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pynkgothicka · 1 year ago

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ＢｅａｓｔＭｉｇｕｅｌｏ＇Ｈａｒａ

Synopsis - After you sister leaves you to hang with your boss, both his and your lives becoming a waking nightmare

Pairing - Yandere! Miguel o’Hara x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Jessica Drew but the black version cause I luv black women

Tags and Warnings - Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence towards reader

Authors Note - I LUV HIM SM MY GOD. I HADDD TO WRITE SOMETHING. Also I believe this contains slight spoilers??? I think???

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Jess! Are you sure it's okay that I'm here? I'm not really spider-like.” You followed behind your sister, her afro swinging as she walked. You fiddled with the band she gave you in order to keep you from glitching out.

It was all so casual, and almost everyone greeted her. The architecture was other worldy, almost only to benefit the inhabitants. Speaking of, there was many, too many to count. 2D, 3D, Male, Female, Pigs, Horses, Cats, almost anything imaginable.

While you looked at it all in amazement, they all looked at you, and gave you dirty and worried looks. At least thats what it looked like under their masks.

“Oh Miguel won't like this…”

“I didn't know they allowed just anyone up here?”

“I mean Peter B brings his daughter so I guess it's a pass."

“I just know Miguel doesn't like anything new. He might bare his fangs or something. You know that guy and sacre tactics.”

You shuddered at the way they spoke of this Miguel guy. But you kept following behind Jessica until she came to a huge hatch, in which opened up on her walking up.

“Miguel!”

“What do you need Jessica, aren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I do, but I need you to do a favor!” Jessica yelled, shoving your shoulder to push you ahead. “My sister is visiting from college in my dimension. I need someone to watch over her and I trust you'll do that without letting her get hurt.”

You finally looked up seeing a sharp jawed man looking down at you. His spider suit glew a dark blue with bright red highlights. His brown hair was pushed back, framing his face perfectly. Not only that, but he was huge, built like a giant.

He came down from his workspace, now closer to you than ever. His chest was too your face and you had to look up too look at him. He seemingly almost over analyzed you, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Fine. Just go handle the situation.”

Jessica raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Fine? Just fine? You usually aren't just okay with this type of stuff. You sur-”

“Your questioning my decisions?” Miguel said his stature becoming stiff, seemingly fed up with her constant questioning.

“No… just wondering. Don't have too much fun you two.” Jessica said giving you a small hug before walking off. As the hatch door closed, Miguel's hand went to your back, ushering you to walk with him.

“I'll give you a chair so you can stay within my sight. I don't want to lose you.” You nodded, watching as he turned away from you, going back to his work. A chair was pushed your direction, and when you finally got to sitting down the cushioned seat almost swallowed you whole. You could take a nap if you wanted too, it was just that comfortable. And you almost did, until you were pulled from your rest with a deep voice.

“Did she tell you, or did you piece it together?”

“Huh?"

“Jessica. Did you just figure out she was Spider-Woman?”

Miguel's hands just kept working, his focus divided between talking to you and his work. “To be honest, I just figured it out. When I asked her if what I thought was true, she just seemed relieved and told me everything.”

Miguel seemed surprised at this making a strange humming noise. “You two must be very close huh?”

“Yeah. I wouldn't trade the world for the bond me and her share. I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell me about that side of her life. From what she told me, Spiderman doesn't usually tell people about what he does. It's refreshing you know… I'm sorry am I rambling too much?”

“No. Your fine, I'm actually enjoying the company. I'm in here by myself most of the time. It's nice to hear another voice.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned, smirking at you. He stopped working and his screens switched off. “What do you do for fun?”

“Me? Fun? Uhh I don't know. I'm a college student with just about 0 connections. I guess reading?” You finally chased for a reply.

“LYLA get someone to bring me a book from the library. Hell bring two.” Miguel said, finally an AI woman popping up. She teased him a bit before finally having someone bring you two books. Miguel then sat down next too you beginning to open one of the books he brought.

“Your willing to read with me?”

“Yeah. I need to get my mind off of things anyway.”

🩸

Once Jessica had picked you up, Miguel felt weird. He knew you were attractive. Like very attractive. But that wasn't normal for him. He usually didn't see attraction in people.

Something else he also knew was that when he was around you he felt comfortable. He had no worries and you took them all away. It was a feeling he could only recall when he was with his “daughter.” He'd let you snuggle up close too him, physical touch being something he hadn't felt in a while.

“LYLA. I need you to pull any information on Jessica Drew's sister. It can be from any dimension, I just need to know everything.” Miguel basically ordered the ai. She popped up in front of him, with that same smug look she always gave when questioning his any of his decisions.

“Why would you need that?! It's not like she's ever going to get bitten by a radioactive spider.” LYLA said bringing up a huge collection of information she'd found on you in a heartbeat. “But hey I'll indulge this. Let's see, she's almost always college student, future looks like a journalist, ooh she's judgemental! And just about always single. Seems like her connection to Jessica Drew is always the sisterly role.”

Miguel fell more and more in love the more LYLA talked. “Send all that too my computer.”

“Gotcha! Hopefully this will help you.” LYLA said dissipating away. Miguel stared at the picture of you on one of the screens.

He had to have you. At any means necessary.

🩸

You'd finally saved up for a apartment to where you could stay without the need for dorm mates.

Being a journalism major meant you needed all the focus you could get. And you couldn't find that when around all those people. So you left.

Usually you wrote uplifting pieces for your sister as her and the press don't usually get along well. Even though your pretty sure she knows you wrote majority of her good stories, you also know she'd smile seeing that people appreciated her work.

As you were turned around and began slicing open a box to unpack in your room, a voice boomed from your window. “Hi sweetheart.” From across your room stood a towering Miguel o’Hara. He crawled his way into your room, shutting the window behind him.

“Umm hi Miguel. Are you looking for Jess? She's not here i-” Miguel cut you off.

“I'm not looking for her. I was actually looking for you. I came to talk to you about something.” Miguel started moving closer, slowly stepping towards you. He ducked past your light fixture, finally truly Intimidating you. Something about the way he was coming towards you frightened you. His size almost made it worse.

“Oh. Well of course. You can talk to me about anything.” You trailed off putting your knife to the side, giving Miguel your undivided attention

“I want you to come live with me. At the headquarters. No one has to know. Not even your sister.” He said causally. He was right on you, making you trip and buckle to fall on your bed. You looked up at him, pushing yourself further into the bed.

“That's, crazy Miguel. I can't that, I'm a college student! I don't even know you enough for that!”

"But I know you. I've studied you. Every possibility of you. I know more about you than you know yourself!" You let out a small gasp. This man had been essentially stalking you.

"Miguel. That makes it even worse, the last answer is no. And.... And I need you to go."

“You just don't get it do you?” Miguel's hand hit the wall, claws digging and dragging in the drywall. “I don't think you understand I'm not asking you to do anything. This is me telling you.”

And with that you kicked against him, trying to immobile him at any means possible. You had to find Jessica.

But he grabbed your wrist, trying to drag you to your window. He hoisted you up to his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Let go! Let go of me, Jess! Jess please!!” You began to scream out for your sister seeing if maybe, just maybe she was around to help you.

But she wasn't.

No one was.

You started to beat on Miguel's back. He was now out of your window and climbing up the side of your apartment, heading to the roof. “You better stop fighting, this is destiny. Our destiny.” When he finally made it to the roof he put you down and a hexagonal portal appeared as he messed around with his arm band. You began to heave on impact with the hot concrete. Miguel then turned back towards you, watching in amusement as you dragged yourself slowly to get away from him.

“What are you doing?!” Miguel's head snapped as he stared at LYLA who now stood in front of him at full height. “Your pulling the exact same thing you tried before this, before you made the society! Made me!”

"You don't understand. You will never understand."

"I understand more than you will ever know. You need to stop. And you need to stop now!"

You took this as a opening to crawl your way to the nearest side of the building. You could hear Miguel snarl and yell at Layla. But you tried to pay no mind to that as you looked down over the right edge of the building. You saw a metal of the top apartments stairway.

Fuck this would hurt.

Your body hit the metal with a loud bang, the adrenaline wore off as you finally felt all the bruises and gashes you gotten. “Fuck, my god. Jess… Spider-Woman! Plea-” You felt a hand on the back of your neck. Claws dug in to the front, slightly nicking at your neck.

“Where are you going?”

Miguel picked up your body like you weighed nothing. He then carried and slammed you against the nearby wall. When trying to move your hand to tap on the glass pane, Miguel's other hand grabbed at your wrist, immobilizing you. “Miguel please don't do this! Jessica, she's going to look for me I know it jus-”

“Shh My Love… this won't hurt a bit.” Miguel barred his fangs at you opening wide and moving to your neck. And before you could protest he bit deep into it, venom seeping into your veins. You felt woozy, and realized you couldn't move an inch. Just how he wanted you.

“It's all going to be okay Mi Vida. I know exactly what you need... A family. And not just any family. A family with me."

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere Spiderverse #spiderman atsv #Spotify

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help-i-need-a-cool-username · 2 years ago

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Its the end of the year! Which means its time to post the

Tags That Made Me Smile 2022

The following are a collective list of tags, author notes, and fic names that i saw on ao3 and tumblr that made me either laugh or smile. Ive separated them by fandom but a good amount arent actually fandom specific. Ive added the character names or fandom at the end like {name} to clarify who the tag is talking about

[2021's list]

Author Specific / Non-Specific

i saw canon; acknowledged it; And promply burned it in a dirty trash can thanks; Have this instead

Give me pain I need to feel something

this is self projection thank you coming to my ted talk

Whats that?? Overused tropes that everyone has seen before????? Pfffffffft. This fic is literally just a big mess of "how can I cater to myself and myself only"

you ever just look at your life and wonder how you got here; bc that's what this fic is for me

Don't underestimate me I DO NOT know how long this fan-fic will be

can you tell my target audience is myself

this is content specifically catered to me and no one else

these characters are my landlords and i pay them rent

P O L Y A M O R Y I S M Y P O L Y J A M O R Y

cheek kiss warning

kidnapping isn’t sexy don’t do it

i've never read the archie comics but that's not gonna stop me {archie sonic}

not me writing a whole fic for a ship only i care about; that like maybe two other people ship; rowing this boat is hard but someone has to do it {scourge x fleetway sonic}

ankles don't heal this fast but fuck it i do what i want

no beta we die like men; or rather we drown like the sad shipper with a pool noodle we are

I'm afraid of the Danimals mascot and you should be too

if you're getting flood warnings, don't worry. It's just MY TEARS!

me at every character: anxiety be upon ye

Me (Grabs canon and runs a marathon with it)

Quote: Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he's created (Spy Kids) {tmnt crossover}

Alternate Universe - Monty Python and the Holy Grail

contains dangerous amount of bed based snuggling

(kind of its a very short very homosexual fight scene); and then they kiss.

Hostage situation takes a romantic turn???? Not clickbait????

enemies to frenemies

Improper Use of Pool Noodles

stone cold stoicism meeting determined stupidity

Star Wars

Kanan Jarrus: The Daddening

platonic love is what healed his lonely existence {din djarin}

when in doubt: road trip with the besties {din, boba, fennec}

Soul Eater

found family at its finest {kid, liz, patty}

The Witcher

wife (platonic) {yennskier}

at first I was like haha geralt and Istredd should kiss as a joke…. but bro I don’t think it’s a joke anymore….

Sonic the Hedgehog

Movie!Super Sonic is made out of LOVE no one touch me

Sonics gay awakening I guess

sonic movie 2 made me make an ao3 account lol

Sonic was made to love people

Two Bros Chillin’ in an ER Five Feet Apart ‘cause they’re not gay {sonic x shadow}

the most dangerous thing is to love {shadow}

Trapped in a small box with just enough room to face some feelings {sonic x shadow}

the R in rivalry stand for romance {sonic x shadow}

The L in Rivalry Stands For 'Love' {sonic x shadow}

A Largely Platonic Cave

i love boom!shadow so naturally i made him even more insufferable

Sad-ow

Wachowskis holdin it down in the bg; Absolute champs

I love how Shadow is just so mindbogglingly utterly done with reality

Knuckles is a guardian of all things great and small

“Would you kiss a worm?" “If he was cute as fuck? Yeah.” {wade x stone}

"What is this made of, bendable titanium?!" "INCORRECT. IT IS MADE OF THE FRUSTRATIONS OF MOTHERS EVERYWHERE." {team dark}

featuring a scourge that trips far too much because it's my fic and I said so {scourge x fleetway sonic}

no thoughts just soft hedgehog moments

listen if im going to die at the hands of injured lancelot shit i might as well take advantage of it

Everyone has a crush on Lancelot and I'll die on this hill

fairy Lancelot Fairy Lancelot FAIRY LANCELOT!!!

TMNT

Slow Burn; mostly on april's end of things; casey and donnie are basically on fire right off the bat {tmnt 2012}

Rise!Donnie and 2012!Casey be out there committing arson together for their first date >.>

Please enjoy Casey, the fool, realizing his feelings for Donnie, another fool {tmnt 2012}

Draxum and Splinter are the turtles' dads (it's a reluctant partnership)

just two absolute powerhouses holding each other gently {raph x mona}

“There’s nothing wrong with the way you love, Dee. Goodnight.” {rottmnt}

Wondering what to do when the apocalypse happens? Easy: fly across the country and get Vegas-married. That's definetley an appropriate reaction that won't involve your complicated feelings towards your roommate at all {hypno x warren}

Look rise are weapons of war 12 were accidents and I play with that HARD in this fic

"GET IN THE TURTLE TANK BITCHES WE GOING TO FAMILY THERAPY" {rottmnt}

Donatello is now Dad-Atello {rottmnt}

The other [Casey] is out on a beach in Tahiti; It's what he deserves after surviving the Krang {rottmnt}

Leo is now actively being hunted for sport; (the only sport Donnie is good at) {rottmnt}

These turtles can fit so much trauma

2018 Karai lives because fuck Nick; Casey x Donnie x April are a healthy ship and also fuck nick again

I cant be the only one pissed by Leo's and Karais 'love interest plot'; Leonardo's weird feelings were simply gender envy...Yes that is canon now {tmnt 2012}

What happens when two "dudes" call each other 'girlfriend'; Transgender activities, that's what! {tmnt 2012}

splinter is twice divorced and never married {rottmnt}

Papatello / Dadatello {rottmnt}

draxum's gone from dadxum to grand-dadxum good for him

HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES YES YES YES; GRANDPA BARRY COMING IN CLUTCH

draxum just be like gramps still got it; and by 'it' i mean a complete lack of forethought for care when creating random children

Puts the Bi in Bitchless {rottmnt leo}

its because ninja turtles

feral mamatello {rottmnt}

Marvel

it's the anguish, the self flagellation, the audacity to love the man who annihilate ur nation and killed ur mother; your m o t h e r {black panther}

#hinacu #i cant believe my fav one is from TLG 🤣#star wars rebels #the mandalorian #soul eater #the witcher #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #sonic movie #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #black panther #can u tell i'll read just about anything?#expected some things to have really funny tags and they never made the list

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neko-naruto · 1 year ago

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Just like you

Summary: George and Sapnap end up coming home with a cat, and as expected, said cat has a knack for interrupting at the worst moment.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, that's all.

Comprehensive tags can be found here, on the Ao3 port!

Authors Note: Welcome back to SNF brainrot with sansxfuckyou_deactivated, this time featuring a fic heavily inspired by this one by @lasnevadastardly, if you get a chance you should go read it. If the quality feels lacking, that is because I impulsively wrote this in under an hour, hope ya'll enjoy, if ya do consider leaving a like and reblogging!

Sapnap confidently placed down the carry cage on the floor, opening up the door and waiting patiently for the cat to walk out. George took a seat on the floor, back pressed up against the couch, Sapnap sat down beside him.

"So, Cheeto," George began, "Wanna rename him?"

"Not one bit," Sapnap said, a grin on his face as said cat started to walk over to him, "He could be Chester instead, Chester the Cheetah, like from the Cheeto bags."

George groans in annoyance, "Sapnap, no."

"Cheeto it is than," Sapnap said as he picked up the fur ball, silky soft, a bit dopey though.

George reaches over to scratch behind the cats ear, then it starts to purr almost instantly. George gives a smile at that, "He's awfully cute, like someone else I know."

"Beg to differ, but go on," Sapnap said with a hum.

"Good point, you're cuter," He leans his head on Sapnaps shoulder, not letting his hand stray from the cat for a second.

Pink hues pepper Sapnaps face at the compliment, "Naw, he's a lot more like you if anything."

"Oh?" George quirked a brow as he lifted up his head to look at Sapnap, "How so?"

"For one, he's lazy, he's apparently really dumb," Sapnap said, listing off reasons.

George gave an offended scoff, "You're asking for a breakup."

"Let me finish," Sapnap said, shushing George before the Brit could explain further. A pause of silence falls between them, Sapnap waiting with bated breath to see if George would speak up.

"Go on," George said.

"Anyways, he's got soft, dark fur, perfectly kept," Sapnap explained, tugging his fingers through Cheeto's fur, coming across a knot. A spread of red starts to form on Georges face, heat building up beneath his skin, "Well, almost perfectly kept. But he holds still, he's fine with me undoing them, purring up a storm at that," Sapnap grabbed Georges hand and pressed it to the cat who was indeed vibrating.

"Anything else?" George asked impatiently, Sapnap gave a bit of a chuckle.

"Let's see, absolutely adorable, like, just look at him, then grab a mirror for reference," Sapnap said, grinning as he spoke.

Georges reaction was varying, going from mild to visceral in mere seconds. He looked a bit tense, but he still nodded, it was almost comical how red his face. He was biting the inside of his lip, "Is that all?"

"Until we get to know the little guy better, yeah," Sapnap said plainly as he shooed away Cheeto, he turned to face George and nearly laughed, "Shit man, was that too much?"

George shook his head, "No."

"You sure? Cause you're looking awfully flustered," Sapnap teased, dragging out some syllables more than others for emphasis as he leaned into George.

"It's hot in here, that's all," George said, lying with a practiced ease, there was still a crack in his attempt to get off scot-free.

Sapnap gave a hum, "I mean, it always is when you're around," He placed a kiss to Georges cheek and the Brit instantly recoiled and Sapnap couldn't help but laugh.

"Shut up!" George shot back at Sapnaps laughter.

Sapnap found himself leaning over George, he smirked as he spoke, "Make me."

George returned the smirk, "I'll make you eat those words."

"Okay," Sapnap said in a bit of a sing song.

He couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat when George hooked an arm around the back of his neck and yanked him into a kiss. Most of Georges weight was held on his free arm, and it wasn't exactly enough to keep balance on very long- Sapnap had access to both arms for support. When George let go Sapnap didn't move back much more than a few inches.

"So, Sapnap, how did it taste? I wouldn't know how being shut up tastes, feel free to enlighten me," George taunted, he could practically hear the wiring in Sapnaps brain fizzle out, the deep red shooting to his ears was an impossible tell.

