#we will see if that happens sooner or later

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Moondir - 01

Pairing | moondir!OT7 x human!Reader

Word Count | 5,6k

Warnings | +18, angst, dirty and crude language, references to mass extermination, MC is forced to have a gynecological examination, discomfort and humiliation, references to future forced impregnation practices, MC is evaluated as if she were an animal, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is dark and yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | The Moondir, born of the Moon Goddess' love for a wolf, were persecuted and enslaved by humans for merely existing. Moondirian women have been captured and killed in the most heinous ways, men have instead been forced to do dangerous work in place of the humans themselves, and after more than a century, this has virtually brought their race to the brink of extinction. A group of Moondirian rebels have succeeded in their quest to regain their freedom, and not without the use of the crudest violence. Their females are now gone, and it will be human women who will help them repopulate the world.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥰 Here I am back with the story I had announced a few days ago, it will be divided into chapters, be sure to always read the warnings in each chapter! I'm very excited because I've been thinking about this storyline for a while and I really hope to do a good job 🤧 Let me know what you think, I love you ❤️

Taglist is open: @katherine-kookie - @btsuga-d - @pantara - @angelicsmilesworld - @lennieharper - @takemeaway5402 - @jiminismine4ever - @m00njinnie - @ke1k029 - @velvet-stardust2002 - @darkuni63 - @douknowbts - @aiiselle90210 - @fewercascade - @mageprincess7 - @get-that-brain-working - @whipwhoops - @dragons-flare - @seokjins-luigi - @pjmsneverland - @jimincrystal - @ajkwww - @ungodlyjoon - @hecateslittlewitchling - @namjoonsbuspass - @xicanacorpse - @btssimplove - @antisocial-mochi267 - @reallygenerouskoala - @dabishou - @themwordsblog - @deluluisme - @justanarchiveforfics - @blackberrywonie - @the-holy-hobi - @justlikecrazy - @herareila - @furioustrashlover - @mar-lo-pap - @dachshunddame - @pantaral81 - @lattejimin - @withmuchluv-tannie - @calmyourtitts7 - @plushjeno - @rafesbunniebby - @rms-expensive-girl - @polnaraffsrack - @rg2108 - @paramedicnerd004

Main List

Is it really so strange for you to find yourself at the feet of the man who swore to destroy your family?

Although your brother has downplayed his words over the years, you have now had the confirmation you so feared. Min Yoongi meant what he said and came back to end your existence, dressing as the icy captain of his team.

“I see you're all right,” he murmurs with a smile that does not reach his feline eyes, devoid of any human warmth. He looks down at you, imposing his presence on you, and you find yourself forced to bite your tongue not to answer him curtly. But, in fact, your silence only seems to provoke him.

One step forward from him and you find your chin clenched between two cold, ungentlemanly fingers, “I don't like this look, Y/N... I've always told you that sooner or later I'd wipe it off this pretty face,” his hot breath brushes your face, making you shiver. Mint and tobacco. A typical male smell that he didn't have the first time you met him.

You still don't respond to him, though you can't help but notice how much he has changed. The thin, shadowy young man like a ghost is gone; in his place is a hard, unreadable man. His high-quality jacket sparkles with prestigious medals and accolades, his tight pants highlight the sinuous lines of his athletic legs, and his solid leather boots shake the floor with every imposing step he takes.

You in comparison are just a little mouse who should beg that man.

“Will you die quietly, Y/N?” a question asked in a distant, mean tone. As if he hasn't known you for a lifetime.

You tighten your lips, releasing yourself from his grip angrily before spitting a stream of saliva straight into his face. Some soldiers remain impassive, others widen their eyes, stunned by your audacity or perhaps your death wish, but Yoongi remains perfectly calm and, with one hand wrapped in a dark glove, picks up the trail of saliva slowly creeping down his snow-white cheek.

“Interesting... proud to the end,” he murmurs with an amused grin, his eyes twinkling with interest as they return to scratch your fragile skin, “Yes... pride is a trait I've always detested about you,” he admits, using the same hand with which he picked up your saliva to nod to his men. Suddenly two of them grab you by the arms impetuously, holding you down for their captain.

Your heart speeds up and you can feel the dull thump pushing against your eardrums. A shameful fear grips your stomach as you see him approach further. He slowly kneels in front of you once more to whisper in your ear, undisturbed.

“The women of my race were just like you; beautiful, proud and fierce,” he begins, using a tone so sweet it makes you shiver.

His race. Moondir.

Neither beasts nor humans. Born from the union of the Moon Goddess with one of her strongest wolves.

Creatures born specifically to strike terror among the humans, great enemies of the Goddess, who, however, sought and found a way to enslave the Moondirians and succeeded. But after a century of mistreatment and starvation, the Moondirians have managed to rebel against the dictatorship, saying no more to those chains made of abuse and suffering, succeeding in setting up a rebel group worthy of opposing human power.

Now they have taken control of every country and rule with ferocity, taking revenge not only for the mistreatment they suffered but also for the extinction of their women.

The Moondirians have been forbidden to procreate, and to be safe, every female of their species has been killed.

Guilt compresses your chest when you think that none of those women were given a dignified or quick death, even more so when you remember that your father and brother willingly took part in that carnage.

Yoongi squares you with a new ferocity in his gaze, “Can someone remind me what human practice was when one of our women was captured?”

A faint frantic murmur rises from the soldiers, observing you in turn with disgust.

Another man approaches you, with a cadenced, light step; he is as tall as Yoongi and wears, along with the typical uniform, a stiff, black cap with silver embroidery that lets you know he is a lieutenant. His plump, soft lips are tight in a severe, irritated line, distorting his real beauty.

“When a Moondir woman was captured, they would rob her of all her possessions, proceed with forced undressing, and after a whole series of shameful abuses designed only to humiliate her, they would end the practice with a bullet in the head, if they felt generous enough that day to let her die right away.”

Yoongi nods in his colleague's direction, “What do you want me to do in this case, Jimin?”

Your heart leaps into your throat, peering into this man's furious amber eyes you can already get a taste of what will happen to you. But why is Yoongi leaving the choice to someone else?

“We are not inferior to humans, we should show them that we are capable of worse,” he barely manages to hold back a snarl that makes your skin crawl.

You will die. Like your brother, like your father, like your mother. There is no way they will leave you alive, and perhaps that is the best thing that could happen to save at least some of your dignity.

The Moondirian - Jimin - finally turns to his superior, “But without killing her of course, we need her.”

Suddenly the world comes crashing down on you. What does he mean by “we need her”?

Yoongi's icy bearing begins to chill even your bones, his satisfied grin makes you nauseous.

“What are you going to do?” opening your mouth to give breath to your fears costs you quite a bit of effort, the acid in your stomach begins to churn, clamoring to rise back up into your esophagus.

“We have no more women, Y/N,” he says softly, “You will be one of the many other humans who will help us become what we once were, which is a great and powerful people.”

Some sneer among the soldiers, others turn away to let Jimin, who no longer seems interested in your fate, pass by.

“Will you kill men and use women to bring others of your kind into the world?” at your choked question, Yoongi returns closer.

“Have you regained the use of speech, darling?” you shush immediately, shuddering at the feel of his palm brushing your face, “That's it, good girl,” he murmurs before moving closer to your ear again, “We've already killed most of the men, we'll kill the others we flush out of their shit holes, and as for the women... we're already having a great time fucking them like whores.”

A knot in your throat prevents you from swallowing the tears you are trying so bitterly to hold back, “You're a bastard,” you hiss in his direction, making him burst out laughing.

“And you will soon be a whore with your thighs open and your lap always full of cum, just like all the others.”

Your stomach churns with disgust and you eventually vomit, even putting your soul back in.

Contrary to what Yoongi said, you are not thrown into a cell to suffer the pains of hell, at least not right away.

You are forcibly yanked out of your home by a pair of snarling soldiers, you turn to gaze with tears in your eyes at those old walls that saw you come into the world and grow up. You have nothing left in there now. Your family was never rich, what your father and brother did was for the good of all, but you cannot deny the satisfaction in their faces every time they completed a mission.

The punishment for their sins affected you, too, because you grew up on money made from the skin of many other people.

“Get in, woman,” a soldier rudely shoves you into a military truck, you are practically surrounded by men more like beasts, and a ridiculous squeak escapes your lips as a disgusting taste makes you curl them, it was not a good idea to vomit.

You observe their uniforms and the weapons they hold against their well-placed bodies. You recognize everything, even the men in your family wore those uniforms, the Moondirians took and looted, now possessing what once belonged to humans.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, trying not to let your voice tremble, and almost no one pays attention to you. Only one turns toward you, reserving a wicked grin.

“Trust me, human,” he chuckles, “You don't want to know.”

Discouragement assails you and you pay attention to the night landscape you see out the window, or at least what allows you to see the large bulk of the soldier standing in front of you with crossed arms.

“Don't ask too many questions,” he grunts, nailing you with an ugly glare, “The stench of your fear is making me nauseous.”

If possible, those words agitate you more; your father had told you about this ability of theirs, but you never really believed it. Other than Yoongi, you never saw a Moondirian in your life, and Yoongi was anything but sociable. He worked in your father's place, and as absurd as it sounds, even the poorest family was entitled to own at least one Moondir wolf. It was just one more way to humiliate them, but you child could hardly have known that. To you he was simply a sullen boy of few words, someone your brother had taught you to ignore for everyone's sake.

