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vanilladove · 11 months

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❤︎ ₊ ⊹ get free (1/3)

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: asylum patient!nikolai x asylum attendant!fem!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: v suggestive w/ plot (yasssss); read at your own discretion

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: unhealthy relationships, infidelity, slightly yandere(?) nikolai, dubious consent, nikolai himself is a warning lol, also sorry if the asylum! au is inaccurate

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: reader is an asylum attendant and is assigned to their newest admit nikolai gogol. ALSO this fic is heavily inspired by @/cherikolya's fic she's the one i'm running with- pls check it out and support her! also i'm splitting this up into 2 parts bc watching the aot anime has been breaking me and consuming all my thoughts, but i still want to post:( ˚₊‧꒰ა read pt 2 & pt 3 & bonus (bad ending) ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 5.7k (oops...what can i say nikolai makes me delulu)

"Nikolai Gogol. Age 26. Male. Charged with terrorism, first-degree murder, and treason among other things, but he got off with an insanity plea. Look over his file before he comes in later." The man behind the desk tossed the neat file carelessly onto the acrylic surface, exhaling boredly after giving his monotone rundown.

"I'm being assigned to him? But I already have other patients to take care of!" You inquired, fists forming at your sides as you already imagined the overtime and exhaustion you were going to rack up.

"Attendants don't grow on trees, do they? Don't assume I'll give you special treatment. Besides, I'm handing your other patients off to the new girls, so you'll be able to focus on Gogol. He's high priority." The man butted back.

Tch. You sighed and grabbed the file, mumbling a "fine" and turning to leave his office.

"Goodbye, dear." He spat it out like venom with a forced smile. You glanced back once more at the man: your boss--or rather husband--before heading out the door. You two were simply a marriage of convenience--a business transaction. In exchange for funding to build a new asylum on par with Mersault to rehabilitate criminals, your father had offered your hand in marriage to his business partner's son, who had become entranced by your beauty after seeing you once in your father's office. He wasn't too bad of a man at first, and you both related over your occupation together, but your marriage started to go sour after he realized you weren't just a pretty face or obedient wife, and it worsened after his narcissism and egocentricity started to show. He was too traditional and trapped you in his cage of rules and regulations. Even sharing the same bed and having dinner together couldn't reignite the nonexistent spark between you.

You walked back to your office and closed the door behind you before making yourself some herbal tea to calm your nerves. Laying down on the plush couch in the middle of your room, you looked through your new patient's file, trying to memorize all the details.

Nikolai Gogol, huh? What kind of person are you? You shivered reading the list of his crimes, which seemed endless and cruel.

An hour or so had passed before you heard a soft knock at your door. "Miss?" Another attendant had come to fetch you. "Your patient is waiting for you in the white ward." The white ward was where "high priority" or more dangerous patients were kept.

"I'll be out in a moment!" You called out, getting up from the couch and tidying up the space before fixing your hair and pulling down your uniform. It was a black flowy dress with puffy bell sleeves and a white rounded collar. The dress itself was a bit too short, being designed and chosen by your gross and perverted lovely husband. You walked out the comfort of your office and followed the attendant to the white ward.

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"Miss, this is your patient Nikolai Gogol". The attendant gestured to the tall man standing in the hallway outside of his room. He was strapped and held by two guards, with several others surrounding him holding special guns. He had a neutral smile on his face that turned upwards upon seeing you. You couldn't help but be momentarily mesmerized by the man in front of you. He wore a loose white button up and white linen pants--the standard male patient uniform--and his white hair was messily layered with a long, neat braid on his shoulder. His eyes were the most captivating to you, one emerald and full of life and the other a dull blue with a scar. Without the jester attire donned in his file pictures, he actually looked quite...handsome and prince-like?

You snapped yourself back to reality after remembering who you were dealing with and bowed slightly, just enough to stop your dress from riding up.

Observing the situation, you could sense the belligerence seething from everyone else. Not that you could blame them, the new patient was a dangerous anarchist. Your personal philosophy was always to treat the patient as humanely as possible in order to build trust and security, so you tried to not think about your new patient's file information. Just focus on diffusing the energy of the space and getting the jester to somewhat like you.

"Hello, Nikolai. I'm your attendant and will be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here," You looked back up and smiled gently at him, starkly contrasting the hostile glares from the other attendant and guards. "Let's get along, okay?"

Nikolai's eyes widened immediately and he tried to move closer to you. "Whaaaa! Nice to meet you, pretty miss! I can't believe such a beautiful girl is taking care of me!" The two guards forcibly stopped him from taking another step and the others pointed their guns at him.

Nikolai frowned and stopped squirming. "Hey! All I did was talk! Put those scary things away!" He giggled as the guards retracted their guns slowly and stuck his tongue out at the other attendant, who looked disgusted yet scared. He wasn't intimidated or scared at all. The guards then opened the door to Nikolai's room and placed him sitting down on his bed. Before you could follow to begin debriefing, the other attendant tugged on your arm lightly.

You turned back at looked at her. She had a fluffy blonde bob, light green eyes, and freckles. Lacey, one of the young new hires your husband mentioned earlier. "Um Miss, aren't we supposed to follow the script when interacting with patients? I thought smiling at them and speaking casually promoted unwanted feelings and was unprofessional?" You cringed, loathing that she sounded just like your husband when he was lecturing.

You shot her a fake sugary smile, "Oh, yes, I usually just take a softer approach with more unstable patients. Don't want them to stab you in the back immediately, do you?" You tried to answer lightheartedly, but your efforts clearly failed by the way Lacey had a horrified look on her face from your little joke, like it was the worst answer you could've said. You awkwardly coughed and put your hand on her shoulder.

"Right, thanks for reminding me, Lacey. It's great that you remembered the boss's words." Rolling your eyes once your back was turned to her, you stepped into Nikolai's room. You already dreaded Lacey telling your husband about you deviating from protocol and the long talk he would have with you at home.

"Four of us will be staying here to observe the debrief, Miss. This man is dangerous." You nodded as each of the four the guards stood in a corner of the room and the rest filed out of the room. You pulled up a stool and sat down, giving your new patient a run down of his daily schedule and how the asylum operated. The whole time, his eyes watched you excitedly like a puppy and he giggled and nodded frequently in between your sentences. It was strange and unsettling, but you were slightly relieved you didn't have to deal with an aggressive patient.

Scooting closer to Nikolai, you pulled out a small water bottle and a case of different pills. "These are your daily meds, Nikolai. I'll come to give these to you every morning at six before breakfast. I'll monitor your progress and adjust your dosage as time goes on." He nodded as you stood up and placed the water bottle on the stool, putting on a white latex glove and pouring the pills out into your hand. "I'm going to be administering them to you just for today. Open your mouth and don't close it until I'm done, okay?"

"Okay, missy! I'll be a good boy and try not to bite your pretty fingers off!" Nikolai perked up and giggled like a child getting candy. You mentally cringed and prepared yourself for the worst as you stepped towards him. What could you expect? This man was dangerous and had no reason to listen to you. The guards tensed up as you moved closer and pointed their guns at the jester's face. You swallowed as Nikolai opened his mouth, obnoxiously saying "ahhhhhhhh" and bouncing in his spot lightly.

Heartbeat increasing, you placed your free hand under Nikolai's jaw, thumb supporting his chin and lifted his face up slightly to you as you dropped the pills into his mouth. Mind racing and anxiousness clouding your vision, you missed the way he gaze softened. He closed his mouth and leaned into your touch more, nuzzling your delicate fingers. You swiftly pulled away, turning your head back to grab the water bottle behind you, attempting to hide the light rose that dusted your cheeks, unsure of whether it was from fear or embarrassment. Nikolai's eyes were still intently on you, so you secretly hoped he had missed that.

As you opened up the water bottle and stepped back towards Nikolai again, he shook his head. "I already swallowed them, I don't need any water, miss attendant." He opened his mouth again to show you proof before you sighed out an "okay" and tightened the cap back on. You grabbed the empty pill case before gesturing to the guards to put their guns down. They complied and two came over to slowly undo the restraints on his upper body, making sure to hold him back immediately after.

"Well, Nikolai, that's all for today. Thank you, and I--"

"Whoa, missy, you have a ring! Too bad you're already married!" Nikolai interrupted, his head poking up but quickly being pushed down by one of the guards. You cursed yourself silently as you froze in place. Since you had to move around a lot and constantly clean, you wore your wedding ring on a simple gold chain as a necklace instead. It was usually tucked under your uniform, but it must have slipped out when you were laying on your couch earlier. You cleared your throat awkwardly, tucking your necklace back into your uniform and trying to get rid of the instinctive frown on your face that appeared anytime your partner was mentioned.

"Yes, I'm married. Anyways--"

“But you held my face so lovingly just now. Won't your husband get mad? You're supposed to do that to him, not your new captive, right?"

You tightened your fists at that.

"That man…does he treat you well, pryntsesa?" Even though his head was held down, his dark gaze still cut into you, now not as innocent as it was before. You were sure the cheeky man was smirking too, taunting you with an otherwise harmless question.

You let out a fake laugh and an even faker wide smile in response, just eager to leave and go home now. Whatever charm you had your patient initially under had clearly faded away. "I'll see you tomorrow at six, Mr. Gogol." Nikolai's smirk turned down after hearing the name change, but quickly turned back up again followed by loud hysterical laughs--unbeknownst to you, who had already left his room.

"So the little ptashka wants to play games, does she?"

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"Thanks for dinner, dear." Your husband said, wiping his mouth with a neatly folded handkerchief.

Shocking. Is he being...nice?

"Of course, I've already packed your lunch for tomorrow, too." You replied, occupied washing dishes and organizing the kitchen again.

"So, how was your first encounter with Gogol?" He inquired, walking over to you to put his dishes into the sink and lean against the counter beside you. You stopped for a moment, surprised he was making conversation with you today, as he usually retreated back to your shared bedroom or went to the living room to watch the news.

You were about to start until you noticed his brows furrowed and his arms crossed. You took your rubber gloves off and placed them next to you.

Oh boy, he's about to lecture me, isn't he?

"What are you really trying to say?"

He exhaled. "Well, Lacey--"

That snitch. You couldn't believe her.

"Ahhh, Lacey. The sweet young new girl you hired as extra help. What about her?" Your spouse's eyes narrowed.

"Respect your coworkers, dear. Lacey told me about your unprofessional interaction with Gogol. Smiling at a murderer and treating patients as friends doesn't exactly align with the asylum's values, now does it?" He said sternly.

"I was just trying to immobilize him. You can't exactly make a patient trust you when everyone's just shooting daggers at them, y'know?" He didn't look convinced. "Besides, this has always been my approach since I started in this field, and it's never failed me. You more than anyone should know I have the most successful recoveries among all the staff."

"Fine. Just make sure your unorthodox tendencies don't rub off on the other staff." He looked down at your neck. "And don't tuck your necklace under your uniform anymore. Don't want all the delinquents getting the wrong idea. You're off the market now" He lifted the chain of your necklace and traced the outline of the ring before letting go and walking to grab his coat and a pack of cigarettes.

"Going outside for a smoke break. You should get to bed and get some sleep for the long day tomorrow" He replied before walking out the door, your eyes following him.

You didn't miss the way he swiftly grabbed the keys and fixed his hair before leaving.

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"Good morning, dove!" Nikolai chirped upon you entering his room.

"Good morning, Nikolai. Did you sleep well?" You asked softly, taking his medication out and handing it to him, along with some Ukrainian candy.

"Mmhmm, yes I did! I had a sweet dream, too, doll, but I can't tell you what it was about!" He said excitedly. Used to his antics, you only laughed in response and watched as he took his pills--still without water for whatever reason and unwrapped the minky binky candy, popping it into his mouth.

Five weeks. That was how long it'd been since Nikolai was admitted to the asylum.

Despite your initial worries of dealing with a monster, you and Nikolai had gotten along quite well. He seemed to only listen to you, though, much to the dismay of the other attendants. It was beneficial for you though, since it meant you didn't have to work overtime seeing to other patients.

Nikolai had developed a habit of calling you by anything but your name, bestowing several different pet names on you--a new upgrade from "miss" and "missy".

He also became increasingly touchy with you as well: constantly holding your hand--intertwining his fingers with yours, braiding your hair, and hugging you when he felt "cold". Perhaps you were desensitized to it or just touch starved, but you rarely complained about it. You would rather keep him happy and easy to deal with, anyways.

"Look, pretty girl, I finished all my meds!" Nikolai exclaimed as he opened his mouth to show you proof that he swallowed them all.

You gave him a friendly smile. "You aren't having any bad side effects from your meds, are you?" You found it a bit odd that Nikolai's dosage never changed, since no one could pinpoint his exact condition. It made your job easy, though, so you tried not to think much about it.

"No ma'am. I had some trouble sleeping at first, but it's all gone now!" He stood up from his bed and watched as you straightened it up--simultaneously checking for anything suspicious. There never was anything somehow.

His hands loosely wrapped around your waist as he pressed himself against your bent back and rested his chin on your shoulder, causing you to push your hands into the sheets and wrinkle the thin blanket. You let out a surprised squeal when you felt his warm breath on your ear.

"Love, can we eat breakfast in the courtyard today?" He whispered softly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself blushing as you turned around and pushed him away, his hands still remaining on your waist.

"Y-Yes, N-Nikolai, we can go to the courtyard today." You said, finally stepping away to be free of his touch just for him to hold your hand. He flashed a happy smile at you while skipping out the door, tugging you along with him.

"Yayyyy! Me and ptashka are going on a date~"

"...It's not a date, silly." You replied back, blush still faintly across your cheeks.

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You inhaled the fresh courtyard air, still holding hands with Nikolai as you walked on the cobblestone path. His breakfast to-go box and your lunchbox were on the nearby bench; you both already ate, but Nikolai basically ate most of your food, claiming the dining hall food was "stale and dry" compared to the pillowy cream puffs you'd brought.

"Wahhhh! Look at the fishies, dove!" Nikolai exclaimed, waving his finger at the koi fish swimming in the fountain. They eagerly swam towards him, probably thinking he was going to feed them. He giggled, eyes focusing in on two of the fish.

"Don't those two look like us, love?" You were snapped out of your previous trance and looked down to see a black koi fish and a larger white koi fish together cuddling into each other.

"Oh, I guess they do. Because of our uniforms, right?" You looked back up to Nikolai to see him frowning and still staring at the fish.

"No, dove, because they're in love..." He said lowly, to the point where you almost couldn't hear him. His gaze softened as he looked back down at you and cupped your face gently.

In love? Us?

Eyes widened, you felt confused as you looked away, not sure how to respond or think. The sudden action caused Nikolai's hands to drop away from your face. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see his disappointed face as you stammered, "We're not in lo--"

Your eyes flew open again as you felt something hard in your hand.

A bouquet of lavender roses was in your hand, with Nikolai giving you a big grin with his hands behind his back. "Pretty flowers for my pretty girl." You blushed, forgetting about what had just happened. You had always loved roses and their romantic charm.

When was the last time your husband brought you flowers?

"Lavender roses symbolize delight and love at first sight. They remind me of you." Your eyes widened again as you looked up, Nikolai turning serious and gazing at you affectionately, like you were really lovers.

You found yourself getting lost in his heterochromatic eyes. Somehow, you felt peaceful like this. Even though he was a dangerous criminal. Even though your heart was already sworn to another man.

"Thank you, Nikolai. They're beautiful." You said smiling at him, this time being genuine and not passive. You were falling into a serene state, only able to focus on him. His action had somehow touched your conflicted heart and put you in a good mood.

He laughed happily in response, pleased by your reaction. "You look lovely when you smile like that, sweetheart." He pulled your other hand back to the bench so you could sit.

"Also, you should give me a nickname, too. I have so many, but you only call me Nikolai~" He pouted, scooting next to you on the bench.

"Hmmmm...What should I call you then? Niko? 'Lai? Nikolas...?" You pondered, both of you slightly cringing at all of the options, each one sounding worse than the previous one.

"I know!" Nikolai exclaimed, grabbing your hands--still holding the flower bouquet--and clasping them together, "Kolya. Call me Kolya. That's what my close friends and family would call me!"

Family? You mean the ones you murdered? You tried to shake the thought.

"Kol--Ahh!" You cried out as you felt a deep prick on your left ring finger. You pulled your hand away from Nikolai's and dropped the bouquet, watching the blood drip down your finger and down to your thigh.

Nikolai's eyes filled with concern, "Love! You're hurt!" He rushedly rummaged through his breakfast box and his pockets, trying to find a napkin to stop the bleeding. You tried to calm him down, telling him you were fine, but he wouldn't listen.

Suddenly, he seized your left hand and brought it to his mouth, closing his lips around your ring finger. Shivers ran down your spine as you felt him running his tongue over your finger, getting every last drop of blood and kissing the spot slowly when he finished.

Heat rushed into your cheeks as the air felt thick, no longer serene and peaceful. Nikolai's eyes darkened, and an unreadable expression fell on his face.

"There's still some there, dove." He gazed down at the blood that had dripped onto your thigh. Your stomach churned at the thought of what he would do next as he pushed you down onto the bench and brought his lips to your inner thigh, leaving soft kitten licks all over the spot and lightly groaning.

"Niko--Kolya, s-stop--" You tried suppressing the moan threatening to spill out from the contact on your sensitive skin. You tried to push him away softly, but he wouldn't stop, now pressing light kisses that travelled up your thigh to your sweet spot. He was getting close. Too close.

