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kaijurakunsobs · 4 years ago

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If requests are open could you do a Heisenberg fic with a teen or young adult reader(no older than 20 please) who stumbles into the village trying to get away from their parents and after they get attacked by Lycans Heisenberg patches them up and takes them in trying to hide them from his sister and mother miranda. Could you please do it with an AFAB reader who doesn’t identify as female? I am currently dealing with borderline verbal abuse from my conservative father who doesnt like that though I am AFAB I don’t identify as female.

first, baby, I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I know how bad and mentally taxing that kind of living situation can get, I was in a similar situation and somehow managed to pull through.

you are not alone, you are loved and I hope everything gets better, never forget that it's you who defines yourself, your self worth should NEVER be defined by others

All you can think is...how cold everything is around you, how the freezing air burns your skin and lungs, but, you have endured something worst, physical pain can be healed with time, emotional and psychological pain is what hurts the most, what feels eternal and haunting, it coils around you, it grows and never let's go, like being branded, it leaves marks that never go away.

Running aimlessly through the snow feels like nothing.

What made you get out of the car?

Was it anger?

Desperation?

Does that even matter anymore?

You can't hear their voices anymore, so that's a win.

Farther away you see smoke and fain lights, distant sounds beckoning you closer to that place, and you let yourself smile widely when the silhouette of someone standing so close to you, you could get help, start somewhere new, be happy!

But it's so short-lived, that you question if there's divine retribution, karma, or just the universe laughing in your face.

Your "savior" is covered in blood, a man with a perpetual expression of agony lays in the snow, dead. The monster turns to you and finally the cold freezes you where you stand, it's not alone, and all the other creatures are looking at you, dark soulless eyes fixated on their new prey.

You have felt like that before under his gaze like if you were vermin, it made you furious how you were treated and consider as something lesser than a person. These things look at you the same like you are just a speck of dust in their path, and maybe you are, if the mangled body is any indication that taking a life will be nothing for them.

You see it from the corner of your eye, one of them lunges for you, and then? everything is a blur.

You remember kicking and punching wildly, adrenaline making you forget about the pain of the bites and scratches, there are memories of you running and using something to smash the head of one of the monsters, a rock, perhaps? But in the end, cold, blood loss, and exhaustion are enough to bring you to your knees. One of them grabs a fistful of hair and roars in your face and you know, that, this is it, you fought and did your best, but this is the end of your travesty...so much for your new life of freedom.

"Get the fuck away...I SAID FUCK OFF!" his voice is so loud that it makes you whimper and recoil "LET GO, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? LET GO, DAMN IT!" the smell of blood and a warm liquid hits you hard, but at least you are free, letting your body hit the snow

"What do we have here?...this one is alive, but ya ain't from around here, do you?" he's smoking and something small and silly wants you to tell him that smoking is bad, which makes you smile so softly "...Interesting"

Heisenberg rarely gets intrigued by anything, he hasn't found anything to spark his curiosity in so long, so of course, he had to come and see what was causing such a commotion. What he thought to be a villager, fist fighting the lycans so valiantly, turned out to be a teenager, he saw you from afar, furiously kicking lycan after lycan, you didn't even notice the growing red spots in your clothes and the black eye, it was survival and feral like behavior. Truly interesting.

Now, what made him pick you up with care? years from today he will say it was just "Scientific interest kiddo! nothing more", but, it's the pain in your face that makes him act so soft, it's not the agony brought by your wounds, this goes deeper, it's different and he knows it very well.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken you to Moreau, but he knows the loud mouth will give you to that bitch Miranda and that will be it for you. Dimitrescu is OUT of the equation, so does Beneviento, hell knows what her psychotic ass would do to you. So he brings you back to his home and takes time to clean your wounds, true, his stitching abilities are amazing...on corpses, and a lack of anesthesia and your occasional movements makes it hard for him to stitch you properly, but by the end of everything, you are bandaged and clean, isn't that the important part?

He’s done his part, the rest is on you. If you had the strength to fight and even kill a lycan, you might live to see another day

How long were you out?

You are warm and so fucking sore, cracking your eyes open is a big task and even harder to sit up in the bed you are laying on. The room is black and smells like tobacco, oil, and something you can’t place but it’s nice.

Barefoot and curious you start to get up, wincing deep and loud when pain floods your body, but you get up non-less, you feel the cold air hit your legs, and immediately pull down the shirt to cover yourself. Then it fully clicks, the jagged memories of what happened slaps you in the face and make you lose your footing, falling back on the bed you pry the shirt off from your body, you see bandages and patches placed on smaller wounds, your head is killing you and your right eye hurts like crazy.

With small breathes you pull the shirt back on and force your body to get up and investigate the room. There are piles of clothes and pieces of paper everywhere, picking one of the pants you sigh, these are yours, but they have been destroyed either by the beasts or by however brought you here. Looking around there’s nothing more, time to go out.

The only door leads you to an open room, the kitchen and living room placed together, in one of the sofas you can see someone laying down, their chest rising and falling softly, their face obscured by an old hat.

You try to be as quiet and sneaky as possible when getting back into the room “Where do you think you are going, kid?” his voice is thick with sleep but the sound is enough to make you yelp, slamming your shoulder against the door frame, the man jumps up and in a couple of strides he’s beside you “Can you more fucking careful? the stitches gonna get open and if you get an infection I ain’t risking my neck to get you meds”

He’s a bit taller than you with squared and wide shoulders, his face is stern and it seems like he’s annoyed about something, is it you? Did you anger him? You try to remember what could you have done to make him so mad but nothing comes to you, is not like you remember much, and what you do, is better to be left forgotten.

Heisenberg has seen many people look at him with fear, reverence even, but he has never been in the receiving end of a look like yours, he has to close his eyes for a second, carefully grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the kitchen, almost forcing you to take a seat in on of the wobbly chairs he owns.

“Well now that you are back with us, I can finally cook something to eat. You must be starving! I would too after the way you fought back there” he lets out a howl while he busies himself with pulling ingredients for whatever he’s cooking “I saw ya, you know? That was one hell of a show and I know about putting up good entertainment, you gave those lycans a good beating”

Lycans? So those things have names...uuuh, who would have thought.

"What's your name kid?" you get pulled out of your mind by his voice and the smell of cooking eggs, for a moment you wonder and think, that this is the time to be addressed by YOUR name "...I'm Y/N, sir"

"Cut the sir bullshit, you ain't trying to impress nobody here, you can call me Heisenberg, Karl if you wanna get my attention quickly, got it?"

"Yes...Heisenberg?"

He's rather harsh from what little you have seen of him, but he's careful when serving you breakfast, a steady hand serves you tea and makes quick work of a loaf of bread, whit that you two eat in relative silence, he eats like a wolf and that's enough to make you hide a smile.

"Once you are...better..." he's speaking between bites, eew "I'm taking you to get some new clothes, staying here ain't gonna be free, ok?" with his fork pointing at you he waits and continues without you answering "I'll have to teach you...that's gonna take time..."

"I'm a faster learner!"

Heisenberg laughs at the offended tone in your voice, taking a big gulp from his mug once he stops "I like ya kid, there's a fire in you and I respect that, we gonna get along"

It takes you almost 2 weeks to fully recover and be able to move without crying out in pain. On the day he announces that he must take off your stitches, he's kind when pulling on the thread, talking about how that same day he's taking you to the seamstress cuz he's "done" having you wear his stuff.

The seamstress in the Village seems flabbergasted when "Lord Heisenberg" comes into her house, demanding she makes you good sturdy pants and easy to move in shirts. From that sole visit is enough for people to call you "Heisenberg's assistant" whenever you are sent to the village or just went spotted by anyone. The Duke, the merchant that sometimes you have found yourself talking to, does nothing but fuel the rumor, people already fear Heisenberg on a god day, now they fear you might be spying for him.

You would be lying by saying that, Heisenberg is a normal man, he's flamboyant and loud, filled with pride, and what you can describe as...showmanship, he speaks with passion when explaining to you the ins and outs of the factory. He's always close, never breathing down your neck, just close enough to hear if you need help.

The first time you see him use his gift is the most embarrassing and awkward moment of your life.

You are working on some molds for pieces he needs to make from scratch, he taught you where you should work on that, away from whatever lurks in the lower areas of the factory. You were so engrossed in getting the mold out perfectly, tongue sticking out and heavy gloves helping you to pry open the damn thing open, you don't even jump when a hand lands on your shoulder, but you do when the ghoulish face of a corpse appears beside you.

He's running the second he hears you, a high pitched sound tearing through the noise of the machinery, he sees you bolting it towards him and a Zwei Soldat quickly catching up with you, the drill in its arm too close to your back, the moment you are close enough he pulls you towards and behind him, a metal sheet flying to the thing and beheading it in an instant.

"Kid...Kid, look at me, hey, eyes on me" you are not crying, there's no blood anywhere and nothing seems to be missing, you seem more startled than anything else, but you listen to him, concentrated on him and his voice "Y/N, it's ok kid, I'm here"

Then it happens, you let it slip. "Thanks...thanks dad"

You feel him go tense, the hands-on your shoulders shake for a second and embarrassment comes crashing down on you, you are ready for him to yell or push you away and order you to see if the mold is still useful, but he pulls you close, patting your back like you never said anything.

There are days when you can hear him talking on the phone, his voice growing irritated, and his explosive temper getting worst.

You are curled up in the crawlspace that he turned into your room, listening to him talking with someone, he sounds exasperated and nervous. This time he takes longer to come out from his room, a new cigar in his mouth and hammer over his shoulder, usually, he would tell you that he's leaving for a couple of hours, this time he's just there, tapping his foot and sparing quick glances at you.

"Get your coat, we need to leave"

That's new...he never takes you with him to wherever he goes, but you don't feel like arguing and do as he says, slipping your boots on and grabbing your coat.

Heisenberg is unusually quiet this time, only the snow crunching under your feet make enough sound to fill in the void, he takes you farther from the village and into a rundown church, you can hear new voices and the unforgettable sounds of the lycans snarling.

Inside the candlelight is soft and cast strange shadows of the people already waiting inside. There's a woman in a white dress that probably towers over you, another lady dressed in black and her covered, she sits in a corner with a creepy doll on her lap, and finally, a shy man who battles to cover himself with the torn cloth of his jacket.

"Is this why mother Miranda called us? Did you brought a new toy and never informed her? what a bad dog you are Heisenberg"

"Non of your business, Dimitrescu" Karl does everything to keep you behind him, away from the doll or the twisted man, but especially from the woman, Dimitrescu as he called her.

From where you stood, you could see how beautiful and regal she is, sitting with grace and a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. Noticing you, she moved slightly to get a better look, narrowing her eyes, making you feel small and like food. Before she can't even speak the sound of feathers caught your attention, giving Karl enough time to guide you to one of the pews, making you take a seat beside him.

The four adults greeted the new woman, the infamous mother Miranda, you have heard about her in the village and through small stories shared by the Duke, but mostly, you have heard Heisenberg curse the woman and call her every single name under the sun.

"Usually I wouldn't care for what my children do in their dominions, but, Karl, I must say I'm disappointed in you...to hide this child and avoid telling us?"

"I apologize, Miranda, the right opportunity never came" ooooh he's pissed

"I say you take his toy, Mother Miranda, and if possible, give me that lovely lady to me?" at that your gut twist uncomfortably, it's been some time since you were...addressed like that

"Excuse me?" Heisenberg cocks his head to the side, looking at Dimitrescu over his shades "Are you talking about my SON?"

"YOUR SON?! Don't make laugh, child, I can smell the sweet maiden blood running through her veins, that's a lady not one of your dirty lycans"

"And you are bitch no matter how well you dress!"

"ENOUGH!" Miranda's voice breaks them apart, everyone looking at her "Care to elaborate, Heisenberg?"

Karl takes a second to take a drag from his cigar and blow a cloud of some into the air "I found Y/N here, they fought hard to survive and I took them in, just like Alcina, and her lovely daughters...I decided it was my time to have a child of my own"

"That doesn't change the fact that you brought an outsider and didn't inform mother, and now you are trying to do what exactly? have...them...play house with you?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, that's enough" she's looking at you, mother Miranda in staring, and Heisenberg as a hand on your back, suddenly you are hyper-aware of everything, the sounds and smells, the movements each person in the room does, the way the candles flicker "I allow it, may this never happen again, Heisenberg. Next time there will be consequences"

You feel like passing out after that, the screams of Dimitrescu and the doll get drown by the ringing in your ears, everything keeping you together is Heisenberg's hand on yours cursing up a storm as he pulls you along with him.

The cold air feeling nice against your burning skin.

"Kid? I think you are ready" you are halfway through the trek back to the factory when he speaks again

"Ready for what?"

"To be introduced to the Heisenberg family true work, of course! What kind of father I would be if I don't involve you in our family's business"

You trip with your feet hearing him say that, so...he meant it? what he said in the church...that you are his son?

"Come on Y/N, I won't go easy on you because you are my kid now, quick quick"

Catching up to him is easy and you feel at peace when one of his arms wraps around you, he begins to talk about how many things he's gonna teach you and how exciting is to have a young mind to shape.

For the first time, you are eager to get back home.

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #x reader #heisendad #resident evil 8 #re8 #answer stuff #request stuff #reader is a teen #trans reader

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dodo-begone · 4 years ago

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See's Dodo and anons reaction to last ask.

Me: externally blushing like crazy. Internally AAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA *squealing noise s*

Well you know what they say the show must go on.

Wilbur was the first of the royals to really notice, after all most of his time with you was spent inside in the library since he had convinced his father to allow him to teach you instead of hiring teachers, but you never had less than two layers of clothing on even when indoors you had a large shirt and coat on. Even if it was winter now you were first brought to the castle in summer but you attire remained the same a shirt two sizes too big and a coat also large on you it was a small wonder you didn't suffer form heat stroke, maybe it was a case of those being the only clothes you owned well that wouldn't do it would be a poor showing if visiting diplomats thought they treated their (new sibling) guests with such little care and honesty buying you a new wardrobe didn't even make a dent in his personal finances. Still it was strange that both you and Tommy insisted on your new clothes being a size or two too big and also made of lighter cloth not the wool that was so common for winter attire but at the very least your and Tommy's insistence meant that he got to choose the colours of the outfits in return. Of course the main colours were white and a navy blue you were a member of the Royal (family) Court now it was only right you wore their colours, still the insistence on lighter materials for your clothes did worry him a little the winters were harsh he didn't want his (sibling) little brothers friend getting sick maybe he should bring this up with the others maybe they would know why you never took off that coat.

Techno hadn't noticed the whole coat issue until his twin pointed it out but now that Wilbur had he couldn't stop noticing it. Even when you spared with him you didn't take off the coat heck you never wore armour saying that armour only slowed you down, you had even balked, gone pale when he offered you enchanted iron armour turning down the gift and walking swiftly away. At first he and chat had felt rather rejected (sibling rejection arc, pog, e, e, Technosad) after all you had even if reluctantly accepted Wilbur gift of a new wardrobe but you were rejecting his gift, he had wanted to give you armour so he could teach you his style of fighting but you didn't want that apparently. Though now he thought about it your and theseus's apparent insistence on lighter fabrics and the rejection of the iron armour might not be as coinsidental as he might have thought, after all he had seen you shivering a few times when you thought he wasn't looking but you had refused the much warmer wool for cloth so it wasn't just you being stubborn did, did you have some sort of skin problem or other ailment that caused you pain or irritation if you wore heavy clothes or armour. Oh of course you would go pale at the idea of wearing iron armour if that was the case plus it would explain the constantly wearing a coat since you probably didn't want them to know out of misguided fear of their reaction after all he had seen how superstitious some peasants could be about such conditions from his time training new soldiers. Theseus would know you did have such a condition after all you were practically joined at the hip, but it was getting very late, tomorrow he would find Theseus and ask if he knew the reason why now he needed to find his father.

Tommy most certainly did know the reason why you never wore armour and always had a coat on. He was currently sat on your bed, both of your backs to the door, preening the reasons why you letting out quiet chirps as he helped straighten and re-aligh your feathers, after all your wings didn't exactly appreciate being covered by your coat the whole day he couldn't even imagine how much worse your wings would have been if Wilbur hadn't listened and just gotten a heavy wool coat. He remembered when your wings first came through a few years ago when your friendship was still new, you had been complaining about a rash that had suddenly appeared on your back a few days prior only to fall to the ground in pain mid sentence, he was honestly grateful that his family didn't keep track of their potion supply considering how many regen potion you needed when your wings came out leaving rather large exit wounds on your back, if he wasn't able to get those potions he didn't even want to think about what could have happened to you. Now you were here though and he couldn't let anyone know about your wings if even a servant or stable boy saw it would trickle back to his brother and his dad if Philza found out he would never let you leave, you would become as trapped as him maybe even more so due to his dad's instincts. Unfortunately since both of your backs were to the door neither of you spotted the winged watcher peering through the cracked open door.

Philza was on his way to his newest (child) guests chambers after his eldest two had come to him with worrying news about their newest ( family member) permanent. Wilbur told tales of light clothing even in winter while Techno quiet shared his own worries of them being ill and hiding it from them but to him those weren't the signs of illness no they were signs that you were like... no he should get excited it was probably an illness after all his investigations had shown that it wasn't just bandits that ravaged his nation but hybrid hunters a particularly disgusting breed of bandit that targeted hybrids to sell as pets or in the case of winged hybrids to harvest their wings as decorations. That infuriated him after all he had founded this nation to be a safe haven for hybrids but due to his own negligence they were hunted down, if you were like... him it would be a small miracle that you hadn't been taken by those hunters. Reaching the room in question open a crack he went to knock when he heard a soft chirping pausing he looked through the crack to see his youngest preening his (baby bird) guest's wings, rushing back to his own chambers he could just hear chat cawing ( baby bird, dadza, dadza, protect, keep, baby bird) he couldn't keep the massive grin off of his face as it all came together. Of course you didn't wear heavy clothing you had been hiding your wings it would mangle your feathers if you wore heavier clothing over them, the iron armour was rejected because you couldn't wear it full stop even with your wings out your bones wouldn't be able to take the weight since they were partly hollow, oh he had a little bird to teach flying and how to properly preen. His emotional high crashed though as he realised that you ran your farm alone, were you alone when your wings came through, its was the worst pain on could feel wings slowly ripping their way out of your back plus you could easily bleed out or get an infection if the open wounds weren't taken care of properly, oh you poor dear no wonder you were so attached to Tommy he was the only flock member you had. No longer though he would look after you he knew his sons had grown to care for you as much as they had Tommy, his more bird like instincts rejoiced at the thought of a fledgling joining his little flock.

Ender-anon

This is quite a bit longer than I thought it would be also first time writing hybrid reader.

sorry i took so long to answer this!! This just rlly intimidated me and anxiety went brrrr- but anyways lemmie get into this ask!!!

YOU FUCKING DESERVE THE RECOGNITION MAN UR STUFF IS SO FUCKING POG

god i rlly love royalty aus, did i ever mention that??? i just lOVE- ANYWAYS

So Wilbur's curiosity about your clothing choice only lead him to believing that what you wore was all you could afford in your previous life. He wasn't exactly wrong. And even with the new clothes you got when you moved into the castle, you refused to wear them. It was rather peculiar. Wouldn't you want to get out of those nasty and worn rags you called clothes? But you were new to the castle. He went with the presumption that the shock from the change was frightening. You must've kept your previous clothes as a safety blanket of sorts. Though after a few nasty looks sent your way over your apparel and your very obvious discomfort about it, he decided to take the executive decision to give you clothes that fit your taste and the taste of the court. Your choice to have oversized clothing confused him, but Tommy's insistence just made him presume you were self conscious of your body. To be fair, he wasn't half wrong but he was.

At the rejection of his gift, his and chat's disappointment were more than evident. Was his twin better or something? Like you accepted his gift, although reluctantly. But you still accepted it. And yet you didn't accept him. Looking back on your fear of the armor, he thought more into it. Yes the skin issues was definitely something to consider, but maybe trauma? No, trauma of armor would be strange, right? Maybe you had a family member who wore armor yet died in front of you despite their armor being worn to protect them. Or some other fear. Yea, the skin issue would be much more reasonable, actually. He'll just bring it up with father, let him know of the possible issues with their new family member.

One of the activities you two did on the daily was straighten out your feathers at the end of the day or when they were bothering you. Though the latter only happened when you two were in private. Nobody could know your secret, after all. It was for your protection and to preserve your freedom. At first, when your wings were coming in, he was absolutely terrified for you. What the fuck was going on? This isn't normal! Oh god oh fuck what is he suppose to do?! With an oversupply of potions thanks to the paranoia of attacks on the family and accidents during training, it was beyond easy to take what he needed for you. If anyone was questioned about it, he could easily say that some trainees took some.

OMG ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME FUCKING CRY WITH THIS PHILZA PART?! BEACUSE I WILL CRY THIS IS SO MF CUTE- I JUST CAN'T I LOVE SO MUCH- I CAN'T ADD ANYTHING TO THAT PERFECT- I COULDN'T RLLY ADD ANYTHING TO WHAT YOU SENT ME AND I APOLOGIZE. I JUST LOVE AAAALLL OF THIS

#ask #ender anon #long post #royal au #c: phil #c: techno #c: tommy #c: wilbur #rambling with dodo

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years ago

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A Fling With A Surprise

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Requested by @stellarosedutton. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the request.

My first Walker and Colby imagine. I hope it's okay.

"Go get grandpa". Your daughter, Amethyst Rose squealed running on her wobbly feet. She had just started walking and she is now on the go all the time.

"Paaaa". She stumbled and fell but got right back up.

"She's like her momma, doesnt cry when she falls". John chuckled as he picked her up.

"Yeah, I was taught to be strong". You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Your husband is down at the barn". John said looking away. He wasnt to fond of Walker. No one really was. But you saw something in him that no one else saw.

"I was just heading that way. Amethyst has a doctors appointment". You say before walking to the barn. Your father took Amethyst into the main house to spoil her even more than she is.

"Hey beautiful". Walker spoke before you even got into the barn.

"How do you always do that"? You giggle wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

"I know your foot work".

"You ready? We gotta be there in thirty minutes".

"Yeah, let me go change my shirt and I'll meet you at the car". He kissed your temple and started to the cowboys bunk.

Going back up to the main house, you saw Colby talking with your father and Rip. Then you heard screaming and giggling coming down the steps of the house. Tate was chasing Amethyst and ran right past Colby.

You might think nothing of it but Amethyst is Colbys. You had a fling with him one night and never spoke about it since but then you got pregnant and just never told anyone that she was his. Then you met Walker when you were six months pregnant, got married four months later and he's been Amethyst dad. Oh I didnt mention that Colby never knew I was pregnant, I hid it from my family until I met Walker.

"Amethyst". You called after her and ran scooping her up. "Thanks for watching her dad. I'll see you later". You didn't look at Colby as you walked away but his eyes were on Amethyst.

"Y/N, hold up". Colby called after you and now the cat was out of the bag.

"Yeah"? You gulped as he came closer. Amethyst laid her head on your shoulder sleepily.

