animal, one that had retired from being feral. My hair was overgrown, but I didn’t mind that. Would I have to start minding that now that I had to integrate into society? Did I have to integrate into society?  How the hell would a one-armed, creepy, sullen looking Uchiha murderer like me integrate into society. I didn’t want to hope for a normal life, that was asking too much. Why was everyone trying so hard to give it to me.  I squeezed some paste onto the toothbrush. I didn’t even think I’d remember how to do this properly, until my hand just moved on its own. I smirked at myself when I was done. Teeth clean- one thing ticked off on my list of things to do to start a new life.  I took off my ragged cloak and pants, stepping into the shower cubicle. Let’s see here- hot water, wow. The soap felt amazing on my skin. I used to love being clean back in the day. There’s a specific soap I used too- I ought to buy some for myself later. That’s it. People buy things for themselves all the time. I can do that too.  I tried to pick out the grime from under my fingernails, and added yet another thing to my list of things to buy. I probably had a nail cutter around here somewhere. The dirt washed out of my hair, swirling into the drain. It gave me immense satisfaction. I felt the tired animal in me being whisked away. 

I smiled to myself. I might just pull this off.  Sasuke-kun? 

That is what she called me. She’s always called me that. It didn’t mean much to me back then. It still doesn’t really. Hinata does that for Naruto. It’s a form of endearment, right? Sakura has always given me affection. Affection I didn’t deserve. Affection I didn’t want.. Affection I didn’t know how to want.   I was completely alone, and safe. I felt comfortable, standing under the shower, not hearing a sound from the outside. It was okay to picture her face. It felt okay. I never ever let myself usually. It felt awful to even try. Sakura’s face made me feel like the most vile, cruel, beast that had ever walked the face of this earth.  I clenched my fist, fighting back the tears. I can’t look at her face. I can’t. I was a monster to her. I’ve always been. She’s forgiven me because that’s how she is. She’s a better human being than I am. She needs to stay away from me now for her sanity. I’m a broken thing. I should tell her that, forcefully if I must, and let that be that. 

Sasuke-kun.  She wouldn’t leave me just with that. It’s her. I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. Why won’t she give up on me.  Naruto’s face loomed in front of me now. I cringed at the sudden change of scenery in my head. He never gave up on me either. I turned off the water and stepped out, smiling to myself. They never gave up on me.  Wrapping the towel around my waist, I considered it. Naruto is fine. He has a life that’s separate from me, a very happy one. Sakura on the other hand.. She wants me to love her. I can’t love her. I don’t know how to love someone.  I don’t know how to love someone adequately. Maybe I do love her, but not the way she would want.  I looked at myself in the mirror, the stub of an elbow poking back at me in the reflection. Sasuke-kun. I looked away from my reflection as a small smile threatened to grow on my lips. I didn’t even deserve the way she said my name. Her pink hair, and pink personality sure did look cute on her. Why would she want my darkness around that. I can hardly stand it, dampening her spirit like that.  Sakura-chan. It was strange to even think those words. I didn’t want to belittle her by saying that. It’s something you say to babies or to a woman you don’t respect. Sakura could beat the hell out of you if you belittled her.  Sakura-chan. Ridiculous.  I frowned as I realized that he still calls her that. Ano yaro. He’s married to Hinata and still calls her Sakura-chan. Ridiculous. She can still put him in his place after all these years. Doesn’t it bother her? Sakura-chan. I put on the spare clothes left for me there by the Sasuke Welcoming team, whoever they were. First thing’s first, I had to buy myself some essentials and clothes. Pocketing my keys and money, I opened the door.  Sakura-chaaan, I muttered under my breath. I’d never do something as stupid as that to show my affection for her.