You pushed his head away, not trying to be soft anymore, and sat up again, moving to the far side of the bench. You pulled down your dress again to cover your now reddened thigh.

"W-We can't do this. It's wrong. You're my patient, and I'm your attendant. And..." You hesitated, regaining your composure, "...And I'm married." You said, biting your tongue. The gold necklace suddenly felt heavy around your neck, like it was pulling you down.

Nikolai laughed bitterly, "You don't love him though, myla. He's kept you trapped in a cage. Is that what you want, dove? Do you want to be trapped in his cage?"

"I--"

"Miss! Mr. Gogol! There you two are! We've been looking everywhere for you both. There's a group wellness activity starting for all the patients, and they're waiting on you." You turned around to hear a familiar high-pitched voice.

Lacey. The snitch new girl.

You put on a fake smile. "My apologies, I completely lost track of time. Lacey, you can escort Nikolai to the group's meeting spot. I'll be retiring to my office for the rest of the day." She nodded as you grabbed the bouquet and your lunchbox and took one last look at Nikolai before standing up from the bench and turning away, "I'll see you tomorrow, Nikolai." You didn't wait for a response back.

It felt too awkward. Everything felt confusing; you knew your place but you also wanted to be free. You liked Nikolai but you didn't know if those feelings could be considered love. You surely didn't love your husband...

All you could do was hold onto the roses and gaze up at a dove flying across the sky. For a moment, you wished to be like that dove. To be elegant, at peace, and loved.

You wished to be free.

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Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to scan your access card and enter Nikolai's room. Today was a special day, after all.

"Good morn--"

"Love! You're finally here! I was waiting for you~" Nikolai exclaimed as he lunged towards you, burying his face into your neck. He wasn't wrong; The extra time you spent collecting your thoughts and debating going in or not made you two minutes late.

You lightly pushed Nikolai away--not before he caught your hands and intertwined them with his again--and tried to put a neutral smile on your face. "Nikolai, I have good news for you."

His face lit up as he clasped your hands and brought them towards his chest, "What is it, dove? Are you divorcing your husband and leaving him for me?" He shook your hands excitedly as you eyed him disappointingly. He really wasn't going to drop this lovesick act, was he?

You shook your head and cleared your throat, "No, as a reward for good behavior, you can choose a special place to visit and an item to keep in your room. Your options are the courtyard, the gy--"

"The library. I want a book to read." Nikolai stated, suddenly turning serious, taking you slightly aback; you didn't take him as the type to be able to sit still and read for a long time.

"Alright, the library it is then. Take your meds first, and then we can go, 'kay?" He nodded excitedly as you turned away from him to make his bed and do the usual check. Nothing suspicious, as usual.

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The guard greeted you both as you approached the grand library doors. It was an old wooden room with tall glass windows that contrasted the relatively short bookshelves. It wasn't exactly a popular destination for patients, so the books were mostly dated and collecting dust. The natural light inside made it one of your favorite break spots during your trainee days, so it was a bit nostalgic for you.

"There are security cameras around the library, but radio in if anything happens." The guard explained sternly, looking over at Nikolai and then you, "Do you need assistance with your patient, or will you two be fine alone?"

You shifted your gaze over to Nikolai, who had a slightly mischievous smile on his face but maintained a serious expression. "We'll be fine alone. He'll behave." The guard nodded at you before opening the door and letting you two in. The door shut firmly and you tried to grab Nikolai's hand, but he dashed away from you towards the large stained glass window before turning to face you.

"It's so big in here, ptashka. I haven't been in a library in sooooooo long. I actually love to read, y'know?" He said, smiling and motioning for you to join him. The colorful stained glass reflected on his face, casting multicolored kaleidoscopes on his face.

You joined him, admiring his beauty momentarily before leaning against the window and crossing your arms. "I didn't know that, no. To be honest, I didn't think you were much of a reader.." You said lightly with a giggle.

Nikolai grinned back, "Heh. There's a lot you don't know about me, dove." He looked away, lowering his voice a bit, "But that's fine. You'll have plenty of time to learn everything later~" You looked at him confusedly, not quite catching what he said, but you remembered the reason you came and grabbed his hand again.

"Anyways, was there a particular book you were looking for? I know this place pretty well." He laughed in response.

"Ah, is that so? Well, I'm looking for The Overcoat. It's my favorite book." Nikolai said proudly, like he was trying to impress you with his literature selection.

"The books are sorted by last name. Do you know the author?" You asked, leading him towards the bookshelves. Nikolai just squeezed your hand and started skipping forward at a fast pace, practically dragging you behind him as he started giggling hysterically.

"Nope! Not a clue, hehe~" You paused and frowned at him. Who didn't even know the author of their "favorite" book? "The genre's fiction, though, if it helps~" Nikolai said giddily, turning towards you and swinging your arms from side to side. You sighed and slowly headed over to the fiction section. There were about 1,000 books to go through, so you weren't exactly too excited. Not that it bummed you out too much, though, since your husband had asked you to help the new girls clean if you finished early with patient duties. You supposed you'd rather spend your time with Nikolai finding his book.

You both agreed to search the shelves simultaneously, Nikolai looking on the higher shelves and you on the shorter ones. The space between shelves was quite narrow, making his chest rub against your back several times. He wasn't shy either, grabbing your hips to maneuver past you, causing you to jolt when he pressed himself behind you.

Starting to lose count of how many books and shelves you'd checked, you were falling into a tired daze until Nikolai's sudden shout woke you up. "I found it, dove! I'm the winner! Me, me, me!" You looked over to Nikolai, who now had his book in his hands, and shot him a relieved smile.

He hurriedly headed towards you as you gave him some congratulatory praise. "Guess our work's done here, then. Let's get some lunch and call it a da--"

He hugged you suddenly, making you yelp as he giggled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against him. He leaned in by your ear, squeezing you tighter, inhaling your scent, "Say, dove, do you still have the roses I gave you from the courtyard?" You perked up toward him as he smiled, awaiting your response.

You did. You'd placed them in a small glass vase--trimming the thorns off--and put it on your dresser. Somehow, the sickly sweet smell was stronger in your room than it was in the courtyard. "Yeah," you smiled, "They're in a vase by my dresser. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them because of how beautiful they were." Nikolai snickered at that, delighted that you'd cherished his little gift.

He slowly smirked, "Your husband doesn't give you flowers, does he?" You tensed up a bit under his arms but relaxed again, frowning and looking down.

"No, he doesn't. I think the last time was during our honeymoon." Nikolai cuddled into your neck after that, rubbing your sides like he was trying to comfort you.

"What a shame, love. You should leave him for me. He doesn't deserve you." Nikolai said, his teeth barely grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Was the space always this narrow?

"I can't. It doesn't work like tha--"

"Why not, though? Leave him for me. I'm actually perfectly sane, y'know? I know how to make you happy, how to free you from his cage..." He paused, "How to touch you..." His hands on your waist trailed down, pushing your skirt up higher.

"H-hey!" You stammered, stopping his hands from going further with your own, "We can't do this. There are cameras here." You anxiously looked around, trying to find them, but Nikolai's hand grabbed your face and pulled it back down to him.

"Shhhhhh. Stop worrying, myla. This is a blind spot. It's covered by the light, see?" He tilted your face up slowly again toward the camera, which was in fact covered by a big, dusty lantern. How convenient.

He pushed your skirt up again and grinded himself on you, and you swore you could feel his bulge pressing up against you. "You've been driving me crazy, dove, since yesterday I've only been able to think about you," he grunted, slipping his hands into your loosened dress and under your lacy bra to palm and squeeze your breasts. "The sounds you made...I wanna hear them again."

Your head was screaming at you to run away and get the guard, but you couldn't ignore the wet spots on your matching lace panties from your arousal. To be honest, you didn't remember the last time you'd been this intimate with anyone, and your body was clearly craving touch. Your breath hitched as Nikolai kissed below your ear, working his way down to the crook of your neck. You were starting to feel lightheaded.

Becoming more desperate for a reaction, Nikolai suddenly pinched your sensitive nipples and bit down on your neck, causing you to yelp in pleasure. "A-ahh K-Kolya--" The sudden impact caused you to push back against his clothed member and grip onto the sturdy shelf in front of you for support. You could feel him grinning in satisfaction, letting out a low groan.

"Mmm there's the pretty noise I wanted to hear~" Nikolai replaced his lips with his tongue, trailing slowly up and down your neck as you kept bucking against him, needing more friction. "Dove," he heaved as you mewled upon feeling his tip brush against your clit through eachother's clothes. He couldn't handle seeing you start to lose yourself. "F-fuck, kiss me".

Nikolai grabbed your hips suddenly and turned you around, so your back was against the wooden shelf. You looked up at his face; he was panting heavily, eyes filled with lust, and a few strands loose from his usual kept braid. The sight of him made your cheeks flush and your panties even wetter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, bringing one hand to his lips and tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. You gazed intently at his lips. Just one kiss will be fine, right?

Both of your noses were practically rubbing against each other as Nikolai started to dip down. "Kolya, I--"

BAM!

You instinctively pulled away as you recognized the sound of the old library door being kicked down. As the stomping of the guards' boots grew closer, you pushed Nikolai off your body and fixed your dress. Nikolai shot you a surprised glance as the guards knocked down the heavy bookshelves to open up the space around the two of you, eliminating the narrow confines. You couldn't process what was happening as five guards circled around Nikolai, drawing their guns and pointing them at him as he put his hands up. Another guard was slowly approaching you, lifting the walkie talkie up to his mouth.

"06, copy. Patient Gogol has been surrounded and apprehended successfully. We're on our way to the interrogation room," He glanced over to you, still sitting down in shock, "His attendant's here, too. We'll bring her to you, Boss."

Boss? Your husband? Shit, had you been caught?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice Nikolai being handcuffed and pushed out the door--or the way he looked back at you--until the guard put his hand on your shoulder and called out your name. "Miss, we need to get going. We'll explain everything once we're with the boss again." He helped you up as you trailed slowly behind him with a churning stomach and The Overcoat clutched tightly in your arms.

˚₊‧꒰ა part 2 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˚₊‧꒰ა part 3 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#vanilladove #vanilladovebsd #bungo stray dogs #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs #bsd #nikolai gogol x reader smut #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol smut #nikolai x reader smut #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #not me having to rewrite this twice bc tumblr didnt save properly #way too many words lol #splitting this up into 3 parts bc aot has been breaking me

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boy next door | song eunseok smau

ᡣ𐭩 song eunseok x fem!reader.

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis. in which yn keeps texting a random number life updates, that turns out to be the boy next door.

ᡣ𐭩 genre. smau + mayb written chapters, strangers to friends to lovers!au, fluff, angst?, romance, slow burn kinda. (& bad humor i’m sorry🙂‍↕️)

ᡣ𐭩 features. rest of riize, txt’s beomgyu, le sserafim’s eunchae, illit’s moka & more.

ᡣ𐭩 notes. random pictures will be used to visualise concepts, outfits & photo style for mc. do not hesitate to leave an ask if you have any suggestions!

ᡣ𐭩 status. complete - 300424

ᡣ𐭩 taglist. closed !! @kyusqult @starwonb1n @teddywook @seunghancore @molensworld @ahnneyong @lecheugo @eternalgyu @rksbae @hakkkuu @wonychu @nakam00t @totheseok @ilovechanhee @strawbaemi @miyawakiblossoms @kgyam4 @sseastar-main @rosesfortaro @dodot04lover @daegale @b-riize @seongminloverrr @luvyujun @lipsbyive @bludzk1llzyuzu @keilovr @ksywoo @bambisnc @poollabug @rllymark @jinanangel @bunni @drinktaro @wonbinsvlle @lcvehee @miyawwn @snowyseungs @nujeskz @https-yeonjun @esther-kpopstan @inmybunnyera

ᡣ𐭩 profiles ; dream team | physic ward

ᡣ𐭩 chapters.

01. delivered ??????

02. oops..

03. small world

04. gyu next door

05. oh wait!

06. “free for you”

07. miffy?

— 7.5. new miffy fan bonus

8. eunseok nosy era

9. lover girl

10. phone calls?

11. count your days

12. who hurt you

13. no boyfriend

14. new cafe

15. cupid’s plan written + smau

16. heol²

17. as long as ure happy...

18. hey lovely

19. a coincidence? written + smau

20. blonde seok

21. miffy madness written

22. you knew??

— 22.5. rip song eunseok bonus

23. am i dreaming

24. can't wait

25. misunderstood

26. sucks to suck

27. lovesong?? really??

28. surprise stream

29. just asking written + smau

30. alright? written + smau

31. wrong gc

32. serenade pt.1

33. serenade pt.2

34. pretty written + smau

35. cute or wtv

36. so dramatic

37. never too much bonus

38. makeup tester bonus

39. stole your mans bonus

40. finally home bonus

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holdupjack · 1 month

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The Asylum Pt.1

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Pairing: Hermione Ganger x Fem!Reader

AU: Earlier 1900’s & Horror

WARNING: 18+ MINORS DNI/SUGGESTED RÄPE/GORE

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Third Person P.O.V:

July 1899

Y/n let out an anxious breath as she looked upon the Brightwood Asylum in the remote location in the north of Ireland.

Woods surrounded the structure, they were all dead and rotted, Y/n couldn't even see a living tree anywhere around her.

A bad omen.

Two horse-drawn buses stood dormant in the vacant lot as Y/n strolled near it, the animals were nowhere to be found. Her eyes shifted across the straps that lay on the ground, they had been cut free intentionally, but why?

It was a long walk to and from, and she should know, no one would take her here in the town a few kilometers/miles away. The feeling of eyes on her as she trudged her way through the woods was very prevalent.

Y/n looked back at the building and noticed it was eerily quiet, which was confusing since this place had bared windows that were always open. People in town had said that they could hear the patients screaming at night after most of the citizens had gone home.

One man she had talked to had said that the shrieks were the most common, but the calling for help from anyone, god, and the devil was the hardest to bear when he was outside past dusk.

Y/n had asked about a new patient that was brought here a few months ago, a woman around her age, that was accused of witchcraft in England.

The man had asked for a picture, to which the young woman quickly dug one out of her coin purse and showed him.

Hermione Granger, her girlfriend.

It had been a dubious trail, a constable had grown quite fond of Hermione since they crossed paths on her way to work in the local factory.

She had turned down his advancements kindly, but that wasn't enough. He had tried to force himself upon her one night, but Hermione was able to get away and run back home to her 'roommate'.

Like clockwork a few days later, she was placed in handcuffs under the suspicion of witchcraft. It turns out that the constable was a very well-liked and influential man, his reach stretched far into the justice system.

When Hermione arrived at the courtroom later that week, she had asked for a barrister to represent her in the trial, to which she soon found out that the officer had blacklisted her from any willing help.

She was completely ostracized.

Before Y/n knew it, her girlfriend was sentenced to life at Brightwood Asylum as a 'willing participant' for their observations.

Y/n was horrified by the letters Hermione would send her before they randomly stopped a month ago.

Her hand snuck into her coat pocket and pulled out the last letter she had received from her girlfriend.

'June 11th, 1899

Dear Y/n,

As you remember in my last letter, I have been hearing rumors from other women in the female ward that an uprising was on the horizon. It wasn't till this morning that my fears were confirmed, a woman named Susan, who suffers from random outbursts of chaotic episodes, came into my room and told me to stay inside tonight. She told me to not come out no matter what I heard or saw and to keep my door locked until another woman came to get me.

Susan kept insisting that I should not open my door to any man or doctor. I'm terrified of what tonight will entail.

If you do not hear from me again, please don't come here looking for answers.

Please Y/n, I need you to stay safe.

I forgot to ask you in my last letter, but didn't the moon look lovely last night?

Patiently waiting for your letters.

- Hermione Granger'

Y/n eyes shifted back onto the seemingly empty asylum as she folded the letter back into her pocket, and sighed,

"I can't just sit in our home and wonder what has happened to you" she whispers as she looks around the lot one last time.

Then she noticed a horse chewing on some grass at the edge of the treeline, at first she thought it was one of the bus horses, but then spotted a constable logo on the blanket under the saddle.

The man's story in town popped into her mind.

"A few weeks ago the screaming just stopped. At first, everyone was relieved! We watched as the day shift was taken up the trail the next morning, but the night shift never came down. That's when we knew something horrible had happened, the chief of police sent a group of men up there that night, and guess what? They haven't returned either."

Y/n shook her head and slowly made her way up to the entrance of the building, the doors rattled as she tried to open them, but it was locked tight.

She raised her knuckles to knock, but hushed whispers seeped through the cracks.

"Someone's at the doors, do you think it's the chief?" a man asks as another scoff in detest.

"No, he's too much of a git to come up here. Too afraid to see the monsters he created" he replied as the voice got closer to the door.

"Who is it." a gruff man asks through the door and Y/n clears her throat to respond clearly.

"My name is Y/n Y/l/n. I've come to check in on my friend, Hermione Granger. I haven't received a letter from her in quite some time, and I am worried" she replies, and it's quiet on the other end for a moment.

"The Asylum is closed until further notice, have the Chief of Police contact us for further orders" he replies, and Y/n furrows her brows in confusion.

"The Chief of Police? What does he have to do with this?" she asks and a sad chuckle comes from behind the door.

"Everything kid...everything."

Y/n paused and began hearing footsteps walk away, which made her panic.

"Wait! Is she okay?" she calls out, and the footsteps stop.

"Who were you looking for again?" a frail man's voice asks, someone different.

