#who knows because like what is chapter 3 going to be? yellow?? pink??

[foxmulderautism]

i am being silly.......cause why am i getting visions for lover boy chapters being "colour coded"

[hollyhomburg]

Prey Animals (3)

—  Pairing: Namjingi, Yoongi x reader, Bts x reader,

—  Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia au, Polyamory au, Found family, Suspense, Eventual Smut, enemies to friends to lovers, Healing & Themes of trauma,

—  Summary: In a world where Beta's are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

—  Words: 8.6k

—  Warnings: grey areas, polyamory negotiations, not too much angst, fluff, soulmate au, love at first sight, fated mates, implied/referenced harassment

—  Check in at the end for my notes on this chapter! — 

(Previous Chapter)

(4 1/2 years ago, Seokjin)

There are old fairy tales like this- about fated mates. About alphas and omegas that just know they're destined to be together. Maybe not love at first sight but perhaps love on first sniff. Some people have a more biological outlook on it. Of course, the most genetically compatible people would have pleasing scents to each other- that's the whole reason why people evolved to have olfactory signatures in the first place.

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Seokjin’s just worked a double at the coffee shop. The second shift with Yoongi and the first without. Both of them have to at least work 2 doubles a week to afford their most recent rent hikes. Their landlord is kind of shitty and they might have to move soon because of how expensive it's gotten- pushed out on the edge of gentrification. But if they move any farther away from the coffee shop, they’ll need a car. They already barely get by on public transportation.

But cars are expensive, living is expensive.

That’s what Seokjin thinks about, watching his and Yoongi’s clothes tumble and turn. Side by side with a yellow basket of laundry. On his other side, a strangers basket sits, the plastic pink. So Late at night and after his shift, Seokjin is so tired. Relegated to the banal task of doing laundry when all he wants to do is go home and sleep. Seokjin should go home and get his money's worth from the apartment he hardly spends any time in- but he would much rather have clean clothes to sleep in tonight and for the rest of the week.

He’s just so tired, sitting there watching the machines turn round and round. Lulled by the repetitive sounds of loose change clanging against the metal drums. The more tired he gets the more his omegan instincts come out- he wishes he was home in his nest.

His eyes flutter closed. Momentarily too tired to move. Too tired to breathe. Too tired to properly Seokjin.

Seokjin doesn't notice when he starts to list to one side. His nose seeking out the comforting scent nearby to soothe his fried and overtired nerves. He rests his cheek on the laundry basket next to him, rubbing in smooth small circles, a tired purr building in his throat. They smell so good- the soft cotton button shirt on top, the jeans that catches on his nose. Rough.

Instincts are strange fickle things.

His heat is hitting in a few weeks, and the weeks leading up to mating season always have his nose feeling itchy and irritated by even the slightest whiff of someone else (besides Yoongi). But this is heavenly. It smells like coffee, freshly brewed, more of the feeling of it hitting your tongue than the smell with just a hint of musky, almost coconut bitterness. Like the coffee shop only better. The kind of scent he could curl up in and make a nest out of, the kind of scent he wants in his nest.

Seokjin burrows.

Seokjin wants to purr, can feel it starting to rise in in his throat as he rubs his cheek along a folded pair of slacks, eyes closed. Omega’s only purr when they feel safe enough. They only purr around their packmates, when their instincts go sweet and docile.

Go too deep and omega’s become suggestible, overly sensitive and easily to manipulate through pheromones. But this is not Omegaspace, this is just Seokjin- tired and nearing his heat.

A deep laugh shocks him out of his reverie. It’s a pleasant sound, it conjures up images of crackling fireplaces and plush fur throws, and warm nighttime breezes on the edge of spring. Seokjin blinks and looks up.

The fluorescent lights do not compliment the strangers honey skin or his dimples as he grins sheepishly down at Seokjin. Salt and pepper hair that contradicts the youthfulness to his face, he’s the only other person in the laundromat. Seokjin saw him leave just as he pulled up to the front. He’s got a coffee in his hand- but that’s not what has him smelling so potent.  

The alpha's deep voice is rough from disuse. “I’m not sure that’s your nest pup.”

Seokjin has never blushed so hard. Getting up to apologize profusely. Slipping into Korean because that’s how tired he is. The owner of the laundry basket is a young man- an alpha. Similar in age to him but maybe a few years younger. Tall, broad shoulders, broader than Seokjin’s which is rare. Seokjin blinks up at him, trying to make his mouth move. The man rubs the back of his neck sheepishly- cheeks pinking.

"I know I look it but- I actually don't speak- sorry-"

Seokjin rubs a hand over his face, making sure this isn't one of those embarrassing dreams where he's up in front of his old college lecturer in just his underwear. Clearing the scent haze. Seokjin falls back to English easily. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, I-"

He hands over the alpha's pink basket fearing a scolding, his cheeks flaming at exhibiting such an omega behavior in public. Most of the time- Seokjin is broad enough to pass for an alpha, but he knows his scent blockers have worn off.

If this alpha smells like coffee, then Seokjin smells like sweet milk, creamy and thick, the kind that comes from melted ice cream on a hot summer day or freshly whipped cream. Seokjin’s so embarrassed, his palms are sweaty. The alpha would probably have to wash the clothes again to get Seokjin’s scent out of them.

“Namjoon.” He says.

“Ugh, what?” Seokjin blinks.

“That my name, if you wanted to know.” Namjoon’s eyes are so pretty, so warm, that Seokjin has to look away or else risk being scorched.

Seokjin does want to know. “Oh- yeah.” His cheeks warm, Seokjin waits a beat too long for it to be appropriate. “I’m Seokjin. I’m an omega.”

“Yeah I-” Namjoon gestures to his laundry basket, “I kinda figured.”

The awkwardness hovers and Seokjin word vomits to fill the silence “I only say so because I’m broad and people confuse me for an alpha sometimes and- it’s like so annoying but also kinda good because a lot of alphas are creepy- not that you’re creepy- not that I was creeped out I mean- I’m the one who scented your clothes, so you probably think I’m the creep right?” Seokjin cringes, closing his eyes, groans, leans his head against the pink plastic with a soft thud.  

Namjoon laughs, takes it from him, his hands are rough where they skim over Seokjin’s, as he takes the basket.

“You seem tired- let me buy you a cup of coffee.”

Namjoon joins in Seokjin’s embarrassment minutes later when he drops his shitty gas station coffee all over Seokjin’s feet. His white tennis sneakers are completely stained (though It’s not the first time he’s spilled coffee on his shoes, they're grey from age anyway with a hole worn through on the back because Seokjin and Yoongi don't often have that kind of disposable income to replace them).

Namjoon pays for them to go in the machine, and then both of them have an excuse to sit there for a few more hours, Seokjin’s shoes and heart go tumbling. Namjoon volunteers a pair of his socks so Seokjin’s feet don’t get cold.

“Why is your laundry basket pink?”

“It’s my favorite color.” Namjoon answers simply. Seokjin cannot hide his surprise. Normal alphas, alpha’s that look like Namjoon, big and buff and masculine to the last edge don’t like things that omega’s would usually. Too busy looking down their nose at anything that denotes weakness, but Namjoon just looks at his laundry basket and shrugs.

“Your omega didn’t get it for you?”

“I don’t have an omega.” Namjoon says, tone flat, “I like soft colors. Things that are-” Namjoon closes his eyes briefly. Blinking just a second more than he would normally. “Less stressful.” Seokjin takes a closer look at the basket, the teal scrubs inside. Bright. Hard on the eyes.

A coffee and several bad jokes are all it takes. They find themselves leaning close over the only table in the laundromat and confessing things they’ve never dared put to words. Like they’re treasured confidants instead of strangers. There is no one here to hear about the whispered parts of themselves. Only fabric softener and unmentionables that Seokjin doesn’t want Namjoon to see but of course fall on the floor when he moves his laundry from the washer to the drier. He catches the tops of Namjoon's ears bright red and the faint scent of interest and attraction to his scent that he quickly gets under control.

It's honest but gentlemanly. Seokjin thinks about saying that the red boxers are Yoongi's- but doesn't. 

He doesn't and he should. He should tell Namjoon "I've got a packmate- I've got someone." But he doesn't say a word about Yoongi.

Instead, he quips. “You’re a surgeon and you don’t get your laundry sent out?”

“I’m still in residency, so not a surgeon quite yet. I’ve got like- a month? 28 days? And I like the quiet here- it’s the only time I can really think,” Namjoon’s pout is something Seokjin wants gone, there is slight misery on his handsome face. Something that no doubt attributes to his salt and pepper hair. Seokjin doesn’t like that this gentle stranger, this gentle alpha isn’t happy. The thought strikes him so out of the blue that it’s ridiculous- they’ve only just met. Barely exchanged a paragraph of words, But Seokjin can’t stop the urge to comfort him.

Instincts are strange and fickle things.

Seokjin nudges Namjoon’s shoe with his socked foot. “You just wanna snoop in people’s laundry probably.”

The smile and the dimples come back. Seokjin feels something prickle in his hands, a heavy feeling. “Hey, you’re the one who was snooping in mine!”

“It’s not my fault that you smell sort of nice! I mean-” Seokjin blushes, that teasing gets another smile out of Namjoon- and God Seokjin wants to swim in his dimples. It’s so very like Seokjin to ask personal questions when he feels flustered. To beg for vulnerability when he feels sensitive and fragile. This stranger, this person, makes Seokjin feel all of those things.

“What’s on your mind? You can tell me, it’s not like it matters if a stranger knows your secrets-” Seokjin gestures to the table between them. And Seokjin gets the awful feeling that Namjoon will not be a stranger- not for long.

“-I couldn’t use them in any way that could hurt you.”

It’s nearing midnight and Seokjin wonders what someone would see from outside. The tall windows that spill light onto the dark street. Two figures at a small table. Seokjin's socked foot and Namjoon's leather loafer, and then Seokjin's feet again side by side underneath.  Seokjin's coffee cup is glossy at the edge and Namjoon's is stained with drips down the side. Maybe if someone looked in, they'd see two lovers curled up close underneath the fluorescent lights. 

Namjoon has never voiced this out loud and he doesn’t even know Seokjin’s last name.

He sits back and contemplates it, but its deceptively easy to confess it to Seokjin. Maybe because Namjoon has no one, maybe because he like Seokjin and Yoongi- is relatively alone in the world.

“What if I don’t want to be a doctor? I know it’s silly and waste. I’ve spent almost half my life working my ass off and studying to get here only to discover that I hate it. My residency is ending soon and I know I help people but that’s the only part of the job I like- not the smells and the paperwork and the worry. It always feels like I’ve missed something and I’m going to hurt someone- I just-”

Seokjin’s eyes are something heavenly, “you wish you’d made different choices.” Something about the way he says it leaves Namjoon to believe that there are choices Seokjin would have rather not made. But he doesn’t supply his secrets. No. this omega gives only humor away easily.

Namjoon is helplessly curious.

It’s been a long time since Namjoon’s laughed like this. Laugh at all. Granted, people dying around him all the time would make anyone less likely to be happy.

Namjoon is a part of the doctor class that went to school after the pandemic. The virus. They talk about it. What did you do during those years? But they move off of the topic almost as quickly as they started. It’s mostly extinct now, just a bad part of their childhood and Namjoon’s medical textbooks. A bad mark on society that has left them all with a childhood they never lived, years lost. It’s no wonder that Namjoon grew to hate the job that grew out of it. He feels like he’s never lived- never had fun the way he was supposed to have.

Seokjin knocks Namjoon out of his spiral with a delicate hand on his jaw.

His instincts have him pressing his nose to Seokjin’s wrist a sudden ache in his mouth. Wanting to bite and mark the skin there as his. Seokjin must feel it, how hard Namjoon has to hold back the instinct because his voice is husky when he says it.

“It’s your life Namjoon, I think you should do what you want with it.”

What Namjoon wants to do happens to be Seokjin at that very moment. This isn't a type of attraction he’s ever felt before. Something more than instinctual, something more than fate. It’s been years since Namjoon’s last girlfriend got tired of his shitty work-to-life balance and left and too long since he’s had someone touch him like this. (Beyond the occasional dementia patient on his geriatric rotation who mistakes Namjoon for their dead husband).

And Seokjin is just so pretty. Pretty and strong looking. He’s never met an omega his size, but Seokjin looks like someone from a bygone era. Ripped jeans and a white tee shirt with a coffee stain from Namjoon on the hem. It’s all very James dean. He’s dressed more like an alpha than in the delicate light clothes favored by most omegas.

That’s not a stereotype, medically their skin is more sensitive than alphas. Most omegas favor softer fabrics and even require them to stave off overstimulation. It's not always possible- which is why nests are so intimate and specific to each omega and their sensory needs.

Namjoon might spend too much time reading his old medical textbooks. He doesn't really have a social life or interests outside of medicine. He’s never had the time for a hobby. He wonders what kind of fabrics Seokjin likes to nest with. There aren’t any blankets in his laundry basket.

Namjoon could fix that.

“If you could do one thing right now, what would it be?” Seokjin’s breath is warm as it ghosts over Namjoon’s face. Leaning up against the drier as Namjoon takes his last load out. Inches away from folding.

His scent goes from straight milk to whipped cream in seconds when Namjoon heaves the omega on top of the washing machine and kisses him senseless.

Seokjin barely has any time to acknowledge how big Namjoon’s hands feel on his waist before the alpha is kissing him, and Seokjin kisses him back just a little until- until he pushes him away tears in his eyes and shit- shit- Namjoon’s a fucking idiot.

Of course he was misunderstanding the way that Seokjin was leaning in. The flirting. How Seokjin had grabbed his shoulders the second Namjoon had made moves to touch him. How he’d tilted his jaw to fit perfectly against his mouth and kissed him back for a handful of seconds before reality came crashing down.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have- fuck-”

“No, it’s fine- it’s just-” 

Yoongi had kissed him this morning. Yoongi had kissed him, and he’d certainly feel betrayed if he knew Seokjin was kissing strange alphas and- shit-

He’d never thought he’d be the one to branch out first. Fuck- he’d been so worried that Yoongi would follow his biology and find another pack, and now he goes and does something like this- practically inviting Yoongi to leave him.

“I have to go,” but Seokjin couldn’t make his feet move from the spot next to Namjoon if he wanted to. Muscles and instincts screaming in protest. Seokjin scrambles to pick up his laundry basket and when he stumbles, Namjoon's arms are already out to catch him. They look at each other like that for a second half hunched over. A pair of red socks rolling across the linoleum.

Something in Seokjin cannot leave this alpha here. 

Seokjin’s cream scent, A scent that Namjoon matches with his coffee. Their scents are perfectly complementary. 

“But-” Seokjin doesn’t believe in fairytales, but he believes in listening to his gut. And his gut says not to leave Namjoon standing there. Or let him slip away into the city. The alpha in front of him is not meant to be a stranger- that much he knows for sure.

“-I think you should come with me.”

Seokjin comes home in tears. It’s not that he’s hurt, Seokjin is just so afraid that Namjoon will have to leave. Because every step he takes in home’s direction a different instinct calls him back. What's worse is the way that Namjoon follows him wordlessly, driving Seokjin in his fancy car instead of letting Seokjin walk home (all cars are sort of fancy to Yoongi and Seokjin since neither of them can afford one).  

On the way up the stairs (the elevator of their shitty apartment building is broken as usual), Namjoon keeps a finger, just a single finger pressed to Seokjin’s spine. Letting the omega know that he’s still there behind him. Guarding his blind spot and following obediently. Seokjin's never met an alpha that was such a good listener, that didn't mind following him home without question. Namjoon holds open the door for him and Seokjin shivers.

It’s a home that he and Yoongi have forged together with long hours and double shifts and side jobs. They’d never have the comfort if it wasn’t for each other. Yoongi could just as easily not like the alpha and then Seokjin wouldn’t be able to see him again and if Yoongi's angry or if he doesn't like Namjoon then-

Yoongi won’t be there. Seokjin doesn’t want anything to do with Namjoon if Yoongi’s not going to be there. He leaves Namjoon in the doorway and tells him to wait. Namjoon's finger skims down his spine as he lets the omega steps away from him.

Seokjin hesitates in the entryway, toeing off his shoes. Seokjin promises himself if Yoongi doesn’t approve, he’ll go outside to the hallway where Namjoon is waiting and tell him to get lost- and never think about the alpha again.

Yoongi must just be home from work, he’s sitting on the couch with his phone out, looking at it anxiously when Jin opens the door. Worry bleeds from his scent, sour and Seokjin realizes- shit- he must have forgotten to text Yoongi. He was at the laundromat several hours more than he should have him.

Yoongi doesn’t look angry- just surprised and concerned when Seokjin falls crying into his arms and begs him not to leave. (Later the beta will pet over his head and tease him for it- how could you ever think I’d leave my love? Why do you think I could? You’re stuck with me.)

A strange man in a white button-down who smells faintly of coffee, fading scent blockers, and antiseptic smiles awkwardly in the door. And Yoongi just cocks an eyebrow at him and lets his packmate explain.

They really are a match made in heaven because the second Seokjin finishes telling Yoongi the story he pinches his nose tamping down his frustration. “I’m not angry, I’m really not, this-” he gestures between Seokjin and Namjoon, “It’s really fine, but-”

The addition of pack members to packs often happens in a way that’s a little bit morally grey in terms of fidelity. Packs with multiple alphas and omegas are a thing, packs with only a beta and an omega are decidedly not a thing, however. So really, an alpha will only help balance them out- and help make Seokjin's heats not so bad. 

If Seokjin wants to date Namjoon, that’s perfectly alright but-

But there's that tense look to Yoongi's eyebrows, this anger has nothing to do with Namjoon's presence, it’s not even really anger, just incredulity.

“Both of you left all your clothes there? Where anyone could take them?” 

Their wardrobes are easily the most costly and splurged on expense for Seokjin and Yoongi. The thing they can’t invest in often because rent has to be made. Adding pieces only one at a time and waiting until things wear out to replace them. Losing a whole basket of clothes is an expense that they wouldn’t be able to make up easily. Seokjin only has two pairs of work pants. 

Seokjin and Namjoon fall silent, their mouths make twin circles in matching Oh’s. They only need to stay silent for a second before Yoongi pulls on his old flannel and shoves them both out the door.

The three of them drive in Namjoon’s car back to the laundry mat where thankfully no one has stolen their clothes, it’s happened before- Yoongi lost his favorite pair of jeans that way. It’s easily forgiven. He leans back over Namjoon’s seat and pecks Jin on the forehead. Namjoon can’t help but watch. Missing the light turning green.

“Next time when you bring a strange alpha home, think of my favorite pair of pajamas first.”

“Uhm, you do this often?” Seokjin’s blush is scandalized, but Yoongi answers for him, stretching out in the back seat of Namjoon's car like he belongs there, like he's always been there.

“No you’re the first, but honestly you couldn’t have picked someone with a nicer fucking car.”

Namjoon’s car is very nice, it’s the first thing he’d bought after he’d started making money and paid off his student loans. He’s glad he chose the model with the extra legroom in the back now that Yoongi stretches out. Namjoon hides his grin at the next red light, but Yoongi catches it anyway. 

They get takeout after and it’s the start of something glorious as Yoongi requests Namjoon show them what this car can do and Namjoon does doughnuts in an abandoned parking lot just to make Seokjin and Yoongi smile. Even though Yoongi spills an extra-large container of fries all over his front seat when the car jerks. 

The oil soaks in, and just like the love it stays put. Staining.

The Donuts and car tricks are not something that he’s done since he was in college- his last reckless streak before he decided to smarten up and go to medical school. But there is something in Yoongi that settles and yet ignites a wilderness in Namjoon. Turns Namjoon’s frustration from wildfire into a controlled burn. A kind of freedom he hasn’t felt since he first put on his white coat and stethoscope and took the Hippocratic oath. 

It's a bit hypocritical- Namjoon has vowed to do no harm and yet- his heart pulses dully and painfully with the knowledge that he doesn't want to be a doctor. Maybe what Namjoon was missing wasn’t a new career or different choices, maybe it was this. Maybe the new beginning he wanted so much is Yoongi and Seokjin.

Seokjin’s fear was stupid. Like Yoongi could ever leave Seokjin- could ever dream of a day where he didn’t get to curl up around him late at night or sit next to him in the morning. A love that went from sunrise to sunset and with barely as many inches as hours between them.

Namjoon and Yoongi both love Seokjin, so they have an unsteady truce that melts into a little animosity when Namjoon finishes Yoongi’s favorite cereal on the third day he stays at their apartment in a row. Namjoon makes up for it by buying them a whole carload of groceries, a novelty, because neither Seokjin nor Yoongi have ever had enough money for a full re-stock, let alone extras like fresh fruit and berries. Yoongi trust Namjoon.

But it only takes a few weeks for their bitten comments and bickering to melt away into something more.

Alpha's are not like omega’s; alphas are hard in the places where omega's are soft. Territorial and possessive to a fault but where most alpha’s instincts would spike, Namjoon reins his in.

Yoongi finds himself for the first time- the one protected, the one cared for, on the receiving end of all of Namjoon's protective alpha instincts that have him saying, "Don't leave yet, I'll pick you up" and "Yoongi be careful with that-" "I'm not the one who’s helpless with knives Namjoon."

The kind that has Yoongi biting Namjoon’s lower lip harder than he should. Makes the alpha break their kiss and growl. “Asshole”

Only for Yoongi to yank the alpha back with a hand in his hair, “yes, now get in mine.” It makes Namjoon choke, lungs burning with laughter as every breath he breathes is all Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi. 

Maybe Betas are truly just a middle point in-between omegas and alphas. With the way that Namjoon makes him burn and Seokjin makes him quiet. Makes him feel like an intermediary planet. 

It has both Yoongi and Seokjin pouncing on Namjoon when he comes home before he’s even had a chance to take off his jacket to kiss him silly. Kim Namjoon is a very good alpha- and he lets both of his packmates manhandle him and scent him to their heart’s content.

Namjoon falls into their triplet- their triad- perfectly balanced with one beta, one omega, and one alpha. Namjoon makes most of the money while Yoongi and Jin keep working at the coffee shop picking up fewer hours now that they don’t have just each other to keep the roof over their heads.

Now they have Namjoon to do that for them.

Namjoon still hates his job but it’s substantially easier with them to come home too. He lives his life in two parts; During the day when he feels like he’s gonna snap like an overstretched rubber band and be made useless if someone asks him to do another fucking vital scan. And the second part when his frustration melts away as he gets home to their little love nest. 

Their den, Namjoon never thought he'd have a den of his own. Pack alphas have den’s and pack omega’s keep nests inside of them.

The first time Namjoon sees Seokjin’s nest; the conflagration of different pillows, all plush, all fluffy, with an emphasis on pastel colors, neutral fabrics. A perfect circle to sleep and curl up in. Namjoon knows he’d guard it to his last breath.

The one benefit of being a doctor is the fucking salary. He can afford Egyptian cotton sheets for Seokjin’s nest, delicate pillows and fine threaded blankets from the omegan emporium and anthropology’s nesting section.

