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emotionallyattachednerd · 7 months

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Unforeseen Reunion | TP Ratchet x Drift/Deadlock | NSFW 18+

Word count: 7000+ 😲

Warnings: Smut ( valve and plug interfacing ), mentions of violence, near death experiance and angst. NSFW 18+.

Notes: So yeah, I lost complete control of myself. Holy crap, I'm impressed with myself. I decided I wanted to go with Prime universe as that's what my hyperfixation went with. I didn't completely focus on canon just so everyone is aware. I had way too much fun with this and I'm so obsessed with these two. Enjoy this work of art you beautiful sinners. 🥰

The crash landing was the sign that his luck had run out. Deadlock had been travelling for far too long, isolated in his barely hanging on ship without contact, that's until he managed to receive a transmission from decepticons. He should've been pleased, yet he didn't feel it, just emptiness.

It wasn't until he hit the earth's atmosphere that his ship decided it had enough, power shut off and he came plummeting towards the earth. He tried gaining control but that failed so he tried contacting the decepticons requesting assistance, but even that was a deadend. No help was coming for him.

Bracing for impact he thought he might have a chance but the rough landing was much harsher than expected, throwing him around and a sharp piece of metal punctured through him, slicing his fuel tank and severed a fuel line. Terrific.

Deadlock manages to get himself out of his piece of scrap ship and take a few steps forward, only to collapse onto the ground with a pained grunt and look down at his servo that held his wounded area to see a lot of energon was leaking from him. He can't help but let out a vented chuckle, convinced this was going to be it for him.

Only managing to get a short distance away from the crash site he couldn't walk anymore and slid his back down against a tree, venting out heavily as if a pressure was lifted from him. He knew though, his systems were struggling, warnings flashing before his optics, it won't be long before he shuts down and slowly offline from bleeding out. One more time he tried making contact but got nothing in return. Either his com links weren't working or they didn't care about him.

There used to be someone in his life who was very dear to him. He saved his life after getting himself hooked up on circuit boosters, gave him a chance, and he stayed with him. He loved him with all his spark, then the war started and that's where it all went wrong.

Eventually he would make choices and every choice has a price. Whether it was worth it or not, Deadlock never wanted to answer that himself.

He was one of Megatron's favourites. He's the one who gave him his new name and grew from that back on cybertron. He thought he was making the right choice, but he was wrong, and he's had to live with that all this time. He became emotionless, making him willing to kill when needed or ordered, leaving a trail of horrors behind which was enough to make any autobot and decepticon worst nightmare.

Now, he was dying, alone. Just as he deserved.

Leaning himself against the tree all he could do was observe his surroundings, take in what might be his last memories. Everything grew weaker, more burned out as his fuel tank pumped harshly to get energon through him, only for it to leak out.

His audios managed to pick up some sounds of a ground bridge. Had they finally decided to show pity and come for him? He onlines his hazy optics only to be met with the end of a blaster and an autobot symbol.

"Oh just my luck." Deadlock manages to say between harsh vents. "An autobot gets to watch me die in my final moments....or, you can take the shot, put me out of my misery?"

"Is that what you want?" Arcee keeps her guard up and weapons ready, not wanting to give him any chance to attack if he was faking.

"Does it matter what I want?"

"No, it doesn't." Bulkhead comes up behind, forcing Deadlock to move his helm up to look at him.

"Well you're a big one." He casually smirks through his pain. "So, what's it going to be? What's the...autobot thing to do?"

Arcee and Bulkhead had been sent to investigate the crash sight after it made impact. They knew it was a decepticon shuttle but weren't sure if it was occupied. Upon arrival it's confirmed. Neither wanted to let their guard down just in case he had any tricks or if the decepticons might show up.

"What do you think?" Bulkhead asks Arcee, unsure what they should do. Letting him die without them helping didn't seem right, but he was a con.

"Let's call Optimus, see what he has to say." Arcee answers.