When Yoongi managed to escape, your brother and father-although concerned- scoffed at his words of vengeance, words that stuck with you for a good ten years, more than enough time for the Moondirians to create riots, revolts, murders and conquer all there was to conquer.

Mankind, from the height of its arrogance, believed it had everything under control, until little by little the throats of all the most important Leaders were cut, throwing the world into a black crisis from which it was then impossible to recover.

“Hey, human,” grunted another, “We're here, come on down.”

With trembling legs, you are dragged listlessly inside an old building that you recognize as a long unused hospital, inside-despite the long years of neglect-there is still the pungent smell of disinfectant and the neon lights work quite well. Inside, it has been kept clean and tidy, although employees at the front desk are missing and the main entrance is virtually deserted except for a few soldiers posted on guard duty.

The firm grip on your arm is painful, but you dare not say anything to the wolf who is escorting you. Rather you are terrified, wandering with spirited eyes from corridor to corridor, watching the hospital signs without really seeing them. You hate hospitals, you hate everything about them, and you don't understand why they brought you here.

A desperate wail escapes your lips as the wolf stops in front of a metal door with an opaque glass porthole.

"Straighten your feet, you fool! You look like a damn-"

“Hold your tongue, soldier,” the metal door slowly swings open, two blue eyes rimmed with long, thick lashes stab at you from all sides, while in response that soldier stiffens, “We need cooperation, if you treat her that way you will make my job more complicated.”

The man who opened the door is continuing to talk to the wolf at your side, but he does not look away from yours, he is firm and stern, making you petrify on the spot.

It is not just embarrassment or fear what you feel, it is something more visceral, a disarming awareness. Those blue eyes are laden with promises the man has every intention of keeping, a threat whispered gently, your heart beating so hard and so fast you don't question that he is listening with rapt attention.

Then, as if your gazes hadn't just nailed each other, he waves you in.

You try to put one foot in front of the other, aware that you have no escape route in that place, and when the soldier begins to follow you as well, a low growl of warning makes the hair on your neck stand up. But the warning is not for you, it is for that wolf who instantly freezes.

You don't know who this man is, but he must be someone with a lot of power, because up until a few moments ago that soldier was playing up, while now he looks more like a dog on a leash.

Making yourself as small as you can, you walk uncomfortably into the medium-sized room, eyeing the clean linoleum floor, then the light green walls with a few medical posters posted, finally the desk filled with papers and files locked in large binders.

“Have a seat,” the man says, pointing to an examination couch that makes you shudder. You search your eyes for medical instruments such as needles, gauze and who knows what else, but beyond the smell of disinfectant you see nothing else.

As if he has read your mind, the man gives you a sarcastic smile and it is as if a veil is lifted from your eyes, making you see past his blue ones. The first thing that strikes you are the full lips bent in that mischievous smile, the shape of the cupid's bow is enchanting, and smooth black hair manages to graze the base of his neck, while his bangs almost cover the well-defined line of his elegant eyebrows.

“Do you fear medical equipment?”

You tighten your lips at that blatant tease, feeling mixed emotions. You can't even remember the last time you've been to a doctor; you don't even know if this man is one.

“Are you a doctor?” you ask abruptly, almost as an accusation.

“Sort of, yes - not the way you humans understand it, though,” he replies with a shrug, shrugging off the partition to pull out a wheeled cart where medical tools are stored. You pale when you notice a speculum.

You take a quick step backward, toward the door, with every intention of escaping, and the man quickly turns to stare at you with slightly dilated pupils, no need for him to growl to freeze you once more where you are, “No risky moves, human,” he warns you in a deeper voice, “I'm still a wolf,” he hisses, gritting his teeth hard. Then you see it, a deep scar around his neck, which only moments before was covered by the tips of his hair and the collar of his lab coat.

“I don't want to be touched by you,” you murmur, terrified. You've always refused to face a gynecological examination, but you know what a speculum is for and you're uncomfortable with even the thought of him...!

You shake your head, but the man is not intimidated by your statement.

“It's going to happen what needs to happen, girl,” he replies, disinfecting his hands and putting on sterile gloves, “Now lie down on the table, after the examination we'll talk a bit so I can register you in the system.”

You didn't understand half a word he just told you, but his voice is enough to convince you not to take any steps.

The man snorts slightly, bowing his head and squinting his unusually blue-colored eyes.

“You should listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you... I'll probably also be the only man who will touch you gently enough not to make you cry” his words hit you like a violent slap, a knot tightens your throat and suddenly your eyes fill with tears.

“I didn't do anything wrong, I don't deserve such treatment,” you murmur swallowing the pain, the man stares at you with an impassive expression.

“Many of us have said the same thing, yet humans still played God by hunting us down, killing us and enslaving us” his harsh words make you realize that he will not listen to you, he may speak to you with an unusual calm, but the hatred is always there, ready to burn you, making you guilty of actions you never committed. Violence only breeds more violence.

“What will really happen to me?” you ask fearing your fate.

"If I deem you eligible, you will be escorted to one of our procreation centers, our staff will complete your genetic tests, and you will be assigned to the right males."

You will be raped, and not just by one man, but by many.

“Like a beast,” you blurt out angrily, incredulous and disgusted. Yoongi did not lie.

“Yeah, like a beast,” nods the man, “But you always have a choice: Are you going to lie down on that exam table, allowing me to figure out if and how healthy you are, in the most humane of ways, or do you want those soldiers to take you one at a time - or even more together - so that you remain pregnant in the most inhumane of ways?”

A shiver of terror squeezes your gut, making you want to vomit again.

Silently and with a lost look you begin to take off your shoes, “Wise decision,” he nods, beginning to arrange a gray monitor, “You can leave your underwear on, if it will appease you.”

You swallow bitter tears with each layer of clothing that leaves you, you feel humiliated as it is, but what other choice do you have?

When only your bra and peach-colored cotton panties remain on you, you slowly reach for the exam table and being very careful not to brush against the man who is now waiting for you sitting on a wheeled stool, you lie down with an insane urge to cover yourself from head to toe.

With a satisfied murmur he picks up a bottle, spreading clear gel on your lower abdomen, the icy sensation of the gel giving you chills, making you wince.

“What's your name?” the doctor asks, focused on the monitor-apparently able to read the strange shapes that appear between the grayscale image as he slowly moves the probe across the area of your abdomen. He pushes the probe across your skin for greater visibility and you stiffly murmur your full name

“My name is Kim Seokjin, and if you come back into the program, I will follow you as a doctor for a long time,” he replies, pushing the probe toward your lower abdomen, “Lower your slip a little.”

The request fills you with discomfort, but you do as he tells you, the fabric drops a little more with a slight rustle, and the probe reaches down to touch your pubis. You remain rigid as a statue, scrutinizing Seokjin's expression, but never once has the man looked at you with strange, slimy eyes. He is absolutely professional as he creates freeze-frames, occasionally asking you to take deep breaths and other times to remain totally still.

“Good, now place your legs in the stirrups, I will proceed with an internal examination.”

You widen your eyes, staring at him pitifully, “D-Do I have to?” you hate yourself for the tiny, terrified tone you used, but fear and shame are eating you alive.

The man - Seokjin - freezes for a moment, staring at you with a strange shadow in his blue eyes.

Finally, he sighs, “When was your last period?”

You think for a while before answering, "I think -- about two weeks ago? I guess have a regular period...?" you answer a little unsure, you haven't exactly kept track, because...

“Have you had sexual intercourse recently?”

At her question your skin heats up, turning redder than a tomato, “I-I... no, I mean... I haven't had any, ever” you bite your lips in embarrassment. You know very well that at your age it's strange. Your father always complained that at over 20 years old you were still not married, but it simply didn't happen, you never forced yourself to do anything, although there was no shortage of opportunities.

Seokjin's eyes shine for a single moment, but it is enough for you to catch his amusement.

"Basically I have no reason to proceed internally, but I still ask you to let me continue with my examination, I will only touch you superficially, I will go no further. Is that enough of a compromise for you?" you breathe shakily, nodding slowly.

You slip off your briefs and with a courage you don't feel you have position your legs on the stirrups, spreading them apart. Your heart pounding in your ears as you wait for the exam to end, you stiffen when the man touches your intimate area, going so far as to do something you've never allowed anyone else to do.

“What are you-” the words die in your throat, you feel the sensation of latex gloves against the entrance to your vagina, and two fingers checking its elasticity and shape. Your stomach clenches in raw shame, but you remain still, acknowledging the gentle, shallow touch, just as he promised.

“Right now I am checking the appearance of your vulva and the general elasticity of your entrance, to make sure there is no redness or sores, but everything seems to be okay,” he announces as he walks away, “You may wear your panties again, but remain lying down,” he announces, leaving you confused.

If the exam is over, why would you stay lying down? A wave of panic turns you pale; it is so intense that Seokjin turns in your direction with a stern look.

“Your smell is steeped in fear, woman,” he scolds you, tossing the latex gloves into the bin next to the monitor, then handing you some Kleenex to remove traces of gel, “If I wanted to do anything to you, believe me, I would have done it by now.”

You swallow before nodding, accepting the Kleenex and lying back down.