Namjoon's yearly take-home pay is nearly twice that of Seokjin and Yoongi’s put together once he lands the contract at Mass Gen. It feels especially worth it when he manages to move the three of them into a nicer two-bedroom apartment in a better area. Worth the stress when it provides both Yoongi and Seokjin with the kind of comfort they both deserve. The comfort of a new car between the two of them, new pretty white shoes that Yoongi bends over to tie for Seokjin. Worth it for the fancy organic meat the Beta cooks every night and a new sound system for Yoongi.

Every little thing they've ever even sort of wanted.

Namjoon's job and all the struggle is worth it for the way that Seokjin teases when he thinks Namjoon's not listening. "Alphas are all the same, they all want to be sugar daddies." And Yoongi's scoff, "let him be Jinnie, Joonie just likes providing for us." 

And then, Seokjin applies for a better job. This time not for a coffee shop but something that will actually enable him to use his psychology degree at least a little. At a home for forgotten pups where he'll work as a secretary first and then a counselor if he proves his worth. It has better hours and pay but Seokjin doesn’t want to leave the coffee shop if only because it means he won’t get to see Yoongi as much.

Yoongi’s so supportive. Encouraging Seokjin to reach for this opportunity, a way to use build his career with options to rise into a position that might actually lead to something. It helps that Yoongi barely inquiries about Seokjin’s new job, which makes him feel less guilty. When they both come home- it feels like they pick up right where they left off. The time they spend together is sweeter and more precious when there’s less of it. 

But if Seokjin’s being honest, it doesn’t make the guilt and longing any easier to bear. It doesn’t make it easier for Yoongi either. But they don’t talk about it.

There’s a lot they don’t talk about.

“I miss being able to keep an eye on you.” 

“You keep an eye on me just fine.” 

It takes Seokjin a few weeks to realize that the coffee scent coming off of Yoongi is just from Namjoon and not the coffee shop anymore. Namjoon and Seokjin don’t ask Yoongi if he’s quit his job now that Seokjin no longer works there. They don’t want to risk having their hearts broken if he’s found his way into another pack that probably has more to offer than just the two of them.

Yoongi gets a new job, and he doesn't tell them what it is. They don't ask, too worried about being hurt. It’s non-regular hours but they’ve learned he cannot compromise it when he has to go. Not for date nights, celebrations, or birthdays. That he cannot wait for the movie to pause before he heads in the direction of his ringing phone. Someone on the other end of the line.

Seokjin would rather not know who he calls. 

As long as he sleeps at home, they don’t care who he sees during the day. That's just how betas are meant to be. Yoongi does whatever he does- living his life as cryptically as most beta’s do. The omega and alpha pair learn not to ask what Yoongi does during his day-to-day, only if he’s free and when. Happy that they're the ones he spends the most time with. 

It’s no wonder that their peace was disrupted serendipitously by the doubling of their pack. The pups- as Yoongi and Namjoon and Jin come to call them. Come in with a whirlwind. 

(Next Chapter)

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Notes:

- I’m really worried that I didn’t do a good enough job of explaining that although in the moment like- Namjoon and Jin where kind of just ever so slightly cheating. In their society as long as people become packs /after/ it’s not considered that? Like obviously fucking someone would be a no go and communication is important. But I don’t think it’s exactly abnormal for packmates to seek out individuals to join packs, especially if they’re a same secondary gender pair seeking out an opposite gender. I’m always so worried about this part.

- There is this weird metaphors with the stoplight, Seokjin’s red, Yoongi’s yellow, Namjoon’s green.

- TBH, I really love that I wrote in the line about NJ’s favorite color being pink and him liking pastels like- that’s so! Cute and atypical to admit. I love him for it and I think sometimes, the small things can show character in people. Namjoon would never hate pink because it’s an omegan color, he’s a soft alpha and that’s important.

- Namjoon’s car is the same as the last ever man I dated, a dodge charger with grey with black racing stripes. It’s also important to note that Namjoon graduated medical school probably when he was in his really early 20’s, he’s already done his internship year, started his first residency and is a neurosurgery resident at the moment. I think that he probably got mad scholarships because he’s very very very smart in this universe just like our Joonie in this universe!

- The line of there being a wilderness in Namjoon is not a typo- I like the idea of Namjoon’s wildness being the kind that can nurture life vs. destroy it. I kind of wanted to juxtapose him with Geumjae’s character. Someone who hurts vs someone who heals. Someone who breaks the mold because they’re crazy vs because they’re compassionate.

[rosedere]

Our Spring Secret

Jade Leech x Reader x Azul Ashengrotto (Modern/Office AU)

Summary: You find yourself as the new acting CEO’s Friend with benefits — but little does he know about your secret involving Azul.

MDNI 18+

General series cw: Yandere content, NSFW, non con, Kidnapping, drugging, pregnancy (reader), love triangles, Suicid3 attempt.

Sequel to Murder Mountain. (Can read separately though)

Previous Chapter: All that I know

Current Chapter: 7 Weeks and 3 Days (you are here)

Next Chapter: will you marry us?

She bruises coughs she splutters pistol shots But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks 

Muscle to muscle and toe to toe The fear has gripped me but here I go

-

“Jade why do you keep leaving? This is the fourth trip this month”

The suitcase you were laying on top of while Jade folded his shirts onto the mattress next to you humming to himself was where you found purchase for the day, watching Jade for most of the morning as he instantly began to organize his things and clean around his bed way before you and your Bloom had even woken up.

“I’m not leaving you alone because I want to; Remember CEO’s have to travel frequently, especially with this new position Azul opened five new branches off the coral sea that need the CEO to inspect their quality” Jade tossed the neatly folded pressed dress shirt onto your face.

“augh, don’t piss me off this early”

“it’s already 3pm (Name)” Jade rolled his eyes before throwing another folded shirt at you.

Rolling your eyes back you opened the suitcase all the way packing the suitcase with the items he threw at you gingerly placing them next to his organized socks and three pairs of shoes he had in the red suitcase.

“Maybe once you get better I can use some of my days off to plan a getaway somewhere together” Jade sighed joining you where you laid on the suitcase by rubbing the side of your hip facing upwards.

“Im going to hold you to it Leech” You replied rolling over to face Jade at the edge of the bed.

“And it better be a fun vacation and not going to the museum of mountains and natural history downtown for 7 hours” you stretched out in your night gown.

“See, I found a new thing to occupy you while im gone” Jade responded, “you can find our first vacation destination instead of sleeping the day away again” He teased.

“Whatever, I’ll do both while your gone” you reached for your soft pink pillow above your head tossing it at him.

He caught it holding it to his face before slipping it under his arm.

"I'll just be taking this with me to ensure you actually so something"

"Jade stoppp give it back"

You lunged up to try to grab it from his arms only for him to side step you completely zipping the pillow up into the Suitcase before snatching the large enarmored luggage to himself.

"How rude, what if I was Pregnant with your child"

"I'd expect the upmost princess treatment like sleeping from you and nothing more"

Jade instead rolled the luggage to be beside another smaller night bag sitting next to the door, stepping off to the side for a moment before looming over your side of the bed.

"Who knows maybes that's why ive been so tired lately" You teased rolling to lay on your other side to face him.

"Well are you Pregnant (Name)?" Jade asked.

He was serious with his reply, now feeling the back of your neck began to heat up you only looked back at him unmoving.

"What do you think?" You bluntly replied.

"Hmm... well you have put on more weight since January" He eyed your stomach with his lone mismatched sunshine yellow iris.

"Maybe you are (Name)"

His face was now inches away from yours, his eyes peering back into your own.

"Back up Jade I was joking-"

Grabbing the last pillow propping you up your threw it at his smirking face; Stunned he quickly retaliated throwing the pillow back over ontop of you while laying down.

Jade only chuckled at the display of you trying to propped yourself back up.

"You know maybe we should get your tested (Name)" Jade joked.

"We have been busy these past few weeks, I wouldnt want to leave my beloved Girlfriend Pregnant home alone all the time" Jade peered once more over to your stomach.

You only laughed his statement off; if only he suggested this five months earlier you could have possibly found your way out of this whole dilemma...

"I mean would we really need a test? If it happens it happens Jade"

You were sincere in your thoughts; if everything in your life didnt get forced off course due to the circumstances you wouldnt have hated the idea if it being Jade's child.

He was caring towards you, had some kind of parental instincts in him when he had to discipline Floyd's single bachelor antics he'd bring over to the Penthouse, And currently was able to support a family emotionally and financially.

You couldnt place a emotion on Jade's face as he let his eyes wander your body. Heartfelt? Warm? Attentive? He was a man of mystery concerning his true feelings.

"You'd truly want to start a family with me (Name)?"

"If it were to happen yes" you responded, Eyeing your own stomach now, Your bloom must had been content with the large piece of Cake you had earlier since there wasnt as much movement as usual.

"But for now I dont think we should think hard about it- We havent even talked about if were going to stay together after this contract is over" you waved your hand dismissively.

"yeah, I guess your right" Jade grew silent, most likely thinking before he left your side of the bed making his way back to the door.

"Unless you want to just forget about the contract" You decided it was now for you to sit up at the edge of the bed to actually stop lounging around.

Swinging your legs letting the loose fitting nightgown on you got up feeling your legs guide you with weak steps towards Jade grabbing a hold of his Luggage.

"Jade?"

He was attempting to leave the room, but getting a grip on his back you held him in place gently massaging him under his suit.

"Do you not love me anymore?" You pressed your face against him.

He didn't say anything only allowing you to continue to massage him through his suit, His back visibly tense from the sudden movement of your hands pressing into him.

"We can talk when I return" Jade said before abruptly leaving with his things in his occupied hands.

You watched as he opened the frosted door walking down the hallway towards the kitchen without giving you a chance to catch up.

Huffing you followed him with short strides hoping he wasnt out the door yet.

"Jade, dont forget the lunch I packed for you in the fridge" you rushed to the fridge swinging open the door with fast steps, grabbing the pink and red containers that had his favorite mushroom casserole inside, Running to the door he had one step out already pulling his luggage away into the hallway outside.

"Hey!" You almost missed your step but you waved the container in front of him.

Only he slammed the door in yours face.

Staring back at your reflection in the metal door was all you were able to see, Jade already left.

No kiss or hug nor his lunch you packed for him to eat on the flight while he was away.

you hoped maybe he'd come back. Maybe just to unload his luggage and then he'd come inside to apologize to you with a kiss before going back downstairs.

Only it proved to be useless.

Sighing, you lowered your gaze to your bump.

Well, if Jade didnt want you then...

You couldnt finish the thought, Deciding to retreat back to the kitchen where the fridge door was still helplessly opened you let your hands cover your face.

Maybe you would go on your own venture, Besides, its clear Jade wasnt worried about you as of right bow anyway.

Might as well go see someone that did want company. Flicking your gaze to your car keys you decided what the evening would entail, Leaving the container on the counter you marched back to the bedroom to dress yourself in something that wasnt sleepwear.

-   Arriving at the hospital through trial and error you made it earlier than youd thought.

Despite the rejection from Jade at least you could confront Azul about other things that had been bothering you.

Namely the sudden flow of packages addressed to you from Azul, as flattering the gesture you wouldnt know how to explain the packages coming into work for you from the bedridden Azul. Which is what business you had to take care of today while time permitted. As you walked to Azul's room, you noticed the door was once again open; however, when you walked into the room, you couldn’t find him in his bed, by his bedside, or in the bathroom.    Huffing to yourself it seemed he was probably outside getting his physical therapy done since it was early noon currently.   Looking over at his bedside, the chair you sat in last time was gone, and the other few seats had stuff on them, forcing you to sit on his rather luxurious cot of a bed.   Hesitantly, you sat on the crisp lavender sheets, sitting as close to the side as possible. You were starting to become more winded the longer you walked due to your baby growing more and more as the several weeks passed.

Yearning to see his smiling face you paitently looked towards the door waiting for him to return.   After waiting for several minutes, it was obvious he wasnt going to be in anytime soon, you gave up scrolling on your phone since it was making you tired as you left it on the table. You guessed that you just missed him due to the long absence.   Sighing to yourself, you slumped yourself down into the fluffy comforter on the bed, looking up at the intricately painted ceiling. Making the idiotic mistake of counting the intricate tiles on the ceiling, slowly lulling yourself to sleep, your eyelids feeling heavier with each tile you counted passing out around 88 Golden leaf tiles.

...

~

You normally never dreamed. The sky was a strange lilac and blue color around you; it reminded you of a melted sunset. The cabin was in view as your opened the wooden door leaving the cabin, you realized you were on the west side of the mountain, seeing it behind you looking as majestic as it always looked overbearing the scenery like a being. You were barefooted and in a long white gown with embrodered flowers as you walked down the rocky path, feeling the twigs and pebbles beneath your naked feet.   Slowly, as you approached the north side of the mountain, however, a sense of dread started to hit you, making the tree line around you seem so wrong. You looked around, but nothing stuck out to you in the vast gradient evergreen woods. Picking up your pace, you tried to hurry up in awkward footsteps to get out of the wooded area, but the feeling kept getting stronger until you stopped to turn around once again, only to see nothing but the lonely trees behind you. You decided to run, as painful as it was, but a sound of heavy breathing was heard behind you. Eventually, you felt something with jagged, dark claws grab your dress, causing you to scream before being pulled into the woods. The claws scratched your body as they dragged you into a secluded part of the woods. You could see your flesh being gruesomely torn into by the grip, instinctively trying to protect your abdomen by swatting at the claws, only getting hurt even more from the claws. Painfully, the claws dropped you in front of a familiar tent in the middle of the woods. It was lit with candles and petals of some kind of flower leading into the tent. You looked to your left to confirm if it was true, and you saw the river and the thorn bushes next to the tent. You tried to get up, but your arms were mangled so badly that it caused you immense pain to move them. As you wailed, you saw a ginormous, tall, slender figure inside the tent that twisted and mangled onto itself as it started to churn in on itself with uncanny movements. It revealed itself from the tent as Jade, his limbs and body were twisted into some insidious dark matter, with only a few recognizable features from him, including his teal hair and his dark blue earring being the first recognizable things on him. Besides his gleaming yellow eyes, he had on his dark hiking jacket, it was just like that day.   “Jade” quickly approached you, moving unnaturally back and forth towards you, maneuvering his claws into the earth before quickly pinning you down underneath his insidious form. You wanted to scream, but nothing came out as it lifted you by your gown to face him at eye level.

  "(N̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞), t̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞’s̳̿͟͞ s̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞ I̳̿͟͞’d̳̿͟͞ l̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞k̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ a̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞k̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞." “Jade" said, bending his crooked neck towards you.

  “D̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞’t̳̿͟͞ g̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ S̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞ H̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞d̳̿͟͞ D̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞v̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞ C̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞p̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞y̳̿͟͞; I̳̿͟͞ l̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞v̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞,” it put its face towards you and revealing its fanged, sharp mouth.

  “D̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞’t̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ l̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞v̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ (n̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞)” it said, opening its mouth and Waiting for a reply.  

You couldn’t say anything besides panicked breaths as you felt “Jades” foul breath fan your face.

  “I̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞’s̳̿͟͞ f̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ (n̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞) I̳̿͟͞’l̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞ b̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ w̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞ f̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ e̳̿͟͞v̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞y̳̿͟͞ d̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞y̳̿͟͞, n̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ m̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞ w̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞ o̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞ w̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ I̳̿͟͞’m̳̿͟͞ g̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ b̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ w̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞ f̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞E̳̿͟͞v̳̿͟͞E̳̿͟͞R̳̿͟͞” it licked you with its monsterously long tongue before it unhinged it’s jaw spilling a insidious dark liquid out of it.

You finally screamed as you fell out of his grip and quickly ran towards the river. You could hear it gaining ground on you as it weirdly waltzed towards where you were running. You ran down the forest path for what felt like forever before you saw the assorted cabins sitting in front of you with the various cars in front of some of the cabins.   You ran around a few trees, racing to a cabin with an open door to your left. You hastily locked the door, hearing the heavy clink of the lock shutting the door. You could hear “Jade” violently pounding on the door behind you, feeling the tremors on your back from the door being almost broken. You ran down the hallway towards the back room of the cabin. You stopped when you saw Azul.   He sat in a chair and was humming a tune you couldn’t quite recognize. He seemed to be making something to eat, cutting vegetables in a neat stack and putting them inside a bowl. He looked blissfully unaware of the violent banging outside the front door. You tried to speak but couldn’t form any words, only being able to stare at him, sitting like a silent spectator. He looked over to his right side briefly before continuing to make whatever he was cooking. You followed his gaze to see a baby chair full of colorful bars and streamers. Seated in the center of the chair, happily bouncing around, was a tiny baby jumping around in the seat, watching TV in the corner of the room. They seemed to have been 10 months old, given how big they were. Wearing a light pink onesie, you assumed it was a girl in the onesie. Instantly, when you came into view, the baby made eye contact with you, letting out a cheerful gurgle from their seat, and immediately made the “up” motion with their hands at seeing you.   Azul finally turned immediately light up at seeing you in front of him.  “No wonder she got excited. Did you get the dessert in the car?” He asked. You still couldn’t speak, but you pointed back to the door behind you. It seemed he didn’t notice or pay attention to what you pointed to as you frantically looked around the cabin.   Suddenly, a quake shook the cabin, leaving Azul and the baby unmoving in their spots in the cabin.    “R̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞b̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞, y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ c̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞’t̳̿͟͞ l̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞v̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ u̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ k̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞ h̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞.”

  “̷̱̖̫̟̺̰͢͞O̡͍̱͎̯̣͕̤̜̺̘͍͚̻̤͝ŗ̸̲͙͉͓͚ ̨̣͕͉̫̜ͅI̴̞̦̦̗̥’̜͔̘̰͇́͠l͏̘̜̭̤̱͇̜͔̘̰͇́͞͠l͏̘̜̭̤̱͇͞ ̬͟c̛̛̟̪ͅo̧͈̙̦̰̣̼̘̱̰̥͟͜m̵̧̛̯͖̺̥̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢ͅȩ̣̰͓̻͎͡ ҉͏̫̼̜͉̭i̙͙̙̥̰̯͎̘̖̹̦̙͝͞n̴̫̘͈͈͈̳̩͢ a͏́͏͖͍̞̥̖̹̦̙͝͞n̴̫̘͈͈͈̳̩̹̖̘͢ḑ̱̥̜́ ̹̖̘ḑ̛̛̱̥̜́ͅo͈̙̦ ҉͏̫̼̜͉̭i̵̙͙̙̥̰̯͎̘͈̤̩̝̣ṱ͓̕ ̧̰̣̼̘̱̰̥͟͜m̵̧̛̯͖̺̥͕͚̝̘̞y̕҉̧͙̝̟̞͈̪̼͈͇̘͎̫͙̰̗̩s̛͇̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢ͅȩ̣̰͓̻͎̜͔̘̰͇́͡͠l͏̘̜̭̤̱͇̝̺̠̖̭́͟͞͝f̷̩̲͈.”

  A loud thud was heard as you looked in front of you, seeing the razor blade in front of you—the same one from...   You picked it up, and suddenly, the scene before you was the cabin from all those months ago.   Azul lay in his blood and carnage in front of you as he begged you to put the razor blade down. A baby’s cry was heard from behind you, but your mutilated arms moved towards his bloodied body as you heard his cries and wails. The twisted, dark claws twisted around your wrists as you plunged the blade into his neck in one swift motion.   “It was him or me, but you picked him." Azul said in a weak voice, “Why?” He weeped to you with an indescribable sorrow in his face as life slowly left his eyes, leaving full azure orbs staring back at you.   Finally, you cried, holding him up to you and blooding your white gown as you held him close to you.   ~

...

...a jolt as you opened your eye awoke, looking around before you feeling a heavy cashmere throw over your stomach, the radio on playing soft piano music somewhere around you. Blinking the sleep from your eyes you remembered where your were again.   Azul was beside you in the bed; it seemed as if he fell asleep as well before you jolted awake, the drool in the corner of his mouth quickly wiped as he reached for his glasses in the dimmed room. His hands previously were purchased against your bump protruding from underneath the warm blanket.   "Are you okay, Angel?” Azul kissed the side of your cheek, rubbing your back soothingly. He placed a hand on your chest that traveled to your bump as he flicked his eyes to your bloom still most likely asleep.   “It was nothing- I just had a really bad dream,” sleep still evident in your tone as you felt yourself yawn loudly, letting your head lean on his shoulder.

“Oh? Care to share?” Azul began to massage around your bump.

“It was really bad,” you reiterated, “besides I wouldn’t want to worry you anyway; it was probably just my hormones,” you softly assured.   Azul thankfully didn’t press you, only focusing on your bump.

"Im so glad you came to visit me, and without Jade nonetheless" Azul pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead.

"Imagine my shock when I saw you slumped over in the corner of my bed after PT"

"Yeah sorry about that, I wasnt intending on napping in your room: I genuinely wanted to visit and see you"

Azuls lips quirked into a smile at the mention, his legs still under the metal braces as he laid next to where your's laid under the sheets.

"So, are you excited for Monday?” He asked, “I asked for permission for the day from physical therapy, and they’re allowing me to go to your appointment,”

You felt a warm sleepy smile form on your face, if only Azul knew how much those words meant to you in the moment, your memory briefly reminding you of the strange coldness you received from Jade at the mention of forgetting the Contract.

Maybe you shouldnt dwell on it; you didnt want to get depressed about how bipolar Jade was being this week.   “I’m glad to hear you're taking this seriously,” you replied, as you said that you instantly remembered why you were even here besides not wanting to be reminded of Jade.

"Um, well, I guess very seriously, I was shocked by all the things you’d gotten for our child.” You started to nervously run your fingers through your hair.   “I’m not even finished yet, Angel; I still need to find a new place for us to start our family,” Azul murmured wrapping his arm around you once again.

“I want us to start anew somewhere else, together.” He said resting his chin on top of your head.

"No more drama, we can start over whereever your heart desires, Leave this place behind us with the memories that happened here"   “What are you saying, Azul?” You owlishly blinked, finding Azul's eyes.

He conjured a soft laugh before letting his hand find the warmth of your hair stroking it in a comforting motion as he looked into your shocked hues.

“I’m saying I’m in love with you (Name); I want to make things right with you,” he said softly, running his fingers into your hair like a weaving. You regretted looking into his eyes, allowing him to see your cheeks turn dusted in rose.

"I just- couldnt bring myself to tell you during our last meeting but Ive had time to reflect on how I truly feel about both you and our child" His blue hues met your own colored irises.

You wanted to believe Azul's words ,however, the irritating voice of Jade echoed in your head from the other day causing you to instantly grimace.   “If the one I loved wasn’t important to Azul, they’d have already been charged with attempted 1st degree murder by now.”

You broke his eye contact looking away towards the wall behind you both.   “Is that why you lied to everyone about what happened?” you lowly asked.

Azul's eyes widen from surprise a sudden chuckle bubbled from him before he rubbed the apple of your cheek.

“What do you mean sweetheart?” He asked,   “In the mountains, you remembered us being together, but you purposely omitted that I convinced you to let me take you there,” you bluntly questioned. “you dont really have Amnesia do you?” Your tears once again threatened to fall as you confessed to him.

"You know what I did to you those six months ago"

Azul didn't say anything, only focusing on you watching you intently with a soft grin on his face.   “You hate me dont you?” you tearfully said, trying to keep your tears at ease to get your point across to Azul.

