#~ Half Caged Screams - Slight Vent ~

[hazardsofspikesandnevadeans]

[ Nearly ten? Seriously? Nearly ten fuckin' nasty ass bots in the Madness tag I had to flag...

Ugh...I know there would've been more but the tag started to lag on me the farther I went...

Anyways, I need to slip off for the night despite just lurkin' like I normally do and replyin' to a small handful. Ya all know my ask is open for the gang. Ya could even ask the others about their fam. It's so quiet here otherwise...

Welp, with that just remember: Lizard loves ya all so take care of yaself. ;w; ]

[modx-reborn]

Dream Brainrot

Green teletubbie lives rent free in here.

Implied Smut, Minors DNI

“What I want is simple…”

You.

I was expecting as such, the look on his face mixed with the need to be completely alone for this confrontation had already told me what he would have wanted from me. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything and yet I cannot find any that would ease the tension.

Words have left me. I stared into those bright green eyes burning with something I would rather not address at this moment, and my heart fell silent. “Answer me, my dear,” a whisper tinged with a familiar smell of mint.

But I can’t will my lips to move.

As if stuck underwater, everything was slow and warbled as he moved, smooth hands against the chilled skin of my cheek.

“My patience is running thin,” yet my mind was blank and my eyes wide as I stared at him.

I can feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect me, but there really is too much hanging on this one decision. It sits there like an angry ball propelling me towards anxiety I just don’t need. The air is dense, the ground chilling, and I can hear water dripping in the distance.

“It’s just one word…”

The warmth of Dream standing so close should have felt soothing through my shirt and yet akin to the heating vent embedded above us none of the heat met my skin. With dream caging me into this chair and with no room to maneuver my way out, I find myself admitting defeat and whispering a ‘yes’.

So softly I had hoped he would have missed it.

He did not.

I had thought with how he had pressed that his need for 'companionship’ would have been what followed an admittedly reluctant acceptance, yet after I had agreed, I was dismissed. A nod is all I got from him as he pulled away, no words or grasping hands, no small pulls or pushes towards or away from anything just that smiling mask watching me go.

I will admit that I took every chance I could to avoid dream and his attentions, I even made a move into technos mountains after a month of avoiding the main SMP like the plague, but it has been a time and a half since that day, and still, he has made no apparent move towards demanding anything from me. Well until today that is, it was winter’s last gasp, the first week of spring when the wind bites the hardest and the cold stings everyone’s cheeks.

'A rather cold night to spend alone…’

Making my way back to my old home near the SMP, after his short call over the com’s, and so here I stand before my own door hand lifted to knock. Breath held with the hope that he might not be inside. But hopes and wishes often don’t come true and today was no different I knocked, and he answered the same smiling mask he wears on his face as he looks down at me.

With that damn mask still on, I can’t tell if he is scowling or has taken to a smug smile, “So finally you’ve come home, who knew all I had to do was tempt you with some warmth against the cold.”

“You know damn well that not why I am here. What do you want?”

The movement is sharp and quick, lean strength against chilled nerves? I had no chance of avoiding his grasp, I am finally able to see his expression as he pushes his mask aside. If looks could drip from one’s face this room would flood.

But with what emotion, I am not sure.

“I could kill you right here and now. So, I would be softer with my words hmm?,” my wrist is dropped, but not before I feel the slight drag of a finger against the veins, two steps and I am left by the door “I would suggest being a little more co-operative little bird-”

“Little Bird?”

“-Yes little Bird, you flee like one. Now,” The steps taken from me are retracted, and I am pressed to the wall by the door, “Do you regret agreeing to me? Does it echo in your mind when you sit alone? Trying to hide away in the snow with Techno….” the drag of callused skin against my cheek draws my attention for a moment before the press of a belt, and something just as hard beneath, is felt through my clothes, an arm looped around my waist keeps me in place.

“Tell me to do you dream of me?”

I know I’m anxious when I feel the stillness of the room more keenly in my eyes; it’s that tearless stage when the eyes take on a sheen. My fingers wrap around Dream’s hand, feeling how cold his fingers are compared to the warmth of his chest pressed to mine.

Silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground, yet one whisper brings shivers like bare feet on ice. “Do you think the taste of my skin will haunt you?” A kiss that could only be tempered with shameful enjoyment. Shifting sideways, I know what is coming and look away his hand reaches, thumb caressing my cheek, leeching warmth from me.

His lips brush mine. Not innocently, a tease, yet demanding. His lips are chapped, and I can taste the sharp tang of mint, as he pulls away I can feel more than hear the growl that follows.

“Will I be a nightmare to plague you or will this just keep dragging you back to me?”

Dream pushed himself away, empty air filling the space between us followed by the thump as my back hits the door. A moment to gather himself or a moment for me to escape? I have little idea, but before I could make a move, either way, a hand snags my wrist dragging me forward and further up an into my old home.

Pushed and pulled upstairs and into a darkened room as the hardwood and metal of the door is replaced with odd bumps and crinkling paper as I am corralled towards my old desk.

His arms caged around me, pressing against the cold desk, stacks of paper falling over and empty pens rolling to the floor, clattering in the silent air of the room. The heat from his chest burned my skin, so close I couldn’t tell if he was touching me or not. Was he gonna kiss me? What is going on in his head? His eyes are dark with lust and something else that lurks just behind that.

He shoves himself back looming rather than pressed close. “So cute-” his hand brushes gentle against my cheek “-I am going to enjoy watching you cry as I ram my cock down your throat.”

The scene of my lips wrapped around tan skin, nose buried in wry hair, eyes watering with the effort to take it all. It’s the sharp vision of white teeth and the rumble of a deep laugh that had me lost, I blink and moments pass by.

Dream’s hand had slid under my shirt and dragged away the loose fabric, a hand smoothly flowed up and fell to my chest. Somewhere between the thoughts of wrapping my lips around him and the press of his body to mine, I had lost whatever was screaming for me to not do this for now all that I could hear was the shaking of my breath and the pounding of my heart in places it is not.

Heat exploded up my neck. My body slumped against him, drinking in the smooth slide of his skin on mine. Nipples hardened in the chill of the room, and his thumb flicked, scratching the sensitive tip and sending a quiver down my spine.

Lips parted, and a moan caught in my throat.

“What a sight little Bird, barely touched you, and yet you are choking back sounds,” a growled remark from a man that should not make me shiver as I did. My eyes had fallen closed when he began, breathing short and sharp the sound harsh in my ears I had gotten too carried away, too lost in the moment that such little touch had gotten me so worked up. But it is the sudden press of warm skin to my chilling flesh and the sudden tilting of the world as I am dragged from the desktop to wrap my leg around dream’s waist.

A wall presses cold against my back, unforgiving wood behind me and a relentless man keeping me pinned to it.

I feel hot breath on my neck, then the brush of lips burning as they make contact. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent his other hand slides around my waist and pulls me close to him. His kisses are now along my shoulders and trailing downwards, I’m trying to be indifferent.

It doesn’t do to let someone with an ego like his know how much power he has.

[stressedoutcanary]

Hold On - Jason Todd x Batgirl!Reader [PART 3]

What this includes: Violence, a combo of angst and fluff, and just to be on the safe side I’d say language.

Word count: 3.1k

A/N😋: I am so glad it’s finally finished, now it won’t be sitting in my drafts staring at me all day. Also forgive me for any mistakes, half of it is written at 3 AM

Part 1 , Part 2

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“This is it”, you breathed out, stopping your bike near a bush making sure that place was obscure enough. You placed the helmet on the handle and hopped off the bike. After taking a few steps forward and scouting the area, you clicked your comms back on.

“O care to give me the layout of what I am getting myself into, ‘cause we all know the last time didn’t go so well”

“Nightwing said you might call me for backup and now I owe him 20 uggh! Anyways onto the problem at hand, I’m picking up a few heat signatures from the basement area and the schematics of the building indicate a vent on the other side which might help you get in.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

There was no reply on the other end and you assumed she was looking into it. To your bad luck, it was far from it. You heard an all too familiar grunt and mentally cursed yourself for forgetting that it was an open line.

“(Y/N), I thought I made myself clear”, Bruce’s modulated voice came through which low-key made you want to strangle him with your bare hands.

“Oh come on B! Didn’t Alfred teach you that listening in on other people’s conversations is bad manners”

“We are 10 minutes out you will not be going in till we get there”

‘Like Hell I won’t’

“Hello? B? Your voice is breaking up. I can’t hear you! there is some interference in the signal. Batman?”

“Don’t- ” you clicked the comms off before he could finish his sentence and breathed a sigh of relief. ”Note to self after what you just did, avoid showing your face to anyone in the fam for at least a week.”

Snooping around, you came across the vent Babs told you about and you smirked to yourself, “Bless those idiots who decided to make an excess amount of vents throughout Gotham, plus no dumbass to shoot open the lock on any door, huh I’d say it’s going pretty good for me.”

After going through a very, very dusty vent, you silently dropped down to floor behind a goon and cleared your throat to draw his attention. As soon as he turned around, his jaw was met with your right hook, making him plummet to the ground. Grabbing him by the collar you inched closer to his face, which was yet again fully covered by a white mask.

“Alright no-face, tell me where Pyg is right now”, you made use of your deep modulated voice, making the man dart his eyes towards the far right corner of the room. You knew what that meant and without wasting any more time, you knocked him out and scurried over, finding a heavy door at the end. Somehow managing to push open the door, you were faced with a circular stairwell leading down.

“Well Oracle did say she got heat signatures down in the basement.”, you sighed and started taking calculated steps, making sure to check for any traps. ‘Why keep only one person to guard your supersecret creep-house? Either Lazlo is way too overconfident or way too crazy... Probably both.’, you thought, wheels turning in your head, hoping to make sense of the situation. As you went down, you could catch a faint sound of music. ‘Is that Opera?! Well at least it fits his M.O.’