“Now I'm going to check the general state of your body,” he informs you as he returns to your side, in awe you watch as his hand rests on the soft skin of your abdomen, claws you didn't notice before glisten under the neon light of the room, but the touch is so gentle that the claws don't even reach out to touch you. The Moondirian's blue eyes slowly clear as a gentle tingle invades your body. The sensation reminds you of a lover's lips lightly brushing kisses against your skin, causing delicious shivers throughout your body, you find it quite natural to close your eyes, relaxing against your gloomiest expectation.

Seokjin continues his examination minutely, your blood flowing like peaceful waves inside your body, with the palm of his hand he moves closer to your chest, until he touches the curve of your breasts covered by the cotton bra. Although he has reiterated that he has no strange intentions, the sensual movement of his hand along your most sensitive skin makes your throat contract, a movement that immediately attracts his attention.

He thus begins to murmur something in a language unfamiliar to you, a song as sweet as a bird's song. You feel welcomed into a big hug and find yourself instinctively sighing, your heartbeat finally beginning to calm.

After another two minutes, the words stop and the warmth of his hand leaves your body, rousing you from that brief respite.

“You have excellent blood circulation and your vital organs are healthy, you are healthy,” he announces, “Now you can get dressed.”

You blink quickly, still with a foggy and confused mind about what exactly he did, "What happened? I felt strange," you whisper more to yourself.

“Do you know what the people of Moondir are like, Y/N?” he asks you, sitting down at his desk as you quickly get dressed, shake your head in denial, and Seokjin crosses his arms.

"We came into the world through a Goddess; our father was a wolf. We are connected to nature in more ways than one, and every Moondirian is born with the ability to rule an element. My element is Water, and with it I can control any kind of fluid, including blood, and through blood I listened to your body," he explains as if it were something very easy to understand even for someone like you.

When you sit in front of the Moondirian doctor, you can't help but ask, “Why are you so kind to me?”

His pointed smile leaves you breathless, and not positively.

“I know what you're up against, that's all,” he replies, igniting a flame inside.

"Are you doing this out of pity? I don't need it!" you growl, trying to retain some dignity, but Seokjin shakes his head.

“You are more stubborn than a puppy,” he sneers, before lowering the collar of his lab coat, finally allowing you to see the scar around his otherwise pale, sculptural neck. The mark is deep, but it is so old that it has lost the bright color of blood, blending in with the rest of the skin, “Do you know what this is instead?” he asks you.

You don't know exactly why such a devilry had been invented, but you remember that Yoongi, when he still worked for your father, always wore a thick electrified collar. The memory sends shivers down your spine, because you witnessed what that terrible object could do-it took at least a whole day for Yoongi to recover from those horrible shocks.

When you don't answer, Seokjin chuckles, “Of course you know, I can tell from your smell that you are aware of it, but maybe you don't know the reason behind its use.”

“Was it to punish you?” you ask, but the man shakes his head.

"Worse, it was suppressing our sexual instincts. “ he reveals with gravity, ”They exterminated our women to prevent us from procreating, and to prevent us men from feeling desire they designed a contraption as small as it is powerful and useful for their purposes.“ in his blue eyes you see a shadow drop, and when he resumes looking at you, there is no amusement, ”Out there you will find many of my kind who will not mind taking you by force, they have endured over a century of sexual deprivation, there is no one left to keep them on a leash, Y/N."

The world seems to be collapsing on you, you know the people of Moondir are not human, you know they are part wolf - beast - so you also have reason to think that you will be dealing with unscrupulous men, “Will I die like this?” you whisper with trembling lips, unable to believe that such a thing is happening to you of all people.

"No, you will not die. You are healthy and your body is mature, you are perfectly eligible for this task, and you will be cared for by experts at the procreation center, every kind of relationship will be followed, documented, and if there is a need, someone will step in to rescue you."

“That doesn't me-” but whatever you would like to say is interrupted by another man who opens the door wide without knocking.

You petrify like a marble statue, returning alert and anxious, how long has it been since the visit began, an hour? More?

He entered as if there was no one inside the room, if you hadn't dressed in time would he have had the horrible opportunity to look at you?

“You're early,” Seokjin does not seem pleased with the newcomer, who does nothing to apologize.

“You took too long this time, and I was wondering if you finally gave in to your instincts,” shrugs the other. He is a perfectly fit Moondirian specimen, his clothing similar to that of Yoongi and Jimin except for the camouflage color.

His deep green eyes nail you to your chair with vivid, eerie interest, his brown hair pulled back allowing you to peer into his face without any problem. His elegant features almost hide the madness behind those cheerfully cunning eyes. He reminds you more of a fox than a wolf.

"Stop it, Hoseok. I'm working," the other picks him up harshly, beginning to sign and stamp papers with a strange red, pungent-smelling substance.

"Oh, yeah? And here I thought you were examining these women for another reason,” he laughs lightly, approaching you with an all too confident stride, “One that involves very little words and more the body."

You move imperceptibly away from him, your survival instinct is warning you this Moondirian is different from Seokjin. Definitely. He seems more dangerous, more driven by his baser instincts.

“You're rambling, as usual” Seokjin unceremoniously hands over a freshly compiled file of documents, “She's eligible, don't damage her” Hoseok's smile turns meaner as he teams you from head to toe.

Then he takes a long breath, appreciating something, “I can't smell that other weird gel you use when you dilate them, you haven't examined her inside and it only means one thing,” he sneers alluringly, Seokjin's blue eyes light up with irritation.

“It means you won't touch her, she'll get safely to the center and you'll stay away from her after that, got it?” he asks with a certain amount of patience.

There is something unspoken in the air, you speculate that this Hoseok did something to one of the women and that Seokjin was not particularly happy about it.

“A hundred years of abstinence and you're acting like you're not feeling the effects, they fried your brain in that shithole and now you don't work anymore?” but the wolf's clear provocation - Hoseok - falls on deaf ears, Seokjin's attention is back on you, watching them both wordlessly.

A hundred years?

Can a Moondirian really live that long? That would explain Yoongi's youthful appearance. Aside from his more trained muscles, he hasn't changed a bit.

“Hoseok will take you to the nearest procreation center, he will see to it that you arrive safely, no matter how unreliable he may seem, I can assure you that with him by your side, no one will dare touch you with ill intentions.”

You nod as if intoxicated, casting a nervous glance at the man with the incredible green eyes. As unbelievable as they are disturbing.

“Yes, little flower ... you won't have to fear any one except me.”

‘You filthy bastard, try touching me and you will find that you are not the only one who can bite.’

Keep that furious thought to yourself, tightening your arms around your body protectively.

“One more thing,” Seokjin resumes, blatantly ignoring his colleague's response, “As I told you at the beginning of the visit, no rough movements, they excite us more than you think,” the doctor's warning hovers in the air like a gunshot, and you don't know if you will end that long day with all your limbs in place.

You leave the hospital with a weight in your chest; you are eligible.

Before you left, you asked Seokjin one last question, you asked him what would happen to you if he didn't find you eligible for their new repopulation plan, the doctor's glazed look was more than enough of an answer, then had come Hoseok's whisper at your side, amused.

«In that case I would have taken care of it, little flower.»

In a sports sedan that attracts far too much attention, you observe Hoseok, who drives in a relaxed and cheerful manner. As if he were a normal civilian and not a Moondirian trained to kill.

The profile sculpted with an almost aristocratic grace unnerves you. He is an animal of the worst kind, not deserving of that beauty, much less all that freedom.

“If you keep staring at me like that you're in danger of wearing me out, little flower,” you gasp, taken aback and appalled by the pointed smile he turns on you, “But I can give you a picture of me if you like me so much.”

In response you avert your eyes, pointing them to the clean but unusually empty streets. The razing has stripped the city of its soul, the once colorful and brightly lit stores are closed and empty, others have broken windows with obvious signs of struggle.

A frightening thought begins to creep into your fragile mind.

“You have killed the men and are using the women for your own purposes, but what about the children?” you ask in a hoarse whisper, your eyes lost in nothingness.

Hoseok snorts slightly through his nose, turning onto a highway.

“We are not so cruel, little flower,” he says almost bored, "Children have purer and more elastic minds. They have learned to fear us because of you adults, now they will learn to live with us, nowadays it's called a ‘reset’."

Children are not to blame, he does not say but that is what his words imply and you sighs relieved. Apparently, Moondirians have animal instincts in every respect, just as they love to hunt their prey when they run away, they also tend to take care of cubs, regardless of species.

“Don't be so relieved, woman,” his sharp teeth gleam under the flickering light of the road lights, “I would think more of myself than of others if I were you.” There is something true in his words, you can feel it in the way he utters them. Hoseok must have gone through hell, and you are sure he will put you through it too. Like a personal gain.

[cobaltperun]

The Catalyst (5) - Burning in the Skies

WandaNat x Female Reader

Chapter summary: A desperate battle continues, giving you all a taste of what’s to come and how unprepared you all truly are.

Spotify Playlist

Masterlist / First Part / Previous Part

Word Count: 4.6k

Note: I changed the last bit of chapter 4 and made it so that the Leviathan falls into the water instead of in the middle of New York. Now, on to the chapter!