"Amazing," Was what Sapnap choked out, "Tasted impeccable."

"How about the first course?" George asked, almost hopefully.

"That was just an appetizer?" Sapnap asked, George nodded.

"Full course meal could kill a man," George answered with.

Sapnap gave a smile, "Sounds like a good way to go then."

A loud meow interrupted them before they could much further, they both glanced over to find Cheeto, meowing frenetically at an empty bowl. Sapnap groaned before moving away from George and grabbing the bag of cat food, he tore it open with unexpected ease. He simply grabbed the bowl and scooped it out with that instead, he placed it back down in front of Cheeto who started to eat.

"Is he always gonna do that?" George asked as he brought himself back into a fully sitting position.

Sapnap closed the bag again to the best of his ability, "Do what?"

"Start meowing at the worst possible time?" George asked with a bit of a sigh as he crossed one leg over the other.

Sapnap nodded, "That's what cats are known for," George groaned in agitation and flopped back onto the floor.

"Fuck me," George dragged out as he brought his hands to cover his face.

"I'd love too, but not when the cat is right there," Sapnap shot back with a smug grin on his face.

George sat up a bit, propping himself up on his elbows, "You know exactly what I meant," He said, he looked rather unimpressed and Sapnap gave a nervous chuckle.

"It's not like Cheeto can get into our bedroom George, there'll be some escape from pre-marital parenthood," Sapnap teased as he made his over to lay down beside George, stomach flat against the floor instead of his back.

"You think I'm having kids one day? You think we're getting married someday?" George asked.

"It'd be nice," Sapnap shrugged as he spoke.

George sent Sapnap a look, "We haven't even been together for a year."

Sapnap propped himself up a bit to try and make eye contact, "The time will pass," He leans up a bit more to try and kiss George who gladly closes the distance.

It's a lot less fiery this time, it's softer, it's slower, it's still loving, it's still just how they like it, but different. There's always room for improvement anyways, Sapnap has to break away to push himself up from resting on his front. George takes the lead, a lot gentler this time, he carries a duality to passion, the calmer side that sways like an ocean and the active side that tears someone up from the inside out- Sapnap likes both flavors.

Another meow.

"I should go check-" Sapnap said for the brief moment they weren't locked in a kiss.

"Ignore him, he can wait a minute," George said, sliding a hand to rest at the small of Sapnaps back.

Sapnap shudders at the chilling touch of Georges fingers against his skin, "Sounds good to me."

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfic #sapnotfound #georgenap #sapnap #georgenotfound #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #tw kissing

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cursedbeasts · 1 month ago

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Bestia's Wrath Chapter 21: No Rest for the Wicked

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Tag in chrono order

Summary:

Vaylin attacks Odessen much sooner than everyone thought. Bestia faces her inner demons.

Beginning Notes:

Music for the chapter

Terror Syndrome - Creature Feature

Berserk 2016 OST - My Brother

Marches - Ashes to Ashes

Dead Can Dance - Host of the Seraphim (Bestia looks over the devastation she had caused)

No one aboard the small ship expected the Empress to make her move THIS soon. The moment the shuttle dropped out of hyperspace, the group was confronted with rows upon rows of Eternal Fleet vessels floating in orbit over Odessen. Bestia gawked at the sight, a scowl painted on her face.

"Well, that was fucking quick."

Her holocom beeped, and she picked it up. Styrak and Lana crowded around her to listen. An image of a brown-furred vaguely feline alien with deep bags under his eyes appeared. Bestia wasn't sure if the bags were a trait of his species or a result of exhaustion.

"Commander? Do you copy? Odessen is under attack!"

"Yeah, I can see that, Bey-Wan. Looks like the whole fleet is here."

"One of your Dread Master friends warned us, but we're still at a disadvantage."

"Where's the Gravestone?" Lana cut in.

"Rerouting the call to Koth."

The image changed to that of Koth and Brontes.

"They caught us in the dry dock. We'll need a few minutes to recalibrate the systems."

"Don't tell me you need three minutes." Bestia groaned.

"It is closer to two and a half. Then Zakuul will know fear." Brontes said. "Still, Tyrans and the others could use some reinforcements. You will likely find him flying around the outside of the ship and coordinating the defences."

"Got it. We'll head there."

The shuttle landed in a clearing by a lake. As soon as the four Sith disembarked, Theron took off to help with the defence.

Bestia faintly recognised the area they were in. She enjoyed getting away from the base and exploring the woods and cliffs around it, and over time, learned the land fairly well. Sometimes Styrak joined her. If her memory was correct, the gorge she was facing led back to the base.

Styrak crouched, dark wings coming into existence from behind him.

"I'll fly ahead and help Tyrans." He said.

He leapt into the air, weaved around a cliff and disappeared from view. Bestia watched him, then turned to her companions and rolled her shoulders.

"Let's go. I'm in the mood to scrap some droids."

Bestia grinned and set off in a run. As she did, she called out to the beasts of Odessen that lurked in the woods and rocks around her. Soon, the three Sith had a sizable following of various animals around them.

A rumble of thunder caused the group to look up. The top of a tall cloud emerged from behind the bend. It appeared unnaturally quick, and a bolt of lightning struck a passing Eternal Empire transport, sending it spiraling down.

The beasts overwhelmed the Zakuul forces they came into contact with, or at least distracted them enough to be easy pickings for the Sith. Rammas faded in and out of view, appearing behind people and running them through with her lightsaber. Bestia let out a roar that left the human enemies paralyzed by fear, then charged. Lana fell back and took on a more supportive role, striking at those Bestia, Rammas, or the beasts haven't gotten to yet, and healing the two other Sith.

Between the beasts, the Sith, and Bestia's Force Fear, the outpost was empty within minutes. But even with the help of the wildlife, they were too slow. Then Bestia's gaze fell upon the empty walker.

"How about we do some grand theft whatever the fuck this is." She said, running over to it.

"You don't want to let her drive…" Rammas muttered to Lana.

"Understood."

Lana caught up with Bestia.

"I can drive. You can operate the weapons."

"I don't think there's enough space for three inside. Rammas, you get the weapons. I'm going on the roof!"

"I...suppose this may work too."

Lana and Rammas climbed inside, while Bestia leapt onto the walker, balancing on the very top. When the machine began moving, Bestia let out a triumphant howl, and sent a wave of fear rushing forward.

Human targets scattered before Bestia and her team, and were easily picked off by the beasts. Droids and the more resilient knights of Zakuul were exterminated by the walker's weaponry.

They came across another walker, and Bestia jumped on top of it, jamming her lightsabers into the viewport, killing the driver. The machine wobbled and fell over as Bestia rolled off of it.

Sadly, the group had to abandon their new ride soon after. A fallen ship blocked the gorge, leaving only a small gap between it and the ground. The Sith themselves could fit through it easily, but the walker was too large.

When they emerged on the other side, they saw the Gravestone in its dry dock. A forest of catwalks and stairs surrounded it, with Alliance forces standing there, shooting at the enemy. An ominous thundercloud swirled above. The ship was surrounded by Zakuulan forces, and a noticeable pile of charred remains ringed the base of the platform.

Bestia broke into a run, Lana and Rammas following. Up close, Bestia saw Tyrans zipping around on shining metal wings, throwing blasts of lightning and fear at the enemies below. Styrak stood on top of the Gravestone, arms raised. He did a throwing motion, and a bolt of lightning struck a group of droids that got too close.

With a metallic groan, the Gravestone started moving. Styrak's thunderstorm dissolved, and he flew out of the way, landing next to Bestia. The ground shook, and Bestia spun around. A large group of Zakuul walkers was approaching, guns trained on her and Styrak. Styrak raised a hand, about to fling lightning at them.

Neither he, nor the walkers, got the chance to attack. A ray of green energy struck the walkers and obliterated them where they stood. Bestia let out a whistle.

"The upgrades function perfectly." Brontes's smug voice came from the earpiece. Koth cheered in the background.

"We do have a problem."

Tyrans was patched into the call.

"Vaylin still has a huge advantage in numbers. We will not hold out much longer, even with our power."

"What do you have in mind?" Bestia asked.

"The fleet is controlled through the Gemini frequency. There's only a few points where you can send direct orders, and fewer people who have access to them."

"So, if we remove Vaylin, the fleet will stop."

"We do not know what will happen, exactly." Brontes sounded pensive. " It may stop, yes. But it may also revert to some sort of default protocol. And we do not know what that entails."

"I think it's worth a try. How do we get to her? She's with her fleet."

"Lure her out. She is angry at you and Rammas for messing with her." Tyrans said. "Make yourself as much pain in her ass as you can."

"Oh, that's easy. Just kill a bunch of her people, and refuse to die." Rammas quipped.

The plan was easy in theory, but much more grueling in reality. The two Sith had no idea how many droids they had to scrap and how many soldiers and knights they had to kill before the Empress took notice. At least there was no shortage of either. Bestia blasted the human troops with Force fear, and set beasts upon the rest. Rammas moved unseen through the woods, striking at single targets and disappearing before they could retaliate.

They found themselves in the middle of another small outpost, taking a few precious moments to rest, when Bestia found a communication station. An idea formed in her mind. The device belonged to Zakuulan forces, and could potentially be used to reach Vaylin.

Bestia called Rammas over.

"You lived on Zakuul for a while, can you read what it says and find what frequency goes to Vaylin?"

"Yeah, sure."

Rammas pored over the computer, looking through what essentially was a very fancy contacts list. Finally, she found it. A frequency, marked with all kinds of warnings. "Do not call this line unless it's the only option!!!" and "only call this if you want to die!!!". The Sith wondered if the warnings applied to Arcann, Vaylin, or both. She pointed the frequency out to Bestia and stepped back, content to let her do the talking.

A holo of the Empress appeared, her back to Bestia. She turned around and Rammas flinched, and Bestia raised an eyebrow spike slightly.

"Oh, hello there." Vaylin said. "We were just talking about you."

Vaylin was hunched over. Her arms seemed much longer than they used to be, and definitely much too long for a human. They were wrapped in stained bandages. Her face appeared stretched out into an odd shape, somewhere between human and vaguely canine. Her eyes were bloodshot and glowed a fiery yellow of someone neck-deep in the Dark Side.

"What the fuck." Rammas muttered, making sure she's out of reach of the device's camera.

"I was planning space on my walls for those pretty masks of yours."

"You'll have to come for them yourself." Bestia snarled.

"I intend to. But first, I'll kill all your friends. And grind the Alliance into dust. Would be really nice for my garden."

Rammas found her voice and stepped from behind Bestia.

"Dude. You're not scary. I pretty much ruined your party with some music and a single fearblast."

Rammas flipped a bird at the camera.

"Get good, 'Empress'."

"YOU." Vaylin pointed a gnarled, clawed finger at Rammas. "Your life ends tonight, little bird."

Bestia and Rammas exchanged glances as the call fizzled out.

"It's almost like she hates you more than she hates me." Bestia said.

"No shit."

Bestia patched herself into the general Alliance frequency.

"Vaylin's going to be here soon. I need status updates."

Lana stayed behind with the group that defended the Gravestone, and was currently moving towards the base to regroup.

Styrak was on the roof of the base, about to summon another Force storm.

Tyrans and Brontes have joined up with Calphayus to coordinate the defence. They were inside the base now, in the war room. Calphayus looked shaken.

"What's wrong?" Bestia asked.

Calphayus shook his head.

"Mu'hass is in danger, and the Dread Beast comes."

Bestia's heart sank. She frantically searched through the frequencies until she found Mu'hass.

Mu'hass appeared above the device, clearly backed against a wall. He held his lightsaber up defiantly. A short Twi'lek girl cowered behind him, hand clutching at her shoulder, a blaster held in the other. Her attention was split between answering the call and fighting back.

"Mu'hass!"

"Me and Mu'hass took out their guns!"

"And they're not happy about it!" Mu'hass added.

"Hold on, I'm on my way!"

"Please hurry!"

Several Horizon Guards came into the view. Mu'hass let out a roar that sent them staggering away. A volley of blasterfire was unleashed at him, but he threw up a shield. It held, for now, but Bestia could see exhaustion slowing his movements. Neither Mu'hass nor his shield would hold up forever.

The image distorted and glitched out. Instead, Vaylin appeared above the communicator again.

"That is your son, right? Surrender." Vaylin growled, her warped face splitting into a grin. "Or he dies."

Black tendrils snaked their way from the edges of Bestia's vision as fury rose inside her. It had been rattling the bars of its cage ever since Nathema, ready to rain devastation once again. Vaylin's mocking voice did the entire cage in.

Rammas stumbled away, hit by an oppressive feeling of dread. She retreated until her back hit the almost vertical slope of the ravine they were in.

She watched as dark tendrils erupted from all over Bestia's body, obscuring it. Bestia let out a loud distorted roar and the mess of darkness resolved into the shape of a huge creature. The Dread Beast was much taller than Bestia, the body completely black with the exception of the head and claws. Those were golden, the head protected by a tough looking plate shaped somewhat like Bestia's mask: two wings coming from around the eyes, and a tall central crest. A bright red mane flowed from the back of the beast's head.

Rammas shrunk and hid behind a rock, cloaking her presence as much as she could. She hasn't felt fear like this since her ordeal with the Phobis Devices. This was something ancient and primordial. The fear the earliest prey creatures felt when hunted by the first predators. Deep down she knew that if the Dread Beast found her, it would smear her across the ground.

Rammas risked a peek from her hiding place. The beast was sniffing around, its three tails swishing around. Rammas swore she saw maws and gnashing teeth at the ends of each tail. Finally, the beast roared again, and sprinted forth along the canyon. Rammas followed it, but quickly fell far behind. Her short legs and sneaking pace were no match for the beast.

Bestia left an easy trail to follow. Vines of Dreadseed corruption shot out of the ground where she'd rampaged through. They coiled around trees, strangled droids, and impaled people, both dead and alive. Soon Rammas started finding people, droids, and their parts, strewn about in pools of blood. Rammas steeled herself and continued.

Mu'hass was tired. He's been fighting off waves of droids and Zakuulan forces for what felt like hours, and even his endurance was running out. And now he was surrounded by powerful Force users. Not to mention, more droids. Behind him, Vette slumped by the wall, no longer able to lift up her blaster.

His shield was almost out of energy, and he himself could barely block incoming attacks. His back was against a wall, and he couldn't see where the nearest Alliance forces were.

This is how we die, he thought. Alone and cornered in an unfair fight. He'd never move back to Rishi to enjoy peaceful days at the beach like he wanted to. Or find a partner. He knew Vette wanted to return stolen Twi'lek artifacts back to Ryloth, and she wouldn't be able to do that either.

Suddenly, he heard screams, and his attackers turned away to face in their direction. He started retreating sideways along the wall, hoping the distraction would last.

A dark vine erupted from the ground, running through several skytroopers in the back. Mu'hass recognised it.

"Mom?.."

As if in reply, a towering beast pounced upon his attackers, tearing them apart in moments. Blood splashed everywhere. Mu'hass froze watching the carnage, suddenly very afraid. Vette hid behind him.

The beast turned to face him, eyes burning red in the sockets of its golden faceplate. Fresh blood stained its golden fangs, dripping down the chin to the ground. The beast stalked towards him, and once again Mu'hass was backed against a tall piece of debris. He saw no recognition in Bestia's eyes.

He raised his lightsaber into a defensive position. His arms were shaking from exhaustion. The beast growled and raised a bloodied, clawed arm to strike at him.

"I'll… I'll hold her off. Run." He said to Vette, his voice trembling.

Bestia was drowning. All she could see was red. And yet she kept struggling, clawing her way to the surface. She always tried to regain control when the beast took over, and she always failed. And yet she never stopped trying.

Especially now that her son's life was at stake. Bestia screamed, but no sound came out. She could see a tiny window high above her. She could see Mu'hass and Vette looking up at the Dread Beast, fear and exhaustion painted across their faces. She tried to swim up towards it but no matter how hard she struggled, the window seemed farther and farther away.

And then, a hand grabbed her by the arm, and she suddenly was standing on the surface of a dark red lake. She looked over at the person who pulled her out, expecting to see Styrak or Calphayus. But instead, a tall Red Sith with the same bright orange skin and face as her own stood before her. Her hair was bright red and very curly, with a white spot in the front, and was held back by a golden band.

"Mom?"

Ha'nadi nodded slowly. Bestia hadn't seen her mother's ghost in a long, long while. She knew it was bound to the Phobis Devices, but it rarely made its appearance. Panicked, she looked over at the window. She saw Mu'hass, still intact, and still looking up at the Dread Beast, now visibly confused. Vette's expression mirrored his, and she looked from Mu'hass to the Dread Beast and back.

"I am so sorry, Bestia. I left you with the Dread Beast. You weren't ready."

Ha'nadi shook her head, the sorrow in her golden eyes replaced with resentment.

"Vitiate decided our fate for us."

"You didn't know he'd kill you. Even dad didn't know."

"We don't have a lot of time. What you're dealing with is a blessing by a Force entity called the Dread God. I received a vision from it, and created the masks in its likeness and the Phobis Devices to test myself and anyone else who wished to connect to the entity."

"Something jumped from you to me when I… found you."

Ha'nadi nodded.

"That was the Dread Beast. It was the power that the entity gave me, along with the ability to control fear."

"And then I started having these blackouts when I got really angry and the first time it happened I killed many people who didn't stand a chance against me."

Bestia looked down and rubbed her arms. At that point she was a Sith Apprentice barely out of her teens and hands already elbow deep in blood of slaves.

"How did you do it?"

"Do not run from the Dread Beast. Do not fear it."

"How can I not fear it when I can't control it and now I'm moments from tearing my own son apart?!"

"Are you afraid of the Dread Beast, or of your own anger?"

"I…"

Bestia sputtered. The question pierced her very core and she had to face it. She was afraid. Mostly of the Dread Beast, but moreso, of her own anger, that summoned it. Ever since she killed those rebelling slaves on Ziost, she forced her anger down unless she was fighting. She tried to find outlets for it. Maybe being loud and obscene and spending hours sparring with Dread Guards and Styrak vented the anger. It was not enough. The Dread Beast would come out once in a while anyway.

"I don't know." She finally admitted.

"Your rage is here to tell you you've been mistreated. Do not fear it."

Ha'nadi hugged her, and Bestia gingerly hugged her back.

"Work with your rage and with the beast. You will gain a powerful ally."

Ha'nadi let her go, and Bestia flinched when a dark mass moved into the edge of her vision. She slowly turned, and found herself face to face with the Dread Beast.

She took a deep breath, looking the beast over. She could never get a clear look at the creature before, too busy either drowning or trying to run away from it in her dreams. Its head looked like her mask, with golden wings coming from around the eyes and a tall fan crest rising in the middle. It looked less like metal and more like scales up close. It even had the same scar across the bridge of the nose as she did.

The beast studied her impassively. Bestia reached out to it. It sniffed her hand, and Bestia smiled up at it.