The end of the stairwell opened into a large room. You hid behind one of wooden crates as your mind swiftly accessed the grim ambience; Pyg was sharpening his knife swaying along with opera music playing in the background but Jason was nowhere to be found. Your breath hitched and your blood ran cold, it felt as if the world around you was spinning.

‘What if... what if it’s too late’  Crouching down on the ground with your back to the crate your took in several deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t think like that, not when you’re so close. You wiped the stray tear which escaped the tightness of your cowl and had trailed down your cheek. You tried to focus instead of jumping to conclusions.

You frowned upon noticing something odd on the wall in front of you, placing your palms on it, you gave it a slight push. To your surprise it paved way for an attached corridor which clearly didn’t come up in the schematics Oracle told you about. You slipped into the corridor, making sure that nobody saw you. Your feet froze for a slight second on the sight you were met with; cages like prison cells lined up in a row with people inside of them.

“The people who went missing”, you whispered to yourself, still reeling in the shock of it all. Upon hearing a familiar groan you sprinted across the pathway to the source, eyes scanning every inch of the person you found, the person you were here to rescue. You fumbled with the lock for a while, muttering curses under your breath until it clicked open. You dashed to his side and took a batarang out to cut the binds he was in.

“Jay if you die on me again, I swear I will kill you.”

“Been there, done that princess and honestly not a fan of it”, Jason croaked out, his reply came out weaker and voice barely above a whisper. It made your heart clench in a way it hasn’t in a long, long time. You lifted your head up, you gave him a soft smile, gently brushing off the matted hair on his forehead, 

“Jason I..”

‘Just tell him you love him you coward, It’s really not that hard’

“Jason I’m glad you’re okay”, you blurted out in way which was far from normal but he seemed way too tired to noticed. 

‘COWARD’

“How did you get free?”, he inquired, thankfully interrupting your internal yelling.

“I didn’t? I literally just walked in here to get you out.”

“But I thought-”, Jason looked utterly confused as he rubbed his wrists to ease the pain caused by the rope.

“Well long story short. You got captured. I was saved by Harley and Ivy, had a nice chat with them, and then I might have been responsible for Batman’s high blood pressure, and then I emotionally blackmailed Nightwing into giving me your location and then here I am”

“Wha...Yeah I will just pretend I totally understand whatever the hell you just said.”, Jason sighed, he tried to stand up but his feet wobbled and if it wasn’t for you catching him on time h would’ve staggered to the ground.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Mmhmm”, he hummed lightly leaning his weight on you. “Just a little dizzy, probably from the dehydration, It could also be because of the blood loss from the stab wound I got”

“The WHAT?!”, you looked at him like he was crazy.  

“Oh yeah I think I kinda forgot to tell you that the creepy dude tried to cut me open but my armor got in the way so he stabbed me instead and went away saying he had to sharpen his knife or something like that”, he started to slur and you knew you had to get him back to the cave as quickly as possible. You helped him get up on his feet, slinging one of his arms over your shoulders and wrapping one of your arms around his waist.

“Oh my God! Jay, you don’t just bring this sort of thing up in casual conversation!”, you shook your head and started taking small steps with him towards the way you came from. Suddenly a loud crash was heard followed by a couple of screams making the both of you share a nervous glance.

“What was that?”

“Only one way to find out”, you said as you walked through the door back into the large room. 

It was pure chaos, more like a free-for-all. Nightwing jogged up to you. 

“We did say we were 10 minutes out didn’t we?”, he gave you a bright smile and swung Jason’s free arm over his shoulder to help you support him better.

“Good, now since you are here, hold him”, you shifted Jason’s weight towards Dick.

“Hey-”

“Don’t even”, he glared daggers at his elder brother, “What are you even doing? I feel like a baby being passed around”

You ignored Jason’s whining in the background and fixed your gaze on the one person in the room who would soon face your wrath. The rest had already cleared up the goons and Pyg was the only one left. You narrowed your eyes and cracked your knuckles, making your way over to him.

By the time you reached Pyg he was already backing away from Batman and one murderous looking Robin, turning around he tried to make a run for it but was ultimately met with your fist, a sickening crack was heard and no one was quite sure whether it was from his mask, his jaw or both. Pyg was out cold and you shrugged at the duo in front of you while Dick and Jason made their way over.

“Remind me never to get on her bad side ever again.”, Jason whispered as both the boys looked completely terrified of you. You walked over to Bruce and held out your hand. He didn’t seem to catch the drift, for being the world’s greatest detective, he was quite dumb sometimes.

“The keys to the batmobile, unless you want Mr. surprise-I-got-stabbed over here to bleed out.”

After placing Jason into the passenger seat you hopped into the driving one. 

“Also there are people in the back, you know, the missing ones, so good luck with the clean up I guess.”, you called out before before closing the hood of the batmobile. 

You were on the road heading straight for the cave when you realized Jason wasn’t answering your questions anymore.

“Jason?”, you stole a glance at him and he was as pale as a ghost, “Shit!”, you yelled as you jammed your foot on the accelerator. 

•°•°

Jason woke up to the dull beeping of multiple monitors and by the looks of the place, he concluded he was in fact in the batcave. As he regained some control over his senses, he saw you sitting on a chair beside his bed. You were sound asleep but he could see worry etched on your face even in your slumber. Looking at you, Jason wished he had the courage to say what his heart felt instead he just went ahead taking your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze. You stirred awake at that.

“Hey! You’re up!”, you stood up abruptly and hugged him tightly. To him it felt as if you were actually afraid of what might happen if you let go of him.

“I told you I don’t do dying anymore. It sucks.”

You finally pulled away from him, a smile tugging at your lips. Jason glanced at your hand, taking it in his once again, he ran his thumb over your bruised knuckles.

“I knew you had a mean right hook, guess I just forgot how mean”, Jason said smirking at you. You didn’t pull away from him as he had expected in his head instead you just scoffed at the statement. 

“The next time you forget that, allow me to give you a reminder by demonstration Bird-Brain”, you called him by the name you often used back then. At first it was to annoy your very annoying best friend but then it stuck around but hadn’t used that nickname ever since he came back. You both realized that. A silence fell over the once playful conversation, his eyes found the celling and yours found your lap. After a while you cleared you throat to get his attention and he looked at you, his expressions were borderline unreadable.

“Jason I-I should go now, but don't worry I’ll get Alfred back here”, You got up and moved towards the door of the med-bay, scrunching your eyes shut you released a shaky breath.

‘It’s now or never (Y/N)’ 

“Jason when you get better, there is this place I have been meaning to take you to, with me of course.”

“Sure I’ll go”

“So tomorrow sounds good?”

“Tomorrow sounds good”, he repeated after you breaking into a grin. Your cheeks flushed and you had to take a sharp turn to hide the blush on your face. You mentally smacked yourself for behaving like a teen asking her crush out on a date for the first time. 

•°•°

The next night Jason met you on the roof of the Wayne tower.

“Please tell me this isn’t the place you wanted to see with me”, he chuckled behind you and you turned around to give him a quick hug.

“It’s not that bad of a place, plus I can throw you off here too if you get on my nerves”, you laughed at his faux scandalised face.

“You wound me”

“In case you forgot you are already wounded, drama queen, plus its your lucky day, this is not where we will be spending our evening. Just follow me and don’t get lost on the way”, you winked and jumped off the edge, him following the suit.

When you both reached the place you had in mind, the place Jason cherished when he was Robin, the expression on his face was priceless. It was like a mixture of awe and surprise with a hint of sadness.

“How did you find out about this?”, Jason inquired after a while of reminiscing. 

“Gee how indeed, ‘cause it cannot be the fact that I am detective who’s life is influenced by at least a dozen detectives and it’s most definitely not the fact that for me, you aren’t that difficult to figure out”

“Touché”

Jason chuckled at your usual playful sarcasm, his eyes were twinkling with something which felt more than just momental adoration and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile of your own. You made your way over to him, looking at the visible skyline for a brief moment, Jason watched as you sat down on the ledge with your legs dangling off, patting the space beside you gestured him to join you. 

“I have a feeling we’re gonna be here for a while, so might as well sit down and get comfortable”, you shrugged as he nodded and sat down beside you, placing his elbow on his bent knee. You both enjoyed the few minutes of comfortable silence, watching cars pass by below and the moon lit starry sky above.

“I am starting to see why you liked it here”

“Yeah...”

“Alfred told me”

“Huh?”, Jason looked at you dumbfounded, trying to process your words.

“After you...were gone, Alfred told me, he told me that this was your happy place, though I still can’t believe you had a favorite gargoyle”, stifling a laugh you somehow managed to continue, “Anyway so as I saying, ever since I found out about it, I used to come here every night when I got free from patrol, come to think of it I still do, sometimes”

You could feel his heavy gaze boring into you making you immediately regret bringing up this conversation. 

“Why?”, he finally inquired. You didn’t know whether to feel relived or be tense, but it was now or never, releasing a shallow breath you glanced at him, words flowing out on their own accord. 

“Even back then I knew everyone dies at some point and all we can do is try and find some meaning in it, in the memories they leave behind and I guess me wanting to be here, it was a part of me trying to do that and it made me feel somewhat connected to you so I kept doing it; Coming here, spending any time I could spare and leaving before the crack of dawn and before I knew it, it had become a habit.”

“So you did miss me”, he gave you a sad smile and wrapped his hand around your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze. 

“Of course I did you dumbass, I was best friend.”, you gave him a nudge and leaned your cheek on his chest, sighing deeply.