"Hermione Granger, she's on the third floor of the woman's ward, room 11B" Y/n replies as she hears the shuffling of paper.

"She is still alive, but please, leave before you get hurt," he says and Y/n shook her head out of pure confusion.

Still alive? Before you get hurt?

What the hell is going on?

"Wait-"

"We must go, I'm sorry"

"Hey! Wait! Tell me what's going on here!" Y/n yells as she pounds on the door, but it is no use, her questions aren't going to get answered with a door between her and the voices.

Y/n backed up into the lot and looked around the front of the building, Hermione had written in one of her letters that her window had a beautiful view of the town, so that must mean her room in the front.

She had said the female ward was on the right, but did she mean facing the building or away?

"Dammit" Y/n sighs as she began walking around the huge facility, looking for a ladder or basement that they might have left open.

"Please be a ladder-please be a ladder-"

Of course, there was no ladder, just a small walk down towards a door marked 'basement' in the back.

"For love" Y/n reminded herself as she slowly stepped down to the door, which she now realized had a bloody handprint smeared on it.

"If that doesn't scream 'walk in here and we'll kill you', then I don't know what does" she whispers with a nervous chuckle as the door opened with ease.

The smell of sulfur was pungent, almost making Y/n double back in disgust as she pressed her wrist to her nose.

"Oh god" she mumbled in horror as she closed the door behind her quietly, the hall had a track on one side, and the words 'MORGUE' with an arrow painted on the wall towards the door she came through.

There was a small building in the back that had a smoke stack coming from its small metal pipe in the roof like a blazing fire was stuck inside.

Y/n wouldn't be surprised if there was a cremator in it, it was the easiest way to hide any evidence of foul play for an Asylum.

Hermione had said that they seemed to be experimenting on any patients which caused a ruckus in the building.

This happened a lot, because there were many people stuck in this building with mental illnesses and disorders we don't understand yet.

Y/n found it horrible what they did to people who just don't understand what they have done wrong. Sometimes she thought the doctors didn't know either

The light flickered above her as she slowly walked down the passageway, a small whisper could be heard as she made her way toward the stairs next to the closed elevator.

It was locked purposely, a chain was wrapped around the door that would usually be pulled back to let someone off. To Y/n's surprise, she found a young man curled up and rocking in the fetal position, in his late teens, he was the whispering she had heard.

"Dr.Matthews doesn't like it when I'm not in my cell-but where is he?-is he sleeping in the supply closet with Nurse Rose again? No. I think he was the next to be-"

Suddenly the man looks up and stares at Y/n, her eyes widening in horror at the missing skin and tissue that is supposed to cover his right cheek. She could see his teeth without him having to open his mouth.

"You're not supposed to be here" he sang as he stood up and got closer to the steel door, Y/n opened her mouth a few times as she stared into his eyes.

"Who locked you in here?" she asked as he fiddled with the name bracelet on his wrist.

It said, Regi Willis.

"Dr.Matthews said he would be back for me, but he never returned yesterday" he mumbled as Y/n looked around the hall, she gazed near the stairs and noticed a dragging trail of blood that led through the broken-down door.

"I saw Willie take him in there, he screamed for so long until he either got away or gave in" Regi states as she looks back at him.

"I'll be right back, let me see if he dropped the key nearby" she whispers as he just nods and stares at his feet.

Y/n slowly followed the trail that no one should ever purposely investigate, but she just can't leave him to die in an elevator.

Slowly she poked her head into the dimly lit stairway and shut her eyes immediately at the sight she saw.

Presumably, Dr.Matthews lay on his stomach against the stairs. His pants and undergarments had been forcibly ripped away, and it wouldn't take a genius to put together what had happened to him. Dried blood trails had left paths down the back of his legs.

"Oh god..." Y/n whispered as she opened her eyes again and slowly walked over to what was left of his pants, which lay next to his body.

Her hands shook uncontrollably as she searched for the key, hoping to save at least more than one person from this god-forsaken place.

"Help me" a horse voice whispers next to her, causing Y/n to stumble away, looking at what she thought was a dead body. His eyes were barely open, and his lips were cracked from lack of hydration.

"Dr.Matthews?" Y/n whispers as a tear falls from the corner of his eye onto the wooden stairs.

"Please help me," he said again, and Y/n nodded quickly.

"I am, I've come for my friend, but I'll have this place swarming with help soon" she replies as he begins to sob, either in relief that this nightmare was almost over or the fact that it would still be a while before any help came.

Y/n wasn't sure.

"He broke my spine, I can't move" Dr.Matthews whispers as Y/n quickly searches through his pants pocket, and finds the key.

"Regi might be able to help, let me go unlock him," Y/n says and the doctor sighs in relief.

"He's okay? Thank god" he states as Y/n quickly runs towards the elevator.

"Regi? Dr.Matthews needs your help. Do you think you can carry him to the town hospital?" Y/n asks as she finds him still standing where she left him.

"Yes. Dr.Matthews is my friend! He saved me from the room with the lightning" he replies as the Y/n shoved the key in the lock and watched as the chain fell to the ground.

As she opened the door, Regi quickly stepped out and walked toward the stairway, Y/n followed after and stuffed the key in her pants pocket.

"Hi, Dr.Matthews" Regi whispered as he stood at the doorway, biting his nails, the doctor let out a soft chuckle and sighed happily.

"Hi Regi, are you alright?" he asks as Y/n takes off her coat and places it around the man's lower region.

"I'm okay, are you okay?" he asked as he stepped closer and watched the young woman slowly flip the doctor onto his back.

"No, I'm not" he replies calmly, almost like he wasn't just desperately asking for help earlier.

"Regi, I need you to carry Dr.Matthews to town. He'll be able to get help and save some more of your friends in here." Y/n says as the young boy nods and begins to take the older man into his arms.

"You're my friend now, right?" he asked and Y/n smiled at the boy.

"Of course Regi, my name is Y/n" she replies as the boy smiles back, looking happy that she had agreed to be his friend.

"I have four friends now Dr.Matthews," he says happily, to which the older man smiled.

"That's wonderful Regi, maybe we could all get together and eat dinner after all of this?" he asks and the boy grinned, his loose skin stretching around his exposed teeth.

Even in tremendous pain, the doctor still cared about his patients more than anything.

"Oh Y/n, take this key in my front pocket before we depart" the doctor states as she quickly pulls out a silver skeleton key from his shirt pocket.

"This will unlock most doors in the facility," he says as his eyes meet hers.

"Will it open the cells?" she asks and his eyebrows flew up in surprise.

"No, why would you want to do that?" he asks and Y/n lets out a breath.

"My...friend is here, and she's not supposed to be" Y/n whispers as she averted her gaze.

"Who is it?" Regi asks as he taps his fingers on Dr.Mathews's side in an unknown rhythm, she quickly looks back at him with a smile.

"Hermione Granger, she's on the third floor" she replies as his smile resurfaces like an empty water bottle that had been held underwater.

"She's my friend too, she gives me her pudding at lunch" he stated as Y/n chuckled, and slowly escorted them back into the hall.

"That sounds like her, I bet she'd love it if all of us got together" Y/n states as points to the door at the end of the corridor. Maybe it was just to calm the boy's mind, or maybe it was to calm her own, but these promises did sound nice. Especially in the place she has not even been in for half an hour.

"Go out that door and follow the road back to town, Dr.Matthews will get help and hopefully get this mess handled," Y/n says as Regi nods as the doctor begins to speak to him in a quiet voice, something about getting him some honey-covered fruit. She watched the boy shuffle off to the door at the end of the long hallway, noticing the way his body shifted from side to side with each step.

Once she heard the door creak open and slam shut again, a sudden feeling of isolation took over Y/n's body. Feeling the way the air on her body stood at attention in the dim lighting, the distant songs of yelling and footsteps made it even more uncomfortable for her.

Her eyes slowly turned toward the stairs case, a beat of sweat across her forehead as she took a deep breath. One foot in front of the other. That's it. Just take it slow.

Each step up the stairs was quiet and calculated. All she had to do was sneak up to the third floor, get through the male ward, across the lobby, and into the female ward.

Easier said than done.

Once she made it to the main floor, she could hear the men from the front door were bickering to each other. Y/n slowly peeked her head around the corner, seeing their silhouettes dancing against the wall.

"Are you sure Willie has been secured back in his cell? God, did you see what he did to Dr.Matthews? It wasn't supposed to be like this man, we were only trying to get better care, but the-" the frail voice was cut off by the more dominant one, who silenced him with a simple wave us his hand.

"Yes, that monster is back in his secured cell, and speaking of Doctor Matthews, why don't you put him in the incinerator out back?" he responded and Y/n's eyes widened in fear. What the hell is going to happen when they realize he's gone?

"Incinerator? Do you hear yourself? That man may have been a whore, but at least he was kind-" he was cut off again.

"Don't you get it, Bernie? If the Chief finds out that we let one of our hostages get assaulted to death, don't you think he'll have us lined up against the wall?! This is life or death for us, so do as you're told! And kill Regi! His yapping mouth will give us away for sure!" The gruff man yelled as Y/n saw one of the shadows move quickly, which caused her to throw caution to the window and run up the next flight of stairs.

Y/n found the second floor to be completely pitch black, even the emergency lights were busted out. She squinted her eyes in the darkness before shaking her head and taking her chances to sneak up to the third floor. This time she was much quieter again, her head peaking over the railing to see a figure walking down to the basement.

She didn't have time, and a hiding place was the best option at the moment. Y/n took a small breath before finally making it to the fully lit third floor.

"Mark! Mark! Dr.Matthews is gone!" A voice rang out before Y/n felt the hairs stand up even taller, her body subconsciously moved into the empty hallway before quietly fitting under the nurse's station desk. Her heart pounded like someone was squeezing clay between their fingers and letting go.

She pulled in a chair to cover herself better on the exposed side of the desk. Y/n could hear the sound of footsteps running up and down the stairwell. Panicked voices repeating questions or not even getting them answered.

"Someone's here! Someone has to be here! Who would have let Regi out of the elevator? Dr.Matthews was dead! Or at least at its doorstep!" The man, apparently named Mark, says. The other one, Bernie, was mumbling incoherent prayers, almost like he was on the verge of tears.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as she heard the footsteps get closer, slowly coming up the stairwell and into the hallway. Then it was quiet, a few sniffles from Bernie passed by until a deep breath was let out.

"That kid from the door...what was her name?" Mark asks almost directly in front of the nurse's station. Y/n covered her mouth to stifle the loud breathing that tried to escape her as her heart pounded like a drum circle.

"Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n" Bernie responded as he took a deep breath as well, but much shakier than Marks. Then there was silence again.

"She had said that Hermione was the reason she was here" Mark hummed as his footsteps slowly walked toward the other end of the hallway, back toward the stairs. Y/n wanted to move, but the chair was in her way, and she's screwed if it scrapped on the ground or slammed into something else.

All she had to do was wait.

"Look for her, now"

This might take a while.

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic #fluff #angst

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 1 year

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Boundaries pt. 1

Witch/Demon AU (where the read is a witch and has a pact with all of the demon!141)

The funny thing about having a pact with a demon is that you can technically summon them at any given point. There’s not a guarantee that said demon will show up, as they have their own business to attend to, seeing as you’re a witch with four pacts, you magic is quite powerful.

That’s to say, when you summon the boys, they will come because you force them to.

It’s rare that you do summon them. You understand that they still have a job to do and that they busy often, but when you do summon them, they know that they’re in deep shit.

“I can’t believe I expected any of you to have the common decency to treat my house with respect!” You flail your arms around wildly. “I let all of you into my house, eat my food, sleep here and this is the thanks I get?”

You’ve been yelling at them for nearly 30 minutes now and not a single one of them has uttered a word. They’re all sat on the couch while you pace and stomp in front of them, scolding them like they’re children, which you would argue they are.

Normally it was one of the sergeants that got a got scolding from you (though not to this level) but even Price was in the hot seat this time.

It all started because you needed to deal with some witch business in another city. All you needed was someone to watch your house for you, to keep things in order and to make sure no hauntings get out of hand.

And it just so happened that they boys were on leave, so you figured you could trust them to keep things under control while you were gone for two days.

You were wrong.

The potions you had spent hours making were mixed, destroyed and otherwise unusable because Soap got curious. Price burned a huge hole into your couch and your rug because he dropped his cigar. Gaz had shattered most of the lights in your house due to him getting angry at a game of football, and Ghost punched a hole in your wall because he got scared by an actual ghost.

And then they made it worse by trying to “fix” everything. You came back to a destroyed house seeing red with none of them in sight.

“All of you are banned from my house until you can prove to me that you won’t trash it!” You declared.

“How can we prove it if we can’t come in?” Soap was brave, or maybe just stupid, enough to say something.

“Just get out!”

You very quickly sent them back to wherever they came from and just like that, they had officially been kicked out of the house.

You immediately put up all of the protection wards you knew, did everything that wards demons out, and even blocked off the entire section of the street to them.

To say you were furious was an understatement.

And the boys were devastated.

Not only was their pride hurt because they were just ripped a new one by you, but they genuinely feel bad for what happened. All of it had been an accident, none of them had meant for any of that to happen even when they were trying to fix the mess and made it worse.

They wanted to apologize for it and they tried. They sent you texts, tried to call you, even sent you emails and letter mail to get in contact with you but you were giving them the silent treatment.

You completely cut them off and they were starting to really miss you. How could they not? You were their little witch and they wanted to see you again to let you know that they wouldn't let it happen again.

So after a lot of bribing and begging from everyone you heard a knock on your door a few weeks later and opened it to see a woman with blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" You wondered and she gave you a smile.

"I'm Kate Laswell, I work with Captain Price and his boys." She introduced herself and you stared at her with confusion. "You're the witch, correct?"

She couldn't be a demon or else she wouldn't have been able to even get to your front door. She looked human, though looks can be deceiving, but you couldn't think of what she could be.

"Can I come in?"

A/N: will finish this hopefully tomorrow just had to get this out

#witch!reader #demon!141 #simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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skylarsblue · 2 years

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✦Masterlist✦

✧Rules✧ -- ✧Who I Write For✧ -- ✧Masterlist 2✧

✧--✦Slasher✦--✧

--✧Multiple Characters✧-- Yandere!Reader Pt.1; (DBD Ghostface, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair)

Yandere!Reader Pt.2;(Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, The Sinclair Bros, Jason Voorhees, DBD Ghostface, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire)

Cat Calling; (Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Bros, Thomas Hewitt)

Random Headcanons; (Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, The Sinclair Bros, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer)

Fluffy Smut/Aftercare; (Michael Myers, The Sinclair Bros, Brahms Heelshire)

Reader W/ A Tiny Mean Dog; (Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Bros, Billy Lenz)

Slashers W/ A Strong!Reader; (Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Bo & Vincent Sinclair, DBD Ghostface)

Slashers W/ A Male!Reader; (DBD Ghostface, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Brahms Heelshire, Bubba Sawyer)

Slashers W/ A Reader W/ PTSD; (The Sinclair Bros, Bubba Sawyer, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees)

Slashers W/ An ADHD!Reader; (The Sinclair Bros, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Brahms Heelshire)

Ghostfaces W/ An Autistic!Reader; (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, DBD Ghostface)

Sinclair Bros Getting Tricked; (The Sinclair Bros)

Sinclair Oneshots; (The Sinclair Bros)

Sinclair Bros W/ A S/O W/ An Eating Disorder; (The Sinclair Bros, bonus Nick & Carly)

Sinclair's W/ A Hispanic!Reader; (The Sinclair Bros)

Random Sinclair Headcanons; (The Sinclair Bros)

✦Bo Sinclair✦

✦Lester Sinclair✦

✦Vincent Sinclair✦

✦Michael Myers✦

✦Jason Voorhees✦ ✧Pending...

✦Brahms Heelshire✦ ✧Brahm's reaction to his S/O leaving the house

✦Thomas Hewitt✦ ✧Pending...

✦Bubba Sawyer✦ ✧Pending...

✦Stu Macher✦ ✧Pending...

✦Billy Loomis✦ ✧Pending...

✦Billy Lenz✦ ✧Pending...

✦Tiffany Valentine✦ ✧Pending...

✦Harry Warden✦ ✧Pending...

✦Pyramid Head✦ ✧Pending...

✧--✦Our Life✦--✧

--✧Multiple Characters✧-- ✧Pending...

✦Cove Holden✦ ✧Cove W/ A Dominant Reader; NSFW headcanons

✦Derek Suarez✦ ✧Pending...

✦Baxter Ward✦ ✧Oneshot; Be At Ease

✦Qiu "Autumn" Lin✦ ✧Pending...

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leiandroid · 1 year

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psych ward au pt 2 🌸 | (pt 1 here)

he tries to hide his scar but she says its part of him and clips his hair back !

#gaaino #gaara #ino yamanaka #NARUTO #naruto psych ward au #my art #leiandroid #building confidence with ino 101 #the socks are also from her #he never matches them #not on purpose #WARD BESTIES #for reference they are genin age #:o)

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roguehongsami · 10 months

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Velvet Crowbar | Pt. 2

—★ pairing/s: guitarist!wooyoung x fem!metalhead

—★ genre/s: smut, au

—★ synopsis: 1983. wooyoung is making your breakup a hellscape. but him getting kicked out of velvet crowbar was the escape you needed all along, as it pushed him to his breaking point.

