#whimpering desperately to signal her pain despite being alone

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"They say that from space the Earth looks like a small blue ball. I'll throw it for you Laika, if you'll chase it"

I just wanted to go on tiktok to see silly little skits why did it give me this

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ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴇɴ: Breakdown w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: oh my gosh i loved writing this one so much, like a reunion between the reader and daryl was what immediately popped into my brain whenever i saw this prompt. so, strap in because this is gonna get very emotional :`]

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Daryl was gone. Your boyfriend was gone and now you were all alone in a war that you didn't even know if you were going to win. Not only were you forced to watch Glenn and Abraham's death, you had to be held back as Daryl was taken, thrown into the back of a van as you struggled against Negan's men. It felt like a sick love story as he was snatched away from you.

Now here you were mentally scarred as well as tired and angry. You don't remember the last time you had slept and when you did, you would usually cry yourself to sleep. You were an unstoppable force, making constant plans, impulsive, basically ignoring and pushing away your friends.

No one could talk to you, no one could break down your walls that you had built up around yourself; if anyone were to ask about you, they would say that you weren't the same. There was no spark in your eyes, in your soul, the only thing fueling you was revenge and grief.

The one thing you hated was that you didn't know whether he was alive or not, and you were living as if you were already dead. You were with Rick, Michonne, Tara, Carl and Rosita, as your group had finally arrived a Hilltop. Seeing Maggie again with her short hair was strange, the remainder of it tucked under her jean hat. You watched from afar as Rick and her reconciled, your heart aching as you watched him apologize to her, and asking her how her baby was.

You would have liked to been able to have little Dixon's running around one day, seeing as though Daryl was already serving as a wonderful uncle and protector to Judith.

You watched as two figures walked out from behind a wall, Rick standing aghast as he pulled away from Maggie's hold. You froze as you watched him embrace Daryl, your body stuck in place. Tara nudged you, signaling for you to make a move as you just stared. It felt like everything had finally hit you all at once as you felt people's gazes, practically all of them burning holes into you as your tears began to form. This was the first time in ages that you had finally felt something, felt an emotion that wasn't driven by hate.

"Daryl.." You whimpered out before taking off in a sprint. He met you with the same amount of speed before your bodies collided, despite the air being knocked out of your lungs at the impact, there were tears falling out of your eyes as you sobbed loudly. You were practically on the verge of wailing as you went limp in his arms, yours that were wrapped around his neck with an iron grip. You both fell to your knees as you remained in each other's embrace, Daryl shedding a few tears himself.

You allowed all of your pain that you had pushed deep down inside you to resurface, chest heaving as your lungs desperately gasped for air.

"Oh my Daryl.." You whispered. You pulled back from him so you could cup his face, examining the heavy eye bags his handsome face now adorned, the trembling in his jaw as he looked at you too. "I never thought I'd see you again, but you're alive." You said the last part with a watery smile, a disbelieving laugh managing to weasel itself out of your throat. "'M here." He rasped, dragging you back into him so that you can embrace once more.

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Spring Pollen

Takami Keigo

word count : 5.0k

[ ✘ (nsfw 18+) ]  

genre : edging, gagging (glove use), sex pollen, public sex

bio: You and your coworker Hawks are caught off guard by a villain’s naughty quirk while on the middle of patrol.

author’s note : this is for bnha bookclub’s bingo event, for which i can now cross off the “sex pollen” slot ;) also pls go soft on me if this is rough as it’s my first hawks fic <3 TT

tags : @hawks-senseis​ @queensynderella​ @knifeewifee​ @prismaroyal​

also available on AO3 here

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Working beside the number two hero had its ups and downs. For one, you were insanely attracted to him, and you absolutely refused to admit it— to him, yourself, really anyone who asked. Not that it came up in conversation often, of course. You made sure of that.

The blonde was known for his go-with-the-flow, playful attitude, and you were not discluded from such a privilege, despite your many complaints. Deep down, you didn’t really mind his flirtatious behavior. Being a hero, even if you were only a sidekick at the moment, was tiring work. You did not have much time for yourself, let alone time to find men who you could flirt with or even go on dates with. Or even find a fuck buddy. 

God, it had been so long since you last received affection from a man. Work was your entire life now, and while you found comfort in knowing you were changing the world for the better— cleaning away the stain of evil on your city— you found yourself feeling lonely when you would return to your empty apartment each night.

So perhaps Hawks’ borderline suggestive comments were nice, welcome even. Not that you would ever tell him that. You would rather die than live with knowing he was privy to your thoughts; the mortification would simply be too much for you.

Little did you know, there was much desire and intention behind his seemingly meaningless flirting— for he, too, found you more than attractive. A walking, talking, gorgeous and independent woman who apparently wanted nothing to do with him— you were more than enough to catch his eye. But alas, you were years younger than the already-youthful hero himself, and you made it very clear to him that you did not want to do anything that could jeopardize your career at the agency the two of you were slaves to.

So the attraction went unspoken between the pair of you. Hawks would make a comment just a little too cheeky and you would roll your eyes or swat at him, and that would be the end of it. It would go on and on like this for months, and before you knew it, it had been almost a year of supporting the ever-popular winged hero. And everything was fine and good…

Until the red string on fate had to show its ugly face. And everything as you knew it was turned upside down on the head— the tall, prison-like walls you’d constructed to keep your feelings locked away all came tumbling down, right before your very eyes.

It had been a rather uneventful day of hero work, if you could recall correctly. Hawks had commented on your winged eyeliner that morning, saying how it made your eyes sparkle and give you an “avian edge”, which he found highly commendable. You had brushed him off, as usual, and the two of you had taken off to start your patrol, much like any other morning.

The sun was high in the sky, hanging cheerfully over the skyscrapers of the bustling city. The spring heat had not yet scorched the asphalt of the winding roads, a cool breeze tickling your skin as you walked beside the blonde hero. His large, scarlet wings were relaxed behind his shoulder blades, the very tips of his feathers brushing against your waist as you were pressed close to him on the busy sidewalk. It was all rather ordinary, looking back at it— you had just thrown away the wrappings from your on-the-go breakfast, feeling strengthened enough to take on whatever the day could possibly throw at you, when she appeared from what seemed like nowhere.

Hawks sprang into action immediately, recognizing the wicked glint in her eye much sooner than you. You were on a dull sideroad, almost an alleyway to be honest— a small street tucked away in the midst of the hasty city, sandwiched behind a few large buildings and the backs of restaurants. It was really the perfect place for a crime to occur, for there were few passerbys and no security cameras.

In just an instant, the number two hero was on his ass, nearly hacking up a lung as the offender sprayed a noxious cloud of pink spores directly into his face. The woman sported a vicious grin as she turned to you, and though Hawks tried his best to warn you of her attack, he found he could not speak— instead crumpling over to hold his stomach as his body seized with violent coughs. Just like that, you had fallen victim to her as well, your knees folding beneath you as your mind clouded over in a haze. You didn’t even register Hawks throwing her into the brick wall behind you, your brian too foggy to recognize anything before you. He was struggling to cuff the woman when he first began to sweat, his body beginning to tremble first in his chest, then spreading to his limbs and rushing into his veins, like the venom from a deadly serpent.

Your body felt hot— god, so hot— it was like liquid fire had been poured into your bloodstream, every cell of your body igniting into an all-consuming inferno. Sweat began to bead along your temple, the valley between your breasts, and the backs of your knees. You slumped onto the concrete beneath you, clammy palms scraping the rough pavement as you gasped for breath. But with each intake the symptoms only seemed to worsen, limbs growing weak and an intense pressure forming in your stomach, like an intruder attempting to burst through a barricaded door.

Hawks was busy fighting his own internal battle— the same feelings bubbling up inside of him as he clicked the quirk-canceling cuffs onto the assailant’s wrists, perhaps a notch or two too tight. He could feel himself coming to life underneath his trousers, fanning the growing fire in the pit of his stomach. “What did you do to us?” he bellowed, a mix between a groan and a growl. The tip of a ruby feather pointed itself at the base of her throat, a slight tremor shaking through the quill as his knees began to tremble.

The woman only laughed, amused by his blatant discomfort. Her eyes traveled over to your figure, curled into a tight ball on the ground. Hawks followed her gaze, distress panging through him as he realized the pained expression twisting your face.

“Reverse it,” he snarled, fists seizing the front of her shirt and pulling her body to sit upright.

But the villain only smirked, her busted lip not seeming to bother her as her eyes twinkled with malice. “Sorry, can’t do that,” she chuckled, though it came out sounding more like a wheeze, “no takesies-backsies.”

Hawks bared his teeth at her, his ferality getting the better of him as he slammed her against the brick wall another time. Her eyes fell closed and her body went limp, signalling she was out of commission for at least the time being.

“Damn it,” he groaned as her clothes slipped from his fingers, the digits opting to push into his wild tawny locks instead. Whatever quirk this woman had used on him was working too fast, and its effects were too strong. His cock was rock hard, straining against the confining material of his pants, and his body was becoming much too strung out from restraining his amplifying desire.

Chills rolled down his spine as you called out to him, your voice breathy and rough. His gloved hands clamped into fists as he shut his eyes, praying to whatever god there was to lend him the strength necessary to keep himself from tackling you and ripping off your clothes. He had never felt so desperate for you before— never had he needed to touch and taste every inch of you like he did right now. Whatever longing he had harbored for you before this morning was nothing in comparison to the emotions clobbering his sense of self-control at the moment— god, if you even called out for him one more time, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from taking you, right here and now.

Little did he know, that was the one thing you wanted— needed, even— more than anything.

Your arms were crossed atop your chest, your knees tucking in to bend in front of them as you literally held yourself together. You could feel yourself leaking from between your legs, pussy twitching and itchy for any kind of attention you could get. “P-Please, Keigo,” you whimpered, your hands slowly trailing down your biceps, a palm clutching your own breast, thumb rubbing over the stiff nipple that stood out from beneath your hero suit.

Hawks couldn’t stand still for another second— the sound of his name from your lips too arousing, too intimate— he was on his knees before you in a flash. Both of you moaned as his lips slotted over yours, not a moment to spare as your body unfurled and wrapped around his frame, pulling him flush against yourself. His tongue pushed into your mouth, the tip twirling with yours and gliding against the back of your teeth.

Lost in the pleasure of his mouth on yours, your hands wandered over his shoulders, his chest, one taking root in his silky, fine hair. You could smell his aftershave wafting off his cheeks, the stubble on his chin tickling you as he began to kiss and nip at your jaw. He was insatiable, and so were you— your hands groping and wandering all over each other. Neither of you could get enough. 

You couldn’t believe that this was really happening, in the middle of this secluded, public alleyway, during your patrol as heroes— figures that the citizens of your city looked up to, no less. Yet you couldn’t find a shit to give, and Hawks had abandoned all sense of rationality the moment you dared to cry out for him. He didn’t seem to mind the public setting, for he didn’t harbor a shred of hesitance as he swatted your hand away from your chest. His own palm squeezed your breast as he suckled on your throat, making his first of many marks that would grace your skin.

It wasn’t long before he had you against the brick wall, your body snug between his firm torso and the roughness of the bricks at your back. His face trailed further south, his absence at your neck leaving your saliva-covered skin to prickle with cold. But you weren’t left pining for more long— his teeth gripping onto your nipple through your shirt, kissing and sucking at your covered chest as his hands careened down your waist, cupping your ass and lifting you off your feet just enough for your toes to drag across the pavement.

Your heart leapt into your throat as Hawks sunk to his knees, folding your legs over his shoulders and pressing his face into the apex between your thighs. His strong arms flexed as he held you up against the wall, your legs twitching as he pressed a line of kisses into your skin. Somehow you managed to wriggle out of your bottoms, your soaked panties now on full display for the winged hero, who only groaned at the sight before his tongue began to lather at the front of the material, right over your aching slit.

You felt itchy, itchier than you’d ever been before, your cunt pulsing and squeezing around nothing as you tried to wiggle your hips closer to his mouth. “H-Hawks,” you gasped as his teeth pinched the cloth, pulling it back and letting go, just to watch it snap against your drooling center.

“No, no, little bird,” he murmured sinisterly, taking a second to rub his nose along your slit, smirking at the clearly visible line of wetness that had soaked through the material. The teasing was torture, your body screaming for him to touch you again, for even more this time.

You cut him off, too impatient for his games. “Please touch me,” you begged, breath ragged in your chest.

Golden eyes turned to slits as he grit his teeth, fighting himself not to just whip out his cock and thrust into you right then and there. “If you’re gonna beg, do it properly. I wanna hear my name, dove.”

You couldn’t handle another second of agony; everything felt like it was on fire, every inch of you ready to be used, destroyed at his disposal. “Please fuck me— I— please Keigo, I need you so bad, I can’t stand it anymore!”

Hawks grinned as he ripped your panties off your body, the splitting of the seams shocking you into looking down at him. If anything, the ferocious action only turned you on even more than before, and you screamed out as his tongue immediately wove into your tight little hole. Your entire body shook as his hot muscle slithered in and out of you, alternating between tracing your entrance and rubbing against your slick, gummy walls.

There was nothing you could do but bask in the euphoria he was giving you, your jaw falling open as his tongue retracted and he wrapped his lips around your clit instead. Your eyes slammed shut, moans escaping you as your fingers delved into those bronze locks, fisting them as you ground against his face. His chin rubbed against your weeping entrance, and Hawks found himself wishing he had two tongues, so he could lap up the delicious slick that poured out of your gushing hole.

But it stopped all too soon, a sob choking out of you when he stopped satiating you with his mouth. His hand guided one of your thighs off his shoulder, placing your foot on the pavement and giving your shaking limb an encouraging squeeze before he took his hand away. His slanted eyes locked with yours as he brought his hand to his mouth, teeth securing the edge of his glove and ripping the accessory off, revealing his long, slender fingers to your lustful gaze. The hero then crumpled the leather into a tight ball, extending his arm up to your face and pressing it against your lips.

“Can’t have my dove making too much noise now, can I?” he mumbled, a feathered brow quirking up to give him a classic, mischievous look. “Too noisy and we’ll have to cut our fun short.”

At that you shyly opened your mouth, allowing him to press the glove past your lips. Once it was secure, his thumb brushed over your cheek as he grinned, his fingers then sliding down to pinch at your nipples. You moaned at the sensation, the leather glove in your mouth muffling the noise almost completely.

Hawks’ smile only broadened at that, leaning forward to take your clit into his mouth again. Your hips bucked against him, the thigh over his shoulder curling tighter and pressing him closer to you. It felt good— so incredibly good to have his tongue entertaining your pearl of nerves, lathering and swirling it, even using his teeth to graze against it. Your head fell back onto the wall behind you, eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers around your leg dug into your flesh, his other hand squishing at your chest before trailing down your waist, then down your thigh.

Suddenly his fingers were toying with your entrance, your slick stringing as he spread his fingers, golden gaze eagerly drinking up the sight of your arousal. Oh, how he’d longed for the day he could finally do this to his sweet little sidekick— to be able to lick and kiss and nip at your most sensitive parts, only to hear you moan and whine his name, gasping for more. It was even better that his glove was shoved into your mouth, muting your saccharine voice just enough so that no one else could hear you— your noises of pleasure were his and only his to hear, to soak up, and indulge in.

You cried out as two digits slipped inside of you, your wetness never having been so overt in your life. The extra slick dripped down the tops of your thighs, your pussy shamelessly slobbering for the man currently knelt between your legs. Your velvet walls sucked his fingers deeper inside, milking them as your cunt clenched uncontrollably, his tongue relentlessly lashing against your swollen clit. Hawks’ fingers pumped into you steadily, sheathing and pulling out just the first two knuckles into your waiting hole time and time again. The movements initially were slow, as if testing the waters. But after a few exploratory thrusts, he pushed the digits inside of you as far as he could, curling them toward himself and prodding your spongy walls.

He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop— you tasted too damn delicious, and his cock was leaking into his briefs at the premise of being inside you, your stifled sounds only adding fuel to the fire in his stomach. Your body was beginning to show signs of near-orgasm, and it only made him more excited to see you so reactive for him. Your eyes were shut tight, fingers pulling on his golden tresses so tightly he could feel his mind practically spinning. And your legs were trembling, almost so badly that he wondered if you were going to collapse on top of him at any moment.

You whimpered as his hand switched angles, the very tips of his fingers rubbing right against the most sensitive spot inside of you. Hawks noticed your body twitch, even though you tried your best to keep your reaction a secret to him, ashamed to already be so close to cumming. But the winged hero was feeling anything but shame— pressing his fingers into that spot again and again, savoring how your cries became louder underneath his glove in your mouth, your limbs quivering against his skin. You tried to warn him, your thigh squeezing tight around his shoulder, your fingers lacing even tighter into his hair, spine stiffening.

Hawks seemed to know what was coming, for his fingers began flicking back and forth inside of you, stimulating that soft, spongy spot that made stars blur at the corners of your vision. Your toes curled tight inside your boots, tears pooling between your eyelashes, your body feeling as though it was trapped inside an elevator surging toward the thousandth floor of a skyscraper. The tension was building, building, oh it was so close— you could practically see the heavenly, orgasmic light shining just before you, and then—

He pulled back.

Had his glove not been occupying your mouth, your whine of anguish would have echoed off the stone walls of the alleyway, your body slumping into his arms in complete dejection. Your brows were furrowed in torment, wondering how in the world Hawks had the strength to pull away from you when you were in such a state— you were practically imploring for his attention, body so hot and willing that you’d let him do anything he could possibly want to you.

You were too lost mourning the lost orgasm to notice Hawks haphazardly shoving his pants down, pulling his black, tight shirt halfway up his abs. His cock sprang up from its confines, his eyes just slits as he focused his gaze on your dripping cunt, still twitching in misery from his teasing torture. You only realized you were being maneuvered once it was too late— he had dropped the leg that had previously rested on his shoulder, instead taking the other and pushing it to press up against the wall, his fingers digging into your thigh. He was upright now, teeth taking the tip of your ear hostage as he rutted his heavy cock against your saturated slit.

Fresh waves of lust rippled through your body, your bones turning cold with white-hot anticipation. You could feel everything— his member sliding against your entrance, gliding against you from head to base, even the veins decorating his shaft as they brushed against your aching core.

Hawks’ breath was heavy in your ear, but that only made you want him more. It was the only physical sign that he was just as affected as you; the soft groan falling from his lips as you bucked against him was proof enough of that. Yet somehow he staved off from thrusting into you, despite your pussy coating his whole length in your slippery love syrup.

You tried to complain, but the glove between your lips jumbled any words into a muted mess.

He seemed to be amused by your efforts, his honey gaze seizing yours. “If I take that out for you, do you promise you’ll be a good little dove for me? Can’t have you singing too loud, alright?” His words were music to your ears, and you quickly nodded your head, eager to prove yourself to him. But he didn’t move a muscle; only his tongue wandered out to swipe across his bottom lip, which then disappeared between his teeth. His eyes darted south, and before yours could follow suit, he pushed inside you to the hilt.

You screamed as he forced your elastic walls to stretch around him, the thickness of his cock taking you by surprise. Intense pleasure burst into your body as he pulled out halfway, sheathing himself back inside almost immediately. Hawks’ eyes were shut tight, savoring the way your cunt hugged him so perfectly. Already you were milking him, and he knew there was no way he could last.

It didn’t matter, really, because the instant his hand slid down your pelvis and his fingers began to toy with your clit, you were gone. Instantly that intense pressure built just like it had before, for a split second it was all you could feel. And then you were crashing through your orgasm, his name the only thing on your brain. You called it out again and again, ecstasy zipping through your veins and toward the intense heat that the villain’s quirk had produced. The sensations clashed in a fiery explosion, your entire body straining as you did your best to handle the pleasure, your pussy wringing tight around Hawks’ cock.

Hawks gasped, his head falling to your shoulder at the intensity— at the snugness of your cunt like a vice around him, at the sound of your muffled cries for him, at the way your body trembled in his hands. He didn’t wait long, though, for after the initial shock of your orgasm arriving, his hips began to ruthlessly smack against yours. His grip was now tight on your body, fingernails digging little crescents into the skin of your thigh and your asscheek, which he pulled back to slide himself even deeper inside of you.

Your head smacked against the brick as it fell backwards, the pleasure flowing endlessly through your entire body. It was only then that Hawks bothered to take his glove from between your lips, and you immediately gasped for the sweet rush of air that filled your mouth. Small noises of content slithered out of you with every crash of his hips against you, impossible for you to silence the constant “hah” and “yes”’es. Not that Hawks seemed to really mind— in fact, he was eating up every sweet noise that left your throat, cherishing the cute, dazed look on your face as he pummeled your tight little cunt with his fat cock.

It was wrong to be this attracted to his sidekick, he knew. But maybe that was why it felt so fucking good, too— the forbidden, unspoken attraction that hung between the pair of you like a heavy shadow whenever you were together. The line had been crossed, and god, was the grass greener on the other side. If this was what being with you felt like, he didn’t want to go back. He couldn’t— he’d tasted your sweet ambrosia and he could never push you away again. You were pouring life into him as you took his cock so perfectly, and he could feel nothing but euphoria as he slammed your cunt onto himself again and again.

His release was building, but goddamn it, he was gonna hold out for as long as he could. He was gonna make you feel as good as he possibly could, and hopefully it was something that could mirror the intense bliss that you were giving him. From the way your irises rolled back in your skull, your nails gripping into his muscles tightly as your jaw hung ajar, his name slipping through your lips every other thrust— he guessed he was doing a pretty good job.

Meanwhile your brain was nearly liquefying in your skull, the aftershocks of your orgasm still stinging your bones with pleasure. Hawks never let you come down from your high, and he was doing a damn good job at keeping you on cloud nine— his hand holding up your thigh so he had a better angle to continue drilling into that sweet, springy spot inside of you. His wings began to flutter and stretch behind him, flapping gently with each swing of his hips. It felt so good that you could barely keep yourself from screaming for him, from letting the entire city know that it was him who was fucking you so good.