“The reason I avoided you after you came back was because I was scared”, you whispered, hoping it would sound less real that way. Jason pulled back a bit to take in your features and you could hear the strain in his voice, a hint of sadness in it.

“Scared of me?”

“Jason I wasn’t scared of you, I can never be, I was scared for you. I was afraid of losing you again. Every time you come back I lose you all over again and I am honestly tired of it and I thought that maybe if I kept my distance I--”

“Won’t get hurt again?”

“Yeah, something like that”

A moment passed where no one spoke anything, both of you running the scenarios of what might happen next in your brains. An idea clicked in your head and you abruptly got to your feet startling Jason in the process. Offering him your hand and a sheepish smile, you got him to his feet.

“I am tired of being scared Jason. I want this. I want us and for that I am willing to take a chance, are you?”, he stepped closer to you, his scent invading your senses.  

“For you (Y/N), anything. You should know that by now, plus I feel the same way, I have for a while now”, Jason breathed out as he pulled you in for a deep kiss leaving you dizzy for a while after you pulled away for air. Placing your foreheads together, you found yourselves grinning like idiots yet again in the two successive nights. Jason’s stomach growled, sending you into a fit of laughter.

“Hungry?”

“You really gotta ask?”, raising an eyebrow, he tried to look offended but ultimately melted against you as you pressed your lips on his for a brief moment.

“I know a place”, you murmured, lips brushing against his and before he could register what was happening you already had a grapnel gun in your hands, smirking as you jumped off the ledge.

“Last one there is a rotten egg hoodie!!”

“Hey! But I don’t even know where it is!”

“Not my fault Bird-Brain!”

Jason jumped on after you, smiling to himself. Both of you were thinking the same thing ‘maybe this was finally the start of a new chapter; something new, something scary and something beautiful altogether’

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Tags: @ladyperceval

[perspective-series]

Vampire Perspective (3/17)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Death threats, kidnapping, fear, blood, hypnotism

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 Logan, admittedly, was starting to worry. He knew Roman had gone out despite his warnings but it wasn’t like this was the first time he had done this. However, he should have been back by now and yet, there were no signs of Roman. Logan couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened.

 He watched through the vents as the human settled into bed before scanning to room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No boxes or cages and he certainly didn’t hear any muffled shouts. He doubted the human had found Roman but that left little idea in Logan’s mind of where he could be.

 He let out a sigh. Roman was really going to make him search the whole apartment, wasn’t he? He double checked his bag and the human’s room before stepping away from the vent and back into the walls. Roman better be in some real danger or he was going to get quite the lecture once Logan found him.

-------- 3 days later -------------

It had been days and Logan’s worry had increased tenfold during this time. He had searched the entire building twice and yet Roman was nowhere to be seen. He even watched the human during the day, just to be sure he didn’t have him and no, the human didn’t. Logan was really at a loss for where the other borrower could be.

At this point, Logan didn’t hold a lot of hope that Roman was still alive. However, this was Roman he was talking about. He was strong, even for a borrower and Logan knew he couldn’t give up quite yet.

But, with the building properly searched, that really only left him one other option. Outside. He loathed the idea but if it meant finding Roman then he would look around the outside of the building for his friend. Hopefully he would not find him half eaten by some rapid animal.

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Virgil sighed, circling the building one last time in his bat form. It had been a couple days since Patton found the borrower, and Virgil had been holding off on his meal in the hopes of finding one of his own. But, it seemed the little things were smart enough to stay inside. Drat.

Well, no use in putting it off now. Virgil flew over the street, spotting a human dawdling on his phone on a park bench. What he was doing was of no consequence to Virgil, the bat swooping down gracefully to land in the shadows. Virgil transformed, creeping up on his target from behind. 

A slight gasp came from the human’s mouth as Virgil plunged his fangs into its neck, holding his hand over its mouth to keep it from screaming. Virgil moaned, intoxicated by the familiar taste after holding out for so long. Vampires only had to eat once or twice a week, but even still this was a long time coming.

Virgil continued to drink, feeling the human go limp in his arms as the blood loss made it dizzy. Typical. Virgil drank his fill, licking at the wound so the saliva would heal the wound. Then, Virgil came around the bench, meeting the glazed over gaze of the human being. 

“You’ll remember none of this.” Virgil murmured, his eyes glowing more red than was natural. The human gave a small nod, before completely passing out on the bench. Virgil didn’t bother adjusting it into a more comfortable position.

Now full, Virgil took his time lazily strolling down the street, grateful for the lack of mortals. He was feeling uncharacteristically optimistic, and perhaps that’s why he decided to circle back to the fated apartment building. 

As Virgil reached the front steps, he froze. Was that…? Virgil gave a cautious sniff, confirming the scent now floating through the night breeze.

A borrower.

 Logan pushed against the underbush, looking around for any sign of Roman. There didn’t appear to be any so far. No footprints or dropped objects but he couldn’t expect it to be that easy. At least he had yet to find any shredded clothes, that was a good sign, at the very least.

Virgil crept around the side, the scent growing stronger as he approached the foliage. He kept his footsteps soft in the grass, moving as silent as the night until he stopped where it was almost overwhelmingly concentrated. This had to be it.

Virgil knelt, shoving the branches aside to get a clear view of his prey. “Gotcha.”

 Logan let out an undignified yelp as the bushes were suddenly ripped aside and a giant face loomed over him. Body tense, Logan wasted no time in turning and running away, hoping to reach the hole that led back into the house. How had the human even found him?

“Oh no you don’t.” Virgil growled, determined to not let it get away. With catlike reflexes Virgil pounced, easily gripping the borrower in his clawed grasp.

 “No!” Logan let out an involuntary shout as he was grabbed. He knew humans to be fast but that had been almost impossibly fast. He struggled in the grip despite knowing it wouldn’t work. His instincts forced him to try something, however.

Virgil ignored the borrower’s protests, squeezing a bit tighter to make sure he didn’t lose his grip as he stood up. This one had given him a bit of trouble- why couldn’t it had shown itself earlier in the evening before Virgil went and got himself all full? No way he could stomach a borrower now.

“Ugh.” Virgil groaned, realizing what he had to do. He shoved the borrower into his pocket, keeping an eye out for any prying eyes as he dashed off into the night.

 Logan went from being squeezed to being shoved into folded fabric that he could only assume was a pocket. His heart rate picked up as he felt the human run. Away from his home and away from any chance of finding Roman. He shoved against the fabric but he did it more for more room than to get out. Even if he managed, a fall from this height would surely kill him.

 How had the human even found him? He had been all but silent and he hadn’t even been aware of the human’s presence until he was pulling back the bush. It was...unnatural, to say the least.

Patton blinked, surprised to see Virgil arriving through the door instead of the window. He quickly hid his doggy bag of food behind his back. “You’re back early.”

“Uh, yeah.” Virgil was just as on edge, creeping around Patton to the stairs. He knew Patton would just try to convince him to let the borrower live- he also knew Patton had been keeping his own around still, but sooner or later Patton would get hungry.

“I’m just gonna- my room…” Patton gestured vaguely behind him, before dashing down the hall.

Virgil blinked. Well, at least Patton’s suspicious behavior kept him from noticing Virgil’s own. 

Virgil opened the door to his own bedroom, where he had fully embraced the vampire stereotypes. It was a dark and gloomy lair, just how Virgil liked it.

Virgil pulled out the borrower, getting a closer look at his find.

 Logan yelped and trembled in the grip despite his own wishes, However, his body froze as he finally met the human’s gaze.

 His eyes...they were a bright red.

 Logan was positive that was not normal for humans. “Fascinating…” He couldn’t help but comment, forgetting about his fear for a brief moment.

Virgil blinked, not expecting that reaction. “...what?”

 “It’s just, well...your eyes.” Logan spoke, once more forgetting who he was speaking with. “They are red. Not an ordinary human color for sure. It’s possible you could be wearing contacts but looking closer, that doesn’t appear to be the case.” Logan hummed in thought as he continued to stare into the red eyes.

 “So...either you have a birth defect or...you aren’t human.” Logan hypothesised.

“Of course I’m not human.” Virgil snarled, showing off his fangs to remind the borrower who was in charge here. “My eyes reflect my lust for blood, growing more powerful when I’m sedated with that aromatic essence.” Virgil gave an emphasizing sniff, raising the borrower higher. “And I’ll give you one guess who’s my next morsel~”

 Logan yelped as he was brought higher and his mind went back to the fear as soon as his captor had snarled at him. His mind, however, still put the pieces together. “Y-You’re a...a vampire.”

“Yeah no shit, Sherlock.” Virgil spat, and if it weren’t for the soundproofing on his walls Virgil was certain Patton would be scolding him for his language.

 “B-But that isn’t possible. Vampires and such creatures don’t-they don’t exist.” Logan stuttered, his body going back to trembling. 

“People say the same thing about you.” Virgil retorted.

 “I...well...I suppose that is a fair point.” He supposed, to humans, he was also some sort of mythical creature. He thought back to the vampire’s threat earlier.

 “Wait, are you...are you planning on consuming me?” He asked, fear clear in his voice.

“Yup.” Virgil grinned, popping the ‘p’. “You sure are slow at catching on.”

 “B-But I would hardly satisfy any sort of hunger.” Logan tried to reason. “I would be less than-than a snack to you. Surely that cannot be worth it?”

“Even as just a snack, the taste alone would be worth it.” Virgil gave a pleased hum, able to hear just how that little heart pounded. “But borrower blood is some of the most potent in the world. It’s said to be more powerful than any human, and ten times as delectable.”

 “Wh-What? How? That’s...That makes no sense…” Logan trailed off, looking down in terrified thought. His mind was racing just as much as his heart in trying to wrap his head around all this.