“It’s just like what Jade said: I shouldn’t trust you because you might get rid of me once I have my child and send me to prison forever.” You burst into a wail as your felt the wet tears dripping from your face wiping your eyes. Pulling back from Azul, you tried to get out of Azul's hold, but he wouldn’t let you go, leaving you stuck in his grasp a tearful mess wiping your eyes with your palms.   "So Jade apparently knows me so well he can read my mind, huh?” Azul sneered, “What other lies has he been feeding you while you’ve been away from me?” Azul watched you as you sobbed into your hand.   “I just want to know if your genuine Azul,” you exhaled.

"Because I dont want to fall in love with someone that just is going to dispose of me like Jade did to me this weekend" you hiccuped.

“Ive been through so much I dont want to be tricked by you again to trust you like when we were in the Cabin again"

You turned away from him in the bed sitting up, displacing the soft throw as you tried to get up from the cot, only to feel his arm grab your upper arm tightly.   "I dont know what to say to make you believe (Name) but it seems Jade has poisoned your mind as he is good at" He sighed.

"As I said, I actually love you enough to confess whats on my mind unlike Jade-" Azul raised his voice towards you; you backed away in his hold as he held a dark expression on his face.

A lurch was felt before your bloom jumped inside at the loud surrounding around them, most likely as scared as you were of Azul.

You patted your abdomen to calm them down as they kicked to change their position inside of your walls.   "Well, if it’s true, then show me proof you love me,” you begged, wrapping your arms around your abdomen to protect your baby from Azul.

“Or I’m leaving this hospital and town, and I’ll never see you again; I’ll take our precious bloom away from you, and you’ll never hear from both of us again,” you yelled at him, trying to thrash out of his hold around you.   For a moment he stared you down with fury and anger in his eyes before he relented taking a deep breath in to calm himself. He sighed before he spoke.

"I dont want you to leave (Name)"

“I love you but if I must tell your what is truly going on in the background,” he began to catch your attention as you glared at him with pure hatred.   “Jade killed Brett so he could place blame on him for my attack and your… incident ontop of the mountain,” Azul said quietly, “He wanted to drag your name in all the papers as this poor victim of the Sugar Horned Devils CEO that was raped and used as a company spy by him, frame you as a revenge killer for Brett, and then bail you out for his murder.” Azul continued.   “That bag over there,” he pointed at the white shopping bag you brought in the last visit in the corner of his room, “has your fingerprints on it; he wanted me to call the police and tell them you murdered Brett and he attacked me,” Azul began to soothe your back.   “but out of the love for the both of you I’m not going along with it, which is why Jade is threatening to keep you from me if I don’t comply before April"

You stared blankly at Azul unable to process what he said. Jade had truly lied to you, this whole time he pretended to be helplessly in love with you treating you like a princess in the highrise knowing full well he was going to ruin your life in another month.

It was no wonder why he wasnt here.   You couldnt hold it in anymore- letting all of your tears out on the warm gray sweatshirt Azul had on as you leaned into his chest. Azul only comforted your collapsed form resting on him as you let your tears finally flow from your face. You knew Brett’s murder was suspicious; you thought it had been Azul because of their relationship, but it was Jade, who you shared months of your time with together; you had even had sex with him, giving Jade your heart.

You were truly beginning to consider Jade's choice to be a couple together. But to you it meant nothing anymore, the future youd daydream about when Jade would make you lunch, or when youd both be curled up on the sofa spending time after work together.

It made you sick-   “I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but I couldn’t keep lying to you anymore, Angel,” he said, kissing your forehead. 

"I just want you to be Happy (name) not wallowing in the misery that has been brought to you" Azul spoke up.

you cried for a while that afternoon.   Eventually after all your sorrows were done you both laid together side by side as you tried to calm down from everything you had just discovered. Focusing on the radio softly playing Azul's favorite music as he told you about the various things that had went on during his stay in the hospital kept your mind busy.

Azul and you both decided to get something to eat, Having dinner together while you both kept each other company.   You couldnt help yourself by occasionally glancing back at him; It was such a different lense you saw Azul through now.

Someone that Azul actually wanted around...

It was about nine pm when you realized how late it was. You honestly didn’t even want to go back to Jade’s place; you knew Jade wouldn’t be back for a long time, but it disgusts you to have to come back to his penthouse.

Fixing your hair in the mirror in the bathroom you decided to gather your courage, Azul was changing into his own clothes to sleep in taking extra care in changing his pants on the side of the bed.

"Azul"

“is it alright if I stay with you?” You called weakly over your shoulder, “I just don’t want to go home tonight"

He was silent before you heard him reply.   “You needn’t ask; I welcome it since it does get rather lonesome not seeing anyone until Friday,” he sighed. “And besides, this gives us the chance to talk about our future together; I’d like for both of us to be on the same page,” Azul's reflection in the mirror behind yours, you felt a smile of relief wash over your cheeks.

Maybe it was true.. Retreating from the mirror you beelined to the cot lying in the disturbed spot from where you first fell asleep on; watching as Azul finished dressing himself before joining where you laid.

Grabbing his hand lifting it and lacing his hand together, you intertwined your fingers into his, examining how well yours and his hands molded together.   As if…

They were meant to be.

-

[gossypibomaa]

as someone who has nothing more than a basic high-school understanding of physics, this is how I see all the physics stuff going on in the recent bsd chapters.

(AGAIN I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ACTUAL PHYSICS THIS IS JUST WHAT'S MADE SENSE TO ME DON'T KILL ME)

(I only make this diagram because I feel like it makes sense to me but now I'm starting to doubt that I actually understand it and just think that I know what's going on. so I've made an explanation so that hopefully if I am wrong, someone can tell me)

one more note as well: the terms "infinite/infinity" and "fourth dimension" are used loosely here. I know that this is likely inaccurate, but it's just a simple generalization of how I can see it.

So there's the main 3D universe which is (obviously) length, width, and depth expanding outward infinitely in all three of those directions(condensed into a cube to model it)

It's impossible to really see the 4th dimension. The best way I can understand how I see it is by lining up these 3D planes/universe onto this plane behind it.

The "4D" plane drawn here(I know it really isn't but again just for visualization/having something to see it as) doesn't have width/height/depth, it is just there. It represents time. It could even be drawn as just a line, or lines between 3D planes.

And that plane being time, you can line up the 3D planes on it like animation keyframes. (-2 sec, -1 sec, present, 1 sec, 2 sec, etc, etc.)

And also something of note, each 3D plane isn't just one second of time here. Because really, there are measurements of time smaller than a second but I am not writing all that out. Best way I can still explain it is animation keyframes.

And if you rotate this and expand it outwards a bit:

Each section represents each interval of time(or keyframe) of the 3 dimensional space, and each section is each keyframe's space(length/width/depth) in its ENTIRETY.

This plane expands through every second/frame of the third dimension. Negative infinity, present, and positive infinity.

And in perspective of recent events:

and now add Fyodor's whole "drawing on a piece of paper with two hands" thing.

Each dot represents where Gozen(A four dimensional being) has been placed onto the timeline.

If the model was drawn to go farther backwards, it would show where Gozen was placed in the timeline to kill off Kunikida, Kenji, and Tanizaki, with the dots having line segments after them that extended until Gozen was no longer in that space of time.

When a four dimensional being attacks a third dimensional one(or goes into a 3D space), it can go in through any (x, y, z) coordinate on the "keyframe" it chooses to attack or go in from.

And put more into perspective with said events:

(gozen attacking third dimensional beings)

(gozen staying in the 3D space-time)

(both visualized)

(red dot(w/ line, no black center) is gozen, purple is fyodor, pink is atsushi, orange is akutagawa, yellow is fukuzawa.)

okay yeah :thumbs-up-emoji:

[loneliestluvr]

𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒐, 𝒊𝒊𝒊.

i. ii. iii.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron OC

Synopsis: Caught up in a world of hollow grief for her people, her life, and her father, Blair Archeron is forced into a life under the light she wants no part of after ghosting through immortality since being Made. But what she finds, is not what she expects.

Warnings: beron😒, abuse in general(like triggering af please be warned), me being a rhysand hater, brief suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 4.1k— this took me all day to write(from 7-9 am and then 3-now please be thankful😞🙏🏼)

taryn thinks: YES I DID CHANGE THE NAME. IT FITS BETTER. I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS WHEN I STARTED. HUSH. i would like to choose this very moment to tell you there will be a happy ending and to say they WILL end up with babies. still unsure how many parts this will be though 💃🏼 im just a gorl. @readychilledwine this is my payment for that tamlin baby and domestic fluff(smut if you’d like) bonus chapter for lost bonds 🤗

There was glass shattered on the floor by the windows.

Eris’s head was down as he stood before his father, pieces of deep auburn hair hanging by his eyes as he tried not to move and tried not to let any emotion pass over his face. Just as Beron expected when he took his lashings— whether that be from a whip, his tongue, or his powers.

However indignant, the fact his father had chosen his tongue today was a mercy.

“You are insignificant,” Beron seethed, spit spraying from his mouth as he yelled. The deep, cruel, voice booming off the walls of his fathers study. “—a bastard, truly. A bastard because you surely can not be this stupid and be born of me. A worthless excuse for a first son.”

Eris kept his stature wane, making himself small for his father despite the fact he was a few good inches taller than the male.

Sometimes, he thought the High Lord’s need to belittle and denigrate everyone around him, raise his voice and grow violent, was driven by some sort of lust. For power, respect, whatever it may be. Something he lacked.

That maybe the fact he put energy into minimizing his court, his family, his wife even, was because he didn’t even respect himself. That he needed to create room for his anger and hatred by pushing others down.

What had happened to him that made him so cruel? Is this how his father had been to him? Was this love to him?

“How is it that we’ve only just learned there’s a fourth sister, Eris? Tell me,” Beron’s voice grew lethally quiet as he spoke and Eris forced himself to breathe, bracing mentally. “—tell me so I know who better to put on the throne instead of your pathetic fucking excuse of life.”

His words grated against his ears, voice tight and angry and again growing louder as he spoke.

Another glass was thrown, and shattered. Hitting the wall so close to Eris’s head that a piece flew at him, slicing across his cheek lightly. He barely moved.

The crystal thin enough, knife-like enough, that he felt the warmth of his blood start to slowly seep from his skin.

Like moisture collecting on the petal of a white poppy in the early morning dew when he sat in the meadows by the Forest House, Saydee’s head in his lap as he talked to the earth. A small reprieve from the chaos of the palace.

Eris was there, in his mind.

Petting his hounds grey coat as he whispered, just as he always did when the sun came over the horizon and woke for the day. Like he had since he was just a faeling sitting in his mothers lap as she did the same.

His mother had explained it so gently one morning, sat in the grass, about when the sun comes over the skyline to say good morning. Not to speak too loudly or too brash so that he didn’t startle the earth, because she too deserved kindness. The Mother.

So almost everyday for as long as he could remember, he sat in that meadow, lazing in the tall grasses as those vibrant hues of blue and orange and pink and yellow streaked across the sky— and he whispered to Her.

About his hopes and dreams that would never be fulfilled or sought after, talked of the life he wished to have. That he wished his own mother had. Asked for her days to be gentler, kinder, prayed on every wild dandelion he found, for someone to share his days with, to talk to— however boring.

And he had. He had his dogs, and he had the fields surrounded with the creeks that ran through their property, and he had the sky.

He wished he was there most of the time. So he created a place in his head, to escape in moments like this.

Acres of meadows, full of flowers and taller grass than he could dream of. Up to his hips, his bloodhounds disappearing beneath the blades as he strolled leisurely. Hands wading through the soft thicket. Sometimes he dreamed of others with him, his mother, Lucien, someone else.

Locked away that piece of himself to disappear into whenever being in his body became too much.

It’s where he had spent nearly fifty torturous years Under the Mountain, spending every waking moment protecting the female who had raised him for his father didn’t care to. Spending fifty years away from those grasslands and that beautiful savoy grandeur. His meadows.

Throwing stick after stick out into those pastures as he walked further and further, his best girl running every time he threw— chasing bunnies and jumping into the streams. Getting lost in his mind. When he knew it was morning, which was so very rare down in that dark and decrepit nightmare, he prayed. He prayed for some divine force to step in, for Her to save him and his family. To be kinder. The first time he cried and spoke his despair aloud, Feyre Archeron had come three days later.

Eris was deep in fern grasses as the blood dripped down his face, but he still did not move.

He hadn’t even taken his coat and finery off from Hewn City yet, having told his father he was coming from the lookout on the northern border. He didn’t bring attention to it.

He heard his fathers deep breath and the creaking of the chair behind his desk as he sat, maybe seeing reason now that the heady scent of his sons blood filled his study.

“You will go to Rhysand as soon as possible,” Beron started, pinching the bridge of his nose. Eris still didn’t look up, just blinked at the floor. “—do what you must. Find a way in, figure out what else those wretched girls took from us. I do not care if you kill or maim or whatever else takes your interest these days.”

His voice trailed off as if remembering something significant and Eris heard the wood groan again and then footsteps, his heart remaining steady despite the screaming that filled his head. Then he saw the polished toes of Beron’s shoes.

“You always were the smartest of my sons. So much like me, so brutal.”

Male pride laced those words. Eris wanted to throw up, he wanted to scream, and he did want to kill. He wanted to kill the man before him, wanted to kill the ruination that circled this court. That ripped its beauty from her chest, chewed it up, and spat it out.

But he did not move.

A hand gripped his chin, turning his face to the side and up. Eris let his eyes flick to his fathers face and saw the warning there.

“Where did you get this.” It wasn’t a question, Eris knew.

“I was playing with Saydee and tripped too close to a jagged rock, it cut me. It didn’t hurt.”

Beron released his chin if only to land a sharp slap on his other cheek and then immediately grabbed his face again. His grip burned, like molten ire, making the flesh of his cheeks dig into his teeth.

“Where did you get it.”

“I was practicing my swordsmanship with Brenton and he sliced me with his rapier, it was an accident. He got the proper punishment for hurting me.”

Beron released his son’s face and stepped back.

“Get out, don’t let your mother see you.”

Doubtless that the reason he wanted him gone was because he didn’t want his sons blood to drip onto those precious carpets.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice, so he walked. As calmly as he could until he got to his rooms, making sure to take the long way around and avoid where his mother was no doubt waiting by her own door to hear Eris’s footsteps walk by.

To know he was safe, or to know what his father did. Either way, he didn’t want her to see him like this.

Closing the door behind him, he finally loosed a breath, opening his eyes as he shucked off his jacket and draped it over the chaise by the hearth. Walking to his tray of decanters, lightly touching the blood on his face with one hand as he picked a bottle up in the other.

His scarred fingers came back crimson.

A slow boiling rage, like simmering sugar, filled his body. His muscles, gritting his teeth silently. Grip growing tight as he looked at that blood.

And then that was all he saw as the glass bottle shattered into the brick fireplace, sending the flames roaring and him stumbling back a few steps into the post of his bed.

He hadn’t noticed it was lit, vision glazed over.

He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as he watched the flames fulminate, casting an orange glow on his room and his face. So bright and wild he felt the heat from feet away as he watched the fire roar and gutter back down.

Eris thought that maybe he really wasn’t any better than the man that sired him at all.

Spring in Velaris was beautiful.

The mid-day sun warmed the air around the River House, a gentle breeze kissing Blair’s skin and ruffling through her curled hair.

She’d let her little sister braid it back this morning, a thin coronet that made a beautiful pleated flower on the back of her head. Though her loose bangs tickled her eyes, Blair thought she had looked rather pretty.

She wasn’t so outside of her body when she sat in the open air. And she felt… alright.

Though she would have preferred a fir to scale, as they allowed for easier climbing, but the willow she had found herself in made for a good view of Elain working in Feyre’s garden.

It was a welcome change from her window. Like there was no need to run away and hide in the forests of her mind, digging her own hands into the soul of the earth just to make sure her mind didn’t numb away.

She was almost laying down against the bark, the large trunk and spindling branches wide enough two people could have sat up here side by side. As uncomfortable as it may have been, the rough corking crust digging into wherever it touched through her pale yellow gown, it felt like home.

It’d been a week since Starfall at the House of Wind, almost a month since that all too brief introduction she had made to the world in Hewn City on Winter Solstice. Of Prythian’s world, at least.

Blair hadn’t expected anything for it, she had been there for a short half hour and had been… occupied the whole time.

Sometimes her skin still burned when she was alone. In the bath, when she stirred honey into her tea, late at night in the too cool sheets of her bed.

She’d felt her own since Hewn City, able to think and manage conversations, elating to Feyre and Elain and she quite enjoyed conversing with her little sisters now. But she still laid by the fire, night after night just to feel that warmth fill her.

But after that, after the surplus of gifts from their small gathering that followed, presents hadn’t stopped when the Solstice holiday ended— but they weren’t coming from her family.

Baskets and boards and chests and boxes were sent to Rhysand’s palace and then were brought to the House. Welcoming’s and courtiers from every place in Prythian it seemed, branching out to welcome her.

Well wishes, mostly. Some off-notes and letters, claiming that Blair Archeron’s beauty could be used to fix the rifts in this continent and between courts. That had been the most absurd one, a letter for Rhysand asking for her hand in marriage. He laughed as he read it to her, sitting by the window— knees tucked into her chest.

It angered her more than anything. That she was already a prize to be had, or that it was Rhys they were asking.

Slowly, as days passed and she spent more time outside breathing clear air, the anger grew. The realizations came in waves, of things she had missed, times where she should have spoke up and didn’t.

Resentment, frustration, shame, guilt.

She didn’t let it show, bottling it up and shoving it down. Killing the urges inside her to scream at everyone, to bellow and seeth and grow violent. Something so awake in her, gnashing and bloody teethed. The need to give into that voice in her head that told her to let it go.

That she needed to in order to go on, in order to have a sense of normalcy. That exploding was the only was to settle her bones. She felt particularly nasty towards Rhysand.

The betterment he had to achieve and grovel over, should grovel over, was stacked against the High Lord.

The anger was what took her the most, forcing her fingers to loosen the grip she had on her fork at dinner nightly as she listened to him ramble and laugh. Watched Feyre go on like she would not die having his child, closer and closer to being due.

She wanted to watch him bleed as her sister was going to.

Wanted to scream for all he had made Nesta do.

The entitlement.

But Blair buried it.

So she would glare to herself when he wasn’t looking, lip pulled back slightly and passed off as a twitch, before she took in what was sent as an attempt to woo her.

Blair had thought they were for Feyre in all honesty, before Cassian explained that it was bad luck. A few days ago when he walked with her along the Sidra— Elain had dragged her out and in return she made the Illyrian come with her— he had said it was a grim omen and wish of terrible luck to send an expecting mother gifts for a babe that hadn’t yet been born. To the fae at least.

She listened mindlessly. Noting the scent of her older sister that came from him in waves. She needed to talk to Nesta, and soon. A conversation was owed on both ends.

The thin parchment of the book she was reading scraped against the soft pads of Blair’s fingers as she leaned back against the large trunk of the willow.

Vines of cream wisteria flowing in the soft wind that sent the caps of her bell sleeves fluttering, watching Elain out of the corner of her eye as she dug her bare hands into the soil. Choosing not to use the enchanted gloves Lucien had gifted to her as she tended to the flower beds at the back of the house.

Despite the cool air surrounding Blair from the river flowing a few paces away, a warmth bloomed past her skin, not from the sun, but from something else, and her chest melted or sparked or roared as she saw a flash of deep auburn hair— walking towards where she was in the tree.

The second oldest Archeron’s brow furrowed so slightly. That scent— that heated mahogany and citrus, burning embers, floated to her on a soft wind and brushed through her hair in a soothing caress.

Eris’s hand skimmed along the brush of a white rose hedge as he strolled, his gait loose but strong. Blair kept her focus on the pages she was reading, but a sudden pounding in her heart had her unable to focus on any of the words.

She heard him approach, feet light and careless, she wouldn’t have heard it if she were still human. But with her new ears, the new senses she was still getting used to, she could.

The feet stopped, just under her, and Blair flipped the page. The thin and gauzy skirt of her dress draped and hung down the branch she lounged on, leg crossed over the other.

Eris cleared his throat then, and Blair could see his tall stature blurred in the peripheral of her vision. Hands tucked appropriately behind his back.

“I’m shocked Rhys let you come here, especially with my baby sister in her condition.” Blair said without lifting her head to look at him. Eris hid his smile by lowering his head. “Or should I be worried you’ve come to steal Nesta away? She’s not here, by the way.”

The words poured out of her mouth so quickly that Elain lifted her head in wonder, the same furrow as her older sister’s she’d seen play out in her face so many times. Rhys was standing with his arms crossed on the stone walkway when Elain looked to the back doors. Not pleased, but something willing.

“Now, smart, beautiful thing.” He tsked his tongue, amusement lacing every word. “I wanted to see you, and I told you that Nesta was not what I wanted anymore.”

Blair lifted her head at that, looking down at his wretchedly beautiful face and he smiled that wicked smile at her that spoke of pure sin. The level of her belief was in her eyes.

Whatever he offered that was big enough for Rhys to allow him to come to Velaris, she didn’t believe it would be just for her. Eris had given something to gain something— that’s what they all said of him.

“I told him I’d spoil our fun and tell my father of our plans or he could let me see you and I’d send a legion tomorrow for him to direct.” Eris added, as if reading her mind or face or body. She forced herself to keep looking at him.

“I could have met with you somewhere else.”

“Would you have? Left this place?” A raise of his brows.

Blair didn’t know, she didn’t know why she said it. Why her tongue just moved before she could think with him. Her eyes said as much and then a sudden, unknown, panic filled her and the life guttered so quickly from her eyes.

“It is safer here anyway.” Eris said lightly a few seconds later, followed by a quiet sigh.

There was a thin white gash along his cheek, almost healed, but it wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him. Blair remembered every inch of his face whether she wanted to or not. A face that followed her.

“No gift to try and sweep me into a marriage with you?” She said as gently as she could, face a bit flat.

“I thought I gave you one.” Eris smiled and at Blair’s squinted eyes, he continued. She closed her book and tossed it to the ground, narrowly missing him as it thudded to the ground. “Our dances, I did give you three I believe. Is that not the correct number in the mortal realm when a male is courting a female?”

The female blinked down at him, pausing as she swung her legs over the side of the branch, face drawing ever tighter and then she couldn’t control it.

It was the wording that sent her laughing she supposed. The sound rich and full of life, not empty and deserted or even strained, a song that skittered over Eris’s skin. Soft and silky as a fawn’s coat, gentle and easy as a gliding dove.

“I suppose,” Blair started, grunting slightly as she slid on her stomach— using the little strength she had in her arms to hold tight to the trunk she was dangling from. “—if we were in the mortal realm.” Blair panted slightly and Eris’s mouth formed a tight line as he watched the female struggling to climb back to the ground.

Her palms quickly formed indents from the grooves and bumps and ridges she clung to, nails digging into the wood.

“But,” Slipping slowly, trying to find a place for her dangling bare feet to land or stick to so she didn’t drop seven or eight feet right to the grass. The thin sleeves of her dress catching and snagging on sharp ribs in the bark. “—I so graciously have the rest of my immortal life ahead of me,”

“Would you…” Eris’s hands trail off as he watched, hands behind his back and head tilted.