—★ content: age gap (18!reader x 23!wooyoung, consensual), unprotected sex (condomize), breakup? sex, dacryphilia, creampie, possessive ex, talk of ownership, animal abuse (don't), alcohol consumption (don't), drug overdose (don't).

—★ word count: 4.5k

—★ navigation: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

—★ masterlist here

A month went by since Y/N had last seen Wooyoung. He stopped picking her up from school, never even attempted to check on her. Their relationship slowly sizzled out in the past weeks. Aside from school, nobody had seen Y/N. Not at the junkyard where the local metalheads would go to vandalise abandoned property, not at shows, not even at house parties. Y/N took up space everywhere she went and her absence was felt.

Conversely, Wooyoung had put himself back out there again. He was at every party, every show. Playing at small venues with Velvet Crowbar. He was with a different girl every week. It wasn't all sunshine. He could not bring himself to admit that the separation had taken a toll on his guitar playing and songwriting. It was fairly noticeable. Everyone could see it. Wooyoung drank minimally and dabbled a bit in recreational drugs. Y/N knew but it never bothered her because he had a handle on it. Now he was pitching up to rehearsals either drunk or doped up, screwing up a solo or two.

People were talking.

Mrs. Scott was gentle not to set her off. She was a lot more careful with her words, always made sure to give her a hug when she could. One of her friends informed her of Y/N's hospital visit with Wooyoung in the prenatal wing. Put two and two together, she had her answer. As furious as she was, she could never vocalise it as it would undo all progress made to ameliorate their bond.

"Mrs. Wentworth told me you were at the prenatal ward a month ago."

Silence met her on her side of the door.

"I'm not angry, Y/N. You ever need to talk about it, I'm here." she sighed. "I know what it's like..."

Y/N unlocked the door for her mother and laid back down on the bed. Mrs. Scott spooned her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Before you, I fell pregnant quite young. Your age, actually, and your father was about Wooyoung's age." Mrs. Scott exhaled. "Your father wasn't ready, nor was I. The reason I was against you dating Wooyoung was because, it felt as if I were watching you act out my past."

"The difference between dad and Woo is that my being here proves that dad knew he wanted a future with you." she whispered, almost impossible to hear. "Woo talked a big game but when things got a bit too real, he showed me how undependable he was."

Mrs. Scott squeezed Y/N's arm reassuringly. "I'm sure that's not true, sweetie. He was probably as scared as you were."

"You know, I cried after that. I was hurt. I laid there in bed, he didn't even hold me." she broke into a sob. "He was dead asleep. That pregnancy changed everything."

She turned around and buried her face in her mother’s chest. "Woo felt like forever to me." a disheartening wail filled the room. "Jesus, I hate him so much!"

"No you don't, sweetie." she cooed in her daughter's ear. "I could see it but didn't want to admit. That boy loves you as much as you do him. Give yourself time to work through the pain first. You'll both eventually find your way back to each other."

A few moments passed, faint sobs occupied the atmosphere. As much as Y/N wanted to believe her mother’s words, she couldn't. Her deep-seated abandonment issues were eating away at her core. She blamed herself more than anything. Red flags as bright as day, she chose to not heed the warnings.

This was one thorny bed she laid in.

She hustled out of bed and sat in the alcove by the window, contemplating where she had went wrong. Her eyes followed as the neighbourhood children played in the cul-de-sac. Little giggles making their way into her room. Unaware of a few tears running free on her cheeks.

"He stopped picking me up from school, always coming home late." she scoffed. "Said rehearsals with the band were taking longer than usual, I knew he was lying. He found any and every excuse to not be around me."

Her body turned to face her mother. "You know he blamed me for getting pregnant? He showed me how despicable he can get, but I shouldn't have expected so much from an alcoholic junkie. That's my fault."

The room fell silent. Mrs. Scott taken aback from the change in Y/N's emotions. She felt partially responsible for how everything had unravelled. Too much was going on all at once and she felt as if she was losing a grip on her daughter. Relieved that she was starting to see the light, ultimately the price was not worth it.

Y/N started getting dressed, putting on a much more comfortable look.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Scott asked.

"The haberdashery downtown. I'm gonna get some material." she said, nonchalant.

Mrs. Scott stood up from the bed, excitement painting across her face. Clapping her hands endlessly, her glee almost contagious to anyone within her vicinity. She threw her hands around Y/N shoulders, pecking her forehead. Y/N's brain quickly registered the situation, and just allowed herself to be cocooned.

"Are you sewing again?" Mrs. Scott queried, jumping up and down in her spot with Y/N enveloped in her arms.

"Please unhand me." Mrs. Scott stood inches away with a gleaming smile on her face when her daughter spoke. "I came up with some designs after Wooyoung signed me up for art classes. I also applied to a bunch of schools, so I need to have some pieces to present when they call me for interviews." she shrugged. "And I need the distraction."

Everything felt like it was falling back in place. A turbulent annum marked by loss, arguments and broken trust. Things were looking up in the Scott household and Mrs. Scott couldn't hide how grateful she was. Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over her. Her mother pulled her by her hand, leading her out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

"Come on, we're getting you a new sewing machine. Top of the line!" Mrs. Scott shouted. "I'll get somebody to clean the atelier so you can have your workspace back."

"Mom, I don't need a new machine and I can work from my roo-"

"You need a stimulating environment to make clothes and your room just won't do." Mrs. Scott waved her hand dismissively.

Her mother swiped her car keys off the kitchen counter and marched to the door, Y/N trailing behind her like a lost child.

Day by day, Y/N was slowly getting back to her old self. She could feel the Wooyoung-sized hole stitching itself back up. Picking up the pieces and putting herself back together, it was going to be a long road. Acquiescing herself with things she used to love doing was the first step. Most after school activities were fairly routine; an hour of art class, three hours at the atelier and the remaining hours spent studying for exams.

To unwind before the final paper, Brady Halliwell hosted a house party for the matrics. Y/N was ready to make her social return.

Unlike every other outfit, this time she kept her look simple. She was without the usual heavy, dark makeup. She sported a white woolen sweater, a black seamless long sleeve top, with black bell-bottoms and checkered Vans slip-ons. She made her way downstairs and as she was about to slip out, Mrs. Scott stopped her.

"You're writing Maths on Monday, where are you headed?" Mrs. Scott asked.

"Brady's party."

Mrs. Scott stared at her worriedly.

"Not the kind of party Wooyoung would go to, mom. Different crowd."

She nodded. "Oh, okay." she stood up from the couch. "I'll drive you."

After a silent ten-minute drive, they arrived at Brady Halliwell's house. You could hear the music from outside. Some people were sitting outside on the porch. Two guys, presumably drunk, were chasing each other with hosepipes on the front lawn. She made her way past the crowd, eyes landing on her. Hushed whispers and murmurs, here and there. Her friends were in the living room, standing in a circle, chatting up.

One of her friends, Murphy, saw her approach. She threw her hands in the air and screamed, "She's back!"

The lot turned around, shock painted across their faces. They pulled her into an embrace and made space for her in the circle.

"I thought this wasn't your scene anymore." Rosanne spoke loudly over the music.

"Yeah, what brought you here?" Caroline asked.

Y/N struggled to find her words and she shamefully looked down at her shoes. Her friends immediately caught on.

"Don't worry, we get it." Murphy pulled Y/N's wrist and put her arm over her shoulders. "I know we don't do it like your rocker friends, but tonight, my sole mission is to get you so shit-faced that you won't even remember that good-for-nothing's name." she smiled ear-to-ear.

[ . . . ]

As Y/N stood there with a solo cup half-full with beer, listening to Brady Halliwell talk about the golden age of film, she was feeling regretful. She felt so out of place; the music wasn't what she was used to, the setting was too "put together" for her liking. As hard as she tried to be invested in the conversation, it just wasn't interesting. Visual media was never Y/N's forte.

Brady stood at about 5'6 with a medium build. Brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin. Nothing but a sweet guy with a big heart. He was the scrum-half of the school’s rugby team, always raking in distinctions on his report, with an interest for old hollywood films.

"Casablanca is a good watch, especially when-"

Brady was cut off when two men appeared from behind Y/N and stood at either side, putting their arms over his shoulders.

San and Seonghwa were the other members of Velvet Crowbar, who've all known each other since their high school days. That's when they had formed the band, along with Hongjoong who played rhythm guitar and was lead singer. San was their bassist and Seonghwa was their drummer.

"How's it going Bradford?" San grinned as he looked down at Brady, chewing his gum.

Seonghwa playfully punched Brady in the stomach and grinned. "Long time no see, buddy." he faced Y/N. "It's been a while, Y/N."

"What are you guys doing here?" Y/N's face wore a bored look as she rolled her eyes.

"Just here to see Bradford." San deigned. "He promised to show us his rugby trophies."

Seonghwa lightly chuckled as his smile materialised. "Yeah. Actually, let's go see them right now."

San and Seonghwa walked away with Brady, with very little protest on his end. Y/N stood in her spot dumbfounded as she watched their backs disappear into the scene. She put the solo cup down on the counter. As she turned around to go find her friends, she bumped into a sturdy figure. Her balance disturbed, she lost her footing and stumbled back. When she looked up, she was met with a cold expressionless face.

Wooyoung grabbed her wrist and led her through the crowd into an empty bedroom. A few eyes followed them. Y/N was in too much shock to speak. She was confused and trying to process everything that was happening. He locked the door and released her from his hold. His eyes were droopy and the stench of alcohol was coming off thick.

"What are you doing here? With San and Hwa no less." she exasperated, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I just needed them to distract Bradford so I could get you alone." he spoke calmly. He pulled out a blunt from the inside of his leather jacket. "Want?"

She smacked the blunt out of his hand. "No, Woo. Who told you I was here?"

"Somebody at our show told me you were here. And by the looks of it, I was right." he towered over her. "You're not having a good time. But what do mall-maggots know about fun? They're all gonna grow up to be a bunch of yuppies with a penthouse and some kids in a few." he cupped her face as his words slurred and leaned in close enough for their lips to graze. "But you don't want that, do you?"

She remained silent, her chest heaving up and down. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Too frozen to react.

"You wanna have fun first. Make a mess, yeah?" he kissed the corner of her lips. "With a guy like Halliwell? You'd be stuck in Kialecombe forever."

He was right.

The smell of alcohol from his breath invaded her nostrils, driving her into a dizzy spell. His voice carried so much weight. A weakness of hers. He knew how to get into her head. What to say and how to say it. Getting her back would surely straighten him out. His head was telling him he would never find love like he did in Y/N. Flaws and all, she loved him all the same. They wormed their way into each other's hearts. No, it was more than that.

It was a psychic imprint.

"You abandoned me." she whispered as she averted her gaze.

"You needed space." he whispered. "So did I."

Her eyes began welling. "You avoided me and blamed me. The abortion was just a wake-up call. I don't think we were ever gonna work."

Wooyoung would not give in. He felt himself coming undone the longer they were separated. Willing to try anything but admit his mistakes, he was determined to get her back. And he knew exactly what to say to reel her back in.

"Tell me you don't still love me. I'll leave and never come back." he held her gaze with the most serious look in his eyes.

"I... I..." she shamefully hung her head.

You were never a good liar, Y/N.

He planted his lips on hers. She tried to fight against it but gave in. He grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her off the floor. Her hands started undressing him, stripping him of his jacket and shirt. He sat on the bed and undressed her top half until her chest was revealed. His lips found her nipples to toy with. After a few minutes, he laid her down.

She stood up and took off her lower garments. As he was undoing his zip, she threw her arms over his shoulders and kissed him feverishly. Once he was completely stripped down, he straddled her and laid back down. He peppered kisses all over her neck and jawline, nipping the skin.

He lined himself up against her entrance. As he slowly pushed himself in, he kissed her to muffle her moaning. His thrusts started picking up speed and impact. She could feel him dancing right by her cervix. He changed angles until he could find her spot. When tears started falling down her temples, he knew he had found it. She dug her nails into his back.

"Can't you see we were made for each other?" he pounded violently in her walls. The squelching of her cunt filled the half-silence in the room, making her body shudder. Her back was arching. He nipped her nipple then smacked her thigh.

Hearing him grunt in her ear was making her release near. Her walls clenched around him and she locked her legs. She nipped at his neck, her hands getting tangled in his locks. Here and there, her moans escaped, but were not loud enough to get the attention of party-goers on the other side of the door.

He slowed down a bit until he completely stopped. He was panting, sweat beads gliding down his forehead with his hair sticking. His fingers raked through his hair, slicking it back. He held her face, squeezing her cheeks with his fingers. "Open up." She obliged, he dropped saliva into her mouth. Like clockwork, she reached for it with her tongue.

"Good girl." he smirked.

He unlocked her legs and put them over his shoulders, the back of her thighs pressed against his chest. He started thrusting again and she couldn't handle it. She was crying from all the pleasure. His lips crashed into hers and explored her mouth. Everything was all so overwhelming for her. That clamping motion was back yet again and he felt it.

"You cry so pretty. Really missed seeing that." he thrusted into her slow and hard. They locked lips momentarily. "You're my girl, nobody else can have you." she moaned in response. He thrusted even harder and looked her in the eyes. "Promise me you won't ever leave me?"

She moaned breathlessly in response.

The knot in her stomach snapped. Her walls clenched more. She bit down on her finger as she came around his cock. Her legs were shaking over his shoulders. As he slowed down, giving her slow deep thrusts, a white ring formed around his cock. His own high followed soon after, painting his seed inside her. You'd think he learned his lesson, guess not. He pulled out of her. A thick white stream was leaking out of her.

They laid in bed for about 30 minutes, his arm slinked over her waist and his face buried in her hair. He was napping. She stood up from the bed, shoving his arm off her waist. He woke up and saw her sitting up. He ran his fingers over her bare back, she jolted. As they both stood up, getting dressed, Wooyoung spoke.

"Y/N?"

Silence.

"Y/N?"

Silence.

"Will you please just talk to-"

"You keep roping me into your nonsense and I keep letting it happen. Murphy was right about you." she deadpanned.

"Murphy hates Seonghwa for cheating on her, so she hates me by association." he sneered. "Can you really trust that her opinion isn't biased?"

She threw on her sweater. He walked over to her side of the room. Her hand landed on the doorknob. He put his whole weight behind his hand, keeping the door closed. She turned to meet his gaze with a deadly glare.

"Make no mistake Y/N, I have friends all over town. Any time you think you've got something good with another guy, I'll be there to ruin it." he spoke, monotonous. "You're my girl."

"You're the easiest piece of meat in Kialecombe, it's actually embarrassing." she shoved him away from the door. "Don't think I don't know about the girls you've been bedding these past few weeks."

He pocketed his hands in his jacket. "Collateral damage." he shrugged nonchalantly. "We were made for each other, and deep down, you know it. Everybody does. Nobody has what we have."

"Had." she snickered as she pulled the door ajar. "And you... I love you, Woo, but I'm smart enough to know you're gonna hold me back."

She walked out of the bedroom, Wooyoung trailing right behind her. A few eyes landed on them. Whispers here and there. She hitched a ride with one of the guys from school. He was kind enough to take her home, dropping her off at her doorstep. As she walked in, the TV was still on. Mrs. Scott was awake. Her eyes were glued to the screen, downing palms of popcorn, watching Grease. When the door closed, her attention was brought to Y/N.

"You're back! How was it?" Mrs. Scott spoke with her head peeking over the couch.

"Pretty great."

It was the last day of Exam Season. Anxiety was thick in the air as students were flipping pages through their notes and textbooks. Others reciting their material out loud. Some scrambling to get an extra pen or pencil. The teachers came out of the assembly hall and ordered them to pack away anything that wasn't stationery. The students stood in two files, girls and boys.

Y/N pat down her skirt, repositioning her floppy bow and blazer. When she turned to her left, there stood Brady in his blazer, decorated with his rugby and academic badges. As he turned to face her, offering a small wave, there was discolouration around his eye. Not much of swelling, just tint. The bruise was fairly noticeable.

"Brady, what happened?" she whispered, eyes wide.

He gave her a kind smile. "Nothing serious. Got headbutted at the jol, that's all."

She rubbed his arm and gave him a sympathetic look. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Once they were all seated in the the assembly hall, the teachers walked around handing out the exam question papers and answer sheets. The students talked amongst themselves while they waited for the teachers to finish handing out papers, and read the examination rules.

Y/N leaned over to her right. Murphy and Rosanne inched closer and Caroline, who was seated behind her, leaned in as well.

"What happened to Brady?" Y/N whispered.

"Got roughhoused by San and Seonghwa." Murphy responded.

[ . . . ]

Hongjoong stood in the corner practicing his riffs. San and Seonghwa sat on the couch making jokes, cackling endlessly. The producer, Matt, sat in front of the soundboard, preparing for their recording session. They had been in the studio for about an hour and a half. Behind on their session, a paid one at that, everyone was growing impatient. An opportunity they had been awaiting and it was slipping away.

A ruckus from outside jolted everyone out of their train of thought. They all exchanged confused glances before what sounded like metal dustbins, clashed. Everyone moved from their positions and rushed outside. As Hongjoong pushed the metal door open, he was met with a sight of Wooyoung laying in a pile of rubbish, dustbins spilled over and another one crushed under his weight. In front of him stood Gareth, a session guitarist hired by Matt.

Seonghwa ran to Wooyoung's side, San pushing Gareth back to make distance. Wooyoung could barely hold himself up without losing balance, a bottle of Jack wrapped in a brown bag in his hand. A nasty bruise decorated his jawline.

"What is this? What the fuck is going on?" Hongjoong spoke.