"I know this might be off but um is she mine"? Colby scratched his chin, just gazing at Amethyst.

"Yeah".

"Why didnt you tell me"? Colby asked. He was wasnt upset or angry.

"You didnt speak to me after we hooked up. So I figured you were just ignoring me and staying away".

"It was awkward. Rip found me coming in late and I told him. He knows about us".

"I know. No one else knows. Not even Walker. I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want any riff between the two of you".

"So I'm supposed to let Walker raise my daughter"? Colby scoffed.

"She's my daughter". Walker scared you both. You seriously needed to work on your tracking.

"No, she's mine. I didnt get the chance to be there for her cause I didnt know". Colby protested.

"I'm on the birth certificate. She calls me daddy. I'm not confusing her. So stay away". Walker warned Colby but Colby being Colby and not backing down. Colby threw the first punch and smashed his fist into Walkers jaw.

Walker stumbled but striked back hitting Colby in the nose. You covered your daughters eyes.

John and Rip tried pulling the cowboys apart but they weren't letting each other go.

"Walker stop". You yelled. This was not how it was supposed to go when it happened or if at all.

A gun shot rang through the air. Rip stood there with his gun pointed to the sky. Colby and Walker panting. Their shirts ripped, faces mangled.

"Colby, get out of here now".

"But-". Colby tried to protest but Rip wasnt having it".

"Now".

"Get him out of here, Y/N". Your father told you and you grabbed Walkers hand pushing him into the car. The doctors appointment would have to wait.

Arriving at your house, you laid Amethyst down and patched up Walker.

"Why didnt you tell me"?

"It wasn't your business. Plus I didnt want to make it worse for you than it already is".

"It is my business. I'm your husband. I'm her father". Walker hissed when you put peroxide on his wound.

"I know. But now I'm thinking I should've told him. Gave him a chance to be a father figure in her life".

"I'm her damn father. No man is going to replace me". Walker hit the table. You jumped, you never seen him this mad. Walker got up and stormed out, slamming the door. Waking Amethyst.

You had to go see Colby. It wasnt right not having him know and now you felt guilty. Heading back to the ranch, giving Walker time to cool down. You went and saw Colby.

"Hey". You stepped threw the door. Rip, Ryan and Colby were talking.

"We're just leaving". Rip spoked, nodding to Ryan.

They came to you and Rip picked up Amethyst. "I'll take this". Rip said with a chuckle. Ryan giggled. They both adored her.

"You okay"? You bit the inside of your cheek.

"You should have told me. I would have been there". Colby sighed.

"I didnt know that. I was young. We both were. But that's no excuse. I should've told you". You walked over to the table and sat down beside him.

"I'm not trying to replace Walker as her father. I just want to be part of her life. She looks like me".

"She does. Has a smaller head then you though". You tease. Colby gasped and nudged your arm.

"I want to be there for her. Like I could babysit when you and Walker need a break. I just want her to know me. I dont have to be her dad. I can be an uncle".

"Yeah. She'd like that". You say with a smile.

"Can I be honest"? Colby looked into your eyes.

"Of course".

"When I saw her coming out of the house. I thought I was in a dream. It wasn't real. Like this little girl looked just like me. I was scared when you said she was mine. I wasnt ready to be a dad. I guess you saved yourself a hassle. Walker stepped up and I'm grateful for that cause he's probably doing a better job than I would have. I'm just not ready to take on that responsibility. I'm a horrible person". Colbys head hung low.

"Colby, you're not a bad person. I'm glad you told me this. I'm relieved to say the least. She'll be honored to have you as an uncle. We'll just keep this between us six. No one else has to know". Your squeezed his arm.

"Thanks. I'm sorry".

"Nothing to be sorry over. We just deal with the hand we're dealt with. I'm a mom to an amazing little girl. You're going to be an awesome uncle".

"What about Walker? He'll kill me".

"Dont worry about him. I'll take care of that". You say with a smile. "But I need you to put those uncle skills to the test". You said with a smirk.

"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into"? Colby chuckled, shaking his head.

Deciding to leave Amethyst with Colby and the others for a few hours, you headed home. Hopefully by now Walker has cooled off.

Walking into the house, it was quiet. But you heard some rustling in the bedroom.

"Babe"? You called out, coming into the bedroom. Walker was laying on the bed shirtless and his pants unbuckled as if he was going to bed.

"Where's Amethyst"? Walker asked, taking the rolled up toilet paper from his nose.

"She's with her uncles".

"And her new daddy". Walker scoffed. "You here to get your things and move in with him"?

"No, you dipshit. I'm here to tell you that you're the only daddy she will ever know. Colby doesnt want that role. He's uncle Colby. He's thankful that you stepped up and took care of her. Of us". You replied, getting on the bed and sitting up beside him.

"He wouldnt just do that. He's crazy if he did".

"Baby, he got scared when he found out that she was his. He was just putting on a show. He doesnt want to ruin her life. You're daddy and he's uncle Colby. We're fine. Theres only six of us that know and we're all keeping quiet. Amethyst has a great thing going, none of us want to ruin it". You kiss his check quickly.

"Sorry, I got angry. I just didn't want him to step in and take away our bond. I didn't want to lose my family ".

"You're forgiven and you're never going to lose us". You moan, running your hand down Walkers chest, slipping your hand down his pants. "He's promised to babysit when we need a break". You whisper into Walkers ear as you nip at his ear lobe.

"I'm liking uncle Colby". Walked flipped you over on your back, his hands went to your clothed breast, squeezing them and then raking his fingers down your torso.

"Come here". You grabbed Walker by the back of his neck and pulled him to your lips. Walker shimmied out of his jeans and pulled your dress up around your hips.

"I love you so much". He grunted into the kiss as he pushed your panties to the side and thrusted in you.

"Fuck. I love you". You gasp, as he lifts your leg over his shoulder and thrusts in deep. He kissed up and down your leg. Your fingers pinch your hard nipple through your bra.

"Mmm. We should give Amethyst a sibling". Walker said way out of the blue.

"You serious"? You panted, licking your lips.

"Why not"?

"No reason". Your head fell back as the tip of Walkers cock, brushed against your gspot.

"I'm taking that as a yes". He growled, speeding up his pace. He wrapped his arm your neck and kissed you deeply with passion and lust. This little break, you could get use to it.

While Walker and you were deciding on a sibling or not. Amethyst was having the time of her life. Colby was playing tea party with her and making mud pies. He was making mud pies. She was throwing them at her other uncles as they watch.

"She's going to need a bath. A hosing off before she goes home". Lloyd chuckled.

"I'm not sure I'm fit for that. I agreed on watching her. Not putting her in water and trying not to let her drown". Colby said a little scared. The others laughed.

"Just take the water hose and rinse her off. Itll be alright". Ryan suggested.

Colby of course listens to them and starts to wash Amethyst off, well he lays the water hose down and she happily picks it up and starts spraying everyone. Theres laughter and screaming as they got sprayed.

"What's going on here"? Walker came up to the water hose party.

"He did it". Ryan, Lloyd and Jimmy all pointed to Colby who was soaked from head to toe.

"Great job". Walker shaked his head. Colby frowns. "Baby, put down the hose, please". Walker walked slowly up to Amethyst and snatched the hose away.

"I'm sorry. I'm not fit for this". Colby sighed.

"No. You're not. But she's having fun and she's alive. That's all that matters. Y/N and I have a date night every Friday night. You're going to watch Amethyst for us. Just try and not burn down our house". Walker laughed, sticking out his hand.

Colby smiled and shook it. "No promises. Thanks Walker".

"Sure. Oh and clean this mess up. See y'all tomorrow". Walker picked up his muddy little girl and headed home. This was the life for everyone. Didnt matter how it got this way. It just is and theres no use in fixing something that isn't broke.

#yellowstone fanfiction #yellowstone smut #yellowstone imagine #Yellowstone walker #Yellowstone Colby #happys-crazy-queen22

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 years ago

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I've had this idea floating in my head for a while now but the moment I saw this wonderful art, I knew I had to write it! Special thanks to @floydsleftshoe for drawing this and for giving me permission to use this art! 💓💓💓 Sorry if this is boring smh

Also for context - Floyd is like an alien in this fic. (I was also listening to Katy Perry's E.T. so a part of it also came from there!) This is set in our own world, not in Twisted Wonderland. Strange things had been happening recently and no one dares to go near any large body of water... But why?

Extraterrestrial.

The soft spring wind chilled (y/n)'s room as she sat on her bed, her phone in her hand. Checking the clock on it she saw that it was past 6 already. She sighed to herself, feeling annoyed by the stupid cerfew that was recently put up. She missed going freely outside, she missed just talking to her friends face to face. Sure they texted each other every day but it just wasn't the same. She couldn't help but to feel a bit stressed and tired from everything going on. The thing is though, no one really knew what was going on. Crazy stories and rumours would come and go as quickly as they appeared but people agreed on one thing - it wasn't safe to be alone at night time. Recently, a large number of people had been reported to be missing and every reported person was found three days later, dead. But the state in which they were found caused the paranoia to grow even more as sever people had somehow grown scales around their necks, along with a few other body deformities. This strange phenomenom was happening all over the globe and people were quick to realize that there was one conection to all of these cases - they all happened near some body of water. Scientists studied the mangled corpses but they would always get nothing in the end. The claw marks around their bodies were all unique and different, something not yet seen by humanity. Numerous theories sparked up as various fan sites were created, all dedicated to the victims of these attacks and to the plethora of theories. Some said that this was God's devine punishment to humanity for acting out of line, some said that it was some large underwater creature that was not discovered until now, while others said that it could be aliens. It was too much, all of it was all just too much for (y/n) to comprehend all at once. Her mind wandered back and forth as she herself tried to figure out what was going on with the world, but alas there was only so much she could do as she laid in her warm bed. Before she knew it she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep...

The next morning, (y/n) woke up from her deep slumber as the warm rays of the rising sun gently brushed against her skin, the feeling almost etheral in her current state. Rubbing her eyes she got up from her bed and quickly went towards the kitchen as her stomach growled loudly. She felt a bit better today as she was able to get a good nights rest and because of that she had a lot more energy then usual. She sat down on a chair and placed her cereal bowl on the kitchen table as she turned her head towards the small kitched window. It was a wounderful start of the day even if the weather forecast did say thst it might get a bit cloudy in the afternoon but she didn't mind. A warm feeling came over her as she ate her brekfast in peace, feeling oddly excited for the day in front of her. As she ate her food, (y/n) made up her mind to go on a little walk. Curfew would start at 6 PM and she had plenty of time until then. She finished her brekfast and washed up quickly and in less then 15 minutes (y/n) was out the door.

Stepping on to the street (y/n) looked around and started to walk, noting that there was bearly anyone outside. She would occasionally see someone walking their dog or jogging but other then that the streets were empty and the only source of noise was the gentle chirping of the birds with the occasional car passing by. The ground beneath (y/n)'s feet turned soft as she stepped off the rough gravel pavement on to a dirth path which led in to a small park. She enjoyed going there as she had fond memories of the park ranging from hanging out with her friends, picking flowers and admiring the clear little river at the end of it. She just walked around aimlessly, merely taking in the fresh air and the gentle smell of spring before being forced back in to her home once more. As she continued to walk (y/n) heard a loud yelp a few meters ahead of her. She stopped walking and tried to locate the source of the noise and she heard the yelp once more. Now she was sure that the yelp was coming somewhere near the river so she carefuly walked along the path, taking note of the warning signs on the trees.

"No trespassing."

"Visitors enter at their own risk."

Still, she pressed foward even if the signs did make her feel wary. Her puls seemed to speed up as well as (y/n) felt her heart beat faster then before as an odd sense of paranoia came over her. The only thing keeping her from completely turning away was the happy chirping of the birds as she pressed fowards. She now stood in front of the lake, a few bushes and trees slightly covering her view. The whimpers became louder and louder until (y/n) finally found the source - it was a wounded puppy. Kneeling down, (y/n) gently pressed her hand against the puppie's head as it continued to whimper, the fresh blood tainting the puppies soft fur. (y/n) couldn't help but to coo at the little creature as she held it gently in her arms, cuddling it and just trying to make it feel a bit better. The puppies back legs were scratched up completely which rendered him imobile. The poor puppy was shaking the entire time as its big brown eyes looked in to (y/n)'s worried ones. The puppy flinched suddenly which startled (y/n), causing her to accidentally drop him.

"Sh, shh, it's okay sweetie, I won't hurt you..."

She kept her voice quiet and gentle but the puppy bearly seemed to take notice as its attention was no longer on (y/n), but it instead on the river in front of them. At that moment, (y/n) noticed something alarming - the sky was no longer clear as grey and stormly clouds covered the sun and everything around her was silent.

Everything.

No birds could be heard, no crickets, no nothing. The air suddenly felt a tad bit thicker as (y/n) stared down the body of water in front of her, someting deep within it catching her attention. There was an odd looking rock in the middle of the river and (y/n) stared at it intently, not daring to blink. The puppies whines suddenly increased in volume as its small paws lightly scratched (y/n)'s knees, causing her to lose focus and comfort the puppy once more. Taking the puppy gently in her arms (y/n) got up back on her feet. Looking back at the river once more (y/n) had noticed a startling detail.

The rock was somehow... bigger now.

She finally got a better look at it and realized that rock could not be a rock. The colour was just off, everything about it was just off. She dared not to move from her spot as she finally saw it with her own two eyes - whatever that thing was it was swimming closer to her. She stood there, frozen in place as her (e/c) eyes widened in shock. With shaky hands she tightly held the puppy, its fur providing a sense of comfort in this situation even if it was miniscule. The thing though or whatever the Hell it was came to a halt as it stopped moving and once again froze in its place, the ripples in the mirror giving away its position. Slowly but surely, the creature raised its head from the water revealing a pair of unearthly eyes. They glowed intently, eagerly even as the creature stopped moving entirely, waiting for the silly human in front of him to make the first move.

It felt like an entire eternity had passed until (y/n) decided to actually do something rather then to just stare at this... thing. The silence that surrounded her was sickening, it felt as though Death itself decided to stop by and just take away all of the life in this little area.

"...who are you?" the (h/c)ette shouted with a shaky voice.

The creature was not human, it couldn't be, but it did seem to posess some sort of intelligence as its strange ears perked up... but the only response she got was a half visible grin, the sharp pearly whites nearly invisible to the naked eye. Tilting its head to the side, the creature said nothing as it slowly but swiftly swam to the docks, vanishing out of (y/n)'s sight. A low and misty fog was kicking in, giving the already unsettling atmosphere a even creepier vibe. (y/n) wanted nothing to do with this, everything about this was just screaming danger. Just when (y/n) was thinking of turning around and bolting straight out of there, the tiny puppy squeezed out of her grasp and made its way towards the wodden docks, a small trail of blood following it closely behind. Letting out a horrified gasp (y/n) ran after the small creature and just before it could step on the wodden platform (y/n) yanked up the puppy and it was once more in her arms. A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead she tried to steady her ragged breath once more, the ever growing paranoia only growing deeper within her. At that exact moment, (y/n) swore with her entire life that the only source of any sort of sound was her heartbeat. The river in front of her was steady and the fauna that surrounded her not too long ago simply faded in to obscurity.

Out of nowhere though, the unfathomable happened.

The old wodden docks in front of her shattered as a hand sprung up from beneath, its long, slmey fingers clawing deeply in to (y/n)'s soft skin. Her screams echoed loudly through the air as raw, primal fear filled her heart, her own fingers scratching and fighting against the pressure that was put on to her. The more she seemed to fight it though the stronger the grip came, so much so that (y/n)'s skin started to turn purple and pieces of her clothing and flesh were stuck on to the creatures fingers, a clear sign that it wasn't planning of letting go any time soon. Large and salty tears ran down her cheeks as the creature tried to push her in the water but she fought it with all her might, just bearly standing her ground. Small chunks of flesh clung on to its claws as (y/n) bearly tore out of the things grip, a part of her shirt torn off as well. She gained her composure and immediately bolted out of there, not daring to look back at the monster that tried to attack her.

A few quiet moments had passed until the sea creture rose up from the water, its different coloured eyes scanning the area for the human it just encounterd. Staring down at the tiny mauled corpse in his hand, the merman licked it, savoring the odd taste of its blood. Cluthing the puppies corpse, it sniffed the material he tore off the human female and he couldn't help but to admire the sweet scent as it was something unlike he had even seen or felt before. He dove down bavk in to the water and swam quickly to the little cave he and his brother called home as they settled on this planet.

Reaching the cave he called out to his brother, excitement clear in his voice as he presented him the puppy and the piece of cloth. His twin brother was working on something but he turned his head and was very delighted to see what was presented to him.

"Good timing Floyd, we were running out of hair anyway."

Floyd smiled at Jade's statement as he clutched the cloth in his hands and pressed it to his nose, urging his brother to do the same. Before he could though, Floyd broke in to a violent coughing fit and his brother joined him soon enough. Neither one of them was feeling well these past few months but Jade was finally able to deduct the reason why.

"The ecosystem on this planet is different then on our own, this includes Earth's waters as well. We have both been feeling ill recently because we are currently in what humans would call a river, fresh water, unlike the salty water which we grew up in."

Floyd made a little "ooo" sound as he swam towards the big caldron, the elixir inside of it bubbling up greatly. A curious shine glinted in Floyd's eyes as he stared at the liquid in front him.

"Jade, when will this elixir be done? I found this really interesting human earlier but she ran away before I was able to play with her...~ "

He looked down on his fingers, a dreamy look in his eyes as he gleefully licked off the crimson blood of his fingers, pure joy coursing through his veins as he let out a satisfied hum, the taste of fresh human blood something he had never tasted before and yet it was the most divine thing Floyd’s taste buds had ever tasted before. But this human he encountered just now, her blood was just on a whole other level. He hunted before, heck he even caught some careless humans before her, but this one, this one was just special. The fear in her eyes when he grabbed her hand in to his own and the way she recoiled back from him and just ran away was just one of the cutest things Floyd had ever seen! She was also just so soft and tiny compared to him... He knew he could break her, he just knew.

Looking at his brother Jade laughed and patted him on the back, reassuring him that the elixir to turn them human would be ready soon.

But not soon enough.

Floyd and patience never mixed well and seeing just how curious Floyd was of the human world, Jade feared that his brother might do something even more drastic then before. The attack on the previous humans was justified because they attacked the duo first but things were getting out of hand... Jade really needed to hurry up and pacify his dear brother fast, really fast.

And then, the most genius idea came to Jade.

Smirking to himself, he took the corpse of the mutilated puppy in to his own and carefully started to remove its fur. Fur was hair, right? And it would make for a decent substitute for human hair. Breaking out of his daydream, Floyd gave his brother a confused look as he crossed his arms and pouted. Sharp teeth glimered like pearls beneath the dim cave lighting as Jade smirked.

"Floyd, I have good news, very good news..~ " he mused darkly. Jade’s smirk grew in size as he curtly replied:

"In less then 24 hours Floyd, you and I shall finally walk on dry land...~ Oh, and if you want to track down the human you encountered earlier I recommend you take that piece of cloth up to the shore because othervise her scent will be lost entierly. And you wouldn’t want that to happen now, would you...~?"

As if he was on autopilot Floyd swam out of the cave and made his way up towards the shore, quickly glancing around to see if there was anyone around. As expected no one was there and swimming to a nearby rock, Floyd placed the small piece of cloth on it. It was far enough from the water to not get wet again but still close enough for him to reach. He couldn't contain himself any longer as he cackled joyfully, raw, dangerous excitement clearly evident in his voice as his eyes triled over at the path in front of him. Before swimming back down to his brother, Floyd sniffed the cloth one more time, smiling as the sweet scent filled his senses even if it was kind of light

"I'm coming for you shrimpy... You and I are going to have SO MUCH FUN~!"

♡♡♡

A few days had passed ever since that incident on the lake and (y/n) didn't dare step foot out of her house ever since. She was still recovering from that attack, the face of that thing engraved deeply in her psyche, causing her to lose hours of precious sleep. Whenever she would close her eyes she was always greeted by those eyes, those dangerous eyes that never failed to send a chill up her spine. She still remembers hoe easily her flesh was torn off her arm, she still rememberd the puppies pitiful cries as it got dragged down underwater, never to be seen again.

Those rumors really weren't just rumors now, weren't they?

Hey were driving you insane as more and more theories were made and evidence was collected from these creatures. The world's seas had been completely abandoned by humanity these past few months and the death count was slowly shrinking down. Even so, poor (y/n) just wanted to stay locked up in her room where she was far away from any body of water. Alas, her wish simply could not be granted as her mother forced her to go the store to pick up a few things and it was just an excuse for the girl to just get some sunlight. Not really having much of a choice, she took her bag, put on her shoes and walked out the door, a sad pout on her lips. She walked along the pavement quickly, her (e/c) eyes glued on the ground beneath her as she fidgeted with her arms, the bandaged one especially. There was more chatter then usual today as people were slowly coming back out of their homes and shops were once again being opened, albeit in a slower pace then usual. She kept trying to calm herself down with the thought of all of this being over soon and that she could just run off back to her room the moment she walked out of the store...

But fate had other plans for her.

Out of nowhere, (y/n) felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and she came to a screeching halt, her feet frozen from the surprise. She turned her head and saw two young men standing in front of her, both of whom were around her age and were wearing business like attire... They stuck out like sore thumbs but neither one of them seemed to care. They were identical twins but the way the carried themselves just made it easy to tell them apart. The one who tapped her shoulder seemed to be much more calm and gentle as a small but welcoming smile was on his face. His brother though was the exact opposite - his eyes were wild and they were gleaming with excitement. His posture was much more relaxed but his gaze felt like knives, sharp, dangerous and far too close for comfort.

"Excuse us Miss, but we are new in town and we seemed to have gotten ourselves lost. Could you please direct us to any nearby market of sorts? My brother and I are just starving...~"

His smooth tone nearly enchanted (y/n) in to obedience but she kept her mouth shut. Something about these two felt incredibly off and her gut was screaming at her to get the Hell out of there. Sensing that she wasn't going to reply the two brothers chuckled and Jade spoke once more:

"My, my, have we surprised you? You seem to be having quite shock of the heart, aren't you my dear...?"

His voice trailed off gently at the end but the moment he spoke up, (y/n) wanted to... no, had to speak up. It felt like her body was no longer her own, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't seem to speak up.

"Now, now dear, don't rush yourself... But, now that we're here why don't you tell us something about yourself, hm?"

Chuckling, Floyd continued: "We are really lonely now you know... No friends or allies to help us...~"

Without warning, he eagerly took (y/n)'s bandaged hand and carefully placed it on his lips. A dark blush erupted on her cheeks as Floyd gave the girl a toothy grin, feeling very pleased with the sight before him.