-And in the end, we were made to be apart-

You were taking deep breaths, trying to cool down your body enough to avoid damage to it, when Stark flew right to you. “Note to self, if I ever build some sort of training room I need to disable the fire alarms,” he joked and you rolled your eyes as you summoned your glaive back.

“You do that,” your ribbons were cut in half by that stunt and your body heat was already abnormally high, but at least now you were properly warmed up and could use your powers much more effectively. You and Stark looked at the huge alien whale slowly sinking underneath the water surface. “I’d rather not do that again,” you told him, after all, if you exerted that kind of force again your body would go into overdrive and change, and you weren’t eager for that to happen again. Roaring interrupted whatever Stark was about to say, and you both looked toward the portal in horror as another of those whales emerged. “I’m not seeing things, am I?” you swallowed the lump in your throat, wondering just how many of these things were going to come down from space.

“I wish you were,” Stark understood the severity of the situation. More soldiers came with the whale, sooner or later you’d be overwhelmed. You needed more heavy hitters, otherwise this would all be for nothing. He shook his head. “Right, can’t dwell on that. I’ll get its’ attention, you handle the smaller ones.”

That really was your only option right now. “Let’s do it,” you both flew right back into the battle with Stark firing several missiles at the whale and making it turn to him.

You separated from Stark, trusting him to handle himself and turned your attention to the Chitauri soldiers. Your right arm was still limp by your side, but you threw the glaive with your left hand, piercing through two Chitauri on one of the chariots as they flew toward you and then boosted your speed with lightning, zapping toward the falling chariot and yanking the glaive out of the bodies.

Taking them down one or two at a time would take too much time, and too much energy as well. In a split second you made a decision, flying through a groups of them and getting as many of the Chitauri to follow after you. “That’s not dealing with them!” you heard Stark warning you.

You had to smirk at that. “Appreciate the concern, but,” you spun around, flying backwards and lit the bladed side of your glaive on fire while making lightning come out of the other end. “I’ve got this,” you began spinning the glaive above you, using the stray lightning to block the shots from the Chitauri and creating a whirlwind of fire and lightning above your head. The flames and lightning grew larger, spreading rapidly as you stopped and dropped down to the rooftop, causing a tornado of fire and lightning to form and catch the Chitauri that followed you.

“Okay, yeah, Firestorm,” Stark commented, figuring there was no need to worry about you.

You stopped spinning the glaive and glanced at the ribbons, the flight and the tornado just now made them noticeably shorter. You’d definitely have to work on your stamina in the future. You felt the heat in your left forearm, the blue cracks were slowly spreading. As the flames and lightning disappeared and the charred remains of the several dozen Chitauri fell you realized how little that attack did. Despite your efforts there were still too many of them.

Panicked screams pierced through the air and you looked below you, seeing some of the Chitauri were closing in on a floor where there were civilians. “Shit!” you cursed, flying toward them. You slashed through the air with the glaive several times, dropping two chariots and throwing your glaive at another. You flew between two more chariots and struck them with lightning, but you didn’t get to all of them in time and you watched as they fired, taking the aim at the civilians. It was reckless, but you got between the window and the shots, blocking a few, but getting shot twice. Their shots focused on you, blasting through what little protection the jacket provided as you gritted your teeth and swung your glaive in an arch, striking them down.

You strapped the glaive to your back and held your side, feeling the wound there, flames were already emerging from it, showing you just how close you were to an overdrive. At least it stopped the bleeding and closed the wound, but you certainly didn’t like seeing blue flames there. You looked back, realizing in an instant that you couldn’t rescue everyone. One of the people got shot, despite you being right there. You went inside and walked over to the man bleeding out on the floor. He was still alive, so maybe, just maybe you could do something. “Move aside, please,” you said and gently pushed aside another man desperately trying to stop the bleeding with his hands. It didn’t work on Coulson, but maybe this time it would be different.

Lightning crackled around your hand and you pressed it to the wound. The fire alarm got triggered and you nearly laughed, realizing the steam coming from your body had already turned to smoke. The water felt good, soothing your body as it burnt on the inside. You focused on the man’s wound and closed it with the heat from the lightning. “He needs urgent medical attention, this will only buy him some time,” you softly spoke to the people around you.

“What is going on?!” someone fearfully demanded.

Too many things to even start explaining. “Watch the news if you survive,” you said as you got up and turned to leave.

“We are the news!” another person cried out.

Oh, the irony. “Tough luck then,” you jumped out the window and noticed the other regrouping on the street. Well, it was kinda hard to miss Thor landing, so you went down as well, hoping they had something in mind to put a stop to this alien invasion. You flew toward them, cutting through another group of Chitauri and landing close to Rogers.

“What’s the story upstairs?” Rogers asked both you and Thor.

“People are still in the buildings. We need to keep their attention on us,” you said as you looked them over. No one was seriously injured yet, but they definitely didn’t have an easy time down here either.

“The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable,” and Thor just made the whole situation much worse.

“Thor is right, we gotta deal with these guys,” Stark confirmed it.

“How do we do this?” Natasha asked as another group of Chitauri flew above you.

“As a team,” Rogers’ answer was more to boost morale rather than provide an actual solution.

“Well, yeah, but how? We’ll get tired eventually,” even if you killed every single Chitauri here more would come.

“I have unfinished business with Loki,” Thor stated as Clint prepared his arrows.

“Oh yeah? Get in line,” Clint argued, eager to get his hands on Loki himself.

“Save it,” Rogers shit him down. “Loki’s gonna keep this fight focused on us and that’s what we need. Without him these things could run wild. We got Stark up top, he’s gonna need us to-“ he paused as Banner arrived on a motorbike.

“Well, I’ll be damned, he showed up,” you let out a sigh of relief, realizing you’ve just got the heavy hitter you all needed.

The five of you approached Banner as he dismounted and looked around. “So, this all seems horrible,” Banner commented a bit awkwardly.

“I’ve seen worse,” Natasha pointed out.

“Up close,” you added and dramatically coughed to cover it up.

“Sorry,” Banner apologized sincerely. Unleashing the Hulk was not something he wanted to do, especially not in that situation.

“No, we could use a little worse,” Natasha said and he seemed genuinely surprised by that.

“Stark, we got him,” Rogers said through his earpiece and you could hear relief in his voice.

“Banner?” Stark guessed.

“Just like you said,” Rogers confirmed it.

“Then tell him to suit up. I’m bringing the party to you,” Stark replied and you all looked ahead as Stark turned the corner, followed by the second whale that came through the portal.

“I don’t see how that’s a party,” Natasha actually stuttered a bit as she pulled her gun back.

“Doctor Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get angry,” Rogers said as Banner began walking toward the whale without a hint of worry. The whale crashed through the street, trying to get Stark and destroying numerous cars along the way.

“That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry,” Baner said and, well, you’d love to say you were surprised, but all things considered you sort of saw it coming.

You watched in awe as he changed, seamlessly, so smoothly you struggled to tell where Banner ended and the Hulk began, it was a natural transformation, without any pained roars, without any issues or resistance on either part. The Hulk smashed his fist into the whale’s mouth and got pushed back but it didn’t matter, the whale was being destroyed right in front of your eyes. It couldn’t do anything to the Hulk.

You stared blankly as the damn whale toppled over, stopped and redirected by Stark’s missiles. You swung your glaive, shielding the team from explosion and just shook your head. “One punch. That’s all it took. And I got in his way less than two hours ago,” as far as you were concerned that was the pinnacle of comedy right there.

The Chitauri roared from the building at all seven of you as you stood in a circle. Hulk roared as Stark landed between him and you. You could hear Natasha and Clint getting their weapons ready and for the first time the seven of you felt like a team. Rogers, Natasha, Thor, Clint, Hulk, Stark and you, all ready to take Loki down as he looked down on you.

And as ready as you all were, he seemed just a bit more ready as more whales and other aliens came flying through the portal.

All seven of you looked up, preparing to continue the battle. “Guys?” Natasha kicked you all into action.

There really was only one person who could lead this team. “Call it, Captain,” and Stark voiced it for all of you.

“Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there our priority is containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, L/N. you two got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash,” well, there were your orders.

You raised your right hand, finally feeling it again, and grabbed your glaive. “Consider it done,” you said as you put some distance between you and the team and taking flight in a burst of flames.

You slammed into one of the chariots and discharged lightning all around you, catching a few chariots at once. You dared to look down, you only had a bit less than a third of the ribbons left. You heard the Hulk smashing through the enemies and felt Thor summoning lightning. “That’s what I’m talking about!” you exclaimed, absorbing some of the lightning that Thor summoned and aiming it at the aliens. It was different from your own lightning, it was natural, almost uncontrollable, almost leaving you drunk with power and tempted to push it all a step further.

The lightning around you focused at the tip of your glaive as you pointed it at the enemies and you could feel the lightning coursing through your body, emerging from it, engulfing you entirely as you held the glaive with your right arm and put your left hand on your forearm. You waited until the aliens charged toward you and fired a laser beam of lightning from the tip of your glaive, a railgun of sorts. You let out a battle cry, focusing more power into the glaive and spreading it across the entire blade before you swung, sending dozens of smaller lightning-made laser beams instead of one large one.

By this point the blue cracks spread all over your body and you looked down to see flames bursting through your forearms against your will. A bit over a fifth of the ribbons was left as you flew lower, picking off any alien in your way. You saw Natasha and Rogers dealing with the Chitauri on the street and swooped down, cutting through a couple that were coming closer to them before jumping above Rogers.