"Get off of me!" Gareth growled as he shoved San. "Ask your friend." he pointed at Wooyoung. "Found him at the bar two blocks down. I was trying to get him here for recording."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Wooyoung pushed Seonghwa, who was holding him up to stand.

"Dude you were supposed to be here like an hour ago." Matt spoke.

Hongjoong walked over to Wooyoung and grabbed him by his jacket. He shook him violently. "You said you'd be better if we got you alone with Y/N." he grit through his teeth. "San and Hwa even dealt with Brady. What's your problem?"

"You should learn to chill, Hong. Cranked so damn tight all the time." Wooyoung professed, his speech slurred.

"We looked the other way when you started doing coke 'cause your playing was still good." Hongjoong hissed, eyes laser-focused on Wooyoung. "But you've been a violent and miserable mess since Y/N left your sorry ass. Your playing is sloppy and you're holding us back." he pushed him up against the wall behind him, surprising Wooyoung and dropping his Jack Daniels on the concrete path. "You're out."

Hongjoong backed away from Wooyoung, turning his back to him and walking to the studio door. His eyes were wild as he could not believe what he had just heard, his words immediately sobering him up. He straightened himself up and slicked his hair back.

"The fuck do you mean I'm out?" Wooyoung croaked out.

"Pack your shit and go! You're out of the band." Hongjoong snapped. He disappeared into the building.

Wooyoung walked toward the door but San and Seonghwa blocked his path. He fought them relentlessly. "Move out of my way!" he screamed. "This band is nothing without me! You need me! I made you! VC was my idea!"

As Hongjoong returned from inside, he had Wooyoung dufflebag and guitar case in his hands. He threw his belongings on the ground. He stuck his hand in his back pocket and threw a small roll of bills on the dufflebag.

He pointed a finger at Wooyoung and said to San and Seonghwa. "Get him on the next bus back to Kialecombe. I don't wanna see his face ever again."

Hongjoong went back into the studio, Matt and Gareth following him. The door closed with a clank from the inside. San and Seonghwa let go of Wooyoung. He stood there, ears red and chest heaving. His anger raw and unmasked. San picked up Wooyoung's belongings and the put the money in his pocket.

"Sorry, dude." Seonghwa whispered. "We tried to talk him out of it."

"Yeah. You know how Hong gets when he sets his mind to something." San added.

Wooyoung screamed from the top of his lungs, frustration culminating to the point of nearly usurping his conscious mind for control over his body. The alcohol had evaporated out of his system in that second. He trudged down the alleyway, cursing under his breath. Not a single coherent thought in his head. All he could think of was ways to get back at Hongjoong. A stray dog strolled past him. He swung his foot back and railed it into the innocent, unsuspecting animal. A pained whimper filled the atmosphere.

San pushed Wooyoung in the back, causing him to stumble forward. "What the hell is the matter with you?" San yelled at him.

"Fuck off, San!" Wooyoung bit back. "He thinks he's hot shit. I'm gonna make him regret meeting me."

San and Seonghwa exchanged worried glances, Seonghwa shrugging his shoulders. They walked behind him as they accompanied him to the bus station. It wasn't long until he was on a bus back to Kialecombe, jotting down ideas on a piece of paper. He only had one goal mind and he was going to see to its fruition.

"My family's going to the Blue Coast for the December holidays. Ah!" Caroline shrieked. "I'm gonna get tanned and watch the dolphins. Argh, I can't wait!" she shook Rosanne as she spoke.

"I can't either, if it means you don't get to shake me for a month." Rosanne grumbled.

Caroline looked at Rosanne with a blank expression then unhanded her. She took a sip of her milkshake as she rolled her eyes. Y/N chuckled, popping another fry into her mouth. Rosanne smirked to herself, a small giggle escaping her mouth.

"Where are you going for the holidays?" Rosanne put forward to Y/N. "I'm going to Ivory Canyon with Murphy."

Y/N sipped her milkshake and cocked her head up. "Mom and I are flying to Old Western to look at flats for when I go to university next year." she stretched her arms out as a gesture of relaxation. "Then we're going to Torino Cape."

Caroline leaned over the table and put her hands under her head. "Oh my god and Torino is so fabulous this time of the year. There's always animals roaming the streets, it's wonderful."

As Y/N was about speak up, Murphy came running into the diner, the doorbell ringing. Everyone turned to watch Murphy as she ran toward their booth. She slid between the table and seater and planted herself beside Y/N, accidentally crushing her into the wall.

"Wooyoung got kicked out of Velvet Crowbar." Murphy announced with a smile plastered on her face.

Y/N's heart sank at the statement. Everyone's eyes grew wide, their gazes landing on Y/N who was visibly distraught. Caroline smacked Murphy's arm and shot her daggers.

"Tact, Murphy!" Caroline hissed.

"He had it coming after he abandoned Y/N when she... you know..." Murphy's voice trailed off, hinting at the abortion.

"It's okay, Care. Stuff happens." Y/N spoke through a halfhearted, uneasy smile.

It was not okay. As much as she wanted to move on from Wooyoung, a part of her was concerned for his well-being. Especially seeing how bent out of shape he was at Brady's party. Velvet Crowbar meant the world to him and he had his entire future riding on their success. Without them, where did he stand? Y/N could not allow herself to get sucked into Wooyoung's world again.

[ . . . ]

Curse her bleeding heart.

She opened the door after found herself knocking for the fifth time to no avail. It was unlocked. She peeked in, eyes scanning the living room. As her eyes wandered, studying Wooyoung's apartment. It had been months since she last came over. The sink was piled with unwashed dishes. Counter carrying empty pizza boxes.

It was far worse than she had imagined.

Her feet were leading her to the bedroom. Slowly pushing the door open, she was scared of what she might see. Her heart was thumping at an uncomfortable pace. Slow steady breaths. She dropped her backpack and rushed to the bed. Wooyoung was unconscious, body sprawled out. He only wore jeans. A string of blood stretched from his nostril to his upper lip. On the bedside stand was a silver tray covered with a white powder substance, and an empty bottle of Jack.

"Woo?" she shook him lightly.

No response.

"Woo? Woo, wake up!" she gripped his shoulders and shook him even more violently.

He was unresponsive.

She picked up the phone on the bedside stand and spin-dialed an emergency number. It rung for a few seconds, but those seconds felt like forever and a day to her. Finally, a woman's voice answered on the other end.

"Kialecombe General Hospital. How can-"

"I need an ambulance at five-five-three Concord Street, The Sands, floor two, unit ten." Y/N cried, trying her best to remain coherent for the operator.

"Okay, tell me what happened?"

"I- I got here and he was unconscious..." she cried more. "He's not waking up. There's empty bottles of alcohol, and drugs everywhere. Hi-his nose is bleeding. I think he overdosed."

"Do you feel a pulse? Is he breathing?"

She put her ear to his nose. No warm air brushing against her skin. Nothing.

"There's nothing!"

"An ambulance will be there in two minutes, hang tight."

Y/N hung up the phone and kept trying to wake Wooyoung up. He was in too deep and she was losing hope. She hit him in the chest repeatedly, crying and begging for him to wake up. Moving on was the last thing on her mind, she just wanted him to wake up.

"Woo, wake up! Wake up!" she pounded on his chest.

The living room door flew open as two paramedics rushed in. The stretcher was outside. They came in the bedroom. One of them pulled Y/N off Wooyoung, asking her stay aside. They carried him out and laid him on the stretcher and rushed out of the apartment complex. Wooyoung was loaded into the ambulance, the paramedics told her to get in the ambulance.

Once they arrived at the hospital, she was asked to stay in the waiting room. She paced up and down the space, fisting handfuls of her hair, cursing herself. She felt partially responsible because his spiral only occurred after their separation. Tears endlessly running down her face. Teeth biting the inside of her cheek. The other visitors in the waiting room were watching her. It felt as if she was coming undone at the seams of her being.

"Y/N, what happened? Mrs. Wentworth called and said you were here." Mrs. Scott took off her sunglasses, bringing Y/N out of her reverie.

She turned around and fell apart in her arms. She could not string together a sensical sentence. Everytime she opened her mouth, a sob would unleash. Mrs. Scott pressed her head against her chest, rubbing her back to calm her down.

"I went to g-go see W-Woo..." she lifted her head off her chest. "I was going to check on him b-because he got kicked out of the band. And then I found him in his b-bed..." she broke down again. "Mom, he wouldn't wake up." she stood a few inches away from her mom, watching her with glistening eyes. "He got worse after we broke up."

"No, no. This isn't your fault." Mrs. Scott held her shoulders and held her gaze. "He made his choice and you tried your best."

"Mom, you don't understand." she sniffled and wiped her tears away with her shirt's sleeve. "This would've never happened if we never broke up."

"You don't know that." she brought her daughter into a tight hug. "Listen, we need to leave, otherwise we'll miss our flight. Mrs. Wentworth will update us on his condition but Y/N, you can't be here. You've come so far, don't let this drag you back into the dark."

Y/N obliged as she nodded her head. They left the hospital and headed back home. She sat in the car with Mrs. Scott, sobbing into her chest, while the chauffeur loaded their luggage into the car. Soon enough, they were sitting in a plane to Old Western. The last image she saw in her head was of Wooyoung's unconscious body, before drifting off into slumber.

PART 3, READ HERE.

#ateez #jung wooyoung #wooyoung smut #wooyoung angst #roguehongsami

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deaf-solitude · 6 months

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Bloodsucker Pt. 2 (Vampire!Frenchie x GN!Reader)

Takes place post-season 1, pre-season 2 once again!

Pairing: Vampire!Frenchie x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Blood, death, detailed violence, vampire feeding, fluff???, they’re goofy your honour

((Oh my god I’m SO sorry for how long I’ve been gone, writer's block hit me like a mf but I’M FINALLY BACK!! Back with pt 2 of the vampire!Frenchie fic B). I took some liberties on the mechanics/weaknesses of vampires in this part (i.e. they can go out in the sun (but are prone to sunburns), how they act when they haven’t been able to feed in a while, etc), which I hope doesn’t screw up anything too much. If anyone would like an explanation of how vampires work in this AU, lmk and I’ll make a more detailed post about it. Also this came out a lot more platonic than i intended I’m so sorry lol. ALSO ALSO i probably wont write a part 3 unless it’s explicitly asked for, and if you guys do want a pt 3, let me know what you’d like to see in it and maybe i'll get around to it :D anyway, enjoy!))

To say you were now incredibly worried was an understatement.

Over the few days since the whole vampire accusation, things had only looked worse and worse for Frenchie. The opportunities to feed on bodies after raids were practically nonexistent because of the newly implemented rules and the crew had gotten annoyingly creative in their attempts to “ward off” the suspected vampire among them. You were afraid you were never going to be able to get the smell of garlic out of your nose after this all blew over since they had been hanging up bulbs and cloves everywhere you could imagine; you had even found a bulb stashed away in the storage closet you usually napped in, which you were quick to throw out of the nearest porthole.

Despite the crew’s valiant efforts, Frenchie had informed you that garlic didn’t actually repel vampires, but it did cause what you chalked up to be a minor allergic reaction in them. This was good news since Jim had forced every person on the ship to eat a raw clove shortly after the initial incident. You were never fond of garlic, so the experience was less than pleasant, but having to deal with a bleary-eyed and runny-nosed Frenchie afterward might’ve been worse.

But what really had you worried was the raids. Blackbeard’s strict schedule of at least one raid per day didn’t let up in the slightest with the discovery of a vampire on board, and as time went on, you noticed Frenchie acting… weirder than normal.

The exhaustion came first, which was one of the symptoms you expected from him not being able to feed. It started with him getting more tired than usual as the day went on, and then taking longer to wake up in the mornings. Next thing you knew, he started joining you on your cat naps in the closet, where you’d have to practically drag him out while he was still half asleep to avoid getting caught. Now, even in the middle of the day, he fought to keep his eyes open, and you had often caught him falling asleep standing up while leaning against a post.

Then there was the weakness. You had never been a particularly strong person before being forced into Blackbeard’s crew, but you knew Frenchie was at least a bit stronger than you due to his height. He had always been able to handle larger crates of treasure easily with the help of Jim, but now he could hardly keep himself on two feet, let alone transport cargo. There were several times when you’d send Frenchie down with a crate, you’d hear a loud clunk shortly after, and when you rushed down to check on him, the crate would be tipped over on the floor with Frenchie standing out of breath next to it and complaining that his arms hurt. It was even easier to tackle and drag him around now since he had little strength to pull away.

This didn’t prove useful in raids, both for his well-being and your mental health.

You had practically adopted the role of his bodyguard, having to save his ass from combatants on multiple occasions. In one particular instance, the raid had started fine. Sure, Frenchie was a bit drowsy, but it was nothing too concerning to you at the time. A few minutes later you were desperately trying to yank an enraged man off of Frenchie, who was pinned underneath him and screaming for you to do something. Jim eventually stomped over and repeatedly stabbed the attacker in the back, causing him to crumple over right on top of Frenchie. After Jim quickly returned to their combat, you then spent another minute trying to haul the now dead man off of Frenchie, who could barely lift the body an inch off of his chest.

Today, you decided to keep a keener eye on your companion as you boarded a new ship. While Blackbeard did his usual drawn-out and dramatic entrance, you were already watching Frenchie out of the corner of your eye, who was standing beside you. Well, standing the best he could. He was swaying slightly in place, his eyes repeatedly fluttering shut and jolting open again once he realized they had closed. You bit your cheek and turned your attention back to Blackbeard. He was fucked.

It wasn’t long before Blackbeard finished his spiel and the crew leapt into action, eager to slaughter any adversary they could get their hands on. You took a breath to try and calm your nerves before lightly slapping Frenchie on the back in an attempt to wake him up a bit more, rushing forward to join your crewmates soon after. He jumped at the contact and swivelled his head to see who had hit him, when he very suddenly realized that they were, in fact, in the middle of raiding a ship. He cursed under his breath before sluggishly following after you, clumsily setting up his “claws” in his hands.

As blood started to spill, you saw Frenchie perk up, whirling around to stare at a man who had just recently been felled by Fang. What he failed to notice was another man coming up behind him, sword drawn and ready to strike. You were quick to cross the deck towards the two, slicing a gash into the man’s chest without hesitation before turning to Frenchie. He was about to lunge for the body when you caught the scruff of his jacket, yanking him back. “Are you fuckin’ mental?” You hissed, struggling to keep Frenchie in place.

“Wh-huh? No, no, I’m good,” he slurred, his eyes locked onto the body as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You groaned, slapping his face lightly. That caught his attention and his head snapped back to look at you with a glare. You paid the nasty look no mind, pulling Frenchie slightly closer to you as your face darkened with annoyance.

“Behave,” you growled before letting go of his jacket to twirl around and deflect an oncoming sword with your own. Frenchie rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how he wasn’t a dog and that he could control himself, gracelessly lunging at another poor sailor soon after.

You had just knocked the sword out of your opponent's hand when you heard the tear of flesh and the choked scream that could only be accredited to Frenchie’s handy work. When you turned around to check on him, he was salivating above the bleeding man with wide, unfocused eyes. He almost got a bite in had you not immediately abandoned your own scuffle to drag him away from the dying man once again.

The raid turned into one big game of keep away between you and Frenchie, much to your dismay. You’d turn your back on him for a second to focus on not being killed, and when you looked back at him a moment later, he’d be hovering over another dead or dying body that you inevitably had to yank him back from, and the process would repeat. You were starting to worry that it looked far too suspicious to be normal, but not much was normal about the crew anyway with the way they ripped apart seamen and pirates alike.

Speaking of, the crew had torn this ship’s crew to shreds in record time, and soon everyone was standing in piles of blood, guts, and gore of their own making. Not a single soul was left alive aboard that ship.

You stopped your fretting over Frenchie for a second as you took in the sight of both the countless bodies that littered the bloodied deck, and the numb faces of your crewmates. Your heart sunk in your chest for a brief moment; the crew couldn’t keep doing this for much longer. The heavy footsteps of Blackbeard spurred you from your grief, instinctively yanking Frenchie back to your side after he had tried (and failed) to sneak over to another body.

Blackbeard’s cold gaze studied the crew, tilting his head slightly before speaking: “Alright, collect the plunder and let’s move on, lads.” His nonchalant voice cut through the melancholy mood of the crew like a hot knife, everyone flinching slightly before being quickly propelled into action. You huffed as you watched Blackbeard retreat to the confines of the Revenge, slowly turning to look at Frenchie with an agitated glare. He faltered under your gaze, taking on the expression and posture of a kicked puppy.

“You owe me big time,” you grumbled, poking an accusing finger into Frenchie’s chest. Before he could get a single apology or excuse in, you practically dragged Frenchie–who had started frequently stumbling as he walked–off of the raided ship and onto the Revenge. Despite your annoyance, you were quick to offer your support to him, letting him lean on you as the two of you trudged off that damned ship. He had protested, saying that you two had to haul treasure, but you knew he’d drop it anyway and kept walking.

It was hard to stay mad at Frenchie, it really was. The longer you walked in silence, the more guilty you felt about the whole situation.

You brought him down to his room and sat him on the bed, eying him warily as he flopped over onto the mattress and groggily blinked up at the ceiling. “So what exactly happens if you don’t drink blood for a long time?” You started, nervously wringing your hands out as you sat on the other end of the bed.

“Umm, I d-don’t know for sure,” he muttered, his head lolling from side to side as he struggled to keep himself awake, “I th-think I dry up and die or something.” You weren’t sure about the dying part, but you had noticed his cheeks becoming increasingly hollow over the past couple of days.