“K-Keigo,” you choked, a tear sliding down your cheek. Hawks moaned at the sound of his name on your voice, leaning forward to lick up the saline bead before he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a shocking contrast to how hard he was pounding into you just a short distance south. “Feels so— agh! fuck— good, oh my goddd.”

Hawks nipped at your throat, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became more shallow, his pace beginning to falter. “You like my cock, dove?” he growled, chest heaving as that intense pressure started to build in his stomach. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ wet for me— T-Tight! Hah, shit— s’too fuckin’ good baby.”

You could only moan at his words, cunt clenching down on him on its own accord. Hawks gasped at the feeling, teeth sinking into your throat as the heat of the quirk clashed with the heightened tension in his abdomen. The collision of the two sensations proved to be too much for the winged hero to handle, a groan rumbling his throat as he painted your insides white with ribbons of cum, his wings unfurling and each individual feather quivering in sheer ecstasy. His body shook, muscles taut as he emptied himself into your dripping cunt, arms wrapping tight around your waist as he gasped for breath.

The heat from your bodies began to dwindle, the villain’s quirk exiting your systems and rendering the two of you boneless, breathless, and satisfied like never before. It suddenly dawned on you that you were in the middle of an alleyway, the cool spring breeze touseling Hawks’ blonde hair before your eyes. He was still wrapped around you, trying to catch his breath as his cock continued to throb against your silken walls. The pair of you stood still against the brick wall, the fact that you’d just crossed such a serious line with your closest coworker setting in. There was a sense of dread that began to bloom in your chest, your suppressed feelings for the hero unleashed and thriving, now more than ever.

Before you could overthink for another second, Hawks pulled back, warm golden eyes peering into yours. “I gotta say, dove,” he murmured, a hand coming to cup your jaw and stroke his thumb across your skin, “that was definitely the best quirk I’ve ever been hit with on the job.”

You chuckled at that, the weight of the situation instantly lightening up as you gave him a slow nod of agreement. Your heart began to beat quickly as you gathered the courage to take it a step further than his confession. “I’m glad it was with you,” you replied quietly, meekly averting your gaze to the side.

Hawks hummed, thumbing over your cheek again as a smile rose to his lips. He pressed his mouth to yours again, fingers creeping into your hair as he pulled your face close to his. This kiss was unlike any you shared before, conveying only a sweetness, fondness even— a comforting reciprocation. You smiled against his lips, too, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back, your fear dissipating as fast as it had come.

“I’m glad, too,” Hawks mumbled between your kisses, pulling away to quirk a brow at you playfully. “Can you imagine if I was with Endeavor instead?” he made the both of you laugh before leaning in to press his lips against yours again, the image of the serious, number one hero and your coworker in such a situation too hilarious not to laugh. But just as you started to deepen the kiss, he couldn’t resist throwing in the punchline he’d set up.

“I’d be a damn rotisserie chicken by now.”

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sdfghj i never know how to end these and also why do i use this many dashes i am sORRY  if you enjoyed pls make sure to lemme know~~ 💕

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Mr. President

Chapter 20

TW: Explicit violence, mentions of guns, drugs trafficking, gory killing scene

Words Count: 3k

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At first, you’re more like a property to him. He learned that the only way he can keep something or someone around for a long time, is if he treats them like a property. Because human’s feelings change, and he needs to protect himself from hurting.

Everything that he’s told you, the reason behind the marriage, the purpose of you are all true.

He needs to marry anyway, as one of the stupid ancient condition his old father has set and he knows his father had set it to make him stay grounded.

He scoffs, wondering why his father doesn’t learn from his past mistakes. And that’s why he’s made a plan on his own, to marry someone without a powerful background, one he can easily dispose when it’s time, one who won’t be a liability to him. A tool.

And now that tool is missing. He pinches his temple, eyes shut close. He’s alone in his office, late at night because he doesn’t sleep well these days.

Since his wife had packed her bags, left him and gone missing.

He sighs thinking about the last argument he had with you. It’s your own fault for building castles in the air and mistaking those as his genuine gesture and fall in love with him. And he realises that because he is not stupid. And during that one night, he sees you, fully sees you and he can’t deny the desire it stirred in his mind. This may be a temporary marriage but it doesn’t mean that he can’t touch you. After all, you are his wife. He knows you are beautiful, he’d known it since the first day because he isn’t blind. Yet he knows he can’t touch you without your consent. Although he did slip up because he tends to lose his vigilance around you. And that’s how he came up with another proposal.

Yet the proposal took a very different turn and became your last straw to leave him.

He couldn’t believe that you’re stupid enough to fall in love with him. Don’t you fear him? You know he’s dangerous yet you still confess your love to him and he doesn’t know whether to worship you at your feet or spanks you for it.

He’s never led you on and has never failed to remind what you are to him, simply an object yet you still fall for him.

He lets out another heavy sigh. Because frankly, he doesn’t know what to do. All of these aren’t supposed to happen and you’re not supposed to love him.

He had put up barriers and boundaries around himself and that’d made it very hard for anyone to simply approach him. People don’t approach him unless they want something from him and he’s well aware of it because he knows how the world works. Not to mention the fact that he’s the leader of the biggest mafia gang, notorious for all sorts of services they offer; machinery, assassinations, bribery, illegal weaponry, drugs trafficking and namely everything else. That had made it a billion times more difficult for anyone to approach or him to let anyone in.

And you’re well aware of it.

But you still fall for him.

He just doesn’t get it; how you’re able to fall for him despite knowing who he is and what he’s capable of.

He scoffs thinking how he could easily kill you. You’re too soft, weak and fragile.

Yet you still fall for him.

Despite knowing how easily he could kill you.

And without asking for anything in return.

And Jimin doesn’t find that believable at all. And at the face of such genuine adoration, he doesn’t know what to do. Because who on earth would be stupid enough to do that?

But you did. You are his stupid wife.

And that makes it even easier to kill you, not just by him. And the thought of anyone laying a finger on you angers him. It makes him want to kill someone. Tear their limbs one by one. Burn them alive. There’s just too many options.

But first he has to find you.

He sighs, for the hundredth time. You’re such a headache.

And that’s when his phone rings. A call from a private number.

“If it isn’t Y/N’s beloved husband..”

Jimin could feel his whole body tensing. “Who are you?”

The person from the other end laughs. “Damn, I need to come find you more often so you’d remember. You beat me into a pulp before.. and now I want leverage. You think you can just take my sister for free?“

Jimin’s hand clamp in a tight fist. “Jay.”

“You remember.. not bad. You see, when you take my little sister, you’ve caused me some complications. You can say she’s my source of income. She’s a pretty slut, no denying that. And I could’ve earned fortunes from selling her off. And you-“

“How much do you want?” Jimin cuts him off.

“Ah.. you’re a smart man.” He laughs before his tone turns serious again. “100 million won would do. For now. And don’t bullshit me saying you don’t have money or whatever. I know you have that much.”

“Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll text you the time and place. And don’t think of calling the police or bring your little friends. I have someone powerful backing me. She’s my little sister, but I’m not gonna hesitate to do anything if you don’t listen to my words. Right, little sister?”

A shrieking scream piercing through the phone is the last thing Jimin hears before Jay hangs up. Jimin’s whole body filled with rage and he grips his phone so tight it almost breaks into two.

“He’s not gonna come...” you slur, your vision not entirely clear and your swollen lips making it hard to enunciate words once Jay finishes his phone call to your husband.

“We’ll see about that bitch. And if he doesn’t.. count your time now..” he says in full malicious tone.

You don’t know how long you’ve been knocked out again but you wake up when you hear commotions.

“And the knight is finally here.” You hear your brother’s voice.

You struggle to focus on your vision. Your whole body freezes when your husband comes into view.

There’s no way Jimin’s here.

Perhaps it’s just a hallucination.

It’s a whole level of pathetic, you think. Because even when you’re in this state, he’s all you could see.

Perhaps you’re really nearing the end of your life, and your mind conjures whatever it desperately wants the most.

“Clara, what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” The person hisses.

And it’s weird because it’s your husband’s voice.

You blink several times.

And there really is your husband, walking into the warehouse alone. He can’t had possibly willingly walks into a lion’s den alone like that? It’s like a death wish.

Clara turns immediately as soon as she sees Jimin. “Ah.. Jimin.. my Jimin..”

Someone comes and pushes Jimin forward and makes him sit on a chair and tie his hands on his back.

You swallow thickly. You still can’t process the fact that your husband is here.

He finally turns to look at you and he stares at you for several moments, just taking in the sight of battered you covered in bruises and blood and you see the clench in his jaw.

You let out a gasp when the guy standing beside him takes out his gun and points the muzzle on the back of his head. You feel anger bubbling inside you at the sight of it.

Gathering all source of strength, you yell, “Leave my husband out of this Jay!”

Jay quickly steps forward and leaves a stinging slap on your cheek. “If you dare hurt him..” you start and earns another slap from him, making you whimper in pain. You cough several times, your throat feels like burning.

Jimin eyes you furiously. “Keep quiet. Don’t make any sound.” He says, jaw still clenched very tightly. “Clara, what the fuck is this? Why are you here?”

She comes and slowly sits on Jimin’s lap. You notice how he doesn’t flinch away or jerk from her touch. “Baby.. we’ve dealt for years.. good business, good sex. And then you’re suddenly married and you just.. I don’t know, changed?” She says as she runs her fingers across your husband’s cheek.

Jimin just glares at her. “Why did you help him?”

She runs her hand down from his cheeks to his jaw and then settles on his chest, palms flat against them. She shrugs then. “I don’t know.. you know I’m a little crazy. I like having fun. And things.. had been boring. Business is boring, you are boring.. and perhaps I’m trying to put you in place a little, you asshole.” She glares at him.

He gives a very murderous look. “I’m gonna make sure you regret this.”

She leans closer. “Awww shh baby.. I’m not gonna hurt your precious little wife..” and closer. You realize she’s about to kiss him and you hastily look away. You don’t want the last memory you have of your husband before you die is being kissed by another woman. She gets up from his lap, fingers still faintly brushing him everywhere. Then she smirks. “But maybe he will.” She laughs and then exits through the door.

“Did you come with what I ask for?” Jay asks and Jimin juts his chin towards a large black duffel bag on the floor beside him that you hadn’t realized. Jay grins. “Nice doing business with you.. brother in law.”

“Now let us go.” Jimin says.

Jay stops inspecting the money inside the bag and turns to look at him. “No, don’t think it’s that easy..” He signals something and one of his men comes forward. “See, perhaps you don’t really know my sister.. but let me tell you this. She is a fucking whore. And I’m gonna let her be a whore. And you.. you’re going to watch every single men here stick their dick into her pussy.”

Your whole body goes numb as soon as you hear that. Desperately, you glance at your husband. He doesn’t look at you but instead just stares at your brother. You’ve never seen him look so murderous before. Your eyes widen in panic when they pull you from the chair and then roughly push you till you’re kneeling on the floor on all four.

“J-Jimin-” you say, voice thick with desperation.

“Sshh.. shh little sister.. don’t worry.. perhaps your husband might even get hard from this. Don’t you want to please your husband?” Jay smirks.

You feel you eyes start to water when your brain reaches an end and think that there’s no way of escaping this.

He calls one of his men and several others starts to approach as well, all wearing the same look of lust. Jay grabs a handful of your hair and yank it backwards, forcing you to look up. “She’s all yours..”

The nearest guy smirks and licks his lips as he looks at you and starts to strip his pants. You look away immediately. You let out a cry when the guy kneels beside you and yanks your jeans down, exposing your bottom.

“No, no please, please-“ you start to beg and Jimin hisses.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He grits. “Don’t beg.”

You look at him and find him staring right back at you.

“Just look at me.” He says and fresh set of tears run down your cheeks.

The guy smacks your behind making you cry in pain and you almost collapse to the ground but he holds your waist firmly, groping each side harshly. Then, you feel a hand slides from your shoulder towards your throat and slowly starts choking you.

Your head starts to spin from the lack of air supply and you want to scream so badly but no words could come out. The pressure on your throat is so immense and your lung starts to ache.

Then you see a knife hovering in front of you.

A moment of realization hits you that you’re really about to die and it suddenly makes it so imperative that you tell something to Jimin.

“J-Jimin- I love-“

But before you could finish your words, you hear people bursting the doors open and people in suits come rushing in large quantity.

You try to focus your vision on your husband.

His face is calm. Too calm.

Your sight moves towards the crowd rushing in again and briefly sees Taeseok among them and a rush of relief runs through you. The guy choking you eases his grip on your throat instantly as he gets distracted and you feel like collapsing immediately as you struggle to breath again.

Everything happens so quickly. Someone rushes to your husband’s side and unties him and then he’s beside you instantly while someone else unties you. You try your best to glance behind you and sees Jungkook frantically untying you after fixing your clothes.

“Y/N oh my god-“

Jimin quickly shrugs his coat off his shoulder and immediately covers you. He looks at you as he holds you tight. His embrace is so warm and you just want to close your eyes and lean against him. “Keep your eyes open, we’re getting out of here.” He says roughly.

You’re not entirely sure with your vision but you think someone gives Jimin a gun and he starts shooting at people and you freeze, sounds blaring so loudly in your ear. You let out a strangled scream and you squirm away under his embrace that he looks down immediately. Then he looks at Jungkook.

“Jungkook.” He says and Jungkook nods and you feel yourself slipping out of Jimin’s hold while Jungkook brings you flush against him.

For a moment, there are just sounds of guns, people screaming and punches being thrown.

Jungkook pulls you to the side where it’s safer but you just can’t shut your eyes when there’s too many things going on. You then try to focus on your husband. He’s a good few metres away from you and you couldn’t clearly see the face of the other person but you think Jimin’s holding the guy that was going to rape you just now. And then he shoots him right in the head without thinking. And then another shot right at his chest even though the guy’s already crumbling to the ground, lifeless.

Someone then comes up and thrusts your brother to Jimin, making him kneel in front of your husband. You don’t see it before but you now notice that he’s holding a knife on his right hand. Jay’s expression turns horror as Jimin nears him. And then slowly, your husband carves his face with the knife as your brother’s inhuman shriek fills the warehouse.

Your eyes go wide with horror as you watch the traumatising scene unfolds. You feel a scream bubbling from deep inside your throat yet they’re unable to escape from your lips. Your throat somehow still feels constricted.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jungkook mutters and you realize his grip on your arms tightens.

It’s slowly getting more quiet in the warehouse as most of your brother’s or Clara Kim’s men are now dead as they were hugely outnumbered by Jimin’s people. You then realize that he’s taking his time with your brother.

“What did you say you’re about to do to my wife? Cut out her face?” He chuckles. “Let me show you the real art.”

He leans close.

And then he carves your brother’s right eye out while he shrieks in pain.

“This is for touching my wife.”

And then he carves the other one.

“This is for messing with me.”

The scream finally escapes your lips.

“Fuck-“ Jungkook says and quickly covers your eyes and mouth.

The screaming doesn’t stop for a few more minutes and you think you’ll remember your brother’s inhuman scream till the day you die.

“Jimin stop it. She’s gonna get a trauma.” You hear someone says. Jin..?

You hear footsteps approaching you and then suddenly, Jungkook’s hand is being yanked away and your husband’s face comes into view. His forehead beaded with sweat and his expression furious.

You look at him in horror, frankly still traumatised and terrified at him.

But he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he thrusts a gun into your hand. “Do you want to kill him?”

Your panic immediately and clutched his arm desperately. “No, no please- let’s just go-“

“Ssh.. ssh I’m here.” He takes back the gun. “And we’re gonna get out of here.” He pulls you into his embrace, cocks the gun and fire a shot straight into Jay’s head.

Your entire body freeze. You watch in horror as your brother’s life starts seeping out, his breathing ragged until finally.. it stops.

“Good God- did you really have to shoot him in front of Y/N?” You hear Namjoon says.

“What?” Jimin asks, confused.

“God, you’re so stupid sometimes Park Jimin.” Yoongi says roughly.

Your husband finally turns to look at you and registers the paleness of your face. “Y/N, you okay?” He asks and then makes you stand to your feet. He keeps his hand steady on your waist and you’re thankful because you can’t feel your feet at all.

You don’t know how but from the corner of your eyes, you see someone who’s lying on the floor slowly lifts a gun and your eyes widen when you realize he’s aiming at your husband.

One of Jimin’s bodyguard sees it too and moves to kick the gun away and he did- but not before the guy cocks the gun and all the bodyguard manages to do is change the target, because the bullet hits you instead.

You fell to the ground immediately when the bullet cuts through your shoulder. It’s weird because it hurts so much that you almost feel nothing at all.

Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you.

For a brief moment, you think you see your whole life flashes by in your mind very quickly.

If you die right now at the hands of your husband.. that you’d fallen in love with.. it doesn’t seem so bad..

You smile.

Then slowly, you bring your hand up to Jimin’s face to touch him one last time.

And then everything blacks out.

A/N: I rarely write post chapter notes because I’m afraid it would destroy your emotions lol but I just wanna thank everyone who had given support since day 1.. the story would not have come this far without the kind words you guys gave me. I feel a little bit emotional because we’re almost more than halfway through with their journey.. haha okay I’ll stop here. see you guys in the next chap! 🥰

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Chained (Lady Dimitrescu x F!Reader)

Ok at first I thought this was Alex

Warnings: nsfw under the cut.

She was assigned to work in Chris’ team to find a civilian named Ethan Winters and his daughter Rose, who were abducted from their house. Their rescue is important because after his involvement in the Dulvey incident he was infected with the mold which was passed down to his daughter. Chris believes the kidnappers want to use their gift in some twisted way. 

Knowing Chris’ history of not being able to keep his men alive, she didn’t trust him enough to follow his commands, sometimes questioning his decisions and doing thing in her own way, which turned out to be effective too. Chris threatened her to kick her out of his team and place her under someone else’s command, but he knew that her rebellious nature would get her fired and she was too good in the field to be discharged. He would have to gain her trust. 

How she wished  he wouldn’t question her captain now. 

The squad got into the castle where the kidnaper, a woman named Miranda, was hiding. They were stunned by the beautiful renaissance architectural style from the inside, everything being a shade of crimson with golden inserts. The aesthetic created a relaxing atmosphere for the team, but they were quickly pulled back to the reality by their captain. 

“This seems too beautiful for a villain’s hideout” she remarked. 

“Focus on our mission.”

Despite his efforts one of their member still got missing. Chris ordered them to stay close and to not investigate on their own. He didn’t want to repeat the incident from Edonia.  However, she got away from the squad despite. His orders thinking she heard the missing man, but it was a trap set by those witches.

As she approached the source of sound she didn’t realise that the hall became more and more narrow and poor illuminated. She was in complete darkness, and the voice sounded like it was still far away. To make the matter worse, her light flickered meaning the battery was running out. 

“Y/N!” Chris was screaming in the radio. “Where the hell are you?”

“I don’t know, I got lost. It’s like these halls are changing. I swear on my way here I saw some paintings. Now they are all gone. Shit, I can’t see a thing, maybe they are still here.”

She heard some gunshots through the emission 

“Chris, is everything alright?” 

“…don’t….back…Miranda…”

“Chris!” The signal was cut off. 

Her light was cut off too. Surrounded by darkness, she got a better grip on her pistol and pressed her finger on the trigger. As she was wandering around on her way back she had a feeling she wasn’t alone anymore. 

She heard some steps behind her and quickly turned around aiming at the possible enemy, but it was nothing there. Sighing in relief, she turned around to continue her walk, but bumped into someone. Yellow bright eyes were looking down at the small woman who was backing up slowly. Her company was tall, muscular, and judging by the large exposed chest she was a woman. She was standing there like a statue without saying a word. Freaked out Y/N pulled out her pistol and shot the woman in the head, who made a few steps back placing a hand on the wound. Y/N didn’t look back and ran past her finding a safe spot. 

She felt that gaze on her as she desperately ran to find Chris. She was trapped. Eventually she got tired of running and stopped to catch her breath. The radio was still off. She didn’t know if her team was alive or dead, or if that lady still followed her. In order to calm herself, she took a deep breath, letting the faint smell of wood and old furniture filling her lungs. It was the equivalent of a library.  She let herself dip into the silence. When her heart stopped beating in her year and she could hear, very dimly, the sound of a piano playing.

“…im going crazy..” She thought. 

“Enjoy the piano?” A firm, feminine voice asked her. She turned around and saw the same woman from early. Her outfit was fitting the aesthetic of the place, wearing a white dress with a crimson flower attacked to her dress, and a big black hat with black leather gloves. Her big smile exposed her perfect teeth. Not to mention she was very tall, Y/N being high up to her chest. She was still a beautiful woman. 

“I would enjoy a way out to be honest.”

“Come with me.”

She didn’t had a choice and she followed her.

The wood was cracking under their feet as they walked through the halls. The woman didn’t say a word, not introduce herself. The only thing Y/N could do was to look around and try to memorize as much as possible her surroundings in case she needs to run again.

“Don’t even think” her attention was back again on the stranger. “You won’t be able to leave by yourself.”

“Where’s Ethan?” Her eyes were fixated on her curvy figure and on the way she balanced her hips while walking.

“That’s where im taking you”

“You’re bluffing. We’ve been here before, I remember. We’re walking around in circles.”

The woman stopped and let out a chuckle. Then, she turned around and smacked Y/N so hard that she sent her flying across the room. The impact was so hard that she loft her consciousness. The only thing she remembers is the blury image of the woman approach her.

She woke up in a dungeon. The wooded smell was replaced with a rotten flesh and blood one. Her head still hurt from the impact. The woman tied her up on a metal table, with her hand laying beside her body. Her weapons, radio and other gear was taken away, leaving her in a turtleneck and cargo pants only. She tried to break from her restraints, the sound of chains hitting the metal surface echoing in the room.

Not long after she woke up the tall woman made her appearance. She walked to her side, caressing her face and removing some strands of hair from her forehead.

“How come a beautiful woman like you works with such beasts.”

She couldn’t help but blush when she heard the remark. She chose to remain silent.