“L/N!” he called out, raising his shield above his head and you decided to put your faith in that shield.

“This better work,” you charged the blade of your glaive and sliced against the shield, causing the lightning to disperse all around you and Rogers, striking several Chitauri. “Noted,” you said as you took a moment to catch your breath.

“You don’t look too good,” Natasha pointed out while she shot one of the Chitauri with their own spear rifles.

You looked at her, at the blood dripping down the side of her face, the bust lip, tears and dust on her uniform. “Neither do you,” although she was probably freaking out over the flames coming out of you, as well as the light yellow glow of your skin. “I’ll start glowing light blue if these,” you raised your right arm and pointed at the ribbon. “Get cut in half again,” the final stage before the overdrive.

“Be careful,” Natasha told you as you gave her a joking salute and flew up again.

The battle continued, one by one the Chitauri fell, but all of you were getting tired as well. You’ve taken several shots over the last half an hour, and your ribbons were reaching their end. From almost ten feet of ribbons you had when you jumped out of the quinjet you were down to five inches. It got to a point where you couldn’t even fly for long, instead going from one rooftop to another and only using your flames or lightning when absolutely necessary.

“Getting low there?” Stark asked when he flew by you.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how much longer I can last without changing,” you told him while you dropped down the side of the building, cutting down the Chitauri that were climbing up while you were at it.

“Maybe we need that boost,” Stark told you and he was right. This was looking like a never-ending fight and a bit of a power-boost might be just what you all needed right now.

However… “Yeah, about that, I’ve only got like two minutes in that form, and then I can’t use my powers for a few hours, period,” if it was just pain you’d deal with it, but overdrive simply wasn’t an option unless you knew the fight would end. You got back on the street and stabbed another Chitauri through the chest and then lifted it above your head and tossed it another one.

“How much time do you have left?” Stark asked, understanding the situation.

“Twenty min- did I just see Natasha on one of those flying things?!” you cried out when you saw her flying above you, unsure if you should go after her or yell at her. A shot grazed your left shoulder and you quickly jumped to the side, sending a fireball toward the alien that fired at you.

“I’ve got her back,” Stark promised you and blasted the Chitauri that were coming after Natasha.

“Thanks, Tony,” you muttered and you swore you could hear him smirk. “Not one word,” you warned as you rushed through the streets, covering people as they were fleeing from the Chitauri.

You cut off the path of about a dozen Chitauri before they could find any civilians that might still be nearby and clashed with them. Your slashes that weren’t powered by fire or lightning were getting weaker due to your exhaustion, and it was getting to a point where it took so much out of you to even pierce through one of them.

You lunged to the side to avoid getting shot at and threw your glaive in utter desperation, just to get a moment to breathe, but your back hit the car behind you and you faltered for a moment. A blast nicked your side and you gritted your teeth. One of the Chitauri slammed into you from the side, pushing you against the wall and you blasted through it with lightning, only for another to hit you. You gasped, coughing up blood as the ribbons dropped to less than an inch length each. You could feel your body burning from the inside, fire coursing through your veins, electricity firing off from each nerve, changing you from the inside as you desperately summoned your glaive and pushed the Chitauri off you. The pale blue glow spread all over your body, your skin broke along the cracks and flames pushed through instead of blood.

“I can close it. Can anybody copy? I can shut the portal down!” you heard Natasha’s voice and smiled despite the pain.

Just a bit more and this would all be over.

“Do it!” Rogers ordered quickly.

“No, wait,” your eyes widened when you heard Tony’s panicking voice and just narrowly dodged another Chitauri.

“Stark, these things are still coming!” Rogers exclaimed as you cut the Chitauri’s head off.

“I got a nuke coming in, it’s gonna blow in less than a minute,” Tony’s words changed everything. “And I know just where to put it.”

You were being swarmed by the Chitauri as you heard that and you discharged lightning from your body, leaving only fractions of the ribbons left around your wrists.

“Stark, you know that’s a one-way trip,” Rogers warned him and you let the flames burn around you.

“It won’t be,” you said through the earpiece. As Tony flew up toward the portal with a nuke on his back you let the flames and lightning engulf you entirely and the pain nearly made you drop to your knees. You let out a scream as you felt like your whole body was being changed from within, being torn apart and pieced back together by fire and lightning inside of you. You were engulfed in bright blue light as you took flight once more blasting through the air faster than before and just in time to catch up to Tony.

You watched as he let go of the nuke, sending it at the Chitauri mothership and then the vastness of it all hit you. You instinctively grabbed onto Tony’s armor, trying to power it back on enough to keep him alive as you pulled back toward the portal.

The space, the alien army… if it wasn’t for the nuke you would have lost. You weren’t ready. The Earth wasn’t ready. And your own power was fading as well, not due to two minutes passing, but because you were in space, unable to breathe, forcing your body to move even if it felt like that was an impossible task.

You haven’t felt this weak even when Magneto destroyed your home when you were a child.

You were truly, undeniably, faced with the reality. That if you stayed the way you were you’d be powerless when it came time to face whatever was coming.

~X~

Natasha anxiously looked at the portal, almost cursing you for going after Stark. Why would you be so reckless? “Come on, Y/N,” she whispered, tightly gripping Loki’s scepter.

“Close it,” she heard Rogers ordering and all of a sudden she was back on that mission, leaving you to bleed out.

“Not yet,” she refused the direct order.

“Romanoff,” she could hear this decision was difficult for Rogers too, but she wouldn’t go through with it.

“They’ll come back,” that had to be true. Otherwise she wasn’t sure what she’d do with herself.

Each second felt like an eternity, and then you burst out from the portal, pulling Stark along with you and her heart soared with relief and happiness as she plunged the scepter in to close the portal. She didn’t even watch the portal closing, she just watched you, flying down and landing on the edge of the building, several floors above her and holding Stark by the arm of his suit.

You looked different. And of all the things she expected it certainly wasn’t this.

Your body changed, your skin was blue, as if covered by crystalized blue armor made of hardened flames and lightning if that even made sense. Natasha could swear she saw flames burning just underneath your skin, or perhaps it wasn’t even skin, as it looked like a layer that covered you entirely and went over your clothes. Either that or they burnt away entirely, but she was willing to bet it was the former, rather than the latter. You had protrusions coming from your upper back, with flames bursting from them and keeping you up in the air and it looked like you had a sort of a helmet with two horns on each side pointing upwards. Lastly, she took notice of the blades emerging from your forearms, retracted, from the looks of it.

“Y/N,” she called out to you, noticing your eyes were closed.

Your body swayed back and forth and her relief turned to despair when your body cracked and in a burst of lightning you reverted back to normal, not even your skin was glowing anymore, and there was no smoke coming out of your body, you were entirely spent, and unconscious.

And you fell backward, letting go of Stark and plummeting down from the top of the Stark Tower with Stark falling right beside you. Natasha didn’t even cry out, she couldn’t, she just rushed over to the side of the building, watching helplessly as you kept falling.

No matter how tense things were between you, no matter how angry you were, she just got you back into her life and was now watching you fall to your death. And then the Hulk caught you and Stark and she felt like she could breathe again, hoping that you and Stark were just unconscious.

~X~

Roar of a furious beast jerked you awake and you abruptly sat up and winced. “What the fuck was that?!” you looked around, realizing the Hulk was the one who roared and that Rogers and Thor were standing over you and Tony. You actually came back from space.

“What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Tony demanded and you looked at him incredulously.

“We won,” Rogers told the two of you and you raised a finger, despite how much effort that took out of you.

“Yeah, but did anyone kiss him? Or me while we’re at it?” you asked, deciding right then and there that maybe you’ve spent a bit too much time with Tony in space.

Thor chuckled. “Do not fret, nobody kissed either of you.”

“Alright, Hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it,” and Tony was rambling, which, considering he nearly died, in space mind you, was understandable.

You just wanted to lay back down and rest.

“We’re not finished yet,” Thor shattered that dream into countless pieces.

“And then shawarma after?” at least Tony had his priorities set.

“Count me in, I’m starving,” you voiced your support for the idea, but first… locking up Loki.

“Romanoff, Barton, they are alive,” Rogers said through the earpiece.

“I heard,” you have never heard Natasha’s voice so vulnerable and filled with relief.

~X~

You and Tony were flown up to the top of the Stark Tower by Thor, seeing as neither of you was moving all that well, and Rogers was taken there by Thor as well, just to do things quicker. The Hulk jumped to the top of the building in a couple of hops and Clint made his way to the top as well while Natash was already waiting for all of you there.

The moment you separated from Thor you saw a blur of black and red and felt Natasha hugging you tightly. “Hey,” you muttered, too tired to think about everything that happened in the past. You just relaxed and hugged her as tightly as your current state allowed.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” she whispered, digging her fingers into your back as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“Yes, Ma’am,” if a situation like this occurred again and if you fought there was no way you’d be able to keep that promise, but for now, fresh out of the battle, you’d pretend it was a promise you could keep. “You kept the portal open,” you vaguely remembered the portal staying open until you went through it and Natasha froze at that. “Thanks, Nat,” you whispered, her actions today leaving a significant crack in your anger toward her.