"My name is Floyd, and this right here is my brother, Jade. It's nice to officially meet you, deary little shrimp ~"

As Floyd spoke (y/n) could feel his sharp teeth grazing her wounded skin, his tounge ever so close to the tips of her fingers. She felt as though someone cast a spell on her and she just started saying things she didn't even know she was saying... The trio stood there for quite a while, just chatting. It was a pleasant afternoon for the twins but (y/n) could not say the same. Some questions they asked her were just flat out bizzare and the way in which Floyd stared at her made her feel like he was going to devour her whole right there and then... If her mother hadn't called her to see what was taking her so long (y/n) would have probably stayed there for the rest of the day. The moment she saw an opening to leave she took it and left, just waving the twins goodbye. She pretty much ran away from them, not really caring how weird it might have looked.

"Fufufu, I could just eat that little shrimp in a matter of seconds... Ah, you can still smell her fear... How cute ~ " said Floyd with a cheerful undertone. Jade sadly had to cut him off though.

"Floyd be careful, you came off too strong on that human. Next time when you see her please try to act more polite."

A devious grin made its way on to Floyd's face as he stared off in to the distance, the scent of his darling still lingering in the air.

"I will Jade, I will~!"

♡♡♡

Suddenly walking on a pair of legs was quite a hassle but Jade and Floyd managed to get the hang of it, even if it was just bearly. As Jade colected more information about the humans, Floyd busied himself with his newest and dearest hobby yet - (y/n). ♡

Following her around was a bit of a challenge from time to time but much to Floyd's luck she bearly left her house. In such a short span of time Floyd had learned so much about (y/n) and just humans in general by watching her from a distance... Floyd couldn't help but admire the beauty of the female figure as he daydreamed how he could sink his sharp teeth in (y/n)'s thighs, causing them to drop that sweet and addicting liquid Floyd could never get enough of. But Floyd wasn't just satisfied with watching (y/n), it just wasn't good enough for him anymore.... He wanted to be a part of her life, he wanted to be near her and touch her, he wanted to find out all of her weak spots and use them against her. He wanted to crush her in his deadly grip and he wanted to hear her cute little gasps and moans as he kissed her lips hungrily. He could just imagine her taste and it was driving him crazy.

Floyd became a lot more bold with his advances towards (y/n) as he would accidentally bump in to her in places he knew she would go to. He would always tease her about literally everything and his day was never complete until she turned cherry red from his comments. His lips would lightly graze against her earlobe each and every time Floyd would sneak up behind her, his teeth always threatening her to bite down in case she did something he did not approve of. But even then, this still wasn't enough.

Floyd was so sad once he learned that humans weren't able to breathe underwater and he cursed all the stars in the sky for having that one stupid organ that prevented him from just taking (y/n) with him - lungs. Oh dear God, he loathed those things. Floyd wanted to take (y/n) back on his home planet, to show off the place he grew up with and to just be with her, far away from all of these other annoyances. They could have so mhch fun together...! But all of that would mean nothing if his beloved could not breathe under water. He needed a plan, he needed a plan right now, right this instant! His mind wandered back towards the elixir his brother made to turn the two of them in to humans and Floyd wondered - can he reverse it and turn (y/n) in to a sea creature?

...

Looks like it was time to find out~

♡♡♡

A few months had passed and (y/n) still wasn't used to the strange twins following her around. Whenever she would try to ask them where they were from of how they entered the town since traveling was banned, they'd just brush her off with those carefree smiles of theirs.

Jade was at least somewhat tolerable but Floyd was just... impossible to read. One second he was all happy and cheery but one wrong word could turn him in to a completely different person which was already disturbing on its own, but combine that with his physical strength... Floyd really was a force to be reckoned with.

And (y/n) wanted no part in it.

She did her best to keep to herself, to not tell him anything but she would always cave in. She just wanted some peace and quiet and thisnight was going to be pitch perfect for her. Her parents were out buying some groceries and considering just how long the lines were now, they would be gone for at least two to three hours. It was the perfect time for (y/n) to take a nice, long, hot shower before going to bed and watch a movie. Just a stress free, relaxing evening, nothing more, nothing less.

Stepping in to the bathtub, (y/n) closed the shower curtain and turned on the water, its hot droplets drizzling down (y/n)'s skin as she sighed contently. But as soon as her satisfaction came it vanished in an instant as a putrid smell invaded her senses, the previously calm atmosphere shifting in to a much more grizzly one. Her eyes shot open and looked at the liquid that was running through the shower head and saw that it was red... And there were clumps hair sticking to the drainer beneath her...

How the Hell did she not see this earlier?!

(y/n) let out a blood curdling scream as she felt a presence behind her, it's large shadow engulfing the girl as she just wanted to shrink down and hide.

"I know you're there, shrimpy. I have a little gift for you...~"

Floyd?! Fucking Floyd?! What was he doing here? How did he get inside of the house, everything was locked!! Cold panic washed over (y/n) like a tidal wave and without thinking she tripped in the tup, water splashing everywhere. Floyd tore the curtain away as he stared down at the girl, a predatory grin on his face. His pointy pearly whites were covered in crimson as his hands reached out towards the girl as he held a small flask in his hands. He creeped up closer and closer until (y/n) finally noticed his arms. Thry were teal and scaly and she screamed so loudly that her lungs felt like they were on fire. Floyd then suddenly shoved a small nearby towel in her mouth, silencing her successfully as he held a finger up to his lips, his grin never once leaving him. Suddenly, he brought the liquid to his own lips and drank it but he didn't swallow it. He inched his face closer towards (y/n)'s as he pressed one of his arms on (y/n)'s delicate neck, lightly squeezing it as a warning. In a flash he removed the towel from her mouth and pressed his lips against her own, forcing the liquid down her throat. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't even breathe as Floyd brought them closer together, their bodies intermingling with eachothers. With a loud splash Floyd was in the bathtub still kissing (y/n) as the poor girl tried to ignore the disgusting liquid pouring down her throat. It felt as though someone was showing a huge chunk of salt down it as she could lighy make out the bile that was threatening to come out of her any moment now. Everything was too much for her to handle, this stench, this taste, Floyd's death grip....

She felt as though she was going to die right there, beneath Floyd.

Just before she would begin to suffocate Floyd pulled away, a string of thick saliva conecting his and (y/n)'s lips. The young girl coughed violently as Floyd toyed with her damp locks, a playful grin still evident on his face. Through her coughing fit she could bearly get a word out but she was able to say that she was calling the police or if anything, her parents. Floyd smirked at her response as he picked up the clumps of hair and dangled it above her head.

"It's funny how humans fail to recognise their own kin once you strip all of that soft flesh away... Not gonna lie though, it was fun!"

That was it. That was the final blow, the final blow to the gut. The girl whimpered and cried like a wounded animal as Floyd cradled her in his arms, his human form slowly shifting from his human one to his orginal. His tail was too large for the bathtub but he paid no mind to it as he licked (y/n)'s neck, feeking the subtle but rough changes on her neck.

Even now, she still didn't know what Floyd was... But it didn't evdn matter anymore. She knew at that moment she was being dragged in to Hell by this monster and that no amount of fighting, kicking, crying and screaming could help her. The only thing she could do was succumb to the creeping darkness as Floyd dipped her body in the water, his lips once again on her own.

He finally caught his dear little shrimp.

Tags: @toilettebound, @lunarvy, @pumpkiethepie, @tswtstrash

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lemonpepperhawks · 5 years ago

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Castaways

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: After a freak storm, you find yourself shipwrecked on a deserted island with Pro Hero, Keigo Takami. While you work hard to get rescued, you realize too late that all may not be as it seems.

Themes/Warnings: Smut; Yandere!Hawks; Noncon; Bit of a slow burn; This is my first time writing smut so I can’t guarantee it will be good, but I like to think I can at least tell a good story lol

It was a beautiful day to be on the water. The weather report said there would be rain, but the only clouds you could see were far off on the horizon. You stretched out on the bow of the boat, letting the warm sun soak into your pores.

You closed your eyes, reflecting for a moment. At first you had thought a private boat ride was a bit... much, for a first date. But being here in the moment, you couldn’t have had a care in the world if you’d tried. You felt utterly at ease, with the caress of the sun above and the gentle rock of the waves below.

“Order up,” came a voice beside you.

You opened your eyes to see your date, Keigo, standing above you with a drink in each hand. One large wing stretched out behind him, blocking the sun so you didn’t have to squint. He passed you a glass and took a seat on the bow beside you. Lounging side by side, you both sipped your drinks and looked out over the ocean.

“You know,” you began, “I thought you were a little crazy when you asked me out here. On a boat, in the middle of nowhere.” You chuckled. “But I’m really glad I came.”

“Bet you’re also glad I’m not secretly an axe murderer,” Keigo joked, tossing back the rest of his drink. “Refill?”

You looked down at your own almost-empty drink and shook your head. You were feeling unusually drowsy from the combination of alcohol and warm sunshine, and what you honestly wanted was a nice nap.

Somehow, Keigo seemed to pick up on this and scooted closer to you, twisting his finger through a strand of your hair.

“You look so peaceful,” He mused. “You can go to sleep if you want.” “Noooo,” you protested weakly, a small smile on your lips. “I don’t want to fall asleep on you during our first date. I really am having a good time.”

Keigo let out a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, you falling asleep on me would fulfill... several fantasies. And don’t worry, I’ll protect ya from any sharks.”

With this, he swept you into his arms and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. Normally, this would be far from anything you’d do on a first date - but your head felt so heavy, and the combination of rocking waves and the soft, soothing rhythm of his heartbeat had you falling asleep in seconds, smile still spread across your lips.

☙

You awoke suddenly. You had no idea how much time had passed, but you were immediately aware that several things had changed. First, you were no longer out on the bow of the boat. Instead, you lay inside the boat’s cabin with a towel wrapped around your shoulders. Secondly, you noticed that your hair was damp and dripping onto the planks below you. And finally you found the reason for all this: there was a storm raging outside.

“Oh!” shouted Keigo, noticing you wake. “I’m sorry, I had to move us inside. This storm sprung up so suddenly; there wasn’t even a cloud and then-”

“Keigo?” you muttered. Your body felt heavy and groggy as you came out of your sleep. You still weren’t alert enough to comprehend what was happening.

“Don’t worry,” assured Keigo. He turned around from his place at the ship’s wheel to face you with a smile, the same easygoing one he always seemed to have. “Lucky for you, I am a master of not only land and air, but also sea. We’re perfectly-”

A loud thud shook the boat as something hit the left window, hard.

“-safe.”

That noise had finished waking you up, and now you were on your feet, stumbling as the boat rocked violently. You made your way over to Keigo at the helm, tripping over your own two feet like a drunk, and gripped onto one of his arms for support. Looking out the windshield, you could see the full force of the squall. Wind slammed the rain back and forth like a whip, severely limiting visibility. You looked up at Keigo, who was focused straight ahead, his eyes seeming to try to pierce through the storm.

“Look, there!” he exclaimed. “There’s an island ahead and to the right.”

You squinted, but couldn’t see anything yourself.

“Should I steer us over?”

“I think so,” you agreed. The boat seemed sturdy, but it was small. Just a simple vessel meant for trips of no more than a day or two of light sailing. You didn’t like the thought of being out on the open water during a heavy storm like this.

Without another word, Keigo steered the boat in the direction of the island. The motor sputtered, but stayed running. Slowly, you became able to see the outlines of cliffs and trees through the downpour. There didn’t seem to be any dock, so you guessed this was going to be a beach landing and hoped Keigo knew what he was doing.

Suddenly, a huge shudder went through the boat, knocking you off your feet. Without taking his eyes off the storm, Keigo reached out and caught you with one of his strong wings.

“Hold on,” he commanded steadily, tucking you closer to him.

With terror, you realized that your feet were getting wet. Water was starting to seep into the cabin. You looked back to see a large hole in the boat’s hull, and were about to tell Keigo when another spasm rocked the boat. This time even Keigo lost his footing for a moment.

“Rocks,” he explained quickly. “We’re hitting the rocks.”

His voice was calm, but looking up you could see a hint of panic in his eyes. The wind was whipping furiously, and it felt like the boat might capsize at any moment. The shore was tantalizingly close, but you felt in danger of being swept away before you could reach its safety.

Keigo took his eyes away from the storm for a second, to look at you reassuringly. He gave you a smile and opened his mouth to say something, almost shouting against the sound of the wind.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fi-”

And then, all at once, there was a crash, a jolt, and you felt yourself and Keigo being thrown through the windshield and into darkness.

☙

You found yourself waking up again, this time on the soft sand of a beach. The sky was dark, but clear - thank goodness. Looking to your left, you saw a small campfire, and beyond it, Keigo.

“Good evening, sleepyhead,” he said lightly. “Had me worried for a bit.”

You looked down at yourself, making sure you were all in one piece. Amazingly, there was not a scratch on you. Your muscles were a bit sore, but that was it. Nothing hurt, nothing bled.

Looking back at Keigo, you noticed that the same could not be said about him. He was covered in bruises on his arms and legs, and he had a cut running across one of his cheeks that was still freely bleeding.

He must have noticed your look of surprise, because he said, “Don’t worry, I was just about to clean myself up.” He patted a first aid kit at his feet. “Just wanted to make sure we had some warmth first. It’s getting to be night.”

He looked up and out over the sea, and you followed his gaze to marvel at the stars. You had never seen so many. Being far away from any light pollution, the sky looked like a swirling, winding map of light. And there were so many colors in the sky; it was unbelievable. Casting your gaze downward, you landed on the washed-up wreckage of the ship. It was a miracle that it looked to be mostly in one piece.

“Keigo, what happened?”

“Well,” he said, rummaging through the first aid kit. “I’m sure you noticed the storm.”

Even in a situation like this, he was lighthearted and joking. Part of you found it a little appalling, but part of you wished you could be more like him - more able to quell the rising panic in your chest.

“It really did come out of nowhere,” he continued. “Never seen anything like it. And it was gone just as soon as it came.”

It was both alarming and astonishing that such a short storm could cause so much destruction. You stared numbly into the campfire as he went on.

“Luckily you’re safe, and that’s what matters.”

You looked up, and Keigo was staring back at you intently. You could tell he meant it. Even though his own body was battered, it was more important to him that you were safe. You supposed that was part of what being a Pro Hero was all about, but it still sent a shiver down your spine to think that he cared for you that deeply, even if only in a professional capacity. He returned his attention to his injuries, dabbing something on his scraped arms. You moved over to help.

“Thanks,” he laughed. “I’ve had worse, but it never hurts to have a pretty girl taking care of ya.”

He winked. Okay, maybe the care and concern extended a little beyond professionalism.

“Anyway, I took stock of the boat while you were knocked out,” he resumed. “And we have enough supplies to last a few weeks. Which is good, since it looks like we may not be going anywhere soon.”

“Wait, a few weeks?” you interrupted. “Can’t you just, like, fly us out of here?”

“Well, about that...” Keigo mumbled as he turned his back to you.

Where once there had been two brilliant red wings, now there were little more than stubs with feathers protruding from his back.

“It was a pretty rough landing,” he explained. “A lot of my feathers were torn off and swept away while we were in the water. And on top of that, most got mangled anyway when we were thrown out the window. Honestly, I probably couldn’t even get myself off the ground right now.”

At this point, Keigo looked to you and noticed that you were on the verge of tears.

“Hey, don’t worry though.” He took your hand and clasped his fingers around it tightly. “I promise, I’ll take care of you here. You’ll always be safe with me.” You looked up into his soft, golden eyes. His smile beamed back at you as he opened his mouth to add:

“And hey, what a first date this has turned out to be!”

☙

It undoubtedly was turning out to be quite the “first date.” It only took a few days until you had somewhat settled into a routine. There was a lot of free time, but it allowed you and Keigo to get to know each other and work on projects to make your lives easier on the island.

Keigo had insisted on making identical shelters for the two of you, side-by-side.

“So I can keep a better eye on you,” he explained cheerfully.

At first he had wanted the two of you to share a single lean-to and bed of leaves, but you insisted that you were more comfortable being at least a little ways apart, and eventually he relented.

“I get it,” he teased, “not ‘that kind of girl.’ But you know I just want to look out for you, chickadee.”

What exactly there was to look out for, you weren’t sure. You had both circled the island several times - it wasn’t that large, and could be walked in a few hours - and the place was completely deserted. Your only fellow inhabitants were a large population of wild chickens, much to Keigo’s delight. Every morning before you woke, he would wander off into one of the more forested areas. And by the time you were awake, he would be wandering back with fresh meat. You didn’t particularly like thinking about where it came from, but you were grateful for the food.

And chickens weren’t all the island had to offer. There were also delicious fruits and wild carrots, which you had stumbled on while clearing some weeds from around your campsite. There was even a spring of fresh water only a ten minute walk from the beach. It was almost the perfect island to be stranded on. And all of this, along with the nonperishable food from the boat, ensured that you were both well fed and hydrated.

Once, you had asked Keigo about the food. Why there was so much on board for just a day trip. He shrugged.

“Better to be prepared and not need it than to need it and not be prepared.”

☙

While there were certainly worse people to be stranded with than your handsome date, you were still looking forward to being rescued. The whole situation was overwhelming, and, although Keigo was doing a great job at playing survivalist and keeping you warm and fed, it made you uncomfortable to be in such a committed situation with someone you had only been on one date with.

Granted, the one date had now turned into a two-week-long stay on a deserted island, but nonetheless you were hoping to get back to civilization so that the two of you could pursue a more normal, less stressful and intense relationship.

Keigo himself seemed unaffected by stress as far as you could see. The first morning on the island, you had asked him how long it would take for his wings to grow back.

“Last time I got this beat up?” he considered. “It took a few months.”

That was not the answer you had been hoping to hear, but it did inspire you to branch out and think of other creative ways to speed up your rescue.

The first thought was obviously your cell phone. However, one look at the glitching screen told you that your phone had been destroyed by the impromptu swim during your arrival. Keigo’s was the same way.

You then turned your attention to making a good old fashioned “SOS” sign out of rocks, which Keigo helped with. You didn’t have much hope for it - you had seen no planes or other boats since being marooned, and you didn’t even have an idea of where the island was in relation to any populated areas.

“Won’t people start looking for you?” you asked Keigo hopefully as you both worked on the sign.

“Eventually,” Keigo agreed. “But honestly, my friends are used to me disappearing on missions without notice. It could be awhile before they realize something is up.”

You, unfortunately, were the same way. A loner. No close friends who would be suspicious of you dropping off the face of the Earth for a few weeks. Of course your presence would be missed at work, but of course you hadn’t told anyone at the office that you would be on a boat,in the middle of nowhere, with the No. 2 Pro Hero for fear of the gossip that would spread. They wouldn’t even know where to start looking for you.

The two of you really might as well have fallen off the face of the Earth.

A few days after the completion of your SOS sign, you had an epiphany. The body of the ship was still on the beach, and ships had radios. Even small ones like this. The ship itself might be beyond repair, but the radio could still be functional. You sifted through the rubble to get to the cabin, which was surprisingly intact.

Keigo wandered up behind you as you went over to the radio. It was rare for you two not to be in each others’ line of sight these days.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“I just remembered, we can use the radio to get out of here!” you responded excitedly.

Keigo said nothing. You flicked on the radio and were delighted to see the small green light on its casing come to life. You held the receiver up to your ear, and were greeted by silence. You flipped to another channel. Silence. And another. More silence. Your heart sinking, you went through the channels one by one, and were rewarded with nothing.

Keigo came up to put an arm around your waist. “No luck?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t understand,” you sobbed. “How can this be? The light is on; it should be working. There’s not even static!”

“Let’s not wear out the battery,” Keigo suggested, reaching past you to flick the radio off.

The green light, and your hopes of rescue, blinked out.

“Maybe I could fix it,” you mused, brightening a little.

“Maybe,” Keigo agreed, giving you a squeeze. “I think I have some tools in here somewhere.”

☙

The days drew on, and you began to feel stagnated. You hadn’t made any progress toward being rescued. Despite several weeks passing, Keigo’s wings did not look any fuller. The bruises and scar across his face had healed nicely, but his wings remained bare. You had no idea how their growth worked, but you had been hoping that by now he might be able to fly himself - even if it meant leaving you on the island alone, he could at least scout for a rescue ship during the day, or perhaps even fly back to civilization and tell them where to find you.

Keigo, however, had grown increasingly reluctant to leave your side. You supposed the isolation was getting to him and making him clingy. You were his only company after all. And besides, it was kind of cute, having an otherwise confident and laid-back man follow you around like a puppy dog. You could tell he was infatuated with you, and you couldn’t deny that you had been developing stronger feelings for him as well. It was hard not to when he spent most of the day in just his cargo shorts, sweat glistening on his muscled back.

Still, you insisted on keeping your separate sleeping arrangements. Keigo pouted about it, but seemed to understand that you weren’t ready for that yet.

Aside from your daily chores of sleeping and eating, you spent most of your time cleaning up around the campsite, playing games to pass the time - you were both pros at Rock Checkers by this point - and just talking to each other. You enjoyed hearing about all of Keigo’s exploits as a hero, and he seemed just as interested in the details of your average civilian life. You had spent so much time together at this point; it was impossible not to grow close, and maybe even a little dependent. You couldn’t blame Keigo - you liked having him around too.

Occasionally, Keigo would disappear into the dense forest during the afternoons, and you would be left with free time to work on tinkering with the radio. On one such occasion, before leaving, he gave you a playful warning.

“You stay right there while I’m gone, chickadee. You never know what big scary monster you might run into in these woods.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s just you in those woods, Keigo,” you returned, laughing.

Keigo just smirked and disappeared into the trees.

☙

Later that same afternoon, you sat hunched over the radio. Not only did Keigo have a toolbox stowed in the ship’s cabin, but the radio operation manual as well. These resources had proved to be very helpful in taking the radio apart, but not too helpful in actually getting it to work. You were beginning to grow frustrated when a voice behind you startled you.

“Hey!” called Keigo. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You turned to see his messy mop of blond hair poking through the doorway behind you.

“Come here,” he said excitedly. “I have something to show you!”

“Hang on just a minute, Keigo,” you responded. “I think I’m close to a breakthrough here. The manual says there should be a green wire right here-” you pointed to a terminal node on the radio “-but I can’t see one. It must have been knocked loose. If I can just find that, we should be able to-”

“Aw, come onnnnnn” whined Keigo. “It’s getting dark out, and you’ve been working too hard. This can wait until tomorrow. I have something I really want to show youuuu.”

You sighed. He could be immature at times, but his childlike excitement was also something that drew you. You couldn’t resist the excited light in his eyes.

“Okay,” you relented, putting your tools and loose parts away. “If you’re so eager, I guess we’d better get going.”

Practically skipping, Keigo dragged you into the woods. You had not explored much of this part of the island, seeing as it was in the opposite direction from the fresh water source. You hadn’t really had the interest or need to.

“Close your eyes,” Keigo commanded giddily.

You must have been getting close to whatever the surprise was. After a few minutes of guiding you through the trees, Keigo put his hands on your shoulders to stop you. He put something rough into your hands.

“This is a rope ladder. Climb up and I’ll let you know when you’re getting close to the top.”

You smiled a little to yourself as you started up.

“And don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you slip,” he added.

At the top, Keigo made you keep your eyes closed until he could scramble up to join you. You had expected to be in a tree, but beneath your feet it felt like solid ground. You guessed that this, whatever this was, was what Keigo had been working on during the times he disappeared into the woods.