“Im so happy that i took off that savage equipment off your body so i can have a better look at these curves” she trailed with a gloved hand the sides of her abdomen, sending shivers down her spine. It was a soft touch she didn’t experience in a long time. It wasn’t a good time to be touch starved.

The woman bend over her body, her chest pressing against her body and sending a warm wave down her lower abdomen. She removed the fabric that covered her neck and began to lick the tender flesh. Y/N dug her nails in the metal table when she felt the warm tongue licking and nibbling her flesh, and when the woman properly bit her she let out a scream. She was constantly moving like she was searching a vein causing her an immense pain. When she started to suck out her blood it didn’t hurt anymore, her screaming being replaced with loud whimpers.

The woman raised herself to let her breathe. Y/N liked the warm coming from the vampire’s body and she was disappointed when she was hit by the cold breeze.

“I don’t want to kill you, yet.”

“I didn’t know you kind existed.”

“You don’t know many things.” She began to caress her side again, going to her side boob to her hip and up again.

“I always enjoy a mortal’s body. So fragile and easy to break. But also very interesting to please.”

She closed brought her legs closer, feeling her core heating up.

“You blood pressure is high, and your face is all red. I don’t think you’re scared little girl.” She laughed at the conclusion.

“Just do it.” She spat out the words, feeling ashamed she let herself falling for her instincts. In the same time, she wanted the woman so bad.

The woman slid her hands underneath her shirt and reached her boobs, which fit perfectly into her big and large hands. She started to squeeze them firmly, then she raised her shirt and lowered the bra in such manner to release her nipple. The skin hardened in the contact with the cold air, but soon her hands found them again and began to roll the nipple between her fingers. She brought her mouth to one of them and sucked it, leaving lipstick and some of her blood on the skin. The other hand was working the nipple. Y/N tried to lif her legs but she couldn’t because of her restraints.

“Let me help.” The woman went to the end of the table and began to remove the cuffs. Y/N knew it was no point to escape because if her legs were free, her hands were still cuffed. Besides, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave.

The vampire freed her legs then she went to unbutton her pants. She grabbed both pants and panties and pulled them down revealing Y/N white smooth skin. She bent her knees and spread her legs. The woman kneeled lifted her dress and kneeled at the end of the table. It wasn’t an issue because she was very tall.

She bent over the table again with her boobs laying on the metal table, her mouth being close to Y/N pussy. She spread her folds and pressed so she could expose her clit, then she pressed her mouth sucking the wetness.

Y/N raised on her tiptoes from the pleasure. Her mouth was hot and her fangs pressed occasionally on her folds sending her head in the clouds. The vampire started to circle the bud with the tip of her tongue, them suck it. She wanted to suck blood from the flesh so bad but she didn’t want to stop her from moaning. Living in the castle tends to be lonely, and eventually you get tired of your minions. The only fun she gets nowadays is with her prisoners.

The vampire lifted her dress so she could slide her hand between her legs. She found it so hot when the mortals are moaning. She continued working her clit, then she moved to her entrance. She tasted so sweet, a vanilla flavour different from what she experienced so far. She moved in circles inside her, then she started to move in and out. Y/N was rocking her hips according to her tongue motions. The vampire pulled out her tongue and placed it again between her folds, but this time she didn’t move her face and let Y/N ride it instead. The hand began her panties started to move faster.

The mortal’s moans were increasing meaning she is approaching her climax. The vampire pressed a hand on her belly to stop her and began to lick her clit again until she finally came. She removed her face and continued to work on her own orgasm which didn’t take long to achieve.

Y/N took a while to get back to reality. By the time she was finally herself, the vampire was gone and her handcuffs were removed completely from both of her limbs. She got up and put on the pants, and went to explore the are.

As she explored the dungeon, she heard some moans coming from a cell. She rushed to it hoping this time there isn’t a trick again. The cell was opened, and inside a blond man was cuffed and beginning to wake up. She immediately recognised him. It was the man from the file and the reason why she’s here. She just found Ethan Winters. Quickly she went to check if he was hurt, but by her relief he just had some minors bruises.

“Wh-who are you?” He asked confused.

“Im not here to hurt you, im here to rescue you.” She helped him to stand up and walked out the cells.

This wasn’t a victory. Yes, she found Ethan, but her gear was gone and she was carrying an injured man in an unknown place. She needed to protect herself and the man, and that was difficult without her gun. Her priority is to find Chris and the res of the squad. Or whoever survived.

[naberiie]

thirteen minutes

As Sabé pilots the stealth vessel down onto Mustafar, tracking the signal from Padmé’s royal starship, she can pretend for a moment that everything will be alright. The chromium vessel glints like a starknife’s edge in the boiling crimson and scarlet of this world, cutting through the volcanic ash with ease, the tracking signal a steady--a healthy--heartbeat. For a moment, Sabé can tell herself she was simply being too paranoid, as usual. Thirteen minutes will not have made the difference, she lies, and knows that the words are too hollow to even try to believe. Thirteen minutes behind Padmé’s ship had been as fast as Sabé could depart. Once more Sabé wonders if Padmé would have rushed here if she had known her Sabé was so close, so desperate to help. Moteé and Ellé had sent her the message as soon as their mistress had left, but still the Captain of Amidala’s Royal Handmaidens worries that she had moved far too slowly. Time is constricted, breathless; something terrible is unfolding and Padmé is alone at the heart of it.

Aside from the starship, the landing platform is empty. In the midst of the perpetual roiling landscape that surrounds it, it’s far too still. Death and pain linger above it like a scab picked raw. And then Sabé’s eye catches on the figure lying, unmoving, on the platform.

She curses and throws the ship down, extending the ramp even before it touches down. Alarms scream back at her but she overrides them all. The knowledge that her paranoia had been right all along is drowned before it can fully live under the terror and panic of seeing her oldest friend, her most beloved, injured and alone and still, so, so, so terribly still.

Sabé jumps down onto the landing platform and immediately the soles of her shoes begin to burn. Sulfur weighs down the atmosphere and Sabé wants to scream again as she races to Padmé’s side--had the smoke inhalation knocked her out? Or had it been something, someone, else?

She falls to her knees by Padmé’s side. Ash coats her skin, her too-pale face, her hair. Her breathing is labored, struggling through her throat. “Padmé, flower,” Sabé begs. She works her fingers under the side of Padmé’s jaw and fights the despair that rises with the too-weak fluttering heartbeat. She fumbles for Padmé’s hands. Her fingernails have blood under them--her neck, bloody welts and scratches.

Despite the immortal inferno raging around them, the chill that races through Sabé could have frozen the entire galaxy.

As she carefully, gently lifts Padmé in her arms--too light, Sabé thinks, the fear in her throat, too light--someone calls her name. They almost sound relieved.

The droid.

She does not stop in her strides back to the ship, back to the clean air. In her arms, Padmé whimpers, the sound fragile. “Threepio. Tell me what happened.”

“It’s been such a terrible day, Master Sabé, such a terrible-”

“Shut up,” Sabé hisses, patience already frayed to a hair’s width. “Shut up and get to the point.”

“We followed Master Anakin here, but we didn’t know... we didn’t know Master Kenobi had hidden himself aboard before we left.” He follows her up the stealth vessel’s ramp, and his next words chill the very marrow of her bones. “We didn’t know, but Master Anakin didn’t believe her. Master Anakin thought she’d betrayed him. He got angry and...”

The claw marks on Padmé’s neck--her own, left by her own nails as she fought to breathe against invisible, crushing fingers--are stark in the artificial lighting of the vessel’s tiny medbay. Sabé stares down at them as she fixes an oxygen mask over Padmé’s mouth and nose. Thirteen minutes too slow. Thirteen minutes unlucky.

She wonders if gods move with their believers, or if Shiraya, too, is as helpless as Sabé on this burning planet.

“Where are they now?”

If the droid catches her frozen anger, he makes no mention. “I’m not sure. They started fighting.” He gestures, uselessly, and his next words are quiet. Genuine. “I’m very glad to see you, Master Sabé.”

Fighting, while Padmé lay unconscious on the ground. Animals, she hisses through her teeth. Selfish bastards. She hopes, selfishly, with another bright flash of anger, that they might kill each other.

If not, she’ll hunt down the survivor and kill him herself.

As the medical gear comes to life around them, Sabé doesn’t look at Threepio when she says, “You monitor her. Anything goes wrong, you come get me. Understood?”

“Yes. Are we leaving? What about Master Kenobi?”

Her lips curl back. Snarl, rather than a smile. “I don’t care.”

If she ever sees Anakin Skywalker or Obi-Wan Kenobi again, anger and blood coiling in her stomach, she will rip out their throats before even their Force can warn them of her blistering, consuming rage.

She will annihilate them for leaving Padmé, alone, injured, and unconscious on that platform. The rest of the galaxy be damned.

[limerental]

My first Geraskefer Wolfbarge bingo @geraskeferbingo is my 69th fic posted on ao3 and thus harkens back to my very first fic posted on ao3 back in 2017, the fic I made my ao3 to post.... a loki omo/piss fic. Therefore, this fic contains similar.... thematic elements. There's pee.

for waters shall burst forth

pairing: Yennefer/Jaskier

rating: E

content warning for omorashi (desperation to pee and wetting) featuring the usual bodily fluids, plus a handjob and inappropriate arousal.

read below or on ao3

"Right. So," said Jaskier, wiggling more earnestly in the cramped space. "This isn't wholly my fault."

"You wandered off to relieve yourself despite strict instructions not to, activated a mechanism that opened a trapdoor, and confined you and I together in uncomfortably close quarters in a cell lined with dimeritium," said Yennefer. "By what metric is this not your fault?"

It had been Yennefer's hope that Geralt's bard would be left behind while she and the Witcher infiltrated the abandoned, wraith-infested stronghold once occupied by a powerful mage of ill repute. No such luck. The colorful irritation of a man had tagged along, griping about the stench and the dark and the mold spores he was surely inhaling all the while, and before Yennefer knew it, they were trapped together in a narrow space with nothing but blank stone wall at their backs. No doubt there was another mechanism to open the trap somewhere, and Geralt had called out that he would find it, leaving leaving alone.

"And," said Jaskier with increasing plaintiveness, "I still really have to pee."

"You're insufferable," said Yennefer. 

"No, I don't feel that you understand the ah-- gravity of the situation," said Jaskier. "Or rather that gravity is acting rather urgently on my--"

"That's enough of that."

"See, welll, that's the thing. Soon er-- I'm afraid that sooner rather than later, nothing will be enough to-- um." The little bastard squirmed in exaggerated discomfort.

"Just hold it, bard. Are you an infant?"

"I'm a very well-hydrated individual! I'm trying. " Whined Jaskier. "Trust me, I would really rather literally be doing anything else in the entire universe than… well than.."

"Than wetting yourself."

"In front of Yennefer of Vengerberg of all people," he squeaked. "No offense."

"Offense taken."

"I mean you're so--" He gestured. "And I'm--" Another gesture. 

"Weren't you mant to be a man of words?"

"I'm a little distracted! Oh, but it hurts."

To her horror, tears began to escape from.the corners of his eyes. He gritted his teeth as they spilled down his bright-red cheeks and wobbled at his jaw. 

He was terrified, she realized. The narrow chamber they were trapped in suppressed her ability to read his mind, but the bard's frayed mental state appeared clearly on his face and the lines of his body. Terrified and deeply humiliated.

And truly about to wet himself.

In close quarters.

He squirmed, flushed pink and whimpering, and something about the sight was more pleasing than expected. Yennefer would never say anything approaching such a thing out loud but he wasn't horrible to look at as far as men went. It wasn't a hardship to watch him. And she had always taken more than the usual interest in the sight of men squirming before her, usually in more pleasant and consensual circumstances.

If she had full access to her command of Chaos, she may have considered any number of remedies to his situation. She could vanish his waters elsewhere or transfigure the bladder walls to expand more and thus alleviate the pressure. And if she was feeling particularly vindictive and cross with the bard for trapping them like this, she could not bother to relieve said pressure but command his body not to release except at her word. 

Though the latter idea sent a small thrill of arousal through her, Yennefer was not so cruel, and even so, it did not matter. She was helpless to do anything but wait for Geralt to find a way to free them. 

Yennefer did not prefer feeling helpless.

As a sorceress and a woman, base bodily functions did not hold much influence over her life. She had never understand the male desire to discuss bowel movements at length or engage in literal pissing contests. One did not live as long as she did and move in the circles that she did without encountering certain erotic proclivities surrounding bodily liquids, but she had never had any interest in sex involving more fluids than the usual, often of the mind that there should be less. 

Jaskier whimpered, interrupting her thoughts. She had no way of knowing how much time had passed or how much more would pass before they could be freed.

Yennefer felt a pang of sympathy. This was not simple inconvenience. The man was clearly in pain.

Droplets of sweat appeared on his creased brow and the meat of his palms dug into his thighs, hands opening and closing uselessly. She knew he must be resisting the urge to grab at himself like a child in front of her. Some part of Yennefer wanted to tell him that he could, that she did not mind, but another part knew it was a matter of his pride. Another, more sordid and previously unexamined part found herself darkly fascinated. Would he truly lose control and wet himself before her? It had been a very very long time ago that the thought of needing to urinate badly had last occupied her thoughts. Normally, she handled her bodies needs with magic at the slightest urge.

Seeing him struggle in increasing distress, she found herself newly grateful for forgoing that particular aspect of humanity

And that was the crux of it.

Jaskier was human. Constrained to the limits of his own body. Bound by bodily discomforts and pain and inconveniences. Worst of all, Yennefer was ordinarily above awareness of such things and now the little idiot was forcing her to confront their reality with increasing urgency.

She startled when Jaskier whined low in his throat, an involuntary noise that he promptly went pink over. He clearly was attempting to limit the shift of his hips, rubbing his palms with firmness down the length of both thighs as though that could possibly offer any relief.

"Oh, quit being noble," said Yennefer. "Will holding yourself help?"

"Holding my-- n-no!"

"No, it won't or no you're too stupid to do it?"

"I'm not going to… debase myself in front ot--"

"Oh please," said Yennefer with a roll of her eyes and pressed her hand between his legs. Another whine escaped him, and he pressed himself flat back against the stone wall of the trap. His hips shifted miserably. His penis was soft beneath her palm and the fabric of his pants, small and vulnerable. This close she could feel his body shaking.

She could not say by his whimpering and trembling whether it helped or made things worse, so she shifted her grip to more firmly encompass him, unsure how tight was too tight. Despite her reputation, she did not often put men's genitals in a stranglehold.

"Just… just like old times," Jaskier managed to squeak, and Yennefer blinked at him. "You ah--" he gestured at her hand cupping his junk "--in Rinde."

"Oh," said Yennefer, remembering. "I don't remember."

"You know, it helps if-- Well its harder to... to piss if-- if one is--" he floundered, staring dumbly where she pressed her hand against the front of his pants. Yennefer sighed.

"If you have an erection, you mean."

"Yes."

"Are you requesting that I service you with my hands?"

"N-no, I would never ask such a--" He winced and seemed to be enduring an increase in pain, his hands tightening to fists at his sides. "Yes! Yes. That's what I'm asking you. Please, Yennefer, I know you completely loathe me, but can you--"

"What's in it for me?" Yennefer asked, eyebrow cocked.

The pink flush of his cheeks and wobble of his chin, the little pants and whines he could not hold back, the shivering tension of his lean body. Control over his body's urges, holding all of him in the palm of her hand. All of it warmed her with guilty arousal. There was plenty in it for her, though the pitiful man could not be allowed to know it.

"Um, isn't it motivation enough that I don't… you know… on your hand?"

She considered this. 

"Fine."

"It might… take some effort frankly. You are very scary. Defense mechanism."

"Don't lie," says Yennefer, adjusting her hold. Already, she can feel the slight pulses of his body attempting to get hard. "That wasn't an issue in Rinde."

"You said you didn't remember."

"Mmmmhmmm."

Yennefer had not attempted something as quaint as pleasuring a man with her hands in many years. She remembered engaging in such things with Istredd. Her small glow of pride the first time he had shuddered and spent at the touch of her hand alone.

Nodding in acquiescence to the task at hand, Yennefer began to undo his laces with her free hand. To her great alarm, the idiot began to squirm more fiercely, the urge seeming to increase in a conditioned response to the imminent release signaled by the opening of his trousers. 

"Oh, Yen don't-- oh. Help."

A small bloom of wetness appeared on the light blue fabric.

Yennefer quickly made work of his lacings and shoved her hand inside his brains, gripping the bare skin in a pinching hold that felt far too merciless but seemed to offer immediate relief as Jaskier groaned. The sensitive skin beneath her fingers felt velvety soft and only a little damp.

On impulse, she swiped her thumb along the flared round of the head, and Jaskier shuddered through his whole body.

 It was a queer thing to feel the twitch and swell of the organ as his softness abated, the rabbiting heartbeat where her fingers held. She did not shift the pressure of her hold, but it grew tighter all the same as he hardened, until she was certain he must be in pain, the solid firmness of his growing erection flexing beneath the curl of her unyielding fingers.

"Does that hurt?" She asked, truly curious.

"No," said Jaskier. " Yes "

He seemed not to be able to help but buck into the tightness of her hand, now seeking pleasure as much as control. Experimentally, she lightened her grip and teased her fingers along the head of his cock, and he cried out and curled down, his forehead along against her shoulder. He breathed unsteadily in her ear.

"Oh quiet, you can hold it."

"I can't, Yennefer. I can't. I can't."

A warm trickle of wetness ran down the back of her hand. She looked down to see that a single dark streak had appeared on his powder blue shirt.

"Ah," said Yennefer and firmed her grip once more, moving in broad strokes. But that small leak seemed to have worsened the pain and effort considerably, Jaskier silent but for his ragged breaths as he curled against her. The occasional whimper and bodily clench was not quite enough to hold back fine droplets of escaping fluid. Not a flood, certainly, but enough for Yennefer to understand the desperation of the situation. The inevitability.

"Yennefer, I'm going to-- I have to--"

"Don't, you little idiot," she said, surprised by the breathless pant of her own voice. "I'll kill you if I do all of this and you still piddle on my shoes."

His orgasm seemed to catch him off guard, grunting as he spilled across her fist and his own shirt. 

"Idiot," said Yennefer. In the immediate aftermath, he groaned aloud as his softening erection but his other need to the forefront. His hands leapt to join hers at his crotch. 

"No, no, no," he whined in increasing panic, clenching his fists.

"Hands off," said Yennefer. "You'll hurt yourself."

"Yen-- since when do you-- care about--" He lost the thread of his thoughts as a longer leak of piss wet their hands. He managed to stop the flow but only just. She knew it was only a matter of moments.

"I don't," she said crossly. 

"Yen--, I-- I can't--" He quivered against her with withheld tears and bodily restraint.

"That's alright," she said, one hand soothing down the plane of his back. "It's ok."

Her words seemed to be all the permission his body needed to release in earnest, the sound of rushing liquid loud in the confined space. Yennefer dropped her hand to spare herself any more indignity and politely patted the bard's shoulder as she held herself away. Yennefer's heartbeat pounded in her ears, and she could not deny the heat of arousal between her legs.

Jaskier's body trembled, and he let out shallow groans of relief against her shoulder as he continued to wet himself. It seemed to go on and on until at last petering out, leaving the two of them in an uncomfortable silence in a trap that reeked of piss. 

The silence broke suddenly with a grind of gears and stone as the back wall of the trap fell away, dropping Jaskier backwards into an open chamber. Geralt looked down at him, grimacing.

"Again, Jaskier?" Geralt grunted, eyeing his wet clothes. 

Jaskier groaned on the ground, making no effort to stand.

"I am a very well-hydrated man, Witcher!" 

"Yeah, yeah, let's get out of here before something nasty is attracted to the stench."

Yennefer strode out of the trap with as much dignity as one could muster when she too reeked faintly of piss, endeavoring to put the whole miserable affair behind her. Unfortunately, as she watched Jaskier scramble to his feet, remembering his urgent cries beneath her hand, something told her that nothing would be that simple.

[brooklyn-times]

Three shots

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Three shots and Bucky felt his world go off the axis.

Warnings: Blood, kisses and Bucky Barnes.

A/N: Not exactly back from dead, but damn, did i feel guilty for not posting :/ Hope you enjoy this, Happy Reading!!

Masterlist

It was an easy mission.

One which even the trainees could have managed.

Theoretically.

But bless Natasha's intuition, she had insisted on not taking this lightly, saying she had a gut feeling that something was not right about the mission. She had volunteered to go herself, but you and Bucky had decided to go together.

Ever since that first mission together when you had newly joined the Avengers, the two of your missions' success rate had been a whooping one hundred percent. It was as though fate was in play, making the two of you very keenly aware of each other and your surroundings, always at your best when with each other.

Looks spoke when words couldn't and the mind connected when the signal couldn't.

So the two of you had left together.

HYDRA's safe house was located in the middle of a desert and all you both had to do was kill all of their agents except for one who had to be taken in for questioning to get information about other secret bases.

Easy enough.

"I'm gonna go back to the tower and murder Nat," you said looking around with pursed lips at the dead agents staining the ground red.

Meanwhile, the one who had been captured glared at you with a murderous look in his eyes, bleeding from his gagged mouth and handcuffed limbs.

Bucky snorted, "For interrupting your binge-watching for nothing?"

"Yes," you hissed and glared.

Until your eyes fell on a lever hidden behind the books on the bookshelf.

Frowning, you walked towards it. In the building blueprint you had received of this base, there had been no mention of a secret room.

Bucky followed you, his eyes now void of the humor and satisfaction, replaced by caution and hardness. Secret rooms in his experience were never good.

You both pushed the bookshelf aside and stared at the lever. Next to it was a metal door that the bookshelf had managed to cover pretty well.

"Leap of faith. Hope nothing blows up," you prayed and took a deep breath before slowly exhaling, trying to calm yourself. You had a feeling that this was what Nat was talking about.

You pulled down the lever.