"I should have tried this so long ago. So much for my connection to beasts." Bestia said. "So…do you want to be friends?"

The strike never came. Instead, the beast froze for a while. Then it shook its head, its eyes shut. When the beast's eyes opened they were no longer red, but the familiar cyan blue.

Mu'hass lowered his lightsaber slowly. His senses told him the beast wasn't a threat to him anymore, but he was still cautious nonetheless.

"Um… Mom?"

Bestia blinked, slowly getting used to the much taller form. She looked down at Mu'hass, and nodded.

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine."

A lightning bolt struck the huge platform at the entrance of the base and Bestia could see a winged figure descend from the roof. It hurled electricity at something below, and the opponent answered in kind.

"Vaylin. She's here." She growled. "Climb on!"

Mu'hass did as he was told, his vision obscured by the bright red mane. He reached a hand out to Vette, who shook her head.

"I think I'll pass. I'll just rest here and make my own way back."

"I'll take the lift, thanks." Rammas emerged from the shadows, a slightly shell-shocked expression on her face.

Mu'hass helped her climb up.

As Bestia started towards the base, she had to retrace part of the path she had taken to reach the small hill Mu'hass was on. As she ran, she was confronted by the destruction she had left behind. Huge Dreadseed vines climbed the walls of this gorge. Droid parts lay scattered among pools of blood and torn bodies, both Zakuulan and Alliance. More were impaled on some of the Dreadseed vines. Farther away, an Eternal Fleet vessel lay wrapped and crushed by more vines.

Bestia leapt onto the downed ship, running along the length of it until she was level with the base's domed roof. With another powerful leap, she was on the roof. Her claws clacked on the surface of it, and she peered over the edge.

Down below, Vaylin and Styrak circled each other, their lightning bolts colliding in the middle. Horizon Guards crowded behind Vaylin, ready to pounce on Styrak any moment.

Bestia let out a loud roar, and jumped down. She landed in front of Styrak, facing Vaylin and the guards. Mu'hass rolled off her back and retreated towards the base entrance. Rammas slipped into the shadows.

Up close, Vaylin looked even more messed up. Some of the bandages on her arms were gone, leaving huge torn wounds open for all the world to see. She was hunched over, and her face was twisted into a vaguely canine shape. She clutched a tall gilded lightsaber trident, using it to stay upright, and her other hand crackled with lightning.

"Aww we're both fucked up monsters now." Vaylin said in a fake sweet voice.

Bestia didn't reply, just growled quietly.

"Guards! Kill the beast!"

The guards charged, spears and lightsabers at the ready. Bestia let out a roar, staggering the ones in front of her, and sending them flying off the platform with a swipe of her arm.

The next wave was more cautious, advancing at her with lightsaber spears pointing at her. Bestia couldn't swipe at them. She growled, looking for an opening.

A shadow slipped behind one of the guards, a gnarled vibroblade erupting from his chest. The others guards shouted, looking for whatever killed their comrade, and, in the process, taking their eyes off Bestia. Big mistake. The Dread Beast's golden teeth clamped down onto one of their heads while the other was pinned under her claws.

"She's like me." A quiet rasp came from below. Bestia looked over and saw Shyren standing there, a bloodied vibroblade in hand. Shyren stared at Vaylin in awe and horror.

"She's a Chosen of Nahut."

Bestia shook the guard in her maw from side to side, and threw him aside. The body flew past the edge of the platform.

"That would explain it." Rammas appeared next to Shyren, grabbing them by the robes and dragging them slightly out of view.

She was about to do something incredibly reckless and stupid.

"Can you help me talk her down?"

"What?"

"I'll explain later, but short story is: me and her were fucked over by the same person. Except I was taken out and raised by a loving family."

"And now you want to give her that chance?"

Rammas nodded.

"Will you help me? If she's a Chosen like you, you could help her go through the change."

"If she doesn't just kill us."

"Let's just try. If it doesn't work, we'll fight her.

Shyren sighed, then shrugged.

"Fuck it. Let's do this. At least it's a glorious way to go."

The Scion and the Sith stepped out of their hiding spot. Rammas took the lead, walking towards the center of the platform. Styrak was still holding off Vaylin. Bestia threw one last Horizon Guard off the edge of the platform, and then turned to face the Empress.

"Vaylin!" Rammas shouted.

The Empress threw one last, powerful blast at Styrak, making him stagger, and turned to face Rammas and Shyren.

"Little bird. And the beast Scion! An entire menagerie up in here tonight."

"I learned a lot on Nathema." Rammas started quietly. "I am a child of Vitiate. Made by him to be a weapon, or a backup body. Not to be a person of her own. But I got out. And I'm offering you a way out. Stand down. There are healers here who can help you."

Rammas held her hand out.

"We both were fucked over by Vitiate from birth. It doesn't have to end like this."

Vaylin looked at the offered hand for a while. And then she started laughing. It was a hollow, high-pitched sound.

"And why should I trust you? You pretended to be meek and nice, and then you ruined my party and made me relive Nathema in my head over and over again."

Rammas scratched her head.

"Fair point. I'm sorry."

Shyren opened their mouth to say something, but they, along with Rammas, were thrown back by a telekinetic blast. The Sith and the Scion regrouped in the air and skidded backwards along the floor.

"Let's try to knock her out."

Shyren faded into the shadows, and Rammas did the same. Vaylin's attention turned to Bestia and Styrak. Bestia growled softly and advanced on the Empress. Vaylin slashed at her with the trident, and Bestia jumped out of the way. At the same time, Styrak hurled a blast of lightning at her, actually managing to surprise her. She was blinded for a moment. Bestia pounced, and backhanded the Empress, making her drop her weapon.

The Dread Beast was about to pin Vaylin under her claws, when the Empress screamed and exploded in a massive blast of Force energy. Bestia was sent flying upwards. Styrak was thrown back, and Shyren and Rammas were nearly swept off the platform, grabbing onto the edge.

She was screaming, and Rammas suddenly realised that those weren't screams of anger or defiance. They were pained wails of someone being torn apart.

Rammas climbed back onto the platform and nearly got knocked down again. She braced herself against the Force onslaught and looked around. Vaylin hovered above the floor, surrounded by a storm of lightning. Bestia lay in a heap some distance away, turned back to Sith. Styrak was slowly climbing to his feet by the wall. Cracks formed on the base facade. Everything moved painfully slowly, and someone had to do something.

An idea formed in Rammas's head. She didn't like it much, but it was the only way out that she could see. She reached inside herself, searching for the dark area within her being that has always been there. A hungering void that Rammas did her best to ignore up until now. Now she understood where it came from and understood its potential.

Rammas drew the energy around her into the void. She found herself able to stand without bracing against the waves coming from Vaylin. She started walking towards the Empress, devouring the Force that came at her. The exhaustion she felt after Nathema and the long battle slowly melted away, her Force reserves replenished.

Blood leaked from Vaylin's mouth and nose, and she didn't react to Rammas approaching her. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, and hoarse agonized wails escaped her.

Rammas sighed, balling her hand into a fist.

"I'm sorry."

Rammas punched Vaylin with as much strength as her small body had. It was enough to cause the Empress to crumple to the ground. The Force storm immediately died down. Rammas carefully drew in more energy from the unconscious Empress, until she saw Vaylin change. Her limbs and face reformed back to a human shape, although the claws and the wounds remained.

Styrak limped over, followed by Bestia. He knelt before Vaylin, checking her pulse.

"She is alive."

Shyren joined them.

"This looks much worse than my first transformation had been…"

Rammas turned to the Scion.

"Is there any way to stop her from turning again? Or stop the process at all?"

Shyren thought about it for a while, then shrugged.

"Something has been preventing it up until now."

"Not an option." Bestia said. "We are not Vitiate."

"I could cut her off from the Force." Styrak said.

Rammas shook her head.

"That would have to be her own choice."

Styrak picked Vaylin up and carried her inside the base. Rammas and Shyren followed him, leaving Bestia to her thoughts.

Bestia walked to the edge of the platform and looked out at the forested cliffs that surrounded the base. She could see a part of the path she had carved as the Dread Beast. It was a dark corrupted scar that would take a long time to heal, if that was even possible.

When Sharack managed to broker a tenuous peace between the Jedi and the Dread Masters, one of the conditions was that they'd cleanse the areas corrupted by the seeds of rage. Bestia took on the task personally, coaxing the dreadseed out of the soil. What was left behind were darkened barren blemishes. Status reports indicated that those areas were slow to heal. It was the same here, except instead of a Sith artifact that she modified it was a result of her own power.

She looked away, shame suddenly gnawing at her. She'd become a force of corruption and decay over the centuries spent as a Dread Master, trying to build up as much power as possible out of fear of Vitiate. And now there was no turning back. The Dread Seed was part of her now, and she would have to make peace with that, like she did with the Dread Beast.

Her ears twitched at the sounds of steps approaching. Uneven, interspersed with the clack of a cane hitting the metal floor. Styrak was back.

"The fleet has retreated." He said.

"That's good."

Bestia looked up and indeed, the skies were empty, no longer choked by the grid formation of the Eternal Fleet.

"Vaylin is in Oggurobb's care. Rammas and Shyren are staying with her."

He put a hand on Bestia's shoulder, and she held onto it.

"They want us in the war room. They're not happy even though we've earned them a victory."

There was a sneer in Styrak's voice. Bestia's shoulders slumped. It was time to face the music. Maybe she'd finally get some rest afterwards.

"Let's go deal with that."

One step at a time.

Bestia felt the eyes on her the moment she stepped into the War room. Styrak moved in closer, as did the other Dread Masters. Rammas and Sharack were there too. Bestia gently pushed her way to the front of the group.

She caught Theron glaring at her from across the table. The hatred in his eyes would have made any Sith jealous and proud. She sensed similar levels of hatred and distrust coming from the rest of the people gathered here, especially those who used to be part of the Republic. So much for the peace her daughter had tried to build. Lana stood out, as both the one former imperial, and one of the few people who weren't openly hostile. She kept a neutral expression and was difficult to read as always.

"Hundreds of Alliance soldiers are dead, and the holos of your rampage are spreading across the Holonet."

Theron jabbed a finger at Bestia.

"She did defeat Vaylin in the end, though." Tyrans retorted. "You're fucking welcome."

Bestia raised an arm, and Tyrans fell silent.

"Yes, I did lose control and go on a rampage. I will not deny that. I believe I've regained control so it will not happen again."

"And we're supposed to trust you."

"If we wanted harm to the Alliance, we had many opportunities to do so." Brontes said, crossing her arms. "Make of that what you will."

"Bestia has been on the forefront of almost every Alliance victory up until now." Lana said.

"The Dread Masters do not benefit from sabotaging the Alliance. We want the Eternal Fleet gone as much as you do." Tyrans said.

"They destroyed centuries of research and stole the Phobis Devices. Do I have to remind you that I had to recover an active Phobis Device from a bloody museum on Zakuul?!"

Brontes quietly fumed, her metal tentacles undulating. Koth looked at her, deep in thought.

"Wait, was this the incident with the massive panic in the upper Spire during the first year of Emperor Arcann's reign?"

Brontes huffed.

"I believe so. You're welcome."

"You have been helpful with the Gravestone upgrades…" Koth conceded. "This still doesn't undo the fact that your friend turned into a giant beast, rampaged through Odessen, and killed a lot of our people."

"No, it does not." Bestia said. "I can't bring back the dead, but I can at least deal with the Dread Seed corruption I had left behind."

"And what if you decide to rampage again?"

Another distrustful, accusatory voice. It was Aric this time. The Cathar bared his teeth at Bestia.

"I should have shot you when I had the chance."

"And you'd have the remaining Dread Masters on a rampage. Are you not aware of what happened when Styrak was torn out of the union?" Brontes locked eyes with the Cathar, and held his gaze until he looked away.

"Are you and Theron done scolding me like I'm a Tu'kata Hound who shat on the floor? I said I will do what I can to deal with the aftermath."

An edge of a growl found its way into Bestia's voice. It only had been a short while but she was sick of this. She was surprised the Dread Beast wasn't reacting to her anger. But maybe she really did find common ground with it. Or she simply was too exhausted.

She saw Sharack shift her weight from one foot to the other, an uncomfortable scowl etched into the Jedi's face. Then Sharack stepped forward, joining the Dread Masters on their side of the table.

"By the stars, this is the fucking Jedi Council all over again. Treating people like beasts and weapons. Ugh."

The two groups glared at each other from across the table in uncomfortable silence. Lana stood slightly to the side, like the neutral party she tried to be.

The standoff was interrupted by the table lighting up, a map of the galaxy with several spots pulsing red. Bestia recognised the locations: Coruscant and Dromund Kaas. There was a third location, in the same region as Odessen, that Bestia wasn't sure about.

"What's going on?" Sharack asked.

"It's the Eternal Fleet. It's bombing Zakuul, and there are distress calls coming from all over the galaxy, reporting similar news."

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"Lumos." She said causing her wand to lighten up the cavern to reveal a much larger space than she expected. It resembled the dungeons of Hogwarts, the home of Slytherin’s common room. What was doubly unexpected was a small pedestal with a dark green vase with a lid on top. Emblazoned across the vase was the Slytherin crest.

"Could Thomas have been right after all?" She thought creeping towards the vase. As she did a voice started to fill the space. Not really a voice though, more of a wispy hissing like sound. Ellie didn't know why but she felt it was trying to say something to her. The closer she got to the vase the more the sounds started to resemble words.

"Hhhhhhsssssss yessssssss commmmmmmmmmeeeeeeee clossssssssssser." It seemed to say. Ellie seemed almost entranced by the voice. Any fear she might have had was disappearing the more she listened and the closer she got.

“Freeeee meeeeee.” The voice appeared to say now more clearly and Ellie felt compelled to raise her wand and aim it at the vase. Shouting ‘confringo’ a stream of light burst out of her wand and sailed towards the vase destroying it.

As soon as the vase exploded Ellie felt the trance on her lift. Before she could assess why she had done what she had done she noticed a small green snake amongst the pieces of the vase. Being a lover of all animals she approached it to see if it was hurt in anyway. However once she was close enough the snake leaped at her open mouth and slithered down her throat. Panicking she rushed to the hole she feel down and with a wave of her hand levitated herself out.

“How did I just do that?” Ellie said to herself. Magic like that was beyond her even as a seventh year student.

“Oh your body will be able to do much more than that once I’m finished with you. Or should I say my body.” She heard a voice inside her say. Somehow she knew it was the snake. Ellie tried to cough it up to no success. She felt it move about her insides somehow changing her. Her wavy messy brown hair turned platinum blonde & perfectly straight. Dark makeup covered her face accenting her changing features. Even her uniform changed to Slytherin green.

"What... ohhhhh.... is happening.... to me?" She said groaning as she felt her body continued to change.

"Don't worry my dear it will all be over soon enough and you will have played your part. Congratulations on freeing the most evil and powerful witch of all time, Samara Slytherin!” The snake hissed.

Ellie felt her mind begin to fracture as a new personality took over. One not her own. As her chest heaved with new larger breasts and her body became a wet dream, the final fragments of her mind disappeared and only Samara remained.

“It feels soooo good to be out of that vase. After so many centuries.” Samara said stretching out and feeling her body. As she was exploring her new body Thomas appeared. As soon as he saw her he dropped the sticks he had been carrying.

“Ellie? What the heck happening to you?” He said in shock at his best friends new look but also turned on. Samara smirked at him.

“Doesn’t matter what century it is, men are all the same.” She laughing looking at his bulge in his pants.

“Your little friend is gone I’m afraid but she has made herself quite useful. Searching her mind tells me that people have forgotten about Samara Slytherin. Now that I’m back I’ll make sure they never forget!” She said with a cackle. Thomas hastily turned to run but found himself suddenly frozen.

“Ah ah not so fast. I have a special job for you. I’m wasn’t the only Slytherin buried out here. Once we find my husband he’ll need a new body and you look ripe enough. Then you’ll be able to fuck this body you so clearly desire now. You found me, so I’ll need you to find him.” She said. With a flick of her wrist she released him from his restraints.

He knew he could make a run for it and most likely die but at least she wouldn’t have what she wanted. He could die a hero. However as he looked upon her body with ravenous lust he thought maybe it was better to be a villain.

“I’ll lead the way.” He said and she followed him with a smirk. Men were always the same.

THE END

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bippot · 2 years ago

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Part of The Crew - Chapter 9: A Whole New World

Story Summary -> Kevin's niece shakes up Jake's little peanut head, in the best way possible. For the first time in his life, he's nervous to even flirt with a girl cause, like, what if he fucks up? That would suck.

Despite how hard he tries, it takes Jake a while to get out of the dreaded friendzone because of overbearing Uncles, pigeons, drunken nights out and the famous Jake Martin reputation.

Chapter 9: A Whole New World Summary -> Jake struggles with his attraction to his friend while trying to ignore her dancing and a persistent admirer at the bar. After helping her fend off unwanted attention, they end up singing karaoke and deal with hangovers together the next morning.

Tags -> Idiots in Love, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Himbo, Slow Burn, Co-workers, Friends to Lovers

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Previous Chapter -> Heavy Disguise

More drinks? Did they need more? Absolutely not. Did they get more? Yep. Yeah, yeah they did. Because when you're already buzzed, it seems like a great idea to get more buzzed.

Jake took a deep breath and tried to control himself. No matter how much his body insisted on wanting to follow its instincts, his mind was telling him to stop. Not just to stop drinking, but the way Y/N had been dancing against him, got him a little hot and bothered, so he needed to stop squeezing her hips and leaning towards her, to stop looking at her face and the way her hair fell softly over her shoulders and her lips parted ever so slightly.

And no matter how hard he tried to stop, he didn't want to stop. There was something about being this close to her that made everything in him go haywire. So, he excused himself to the bathroom when they got drinks in the hopes he could calm himself down.

While Jake was absent, the sugar daddy-looking man slid next to Y/N as she sat at the bar, leaning across to flirt, "How was the Cosmo?"

"It was good. Thank you."

The man grinned, flashing his perfect white teeth and reached out his hand to caress Y/N's forearm but she subtly moved it, pretending to get distracted by whatever Grant was doing. She saw the annoyance flash across the man's features but he quickly composed himself. "I could get you another?"

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass," she said, gesturing to the bartender who was making their drinks. She picked up her own drink and gulped down half of it, needing it to get through this interaction.

She heard the man sigh, "You're too cute to stay away from. Can't you give me an hour? I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman."

Y/N laughed, "Sorry, but I've had my fill of gentlemen today." She smiled politely and waited for the man to leave her alone.

Sugar daddy just kept going, "Well, maybe we could take our conversation somewhere private? Maybe somewhere a little less crowded?"

Was this guy ever going to give up? The first thing Jake heard as he returned was "Your eyes are amazing," and he rolled his eyes. The guy had a point, but still, it was obvious that Y/N wasn't into it.

"Funny enough, I grew them myself."