“Okay,” said Keigo, a little out of breath as he came up behind you. “Go ahead and open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes and gasped as Keigo wrapped his arms around you. You were in the trees, their leaves surrounding you on all sides. Actually, you realized, you were between several trees, standing on a firm platform of vines and leaves suspended within their branches. The trunk of one rose up through the center of the floor like a giant column. Peering beyond it, you had a magnificent view of the ocean and sky, where the sunset was just disappearing, giving way to night.

“You like it, baby?” Keigo whispered in your ear. “I built this just for us.”

“It’s - wow it’s - definitely impressive,” you stuttered.

You had the sudden and overwhelming feeling that you were perched in a nest. A nest belonging to a very large, very strong bird.

Keigo nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“I know you’ve been feeling shy, chickadee, so I wanted to make our first time extra special.”

“You wha-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Keigo spun you around and planted a kiss on your lips, silencing them. One hand was in your hair and the other around your waist, pressing you fully against him. His mouth moved with desperation, trying to force yours to open further.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” Keigo panted, lowering you both to the floor. “And I know you have too. I see the way you look at me, baby.”

Keigo’s own eyes blazed with hunger, his smile beaming above you. In the dying light, his skin seemed to glow, taking on an unearthly sheen. You were speechless, and unsure of what to say even if you could find your voice.

Keigo started to lift your tattered shirt, and that snapped you back to reality.

“Please, wait,” you begged, grabbing at his hands.

“You don’t need to be shy anymore,” Keigo insisted, pushing away your hands. He reached beneath your shirt to squeeze one of your breasts. “I love you and I’m going to take care of you. Always. Please, please just let me make you feel good!”

“Keigo, STOP!” you demanded.

He stopped, and pulled his hands away from you slightly.

“Keigo, I- you’ve been so nice to me,” you started. “But I’m sorry, I’m just not ready for this. This is all so intense and I- I just want to go home so we can have a normal relationship instead of being stuck on a fucking deserted island!”

Keigo backed off from you, looking hurt and dejected. You were almost in tears, and your voice hitched as you spoke.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “I think… maybe it would be best if you slept here tonight and I went back to the campsite.”

Keigo made no response. Unsure of yourself, you stood up and made your way over to the rope ladder. His silence persisted as you lowered yourself down and started back in the direction of the campsite.

☙

Eventually, you found your way back to camp. It was fully dark by the time you reached the side-by-side lean-tos, and you flopped down in one of them, eyes blurred from crying.

You didn’t know what had happened back there. Keigo had been nothing but sweet and generous throughout all of this. Even his treehouse, while a bit presumptuous and misguided, was a sweet testament to his feelings for you. You just weren’t prepared for how fast things were moving.

Maybe you had overreacted. It was too dark at this point to try and find your way back to Keigo, but in the morning you would find him and explain things. That you had feelings for him, but wanted to focus on getting out of here before pursuing anything more.

You leaned back and closed your eyes. You had half expected Keigo to follow you, but it seemed he hadn’t and was going to spend the night apart as you requested. Uneasily, you drifted to sleep.

☙

You were prodded awake in the middle of the night by a stabbing sensation in your shoulder. Groggily, you propped yourself up and felt behind you for whatever loose twig was the culprit. As you did, you realized with some amusement that you had fallen asleep on Keigo’s bed. He always took the left lean-to and you took the right. It had become a sort of unspoken rule, like a couple who each has “their side” of the bed.

You felt a pang of regret thinking this. If only Keigo hadn’t come on so strong. The truth was that you did want what he wanted. You wanted to be with him. But the stress of your situation and the intensity with which he tried to seduce you had been too much. You hoped you could work things out in the morning.

“Such an idiot,” you muttered. “Hope I didn’t ruin our chances for good.”

Finally, your fingers located the thing that had been poking you. It was oddly smooth, and, as you saw lifting it out of the pile of bedding, not a twig at all.

You held it up to the moonlight in disbelief: a little green wire.

Your stomach dropped. Swiftly and silently, you stalked toward the wrecked ship, needing to be sure. By the light of the moon, you quietly opened the casing of the radio, found the node with the missing connection, and slipped the green wire in. It reached perfectly to the node on the other side.

You tried not to let the panic set in. But something was very wrong. You felt the need to get out of there, away from the confined space of the ship.

Tumbling into open air, you began to pace on the wet sand, away from the boat and the campsite. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. Why would Keigo keep that wire from you? Why would he have it in the first place? The answer was obvious, but you didn’t want to believe it. You had been walking aimlessly for at least ten minutes, frightened and confused.

Suddenly, your foot hit something sharp in the sand.

☙

You fell to your hands and knees on the beach, and immediately scrambled around to see what had pricked you. There was a sharp point sticking out from the packed sand, and you dug around to reveal the object.

It was a feather.

Brilliantly red even in the glow of night, and far too big to belong to any normal bird. Tears welled up in your eyes. You continued to dig and uncovered another, then another. Soon you had unearthed a pit filled with the things.

“Enjoying your night without me, chickadee?”

One of the feathers zipped past you, toward the sound of the voice.

Trembling, you turned to face him as plumes of feathers swirled around you. One by one, they found their way to Keigo, and his wings began to reconstruct themselves in front of your eyes. Keigo’s hands were stuffed in his pockets as he looked down on you.

“Glad I don’t have to keep secrets anymore,” he said flatly. “I was really beginning to miss having these.”

His wings were stretched out to their full length, making his presence impossible to ignore and extremely intimidating. He relaxed them slightly and sighed.

“Keigo, you- you knew this whole time,” you spat. “The radio, the feathers, the food - this whole island!”

The man in front of you said nothing.

“Why?” you asked weakly. “Why would you do this?”

“What? Is it so bad to want some time with you?” Keigo shot back suddenly. “I told you, you had nothing to worry about. I love you. I can take care of you here.”

With this, he flew toward you at frightening speed. Before you had time to attempt an escape, he was on top of you. Pressing you down into the wet sand with the full weight of his body.

“Why can’t you just be appreciative? I did all this for you. Just to be with you!”

“You could have killed me!�� you screamed into his face. “You weren’t keeping me safe! You could have killed me!”

At your words, Keigo’s expression darkened drastically. He was frowning at you, and you had never seen him like that before. No, not just frowning, but scowling.

Your shirt was torn off before you could even register what was happening.

“You said it yourself,” remarked Keigo, towering above you as he kept you pinned with his legs. A smile was creeping back on his lips. “I’ve been so nice to you. But I think I’ve been too nice. I think it’s time for me to take what I want.”

Keigo grabbed at the rest of your clothes and dragged them off of you, leaving you exposed beneath him. Then he undid his own pants and let himself spring free.

Slowly, all while looking down at his captive, Keigo used a hand to pump his throbbing cock. Reaching, he took one of your hands and wrapped it around his length, holding it there as he leaned down to bring his face right against yours.

“This is exactly what you want, you little tease,” he whispered harshly. With his other hand, he plunged two fingers inside you, feeling as your walls became slick and clenched around him. “I know you do.”

Smiling wide, Keigo straightened up. With his hands, he pushed your arms to either side of your head and pressed them against the sand. With his tongue, he trailed up and along your body from hip to breast, making you squirm. He was marking you as his, showing that he owned and could do whatever he wanted with you.

“Keigo, stop!” you cried once again, trying to look anywhere but up at him.

“No,” he growled. “This time, I won’t.”

He slammed his cock straight into your core, making you cry out in shock and pain.

“Quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us!” Keigo taunted.

He thrust into you again, this time only eliciting a whimper. Keigo’s own unrestrained grunts and moans mixed with the sound of the waves against the beach as he continued at his frantic pace. After a few minutes, he regained his composure and looked down, where you were trying to shrink into the sand beneath him.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Keigo crooned. “You know I really do love you, and I promised I’d make you feel good, too.”

Using a wing to continue holding your arm in place, Keigo brought one of his hands up to his mouth and gave two fingers a scandalous lick. He never stopped looking down at you as he did so, an amused little look flashing across his face as you shivered at the sight. He brought the hand down between your legs, and began to rub slow circles around your clit, his saliva mixing with the wetness that already coated you. Involuntarily, you let out a moan.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he coaxed. He began to pump his cock in and out of you again, slowly this time. “Show me how much you want this.”

Not letting up, Keigo leaned down to use his mouth on you as well, biting and licking at your collar bones. He picked up his pace steadily. Your hands remained pinned, and all you could do was writhe under the onslaught of his touch.

His fingers were rough, and they grazed your clit relentlessly, sending shocks up your sides. You could feel a coil winding deep in your stomach, and despite yourself, you were desperate for a release. Keigo could feel you tightening around him as he neared his own climax.

Forgetting the restraints, Keigo shot up and pulled you with him, continuing to pound into you while on his knees. With your hips raised in the air, Keigo kept the pressure of his fingers on your most sensitive spot, sending you past the point of no return.

As he felt your walls clenching, he growled into the night:

“Tell me who makes you feel this fucking good!”

“K-Keigo!” you screamed, your body convulsing as you reached your climax.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming you both down into the sand again. “And it’s because you’re mine. All. Mine.”

At these words, you felt his cum gushing into you, making you flush from head to toe. He held his arms around you tightly as he rode out his own high, moaning in a gravelly, guttural voice.

The night was quiet for a moment, with only the sound of heavy breaths and crashing waves to echo off the beach as Keigo remained poised above you.

Finally, as his panting slowed, Keigo spoke.

“We should probably get comfortable, chickadee. It might be a long while before they find us.”

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b1ksh88p · 4 years ago

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Be Mine Chapter 3

Plot: A storm is brewing in Valentine, and you’re in the middle of it. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Harry and there’s already been a horrendous murder. With tensions high and everyone finger pointing your ex, Edmund, makes everything worse by spreading gossip. With the sting of rejection still weighing heavy on your heart you attempt to clear everything up only to make things worse.

Describing your mood as sour would be a understatement. You were numb. A grey cloud loomed over your usual cheery exterior as you went through day to day activities. Whenever someone asked if you were alright you’d chalk it up to trivial excuses. When in actuality you were torn that you’d been stupid enough to try and have a picnic with a killer. If you were sane maybe you’d tell the Sheriff and get some of his boys in uniform to smoke Harry out somehow but you had no taste for revenge. All you wanted was to move on.

But it seemed your ex had other plans. You worked in the diner, usually taking up the night shifts to rid yourself of boredom. As you were cleaning a table you overheard a couple chatting away about you of all topics. Why your name was in their mouths you didn’t know but from what you got out of it made you want to raise hellfire.

“I heard she goes down there every night to see that killer.”

“Edmund said that the sherif saw her go in with food and came out empty handed.”

“No way, maybe she’s a killer.”

There’s no way you could allow these two peons spread such outlandish babble. You’ve never killed anyone nor would you ever. The thought of murdering another made you sick to your stomach. “Edmund is a long-nosed good for nothing asshole who spends his time making up calumniations and dumping his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day for a dumb blonde with a baby voice. You two and the rest of your bubble headed friends would be fools to believe anything that comes out his mouth.” You finish with a astute turn into the back for a extensive smoke break.

If you saw Edmund or that sleazy sheriff you’d be sure to give them a piece of your mind. And speak of the devil, there he was. Your blood was replaced with boiling water as you stomped your way towards him. He was with the sherif and some other random cop you didn’t know. Both of them saw you coming and started to drift apart before you whistle and jogged towards the two snakes.

“Where we going boys? Running away from the new killer of the town?”

“Now listen Y/N I didn’t mean to start anything.” The sheriff assured.

You weren’t impressed. “You’re just the last one seen in the mines so...it makes sense.” Edmund shrugged.

“And you were the last one fucking the blonde bimbo you cheated on me with and she has crabs....so it makes sense right?” You snap back garnering a chortle from the other cop.

“It’s not my fault you’re a boring bitch who can’t get anyone to date you except for some psycho?!” He growled.

“I’m not dating anyone and I’m not a killer. Instead of gossiping like little girls how about you three go investigate and find the real killer.” You throw down the cigarette and stomp it out beneath your heel.

“We apologize if we’ve caused you any trouble Miss, we’re doing the best we can.” The Sheriff whispered.

“Keep my name out your ass licking mouths and out the fucking paper.” You demand before walking back inside the diner.

After your shift you began to walk home. The ominous glow of streetlights did little to scare you. On your way to you lovely home you stopped by the liquor store. A bit tipsy you ventured the winding fucked up roads. The quiet sounds of the night were ruined by the sounds of sirens. It had been what? 72 hours and some change since the last murder what the hell could the coppers be speeding for? Even in your mildly drunken stupor you noticed where they were heading. The mines. Sober you would’ve kept walking like any sane person but you were running on anger, worry, and rum. A mix that didn’t bode well when making good decisions.

You knew a shortcut through the trees and made haste. By the time you fought through flora and fauna two cars were already there. The sheriff and Edmund were there holding lanterns and guns. You step out from behind the trees, face bathed in red and blue lights. Softly stepping towards the shit show. “What the fuck are you two asswipes doing?!” You call out as you make your way to the entrance of the mine. Before they can stop you you’re in front of the cold entrance.

“You protecting your boyfriend again?” Edmund spat as he loaded his gun.

“You don’t have a gotdamn clue who killed those two. It takes you dumb mother fuckers months to even get close to closing a case!”

“We know he’s down there Y/N and he’s gonna fucking burn for what he did. And if you gotta burn with him so fucking be it!” He aimed the gun at you which almost made you piss yourself. You stumble back as he aims it at you. The thumping of your heart beat in your ears.

“I’m not you enemy! And neither is he!” Your words were bold but hoarse.

“That son of a bitch killed family. I don’t care what you think he’s going to die, and if I have to shoot you to get to him I fucking will!” The sheriffs attempts to calm down Edmund were futile. He had his eyes on you. They were large and red and full of rage. He looked like a rabid animal and you his prey.

“...You’re angry I get that but this is a mob attack not a lawful pick up. You have no evidence-“

“DONT GIVE ME A FUCKING LESSON IN LAW BITCH I AM THE FUCKING LAW!” He shot at the ground beneath your feet sending dirt into your eyes. The muffled scolding from the sheriff did nothing to stop your beating heart. In fact there were bigger problems.

Another shot cracked through the night sending you to the ground covering your head. The grotesque sound of choking made you gag. The Sheriff was on the ground, clambering hands grabbing at the gaping hole in his chest as he bled out. Edmund was in shock. He held the man’s dead hand with wide eyes. Perfect time to get away. You book it into the mines. It was dark and cold, even chillier with a fresh murderer on your heels. At first you didn’t hear him but a shot echoed through the caves followed by some demands for you and Harry to reveal yourselves. That wasn’t happening so you keep running, ducking into random corridors to try and throw him off your trail.

Apart of you was afraid of running into Harry. What if he was angry at you? Running into one killer to escape the other was a chance you really didn’t want to take. You’d rather wait it out and hide. Hopefully Harry would take care of Edmund and you could run away without interacting with either of them. You stop running to hide in a old mining cart that was turned over. Covering your mouth with shaking hands you listen. A heavy set of footsteps past you, Edmund more than likely. It wasn’t like Harry to be so loud. He taunted what you assumed were the shadows to face him like a real man. He didn’t really see him right? You wish you could peek but you were far to afraid you’d get your head blown off.

“So that’s what you look like. Y’know it’s crazy. You don’t look like a monster.” He cocked the gun. “Tell me how you did it. How you killed my dad you fucking monster.” He demanded.

There was no response on Harry’s end. You hear something fall to the ground and then Edmund’s smug laughter. What the hell was going on? You quietly peak from out your hiding space. The minimal lighting made the scene hard to make out but by the looks of it Harry had...given up. He had thrown his pick axe ahead of him, taken off the mask, and dropped to his knees. A gloved hand on the barrel of the gun pointing it to his head. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was he insane? Edmund goes into a end game spill about how long he’s waited to do this. How he’d pin the Sheriff’s and I’s murder on Harry and walk out the mines a hero. During this you start to crawl towards them, ready to rush him or throw a rock, anything to buy Harry time. Your chest is tight as you hold your breath. Nearing the both of them as quietly as you possibly can. Edmund cocks the gun and says something to the effect of “everyone dies, somebody should’ve take your sorry ass out long ago.” Before you hear a shot.

It hits the ceiling once you use all your might to swing Harry’s pickaxe into Edmund’s head, through his cheek. The blast was so close to Harry he fell back in pain. Edmund leans on the wall holding the left side of his face, still turned away from you. When he does look at you all the blood drains from your body. His tongue hung from the broken jaw like a salivating dog, torn flesh dangled around missing teeth, with so much flesh exposed blood spritzed out every time he moved closer to you. He couldn’t move his jaw so when he spoke it was a gurgled cacophony of rage and disbelief. You lift the pick axe once more but see him lift the shotgun and take aim. This makes you freeze like a deer in headlights. You close your eyes, bracing for impact. But to your surprise it never comes. Instead Harry had gotten up and tackled him, only problem was that he got shot.

The two men fell to the ground. Edmund kicking him off and frantically reaching into his pocket for two more shells. Without thinking you kick the gun from his hands. He tried to get up but you stomp on his chest with all the rage bottled up inside. He looks up at you with that mangled face and large eyes but mercy was the last thing on your mind. You look over him, raise the crude weapon, and allow the cold metal to pierce through his chest. You let out a exasperated scream as you continue your onslaught. Hammering down years of neglect, wasted time, slander, and abuse into what’s left of his broken body. When you’re done he’s left torn apart. Rib cage broken and organs exposed. In all the madness you vomit from the stress and overall exertion of energy you used up. The groans from Harry snap you back to reality and you go to aid him.

“Oh god oh shit hold on hold on.” You ramble. Your hands try their best to cover the wound. He was shot in the side. Luckily it wasn’t a direct hit but without medical attention it was gonna get nasty. You use Edmund’s jacket to help stop the bleeding. He was just staring at you. “What? What the hell are you gonna yell at me for now???” You yell trying not to cry. He lifts a bloody hand to your face.

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undertalethingems · 5 years ago

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Bark at the Moon, Chapter 5: Lapse

Or read on my Ao3>

Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None?

Chapter Summary: Papyrus is left to his own devices...

Papyrus rubbed at bleary eyes. Normally he was perfectly fine staying up all night, but with things being so stressful and hectic lately, he’d found himself sleeping more despite the threat of nightmares and his natural insomnia. He'd tried to stay up and keep watch, just in case.

But Sans had never come home last night. Papyrus had checked, in case he'd slipped past him while he napped,but the rooms were empty as ever. He found himself pacing the floor anxiously, at a loss for what else to do and his mind buzzing. He’d have to call Undyne and say he was out sick again… He hated lying like this, but he hated the thought of telling the truth more. He'd have to keep up the act. Well, it wasn't like he'd never done that before.

“Hello, Undyne, it is me, Papyrus,” he said into the receiver when it was time, sounding appropriately regretful. “Sans is still sick. I am still… you know. So. Neither of us can work. Again. I am very sorry.”

“Papyrus, it’s okay,” Undyne replied, sounding more sympathetic than she had a right to. “I know you guys are having a hard time. Just take care of yourselves and I’ll worry about the rest, got it?”

“Very well! Thank you,” he replied, and hung up, grateful for her patience. He laughed to himself--patience was not a quality he typically associated with Undyne. He'd have to make it all up to her somehow--he'd already slacked off far too much. But what could he do from his position? If only Sans had bothered to get his own cell phone...

Papyrus sighed. Maybe Sans had just fallen asleep somewhere strange—he did that sometimes. But what if someone found him? What if he reacted badly again and hurt them? He wouldn’t mean it of course, but who would know that? What if they were both found out and never treated the same again…?

Papyrus turned back to pacing the floor, a dozen thoughts whirling through his head at any given moment. Lunchtime came and went, and before long it was evening. But there was still nothing from Sans, and he wondered if this was how Sans had felt when he’d run away. His pacing trailed to a halt. How could he have done this to his own brother?

Tears, unbidden and stinging, sprung to the skeleton’s sockets and rolled down his cheeks. He sank to the floor with a hushed sob, shuddering. He missed Sans, had missed him so much, and then they'd gone and fought over what were silly, small things really! And now Sans had run away--he’d transformed himself after doing goodness knew what, blamed himself for acting on instinct, and almost given up on himself completely. He was in no state to be alone.

No, no, he was fine, Papyrus assured himself. He couldn't give up hope! Sans had been in a bad way, but he’d been bad before and always managed to pull out of it. He wouldn’t do anything foolish, surely--he had to believe in him, trust that he'd come back when he was ready. Papyrus dried his tears, took a few deep breaths, and headed up to his room to browse the Undernet for a while. At least he could see what everyone else was up to.

And he wouldn’t sleep, just in case Sans made it home tonight. Or the next night. Or the one after that. Whenever he came back, he'd be ready.

But it wasn’t a week before he got stir-crazy. The house wasn’t exactly small, but he was starting to feel like its walls were pressing in on him and there was no real room to stretch his legs. Sans wasn't here to take them out somewhere he could run freely. There were only so many times he could vacuum or scrub everything before cleaning lost its appeal too. He’d turned to Sans’ quantum physics books just for something new to read after he’d exhausted his own collection... but the subject made his brain feel fuzzy and his heart ache. Undyne was getting worried too, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could say his brother was sick before she stormed over again to check on them. But he was too afraid of his past getting out to risk leaving the house himself. He’d wait—he was the Great Papyrus! This was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Nothing he couldn't...

Nothing he...

He paced the house, falling into a rhythmic path; doorway, living room, upstairs, leap down to the doorway and do it all again. It was moving, and moving felt good, so he kept doing it, over and over until he got tired. His claw caught in the carpet and he hissed at it before tugging free, and discovered it could be torn. Oh, fun! He dug his claws in and pulled with legs and back, ripping up a long strip of the stuff--only to be instantly filled with regret. No! This was making a mess! He didn't make messes, that was the brother he was waiting for, he knew better! He gave a sad trill and tried to put the carpet back, but it was too late. Though tearing it had been fun, he shouldn't do that again. That was bad. He went back to pacing.

Papyrus found a shredded cushion in his jaws. He wasn't even sure what had come over him--it was just soft, and looked nice to bite and--now there were bits of stuffing all over the floor. He... he hadn't meant to destroy it. He dropped the mangled cover and began sweeping up the scattered fluff, then tried to stuff it back into the cushion. But it wouldn't stay in, there were far too many holes, and he ended up pushing it into the corner. He'd deal with it later. After his brother came back. He paced for a while, then headed upstairs when he finally felt tired and curled up in his bed.

A loud, weird sound startled him awake. He waited, and it came again--oh yeah, he knew that sound. He got up and found the little black shiny thing that was making the noise and took it into his jaws... wait that wasn't right. It rung again, and the sound vibrating through his teeth startled him into dropping it. But somehow that did the trick.

"Hey, Papyrus? You there?"

Who--oh yeah! What was her name again--Undyne! It was Undyne's voice! She... sounded worried. He needed to make her not worried, he needed to--to think, to talk!

"Hhhrrhhhh--" he rasped, no, that wasn't right! Come on!