Bucky could barely understand what had happened those next few seconds. The only thing he could register was the sound of three gunshots and the feeling of being thrown against a wall so hard that he blacked out for those crucial few seconds.

Till the last day of his life, he would never forgive himself for that.

When his vision returned and he tried to make out what was happening despite the shooting pain in his head, he saw you.

Stark terror gripped him when he saw you standing frozen, with your mouth open in a silent gasp, bloodied hands clutched against your stomach.

He could no longer breathe.

"любимая?" Bucky could feel his voice shake as he rushed towards you, holding you before you could fall and hit the ground.

"No, no, no. What the fuck did you do?" He shouted. His hands shook, looking for something to keep you from bleeding out. Never had blood made him nauseous until that moment.

"Bu... Buck.." Your broken whispers chilled his heart.

"Don't talk, don't talk dammit! Just stay awake okay? Look at me. Look into my eyes. Promise me you'll stay awake. I'll get us out of here. I swear."

He could feel you nod against him.

Bucky could hear the desperation in his voice as he took your face between his palms. You groaned and whimpered, your face contouring in pain.

Bucky realized his cheeks were damp.

Without wasting any more time, he slowly carried you and stood up, trying not to make any quick moments that would hurt you. Inside the building, there was no chance of getting a signal to contact the teammates. They had to step outside.

As he hurried through the length of the corridors which felt like a never-ending maze, he was aware of each second passing and each drop of blood you were losing.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you finally reached outside and Bucky slowly laid you on the ground.

He let out a frustrated shout when the damn phone couldn't catch a signal strong enough to make a call. Meanwhile, he was aware of all the whimpers and groans of pain you let out. While he hated you suffering in pain, he was relieved that you were still alive.

Finally, finally, he was able to make a call. 

He couldn't hear himself speak, couldn't understand himself. So he was only grateful that fifteen minutes later, your team had found you both. You with your eyes, barely open, trying to keep your promise, and Bucky with damp cheeks and shaking form.

It wasn't until after you were taken inside the operation theatre did Bucky realize that you had been standing at the same spot where he had been when they had pulled down the lever.

Bucky sat frozen on the chair outside the OT, staring at the white flooring, clean and without blood unlike inside the HYDRA base.

"What was inside that room that was so heavily guarded?" Bucky could hear the hollowness in his voice when he spoke.

Those eyes filled with mischief were dancing in front of him, dark curls escaping from the hastily tied hair, lips curled into a smile which screamed trouble.

He still could not breathe.

"Maximoff and Vision have gone to get it. They should be back soon," Tony said, his voice tight and hoarse. He had almost blasted the entire building when he had seen you drenched in blood. It had taken Steve and Banner to haul him back and convince him that it was more important to get you immediate medical attention.

Bucky looked at the blood staining his flesh hand, now dried up. Once again, he could feel the nausea rise and his head hurt, blood continuously roaring in his ears, completely unaware of the world around him.

He almost missed the doctor who stepped out with a nurse, instructing her about something which Bucky couldn't make out. His eyes were dazed when he tried looking for you inside the room you had disappeared into hours ago, leaving him feeling like the world was shifted off its axis.

His world had.

It wasn't until Steve had snapped him out of it did Bucky realize that everybody had a relieved look in their eyes. He could barely make out the words being spoken but he understood enough.

You were okay. Unconscious and slightly in pain, but okay.

He could finally breathe again.

It was two days of slipping in and out of consciousness.

Each time you could make out people standing around you and as if deeming them unworthy of your attention, you'd slip out of consciousness.

But this time, you could feel everything and you felt like cursing the universe.

The pain from the bullet wounds spread across your entire abdomen region that even breathing took some effort. You knew that if it weren't for your mutant blood you'd have been enjoying with angels or demons, either of the two.

The entire team except for the one had assembled around you, all of them collectively looking relieved.

"This is not my funeral, you know?" You tried joking. You winced when your throat and stomach, both hurt.

Tony narrowed his eyes on you. "You are officially banned from missions indefinitely. I don't care if I have to lock you up in your room permanently but you won't be going anywhere."

You rolled your eyes but you felt the knot in your throat, knowing how much these people cared for you. How you had finally found that family you had only dreamed of.

But still, he wasn't here yet.

"Sure. We'll see how that works out."

In a rare display of affection, Tony softly tucked your curls behind your ears and patted your cheek. You almost wept at the feeling.

Before anybody could say or ask anything, you interrupted them.

"Where's Bucky?"

By the look on their faces, you knew.

He didn't want to come.

Two weeks after being out of that sickly room, you were in the gym, punching the bag repeatedly, getting rid of that frustration which had built up. The sudden onslaught of tears blinded your vision.

Fucking Bucky had been avoiding you. You knew it. You could feel it when he had taken every possible mission so that there was no way the two of you could meet.

You hated that you couldn't talk to him and explain it to that fucking dumbass that it wasn't his fucking fault. You knew him like the back of your hand and knew that he blamed himself.

The sound of a sudden, quiet gasp caught your attention. You whirled around so quickly your neck hurt. But none of it mattered because standing in front of you was the said dumbass.

Before he could disappear back to where ever he planned, you moved across the room in a flash and stood in front of him, your eyes narrowed, and panting.

For a minute, or probably just a few seconds, you simply looked at him. His eyes although red, as though he hasn't slept in a while, held no emotions, and had shadows underneath them, much like the first time you had ever met him. His cheeks were hollow, face pale.

You physically felt your anger leave you.

"Bucky." You took a step forward, your hand cupping his cheek, thumb softly tracing his cheeks. You could feel yourself vibrate with emotions when you gulped, letting out a breath.

Suddenly, Bucky's metal arm gripped the wrist of the hand touching him and he pulled it down.

"Don't." His voice was tight, emotions barely reigned in.

"Don't what? Ignore you? Talk to you? Don't what, Bucky? " Your voice grew louder with each word. You gasped in air, anger once again returning as swiftly as it had left.

You wanted to hit him, punch him, shoot him for leaving you alone. You wanted to shout at him. Hate him.

But you couldn't.

Instead, a wayward tear escaped, and before you could stop it, tears started flowing for the first time since the incident.

It felt like your entire body was sobbing, each breath a gasp. Still, you made no sound and covered your face with your hands, trying to stop it.

But couldn't stop those bloody tears.

"Fuck!" You heard Bucky swore. Seconds later, he pulled you into his arms, your hand awkwardly crushes between your face and his wide chest.

Silent cries grew stronger when he rested his forehead on top of your head, rubbing your back with one hand while the other held you tight against him.

"любимая, don't cry. Please don't cry. I feel so helpless when you do," Bucky whispered into your hair, tracing patterns on your back.

Immediately, you pushed him away and glared at him.

"How could you leave me like that? How do you think I felt when I woke up with my muscles aching, things barely making any sense, only to realize that you had decided to disappear! Everybody was there, standing, talking to me. Except for you."

A dark look flashed across his face, eyes burning when he looked at you. His voice was dangerously soft when he spoke.

"Then how do you think I felt when I realized that you had taken the bullets meant for me, hmm? When I saw you drenched in blood, in danger because of me. I was living my worst nightmare for those twelve odd hours and I felt sick! What were you thinking before doing what you did?!"

"I wasn't," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What?"

"I wasn't thinking. It was an instinct. I just reacted. And even if I were to think, I wouldn't change it, I would take those bullets all over again if it meant sa-"

Bucky had a crazed look in his eyes, breathing harshly, as he pushed you against the wall, his hard chest, flushed against your breast. Your hands fisted when you felt the heat between your legs.

Goddammit, this was not a good time.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence."

"I would take those bullets all over again if it meant saving you," you repeated before he could stop you. 

You continued.

"What I don't understand is how you disappearing would help. If you haven't noticed we are the fucking Avengers, Bucky. Each mission we leave we don't know if we will return or not. We all will die one day. It's what we do. If I had to die saving you, I'd at least die peacefully knowing that I died saving the person whom I'm loved the most."

You froze the moment those words left your lips. Both your eyes widened and you saw him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing. His hands which were resting on your hips gripped them hard enough to leave bruises. His thumb made soft circles on your bare skin and each touch burnt, the feeling leaving her insides melting.

His eyes burned into yours, raw emotions no longer hidden behind the invisible wall. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against yours, faces so close that your breaths mingled with each other.

You gasped when your noses touched. His lips were so close to yours that it was torture, having him a hair breath away and unable to kiss.

But, who said you couldn't?

Before you could take a moment and reconsider that probably stupid decision, you leaned forward and kissed him.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes, in your stomach, everywhere.

You moaned into his mouth, closing your eyes and fisting the fabric of his shirt. Within seconds, he responded and before you knew it, he was dominating the kiss you had started.

With one arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer, his other arm went behind your neck, tilting your head up to deepen the kiss. Thank god for his arms holding you; you would have otherwise collapsed.

"Don't ever disappear on me again, Bucky, please," you muttered against his lips.

"I'm sorry," he breathed out, lips moving to the side of your neck, leaving soft, open mouth kisses which drove you crazy with need,

You whimpered when his hesitant tongue traced your lips. 

"I just felt so guilty. My worst nightmare turned into a reality." His voice broke towards the end.

"I know, I know it Bucky. But wouldn't you have done the same for me?"

He groaned before he kissed you once again with new energy, tongue tracing your lips, making you whimper.

Encouraged by the sound, he did more forcefully until you parted your lips.

You almost passed out at the feeling, knees shaking uncontrollably.

As each second passed, you felt light-headed, panting as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your toes to reach his height.

The sound you received when you tugged on his hair was heavenly. You played with the hair at the end of his neck, hair soft and slightly curled. 

Time no longer made any sense and then finally, he pulled away panting staring at your flushed face and parted lips, each breath causing a rise and fall of your breast.

The hardness which rested against your stomach twitched.

It felt like an entire forest and not just butterflies were dancing inside your stomach. You felt faint with the way he looked at you. He might not say it right now, but you knew he felt the exact same way you did.

Somewhere deep down, you probably already knew it, but the relief of it being confirmed pleased you immensely and made you grateful for everything in life.

"Does that mean you'll never leave if you can help it?" Your voice was hoarse, filled with emotion.

"I don't know," a faint smile played on his lips and you grinned, knowing that things will be okay. "I think I might need more convincing."

"Then convince, I will," you muttered before leaning in for another kiss.

AND THAT’S WRAP.

TAGLIST: @ buckybarnesdeservestheuniverse 

[ahgaseda]

wolf boys || chapter 15

⇥ synopsis : being the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring violence or mentions of blood, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

The ebony wolf stood alone in the clearing, waiting and watching.

Rather than show his stomach in submission, Mark ran. He may not have been as strong, but he was much faster. He stayed within the treeline, but never let the alpha catch him lest he face violent punishment. And he walked with a very visible limp.

Jackson would never allow himself to stay on the ground. It was a matter of stubbornness and pride, but each time he rose, Jaebeom descended on him again, ensuring the delta knew his place. Jackson mustered the last of his strength to drag himself to the trees. He was lucky, because Jaebeom was focused on Jinyoung.

The beta refused to stay down. Yet again, he found himself thrown to his back, the black wolf leering over him. Jaebeom snapped his jaws, enticing Jinyoung to try once more. Sensing the end was near, Jaebeom crept slowly to put himself between you and the others.

Every inch of the grey wolf shook and trembled as he gathered himself to stand on his paws. Jinyoung was consumed with his desire for you.

Heat was different for the males. For you it tormented your body, but for them, it tortured their minds. In a moment of clarity, Jaebeom reached for his brother in their shared bond. Surprised, Jinyoung stopped.

Don’t make me break you, Jaebeom warned lowly. Not in front of her.

Jinyoung didn’t realize how hard he had been panting. Every part of him ached and screamed with pain. Heat told him he was ready to die for you, but now, as he shifted his gaze from Jaebeom to you, he let go a sigh.

Be good to her, Jinyoung whispered.

And then he struck the alpha one last time.

For you, it was enough. You turned on your heels and returned to the house, letting the snarls and cries fade from your ears. The nest was warm and snug when you slipped inside, absentmindedly rubbing your back against the bottom.

When the door opened, you hardly looked up.

Jaebeom moved inside, breathing heavily and groaning as his wounds healed. He shut and locked the door behind him, leaning back against it to catch his breath.

Your eyes met. He was tired, bruised, and hopelessly aroused. You tilted your head, beckoning him to you.

Jaebeom would guard you until it was time. A victor protecting his prize. Slipping into your nest, Jaebeom buried his face against your neck, taking in your scent like he couldn’t breathe without it.

You bristled, agitated with a surge of hormones. Your neck was the most vulnerable spot for a wolf. Rising on hands and knees, you began moving your pillows around, making them more comfortable.

At the sight of your current position, Jaebeom moved behind you, propping his hands on your full hips and slipping them beneath your shirt to expose your ass.

You hissed, scrambling away from him.

Jaebeom didn't persist. It was his first heat too. He would have to better judge your signals. Watching patiently, Jaebeom let you busy yourself around your nest, saturating it with your scent. Which to him, was even thicker with heat.

Once settled comfortably on your side, you reached for his arm, wanting to feel the warmth of your mate, and steered it over your waist.

Jaebeom sidled closer, but was careful only to touch where you guided him; not in the mood to suffer a bite from you. He just needed some semblance of relief from the choke hold your hormones had on him. The two of you tangled together for a restless evening sleep, no words passing between you.

The night came violently. You tossed and turned, drenched in sweat. The throbbing in your core made you press your thighs together.

“How are you?” Jaebeom asked gently, still dutifully at your side.

“Miserable,” you sighed.

He could only imagine. Jaebeom realized heat was kind to him compared to you. “What can I do?”

You exhaled in frustration. “Get naked.”

Jaebeom didn’t hesitate to begin unfastening his pants. You sat up, pulling the shirt over your head, and purred when the cool air caressed your breasts. You rested on your back, eyes fluttering tiredly, and focused on breathing despite the endless pulsing in your core.

“Fuck,” Jaebeom huffed under his breath at the sight of your naked body. You were swollen and supple with heat, glistening with sweat. After his eyes lingered on your perky nipples, his gaze fell to your folds, noting their slickness with arousal.

“I can feel you staring,” you said, without opening your eyes.

Jaebeom sensed at long last your desire was beginning to surmount your discomfort, and he thanked the goddess for it. “I’ve… never seen someone so beautiful.”

“It’s…,” you trailed, a strong tug in your core. “Almost time.”

One alpha to another, everything about you was intoxicating. Jaebeom had to swallow, his mouth watering. He imagined you on your hands and knees, taking his cock. He imagined the growing swell of your stomach, his baby thriving inside you. You were the strongest female he had ever seen, dripping with alpha pheromones, and he trusted there was no she-wolf better to carry his seed.

This had been the day he waited for - for as long as he could remember.

“Jaebeom,” you whispered, opening your eyes and catching your first glimpse of his nude form.

His chest was broad, every line hard and carved from stone. The muscles of his stomach flexed with his labored breaths and his cock was standing at attention, painfully hard and the head weeping.

You couldn’t resist the feel of his skin. Bringing your palm to his chest, you raked your nails down between his abs and came to a stop at his hard length. Biting your lip, you wrapped your hand around the head and squeezed down to the base.

Of course, he was big, you mused. He was an alpha, after all.

Jaebeom sucked in a breath and grabbed your wrist, stopping any further movements. He was too hard for that, too on edge and every brush of your fingers bordered on overstimulation. He suddenly shuddered at the thought of how your pussy would feel around his cock. Would it be too much for him?

You glanced up, flushed with fever, and whispered, “You can touch me, kiss me, anywhere you want. But don’t penetrate me yet.”

Jaebeom reacted eagerly to your consent, hovering over you and bringing his nose to your neck to press hungry kisses over your pulse. You lay there, your whole body throbbing with want, and the most pitiful of whimpers left your mouth when you felt him between your legs, his hard cock against your thigh.

Jaebeom skimmed his hand down your waist, making you tremble even more. He palmed your sex softly, dancing his fingers between your slit, and withdrew to bring his hand to his mouth.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Jaebeom was tasting your essence on his digits and growling darkly.

"You're so wet," he whispered. "Let me take you."

You snarled a warning.

Jaebeom grasped your waist with both hands, sucking and kissing down your stomach. Your legs moved restlessly alongside him, the weight of his body pressing on your core. But he still made no moves to penetrate you, as you had said.

"I'm sorry," you offered weakly.

Jaebeom shushed you. "Not until you're ready, baby."

Sweat streamed down your neck and pooled beneath your back. It was a feeble attempt by your body to stay even remotely cool. You were convinced you were melting from the inside out.

The fever was all-consuming. You pulled Jaebeom close, tangled with him for only he could quell the aching that threatened to pull you apart, and drifted to sleep.

But fever dreams were a she-wolf’s worst nightmare.

Your body was at peak breeding level and you had never felt more like dying. Pressure built inside your core, billowing like one crashing wave after another. You were shaking, shuddering, dripping salaciously in your own sweat.

Tears gathered in your eyes. You wanted your wolf boy. You needed him.

“Jaebeom,” you whimpered.

Nothing.

Your shout echoed endlessly through an empty house, "Jaebeom!"

When you burst through the back door, the wood splintered off its hinges into a million pieces.

You couldn’t shift into wolf form during heat, your body adamantly conserved your energy for breeding. Unable to find comfort in your true self, you had no choice but to sprint bare-footed through the trees.

Thunder clapped overhead and you ran like something was chasing you.

“Jaebeom,” you screamed at the top of your lungs. His presence was lost to you.

Stumbling to the ground, you clawed your way through the wet grass, grabbing fistful after fistful to propel yourself forward. Where you were going, no one knew, least of all you.

The fire inside you was threatening to swallow you whole.

Jaebeom’s voice ricocheted through the rain-soaked air, calling your name.

All at once, you tumbled out of your fever dream, but here you were on your stomach in the middle of the safety of your nest. Though thunder roared just outside the window.

Jaebeom called your name again, perched above you. His fingers found your hair, combing through the strands gently, and he slipped an arm beneath your waist to anchor you to him.

“Please take me, Jaebeom. Please!”

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

Your core longed to be filled, desperate for something to sate the hollow feeling between your legs. “It hurts. Please…,” you whined, then shifted your voice to something more submissive. “Alpha…”

Jaebeom draped his body over yours, burying his face in your neck and kissing you feverishly. He was trying to soothe you, calm you, but your body was starving, panicked.

“Mount me,” you pleaded. “I can take it.”

“You’re mine.”

“Yes.”

Jaebeom nipped the shell of your ear. “Say it.”

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

This is what he was made for - to be one with you, his mate. His body began where yours ended. His days would rise and fall with you.

“Get in position, alpha,” Jaebeom whispered, guiding your legs. “Hands and knees.”

His words aroused you and you obeyed without a second thought, arching your back and letting him see your dripping, swollen folds ready for him.

“I’m gonna breed my beautiful bitch,” Jaebeom growled. “I’m gonna put my baby deep inside her.”

“Jaebeom,” you panted, throwing your hips back to collide with the tops of his thighs.

Jaebeom grabbed a handful of your hair and let out a sound that could only have been made by the wolf inside him; a stern warning to remember who was the dominant in this pairing. You purred in obedience, lowering yourself even more into position. You were tapped into your instincts, relishing how right this felt.

The alpha gripped your hips tight, slipping his long, girthy length back and forth between your lower lips. Heat made him even bigger, engorged with the need to mate. Your slick covered him from base to tip, ready to make the stretch easy and pleasurable for you. Jaebeom slipped the head into your dripping entrance and you instinctively pivoted back, taking even more of him.

Jaebeom withdrew entirely, swatting your ass with a firm hand and making you squeak in surprise. “Bad girl,” he chided. I see I have to teach you, he murmured in your mind, voice thick with lust.

The hand returned to your hair, while the other gripped at the highest point of your back just below your neck. Then you felt the pressure. You bowed to the ground, your cheek pressed into the blankets while your ass remained high in the air. Being a stubborn alpha, you tested his hold, resisting just enough to know for sure you had no control when he penetrated you.

You felt the tip sliding into your entrance again and your lips parted. Jaebeom impaled you on his hard cock, inch by agonizing inch, and your cunt swallowed him tight. The two of you moaned in perfect harmony at the snug fit. Jaebeom clenched his fist in your hair, shaking at the scalding heat of you around him.

“Jaebeom…,” you sighed, finally having some relief for the tension in the pit of your stomach. God, he was so big, stretching you just right.

He pulled back only a little and pushed back in, tentatively making sure you had adjusted. Your lower half shuddered at how deep he was, your thighs trying to clamp on him.

Wrenching your fists in the blankets, you told him, “...Harder.”

Jaebeom watched you for a reaction, slapping his hips against your ass in an even deeper thrust. You cried out, the head of him kissing your cervix. One long, drawn out thrust after another, you submitted to his mercy. You knew he was claiming you, enjoying the sight of you pinned to the floor. The alpha always wanted to prove himself strong and worthy.

Without warning, Jaebeom hoisted you up and you groaned, quickly getting your arms beneath you. Grabbing handfuls of the blankets, you were relieved to be back on hands and knees, releasing the pressure on your back.

“You’re ready for me,” Jaebeom finally said, kissing the top of your shoulder with his moist lips.

You licked your lips as he got a solid hold on your waist and began to take you, pounding his cock into your pussy hard and fast. You gasped in surprise at how rough he was, having to gather even more of the blankets in your fists to steady yourself.

Desire relentlessly coursed through you, but you were more than satisfied. Jaebeom bounced you down to meet his cock, ramming into you like he would never get the chance again. He grunted with the effort, occasionally tilting his head back to the ceiling to hide the ecstasy on his face.

You whimpered and moaned, every deep thrust of his cock throttling you in place. His length was painfully hard, stroking that spot inside you before hitting your cervix and making you cry out. Your innermost walls began to knead and your eyes widened when the intensity became too much for you. The pressure at the apex of your thighs, which had been overwhelming from the start was building more and more and more.