Walking up behind her, Jake placed a supportive hand on the small of her back and picked up his drink. He placed his head on her shoulder and asked, "Want a sip, babe?"

Perfect. The ol' boyfriend routine might get him to piss off and leave her alone. They didn't have to wait long before Sugar Daddy finally decided to go away. Why do men only stop pursuing someone when they are presumed to already be in a relationship? Isn't a woman's clear disinterest in them a sign to back off?

Grant paused his conversation with a new girl and called out, "Jakester, bring me my drink," like Jake was his butler or some shit. The pair looked at each other in disbelief before Jake obliged, taking Grant's drink from the bar and heading towards him.

Y/N followed and hugged Jake from the side after handing him his drink that he'd left. "Thank you for the help, 'Jakester'," she told him. He couldn't hear but could tell what she said by how her lips moved and the sparkle in her eyes.

"Always, 'babe'." At the pet name, Grant raised one eyebrow, watching the exchange with a puzzled expression on his face. Hadn't he noticed how in love the two of them were before now? Then again, he was a very affectionate guy, so maybe that was why he hadn't realised. Jesus, the amount of random people Grant had kissed tonight was a sign of how big of a slut he was. His companions had no idea about the true number.

By the end of the night, a very drunk Grant had convinced them to take him to a karaoke bar. He had sung an incredibly off-key version of My Heart Will Go On. Y/N didn't understand most of it due to his slurring, but she had to admit it was a very confident performance. "It's your turn, Jakey boooy," Grant urged as he slumped down against one of the sofas, looking extremely pathetic.

Jake chuckled, "No thanks, pal." But he knew he wouldn't be able to resist Y/N's puppy dog eyes, especially when she was drunk.

"Go on. Have fun," Y/N pleaded. "Please, Jakey?"

He surrendered, only under the condition that she had to sing with him, which was fine with Y/N. She thought about saying no, but she had never been one to shy away from a challenge. Plus, she used to dabble in theatre in school. "All right. One song. Come on!" He pulled her up from the sofa to the microphones.

A loud "Yay! Yay!" came from Grant, who clapped his hands like a child on Christmas morning.

Before it started, he leant across and told her, "You be Aladdin. I'm the Princess," so that's how they proceeded. Despite occasionally getting the words a bit off, they made it through a not too awful sounding rendition of A Whole New World. Jake had quite a good singing voice. She wondered whether the crew knew that.

Beth would love that information.

Singing a duet had sobered them up a little, and they made sure Gary got home okay before crashing at Jake's house. They had to carry him all the way through the Air B&B that he stayed in, making sure he was tucked in with a bottle of water and painkillers were close when he woke up. Fuck. The headache they were bound to get was going to be hell.

Once he was sufficiently tucked into bed, they left and waited outside for their uber with the cool air prickling against her arms. Not even asking, Jake took his jacket from where it was tied around his waist and draped it across her shoulders. But, he was cold too. She could see the goosebumps on his bare arms so she turned around and ordered, "Hug me." She didn't realise until she saw his eyes widen a bit that she sounded like a spoiled child but honestly, this would keep them both warm. So he complied and wrapped his arms around her, letting his chin rest on top of her head. And he felt her relax into the embrace, melting against him. They stood there silently for several minutes, holding onto each other until the car arrived.

When they arrived at his house, they thanked the Uber driver and walked up to his front door. On the way, she tripped on a bit of uneven ground, but he managed to catch her before she fell. To ensure she didn't trip again, he quickly placed one hand under her knee and decided to bridal carry her the rest of the way. Lightly hitting him, she cheerfully protested, "Put me down. I'm not that drunk." It was true, she definitely wasn't drunk anymore. Just tipsy. But Jake was always ready to prove a point, so she let him carry her inside.

Once they were safely inside, he playfully dropped her on the couch then leaped into the air and flopped down, his head haphazardly landing in her lap and the rest of him sprawled out on the cushions.

"How are you still so energetic, Princess?" She laughed, carefully running her hand through his hair. He looked so adorable gazing up at her, every hand stroke calming him down further and causing him to sink deeper into the couch.

"Do not tell the crew about that," he responded, grinning at her so wide. "Beth will force us out for every single karaoke night until we die."

She giggled, resting her other hand over his heart, feeling its rhythm slowly slowing down. Her fingers traced circles on his chest and he closed his eyes, savouring this moment while he could.

Maybe she wouldn't tell them. She'd keep it all to herself and have it be their little secret. She liked the sound of that. A little secret just between them, a slither of information just for them.

Still, she teased, "I don't know if I can keep my mouth shut about such hot gossip. I might even tell TMZ." She gave him a devilish smile as he opened one eye to see if she was messing with him.

This made him giggle, and he replied, "I'll tell them all about your slutty dance moves. Kevin's face will be all like." He did the most over-exaggerated shocked Kevin face that he could muster.

Laughing, she slapped his chest lightly, "Hey! That is totally not funny."

Hip swaying made up around 75% of her dancing. When she was pressed up against him, it was like hell and heaven mixed into one for him. It took all of his willpower to not get a boner. Thankfully, he had some self-control.... only some.

Completely changing the subject, Jake inquired, "What was up with that Cosmo guy?"

"I honestly have no clue." She sighed, pulling a strand of hair out of her face. "He was persistent."

"Well, he was obviously taken by you."

"Who isn't?" she joked, laughing slightly at the absurdity of her statement as she ran her finger over the collar of his shirt, feeling the material rub against her skin. His eyes softened at her comment, a warm feeling spreading throughout his body as a soft smile appeared on his face. Did she not believe people could be interested in her?

Did she even notice how attracted he was to her? Or was she oblivious to it?

He gently grabbed her hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it briefly. "You know, if you want a sugar daddy, I'm right here. I'll get you anything you want."

She snorted, rolling her eyes at him. Was he serious? This was one of those Jake Martin moves she'd heard so much about. Without the alcohol he'd never had said that, she was sure of it, so she dismissed it. "I think I'll pass for now, Jakey. I'm content with hanging out with you for free." He smiled at her answer. 'For free'. Even if he wasn't Jake Martin™️ he knew she'd still spend time with him. That meant more than he ever could express.

As she ran her fingers along his jawline and cheekbones, she realised that couldn't stop. He looked so serene below her, almost like an ancient sculpture that was so pretty that all restraint leaves your body as you're filled with the overwhelming urge to swipe your hands across the smooth marble. Her breath quickened as she watched him; it was as if her entire world had slowed down as she focused solely on him.

"Can you order some food? I'm starving and too comfortable to move," he mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning into her hand.

"Of course, Princess." She selected her order on his phone, then accidentally dropped it on his head. With a groan, Jake sat up and rubbed his forehead. "Shit."

"Oh fuck, sorry," She apologized, brushing her thumb carefully over the place of impact, "I'm sorry."

"Well, the only thing to do now is to kiss it better."

The alcohol had given him the confidence to say that. He was so thankful for booze. She smiled widely and brushed her lips across his boo-boo. She had left a lipstick mark there and wiped it away as she inquired, "Better?"

"Uh, no, it is still very painful," He lied, his eyes widening. He didn't think she'd actually do it. Well, she'd done it once there was no harm in asking, "You might have to try again?"

So she did.

Their order came quickly, and they scoffed it down. During their meal, they settled back in to watch television, trying to decide what they'd eventually fall asleep to. It became obvious that they weren't going to stay awake long enough to even make it though half an episode. Their eyelids began drooping lower and lower as they continued talking animatedly, completely forgetting that they had work in the morning.

Once their food was utterly demolished, Jake threw the wrappers on the floor and brought his arms around Y/N, suddenly jolting backwards and taking her with him as he lay back against the sofa cushions with her on top of him. As his head hit the cushion, she automatically curled closer to him, wrapping her arm around his middle and laying her head on his shoulder. There it was again. That smell. She complimented, "We've been in a sweaty club and you still smell amazing."

It must be the alcohol. He thought to himself as he ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying how the strands caught on his fingers, tangling themselves together in a way that caused him to smirk. It was also a nice distraction as she shifted, placing her legs over his lap and settling comfortably against him. It just felt right to have one hand in her hair and the other clutching at her thigh. His eyes kept dropping shut for a few seconds but he forced them open when she nuzzled her nose against his neck so he could revel in the sight of her for just that bit longer.

Before she fell asleep, she took another deep breath, inhaling his scent again and mumbled, "So.. smell good. So good." After saying that she immediately drifted off to sleep.

Jake stayed awake for another half an hour or so, watching her sleep peacefully against his chest, occasionally tracing patterns into her thigh with his thumb. Eventually his eyelids started getting heavy as well and he couldn't keep them open any longer. Listening to her soft snores, he finally allowed himself to succumb to sleep.

Hangovers suck major ass. Jake had one that was so bad that he felt like he couldn't get out of bed. But had to. His alarm went off, and she quickly reached out to where she thought the sound was coming from to turn it off. Instead of finding the phone, hand came into contact with his temple. "What is it with you and hitting me in the head?" He grumbled, the smack waking him up. He reached back to his phone on the side table and turned it off.

"Sorry, Princess," she humorously apologised, nuzzling further into him to go back to sleep. He was warm and soft and she didn't want to move. Plus, the after-effects of alcohol caused her to have a dull pain in the frontal lobe of her head.

His fingers found her hair again and gently started playing with the small curls there. The sensation was soothing and he sighed contently. They both laid still in bed for several minutes until he mumbled, "We are going to have to get up soon."

"No," she whined, pressing closer to him. She wanted nothing more than to stay here, lying next to Jake like this forever.

"Y/N," he warned, lightly shaking her shoulders.

With a loud groan of "Five more minutes," she burrowed deeper into his embrace, holding him firmly against her, ensuring that he couldn't get up. She was not prepared to wake up yet. No, she would sleep a little longer.

When those five minutes were up, she groggily opened her eyes, squinting at the light streaming in through the windows. Her head was pounding, her stomach was hurting, and she was a little sore. Looking over, Jake seemed just about awake and had a goofy grin on his face, which wasn't as big as usual but still cute nonetheless, he asked, "How many shots did we drink?"

Groaning, she sat up and rested back against his shoulder, rubbing her temples and yawning, "I don't remember."

"Me either," he replied, stretching his arms up above his head. "I don't feel so good."

She could tell he was going through it after their night out. His forehead was creased and his eyes narrowed due to the light. He had a small phone shaped bruise on his forehead, but it didn't look too bad. Sitting up straighter, she reached out and gently massaged his temples as she said, "As your handler, I suggest you take it easy today. Okay?"

A small chuckle escaped his lips, and he said, "Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." A faint blush spread across his cheeks at her words as she moved her hand from his brow to the side of his face, gently running her fingers through his hair. Her voice grew softer as she spoke, "Let's go get something for the headaches, princess."

That was probably best. He nodded before standing up and holding out a hand to help her up. She gladly accepted it and stood beside him as they slowly made their way to the kitchen to down a glass of water and painkillers. "Better?"

Honestly, he appreciated her taking the time to check up on him, even though, technically, it was her fault. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine. You're hungover."

He deadpanned, "So are you."

"Touche."

Why would she use that word? He would have no idea what that meant. Thinking she was delirious, he retorted, "See, you're worse than me. You're making up words."

Stopping her hands, she started chuckling and let her head dip to his shoulder. It was adorable. He was just so clueless sometimes.

Next Chapter -> Hangover :(

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hyetiny · 4 years ago

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c// fem!reader, superhero reader, villain yeosang, lowkey enemies to fwb, top yeo, bottom reader, bodily scars + showing them to each other, mentions of violence, clubbing, drinking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), knifeplay, pain kink, choking, degradation, dirty talk, protected sex, yeo monster cock

please read the tags carefully, this may not be for everyone!

this is the longest thing i've ever written omfg. also i’m really proud of this, please don’t let it flop :’D

kang yeosang was the root of everything wrong in your life, you had decided.

he was like the annoying fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your ear on a hot summer’s day. no matter how many times you were certain that you had vanquished the city of the blight that was yeosang, the supervillain managed to come back unnoticed.

at this point, you were convincing yourself it was impossible to cease him from causing trouble. on shitty nights like this, you went down to the discreet nightclub, hidden away in a dark alleyway. whether you needed a good drink or a good fuck, the club was always there to provide.

“the usual?” the familiar bartender yunho asks, taking in your frustrated expression and slumped shoulders that he sees far too often.

“yep, a slouchy susan.” you roll your eyes at the corny names yunho would come up with, your mind wandering to the silly names he must have had for the other patrons. it was always comforting to have a chat with the friendly bartender after a hard day - plus, you couldn’t deny he was absolute eye candy.

“top it off, please.” you shift your glass back to him after downing it.

“put it on my tab, yuyu”. a familiar, deep voice comes from next to you.

you turn to see yet another unbelievably attractive man. he has blonde hair that grows just past his neck, his natural black roots starting to show through. from where you’re sitting on your rickety stool, you pick up on the hint of cologne that lingers on him. you’ve never seen him before, yet something about him seems eerily familiar, like you’ve seen him in a dream.

you shake off the feeling, instead deciding to chat him up.

“yuyu?” you giggle at his affectionate nickname for the barkeep.

“we go way back, it’s what his mother would call him when she’d drop him off to school. i guess it stuck”. the man smiles at you, visibly taking in your features and not breaking eye contact with you.

you’re taken aback by him, your heart thumping unusually fast for some reason.

“stop embarrassing me, yeo-”

the man clears his throat loudly. you must have missed something, because yunho immediately goes quiet and wordlessly hands your drinks - your ��slouchy susan” and a whiskey for the man.

“so if he’s yuyu, what are you?” you ask him.

“you can call me ryusang.” he says.

“y/n”.

the two of you lapse into easy conversation. you giggle at his lame jokes, and he does the same. you find common interests, funny anecdotes, blissfully letting the stresses of the day slip away with each word of the attractive ryusang.

soon enough, the dance floor grows crowded and the music gets louder.

“dance with me?” ryusang stands up, offering a hand. you take it gratefully, letting him drag you to the dance floor. it’s a mess of sweaty bodies, but you don’t care as you become part of it with ryusang. his hands find your hips, and you’re both falling into an easy rhythm, completely in sync with the trap music blasting from the speakers.

as expected, the space between you gradually gets smaller and smaller, until it’s practically non-existent. you’re shamelessly grinding against each other, joining the litany of couples who are completely up against each other. you pretend not to pay any mind to his noticeably growing bulge, instead deciding to tease him a bit by intentionally grinding up harder against him. this night was going right where you wanted it to.

“my place is near here.” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver underneath him.

“then we’d better get out of here quickly, hm?” you say in response.

since you had both been drinking, you decide to take a cab to his place. the sexual tension is rife in the air. you deliberately, teasingly lay a hand on his thigh, oh so close to his crotch, his face glowing red as it clearly riles him up.

when you get up the flight of stairs up to his apartment, and he fumbles with the key for what feels like minutes, you’re all over each other. the first kiss you share is nothing but messy - all teeth and tongue, nothing but complete lust for one another. he’s gently guiding you towards his room, until your legs hit his mattress. you break the kiss, only for him to gently lay you down, straddle you, and get right back to sloppily kissing you.

he undoes the buttons of your blouse without breaking the kiss, impressively with one hand. he breaks the kiss once again to take in the sight of your newly exposed skin. his eyes engulf the expanse of scars on your skin, some older and some looking to be very much recent.

“who did this to you?” he whispers in what seems to be a mixture of awe and anger. hesitantly, he runs a finger across a thin line that spans from your lower belly to your ribcage.

“you did, yeosang.” you say, deadpan.

he pauses, his heart dropping to his stomach. “excuse me?”

“did you think you were fooling me? seriously, why didn’t you pick a less obvious fake name?” you giggle. despite the vulnerable position you’re in, you clearly hold the upper hand, indulging in his shocked expression. you hadn't missed the bartender's obvious slip up of yeosang's name, and could never forget that deep voice of his that would always taunt you.

“you’re always screwing me over y/n. i didn’t think we’d end up like this”. he says as a smooth recovery.

you roll your eyes. “remember when you gave me this?” you tap at the scar. he shakes his head.

“two years ago. you were trying to get rid of all power in the city. i almost stopped you, so you pegged a knife right here.”

“if i was trying to kill you, the knife would’ve stuck.” he says defensively. “you got away with a scratch, only because i wanted that.”

“well, thanks for not trying to kill me, kang yeosang. i’m flattered.” you say sarcastically.

“well, you gave me something worse.” he strips himself of his shirt. to no surprise, his skin is similar to yours. a canvas for an array of marks and scars, most of which you recognize to be your own work.

you point to an especially long one on his collarbone. “that one was definitely me.”

“yeah, and it hurt like a bitch.” he says snarkily.

“well, now we’re both half naked.”

“nice catch.”

“well for convenience’s sake, we may as well get back to-”

his lips are on yours again, effectively shutting you up. you don’t protest - besides, it’s hard to when his tongue is in your mouth.

what you don’t expect is the cold press of something against your throat, which then trails down to your collarbones. it isn’t pleasant, but not uncomfortable either. it’s sharp against your skin, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

yeosang begins to press open mouthed kisses against your skin, alongside what you now see is a familiar knife in his hand. you begin to feel more vulnerable underneath him, knowing he had complete power over you. yet somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the man who has your life in his hands.

he undoes your jeans, letting out a low whistle at the damp spot forming against your panties. the flat side of the blade presses against your clothed core, earning a whine for him.

"fucking touch me already". you say through gritted teeth, despising that your mortal enemy has you so needy for him.

"am i not already touching you?" he says with a shit eating smirk. fuck him, you think. but that was exactly what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, you hear the sound of fabric ripping, and a sudden cold against your core, as though-

"i liked those." you say frustratedly, finding yeosang pulling away the ripped remnants of your panties away from your core.

"you look far better without them." is all he says before licking an experimental stripe up your already wet hole, earning a breathy moan from you. you don't have it in you to be mouthy when his tongue continues to tease your labia, eventually meeting your clit in what is the most heavenly thing you've ever felt. all thoughts of how much you hate the man currently eating you out are out the window as the pad of his finger presses against your clit, his tongue messily lapping at your hole as if he was just licking for his pleasure rather than yours.

your hips subconsciously grind up in tandem with his tongue, earning small moans from him as well.

"so fucking wet. do you usually get this wet this quickly, or are you just that much of a slut for me?" he chuckles.

it takes every ounce of self control not to flick him on the forehead. the degrading name catches you off guard, yet somehow it makes your hole clench needily. besides, you want what's hidden under the confines of his black jeans far too much to be mean to him right now.

"just... just fill me up, yeosang."

"i like you like this." he says with a cocky smile. it gives you butterflies, even though you know it means nothing more than just a spur of the moment thought. "beg for me a little more, and i'll think about it."

oh, the urge to punch him in the face.

"fuck you."