“I have choices, to make—” Blair interrupted, toes splaying as she reached and reached for the next thing down but there was just nothing. “So I think it fair I take,” She huffed, hands slipping and sweating as she tried to grapple. “My,”

Eris raised an amused brow to her backside, arms crossing over his chest as he just watched. Her full body dangling there and then Blair yelped, right hand slipping and then she was falling with a gasp.

Eris was there a second later, large hands firmly gripping her waist as her knees bent over something. Scratching up her hands as she went, skin ripping on the rough bark and she grappled for anything. Body twisting.

It was Eris who caught her, who she tangled herself onto so she wouldn’t slam against the ground. Panting, heart beating, arms around his neck before she looked at him.

Blue, rust-flecked eyes met amber ones.

“Time.” She whispered, staring at his face. He’d caught her. She couldn’t tell if it was her pulse she could feel inside her hand, or his, as it held to the junction between his neck and shoulder. His eyes flicked down.

“Yellow was a choice, my dear Blair.” She scrambled from his arms, dropping another foot before touching the ground as she stood on her own again.

“I like yellow.” She spoke quietly, brushing her hands along her dress and halting when it streaked the fabric with a dirty red. Looking up at him with a breath, she crossed her arms instead.

“Beautiful as a rare star, then.”

Blair rolled her eyes.

“What is it you want, Eris?”

The male nearly fell to his knees at the look in her eyes, the sound of his name on her tongue for the first time.

Out loud, that is. He’d rewatched her beautiful lips play with it in his head for the past month, over and over. Kept it for himself, for when he was alone or bored or…

Eris feigned a pout.

“No polite courtier? I just saved you, my fair damsel.” He said, face serious until he smiled again and Blair started walking back towards the house. Rhys mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk as he watched.

“I do not need saving, the worst that would have happened was a few scratches or a bruise. I would have lived.” Even if she didn’t particularly care to. She didn’t say that out loud, though. But the despair seeped into something, she didn’t care enough to stop and think about the feeling.

“Mm,” He hummed, following behind her. “I suppose so.” He wanted to grab her, to touch and feel her beneath the flesh of his hands just because. Something inside his chest dragging him along behind her, he was not himself.

Blair just kept walking, right up the stones and the marble stairs off the back of the house, feet padding to the doors. Eris stopped at the steps where Rhys made him halt.

“Don’t let them hold you.” Eris called and she looked over her shoulder just briefly before flinging the doors open and disappearing inside the house that was warded off. Eris couldn’t follow after her if he wanted to.

“You saw her. For whatever reason you needed, she clearly did not have an interest in the same.” Rhys sighed, stepping in front of Elain subconsciously as Eris stood there— still looking into the House. “Now leave my city before I kill you, you know not to speak of this place to anyone.”

Eris was still staring after her when he disappeared in a rush of wind and warm light.

Elain looked back at the tree where her sister and the male had come through moments ago, only to find a particular trail of higher grass where Blair had walked and suddenly grown dandelions were blooming.

From the slam of the back door seconds later and the vacant yard that Elain was now left alone in, nobody else had noticed.

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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 43

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex and violence (as always)

This one is a longer one bc I worked on it all week long. Hope y'all enjoy <3

Kidding Around

Killer helped you escape Kid's death grip in the morning so you could participate in the sunrise coffee ritual that you had established with him. It was clear that Killer was an expert after so long with Kid, switching you with a pillow that Kid then squeezed to himself. You stood on the bow with Killer, one of his arms casually around your waist. With him, silences weren't awkward. You watched together as the sun peeked over the horizon with its grapefruit-pink rays. They shifted orange then pale yellow as the dawn evolved. 

"What are your goals, Killer?"

"To make Kid king of the pirates."

"After that."

"I doubt Kid will want to stop pirating. Maybe we'll return to our hometown and turn it around. I could have a restaurant." Killer prompted, "And you?"

"I don't know anymore."

His hand squeezed your hip reassuringly. He had noticed that you stopped talking about your revenge as much and that you rarely checked your specialized log pose. He didn't think you had given up on it, just put it on the back burner. 

When the sun climbed high enough in the sky to clear the horizon, you squinted. There was a black shape. "Land ho!" You looked up to the crow's nest wondering who was up there. They weren't doing their job. You caught a glimpse of big, poofy, orange hair as Quincy darted away from the ladder, wearing just a robe, probably trying to avoid being seen before everyone woke up.

"That's odd. I thought Nu was on watch." 

"I think he had a visitor," you said with a cheeky inflection. That's cute. Quincy was with the other ginger on board, the one with the mohawk and tiny glasses. 

"Damn it. I told everyone to knock it off with that shit. They need to be alert."

"I would like to go on record to state I have never hooked up with anyone there."

"You haven't been up there with Wire then. He has a way of talking people out of their pants."

"WIRE?!"

"It's his secret talent."

"Has he....done that to you?" You bit your lip, eyeing him with curiosity. 

"Decline to comment." He headed towards the galley to start breakfast. "Come on. Everyone will be eager to eat and get off the ship."

This island was essentially neutral. There were pirates and marines alike, though the marines were few. They were probably only there to restock supplies. You smirked as you went by a group of them atop Mini's back, daring them to engage you as they stared wide-eyed at your jacket. They decided that you were simply an imitation. The real Sea Snake was dead, obviously. It would be unwise to put them down in public anyway, so you let them be. 

You had left before anyone could stop you, not that they would, but you didn’t want to be burdened with being dragged around for errands. Kid was quite disappointed when he couldn’t find you. He had gone into his workshop to see if there was anything he needed more of, and had finally noticed the small renovation you had done. He had wanted to take you with him while he did business before that, with the intention of ending up conveniently together just in time for dinner, and he wanted that even more now. Kid didn’t want to ask you on a date per se. He did want to be alone with you in a context other than the bedroom, however. You had been showing him favor lately and with the new information that you were similar to him in more ways than he thought, Kid felt more comfortable with the idea of getting close to you. Of course he didn’t like you like that. He simply thought you had potential to graduate from fuck buddy to fuck close friend.  There were a few things you wanted to purchase. First, though, you had been waiting for a chance to be in a more open area. It was very difficult to train with Mini on the ship, both because she was enormous and because you would break the ship. Plus, Mini could use a bit of exercise. Being cramped on the ship for too long wasn’t good for her. Mini walked until you were both deep in the forested part of the island, in a clearing. For several hours, until you were both out of energy, you practiced new skills and techniques. You flopped on Mini as she laid down, both taking a quick rest. 

Hunger woke you from rest. The sun was much lower than it had been when you had closed your eyes. Your nap went longer than intended. You felt very refreshed afterwards though, so you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you headed back towards the ship, Mini split off from you to return, while you kept going to find a place to eat.

Kid was in a bad mood. How hard was it to find a huge raging monster and a boar? All while he was taking care of some errands, he was keeping an eye out for you, but failed to catch a glimpse. Even when he came across the other officers, none of them had seen you either. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe you dipped on them, or worse, maybe someone had taken you. That thought bothered him more than he thought it would. Actually, the longer the day went on without finding you, the more he dwelled on it. He growled to himself, frustrated that he couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You found yourself in a dimly lit, grungy bar. Every man who initially approached you turned tail as soon as they saw your face, whether it was from your stank eye or from your scars, you didn’t know. You were leaned back with your feet kicked up on the table and a beer in your hand, somewhat tucked in the corner of the bar. You liked privacy and you liked being able to see the entire room, no need to look over your shoulder. 

The door swung open, a big red ogre behind it. He looked pissed and stomped straight to the bar. You were surprised Killer wasn’t with him, or anyone for that matter. You called a waitress over and handed her a note to deliver to him. You were going to send him a beer but the bartender put one down in front of him before he even asked. The waitress handed the slip of paper to Kid and scampered away, which was probably for the best since he whipped around angrily to see who sent the note. His eyes didn’t soften, but they did brighten when he saw that it was you. 

“What crawled up my ass?” Kid crumpled the note and threw it at you. He grabbed a chair and dropped his body into it across from you. “YER the one who crawled up my ass.” He pointed in an accusatory way.  Your eyebrow twitched up. “Me?” You looked him up and down. “If I was in your ass, you wouldn’t look so mad. I promise you that.” 

“Shut up.” Kid rolled his eyes. “I’ve been lookin for ya all day. Thought ya might have got stolen.”

“Bet you would have loved if someone took me off your hands.” You have him a questioning look. “But why? Need me for something?”

Kid reached across the table and tugged your collar. “Nah, yer mine now, girlie. They would have ta take ya from my cold, dead hands.” He grinned so big it almost split his face in two. “And that’s not happenin.” 

That made your heart quicken. You looking into his amber eyes, hiding your soft spot for him. “You still didn’t answer the question.”

”Ah, well,” Kid didn’t have a great excuse. He wasn’t going to tell you the true reason. “Was gonna see if ya wanted to spar with me.” What a dumb fuckin lame-ass excuse. Idiot! 

You shrugged. “Sure.” Weird that something as small as simply wanting to spar upset him earlier. There was definitely more behind it. 

“Really? I mean good.” He swirled the beer around in his mug.  There was a bit of an awkward silence. 

Clearing your throat, you mentioned, “I have some things to do first. Didn’t get to em today.” You tapped your fingertips on the table. “Was gonna ask Heat to come with me cuz I need more clothes and he’s good at picking outfits, but I guess you could come.” You quickly added, “If you want. Because it’s just easier that way.” The dim lighting hid the blush on your face. 

“Ha! I’m way better at picking outfits than Heat.” Kid leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

”Real outfits, Kid,” you warned, “Not lingerie.” 

“Yeah yeah. Real clothes. Whatever.” He waved you off, cursing you mentally for putting images of you in lingerie into his head.

You both sat and drank your beers, Kid propping his feet up on the table as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stare at you a few times. What’s that about? Your ears perked up when some very drunk man was asking about how someone disabled could be a pirate, assuming they were talking about you with your missing eye. It was clear who they were talking about when he made a joke about an unarmed pirate captain.

It did tick you off when people talked about your imperfections, but fuck did it have you seeing red when you realized it was directed at Kid. You could tease him and make fun of him. You would NEVER bring his involuntary amputation into it, however. That was crossing a line. You don’t even think he heard it, judging from his lack of reaction and how he looked at you in confusion as you got up from the table. You didn’t feel like behaving tonight. There was an itch for violence that you needed to scratch. Maybe defending Kid was just an excuse to let some steam off. He certainly didn't need you to defend him.

”Wanna say that again?” You stood at the man’s table, palms resting flat against it.  The man grimaced when he saw your face. “What? You defending your cripple boyfriend? Seems about right an ugly cunt like you would be with him.” 

“It seems that you don’t know who either of us are.” You smiled at him and his companions. Anyone who had heard of Eustass Kid would know that he was far from incapable with one arm. “That’s cute. You must have been on the sea for what? Five minutes?”

The man’s companions laughed nervously as he kept up. “Bitch, if you’re not gonna take that prosthetic out and let me skull-fuck that butchered face, I would get lost.”

You reached up and pulled your log pose from your eye socket, rolling it around in your fingers. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his hair, slammed his face on the table, pulled it back up, and shoved your eye into his mouth as far back as you could push it. “Swallow it.” His eyes were wild and he clawed at the arm holding his hair. “I said SWALLOW IT.” 

He gagged and choked, holding his throat, before gasping for air. “WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes were watery as he stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Actually, I’m gonna need that back.” You grabbed a steak knife from the table and grinned at him.

”No please…” The man was sweating, scared shitless.

“Apologize to him.” You pointed at Kid, who was still relaxed in his seat, enjoying the show. 

“I-I’m sorry, S-sir.”

”Eustass Kid,” you corrected.

The man’s eyes widened with realization, that he fucked up big time. He started to plead for his life almost immediately.

You thrusted the knife into his stomach and tore it open. “Unfortunately, I do still need that.” His hands tried to grab yours away but kept slipping from the blood. His screams were really fucking up the atmosphere of the bar. You pushed into the open wound with your hand, searching for your eye. “Skull-fuck, huh? You’re lucky I don’t have a dick or I’d fuck you right in this warm, wet hole of yours.” Your hand found what it was looking for and retrieved the small orb. Dunking it in his companion’s beer, you cleaned it off and stuck in right back where it belonged. 

His two companions, trembling and trying not to catch your eye, dragged him off, leaving a trail of blood behind. He might live. You thought about cutting his arm off since he had such nice things to say about Kid’s amputated limb, but what you did was much more satisfying and cruel. 

You felt a metallic arm pulling you into Kid’s lap. “Yer so fuckin hot when ya get like this,” Kid growled in your ear lowly.

You grabbed his beer, having finished your own, and chugged the rest of it. “This bar sucks. Let’s go somewhere else.” You trailed a finger down his exposed chest. “I feel like fucking some shit up.”

Kid’s signature laugh rang out through the bar. “Then let’s fuck some shit up.” He grabbed your chin. “How could I say no to a bonnie lass like yerself?” 

You made a fake retching noise. “Quit with that flattery bullshit.” Kid didn’t have to do any of that. If he wanted to fuck, you were down. “I’ll fuck you later.”

Kid frowned as you took his hand and dragged him out of his seat. He meant what he said. Of course, he wanted to fuck, too. Beside the point, you let Killer say nice things about you, but you didn’t take Kid seriously and that bothered him. 

You and Kid started a fight with anyone that looked at you sideways. Kid held someone still for you to beat up and you did the same for him, laughing maniacally as you did so. Alternating between knocking someone’s lights out, getting sloshed at different bars, and making out in dark corners, the two of you ended up walking to the very edge of the island. There wasn’t much else but beach here. You had no idea what time it was and no idea how you were still standing. Kid supported your weight as you walked through the sand in an incredibly unsteady gait. There was a piece of driftwood that was just big enough for you two to sit on. You leaned heavily against Kid and he put the excess fabric of his coat around your shoulders. 

For how drunk you were, Kid was impressed with how you deftly undid his belts and snuck your hand into his pants. It was known by now that arousal came as a package deal with your aggression. His thick shaft hardened quickly under your hand, happy to oblige whatever needs you had. Kid let his head fall back, enjoying the feeling of your small hand struggling to jerk him off. He let out an impatient huff when your hand started to slow, before stopping altogether. His amber eyes flicked to where your hand was limp around his cock and your head rested in his lap. “What the fuck?” That bitch fell asleep. Kid groaned. It was feeling so good too. He swallowed thickly. You clearly wanted to give him a handy, so there wasn’t anything wrong with helping you finish the job, right? He stuck his own hand down his pants and enveloped yours with his grip, tightening your hold on his cock. The feeling of doing something just a little bit wrong and in public to boot, sent a thrill right to his balls. He finished himself quickly with your hand, his pulsing cock emptying into it with a grunt. Kid snickered to himself with the thought of you waking up with your hand dried shut.

Kid had already pissed you off, not because your hand had been glued shut with his cum, which was admittedly funny, but because he had to put his two cents into every single thing you looked at. You wanted a second weapon to dual wield. You loved your gunblade and it was versatile though it still had limits. Every weapon you picked up, Kid chided you for picking something so low quality. You were deeply regretting inviting him along. You picked up a curved sword to inspect the blade.

”Shit metal. Shit craftsmanship.” Kid’s arms were folded and he looked just as annoyed as you did.

You finally stood toe to toe with him, pressing your finger to his sternum. “If you think everything in this town is shit, why don’t you make me something useful. Impress me, magnet boy.” 

“Magnet man.” Kid unfolded his arms. “Fine. I will. And it’ll be so good it’ll blow yer tits off.” He went to flick your nipple but you slapped his hand away.

After perusing possibly every weapon this town had to offer, you moved on to your next task: clothes shopping. Kid had actually picked out some tasteful outfits. He did manage to sneak a few, more risqué items in, though they were cute so you did entertain the idea of buying them. You also found a little outfit that Kid agreed Heat would be enamored with. You found a few more things, including some more bold choices, since you wouldn’t fit in without at least one pair of stupid ugly pants. You threw everything into a pile and returned with your normal clothes on. When you went to pay, the man behind the counter said that your boyfriend had already paid.

It shouldn’t piss you off but it did. “I told you to stop doing that shit.” You jabbed Kid’s side and grabbed the bag from his hands. 

“Doing what?” 

You couldn’t even say it without getting embarrassed. “You know.” You held the bag up. “The compliments and … nice gestures.” You huffed. “It’s weird. We’re not…anything.” Kid was just your fuck buddy, nothing more. No feelings were involved, or that’s what you told yourself. 

Kid knew that was true, though he thought he might want to be something to you. “Didn’t say we were. I can’t do something nice?”

”You’re Eustass Kid. You’re not nice.” 

“Whatever. Ungrateful hag.”  “Thank you. Much better.” You smiled at him.  Kid grumbled and complained for the rest of your shopping trip, eventually dragging you to a street vendor to eat since he was getting progressively more hangry. This time you paid, insisting on it to make yourself even with him. You both got some kind of saucy meat on a stick and found a tree to sit under. Kid wolfed his down in about a minute while you took a few more to finish yours. 

“What?” You said sharply, noticing Kid snickering at you.

”Yer a messy eater, ain’t ya?”

You froze as he used his thumb to wipe sauce from your cheek, popping it in his mouth. You huffed, mostly to avoid blushing. 

Kid seemed like he had something on his mind. “About the other night…”

”I won’t mention it. Don’t worry.” You knew he had a reputation to keep up.  “I was going to thank ya.”

”Oh. It’s not a big deal.” You sighed. “Listen I know what I just said, but it is refreshing to see that you’re not always a giant dickhead.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment. “We both loved her. Victoria. It was a child’s crush, but it was real enough to both of us at the time.” He had heard Killer explain some of it to you that night. 

”I never had anything like that.” 

“Would ya like to?” 

It was only human to crave affection, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before. It would be easier not to have attachments holding you back. It may also make your life less depressing. There were pros and cons to each side. You never got far with the notion since there was no one you had been interested in on that level, or any level. 

Kid mistook your extended silence for offense. “In general. Ya know. Not … with me.” Unless she wants me like that. He let his voice trail off.

“That would complicate things.” You pulled your knees up and rested your head on them. 

“But it might be worth it.”

"Was it worth it to you?" 

Kid knew you were referring to their past with Victoria. "Aye." No matter how much it tore him up some days, he wouldn't trade it. As Killer said, you had to go through certain things to be who you were today, and Kid liked who he was and what he had in his life currently.

After dropping your bags at the ship, you walked with Kid towards the clearing that you and Mini found. A few minutes passed, filled only with the sound of chirping birds and leaves shifting against each other in the breeze. Your hands swung close enough to each other that you could feel the wind from Kid's hand. “I saw that ya missed me enough to connect our spaces again.” Kid teased. He couldn’t take the stretch of silence, not after the slightly down conversation from earlier, and he hadn’t yet gotten to mention that he noticed the change.

”Hypothetically, what if I were to say that I enjoy your company… occasionally.”

“I would say that of course ya do. Everyone enjoys me.” Kid had a smirk on his face, yet underneath, there was a big goofy grin threatening to break through ad your admission. 

“Mhm.”  “Hypothetically I enjoy starin at yer ass when yer workin,” Kid offered. 

”That’s not a hypothetical.”

The clearing was empty. It seemed as though no one else had found your spot. It felt odd to square up to Kid for a fight where you weren’t trying to kill each other for real. The agreed on rules were no use of devil fruit, but weapons were fair game. You could end the fight with one touch of your hand with your devil fruit, which is why you didn’t want to use it.

Standing across from Kid, you could appreciate his stature, broad shoulders, strong physique. He wasn’t cut like Killer was. There was a bit more meat to him, filling out his stomach in very pleasing way. You had to stop yourself from dwelling on it, or this was not going to be a fight at all. 

Kid came at you first. Normally you used your speed to dodge and land an attack in an opening. This time you blocked him. He did the same thing to your punch. It filled you with a sense of pride that you could match him in strength like this. The hits from his metal arm hurt worse. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but both of you had started by holding back, not completely willing to hurt the other. The competitiveness between you, however, quickly caused you to start putting your full weight behind everything. You could hear Kid growl as you narrowly avoided his fist, which instead splintered a tree trunk. You used the opportunity to land a kick in his side. He wheezed for a second before coming after you again. A big sweeping motion with his metal arm took you by surprise, knocking you to the ground. Using the momentum from rolling, you hopped back up in time to miss another attack from Kid. 

The taste of blood was in your mouth. It seemed he had split your lip. You licked the red liquid decorating your mouth, steeling yourself to get more serious. Pulling out your gunblade, you shot several times in seemingly random directions. It was habit not to shoot at Kid since his devil fruit could deflect bullets. Large branches from the surrounding trees fell around him in a way that made it difficult to dodge them all and forced him to remain in one space.

You followed right behind the branches, taking a running leap at Kid’s back. Before you could press your blade to his throat, he shed his feathered coat that you were holding on to, causing you to fall in an ungraceful way. You had to quickly roll to dodge Kid’s next attack. He had taken out his own gun and sent a bullet into the ground you had just occupied. 

Kicking out forcefully in Kid’s direction, you connected with his leg, destabilizing him enough that you could launch yourself from the ground to tackle him. He was quick to prevent you from getting him into a grappling hold. Kid grabbed your wrist and slammed it on the ground, forcing you to release your grip on your gunblade. In a flash he had both your wrists caught and your legs pinned under his own. Kid held his head back, knowing that your counter would be to headbutt him. 

The afternoon angle of the sun bounced orange rays from your fiery eyes, the light glistened off the thin sheen of sweat on your Y/S/C skin, and it lit your hair up like a flame, the way it was wildly strewn behind you only enchanted the effect. Kid was entranced by the heave of your chest as you caught your breath and the playfully aggressive gaze fixed on his own face. Red caught his attention, blood spilling slowly from the cut in your lip. Suddenly, he was transfixed by the crimson bead, lowering his mouth to meet yours, sucking the iron-tinged from your lower lip. A silvery thread of saliva connected you as he pulled away. He searched your face for any sign to stop and found only molten desire. 

There was a tangle of limbs, hands weaving through hair, sloppy wet kisses, and indecent sounds. Kid's weight pressed against you and his grip keeping you in place had placed impure thoughts in your mind even before he tasted the blood on your lips. That served only to add fuel to the fire burning deep within your core. Deep down you were mad about this weakness, the intense sexual chemistry you had with Kid. In this moment, you were in thrall to it, insatiably grabbing any part of him you could reach. 

A nervous clearing of the throat alerted you both to the presence of Pomp and Reck. Kid grabbed the gun he had knocked from your grasp and you pulled his from his bandolier, both sending a warning shot in their direction. 

"FUCK OFF!" You roared in unison, sending them racing off toward town.

"Can't. Get. Any. Fuckin. Privacy." He said between shoving his tongue down your throat. 

You could feel Kid's cock grinding into your thigh as he hastily ripped your pants down to your knees. You spread your thighs apart as far as the restricting fabric allowed to give Kid's hand access. His flesh fingers wasted no time finding their home in your dripping core, one after the other were inserted impatiently. The stretch as his fingers scissored your opening wider had you groaning into his mouth. Kid eagerly devoured the intoxicating noises slipping from your lips, each one causing his tip to drool. 