Jaebeom didn’t relent. If anything he went harder. His eyes fell to your ass, how it smacked against his hips each time he drove forward. Sweat mingled and dripped down your back and to the blankets, both his and yours. But the sounds you were making forced him to bite his lip. You were getting louder, higher, and your pussy was gripping him tighter.

“Oh…,” was all you could moan before the orgasm ripped through you. Crying out for all to hear, your back arched involuntarily and your eyes rolled back. Darkness clouded your vision, maybe there were tears of pleasure, and a dull hum rang in your ears.

Jaebeom watched you shaking and wanted nothing more to fuck the sense out of you, but the vice like grip on his cock waved those ideas away. You pulsed around him, pulling his length even deeper and Jaebeom let out an unexpected moan as his own release began. His cock twitched and with another thrust or two, Jaebeom propelled himself as far as he could inside you before groaning and laying himself over your back.

You supported his weight like a good bitch, raking your tongue across your teeth as your mate lost himself to the pleasure of your tight, velvet walls. And that was when you felt it. He was expanding inside you and the aftershocks of your orgasm had kept you from noticing until it was too late. Which must have been by design.

Panic set in. He was still swelling inside. “Jaebeom,” you started, reaching back to find his hands.

Jaebeom followed his instincts and pushed you with shaky arms until you were flat on your stomach, propping himself over you and bringing his lips to your ear. “Relax, baby. I got you.”

Whimpering, you submitted yourself to his dominance, trembling with nerves. As expected for a female being bred for the first time. You focused on breathing, trusting your body knew what to do. You felt yourself stretching to accommodate his girth and Jaebeom shook on top of you. You could only imagine it must have been a prolonged climax for him.

Then, it hit you - another orgasm. This one not as intense as the first, but much longer. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream and your body went rigidly still as your walls clamped down on his cock. Jaebeom made a noise behind you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing his lips to your ear like you were his anchor to the ground. With one last throb of his cock, his release came in bursts deep in your womb. You could feel the heat of it, but your focus was the shared pleasure you basked in with your mate.

You breathed in relief when you realized you were no longer stretching to accept him, but he was locked inside you.

Seeing you calm, Jaebeom focused on his own completion, his body trembling with sweet release. He had filled you with his seed and you milked him dry. Now, all he could do was wait until your bodies freed each other.

“Are you okay?” you asked timidly.

Jaebeom pressed a wet kiss to your neck, fighting a smile at the sound of your concern. His voice dropped to a guttural growl, “I’ve never been better.”

You closed your eyes and released a sigh. “Should I be this exhausted?”

“Yes,” he replied.

You shifted only slightly, swallowing to wet your dry throat. The hormones quelled for the moment, thoroughly satiated, but he was sheathed to the hilt, snug as a glove.

“Are you hurt?” your mate asked worriedly.

You shook your head. “I feel so… full.”

Jaebeom chuckled, glancing down to see where your bodies met. He wiggled his hips slightly, but there was no coming free yet. Not that he minded. Being inside you was warm and wet and fucking glorious.

You lay there in comfortable silence, eyes batting heavily with sleep.

At long last, Jaebeom pulled his softening cock from your core and you whined at the loss. You never felt so empty, but you still thrummed with satisfaction. You could feel his seed deep where it belonged.

Jaebeom rolled you over delicately until you were comfortable on your back, slow and careful to make sure not a drop was lost. His eyes finally met yours and you blushed.

With what little strength you had left, you reached for him and pulled your mate into your grasp.

The kiss was slow and wet. You were finally able to see the sweat cascading down his skin, the heavy rise and fall of his chest. Bringing him closer, you pressed your lips just above his brow, comforting your mate and silently thanking him for a painless copulation.

Jaebeom shuddered at your affection, craning down to tuck his face beneath your chin, caressing his lips over your soft breasts. You cradled his head and brought him back to eye-level, finding the bond you shared in your mind to pose a question.

It was tradition after a breeding for males to slip back inside if they felt threatened by any other interested wolves nearby; a simple gesture to protect what was theirs. Though you knew that was hardly the case, you wondered if he would.

After pressing your lips to his and lingering tiredly, you whispered, “Inside?”

Jaebeom’s eyes flickered, but he understood what you wanted and never would he deny you anything. Pushing his cock back inside your sore cunt, he watched your breath hitch and listened to the soft hum that passed through your mouth like music to his ears.

“Sleep, alpha,” he whispered tenderly, carding his fingers through your hair and kissing the corner of your mouth.

You smiled and let your eyes flutter closed, floating into dreams of you and your wolf boy. And a baby in your midst.

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[doctorgerth]

Writing Contest Winner (4th Place)

winner: @gr8estwulfluvreva

prize choice: HCs for any two characters

description: How Kid and Killer react to and comfort a fem s/o who they catch singing depressing lyrics (Nonsense Speaker) in the shower. 

warnings: tw - depression, dark/heavy themes, mild suggestive themes, angst/comfort

note: This was a bit difficult to write in strict HC format, so it’s more like a choppy scenario format with some HCs sprinkled in lol. hope that’s ok! 

Eustass Kid 

- Kid could hear her muffled singing echoing outside the cracked bathroom door. he chuckled to himself, knowing she would never sing this loud if she was aware that he was around. getting a naughty idea, he decided to slip into the bathroom to surprise her, quickly undressing to join her in the shower. 

- it was adorable how she kept singing loudly, dramatically. cracking a few notes here and there. as the song ended, he reached out to pull back the curtains until she began another song, sounding much more somber in her tune. 

“Emotions I feel, they turn to none. I broke, I broke them one by one.”

- Kid found himself stiff, arm stuck halfway reaching out for the curtain, unable to move. he listened to the way she crooned the lyrics, as if singing straight from the heart. he started to really focus on the lyrics this time, noting how dark they were compared to the previous tune. 

“The smile that I had through all these years, it bears, it bears these hateful tears.” 

 - surely this is just a song right? she was just singing a happy song, everything is okay right? through the confusion and the echoing lament of the lyrics, he started to grow worried. something sounded off, he could hear how choked she was beginning to sound. 

“The scars that I have gulped, although they hurt...”

- he trembled at the small audible sniffle, loud enough to be heard over the flowing water. she paused for a moment, and he could see the outline of her body through the curtain, hugging herself. she choked out the next line, softly weeping.

“They hurt but you won’t know.”

- he pulled the curtain, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as she wiped at her face and backed away from him. a small whine of his name and she couldn’t look him in the eye. he stepped into the shower, eyes locked on her frame; the way she was coiled up, rubbing at her arms with eyes downcast. he reached out to her and pulled her into him despite her protests, “How long?” 

- she looked up at him, studying the solemn look on his face. hate began to bubble in her stomach as she assumed she had made him mad. dark thoughts clouded her mind, convincing her that she was truly good for nothing.

- “Goddamnit, (Name)! Don’t hide this shit from me.” though his voice was stern, he held her tightly against him, burying her face into his chest, thumbing at the small of her back while the water cascaded onto her. he felt so warm against her, despite not being under the water. he settled his chin onto her head, rummaging through his mind on what to say next. he was never good with his words, maybe that’s why she decided to hide her dark thoughts from him. 

- “I’m sorry.” the pain in her voice made him ache, wanting to shake and squeeze all the sadness out of her. he didn’t know how to deal with this stuff, but that didn’t mean he ever wanted her to hide it from him. he tried to suppress his anger. he wasn’t mad at her, just that she would dare hide her true feelings from him. she’s been suffering alone and that didn’t settle well with him. she wasn’t supposed to be alone, she had him. did she not trust him? was he not reliable? his own anxiety began spilling forth as he always had a bad habit of making everything about himself. somewhere in that chaotic brain, he concocted the idea that he was the reason for her sadness.

- they didn’t say a word as they just stood in the shower together, embracing each other tightly. she couldn’t help but cry against him, feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions threatening to drown her. he didn’t like to see her cry, he’d never get used to it. he didn’t know what was hurting her so much, but he vowed to protect her against the demons himself, “Don’t be sorry. Just fucking talk to me. Don’t shut me out. Please.”  

- it takes a while for Kid to be understanding, which makes the road to healing a bit rocky. he just gets so angry thinking about her being so hard on herself. she doesn’t deserve that! he gets so angry because he can’t just take it all away for her, be her true hero; it’s a whole process. he’s impatient because wants them to be better immediately. he wants them to be happy. he gets so angry because he knows he doesn’t help, some days he is convinced he only makes it worse for them. he gets so angry because it reminds him of his own dark thoughts and how he’s been hiding some insecurities himself.

- they both become more active in self-care habits and it not only helps them individually, but it also greatly improves their relationship. they both learn to be more open with their feelings, especially towards each other. they spend a lot of time with the crew, especially when they feel the darkness creeping in. they’ve even developed some non-verbal signals to show when they’re not in the best mood and need some support. they’ve learned each other’s needs and what supports are best for them individually. it hasn’t gone away completely, but everything is much easier now that they know they don’t have to struggle alone. 

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Killer

“You don’t know how I feel inside.” 

- the soft sound of her voice awoke Killer from his slumber. he stretched and rolled over onto his side, eyeing the cracked bathroom door. his mind was still hazy as she continued to sing, sounding further away than what she really was.

“You don’t know how much I tried.”

- as he became fully conscious, he could finally focus on the tune she was singing, the dark lyrics that sounded so depressing. this wasn’t her usual shower singing, something about this felt personal. almost like a cry for help. it made Killer feel uneasy. he forgot about his own breathing so he could focus solely on each word she sang, trying to figure out her source of pain. (Name) was always so bright and lively, that’s what he loved most about her. the words she sang were haunting, they didn’t fit her at all. at least not the (Name) he knew. was she hiding something?

“Light that burned, it’s out by now. I try to get it back somehow.” 

- Killer’s mind raced as he thought back to every conversation they had, every interaction, every moment shared. he searched desperately for any hints of sadness, any signs of depression, but nothing could come to mind. he didn’t like how good she was at hiding her true feelings.

“Right now I could just disappear.”

- he felt his heart sink down to his feet at those words, body cold and stiff as he tried to process them. disappear? did she really want that? his heart hurt for her and he continued to listen helplessly as she choked out the rest of the words, finishing the song on a somber note. he became alert as the shower turned off and he could hear her cleaning off and getting dressed in the bathroom; small, weak whimpers escaping her every now and then.

- the wait for her to return to bed was agonizing. he had half a mind to barge into the bathroom, but he remained patient, wondering frantically what she was doing in the there. praying she was okay. when the door creaked, he closed his eyes, feigning sleep. he could hear the faint sound of sniffling as she shuffled towards the bed. 

- the patience was long gone as soon as she settled underneath the covers. he rolled over to her, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her neck, ignoring her cold, wet hair. she chuckled faintly, believing that he was still fast asleep, until his voice called out to her, “You okay?”

- she stilled for a moment, hoping that maybe he was sleep talking. but the way he squeezed her in his embrace, she knew he was awake, “It’s late you know.” he stated, filling in the silence. all she could do was nod, tangling her fingers mindlessly in his locks. he looked up at her, awaiting an answer. her cheeks were red, eyes puffy and melancholy. he had never seen her so broken, it was excruciating. 

- he tangled his fingers with her free hand, worrying about saying the wrong things. so he remained silent for longer than he intended, simply toying with her hand and hugging her close. she cursed herself for worrying him, for waking him up with her dramatic antics. she didn’t want him to know all the bad thoughts she had about herself but she knew she had been found out.

- “You know I’m here for you, right? Always am. Whatever it is, I want to help you get through it.”

- she bit her lip to hold back the cries that wanted to escape. she was supposed to be strong, fearless. Killer always admired those traits about her so she tried her hardest to remain so any time he was around. but keeping up the facade was proving more and more difficult as the days got harder and the thoughts got darker. he wouldn’t understand, he wouldn’t accept her if he knew just how weak she was. 

- “I love you, (Name).”

- she didn’t say much the rest of the night and she didn’t have to. he just held her tightly while she cried silently into his chest, rubbing at her hair gently. from here on out, he begged her to no longer hide things from him and his understanding and patient nature helped her to open up a little more.

- they spend a lot of nights just talking. Killer is really a great listener and he knows that’s what she needs during her dark moments. it takes some time for her to get everything off her chest, especially the really dark thoughts, but he accepts her for all she is and proves that he wants nothing more than to help her get through whatever is upsetting her. he reminds her over and over how loved and cherished she is, by both him and the crew, and that she should never feel like she has to go through anything alone again. he’s good about informing himself on depression and helping her develop self-care habits. he becomes a little clingy, constantly on guard around her, but he only means well. he is determined support her throughout the entire healing process, no matter what it takes.

[tarisilmarwen]

Crumbling

I want you all to know that this is entirely @burr-ell​'s fault and you can direct your complaints for emotional damage at her.

TW: Implied torture

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When Starfire's first scream went up Robin flinched, but after a momentary pause, shook himself and kept working, concentrating on the lines of code scrolling across Cyborg's arm display.

The pale blue light from it was all that illuminated the cell, splashing across the thick reinforced steel walls.  Blast-proof, electro-saw proof, an impressive feat of construction really, that he might have appreciated in a circumstance where it wasn't severely limiting their options for escape.

Robin's belt had been confiscated, along with the lockpicks he kept hidden on his person--they had been very thorough--further limiting their choices.  Cyborg's hands had been removed at the wrists, his biointerface messed with so that he couldn't access any of his inbuilt weapons or tools, and with Raven and Beast Boy both locked in power nullification collars and Starfire in the next room having who knew what being done to her, this was their last idea left.

Cyborg sat calmly in place, checking their progress.  Metal tubes from the stumps of his wrists trailed across the floor in both directions, hotwired into Beast Boy and Raven's collars.  As Robin slowly restored his programming line by line, he was hacking into them, working through the simple encryption that protected the collars from outside signal interruption.

The half-robot felt Robin stiffen again, as another scream went up from behind the wall, the boy's hands on his metal arm fisting tightly.  Cyborg glanced up, seeing Robin's face twisting, as though he were the one being tortured.

He touched Robin's shoulder.  "Hey," he called.  "She'll be all right," he said, encouragingly.  "Our girl's really strong, you know."

Robin exhaled slowly, relaxing his hands.  "I know, I just..."  His voice was shaky, a trembling note in it.  "I hate hearing her in pain."

He kept his words quiet, low, a nervous crawling awareness in the back of his head of the eyes watching him.   Or, single eye rather.

Slade sat in the shadows against the far wall, observing silently.  The reason he was here--the only reason, he'd emphasized repeatedly--was lying prone across the man's lap.  Jericho was unconscious and pale, electric burns all across his face and body, his uniform ripped and dirty.

Robin tried not to think about the fact that whatever had been done to him was probably being done to Starfire, right that moment.

Despite his cautious whisper, Slade apparently overheard him.  "Then you had better work quickly," he commented, witheringly flat.

The Boy Wonder resisted the urge to snap back at the villain.

"I'm trying, it's--"  He let out a frustrated exhale.  "--it's complicated."

"That's an encouraging assessment," Slade said.

"Look, if you don't have anything productive to say just shut up," Beast Boy piped up, snapping, crossing his arms and glaring at the man.  "Seriously dude."

Slade turned his head and held up a hand, backing off.

Robin paid Beast Boy a grateful look, to which the changeling replied with a nod, and then got back to work, fixing another line of code.

He tried not to think about what was happening in the next room.  What Starfire had offered herself up for, to save the rest of them.

He still hated it every time it replayed in his head.

***

The heavy door clicked open, spilling blinding light into the dark cell.  The Titans tensed, Robin and Beast Boy and Raven all standing at once to their feet, glaring across at the white-coated villain and his armed entourage.

The guards raised their firearms immediately to discourage any funny business as their boss stepped forward.

"Finding your accommodations comfortable?" he asked, a veneer of politeness over his slimy cadence.

"Oh yeah," Beast Boy snarked.  "Pitch black room with no seats or TV, just five-star stuff there."

The man--a mad scientist who went by the name Dr. Agony--shifted to face Slade's corner, sneering.  "I must say, Deathstroke," he said, "I was never expecting you to bring so many young heroes with you.  I always thought you worked alone.  I suppose I should thank you."  A creepy grin spread his face.  "Now I have plenty of test subjects for my experiments!" he crowed.

Slade's glare had been ice cold, seething with withheld anger.  "I hope you realize you're dead when I get out of here," he said calmly.

Dr. Agony backed off with a bit of a nervous laugh, turning his attention instead to the Titans.  He looked them over one by one, considering them, scrutinizing them.

"Let's see... who to try my device on next?" he mused.  A hand pinched his chin in contemplation as he paced before them.  "The youngest?" he suggested, stopping briefly in front of Beast Boy, who glared right back.  Dr. Agony glanced aside at Robin thoughtfully.  "Or perhaps the one without powers?"

There was a stirring next to the Boy Wonder, and an orange hand inserted itself between him and the doctor.

"I will do it," Starfire said firmly.

Dr. Agony clapped his hands together and rubbed them.  "A volunteer!  Oh how exciting!  This has never happened!" he gushed.

Robin turned aside to Starfire, his expression agonized.  "Star, don't," he begged.  "Let me do it."

She shook her head.

"I am more resilient than the rest of you and... I have faced torture before," she told him, hesitating on the last part. She turned her face up to him with a sad smile.   "I will be okay," she promised in a whisper.

Robin bit his lip, but stepped back with a nod.

Starfire steeled herself, facing the villain.

"Right this way, my dear!" he said, extending a hand past himself towards the door.

Straightening her chin, Starfire walked past him.  The guards flanked her on the way out, hiding her from view before Dr. Agony followed behind and the door snapped shut plunging them into pitch blackness once again.

***

The minutes ticked on inside the cell.  Cyborg tested his biointerface every so often, slowly regaining functionality.  Raven sat in a meditative position, eyes closed, concentrating on the vague sensations she could feel past the collar's dampening.  Beast Boy fidgeted, bouncing his foot and tapping his hands on his knee.

Occasional yells came from behind the door, but they were brief.  Aside from making the Titans flinch, they weren't a distraction.

Until suddenly... the screaming didn't stop.

A shriek went up, louder than before, long and agonized.  Robin gasped sharply, head whipping towards the door.  The shriek went on, and on, and on.

Beast Boy stopped fidgeting.  Raven's face pinched, her eyes tightening, and Cyborg looked towards the wall worriedly.  Even Slade cast a concerned look that direction.

Shaking, Robin forced his attention back down on Cyborg's arm, fingers sliding across the display keys.  Starfire's scream finally died down, and Robin almost sighed in relief, but then a new wail started.  And then another, and then another, and then another after that.

Robin's fingers fumbled and he frantically backtracked several lines of code to correct several errors he'd made, only to make new ones.  He tapped agitatedly at the keyboard display before his hands dropped off Cyborg's arm, covering his face.

"Oh god..." he breathed.

"Don't give up," Cyborg encouraged, eyes earnest.  "You've almost got it."

Robin inhaled deeply, trying again.

Raven's eyes were open now, fixed on the wall, her face paling as Starfire's screaming continued in an uninterrupted streak.  Beast Boy gave a little whimper, bringing his hand up and biting his thumb.

They didn't need to say anything for Robin to understand what they were all thinking.  The sooner Cyborg was fixed, the quicker they could help Starfire.  It was all up to him.  It was all up--

Starfire screeched, a shrill high-pitched cry that rang like alarm bells in their heads.

Robin rocked back, his hands clamping over his ears, fingers clawing against his scalp, squeezing his eyes closed tightly.

"Stop..." he whispered.  "Stop it..."  His voice trembled as he begged the open air.  "...please..."

"Robin," Cyborg called.

No response.

"Robin, hey!" Cyborg said, a little louder, lifting his arm and sharply slapping the boy's shoulder with the stub of his wrist.  "Snap out of it!  I need to you focus!" he admonished, eyes and expression firm.

Robin shook his head weakly.  "I can't...  I--I can't, Cyborg, she..." he stammered.

"We can't help her unless we finish this," Cyborg reminded him with emphasis.

It was no use.  Robin was already curling up with his knees to his chest, mumbling incoherently, hands still squeezing his ears.

"...my fault, s'all my fault, I shouldn't have let her..."

Cyborg glanced about in aggravation and frustration.  "C'mon man, don't do this now," he pleaded, an edge of desperation creeping into his face.

He glanced briefly towards Slade--no help there, he knew.  He looked to the other Titans.  Raven had her gaze on Robin now, looking pained.  Beast Boy's eyes were wide as saucers, the blood drained from his face as he looked on, horrified.

Cyborg gave a growl.  "B, you're up.  Get over here," he ordered.

"Me?!" Beast Boy squeaked.  He gawped indignantly.  "What am I supposed to do?"

"Finish fixing my code, now come on," Cyborg said, urging him over with his head.

Beast Boy picked up the wire leading into his collar and dragged it over with him as he came over, stepping around Robin as the Boy Wonder trembled in place.

He leaned down and took a quick look at the text in Cyborg's arm.  He blanched again.

"Dude, what is this?  Is this Python?!  I'm not qualified for this!" the changeling protested.

"You hack computers all the time!" Cyborg argued, his voice rising.

"Yeah but that's different!  I can't just mess around in your systems!"

"Well someone has to do it!" Cyborg snapped loudly.

His shout echoed in the room a moment, then left the room completely silent save for Robin's whimpering gibberish.

Cyborg noticed the stressed glimmer hugging the edges of Beast Boy's eyes, and sighed, lowering his voice again.

"Look, it's easy," he said quietly.  "Just read out the code to me, and I'll tell you exactly what to do."

Beast Boy's pinched eyes flicked towards Robin, but Robin's head was buried in his knees and shaking, so with extreme reluctance he knelt down by Cyborg, accepting that--for the moment--the Titans' fearless leader was useless to them.

"Okay..." Beast Boy breathed, trying to calm his nerves.  His sensitive ears could pick out every decibel of Starfire's screaming and that forced him to remember what was at stake.  "Okay...  So, the first line is--"

The two of them worked quickly, Beast Boy reading out the lines of code and programming and Cyborg quickly identifying which part was wrong and instructing the changeling how to change it.