"that's the plan."

you sigh in frustration. "kang yeosang, my mortal enemy, fill me up with your monster fucking cock until i can't think straight." you say sarcastically.

surprisingly, it's enough for him. it seems you weren't wrong when you said "monster cock" his cock far thicker and longer than any cock you had taken recently. or in general, for that matter.

he must notice the way you gape at it, giggling to himself.

"cond-" you start, but he cuts you off by leaning over to his bedside drawer.

he shuffles around before he finds what he's looking for, sliding on the first condom he finds and coating himself in lube for good measure.

"ready? are you okay?" he asks, lining himself up against your entrance.

you want to roll your eyes, but you know he's just looking out for you. you give him a nod, and it's all it takes for him to push, breaching your wet hole and filling you up perfectly. you can't stop the high whine that leaves your lips. it's embarrassing, but yeosang seems to enjoy it, groaning into your ear.

"you're so fucking tight. expected you to be all stretched out like the whore you are." he whispers into your ear, embarrassingly only making you clench more around him.

you barely need to adjust, needing nothing more than for him to ruin you. his hips set a steady pace, grinding oh so perfectly against you. the tip of his cock perfectly reaches that sweet spot inside you, earning a louder moan for him. you'd be embarrassed with what his neighbours must be hearing, but it's the last thing on your mind when you have such a perfect cock stretching you out.

"fuck, my perfect slut. so nice and tight around my cock, huh? it's like this pussy was made to take my cock." he growls, his thrusts only getting harder and sloppier the closer he gets to his high.

"o-only for you." you cry out, gasping as he fills you up impossibly deep, over and over again. the coil building up in your stomach only gets tighter when his fingers find your clit.

the breaking point is when his lips meet your collarbone, leaving more kisses and tiny bites here and there. the sensations all over are too much for you. you cry out when your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, leaving you breathless. your orgasm triggers his as well, indicated by the long, pleasured groan he lets out.

you can't do anything but catch your breath as he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in the bin next to his bed.

"who knew that all it took was a good fuck to get you weak for me?" yeosang breaks the silence.

"shut up." you say weakly, still too breathless to properly argue back.

"maybe i will, if you make me."

needless to say, he keeps you up for a few more hours until you both fall asleep, the first rays of the sunrise peeking through the blinds of his window.

the next morning, you wake up groggy and exhausted, the drinks and activities from last night finally catching up to your body. to your disappointment, yeosang isn't there next to you, the other side of the bed empty.

of course, the asshole didn't have the decency to wait for you to wake up. reaching out for your phone, you find to your surprise that there's a sticky note on it.

“last night was fun, we should do it again. i've gone out to wreak havoc, so i know our paths will cross again soon anyway.” - your mortal enemy, kang yeosang <3

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0risha · 3 years ago

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✗ khan requested the prompt :: "i’ve never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we’re best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said" + getou THE BRAINROT IS REAL RN 😭 [ also sending u kithes mwah mwah <333 ]

✗ pairing :: geto x gn!reader

✗ xetou's note :: khan if you're seeing this ily muah muah. I forgot your new @ 😭 I could've sworn you just followed me lmfao. but thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it. sorry that it's a month late (─.─||）

"You've never kissed anyone before?" Geto cranes his head towards you, bewilderment written in his features.

"No." You shrug nonchalantly even though your body thrums with high harmonies of embarrassment. You bury your head further into your book but the words are a blur. To your dismay, only murky, undecipherable letters form.

"Why's that? You're not ugly or anything, far from it." His voice is gravelly, formally set. He truly didn't know the effect he had on you.

When you sigh and tense, the air grows stagnant, your best friend's gaze on you doesn't help. You refuse to meet it, you're convinced that if you were to meet his eyes, he'd probably let out a laugh.

Geto had probably kissed a surplus of people, he was more of a playboy then Gojo was — just more gentlemanly.

Before you can utter your words of reason, you sense him shuffle closer to you, the bed you're both laying on creaks in protest.

"Is it alright if I kiss you?" At his words, your breath hitches in your throat. You sneak a glance at his face to gauge his seriousness. Geto rarely ever did anything upon instinct — unlike Gojo — he was a logical thinker. Immature at times but never to the extent. (The extent being Gojo Satoru)

But when you note that he was indeed genuine, your mouth runs dry as you hiccup out an answer. "S-sure."

His eyebrows raise, almost as if your previous words weren't expected. With one last nod and a lick of lips, Geto inches closer to you. When he invades your space, you're suddenly thrown into a state of hyperawareness.

You nearly short circuit when you're reminded of how good he smells, it's a mix between being woody and cedar-like with peeks of citrus. Nonetheless, it's warm and familiar. Albeit, a symbol of friendship between you two.

A feeling of hesitance crawls within your chest as you slowly pull away. It'd been through a brand of cologne you'd gifted him for his birthday when he was still a first year, an entity to reference the bond between you two, a platonic one. Not this. Not a kiss. Kisses wouldn't mean anything to Geto but frankly, it made things awkward, you'd seen how things like these morphed in the movies.

Coincidentally, the ones you watched with him.

"Uh — Suguru?" His brown eyes flutter open and meet yours. He hums in confusion. "I-I don't think we should do this..." You'd treasure this friendship with delicacy, even if it meant furling your feelings into dust.

"Why? It's just a kiss." His head tilts once you turn away, a heavy sting piercing your chest as you curse internally.

Of course it was just another kiss to him.

Whilst you fiddle with your fingers, you're tempted to go through with it, to feel an inkling of what it meant to feel his lips on yours but you shake the thought away.

"Reasons." You purse your lips as an air of awkward silence settles over you two.

Sensing it as well, Geto rolls over and turns to leave but not before ruffling your hair. "I'll see ya later, I need to catch some Z's."

You wave back, a dull ache zapping through a specific area in your chest as you watch his retreating figure. "See ya."

When you hear the door click shut, you flop back onto your bed and cover your eyes with the palm of your hands. You will yourself not to cry then and there but your internal chants are useless. Your vision blurs as your eyelids tense, your chest pathetically heaving in. Small sobs stagger out from your lips as you stuff your face into your pillow.

Love was so damn annoying. For now you'd just focus on exorcising curses, that's all you were destined to do anyway.

It was harder said than done, you decide hours later as you peel your covers off of your body. The little hope Geto had planted into your mind had sprouted into something else entirely; snapping jaws from vines that seeked closure.

You'd maybe get a kiss in, pour out your feelings and call it a night. Crazily, you snicker into the dead of the night as you place your slippers on to your feet. Things like these wouldn’t end a friendship, right?

As you stand face to face with Geto’s door, you’re convinced that it most definitely could. If basking in the aftermath, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him, ever. The amount of students — or the lack thereof — wasn’t an aid to your growing anxiety.

“Y/N?” Your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. Did he somehow sense you at the door?

“I was just about to go to your dorm room.” He states, an almost shy look clouding his usual proud demeanor.

Your tongue feels thick as you stare up at his figure.

“Did you need anything?”

“Y-yeah. Uh–” You nod your head as you worry your lip between your teeth. “Just wanted to say that I kinda like you?” Your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets as you slap a palm over your mouth. Your eyes dart from his face to your feet.

“Oh yeah. Me too.” Skeptically, your gaze finally finds rest on his face.

"W-" you start.

"Y-"

You both laugh. His is hearty and causes your gut to tug. You had always liked his laugh.

"You go first." You point at his chest.

Slightly, he shakes his head and nervously rubs at his neck. “I’m not good with these kinds of things.” A curtain of hair falls from his futilely tied bun to obscure most of his vision. By your sides, your hands twitch. A want to run your fingers through his medium-length locks encasing your senses.

“Me neither.” You agree, shuffling side to side.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Your head whips towards him in shock, he places his hands up in defense. “I-I-If your okay with i–”

“Yeah, please kiss me.” Your words contrast with your actions as you're the first one to pull closer. His large hands find purchase on your waist whilst yours find it on his jaw. With closed eyes you brush his lips past your own.

They’re soft, just like you imagined. Deciding that it’s not enough, your hand inches higher to settle in his hair. You sigh as his lips finally slot over your own. The kiss is slow and endearing, almost dream-like. You wouldn’t put it past you, the dream-like feeling that is.

You take note of the soothing circles he plants on your back and his mint breath that mingles with yours.

Before the kiss can go any further, he’s pulling away. Though he doesn't move that far, his breath still fanning your face.

“For this being your first kiss, you're not bad...” His hands are still on your waist, his eyes digging into your shy ones. You identify the adoring look in them, you're sure that if he looked closed enough he could probably see the same through your gaze.

“Thank you?”

“You wanna touch lips some more?”

You snicker, his rare humor always shone through at the weirdest times. “Yeah, something like that.”

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liptonsbabe · 4 years ago

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years ago

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Possession

Chapter 2: Do the Right Thing

song suggestion: Divisionary (Do the Right Thing)- Ages and Ages

The gathering broke up pretty soon after that so things could get done. Alby and Newt started showing the girl around together while Minho went to collect his cot for her. Gally went to the gardening shed and started taking out some things to make room for it. His mind was blue as he scribbled white lines of architecture on it, preplanning what he could do that would be structurally sound, safe, and almost defend-able.

Alby said the bonfire was still on for that night so the boys could let out their excitement, but this was the first one Gally planned to sit out. He was going to get a working blue print, list the materials and put the steps in order, then he was going straight to bed so he could get an early start. He looked across the Glade and spotted her near the kitchen getting a snack from Frypan. He noticed that since she became more resigned to her fate, her expression had flattened out until it was like she had none. No emotions played on her features as she ate, listened to Alby and Newt and was blatantly ogled by boys everywhere.

She said something to Alby, he nodded, and she spoke again. Alby looked around and his gaze came to a halt on Gally, one brow raised in a mix of mild surprise and confusion. Gally tried to be nonchalant as he nodded to Alby, playing it off as giving him a sign it was going well, then he turned away, hoping he’d be left alone. His face felt a little hotter and he wondered what she might have said, but he wasn’t going to do anything to find out.

He stood at his work table, paper and pencil’s littering it as well as his dishes from dinner. He was doing the finishing touches by candle light when Alby came up to him.

“It’s weird not having you in the circle on bonfire night,” he commented.

Gally stared at him a little apprehensively, not used to him making small talk. “Yeah, well.”

“Listen,” Alby went on, leaning on his work table and peering over his sketches. “She asked to start her working rounds with the builders, she said that she should help since this is all because of her,” Alby said as he gestured at all the blueprints and lists on the table.

Gally froze. For one that was pretty shucking decent of her, but on the other hand he was not ready to babysit her first, probably not ever. “You told her no, right?” Gally asked him, trying not to sound hopeful but make it a firm statement.

“I tried,” Alby admitted as he rolled a pencil across the table. “I tried to tell her that it would be hard work and you’d be busy trying to get it done quickly, but she was pretty adamant that she do something to help.”

Gally sighed. It was admirable but annoying.

“Look, just give her something simple to do, something that will take her a while and keep her out of your hair most of the time, just let her do something. I think… I think she felt a little guilty about all the work you had to do for her.”

Right, girls had feelings. Gally hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, he wasn’t even complaining, he was just stating the facts and trying to convey the time restraints he’d be under to get it done in time for her to be comfortable.

“Alright, fine,” he mumbled.

Alby laughed. “Don’t be such a shank about it! Acting all mad that the first girl to show up picked you first.”

“She didn’t pick me,” Gally refuted even as he felt his cheeks go warm. “She’s just trying to be responsible. Which is something we need more of around here,” he said as his gaze roamed over the boys whooping it up at the bonfire. He guessed she wouldn’t be anywhere near that, probably went to bed early. After all, the first day usually came with a massive headache.

“Ah whatever man,” Alby slapped him on the shoulder before taking steps back toward the action. “I hope you don’t get too attached to her tomorrow, she has other rounds to make, remember that. You can’t keep her," his words reminding Gally of the rule the keepers made without her around to hear.

Gally didn’t even respond to that, he just turned back to his work and gathered up his papers in meticulous order and weighed them down with a rock before putting all his pencils and such away in their jar. He strayed to the bonfire for one drink, telling himself it was to help him get to sleep faster, knowing it was really to calm his nerves.

He was the only one up with the sun that morning. He didn’t wake up any of builders yet even though they deserved it for goofing off at the bonfire when they knew a hard days work was waiting for them. He took the opportunity to have some peace and quiet, time alone to really picture what it was he was going to do.

He thought he had picked a good spot for it, close enough to food and the bathrooms that she wouldn’t have to go far if she got up in the middle of the night, but far enough to avoid the sound of the kitchen and the smell of the outhouses. She’d get plenty of shade here without anyone being able to use the trees to get into her house.

Satisfied with the location he measured and marked off the area. Luckily he had been planning on building a house on stilts before this and set aside the things he’d need for it as they had come along. Pretty lucky, he thought as he ran a hand over his short hair, looking up at the place where her house would be, imagining it there in detail.

“Morning,” came a small voice behind him.

He was glad he hadn't visibly startled as he turned around and saw the girl sleepily rubbing her eyes as she walked up. For some reason he didn’t have a response to that, it felt too intimate to say ‘good morning’, he never said that to any of the boys, so he just nodded at her.

“This where it’s going?” she asked as she looked at the markers.

Suddenly Gally was questioning what he had been so sure of a second ago. “Do you not want it here?” he asked her, looking around, hoping someone else was awake by now so he wasn’t alone with her.

“Honestly that was a dumb question for me to ask, obviously that’s what’s going on,” she admitted as she gestured at the plot. “And yes, this is perfectly fine location.”

She was standing about three feet away from him, but they were otherwise shoulder to shoulder facing the plot and it took on this weird feeling that it was their project. A silence sat between them for a moment.

“I’m sorry you have to go through all this trouble for-“

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Gally cut her off, he kept his eyes on the plot even when he could tell she had turned to look at him. Why had he blurted that out so fast? “It’s just something that needs done, not like it’s your fault or anything,” he shrugged to try and keep it casual. He couldn’t explain why, but he didn’t want her to feel bad on top of everything else she must be feeling.

“Might not be my fault, but I’m still the cause,” she pointed out after she considered him for a beat. Then she placed her fists on her hips. “Well, where do we start?”

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I've started to make them a little bit lyric inspired but it's kind of hard atm because they're still strangers, but I think Divisionary with it's line of "Do the right thing, do the right thing, do it all the time, do it all the time" is SO Gally, so therefore it's his song this chapter as he tries to do the right thing for her.

Btw, since everyone in the Glade has a name given to them by Wicked, I was going to give her a real name instead of YN, so let me know about any historical figures you think she should be named after. In Garden of Heathen I named the girl Aussie after Jane Austen since she wasn't a genius but she had the highest emotional IQ, and then in The Reason I named the girl Nikola after Tesla.

If you want updates without following me you can always follow the tag "Will Poulter protection squad" because I'm pretty sure I'm the only one using it and from now on I'll put it in the fic tags.

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herstarburststories · 4 years ago

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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

Kinktober day 14: tattoo kink

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean's anti possession tattoo is your personal turn on.

A/N: I had my first college day today, so this came out a bit late. Which means, not a beta'd work! Also, tell me if you know the gif's owner.

Warnings: tattoo kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, nipple play, humping

You loved a lot of things about Dean Winchester.

His loyalty, his care for Sammy, his car, his fingers, his lips, his eyes, how good he was with a gun, his courage, his jokes, his adorable Scooby Doo underwear, his cooking, how tender he could touch you with blood stained hands.

There was a lot to love about a man who went through heaven and hell, like a good book with 500 pages— an exciting story wrapped up with a pretty cover.

In certain moments, all the you cherished about him would combustion like a supernova, and you two would end up exactly like now.

You, riding his thigh and moaning against his neck, while Dean grabbed your hips for dear life. All in the middle of the believed DeanCave— none of this was planned. But, in a hunter's life, plans were just a sweet illusion. A single vampire would turn out to be a nest, a deadly werewolf would just eat animal's hearts, and you two just cuddling up, while watching an Old West movie just happened to end with you pressed your heat against his thigh and whimpering like a horny dog.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Dean groaned, his usual gruff voice only making your pussy shiver more. God, couldn't he see that wasn't enough?

You winced, nails sinking in his shoulders as you moved your hips back and forth, looking for more friction. Anything that could give your wet pussy some relief.

“I need you.” You pleaded, hand falling to the collar of his shirt. Your trembling hands attempted to lift it, but you couldn't focus on much more than getting him inside you, or getting more skin, or more anything from Dean. You just needed him as much as you needed air. You had to touch him, every bone in your body told you do. “I need more.”

As usual, Dean seemed to understand exactly what he meant. Maybe because he was just as touch-starved for you as you were for him. Whatever, that didn't matter. The third apocalypse could be starting and it wouldn't matter. All that was worth being cares about was Dean throwing his shirt away.

You whimpered at the sight; your hot boyfriend half naked, flustered from all the dirty things you both had been doing, and his sexy tattoo right in front of your eyes.

You leaned in, not willing to waste any second, connecting your lips to his skin. You kissed him like a devout would worship a god; full of devotion, love, and desire for another blessing. Your kisses went from his chest to his nipple, gaining a slightly moan of Dean there — information that you'd keep for another moment—, until your mouth finally found the ink star.

It was so pretty, so manly. His tattoo didn't care any delicate trace, it was branded in a very visible, and just wrapped his bad boy persona perfectly. He looked so fucking hot like this.

You bit it softly.

Dean's lips parted lightly to let out a plea, “Y/N...”

His cock was hard, boner obviously on his pants and untouched. Yet, somehow seeing your obsession with his tattoo didn't make him frustrated, it would caused his hardness to ache longer, crying pre cum to be touched.

You were so sexy when you loved every piece of his.

“I always knew you had a thing for my tattoo, but not that much.” Dean said under his deep breath, holding your head away to watch you leaned in and kissing his tattoo. Your lips were magical, spreading goosebumps wherever they touched. You sucked on his tattoo, wanting to leave a hickey there. “God, honey. You look so hot like this, ridding me and kissing my tattoo.”

“Dean.”

The way you whined his names during intimate moments always threw Dean back in the wild. Something savage got good of him when you begged for his touch like this; as if you needed him as much as he needed you.

Yeah, the people he saved needed him temporarily. But all the girls, all the other people he had known through the years— neither of them ever matched him when it came to this. They didn't need or love him as much as he did. Not even Sammy seemed to need his big brother that much.

You, though? Years and years, you were still here. Contorting and crying only for his touch, his own sacrifice of heart.

Sometimes, he couldn't blame the ancient gods for wanting their loyal pious back. Not if they felt like this.

Therefore, Dean Winchester just allowed himself to lose control for a minute. Something that could only be described as a howl reverberated through his throat, as he grabbed your hips and placed you on his clothed length.

You both moaned at this. Dean could feel how wet you were for him, and you could experience the bulge on his jeans, only for you.

You started swirling your hips against his hardness, placing your head on his shoulder, needy moans leaving your body. This felt like heaven. Your skirt lifted, the friction of your soaked underwear on Dean's tough jeans, while his hands hurted your waist with passion.