Again, you couldn’t help but feel like this was your fault. If you had just ignored that stupid gap in the wall, the crew never would have found out. You sighed, bouncing your knee nervously as you thought of what to do.

…Well, you did have an idea in mind, but you weren’t sure about going through with it.

Your mouth started moving on its own before you could really think the idea through: “What if I…” you paused, biting your lip with uncertainty. When Frenchie looked up at you with big eyes and that stupid pout, you knew you’d lost.

“What if I let you… feed on me?” You mumbled, your words hardly above a whisper, but Frenchie heard them loud and clear. He nearly jumped you, actually, taking hold of your shoulders and leaning forward with dizzying speed.

“Really? Like right now?” He exclaimed suddenly, sounding more energetic than he had in days. You grimaced, averting your gaze before sighing in defeat.

“I suppose. Can’t have my napping buddy shrivelling up on me now, can I?” You joked nervously, but it went right over Frenchie’s head as he grinned brightly.

“Oh my God, you’re the best!” He praised, engulfing you in a tight embrace. You wheezed, patting his back with a strained smile on your face.

“Yep. No problem,” you huffed, struggling to breathe, “just, uh, give me a sec to gather myself, yeah?” Frenchie nodded, willing to go along with anything to let him feed on you at this point. You sighed heavily, scooting backwards on the bed and leaning up against the wall, unbuttoning a few of your shirt’s top buttons to expose more of your shoulder.

“N-nothing too obvious, okay? Below the neck, preferably,” you stammered, watching warily as Frenchie practically foamed at the mouth. You straightened your back slightly, your fingers digging nervously into the tattered sheets of Frenchie’s bed as he slowly crawled on after you. It was… extremely creepy, with the way his eyes were blown wide and his lethargic movements mimicking that of a cat stalking its prey.

“Yeah, yep, ‘course,” he replied mindlessly, drawing closer and closer to you. He positioned himself dangerously close to the junction between your neck and shoulder, his warm breath fanning against your skin sending a shiver up your spine.

“How much do you think this is gonna hurt?” You questioned to give yourself a distraction, unable to stop yourself from shaking as Frenchie grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. You figured the answer was obvious, but maybe you were overestimating how painful it would be in your mind.

“A lot,” Frenchie stated bluntly before suddenly sinking his fangs into the flesh between your neck and shoulder.

You were not overestimating it.

If anything, you were severely underestimating how much it would hurt, and Frenchie’s blunt statement did nothing to describe the pain you felt.

You had to stop yourself from screaming, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth after a sharp inhale. It felt like two giant needles had just been stabbed into your shoulder, stinging like hell and almost making you queasy enough to pass out. Despite that, you clung to your consciousness, fighting to keep yourself quiet as Frenchie started to drink your blood properly. A cold creeping feeling crawled its way down your spine from your shoulder: it was excruciatingly painful and uncomfortable as you got colder and colder, but you held out for Frenchie’s sake.

Speaking of Frenchie, you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly… intimate this seemed on his part. Forget the location of the bite, Frenchie was making some questionable noises and hums as he continued to feed on you, pushing his body against yours and feverishly grasping at the other side of your neck. You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes roll back, but it was difficult to tell from this angle.

Before you could ponder that thought any longer, you started to get woozy, feeling unnaturally cold. “Frenchie,” you whined weakly, attempting to gently nudge him away. He didn’t budge, pressing himself against you further. You sighed, and with the little strength you had left, pushed against him with all your might. “Frenchie, get off!” You hissed, finally spurring him out of his daze as his fangs withdrew from your flesh. He stumbled backwards from the force, but managed to land on his feet as he was shoved off of the bed.

His breathing was heavy as he stared at you for a few seconds, his mouth parted slightly and his pupils still blown wide. It took a moment for him to process your sorry state before his skittish demeanor returned, gulping in what seemed like awe as he dragged his hands down the back of his neck to try and ground himself. He wasn’t really sure what to do now; usually his “meals” were already dead or dying. Not sure if he should move closer to you again, he could only quietly apologize: “S-sorry, sorry. God, that was…”

“Good?” You heaved, bracing yourself with your hands against your knees while your head was bowed in exhaustion. You stared up at Frenchie through bleary eyes, who had your blood smeared all over his face, looking very pleased with himself because of it.

“Oh, better than good. I haven’t had fresh blood in ages, and yours tasted heavenly.” Frenchie marveled, freezing after his unintentional hushed statement as he stared at you with wide eyes. You did unfortunately hear him, raising a brow at his mortified expression while your lips quirked into a small, teasing smile. His face flushed but he didn’t comment any further on the notion, looking away as his tongue darted out to nervously lick away some of the blood still left on his lips.

Before you could unpack all of that, a splitting migraine invaded your skull, causing your vision to go blurry as you made a strained sound of pain. You tried to hold yourself upright, but you could feel yourself quickly tipping forward from the sudden wave of dizziness that hit you.

Before you could fall far, Frenchie had swiftly caught you in his arms with a concerned cry of your name. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ, I haven’t killed you, have I?” You could faintly hear as you clung to your consciousness, trying your best to right yourself to no avail. You could feel yourself being gently picked up and moved slightly, and then placed back down on a soft surface.

“Fuck, fuck, I’ve killed them. What am I gonna tell the crew? Where am I gonna hide the body?” You could hear Frenchie fretting, the guilt finally kicking in for him. You groaned hearing his outlandish thoughts spoken aloud, weakly reaching your hand in his direction.

“I’m not dead, you fucker,” you croaked, trying to blink your heavy eyelids open.

You could hear Frenchie gasp, and a sound that vaguely sounded like something falling to the floor beside you. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me! I-I got carried away,” he apologized profusely, taking one of your hands in both of his own like you were on your deathbed. You snorted softly, a wobbly smile spreading across your face at the action.

“Relax. I don’t think you could kill me if you tried,” you teased in a weak voice, finally managing to get your eyes open to give him a look. You had expected him to be standing above you, but after a second of your eyes searching the room, you found that he had kneeled down on the floor next to the bed. You had to stop yourself from bursting into laughter at the sight.

Frenchie’s face scrunched up in confusion at your comment before a look of confusion and slight offence overtook it. “What the fuck’s that s’posed to mean? And why are you… giggling?” You managed to laugh weakly at his reaction as you turned your head away, bringing a small smile to Frenchie’s face in the process.

“N-nothing, it’s-” you cut yourself off with more hushed laughter as you looked at him again, bringing your free hand up to cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your outburst.

“Is it because I’m kneeling? Because I’m worried that I killed my closest friend?” Frenchie taunted, though it was obvious that his words were all playful by the huge grin that spread across his face. You couldn’t stop laughing as he continued to speak, turning away from him to try and hide your face. You had no coherent answer for him, and that only encouraged Frenchie’s teasing.

“Wow. I just… this is unbelievable. I never thought you’d stoop so low, laughing at my… my concern for you,” he snarked, putting a hand on his chest in mock offence.

“Stop, stop! God, it hurts,” you exclaimed through strained giggles, clutching your stomach in pain with a wide grin on your face as your constant laughter started to give you a cramp.

Frenchie hadn’t taken your exclamation the right way initially, thinking that he actually did something to hurt you. His expression dropped almost immediately, trying to figure out what he had done as he started to withdraw his hand from yours. “O-oh, I-”

You were just as quick to snatch his hand back up when you noticed that he had started to pull away, nearly gasping as you did so. “N-no, no! You’re fine, Frenchie. It just hurts to laugh so much,” you explained hastily with a warm smile, easing his concerns.

It had been so long since you’d laughed that hard.

Frenchie’s face lit up with relief, and then quickly turned red with embarrassment. He smiled sheepishly, quite thankful that you had kept his hand in yours as he gave yours a soft squeeze. “Ah, right…”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you laid on his bed, your eyes drifting down to where your hands interlocked. You had taken to idly running your thumb over Frenchie’s knuckles, a soothing gesture that you were focused on.

“B-but seriously; thank you. I, uhm… I needed that.” He mumbled, watching you run your thumbs over his knuckles with a soft expression.

“Yeah, clearly. I mean, fuck, do I even need to mention what just took place during the raid?” You ragged, playfully rolling your eyes as the lightheadedness slowly dissipated from your body. You sat up slowly with Frenchie’s help, hissing quietly as the puncture wounds on between your neck and shoulder were jostled.

Frenchie scoffed exasperatedly, slapping your arm lightly as a light blush spread across his face again. “Will you shut up? It wasn’t that bad.”

You gave Frenchie an unimpressed look, raising your eyebrows. You opened your mouth to rebuke him, but he was quick to shush you before a single sound could come from you.

“I don’t need you to recount it, thank you.”

You laughed again, hesitantly cupping one side of Frenchie’s face with your hand, who was still kneeling on the floor. “You're welcome,” you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Frenchie’s forehead. He blinked in surprise, inhaling sharply at the soft gesture of affection. A conflicted expression crossed his face as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

”Why… why are you doing this for me, anyways?” He questioned quietly, pouting slightly. You pursed your lips, not exactly sure why you were going to such lengths for him in the first place; you had barely known him for more than a few months, and yet here you were, risking your life for him.

”…Because you’re my friend, and that’s what friends do,” you answered hesitantly, still not totally confident in your reasoning.

Frenchie seemed to catch onto this, looking amused as he raised a brow at you: “Yeah, because normal people are always letting their vampire friends feed on them.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Shut up. I just care about you, okay? Is that illegal now? Am I going to be arrested?” You argued playfully, rolling your eyes.

Frenchie chuckled, still not quite content with your answer. “You care about a vampire? A monster?”

”I do. Shoot me,” you snapped sarcastically, choosing not to comment on his monster classification just yet. That seemed like a completely different problem to unpack, and you were too exhausted—both physically and mentally—to properly address it just yet.

Frenchie barked out another laugh, finally dragging himself off of the floor to sit next to you on the bed. “Okay, whatever you say, you weirdo,” he finally caved, dropping the subject for now. You snorted at his name calling, shaking your head with a smile.

Frenchie’s eyes drifted back to the puncture wounds at the base of your neck, wincing at how deep they were. They weren’t bleeding, but there was blood smeared around the area from how hurriedly he was feeding. Heat rose to his face again at the thought, but he quickly tried to distract himself from it by getting up to get a rag and some bandages.

”Let’s get you patched up, yeah?” He smiled bashfully at you, nervously wiping at his mouth again in case there was any blood left behind. You chuckled at the gesture, bringing your legs up onto the bed to sit criss crossed.

”That’d be appreciated, yes.”

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OPERATION TAKE ME BACK: PART 2- SJY

☆ you and jake are back to being best friends…or are you? you thought things were back to normal but jake is still acting weird. you can’t figure out what it is and no matter how many times you ask, he denies anything being wrong. has he found out? have you found out? the question is, what?

☆ pairing: jake x female reader

☆ genre: fluff, high school au! best friends to lovers ! wee bit of angst

☆ warnings: cursing, kys jokes

☆ featuring: the rest of enha, hanni, ningning, maybe others

☆ status: ongoing

☆ start date: 5/30/23

☆ end date: 06/22/23

PROFILES

y/n, jake and the psych ward escapees

1. what is going on?

2. sleepover antics pt 2.

3. school antics pt 1

4. weird

5. mall money

6. HELLO?

7. a plan is made

8. school antics pt 2 + the truth

9. heart heart

10. sleepover antics pt 3.

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Smalls AU Masterpost (Pt. 2)

Janie Smalls was only ever supposed to be a small background character. A reason why Neil Josten could become a Fox since there was an open position. She'd only skimmed the first two books in the All For the Game trilogy and only sort of remembered her.

Which is why it really sucks to wake up in Janie Small's body right after she got committed to a psych ward. It sucks even more to realize how expensive college is in America so really the only chance she has at a decent education is being a Palmetto State Fox.

PART ONE

Palmetto: (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38)

HTPXFI: (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30)

PART THREE

#Smalls AU #Masterpost #AFTG #AFTG AU #Janie Smalls #Last Updated: 7/3/24

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˗ˏˋ WIPS ˎˊ˗

⋆ I would never fall unless it's you

rosekiller sexuality discovery crack fic (2/3)

⋆ Arsonist's Lullabye

morally grey slytherin skittles focused fic at Hogwarts (rosekiller|jegulus|dorlene)

⋆ The Devil in your eyes

murder mystery rosekiller centred fic at the psych ward

⋆ Power Over Me

34k words | rosestarkillerchaser vamp au (2/3)

⋆ Fire on Fire

marydorlene poly au at hogwarts (1/4)

⋆ Daylight

rosestarkillerchaser trip au (2/8)

˗ˏˋ COMPLETED ˎˊ˗

⋆ You Hold My Heart In Your Hands

20k words | serial killer rosekiller au (3/3)

⋆ Love You Better

11k words | rosekiller healing journey (1/1)

⋆ Addicted to You

6k words | endless cycle of the toxic rosekiller relationship (1/1)

⋆ My Devotion

5.5k words | bartylus toxic au (1/1)

⋆ Compass

20.4k words | rosestarkillerchaser band au (2/2)

⋆ Players

12k words | marydorlene quidditch teammates (1/1)

⋆ D-man

7k words | rosekiller hockey au (1/1)

⋆ Free

4.8k words | rosekiller smut (1/1)

˗ˏˋOther Linksˎˊ˗

✩ Rosekiller microfic ✩ Snippets ✩ Arsonist's Lullabye Morality Chart ✩ Rosekiller microfic pt 1, 2 ✩ Barty headcanons | Evan headcanons ✩ Rosekiller fic recs 1, 2, 3, 4 ✩ Rosestarkiller microfic

#masterlist

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eat your young | the games pt 1

tags: hunger games!au, fake dating, angst warnings: death, killing, violence wc: 5.1k an: we are in the arena i repeat we are in the arena aka yall are about to be real unhappy with me

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This has to be a joke.

About a hundred yards in front of you is the Cornucopia filled with lots of goodies for everyone. A few bags and other supplies are scattered in front of it for those who aren’t brave enough to get into the midst of the battle quite yet. That’s all pretty standard for the games. What’s not standard is the rest of the arena.

Surrounding the ground that the Cornucopia and the plates the tributes are standing on is water. Past the water you can see other land masses, each looking a bit different than the next. Islands. Your arena is based on islands.

That means there’s only two options once the countdown hits zero; run into the heart of the Cornucopia, or swim away to one of the other islands. It sounds like a lose-lose situation for anyone who can’t swim and is too inept to survive the blood bath.

You also note how the arena’s suspiciously well designed for people who are good swimmers, like certain tributes who have grown up around large bodies of water. The only good thing about the bloodbath is that due to needing the supplies inside the Cornucopia, it’s unlikely any of the District 4 tributes will chase after anyone who opts to swim away once the games start.

Your eyes glance around at the other tributes. The careers are spread out, but you’re pretty sure you can make it to the Cornucopia before some of them, which gives you a good chance to get what you need and get out with minimal damage.

You flit your gaze back to the mouth of the Cornucopia. You squint a bit to get a better view and you finally see it. An axe. There are a few bags that you scope out as well that you hope have something good in them. Your eyes glance up at the countdown. There’s only five more seconds left.

Five.

You ready your legs and brain to start to run.

Four.

You train your eyes onto the axe. It’s the most important thing to get.

Three.

You can fight your way out of the bloodbath, you just need to get the axe first.

Two.

You’ll grab as many bags as you see fit afterwards and then get the hell out of there.

One.

You hope Jihoon can swim.

Boom.

The sound of the starting canon fires and you’re moving without even thinking. You can see someone else making the exact same beeline you are in the corner of your eye. You can’t worry about them just yet.

You’re not the first to make it to the Cornucopia, but you are one of the first. Many of the careers stop and pick up some of the smaller weapons scattered in front of the Cornucopia so they are armed right away.

One of the boys from District 2, Jeonghan, is already at the Cornucopia when you approach, but you’re closer to the axe than he is, and you reach down and snatch it before he can. He grabs the weapon next to him, a throwing knife, and hurls it at you. The knife flies through the air and slices right through your left arm and you hiss, but don’t let it slow you down as you turn to flee.

More careers are closing in on the Cornucopia as you try to leave and you swing your axe at them, trying to ward them off. The District 1 girl actually backs up, but the one of the District 4 boys keeps coming towards you and you use all your might to swing your axe right into his leg. He lets out a shout of pain and you quickly yank your axe out of his leg and continue running. Try and swim now.

You’re able to grab the throwing knife Jeonghan threw at you and a couple scattered bags as you start off in the direction that you told Jihoon to go. You’re almost to the water when you see a figure hunched over the ground. No, hunched over a body on the ground. After closer inspection you realize it’s the District 12 boys. Both of them.

Before you know what you’re doing, you’re moving towards them. It’s not just you though. Another tribute is approaching them as well and you pick up your pace. Just as the other tribute goes to attack you bury your axe right into his neck. He lets out a strangled gasp and his throat makes a squelching noise that makes you want to vomit before his body hits the ground.

You can’t focus on him though, because the boy is still crying on top of his friend’s dead body and you have to grab him by the arm and pull him to stand.

“C’mon. We have to go.”

“No, no, I can’t leave him! Please, I-,” his voice comes out in broken sobs and you do your best to keep your strong face on.

“I know, I know, but we have to go. We can’t stay here.” You tug on his arm a bit more. You can’t leave him here with these monsters.