"Kid, I ngh-need it. Now." You panted out. 

"Yer not ready yet." 

"I don't care." You grabbed his dick through his pants. "Give it to me before I take it myself." 

Kid slipped a third finger inside, earning another sweet set of sounds from you. "Look at ya, rotten brat. Givin orders to me." He thrusted his fingers a few more times before removing them completely. 

You whined at the empty feeling. "Please." Your thighs rubbed together for friction. 

"Ya want this fat cock?" Kid freed said beast from the confines of his pants, stroking it slowly to give you a show.

You nodded vigorously, freeing your legs from your pants.

Kid pulled your soggy panties to the side, lining himself up with your slit and pushing his dripping mushroom head between your glistening folds. You wrapped your legs over his hips and pulled him inside yourself until you were completely full. Truthfully, Kid would have loved to drag this out and tease you a little more, but your wanton craving for him was really turning him on and there was no doubt someone else from the crew would come interrupt again soon. Kid's metal hand was big enough to wrap under you, holding your body in the palm while the thumb rested over your pussy. The cold metal against your clit was electrifying and you hissed through your teeth when Kid applied pressure. 

"Ya like that?" Kid moved his hand, effectively using you as a human fleshlight. "Yer gonna love this."

A cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat as Kid continued this movement, grinding his cock into your cervix, and added a low vibration with his devil fruit directly above your clit. With barely a warning, an orgasm crashed over you, making you shriek even louder. Kid narrowly held his own release back feeling the gush and pulsation of your climax. He continued to move you up and down his shaft, increasing the vibration in his thumb. The first orgasm was barely over before the second one overcame you. 

"Oh f-uck yes." You moaned. "Use m-me!" 

Kid's pace was erratic. The way your cunt gripped him with its gushy walls was enough to milk his balls dry. "That's right," Kid growled. "Yer my personal cock sleeve. Ya can't get enough of my cum can ya?"

"F-fill me up, C-Captain." You hand pressed down on the thumb of his metal hand, feebly attempting to grind your clit against the vibrations. 

Kid snickered, helping you out by increasing the pressure. Purple energy crackled around your collar as he tightened it around your neck. Your moans were raspier now, though just as needy. "That cunny of yers is suckin me in. She wants my cum so badly, aye?" 

You nodded your head, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, unable to swallow. Black tinged the corners of your vision. Your mouth formed a silent cry as Kid tightened your collar further, using you to get off. You twitched and trembled, a final orgasm taking you over. The tingling warmth enveloping you in a bath of endorphins. You were fully caught in your own pleasure, so much so that you missed Kid doubling over you, releasing a cry of his own as he emptied himself into you. He used your body to pump every last drop from himself. 

You gasped as he released his power, sucking fresh air into your lungs to quell your burning muscles. Kid removed himself from you and laid you down flat, pushing your legs back to admire his seed dripping from your hole. He wiped the drips with his fingers and pushed it back inside you, pulling your panties back over your cunt and giving it a pat. 

"Keep it all in, bunny, or I'll have to fill ya up again."

"Yeah? Not much of a threat is it?" You found your pants and dusted yourself off.

As soon as you had your pants on, Kid slung you over his shoulder and cracked your ass with his hand. "No talkin back."

About halfway back to town, Kid let you walk on your own two feet. "Can ya walk or are yer legs still jelly?" He kept his hands hovered above your shoulders in case you fell over.

You grabbed his coat for support. "I'm good." You thought he had picked you up to be an asshole. Was he trying to be helpful? You didn't complain this time. Your legs had been jelly. 

Kid took note of your hand moving from his coat to hold onto his arm. He let it stay. You only removed it when Heat stared at it too long, not even aware that you had still been holding onto Kid. There was an immediately coolness where his warmth had been, and the urge to keep holding him close surfaced. Kid had been thinking the same thing. He liked feeling your weight on him, feeling you rely on him. He wanted you to rely on him more and trust him with yourself.  

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Two hearts can fix everything 

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1,3k

Tag list: @paulsonix​​ @d14n4ol​​ @harknspet​ @strawberryshorttcakkee and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Summary: Wilhemina Venable. A strange name, but one that has never caused a stir in the redhead's life. However, when a new coffee shop opens near Kineros Robotics, her unusual name is what brings Wilhemina and Y/N together. Charmed by Y/N's sweet smile, Wilhemina doesn't have the courage to correct the barista when she spells her name wrong every time the redhead orders a coffee and, as time goes by, a feeling grows in Wilhemina's heart and she is tempted to almost add an I and an L to her register.

But one day, this little misunderstanding has to end.

A/N: Hello! i'm back with something new! 

fuck… I miss good fanfiction, so I got inspired and finally fell ok with writing again for this social network after all this time, and nothing better than writing about this pretty redhead who lives in our hearts... 

I have in mind five chapters to this fanfic (to be really specific), but if you all like this I can extend the fanfic to 7 or 8 chapters, just like I did with (a very unprofessional) game changer . 

As I said last time, English is not my first language so something might sound strange, but as always, I did my best.

Anyway this is basically a coffee shop au (mix w 5 times +1) were the cute barista keeps misspelling the other persons name but it's been too long now so the person don't even know how to tell them that without it being 100% awkward BUT happy ending included! And they are cute!! 

Enjoy!

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 1

The first time that it happened, Wilhemina was supposed to go home after a really long day of work, because she couldn't be more irritated on a Monday. Jeff and Mutt started the week smelling like cheap booze and both extremely tipsy, stumbling between the rooms of Kineros Robotics while laughing for no reason at all. Even though the redhead knows that their brains are absolutely useless for anything, she still finds herself getting irritated by their lack of professionalism. And this irritability gives her a headache right away.

The redhead took an antibiotic for the pain, even though her back wasn't bothering her, silently and uselessly wishing that the relaxing medicinal effect would be directed at the throbbing pain in the middle of her forehead. Her primary instinct is to simply get into her car and go home, but as she leaves the building where she works, a sign shines in the sunset across the street and consequently catches Wilhemina's attention.

The sign had been ready for a few days now, full of green plants and eye-catching flowers to the point that the redhead believed it was a flower shop. But now it is clear, thanks to the colorful and festive letters that basically scream “Gardenhouse Coffee”, that it is a coffee shop.

And the redhead simply knows that she will not like it there.

Wilhemina can see, just through the ornate glass of the colored windows, that this is not the kind of place she frequents. It is a mix of shades of green, yellow, purple, pink and blue that contaminate the redhead's vision. She knows that she cannot call it ugly, because even though it is confusing it does not seem ugly. It is just not for her. Definitely not for her.

But when the redhead's headache worsens, as a reminder of her current situation, Wilhemina imagines that, perhaps, there is no harm in visiting the place. After all, the cause of her headache could be the lack of coffee in her day. It made sense since she did not drink coffee in the morning and also did not stop her work for it at any time during the day.

And suddenly, getting rid of this pain quickly turns out so important to Venable that she crosses the street and enters the coffee shop right away.

The inside is not as bad as the facade. There are wooden tables with several plants in different colors, but with green and brown staying everything seems to make more sense. The place is busy, but everyone is already seated at their respective tables and engaged in parallel conversations, and knowing that she doesn't have to wait for anyone to place her order or stand under the gaze of strangers while waiting for a measly coffee makes Wilhemina calmer.

The coffee shop is not as small as Wilhemina imagined looking from the outside, and part of the redhead is surprised to discover that only one woman works there. She wears a light brown apron with some plants printed on it, as well as the name of the coffee shop and a name tag.

Y/N.

The name is written clearly, in a size acceptable to be seen from a distance and with beautiful handwriting. But what really catches Wilhemina's attention is her face. Y/N has bright eyes and a smile that seems to shine in the middle of the coffee shop, as if she were a being oblivious to all the evils of the world. And Wilhemina almost gets scared when her eyes shine with a kind of natural affection directly in her direction.

“Hello, welcome to Gardenhouse Coffee! How can I help you?”, her voice is also soft, full of joy and Wilhemina can’t decide if she likes it or not.

“Just the menu.”, the redhead didn’t mean to, but her voice came out less inviting than she anticipated.

“Here. Just let me know if you need anything, or if something on the menu is confusing.”

“I believe I can find myself on a sheet of paper. Thank you.”

Y/N doesn’t answer her, just nods and focuses her gaze on her own counter, as if looking for something to do besides looking at the redhead. When Venable focuses her gaze on the menu, she notices that the names are absurd. Full of lame puns, or ingredients that are not very inviting to her, and Wilhemina has absolutely no time for any of that, especially when her head starts to hurt again. So, she doesn't bother to look at the entire menu to turn her attention to the waitress in front of her.

"I'll just have a strong coffee, medium size. Black, no sugar or anything else.", as the words slip past her lips, Wilhemina slides the menu to the counter again, and as she does so she can see that Y/N notices that she is not available for any silly conversation in the middle of this sale, and the redhead feels grateful for that since her head continues to hurt more and more with each second.

"It's on its way! What's your name?", the waitress's smile is there again, but the question confuses Wilhemina.

Why does she want Wilhemina's name if she is the only one inn line there waiting for a coffee? And honestly, a simple, regular coffee doesn't take long to make so there's no chance that Y/N will forget what to do or to who it is directed before it is ready.

The redhead thinks about being unpleasant and asking questions in a loud and clear tone for everyone to hear, questioning the attendant's IQ until the incessant smile disappears from her face, but her head is about to throb without pause so Wilhemina just answers quickly before watching Y/N work.

"Venable. Wilhemina Venable."

Maybe it would be better for her back to just sit down, because the idea of ​​the pain in the center of her forehead being accompanied by a much more unpleasant one in the middle of her spine made her saliva taste bitter. But sitting carefully in chairs that seem too low, and then having to get up to leave with the same care, both to avoid hurting herself and to avoid attracting curious looks, is so exhausting that perhaps the first option is actually the best on a comparative scale.

It's official, she prefers to stand and only sit down when she is really comfortable and without pitying looks on her, in her car.

Trying to use the time she has in a profitable way, the redhead takes her wallet out of her bag and then her card, but as soon as she looks up, she sees Y/N writing something down in a cup filled with a dark liquid that Wilhemina could swear is hers.

It really was fast.

The cup is handed to her with a sweet smile, and Wilhemina almost feels obliged to mirror it, even if it was with a slight robotic lift of her lips, but then she sees it.

Wilhielmina.

At another time, Venable would have stared at the striking and beautiful line of the barista's handwriting on the glass, or even the two drawn hearts that accompanied it, but the error in her name screams so loudly in her ears that she can barely think of anything else while staring at the hot drink.

If the redhead were living an ordinary day, her first reaction would be to complain to the person in charge and ask the bright-eyed barista if she was illiterate. After all: an I and an L, really?

But her head hurt so much, her body was really tired and crying out for a shower, and her knees were now tired of supporting her weight.

Wilhemina really just wanted to go home. And so the redhead just grabbed the cup and gave the barista a polite nod before heading out of that rainbow-shaped nightmare, not caring if Y/N had said a word to her.

After all, Wilhemina wouldn't go back there.

The coffee must be bad, so she doesn't care if her name is spelled wrong.

She wouldn't go back there anyway.

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Iso x fem! Reader

Part 1

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7

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Warnings; mentions of NSFW and vulgar language . This will be copy pasted on every chapter.

Authors note: ... I know I just said I have no mental capacity to write. And that I had a writer's block. Well guess what- my God damn idea is really a goddamn writer's block. Enjoy 😭. ALSO I HAD TO BALL PARK AGE TIME LINE SO PLS GO WITH IT TY ILY

ps2- this fic is roughly 32k words total- i think i have a problem. I wrote this is 2 days. k bai-

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"Okay everyone; this is my niece (Y/n), she's going to be staying with us for some time." Brimstone announced a bit absently, his mind was on something else completely. He had some paperwork to finish up but he still wanted to take a small moment to introduce you to the agents. "She's not a radiant or an agent, so don't mess around her too much. She just needs inspiration." Brimstone said before heading off- of course his lack of details on your mysterious arrival was going to leave everyone puzzled-and also going to leave you to explain it all.

It's not like you really have the time anyways to tell him he could have been a bit more precise- he was already gone the moment you were going to open your mouth. Your gaze turned to look over the group of young adults in front of you-all agents looking very confused your way. The barrage of questions didn't take much time before happening.

"Wait Brimstone has a niece?" "Inspiration? For what?" "Why is your face mildly familiar-?" "How long are you going to stay?" All the questions were coming in faster than gunfire-making you a bit dizzy on the spot. You were trying to keep track of all the questions and trying to see which one would be best to answer first- and you didn't even get a second to introduce yourself before a blue and yellow haired girl, who looked way too hyper, yelled out.

"OH GOD WAIT I KNOW WHO SHE IS-!!!" The woman yelled out pretty loudly. The other agents effectively shut up with their questions but also flinched at the sheer volume of her voice. "Neon, jeez, tone it down a bit-" A white haired girl said, a small grimace on her face as she spoke. Neon, the bi colored hair woman, smiled sheepishly before sprinting towards you.

You jumped a bit; not expecting the speed at which she was coming. You were still pretty new to all the radiants - so seeing powers in action was still strange to you. "Your the author of the book series 'That night in Tokyo ', right??" She asked excitedly, just wanted to confirm for suspicions. "Yeah, that's me-" you said a bit sheepishly-definitely not expecting someone to even recognize you to begin with.

The women in the room all collectively had a moment of realization- a look of complicity seeming to take over. And of course; the guys just look confused. "Oh damn- Brimstone's niece is the one who wrote that?" Jett said with an impressed look-but also a slightly mischievous one.

"If I'm being honest with you-I don't think he ever read one of my books." You giggle out - you caught on to that look of complicity that was starting to form, knowing damn well what was going to go on. "I don't think he would have said it so casually that you were here for inspiration if he did-" A woman with a Spanish accent and half pink hair spoke up, a smirk on her face.

And she wasn't wrong; it was obvious that Brimstone had never opened one of your books or at least read one entirely- because if there's one thing to know about the stuff you write, is that no matter if it's a one shot book or a series; there will always be erotic scenes. You weren't ashamed of it- actually that's how you got your fan base. There was always something steamy going on; but not constantly throughout the story- you didn't want it to look like Fifty shades of Gray either.

It was just mixing your creativity for writing stories no matter if it was fantastical, romantic, a police like series or even a horror book- you would find a way. And anyone who read your books knew it was going to happen - at this point it was almost your trademark.

Of course, the men in the room just looked very confused- no one knew who you were. It was a funny scene; looks of confusion all over every guy's face- and looks of complicity on every woman's face.

"So ... Wait, you're here for inspiration?" Neon said- her face shifting slightly to a slightly smug look. "Yeah; I got a bit of a writer's block recently. I just figured that if I went in a new environments, I'd get a few ideas. My uncle Liam- er- Brimstone - said I could stay over for some time." You briefly explain, chuckling slightly.

"Oh boy- you know, now I am curious to know how this goes." The Latina spoke up once again, a smirk on her face. Pretty much every woman in the room nodded their heads, once again that look of complicity going around. That was until one of the guys decided to speak up- a man with caramel colored hair wearing a suit and glasses.

"Well, chérie, if it's inspiration you're looking for, look no further~" He said smugly, smirking as he spoke. There was a short silence in the room before pretty much every woman started laughing, you included. The man looked confused, wondering what had everyone laughing so much, maybe a missed joke he didn't catch on to? "What's so funny-?" He asked, trying to read the room and understand what's going on.

The white haired woman, still snickering, spoke up to answer. "Well- you're... You're probably not quite the type of inspiration she's looking for, quite frankly." She snickered out, grinning widely. "Well, unless she writes something corny- never know!" Neon said, laughing a bit harder. You giggled along, shaking your head. "Oh god no- I learned my lesson pretty fast not to write corny stuff. The Press didn't like it-" you said with a giggle, remembering what had happened last time you decided to write something a bit corny. Your fans definitely made their voices heard not to do that again-

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You got set up in your dorm pretty rapidly, it was a small cozy thing; and your uncle had been nice enough to get you a good desk setup so you'd be comfortable when writing. You had asked him for a double monitor setup and specifically an adjustable desk- plenty of little details you want too sure if he would be okay with, knowing that you were probably demanding a bit too much.

But you were pleasantly surprised to see that everything you asked for was done. You made sure to thank him properly, promising to take him out for dinner, all expenses paid by you as a thank you.

You quickly set up your laptop, already trying to get comfortable and ready to start typing- but once again the writers block persisted. You had no idea what even to start with, not even a brief idea for a story. You had an Excel spreadsheet open, that's usually how you kept track of your story, the timelines, any advancements on certain chapters, the amounts of words written already etc.

It felt odd to not have anything come to mind, you just needed an idea- you could go so far off of a small idea. But nothing.

You had already been introduced to pretty much everyone, a few exceptions considering that some agents were out on missions right now. But it was definitely nice to meet most of the women agents, knowing that most of them recognized you the moment someone mentioned one of your books. It also seemed to become a slight game in headquarters- where the title of some of your books gets mentioned but no one mentions what's it about. The guys just look very confused while the women understood it.

You decided to head to bed for the time being, hoping sleep would help you come up with an idea or two. You have been to bed and snuggled in the comfortable bed sheets- falling asleep surprisingly quickly the moment your head hit the pillow.

The next day you woke up at the crack of dawn- deciding to go and walk around headquarters and get a bit more familiar with the place. You were given a brief tour, but nothing too in depth. So, you took it upon yourself to explore bit, deciding to bring along one of your notebooks and a pen, just in case an idea came through.

So there you were, walking around in jogging pants, a sports bra, hair up in a clip and wearing glasses, walking around protocol with a hardcover pink strawberry printed notebook and a pen clipped onto your sports bra. You were walking down Halls at random, just looking around with curiosity.

That was until you reached the practice range. Curiosity got the better of you and you pushed open the doors, peeking inside the part of the building. At first you saw nothing- and decided to just walk in. You looked around the multiple training rooms, one being set up like a gym, a few others looking like target practice for shooting ranges- and a few that looked empty but had some fancy consoles in front of them.

You never been in a place like this, so you naturally looked around quite a bit, curiosity getting the better of you once Again. You we're in the far back of the training facility when someone else came in, not hearing the door open or close while you were looking at some scrapped robots.

What did however make you flinch was someone speaking up behind you- you hadn't heard them approach either, so it caught you by surprise. You let out a small yelp, turning around almost instantly as they were speaking. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Is what the man behind you said- a tall Asian man with jet black hair and lilac eyes spoke.

You took a short moment before speaking - not only needing a second to get over getting scared shitless all of a sudden, but also to get over his looks. He was definitely handsome - but you had to remind yourself you weren't here for sightseeing. "Oh- uh- sorry- we haven't been introduced yet- I'm (Y/n)" you spoke clumsily, looking for your words every few seconds.

Sure, you could blame it on the fact that I was early morning and you weren't too used to waking up this early- but that would be a bold-faced lie. The man looked at you curiously - but his face stayed neutral. "I see. I'm Iso." He replied pretty simply, his hands being shoved inside his hoodie pockets.

"So, are you like .... A new agent here?" He asked you as he tried to keep a conversation, and you were realizing since you haven't been introduced he doesn't quite know you yet. You felt a bit stupid for not being a little more precise on your introduction, letting out a small sheepish laugh.

"Oh! No- sorry, I'm still waking up so I'm a bit slow haha... But no I'm not an agent, I'm Liam- I mean- Brimstone's niece, I'm only here for a temporary stay." You briefly explained, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. "I'm a writer and I'm having a bit of a writer's block at the moment. I figured if I changed environments I might get an idea."

"No worries." Iso hummed out, nodding a bit as you spoke. "So an author looking for inspiration... In a base full of radiants that are constantly dealing with attacks and protecting this world's fate? That's... A choice." He said, slight amusement in his tone as he spoke, small smirk starting to form.

"Look, I already did quite a lot of different genres, I just needed something new. I really can't come up with an idea these past months, so... Doesn't hurt to try." You hummed out, smiling as you spoke, shrugging slightly. Iso nodded, once more letting out a small hum. Silence settled, and then he seemed to decide to move along with his day.

He simply sidestepped you, heading to one of the training rooms that looked empty but had that fancy console in the front. He tapped a few times on the console before walking in, taking a small gun out from its holster under his hoodie. It seemed to be a custom-made, it was purple, red and black, the purple parts almost looking like they were glowing.

You decided to walk over to the glass, wanting to see what goes on in there, once more curiosity getting the best of you. The was was that suddenly appeared, making you flinch at the loud noise. Then, robots of various sizes that also seem to have guns we're starting to rush through the maze of metal walls, Iso seeming to keep a rather unfazed look on his face.

He moved swiftly, avoiding most of the robots, holding his pistol at the ready. Whenever he got a clear shot he took it without hesitation- and you watched as one by one the robots dropped to the ground. He seemed to do some fancy thing with his hand before a purple shattered light left his hand and touched a few robots. He swung the corner, shooting rapidly and watching us these robots dropped with only a bullet.

You were in awe, you had never seen radiant powers in action before- you were leaning forward and looking for the bulletproof glass with a lot more interest now. What seemed like a habit for him was all new to you, and it had you captivated. You probably watched him train for 15 minutes, both impressed by his powers and impressed by his aim.

That was until a few more people entered the practice range building, most that you recognize. They thought it was a bit funny to see you so awestruck by simple radiant abilities - but not holding it against you considering you never were exposed to this type of world before. A few agents taunted you to come and watch them, and you couldn't resist. Seeing so much powers all at once was an experience - as all the things you saw in this training range were only things you thought happened in cinema.

It amused the agents, but they could also understand your reality that to you- a regular citizen- this type of thing wasn't a regular occurrence. Even the non radiant agents, just seeing what they could do and the technologies they had, once again that was only things you assumed would happen in cinema. You ended up spending the day in the practice range just observing everyone, looking like a child with stars in their eyes.

When most of the agents were pretty much done with their trainings, some would come by and tease you a bit once again- notably Harbor, the agent who seem to have control over water. He had decided to splash you slightly, sending a spritz of water on to you. You ended up tossing your notebook so it wouldn't get wet- and he kind of realized his error afterwards.

Jett was the first to swoop in as Harbor apologized- grabbing your notebook for you and giving him a smack behind the head while shooing him off. "What a dick- I swear he does that as a joke every damn time." Jet said, shaking her head as she raised her hand, creating a small gust of wind, nothing too strong- just strong enough to help you dry off of it. Even though you weren't too happy about getting wet-the situation just felt out of ordinary if not out of this world, so you weren't mad either.

"If I was an agent I probably would have been pissed- but everything about this is just so. .. wow." You said, looking once more in awe at the powers on display. Jett chuckled, smiling widely. "Understandable - you're pretty new to all of this. Trust me- what you see here is nothing. If you would see this shit we do on the field- it's so much cooler." She said a bit smugly. "Buuut... You can't really come on the field anyways. You'd probably be shot dead within seconds-" she giggled out softly, lowering her hand to cut off the gust of wind she was blowing your way.

You were practically almost dry already, taking back your notebook from her and tucking it back between your arm and hip. "Yeah, most likely. I never touched a firearm in my life-hell I don't even think I could defend myself even with a knife." You hummed out softly, smiling as you spoke.