“You're such a slut for my tattoo, huh? You are here, humping on my boner, and you are about to cry just because you can't see me tattoo.” He groaned, pushed you down his cock. Dean told you the rhythm through his hands, and you obediently moved back and forth. He licked his lips, glancing at you: your features contorted into pleasure, mouth open, and sweaty body. His. Only his. Still, your head was handing towards his chest, as if there was something there you were missing. “Look at my face. You better come just like this: untouched. And then I'll fuck your pretty pussy, fill you up with my cum— all while you watch my tattoo. Maybe I'll even let you ride me, see your pretty boobs jumping, while I fuck you. Would you like that, Y/N?”

“Y-yes.” Your body was shivering, fighting yourself not to shut your eyes and get lose in the emotion of belonging. You maintened looking into Deam's lustful green forest, moaning at each movement that rubbed your cunt the right way. And he was growling, pushing you to his crotch, enjoying the pleasure that rough, crude caress gave him.

“Come on, honey. Come to me. Don't you want me to fuck your needy cunt? To tell and show who you belong too? Keep rubbing against my cock and you will come, Y/N. I can't wait to get inside that pretty, tight pussy of yours.”

“DEAN!”

Your orgasm hit you like a comet, Dean's words getting in your veins as a venom. All your body knew how to do was to follow his orders. Your underwear was a mess like the begging mumbles that left your smart mouth.

Because you just wanted more from him. You wanted his touch, you wanted his love, you wanted his cock pounding you over and over again.

Dean held on the edge, trying his best not to come in his pants like a fucking teenager. God, that was one of the hardest things he had ever done— did you have any idea how hot you looked when you came, squirming and screaming his name? But he had to control himself. He wanted to come inside you, slide his thick cock inside your tight walls, get all warm, and fuck you like a real man would.

You were breathless, trembling a bit when your eyes found his again; you know the look on his face very well, and you couldn't wait for the promises to be kept through the night. You were ready for him to fuck you deep and come inside you, mark your pussy as his.

Dean Winchester was the tattoo on your bones, might as well be permanent on other places too. Even if only for the night.

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buck-buck-boose · 3 years ago

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I'll Love You 'Til I Die

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Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Language, violence

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: I am... so sorry for taking so long. I was not expecting the start of the semester to be so hectic. I can't promise I'll go back to posting as regularly as during the summer, but I can promise that I'm not disappearing. I promise. I WILL SEE THIS FANFIC THROUGH EVEN IF IT KILLS ME. Thank you for the kind words and support while I've been MIA. Enjoy a chunky chapter.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Little Saint Lottie

October 27, 1943

“I’m worried about her, Betty.”

“I know, Gladys. I know.”

Lottie couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten a full night’s rest. Days seemed to bleed into each other, with no slumber to distinguish today from tomorrow. It wasn’t long after arriving at Azzano that she realized that he wasn’t waiting for her. Bucky was gone. In his place, dozens of men awaited her arrival with sunken eyes and twitching lips that begged for relief, whether it be through a healing touch or a final blow to the head.

When the realization hit Lottie, there wasn’t much she could do besides throwing herself into her work; if she couldn’t help Bucky, the least she could do was help his brothers in arms. Although anxiety ate her up from the inside out, Lottie had confidence in Bucky’s abilities. He wouldn’t let himself die in some POW camp, he just wouldn’t. Because then who would take care of her and Steve? He’d fight tooth and nail to get back to them, she just knew it.

She threw herself into her work, rarely stopping long enough to have a proper conversation or a full meal; this bad habit of hers came to a halt, though, when she came upon a boisterous redhead in need of stitches. Lottie had been deep in thought while examining the gash above his forehead when the soldier cracked a grin and peered up at her without moving his head too much.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

Lottie shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Private—” she glanced at his dog tags, “—O’Connor.”

“Ever done pinup? Maybe I know you from one of those cheesecakes we’ve got hanging up.” The man— more of a boy really, with his lanky frame and jovial smile —wiggled his eyebrows and ruined her diligent work of cleaning the blood from his wound.

The question left Lottie flustered; the idea of dozens of men gawking at her scantily clad figure left her feeling mortified, “Certainly not! I find that my talents are better suited for healing.”

O’Connor nodded and inspected her face carefully as she went to work on his gash once more. “I’ve got it!” Lottie nearly jumped away from him when he clapped his hands together, “You’re Little Saint Lottie, in the flesh!” The boy crowed his revelation, earning him glares from the other men recovering in the medic tent.

Lottie nearly dropped the needle that she’d been preparing to thread, “Excuse me?”

“Ah, it’s a funny story,” O’Connor chuckled, “Y’see, Sarge had this little photo he’d take everywhere. Always had it in his pocket, tucked in his helmet, you name it. Wouldn’t let the damn thing go. Anyway, we stole it out of his fatigues one day while he was cleaning up in some river ‘cause we wanted to see what the big deal was. Once we saw it was some dame—” Lottie shot him a look, “—lady, we started yanking his chain about it. He was just about as obsessed with that photo as my Ma is with her holy cards, so when he finally told us your name, we dubbed you ‘Little Saint Lottie,’ patron saint of the one hundred and seventh. That kinda pissed him off, but it’s not like you’re his girl, y’know? Though he sure acted like you were.”

Lottie was speechless. About halfway through his story, her mouth had dropped open and her hands had fallen to her lap. Here she was, looking dumb as an ox, while the soldier in front of her chuckled with childish glee.

“Me and the guys would even ask for your intercession whenever the chaplain came by to pray with us. Poor guy had no clue which saint we were talkin’ about. We tried to give it a place of honor in the tent but Sarge made us run laps when he found out we’d nicked it again.”

O’Connor nearly doubled over in laughter as he watched Lottie’s expression grow in horror. “Well as I’m sure Bucky— Sergeant Barnes has told you, I’m no saint. I’m just a nurse. Now hold still, unless you want these stitches to be more painful than they already are.” Before she could stop herself, the question came tumbling out of her mouth, “Speaking of Sergeant Barnes, do you know—” she fumbled with the needle as she made the first stitch, “—is he alright? Did you see him?” The soldier let out a hiss of pain, “Yeah, I got a glimpse of him while they were takin’ him away. He was battered but alright. There’s no man quite like Sarge, I know he’ll be back. He’d fight tooth and nail to get back. That’s what he said at least, ‘cause he always went on and on about how you needed him and all that. He sure talked about you an awful lot for a guy who hasn’t even asked you to go steady.”

Lottie’s breath hitched at the final comment, the mere idea of going steady with Bucky reducing her to a stuttering schoolgirl. She began to tie off his stitches, “We’ve been best friends for over a decade, it’s perfectly normal to care for each other deeply without bringing affection into it.”

O’Connor shrugged, which jostled her arm slightly, “I’ve never heard a guy talk about his best friend like that.”

Lottie didn’t respond. She gave his fully sutured wound one last glance, “Looks like you’re all set. Now don’t do anything stupid to get it infected.”

He gave her a crooked grin and wiggled his eyebrows, Lottie nearly scolded him but held her tongue, “As you wish, Saint Lottie.”

Lottie rolled her eyes and moved along to the next bed, where another soldier waited with a smile just as wide. It seemed that these men had become pleased as punch to know their patroness had come to grace them with her presence.

The USO’s visit to their camp took Lottie completely by surprise. She’d spent so much time floating from one medic tent to the next that she’d ended up completely out of the loop of the camp’s other goings-on. It wasn’t until she saw the fully-erected stage in the middle of camp that she realized. Her heart beat powerfully within her; with Steve here, she would be one step closer to finding Bucky. One step closer to bringing him home. “They say he’s gonna be here in a few hours,” Mary beamed, obviously giddy to see the Star-Spangled Man up close and in the flesh.

Lottie returned her smile, though it was weak. The weariness was starting to catch up to her, making her feel much older than a youthful twenty-three. Her stomach was in knots with anxiety; she needed to get to Steve as soon as possible.

Betty stood with them as they watched the hustle and bustle of preparations, “I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones looking forward to seeing Captain America. All these boys care about is seeing a bunch of girls dancing for them on stage, not some hunk of meat in a red, white, and blue suit.”

Nancy, who had just joined the conversation, scoffed, “It’s quite disappointing how little you think of these men and their patriotism.”

Gladys rolled her eyes, “They’re still men, Nancy. Scantily clad women or a guy singing about war bonds? They’re gonna prefer the women.”

Several hours later, Gladys was indeed proven right. Although he’d been driven off-stage with jeers and taunts, Lottie was waiting for him with a warm embrace.

“Hey, Lottie,” She could hear the smile in his voice, she felt its warm timbre as it surrounded her and reminded her of home.

“Good to see ya, Stevie.”

Steve pulled away from her and gazed around the camp, a grimace growing on his features, “Things don’t look to good around here.”

Lottie nodded, a twin grimace gracing her lips, “The hundred and seventh started out with two hundred men. Now they’ve only got fifty left. They’re barely holding on.”

Steve’s gaze shot to hers the moment she mentioned the one hundred and seventh, “Lottie that’s— this is Bucky’s—” The desperate look in his eyes made her own calm exterior begin to crack.

“Stevie, I know,” she whispered, a lump forming in her throat and tears pricking at her eyes, “I know, and I’m sorry. He’s not here. They— Those bastards took him, damn them!” For the first time since arriving at camp, Lottie cried. She sobbed and clung to Steve once more, feeling every bit like a scared little girl from days gone by.

Steve rested his hand against her back, “I’ll get him out, Lottie. He’s gotta be alive and I’ll get him out.”

She shook her head and wiped the hot tears from her cheeks, “No, Steve. You’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.”

“Lottie, you know I can’t put you in harm’s way like that—”

“Steve. I’m serious. What do you think I was doing that whole time I was with the SSR? Yes, we were making the serum, but they nearly trained us to death. I can shoot, I can use my knife. I can’t let you go without me.” Her voice was starting to crack, “We have to find Bucky together.”

There was silence between the two of them until Steve finally conceded, a wary gaze in his eyes, “Fine. But you need to be by my side the whole time.” Lottie nodded her chest warming with hope. “C’mon, we need to have a conversation with Colonel Philipps.”

The two of them jogged to his tent with their coats held above their heads to shield them from a sudden shower of rain. They entered the colonel’s tent, looking comical with their wet hair and heaving chests. Around them, soldiers and officials paced to and fro, examining maps or signing off various forms. If Lottie squinted, she could just barely make out the words. Letters of condolences; heartbreakingly clinical letters of regret for the losses of these sons, these brothers, these boys.

“Colonel Phillips,” Steve began, “Are you planning a rescue mission? For the surviving prisoners from the Battle of Azzano?”

The colonel looked back at him with a straight face, “Yeah, it’s called winning the war.”

Steve’s blond eyebrows furrowed, “But if you know where they are why not at least—”

“They’re thirty miles behind the lines. Through some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save, but I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl,” before Lottie could protest, he shot her a glance as well, “and you’re just a nurse.”

Steve’s gaze on Colonel Phillips was cool, “I think I understand just fine.”

The colonel pushed past them, “Well then understand it somewhere else. Now if I read the posters correctly, you’ve got someplace to be in thirty minutes.”

“Yes sir, I do.”

Steve grabbed Lottie’s hand and pulled her behind him, “C’mon, we’ve gotta get going. You go get changed.”

Lottie nodded; her medical uniform would impede this mission so she’d need to wear the fatigues that the government had finally issued to them. Her heart raced a mile a minute as she scrambled back to the nurse’s tent to change. She knew that Colonel Philipps would be terribly angry once he found out she’d shirked her night duties, but her loyalties to Bucky took precedence. The recovering soldiers were left in the capable hands of her peers. She swore as she nearly toppled over while yanking her boots on; it was rather hard to get dressed in such a hurry. By the time she was ready and had exited the tent, she was met with the somber faces of Agent Carter and Steve.

“Agent Carter, what are you doing?” For a moment, she feared that they’d already been caught, that the SSR was already putting an end to their mission.

The other woman pursed her lips, “I’m here to help.”

A mere half-hour later and they found themselves in the SSR’s plane, headed to Krausberg, where the POW camp was located. Howard Stark called out to them from the cockpit, “We should be able to drop you right at their doorstep.”

Fear was starting to creep into Lottie’s mind and burrowed itself deep within her gut. She heard the conversation continue all around her, but she was still processing the daunting mission before her. She and Steve up against Hydra. All alone. Even Bucky had struggled against them; he’d lost to them in the Battle of Azzano. Bucky. That’s what worried her most. It’s what filled her with the most fear. If she and Steve got through the Hydra camp safe and sound only to find that he was dead, Lottie wasn’t sure how she’d deal with it. She’d probably go mad, in all honesty. She’d end up in some institution, crying over lucky pennies and charcoal drawings while being molly-coddled by some woman in white. How tragic that would be.

Before her thoughts could become any darker, Lottie was jolted back to reality by the sound of bullets against metal. Steve grabbed his shield and her arm, urging her to join him by the plane’s exit.

Agent Carter shot up from her seat, “Get back here! We’re taking you all the way in!”

He turned to respond, “As soon as I’m clear, you turn this thing around and get the hell out of here!” “You can’t give me orders!”

A smile grew on his face, “The hell I can’t! I’m a captain!”

Steve shifted his goggles and nudged Lottie, “It’s go time. When you see me pull the chute out, you do the same.”

Lottie nodded with a quiet determination, and together, they jumped.

Entering the base was painstakingly quiet; once they’d snuck into a truck and eliminated the guards inside, Steve and Lottie were left to mouth words and offer silent support through unwavering gazes. Once they’d safely passed the gate of the base, they exited the truck and swiftly dealt with any opposition.

Steve led her across the base with caution, giving hand signals when it was safe to turn a corner and sprint across a patch of unobstructed space. The two of them traveled with the shadows, avoiding any spotlights that could catch them in the act. Lottie scarcely felt that she could breathe, it was as if one exhale would reveal their presence to the multitude of guards.

Once they entered the main building, the two of them found themselves in what seemed to be a factory. There were giant sheets of metal everywhere and huge bombs seemed to surround them. Amongst them all, Hydra soldiers transported other metal parts and containers of glowing blue material. That did not bode well with Lottie at all.

Lottie spotted some guards walking to a lower level, jangling keys in hand. “Steve, they might be guarding the prisoners.” Her whisper was barely audible, fear keeping her from speaking any louder.

“The blueprints said they were below the manufacturing level. C’mon.”

They followed the guards onto a walkway that had large circular grates that cut into the metal, each forming the ceiling of small cells that the poor prisoners had been separated into. Lottie and Steve knocked the guards out and stole their keys. The two dropped to the same level as the cells and began unlocking their doors.

One of the soldiers gazed at them through the bars of his cell, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Steve panted from stress, “I’m Captain America.” He gave Lottie an expectant look.

“I guess I’m Little Saint Lottie,” she responded somewhat sarcastically, referencing the retrospectively comical nickname that was developed by the one hundred and seventh.

Some of the men cracked grins, “So you’ve heard our prayers, huh?”

“Loud and clear. Now let’s get you out of here, yeah?”

She tried to ignore the growing horror inside of her upon the realization that none of these men had brilliant blue eyes. Not a dimpled chin in sight.

“Is there anybody else? I’m looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.” It seemed that the same horror was growing within Steve.

A man in a scarlet beret responded, his British accent prim and proper, “There’s an isolation ward in the factory, but no one’s ever come back from it.”

“Alright,” Steve nodded, “The tree line is northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. We’ll meet you guys out in the clearing with anyone else we find.”

“Wait, you know what you’re doing?” “Yeah. I’ve knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times.”

Lottie couldn’t help but stare at Steve in amazement. Gone was that awkward boy from Brooklyn. He was a man now, a leader who could do anything he put his mind to. He’d grown so much, not just physically, but in his character.

While the prisoners worked their way out of the base, Steve and Lottie began their search for the isolation wards. Lottie tried to ignore the sounds of explosions and men crying out from below them while they traveled across metal catwalks. She could only hope that the cries of pain were coming from Hydra soldiers.

After turning several corners, they found themselves in an old hallway, surrounded by brick on both sides. They hurried down the corridor out of desperation; they knew they were running out of time. Lottie stopped suddenly when she heard a groan. It was close. She drew her weapon and dragged Steve into the room, her heart stuttering and her palms slick with sweat.

“Sergeant. Three-two-five-five-seven…” That voice. Oh, how she knew that voice; she loved it so. Lottie heard it whenever she found the time to fall asleep. It crept into her sweetest dreams but tore her apart whenever it wiggled its way into her nightmares.

Bucky lay in front of them, strapped down to a table; his lips moved ever so slightly as he repeated the same phrase over and over again.

She rushed to his side alongside Steve and nearly let out a cry of happiness. Had the situation not been so dire, she would’ve descended upon him with a bone-crushing embrace and great big sobs of joy by that point.

Lottie whispered a quiet, “Bucky?” His eyes were glazed over and his mouth agape, “Is that— is that—”

“It’s us, Buck,” Steve nodded reassuringly as he tore at the straps across Bucky’s chest. Bucky looked up at him, taking his face in,

“Us?”

“Me and Lottie,” he nodded, tugging her closer so that the two of them could be in Bucky’s field of vision.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, finally feeling whole again. She’d gotten her Brooklyn boys back. Bucky only looked back in confusion, “Little Lottie, she— she’s always been here. Always. Stayed with me the whole time.”

It was Lottie and Steve’s turn for confusion. Lottie brushed the hair back from his forehead to calm him down and ground him, “Bucky, I’ve been with the SSR this whole time. We’re here to rescue you.”

Steve nodded and dragged him off the table, “I thought you were dead.”

Bucky was obviously having a hard time processing everything that was happening, “I thought you were smaller.”

Lottie listened as the gunfire intensified, “Come on, we need to move.” Steve threw one of Bucky’s arms over his shoulder and the two fell into step behind her.

“What happened to you?” Bucky grunted out, pain etched into his voice.

“I joined the army.”

“Did it hurt?”

Steve was growing agitated, “A little.”

“Is it permanent?”

“So far.” Lottie huffed, “I’d sure hope so after all that effort I put into it.”

Bucky mustered out a befuddled, “Huh?”

“I helped to create the serum that made him like that.”

“So that’s why you left without saying a word.” Bucky’s tone was only slightly accusatory.

Lottie muttered a weak “Yeah.” They’d need to have a lengthier conversation once he wasn’t struggling to walk five yards.

As they crossed the catwalks to get towards the exit, the factory below them began to combust. Huge flames erupted from the metal contraptions and triggered explosions all around them. They hastily climbed the metal stairs to get to higher ground.

“Captain America, how exciting!” A thick German accent cut through the noise of explosions and gunfire. “I am a great fan of your films!” Before them stood two men; one was a short little fellow clad in a jacket and fedora. The other was tall and wore a distinguished Hydra uniform with its menacing crest emblazoned on his shoulder.

The taller of the two gave Captain America a once over as he strode across the catwalk that separated them, “So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still, impressive.”