“Maybe it’s just all that concentrated magic keeping you alive.” Virgil shrugged, lifting the borrower above his head to dangle. He opened his maw. “I don’t make a habit of questioning the logistics of a midnight snack.”

 Logan kicked his legs as his eyes went wide. “No! Stop!” He twisted and turned every which way, uncaring if he fell from such a height as long as long he got away from the vampire’s mouth and sharp fangs.

“Stop what?” Virgil let out a dark chuckle, feigning a yawn as he closed his mouth. He had to admit, it was fun messing with someone so small.

 “D-Don’t eat me, please.” He never thought he would have to worry about something so human eating him. An animal, most certainly, but not a human. Of course, this creature wasn’t a human, so that logic really flew out the metaphorical window.

“Aww, don’t worry, I won’t eat you.” Virgil brought the borrower back down, a dark gleam in his eye. “Tonight, at least. I already had a meal more filling than you’ll ever be. But, in a few days when the hunger pangs return…” Virgil licked his lips meaningfully.

 A few days...Logan only had a few days left to live. And then he would be eaten by this monster.

 Logan had to figure a way out of here. Somehow. In the meantime, it might be best for him to learn as much as he could about vampires. And this one in particular. “How…” He swallowed down his nerves. “How did you even find me?”

“Your scent.” Virgil put a clawed nail underneath the tiny chin, tilting its head up to inspect further. “It’s impossible to ignore. That, and Patton found your little friend a few days ago. Wasn’t exactly difficult to realize more of you were lurking around.”

 Logan’s eyes widened. He had been intrigued by the scent information but all that flew out the window at Virgil’s next words. “N-No…” It couldn’t be...all this time Roman had been caught by a vampire. It had been days already, which meant…

 The other vampire must have already gotten his fill. Logan shivered at the thought.

Virgil smirked, knowing where the borrower’s mind went but not bothering to correct it. Hopefully, for Patton’s own good, that would soon be the case. Borrower blood was said to permanently increase a vampire’s strength. Because Patton rarely fed on humans, he was quite weak as far as vampires were concerned. Virgil worried for him, but now a solution had fallen into their laps. One way or another, Virgil was determined to make Patton drink his fill, and maybe get a little of his own as well. 

“Now, just where to keep you quiet…” Virgil prowled his room, already having his eyes set on his prize. It was a Victorian bird cage, one Virgil himself had used back in that era to keep a pet owl when it was all the rage. It had sat empty for many decades, but Virgil figured it was time it got a new occupant. 

Virgil creaked open the door, giving a good puff of air to clear off some of the dust. It didn’t really matter, considering it wouldn’t be used for long. Satisfied, Virgil dumped the borrower into the cage.

 Logan groaned as he hit the ground with a hard thud. He slowly lifted himself up, looking at his surroundings and at the very old birdcage. He wondered exactly how old it was. He turned to look at the vampire again. “Please...Please, don’t do this.” He said but, honestly, he was probably better of talking to a brick wall. The vampire probably didn’t have any sort of heart or feelings other than hunger and malice.

“Cute puppy dog eyes you’ve got there.” Virgil commented, looking unfazed as he turned the key in the lock. “Might even work if I had a soul.”

 Logan deflated, falling into a seated position as far from the vampire as he could get. For the first time in a long while, he had no idea what to do. And with the knowledge that Roman...that Roman was gone, it made it even more difficult. If Roman, the most charismatic borrower he had ever met, couldn’t charm and convince his way out of being eaten...then what chance did Logan have?

“What’s the matter?” Virgil gave the cage a tiny shove, watching it swing slightly. “All the fight left you already?”

 Logan held onto the bars at the slight swing in order to keep his balance and he glared at the vampire but didn’t say anything. What could he say?

“...pity.” Virgil sighed. Whatever, it didn’t matter if the borrower decided to be all boring and lifeless. It would probably make him easier to eat in a few days. 

Virgil turned his back, mulling that over. It might be even harder to commit to that after seeing the borrower in his room for a while, but Virgil would just have to stand strong. Weakness is what made him hesitate last time, too. He couldn’t be weak, not in this kill or be killed world. 

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Shame on you, making me hurt poor Stan he doesn’t deserve this treatment

inspired by Cypher Wheel of Misfortune 

It’s All Fun and Games Till......

Stan’s stomach churned, he might as well be strapped to that blasted wheel. That steady clacking getting slower and slower, his stomach flipped. common keep it together Stan, you can take it. To think he used to enjoy game shows, in a kind’a mindless half paying attention kind of way, with the bright lights and goofy sound effects, the ham-handed showmanship.

He focused on his family, they were watching him, he had to be brave, he had to hold on. Ford would figure out how to save the kids, Stan just needed to buy them all some time. Pay attention Stan, Cypher had made some crack about the last punishment, Stan took a steadying breath grinned at his tormentor “I don’know, Bill I think another bath might be refreshing”

Bill lets out a high-pitched cackle, “you rouge you, figures you’d walk off drowning like a champ” Stan had nearly drowned a few times before this mess, it was nothing compared to the pain of actually drowning.

Afterward when Bill brought him back, the pain of the water being forced back out of his lungs and stomach, it had felt as if his insides had been on fire. Stan twirls his cane keeping up the caviler act, even as is heart hammered against his rib cage as the wheel slowed. “You know me Bill one tough son of a…” Stan caught a glance at Mable “Gun” tears were streaming down her face.

It had been her team this time, she had almost made it to, but in that final stretch the last pillar had collapsed and that stupid little egg had plummeted into the chasm below. Stan suspected Bill had cheated, but what could he do about that, at least Mable had made it, at least she was safe. He smiled, a real smile, not for the lights, and cameras, not for the psychotic nacho, a smile for his grand nice, for his family. Stan would go through hell for them, he would walk threw fire tap-dancing and laughing all the way, and that’s what he was going to do now.

Silence.

Stan’s heart plummeted into his gut as he was yanked backwards and pined to an angled table. Bill was laughing, he hovered over Stan gloating one of his hands hovering over his face. Not for the first-time Stan noticed how sharp those black claws really were as they traced the tender skin under his right eye. Reflexively Stan begins to struggle to try and twist away, Bill grasps his chin locking his head in place. Bill lifts Stan’s glasses, “what do you think Maceral?” Bill purrs, gently he traces a finger around Stan’s eyes “should I take the right one or the left one”.

Bill’s body is blocking the cameras, and his voice is too soft for the microphones, this is just for him, just for Stan. Tears are welling up in Stan’s eyes, he can’t hold them back, he’s so powerless, Bill lovingly wipes away a tear “now, now, none of that, we have a show to do,” pain sears threw Stan’s brain as the claws dig in.

Stan convulses in pain as Bill dose his work, stubbornly Stan bights down on his tongue and swallows his screams of pain and panic. The world threw Stan’s right eye goes red, and the darkness.

Stan came to just as his bonds released him from the table and his slide to the ground, he struggles to stay standing as he trembles uncontrollably. Something hot and thick was running down his face, he couldn’t see out his right eye, in shock Stan lifted his trembling hand to his face.

Bill was talking “Don’t worry folks! Our co-host is doing just fine!” Stan can feel his tiny stick hands patting him on the head “Right, Stano?”

The deal, he has to keep up the act, “Right” his voice is to shaky, what’s he going to say, I’m doing great you fucking psycho, doing dandy dick head “I’m f-” feeling fan fucking tastic, “feeling completely fine…”

It isn’t his vice! it isn’t his words!

His one remaining eye goes wide with horror as his face is pulled into a too wide grimace of a smile, but it isn’t his. His family is watching pail with fear and terror, Ford is screaming, Windy and Roby holding him back as the flails and threatens. He can feel the tears mixing with his blood. He took my eye, Bill just fucking gouged out my eye, and me made my family watch, he made the kids watch, framed it like it was their fault.

“we’ll be right back after this commercial break” and the cameras blink off, the screens go black, and Bill grins at Stan triumphant “I think that went really well”

Stan doesn’t think he just lunges “YOU BASTARD, I’LL RIP THAT STUPID FUCKING HAT OFF YOUR HEAD AND CRAM IT DOWN YOU THROUGHT”

Blue glowing chains leap from the floor rapping around Stan pulling him to his knees, tears ran unrestrained as he ragged at Bill. “THEY’RE KIDS BILL!!!! THEY’RE JUST FUCKING KIDS”.

The chains tighten, until Stan is gasping for air, Bill floats in front of Stan a smug crinkle to his eye “you done yet” Stan strains, the chains burning him as he struggles “easy Stano, I know it feels good to vent, but I can’t have you going back on live air like this.”

Stan snarls as Bill pats him on the cheek “now Stan calm down, I can’t go on without a co-host, and if you can’t do it I’ll have to find a replacement” Stan freezes “Shooting Star has the right kind of energy, but I think Pine tree would be able to add some intellectual commentary what do you think”

“don’t you fucking touch them” Stan growls

“Then pull YOURSELF THE FUCK TOGETHER” Bill morphs into is towering red demonic form, “IF YOU CAN’T HOLD UP YOUR END OF THE DEAL, I HAVE NO USE FOR YOU”

Stan wilts slumping in his bonds, he nods “I…I’ll pull it together” Stan swallows the ash in his mouth, he needs to sell it “…….sorry” the chains fall away and Bill shrinks down to his friendly happy yellow form.

“good” he pats Stan on the cheek again, “now go get yourself cleaned up, a new round is about to start” he turns to leave.

“can…can I see them please, no lights no cameras, just a few minutes, that’s all I’m asking for is a few minutes with my family” Stan hated how pathetic he sounds, but he needs to see them, to talk to them, for real, just for a minute.

There’s a dangerous edge to Bill’s answer “that wasn’t part of the deal”

“please” it’s whisper a desperate plea.