“Okay, love birds, time for the show!” Tony called the two of you out. “Come on, let’s strike a team pose!” he ushered everyone to stand exactly how he wanted them to as Loki regained consciousness and slowly turned onto his back.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now,” he said, only earning a growl from Hulk.

~X~

With Loki captured, the battle over and won, and shawarma eaten there really wasn’t anything else left to do. Sure, you could stay behind and wait for Thor to take Loki away but you had a lot to think about. The space, the threat that was inevitable, your place in all of this, you needed peace and quiet to think about it.

Tony was gracious enough to let anyone who didn’t have a place to crash at stay the night in his tower, but you intended to leave as soon as you cleaned up and got a fresh set of clothing. You called the elevators in a T-shirt and jeans and with your glaive on your back. The doors opened and you saw Tony there.

“Surveillance,” he shrugged, sort of implying he’s been riding up and down on the elevator since he saw you were leaving.

“I figured,” you replied and got in.

“You saw that, didn’t you?” he asked and for the first time you noticed just how affected he was by what he saw. There was barely concealed panic in his eyes, and you were sure he’d get PTSD from this battle, if he wasn’t already struggling with it from his time as Iron Man.

“Yeah, we’re in over our heads,” you barely understood anything you saw, and you were sure he had a much clearer idea of what it all meant, but you knew it was bad.

“We need to be ready,” it wasn’t even a question. You couldn’t back out now. You were an Avenger. And there was a battle to be fought.

“That’s why I’m leaving. These powers are too unrefined, I’m too inexperienced with them. I need to be stronger,” and you’d start by dealing with the overdrive issue. You couldn’t afford to be unable to use your powers for hours after the transformation that was already short-lived. Tony nodded as the elevator doors opened, and you stepped out, accepting this duty and the risks that came with it.

A/N: And with that we're done with The Avengers, on to Reader's Origin story!

Taglist: @toxicitytiger @wandaromamoff69 @womenarehotsstuff @psychickryptonitebouquet @seventeen-x @maddsdotorg @arualdcg @ilovemybabygirlmoon @redroomgraduate @canyonyodeler @skz-xii

[batchilla]

Chapter Three: Dread and Despair

Before we start a quick note: while the story loosely follows the events of the leaping into the light series, I am playing with the timeline because otherwise it would be a series longer than what I am really able to commit to at this stage in my life. So things are happening in a faster timeline and occasionally in a different order. You’ll work it out. I trust you.  Also if anyone wants to complain about how long this update took you I will politely remind you I was HIT BY A CAR TWICE between updates. 

You're starting to get worried, because Dick’s not at work. He’s never late, to the point of annoyance. You find yourself checking one of the more reliable Nightwing watching twitter accounts, but find nothing. He hadn’t even been active last night. 

Over the last week, you’d been slowly yet steadily collecting evidence. You’d done your best to be impartial towards James. But you had found cause for suspicion. He had arrived the day the file was moved. He knew people in high places, as evidenced by his promotion. But he wasn’t your only suspect. Honestly, finding a corrupt cop wasn’t hard in Bludhaven. It was finding the right one, who was the correct needle in a massive stack of needles instead of hay. You look around the break room, where Dick’s lunchbox of horrifically sweet snacks isn’t in the fridge, out at the dividing glass into the bullpen as you make yourself a sandwich. 

Your captain would have unquestioned access. He had little care for Buldhaven’s homeless population, but catching a suspected serial killer would be a feather in his cap and a ticket to an early retirement. A beat cop could have snuck in and done it. Less power, but they could have been bought or blackmailed. So could anyone, really. You’d been sifting through the entire department. Last time you saw him as Nightwing you had gone a little too far. Taken up too much of the time you had with your little false accusation prank. Not to mention, he had not taken it particularly well. Over the last week, he’d gone out of his way to be helpful to you. When you’d asked him for a favour, he’d been strangely intense. Grabbed your shoulders and told you he’d never let you down. So clearly, righting your perception of him was something he was desperate to do. You occasionally felt bad about it all. Then you remembered he’d called himself Richard bloody Grerson to your face and expected it to work, and were annoyed enough to let go of the guilt. 

Grerson. Did he think you were an idiot? 

How the hell has he maintained a secret identity up to this point? Fucking Grerson. You finished making your sandwich and sat back down at your desk, trying to act as if nothing was wrong and you weren’t so worried you felt like you might cry. You almost envied the time when you hadn’t known. You’d assume he’d been out late, or he was sick. 

Now you knew, and you were worried that he’d been murdered, or he’d missed a grapple and was lying in some alleyway all alone and in pain. You're so busy worrying about Dick that you don’t even notice when someone occupies his seat. “Hey.” You look up. Sitting across from you is Officer Rodwell. 

She’s a wiry woman. Curly hair in a messy bun, kind eyes, deep brown skin and an overall soothing presence. She looks exhausted. You know the feeling. She looks scared, and you know why. You are too. “He's back.” she says, fiddling with one of Dick’s many desk toys, a newton's cradle, full of nervous energy. “He’s back.” you agree, resting your chin on your hand, holding your fingers over your mouth. “Honestly soon as he came back I felt like I was an idiot for not seeing it coming.” you admit. “Same.” Janet says, shaking her head. “If he tries anything… I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.” she says, and you nod. “Of course, Janet.” your agreement is immediate. But your concerns run deeper. You would help, you meant that. You just didn’t know if it would matter. “Might happen sooner rather than later, Captain Leo has asked to see me in his office at 12.” You furrow your brow and pull open your calendar. “Well, look at you Ms Priority, he doesn’t want me till 12:30.” The invitation glows menacingly, lingering in your mind's eye even as you close the tab.  “What do you expect it’ll be about? How he’s sorry Mc Elroy came back and he won’t let him get up to his old shit?” Janet snorts. “That’d be lovely. Also, he’ll tell me I can take the detectives exam early.” You hum. “Well… guess there’s not long to wait.” It’s not, objectively. Subjectively? It feels like an eternity until you are called into your captain’s office. You only catch the last few words of what Captain Harrison says to Rodwell as the door shuts “...and give my best wishes to your son, eh? We’re all thinking of him. I’m sure the insurance will pull through.” You exchange a tight smile, a nod, and brush past her into the office. 

Captain Harrison took care of his officers. That was not an endorsement. To him, the thin blue was a religious idol. He covered up whatever he deemed necessary as part of the benefits of the job, looked away and denied the most egregious acts committed by those reporting to him. He’d never forgiven you for taking the Mc Elroy incident further than his precinct, but while he’d make your life hell with the worst assignments, he would probably cover it up if you shot a kid. Pig. He grins at you as you slip into the seat across from him. Says your name with a warmness you resent from a man like him. “You wanted to see me Captain?” “Yes, yes, no need to look nervous. I just wanted to be sure that the Sargent has been behaving himself?” You bristle. Yes, in your one, supervised interaction, he had not committed a reportable offence. “Why would you think he wouldn’t be?” is your deflection. 

He taps his hands against the desk in lighthearted annoyance at Mc Elroy you know he doesn’t truly feel. 

“So defensive. Look, you're the best gal in my bullpen-” you are the best in his bullpen. Second to Grayson maybe. It’s hard to be sure given he cheats with his connections. “But while what he said wasn’t on, Me too, I’m with her, and all that, when we can’t present a united front, well, it emboldens the scum.”

Disagreeing at this moment will make everything worse for you, and for Rodwell. So you present a united front. Nod and pick your battles. You hate yourself for it. But you hadn’t joined the force with the intention to fix it from the inside, because you can’t. The rot is too deep for that. You joined in the hopes that you could help a few people. Every case that comes across your desk is in the hands of someone who cares, rather than the Mc Elroys and Harrisons of the force, and that's the best you can do. 

“But, all's well that ends well. So long as you keep your head down, I can see you getting a similar promotion in the not so distant future. Even with this terrible Grayson business.”

This whole time your heart has been teasing at moving into your throat, and now, finally, it has. 

“What?” You croak, as the office fades away and you are blinded by dread. “I mean to say, the announcement he made this morning is a nice idea-” Announcement? What… oh. Dick had done something. You, for all your thoroughness in investigating Nightwing, you’d neglected the other half. “Heaven, or whatever high handed title he gave his project… Really, he should have gone into social work if he wanted to be so soft about these things. You, I at least get, you like the puzzles and the solving, him? No clue why he wanted the badge.” Your tongue is too big for your mouth and too heavy to speak with. 

“I’m a little out of the loop,” you admit. “Has something happened?” “Well, if we do need to assign you a new partner, I hope you keep a closer eye on him, eh? Yes. As far as I know he’s alive, but I'm afraid someone’s put a price on his head.” You are on your feet in a second. “Who? Why?” Badge on your belt - check. “Who, I can’t say. Sufficient enough sum that it could only be a few people. He announced some hippy bullshit save bludhaven project. Re- vamping that tent city those kids hideout in to be something decent or some such…best guess blockbuster didn’t like that. I sent out an order to bring him into protective custody.”

Gun on your hip - Check. Hopefully you wouldn’t need it, but things could get ugly if someone had gotten to him by the time you caught up.