“You’ve got no idea,” Steve snarled and punched the man in the face. The swift blow caused a blotch of redness to appear near his eye and a sinking feeling of realization settled into Lottie’s stomach. This was Schmidt, the monster who used the serum prototype.

Before she could say anything, Schmidt struck back and left a dent in Steve’s shield, “Haven’t I?”

There was a brief scuffle before Schmidt backed off while the other man pulled a lever, pulling the catwalk apart. With a grin, Schmidt began pulling at the skin of his face and revealed fiery red muscle and tissue beneath, just as Lottie had seen when she first began experimenting with the formula. “You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality, you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!”

“Then how come you’re running?”

Steve never got an answer. Schmidt and the other man had already boarded an elevator and left them standing on the catwalk, nearly helpless.

Another explosion went off, cueing the trio to leave, “C’mon, let’s go. Up.” Lottie instructed the men to follow her, though she wasn’t too sure how to escape the factory. All she knew was that they needed to keep ascending the stairs.

When they reached the top of the stairs, they were faced with a metal beam that led to a catwalk with an exit. It was terrifyingly slim, with only enough room to place one foot in front of the other.

“Ladies first,” Bucky murmured, “but I’ll be right behind you.” Lottie felt sure of herself knowing that at least she wouldn’t have to cross on her own.

She took a tentative first step, testing how well it would hold her weight. Lottie tried not to look down at the fiery pit below while she carefully moved along the beam. It was a comfort to have Bucky behind her with his chest nearly pressed against her back as he followed her every step. Lottie had just scrambled over the railing of the catwalk when a jarring explosion shifted the beam’s position and sent it careening downwards. She gasped in horror as Bucky leaped to grab onto the catwalk.

“There’s gotta be a rope or something!”

Steve stared at the two of them from across the pit, “Just go! Get out of here!”

Bucky slammed his fist on the railing, desperation tearing at his voice, “No, not without you!”

“Steve, please! We can’t just leave you here!” Lottie pleaded. Steve couldn’t die, not like this.

With a look of determination, Steve backed up and made a running jump to clear the gap between the two catwalks. An explosion threatened to swallow him up, but he made it over safely, although a little worse for wear.

Lottie and Bucky could only stare in amazement. Steve nodded to them both, “Let’s get outta here.”

Several ladders and a whole lot of dodging later, the trio found themselves trudging towards the tree line.

It was silent amongst the three of them; painfully, dreadfully silent. She decided it was time to break the silence, “Bucky, I—”

“Look, Little Lottie, I know you’re sorry, alright? And I forgive you. Even though you lied to my face and left without saying goodbye, I had a whole lotta time to spend forgiving you.”

Now that the fear of being caught by Hydra soldiers had fully subsided, Lottie allowed herself to let out a sob of joy and nearly threw herself at Bucky. She almost apologized for the force of her embrace since it was likely to hurt a man who’d been captured by Hydra, but he didn’t show any sign of pain. She’d need to remember that for later.

“I missed you so much, Bucky. I really did,” Lottie nearly whimpered. Gosh, she sure sounded lovesick. “I missed you too, Little Lottie.” His embrace was sure and strong, and with it, a flood of memories came back to her. Nights on her fire escape. A birthday evening spent swing dancing. A lucky penny slipped into her hand. For the first time in months, Lottie finally felt whole. Her heart that had been splintered into shards of pain and hopelessness had finally begun to mend itself back together. While she found comfort in his arms and forgiveness, she knew there were still so many words left unsaid; words that he needed and deserved to hear.

“Yeah, I missed you guys too,” Steve muttered, obviously peeved that he was being left out of their moment.

“Aw, come on, Stevie,” Lottie grinned and pulled away from Bucky a little to allow Steve to join their hug.

“And if I remember correctly, Bucky, I think it’s actually Little Saint Lottie now,” she grinned. While she couldn’t see his face at the moment, she just knew it was turning a gorgeous shade of scarlet, based on the sputtering coming out of his mouth.

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Robin — THREE

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Word Count - 4,800

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There was something different about letting her feet hit the soil under the circumstances she was currently in. Y/N was used to coming out every once and a while with the hunting team, but this. . .this was different. She wasn't about to stay near by and hurry back to the bunker before the hour was up. No, she was free. She could go wherever she wanted. She could go beyond the 'walls' that the hunting team had established.

And there was no better feeling than knowing all of that.

Y/N looked around with a soft smile playing at her features, closing her eyes for a moment to soak in the sunlight before opening them again and letting out a sigh of content. She turned to Joel after that, her smile only growing at the sight of the boy taking in his surroundings.

The girl had almost forgotten that her best friend hadn't stepped foot on the surface in seven years. Joel looked around as if he couldn't believe he was actually outside and Y/N chuckled softly as she watched him inhale deeply through his nose, his face all scrunched up in a way that she could only find adorable.

Joel's eyes shot open at her laughter, playfully glaring at the girl who just smiled before gesturing towards the map in his hands. "Where to, boss?" Y/N asked.

Joel stared at her for a moment, smiling softly at the way her eyes were squinted in his direction, her hand attempting to shadow her eyes from the sun. The boy cleared his throat and looked away, his hands fumbling with the map which he quickly opened.

Y/N walked over to his side, her arm resting against his shoulder while the two both looked at the paper with looks of concentration. "Where are we?" Joel muttered, his eyes flickering over the map confused. "Well, it's not super useful."

"Don't say that. Look right there. It says avoid that area because our lives depend on it. That's useful," Y/N tried to argue. "Besides, it's the best we could do with such little time since someone decided within a span of five minutes he was leaving the bunker for the first time in seven years."

Joel shot her a look and the girl just winked at him. Letting out a small sigh, Joel began to fold up the map before saying, "You've gone on hunting trips before. Which way should we go?"

Y/N was silent for a moment as she looked around, her finger gently tapping against her lips while she surveyed the area. Finally, she looked to Joel, the boy responding with a smile for they were finally going to start on their journey. However, it quickly disappeared as she said, "I have no clue."

"What? Robin," Joel complained.

"Joel," Y/N mimicked while the boy sighed and scratched his head.

"How do you not know? You've been out here plenty of times," Joel pointed out.

"Yeah, but Connor was always the one with the compass," Y/N explained, her voice softening a bit at the mention of her friend before she hardened and looked up at the boy. "And seeing as that compass is in a decapitated monster's stomach, I don't think I'm going to be very useful."

Joel sighed before looking around again, nervously biting his lip as he tried to decide which way was the best to go. "Okay, well, you know what? We know we gotta head west, right? Well, let's just. . .do that," Joel muttered.

"Wow. I never would've thought of that one," Y/N snorted earning a small glare from the boy.

"I could really go for some non-sarcastic advice right about now," Joel told her while the girl chuckled. "Come on, Robin. Which way should we go?"

"I'm telling you, Joel, I have no idea. Just chose a direction and we'll go with that, okay? I'll follow you whenever you go," she assured him, her words making him still for a moment before he let out a shaky breath and looked around.

"Start with something easy," Joel muttered before finally gesturing one way. "West," he declared before beginning to walk that way, Y/N trotting along behind him.

However, they didn't go every far before Joel was turning on his feet, his hands grabbing ahold of Y/N’s shoulders to turn her around and push her back in the other direction. "Nope, it's this way," he said. "West is this way."

Once again, they didn't get far before Joel let out a sigh and came to a stop. Y/N stopped as well and looked to her best friend as he glanced around. "Shit," he muttered making the girl laugh. Joel glanced her way and the sight of her smile mixed with the sound of her laughter was enough to make him chuckle too.

"Shut up," Joel laughed, gently punching the girl's arm while she just smiled his way. His heart skipped a beat at the action and Joel had to look away, his smile not as bright but still gracing his face. "Split the difference," he finally decided as he gestured forward. "We'll go this way. Done. First decision made."

Y/N cracked her neck before hopping into place beside Joel. The boy looked to her in amusement and she just flashed him that smile of hers.

"Let's do this."

- - -

Dear Aimee,

I am doing it. I'm really doing it!

Honestly, I thought it'd be way worse too. So far, it's not too bad.

Robin makes it easy. She fills the silence with some stories of past hunting trips she's been on. Not really what I want to hear while walking through the very place that holds all the monsters she's talking about. But it's kind of impossible not to get lost in the way she tells a story. She just gets so excited and there's this sparkle in her eyes that makes you want to listen to her talk forever.

We've seen a lot of signs of death, but no actual death, so cross your fingers.

Trying to stay positive. Weather's nice. Getting some fresh air. Spending time with my best friend.

What else can I tell ya?

- - -

"You should've seen the look on Tim's face," Y/N told the boy, her body shaking with laughter as she flashed a smile Joel's way. "But how was I supposed to know that cutting off the monster's head would make bile shoot out of the hole and onto him?"

"Gross," Joel laughed, shaking his head at the girl who just chuckled at the memory. "That's why Tim came back one day and showered for like an hour."

"Yeah. And then everyone got mad at him because he was using so much water," Y/N said earning another round of laughter from the two as they walked through a bus graveyard they had stumbled upon a few minutes prior.

A comfortable silence fell among the two at that point, small smiles still on their faces as they walked through the tall grass and looked around. "Oh," Joel muttered, his arm shooting out and in front of the girl as he slowly backed away from one of the buses. "Watch out. Monster eggs."

Y/N looked at what he was talking about and grimaced before looking around them. "Where do you think the monsters that came out of those eggs went?" she questioned, continuing to glance around while Joel went behind her and began to push her forward.

"I don't really plan on sticking around to find out," Joel admitted, pushing the girl the rest of the way out of the bus graveyard before joining her by her side once again as they approached what seemed to be the remnants of an old neighborhood.

"I wonder what our houses look like now," Y/N muttered, her gaze on the house in front of them that was overrun with vines and other greenery. "You think our things are still there?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe," Joel said, but his gaze was on the ground where he could see something red sticking up off the grass. He bent down to pick the object up, a small smile appearing on his face as he wiped off the grass and realized that the object was a frisbee. "Cool," he muttered causing the girl to look his way. His eyes flickered over the faded lettering as he whispered, "Wham-O."

The words had no sooner left his mouth before the familiar screeching of a monster filled the air. Y/N reacted without hesitation, her hands flying up to grab her katanas which she had by her side within a second.

"No," Joel whispered, the disappointment of already running into a monster after not even a full day on the road almost as strong as his nerves. He subconsciously took a step closer to Y/N who was still holding her katanas up in the air, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area.

"We should find somewhere to take cover," Y/N finally said after realizing the monster wasn't as close as she had initially thought.

"Run and hide," Joel remembered, nodding his head slightly. He looked around for a moment before gesturing towards the house. "Hide in the house. Hide in the house."

Y/N stuffed her katanas back into their sheaths before grabbing ahold of Joel's hand. "Come on," she whispered, dragging the boy forward while he quickly stuffed the frisbee into his backpack.

They hurried to the house as quickly and as quietly as possible, only letting go of each other's hand once they reached the door that was wide open. Knowing there wasn't much room to work with the katanas inside, Y/N reached for her crossbow instead. Joel did the same and the two shared a look before slowly creeping inside.

Y/N moved towards the kitchen, her crossbow up as she looked around. Joel was behind her and she didn't pay attention to him until she heard him begin to open something up. Furrowing her eyebrows, she turned around in time to see him opening up a fridge.

A loud screech filled the air and Joel slammed the door shut before backing up as quick as possible, Y/N moving to his side with her crossbow aimed at the fridge. She momentarily glanced towards Joe who gave her a nervous smile before whispering, "I think the food's expired."

Y/N rolled her eyes at that, but her lips tugged up slightly in amusement before she slowly nudged the boy out of the kitchen. Once they were out, the two took off towards the back door and into the backyard.

They both hesitated in the middle of the yard while looking to the house to see if the monster had ended up following them. Luckily, it didn't seem to have left the fridge, so Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and returned her crossbow to the hook on her backpack.

"Pro tip about surviving monsters," Y/N began, glancing towards Joel who looked her way. "Never look in a place they could be hiding."

"But that was a refrigerator," Joel argued, his eyes wide.

"Especially refrigerators," Y/N retorted before turning and beginning to walk away. Joel stood there dumbfounded as she left, trying to process why refrigerators would be such a big hiding spot for monsters.

A bubbling sound seemed to snap the boy out of his thoughts and he furrowed his eyebrows before glancing to his left and at a small pond. He could see small bubbles rising from one area and he let out a shaky breath before whispering, "R-Robin?"

"Yes, Joel?" Y/N asked, turning to look back, but she froze at the sight of Joel staring at the pond where not one, not two, but three eyes had popped out of the water to stare at him.

The two were frozen in place as a monster began to emerge from the water. It looked as if it were the mutation of a frog, it's body similar to the amphibian, just larger, grosser and with more eyes.

"Joel," Y/N whispered, reaching up to grab her crossbow. "Back up."

The boy didn't respond, a look of stunned terror on his face as he slowly reached for his crossbow as well. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the monster, his throat constricting at the thought of this already being the end.

"Joel," Y/N insisted, but it was too late. The monster's tongue was already shooting towards the boy, but something flew across the air and knocked him out of the way just in time.

Y/N didn't have time to look at what jumped at Joel and reacted quickly, pulling her crossbow out as fast as she possibly could and firing at the monster without hesitation. The arrow managed to land in one of the monster's eyes and it let out a roar that made both Joel and Y/N’s eyes widen in response.

"I think you made it mad!" Joel yelled causing the girl to look his way for the first time. She faltered slightly at the sight of a dog standing atop his chest.

"Is that. . .a dog?" she questioned, her eyes wide with shock.

"Robin!" Joel exclaimed, his voice bringing her back to reality in time for her to dodge the tongue attack that was now being thrown in her direction. The dog ran towards the monster without hesitation, putting itself between Y/N and the creature as it barked.

Joel was on his feet in an instant and attempted to run towards the girl who was trying to pull herself up onto her feet after having the air knocked from her lungs. However, he didn't get far before he was thrown against the wall by a hit from the monster's tongue. He landed with a loud groan, but quickly sat up as he felt something grab ahold of his leg.

"No! No, no, no. No!" Joel cried out as he recognized the tongue of the monster which had wrapped around his ankle. He felt a small tug and began sliding across the ground, a yell escaping his lips as he began picking up speed. He was just about to reach the fallen tree in the yard when he felt a hand grab ahold of his own. Joel's eyes flew upward and he yelled out, "Y/N!"

Y/N had her jaw clenched in concentration, her hand holding on tightly to Joel's as she propped her feet against the tree trunk in order to keep them in place. They could hear the dog barking in the background, but it sounded muffled over the sound of their beating hearts and their own voices.

"Robin," Joel cried, his eyes filling with tears as he brought his other hand up to desperately latch onto hers.

"I gotcha," Y/N assured him. "You're okay." However, it seemed she spoke too soon because the edge of the trunk broke and Y/N suddenly fell forward, the two now sliding across the ground together but with some resistance since the girl was clawing at the ground.

She managed to hook her hand into a small hole in the ground and glanced back at Joel who was yelling in fear before she attempted to look around. Y/N’s eyes landed on the dog that was still barking at the creature and then she looked at the monster before letting out a sigh.

"Joel, you gotta trust me on this, okay?" Y/N asked, her words making the boy look up at her confused.

"Trust you on what?" he replied, but then she was letting go of his hand and Joel began screaming as he reached for the fallen tree.

Y/N rolled up onto her feet before pulling her katanas out of their sheaths. She ran past Joel who was still sliding across the ground towards the monster and ran at the monster at full speed.

The dog must've realized she was attacking because it ran to Joel and bit into the monster's tongue right as Y/N launched herself into the air and sliced the katanas across the monster's face. The monster roared in pain and anger, it's head thrashing to the side and hitting Y/N with so much force that she went flying towards the fence.

However, during the monster's pain and anger, it had managed to let go of Joel who scrambled to his feet. He ran over to Y/N and was quick to help her up, the girl wincing slightly and shoving her katanas back into their sheaths before shaking off the pain once she noticed the monster attempting to pull its way out of the water.

"We need to go!" Joel exclaimed, his arm wrapping around Y/N before the two ran through the hole in the fence and after the dog. They managed to make it through the hole moments before the monster went crashing through the fence and Joel held onto Y/N tighter as they ran, both of their breathing ragged as they followed the dog to who knows where.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Joel yelled after the dog who continued to pick up his speed. "Where are you going?"

"He's not going to answer you!" Y/N yelled before watching as the dog ran into an old bus. "There!"

Joel followed her gaze and was quick to pull her that direction, his arm still wrapped around her waist all the way there before he shoved her through the door first and hurried in after her.

The dog closed the door right behind them and Joel looked at the dog impressed as he whispered, "Whoa. Whoa, that was so cool."

They could hear the faint sound of the monster growing further away and it was only when it was gone that they finally moved. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Y/N leaned back against Joel who wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let his head rest against her own.

"We're alive," he whispered.

"Barely," Y/N muttered, the two letting out shaky breaths as they attempted to slow their breathing down.

Once they had managed to calm down some, the two let go of each other and looked down at the dog. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N took a step forward and looked around. Inside the bus was a makeshift home of sorts, complete with a bed for both a person and the dog, clothes, some belongings, and numerous crafts lining the inside as if someone had spent the last seven years making nothing but decorations.

"Nice place," Joel commented, looking to the dog who was now laying on his bed. "Can we sit?" The dog glanced at him and Joel looked to Y/N who shrugged. The boy watched the dog hesitantly and made a move to sit down. When the animal didn't show any sign of disagreement, Joel fully sat down. "Thanks."

Y/N walked over as well, but she kneeled down in front of the dog who looked to her with big round eyes. "Hey there, buddy," she whispered, carefully holding her hand out. The dog looked to her hand and leaned forward, sniffing her fingers for a second before licking them. Smiling, Y/N reached forward and let her fingers brush through the dog's hair. "Thank you for saving us back there. Where did you come from, huh? You got a master coming back soon?"

"Robin," Joel whispered. The girl hummed in response and looked his way only to find the boy pointing towards some dishes that looked as if they hadn't been cleaned in a really long time. Y/N instantly put two and two together before looking back at the dog who was leaning into her touch as she scratched behind his ears.

"You all alone?" Joel asked, his eyes flickering over the dog before finally looking at Y/N who he couldn't help but smile at as he watched her interact with the animal.

The dog leaned back at Joel's words and Y/N sighed before standing up and sitting down beside Joel on the bed. "Yeah, us too. I mean, we have each other, but. . .you get what I mean," Joel explained while Y/N smiled softly and placed a hand on top of the boy's.

Joel smiled back and flipped his hand over in order to hold her hand and give it a small squeeze. Feeling content with the comfort his best friend provided him, Joel began to look around until his eyes landed on some graffiti on the bus that read 'Boy.'

"Boy?" he questioned, the name instantly making the dog sit up. Joel and Y/N both shared a look before Joel looked back to the dog. "Is that your name? Boy? Your name is Boy." The dog continued to look at him and Y/N smiled softly as she leaned against Joel.