"You never shot a gun?" Jett repeated, looking surprised. "You literally wrote scenes with so much precise descriptions on shooting a gun- ... Wait, were you never curious to even try?" She continued, her head tilting a bit to the side. "The joys of internet, you can find people giving the most accurate descriptions so that you don't have to figure it out yourself." You giggled out softly.

"Makes sense." Jett responded, a look of understanding on her face while she shrugged. "Well- do you want to try? You are in one of the best places to try it out if you do want to-" she said with a growing smirk. "I don't know if my uncle would be okay with that-" you started off; soon to be interrupted by the man in question.

Brimstone had just walked into the practice range himself, and the moment he overheard the word 'uncle', almost as if it was a spider sense, he was making his way over. "What would your uncle not be okay with?" He asked sternly as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking over you and Jett with a stern expression.

"Can (Y/n) try shooting a gun?" Jett asked, seeming completely unfazed by the stern look he had. Your eyes widened a bit- you didn't necessarily ask to try either, and you didn't want to get in trouble for being insinuated that you were. Before you could even argument back, Brimstone let out a small laugh. "Sure, but not with you, Jett. We all know you give little to no explanation on gun security when you're in charge."

You didn't expect him to say yes this easily- though Jett was pouting for being a bit called out. "I can make an effort-?" She tried once again, though her attempt was a bit sheepish. "Nope, last time you said that, Phoenix nearly shot himself in the head because you didn't tell him how to put the security on the gun." Brimstone said, shaking his head once again. You shuddered a bit at the thought-a bit shocked at how casual he was when talking about it.

"It was one time-... You okay there?" Jett cut herself off from her weak argument, seeing that you looked a bit pale. "... How are you guys so casual when talking about someone who nearly shot themselves-" you uttered out, baffled as you spoke. The two of them looked at each other, a short moment of realization once again hitting them- of course the type of conversation looked insane to you, once again you weren't from the same world that they were living in- your own reality just consisting of living normally.

"Oh, sweetheart - it's a normal occurrence here-" Brimstone started off a bit roughly. "But- don't worry too much. We have healers, and one of them can resurrect the dead. It's fine." Brimstone said casually, waving his hand around a bit. "Say fucking what now-" you instantly retorted back- once again looking absolutely baffled at the news.

It was at this moment that the two realized that you would need a lot of getting used to when staying here- Brimstone and Jett sharing a look for a short moment. "Anyways... Let's get back to the radiant powers later-" Jett said, trying to change the subject back to the previous one. "So- shooting guns? Whatcha say, (Y/n)?" Jett asked again, making finger guns your way as she tried to get your mind off the radiant powers for a moment.

"Uh... Sure- yeah.." you replied in a slightly baffled voice, only halfway paying attention to what she said. Brimstone chuckled, then quickly checked around to see who was still around the practice range, seeing if somebody who he trusted was going to be capable enough to explain how a gun worked was still around.

He spotted Iso, who was still in the simulation room doing his training. Even though he was a bit unimpressed by the fact that Iso had been training relentlessly all day once more- he was some with glad that he was still here. Brimstone made his way to the simulation room, pressing the button to stop it. Of course, Iso instantly looked up confused, wondering who cut off his training and why.

Iso made his way out of the room, opening the door slightly, peeking his head out. He was pretty sweaty from the relentless training- but that was just the type of thing he did quite often. "Is there something wrong?" Iso asked Brimstone, catching his breath as he spoke. "Other than you still not learning to take a damn break- no. Just wanted to know if you'd show (Y/n) how to shoot a gun."

Iso paused for a short moment, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his sleeve. "Yeah, I can show her. But I thought she wasn't an agent?" He said- putting away his Sheriff into the gun holster around his waist. "She isn't, she just never shot a gun in her life. Its more out of curiosity than actual training. I just don't trust Jett to show her- and I'd rather not have my niece traumatized on day one." Brimstone Snickered out, a grin forming on his face.

"Makes sense." Iso hummed, finally walking out of the simulation room. He grabbed onto the water bottle he left just outside the door, taking a few large sips. "Great, thanks. Just- do us all a favor and don't talk about radiant powers yet. She's still trying to understand that Sage can resurrect people, and she's just looking at Jett like she's crazy." Brimstone said with a snicker once again, but this time he walked off to his own training room.

Iso nodded, looking up at confused but not questioning further. He took another short moment to catch his breath before making his way towards you and Jett. Jett was talking pretty animatedly beside you while you still look a bit pale, but nodded along to what she was saying. Iso cleared his throat, catching both of your attentions.

"Ah damn it, of course you're the favorite child. Fine - I see how it is- the pretty boy gets the rights to teaching." Jett mocked him lightly, all in good fun of course. Iso rolled his eyes at her, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "I was the only one still available, mind you." He said, his tone casual. Jett snickered out Softly, then gave you a pat on the shoulder to encourage you.

"You'll be in good hands- Iso is one of our best shots on the team! But to be fair he was an ex assassin - so he had to be a good shot whether he liked it or not-" Jett casually dropped once again, as if this was just regular common knowledge to have. You choked on air- "fucking what-" you mumbled out through your coughing, Jett once again realizing that maybe she spoke a bit too fast.

Iso facepalmed, giving Jett a half glare before waving her off, wanting her out of his hair before she started saying more stuff that would catch you off guard. You looked back up at him, this time with a slight unease. It wasn't personal- but considering you were still new to everything, to their reality where this type of thing was just normal- it made you just slightly uncomfortable.

And Iso took notice pretty fast. "I-... Look, it was an old job-" he started off up at awkwardly, but then realizing trying to explain it was pretty futile. He let out a sigh- she would just have to wait for you to get used to this a bit more, whether he likes it or not. "Just... Just follow me." He mumbled out, starting to walk towards one of the target practice ranges.

You reluctantly followed- stunned into silence. You were realizing just how much seem to be going on in their reality- just how different your lives were. You were definitely going to need a minute after all of this to collect your thoughts- but for now you just followed along. He stopped at a certain range that seemed free- opening a heavy metal cupboard that was at the entrance.

There was multiple different types of guns hanging inside the cupboard, ranging from pistols all the way to heavy snipers and machine guns. You've never seen this many guns all at once, even less had the choice to even touch one. You didn't know if he was trying to offer you quietly a choice or if he was going to pick one for you.

Iso took the hint- deciding to just start off with a pistol. He figured it would be best just to give you something small to begin with. He handed you a ghost, one of the smaller pistols that was easier to control and didn't have any knockback. "Here, we'll start small." He said, handing you the gun. He showed you the proper way to hold it and to make sure the security was on- then invited you to go inside the practice range. He walked in behind you, shutting the bulletproof door.

"Alright, since this is your first time shooting, I'm just going to show you how to properly hold and aim the gun." He briefly explained, walking up beside you. He was nearly in front of you, just correcting your posture quietly, readjusting your grip on the gun and how your arms were up, using one of his feet to gently kick yours to spread your legs up a bit more. Then he finished off by adjusting your shoulders a bit- taking a step back to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"... Looks good to me. Take the security off when you're ready and fire away." He said, stepping back to be behind you this time. You nodded, pressing on the side button that deactivated the security on the gun. When you heard the click-you know the moment you pulled the trigger a bullet would actually fly through. You had a sudden Rush of an adrenaline, not sure if you should actually pull the trigger or not.

Your hands were a bit sweaty and you tried not to get shaky- then let some excitement through and pull the trigger. Since the ghost had a silencer on it, it didn't resonate as loudly as you expected- but you still flinched. The gun still had a small knockback in your hands that you didn't quite expect, taking a moment to get over the small adrenaline rush. You fumbled a bit, since your hands were a bit sweaty the gun had slipped when you flinched, and you were trying to hold it back up properly.

Iso came up to you once again, this time staying behind you since the security was off. He simply wrapped his arms around you to fix your posture once again- making you tense up slightly. He didn't say a word as he did so, only taking a step back once you were back in the correct position. "There you go." He hummed out, going back to lean against the wall behind him.

You took a few more shots with the gun, the first few just aiming wherever as you got used to the weapon, then you actually tried aiming at the targets- but of course not being that good at it. You ended up emptying a whole mag, only realizing once you pulled the trigger again and there was just a simple click. You lowered the gun, still feeling some adrenaline from it, you instinctively put the security back on even if the mags are empty.

"Good reflex." Iso noted, his head nodding towards the gun. He didn't even need to tell you to keep the gun pointed to the ground if you weren't aiming it or to put the security back on once you were done- a smile on his face as he was proud you just did it without asking. "Thanks- I mean I read a lot about shooting again before- so I already had a brief idea of gun security-" you rambled on a bit, forcing yourself to bite your tongue at some point to not look like an idiot.

"... That's definitely an interesting thing to read about-" Iso said amusedly as he took the gun back, a small smile still on his face. You realize that just dropping that information casually probably sounded a bit weird- immediately trying to backtrack. "I wrote scenes where there was usage of guns- I just wanted to write something exact without looking like an idiot-" you muttered out - once again biting your tongue. But this time not because you didn't want to ramble on about gun security-more like you didn't want to ramble on about the other stuff you wrote.

Because you may or may not have taken extra time to read about gun security for... Other reasons than shooting. But you were definitely not going to rat yourself out like that. Iso didn't seem to question it further, just looking amused. He brought the ghost back to the cupboard, looking like he was taking a moment to ponder before pulling out a different gun. This time it was a bit bigger-walking back in the room with it.

"This is a specter, its an SMG with low penetration, it also has a silencer and-" He started to say, then taking a short moment to pause. He realized that getting too technical with guns would probably serve no purpose, considering you weren't actually training. He instead decided to be more vague. "It's an automatic gun, it shoots fast. It does not that much knockback, but you're still going to want to hold it tightly against your shoulder."

You nodded, and he once again place the gun properly in your hands. He took the time to correct how you held it to make sure that you wouldn't have any issues- pressing it comfortably on your shoulder and once again just kicking your feet slightly to be positioned correctly. "... There. Now remember, hold the gun firmly on your shoulder. If it's not firm enough, the knock back is just going to hurt." He said, once again stepping back to lean on the wall behind you.

You were nervous once again, not that you had a bit of a bigger gun in your hands, you weren't too sure how to feel about it. But once again curiosity got the better of you, taking off the security and deciding to pull the trigger. You weren't expecting much- and the gun immediately went upward with the few bullets you shot. "Woah-" you let out surprised, taking your finger off the trigger instantly to reposition.

"Automatic guns do tend to do that, just try to expect it- and shoot a few bullets at a time, not all at once." He instructed behind you-arms crossed in front of his chest as he patiently explained it to you. You were thankful that he was being so patient-taking one step at a time. You nod and try again, trying to take his advice. It was easier said than done- you had no experience controlling this type of gun, and no matter how hard you try, you ended up emptying the mag while shooting generally above the targets the whole time.

Once more, you put the security on the gun while pointing it out the floor when you were done, handing it back. "Yikes- gun shooting definitely isn't for me. I'll stick to typing-" you said a bit sheepishly, hands still sweaty from the adrenaline of getting to shoot a weapon. Iso chuckled out softly, taking back the gun as he led you out of the target room.

He went to put it back away, securing it in the cupboard before shutting it, putting the lock back on. "Understandable. Don't worry about it too much, you're just trying it out anyways." Iso chuckled out softly, turning back to look at you. You were picking up your notebook, tucking it back in its spot between your hip and arm.

"When did you start using firearms?" You ended up asking curiously, looking back up at him. He paused for a brief moment, looking like he was thinking about it. "Hmm... Like since I was... 16?" He said, not sounding fully sure with his answer, looking like he was trying to recall exactly.

You try not to choke once again- surprised to know that he was handling firearms before being an adult. "Oh-... And how old are you now-?" You asked again, trying to give yourself a brief idea of his experience. "I'm 24." He replied, this time confidently. You we're trying to give yourself a brief idea of his life- considering the tidbit of information that was given to you earlier.

You got a bit lost in thought, and Iso quietly observed you for a few moments. He could see the gears turning in your head, at first just letting you trying to figure it out on your own, then deciding to speak up. "You can just ask, you know. I don't have much to hide." He said, a small smirk on his face as he spoke nonchalantly.

You flinched slightly in Surprise, your free arm going up to your neck to rub it sheepishly. "Oh- uh- ... Well then- ... How long were you a... Well- hitman?" You asked awkwardly, once more trying to not sound too weird when talking about it. This was all still new to you and you were trying to wrap your head around it without sounding disrespectful in any way.

" About 5 years. Started at 17, finished at 23." He said, nodding along as he spoke. You gave a slow nod, almost as if realization of his reality was slowly sinking in. 5 years where his job was to ruthlessly kill people? And yet he looked so nice- it just didn't want to register in your head. You once again quieted down- this time not staring his way to not look like you were oogling over him uncomfortably.

Iso once more broke the silence. "You know that pretty much everyone here has killed for a living before- or has to kill for a living now? Like the whole point of valorant protocol is to constantly fight-which inevitably means killing people." He said, cocking an eyebrow as he spoke in amusement, watching as you had a moment of realization.

You gave another slow nod, observing the information as you could. "Yeah... I'm realizing that now." You mumbled out with another slow nod. He chuckled out softly, amused to see you in this state. "Well, if you're going to be staying for a while, may as well get used to it." He said, smirking as he spoke.

"Well... On the bright side- can't have a better place to ask about realistic ways to write certain deaths-" You said, trying to lighten your mood by joking around a bit- letting out a small laugh as you spoke. Iso chuckled along, nodding with his smirk. "True. If you need ideas, you can ask. Or ask anyone- you'd be surprised the amount of people who've been assassins here." He said nonchalantly, shrugging. You simply nodded, trying to brush off the fact that there was more than just one Hitman in the group.

"What do you usually write about anyways? Would it be like police novels?" Iso asked, taking a small guess on what you could be writing-considering you talked about ways to kill people and gun security, he assumed you wrote police novels. Or at least, something in the lines of that considering it was what made more sense.

You didn't want to rat yourself out of course- and since you did technically write police novels (of course with your well know erotic twist in the novels), you just nodded. "Yeah, I wrote some police novels... I do a couple of different genres." You said, staying vague. Thankfully you didn't need to find a lame excuse to escape this conversation- your stomach loudly growled just after you spoke, reminding you you haven't eaten anything today.

"fuck- I'm sorry, I think I'll just head out to eat. I just realized I've been here all day- it's just now hitting me." You said, one of your hands instinctively going to your stomach as you could already feel a small cramp starting to form. Iso nodded in understanding, giving you a small wave. "No worries, go eat." He simply said, watching as you bid goodbye and left.

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Back in your dorm, you ate something small and light, not much in the mood to have a heavy meal considering you didn't have anything else to eat all day. You ate a chicken salad, sitting on your bed with your open notebook, taking small notes. You didn't have an exact idea yet, but still, you thought it was interesting the things you heard about today, and you were noting it all down in hopes that maybe it could be used in your new book.

You continue taking notes until pretty late at night, just letting your mind go Haywire on the paper as you wrote-both taking note of all the things that Iso had said, keeping things in a reference from when you shot the guns, even noting some of the powers that you've got to witness by just observing the agents train today. All of it- you just took notes and hoped that at some point you'd have an idea.

When you looked up again you saw that it was 2 in the morning, forcing yourself to shut the notebook before taking a quick shower- getting through with your night time routine and then heading to bed. You ended up falling asleep around 3 am after all of that; meaning you were knocked out until pretty late in the morning the next day.

[marshellethepie]

Tag Game: People I'd Like to Get to Know Better!

I've been tagged by @choccybiccy (hi !! and thank you💕). Honestly, I have no idea how people do this on tumblr, and i made a new post so i don't flood other people with notifications abhkjsdk

Last Song: Bye Bye Bye - *NSYNC , my earbuds ran out of battery on the "Baby, bye, bye, bye" line LMAOOO HELP

Favorite Color: Blue, Pink and Yellow !! Always been my favourites through years, I couldn't decide. Awesome combo 🩵🩷💛

Last Book: "The Stormlight Archive, The Way of Kings" by Brandon Sanderson, but only the 3 first chapters for now !! I started the books 'cause my bf is a huge fan.

Last movie: Nimona (rewatch)

Last TV Show: Currently watching The Amazing World of Gumball !!

Sweet/savory/spicy: Omg, I'm kinda into each of them... But because I adore pastries, I'll say sweet. (I mean I'm French, it was obvious atp)

Relationship status: Been with my boyfriend for 3 years now 🥹 aannnd we surely planned to live a long and happy old couple life, hihi

Last thing I googled: "How to move an object on Blender?" Because we're doing medieval architecture right now, and it's been over 14 weeks since I last touched this software 💀💀 I'm so cooked......

Looking forward to: Become an anatomy master, but also better at drawing in general. I'm so happy to go to school for the first time in my life, I've always been self-taught and it helps me discover all the academic fundamentals I missed (but also 3D, which I had never done before.) I hope to pass my 1st year at uni and I can't wait to be the concept artist I've always dreamed of‼️ Apart from drawing, I hope to continue to develop my blog here. It's been a long time since I felt like I belonged on a social platform, I missed building a community around art and my passions. Leaving Twitter was my best decision (thanks again for all the people who send me lovely comments😭 what the heck)

Current obsession: Sonic fandom/Stobotnik. I wonder how long this will last, haven't been obsessed with something this way since what feels like foreve OH MY- They make so happy, it drives me INSAAANE I feel robbed that I didn't grow up with these games, this is all new to me ?? tagging: AND NOW, i just don't know who should i ??? Suppose it's people you don't know, like not your friends ?? But I am very shy and do not want to bother 😭😭AAHHH- Honestly, feel free to not participate, I just love your art so freakin MUCH and you were nice to me when interacting..... @cheap-slaw @duckngk

also @shirimeoww bby , just so you can introduce yourself here uehehe did i write too mucH...

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 19

Cw: Chester Campbell is his own warning, mentions of sex and male masturbation

@justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings

Eva is not happy to find changes.

Clemens had been made to retire and in his place was the blue-haired daughter of Caesar Flickerman.

The mentor had met her before, seen her with bubblegum pink hair as a ten-year-old who was dying to meet her, as the piss yellow haired young woman emulating her father backstage in the 72 before going off to something called University.

Now 24-year-old Julia Pontia ‘Jewel’ Flickerman was at her doorstep with a new stylist ---Eva has had three or four of these after firing Tigris--- and a camara crew. The crew she knows, Cressida, Castor, Pollux and Messala. They had gotten assigned to her by the rebels to keep communication with the those in charge.

“I was so excited when daddy told me he’d found me a job! I couldn’t believe I’d be working with you!” she squeals clasping her lily-white hands-on Eva’s shoulders and even jumped in excitement.

Clemens wasn’t even old. He was only six years older than Eva, there was no way the retirement age of escorts was thirty-seven.

But Snow must’ve suspected something was up when a meat shipment to 12 was suspiciously heavier than it should’ve been. Luckily Jack hadn’t been escorting it there or he would’ve gotten caught.

Snow knows not to trust her; he knows someone on her team is part of the rebellion and only guessed half-right by removing Clemens. Only Clem hasn’t been the middleman in ages and his friendship with Livia goes as far back as their childhood.

“We shared the cabin with an Inspector Peacekeeper, such a bore with his ‘we provide order and civilization to the districts’ spiel.” The girl’s incessant chatter suddenly produces something useful. Thank goodness she was as loquacious as her parents; else Eva wouldn’t make good use of her.

Too well-known to fire, too ignorant to be a threat and Eva’s not in the habit of killing people despite her penchant for deadly tricks.

“Oh, really, I’ve never heard of such a division.” Eva doesn’t hide her interest; this was unheard of here. Jack said 2 and 1 one had them, snooping around keeping them in line and appearing all united for the Capitol.

He knew several, from his time as a shit-stirring teen and now as a gang leader. Eva heard of one in the Capitol on Luca’s payroll, but never met one in person.

“Inspector Campbell said they only assign them to districts for matters of utmost importance. I think it’s some rebel activity because of the Games.” Julia supplied readily wanting to be friends with her like some are with the mentors.

Eva should exploit that, for their advantage, but she knows there is a trap here somewhere. Snow wouldn’t have sent this girl here.

She’s gonna have to find time and a way to communicate safely in her presence. She may have to keep Jack away until they know what to do with her. Laurie loves talking about his dad, as far as the Capitol knows he only met him last year, but one wrong word from a babbling five-year-old could get them all killed.

Fuck.

They only have to keep Jewl away from the baby until they leave.

There is still another hour before the Reaping takes place in 10, all Reapings take place at noon. However geography makes it an hour after 12, 11, 8, 3 and 6. 10 and 9 have it at the same time, 2 and 1 has it an hour after theirs and share their zone with the Capitol, 4, 5 and 7 have it two entire hours after hers being the last ones.

She knows the Inspector won’t wait until the games are over to corner her, so when the old man finds her as Cressida readies her team.

“Miss. Smith.” The man does not wear a Peacekeeper’s uniform like the others, no he wears a tailored suit and a hat with that sinister and refined air that only a Capitol turd possess.

“Inspector, how are you finding 10?” Eva keeps things civil no matter that thing about him that makes her skin crawl. Cressida said he had a fearsome reputation and Pollux refused to remove his helmet out of fear. The best Rebel Catcher in Panem, Castor has supplied.

“In need of regulation and tighter security, I am sure you know why I am here, ma’am.” He speaks to her as if she’ll shake in her boots and spill it all, but he’s shit out of luck.

“Ah yes, the vanishing meat. Things have been so boring lately it’s the talk of every town. Even the villages in the south have heard about it and they live in the jungle.” Eva doesn’t mean to turn up the charm and flirt as if he were another client she had to schmooze, but alas its second nature to her. “If there is something I can help with, Inspector, please let me know.”

Better he thinks her a slut than a rebel.

Snow knows damn well what he’s doing, Jack’s going to have a difficult time coming to visit until they get rid of this pig. There was going to be something waiting for her at the Capitol, a punishment just for her.

“Places, everybody!” Jewel claps excitedly as the children selected for this year’s reaping are herded into place and beams at Matty who offers his arm to the blue haired girl like a gentleman. “Oh, lucky me, poor old Effie has told me horror stories about that Victor of hers.”

“I believe the matter will be settled before the Games end, ma’am. If it persists, be sure to expect me at your homes when you return.” The inspector tipped his hat and yet her peace of mind doesn’t return.

The farm has too much of Jack to deny his presence. Clothes, toiletries, a toolbox he brought from 2, candy and even pictures of them together that his sister developed in the privacy of her apartment.

They will have to up their game, if this man is a terrible as the crew says he is they are in deep shit. But at least 13 have gained needed substance and ensured their safety for when the time comes.

Despite Jewel accidentally dropping Hela’s name slip and mispronouncing Danilo’s name, the fact that they all leave in a train instead of the back of a peacekeeper’s truck makes the damn thing a success.

Cato is too much like he was.

Brash and arrogant, skilled and truly believing in all that glory bullshit. Jack had trained him, just like the kid before him. Both were the best in their class, but he lacks what the girl from 12 and even Jack did when he first one his games: a real need to survive.