You're leaning over the desk, close enough to see Captain Harrisons pores and smell the tuna salad he had for lunch. “Rescind it.” You say all too quickly, racing the part of your brain that wants you blindly running into Bludhavens streets to get to him. You needed to stay calm. Reasonable. You aren’t a vigilante, you can’t run into the danger head first. You need a plan, and you don’t have a secret identity to carry it out as. Harrison knew what would happen if Dick came into protective custody. He’d have some tragic accident. Something would go ‘wrong’, and he would be dead, a fish in a barrel. He knew and he would let it happen, because unlike you, Dick was too good to bite back the bile and keep his head down. He’d made one too many waves and he was being left to his fate. 

“I’ll get him.” You leave no room for argument. “No need to waste the resources. He listens to me. I’ll make sure he’s safe.” And you're off, out the door. Across the bullpen. Out of the precinct. As fast as your feet, and then your patrol car, will carry you.

You go out too fast. You don’t see it. The eyes on you. The person taking information on your partner, Grayson, and giving it to the heartless killer out of desperation. You don’t see it, and Dick hasn’t seen it yet either. But someone does. Someone with a vested interest in anything Richard Grayson had to lose. And now, they know he has you. Can lose you. 

It’s a pity. You are liked. But when a child is in need of a heart transplant and has been denied, horror befall those who would underestimate a mothers desperation. 

Captain Harrison took care of his detectives. His uniformed officers less so. Allowed to bear the brunt of the consequences of crossing Mc Elroy, Officer Janet Rodwell had been left alone against the hate. 

Fucked over by Shel Pharmacuticals when her son needed a new heart, and offered a solution by a monster, which, with no where else to turn, she took. 

Her boy needed a new heart, and to ensure that… she’d help tear Grayson down, if she had to. 

His partner… it was a pity they were so close. Perhaps if they hadn’t been, she could have been spared. Collateral is a leading cause of death in Bludhaven, and surely she will join them. Pity indeed. 

You had made it to his apartment. Made it just in time to see it burn to the ground. He helped with the evacuation. Of course he did, that wonderful fool. You wouldn’t change that, wouldn’t hope otherwise, because to do anything else would not have been him. There were no other casualties. A miracle, some think. Richard Grayson, you know. You just wished he’d made it out. He probably did, you tell yourself. Probably he’s up in the justice league's space satellite or the batcave or something insane. Because if he is alive, he surely made the call to get out of Bludhaven. At least for now. 

But you put the wingding in the window anyway. And you get to work. Take away containers pile up and mold over, and you work. Your clothes feel like cardboard, and you work. The smell, the fact that you haven’t left your apartment in days, and the general aura of despair you must be radiating causes three neighbours to come and check if you’re alive. 

You’re pretty sure you get fired at some point. Not ideal, but you can get your job back. Say you were in mourning or something. You might be. He’s been gone so long now. You’d figured he’d make it out, lay low, and come back. He wasn’t back. The wingding in your window is dusty. You don’t remove it. You work, and you work, and you work. You think you're close. Too many corrupt cops to find one, but you study the ways they are corrupt. Blockbuster doesn’t seem to be aligned with heartless, and that eliminates a vast swath of them. So you keep working. It wasn’t your Captain, too busy bending over for blockbuster, and you reluctantly had to acknowledge Mc Elroy’s innocence. And you work. 

Till eventually there’s the rap of knuckles on your window. You don’t think you’ve ever moved so fast. Or been so disappointed to see the red and black of Red Robin. Or felt such cold dread in the presence of a young man.  Why was he here? If his brother had come to see you… were all your worst fears true? “Yes?” you say quickly, opening the window and stepping back for him, too tired and too scared and too sad to care about playing dumb “Is Dick okay?” “Who?” Red Robin asks, cocking his head innocently. “Cut the shit, Tim” is your snapping reply. Red Robin drops away, and you are staring at a befuddled boy in a cape. “He told you?” “For fucks sake - I am a goddam detective. No, he didn’t say a word, but his mask covers 20% of his face at most, and his extended family all have rather obvious physical similarities to the rest of the bats.” Tim nods, and furrows his brow “well, that’s… I of all people can’t be mad about that I guess.” You don’t know what that means. In better days to come maybe you’ll ask. Not today. “Tim. Is he okay?” The young man nods. “Relatively speaking, yes. He is. I- Well given you know I suppose I can tell you a lot more than I planned. We were able to track down and arrest enough major players to scare others off taking the hit on him - Dick can return to public life soon. But when he does, we’ll want you with him. Or people you trust. Most of the time he’ll have someone a little better equipped watching him as well - No offence -” You shrug. “Glad to hear it. I’m a decent shot and a good detective but I am by no means one of you.” Tim continues “But it will also help to have you on him, and to keep up the appearance that he’s not anything special.” “Even without Nightwing, I don’t think you could convince a single person that Dick isn’t something special.” Is it true? Yes. Is it an embarrassing thing to have slipped out in front of his little brother? Also yes. Tim doesn’t comment, but you know it’s been filed away in the steel trap of his mind. 

“Well, regardless, be on your toes. You’re a target too, now.” That almost draws a laugh out of you.”Me? Why would I be a target? I don’t matter, not on the scale he operates at.” Red Robin snaps back into place as the young man stares at you like you just asked how people were sure the Joker was mentally unstable and not just misunderstood. “Ohhh you’re another one” “Another what?” “Idiot genius.” “Excuse me?” You take a step back in slight offence. “You’ll work it out.” is his reply, but he does smile. “Dick will be coming back soon. I know he’s had you working through potential moles put in the BCPD by Heartless. Any progress?” You nod, and wave him further into your apartment to see the board. Well. Presumably the cork board is still in there somewhere, having absorbed the wall it rested on. Ten newspapers. Seventeen files you absolutely shouldn’t have. Thirty pages of printer paper. Forty nine sticky notes. Over 200 pins and eight balls of red wool. It is a thing of beauty in your humble opinion. Red Robin clasps his hands together. “Mhm. Yes. We’re going to be friends.” “So, finding a clean cop in Bludhaven is basically impossible. Hell, by the definition I don’t even count, given I’m helping vigilanties. So I’ve tried to narrow down who works for Heartlesses competitors. My instinct was the new Sergeant, Mc Elroy. But it can’t be him, the timeline is all wrong. My Captain wouldn’t do it either. He’s scum, and he is letting Heartless get away with wildly too much, but he doesn’t do murder. White collar crime and letting others off the hook, as long as he can lie to himself about being the hero. He wouldn’t work with an obvious sadist.” “Which just leaves everyone else.” Red Robin hums.

“Less opportunity, but so many of them…”  “Exactly” you agree, hand on your chin.

“I have a good swath of people ruled out… so many of them work for Blockbuster or corrupt officials who lead back to Blockbuster. So many. It’s depressing, honestly. I have found a few that are suspiciously clean… and therefore suspect.”

You take a ruler and tap out your suspects faces where they are pinned at eye level.

“Dick Grayson; we can safely ignore him, but he acts suspicious enough to be a decent red herring, and to not consider him would be suspect if I was caught and this was found.”

“Bet Nightwing loved that.” Tim laughs.

“Oh his face was classic.But moving right along… Officer Jeeves, Officer Rodwell, and Officer Hughes. Jeeve’s is green, but he’s viable. Hughes, I haven’t been able to find anything on really. Rodwell… It wouldn’t be her.”

“No?” Red Robin fixes you with a stern look. “Is that an objective opinion?”

“No.” You admit. “But I trust her.”

At this point you have read nearly 10,000 words of this series, and so should really REBLOG, because likes on tumblr are meaningless! Please share your thoughts, I feed off them like a validation vampire. @sunnie-angel is the BEST beta a girl can ask for and you should check out her work! Banner was made by @stangergraphics

I no longer have a taglist but please follow @batchilla-announces-fics and turn on notifications to stay informed!

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

What happens during their(yes their) pregnancy announcement...part 2 of????

Cw: pregnancy, nausea mention

Based off part one and part two of the a series.

A/N: I once again wake up and choose to make crack I must feed the people and by people I mean me(and also you ily) ;3c

-------

Zhongli's announcement went pretty well with Hu Tao. Perhaps it's because she is used to dealing with all sorts of paranormal nonsense that something like this does not phase her. They come to an agreement that until he begins to show and or have any discomfort he would be given light and mostly desk work. She sends him off on his way alongside Childe and you to go see Madam Ping and Xianyun in a discrete tea shop owned by another adeptus that Childe had rented just for the occasion.

The two women are joined by two men you recognize as Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver in their human forms. They look a little uncomfortable, not quite used to being in Liyue's city but they sip their tea and make pleasant talk with the ladies.

As your little trio gets closer they stop their chatter and welcome you all to sit, some give Childe a light glare considering his past actions but they have accepted that their former lord has made his choice in partners and don't do anything more.

They offer to pour you all a cup but Zhongli politely declines to their confusion and he calls over the owner. The owner comes by with a different pot of tea and pours Zhongli a separate cup, the scent of ginger filling the air.

His friends question if he is falling ill when he gives them a grin.

"Not quite. I am just experiencing some nausea due to my pregnancy. Do not worry I will be alright."

The room is quiet before Xianyun and the others all burst into noise bombarding him with question after question, offering him plates of snacks, and scolding him for not telling them sooner. He laughs wholeheartedly as they flounder about and gestures towards you.