"Papyrus?!" Oh great, now she sounded really worried!

He rumbled a growl and coughed to get the right magic going. "HHHEllo, Undyne, there we go! Forgive me!"

"Er, everything alright there?" she asked, sounding a little less worried. "I haven't heard from you in a few days, and then it was like you couldn't talk just now--what's up?"

Papyrus blinked. Had it really been a only few days that he'd...? "It's fine! I just managed to catch the same thing Sans is sick with. We are both absolutely miserable!"

"Aw geez," Undyne replied. "Well, take care of yourselves, and let me know if you need anything--I'm serious. And if you don't, call me when you're feeling better, okay?"

"Of course! Thank you!" he replied, and she hung up.

Papyrus remained staring at the phone for a while. He'd slipped, let himself get away. Without enough to do, it was easy--even now he wanted to go back to pacing, circling the house like a trapped animal. But wasn't that what he was...?

Well, trapped, yes. Animal? Only in the broadest of terms. He wouldn't let this happen again, he was better than that! Darting over to his bookshelf, he pulled out all his books on puzzle design and spent the rest of the day devising new traps. Despite his claws getting in the way or tearing the paper, he drew blueprints and worked out calculations for mechanisms well into the night--anything to keep his mind sharp. A lack of stimulation invited stagnation.

He'd almost lost himself back in the forest too. Only his determination to work out a solution had kept his mind clear enough that when Sans found him, it hadn't taken too long to reawaken his thoughts once more. But with Sans gone, and his sources of entertainment dwindling... He had to be careful. He drew furiously, covering his floor with blueprints and books and ideas, and for a little while, he felt safe.

Papyrus startled out of a nightmare with heat lingering in his jaws and the smell of smoke filling his nose. Panting, he got to his feet, eyes fixed on the scorched carpet and wall before him. Sharp orange caught his eye, and he swatted at the embers still gnawing at the edges of his diagrams. He checked for more hot spots, found none, shook himself out and crept over to crack a window before retreating downstairs and shiver on the couch.

As much as he hated to admit it... maybe this wasn't something he could handle after all.

It had been a long, long time since he'd attacked anything in his sleep. It wasn't even the first time he'd had this sort of dream--thinking that his brother had died somehow was pretty well played out by now. It almost didn't phase him. But it helped that until now, he'd always been able to check on him, see for a fact that Sans was very much alive and his usual obnoxious self.

But Sans was gone, and had been for a while.

Before that, he hadn't been his usual, obnoxious self.

And a dream that he'd lashed out at their creator, and their creator had struck back and--it was just too much for Papyrus. Even for someone as great as him. He couldn't stand to be alone anymore, but there was only one person he could call.

Reluctantly, haltingly, he shambled upstairs to retrieve his phone, and returned as quickly as he could; the blackened carpet still haunted him. He sat on the floor with his hand hovered over the keypad, trembling. He wasn't really going to do this, was he? Admit he couldn't do something on his own, admit he wasn't perfectly okay and no one should worry about him? Reveal he'd been lying to Undyne...?

But he needed help, for getting food if nothing else--

But he couldn't admit what he'd done, or else she'd be furious--

But he wanted to talk to her, to someone so badly--

He backed away from the phone with a whine and paced around it for a while, torn between his desires until nothing made sense anymore. Lost in anxious thought, the sudden sight of the phone on the floor sent him leaping back with a yelp, and he fled to a corner where he could watch it. The phone was scary.

He flinched when it rung, and hissed at the sudden noise and light as he curled tighter into the corner. He wanted to get away from that thing, but couldn't leave. And it was bad that it was ringing too, he was going to be in trouble! But he couldn't do anything--!

He buried his face into the floor and shuddered long after the phone had stopped. And he jumped a good six feet straight up when the front door practically exploded. Back arched against the wall, he stared wide-eyed at Undyne, who seemed just as shocked.

"Papyrus?!"

He rattled.

In an instant, she was hugging him. He was stiff at first, unsure of the sudden contact--but something in his mind seemed to switch off, and he relaxed. He laid his head across her shoulders, after more than a few shuddering definitely-not-sobs, he sat down slowly. Undyne let him go.

"Hey Papyrus, it's okay. Can you tell me what happened?"

He whined nervously. It was now or never.

“G… gone,” he finally managed to croak, then coughed. “Sans is gone, Undyne... He... The day you came to visit, and I said he was sick, he took a shortcut out and I—I haven’t seen him since! He’s gone...”

Undyne studied him wearing a stunned look. “He left you?”

“Y-yes, though, I don’t know that he meant to be gone so long, I—I don’t think so, not after I left him… Unless… unless he’s still mad at me about that! That has to be it, why else would he...? He, he, he hates me for it, I just know it, I’m a terrible brother!” Papyrus cried, curling in on himself.

“Hey!” she barked, pulling his head up to look at her. “Listen up--there's NO WAY that's true. You matter more than anything else in the world to Sans, even I can see that! When you were gone, he got—he got so bad I don’t think he left the couch for a week. If he was sick, maybe it was some kind of fever dream..."

Papyrus shivered. "...Maybe. But he should have been back by now."

"Provided he's still alive..." Undyne uttered, then realized what she'd said and to who she'd said it. "I mean--! Of course he's alive! He's probably just slacking off somewhere!"

Papyrus couldn't help another whine. "But he always comes home... He's never been gone this long..."

Undyne furrowed her brows and drew back as she thought. "Hold on... If he hasn't been here, but I thought he was just sick... Where the he--uh, heck is he? He's just... gone?"

Papyrus rattled harder. Maybe Sans was dead. He couldn't keep his whimpering from rising to a keening howl.

Undyne winced as her friend broke down, and took his trembling wrists into her hands. “Hey, Papyrus! Listen--I wish you would have told me sooner so we could have gone looking for him. Both of you guys… it’s like, you don’t want anyone to worry, but then these problems aren’t things that just go away if you don’t talk about them, and running away won't help either. I was… I’m terrified we’ll lose you just because you never say when anything is wrong.”

Aside from a muted sob, Papyrus was silent.

“So come on! You want to find your brother, right? Good or bad, we need to figure out what happened. We have to go looking for him.”

“I can’t go out. I can’t. I can’t…” Papyrus whimpered, and Undyne sighed.

“Honestly? I don’t think anyone will recognize you. I know I didn’t, back when Sans first brought you back, and I know you pretty dang well—I mean, I didn't until you spoke. So I’ll do the talking, and if anyone asks we can say you’re a trainee from New Home or something, depending on where we’re looking. I just…” Undyne trailed, eye darting as she thought. “Look. I can’t rest until both you skeletons are back on your feet at 100 percent, because anything else has messed with you both something awful and I hate seeing my friends suffer. So come on. Let’s find Sans and give him what-for for making you worry.”

Papyrus studied her, then managed a soft laugh as he rubbed at his eyes. “Not too much of a what-for though."

Undyne laughed, and helped him stand. "I'll give him exactly the right amount of what-for, how about that? First things first though--I'll make us something to eat and then we can come up with a plan."

Considering he couldn't remember what he'd last eaten, Papyrus nodded. "An excellent plan, Captain Undyne! I'm afraid I've let my usual culinary exploits fall to the wayside, so... that would be nice. Thank you."

"Hey, no problem. Like I said, I wanna see you guys back at 100% sooner rather than later. Come on though, I'm not gonna do it for you!"

Papyrus leapt into action, happy to have the company, happy that Undyne wasn't mad at him. He was still worried about his brother, but they were going to do something about that too. In the meantime, an evening with someone as cool as Undyne wasn't a bad way to spend it. He'd slipped a little, but it was nice to have someone help him back up. Maybe together, they could help Sans too--wherever he was.

#undertalethingem writes #gaster blaster au #bark at the moon fic #papyrus (undertale)#Undyne (undertale)#it took me forever to do the chapter pic =u=;;;#it's hard to paint bones....

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bagelbright-tok · 4 years ago

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In Passing

An interaction. A single word uttered. Somehow, these simple actions had innocent civilians killed. The horror on The Joestar Group's faces when they see the dead familiar ones on the floor of DIO's mansion.

[Large blocks of italics are past memories/events. Normal blocks of texts are the present.]

This is NOT a reader insert fiction.

Word Count: 1703

Warning(s): Mentions of death, guilt, mentions of decomposing bodies, nude dead bodies, blood, DIO

Bystander __

"Ma'am! You dropped this!" Joseph rushed over to the middle aged lady, waving a wallet around.

She turned around to face him, surprised by his shouting. "Oh? Oh! Oh dear! Thank you, sir!"

She thanked him for returning her wallet, and left.

Joseph never got her name.

· · ·

"Are you sun-tanning in that uniform?" A feminine voice interrupted Kakyoin's peace and silence.

Her shadow blocked the sun, and caused the redhead to open his eyes and look at the lady who was only three years older than him. She wasn't mean. In fact, she had a slight smile on her face.

Kakyoin sat up. "Yeah. What's it to you?"

"Just curious, is all." She shrugged and sat in the chair nearby. "That uniform. It's a gakuran, right? Japanese?"

Kakyoin was surprised to meet someone who could identify his outfit. "Oh.. Yeah, it is.."

Not only are Stands a power. Knowledge is power. "My name's Lillian."

The worst part was getting her name.

· · ·

"..."

It was the absolute silence between them that had them interested. In a silent, small, library in the hospital, Avdol sat across from another man. The both of them were obviously recovering patients. Able to wear some of their outfit, but still in some sort of gown. Avdol had bandages around his neck. This man had bandages around his arms, some on his face, and a brace on his right leg. Crutches were nearby the man.

Avdol couldn't help but look up at the man in curiosity. How could such a calm and silent man have been in such an accident? Perhaps this man was thinking the same of Avdol. Whenever Avdol looked down, the man looked up from his book. At some point, they made eye contact. The simple gesture of waving made them return to their books.

They hadn't even uttered a word.

· · ·

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Polnareff hollered at the man who had bumped into him.

He was just trying to enjoy the walk when this man had seriously pooped the party.

"Me? Watch where you are going!" The man yelled back.

And just like that, they were at each other's throats. Like two dogs fighting for a piece of meat. Except, they weren't fighting for anything. It wasn't until they actually bumped heads and fell backwards that they realized how ridiculous the situation was. On the ground, they looked at each other with processing eyes.

Then they started laughing. Genuine laughter at how absurd the situation was. "Man, I am so sorry for bumping into you!" The man got up and went to Polnareff to help him out.

"No, no! I was overreacting. No one is at fault here!" Polnareff accepted the man's helping hand and stood up.

"Darian Kline. Nice to meet you."

"Jean-Pierre Polnareff. Nice to meet you too, Darian." They hadn't just met each other. They spent the rest of the day walking and chatting. Having laughs.

He had gotten a friend that day.

· · ·

"Please, sir! Please help!" A lady had come bolting down the nearly empty street towards Jotaro.

The teen was ready for a fight. He didn't know who to trust. However, he quickly realized he wasn't under attack. He summoned his Stand, but the lady paid no mind to it, and even ran through it without batting an eye.

"Hm?" Jotaro grunted curiously.

"God! My ex and his friends are chasing after me. Please, just play my friend or boyfriend! I just need protection!" She pleaded to him, hands together.

"C'mon babe! We're just messing around! You know us! We just wanna have some fun." His tone was sinister and it was obvious his intentions were anything but fun.

The lady looked back at where the voice was coming from. Along with the voice were other tones of laughter. She looked back at Jotaro with desperate eyes. Jotaro looked back down at her and simply nodded. The lady was relieved beyond description. She twirled around Jotaro, now sticking to his backside. Her ex and his friends had come around, jogging a bit. They quickly stopped though at the unexpected sight of Jotaro. The 17 year old that looked 35. His built and tall form was intimidating enough. But his glare and very being wanted to send the gang running.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey big guy! I'm just trying to help my girlfriend." The ex stepped forward, trying to explain his lie to Jotaro. "She's having a mental break." He twirled his finger around his head, indicating that the lady may be crazy.

"Your girlfriend?" Jotaro asked. "Last I checked, she was mine."

The man's uneven smile dropped. He was in deep shit now. The game of the mind. Who had the better lies.

"Oh yeah?" His drunken smirk reappeared. "What's her name?" He asked tauntingly.

Jotaro had to pause for a moment. She never mentioned it. "Laura… Laura… Laura.." The lady- Laura- whispered quietly under her breath. Jotaro could only hear it because of Star Platinum.

With the most confidence a man could give, Jotaro responded. "Laura." He took a step forward. "Now what do you want with her? Hm?"

The men were now scared shitless. "N-nothing! We were just- uh- you know-" The men took off running without finishing their explanation.

The lady chuckled with relief. She moved from Jotaro's back to his front. "Thank you so much! I really owe you one."

"It's no problem.." Jotaro's monotone voice echoed through the night.

"It's a big deal for me. If you ever want, you can go to the bar nearby, "Pane." I work there and you can get a drink on the house!" She happily explained to Jotaro.

An invitation he couldn't deny. Jotaro nodded. "Good grief, lady. Alright. I'll go sometime." He pulled his hat down and didn't bother to watch the lady walk past him.

In the end, he didn't even save her.

· · ·

"Whoa. Weird lookin' dog." A kid spoke, not a metre away from Iggy. "Do you have a home, doggy?"

Iggy growled at the kid and tried to walk away. The kid followed. Iggy barked at the kid, trying to tell him; "Hey! Fuck off!"

The kid didn't understand though. Luckily enough for Iggy, the mother of the kid was nearby and stopped the child from reaching Iggy. "No Ezra! The dog probably has fleas. I don't want you getting sick because of a stray mutt on the street."

Iggy growled under his breath, "Bitch."

Not even they deserved it.

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The Crusaders entered the mansion. It was dark, barely lit by the candle light in the rooms. A few steps in, and there was a horrifying stench. It smelled of rot and iron. Not even Iggy could handle it. It didn't click until they reached a room completely full of candles. On the floor were several dead bodies. Some had dried blood pooled around them. Some of them lacked blood and looked like raisins. Most of them lacked clothes. The fact they had walked into a room of dead bodies was bad. What made it worse was who the dead bodies were.

The middle aged lady whom Joseph returned her wallet to. They didn't talk for more than a minute. Joseph never got her name. He barely recognized her face. Still, the thought of just having interacted with her being the reason she was dead, was terrifying.

Lillian. The woman who was only three years older than Kakyoin and Jotaro. Her blood was sucked dry and the look of fright was glued to her face. She and Kakyoin talked for several minutes. He had her name. He knew her face. He thought he made a friend. Now she was gone and Kakyoin was dumbfounded. The dread already coursing through his body was obvious.

The man whom Avdol had waved at. They never spoke. They barely looked at each other. They only waved in the library. The anguish already washing over Avdol was immense. This man's naked dead body was in DIO's mansion because of Avdol. This man was removed of his blood. Stripped of his very life for waving at Avdol.

Darian Kline. Polnareff's newly acquired friend. Dead. He was on the floor with dried blood around him. He looked mangled, like he'd been seriously beaten. It was disgusting. The way he died. The reason he was dead in the first place. It was just a silly incident. A small event of happenstance and realization. Polnareff was supposed to talk to this man after defeating DIO. The only reason that wouldn't have happened, is if Polnareff died, not this innocent man.

Laura. A simple bartender who needed help getting away from her ex. Jotaro thought he helped her. Never in his dreams would he have thought that this act would have killed her. If he had known, what would he have done? What could he have done? This lady who was just trying to survive in God's cruel world was now dead in this room. Naked, abused, and used. Her blood was gone, whatever remaining being small drops dried to the ground. Jotaro wanted to vomit. It felt like he'd been hit with a freight train. He wanted this feeling to end. He looked away. But it didn't go away.

Iggy was frustrated. Why go for two insignificant people that barely crossed his path? A kid and their mother. The kid having just been killed and tossed aside. The mother having been drained of her blood. They'd done nothing to deserve DIO's wrath. Done nothing but mistake Iggy for a normal dog. It was infuriating.

The guilt flowing through everyone was radiating. The idea of wanting to cry not sounding half bad. Bystanders. People who interacted in passing. Did nothing but acknowledge the crusaders. Had a small chat. Gave a name. Never gave a name. Became friends. Offered a drink. Waved. None of them were Stand users. None of the Crusaders considered these innocent people as aids in their adventure.

Despite it, DIO saw them as enemies just for interacting with the Joestar group. And for that, they were punished with the curse of death. Forever lasting. Never ending.

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E N D A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! It has been ready for weeks now, I just hadn't the time to actually post it. To you who has requested, I am working on it! Thank you for requesting, hopefully I will have it out within the next few weeks! Apologies if this looks wonky, I used the beta mode on Tumblr for this one.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo part 3 #Jotaro kujo #Joseph Joestar #Noriaki Kakyoin #Jean-Pierre Polnareff #mohammed avdol #Iggy #Stardust Crusaders #Kakyoin #Polnareff #Dio Brando #DIO #one-shot #writing #fiction

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kaitlyn-imagines · 6 years ago

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Okay, get this: a new lov member who’s really awkward and shy. Everyone thinks she’s just a normal gal but it turns out she’s absolutely out of her mind? /sigh/ I don’t even know anymore 😔 rip. I’m so bad at requesting it should be my new party trick. Anyways, I hope you have a good day and I love your writing!!

Ahh thank you! :) I’m not sure if you wanted this to be cute or disturbing so I went with the latter because nothing I’ve posted so far is dark themed (all my stuff is like, fluff haha)! :0 Let’s get some well rounded writing up in here!

New LOV member who’s secretly insane

Warnings: DARK THEMES that include but are not limited to: Blood, dead animals, disturbing images, cannibalism, death, hearing voices, sadism/masochism, violence, mentions of self-harm etc. etc. You get the picture.

^^^Don’t read if you’re sensitive to similar topics. I went ham on this, yall.

Disclaimer: The reader depicted in this is chronically insane and is an extreme case. This is in no way a depiction of a person with a mental disorder. I don’t want to spread any misinformation, most people with mental disorders are lovely people and are not crazy/dangerous in anyway <3 Always educate yourself on things you don’t understand! :)

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Tomura Shigaraki:

Look, he wasn’t a fan of the whole awkward-shy act, but hey, you were pretty hot and you had a quirk that the League definitely needed

So he let you in, figuring he’d just need to have that timid attitude of yours whipped out of you

But OH. It didn’t take long for him to realize you were completely bonkers.

Dabi was giving you shit like he did everyone, and all it took was a poor comment on his part for your usually pleasant expression to contort into one of malice and...joy? The way your face darkened and your eyes swirled with an unhinged gleam…

Maybe you’d be more interesting than he initially thought~ plus, seeing you threaten Dabi was definitely some brownie points in Tomura’s book

At times it gets frustrating because you can get out of hand, and he honestly couldn’t even handle the League WITHOUT another crazy added in the mix

But you were powerful and an important addition to the team, so you were stuck with this sorry lot whether you liked it or not

Kurogiri:

He was a little surprised, but pleasantly so, when Tomura recruited you for the League. You were actually...rather normal compared to the rest of the bunch, but he was far from complaining!

You were also modest and well-mannered, and Kurogiri especially admired that. The rest of the League was full of squabbling hotheads, so you were a breath of fresh air!

At the bar, he’d talk a lot with you seeing as you were one of the calmer villains, but overtime he noticed that certain comments would raise a few red flags.

One day you bring in the mangled body of a cat and...oh.

The way you casually set it on the bar counter and grin at Kurogiri happily while you ask for a kiddy cocktail… all the while your hands were still soaked in its blood.

Tomura’s decision made a bit more sense now. You were completely off your rocker! He treats you pretty much the same as before, but is usually the one who has to reel you in when you start to show your crazy too much.��

Dabi:

When you first joined the League, he couldn’t believe it. Was Tomura fucking stupid? How could a shy, pretty thing like you possibly fit in with the baddest villain organization?

Needless to say, he was kind of an asshole to you. He’d make rude comments, blatantly say you didn’t belong here, condescendingly give you names like “princess”

For the most part you would bear it all with a grin, and though he didn’t exactly understand you reaction, he would scoff and roll his eyes. “Weirdo”

One day he happens to strike a particularly strong chord with you, and suddenly you’ve shoved him against a wall, hands wrapped around his throat

You choking him wasn’t what off put him. It was the demented look in your eyes and the lopsided grin overwhelming your face. You were practically begging him to insult you again.

“It feels soooo good when you call me names!” you giggle, fingers squeezing into his neck. “Maybe you can choke me next?!” Your eyes were excited at the sadistic thought.

He shoves you off rather easily after he gets over his initial surprise, rubbing his neck. “Crazy bitch…”

The fact that he didn’t ignite your crazy ass on the spot means you’d gained his respect, if in the slightest. Clearly you’re a better fit to be a villain than he thought. He still picks on you, but significantly less.

Himiko Toga:

She was excited to have another girl! She flocked straight to you and grabbed your sleeve right away!

“Aiiya! You’re so cute, look at you!” She poked your cheeks and you got a little flustered under the attention. She thinks you’re so shy and adorable!!!!

She makes it her mission to become your bestest best friend! But she can’t help but get a little excited from time to time.

“(Y/n), you’re too cute! Please, can I cut you up!? Just a few slices here and there! You’d look ten times cuter if I do!” And she’s grinning.

Her grin completely falters, however, when you agree. “W-What?” she didn’t expect it at all! She was used to getting brushed off.

But no...the crazed look in your eye at the mention of spilled blood… you were practically dripping with insanity.

Kurogiri stopped the both of you before you both had the chance to completely slice each other up, but from that moment on your were pretty much conjoined at the hip.

Crazy cuties flock together <3

Spinner:

When a cute, shy thing like yourself joined the League, he was a total flustered mess! You were absolutely adorable!

Like Kurogiri, you were a breath of fresh air, a nice change of pace to the usually colorful bunch that he got to hang around with.

You were nice to him, and he always gets embarrassed when you compliment him! So naturally he assumes that you’re the sweetheart of the bunch!

You’re talking, and finally Spinner outright asks you, “How’d you even get roped into villainy?” because it blows his mind such a normie like you are in the League

And, very casually and chipper, you describe how you murdered your family in cold blood. They hadn’t even done anything to upset you. You just wanted to.

“O-Oh.” He honestly didn’t know what to say...but he didn’t really get a chance to speak as you suddenly pull a necklace out from under your shirt. It was a strange looking thing, a shriveled black lump on a string.

“Look! I even carry a piece of them around with me!” His eyes widen, and you just giggle and tuck the petrified piece of corpse jewelry back into your shirt.

Twice:

Needless to say, Twice had some mixed feelings about you when you first joined the League.

“What the hell is such a prude bitch doing in the League?” “Aww how cute! Finally a fresh face! Happy to meet you!”

He’s honestly probably the first to realize you’re absolutely batshit because he’s always half doubting your sincerity

Let’s just say he isn’t surprised when you’re on a mission and you start gnawing and eating at a fresh corpse on the ground

“Wow, that’s fucking bad ass” “Ew!!! That’s disgusting, what the fuck!”