Jack had not wanted to go to prison for driving a stolen car into a shop and vandalizing said shop. He had heard it was the easiest way to get into the games, but he hadn’t been told that it was because it was your only option if you had prior felonies and several other crimes to charge you with.

They didn’t expect him to win, they just wanted to keep crime down.

He was the spare, Laurie was always meant to be the Star of the Show.

Cato was the Laurie of his generation. His genes manipulated like his twin’s had been to produce the perfect victor too.

The kid was going to die. Just as Clove would too.

Jack pities the boy who thinks the papers they fill out for their burials are a useless formality. He doesn’t know he will die just like his twin did.

“Can we talk?” Eva approaches him when they are dropping off the paperwork for the tributes and he follows her to the supply closet they know is not recorded, and they will do their best to pretend they only fucked in there.

Better they believe they are two horny friends fucking each other’s brains out than conspiring against the government.

He hasn’t been able to visit as often as he had hoped, his pass had been marked as offline last time he tried. Then there was the investigation because of the missing crate his and Shelby’s men had gotten to 13.

Last time he saw his wife, he’d been promised she’d keep Paquito in his cage after the little fucker pulled on his earring with unmistakable glee. If he’d known the green bird was going to be a problem, he wouldn’t have suggested they get Laurie the bird he saw in the flea market.

That had been in June. Six weeks since he’s seen her, felt her and fucked her.

Six weeks ago, they began talking about a human addition to the family. He wants her off the roster and she claims her cards say their next one will be a girl.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and Laurie.” Jack took her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily.

 Six weeks relying on his hand and that video in his helmet of them playing cop and rebel in her kitchen had him losing his mind right now.

“They sent an inspector.” Eva says in between kisses as she gives into the need for him. They’ve been too used to being together every two or sometimes three weekends at the farm, once a week when his badge worked.

“I’ll buy him off, what’s the pig’s name?” He knows most of the cops in poorer districts are easy to buy off, this one would fold like the rest.

His girl isn’t even helping him unbuckle his belt. The sooner he knows which crooked piece of shit is keeping him from his wife the sooner the victor can assure his wife it’s not as serious as they think.

They only have this game to make baby Isabel Nelson.

“Chester Campbell. Cressida says he is bad news. The one who tortured Pollux.” Those words have the same effect as a barrel of ice water.

Jack had never told Eva about him.

The man had been after Jack since the Victor had been a gang’s foot soldier for kicks. Campbell had collected every little thing on him and then goaded him into volunteering on the 60th reaping or going to prison for racketeering.

He was known for something else. Something his own mother thinks he doesn’t know.

The plea deal didn’t come free and the bruises on her neck didn’t come from a mugger.

There was no mistake in this: Snow was onto them.

[gripperzoodle69]

heres a story me and my friend @lemongrabberc wrote like a year ago. it is called little milk

Chapter one: Chongus Longus gets a crush

Hi, my name is Chongus Longus but people call me Mann and I’ve never been in love. I’m the bad boy and the most popular guy at school. I’ve never liked a girl before. They’re so dumb and boring. I feel like I should have liked someone by now, but I haven’t. 

“Okay class, today we have a new student, leachy bleachy cuchi. Everyone say hi.“ My teacher said. 

When I saw her my heart stopped and I was flabbergasted. Who was that? She looked so buttfull literally her ass was 20 inches wide and almost knocked the teacher over. Her hair was non-existent and her blue, green, amber orbs were non-existent too. She was 7 feet tall and so HOT🔥🔥🔥. IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. I had to talk to her.

After class had ended I went to talk to her and her ass knocked me over.

“I’m so sorry🦶🥺🥺” she said she had the most beautiful voice, it sounded like a walrus choking on a foot.

“Uhm hi, my name is Chongus longus but you can c-c-c-c-c-c-call me Mann like CHONGUS LONGUS MANNEN.” I screamed

“You already know my name but you can call me Kitty.” 

“Uhmmmm I need your number, baby grill” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Of course!!!!!!!!!! It’s 900-6969-666”

I ran away because her beautiful stench was going to make me pass out. 

Chapter 2: Chongus Longus has a gf???

After meeting Leach I couldn’t get her 20 inch ass out my mind and came every 1.23842 seconds. I got kicked out of almost every class except for biology. Our biology teacher was on a watchlist and is also a suspected child predator. I knew what I had to do. I had to ask her out.

“Hey Leach uhmmm I was wondering if you wanted um maybe kind of go out to like eat or something and like maybe kinda date me”

“Ok”

As she left for class I kept staring at her butt. AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGAAAaa. 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

I hurry to the bathroom to touch ma pp, but  I forgot to lock the door. I didn’t notice until I was about to finish and it opened. IT WAS KITTY😨😨😨

Chapter 3: Kitty sees something(kitty’s pov)

I needed to go to the bathroom because my orange, green, blue, pink, red, gold, black, white, yellow, flamingo, beige orbs are like orbeez so i need to moisturize them with water because otherwise they are too small and I can’t see with them. As I opened the door, I washed my eyes and I didn’t notice that someone else was there until I felt something sticky between my ribs. I stopped in my tracks and looked to my right, it was Mann? He looked shocked and I realized why when I looked down and saw him holding his 72.696969696969669696969696969 inch PEE PEE!!. 

Chapter 4: 

I was shocked at first but then I was not, so I jumped on to it, even if it was just 12 inches shorter than me. He made a noise since he had just finished earlier and was sensitive. 

His huge cock reached almost all the way up my throat! I started bouncing on it up and down. We were both moaning so loud we were sure someone would hear us. Mann started removing my shirt and as he fumbled with my bra he accidently broke it!

I was shocked for a moment but felt weirdly turned on by this. His strong arms breaking my 96Z bra and twirling my nipples made me so wet I was dripping. 

“I-I’m g-gonna c-c-cum!” We moaned in sync. It was as if Mann’s huge cock being inside my body made us one.

As I released my bodily juices onto his cock I could see my legs snapping from how much I was shaking and they were hitting the wall! I couldn’t feel the pain because of how much pleasure I was in. Then I felt something traveling up my throat at 48.938172 mph and Mann’s cum started pouring out of my mouth. I was like a human cum fountain. 

Just as I was about to get off of Mann’s cock he held me down.

“S-stay on my c-cock please baby. It feels so good I don’t want to stop” Chongus Longus pleaded and I agreed because I loved the way his cock hit perfectly in all my intestines. As we left the bathroom Mann was carrying me like I was an airplane flying in the sky. We hadn’t even gotten dressed but headed to biology class.

Chapter 5: oh noo!!! Mann is pov

I was feeling giddy after the previous events of the book that will never be brought up verbally again. I was so happy and smiling and nothing could bring me down until I heard something………IT WAS A LOCKER!!!! I'M SO SCARED HELPPPP!!! I knew that there was a bully…..the bully was a wheely………he was the most meanest and scawiest in the whoooolle school. I was going to ignore it until i heard a familiar voice.. he was also my 22nd emergency contact in my apple watch and my 14th best friend.  He was also 45 years old.

“Eeekkk!! Stop hitting me please!!!”  The voice sounded just like a walrus choking on a foot……IT WAS KITTY OH NOO!! I decide to intervene

“Whots aw this then” I use my most scariest voice so that wheely wouldn't hear that i was litewally shaking in fear….. i didn't want to do this……wheely was my friend…

“Hi Mann I just saw this pick me loser swing swing swingaling bald bill collector looking ahh girl!! You should also bully her because youre so cool and cool and my friend.” Wheely said. 

I felt strange…. The anger was consuming me….society has turned me into a monster…..

I fell to the ground, I was in pain. I felt the monster coming inside me… mu secret was about to be revealed to the whole school! And right in front of my bitch!!!

I ripped my shirt and howled. And stood up, and screamed.

“SHE’S MINEEEE YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER IT'S NOT HER TIMEE”

I saw Wheely scared, but nothing could stop me. My abusive alpha werewolf side had come out….. I body slammed him into the pavement, whirling candy style. I then threw him down the stairs with my epic alpha power and because he's a Wheely he can't use stairs so yeah.

Chapter 6: the anger is uncontrollable..

I stared for a second and then i felt the bone crushing pain again of transforming back to my human form…. After the pain had subsided, I turned to look at Kitty. I had to protect her….. we had to leave…we had to leave….. I turned around to grab her small frail 2cm arm with my big strong man hands and she looked…..scared? I grabbed her arm anyway and started to drag her away.

“Mann!!” She said. I pretended not to hear her.

“Mann you’re hurting me🥺🥺” she said again. This time i stopped.

“I hurt you? I hurt you….” I let go of her arm. I hurt her. I bring my arm up and start to hit myself.

“Mann stop!! This isn't you!!” She calms me down by putting her skinny bone hand on my arm.

to be continued yay

btw @lemongrabberc was the one who wrote tha innaproprate part

[kahlanmars]

PAPER RINGS part. 3

Hello friends! This is the 3rd chapter. What can I say? I'm sorry? I'm sorry!

MASTERLIST

3. This is my place, I make the rules

When you arrive at District Twelve everything looks different. In a month the citizens really made progress and rebuilt almost everything, and now Twelve is a reminder of what it has been, and at the same time it’s new. 

Haymitch is waiting for you at the station, with a box on his hands and a smirk on his face. You want to kick the expression off of his face, preferably with a kiss.

You give to him your bags - you dyed them pink, and now they are flashy and sparkly - and you jump into his arms, hooking your legs to his waist. 

«I’m all yours for a whole week.» You whisper against his lips. His smirk becomes a genuine smile. 

«Sure you don’t want to make it a month?» He proposes and he smacks your ass. 

«Mhh, so not sure. It’s good to be here.»

It is good. You missed the place, and you missed your home. When you arrive and you open the bedroom’s door something sneaks out in the blink of an eye, though. You yell, because it’s little and black, but not so little.

«Haymitch what was that? A spider?»

«Babe, if that was a spider we would have a problem.» He mocks you and he returns with a baby kitten in his arms. It’s so little, a baby pet, that it’s odd in Haymitch’s arms, a man so tough and strong. You want to kiss him even more.

«And who are you?» You gasp. It’s adorable. It’s utterly adorable and it’s a mini puppy, you’ve always wanted a puppy. «It’s beautiful, so beautiful!»

«Listen, Katniss found it. She was hunting.» The cat watches you with yellow wary eyes. It’s a black small thing, with little ears and claws. It doesn’t trust you yet, of course, but you can only imagine the amount of cuddles you’ll give it when it will. 

A pet in Twelve is not something common. Animals are for eggs, milk, hunting, labor or food. In the dark days it wasn’t uncommon to eat even pet animals, because starving makes you do things you always found disgusting. But watching the Hunger Games, you saw capitol citizens with their dogs or cats in their purses. Ridiculousness aside - most of the poor pets were even dyed bright colors - you promised yourself you would have a pet when you grew up.

Of course it didn’t happen until now.

«Hunting? A kitten in the woods?» Oh, what happened to his poor mother…

«Yeah, and Katniss doesn’t need food so much anymore, but another in Twelve… She didn’t want it. It reminded her of Prim’s pet.» You remember Primrose’s pet from Thirteen, an angry red big cat who Pet always carried around. You think the name is something that concerns flowers, like… Buttercup. Yeah, the name is Buttercup. Now he is in Two, with Prim and Mrs. Everdeen.

«And you took it? You?» You are giggling. He hates it. He is not one for pets or so he believes. He has the geese and when Peeta suggested eating one of them, his temper got so much worse they abandoned the idea. Their geese have names. Peeta, Katniss, Johanna, Finnick… the rudest one is Johanna.

«It was either that or a stew.» 

«Oh stop it, you big softie.» You get up to kiss him on the cheek. He smells like shampoo and you want to kiss him so much he forgets his name, especially if he has a cat.

There is a small part of you who is annoyed, because this house is where you are going to live and he didn’t ask you if you wanted a cat, but he saved the puppy. That’s the big thing here.

«Don’t make anything out of it.» He warns you. He always wants you to know he is not a great person. Like he didn’t save your life more than once, like he didn’t sacrifice his well being for you, like he didn’t ease your pain for months after the shooting. 

«What’s its name?» You completely ignore him, focusing on those little paws. Oh yes you are a little tiger!

«Stew.» He shrugs. 

«…Stew?» You try not to laugh. 

«Yeah. It was either that or Roast.»

«You’ve named the kitten “Stew”?» You repeat, in disbelief. Only Haymitch could think of something like that, and it’s utterly cute. You know he would hate the word, but it’s cute. «Oh, I love you so much!»

You go for a kiss, but the cat does not agree and it’s fast to use their claws. You have to clarify one or two things. First: Haymitch Abernathy is yours.

«Oh, calm down, kitty. She’s jealous.» You explain like it’s something she has done multiple times. You have no idea, maybe she just hates you.

«Suddenly it’s a she?» He laughs, and then he starts talking to the cat like a complete idiot. Adorable. «Don’t hurt mama.»

«She is a daddy’s girl.» You snort. Nonetheless, you are determined to win this cat. 

He takes her to the cat’s bed - you can’t believe he made a cat’s bed - and then you are free to kiss him properly. 

«Hi daddy.» You murmur in an allusive tone.

Of course, you mean the cat’s daddy, but at the word you could swear he growls - a sound so arousing you are determined to make him do that everytime you can - and he sweeps you out of your feet. «You are testing my patience.»

«No patience to test, take me.» You whisper, a little overwhelmed by the fast movement of your allegedly old boyfriend. 

«How was that thing before? I love you so much?» He smirks. Your weight must be heavy on his knees, but he doesn’t mention it, you don’t know if out of pride or he is stronger than what you may think.

«So much it hurts.» You confirm. 

«Do you want to go somewhere tonight? We even have a restaurant now.» You can’t imagine the Hob with something like a real restaurant, but it’s a nice surprise. You and him, in public. It’s new. In Capitol City nobody knows you, but in Twelve he is the Victor, and everybody saw you growing up. It could be embarrassing to see you two together, even after Thirteen. You are not big on public affection. Well you would be, he is more discreet. 

«What? Of course I want to! And I’d like to go to the Hob later.» You answer happily.

«Later?» He smirks, but you stop him.

«Now I have to work.»

He rolls his eyes. «Are you fucking kidding me?»

A smile creeps on your lips and you pull him closer to you. «Yes, Mr. Abernathy, I was fucking kidding you. Come and give me a proper welcome.»

You weren’t fucking kidding him. You gave up and pretended because you saw he was about to get annoyed, and you enjoyed a romantic dinner with your husband to be, but you really have to work. The plan is simple: you will look for every dress and outfit you might find, from Holly and her friends, and then you’ll try to enlighten the similarities, the common points. 

The next day your mother comes into the house with a huge bag full of clothes, scarves, shoes and everything she thought could have helped. It’s a great thing, exactly the reason why you are in the Village.

Holly looks pretty. She has an autumn flower dress down her ankles and her hair is wrapped in a brown braid. She even wears a little bit of makeup, some eyeshadows and mascara, you suppose. After Thirteen it’s weird to see her like this, but a good weird. Life is better now, and she gets to enjoy it. She still works as a midwife, but now she doesn’t have to fear for the life of the babies she helps because of the Hunger Games. The relief must be immense.

«So, these are all my dresses. Some I had but I used the fabric to make other ones, but I managed to keep one of your grandmother's.»

«It’s more than what I hoped for, mama. Thank you so much!» You taste the fabric. You can work with that, you think. It’s tough and thick for winter and dry and thin for summer. In Capitol City they don’t pay attention to those things, because they have air conditioning in every room and they can wear whatever they want. In Twelve winter is freezing cold and summer is so hot you might faint if you are not used to it, and nobody has a ventilator.

«How are you? You look a little pale.» 

«Thanks mom, you always say the right thing.» You add, sarcastically. Your sarcasm became worse after Haymitch.

«No, I mean, I don’t want you to tire yourself too much. You look skinnier too. Do you eat in the Capitol?»

You shrug. «I may have skipped lunch sometimes, I have to work. But it’s just for six months and I cook dinner.»

You didn’t notice a change in your appearance. For twenty years you suffered from lack of proper food, so if something happened is that now you have a more balanced diet than before. Yes, you didn’t eat once or twice because you needed to finish an important job, but everyone does that in the Capitol.  

«I did not send you to Capitol City to starve.»

You roll your eyes, but you understand food is a big topic for her. She was the one responsible for your health when you were a kid, and more than once she pretended she wasn’t hungry so you could have another slice of bread. For her it’s appalling that you don’t eat because you don’t want to.

Before you could answer Haymitch comes to the door.

«Hey, you are here.»

«My love!» You get up and immediately kiss him fiercely. You decide to ignore the glance your mother gives you. Honestly, it’s all his fault. He deliberately decided to wear a black shirt, and black suits his blue eyes so much. 

«To what do I have the honor of all this?» He asks, licking your lips, before he goes for another peck.

«You are here with me and I get to kiss you whenever I want.» You watch him like he hung the stars to the sky, and it’s even embarrassing at times.

«Yeah, with no regards to your poor mother.» Holly adds.

«You should be happy that I’m so happy and well treated.»

He seems uneasy, though, and it can’t be because of your mom because he repeatedly said he won’t be embarrassed because he kisses his wife.

«Babe, I didn’t know you were there.»

«You don’t think I’m in my house?» You raise an eyebrow. 

«I said to Marjorie I can keep Ivy for an hour.» He said to Marjorie. That means they talk. You try, you really try not to be jealous. In Thirteen he chose you. He could have had her, but they decided they weren’t into each other anymore. You trust Haymitch. You love him, so you have to trust him.

And yet he didn’t tell you about the job for her. He didn’t mention he talked to her again. But, maybe it’s just because for him it’s natural. Do you mention every time you help Perla or Lora? Nope.  

«It’s not a problem, I can take care of Ivy.» You answer, a little bit puzzled. You did it before, you like the kid.

At this moment the very infamous Marjorie arrives. She is always so beautiful it stings. Curly blonde hair and blue eyes, she looks like she is a movie star. She is so bright, and she is tall, much taller than you. She wears a light blue dress with gold embroideries, and her makeup is little but it’s there, to cover all the imperfections. You forgot to put on your makeup today - something that happens when you are in Twelve - and now you feel less pretty than before. Rationally it’s so stupid, Haymitch knows your face. You make love to him, sleep with him and shower with him, you can’t do that with your makeup on. But what if he does a comparison now?

No, stop. You are just panicking about nothing.

«Hi! Oh, Daisy you are back.» She comments, and you can tell by her voice she is not happy at all. It’s no news you don’t like each other, it became a bit of a joke during your days in bed. She came with Ivy and commented sarcastically for the whole time, it was even funny. It’s not funny now.

«Indeed I am. Oh hi little lady!» You immediately hug Ivy, who screams “Auntie Daisy! Uncle Mitch!” and it makes you happy. Auntie and Uncle it’s ok. And Ivy, you love Ivy. Sometimes you think you got it wrong, you should have kept the baby and now your life would be very different. She is growing up so much. Her blonde hair is wrapped in two braids now, pure Twelve style, and her eyes are so shiny. She can talk now, not good but she tries a lot. And she is adorable like the kitten.

«I just have to do some work and I didn’t think it was right for Ivy.» Yeah, you can agree with that. Holly was forced to take you with her during the labors and you didn’t like what you saw most of the time.

«I love spending time with my niece. Isn’t it right, little lady? What do you want to do?» You hug her and she plays with your hair. 

«Stew!» Ivy yells, with an acute voice that you can have only when you are two and a half. 

«She likes the cat.» She explains. If she likes the cat and the cat likes her, that means she is familiar with the house. 

«I figured.»

«Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy.» Marjorie has the nerve to add. And it’s odd, because he never told you anything about it. Never mentioned in the phone calls, never talked during the weekends. Either it’s not important, but you doubt that, or he is hiding something from you. 

«Oh really?» 

«She is wonderful with him.» You try not to be affected. Is he spending a lot of time with her too? She moves in the house like she owns it. She knows it. And it’s impossible she knew it from before, because the Abernathys used to live in the Seam.

She has been here more than once.

In your house.

«Well she must be very happy with her grumpy uncle.» You try to smile. The first rule is not to be affected by the enemy’s words. You don’t want to be humiliated, so you have to pretend you already know everything. Of course you know she cleaned your home when you were away. Of course you know Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy. Everything is okay and mutual and you don’t have a problem at all with it because you are confident and you trust your partner.

«She really is. And she needs a male figure in her life.»

You nearly choke when even Holly raises an eyebrow. The audacity. First because Holly didn’t give you a “male figure” in your life and you grew up well - really well if you may add - and second, is she implying he could be her dad?

«Today she has to stay with me instead. Why don’t you go laying down for a bit?» You turn your face to Haymitch, who seems oblivious of all this. «We didn’t sleep tonight, you must be so tired.»

It’s a low blow, you are well aware. Referring to your night, to your sex life and also being awfully domestic it’s the only weapon you have right now.

«Yeah, maybe for a while. You should rest after» He kisses your cheek, Ivy’s cheek - “G’bye uncle Mitch!”, she answers - and he goes upstairs.

«Do you want a hand with Ivy?» Your mother asks, but you raise your shoulders. You are fuming with rage but not against the poor kid.

«No, you can go with Mar if you want.» 

And when you stay alone with the blonde baby, you pretend everything is okay.

It’s dinner time when Marjorie takes Ivy away and you are tired. You fix an easy dinner, and you start sketching while you are eating.

«Was that really necessary?»

Haymitch asks. You didn’t see him coming, he was asleep and you let him. He has trouble sleeping, and it got worse after Thirteen, when he decided he wanted to stay sober. You don’t help in that, keeping his night busy, and so if he falls asleep you are more than happy to let him be.

You don’t play dumb. There’s no use in that.

«Of course. I have to remind her what’s mine. I didn’t think you noticed, though.» You murmur.

«I noticed, I just have a really hard time not humoring you.» He really has a hard time not lying to you too.

«Good.» You accept his kiss, but you don’t let it go. «Why are you spending time with her?»

«I’m not.» He denies.

«You are. You are spending an awful lot of time with Ivy.»

«Yes, and she’s not there. Look, she needed some help.» You can get that she needed help. Maybe the documentation to be a nurse was late, it’s possible. What you can’t get is that he didn’t tell you. 

«And you made her your maid?» You snap. A maid. It makes you mad, you are a maid, well you were, his maid. And he did tell you that he wanted you because you needed a job, yeah, but also because he liked you.

He was a gentleman about it, you didn’t even realize it. But if this is his modus operandi you can’t help but feel worried.

«What the fuck are you talking about?» 

«Did she keep the house clean?»

«Sometimes.»

«And you didn’t tell me.»

«I didn’t think it was important.»

«Haymitch - what the hell? You don’t think it’s important? It’s my stuff too!» The thought of Marjorie going into your things makes you so mad. What if you had a pregnancy test? And what about your doctor’s documentation? You have some things about Doctor Aurelius in here, some meds when you need them. Your letters with your mother. Your fucking diary. You don’t trust Marjorie enough to be sure she didn’t read your personal stuff to use it later.

«She did it once or twice!»

«And what about the kitten? Why are you making all these decisions without me?» That’s the main focus. He is not alone anymore, you have to take the decisions in two. That’s what a marriage is.

«You don’t live here.»