"I'm Y/N," she said. "But this one right here calls me Robin."

"And I'm Joel," the boy spoke up. "But people call me Batman."

"They do not," Y/N snorted making the boy pout.

"No one calls you Robin," Joel tried to argue.

"You call me Robin," Y/N pointed out.

Knowing he was defeated, Joel looked back to Boy before nodding at the dog. "Nice to meet ya," he said. "Like Robin said earlier. . .thanks, uh. . .thanks for saving my life, Boy."

Boy lowered his head and Y/N just watched the dog with a small smile while Joel used his free hand to pick up a red dress that was lying on the makeshift bed. "Is this a dress?" he asked. However, the words had barely left his mouth before Boy was up and pulling the dress from his grasp.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Sorry," Joel said as Boy ripped the dress away and laid back down on his bed with the dress next to him. "Okay, I won't touch it again."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over Boy, frowning slightly as she realized the dress must've belonged to his owner. Thinking the same thing, Joel asked, "Was that your owner's?"

Boy didn't move and Joel glanced towards Y/N. "It's okay," Joel assured the dog. "You don't have to talk about it. Sorry."

"Did you. . .did you think one of us was her?" Y/N asked, thinking back to the way the dog had grown so protective of them. Boy didn't look at them, but he didn't have to. Y/N was pretty sure he had thought one of them was his owner coming back to him.

"I'm gonna lie down too," Joel said, letting go of Y/N’s hand to pull his backpack off. "Is that o—" The dog looked his way and Joel slowed his actions down. "No, it's okay. Just my backpack." Boy laid back down and Joel let out a small sigh as he set the backpack down. However, he paused as he glanced towards Y/N and it registered in his head that there was only one bed.

"I forgot there's only one bed. Here, you take the bed," Joel told her, already beginning to get up. "I'll just lay on the ground."

Y/N rolled her eyes and reached up to grab the boy's wrist. Joel hesitated and looked back at her while she just gave him a small smile. "We've been best friends for years, Joel. Just shut up and lay down with me," she told him. "Don't worry. I won't bite."

Y/N then gave him a small wink and stood up to take off her backpack and katanas, not noticing the way Joel's cheeks reddened slightly. Although, he wasn't completely sure why that was happening either.

With the bed obviously only being made for one person, the two both had to lay on their side. Joel got on first and leaned all the way back against the far side before opening up his arms. Y/N got in next and laid beside him, the boy freezing as she laid down before he put his arm down at his side not daring to hold the girl like he found himself wanting to.

Y/N was glad Joel couldn't see her face for she was sure she had a slight frown on her face at the fact that he hadn't even wanted to hold her. However, her thoughts were pushed aside as she felt the boy gently nudge her before pointing towards the ceiling where they could see a stuffed dog and girl pinned up next to each other.

"You know," Joel said, glancing over at Boy, "I had a girl, too, once. I mean, I have Y/N, but I'm talking about a different girl. Think you would've really liked her. Yeah, you guys would totally get along. She—She loves dogs. I mean, all animals. She's a big animal lover."

Y/N closed her eyes as the boy began to ramble, especially thankful for not having to face the boy as she listened to him talk about Aimee. Usually she was able to ignore what he was saying, but something about being this close to him, close enough that she could feel his warmth and the way his breath fanned against her neck, and having to hear him talk about another girl was more painful than ever before.

"I haven't seen her in seven years," Joel muttered after a moment of silence. "Long time. That's why I'm trying to go find her. I haven't told anyone this, but I'm kinda nervous about it."

Y/N opened her eyes at that, her face softening at the boy's words. It seemed Boy was touched by his words as well because he got up and plopped down right beside their bed, the dress still in his mouth. He closed his eyes and Y/N smiled softly before reaching down and petting the dog one more time.

"Goodnight, Boy," she whispered, Joel repeating her words while the dog let out a small whine before going to sleep.

A silence filled the room after that, but Y/N knew neither of them were able to sleep. She waited for a moment before whispering, "Are you actually nervous to see Aimee?"

Joel let out a soft sigh, his breath fanning the back of her neck before he whispered, "Yeah." He paused for a moment. "It's been seven years. What if she doesn't want to see me?"

Sighing, the girl turned around in the bed until she was facing Joel. Their faces were an inch or two apart and she noticed Joel's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but it quickly disappeared as he looked into her eyes and relaxed a bit.

Y/N’s eyes searched his own as she said, "Aimee would have to be crazy to not want to see you. You're one of the best people out there, Joel, and that was even before ninety five percent of the population was killed."

Joel smiled softly at that and looked down. "I don't know," he whispered, but the girl quickly shook her head before gently reaching out and forcing his chin up so he could look at her.

"You need to stop doubting yourself, Joel. You have such a big heart and are one of the kindest and funniest people I know. You're making one of the most romantic gestures just daring to take this journey to see her. If she doesn't want to see you, then there's something wrong with her. Trust me. All you need to do is stay calm. Everything will work out in the end," she assured him, smiling softly as she caressed his cheek once with her thumb.

Joel couldn't speak as he looked at her, his eyes flickering over her face for a moment as he tried to process all that she had just said. He couldn't help but notice the rapid beating of his heart. Seeing as it was feeling he had never experienced around the girl before, Joel pushed it aside as nothing but fear of a monster attacking while they slept. But still. . .there was something about the feeling that was familiar. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Y/N was turning around before Joel could think anymore about it, nestling into the pillow as she closed her eyes. "Besides," she muttered, "your ass dragged me out of that bunker and I'm not about to let you have second thoughts or I'll kill you before any of these monsters can."

Joel chuckled softly at that, his whole body relaxing just because of the girl's presence. He stared at the back of her head for a moment, his eyes trailing down her form before he reached out and slowly let his arm wrap around her waist. Y/N responded by leaning backwards and into his chest while the boy pulled her closer to him and let his face nestle into the crook of her neck.

Y/N smiled softly as her eyes fluttered close once again, a sigh escaping her lips as she whispered out, "Goodnight, Joel."

"Goodnight, Robin."

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elenajohansenreads · 3 years ago

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Books I Read in 2021

#83 - Shadowmarch, by Tad Williams

Mount TBR: 69/100

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Rating: 1/5 stars

Well, that was a slog.

So I have a history with this piece of intellectual property. I was introduced to Williams as an author in college (1998) because several of the friends I made my first year were big fantasy nerds--no surprise there--and I was perfectly ready to move on from my high-school-era love of less sophisticated fantasy authors. I borrowed The Dragonbone Chair from one of those friends and off I went.

So in 2001 when news about Williams writing an online serial went around, and I saw the $15 price tag...well, I was a perpetually almost-broke college student still, and sure I spent money on books, but that was a high gateway, because a) I didn't own my own computer yet, I was borrowing friends' or using the computer lab to write papers and such; and b) sure, a chunky fantasy novel might be $7 or $8 in paperback, but it was portable, easy to reread whenever, and nobody had tablets or smartphones or e-readers yet, so an online serial publication was definitely not portable. Even fifteen dollars seemed like too much for the inconvenience of a book I could only read sitting at a computer, and couldn't read all of at once.

I was genuinely angry about this shift away from the paradigm, and much like Williams vowing this serial was online only and would never be published traditionally (which I distinctly remember but don't actually have a source for) I too vowed that I would never read it.

I held out much longer than he did, if my memory of that claim is even true. But I'm wishing now that I hadn't bothered.

This is bad. Not even close to the level of quality I expect from Williams, based on the earlier Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn series, as well as War of the Flowers--which was weird but I enjoyed it--and the Otherland series, which was even weirder and not always good, but yeah, I still enjoyed that too, for the most part.

Who am I supposed to care about in this book? I'm no stranger to multiple protagonists, but there are simply too many here, meaning none of them get the development time they would need to be interesting. I'm trying to wean myself from the complaint that protagonists need to be "likable," because a character can be a jerk and still be interesting, but few of these protagonists are particularly likable either!

1. Barrick is a whiny jerk who folds under pressure and abdicates responsibility to his sister, and then makes a spectacularly bad decision for no reason other than to set up some tension at the end, and his future arc. If it's because he's "mad," bad plot reason, and if it's because he's affected by the more general shadow-madness, well, I guess he could be vulnerable to it like anyone else, but that's pretty flimsy too. 2. Briony is a fairly standard "if only I weren't a woman, people would take me seriously" princess who doesn't fold as much under pressure but is dealt a really raw deal. I'll give her credit, she does legitimately try her best to rule her lands, but she's also kind of a whiny jerk like her brother, too. 3. Quinnitan is...pointless. Sure, I see how the end of her arc in this book echoes those of the Eddon twins, but there is no direct connection between her plot and anyone else's. And I mean that literally, if there's anything that ties her story to any other single part of the book, I simply do not see it, it's buried in lore or foreshadowing that was lost on me amid the sheer weight of nearly 800 pages of plodding narrative. I read all of her scenes constantly wondering why I should care, and the fact that her arc is a very basic harem plot, "I don't want to be a token wife but really what choice do I have?" sort of thing, doesn't help, because on its own it's incredibly unoriginal. 4. Chert is marginally likable, because he's arguably got the most defined personality and most personal growth in the book, as a person of a "little" race who is distinctly not human--I get a mix of gnome and dwarf, with a faint whiff of Podling from The Dark Crystal--and who deals with an unexpected foundling by taking him into his family and trying to make it work, even when that foundling is really a big blank space in the story who still manages to get into trouble. 5. Captain Vansen gets points from me for being the guardsman deep in unrequited love, which is a trope I would absolutely eat up with a spoon. The problem is, the object of that love is a protagonist I don't care for (Briony,) leading me to question what the eff he's thinking that he can even admire her from a distance, let alone be in infatuation/love. And his plot arc is mostly "something goes wrong that's not really has fault but everyone blames him anyway." Which got dull.

Chert and Vansen are most of the reason this book gets a second star*, honestly. Chert's scenes with the Rooftoppers are generally pretty excellent, even if they're mostly tied to a plot arc that I don't care for.

The other thing that's getting me about this is that it feels like a deliberately grim-dark retread of Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn. You've got a castle that's the seat of current government but used to belong to the enemy--the enemy that no one is sure even exists anymore, that lives in a land far enough away to feel distant but also somehow close enough to be threatening, once people believe in them again. That castle is perched upon magically important ruins/caverns, and that enemy has forms of magic/communication that affect humans and can cause or appear symptomatic of madness. There's a race of small likable people who aren't quite dwarves or any other "standard" fantasy race, but are still somehow cute/appealing. There's a crippled prince who's not really well-liked. One of the primary female protagonists is a young woman who laments the limitations of her womanhood under the patriarchal feudal system of the world.

And to someone who's never read either of these series, that list of similarities could mostly read like fairly common fantasy tropes, and I forgive anyone who reads this review and thinks that. But I've read MSaT probably ten times all the way through in the twenty-plus years since I was introduced to it, and I feel like I've just been handed the same story again, with a thick coat of gray paint slathered on it and a few details changed--and those changes are basically always for the worse. No one in this story can be said to be a direct equivalent to Simon, who gets a very clear hero's journey, but if I'm supposed to slot Barrick in as a Simon/Josua mashup (that crippled prince problem) then it takes the entire book to get Barrick out of his comfort zone and on his journey, where Simon got booted from the castle at the end of the first act of the first book.

And that gets at the underlying problem that is at least partially fueling all other problems--this book is clearly just the first act of the larger story, and yes i know! that is what first books do! but this also doesn't have a lot of forward motion on its own, and it doesn't resolve anything aside from the mystery of a single murder at that happens near the beginning. Seriously, all other plot threads get kicked down the road with the "and now they're exiles" theme that the ending has assigned to most of the protagonists. Chert doesn't suffer that fate, but the ending of his story line--also the end of the book itself--is the foundling reasserting that he doesn't know who he is, which is not new information. We've literally not known who he is the whole time, except that we do find out who his mother is, but don't find out how he was taken or why he apparently hasn't aged as much as he should have or what the Qar intended by sending him back "home." The identity of his mother is basically the least important question surrounding him.

I truly feel like I just read a 750-page prologue, and that is not a good feeling.

*Yeah, I told myself this was a two-star book, but by the time I wrote the whole review, it's not and I can't pretend I still believe that. This is a one-star book. This is so bad I don't want to go on with the series, even though it almost has to get better, now that most of our protagonists are out on their journeys. And because it could hardly get worse, right? But this already took up so much of my time (I had to take a week-long break in the middle to binge some romances, as a relief from all this grimdark toil) and even though I've managed to collect secondhand copies of the rest of the series, and they've been sitting on my shelves for a few years waiting for me to invest my energy into them...I'm giving up. Not worth it.

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hikari-writes · 4 years ago

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『Boku No Hero Academia』

General Oneshot

❝ Broken Feelings, Drunken Nights ❞

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki & Todoroki Shoto

Warning: Lots, and I mean, LOTS of swearing

Genre: General

Words: 1.1k

Note;

(f/d)= favourite dish

Quirkless AU!

Bar AU!

Bakugou is the manager + the cook and Todoroki is (possibly the only) bartender

I might have had a little bit of fun with this? 🥺🥺 Am I gonna make this au a thing? Lol, probably? But if I did, poor baku and todo are just there like, looking at y/n getting hooked up with another guy skksks and i know absolutely NOTHING about bars and stuff so RIP

"Let's play a little game, eh?"

Monoma suddenly suggested, raising his glass of cocktail a bit. You and Kendo look at him in confusion. This can't be good, Kendo thought.

"Yeah, right. Whatever it is, you're drunk and need to stop. I bet what you had in mind is just gonna worsen Y/N's mood."

Kendo scoots closer to you in an attempt to protect you.

Your flushed face is already indicating you had too much to drink. Well, I mean, it's only natural after you've been cheated and dumped by your boyfriend. These two friends of yours are just accompanying you like the good friends they are. (Minus Monoma please. He's just there to mess you up more.)

"AAH?! You think I'm scared?! Come at me, ya lil' piece o' shit!"

Your drunk self is clearly not taking any of his shit and decides to accept his challenge, or game, I guess. You stand up from your seat and are quickly stopped by Kendo who grabs your shoulder and sits you back down.

"Y/N, NO. Don't!"

Kendo desperately tries to calm you down while Monoma cackles loudly behind her. Good thing you three are like the only customers at the bar.

This bar is your favourite place to hang out at. You're not that frequent to the point you get all friendly with the bartender or something. No, you just like how peaceful and calming the place is. When you aren't drunk, you would definitely enjoy the atmosphere but when you are, well...let's just say you're the reason the peace is destroyed.

The bartender and the manager are pretty quiet and reserved people. If anyone caused a ruckus, the manager, or Bakugou as his name tag shows, would kick them out the bar. Like, literally.

Consider yourself lucky that he never kicked you out just because he understands the only reason you would be a peace destroyer in his bar is when a certain headache called Monoma is with you.

"Now, now. This is a pretty interesting game. I'm sure this would help you get over your heartbreak."

Monoma leans in closer and whispers to the two of you while constantly glancing at the bartender and Bakugou who's busy doing their job.

"Y/N, you saw that bartender, right?"

Monoma asks and points to the bartender. You look over your shoulder and stare a bit at him.

The heterochromatic bartender with dual coloured hair. He has unbelievably handsome and outstanding features. When you first saw him, you thought that he's definitely a ladykiller. But looking at his reserved personality, that idea was completely thrown out the window.

"Yea, I'm not blind, dumbass. What 'bout 'im?"

You turn to Monoma again. He smirks and Kendo sweats.

"Oh no."

She thought.

"Well, why don't you try asking him out? And if you succeed, I'll pay for your drinks AND, if you did well enough, as a bonus, I'll go beat up your ex-boyfriend for you. How bout it?"

"NO. NEVER. NUH-UH! You can't! If you want someone to pay for your drinks, I will do it and even without asking, I'll beat the crap out of your ex-boyfriend so DO NOT play this stupid game, Y/N."

Kendo shoves Monoma away and turns to you with a very serious expression. You heave a sigh and turn away from her, facing the handsome bartender or as the name tag suggests, Todoroki.

"Hey, handsome, may I get a glass of water, please?"

You could almost hear Kendo screeching internally and Monoma laughing the….Monoma laugh.

Yes, you just intentionally slip in a compliment that could also be considered as you hitting on him but no, you aren't doing it because of stupid Monoma's game. You barely look interested and what's more, you're asking for water, which indicates that you want to stop drinking and get back home.

Another thing to note, Todoroki totally looks unfazed by your sudden compliment. He's definitely used to it.

"I ain't interested in creating any problem. I might be drunk but I'm not crazy yet. Aight, time to wrap up this session of shitty 'letting out your pent-up feelings' and go home."

"Here you go, beautiful."

Todoroki calmly says and hands you a glass of water.

You whip your head at him, your eyes wide. You didn't expect him to return your compliment. His face is as cool as ever, as if he never called you 'beautiful' just now.

You shrugged it off as you mishearing him but when you turn to Monoma and Kendo, they both look as shocked as you do just moments ago.

Monoma mouths a,

"Did he just call you beautiful?"

And Kendo just nods slowly.

The three of you took a glance at him again but he just gets back to his work like normal.

Silence fell over the place. You three are shocked and honestly just perplexed at the situation. Not knowing what to do, the silence became a bit overbearing for you.

"Finally done with your ruckus?"

You look up to see the manager, Bakugou, glaring down at you. This makes you jump a bit in your seat but your attention is quickly diverted as soon as you see a plate of (f/d) that he's holding.

He places it down in front of you. You look at him in confusion. You didn't order any dish. He gives an exasperated sigh when he sees your confused state.

"That's just a leftover I made. No need to pay. It's on the house."

With that, he went back to doing whatever he was doing before, leaving you more and more baffled by the sudden…'kindness' (you presume) that's been shown to you by these two bar workers.

Todoroki's sudden tap on your shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to him. He leans in a bit and whispers into your ear.

"The manager once said that a warm homemade dish made only with intentions of cheering up someone can actually warm their heart and chase away their sadness."

He then sends you a small smile, something that you could never actually think of seeing, before retreating back and continuing his work.

You look at Bakugou once again. He still looks as grumpy and angry as ever but after what Todoroki had said, you somehow can't help but to see him as something much softer. You look at the (f/d) in front of you. The warmth that it's giving is definitely not from any leftover, that's for sure.

You smile to yourself. Seems like you need to visit this bar more often, whether when you're stressed or not.

Meanwhile in the background, Monoma heaves a heavy sigh and takes another sip of his cocktail.

"Well, seems like I need to add 'beat up Y/N's ex-boyfriend' in my schedule for this week."

"And don't forget to pay for her drinks too."

Kendo says with a chuckle, sipping her own glass of alcohol all the while.

A/n: yes, no actual romance involved sksksks I'm sorryyyy but this is what came out of my brain at 1 am 🙈🙈🙈🙈

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