And hearing his voices go back and forth, you just look up, blood smeared across your face, a strange gleam in your eye and you grin!

“Hahaha! Twice, you always say the funniest things!!!”

After the mission he tries to avoid you as much as he can. Though your quirk and tenacity was something the League definitely benefited from, that didn’t mean he wanted to be anywhere near you after the shit he saw that night

You were fucking wild

Mr. Compress

After Shigaraki let you into the League, he was pretty interested in you. You seemed pretty average and you acted like a timid civilian, so what kind of quirk did you have? Surely something must have caught Tomura’s eye that he wasn’t seeing.

So he, being the man of charisma and mystery that he was, made it his secret motive to find out what you were hiding.

He took it upon himself to show you around the hideout as your own personal guide. Not that you were complaining! Compress is so flashy and entertaining that you were actually enjoying your time with him.

Not gonna lie, he was acting a little too charming and over-confident with you, trying to get you to slip up and spill a secret

And spill you did! Though not intentionally. It sort of all happened at once. Compress was moving ahead of you and all of a sudden he was thrown back against the wall.

He hits it with a grunt and slides down to the floor, looking up at you with a stunned expression. What the fuck did he do to merit that?!

But you weren’t even looking at him. No, you were whispering under your breath, staring at the ceiling and grinning like a madman.

“You’re right! That was fun!” you spoke to the empty room, pausing a moment before letting out a loud, crazy laugh. “You always were good at jokes!”

Slowly he rose and moved away from the room where you stood conversing with your imaginary voices.

Telekinesis was a pretty powerful quirk! Though it seemed your perks also came with some hefty flaws… very interesting!

Magne:

Magne was so excited to have another girl in the League! She loved Toga, of course, but at times Magne found her to be a bit...much

So when you first arrived, seemingly normal, she was so ecstatic! She wanted to do all sorts of girl things with you that she couldn’t really do often in the boy-dominated League

You were so cute and timid, she couldn’t help but want to have a girl’s sleepover with you and Toga!

Your true colors started to show, however, during the middle of a truth or dare game. Magne had asked you what your favorite crime to commit was, expecting something calmer like robbery or identity theft

Color her surprised when your face contorts into the craziest, most terrifying look as you narrate a violent murder and proceed to grab a pillow and rip it to shreds with your hands as a ‘demonstration’.

Cute AND violently psycho. She can roll with that.

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daeva-agas · 4 years ago

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You know... it never before occurred to me to look for the source of the story where Hideyoshi’s vassals was like “Why is our lord not interested in young boys? We must find him a VERY pretty one, maybe he’ll finally roll”

So I went to look.

... According to one site it was the same book that said Nobu wore a dick kimono to visit Dousan

I mean, it could be a mis-citation, since it’s just one blog/site, and sometimes it could be a flub. Like, I sometimes misremember the source of the crazy boogaloo stories I babble about. But uuuuhhhh...

No wonder Edo era people think Hide might have a thing with Mitsunari. Like, if there’s no other source/corroboration for that one story, then the singular source that says “he never does shudo ever” is a bit dubious.

See below, not!Hideyoshi and not!Mitsunari (per the usual name-mangling convention of the Edo it’s technically “Hisayoshi” and some unnamed page or some such):

Like the only “tell” that the young pretty boy is “Mitsunari” is the star-crest on his sleeve (if that is even what it was).

*throws hands up* I GUESS

Also ffffsss I know it’s not appropriate but Hide/Yoshiyuki ship dkjfskjh Toshiie is gonna cry I’M SORRY INU I HAVE WEIRD SHITTY IDEAS but on the other hand if people thought Nobutada and Hide can have fake dating maybe this is not impossible... oh my fuck I must not post random stuff at midnight

#personal research #hideyoshi

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c-optimistic · 5 years ago

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kiss

Kara Danvers has never been kissed.

(And neither, for that matter, has Kara Zor-El. Supergirl has been kissed, but it was by an enthusiastic kindergartener, and the sloppy kiss had landed on Supergirl’s cheek as the little girl proclaimed how much she loved the hero. The memory is fond, but not exactly the sort of thing friends get drunk over and gush about.)

No, Kara has never been kissed, and now in her late twenties, she wonders where she went wrong.

Perhaps it was soon after arriving on this planet. At sixteen, still unfamiliar with Earth and full of a general distaste for its obnoxiously loud inhabitants, Kara was first approached in, well, in a romantic sense. Though perhaps ‘romantic’ is a stretch—could the pasty boy sitting next to her in the mind-numbingly boring calculus class turning to her and asking her awkwardly on a date before insulting her truly be considered romantic? Kara doesn’t exactly think so.

Yet, what Alex and Eliza had applauded as her taking a stand against an ‘obnoxious and entitled’ boy (with Alex’s colorful descriptions of his ‘assholishness’ earning a stern look from her mother), was now something Kara almost regretted. Because perhaps, had she been less annoyed by his stupidity and his general smug look every time Kara was forced to hide how utterly asinine she found the class, she could’ve gotten her first kiss out of the way at sixteen.

(She prefers not to think of the pretty girl with kind eyes and wavy hair who was in nearly all of her writing courses in college.

She prefers not to think of how she’d sometimes go to class only to catch a glimpse of her; she prefers not to think of how she’d been too cowardly to speak to her.)

Kara Danvers has never been kissed. Alex claims it’s because she has high standards, because it takes her so long to actually like someone enough to want to kiss them. Eliza always repeats that it would happen on its own time, when Kara least expects it.

And Kara? Well, Kara doesn’t quite care most days. Her lack of a romantic life hadn’t affected her thus far, and barring the idle twinge of regret every time she thought of the people she truly liked and how nothing came of it (like James, or Lucy, or Mon-El, or even Cat), it’s not like she’s particularly bothered.

Still. Some days, when she’s with Alex and Kelly or Nia and Brainy, she wonders.

(She wonders if there’s just something wrong with her, that even worse, Eliza is wrong and Kara is destined to be alone forever.)

Kara Danvers has never been kissed, and it’s all well and good until it somehow becomes front page news.

She can count the number of people she dislikes (legitimately dislikes) on one hand. The fact that Andrea Rojas, their new Editor-In-Chief, joins the list and quickly topples the others is quite frankly the least surprising thing to ever happen to Kara.

(Which says quite a bit, considering all that’s happened to Kara.)

The foundation of the dislike is there immediately, when Rojas talks about clicks over substance. It simmers each time Kara’s work is turned into a mangled, biased, unrecognizable mess. But it really hits the necessary threshold the day Rojas calls Kara into her office, a sly smile on her lips.

“I have an assignment for you, Kara,” she says primly, still smiling. “An undercover assignment.”

Kara blinks, once, twice, and clears her throat, certain she’s misheard. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re going undercover,” Rojas explains slowly, getting up from her chair and circling around her desk, eyeing Kara like her prey. “You’ll be investigating the previous owner of CatCo Worldwide Media. You know her, don’t you? Lena Luthor?”

(Know her? Not really. Not beyond the handful of conversations as Supergirl, content to trust the DEO—namely Winn, Alex, and Brainy—to keep an eye on the Luthor.

And the distance hasn’t mattered really. Beyond the odd dip into making kryptonite, experimenting on a Worldkiller in an attempt to cure her, and making human super-people, Lena Luthor hasn’t done all that much to draw attention to herself.

But, Kara is willing to concede, Lena does manage to draw a lot of attention with only her looks—specifically Kara’s.)

“Lena,” Rojas continues, taking Kara’s silence for ignorance, “is the younger sister to Lex Luthor and the last remaining member of the disgraced Luthor family.” She smiles briefly, as if she’s letting Kara in on some inside joke, then shrugs. “It seems that the number of attempts on her life have recently, well, decreased. The word on the street is that she’s looking for a bodyguard—a female bodyguard, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“Do I have to spell it out for you, Kara? She’s looking to date again, someone the tabloids won’t take a second look at, someone unassuming and easily dismissed—someone like you.”

Kara takes a step back, shaking her head. “N-no. I’m not a bodyguard, I can’t do that.” She doesn’t have to fake the panic in her tone; a part of Kara is legitimately worried about just how much Andrea Rojas knows about her. “I’m clumsy, and awkward, and chatty, and—”

“Aren’t you listening?” Rojas interrupts, rolling her eyes, turning slightly to pick up a thin folder sitting on her desk, holding it out to Kara expectantly. “The bodyguard position is fake. All you need to do is meet my contact at L-Corp. He’s already got an entry level job lined up for you. The second Lena sees you, I’ve no doubt she’ll be interested.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Come on, Kara, don’t fish for compliments,” Rojas says, waving the folder in an attempt to get Kara to take it. “You’re fit, beautiful, and smart. Just Lena’s type. Trust me, I would know.”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re asking me to infiltrate a company, pursue a fake relationship with the CEO, then put myself in the line of danger if and when she asks me to be her pretend bodyguard so that the paparazzi don’t catch wind of that fake relationship.” Kara shakes her head almost violently, taking another step back. “That’s crazy. Unethical. Probably illegal!”

“Don’t be so dramatic. Besides, do this and you can write whatever you want here, for as long as you work for CatCo. No more binned pitches, no more input from me or anyone else. Give me this one story, Kara, and I’ll give you free rein.” She shakes the folder once more, and Kara realizes this is her final chance. Slowly, hesitantly, and knowing it’s a mistake, Kara accepts the folder.

(It feels a lot like selling her soul to the devil.)

“What do you even want me to write about? What’s the story?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Rojas replies, turning away from Kara and waving her away, signalling the end of the conversation. “As long as Lena Luthor’s fall from grace is spectacular.”

Kara doesn’t want to do this. She really doesn’t want to do this.

(She isn’t quite sure any job is worth so many lies, so much deceit.

Then again, she does work for the DEO….)

“Quit,” Alex suggests for the umpteenth time, her eyes following Kara as she paces in the living room. “Just leave CatCo.”

“And never write again? I can’t do that.”

“Then go back and tell her you don’t want the story.”

“Then I’m stuck writing stupid pieces and I’ll never be a real journalist.”

“Kara—”

“Alex, I don’t want to do this, but I have to.” Kara pauses, looks at her sister, waits for her to do something other than return her gaze with wide eyes. “Alex?” Kara prods when Alex merely hugs a pillow to her chest, sinking deeper into the couch.

“What do you want me to say? You’ve made up your mind.”

“Lena Luthor won’t even be interested in me, so I’ll go tomorrow and then just tell Andrea that I failed.”

“That’s a good point,” Alex says, but there’s hesitance in her tone.

“What?”

“Well, don’t get mad, but what if she does like you? I mean, you’re almost annoyingly likeable. James liked you, Winn liked you, Lucy liked you, even Cat Grant like—”

“—I get it, Alex.”

“I don’t know what the right answer is,” Alex continues unhelpfully before she gets up and stops Kara’s pacing, taking her hands gently and squeezing them briefly before pulling her into a tight hug. “But whatever you choose, I’ll have your back. Like always.”

“The Danvers sisters,” Kara mutters into her sister’s ear.

“—we should come with a warning,” Alex finishes, grinning as she pulls away and studies Kara’s face. “Now let’s eat and do some research on your soon to be girlfriend.”

“Alex.”

(Her admonishment falls on deaf ears though—Alex just laughs in response.)

When Andrea had mentioned an “entry-level” job, Kara had imagined it was something in HR or a position as someone’s assistant. She had not, not even for a second, imagined that Andrea would bother looking at her resume and fit her in one of the many labs at L-Corp.

“Frankly, Dr. Danvers,” says Jess, the woman who’d taken her for a tour around the lab, taking care to have Kara sign NDAs before she mentioned any of L-Corps many projects, “you’re vastly overqualified for the position you applied for. I mean, you’ll be a glorified lab tech—are you sure that’s what you’re looking for?”

(Kara sighs internally, realizing that Andrea hadn’t looked at her resume, she’d just pushed Kara into the first opening L-Corp had.)

“It’s just Kara. And honestly, yes.” At Jess’s skeptical look, Kara clears her throat and tries again. “Working here, in any capacity, would be a dream come true. L-Corp is an incredible force for good. I just want to be a part of it.” It’s not a lie, Kara tells herself as Jess smiles approvingly at the answer. In fact, it’s the most honest thing she’s said to Jess since stepping inside the building and introducing herself.

It’s just that...well….

She wishes she could’ve been a part of such a force for good without an ulterior motive hanging over her head.

“Speaking of dreams,” she continues as Jess leads her down another hallway, pointing out current research and scientists, “I’ve always wanted to meet Lena Luthor. Is there any chance a lowly tech like me would be able to meet her one day?”

Jess laughs as she comes to a halt in front of the elevators. “The chances are actually quite high,” she says, gesturing for Kara to enter the small enclosed space. “Ms. Luthor spends a great deal of time in the labs herself. But I’m afraid she’s not in National City at the moment, so it may be some time before you see her.”

“Oh really? Away for business?”

Jess grins and leans towards Kara conspiratorially, “A romantic getaway, actually. If you ask me, she deserves the time off. Though I doubt the Board will be happy if they ever found out.” She laughs and shrugs. “CEO running off for pleasure isn’t the greatest for business if you know what I mean.”

“...right,” Kara manages, frowning and feeling the sudden need to step away from Jess. She’s no stranger to being the assistant to someone as powerful as Lena Luthor and all the secrets one became privy to due to that position—after all, Cat Grant was nothing if not full of secrets and mystery—but the key to any good assistant was keeping their mouth shut.

Kara suddenly feels immeasurably sorry for Lena. If the person closest to her at work feels so at ease in betraying her confidence in this way...Lena really is in need of someone to protect her.

The elevator comes to a lurching stop (though Kara thinks part of that is her imagination due to the guilt pooling in her belly), and the doors slide open. She follows Jess to the entrance of the building, where she’s introduced to the security guards and given a keycard. When it’s all done, Jess crosses her arms over her chest and smiles at Kara warmly.

“Well. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says, some sort of undercurrent to her tone that puts Kara on edge.

And as Kara leaves L-Corp, she wonders just what kind of insanity Andrea got her into.

Nearly a month passes by, Kara becoming more and more incensed at the way Lena’s employees talk about her each day. The rumors that fly around about the CEO are wild, unsubstantiated, and incredibly embarrassing. There’s chatter about Lena’s sex life, her family, her hobbies, and even one nasty suggestion that there’s one secret lab in the basement that’s used solely to experiment on aliens in a continuation of Lex’s work.

(Kara had, of course, checked every nook and cranny of the building as Supergirl, so she knows it’s not true.

And it’s maddening to hear employees repeat such vile lies, seemingly only to the new lab tech.)

It comes to a head one afternoon when she’s taking her lunch break, sitting alone at one of the tables outside the building. Just as she’s biting into her sandwich, two researchers who work in the lab adjacent to hers walk by, whispering loudly about how Lena’s credibly accused of murder.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Kara snaps at them, getting up from her chair so violently that it’s thrown to the ground with a loud clatter. It attracts one of the security guards, and he ambles over quickly. “Lena Luthor has done nothing to deserve such hateful talk, and you all should be ashamed of yourselves,” she hisses at the others milling about, staring at her with a strange expression. “If you don’t like her, then quit. Why are you here?”

“Dr. Danvers,” the security guard—Peter—says, picking up her chair and then gently taking her elbow, “if you could come with me.”

“Pete,” one of the researchers who caused Kara’s outburst suddenly pipes up, “take her to Jess. Tell her the experiment was a success.”

“The experiment? What—”

“Dr. Danvers, if you could just follow me,” Peter repeats, smiling genially at her, waiting for her to nod. He motions for her to head towards the elevator, and he starts chatting amicably, but Kara’s attention is on the bright smiles of the employees she’d just shouted at. She doesn’t understand—was something bad about to happen? Was it time to call Alex and the DEO? Did Andrea really send her into something dangerous?

Peter claps her on the back when the get to the very top floor, leaving her with Jess and a quick good luck. Jess, for her part, is no longer the smiling, cheerful, chatty assistant Kara met the day she got her job.

“For the record,” Jess tells her as she moves towards what clearly must be Lena’s office, knocking on the door twice and pushing it open at the soft come in from behind the wood, “I still don’t trust you, even if the experiment was a success.”

“Wha—”

“Ms. Luthor is waiting for you.”

Jess all but shoves Kara forward, and then there’s nothing separating Kara from Lena Luthor except a large white desk stacked with papers and a laptop that clicks shut the moment Lena meets her gaze.

“Kara Danvers,” she says, getting to her feet gracefully and holding out her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m sure you have questions.”

Somewhere, across the city, Kara can hear the pounding of keys on a piano, of a woman cursing under her breath as she gets a papercut, of a child’s laugh. Somewhere, across the city, there’s Alex’s reassuring, steady heartbeat, pounding in Kara’s ears. And yet, despite all that, the silence in Lena’s office is deafening.

“You seem shocked, Ms. Danvers,” Lena says with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. “You don’t mean to tell me you believed those rumors you didn’t sell to the press, did you?”

“Kara,” she automatically corrects, swallowing when this just makes Lena’s eyebrow rise further. “Call me Kara.”

“All right, Kara. Do sit down, we have a lot to talk about. You’re vastly overqualified as a tech and I was hoping—”

“—wait,” Kara interrupts, holding up one hand, the other fidgeting with her glasses. “Can we just, um, rewind for a second? What’s—what’s going on? What’s the ‘experiment?’”

Lena sighs, looking almost disappointed in the question.

“I’m an extremely unpopular woman, Kara. I also happen to be quite wealthy and in charge of one of the most influential companies in the world. Everything I do, from what I wear to where I go, is scrutinized and reported on. Excessively.” She sits down, pausing long enough that Kara’s brain kicks into gear and she does as well, sitting on the literal edge of her seat as she waits for Lena to continue, guilt eating away at her. “I’ve had people fake resumes, references, anything, to get a job here just to get a story. So Jess—my assistant, very clever and far too good to me—came up with the experiment. When a particularly suspicious application, such as yours, comes in, we inundate you with false stories. If any of them leak, well. Needless to say, there’s legal action taken. You signed quite a few NDAs, I do hope you read them all carefully.” Her eyes sparkle as she makes the joke, and despite Kara’s guilt (knowing she’s at L-Corp to do the very thing Lena and her employees are trying so hard to combat), she can’t help but marvel at Lena Luthor.

(She’s, in a word, beautiful.

She’s clever, well-spoken, charming, and so gentle, and it breaks Kara’s heart a little.)

“Why let me through the front doors if my application was suspicious?”

“Well, even if we thought you were too good to be true, we wanted to be sure. There’s one project in particular I think you’d be a perfect fit for—” Lena starts to dig through one of the stacks on her desk, and suddenly Kara can’t take the guilt anymore.

“You should fire me,” she all but shouts, getting to her feet. Lena leans back in shock, clearly perplexed.

“Pardon?”

“I’m not who you think I am—I mean, I am, because that resume is real but I’m not.” Kara’s hands instinctively go to her glasses, fiddling with them as she tries to figure out her next words.

“You need to speak slower,” Lena says, her shock slowly being replaced by something cold and hard. “And far more clearly. Explain.”

(It’s said as an order, and Kara knows it is because it is an order.)

“I am Kara Danvers. And everything on that resume is true. I was good at school.” Good at school is an understatement, but she figures right now is not the time to brag about her academic achievements on Krypton. Rao, Earth science is so easy in comparison. “But I’m not a researcher, and I’m not here to help L-Corp do good, though I wish I was.”

“Then what do you do?” Lena asks, tone dangerous.

“I’m a cub reporter,” Kara admits breathlessly. “At CatCo. Worldwide Media?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of it,” Lena bites out sarcastically. “Continue.”

“Our new Editor-In-Chief, Andrea Rojas, she um. Well, she wants a story. And she sent me here to get it. Probably because of my background in science, now that I think about it. She forced me into an impossible choice, take this assignment or never write anything real, and I was forcing myself to do it because I want to be a journalist, but a month here and I just can’t. I can’t. I don’t want to ruin any of this so please. Please just fire me.” She ends her ramble by literally snapping her mouth shut, looking at Lena apprehensively.

“And what exactly was the story? My technology? Is she trying to sabotage my work?”

“Um. Well, no? You’re the story. I was,” Kara blushes hard, hating herself for the words she forces out next, “I was supposed to get to you. Become your, um, bodyguard.”

Shockingly, Lena just...laughs.

“You mean to tell me that my best friend from boarding school sent you, a woman with an impressive resume—” far more than impressive, Kara thinks to herself, half of her accomplishments weren’t even listed on it “—but literally zero ability to lie, to try to seduce me and get a story?”

“Yep,” Kara says, popping the ‘p,’ wondering just how much Lena Luthor would eat her words if she knew about Kara’s ability to keep Supergirl secret, “that’s it in a nutshell. So if you could just fire me now, I’d—”

“Fire you?” Lena shakes her head. “I’m not going to fire you. I wasn’t lying, I need someone with your talents. And while you’re working in the lab, I’ll help you with a story you can give to Andrea that will save your job and be beneficial to me.”

“Right, okay,” Kara responds slowly. “And the bodyguard thing….” She trails off, unsure how to phrase her question.

“I’m afraid that’s out of the question,” Lena says smoothly. “Besides, it seems Andrea doesn’t know me as well as she thought, you’re not exactly my type.”

For whatever reason, even though Kara is relieved that she won’t have to fake a relationship, Lena’s words still sting. Smartly. Powerfully.

“Right, right,” she says, ducking her head and hoping she’s hiding her flushed cheeks and hurt, “I’m not—I’m not even gay, so. That’s, um, good.”

(And months down the line, Kara will think back to the moment they make eye contact, as they make plans to meet the next morning and discuss everything in more detail, and she’ll remember the swoop in her belly that replaced the guilt churning away there, and she’ll realize that was the first moment she started to fall for Lena Luthor.)

She’s seen in public with Lena Luthor once, once, and suddenly it’s all anyone can talk about.

Contrary to what Andrea thinks when Kara meets her for their obligatory clandestine check-in on the progress of the ‘story,’ it’s not that their nefarious plot to get some sort of embarrassing admission from Lena is working. Not even close. The only reason they land in the tabloids is because Kara just happened to be leaving L-Corp late one night (after a grueling day of research, frustrated by this planet’s backwards and practically obsolete understanding of science), coincidentally around the same time Lena chose to go home, bumping into the CEO awkwardly before clearing her throat and holding the door open for the woman who was—for all intents and purposes—her boss.

Not that that matters to any of the trashy magazines that publish the photo taken of them, pointing to a non-existent blush on Lena’s cheeks, to Kara’s mussed hair, to some sort of imagined “gaze” that Kara apparently bestowed on the second most powerful woman in National City. (Cat Grant always has been, and always will be no matter where she is in the world, the most powerful woman to Kara.)

Does Lena Luthor have a new gal pal?

Lena Luthor’s secret fling!

Caught in the act! Lena Luthor’s new lover!

The headlines make Kara cringe.

(She hates it. Even if Alex laughs away when she hears about it and Andrea sends her a congratulatory email and a renewed promise to let her write about whatever “stupid political story” Kara wants.

Kara hates it so much.)