Sharp electric crackling could now be heard, punctuating the spaces between Starfire's screams.  Robin squished himself smaller and smaller, his arms like vices around his leg, whispering, "Stopitstopitstopistopit..." in a long blended stream.

Slade was silent in the corner, watching with an unreadable expression, but Cyborg thought he caught a glimpse of the man's grip tightening protectively on Jericho.

The half-robot sent signals to Raven's collar again.

"Ngh!" she grunted, giving a harsh jolt and a flinch behind her closed eyes.

Beast Boy paused a moment, glancing over in concern.  "Raven?" he asked.  "What is it?"

Raven's face was grimacing in discomfort.  "It's working," she relayed.  She opened her eyes, expression grim.  "I can feel her."

Beast Boy's eyes widened.  He glanced first at Robin--who had finally pulled his face from his knees, a tormented look on his haggard features--and then at Cyborg, who nodded.

The changeling's voice grew a little tighter and higher-pitched as he read out the next part.

"Okay, so I close the brackets right?"

"Yeah, and make sure those quotation marks are inside the parenthesis," Cyborg confirmed.

Starfire's next scream was louder than ever, ending in a horrible pained sobbing.

"Azar..." Raven breathed.

Robin uncurled with a cry, surging to his feet, flinging himself against the door.

"STOP IT!  STOP IT!  LEAVE HER ALONE!" he shouted, pounding on the metal with his fists.  "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"Oh man..." Beast Boy whimpered, his attention already drawing away from Cyborg's arm towards the awful display.

"Keep going," Cyborg urged.

Beast Boy kept reading aloud the lines, following Cyborg's instructions to fix them, trying to ignore the slams and crashing coming from in front of them as Robin threw himself bodily into the thick cell wall.

Bang!  BANG!

Robin couldn't think, half-feral with fear and desperation.  He screamed his lungs out furiously, scratching, clawing at the door, smashing his fists into it over and over.

"BASTARD!" he shrieked.  "I'LL KILL YOU!  I SWEAR  I'LL KILL YOU!"

There was nothing in his head but panic and anger.  Starfire was out there, she was in pain, and he couldn't make it stop.

There was a low voice from beyond the door--Dr. Agony maybe?--and a breath in-between a surge of electric humming and Starfire's awful, awful scream-filled cries of agony.

"STOP!" he yelled in response.  "Starfire!  Starfire!"  His vision was blurring, his knuckles were bruised and his head spun but he didn't care, he just wanted to smash through the wall and pull her from that stupid device and hold her and bury his face in her hair and know she was okay, tell her she was okay, tell it it had all stopped.  He reeled back with a dry sob.  "Take me instead!" he called.  "Take me, please, I'll do anything!"  Wet heat was welling up in his eyes but he was beyond the point of noticing anymore.  "Please just stop!  Please!"

He drew back and slammed himself into the door again.

"Stop hurting her!"

"Robin--" Raven began to say, worried gaze fixed on him mutely.

Another slam.

"I'll kill you, you bastard. I'LL KILL YOU!  STOP IT!"

"Robin stop, she can hear you!" Raven cried.

A hand clutched at her temple.  Cyborg and Beast Boy's work was evident in the fading numbness, the ever-loudening echoes she could feel through her empathic senses, which rang with feedback from her bond with Robin.  Starfire's pain fed into Robin's distress, which fed back into Starfire's, cyclical and building and stumbling over each other in her head and she almost didn't want her powers back if this hellish loop of pain and fear and hopelessness was what waited for her.

Robin just charged headlong into the door again with a snarling cry.

Raven shifted, moving to get up, but Slade was already beating her to the punch.  Jericho was laid down carefully on the floor and the man stood to his feet, walking calmly over to the frenzied Robin.

The Boy Wonder smashed into the door once more, reeling back with a pained groan and clutching at his shoulder.  He was moving back to try again, but just as he lurched forward Slade's hand caught his arm and stopped him, turning the boy to face him.

"That's enough, Robin," he said sternly.

Robin rounded on him, shouting shrilly.  "This is all your fault!" he yelled.  His arm drew back for a swing.  "We wouldn't even be here if you hadn't--"

Slade caught the punch he threw, gripping Robin's wrist tightly, harshly.

"This.  Won't.  Help her," he hissed, the words pinching through his teeth.

Robin inhaled shakily, the tears in his eyes welling up and finally spilling down his cheeks.  He leaned forward, choking back a sob, resting his forehead on Slade's chestplate.

Slade stiffened, dropping Robin's wrist and giving an aggravated hiss.  His hands hovered awkwardly in the air.  The Titans gaped openly, wearing matching expressions of shock.  Robin sniffled pitifully, his shoulders shaking.

After a long uncomfortable moment, Slade finally pushed at Robin's shoulders, and Robin seemed to come to himself, pulling quickly back and wiping at his eyes.

"'m sorry.  I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Cyborg shook his head, nudging Beast Boy with his knee to keep working.  They could process how weird all this was later.  "All right, BB, I think one more signal disruption should do it."

Beast Boy nodded, returning to the lines of code and entering in another cipher.

As soon as he finished, Cyborg tested the inner mechanism of his sonic cannon, sending a surge of electricity through his arm, up the wire, and into Raven's collar.

It shorted, sparking and then popping open and Raven snapped up her hands in a flash.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" she yelled.

Black energy poured out from her, extinguishing the dim computer display, and a chill surrounded them.  Sounded muted out for a moment before becoming horribly clear, light and open air hitting their faces.

Their feet were barely back on solid ground before Robin launched himself forward, screaming wretchedly.  He body-checked one of Dr. Agony's technicians, slamming the man into the ground, his fist uppercutting the man's jaw.  A couple more brutal punches smashed into the technician's face before the guards were finally reacting, rushing forward, pulling the Boy Wonder off.  He twisted around, his arms flailing, legs sweeping out for kicks and he soon became a blur to the other Titans' eyes.

Raven let her powers lash around the room, slicing through rifles, smacking men into the walls.  The wires rolled up into Cyborg's wrist stubs and he shoulder-slammed a technician aside to retrieve one of his hands from a metal table.  Beast Boy tossed him his other one and Cyborg's sonic cannon ratcheted up, adding its noise to the chaos and din.

At some point Beast Boy's collar came off and his roars sounded as he towered over the room in T-Rex form, sweeping his tail across a row of equipment and tables and splintering the rack they had Starfire attached to.  She collapsed across the rubble, crimson hair splaying across the ground.

Raven shoved out walls of black matter, pushing obstacles aside so she could clear a path to the Tamaranian.  The empathic waves she could sense from Starfire were finally calming, but Robin was blaring louder than ever.  She cast her eyes about, looking for him.

There was a swoosh of air, a dull thud, and a wet gargle from her right, and her empathic senses felt a rush of fear blossoming; her head whipped that direction in time to see a quick flash of Slade, Jericho over his shoulder, pulling a knife from Dr. Agony's gut.  The man toppled over, out of sight, and she had turn away to sidestep the blow a guard was swinging at her.

She looked forward again.  Beast Boy and Cyborg were making their way to Starfire's side.  Robin had another guard pinned underneath him; the man's nose was broken--possibly his jaw too--and blood streamed freely down his face and Robin was still punching, each blow harder and harder, screaming with every breath.

Raven reached out as he was lifting his fist again, snagging his wrist.

"Enough!" she shouted.  She pulled him backwards off the guard, yanking him to his feet, grabbing his arms near the shoulders.  "It's okay, it's okay Robin, we've got her now," she assured him.  "Calm down."

He gasped heavily, catching his breath, every limb shaking and vibrating, the rage within him quivering.  With enormous effort, he forced himself to take deeper and slower breaths.

A soft groan sounded.

Robin shoved Raven aside with his arm, running and stumbling towards the fallen princess.  Cyborg had turned her over, was busy examining her, checking her pulse, her breathing, but Robin couldn't wait for him to be finished, throwing himself down and scooping her up in his arms, squeezing her tightly.

"Star..." he sobbed, tear tracks streaking down his face again.  "Star I'm so, so sorry!  I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he breathed over and over again.

She moaned quietly, her eyelids fluttering open, eyes still vibrantly green in spite of the pallor of her skin and the burn marks marring her clothes and extremities.

Her mouth twitched with a smile.

"Robin..." she whispered, and the relief in her voice made the floodgates open and Robin cried openly, wheezing, shuddering, sobbing until he hiccuped, unable to make himself move or do anything but hold her tighter and tighter, feel her heartbeat against his chest.

She was warm...

The other Titans hovered, keeping careful watch over the fallen guards and technicians.  Raven glanced over and grimaced at the growing pool of blood underneath the twisted body of the doctor.  Slade and Jericho had vanished.  She couldn't sense them anywhere near.

Feeling the consciousnesses of several men beginning to return, she tugged lightly on Robin's cape.

"We can't stay here," she told him.

Pulling his head up, Robin inhaled and nodded.  He didn't move for several long seconds though, and finally Beast Boy just nosed his way under them, becoming an elephant to carry them out of there.

Raven lifted Cyborg and the Titans made their escape, turning down hallways and corridors until they emerged into the open air.

Robin cradled Starfire tightly the whole way, slowly growing numb to the world.

***

Sunlight streamed into the room, bright to match the cadence of her voice as she sat up, eating and talking.

Robin hovered outside the door to the medbay, holding his elbows.  Hesitating.

Starfire picked food from her tray as she chatted, dressed in a light hospital gown, her arms wrapped with white bandages.  The other Titans--plus Jericho--were arranged around her in a supportive circle.  She sounded okay, but Robin had heard crying from the room in the middle of the night, and he wasn't sure if it was his nightmares bleeding into reality or reality bleeding into his nightmares.

He was almost afraid to ask.

"You know I can sense you standing out there."

Robin startled at Raven's voice from inside the room.  The conversation had gone quiet without him noticing.  With a grimace, he stepped around the doorframe.

Cyborg leaned back from Starfire's hospital bed, sending him a grin.

"Look who decided to finally join us," he quipped.

His grin faded as he and Beast Boy separated from the rest and came over to speak with him privately.

"Real talk, are you okay man?" Cyborg asked, voice low.  "You took everything pretty hard."

The concern with which they were looking at him was scalding and he hated it.  "I'm not the one who got..."  He paid an uncomfortable glance at Starfire and Jericho.  "...experimented on."

"Yeah but you, like... completely fell apart," Beast Boy pointed out, whispering.  "You practically wanted a hug from Slade."

"Don't remind me," Robin muttered.

"Robin?" Starfire called from behind them.

"We'll talk later," Robin decided, pushing past the other boys.

Starfire beamed broadly upon seeing him.  She extended a hand, motioning for him to sit next to her.  Jericho got up from the spot she indicated, nodding at Robin.

Should we let you two have a minute? he signed.

"Yes.  Thanks," he said gratefully.

Jericho grabbed the stand his IV was hanging from and rolled it along with him, motioning for the others to follow.

Raven cast a look at him that promised they would be talking later before she followed the boys out of the room, Beast Boy and Cyborg sharing matching expressions of reluctance.

Their footsteps faded from hearing.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Robin flung himself across the room to her side, his arms wrapping tight around her, a choked sound coming from him.

Starfire let out a grunt of surprise at first, but quickly wound her arms across his back.  Her face tucked into the crook of his neck and she felt his shoulders shaking.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed.  "I'm so sorry, Starfire, when I heard you I just--I couldn't--"

"I know," she told him.  "I understand."  She squeezed him tighter, her fingers curling into his tunic.  "But it was... difficult... hearing you and knowing you could not help me."

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

They stayed there, embracing each other, Robin's tears dripping down his chin.

Eventually he pulled back, mashing his hands across his cheeks.  He inhaled shakily, leveling his eyes at her in concern.  "Are... you okay now?" he asked anxiously.

She hesitated to answer, glancing down.  "I am... not sleeping well," she admitted softly.  "Sounds startle me.  I had an awful nightmare last night."  She traced the blanket across her legs with her fingers.  "Jericho says he is feeling much the same."  Her eyes lifted again, bright and soft, and a sad smile touched her lips.  "But we are healing quickly from the physical damage."  She shook her head.  "In time, the emotional will fade as well."

His hand crept across the bed for hers, interlacing their fingers.  "I'll be here if... if you need to talk.  About anything."

Her smile edged wider.  "Thank you."  She squeezed his hand.  "Now please," she told him, "I know you have not slept either, so go and get some rest.  For me."

"In a bit," he promised.  "I need to... look at you for a while."

She let him, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand as the sunlight framed their heads and a sense of quiet peace settled over them.

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

Finding Paradise A Zowens Fanfic

By Shanieomaniac

A short fanfic for this weeks Smackdown, based on @ilovesamizayn‘s brilliant Zowens post.

My brain simply would NOT let me sleep until I wrote this. Now it’s 6 am and I’ve been up all night and my sleep schedule is wrecked and DAMMIT BASTARD BRAIN!

(Also, see the one that she’s writing on her blog as well PLEASE! And Zaynee, don’t give up on yours, I eagerly await where you take it. I made mine a one and done for sanity’s sake.)

Story under cut

The Intercontinental Title was such a work of art, Sami had decided.

Just the title for an artist such as himself to hold.

Sami Zayn was sitting backstage at Smackdown admiring the title he had never lost and yet somehow regained at Clash of Champions. It was beautiful, the brassy gold reflecting against the lights, while the black accents and leather provided just the right contrast to balance it out.

I should polish it again, he thought to himself and, deciding that was a great plan, pulled the polishing cloth he had bought just for that purpose from his duffel bag.

On the monitor before him, the action in the ring was playing out. At the moment, Miz and Morrison were having a tag match against Heavy Machinery. Otis was such a goofball, Sami mused, he could never hold championship gold, Mr. Money in the Bank be damned. He just wasn’t charismatic or brilliant enough.

He wasn’t worthy of a title like Sami was.

Gently buffing the fingerprints off the reflective surface, Sami moved the cloth with precision. He had to make sure it was pristine, the moreso the better, whatever it took to make it shine like a star as brilliant as he was.

He was so engrossed in polishing the title that he didn’t even realize that Kevin’s match against the Fiend was up next. Not until the shrill notes of The Fiend’s music hit did his attention divert back to the monitor.

Sami paused to watch the Fiend stalk his way to the ring. The Fiend was facing Kevin Owens, a man Sami knew very well. Hell, if you asked Sami, he’d tell you he knew Kevin more than ever recently. Sami never would have won the IC title to begin with if it hadn’t been for Kevin showing Sami what was important... namely yourself, and while he hadn’t paid much attention to what Kevin had been up to lately (Sami had gotten the notion that he was being unusually kind, which almost confused him enough to care, but not quite,) Sami realized that from his understanding a match against The Fiend could be lifechanging. The least he could do for his old friend was watch it.

So, Sami tucked the polishing cloth back into his bag, laid the title across his lap and watched the match.

It... wasn’t much of a match.

The Fiend was an otherworldly being, a force of pure evil and destruction, carving a path of blood and brutality wherever he went. Kevin Owens was no different, and Sami found his stomach beginning to turn at the level of violence he was witnessing. At one point it almost looked like Kevin would get some offense, but The Fiend countered by flattening Kevin with a clothesline, KO’s head snapping backward across the mat.

Despite himself, Sami began to worry.

He didn’t know why, his time with Kevin was in the past, right? They weren’t friends anymore, and they certainly didn’t need each other. It was true that Kevin hadn’t thrived quite so well in Sami’s absence as Sami had without Kevin, but Kevin could take care of himself.

Right?

Sami watched as The Fiend continued to brutalize Kevin.

Kevin’s fine, Sami lied to himself, He’s got this. The fiend won’t completely destroy him.

Sami’s chest began to tighten as he watched him do just that. He began to take short, rapid, nervous breaths, silently pleading for the malevolent creature to finish the fight.

When he saw The Fiend grab Kevin by the neck for the Sister Abigail, he breathed a sigh of relief. It would be over soon. He watched as Bray spun Kevin around, slamming him to the mat.

Finally, Sami thought, just pin him.

The Fiend didn’t. Instead, there was an awful shrieking sound that rang throughout the entire arena, and the multitude of screens in the Thunderdome turned black and the screen seemed to cut out.

“What the hell?” Sami exclaimed. He jumped to his feet, still holding the IC title in a tight grip. When the signal picked back up again, the lights were all red and The Fiend was standing over top of Kevin in the ring, that large, sinister mallet in his hands. The shrieking continued and Sami was horrified as he realized Kevin was completely helpless.

Oh no, Sami thought, as his stomach dropped.

Oh God no...

He watched as The Fiend raised the mallet over his head, before driving it downwards into Kevin’s back.

The Intercontinental Championship clattered to the ground, cast aside like an unloved trinket, as Sami Zayn bolted for the ring.

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Sami wasn’t sure how many times Kevin had been hit before he got to the ring.

Sliding in headfirst, Sami scurried his way across the ring to Kevin who was lying motionless in a pile near the center of the ring.

“KEVIN!” he cried out as he reached his friend. Sami deliberately positioned himself between Kevin and what he had decided was Evil Incarnate, in the back of his mind praying that the bastard would just walk away. It didn’t matter, Sami wasn’t paying attention to The Fiend. He wasn’t important at the moment, Kevin was, and as the masked demon stepped back, the shrieking in the arena stopped, although the red lighting remained unchanged. Momentarily relieved, Sami rolled Kevin onto his back, his hand gently cupping his friend’s cheek.

“Kev,” he said softly, “Kev, can you hear me?”

Kevin made no response, his eyes remaining closed.

Sami changed positions and pulled his friend into his arms, Kevin’s head cradled against his shoulder.

“Come on, Kevin, wake up,” he pleaded. There was still silence.

Desperation crept into his soul as tears began to form.

“Wake UP, KEVIN!” Sami shouted. He pulled Kevin even closer into himself, almost as if he could just hold him tight enough, his friend would be ok.

But he wasn’t, and as Sami gripped Kevin Owens in his arms, he began to scream, bitter, shaking sobs coming from him as the pain of loss wracked his body.

He never even heard the Fiend moving behind him.

Without warning, the Fiend slammed the mallet into Sami’s back. Sami gasped in agony, his back arching for a moment before he curled inward.

Pain exploded in Sami’s mind. That mallet, it looked lightweight, but whatever mystical force it was imbued with was made of sheer torment.

He felt the thing impact a second time; this time closer to his neck.

In the hell he was experiencing, he realized he should probably find a way to escape, to stop the beating. But... Kevin. Kevin was still helpless in his arms, if Sami left, if he even could, it would leave Kevin open to further attacks.

No, Sami thought, the blood in his field of vision growing with each passing moment, I can’t let him hurt Kevin.

So, placing Kevin down on the mat, Sami moved to block the Fiend from him, his back shielding Kevin from any potential blows.

The blows continued, falling on Sami instead.

CRACK! Against his spine.

CRUNCH! His pelvis fractured.

THUD! The back of his head took a blow.

Somewhere, buried beneath a billion layers of suffering, Sami realized that a beating like this could end his career. There might have even been a thought spared for what was likely an again-soon-to-be-vacated IC title. But he couldn’t be bothered. He was there, protecting Kevin. As painful as the beating was, Sami couldn’t help but smile inwardly. His and Kevin’s careers had been intertwined for so long. In a way, they had started together. Now, they would end together as well.

And as the tears streaked down Sami’s face, he was strangely at peace.

He didn’t even realize for a moment that the attack had stopped.

When he did, he hurt so much, it was difficult to see why. But he lifted his head the best he could and saw The Fiend standing in front of them, his eyes staring down at them both from within the demonic mask.

And he wasn’t alone. Standing beside The Fiend, a tormented smile on her face, was Alexa Bliss. She too stared down at them, as though admiring her beastly lover’s handiwork.

Then, without a word, she reached a hand up to The Fiend’s masked face and stroked his cheek, the tender touch horribly out of place for the current situation.

For a moment, Sami was afraid Alexa would take a turn with the Mallet.

Instead, through the haze of pain, Sami watched as she took his left gloved hand in her own hands and, ever so softly, kissed the word printed there – HEAL. The Fiend said nothing, permitting this show of affection before Alexa turned her attention to where Sami was laying on top of Kevin in the ring. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped to a knee beside them, a twisted grin forming on her face.

Sami wanted to cry out. He had no idea what the hell Little Miss Bliss had planned for them, but he was too badly injured to protest or stop her. Instead, he just gazed in horror as she closed the distance between them, and fearing the worst, Sami dropped his face down into Kevin’s shoulder and slammed his eyes shut.

“I’m here, Kevin,” he whispered, “whatever happens, I’m here.”

His body was shattered and broken and his entire world was pain. This was the end, he knew it.

He felt Alexa take his head in her hands, and he didn’t fight her as she lifted it roughly...

And placed a kiss among the fluffy curls.

Another shriek sounded, then everything went black and silent once more.

When the lights came back on, the first thing Sami realized was he wasn’t in pain anymore. Far from it, he felt great, all the lingering aches and pains from the previous two weeks had evaporated. He felt wonderful.

Also, Alexa and the Fiend were gone.

Kevin was still underneath him though, and he was very confused.

“Kevin?” he asked, getting up off the larger man, “Kevin, are you ok?”

Kevin’s eyes fluttered open.

“Ssssami?” he whimpered before his eyes went wide with panic and he started grabbing for Sami, “Oh GOD, Sami, is he gone?!”

Sami took Kevins flailing hands into his own and gently shushed him. “Shhh, shhh, it’s ok. He’s gone. We’re fine now.”

The panic in Kevin’s eyes shifted to relief and he began to calm down. Sami pulled Kevin into a seated position and gently pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Kevin shook his head and sniffled a bit, wiping his nose on his wrist tape.

“How are we ok?” he asked shakily.

Sami shrugged. “I think Alexa used the Heal glove on us. Best idea I have.”

Kevin nodded. “That was...” he began, “That was awful. I couldn’t move! It was like he got inside my head! I don’t - I never want to – I - “

Kevin’s voice started creeping towards panic again, but Sami wrapped his arms around Owens and held him tight.