“tell you what” Bill turns back to Stan with a too cheerful smile “behave, like the good little puppet you are, and MAYBE, I’ll let you have a little treat” I slight red tent colors Bills glow “know be a good boy, and change your shirt,” he turns to the Henchmaniac acting as stage manager, “watch him, I’m taking five”

As Bill storms off 8-ball studies Stan, he sees the trembling old man sitting on the flour, looking small and fragile on the massive darkened set. He snorts this pathetic flesh bag isn’t going anywhere “I’ll get you that fresh shirt, you better not have ruined that one” he snarls as if Stan had any control.

Stan is left alone, the big man peels off the glittery golden monstrosity of a jacket. He pops open the first button of his blood stain shirt, his fingers brushing the collar locked around his neck, the one his ridiculously massive bow tie hides. One button at a time he exposes his harry chest, covered in new healing wounds, burn makes, gaping wounds brutally cauterized, any one of these wounds should have been the end of him but Bill wasn’t done with him yet, wasn’t done with his family. He needs to stay strong, take the brunt of the punishment. “I’m trying Ford, I’m trying to keep it together,” He lifts a trembling hand up to the empty socket of his right eye “please, Poindexter, hurry up and save the kids,”

As he feels the persistent ace, the emptiness where there shouldn’t be one he crumples, weeping, in pain, scared, helpless, and very very alone “I don’t know how much more time I can buy you”.

In my head this is were Stan starts to crack, he’s withstood a lot up to this point snarking at Bill and being Cavalier about the punishments driving Bill nuts with his stubborn abstinence, but even tough sons sons of guns reach a breaking point

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Bts Hybrid AU — Bunny Breath Chapter 2

WARNING — this chapter is from Jungkook’s point of view and his head is pretty messed up at the moment you know, there will be mentions of past abuse, allusions to rape and murder, among other things nothing too graphic like at all just mentions but still— if that bothers you skip this chapter ok? I don’t want anyone getting upset! If you feel like I should add any warnings tell me pls.

Also the first chapter is HERE

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Jungkook felt heavy. And nauseous. He could hear the sniffles of other hybrids and even slight chattering of the ones not to depressed to talk around him. The bunny hybrid wrinkled his nose, curling up more tightly in his, admittedly small cage. His head was pounding as he gazed around the dim room, cages were stacked neatly in rows, all of them the same size leaving several larger hybrids curled up into awkward cramped positions. The room was astonishingly clean in spite of this and smelled a bit like chemicals. jungkook could see the shiny white tiled floor through the thick metal bars of his cage. A small female tiger hybrid across from him was counting distractedly under her breath, adding numbers in a dizzying way that only serves to make Jungkook’s head pound even more. “2 plus 2 equals 4 plus 4 equals 8 plus 8 equals —“

Jungkook whined — a bit shrilly admittedly — tugging his ears harshly until sharp jabs of pain spread through his scalp all the way to the base of his spine. Struggling not to shift around to much, lest the heavy metal collar around his neck scrape against his already rubbed raw and bloody skin. Besise him was another cage containing the only other hybrid he knew — well had seen around before. A submissive Arctic fox hybrid that went by the name BamBam. Jungkook didn’t know his real name — or care. Like him the fox hybrid didn’t like to go by the name their master had given him. Jungkook’s own name wasn’t much different from his original but it was still his own name. Likehim the fox wanted something that belonged only to him. That something being his name.

Unlike him, the other hybrid looked half dead, he wasn’t moving, he wAs lying in a heap at the bottom of his cage, and he was barely breathing, Jungkook arched away from the fox’s cage as he caught the soft whisper of fever floating from the other hybrid. Not surprising. He was pretty sure all fox hybrids were sensitive to metal — and being wrapped in chains was probably killing BamBam.

Barks and yelps of surprise rang through the room as the door was flung open and a tall bulky man strode in, he leaned down and unlocked a cage containing a badger hybrid and dragged the poor boy out. Jungkook wanted to cry along with the other hybrid as he was dragged from the room. The badgers disappearance informing the rest of the hybrids that they were about to be sold. Jungkook shoved his ear in his mouth to muffle his sniffles, his eyes sliding closed as the soft pain from chewing and nipping at the long appendages almost pulled him into a false sense of security. He completely ignored when the pain begin to get more sharp, the metallic taste of blood slowly mixing with the fuzzy flavor of his fur. The compulsion to tug and chew on the long appendage overriding the pain. Everything was warm and fuzzy, the suckling settling the bunny hybrid into a sort of helpless headspace where all he could really do was drift peacefully in his own mind. A temporary escape from reality.

It all ended to quickly. Suddenly his cage door along with BamBam’s was being thrown open and as they dragged the fox hybrid to get prepared he felt a hand roughly rip his ear out of his mouth and drag him up and out of the cage painfully to where the metal of the entryway scrapped harshly along Jungkook’s back. Brutally ripping the hybrid from his headspace.

“What the hell did I tell you about that damn sucking Jeongguk?” As usual, Master Chen’s voice was scarily composed, no inflection or true sound of anger to be heard in it. Just a steady nothingness, no emotion. His grip on Jungkook’s jaw was so tight Jungkook nearly screamed , frantically straining against it — he felt like his jaw was going to be crushed. Master Chen shook him roughly causing Jungkook to actually start to cry, soft little sniffles escaping as he forced himself not to let out a sob.

“No one wants to buy damaged goods. If you don’t get bought tonight because of this — I’ll give you to Daehyung.” Jungkook went unnaturally still forcing his brain to focus at the words and finally registering the sharp stinging pain flowing over his body from his neck, his back, his ears, his jaw. Daehyung, panther hybrid. His masters actual pride and joy. He froze at the memory of his last interaction with the panther hybrid, limbs locking as ice spread through his veins.

“I’m sorry Master. It won’t happen again Master.” He whispered, voice hoarse from disuse, and ducking his head as Chen finally released him, curling his shoulders in to an almost bow, arms carefully locked behind his back. “Please forgive me Master. I didn’t mean to Master, Jeongguk was just so nervous about displeasing Master and —“ He was forever grateful when Master Chen told him to shut up. Jungkook hated having to talk like that. As if he was a child or some robot — as if he was worthless.

Of course you are you idiot. Stop lying to yourself, your being sold like a pretty bracelet at an auction. Don’t try to convince yourself that your better than you are. Jungkook shuddered at the sound of the nasty little reminder in the back of his mind. Faintly agreeing with the little voice. He was worthless.

“Get him presentable. I have to go sell Kunpimook.” Master Chen ordered before striding off. Jungkook winced as a strong looking woman grabbed the chain attached to his collar and dragged him to another room with clothes and makeup and such. As she stripped him naked briskly and began cleaning the scratches on his back before rubbing numbing cream roughly into them, all Jungkook could think was this was his worst birthday he had ever had yet. And that was saying a lot.

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It was all a cloudy rush, the stage, being turned this way and that like he wasn’t even human — which he wasn’t, Jungkook knew. The lady had given him some type of calming pill, telling him he’d need it and the bunny’s pupils were blown wide, he was so out of it he didn’t even feel it when Master Chen tugged up the tank top he had been dressed in and messed with his admittedly fluffy tail to show it to the audience. Which never happened. Jungkook’s tail was one of — if not the most sensitive parts of his body. Normally even clothing brushing the fur wrong left him feeling itchy and uncomfortable. He didn’t see who finally bought him, nor the price he was bought at. He barely registered as he was lead into a hospital looking room. He could hear confusion in the man who was holding a chip injectors voice as Jungkook’s new owner said in a soft voice that no, he didn’t want a chip to be implanted into Jungkook.

It was the first thing that broke into the bunny hybrids drug induced haze — a loud chittering noise escaping him as he curled in on himself with a terrified wail. He knew what happened to hybrids that weren’t chipped, they were usually used to the point of not even knowing their own names, then unceremoniously shot point blank in the head. He struggled a bit as he was lead out of the room by his new master and a couple of men holding his chains. It wasn’t until he was being put in the back of a Hybrid carrier car that the drug began to wear off. He blinked as he was settled on something very soft.

“We need to hurry Namjoon and get to the clinic. The fox has a severe allergy reaction to the iron collar those bastards put him in and the antibiotics I have him on can only do so much.” A man with dark black hair anounced leaning out of the drivers window of the car. Jungkook was completely frozen in fear as he stared up into the angular face of a very handsome man with soft almost peach colored hair. His eyes were just as soft looking as his hair and he looked almost pained as they flickered over Jungkook.

“At least let me get this collar off of him first. It’s making him bleed.” He whispered. Jungkook could barely comprehend that. His collar? Off? No. No, no, no, NO! He would get in so much trouble. He wasn’t allowed to take it off, he needed that collar. Master Chen would kill him if he took it off.

“No!” He cried, flinching back against the back of his cage, tail, ears, and nose frantically twitching as he scented the air. Trying to determine if the man was going to lash out, but his senses were still on overdrive from the drug and the onrush of the mixed scents of several other hybrids coating the man only made him feel dizzy.

“He’s not going to let you take it off Joon — you’re going to have to leave it for now.” The first man said softly. The man, Jungkook’s new master, Namjoon, pulled back with an even more upset face, and Jungkook’s braced himself for the blow, flinching down into the warm bedding at the bottom of his new cage. But this master didn’t strike him like Master Chen would. He just flinched as if Jungkook had hit him and calmly closed the door to Jungkook’s new cage.

Jungkook stilled, finally relaxing at the darkness that settled in from the closed door. He could feel the car rumbling to life beneath him and he sunk down into the bedding, his aching body finding relief in the absurdly soft material. Jungkook carefully ran his palms over it repeatedly — slightly frightened by the softness and warmth, not used to such things. He tried valiantly to stay awake, but with the incredible softness and a strange lavender scent blowing in through the vents his eyes slid closed, body slumping down as he curled into a tight ball and his ears drooping from where they had been pricked up slightly. Unbeknownst to him, even in his sleep he chewed on them.