“Please, give me a second, I need to- his token.” You understand and you nod. He quickly searches his friend’s body before finding what he’s looking for. You stand guard as he presses a kiss to the other boy’s forehead. After that he finally lets you drag him away and into the water.

“Where are they?” Jihoon whines. He was luckily able to find Wonwoo and Seokmin both after making it to the closest island. Jihoon’s not the best swimmer though and he nearly drowned at least three times trying to get here and now he’s cold, wet, and there’s still no sign of you.

The group is too far away from the Cornucopia to spot you and all they can do is wait. The more time goes on though the more progressively worried Jihoon gets. He told you not to go to the Cornucopia and if you die because you were too stubborn to listen he’s going to be so mad at you.

Jihoon is mulling over all the ways he can curse you out in the grave if you die when Seokmin speaks up. “Look at the shore!”

Jihoon’s head perks up and he looks to see you trudging through the shallows onto the bank of the water. Jihoon smiles when he sees the axe attached to your belt. His smile slowly drops when he notices that you’re not alone though. You’ve got a firm grip on the boy’s wrist as you guide him onto the ground where he promptly falls down and starts to cry.

Your eyes skim the tree line and when you meet Jihoon’s gaze you send him a pleading look. Jihoon quickly moves to go meet you, Wonwoo and Seokmin on his heels. On top of the axe and the boy it seems you were able to grab two bags as well, all varying in sizes. How you were able to swim from island to island with all of that in tow, Jihoon will never know. You’ve always been amazing though.

You’re dumping everything onto the dirt when Jihoon approaches you and pulls you into a hug. You let him, tentatively wrapping your arms around his neck. You two stay like that for a moment before you finally pull away.

“What’s with him?” Wonwoo whispers, breaking up the moment.

“His district partner died during the bloodbath and he was crying over his body,” you say in a hushed whisper. The boy is crying so hard though, Jihoon doubts he can hear a word they’re saying. “What was I supposed to do? Leave him there?”

Everybody’s morals don’t allow them to say yes and you give them a look that says they’re not allowed to speak on it again.

“Hansol,” you address the boy and Jihoon is slightly surprised you were able to remember his name. The boy doesn’t react though, and you sigh and sink down onto the ground with him. You pull the boy into your body and he latches onto you, burying his face in your neck. You pet his hair while shushing him in a soft tone.

The other three boys stand and watch, not sure what to do in this situation. You don’t seem too sure yourself either but at least Hansol’s loud sobs have turned into muffled cries. You rock your bodies back and forth and then lyrics start to flow from your mouth.

It shocks Jihoon to hear his own song coming from someone’s mouth, let alone his song of mourning. Something pulls at Jihoon’s heart at hearing you sing to the young boy, comforting him after his friend died.

A part of Jihoon knows this is an intimate, private moment, but another part of Jihoon hopes this is being broadcasted. People need to know the horrors of this game, and the Capitol citizens should hear the songs of the people mourning. They need to know that the tributes aren’t just pawns in a game. That they’re people who have feelings and that this isn’t something fun and exciting to watch.

This is what you meant when you told Jihoon that his songs inspire people. He’s finally starting to get it.

“Y/N,” it’s Wonwoo who speaks up, “we really do have to get going.”

“Hansol,” you address the boy again. “We have to move further into the woods. It’s not safe here. We’ll find shelter soon, okay?”

The boy sniffles more and finally sits up and nods. Jihoon can now get a good look at him. His eyes are red and his brown hair falls into his face, wet from the water. He’s still got a bit of a baby face and if the Capitol thought Jihoon looked innocent, then Jihoon doesn’t even want to know what they thought of Hansol.

Hansol picks himself up and you do as well. You grab your axe off your belt and pick up the bags you grabbed.

“Give me the knife,” Seokmin says to you and you give him a look of disdain.

“No.”

“You already have the axe, that’s not fair.”

“You don’t tell me what to do,” you growl.

“You’re not the leader here!”

“And you are? Yeah right. I bet you would have run into the Cornucopia if I didn’t tell you not to.” Seokmin doesn’t have a response to that, proving you right. “For the time being I’m in charge. After me it’s Wonwoo. Come now, we’re burning daylight.”

With that you walk into the forest, and everyone is at least smart enough to follow.

Jihoon walks by your side as you make your way farther into the island. This particular one is modeled after a forest, but it’s different then the forests you’re used to from back home.

“I think we’re far enough in that we can hide here for now. I don’t think anyone else swam to this island,” Jihoon tells you. The cannons signaling the end of the blood bath went off a while ago (eight of them, one-third down in just a few minutes), but you’re sure that careers are staying with their pile of goodies for the time being.

You stop walking and turn to the rest of your group. Hansol is standing at the back, looking scared and tired. “Let’s try and find some clean water. Seokmin, can you start a fire so we can dry off more?” You then turn to Jihoon. “Ji, help me look through these bags.”

As much as you like the other three boys you’ve gained as allies, in the back of your mind you remind yourself that in the end, it’s you and Jihoon and you have to do everything to protect yourselves. If that means not 100% trusting your allies, then that’s what it means.

Jihoon has the bags slung on his shoulder he drops them to the ground. You two sit around them as you go through them. One holds two small bundles of rope, a few first aid supplies, an empty water canteen, and a bottle of iodine. The other bag holds a sleeping bag and a small tarp. It’s a good pick, but not great, especially with no food rations and a group of five people. You also wish there was another knife or something, but you guess beggars can’t be choosers.

“Uhm, Y/N?” You look up from where you’re sitting to see Hansol standing over you. “I uhm, have this as well, but I can’t use it.” In the palm of Hansol’s hand is a utility knife. You didn’t see it when you first saved Hansol so it most of been in his pocket.

“Oh no Hansol, you keep that. You might need it for protection.”

“No I can’t use it, it- Chan.” Hansol looks like he’s on the verge of tears again and you get it. It’s the weapon that was used to kill his district partner. His friend.

You gently take the knife out of his hand. “I see. Don’t worry about it.” Hansol nods and scampers off, back to where Seokmin is attempting to start a fire. You sigh and drop the knife into the pile of other items.

“You okay?” Jihoon reaches out and grabs your hand. Right, you two are supposed to be dating. You scoot closer to him and hold his hand tighter.

“He’s the same age as my sister,” you says softly.

“I know.”

“When it comes time, we’re going to have to split from them.”

“I know.” Jihoon squeezes your hand. You’re a bit happy for this fake dating situation as you find Jihoon’s hand comforting in yours. “Let’s not think about it right now, okay?” You nod.

Suddenly Jihoon gasps. “What?”

“You’re bleeding, have you been bleeding this whole time?” Jihoon lets go of your hand to reach out to your arm and you remember that Jeonghan cut you with the knife during the blood bath. The blood has already dried in a long scab on your arm meaning Jeonghan couldn’t have cut that deep, but it will still probably scar. Now that you think about it you remember it stinging like crazy while you were swimming, but then you got distracted by other things.

“It’s fine, no big deal. Don’t worry Ji, I’m okay.” Jihoon doesn’t look like he trusts you but he drops the subject. He does pick your hand back up though and you trace your thumb over the back of his hand.

You two sit there for a while until Seokmin finally gets the fire going. You and Jihoon repack all of the items and move back to join the group. Your socks are soaked and your feet are cold so you pull your feet out of your boots and place them close to the fire. The boys all do the same.

You feel something touching your ankle and you look down to see Jihoon playing with the bracelet. “Is this from Joshua?”

“Yeah, my district token. I miss him.” Jihoon just nods solemnly.

Once you’re starting to feel dryer you slide your boots back on and stand up. You walk a bit further into the trees until you find what you’re looking for: a thick, long, sturdy stick. You take it back to where the boys are sitting and they look at you curiously but you ignore them.

You dig around in one of the bags until you find one of the bits of rope. You take the throwing knife off of your belt and place it against the stick before attaching them together with the rope. You shake it a bit to check it’s secure before handing it to Jihoon. A makeshift spear.

“Ah, thank you,” Jihoon says. He then leans into your ear. “You know, I’m not that good with this thing. You should have given the knife to Seokmin.”

You shrug. “I care about you more. I’ll give him Hansol’s knife later, it’s fine.” You then stand again. “Wonwoo-ah, come help me look for water.”

Wonwoo doesn’t complain, just puts his boots back on and follows after you.

Despite being your pick of ally, Wonwoo is the biggest threat in your group. You don’t like Seokmin that much, but you can tell deep down he’s just a scared kid like Hansol. Wonwoo on the other hand, is smart, and that’s more dangerous than anything else. It’s why you’re perfectly happy keeping Wonwoo unarmed and not left unattended with Jihoon.

“So, you and Jihoon?” You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or trying to uncover your ploy on TV. Either way it makes you frown.

“So me and Jihoon what?”

“You two are cute, that’s all,” Wonwoo hums. You glance over at him and Wonwoo is looking back. There’s an almost panicked look in his eye and you realize he forgot you two were on camera right now. He actually was trying to ask you about it. So maybe this time Wonwoo wasn’t out to get you, but you still have to keep your guard up.

“We’re in the middle of the woods, there has to be water somewhere,” you say to change the subject.

“Not for sure, the Gamemakers could have designed everything so it doesn’t need water to live.”

“They wouldn’t leave us without water though, that would make for a very quick game.” You sigh, “I guess we have some iodine to use, but I’d rather not risk drinking sea water if we don’t have to.”

“Let’s go back to the group, we don’t need water right now and maybe we’ll find some later. If not, there’s five of us, someone has to be sponsoring at least one of us.” You agree with Wonwoo and you two turn around to go back to where you started.

When you get back to the group the fire is already out and the boys are standing around. “We should get going before night falls. We’ll need to find food as well,” Seokmin says.

You nod and turn back around once again. Jihoon catches up to walk beside you and you two walk a few feet ahead of the other.

“I gave Seokmin the knife, I told him not to flash it around Hansol too.”

“Thanks,” you tell him. You glance behind you to see Seokmin taking the rear position. Good. Wonwoo walks in front of Seokmin and Hansol in front of him. Just like little ducks in a row. “The careers might come out hunting at night. Especially the ones who can swim.”

Jihoon groans. “I’d rather not have to do anymore swimming.”

“Same, but we don’t know what dangers could be on this island.”

As if on cue (they just might be) birds start to attack your group. The Gamemakers think they’re so funny. You try your best to dodge the birds, swinging your axe at them while also trying not to hit Jihoon. There’s too many of them though so you have to resort to running.

The birds continue to let out shrill screeches as they dive bomb you. You can hear the commotion of the boys also trying their best to get away from the birds.

“Wait, wait!” Jihoon shouts. “I know these birds!” Jihoon lets out a trill, mimicking what sounds like a bird call and suddenly the birds retreat.

It takes a moment for everyone to catch their breath and regroup. There are a few scrapes on Wonwoo’s face and Seokmin’s hands but otherwise no one looks too badly hurt.

“What the hell were those?” Hansol asks.

“Swallow-hawks,” Wonwoo answers. “I should have known sooner.”

“Yeah, can someone explain that more in depth?” You ask.

“Swallow-hawks are mutts that were bred during the first rebellion to attack rebels and any other threats. The only way to get rid of them is to mimic their call because then they’ll see you as one of their own,” Jihoon explains.

You suddenly remember that back in District 7 Jihoon’s father works as a historian, he must have passed some of his knowledge down to his son. That doesn’t explain knowing the bird call though, so you ask him about it.

“Well, I learned the swallow-hawk call after learning about them, but I do know a good majority of bird calls. I didn’t mean to pick up on the skill, but I like to hear the birds sing,” Jihoon tells you and you can’t help but think that’s adorable. He really is a songbird.

“So…are these things edible because I’m hungry right now and I think Y/N and I killed a couple while fighting for our lives,” Seokmin says. You look down to see that in fact, there are a few dead swallow-hawks on the ground.

“Yeah, yeah, they’re edible. Let’s find a better place to make shelter and then we can settle in for the night,” Jihoon says.

You guys still don’t find any water, but you do find a somewhat secluded place to take camp for the night. Seokmin starts another fire and cooks up the birds. There’s just enough to share between the five of you. In all honesty it tastes horrible, but it’s food.

“We should take turns taking watch,” Wonwoo announces.

“I’ll take the first one,” you say.

“No.” You’re expecting the protest to come from Wonwoo, but it actually comes from Jihoon. “You didn’t sleep last night.”

How did he know that?

Soonyoung. Fuck.

“I’ll take first watch,” Seokmin says. You’re still not completely happy with the idea but it’s clear that you’re in no place to disagree.

“Who should get the sleeping bag?” Jihoon asks as he grabs it out of the bag.

“Y/N grabbed it, they should get it,” Hansol says before anyone else can speak up. You want to protest again but Jihoon shoots you a look and you shut up.

You grab the sleeping bag and roll it out before climbing in. You are admittedly, a little tired. Once you’re done situation yourself in the bag you realize there’s quite a bit more room.

“Jihoon-ah.” The boy looks up from where he’s sitting and you motion for him to climb into the sleeping bag as well. He looks a bit flustered at the idea, but eventually joins you.

You two are pressed up against each other, but it’s not uncomfortable and you’ll be able to stay warm. You’re just drifting off to sleep when the anthem starts to play. Right, the nightly recap of the tributes who died. There’s a small break in the trees that you can see the sky.

The first person to appear is a tribute from District 5 and you cringe when you see his face.

“Y/N?” Jihoon whispers.

“I killed him. I killed him, Ji. He was going for Hansol and I just reacted and then my axe was in his throat.” The words make you want to puke. Not even ten minutes into the games and you killed someone. You did exactly what they wanted you to do and it makes you sick.

You feel Jihoon’s hand find yours under the sleeping bag. “You were protecting Hansol. We all do what we have to. You are not a bad person Y/N.”

“He probably has a family and friends and I-,” you choke.

“It was either him or Hansol. You were just defending someone else when they couldn’t do it themselves. The same way you are with me. You’re a protector, Y/N. We all do things we’re not proud of, but you have to remind yourself that these aren’t normal circumstances.”

You’re about to say something in response, when you hear a small sob. You look up at the sky to see Chan’s face disappearing. Right, Hansol lost one of his friends today. You wonder about the other boy from District 12. The youngest one here. What kind of person was he?

You can hear Seokmin consoling Hansol and you bury your body further into Jihoon. You shift around until your head is resting on the area that’s not quite his shoulder yet not quite his chest. You can feel Jihoon’s chin on the top of your head.

“We’ll get through this,” Jihoon whispers to you, and you trust yourself to believe him.

Jihoon doesn’t know how long he’s been asleep, but the sound of whispered voices wakes him up. He thinks it might just be Seokmin and Wonwoo trading shifts but then he realizes it sounds like a lot more people than just two people, and those aren’t Seokmin and Wonwoo’s voices.

“I saw the little one swim this way during the blood bath. And wherever the little one goes, they go. They have to be on this island.”

It’s the careers. And they’re talking about you and Jihoon. It sounds like there’s maybe four of them.

Jihoon jostles you until he can hear your breathing change.

“Jihoon?” You whisper. He places his hand over your mouth, forcing you to listen. You slowly start to climb out of the sleeping bag and Jihoon does as well. He reaches for his spear and hopes you’re reaching for your axe.

It’s difficult to see in the dark, but there’s just enough moonlight to see Wonwoo is sitting guard, Seokmin’s knife in his hand. He seems to hear the same thing as well.

You’re behind Jihoon as you press your lips up against his ear. “Wake up Seokmin, I’m gonna wake up Hansol.” Jihoon nods and moves to where Seokmin is sleeping.

Jihoon nudges at Seokmin, who wakes up with a gasp and Jihoon realizes a second to late he should have covered Seokmin’s mouth as well.

“They’re over here!” Jihoon hears one of them shout. No being subtle anymore.

“Run!” You shout. You have a grip on Hansol’s arm as you pull him up. Jihoon takes off, everyone else on his heels. He’s able to glance back for a second to see you taking up the rear.

Jihoon keeps running and running and he has no clue where he’s going or what he’s doing but he knows he just has to keep running. The only problem is…he can’t hear any footsteps following him, his enemy’s or his ally’s.

Jihoon stops and turns around to realize he’s completely lost and alone. He slowly starts to jog back in the direction he came from. He doesn’t want to run into the careers, but he needs to find you and the others.

“You piece of shit!” Jihoon hears a shout from not too far away. It sounds like one of the career girls.

“You’re one to talk!” And that is definitely you. Jihoon starts to make his way to where your voices are coming from, still screaming at each other mixed in with sounds of grunts.

When you finally come into sight, Jihoon can see that you two are engaged in a physical fight, your axe thrown to the side. The lighting is better in this area and Jihoon can see everything happening. You’re currently overpowering the girl, quite literally straddling her while you shove her face into the dirt.

The girl gets loose from your grip for a second though, and punches you square in the jaw.

“Fuck!” You punch her right back. Jihoon knows he should do something, he should stop just standing here, but instead he just stands and stares. Why are you kinda hot right now?

The girl throws you off of her and you scramble to your feet. While the girl attempts to get up as well you lunge for your axe. She lunges after you though, her body attaching to your back. You thrash around to try and displace her.

Out of the corner of his eye Jihoon sees something and he’s yelling at you before he can fully process what’s happening. “Y/N!”

A boy jumps out of the trees. Maybe the District 4 boy, Mingyu? You quickly swing around to see him. You lift your axe up and try to hit the boy, but the girl hinders your movement. The most you can do is counter Mingyu’s attacks with his trident. You’re going to be overpowered. Jihoon runs to get to you. He’s still not good at using the spear, but it’s better than standing and watching you try to fight both of them yourself.