“It’s ok, Kev,” Sami told him, the decision in his mind having been made all the way backstage “From now on, you won’t be facing him alone. I’ll be with you, I promise.”

The words calmed Kevin down for a moment, before he pulled away from Sami, incredulously.

“Hang on,” he said skeptically, throwing both attitude and a glare in Sami’s direction. “Since when were you so interested in my well-being?”                              

Sami sighed and scratched at his beard nervously. “Since about five minutes ago when I watched a demonic clown almost murder my best friend.”

Sami looked around shiftily before his eyes met Kevin’s. The two sat there for a moment, their eyes locked and a lifetime of history and emotion flowing between them, before Kevin chucked and broke away.

“Works for me,” he said, and he got to his feet, brushing his shorts off as he did. Sami followed soon after and the pair stood in the middle of the Thunderdome, surrounded by hundreds of perplexed digital heads. The pair looked around, observing the reactions before Kevin sheepishly remarked “I don’t think they were expecting a reunion tonight.”

Sami huffed. “Whatever, screw them. They don’t matter. You’re what’s important.”

Smirking, Kevin replied “And what about the Intercontinental title. I thought that was important.”

Sami gave a firm nod, “Oh it is, but you come first. Well, ok, maybe tied for first. Actually, it might be ahead by a bit.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Sami sigh, exasperated. “Fine, OK, you’re about a quarter-point ahead. Don’t test me, Kevin.”

A smile spread across Kevin’s face. “We’ll make it work. Although, our renewed partnership is dependent on my being traded to Smackdown.”

Sami beamed. “Oh, I’m sure I can pull some strings. I am IC Champion after all.”

“Two time, even,” KO commented.

The redhead chirped back “Nope, undisputed and undefeated. AJ and Jeff were frauds.”

Kevin chuckled again. “Right. Of course.”

Owens threw his arm around Sami’s green jacketed shoulders.

“Come on,” he said, “I could go for a burger.”

“You could always go for a burger.”

‘True, but right now, I could go for a double. Getting destroyed by a mystical swamp creature really takes a lot out of you.”

Sami said nothing but bobbed his head in agreeance and allowed himself to be led away by his friend. The next morning, he would set about getting Kevin traded to Smackdown. After all, if it worked for The Miz, it should work for him, and with Kevin safely on the same show as him, he could keep an eye on him. Yes, Kevin could take care of himself, he always could. But sometimes it helps to have a friend guarding your rear.

Kevin used to call Sami his “Guardian Angel.”

Sami wasn’t sure how much angelic nature there was left in him but if returning to the heavens was what it took to protect Kevin, he would gladly do so. He’d find paradise, seeking it out and ascending to the highest peaks and towers to protect Kevin, and as he headed to the back with Kevin at his side, Sami realized that, after all their time together, he’d only thought he understood Kevin. He was certain that, after everything, he knew what made Kevin so successful. You look out for number on, take care of yourself first, to Hell with everyone else.

Fuck that. Even if nobody else in the entire goddamn business cared about them, they needed to care for each other.

He and Kevin had decided long ago that, whatever or wherever they ended up in the industry, it would be together. They’d been apart for too long, he decided. They were better as a team, even if they had never won tag team gold when they were a pair, they could protect each other from anyone who might try to end their careers. As long as they could fight another day, there’d always been the potential for championships.

And maybe, Sami thought happily, as he watched his friend move alongside him, maybe he’ll even let me take the lead this time.

END

God I hope you can forgive me, Zaynee. I couldn’t NOT write this. I tried,  really did. My damn bastard brain read that post and immediately started spinning shit. Sorry if you feel I stole your idea. Please forgive me. *hides face in shame*

[vivxwrites]

Lovers Quarrel

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1625

Warning(s): None? Some injuries. Ca:cw spoilers (lol)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: hi! i sincerely apologize for the wait so here’s this! It was requested by an anon here and i hope whoever that whoever it was gets to read it! 

The scene painted out before you reminded your idle mind of those that occurred during the times of ancient history, tales recorded on wooden tablets and later translated into a world of empires and invasions. Tales of kings and commanders and armies, tales of power struggles and barbaric actions. Where city-states were just barely discovering copper and iron and steel and metal and where one-hundred-year-old super soldiers didn’t magically freeze and thaw out, only to wake up seventy something years later. Where there was no Iron Man, or Hawkeye, and where there were certainly no Black Widows. No Black Widows that slowly extended their long legs over your heart and nestled down deep, deep enough to just nearly become one with the genetic coding of the cells that made up one of the most vital organs in your body. You furtively wished that you weren’t part of the timeline filled with superhumans and ex-Russian assassins and men that flew around in suits engineered by a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

Despite your desperate wishes here you were, lined up in an airport hanger with half of the avengers that you had chosen to align yourself with. Across from you stood your friends, your family, and your- well, you weren’t quite sure what exactly Natasha was to you.

You could feel her eyes fixated on you, and whether fury or concern were being directed at you, you weren’t too sure, especially seeing as you refused to even flick your own eyes in her general direction. 

Her tiny huff of annoyance didn’t go unnoticed by you and you cursed whatever government officials deemed the Accords an appropriate measure of action. If splitting the Avengers into two was the reaction they were oh so kindly hoping to achieve, then their overpriced bottles of champagne were most certainly cork-less by now.

Your whole body ached with the primal need to see the love and adoration that you had grown used to in the now familiar jade-green eyes of one Natasha Romanoff. Your bones had long since endured the weight of sorrow and regret and by this point, the precipice of this protracted conflict, you were feeling the full weight and brunt of a word solely known as exhaustion. 

You were pulled from your period of self-awareness by the start of the fight, the war, between two forces that had been nearly unstoppable when combined. What the outcome would be, you hadn’t the slightest clue and you were whole-heartedly not looking forward to finding out.

And so you did your best to avoid the stunning red-head who made your head swim with thoughts that you were definitely not supposed to be thinking while tossing punches at some guy in a panther suit. As the battle dragged on, however, you were unpleasantly forced to find out that your attempts to avoid that certain someone were meaningless.

She looked as good as ever in her sleek combat gear and good god what you wouldn’t give to smash your body against hers in a hug tight enough to crack the pistachio nuts you had deemed ‘breakfast’ just this morning.

“(Y/N).” She spoke with a tone of indifference and you flinched at the fact that it was being directed at you. Of course you felt immense guilt for not sticking by Natasha’s side but how could you when your beliefs lay with the opposite team? How could you sit back and sign a contract that basically handed over your freedom and everything that you had worked so very hard to achieve when you were something of a Hydra experiment yourself? How could you possibly be able to sign your life away to the sleazy, wrinkly men that called themselves the American Government when you had been in Bucky’s shoes not too long ago? And if you had deserved a chance to change then god fucking dammit so did he.

Needless to say, this was the biggest lovers quarrel in history.

“Nat,” you bit down hard on your lip in an attempt to stop its trembling, “I-“

Thought you loved me, you wanted to say, thought you would understand how much this meant to me, thought you would stand up for me. Your throat bobbed up and down as you swallowed the vowels and consonants of the phrases thickly, their bitter aftertaste more unpleasant than that of the tangy salt water that she made you gargle when you got sick.

You could only stare wordlessly at Nat and she, you. The entire fucked up situation made you feel sick, a constant state of unsettlement rushing through your veins alongside the anger and hatred that you felt for the so-called ‘higher ups.’ And then finally, Clint, bless that man, intervened and off he and Nat went, twisting and turning as if they were the cats and dogs you used to mindlessly watch on television when a nightmare of yours was particularly bad.

The telltale shink of Steve’s shield meeting its target had you cringing inwardly. You heard him holler your name and off into the fray you went, ducking under a stray metal suit and jumping over the cracks in the concrete that made up the hanger. 

“Cap. You called?” You dragged your gaze from him to the hulk of a man next to him and as hard as the soldier tried to remain stoic, you saw the guilty look that hid away in the top corner of his eyes. 

“Buck and I need to get to that hanger over there, can you cover us?” When Steve spoke, your gaze remained on Bucky. You gave him a small, reassuring smile before turning back to Steve.

“It’s what I do best, Captain.” He nodded stiffly and you could tell that something was bothering him. “What? You worried about lil ‘ol me or something?”

He sighed deeply, “You know Natasha would kill me if you get hurt.” 

You felt your nostrils flare in annoyance, “Natasha’s not exactly here right now, is she?” Of course that wasn’t one hundred percent true but from what you could see of her, flashes of red and black every so often, it seemed she was quite busy with problems of her own.

“(Y/N)-“ 

“Steve please. Do you want my help getting across this airport or not?” He finally nodded again and you nodded back.

The three of you took off towards the destination and were about halfway there when the sound of thrusters drew nearer. You cursed to yourself and kept running until Tony dropped down in front of you, the face-plate on his mask retracted as if he wanted the three of you to see just how angry he really was.

“Stark,” You drawled, “how nice to see you.”

“You too sweetheart.” He growled and you sneered at him.

You waved Steve and Bucky forward, signaling that you could handle Tony. They threw you reluctant looks before finally taking off. “You don’t want to tango with me hun.”

A self-satisfied smirk crawled onto your face, “Oh but I do.”

He fired a blast at you and you dodged with a perfectly placed combat roll, positioning yourself behind some loading crates. When Tony flew closer to you, you reached up and clamped your arm onto the arm of his suit and held tight as he swore and flew about, trying to knock you off. When bucking you about like a bronco didn’t work he retracted the faceplate again and smirked at you, “Hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

Tony flew skyward and you held on with all the upper body strength you had as he reached a dangerous height, wherein if you fell you wouldn’t necessarily die, but the impact wouldn’t be the nicest experience.

Your arms burned with the exertion of holding your body weight up and you could feel your fingers beginning to slip on the cool metal of the suit.

“Rhodes, get ready to catch this lovely package.” After Tony’s statement your grip finally gave out and you went tumbling to the ground, a view of smoke and the blue cloud-ridden sky accompanying you.

Rhodey was nowhere to be seen as you fell, ten feet left, then five, until you landed on the ground with a sickening crunch and pain shot up your spine. You tried to scream in agony but the sound wouldn’t come out, as if your vocal chords themselves were feeling the vibrations of the tight, coiling pain. 

Distantly you could hear screams and yelling but you couldn’t make out whom the sounds belonged to. Your eyelids felt heavy and your body twisted and writhed every which way on the ground in an attempt to fight the pain in your system. The ground shook with the approaching footsteps of someone but then again you were too out of it to comprehend if it was instead the violent shaking of your spine beneath you that you were feeling.

“Moya lyubov,” Nat panted desperately and reached over to cup your cheeks in her warm hands, “are you okay?”

“Nat,” you cried, “M’ sorry baby.”

She shushed you and leaned down to press her forehead against yours, the first few tears rushing down her face, “Shh. No, (Y/N), honey it’s not your fault.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered desperately. “I’m so sorry.”

“Baby please, stay with me. Keep your eyes open for me.” Her voice sounded distant even with her close proximity and your eyelids were just so heavy and you could feel yourself giving in, succumbing to the black just visible at the edge of your vision. You took one last peak at Natasha until you finally closed your eyes.

When you woke up you were all alone, cuffed to a hospital bed in an unfamiliar room.

A/N: Listen, I don’t know what this is or why I have inserted some weird world history shit into the fic but please just accept it for what it is. I’m satisfied as hell that I managed to throw this together and have it out to y’all by today so I beg of you to be proud of me for finally putting out some content, regardless of its questionable grammar and spelling and odd facts. Have I done good or have I done goofed, please let me know. Love always, Viv <3

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “For Science Pt 3″

Hello everyone, I am back! and happy to be. I have finished with the busy part of the summer and will, hopefully, be able to get back to my normal routine for writing. Which means more content for you guys and more fun for me. I hope everyone new enjoys the series and that everyone who has been here a while can get back into it :) 

Sunny slipped back into the cover of darkness surprisingly stealthy and light on her feet for a creature covered in almost a hundred pounds of natural armor. 

Conn and Krill crowded around her eager to hear what she had to report, but they were immediately wilted as she shook her head, “Guards ahead, at least three of them, all Drev. I don’t recognize any of them, but I am sure they sympathize with general Cosma, and I can’t take three of them by myself. One ... maybe even two, but three is pushing it.” 

She jumped in sudden surprise as the usually even-mannered doctor spit a rather vicious human curse onto the air. Perhaps even-tempered wasn’t a good description. He was generally even tempered accept for when he was prone to bouts of rage and extreme moments of over-exaggerated bitter sarcasm. 

Conn floated silently, and thoughtfully in the air as was his want. He was a useless sack of useless anyway she thought to herself.

“If only I was…… if only.”

“Three feet taller, and about a hundred pounds heavier.” Sunny finished, and to her surprise, the Vrul nodded with a desperate growl of frustration.

Tilting his head to the side, the starborn ignored their conversation appearing to be deep in concentration as if listening to something coming at him from far away.

“Well, are you going to share, Convict.” Sunny growled. Instead of an answer, the starborn simply responded with an upturned middle finger and an even more exaggerated tilt of the head. The other two waited in bated silence as the minutes dragged on. Finally  Conn turned to them, wide black eyes narrowing in focused attention, “My infected brethren have taken command of our other human comrades. Drev boarding parties have subdued them and plan to bring them to the docking bay.

Sunny cursed hopelessly, “Were they able to get off a transmission to the ship?”

“I am afraid the telepathic waves were used to disrupt our signals as soon as we were within range.”

“And you couldn’t hear this!” Krill demanded angrily.

Conn turned to look at him, “It is very difficult to distinguish the difference between many voices, and the many voices of silence. Each system has a sound unto itself that vibrates inside the brain, and creates a background noise. I have never experienced complete silence before, And similarly I have never experienced the ravings of complete madness.”

“Well it doesn’t matter now, does it.” Sunny hissed, they are coming, and unless we come up with a good plan in the next few minutes, we are going to be caught.”

“A pity the captain will be awake to witness the fall of his crew.” Conn muttered quietly.

Sunny paused….. “Conn, is Adam awake.”

The creature shook his head, “No, but the effects of the drug are beginning to wear off. He is likely to awake in the next few minutes.

Sunny groaned in frustration feeling her heart go cold. She had a feeling that the insane little scientist would much prefer having Adam awake for what he was going to do next, he seemed like the vindictive type to do that. The coldness spread from her heart and all through her body. If only she could talk to Adam one last time, be there for him when……

And idea suddenly struck her, and she rounded on her other two companions startling them backwards suddenly and violently, “Conn, you can talk to Adam!”

“Um yes.” The starborn snapped waving her off.

“NO, I mean just listen to me, you could let him know what we are doing. He could give us information. He could help us.” The chilling that had formed in her heart from earlier thawed out as suddenly as if she had stood herself in front of a blast furnace, “I’VE GOT IT!”

***

“I very much do not like this plan.” Krill had said. His parting words to her as she had dropped him and the starborn back at the control room before backtracking towards the docking bay.Her plan wasn’t really a plan per say, but it was the beginning of one. 

They had almost neglected their one greatest asset, that being their access to the prisons entire security mainframe through that first security room. From there, Krill would be able to see everything going on and, by way of Conn, hopefully relay it to Adam once he woke up. Of course, her radio was completely useless blocked as it was by the starborn transmissions, so that meant that she was on her own for this next part.

Triling through the darkness, she kept one of her hands out and held against the wall guiding her footsteps as they moved further back towards the docking bay. When the noises finally appeared behind her, she was ready, and moved into a side room expectantly. She kept the door cracked an inch as she peered out into the hallway watching as a small group of Drev soldiers passed by. Some of them still wore remnants of the prison jumpsuits, though others had discarded the items of clothing entirely. She waited a little longer as the group moved past her before preparing to trail behind them, but a soft noise from up the hallway made her pause.

She held back in the darkness of the doorway as a lone figure passed hurrying after the others.

He was a silver-carapaced drev of medium height, and he was completely alone.

He would never know what hit him.

****

Sunny stepped form the storage room garbed in a somewhat mussed prison jumpsuit and wearing the earpeace she had dragged off the fallen Drev’s unconscious body. She looked down at the energy rifle, which she had also pilfered, and engaged the lateral switches.

Reaching up, she adjusted her earpiece.

“Sunny, can you hear us.” 

The voice she heard on the other end of the line was gratifying leaving her breathing a sigh of relief as she started her way up the hall.

“Yes.” She whispered in return as she came around a corner.

“Good, We linked your Comm to us as soon as we saw what happened, We suggest staying silent though because I am patching in the feed from the other guards to you…. What are you planning?”

Sunny rounded the next corner taking her hand off the wall as a dim stream of light illuminated the hallway before her. She moved slowly, “Just watch, you’ll know if it works, and if it doesn't work well, than it doesn't matter anyway….” Before Krill could argue with her, Sunny asked one final question, “Adam?”

“Conn says he just starting to wake up, but otherwise we can’t reach him just yet.”

She couldn’t have said that the news didn’t give her some modicum of comfort, but she also wished to hear better news, but at that moment she was forced to go silent as the docking bay opened before her. She could see the two shuttles parked side by side towards the end of the bay, and around them gathered a group of the armed Drev.

Marines were being herded down the walkway chained together by way of energy cuffs about their necks and binding their ankles together. Her brother was dragged from the ship, his massive red form still and silent. Clearly they didn’t trust controlling him when he was awake.

As she approached, a few of the marines lifted their heads from the chains.

Eyes widened, but frantically she shook her head back and fourth placing one claw over her mouth to convince them to keep quiet. Luckily this group of humans was sharp enough to stay quiet dropping their heads towards the floor in mock submission. Despite the act though, Sunny could see the newfound defiance in the way they stood eyeing her from their periphery.

The Drev noticed her when she was only a few feet away turning suspicious eyes on her.

“And who are you.” One of the Drev snapped squaring off against her in a traditionally defensive posture.

She kept her head high looking into the other Drev’s eye despite her much larger height, “Orders from General Cosma. I will be leading the prisoners form here.” She kept herself squared up even as the other drev moved to surround her.

“The general never gave us any such orders.”

“Yeah, and we’ve never even seen you before.” One of them pointed out.

Sunny caught them with a withering glare, “Do you really think the General would find a NEED to give direct orders to you lot.” She shook her head

One of the Drev stepped forward chest out, “And what makes you so important small one.” He asked testily 

Sunny didn’t respond verbally to the Drev’s challenge, instead, she stepped forward  grabbing her opponent by both of his right arms, spinning her back to face him, and then violently pitching forward and yanking throwing him over her shoulder to go crashing into the floor. Still holding onto his hands, she stepped forward locking the elbows of one of his arms between her knees. 

The Drev below her whimpered in pain as she put weight against the joint. Still standing over him, she turned to look at the other Drev who starred on in equal measure of surprise and jealousy.

They had never seen a move like that, and she didn’t expect them to, it was a human move after all.

Eventually she let go of her whimpering opponent. Pointing towards two of the guards she barked an order for them to stay behind and make sure the front remained secure, “Those humans got in before and no one stopped them until they were well on their way inside.” She snarled, “General Cosma does not wish to see such an egregious foresight again.” The two Drev nodded, and stepped to the side while the others, moved by her bidding, stepped towards the front of the group leading the humans back into darkness.

Sunny stayed towards the back of the group as they moved forward conspicuously moving up the line of humans, and using the key she had found on the fallen guard to unlock their energy chains. With a wink from her mechanical eye she let them know to wait until the right time, and so they did.

The line of marines, once prisoners, had now become an invasion force.

The lights around them dimmed, and then grew black except for the slight illumination by the energy cuffs.

“Now!.” Sunny commanded quietly.leaping forward and into the back of one of the startled guards.

Before he could scream, her hands were around his neck, and with a powerful snap, he crumpled to the ground. The other Drev was overwhelmed by at least four of the humans clubbed into submission before she could react. With one of the guards dead and the other incapacitated, they were dragged into the side room where Sunny had left the first guard. 

She took their weapons and their earpieces handing one over to each of the team leaders. 

“Take these, Krill has eyes from above and Conn should have communication with Adam in the next few minutes. We need to move fast before they start experimenting on the other marines. I’ll take you to the cell block, and lock you up with a way to get out. On my signal, I need you to give me a distraction.”

The group of marines nodded, placing their earpieces in.

“I’ve always wanted to start a prison riot.” One of the marines stated nonchilantly cracking her knuckles

The others turned to look at her eyebrows raised, “Seriously?” Someone wondered

“Yeah ever since I was a sweet little girl in pigtails.” She growled sarcastically, “Now come on.”

***

Sunny walked her contrite human prisoners onto the cell block with their heads down and their spirits broken. No one so much as looked up as she walked in and lead the humans over to one of the rooms slipping a key to one of the team leads as she opened the door and shoved them inside. A couple of other humans sat huddled in the corner, and she recognized them almost immediately.

Their eyes widened upon seeing her, and one of them even opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by a glare from one of his other team members. She shut the door and turned on her heel eyes scanning about the room. 

She froze when she recognized one of her humans lying, flat on his back, on one of the cold steel tables. Ramirez’s head was strapped down, as were his other limbs, and he was moaning piteously sounding groggy and disoriented. Just to his side, one of the Tesraki scientists was preparing a long thin implement, directed towards his head.

She was moving before she really knew what she was doing, knowing that she had to think fast, “Stop.” She ordered her voice so commanding that it filled the room, and caused everyone to turn their heads in shock.

The terasaki looked around in bewilderment as Sunny pushed the implement to the side, “What do you think you are doing.” She demanded 

The tesraki stuttered against her imposing question unsure of what to do, “I…. The Dr. told me to.”

“Are you a complete idiot.” She snarled, “Any scientist should know that this human is defective.” Off to her right Ramirez’s head turned slightly a perplexed look on his face. Upon seeing her he groggily opened his mouth to say something, but she jabbed him in the side painfully cutting of whatever he was going to say, “This is CLEARLY inferior human flesh.” she continued walking around him with a critical eye.