The headlines are awful, so Kara thinks she’s understandably stressed when she’s called to Lena’s office the very next day.

(This is it, she’s going to be fired.

She’s just going to go back to writing about dresses and fashion shows and not the blatant discrimination in the juvenile criminal justice system and the pervasiveness of corruption and racism in sentencing.)

Except, all her dread about dresses is for naught because when she enters Lena’s office, Lena isn’t seething with rage or even cold with disinterest (as she’d been with Kara since finding out about the whole ‘I’m a journalist’ thing). No, Lena is smiling.

“You know what’s remarkable?” she tells Kara as she motions for her to sit down and offers a water that Kara quickly refuses. “I’ve been in this city for years. I’ve donated millions, developed dozens of new technologies to help people, practically took over the National City Children’s Hospital from a bunch of greedy men in suits in order to save lives, and even owned one of the biggest media companies in the world for a hot minute, but this is the best press day I’ve had since Lex dragged our name through the mud.”

Kara, who’s ready with an apology on her lips, frowns, not quite understanding. “You’re not upset? About the photo?”

“I mean, the photo is ridiculous,” Lena waves her comment off, though Kara can hear the tiny bump up in her heart rate, giving away the lie, “but because of the photo, people are asking about my philanthropic work, about the STEM scholarships I offer to young girls that no one applies to anymore because of the name attached to it, about the climate change efforts L-Corp has made.” She smiles widely, leaning against her desk and looking at Kara in a way that Kara feels distinctly uncomfortable with—like she’s prey, like she’s to be devoured, like she’s been caught in a trap. “Who knew all it would take for people to ignore my last name is a pretty blonde woman smiling as she holds the door open for me?”

(Kara tries not to blush at the ‘pretty’ comment, she really does, but she doesn’t think she’s successful. Lena’s smile becomes a smirk and Kara finds herself ducking her head, fiddling with her glasses.)

“Well, I’m glad I could help, Ms. Luthor.”

“Lena.”

“Sorry?”

“It’s Lena. From now on,” the CEO says, still smiling. “I think I owe you an apology, Kara.”

“I—for what?”

“For tossing out the bodyguard idea so quickly.” Lena pauses, rolls her eyes, and shakes her head. “I mean, that’s entirely ludicrous, I’m not going to ask a journalist to put herself in the line of fire, but I think being seen together, every now and then, in public, isn’t the worst thing that could happen.”

“I’m sorry, I think I must have misunderstood—are you...are you asking that I pretend to go on dates with you?”

“Yes, exactly,” Lena says brightly, as if the whole thing has been decided. “Nice to see you’re paying attention,” she continues, her tone light and almost flirty and Kara’s dealt with a lot in her life but she decides then and there that this is the worst whiplash she’s ever gotten. “I know on Tuesdays you have your supposedly secret meetings with Andrea about the progress of your story, so how are your Wednesdays?”

Lena’s knowledge of the ‘secret’ meetings is somehow the least surprising part of everything that’s been said since Kara stepped into her office.

“My Wednesdays?”

“Yes, for our weekly lunches from now on,” Lena says, looking amused by Kara’s expression.

“I mean, um, Wednesdays are fine.”

“Great. I’ll text you the details.”

Kara doesn’t even ask how Lena has her cell number. She just nods, her only thought that she needs to find Alex—and quick.

“Do you think it’s lying?” Kara asks her sister and friends from where she’s floating, arms crossed over her chest, staring intently at the ceiling as though the answers would be written there. “I’m a journalist—is it unethical to be misleading the public this way?”

Nia snorts from where she sits, covering her laugh up with a cough when Kara floats down to the ground just to glare.

“I think you’re overthinking this,” Alex says, just as Nia offers a mumbled: “Who says you’re misleading anyone?”

Alex and Nia look at each other with conspiratorial grins, and even though Kelly sighs, she looks vaguely amused. Only J’onn and Brainy seem just as confused as Kara.

“I don’t understand,” Kara says, looking at her sister and friend with a frown.

“It’s like this,” Nia explains slowly, looking to Alex for support, “you’ve talked about Lena Luthor a lot lately, you know?”

“Well, yeah. She’s my boss.”

“No, Kara,” Alex chuckles, “you talk and think about her a lot. Do you see what we mean?” J’onn’s expression clears into understanding and he smiles, nodding along. Even Brainy, who had been sitting with a frown, now has his hands clasped together in front of him, nodding along with Alex and Nia. Finally, it’s Kelly who takes pity on Kara.

“I think what they’re trying to say is that you have a little crush on Lena Luthor,” Kelly explains, holding up a hand when Kara immediately starts to deny it. “Even if you don’t like her in a romantic sense, you certainly like her. Just...take these lunches one day at a time. Think of it as making a new friend rather than a pretend date if you have to.”

“Or,” Nia says with a laugh, “you could save everyone a lot of time and just tell Lena Luthor you have a thing for her and want the pretend dates to be real dates.” At Kara’s shocked look, she held up her hands. “But you do you, obviously!”

The article comes out just a few months later.

Before the poorly written, gossipy, nonsense riddled article ruins everything, things finally settle enough that Kara thinks she can actually do this. Her weekly lunches with Lena are enjoyable and fun, the two of them spending several hours chatting about science, life, and causes they are passionate about. In fact, they begin to see each other outside the weekly lunches too, and not just on planned out “events” meant to give the press something to talk about. (Lena comes to game night and Kara goes with Lena to her father’s grave on the anniversary of his death to provide moral support, where there are no cameras or ulterior motive.) In between all the pretend dates, they spend time together for real, bonding over being adopted and a mutual love for Big Belly Burger. Together, they attempt to brainstorm ideas of what pitch Kara could give to Andrea that would secure her job and help Lena with the media.

And it’s...refreshing. It’s nice. It’s something Kara rarely gets to experience.

With Lena, all she is is Kara. With Lena, she can let her guard down a little, can avoid dumbing herself down, and just talk—like she did with her parents, or other members of the Science Guild. And Kara knows Lena is slightly curious about her—she’s made a few comments about it—but she lets it go in order to continue their discussions on the latest project, on a problem that’s cropped up, on potential solutions.

(It’s rare, this thing she has with Lena. It’s rare for humans to be able to keep up with her, and it’s rare that she doesn’t have to slow down for them.

It’s even rarer for someone to be so casual about just how intelligent they are—to keep up easily and to treat it as though it’s not a big deal, as though it’s all just normal talk.

And Kara likes it, enjoys it, doesn’t want it to end. She has this with Alex or Eliza or Brainy, but with Lena there’s something else—a challenge, a give and take, a back and forth that leaves her breathless and wanting for more.

With Lena, it’s electric.)

It’s going well, much better than it should be, considering all of Kara’s initial misgivings and guilt (and the realization—as she and Lena move from ‘business partners’ as Lena calls it to legitimate friends—that soon Supergirl has to come out to Lena). It’s going well enough that Kara should’ve expected it, should’ve known something would come along and ruin everything.

Lena Luthor’s New Gal Pal Has Never Been Kissed!

Is Something Wrong With Luthor? New Girlfriend Wants ZERO Kisses, Sources Say!

The L in L-Corp Definitely Does Not Stand For Love: Lena Luthor’s New Relationship Destined to Fail!

“Of course the good press wasn’t meant to last. Apparently, you’ve never been kissed,” Lena says the Wednesday after the articles are first published. They’re in her office today, which was where they had lunch every day the past week, something Kara had decided was best not to bring up, lest it didn’t mean what she hoped it meant.

“Oh, well, um, I haven’t actually,” Kara says through a mouthful of sushi.

Lena blinks, looking taken aback. “You haven’t?” she asks, sounding as though she thinks this is a joke. “But you’re—I mean, look at you. Why?”

(Kara doesn’t exactly like this question.

For one, it implies there’s something wrong with her, something broken, mirroring her own thoughts on the issue. For another—and much more importantly—explaining why would take explaining how she landed on this planet, how it took her years to feel comfortable with humans, how it takes time for her to even want that sort of intimacy from someone else, how she hasn’t yet felt the urge or the need or the desire, and any of those people she thought she may one day feel that way for had slipped out of her life before they got to that point.)

Perhaps it’s because Kara doesn’t respond right away, or perhaps it’s just because Lena is better at reading her than Kara gives her credit for, but almost immediately after the question escapes Lena’s lips, she blushes and shakes her head. “I’m so sorry,” she says, reaching out slowly enough that Kara has time to pull away if she wants to, gently taking Kara’s hand and swiping her thumb over the back of it when Kara doesn’t move, “that was crass and rude of me. It’s none of my business. You have every right to live your life the way you want to.”

“You don’t think it’s strange?”

“No,” Lena replies with zero hesitation. When Kara fixes her with a look, she chuckles, swiping her thumb over the back of Kara’s hand once more. It does something funny to Kara’s chest. “I admit, I’m surprised. But that’s just my own bias, you know?” She starts to move her thumb back and forth, almost as if she doesn’t know she’s doing it. “Just because someone’s life experiences are different from my own doesn’t make it any better or worse. It’s your life, Kara. No one is allowed to tell you how to live it.” She bites her lip, and Kara squeezes Lena’s hand gently, knowing what Lena wants to ask.

“I’m waiting,” she explains softly, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “For someone who’d wait for me to want it. Does that make sense?”

Lena likely senses that the topic isn’t something Kara wants to get deeper into, because she clears her throat and moves bravely on. “Since I chose lunch today, I suppose you could pick tomorrow, but Kara, I’m not willing to have potstickers again, it’s not—”

“—what are we going to do about the story?” Kara interrupts, listening to the way Lena’s heart rate increases, the way she’s trying to hide her stress. “There are a few articles that make fun of you because of me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lena waves her off, shifting on the couch so that she and Kara were sitting shoulder to shoulder. “It’ll blow over soon.”

“But the whole point of this in the first place was to give you good press. And because of me—”

“—because of you, what? People associate me as the girlfriend of a beautiful woman instead of my homicidal brother? How terrible of you,” Lena says, narrowing her eyes playfully, and smiling at Kara. It’s clear she wants to talk about something else, but it feels wrong to brush past this.

“Lena, please,” Kara tries, and shockingly, Lena deflates. She gives in so easily, and Kara’s not exactly sure how she managed that.

“We could get Jess to leak that we’ve been affectionate behind closed doors, and we just don’t like doing so in public.”

“It’s one thing to let the press come to its own conclusions, but I can’t lie, Lena,” Kara immediately disagrees. She watches with interest and Lena ducks her head, mumbling something about integrity affectionately under her breath, before she turns back to Kara with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, you could always just go for it.”

“What?”

“You could just kiss me.”

(Kara’s heart thumps in her chest, and she can’t do much other than swallow hard.

She realizes, suddenly, that her hand is still in Lena’s, that their fingers have become intertwined, that Lena’s thumb is still stroking the back of Kara’s hand.)

“Lena, I want it to mean something.”

(This is it, Kara thinks. This is the moment Lena will laugh and say it’s all a joke.

This is the moment, Kara thinks. This is the moment that she’ll have her heart broken.)

“I know,” Lena says, turning fully so that she’s facing Kara, one leg folded under her, her free hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Kara’s ear. “I’ll wait, however long you want me to.”

“Wait. What?”

Lena smiles, something impossibly vulnerable in her eyes. “I don’t want this to be fake anymore,” she says softly, but quickly, as if she can’t bear to bare it all, and yet can’t stop herself from doing so anyway. “I want to go on dates. To celebrate with you when you get your huge break. To hold your hand,” she looks down at their hands, squeezing as if to make a point. “And I’ll wait. For you. If you choose to want it too.”

“Oh,” Kara mutters, and it occurs to her in that moment that Eliza and Alex were right. She did have high standards, and Lena met them. And it did happen when she least expected it—at lunch, with someone she never even expected to become friends with, let alone something more. “You don’t have to wait.”

“What? I don't—” Lena starts to question, cut off when Kara closes the few inches of space between them.

And as far as first kisses go, Kara thinks, it was well worth the wait.

“How I Infiltrated L-Corp, Fell in Love With the CEO, and Had My First Kiss, by Kara Danvers,” Andrea reads aloud, grimacing as she looks up at Kara. “I can’t publish this.”

“That’s unfortunate, Ms. Rojas,” Kara says with a smile, shrugging. “You’re welcome to fire me though. But I do have a great piece on juvenile sentencing, if you want to read it.”

Andrea narrows her eyes, but then, she...laughs. “I’m a woman of my word. Send me your new piece.” Kara nods and is nearly out the door when Andrea speaks again. “And Kara? When you see Lena, tell her I said we’re even now, won’t you?”

Kara doesn’t ask or care what she means—she chalks it up to a boarding school thing and leaves it at that.

#supercorp #fanfic #new #kara danvers #lena luthor

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Borderlands [PART 2]

❃ pairing: reader x mark lee, reader x haechan, (divergent au!)

❃ alerts: making out, suggestive content, language, violence/ injuries, blood, torture, angst

❃ song rec: no promises by cheat codes ft. demi lovato

After shooting a few guards in the legs, you manage to get past the corridors inside the border wall. Exiting out one door by shooting off the lock, you find yourself at the edge of a forest. It’s safe to say that you’ve never imagined what outside of the wall would look like since it’s forbidden for anyone to venture there-- that is, unless you’re exiled. Only those who disobey the system have been exiled to the borderlands, wandering where no one has returned from to speak about it. Though Abnegation ran most of the government, as selfless as they are, they still played by the rules. This is something Erudite wanted divine control over, monopolization of the other factions. And now, Erudite has succeeded. They must have overthrown Amity by now. Out of all the factions, Erudite had always been aggressive due to the fact they put their members upon the highest pedestal- claiming their intelligence to be unmatched by any other faction. Most of the time, the claim was correct.

You try to recall Mark’s words, any hints for where the resistance could be. All he had said was to follow the tracks, which you did by riding the train to the border. Your head throbs from dehydration, you press your fingers on your temple to massage it. It’s not a surprise that no one you knew had much of an idea when it came to the resistance- it was treated like an old myth that didn’t exist. Even if people knew about it, who knows what would happen to them if Erudite found out the factions wanted to deflect. No one wanted to take the risk. You didn’t have any food or water with you either, not even another set of clothes. There’s no turning back now.

Treading through the green foliage, the borderlands already seem more interesting than the center of Chicago.You run your hand along tree branches that stick out in your path, the color of the grass making you want to collapse on it. Taking note of how the sunlight shines through the canopy above you, the leaves rustle in the breeze a bit. You actually appreciated this change in scenery, it seemed more peaceful than Erudite’s headquarters for sure. Deciding to push forward, what seems like minutes turns into hours. You’re unsure of where you’re heading as you mindlessly follow one direction in hopes of finding any clues along the way. You feel your stomach growl from hunger and your feet ache from walking on your worn soles. By now, the sun has gone down and has faded beyond the horizon, leaving a darkening sky in its wake. Too tired to continue, you decide to climb a nearby tree in a clearing so you can progress on in the morning. Grappling your hands onto the lowest branch, you hoist yourself up by placing your foot on another branch before making your way up to the top of the tree. When you perch yourself on the thickest branch, your back placed to the tree trunk, you exhale into the cold air. Your warm breath slightly creates a vapor cloud, your hands rubbing against the sides of your arms. Staring out from your place, you take note of how the trees rustle in the wind and how the birds occasionally chirp- it’s serene yet lonely.

This time, your heart cracks when you remember the agony, the fear on Mark’s face when you left him. You sigh at the memory of the gun between his fingers, the feel of his panicked and desperate kiss, and the scrunch of his brows when he pushes you away. You miss him. You miss your family and you miss Dauntless. What can you do now? What if the resistance is just some hoax? Everything you knew could be potentially destroyed, you don’t even know if anyone is alive. No. Erudite as a faction is manipulative, they wouldn’t kill people before getting information out of them. Still, the dark thought of a bullet going through Mark’s heart makes you sick. You sweep the thought away. Tears threatening to form in your eyes, you shut them to sleep.

When you wake, you swear you’ll fall from the force that’s shaking the base of the tree. Steadying yourself on the branch, you look down to see a german shepherd growling at you, it’s paws scratching at the cedar bark. You hear a voice, it makes you jump from the sound as you watch a boy call out to the dog that threatens to pounce at you any moment.

“Rex! Buddy, why are you barking so much?”

Looking down, you meet eyes with a surprisingly attractive boy. You take note of his frame and the way his coffee brown eyes inquisitive scan you, his mahogany locks swept over his forehead. His skin is beautiful. Even in the early morning, the sky a pale periwinkle, his skin glows like honey. His features are sharp, the curve of his nose and his eyes stand out to you- your eyes glued to the plumpness of his lips, bottom lip stained pink.

“Who might you be? Why are you in a tree?”

At first, you forget where you are. Shaking your head, you reply to him, “I didn’t feel safe sleeping on the ground.”

The boy smirks at you, his tongue pressing against his inner cheek, “Yeah- Rex would’ve mangled you.”

You smile slightly, still perched on the tree branch you fell asleep on. Haechan leans down to rub Rex’s chest, his collar making a clink noise when Rex falls flat on his back as if he’s asking the boy for a belly rub. He coos at Rex, obliging him.

You ask, “Rex would mangle me?”

The boy looks up at you again, his eyes rounded, “If I told him to. Still, your face is too pretty to be mangled.”

Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, you freeze at the boy’s sudden compliment. Was he flirting with you? No, you weren’t going to feed into it when you have one mission only- to get Mark back. No distractions.

“Thank you?”

The boy nods, “You can come down from there, Rex and I won’t bite.”

You look down at the ground, reluctantly attempting to lower yourself branch by branch- easier said than done, it’s easier to go up than come down. The boy runs a hand through his long, dark locks, “Do you need help?”

Though you shake your head, you still struggle. He chuckles at you, a smirk gracing his lips. He holds out his arms, “Just jump, I’ll catch you.”

“Are you fucking crazy?”

He shakes his head, “Just trust me.”

“Why should I trust someone I just met?”

“Do you have food up there? Water? Clothes?”

“Well, no-”

He laughs, “I know. I’m your best shot.”

If the boy is planning to murder you know, you’ll just try to dash away. No point in starving up in a tree. Crouching on the branch, you jump off- a yell slipping through your throat before feeling a pair of arms securely catch you. When you open your eyes, the boy grins at you as his teeth gleam between his lips, “What an introduction hm?”

You try to ignore the erratic beating of your heart, chills scattering down your spine when you feel the boy’s fingers tight around your waist. He’s even more handsome up close.

He cocks an eyebrow up at you, “The name’s Haechan. You are?”

“Um, y/n.”

Haechan lets out a huff when you detach from him, your hand flat on his chest. Scanning your figure up and down, Haechan speaks, “Well, y/n, why are you here?”

“I’m on a mission. I’m in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

From there, you decide to trust Haechan. You can only try your best to make allies at this point. You tell him about Chicago's faction system and how Erudite took your home away from you. You tell him about Jeanine and her plans to control people’s minds. Shockingly, Haechan does not seem surprised at all. Clicking his tongue, Haechan scoffs, “Sounds like Jeanine.”

“You know her?”

“I lived in the city once. I had a home and a family.”

Your reaction to his statement is beyond shock, you’re afraid of what he might say.

Haechan continues, his expression turns serious, “I was born in Candor. My family raised me in the Candor sector of the city. On the day of my aptitude test, the administrator told me that I needed to tell people I would be sorted into Candor during my choosing ceremony. Her face told me that being sorted into Candor was a lie. On the day of my choosing ceremony, some Dauntless guards had a warrant to search my house. My mom hid me in the closet near our back door while she went to go talk to the guards. All I could see was that she was deflecting some accusations and then they killed her. They killed her right in front of me. They shot her with no hesitation. Upstairs, I heard my dad protesting about something, then I heard another gunshot. They didn’t find me in the closet- I hid inside the wall, the panel that could become dislodged. When I sat in the closet, I didn’t want to see my parents dead in my house. Then, some Dauntless trainee swung the closet door on me, I was so sure that I was dead right there. Instead, he told me to go beyond the wall. And that’s what I did.”

You were sure that your jaw was completely open, no words came when you tried to speak.

“I’m so sorry. Haechan, I’m so sorry.”

Haechan shakes his head at you before leaning down to attach Rex’s leash to his collar, “No need. It was a long time ago. Besides, it’s Jeanine. Erudite has always wanted total control over every faction and it’s members. It’s why I left- the system of being controlled by someone else who isn’t me. I didn’t feel like myself.”

“So you’ve been out here all the time alone?”

Haechan laughs, “I’ve got Rex. I’m not alone. I also never mentioned that I’m a part of something bigger.”

“What are you talking about?”

A sinister grin grows on Haechan’s face, “Resistance, you say? If it’s rebellion you want, I can take you there.”

After letting Haechan and Rex lead you through the woods, you come to a secluded area that’s surrounded by large trees. By now, you’re far from the border wall- miles and miles away from the city entrance. In the middle of the grassy clearing stands a large compound tower, people standing as armed guards around the perimeters and around the terraces. It’s bigger than you had ever imagined, your eyes widen at the sight of the resistance headquarters. It’s real. Haechan turns to you, “Welcome to the Arms of Arson.”

Some of the guards raise their guns at you, their eyes angry and wild with danger- you imagine in your head how it would be if one of them accidentally fired. Haechan protectively puts him behind you, “Whoa fellas, she’s with me. No need to worry, I’m taking her to Evelyn.”

You breathe out, grateful that Haechan can vouch for you. Walking in, it’s a messier version of the Pit at Dauntless. The tower reaches many circular stories, people watching your every move like hawks. As you walk through the many stalls of street vendors or through the crowds of people who are busy either shining their weapons or conversing with each other, cups of liquid in hand, you keep close to Haechan out of fear. When you take the elevator up to the uppermost floor, Haechan leads you into a suite that’s adequately decorated with red wallpaper and wooden features. A woman walks out from another part of the room, a shorter woman than Haechan, her crimson hair tied into a loose bun. Her skin is a milky yet pale color, darker freckles dot her cheeks like constellations. She wears a sage green tank top and black leggings.

“Well, hello Haechan and Rex.”

“Evelyn, this is y/n. I thought you’d want to meet her.”

The woman called Evelyn holds out her hand, her eyes hollow chestnuts, “Evelyn. What brings you here y/n?”

“I need your help. Please.”

“What, might I ask?”

From there, you begin to explain the story from the very start- how Jeanine had planned to overthrow the faction system all along. How she put all of Dauntless under a premeditated simulation and how you ran all the way beyond the border to find her. Luckily, you ran into Haechan. Once you’re finished, Evelyn nods at you before sweeping a hair behind her ear, “Y/n. I am very pleased that you came all the way here to find us. But, I am afraid we cannot help you.”

You feel your heart sink with disappointment. At this point, you’re ready to start begging. “Evelyn, please hear me out. Erudite took my family away, they took Dauntless and will control all the other factions- it’ll be chaos.”

Evelyn pulls out a chair from her dining table before plopping herself onto it, “I hear you y/n but there’s a reason why we formed the Arms of Arson. We’ve abstained from the faction system because we are not who they want- we refuse to fit in their mold. I won’t risk everything I’ve built just to save your family and the system that brought down my own.”