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Jungkook woke in an even softer setting, far too warm and comfortable, for a second he was terrified that he was floating; about to drift off into space, the absence of cold and most importantly pain so jarring it caused a high pitched whine of distress to escape his throat.

He jerked upright. The movement strangely light, a soft blanket falling off of him, his eyes darted around, taking in the his surroundings, but his vision was mostly obscured by blankets. He was laying in a large . . . rabbit hybrid bed. It was an actual rabbit hybrid bed. A tiny gasp of shock ripped from him.

He had never dared to even entertain the thought of so much as seeing one of these in real life, let alone sleeping in it! It was round and squishy (so squishy he wanted to cry), incredibly soft and practically stuffed with blankets and pillows, all of which he was curled right into. Having arranged them into an almost bowl like structure in his sleep, they were what was obscuring his vision. His nose twitched frantically — the soft scents of fruit and fresh vegetables reaching his nose (along with a distant scent of something more prickly but he was too focused on the food to notice) and making his stomach practically howl with hunger. He moved to the edge of the bunny bed and peered out of the small enclosure he had built in his sleep, to see a medium sized room with a large white dresser, (and a bunch of products on said dresser) beside the dresser was a full length ornately carved white mirror. His eyes darted around, vision still blurry from sleep and then he saw it. A little tray beside the bed practically heaping with an assortment of fruit and vegetables. All very neatly cut into little bite sized peices, the fruit was in a separate bowl and looked like it had been drizzled in honey. The vegetables gleamed as if they had just been washed clean, their fresh scent making saliva flood Jungkook’s mouth.

Is this a dream? This has to be a dream. There was literally no other explanation he could think of. Jungkook hesitantly reached out for the food, figuring he might as well enjoy such a peaceful dream — when his ears suddenly flopped off where they had been resting on his shoulders. He froze. They felt heavier than usual, and the ends were slightly stifled and hot. He carefully grabbed one and examined it, eyes growing large. It was heavily bandaged. The blinding white striking against his own dark golden brown ears. A little sharp exhale of shock ripped from him and he shook his head. The bandages were uncomfortable and they made his ears feel hot. His ears regulated a lot of his body heat!

He ripped off the bandages with a pained yelp then gazed in even more confusinon at the pink wounds that had clearly been cleaned and rubbed with a bunch of antibiotics on the end. One little bite wound — he had bitten too hard one time during a panic attack and it had never been properly cleaned — even had a careful little stitch in it along with a tiny drainage tube as the wound was infected. He wiggled out of the warm bed — his whole body screaming in protest at the movement. His movements felt restrained, there was something soft and itchy rapped around his neck in place of his iron collar and the same slightly itchy material was rapped around his torso as well. His bare feet sunk into a soft plush gray carpet and he blinked down at them. Before carefully removing the soft golden pajama shirt he had been dressed in.

Just noticing he was no longer in his auction clothes. Fear was starting to spread through the rabbit like ice, trickling through his chest as he carefully moved to the floor length mirror. The sight shocked him. His hair had been carefully clipped so it wasn’t quite as shaggy anymore clearing to check on the tiny old wound at the base of his skull which was also covered in a bandage.

Jungkook felt his teeth grind nervously as he looked at himself, he looked tiny, his torso wrapped in thick bandages, a thin plastic brace on the front of his chest and he briefly recalled his master kicking him so hard he hadn’t even been able to breathe for a few seconds a few days back. Breathing had been a little painful since then. But what really made him panic was his neck. He let out a shocked little cry at the heavy white bandages and the absence of his iron collar. His hands flying up to his throat and eyes widening in fear as he turned and dove back into the little rabbit bed, frantically tunneling into the bedding as if hoping he could find the collar there.

“No! No! No!” He cried. Pathetically curling into a ball and piling all the blankets and pillows on top of him as he sobbed. He was in so much trouble. He was going to be in so much trouble. His new master was going to kill him. Jungkook frantically raked his mind. Trying to remember how he got into this room, and what had happened to his collar. Brief images and flashes ripped through his mind, being too weak to move as he was transferred from the hybrid carrier into a Toyota, his master saying something about a man named Seungri. A white room where he had been too weak to move as his wounds were gently cleaned and a soothing hand had gently rubbed his spine every time he cried out. Then a sharp sting of pain in his arm and . . . nothing.

Jungkook lay there trembling hand shoved in his mouth as he cried. He could hear the rooms door opening and he went still as a soft voice called out very gently and practically dripping with concern.

“Bunny? Are you ok?”

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I feel like I messed up somewhere in this. I feel like this was too rushed you know? Tell me if you guys agree or disagree! Because IDK and I’d really appreciate the feedback.

As per usual if you have any questions feel free to ask away! I adore your questions.

Chapter 3 is HERE

The link to my Masterlist containing this AU is HERE.

The link to my other Masterlist is HERE

[savebatsfromscratch]

WHUMPTOBER DAY 23 - Red Herring

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Prompt: Auction / ransom / pursuit

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Also on Ao3 under my same name!!

The ending of the Ersatz Elevator or whatever.

I was looking through my google doc with all the prompts and my plans for them, and HOW did I not think of this as Series of Unfortunate Events already??!?!? That prompt is literally what happened???

(But, side note, I don't care about this fandom quite as much as the other ones I wrote, so this might turn out worse than them. Oh well I guess.)

I really tried to harness my inner Lemony Snicket for some of this crap. XD (To varying effect.)

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Tws: Kidnaping, past character death

Words: 1,084

Isadora was scared.

She was scared for her life, for her brothers, and for her friends.

She could hear them now, fussing about the box that had been labeled “V.F.D.” (which she was sure had been named only to throw them off) but no matter how hard she or Ducan screamed, they did not seem to hear them.

So now she cried, tears recalling their old trails as more and more came to join the march. (And what a somber march it was, what with the ash and grime that coated her face.) If only there was some way to tell her friends that they were in here, here, in the reddest of red herrings she had ever seen. But she could not blame them, with an item named “V.F.D.” with no description, she would have also figured that Count Olaf would trap someone there. (It was not the other children’s faults that they gravitated towards an unsolved mystery, rather than a cruel and inside joke.)

But even with this knowledge, she still wished with her full heart that they would realise their mistake, notice the gleam of laughter that sparked in the statue, notice the odd lightness of the box they he bought, but most of all notice the telltale smirk that the Count was sure to be wearing. (They were smart enough to notice that, in fact, Isadora half believed them to be smart enough to read that evil man’s mind, as well as his emotions.) But maybe it was just wishful thinking that they would, there had been several important things that they had overlooked, both her and the Beaudelairs, which made things more difficult.

Still, she wished that things could be different.

Because now, she was crying, hair tangled and limbs crushed against the walls of a misleading prison. Sure, her brother was there too, but he was little comfort, as he was also crying, and they did not have Quigley anymore to calm them down. She tried not to think about that, absolutely willing her mind not to think about the third of the triplet set, knowing that thinking about him, or the raging fires that burned through happy memories, reducing them to piles of depressing ash. But sometimes it was hard.

Now was one of those times.

The feelings of sadness often encourage more sadness to form, or, in this case, old pieces of negativity showing themselves again to make one painful puzzle of emotions. (Every small piece sharpened to make a blade that would cut through happy days, slicing through skin and right to the bone, and even if it was only figuratively, it still hurt the same way.)

Suddenly, the sounds outside of her prison shifted, and she recognised the noticeable feeling of moving as the red herring was picked up. ‘They haven't found us in time!’ she realised, horrified, ‘We’re going to be kidnapped again!’

As if they had ever ‘stopped’ being kidnapped. Being shoved from one cage to another did nothing to stop the reality of it. It didn’t matter if they were in the trunk of a car, a cage at the base of an ersatz elevator, or a misleading red fish. (Which can live in both salt and freshwater, a fact which she felt a slight urge to turn into a vent poem of some sort.)

Poetry. An art form which can be a way to express strong emotions, sing a song not yet written, make commentary on many social issues, or even cry for help in a mostly unknown code.

Poetry. An art from her parents had taught her to master from a young age.

So wasn’t it poetic now, that she did not have the resolve to make it? Now, as she was being driven away from an ersatz auction in a chase from the police. Now would be the best time to write a cry for help, or a piece of social commentary on the way that some people treated children too young to properly defend themselves.

She could feel Duncan crying next to her, his clothing a rumpled mess against her own torn and tattered uniform. (Really, Count Olaf could have at least given them some of those hideous wrecks of V.F.D. uniforms, it would be of help to everyone involved.) She wished to comfort him, but as reality hit her again, she realised she could not.

The world was a scary place, and even if it was quiet here, she still found herself crying.

In the back of her mind, she knew that there were more productive ways to spend her time, such as trying to make air holes in her prison (as there were currently only a few), or maybe composing the music to a poem not yet written. But with the tears that warmed her face, and the splotches of red emotion that marked her body, it was clear that she was doing her best already. If she had tried any harder, she might have fallen apart.

She knew that this was okay. Her parents had told her that long ago, but it still felt wrong, in such a situation, one that she and her brother had been sold in an auction and were going to be held captive until they either died or gave up their fortune, it felt wrong to not take action. (Many of her favorite poets had emphasised the power of determination, and though she agreed with them, it was sometimes still hard to keep going.)

She sobbed, feeling the bumps in the road against her head as if she was the thing getting run over. (Instead of a patch of asphalt and the occasional bit of roadkill.) This just wasn’t fair! She had no part in her parents' fortune, and neither had either of her brothers, there was just no reason that she should be kidnapped for a load of sapphires, wasn’t a human’s life more important than that?!