"If you must know they're the "father"." Everyone's eyes lock on to you and you wave sheepishly a bit intimidated by the sudden attention. "We discussed this some months back and agreed that I shall carry while the both of them provide and care for me."

"We would have told you all much sooner but there were some difficulties in finding a proper dosage that was safe enough for them so they could be the "father" of our children." Everyone takes the information in and they congratulate you all, even patting Childe's back though a little awkwardly.

"Are you happy, Zhongli?" Madam Ping asks a little sparkle in her old eyes. Zhongli takes in her question and nods with the softest smile and fond eyes. "Yes. I am very happy."

Jing Yuan rolls over, comfortable as can be as he lazies around in bed ignoring the string of text alerts coming from his phone most likely demanding to know where he is as he's two and a half hours late to show up to work. You stall in the doorway with a tray of food as he rubs his belly fondly and find yourself lost in a trance as you watch him.

But the moment is broken when a projection of Fu Xuan enters the picture. Her hands are on her hips as she glares down at Jing Yuan a bit unkempt dressed in nothing but a light sleeping robe. Her eye twitches as he sends a text to someone.

"General just what time do you think it is?" Jing Yuan doesn't even bother looking at her patting his belly once before sitting up to take the tray from your hands. She notices the congee on the plate, glancing up at his face and notices just how pale his face is her attitude shifting from irritation to concern.

"...Are you sick? Do you need Lady Bailu to pay you a visit?" Jing Yuan hums as he takes a spoonful of the congee making sure to get a bit of egg and takes a bite. He practically melts and you sigh relieved that this didn't make him sick compared to the other stuff he's tried to eat this morning.

He shakes his head. "Perhaps later, I visited her earlier this week but no, I am not sick." Fu Xuan's brows pinch in confusion. "You clearly must be, or poisoned even I'll-" He lifts a hand cutting her off as he smiles cheerfully. "I'm not sick, I'm just pregnant. Surely my charts have predicted as such?"

Fu Xuan's projection vanishes and Jing Yuan hums again as he takes another bite. He finishes at least half the bowl by the time her projection flickers back into the room. She looks absolutely frazzled her mouth opening and closing as she tries to speak.

She barely chokes out a "Congratulations!" before disappearing once more not giving you either a chance to thank her. You watch as he finishes his bowl happily not a care in the world.

"Well that went well. I sent a text to Yanqing, he should be here with the tea from-" Yanqing bursts into the room a hand on the door and an arm carrying a case of tea his face flaming red. "GENERAL YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"

"Yes, indeed I am-" Yanqing runs off without another word and you both hear clatter and clanging as he panics navigating the kitchen. He blinks before laughing to himself. "I'm certainly in capable hands aren't I?"

[carpesabrina]

We do work well together, we haven't had one and it's been months. I'm sure it'll happen sooner or later. I thought for sure we'd fight over living arrangements. But you surprised me by quickly agreeing to live in LA when we start our family. I can't wait for work to calm down so we can have a family. Part of me hopes we can start as soon as we get married. I can't wait to see you as a dad and how much you love our baby. Funny, I want a little version of you. I think it was a mix of both. I was craving to get fucked, but I also just wanted to spend more time with you. I wanted to get to know you more, in and out of the bed. I think it was good for us, we got to learn a lot about each other in those few weeks in Europe. You did make the right choice, as did I. I think everyone thought I was gonna pick one of them too. Chris was the more popular choice. And I do think if you hadn't popped in my life around the same time as him, I would have went with him. No matter what Barry thinks, he never had a chance. I was too scared to try a third time with him. I crazy blonde picks a wrestler over an actor. I think I needed to step out of my comfort zone. I date the same type of guys. I am yours, I have no plans of it being differently.

I think so too. We work well together, I honestly can't think of am argument we've had. The asshole is for people I don't like. I'm happy to give you daddy in dom mode anytime but I do love being sweet with you most of the time. I love you and enjoy worshipping every inch of your body. I know work is important but I can't wait till you can find the time for us to have a family. I want a tiny little version of you. I didn't need a side piece. I could wait for you to get back and fit me in. You chose on our first date by asking if I was going to come in for a nightcap. That meant either you just needed to get fucked which I'm sure you could have texted anyone after I left to come over and fuck you or that you wanted to spend more time with me. The fact that I opted to spend the night and not fuck you and leave your apartment told me a lot about my feelings for you. It's not selfish to be happy we can spend time together. I enjoyed being able to give you all of my attention and take care of you every night. You're my priority and so I made sure to be there for you instead of out and about or doing family things. I preferred to be with you and now we're doing family things together. I'd say I made the right choice. Fun fact: As great as I am, I thought you would pick Chris or Barry because what entertainer picks a wrestler over an actor? I don't mind being hated especially for that reason. Mine and staying mine.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Remembering I can draw fanart for my own fics, SO BEHOLD! The most mentally sound halves of a fusion imaginable! Technically a redraw of art I did way earlier for the same fic! Flexing my art muscles and thinking about these two is good for the soul. Love them. Bastards to write though. I can't wait to write them fused back together, but we're not here yet and it's AGONY.

[touchd0wn-boy]

[crehador]

parting thoughts on kawagoe boys sing (sort of)

there's still one unaired episode but since it doesn't have a solid release date yet i'll jot some thoughts down now before i forget everything

first of all THERE IS A TGIRL IN THIS BOYS CHOIR CLUB sadly no it is not made explicit but it is so evident, and shizuo's whole character arc was just a delight to see

unfortunately that also kind of highlights the one thing i found a bit lacking here, which is just not all the choir kids got a particularly deep/involved story. and that i suspect is just to do with the fact that the pacing is a bit wonky at best

nearly half the season (which amounts to half the series) is devoted to bringing on the choir members one (or two) at a time (mostly By Force), and the rest speeds them straight through to nationals, introducing a few (like very few) rivals along the way

that's really not enough time to dive into every character, and while sure all club anime have main characters and less-main characters, it would have been nice imo to see more personal stories here (i would've especially loved to see more with magic and hakase)

it's also very silly, like very silly, and "Not Good" in a typical sense. which understandably might be deal breakers for a lot of viewers. but personally it's silly in a way i love, and i even got way more invested in this team than i thought i would

the other potential deal breaker, the asshole in the room, is of course the pseudo-teacher who's putting this club together and leading them to nationals. haruo is... what is that one cat meme? it's not that he's evil, he lacks empathy and goes into a dissociative state and commits atrocities?

haruo's something like that except it's more like he lacks empathy and any sense whatsoever of social awareness, and if he's unbearable to you... this is not going to be a pleasant show to watch. BUT if you think he's funny as hell (which i do) then he really adds to the zaniness of the series in a good way

anyway the tl;dr is yeah, okay, admittedly this is not a Good show but it is exceptionally fun to me

also? STREAM

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

anyway back to thinking about fionna and cake for the night because simon compels me

[orcsmoker]

tw: pet death :/

[supersaiyajopping]

my mom is a taemin stan now

[weisscreamcake]

former coworker/friend hasn’t talked to me since i posted on ig saying if you voted trump delete me and never speak to me again which. hmm.

[giraffeter]

I often see posts about curating your own online experience that make the point, “content creators aren’t your parents.” And, yes, that is absolutely true! And I try not to be like “as a parent,“ but as a parent…

EVEN PARENTS ARE SUPPOSED TO ENCOURAGE RESPONSIBLE READING/VIEWING BEHAVIOR. NOT filter everything ahead of time for their kid.

When my kiddo was 5, his pediatrician was asking him the usual Well Child Visit questions (“What are your favorite foods? What do you do to get your body moving? Do you know what to do if you get lost in a public place?” Etc.) and she asked, “What do you do if you see something on TV that scares or upsets you?”

I piped up like, “Oh, he doesn’t watch TV without one of us in the room,” which was true at the time and is still largely true now. She said, “Yes, but that won’t always be the case, so make sure you’re talking to him about what to do if he sees something that upsets him.”

So we started talking to him about that, and the answer is simple: “Turn it off or leave the room, and talk to someone you trust about what you saw and what you’re feeling.”

The answer is NOT “Ask your parents to make sure you never see anything upsetting again,” because that’s just not possible — and ultimately that would be doing the kid a disservice, since sooner or later he’s going to be out in the world where we can’t control what he watches or reads. That doesn’t mean we don’t try to make sure he’s watching/reading age-appropriate stuff, it just means that’s not the only safeguard he has — and that’s a good thing.

So yes, content creators aren’t your parents and aren’t responsible for making sure you never see anything you don’t like — but also, your own parents should have taught you what to do when that happens. So if they didn’t, take it from me, your internet mom:

Turn it off.

Walk away.

Talk to someone you trust about how you’re feeling.

And leave the person who created the thing that upset you alone.

[racke7]

So. I was going to go to bed, when I spotted a certain stream-announcement an hour away. So I delayed my sleep because, you know, that's... quite something.

Thoughts on the announcement.

The only reason given was a very blunt and not-elaborated-on "disagreement with management" which sounds... complicated?

Makes me wonder if there's some kind of restructuring happening internally, for four people to independently decide to take the leap in seemingly quick succession (possibly as a way to get away from this, more than as a "path of new opportunity").

[blueskrugs]

sully stans dni

[define-uninhabitable]

life update: i'm so single rn i just made a pact with my closest friend that if we're both single by 45, we'll buy a house together and adopt some pets