You realize you can’t convince Evelyn any further. There has to be another way. Evelyn places a warm hand onto yours, “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. But, I’m sorry.”

Thanking her, you muster a kind smile before exiting out of her suite with Haechan.

“Maybe I should’ve told you to not get your hopes up, Evelyn doesn’t really abandon a thought when her mind is set on it.”

You shake your head, “No, I wouldn’t risk my people for one person’s family either. I shouldn’t have been so naive.”

When you look up to meet Haechan’s eyes, they’re round and concerned. He motions at you, “I can show you around?”

“I’d like that.”

First, Haechan takes you to his suite on the 7th floor. It’s a similar layout to Evelyn’s, except the room’s walls are plastered with grungy posters and old book pages that are torn at the edges. It includes a small kitchen and a bathroom, it’s similar to your Dauntless suite but less neat and less homier. By the wall is Haechan’s bed, his black sheets in a messy pile by his pillows. He runs over to his bed in a hurried pace, fumbling with the comforter. Rex runs over to his own bed, plopping into the soft cushion of it.

“Ah, sorry about the mess. I was in a rush this morning.”

You shake your head, “It’s okay, I’m like that too.”

That night, Haechan leads you to the cafeteria on the base of the tower, stalls filled with all different kinds of food. He shoves a metal tray into your hands as he talks to the cooks behind the stalls, placing all different arrays of food onto your plate. When your tray is filled, you both sit at an empty table in the seating area- Haechan scarfing down his wedged potatoes and spaghetti like a carnivorous bear. You stare at him, fork in hand, “How does one eat that much?”

“I’m still growing, I gotta eat.”

You eye him skeptically, “Slow down though or you’ll choke.”

Of course, He doesn’t listen. After Haechan satiates his hunger, he looks up at you from his food, “So, what faction were you in?”

You answer him, setting down your cup, “Dauntless born and raised. I was one of the leaders.”

“You sure about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean, you said you clearly weren’t controlled by the sim. That can only mean one thing. What did you get on your aptitude test?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I got Dauntless.”

Haechan narrows his eyes at you as he continues to slurp his noodles, “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“You’re divergent- isn’t that obvious?”

You practically spit out your broccoli, “Me? Are you serious?”

“Gross y/n, keep your food in your mouth! Of course I’m being serious.”

Using your thumb to wipe your lip, you shake your head vigorously, “There’s no way I’m divergent. I know what my results were.”

With his mouthful, Haechan rolls his eyes, “Suit yourself sweetheart. There’s no denying it later.”

You scoff at him, stuffing a piece of bread into your mouth. Once dinner is over, you follow Haechan back up to his suite again.

Your voice comes out more timid that you’d like, “So.. where do I sleep?”

Haechan cocks an eyebrow up at you, tilting his head, “Because I’m a gentleman, you’re taking the bed. I’ll take the floor.”

“I’d feel bad, Why can’t I just take another room?”

“We’ve been growing in numbers, there’s not enough rooms. Mine will have to do.”

There’s no use arguing when Haechan’s the one that’s brought you here in the first place. Turning off the late, you slip into Haechan’s bed- it smells nice for a maturing boy that’s probably hormonal. It smells sweet like cinnamon and peppercorns, it feels nice when you sink into the pillows. You watch Haechan spread down a blanket and a few pillows on the cold flooring before lying down. He turns on his side, “Night y/n.”

“Good night Haechan.”

You tell him good night but you can’t sleep. There’s too many thoughts running around in your head, if your family is okay? Is Mark even alive? It feels wrong to be sleeping in another boy’s bed. It’s just for a couple nights. If Evelyn won’t help, who would?

“You’re not asleep, are you?”

You freeze in your spot, shifting your eyes to Haechan as he has his elbows propped up, bright eyes staring right back at you. Sitting up, you face him, “Can’t really sleep when so many things are on my mind.”

Haechan bites his lip before scratching the bridge of his nose, “Well, when I can’t sleep at night- I think of the good things I can do tomorrow.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I always take Rex out and we pretend like we’re adventurers out in the open. Evelyn’s tasked us with charting the area.”

You laugh at the thought. It’s oddly comforting. With the mention of Rex’s name, he sleepily meanders towards Haechan before collapsing his snout onto the boy’s chest. Haechan runs his fingers through Rex’s fur, snores rumbling from the dog’s throat.

You lie back again, staring up at the ceiling, “If I was still back in the city, I’d be training a class of initiates right now. That is, if Jeanine hadn’t taken over Dauntless.”

“You’re a Dauntless leader right?”

“I am. I was?”

“You must be pretty tough then. Not anyone can be Dauntless leadership.”

“I mean, a lot more people had stronger skills than me- but I still don’t like to short change myself. Not to brag but, I was top of my class.”

Haechan smiles at you through the dark, “Ah, I should keep my eye on you- all I ask is don’t karate chop me in the back in exchange for my bed.”

“I don’t know, maybe you’re the one I should keep an eye on. I have a feeling you’re stronger than you look.”

The both of you erupt into laughter, tossing pillows at each other and dodging them at the same time.

“Alright y/n, get some rest now. We can pillow fight in the morning.”

You roll your eyes, “Shut up, Haechan.”

When you turn on your side to face away from him, you can’t help but smile. Haechan had distracted you for a moment. Even so, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to Mark.

In the morning, you’re awakened by Rex’s slimy tongue on your cheek- it makes you grimace but smile a little. “Hey, Rex! Who’s a good boy?”

Rex pokes you with his snout as you run your fingers over his ears, his collar jingling. When you look around the room, you don’t see Haechan. Like a cue on time, you see Haechan open his door, plate of breakfast in hand as you sit up to greet him.

“Where’d you go?”

“I went get you breakfast, they don’t have orderly lines around here.”

On the plate are eggs, bacon, and two pieces of toast. You let out a comforted sigh when you sink your teeth into the buttered bread, “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

You silently eat, Haechan holding back Rex so he doesn’t attack you for the steaming bacon on your plate. Haechan gazes back at you, “I’m thinking you should come with me and Rex today.”

Setting your fork down, you nod, “I’m open to the idea. It’s not like I have anywhere to go anyway.”

After getting dressed into a new set of clothes, you, Haechan, and Rex set off on your scouting trip. Walking beside Haechan, you feel safer. Your pistol is fastened to your belt and Haechan has his rifle, if anyone would try to come near- you both could defend yourselves. Haechan leads the way, letting Rex sniff around leaf litter and debris.

“Haechan, can I ask you something?”

“What is it y/n?”

“Why are you helping me?”

Haechan stops walking to look back at you, the sunlight highlighting his face through the lush foliage, “Because I want to.”

“That’s all?”

Haechan sighs, “Even though those guards murdered my family because of me, that trainee led me to the Arms of Arson. I was just a kid. I saw you needed my help, I wanted to help you because I don’t want you to suffer like I could have- like I did.”

You nod, “I just wanted thank you. I’m sorry about your family. But, still, thank you.”

“Don’t sweat it y/n.”

You continue to walk together, disappearing into the vermillion and sage storm of green, sticks crunching under your steps as you go.

4 weeks

After a while, you almost felt indebted to Haechan. Remembering how he took you in under his wing and led you the Arms of Arson, it made you feel thankful. Rather than wandering the woods alone with no food or water, you learned the ways in which the rebels did things. It was similar to Dauntless- the way they would station people around the perimeter and people on the rooftop of the base in case of any surprise attacks. Of course, the Arms was ruled under Evelyn- an ex-member of Abnegation leadership. Haechan told you during dinner that she once was one of the highest ranking leaders until she started harboring divergent. Her twin sister was divergent as well. Erudite slaughtered her before she could get there in time. As a result of her grief, she crafted a device to obliterate part of Erudite’s headquarters in which she succeeded. Luckily, she was able to flee and start her own resistance. Evelyn’s work stands as a symbol of self- preservation of one’s soul and one’s thoughts, rather than being controlled from within the system. You admire her. As time goes by, you feel yourself becoming closer to Haechan than you had imagined. You began to discover comfort from Haechan’s teasing humor and his childish insults. You, Haechan, and Rex would sit together until you both fell asleep- Haechan’s dramatic snores making you chuckle. Some days, you and Haechan would steal your favorite foods for each other even if you got scolded by the cooks. He would dance with you in his suite, a vinyl record spinning on the old player. There were days where you would let Haechan sleep on the bed next to you instead of the ground- it was cold there and you knew that. You trusted him. You’d even help him scout the area too, reporting any signs of faction soldiers near the border to Evelyn. Maybe you were wrong but, it seemed like Evelyn was warming up to you. Small smiles and hands on shoulders, it could do no harm that Evelyn trusted you.

One day, Haechan, you, and Rex headed out and set out to explore more of the south. While you were waiting for Haechan to fill up his canteen by a nearby river, a mountain cougar had revealed itself behind some juniper trees, it’s eyes glowing like marigold beads, it’s teeth glinting under the sunlight. It bared it’s fangs as you held Rex by his leash, the cougar wasting no time to leap at the german shepherd. Without thinking, you screamed- the cougar clawing at Rex’s thrashing figure only a few feet away. You felt at your belt for your hand gun, it was nowhere to be seen. You had left it on your nightstand absentmindedly. Like an immediate instinct, you grabbed a thick tree branch that had fallen near the trunk of one of the trees before you swung it into the face of the cougar. The cougar’s eyes turned angry, a terrifying noise slipping from its throat. Now, you’re seeing stars. The lion had leaped at you, your back smacking hard on a rock that lay on the dried grass. Groaning in pain, you roll over in an attempt to avoid the maddened carnivore, it’s claws raking a deep wound into the side of your arm. You scream, blood trailing down your skin- the smell of spilt iron makes you grimace. You had your fair share of near death experiences, though you never thought you’d be killed by a mountain cougar. You cover your face with your fists, knocking your hands anywhere you could feel. Then, a gunshot rings in the air powerfully, cutting all of the noise. The cougar’s eyes go cold, it’s figure falling lifeless on top of your chest. You feel blood stain your shirt, a boy running towards your place in a hurried pace as he uses his leg to push off the cougar’s body. A pair of hands grab your face, Haechan’s hair messy and mussed, his eyes dark with fear, “Are you fucking serious?”

You’re at a loss for words, you stammer over them, “I’m not- I tried to save Rex and the cougar-”

Haechan sounds breathless, his rifle clattering to the ground when he kneels by you, “I was gone for two fucking seconds and you almost died! How am I supposed to know you can protect yourself?! Didn’t you say you were a Dauntless leader?!”

“I’m sorry! I realized I left my gone back at the base and I couldn’t just let Rex get attacked!”

You feel a rush of wind, Haechan collapsing into your chest as his face is buried into your shoulder. He whimpers, “Don’t fucking do that to me. Please, y/n.”

You sit there in shock, your eyes flickering to the boy that’s so close to you. You stroke his hair, resting your chin on top of his head, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”

Repeating your apologies like a mantra, you turn your head to see Rex lying unmoving by the cougar’s carcass. You shake Haechan’s shoulder, “Rex- We need to go check on Rex-”

Haechan looks up, his figure tripping to reach his beloved companion. When you stand beside Haechan, you see a carved wound near Rex’s hind leg, blood staining Rex’s beige-colored fur.

“We have to get him back to base now!”

You don’t have to ask Haechan twice before he scoops up his best friend in his arms and bolts towards the direction of the Arms. Busting through the door, the people part a path for you both to make your way- handing off Rex to a team of medical assistants. Not that they looked official but it was your only viable option. As the assistants cleaned Rex’s wound and dressed it, a shorter woman had told you and Haechan to rest for the night and that Rex showed promise in surviving. You and Haechan let out a sigh of relief, your hands barely brushing together.

By the time you made your way back to Haechan’s suite, you slump against the door. Haechan swivels to look at you, sensing your immediate body language. Without any words exchanged, he could tell you felt bad. Sighing, you can’t even face him.

“Look, I-I k-know that if you never want to speak to me again, I completely understand. If I wasn’t stupid and more prepared, Rex would’ve been-”

Before you can say anything else, Haechan moves dangerously close to your face, his height towering over yours. He leans down at you, his eyes flicking to your eyes and then to the point of your lips. You breathe in, Haechan crashing his lips onto yours. It’s a new sensation as he leans his forehead onto yours. When he pulls away, his voice comes out in a husky whisper, “I don’t want to ever lose you.”

Pulling him down once more, Haechan molds his lips onto yours, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You feel your body burn with heat, Haechan’s knee between your legs. Your knees feel like jello whenever you’re around him, his scent wafting to your nose again. He trails his lips to your neck, biting hard on your skin- it makes you yelp, a hand flying to your mouth because of it. Haechan takes his own hand to remove the one that’s clamped on your mouth, he whispers in your ear, “I want to hear you say my name.”

You’re sure that the blush on your cheeks is as red as a rose, you nod at his request. Shutting his eyes, Haechan continues to move his soft lips along your shoulder.

“Haechan-”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

Haechan laughs at your neediness, “Say that again.”

You stare back at Haechan incredulously, his hands combing back the crest of his mahogany hair.

“I told you to kiss me.”

Haechan gives you a smirk, his tongue pressing against his inner cheek, “Remember that you asked me princess.”

With sudden force, Haechan lifts you from your position before carrying you onto the bed, his lips landing on yours aggressively. Your hand moves to the hairs on his nape, pulling them back enough for him to moan against your lips. Haechan moves his palms against the side of your arm, detaching from you immediately.

You start to panic, “I-is t-there something wrong?”

He stares at his hand, dried blood staining his skin rouge.

“Y/n, you’re hurt.”

You look down and touch the wound that stings on your arm- one you hadn’t noticed through the chaos. You shake your head, “It’s just a scratch- I’m fine.”

When you snap your head up, Haechan’s already walking to get the first aid kit. He pulls out cotton swabs, cleaning fluid, and bandages to lay out on the bed. You let him take care of you, a hiss sounding between your lips when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with your injury.

“Mr. cougar did a number on you, huh?”

You roll your eyes, “Not funny Haechan.”

“What? I’m just saying.”

When he’s done cleaning up and putting the kit away, he sits on his bed beside you. He raises an eyebrow, “Now where were we?”

You scoff at him, slapping his chest, “Gross, don’t say that.”

Haechan mocks you, his lips upturned in a smile, “But, seriously.”

Laughing, you giggle, “I’m a bit tired now- let’s go to bed-”

Instead, Haechan pulls you into his lap, both of your legs straddling his. You sit there in shock, your arms resting on his shoulders, “Someone’s needy.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me.”

Haechan kisses you once more, his desperation readable on his face. He knits his eyebrows together, his lips taste like mango juice as he moves his hand to cup your jaw. Pulling back, your chests are flushed together, panting for air as you bore your eyes into his. He reaches for the hem of his shirt- ripping it off in one go before tossing away to the ground. You gasp a little when Haechan fingers the hem of your own sweater. You comply with him, Haechan groaning from the growing sensation rising between his hips.

“Holy shit, y/n.”

You blush at it, you’re unsure if you should move or if you should do something. You just stay with where you are. Haechan cranes his neck to kiss your collarbone, making your thoughts disappear as they come, “L-listen-n..”

Haechan kisses the valley between your breasts, “What y/n?”

You moan, gripping Haechan’s shoulders to steady yourself. He moves back up, planting a kiss behind your ear, “What do you want to say y/n?”

You huff, “I-I don’t-”

Haechan’s teeth graze the lobe of your ear, “I-I don’t w-want to go too fast-t.”

“Tell me to stop then.”

You can’t bring yourself to take yourself out of the desire. You can’t tell him no. You squeeze your eyes shut, relishing in the feeling of Haechan’s touch everywhere on your skin. But then, it stops. Opening your eyes, you see Haechan staring back at you with a serious expression. He moves you off his lap as if he hadn’t enticed you just seconds ago, “There’s something I need to tell you though.”

You nod, pushing a hair back behind your ear, “What is it?”

“I spoke with Evelyn yesterday. After gaining a lot more recruits, she thinks we’re big enough to help you now.”

“Wait- what are you talking about?”

“We’re big enough to damage the faction system.”

“Haechan, I don’t understand.”

“Evelyn and the Arms plans to overtake Chicago. We leave tomorrow morning.”

Suddenly, you’re not sure whether to feel grateful or scared. You feel your heart sink, the thought that you’re here safe with Haechan and how Mark and your family could be hurt, or worse dead. Mark. Mark Lee, the boy whom you loved. The first boy you said it to. You feel dirty. You feel terrified. Do you love Haechan? Do you have a right to? You blink at him, your fingers begin to shake, “What does Evelyn plan to do? What happened to me asking for help when I first got here?”

Haechan leans back on the bed, running a hand through his hair again, “The plan was revenge. Evelyn crafted the Arms so we could take back the city and bring down the system.”

“What’s going to happen to the innocents who live there?”

“I don’t know but most likely, Evelyn will kill off the people she sees fit.”

This isn’t what you wanted. You wanted Evelyn to help, not to obliterate and destroy the only home you’ve ever known. It wasn’t realistic for you to believe she’d just help you and be done with it.

“Did you know?”

Haechan shifts his gaze to you, his fingers picking at a loose thread on the seam of his comforter, “I knew. I knew the moment I stepped foot here.”

You bite your lip at his response, you never wanted this. You never wanted to see a war between those who chose to live in order and those who felt like they were discarded by a system. The amount of destruction and bloodshed would haunt you with nightmares.

“What do you have to do with this? It’s Evelyn’s revenge isn’t it?”

“Evelyn’s like a mom to me. When I had no one, she found me and took me in. It’s my duty to follow her where she wants me to follow. The system killed divergents like Evelyn’s sister, they killed my parents in order to get me- a lowly divergent they can’t control. Her goal is the same as mine.”

You’re too shocked to answer with your normal laugh. You stare back at the boy beside you. How could you have expected him to choose you over Evelyn? Would this even count as a betrayal? Though Haechan had told you he was divergent long ago, it still made you shiver at the fact you could be the same. It's not like Haechan lied to you. He just swore to Evelyn that he wouldn’t tell you the plans. You felt like an outsider peeking in as if you weren’t supposed to.

“Won’t you be more at risk if you're divergent? What if you get hurt-”

He shakes his head, cutting you off a bit, “It’s a cause worth dying for if it comes to it. Evelyn’s briefed all of us on what we need to do in case of that. I can’t sit here and do nothing, knowing they took my family away from me.”

You think to yourself, you have no right to stop Haechan or the Arms from doing what they’re about to do when the system’s taken so much from them. Their homes, their loved ones- all stripped away because they couldn’t squish into one category that a test chose for them. Snapping out of your thoughts, Haechan’s voice turns cold. He says defiantly, “The plans are set y/n. You can either stay here or join us. But I have to do this. I have to do this for my parents.”

Slowly, you nod, “I understand.”

You walk over to grab your shirt off the floor, slipping it over your head before shutting off the light. You lay by Haechan, eyes stuck on the ceiling. Sleep was not going to comfort you tonight- that you knew. Haechan turns on to his side to face you, his cheek pressed against his palm, “I want you to stay here.”

“Why the hell would I do that Haechan?”

Haechan’s eyes widen at your sudden indifference in your tone, “Listen, I can’t protect you if I’m fighting out there. I will never forgive myself if you get hurt. I can’t bear to lose you. Hell, I might even love-”

Like ice cutting fire, you hold a finger at him, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Haechan closes his mouth, tensing his body. You continue, “You expect me to sit here and wait for you like a damsel in distress? Those are my people back here- my family, Dauntless, my friends. I don’t need your protection and I sure as hell won’t let you fight my fight for me.”

Huffing, you flip over away from Haechan, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. Haechan moves from his place to connect your body with his, your back pressed firm against his torso. He presses a fleeting kiss to the back of your head, “I’m sorry.”

A tear falls down your face, your nose running a bit. The air around you is cold again, you force yourself to sleep despite all the thoughts that plague your mind. You want to reach out to Haechan, hold him in your arms for one last time. You can’t. The room is too still.

4 weeks earlier [Chicago]

“Let me fucking go! Jeanine!”

The white-haired Erudite woman smiles down at Mark with a snicker on her face, “You’re a foolish child, you know that?”

Mark sits in his steel chair, restrained and bound by leather straps- nothing to do but to stare out of a fiberglass wall like a lab experiment. Mark’s face is bruised, the bridge of his nose is cut too- his eye swollen purple. Erudite members stand around her as they take notes on their glowing, silver pads- whispering to each other softly.

Jeanine laughs at him, smoothing down her prim proper uniform, “You are quite remarkable Mark. You harbored divergents for years without getting caught and now we find that you’re one yourself, wiggling your way into Dauntless leadership.”

“So what? I don’t fit into one faction and that’s something to kill me for?”

Jeanine raises an eyebrow, “Yes. Humans aren’t meant to have choice. Not in this world. People will obey us without any resistance.”

“So you get a choice and innocents don’t?”

Jeanine’s eyes are calculating and evil, she stares back at Mark like she’s cutting daggers into his soul, “Because I am the ruler. I deserve choice.”

Mark spits against the glass barrier, the color of his saliva is stained with red from blood, “Go to hell!”

Two words come out of Jeanine’s mouth, her lips turned down into a straight line, “Break him.”

“Now?”

“I said do it!”

An Erudite member scampers away, entering the room Mark sits in before stabbing the juncture of his neck with a violet serum. Mark’s head falls limp, groans floating from his lips. His eyes are wide open but at first, they seem unresponsive. Mark twitches a bit, his irises clouded with a violet rim around them. Then, Mark begins to scream. It’s a high pitched shriek, pain overtaking him from his head to his toes, tears streaming down his face. His hair is flat against his forehead, wet from the sweat that beads at his temples. Jeanine begins to chuckle in a malevolent way- enjoying Mark’s painful squirm. Suddenly, he stops struggling. Jeanine taps on the glass, “Mark, dear?”

Mark answers sternly, “Yes, Jeanine?”

“Can you tell me where the divergents are?”

Another Erudite member, a young girl who wears glasses and carries another pad with her treads towards Jeanine. Her voice barely comes out with a squeak, “Miss Jeanine…”

Jeanine barks at the girl, “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something here?”

The girl begins to shake, cowering under the taller woman’s gaze, “W-well… I-I just-t wanted to say...y/n’s aptitude results have been recovered.”

Jeanine raises an eyebrow, her pale skin illuminated under the fluorescent lighting, “Oh?”

“Her results are positive for divergent.”

“Well, I’ll be.”

The Erudite younger retracts back behind Jeanine, pushing up her glasses so they don’t fall. Jeanine lets out an amused chuckle, “Change of plans Mark. Can you find y/n and the rest of the divergents?”

“If that is your order.”

“You know what to do then.”

Mark winces from his body’s reaction to the serum, veins popping out from his temple. The magnetic hold on his soul becomes even stronger, his eyes consumed by an amethyst swirl. He grits his teeth, trying to fight the voice in his head that tells him to let go, to succumb to the force. All Mark can see is Jeanine’s wicked grin, her figure fading from his vision.

“Your wish is my command.”

[PART 3: Redemption] [PART 1: Simulations]

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