She continued crying for a while longer, the road getting bumpier and bumpier until it finally slowed to a stop. (The tires made a horrible screeching sound against whatever they had ended on.) She was terrified, unsure what was going to happen, and mostly feeling every emotion she had ever felt before. (God, it was awful.)

But, as the red herring was lifted down from the top of the car, something changed. And as the statue was opened, she felt not a touch of emotion. (Like a house destroyed by fire.)

[takadasaiko]

Howl Until it Hurts: Chapter Thirty-Two (a Rowdy 3 fic)

FFN II AO3

Summary: The Rowdy Three go incognito to try to escape Blackwing.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Jailbreak

"We look like shit," Cross grumbled and Martin smirked just a little, slinging an arm around the taller Rowdy's shoulders.

"Yeah, but it's gonna get us out the door."

"How are they not gonna recognize us? They see us every day," Gripps pointed out as he eyed himself up and down in the length mirror in front of the three.

The mirror shifted and suddenly Mona was standing there. "You'd be surprised what they miss." As quickly as she'd changed into herself, she shifted into an exact replica of Gripps, then to Cross who grinned and motioned to see if she'd follow like the mirror, and finally to Martin before easing into the form of a Blackwing guard. "It's easier to ignore strange things happening all around than face them and admit they're happening," she said, her voice leaving a male guard's mouth.

Martin offered her a lopsided grin and tucked the hat over his smoothed down mohawk. "You sure 'bout the timing?"

Mona sighed heavily, shrinking back into her slight form. "I told you I was."

"Okay, okay." The blond nodded, raising his hands a little in mock surrender and she shot him a withering look. He smirked in response, reaching up to pop the collar of the stiff shirt just a little higher to cover his tattoo scrawled across his neck. "You ready, boys?"

Cross and Gripps broke into wide grins and Mona nodded, shrinking to a small bug to fly through the vents.

Martin shoved down the nervousness that bubbled in his chest as best as he could. No reason to let it spread between the three of them. This could work. This had to work. If it didn't, if they got caught, he wasn't just risking himself - that he couldn't handle without a second thought - but he was risking his brothers. Priest knew how to hit him where it hurt. This had to work.

He was nearly bouncing with anticipation when the locks slid open from the opposite side of the door. Mona stood on the other side, wearing the face of a guard, and motioned. "You know the way out, just like we talked about. It's shift change, so it won't look too odd."

Martin nodded and halted his first step forward. "Thanks."

She shrugged. "We'll see if the Universe is ready to let you out of your cage. For what it's worth, I hope so."

"Me too," he murmured and pulled the hat down that a little lower over his face. He could feel the boys' coiled energy at either side, but they understood what was at stake.

Guards moved through the halls, but none of them paid even a second glance towards the Rowdy Three as they struggled to keep their steps steady. Martin pulled in steady breaths, trying to push the calm out to his brothers over their link and keep them on task. They knew the route out. They'd known it for years. The problem was always in the fact that Blackwing would bring the full force of their system down on them if they knew they were escaping.

"It's working!" Cross whispered and Martin nudged him hard in the side to quiet him down, risking a quick glance to his right to make sure that a set of real guards hadn't heard. They were too caught up in their own conversation to notice anything else and they turned the corner.

Martin nearly slammed on the breaks as a distinct smell washed over him, but he managed to keep his footing steady and his nerves in check in time to peek under the brim of his hat that was pulled down to the top of his glasses. At the end of the hall was a man he'd once thought he knew well.

Riggins was accompanied by a guard and a young boy. It was hard to get a good look at the kid, but he wore a jumpsuit that looked like the ones that Blackwing subjects were given when they were brought in. He felt nervous and seemed to be chattering ninety to nothing about something or the other. He had Riggins' attention for now, but there was no way he was going to hold it if all three walked past the man that had dragged them into this together. He'd know, and then their escape would be blown.

"Look," Cross hissed in his ear.

"Riggins," Gripps said from the other side.

The message was clear enough. They wanted to go to town on him, but Martin gave a brief jerk of his head and redirected them down a side hallway instead. No risks, no matter how fun it might be to run Riggins' world upside down. His brothers relied on him to be the focused one and he couldn't let them down.

Gripps shifted first, Cross pausing for the briefest of moments before slipping after Gripps. Riggins was almost on them as Martin started to follow, and the boy with him - well look at that. It was the same kid they'd found hidden in a closet a couple of years before - and the young teen happened to look over as he continued to rattle on, faltering half a beat when he saw the Rowdy peeking out from under a guard's cap. Martin gave him a brief wink and smirk before he slipped into the side hall, the door sliding closed behind him.

There was a rush of adrenaline with the near- disaster and he found himself grinning despite the situation. His brothers were giddy with the contagious excitement and Martin couldn't tell where it had begun and where it stopped between the three of them. It didn't matter. They were almost there, and once they were out they could howl and cheer and shout to their hearts' content.

They hit the exit and no one stopped them. It took every inch of self control not to break into an open run across the open space. They were free. Really, truly free.

The spike in the air that screamed danger came just before the whistle of a bullet and Martin's hat went flying from his head, a rip along the top showing just how close it'd come to killing him. He froze for the briefest of moments before shoving both of his brothers towards the still-open gate. No one was there. They could still make it. They just had to be faster. They could still make it.

He didn't see it and none of them sensed it, but the electric fence threw all three Rowdies off their feet and to the hard concrete.

Martin hit with enough force that he lost his glasses as he rolled, his clothing sizzling and burning and his head aching. He groaned as he tried to reach forward for them, fingers stretched out, but a boot came down on them, crushing frames and lenses under the heave sole. He found himself staring for a beat before squinting up to see Osmund Priest standing over him.

"Martin," Priest greeted, a smile twisting up his lips. "A few of my boys 'n I had a bet goin' on how far you'd get. I'll admit, I thought the fear of what I'd do to yours woulda made you hesitate, but no. You are a determined sort. I'll keep that in mind."

He knew. He'd known they were trying to escape and this had been… a game. That's all this was to Priest. He'd won, and now they'd suffer for it. "I did this," Martin managed. "They were just followin' my lead."

"Oh I do know that," Priest chuckled. He stepped forward and Martin heard the crunch of his glasses under the heavy, military-issued boots. The older man crouched down so that he was closer to eye level with where the Rowdy was still laid out on the hard ground, his ears ringing from a shock of electricity stronger than even he could absorb. "And I want you to remember that everything that happens to them from here on out is your fault. Through every scream, every cry of pain-" he reached forward, taking ahold of the strip of longer hair on top of Martin's head and yanking him at a painful angle to look up - "this is your fault."

Notes: I'm really bummed that I won't get to watch live tomorrow night, but it definitely makes it easier to deal with for the fact that I'll be on my NYC vacation :D

Not sure if I'll be able to update while I'm gone. If not, see you guys when I get back!

[wonfairywoo]

The Lonely: Chapter Three

A Seventeen!Supernatural AU

Genre/s: Supernatural, Romance, Angst, Family.

Warning/s: Contains OC, Cursing, Death, Slight(?) violence. Deals with reincarnation.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Hae Joo and the plot. My vampires are based on The Vampire Diaries in case you found similarities. SEVENTEEN is a group under PLEDIS Entertainment in South Korea I claim nothing but being a fan with an over-active imagination~

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

1500s

I sat on my bed, hands folded neatly on top of my lap and my head bowed as Jisoo paced back and forth in front of me. He ran a hand over his face in frustration before he shot me another disdainful look.

“I already apologized.” I murmured, flinching when Jisoo came to a sharp halt and pinned a glare onto me.

“Do you think apologizing is enough to fix this Hae Joo? Dou know how much effort it took to convince Seungcheol not to get your dagger out?” Jisoo growled. “What were you thinking?!”

“I wasn’t.” I whimpered, backing away from him. Jisoo didn’t get angry easily so I knew I had gone too far this time. “I just wanted to get out for a bit, I’m sorry.”

Okay so that was the half-truth. I wanted to get out, yes. But I wanted to get out so I could leave.

Jisoo didn’t have to know that though.

“If you wanted to get out you should have brought your maids with you and not dressed in servant’s clothing!” Jisoo continued to scold me and I could only bite my lip to hold in the angry retort that was building up inside me. “It’s dangerous out there for our kind Hae Joo! You know that!

“I do.” I whispered, bowing my head to avoid looking into Jisoo’s eyes. The guilt and his anger would have been too much for me at the moment. I was already furious and incredibly disappointed to be so close to freedom but have my plan soiled by some stupid human. “I know that, I really do. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again brother.”

“Be sure of that.” My brother said sternly, whirling around and headed to my leave with furious steps. “You’re to meet with Seungcheol early tomorrow and meet your new tutor after to continue your lessons. Until then you are to stay in your rooms so you can think of what your actions would have caused. I’ll send in a maid for your supper later.” And without sparing me another glance, Jisoo slid my door shut, leaving me all alone.

I groaned, falling back against the bed and glaring up at the ceiling. I thought back to the events that transpired that afternoon and turned to bury my face into my mattress, letting out a muffled scream of frustration.

Damn that human for foiling my plans! I was so close!

“Damn you Jeon Yeon Woo.” I hissed, my anger bubbling over. I sat up, grabbing one of my pillows and quickly ripped it apart, the feathers scattering all over the mattress and flying into the air. “Damn you!”

“Woah…”

My head snapped up and I saw my younger brother, Hansol, standing in the doorway of my bedroom, looking around at the scattered feathers.

“What Hansol?” I grumbled, brushing away some of the feathers that got into my hair. “Unless you have anything useful to say to me then leave.”

“But noona,” Hansol pouted at me, walking into my room and then jumping onto my bed beside me. “I wanted to talk to you.”