Mingyu’s back is to Jihoon when he approaches and Jihoon is about to jab his spear right into his side without him being seen. Mingyu groans and drops his trident. He whips around and Jihoon is now remembering just how much taller Mingyu is than him.

“You little vermin. You’re gonna pay for that.” Mingyu grabs Jihoon and slams him up against a tree. His hand is closed around Jihoon’s throat and Jihoon can hear you screaming.

Just as Jihoon is starting to feel lightheaded Mingyu is knocked off of him. The butt end of your axe slams into the side of Mingyu’s head and he stumbles back. You’re standing alone but Jihoon can see a sheen of blood on your axe so he can only assume what happened to the District 1 girl. He didn’t hear a canon go off, but he was pretty distracted by something else.

Mingyu must realize this too. “What have you done?”

He scrambles to grab his trident off the ground and he charges at you. Your weapons clang against each other as you try to get the upper hand. You’re able to dodge one of his attacks before slicing your axe into his arm. It’s clear that even though Mingyu is large in size, and from a career district, you two are well matched in combat skills.

Mingyu sweeps his trident low, catching your leg and knocking you down. Right as he’s about to stab into you, Jihoon hears a familiar screech and suddenly the swallow-hawks are dive bombing again. Only this time, they’re only attacking Mingyu. The birds must still recognize you and Jihoon from earlier.

Mingyu screams and runs off as you stand up and run towards Jihoon. You drop your axe and grab him by the shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I will be.” His throat hurts a bit from where Jihoon had a grip on him, but it could be worse. “Are you?”

“I am now that you’re okay, Songbird.” Songbird. The nickname used to be taunting, but how can you mean it any bad way when you say it like that while looking at him with those big eyes. He can’t help that he feels butterflies in his stomach, even if this isn’t the moment for it.

Once Jihoon finally pulls his gaze away from you, he realizes the actual bird sounds have stopped which means the careers must have fled. You grab Jihoon’s hand with one hand, and your axe with the other.

“Let’s go find the others.”

You two walk around the island looking for the others, but don’t see them. You two eventually come back across your camp from earlier, everything still where you left it. Either the careers didn’t want your stuff or they were too busy chasing after you to grab it.

You and Jihoon pack everything up and sling it over your shoulders, just in case, before continuing looking for the others.

“Look,” you squeeze Jihoon’s hand and point ahead of you two with your axe. Jihoon squints. Standing out near the edge of the island, in the tree line, is Wonwoo. You and Jihoon quickly make your way over to him to see him staring at something.

Jihoon slows down when he realizes what Wonwoo is staring at you and lets out a soft gasp. There’s a body lying in the opening with a knife in their stomach. It’s not just any body though.

It’s Seokmin.

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Dad!Tim AU pt 3

Part 1 tw for referenced rape

The first few weeks are a challenge

They have to teach Eira how to eat/drink from the bottle, and it's nowhere near as simple as Tim would have thought. She just doesn't seem to know what to do with that tiny red mouth, and so she barely gets the food in, then she cries and cries and CRIES because she's hungry, and Tim starts crying too, because he's failing at this already. Steph's the one who finally cracks the code, and though she grins and tells the astonished batboys it was magic, she quietly murmurs to Tim that her Baby struggled too. Tim finally hugs Steph then, and they just sit together in the nursery for a long time

Diapers are another mess. Tim feels like he must be sick in the head for this but he just. He can't. Dick's the one to sit him down and tell him its ok, he's not sick, trauma gets processed in hella weird ways and he's not fully surprised. He pitches in, and so does everyone else (except damian. He is above soiled diapers thank you) and slowly Tim goes from being in the room, to watching how it's done, to doing it on his own. It makes him feel better about himself, even if he cannot wait until they can get through the "potty training" thing

But when it comes to calming her to sleep.... this, THIS is where Tim finally feels like maybe he can do this Dad Thing after all. Being such a new baby, Eira wakes up A LOT in the nighttime. And despite there being several people off patrol to help be caretakers, Tim is without fail the first to wake up and leap across the hall (if he wasn't on the nusery couch already) and scoop Eira up and hold her gentle and close against his heartbeat and murmur sweetly to her. But Not sweet nothings. Becuase theyre not nothings to Tim. When he says "It's ok, I'm here..." and when he begins to add, "I love you" he says it because he MEANS it. And as if Eira understands, she calms. She clenches her tiny itty bitty fingers in his shirt like Tim really is her only liferaft in a storm, and her squinched little face smooths out, and she'll give the most precious soft sigh he's ever heard before she's asleep again

To spite her being sentenced to death for her gender-based "uselessness" by Ra's, Eira becomes the most prized little princess that has ever joined the batfam, and that is SAYING SOMETHING

It has been close to forty years since Alfred has held a baby and godDAMN he's missed it. He is very good about sharing though, and is watchful for Tim's sake that she's away from his arms for long enough but not too long, remembering how downright feral Martha and Thomas could get when other people held Bruce without giving him back. Actually, plop Eira in his arms and Alfred will tell ALL KINDS of stories about Baby Bruce. Bruce is mortally embarrassed but the kids LOVE it and will literally forfeit their own chance at baby cuddles to hear Alfred detail Bruce's show-stopping discovery of his own toes.

Bruce had a month in a PICU ward during med school, so he knows ABOUT babies but he's never had one in his family before, but OHMIGOD BABIES ARE THE BEST FUCKING THINGS EVER OH GOD SHE'S SO CUTE OH FUCK HE WANTS ONE TOO-- he's very excited to be able to hold and care for one :) there's messy emotions in there too tho, both on the side of realizing that he never GOT to see any of his kids as babies, even Damian, and that kinda makes him sad, and then also.... this is supposed to be a miracle, he thinks. Sometimes its like they all forget, when they hold Eira or see Tim hold Eira with that loving awe on his face.... that she's only here because of something evil. Something cruel. And that's not her fault and it is good and right in many ways to disconnect the tragedy from the miracle.... but he also privately warns his own children every so often to tone down certain jokes or comments

Dick’s right there with him. Every so often, looking at Tim and Eira, he can't help but wonder what if Catalina...? Would that have helped or made it worse? Or would he have ever even known? And then he has to just Stop before he drives himself insane. He'll refocus on playing baby games with Eira, or changing jason's ringtone to Baby Shark, or ordering Tim to take a nap gdi there are 8 other people in this house and any one of them can give Eira her bottle

Cass has appointed herself Eira's personal body guard. She hovers like a mother hen, is constantly on watch (its hard to even get her to come on patrol) and scolds anyone who's holding her wrong or taking too long with a bottle or diaper. She won't confront it, but she knows it comes from her guilt. She didn't protect Tim, but she'll be DAMNED if she can't protect Eira

Babs has never interacted with babies, really. But wow is Eira cute. She's also super cuddly, which adds to the adorableness. Babs does a fuckton of research and privately keeps an eye on Eira's developmental progress, making sure her arduous first few hours post-birth haven't fucked her up too badly. So far so good. She also tries to keep an eye on Tim to make sure he's not running himself into the ground. So far... as good as can be expected.

Jason is still slowly trying to burn the league to ashes and salt the remains, but HOLY FUCK HE HAS A BABY NEICE WITH TINY TOES AND THE CUTEST FUCKING GIGGLE OH GOD WHY IS SHE SO CUTE THIS IS UNFAIR HE CANNOT FUCKING DEAL. He is constantly volunteering to help, and also constantly marvelling over the fact that he's ALLOWED to. Hes killed people. He nearly killed Tim once. But Tim trusts him enough to lay this tiny sweet little baby girl in his arms with a yawn, and say he won't bother to tell Jason to take care of her bc he already knows he will. Its honestly the most wonderful feeling in the world. (But hes still got an immortal bastard to murder. Yknow. After baby snuggles.)

Steph... is ok. Totally. Truly. Shes not at all thinking about her baby, who she never named, because she gave it away. Shes not thinking of the agony of labor, or the wonder of seeing the small, living and breathing human that was made inside her body. Shes not wondering how in the world any mother who birthed her child could ever stand to let it be buried in the snow to die. .... shes lying. Tims 17. Hes still just 17 and hes doing it, raising his kid. Hes not that much older than Steph was. But then she reflects, hes got a house of a dozen people to help him, with ANYTHING he or Eira might need. Steph didn't have that to give her Baby. She has to still believe she did the right thing.

Damian is slowly adjusting. Something shifted between him and Tim that first night in the nursery, when Damian all but named the child born to replace him for a role he no longer wants anything to do with. The two aren't friends by any stretch, but there's something calmer and respectful between them. The words they speak don't cut. The jibes they make are light. Damian's not sure if it's something to do with Tim himself, or with the infant almost always clutched to Tim's chest, but his brother seems wiser now. Not so foolish or flippant. It makes Damian respect him more, but he can't help but feel guilty it took trauma to get them to such a point. But its ok. They'll work on it.

And Tim... Tim. He loves his kid. He knows that. He loves that little girl more than he's loved anything in the world before. So whatever happens, he can get through it. For Eira.

Edit: part 4

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— Our Life : Pokemon AU pt. 2

Everything's the same but Pokemon are common in the world : Baxter Ward centric ! previous / part one .

This will be separated into Steps to show how his Pokemon team grows along with additional information for that step !!

Step 1

Baxter got his first Pokemon earlier than when most kids get theirs due to his parents’ riches.

What was his first Pokemon? A shiny Eevee of course.

Owning not only a shiny, which are already hard to find and catch, but a unique ‘mon with many different possible evolutions and adored by many helped fuel that mindset that he was better than most people.

Just like its trainer, Eevee adopted a similar mindset. It knew it was special and enjoyed the attention that it received from others.

Compared to any of Baxter’s previous playmates, Qiu and Ren are the only ones to have interacted with his Eevee the most. They made up the Boy’s Club and often hung out, so it only made sense that they had more of a chance to interact with it. If Franky and Tamarack happened to be hanging out with them then they’ve gotten the chance to have seen it as well.

Aside from Baxter, Eevee absolutely adored Qiu and Ren. If it was out of its pokeball and not with Baxter then you’d certainly find it hanging by Qiu or Ren’s side.

For the longest time, his Eevee remained as his only Pokemon on his team.

Step 2

If his first Pokemon was white then it only made sense for his second one to be black.

Once again, there was family involvement with obtaining another shiny for his team. A shiny Furfrou to be exact.

It only seemed fitting to have his first two Pokemon be black and white now that he has dyed his hair and begun dedicating his wardrobe to be fully monochrome.

However, that wasn’t the only Pokemon to have joined his team during this time.

Somewhere along the way, he caught himself a Gothorita. A bit surprising for those who knew him since he never presented himself as much of a battler when he was younger.

What wasn’t surprising was that it was a Gothorita. One glance at it and everyone knew why he went out of his way to catch it.

The Gothorita seemed to become even more of a perfect addition to his team when it expressed a fondness for dancing. Whenever Baxter was practicing, you would never fail to find Gothorita nearby dancing along to the music he played.

Step 3

He’s very interested in hearing the story about how MC and Cove got their Eevee eggs and raised them together when they were younger. It’s all fascinating to him. And he definitely analyzes how the eeveelutions perfectly match MC and Cove’s personality.

MC and Cove’s eeveelutions are often out of their pokeballs. Cove’s Vaporeon won’t miss out on entering the ocean since Cove is practically at the beach at any given moment, and MC’s eeveelution grew up alongside Vaporeon and greatly enjoys its company. There was no way that Baxter wouldn’t get to see and meet them.

Being perceived so accurately garnered different reactions from Cove, who was partially uncomfortable and startled, and MC, who was more amazed by it. MC is the one who pointed out that Baxter knows a lot about eeveelutions, more than the average eevee fan, and questioned whether he had his own because how else would he be so knowledgeable.

Rather than giving a straightforward answer, Baxter simply hummed and grinned before he released his shiny Eevee for the pair to see.

Cue MC and Cove exchanging wide-eyed stares, silently freaking out over how there’s just a shiny Pokemon casually in front of them. MC is the first to snap out of their awe to ask whether Baxter recently caught it since it’s an Eevee though Baxter informed them that no, it’s his first Pokemon from when he was younger. MC and Cove are a bit surprised to see that Baxter hasn’t evolved his Eevee after all these years, but they nod and continue on with the conversation.

MC, if interested in being Baxter’s friend, would then learn that Baxter’s parents wanted him to evolve his Eevee into something strong and elegant, but he was strongly against the idea of pressuring his Eevee into evolving so quickly. Also he does like that he still holds the mystery of nobody knows what it’ll evolve to.

Encouraged by MC that he needed to catch a Pokemon while on vacation, Baxter added a Minccino to his team that he found during the Hang Moment. It shared his appreciation to stay tidy, and the others all pointed out that Minccino’s gray fur worked with his monochrome aesthetic.

For this AU, the Hang Moment happened before the Planning Moment. That being said, when MC needed a lie to get Baxter to come back to the party, they certainly mentioned how Minccino would probably love to help clean up. That doesn’t convince Baxter, he knew that something was up, but he still agreed to show up.

Even though he doesn’t catch any water-type Pokemon—or any other Pokemon for that matter—for the remainder of his trip, he’d be interested in listening to MC and/or Cove talk about the water-type Pokemon that they’ve seen here. He’ll voice his interest and find any stories that they’re willing to share charming.

When MC is invited within the Mountain Moment, Baxter is glad to show off the rest of his team to them as they wait. There MC meets his lovely Alolan Vulpix, who will gladly make a reappearance the night where Baxter drinks tea by the fireplace by being curled up on his lap.

During a past trip that his parents chose for him, he caught himself an Alolan Vulpix. Caught may not be the best choice of word as it was more of it that got attached to him after he helped it out and so he decided to add it to his team.

As stated in the game, living on the same street had given Liz and Baxter the opportunity to get to know each other over the course of the summer. They briefly talked about their Furfrou’s with one another after learning that they both own one.

Considering that he likes adding French words for flair, he would consider giving his Furfrou the French trim ( La Reine ) after conversing with Liz and seeing her Furfrou’s trim. What would convince him is MC coaxing him to do it.

Step 4

Some things change …

Well, of course learning that his Pokemon team has evolved over those five years of no contact doesn’t come as a surprise.

That Alolan Vulpix is now a beautiful Alolan Ninetales, who is still very sweet. It doesn’t come out of its pokeball that often when in public, but during the times MC is at Baxter’s place, it is peacefully lounging about.

That Minccino that MC can still vividly remember Baxter catching during their search for an ice-cream truck is now a Cinccino. Their first encounter with it was when they’re waiting in Baxter’s office with the others. It mostly likes helping Baxter keep his office organized and clean up after events.

Baxter won’t admit this to MC until they’re having that conversation by the fireplace at his apartment’s lobby, but Cinccino’s tails often remind him of that white boa that MC saved for him. Whenever he catches a glimpse of them, especially the one wrapped around Cinccino’s neck, he thinks back to that impromptu party.

Gothorita is now fully evolved into a Gothitelle.

Gothitelle continues to harbor a love and appreciation for dancing. So much that they help teach dance moves with Baxter! Well not exactly. Baxter is the one responsible for teaching, but if both partners are in need to be taught then the first one who learns can practice their skills with Gothitelle until their partner finishes with their session and they can practice together.

And some things stay the same …

His Eevee is a bit bigger, nowhere near the size of any eeveelution but it definitely isn’t the small thing that MC remembers it being back when they were 18.

Once Baxter begins opening up more, he mentions how he sees a lot of himself in his Eevee.

The way that Eevee’s can adapt to any situation. They essentially fill in the role for what’s needed ( except for the difference that an Eevee can choose a permanent role when it wants to while he can only fill up temporary ones ).

Of course, this is followed up by a slight snort and a comment about maybe not his Eevee. His Eevee seems to resemble him a bit too much with how it still hasn’t evolved into anything and mimics him with just filling up a role that is needed for the time being. And that’s fine, he’d never pressure his Eevee to evolve.

He never filled up that six slot on his team, but if MC and him then he’d gladly be open to letting them decide on his sixth Pokemon or to even trade to carry a piece of them and a Pokemon they love with him around.

Bonus !

All of Baxter’s pokeballs happen to be premier balls.

If there’s a way to customize pokeballs then he definitely would request for a black and white theme.

The only way that you’d catch him carrying a different type of pokeball is if he traded Pokemon with MC. He’d keep that Pokemon in the pokeball that MC used so that he can carry a piece of them with him.

If MC happens to have either a Blitzle or a Zebstrika on their team by the time they meet up with Baxter again in Step 4, Baxter is not at all surprised. To him, it makes sense that MC would have a Zebra Pokemon. If someone was capable of taming a Zebra Pokemon then of course it would be MC.

Xander’s team consists of an Alcremie, Fidough, and Slurpuff. The Alcremie is usually out of its pokeball during business hours while Slurpuff and Fidough help Xander out in the kitchen. However, Slurpuff will come out from the back whenever Baxter comes by. Slurpuff are known for their keen sense and ability to sniff out a person’s mental and physical condition, so you can bet that it worries for Baxter and tries to interact with him.

Slurpuff is the Pokemon who has been on their team the longest, and Xander caught it when it was just a Swirlix. They met it during their days working at the boardwalk.

#— ✦ ˙ 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 .ᐟ #our life #our life beginnings & always #olba #baxter ward #olba baxter #pokemon au

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