“But-” The scientist began, and sunny cut him off

“Just LOOK at him! She announced, isn’t it obvious.” When the Tesraki could do nothing but stare at her in confusion, she growled in mock anger and began stripping the straps from the marine dragging him unceremoniously to his feet, “He will be VERY displeased to hear about this.” and then she turned marching towards the end of the hall with the marine stumbling at her side tripping more than once relying on her to keep him upright.

“Sunny, Adam is awake, he wants to make sure everyone is alright.”

She pushed the marine forward aggressively as she whispered into the earpiece, “Everyone is fine, for now. Can Adam keep the doctor busy?” 

There was a pause for a moment before, “He thinks he can, but he doesn't know for how long. I have made my way into the mainframe and think I can get out a distress signal from here, but it WOULD alert him to our presence as soon as I did.” 

“Well…. Wait for my signal.”

***

Adam’s first realization when he woke was the incessant throbbing in his head caused by one annoying voice repeating his name over and over again.

“Conn.” He thought groggily opening his eyes and realizing, suddenly, that he couldn't move. Not only couldn’t he move, but he couldn’t feel anything below his neck. With an immediate burst of terror, he glanced downwards struggling to see if he still had all three of his limbs. 

What he found was both encouraging and horrifying. He had all of his limbs, but it didn’t appear as if he would for long. 

He lay mostly prone on some sort of makeshift operating table. Most of his body was covered in a white sheet, and his limbs had all been sterilized with a strange solution that tinted his skin orange. Probably some iodine mixture.

“Hold on Commander, Sunny is coming to help.” 

He tried squinting against the light head fuzzy, “What happened, is everyone ok” He wondered, knowing that the starborn would hear him.

“He was waiting for us, but Sunny, I, and the doctor escaped. We have freed some of the other humans and plan to start a riot to distract the guards. Sunny is on her way, do you think you can keep the scientist occupied?” 

Adam glanced down at his incapacitated limbs and then back up at the room where he found five glittering  orbs staring towards him almost luminescent against its aracnid- like face.

The Gibb scientist scuttled across the floor on a rather short set of spidery legs. The Gibb weren’t all that different from the Vrul. They were from the same sector after all and their planets shared a similar composition. Though the two species had evolved separately, they had many similarities.

The largest differences were in the five eyes of the Gibb and only two upper limbs, more like a human. The hands of the creature were ended it what seemed to be a thousands waving tentacles, no doubt so delicate in their motion that it would have made the human hand look clumsy in comparison.

“Glad to see you awake Commander.” 

He tried to keep his expression neutral as he talked to Conn, “Maybe, but you better tell sunny to make this quick. I’m not going to last very long.” WIth that done, he turned his full attention to the scientist, “You’ve been busy.” He commented calmly looking about the room with forced nonchalance.

The scientist made a clicking noise in amusement causing the hair to stand up on the Adam’s bare arms, “Do you like it? Took me years to put everything together and make it happen. I would say it is all due to you, but I would be lying if I said that; you were only a small part of my trial, and, until you darkened my doorstep, I had almost forgotten about your existence.” 

The scientist was right next to his head now, and standing taller on his spider like legs, he leaned forward growing uncomfortably close to the Adam's face as he did, “I never did forget the eyes though, I never forget the eyes.” 

Despite his discomfort, Adam kept the creature’s gaze, “What do you think you see in me.” He wondered both out of curiosity and in an attempt to get the creature talking in order to buy himself more time

“You’re soul of course. Don’t try to fool me Deus. I know what you are.”

Not this again, he thought in annoyance, “Look, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Especially not about this Deus thing.”

“Shouldn’t you though, the word is a human word. Its Latin I believe.”

“Do I look like a linguist to you! Humans have thousands of languages, so you can hardly expect me to know one that's been dead for almost three thousand years.” Inside his head he eyed the machines nervously. 

Sunny better hurry up.

***

Sunny rounded the corner with Ramirez still stumbling at her heels trying to keep up with her much larger stride. From the earpiece, she could hear Krill directing her towards Adam. 

“What is going on.” The human puffed from her side, but she just shushed him and kept going taking another turn on the direction of Krill, and hurrying up the hall.

“Through that door on the right.”

Sunny compiled immediately shouldering her way through the door and getting a glimpse into what appeared to be some sort of antechamber leading off to several other doors, before she spotted the tall, hulking figure standing in her way.

General Cosma stared at Sunny in shock, which quickly began to morph into anger. Sunny dropped Ramirez to the floor, “Krill.” She said calmly, “It's time.” With her order done, she pulled out to earpiece and dropped it onto Ramirez’s lap stepping forward to stand in front of him. As she did, she caught a glimpse of the Tesraki Noctus cowering behind Cosma’s legs.

“Mother.” Sunny stated stiffly.

“Daughter.” Came the reply 

And then the two of them lunged slamming against each other with a clatter of raw power.

Corporal Ramirez ducked to the side as Sunny was kicked back into a wall leaving a dent in the thick steel frame. Behind her, the crazy purple Drev came running arms swinging wildly. He scrambled to the side even further fumbling to put the earpiece in even as the two Drev fought. He had no doubt that he would get crushed if he intervened. The only one capable of keeping up with sunny was Commander Vir himself, and that was only with some fancy modification. 

Instead, he scrambled away shoving the earpiece in to be suddenly overwhelmed by the sound of a riot, and the team leaders calling orders. He had no idea where they were or even how to help. 

Sunny had leaped onto the purple Drev’s back and was mercilessly pounding her in the head with all four arms. They spun in a wild circle like some kind of demented alien rodeo slamming into walls and sending sprays of blood flying in all directions.

He yelped and dived to the side as Sunny slammed into the ground where he had been sitting moments before, only to roll to her feet and go charging back towards the purple Drev knocking her off her feet and sending them both to the floor. 

He stumbled into a standing position hand against the wall dizzy. Across the room, he watched as a flash of fur disappeared through a door.

His eyes narrowed.

Sunny felt her sharp, hardened fingertips dig into General Cosma’s neck warm blood gushing onto her palm. The general howled in pain and tried to throw her off, but Sunny was locked around her waist to tightly. This time it wasn’t a duel, there were no rules, and Sunny had completely given up on the idea of fighting like a proper Drev. 

She was fighting like a human.

And that meant using all the underhanded backstabbing tactics she could think of.

As General Cosma reached back trying to grab Sunny’s hand, she leaned in and bit down. General Cosma screamed and blood filled Sunny’s mouth, but she didn’t let go even as the larger Drev careened around in a wide circle. It was almost in shock that Sunny realized she had the upper hand. General Cosma didn’t know how to fight her, and now she was panicked trying anything she could to get Sunny off. 

She could win this fight! 

But even with that same realization, she found the horror of knowing that it wouldn’t be enough. She wouldn’t be able to manage in time.

Just as she thought this, the door to the room was pulled open, and a white humanoid form came floating into the room struggling to keep his ribbons from being shut in the door as it closed. Sunny didn’t have time to react to the appearance of Conn as he floated across the room and began tugging at one of the opposite doors. Despite how easy it would have been to open, it appeared as if it took everything Conn had just to crack the door and slip through. She had no idea what he thought he would be able to accomplish, but she had no time to think about that as one of the general’s claws pierced her thigh causing her to scream in agony.

***

Adam looked on in horror as the Gib doctor moved to stand next to him adjusting the knobs on a high-powered energy saw.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.” he found himself saying, “I’ll go into shock, and die! What use would I be to you dead.”

The Gibb scientist waved him off nonchalantly almost off handed, “Your other limb was torn off in battle, this will hardly be as traumatic, besides, this time you won’t feel a thing.”

“I am coming.” The voice came into his head stronger than it had before, and he recognized Conn.

“I only lost one limb that time.” He protested watching as the blade buzzed to life with a quiet hum.

He closed his eyes, unwilling to watch, but the blade didn’t move. He waited for what seemed like an eternity eventually cracking an eye, and being surprised to find Conn floating at the center of the room.

His white ribbons flared out to the side undulating in the breeze from the ventilation system. His large dark eyes stared inwards like looking into an endless blackness. The effect of his entrance was somewhat ruined by the strangely out of place gravity belt and signing gloves. A sharp blue light highlighted him from the back as he floated forward.

“Stop your ravings madman.” Conn said voice echoing inside Adam’s head.

“I am not mad.” Came the reply, and Adam was surprised to learn that the Gibb could speak to the starborn seemingly without effort.

“You are mad, and I warn you to end this crusade here and now.”

The scientist sneered at him, “No, besides, what are you going to do about it. THINK me to death?” 

The starborn floated calmly forward to float next to Adam, “No, not at all.” Ribbons flared at his back highlighted against the blue light “I am going to give you exactly what you want.”

And with that, the starborn lunged forward suddenly. A hand pressed itself against Adam’s forehead while the other hand closed around the Gibb’s flat skull. 

And then the universe rent itself in half.

The sensation was like being flooded with a power thousands more times powerful than the sun. Somewhere in his head, a barrier had been broken, and he was flooded with a thousand emotions compounded throughout his life stacked one on top of the other. All at once he was filled with unfathomable rage, endless sadness, and infinite joy. His body quaked with the power that surged through him, and at that moment, he felt that the power of his rage could rent the universe in half, a snap of his fingers could fell mountains, and a single scream could cause that cosmos to shatter into infinite pieces. 

All his senses were overwhelmed his body convulsed against the outpouring. 

Somewhere, someone screamed.

Sunny had run into the room finding the Gibb scientist gibbering unintelligibly in a corner. Adam lay still and unmoving. Conn floated off to one side his glassy black eyes cloudy and unseeing. Running over she found Vir to be alive as was the starborn, though he wasn’t responding. Behind her a troop of marines stormed into the room backed by reinforcements taken from the prison cells.

The riot had been successful…..

Sunny had cradled Adam in her arms as she stepped over the corpse in the outer room eyes downcast and unmoving. A marine led an unresponsive Conn by the hand as he floated behind.

Krill met them in the hallway expression worried looking back and forth between Adam and Conn. 

A hand reached upward gripping her on the arm. Sunny looked down to see Adam staring up at her his single green eye dim and hazy unfocused. His lips were trembling as if he was trying to speak.

She leaned down trying to hear him as he whispered.

The lips trembled some more and then grew still.

A single word spilled onto the air.

“Deus.” 

[beepbeeprichiellc]

If ur doing prompts from the prompt list can I get something that's like sad fluff with #131? For Reddie

A03

“Lets run away together.” 

It had been a quiet night, most of the students too busy with the end of semester parties to even bother to use the library. Eddie busied himself with putting away books and processing returns in order to keep his thoughts at bay. It was better like this-he had decided-because if he was anywhere else other than work then his mind would find its way back to a certain boy who would surely turn his brain into toxic mush. 

Three weeks and two days.

It had been three weeks and two days since they had last spoken, violent words had been thrown between them as Eddie did his best to not break away from the truth. Richie had said things that could not be taken back, truths that buried itself under his skin and made a home there. Eddie carried them around with him like a badge; he had dared to speak against the grain and in return he had been burned by the person who had meant the most to him. 

“You sure you are okay locking up?” Mike asked from the front counter. 

“Yes.” Eddie replied for the millionth time. “Like I said, go and have fun before Stan goes home for the holidays. Don’t worry about me.” 

Mike chewed on his cheek, obviously torn with the temptation of a good evening and his obligation to a friend. With bated breath he leaned against the countertop, eyeing Eddie from across the room. “I know you and Richie had a fight but you shouldn’t close yourself off like this. You did the right thing, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now-you were being a good friend.” 

“Okay.” Eddie said, his voice flat and unamused. 

“Eddie.” 

“Mike, look I appreciate the sentiment but I am fine.” He nearly growled into a copy of prelaw literature , “I don’t need to be reassured, I told the truth and if Richie doesn't want to believe whats right in front of him, then it’s none of my business.” 

“Come on man, don’t be like that.” 

Eddie sighed, muttering an apology under his breath and asking. “What do you want from me here Mike? Does it suck that my best friend hates my guts? Yeah. But I’m a fucking adult, I don’t need Richie and if he wants to be an ass and give me the cold shoulder then his loss.” 

“Your right.” Mike said then, grabbing his coat and slinging it onto his back. “It is his loss.” 

They said their goodbyes then and once he was alone Eddie dropped the charade he had been performing the entire evening. He had been sleeping at the end there, the grief nearly leaking from the gaping hole in his chest. Slowly he finished what he was doing and began to close up, taking his time on even the easiest tasks and allowing himself to wallow in his self inflicted pain. His feet were heavy, his heart even more and after everything was done it was well past midnight. 

The door to the library opened and instinctively he shouted across the room, his back still turned, “We are closed, come back during regular hours!”  

“Ah come on, can’t you make an exception.” 

Eddie’s breath caught in the back of his throat and as he turned he was met with the sight of the trashmouth, his face turned upwards into a forced grin. Whispering a warning to his pounding chest he replied coldly, “Sorry but no can do, rules are rules.” 

Richie laughed, it was hollow and fragile; shattering against the books. “Same old Eds, can’t break a rule even if he tried.” 

I broke plenty with you, Eddie thought to himself. “What do you want Richie?” He didn’t bother hiding his harsh tone, allowing it to soak through to their core. 

“It’s funny you know.” Richie muttered, mostly to himself. “I had this whole speech prepared but now that I’m here I can’t remember a single fucking thing.” Again there was a chuckle and again Eddie felt himself shiver. “You were right about her but I guess you already know this.” 

“I do.” Eddie admitted, “I wasn’t lying.” 

Richie nodded, taking very cautious steps towards his fiend. “I know that now.” Stopping he was in full view now and Eddie could really see him, his messy hair and askew clothing. His glasses magnifying his sad eyes, emotion swimming in those deep pools nearly drowning Eddie with emotion. “I caught her Eds, caught her sucking a guy off right were you said I would. I mean holy fucking christ, you were telling me the goddamn truth and I just didn’t want to believe it.” 

Eddie knew Richie was near his breaking point, the air around them tearting on the edge of despair. So many things could be said then, so many of them Eddie desperately wanted to say but couldn’t-wouldn’t because deep down in his soul Richie already knew them all. It was the reason Eddie had been the one to tell Richie about his girlfriend, the reason he had taken the abuse and fury, the reason he felt so goddamn guilty for doing the right fucking thing. 

Eddie was a goner for Richie. 

He had always been. 

“Say something.” Richie pleaded, “Please yell or scream-tell me to go fuck myself or whatever.” When Eddie shook his head it was like the rage began to climb the mountain that was Richie’s emotional capacity, “I called you a bad friend Eddie, I told you to never fucking talk to me again! I said-fucking christ-I called you so many names. If anyone here has any reason to be angry it’s you! So for the love of god, be angry!” 

“Is that what you want?” Eddie whispered, “For me to tell you that I told you so?” 

Richie shoved a pile of books that Eddie had placed atop of the shelf, the clatter shooting right into the air like a bullet to a dulled brain. This made Eddie jump in surprise, his eyes watching the pages fall open exposing unread words. The trash mouth breathing came in short bursts tears threatening to stain his perfectly flawed face. “This whole school fucking knows I’m an idiot Eddie! Everyone! I want-I just want to run away! I want to leave! Lets-lets run away together okay? Just leave this town and these shallow people and never look back. Me and you right? Me and you against the world that’s what you told me when were were kids. I can’t do this anymore.” 

“Richie.” Eddie whimpered, moving to comfort but finding a wall that had been built over their weeks apart. His body staggered forward and Richie took that opportunity to become a heap on the floor. “Come on, it’s okay.” 

“No it’s not! I called you-I called you a faggot Eddie!” Richie repeated the word in disgust, this time the arrow was aimed at his own heart. “You are the only person who cared and I called you-I called you-” 

“Alright.” Eddie soothed, finding strength in the word this time around. Kneeling beside his friend he did his best to calm the sobbing, rubbing Richie’s back and whispering encouraging sentiments. “Stop that crying okay, this is a library you are supposed to be quiet.” 

Richie laughed though his tears, pulling Eddie into a warm embrace. Although he fought against it at first Eddie eventually melted, allowing himself to let go of the grudge he had been holding. “Can you read to me?” Richie asked against his chest, “You know, like how you did when we were kids.” 

Eddie did know because how could he forget the night he had spoken though raw vocal cords, watching his best friend relax against his bed frame, his eyes fluttering with tales of far away lands: of wizards and princesses that came to life with Eddie’s voice. Despite himself he agreed, urging Richie to pick a book as he locked the front door-something he should have done beforehand. When he came back Richie practically shoved a paperback into his hands, his eyes wide and desperate. 

Eddie read the title, “Really? This?” 

“It was my favorite when we were kids.” Richie explained, sitting down in the middle of the isle and patting the floor, a signal for Eddie to follow. Eddie obliged, leaning his back against the shelf. Before he was able to begin Richie laid his head onto his lap, curling his long limbs inwards as he cuddled up to Eddie’s thigh. He must have felt Eddie stiffen because he asked, “Is this okay?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed, reminding himself that they were friends. Just friends. “Its fine.” As opened the book up to read his hands found Richie’s curls, tangling themselves into the thick strands and petting the skin there. Richie sighed as he began. 

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

Richie hummed.

[sweetheart-sunghoon]

I Won't Hurt You - H. HJ

Author's Note: My first request~

Genre: Soulmate AU

Contains: Attempted theft, a tiny bit of violence, some fluff, the smallest pinch of angst but you can barely taste it

In a world where every person has a black stain somewhere on their body to indicate where their soulmate will first touch them, you had quite possibly the worst. You knew people who complained about theirs being in bad spots - who's going to touch my armpit, why is my mark on the bottom of my foot - but none of them compared to your mark: a mark that could only come from a terrible situation and would only result in pain.

The inky black mark stained onto your left cheek was the perfect shadow of a hand. When you were younger, you never understood why people would give you such pitiful looks. Only once you matured did you realise the horrible reality of having the shape of a hand on your face. There had been many times when you'd sat alone, crying into the night. Knowing you were destined to be slapped by your "soulmate" was heartbreaking and having others see it made you feel ashamed and embarrassed.

That's why, many years ago, after locking yourself in the bathroom and scrubbing your cheek raw, trying desperately to remove the ugly mark, you'd begged your mother to let you use makeup. You were still a bit young for her liking but she hated seeing the way you constantly avoided mirrors or how you always wore hoodies in an attempt to conceal the ugly mark that promised future abuse.

You felt your life had changed forever when you received that first tube of concealer. It was cheap and a few shades off your skin tone but you made it work. Of course, there were still days where you'd see the mark and want to scream but for the most part, you were happy. And as the years progressed, your materials and skills improved and you became an expert in the makeup world, even finding a job at a local salon and boutique.

The job was good and paid well despite only being part-time. The only downside to it was that you often had to work the closing shifts which meant walking home late at night. Your house wasn't too far from your work but you still made an effort to walk fast. One night, however, you weren't fast enough.

The dark business street was deserted and the only sound came from the jingling keys you used to lock up the store. Once the door was locked you dropped the keys into your handbag and began your swift walk home. Your fast-moving feet were encouraged by the chilly night air nipping at your bare arms and the paranoia in your head that said the shadows cast by the yellow street lights were following you.

Something that sounded like a small rock being kicked made your heart jump to your throat. You jumped under the nearest street light and glanced around the dark street. You didn't see anything unusual, just an empty street and a shadow filled alley. Gulping nervously, you move to continue walking but a hand comes from behind and clamps over you mouth, muffling the screams that follows as another hand drags you towards the alley.

Your mind blanks and natural instincts kick in. You thrash around in the strangers grip until you find yourself being thrown to the ground, landing harshly on the cement, scraping your elbows. Rolling onto your back, you get a look at your attacker. He's wearing something that resembles the makeshift sock masks robbers in cartoons have. You'd laugh if the way he stalked towards you wasn't so terrifying.

"Give me your purse," the thief growled.

A lot of people probably would have just handed their things over but you were part of the minority who refused to because they had their movie club card in the bag which means half price movie tickets.

"N-no," you whimpered, tucking the handbag behind your back.

This angered the man, though. He stepped towards you with his hand raised, ready to strike your face. In that moment everything seemed to slow. Your eyes widened in shock and horror. No, this couldn't be the moment you net your soulmate. This thief could not be them. No...

Images of the mark on your cheek flooded your brain, all pointing to the conclusion that yes, this was your soulmate.

A single tear rolled down the cheek with the back stain and you clenched your eyes shut, not wanting to witness the moment when your mark and his would light up in vibrant colours, signalling the soulmate connection.

The colours nor the slap came, though. Instead, you heard him hit the ground and groan. You didn't dare look, your minding heading straight to the idea of an even stronger criminal coming to beat up this petty man and then you. There was the sound of feet scurrying away and then silence and then soft steps towards you.

"Hey," a new male voice said. "You can open your eyes."

Cautiously, you cracked one eye open to look at the new man. The thug you had pictured was not what you saw. You instead were met with a boy who looked to be around your age with dark, longish hair and a beauty mark under his left eye. He was pretty. Really pretty.

"Hey, don't be scared," he said gently as tears began falling down your face. He reached up his right hand - your eyes were too clouded with tears for you to notice the black stain on his palm - to cup your left cheek. "I won't hurt you."

And then it happened.

It was like a firework inside you. Warmth spread from his hand to your cheek to your whole body. An electric feeling surged through your veins. It was borderline euphoric.

Gasping, the boy pulled his hand away slowly. His eyes widened as he watched the once black stain on his hand become an explosion of colours, swirling and twirling together. He blinked a few times, shocked, then looked at your cheek. He frowned.

"Your cheek," he said. "It's not..."

"Oh!" you exclaimed before digging into your handbag for the packet of makeup wipes you kept in there. You found the pack and quickly wiped your cheek free of makeup.

The boy beamed. "Beautiful."

"You too," you blurted.

He laughed then took another makeup wipe and continued cleaning your cheek to completely reveal your mark.

"I don't know your name," you then said.

"I'm Hyunjin," he said with a warm smile. "Hwang Hyunjin."

"Y/N L/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Hyunjin lowers the wipe, his head tilting to the side a little. "I'm so happy I found you."

"I'm happy too." You were, you really were.