«For now!»

«Well it’s my house.»

You stop, and you know he saw the flesh of hurt in your eyes. So it’s his house, just his. You are just an attraction, a trinket of the house. There is the fridge, the carpet, the sink and the Daisy. 

«No, Daisy I didn’t mean-»

«No, no, ok. It is your house after all.» Because it is, and suddenly all these words from Holly make sense. When she told you to beware, to earn something from yourself, never trust a man completely, always being independent. You knew these words were true, but you were so stupid to think Haymitch didn’t apply to the category. Because he is so perfect. So handsome and sweet. Truth is you are still in the honeymoon phase and you don’t know how he behaves with a wife, you only know how he is around his young hot girlfriend.

«Don’t be stupid.» He growls but this time it’s not arousing, it’s annoying. He doesn’t get to be angry, you didn’t do anything wrong. You begin to climb the stairs, but he easily takes your wrist. He knows better than this.

And you are not stupid. He is not the smart one. You are not stupid, you are not stupid. He is just angry.

«Can I pack my bags over your bed?» You answer bitterly, freeing your arm with a movement.

«Sweetheart… no, wait, pack your bags?»

«Yeah. I have the clothes, so I can go back to the Capitol.» You resonate. You could have done this in a day, you just wanted to spend time with him but if the situation is like this it’s better for you to return to Effie’s home and keep doing your job.

«Sweetheart, stop.» He takes your wrist again, but gentler this time, so you let him. You still like his touch.

«You are calling me “Baby” a lot.» You complain. 

«And…?» He looks lost.

«Something is wrong when you call me baby.»

«Or I like the term and I was afraid to be creepy before.» He smiles. «C’mon, we are good, you and I. We are great.»

“We are great”. You haven't spent a week together in a long time. He doesn’t want to do a single thing for the ceremony, and he makes you feel like you are trying too much. And he doesn’t like Capitol City even on the weekends.

«Are we?» You whisper.

«Yes!» He is certain about it. You know he loves you, you know that. Or, he loved Hunger Games Daisy. Daisy in Danger. Does he love you now? Now that life is calm and you don’t have any danger upon you?

«You don’t want to know anything about the wedding. I’m doing everything. You didn’t even ask Peeta which cake you wanted! And I thought it was about the ceremony but now you are deciding a lot without me.»

He rolls his eyes. «It’s a kitten.»

«A cat is a family pet.» It feels like he doesn’t understand what is wrong. And he doesn’t because for him it’s his house. What if you didn’t like a cat? What if you wanted to travel all the time? Or you wanted a dog for protection? He never discussed that with you just like he never discussed having a maid. 

«I thought you would have loved her.» He is sincere. He looks sincere and part of you just wants to end the discussion and kiss him, you don’t handle his face well when he is sad.

«I adore her. But you don’t adopt a puppy without telling your future wife.» You try to be calm about it, because you are tired. You just want to end it.

«It’s just a cat. If it is about Marjorie…» But it’s not just the cat, it’s the concept!, you want to scream, but screaming is not the solution.

«I’m not putting a number because I’m jealous, but she is trying to get to you.»

«She needs help. Your mother is helping her too.»

«Oh please.»

«Do you want me to deny help because my little girlfriend is jealous?» You don’t like the mocking tone he uses for the word “Girlfriend”. You like to be his girlfriend, you are proud to be his girlfriend.

«I want you to tell me when you hire someone! But of course it’s your house so you can do whatever you want.»

«Twice! For fucks sake, she cleaned twice!»

«She enjoyed it a lot when I didn’t know that. You humiliated me. And you made her a secret to keep.»

«"You humiliated me”?! Are you out of your mind?»

«Yes! Yes indeed I am! I have doctor’s receipts to prove that, I think Marjorie saw them!»

«Now you are twisting my words. You know what I think? I think you are making that up. Yes, I’m the great evil! Stay in Capitol City with your Effie and your fucking glitters!» It hurts again that he thinks that of you.

«How dare you.» Your lips are wobbling. Big girls don’t cry, you remind yourself. If you shed a tear it means you’ve lost, and you love to win. You have to handle this like an adult, not like a whiny teenager.  

«I dare because it’s true. Let’s go to the Cinema like the Capitols, let’s dress like the Capitols, let’s fucking live like a Capitol!»

«I spent every night working on my useless wedding dress, I have four hours of sleep per day and now you tell me I want to live like a Capitol? I wish!»

«Yes Daisy, you are a fucking martyr!» He screams. 

«I never said that!» You burst into tears, and he immediately takes you in his arms. It’s warm and nice against him, but you remember all his words.

So you take a step back. 

«Let me go.» You murmur, and you take your purse. «I’ll take a walk.»

The walk is not like you expected it. You wanted to be angry, but you are just sad. You and Haymitch don’t fight, you discuss, and you never raise your voice. You don’t like when he screams. He rarely does that now, because you have the habit of covering your ears and he understands he is hurting you.

He loves you. You knew he wasn’t perfect but you accepted it. He became so much better in a few months. He quitted alcohol and that is huge, he raises the geese alone, he helps you in every way possible. He even tries to make friends on your behalf, you are always scared he doesn’t have any friends when you are in the Capitol.

And you are not perfect either. You are whiny, you are busy, a spoiled pest most of the time, you moved across the country to chase your dream and that’s good, but he is alone. And he handled that great, without telling you anything wrong. He is tired because of the weekends, he is always on the train and that’s stressful. And he has Katniss and Peeta to care about, now that he is Katniss’ legal tutor he has a major responsibility. It’s not easy.

This is stupid. You want your boyfriend, you love him and he loves you. You can work things out, you are sure of it, love is enough.

You quickly walk back to your house, ready to apologize, and you open the door.

Just to see Haymitch and Marjorie kissing in the kitchen.

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Reflected Refractions, Chapter 14

Stay With Me

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Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

A/N: What is Mare's attachment like after the time he spent with Mad in the archives?

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Mare sighed, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling with a frown. He’d been having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning as flashes of shining teeth and blooming bruises covered his eyes, moans and growls and purrs followed by gasps as backs hit archive shelves echoed in his ears.

Idly he traced the bite mark on his neck, flinching as his fingers met the raw flesh, but his heart still skipped a beat as his chest warmed from the touch. Dropping his hand to his side, he turned his head to watch Phantom sleeping peacefully in the bed on the other side of the dorm.

He jumped when he heard a faint knocking from the bathroom mirror, glancing at Phantom before climbing out of bed and into the bathroom. Peering into the mirror, he frowned, wondering if he was still dreaming until a hand slowly came into view behind the surface, reaching out to caress his face.

“I couldn’t wait to see you again,” Mad’s voice sounded inside Mare’s head before his face surfaced in the mirror, looking at Mare with dark pink eyes. “To touch you, feel you again. Do you feel the same?”

“Y-Yes,” Mare stammered, leaning into Mad’s touch before turning to kiss his palm. “I can’t stop thinking about tonight, about what happened. Every time I close my eyes I remember it all, the way you felt in my hands, my own feelings, the sounds and sights and just—everything.”

“I like being held by you,” Mad whispered, the dark pink hue of his eyes transitioning into a pale blue tint. “I wish—I yearn to be close to you all the time. I know it’s impossible, but I just need to hold you always.” His thumb brushed invisible tears from Mare’s cheeks, adoring the way the human’s skin felt under his touch, then moved to pull away.

“Don’t,” Mare croaked, clearing his throat as he grasped Mad’s wrist to stop him going away. “Don’t say things like that, don’t do these things and just leave. I want you to stay with me, I want to hold you and touch you whenever I want, you’re like a drug I can’t quit, and I don’t want to quit.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Mad asked, voice soft as his eyes flickered between light pink and yellow.

“I’ll figure something out,” Mare answered in a rush, free hand going to cup Mad’s cheek in a mimicry of the demon’s pose before. “Science never failed me before; I’ll figure it out. Just—stay with me tonight. Sleep beside me in my bed, let me hold you again because I don’t know when I’ll next be able to.”

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Phantom groaned as the morning sunlight struggled to break through the curtains, stretching his arms above his head before rolling onto his side to check if Mare had woken yet.

“What the…” the sight that greeted him was Mare asleep in bed, arms around the sleeping figure of Mad, who had only kept the contact points with Mare corporeal. A glance told him Mare was sleeping more peacefully than he ever had, and a small smile graced Phantom’s face at the thought.

Mad shifted first, nuzzling into Mare’s neck before his eyes fluttered open, squinting and hissing at the sunlight. He rolled away to avoid the light, only to see Phantom watching him, and his eyes went from their dark amber hue to a bright orange as his cheeks flushed before he reached behind him to shake Mare awake.

“Phan, it’s too early,” Mare grumbled, pulling Mad closer by his arm and drifting back to sleep.

“I’m not the one shaking you awake,” Phantom retorted, holding back a snort when Mare sat up with a start, cheeks reddening as he noticed Mad beside him. “What is he doing here, Mare?”

“Mare asked me to stay, so I stayed,” Mad answered quietly, pulling the blanket around himself when Mare left the bed in search of some pants and his glasses. “We don’t know when we’ll be able to see each other again, and I needed assurance he’d stick with me.”

“Night’s going to have a fit if he finds you,” Phantom groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose before climbing out of his bed to get dressed. “If you hurt my brother, I’ll kill you myself.”

“I won’t hurt him, I swear,” Mad stated, body flickering from shadows to flesh like a broken VHS. “I’m going to Bond with him, and if I hurt him after that it’ll kill me.”

“Bond?”

“It’s a demon thing. The bonding of souls to join mates together,” Mad explained, eyes switching to the orange-pink gradient Mare was starting to associate with him being flustered. “Once the Bonding is complete, only death can part it.”

“Is it safe for humans?” Phantom asked, watching Mare pull out his notebook to take notes. “Has it ever been done between a demon and a human? Will-will this be painful for Mare?”

“No demon has ever done the Bonding with a human before,” Mad admitted, twisting the blanket between his fingers anxiously. “But I will stop if he is in any pain. I swear to you.”

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Son of sin chapter Four

The actual begging

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As you've seen in the chapters that was when I was born . That was the begging. My name is Haegon Waters and well....

This is my story.

Do be prepared ⚠︎(this story has mentions of R@pe and Ab*se and attempted murder)

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Haegon waters

I was born to a mother Visenya targaryen and a father aegon targaryen. After weeks of my mother having me. She uneasy with me. She became warry of me. Ever since. Until one day she tried drowning me in a lake when I was and infant. That resulted of almost an end to my life. Until than I was found by a knight. Ser arryk aegon was 15 my mother was 14

Later At this time aegon was already king and usurped Rhaenyra.

Ser arryk took me to aegon as an infant until 3 days later he has found out I was his bastard. Meanwhile my mother visenya fled away to her brothel in lys and volantis.

I was thrown into the bastard pit. Surprisingly I was the eldest ones there was none. Not until I became older.

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At the age of 5. I dreamed of being more than a bastard i wanted to be noticed. From my view. Bastards were actually treated nicely. How come I wasn't? That always rang in my mind whenever other bastards would get right and I wouldn't. Why was i different?

It wasn't than I had a time to leave the pit to explore. I was grateful to finally see the world and the city. Until there was this brothel owned by a women called "sylvie" she seemed to know who my mother was.

I stayed with her for a few days. Unknowingly something terrible happend to me.

Cries of a child rang thru the halls of that brothel. Naked. And violated. By a man.

And madam sylvie didn't really have a care about it.

I've lost my v!rginity that day.

And who was the man responsible?

Otto hightower

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Present day.

"Haegon!" Ser arryk shouted down the pit in the fight case

I was in my bedroom. "Seriosuly? Can't this man suck a dick and leave me in peace?"

I got up i was five and ten of age. I went to my broken mirror and fixed my silver golden hair. My almond eyes. My left eye was violet and my right eye was turquoise eyes with orange ringed yellow pupil's and hunter and a hint of violet and brown and gray and red and pink and green and gold.

It was weird for a targaryen bastard we all can agree on.

"Haegon!"

Oh for gods sake.

"I'm fucking coming!" I walked downstairs wearing a old black embroidered blouse with gold and black pants

"There you are. I want you to go to the red keep and grab a bucket of water." Ser arryk spoke "and when you come back. I want you to stay with these small bastards."

"Seriously? Don't you have any other junkie to do that for them? Why is it always me?"

"Because you're the eldest bastard." Ser arryk stated firmly

"No shit sherlock. You guys are all useless like ur fathers condom." I walked out annoyedly

"Language haegon." Ser arryk said as I left as he sighed "stubborn boy."

I went to the city as I carried an empty bucket with me as I filled it up with water.

"This is taking so long..." I huffed "I just want to be with my dragons and relax in peace."

As the bucket was filled it was heavy as i carried it around my shoulders

I paused as I saw a face i fucking hated.

Martyn hightower the son of gwayne hightower and alerie hightower.

Great talk about someone that's a pure blooded fucktower

"Haegon how are you doing?" Martyn came over to me his brown hair and brown eyes. Ducks he gives me the ick

"What do you want hightower?" I say. This guy has been trying for yeats to be my friend. Talk about someone being so obessed

"I was wonde-"

"No."

"What?"

"No."

I took the buckets and left walking my journey back to the pit

I walked inside the pit and placed a the buckets on a table. "Hey one inched dick."

Ser arryk eye darkened "watch you're tounge."

"You don't tell me what to do. I went to hell to get these water."

Ser arryk sighed "I appreciate it haegon. Just lower the tounge.".

I huffed at him. This guy is so boring as I turned my head to see ehat was going on as I walked to the commotion

Oh! That's...yeah. the bastards were fighting again. And who was watching?

The ugly ass man whore.

I looked at his face.

He was drinking that wine stuffing his mouth.

Aegon targaryen

How is he even a targaryen? The seven has lost it hasn't they?

I just grabbed a shot of beer and was about to leave before ser arryk stops me

"Seriously what's now cotton puff?"

"Go serve wine." Ser arryk said

"Just so you know I'm a bastard not a slave."

I walked upstairs as I grabbed a tray of wine

"Who is that?" Aegon said as he sipped his sweet arbor

"Oh that? That's you're bastard isn't he? The first one?" Tyland said

"What's his name again?" Aegon said as he examined my eyes

"Haegon." Ser Wylde said "the one you had with you're neice. Visenya."

Aegon huffed "call him over. I want wine."

"Hae hae!" Tyland waved his hand

I huffed as I say "fucking wait I'm coming."

They paused as they turned to aegon "that's a mean bastard."

Aegons eyes narrowed "when I say come you come."

"You didn't even call me." I walk to him as I serve him more sweet arbor as he examined my unique eyes

"You look like me and you're mother." Aegon said drinking his wine

My eyes narrow as I say "i don't really care."

I served wylde and tyland as I left downstairs

Aegon examined me more than he could.

"He's a beautiful one isn't he?" Tyland said as aegon said "mind it. That's my Bastard."

"You care about him?" Tyland says curisouly

"He was his first. Anyway he had him before jaehaera and jaehaerys" wylde says

Aegon spoke "that's enough. He's nowhere near my children."

"Really? That explains.. his...3 dragons."

"What?" Aegon and tyland said at the same time

"He has the three headed one son of Balerion Salvatoryx and than syclla the duaghter of you're dragon sunfyre and...valerys." wylde spoke "he has pretty eyes."

Aegon shook his head "a bastard can't have a dragon."

"My duaghter likes him" tyland spoke "Joanna is fond of him."

"Seriously?" Aegon said in annoyance

"You're bastard has been getting suitors. But he turns them down" tyland said

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The next day i was in my pit chamber. I didn't have a bed or pillow just the floor and myself.

I was drawing on a book I had ever since I was five.

The door opened as I saw a 3 year old bastard.

"What do you want?" I said in annoyance.

He either needs help with the bathroom or washing his body.

"I need help with the potty."

Ah ha. I knew it.

"can't you tell ser arryk? I'm busy."

"He's not here."

"may his ass gets gulped off by a dog." I got up "come." I took the bastards hand and took him to the bathroom

As I finished with him. The others came.

I was now officially a mother.

Nah just kidding what the fuck?

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Later on I was just cleaning the pit fighting area. It was bloody. Showing how 4 bastards died at that time.

Ser arryk walked inside "Haegon,King aegons son jaehaerys needs help with books."

My eyes twitched.

"Are u kidding me? That fucking rich ass heir of his has tutors and shit. Whether the fuck he needs or not. Why me?"

"Because you're his role model. He looks up to you."

"Now that's just bullshit. I'm not doing it."

"Than talk to aegon."

"Oh for gods sake." I walked past him and out the pit as I walked inside the castle arms crossed as I walked into the throne room as I see smallfolk bowing to aegon and saying "thank you you're grace!" "Aegon fhe generous!"

What the duck? These people have got to be brainwashed

There's no way in hell

I walked inside as silence was heard as they all looked at me i didn't care as I walked to aegon and crossed arms

Aegon tilted his head as he sighed "Bow Haegon."

"No thanks I don't bow to Cum sluts" pause "why should I be a helper to ur son?"

Aegons anger flared up "mind you're tounge boy i am still you're father. And jaehaerys wants you to teach him."

"You're not my father even if you kiss the ground. And I'm not teaching ur son and that's final."

"Fine than." Aegon said angirly "I should've killed you the moment you were born."

"Good and I hope you get poisoned and dead in eternal glory fucking man whore." I stormed out leaving everyone shock as aegons expression darkened

Alicent shaked her head "is that how he really is?"

"Yes mother. That's haegon."

[mouseratz]

tagging game! tagged by @yarboyandy

-three ships

uhhhh. Off the top of my head. 1.lisacreature duh. the whole movie. they're not a healthy relationship but like they're fine they just destroy everything around them. i lurv it . also of fucking course I wanted a zombie boyfriend as a teenager. I won't lie to any of you

2. danbert bc gay people in my phone. classic case of toxic yaoi. so toxic I've been thinking about them for years. if only reanimator had like been gay on purpose we could've had it all

3. also based off of "what's in my camera roll". the evil scientists from mst3k are gay also. Dr Forrester and tvs frank.... is this even disputed. I don't care. I've known this since I was a child. "they're gay married and kill each other in looney tunes esque situations daily" feels like part of the character concepts.

-first ship

Inuyasha x Kagome, most likely. it's like one of the first obsessions I can remember where a show had like, a romantic throughline I cared about at all. although, to be fair, I was still mostly into the comedy and supernatural stuff, and this was Very Young.

-last song I listened to

I stumbled upon the tiny desk concert performance and well. I am not immune to popular things. chappell roan is pretty awesome. I love the videos and performances, but the pop music is also really solid, and I find myself enjoying it way more than expected. this songs good but I haven't listened to it a lot yet....my first time actually

-currently reading

Perry Mason and the Glamorous Ghost. I'm only like a chapter in. idk it was an impulse buy on my birthday because the cover was awesome. also pictured: my copy of Frankenstein. I read that in October. loved it

-currently watching

uhmmmm. still rewatching always sunny in Philadelphia. forever. watched a couple episodes of space ghost coast to coast earlier. I still want to keep watching twin peaks the return but I haven't because. idk. its hard to be me....

-relationship status

very incredibly single. it is very hard to date when u can't drive where I live. I mean it's hard in any circumstance but whatever shots I had are dust. would love to date sometime in my life possibly. I have been feeling that way for um. like four years now. so. we will see how that goes.

-current obsessions

Lisa Frankenstein, obvs.....my hobbies and such though? kind of in a slump. I've been like.....learning how to apply makeup for once for fun. I'm still very bad at it but idgaf it is what it is what's always made me uncomfortable about it was that it never "looked right" and I didn't want to be judged. instead of just treating it like a for fun thing. ie I want Colors On My Face I don't even cover up my acne atp. oh and the gender thing. like if I didn't do the makeup right I was being bad at being a girl. and now I do not have to worry about that at all.

-currently craving

like, food? um. I hope the brownies I made tonight taste good in the morning. I let them cool overnight so idk how they taste yet.

-favorite color

green, but I'm a big fan of what pink and black (I KNOW it's not a 'real color' IDC) and some shades of blue and yellow and orange have going on. I just like colors lmao

-tagging

hiiii I won't mind if you don't do it this is just a little shout-out okay :) @mahkari @jokeryuri @homokommari @mushroom-in-space

also anypony else who wants to do it can.....I won't be mad

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who's your top three favorite characters from enstars and danganronpa? im curious and havent found someone to talk to about danganronpa in a while hehe

mb i have to post this the day after this was asked because THERES A POST LIMIT???? Im so mad. Anyways. Characters!

Danganronpa + Fanganronpa:

1. Yuki Maeda (SDRA2)

I loveeee his character arc. I like the way he decides to cope with only being the Ult. Lucky Student. His growth from that as well is interesting to me! His backstory intrigues me as well. Hes awesome, top 5 blorbo of mine. His character design also looks cool, I like the school boy fit.

2. Kaede Akumatsu (DRV3)

I died in chapter 1, recovered, and died in chapter 6 again. I like her optimism in the game so much. Shes so cool!!! Also her character design is mad cute. Like the pink and the yellow??? YES!!!!!

3. Teruya Otori (DRA + SDRA2)

the games killed me. I did a character analysis for him cause I made a playlist for him and. HES ME FR!!!!!! i like him a normal amount trust. His character arc is cool and I like how he copes with the death of his friends (im sorry if you dont know dra mutual)

Danganronpa Maingames:

1. Kaede Akumatsu

same statement as before: shes awesome.

2. Makoto Naegi

i love my very plain protagonists so much. I like how he just has the Ult. Lucky Student, and while I’ve seen others talk down on themselves because of it (cough cough YUKI MAEDA), he’s like “cool!” And moves on. I like his optimism as well, and him coping with the killing game. Hes cool.

3. Sonia Nevermind

Hey. how do i mention that i never finished sdra. i erm. got to ch1 and stopped. so uh. I like her fit! It’s very cool. I also like her proper behavior (and I remember correctly from the manga, she also likes murder mystery / true crime. I haven’t read the manga in a bit though.) shes neat!

Enstars:

1. Shinobu Sengoku

he is just. !!!!!!! I like him :D I think his character is very interesting to look at tbh, especially after reading Scroll of the Elements and Chuunibyou. The way he decides to cope with loneliness is going like “oh! I think im meant to be a ninja because they’re always alone too!” And I respect that so much. As an only child myself, he’s just. Cool!!!!!!!

(I also struggle with Identifying voices sometimes in songs and if they’re too similar I cant point them out. He has a really identifiable voice so like when I listen to a song im like “THATS HIM!!!!!” And it makes me happy :D)

2. Subaru Akehoshi

The lore… uwagh. I love when really cheery characters are more than that because it’s me fr. Im happy go lucky, Im also sometimes sad!!! I also like Trickstar in general because I like the orthodoxness of the group (is that a word. prob not.) And he is just!!! Silly!!! He should be allowed to do as many antics as he wants. BIGBANG REFLECTION!! that song is so good.

3. Hiiro Amagi

difficult choice tbh. But gets the spot since he was the first one I had a major hyper fixation on. I like how he decided to deal with being in a new environment and what he does. I think of scout white lilies everyday too. Its one of the first ones I read. Anyways, I also like his red hair and how he has an undercut. Its awesome to me.