I rolled my eyes as I made a gesture for him to go on. “Then talk. Make sure it’s not nonsense or I will kick you out!”

“Why are you being so mean to me?” He whined, crawling over to settle his head onto my lap. “I just want to spend time with you and you’re being so mean to me.”

I sighed, feeling my demeanor soften. “You know,” I muttered, brushing some hair away from his face. “You’re really too old to keep being like this.”

“What are you talking about I’m only 17!” Hansol grinned up at me, causing me to snort, which was unladylike but I knew he didn’t care.

“You know you’re way older than that Hansol.” I pinched his cheek, causing him to wince. “But whatever makes you happy I guess.”

He smiled up at me and a comfortable silence ensued between us. I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to sigh out loud.

My little brother, no matter how much time had passed, was always the same. But maybe because Seungcheol, Jisoo, and I took great measures to shelter him despite what we were. We all had a soft spot for our youngest sibling— as they all had for me as I was the only girl.

“Noona?”

“Yes?” I looked down at him, smiling softly.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth formed into a frown. “Please don’t ever leave us.” He said, and I my fingers stilled in his hair. His eyes bore into mine and I forced myself not to look away. “Please noona, don’t leave me.”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I felt the lie come up within me. “I won’t Hansol.” I told him, causing his frown to ease. “And even if I left I would want to take you with me.”

“That would be nice.” He muttered. “But why would we ever want to leave here? Our whole family’s here.” His eyes closed, and I was thankful because he didn’t see the pained look cross over my face.

I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be far away from our eldest brother.

But I couldn’t tell Hansol that.

I continued to run my fingers through Hansol’s hair, humming a soft tune and watched as slowly he dozed off into a light sleep. Though he was peaceful, my heart was in turmoil.

Would I be able to leave my baby brother just to be able to gain freedom?

Would I be able to endure never being able to contact my siblings again?

Would I be able to live with myself, knowing that Hansol and Jisoo would end up hating me?

And what of Seungcheol?

I hated how he caged us, never allowing us to fully interact with the world outside.

But he was still my brother.

I loved him as much as I hated him.

I wanted my freedom. But I wanted my family as well. It seemed I could not have one without losing the other.

Year 2000

I stood in front of Hansol’s bedroom door, hand paused mid-air as I hesitated to knock. It’s been a few years since I had awoken from being daggered, but I don’t think Hansol every fully forgave me for my past actions.

I don’t think any of my siblings did. Even Jisoo who was always backing me up still had his moments of bitterness.

But this was my baby brother. If I didn’t try to patch things up with him then I would end up hating myself more than I already did.

I took a deep breath, preparing to knock again but my brother’s voice interrupted me. “Just come inside noona.”

Bashfully, I opened his door and peeked in. I looked around first, still feeling amazed with all the technology he had. Even if I was out for years now, the ever changing and growing technology still bewildered me.

Hansol sat on his bed, throwing a miniature version of what was apparently a basketball, into the air. I walked inside, shutting the door behind me gently.

“What do you want?” He asked without ever taking a glance at me.

“I wanted to talk to you.” I said, approaching him and taking a seat at the foot of his bed.

“We’re already talking.” He grumbled, tossing the ball into a hoop across the room. Finally, he looked at me, arms crossed over his chest. “What is it?”

I frowned, leaning over and flicking his forehead with my fingers causing him to flinch back as a red bump began to form on it. “Don’t be rude.”

“Damn it noona!” Hansol hissed, clutching his forehead. “What the hell is your problem?”

“What’s your problem?” I demanded, eyes narrowing at him. “I’m trying to have a civil conversation with you but you’re acting like an ass to me!”

Hansol glared rubbing at his reddened forehead that had already started to heal. “As if you didn’t know.” He sneered at me, getting of the bed and heading towards his computer. I was not used to the loathing in his tone.

“How will I know until you tell me?!” I returned his glare. I think I had an idea but I wanted to hear it from him. “It’s been years since I got back Hansol and still you won’t talk to me properly. What have I done?” I stood up, facing him and staring him down.

I could see his hands clench into fists and hear the growl rising up in his chest. He was trying to reign his anger in, but I wanted to push him to the limit. It was the only way we both could get it all out in the open and finally move on.

“Tell me Hansol.” I commanded, using my “mom-voice” as Junhui liked to call it. “What did I do? What did I ever do to you? Tell me!”

I barely comprehended when Hansol blurred towards me and suddenly, I found myself pinned to the wall, Hansol gripping my arms painfully, his nails digging into my skin and I could feel the blood running down my arms. He was just a few inches taller than me so our faces were close to each other and I could see his nostrils flaring and lips pulled back in a snarl. His face contorted as dark veins crept up beside his eyes and his fangs elongated.

This was our form. What we truly were.

Monsters.

“You left me!” He roared, eyes blazing with fury. “You betrayed our family for that human and left me for five hundred years! How could you?! How could you be so selfish? I thought we meant to you more than that, but you chose that fucking human over us! Over your family! Over me!”

I stood still, letting him vent out everything even if it was hurting me. I was not used to this Hansol, he had changed far too much in the time I was gone. But that was my fault. So I would let him do this. He needed this.

“I’m so mad at you.” Hansol hissed, gripping me tighter but I didn’t wince and I watched as his eyes squeezed close, brows furrowing as his face turned back to normal. “For years and years I was so angry with you and what you did. I don’t understand why and how you could do that to us. And I was so angry at hyung for daggering you!” He bowed his head, his whole form shaking in rage.

“I wanted to hate you because of what you did.” He shook his head, sniffling. “I wanted to hate you so fucking much! But I can’t!” I smiled slightly at that and slowly he leaned forward, resting his forehead against my shoulder. “I still loved you and I wanted you back. You’re my sister and I wanted you back.” I could feel his shoulder starting to shake and heard him choke on a sob.

Slowly, he let go of me and let his hands fall to his sides. This allowed me to wrap my arms around his shoulder, embracing his tightly. He continued to cry into my shoulder and only cried harder as I began to stroke his hair.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, closing my eyes tightly as I held my little brother to me. “I’m so sorry for putting you through that Hansol. But I’m here now.”

I felt him freeze for a moment and I held my breath, waiting for him to pull away. But he didn’t.

Instead my baby brother wrapped his arms around me and returned my embrace, crying into my shoulder once again. “Noona…” He whimpered and I could feel my heart ache. My baby brother who I had thought I had lost was back again.

We were alright again.

I stood there, smiling as Hansol continued to cling to me. From the corner of my eye I saw the rest of my family standing in the doorway.

Jeonghan was smiling widely at the scene, clapping happily. Jisoo’s face expressed relief as he gazed upon us with a soft smile.

But Seungcheol… My eldest brother looked upon us with a smug smirk. And I could just tell what he was thinking. Now he had more reassurance that my mistakes of the past would not be repeated.

Seungcheol’s expression told me that he knew I was going to stay with them forever, like he always wanted. My eyes met his and his smirk widened, nodding at me.

I looked away from him, feeling ice grip my heart. I was in conflict once more.

I wanted freedom but now I knew the consequences.

I wanted freedom but this time, I would lose my family for sure. There was not going to be a third chance.

“You’re so weak.” A voice inside my head hissed. “You’re weak and you’ll never be free. Never.”

I closed my eyes, knowing the voice was right. But this was my choice.

I would never betray my family again.

A/N: Well that’s chapter three over... All the previous chapters are linked above! Please go check them out as well it would be highly appreciated!

[hazardsofspikesandnevadeans]

[ I probably should do at least a few icons for the gang while plannin' on bringin' one or two peeps to the roster. Sure I'm usually a no icon rper due to how long I've been here and it's become a habit I kinda wanna git into it. Especially when there's a few who dun have a regular color I can turn to when they talk.

I'll ponder a bit more on this but I'm thinkin' about slippin' off for the night. The closer my b-day comes the worse my mood usually gits but remember it's none of ya faults. Blame those that raised/adopted me for makin' that happen.

I'll be around otherwise on IMs while on the phone after I do my two dailies on a couple of apps I'm on.

Lizard loves ya all. Remember that. -w- ]

[hazardsofspikesandnevadeans]

[ I'm so sorry for the lack of activity for the past few days. My wifi's been HORRIBLE to the point it goes down in the mornin' and stays down until nearly six or seven in the evenin'.

I wanna rp but I hate usin' the mobile as my phone sucks nails. It's old so it's slow af. Just remember, I didn't forgit about any of ya. I just haven't been able to do much due to this wifi issue. ]

[hazardsofspikesandnevadeans]

[ Two more nasty ass bots and a call out post that I didn't even know was there and no idea if it's true or not as I haven't seen anythin' bad from the person just yet personally.

Things are way too quiet over here and the gang's way too active...but I just feel I can't hop in on some for some reason. A bad nag in the back of my head.

So I'm just here otherwise...got some brainrot somethin' awful but my mind ain't lettin' me just talk... ]

[hazardsofspikesandnevadeans]

[ Man...I really hate that I gotta go through with this.

If ya can't handle old people, please unfollow me? I'm 33, gonna be 34 this year. Yes, I rp. Yes, I enjoy what the kids do. Doesn't make me any different besides bein' old and autistic.

So please? If ya don't like interactin' with older muns, just unfollow so I know...]

[hazardsofspikesandnevadeans]

[ Been havin' a tough day mentally to the point I didn't even go to work. I do have a lot of drafts to do so don't ya worry, I didn't forgit about all ya all. My mind just wouldn't let me do anythin'.

I dunno if it was just a massive depression hike or what but I'll see ya all tomorrow after work, or durin' my breaks if my mind will let me along with my co-workin' buddies.

Remember, this lizard loves ya all and take it easy. ]