Deadlock heard the autobot leader's name causing him to let out another vented chuckle. "Your big boss is here? Huh. Alright, call him, see if he has mercy on a filthy con." He was just talking, it's all he can do for his final moments.

While Bulkhead makes the call Arcee keeps her optics on him with her blaster still drawn. "You got a name?"

The big ask. "If I told you...you're going to wish you pulled the trigger." He decided to not say his name. If she found out, she might just pull the trigger on him without hesitation, not that he cared.

"I don't recognize you. You're not someone I've bumped into before, and I remember every bot I have. So who are you?"

"How about you tell me your name first?" Deadlock manages to tilt his helm to the side as he meets her optics, letting out a smirk when all she gives is silence, his pearly white dentas and sharp fangs pressing over his bottom lips. "Yeah...that's what I thought."

Deadlock notices Arcee say something else but it all goes deaf to his audios. He's lost a lot of energon and he knows he's in trouble as things in him start slowly shutting down. He manages to activate his audios again and this is when he hears more voices and steps coming closer. If he was to survive, he wasn't even sure what he'd do next, not anymore.

A part of him did want to be offline. It'll end everything for good, and perhaps give him some peace of mind, not that he deserved it.

"Hey, you still with us?" Bulkhead taps the top of his helm to bring him back, causing him to let out a groan and online again.

"Sort of..." Is his only honest answer.

"Well, today is your lucky day con. Our medic is going to come and patch you up. Try to remember this moment that we helped you." Bulkhead adds firmly for him to think about.

"I'm jumping with joy." Deadlock chuckles dryly, a little energon drops from his mouth as he tastes it flooding in his intake. Yeah, he felt it was too late.

"Drift?"

That voice.

He manages to move his helm back up and his amber optics flickered as he meets the gaze of the ghostly familiar figure standing before the ground. Ratchet. His Ratchet.

"You know him?" Arcee was surprised to hear Ratchet say the decepticons name. But Ratchet couldn't answer, he was frozen, as if he was petrified or enthralled by the very sight of what he thought he lost those years ago.

Deadlock, his given decepticon name, lets out a softly dry laugh that lingers longer with a smile, disbelief and sadness overwhelming his struggling processor. He finally found him.

"Perhaps I am lucky." He says with his wide smile, sharp dentas glittering in under the sunlight. "It's good to see you Ratty."

Under Optimus' orders Ratchet came to patch up the new decepticon before sending him on their way. He was a medic, he treated the wounded, but treating a decepticon was different. He's done it before of course, but not often. Ratchet felt his servos shake as he stood there. Hearing the old pet name made his vents hitch a little and his own emotions boiling up, completely deaf to Arcee as she questions him.

It's not until Deadlock slumps against the tree that Ratchet finally acted. Hurrying forward he came to his side and started to work on him. His wounds were bad, he knew this already just simply looking at him from afar.

"How do you know him?" Arcee repeats coming to the medics side.

"Later." Ratchet's focus was on him. "Let me work."

Neither Bulkhead or Arcee have ever seen Ratchet like this before. Sure, they've seen him sad, angry, annoyed, happy, but this is different.

When he feels his servos against his frame Deadlock lets out a shutter, both relief and pain. He tilts his helm up to get a better look at Ratchet and manages to hold a soft smile that feels foreign to him, he hasn't smiled like that in a very long time. There was a deep history there, and the two went through a lot together, right before he hurt his Ratty. He didn't deserve to be saved, or given a chance. Damage was done.

"Saving your life, again." Ratchet mutters mostly to himself, his own emotions rattled. "Reckless. Stupid. All this time and you're online, still. I'm out of my mind. I should hate you, no, I do hate you, but my spark is aching for you." His voice is low as if he's whispering to himself but Deadlock hears it. "Why did you....How could you...." His words break apart and that hits Deadlock hard.

"I'm sorry." Is all he can whisper, touching Ratchet's working servo and gaining his attention. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry." Apologising won't fix the past or his choices, but it's the first time he's ever said it to him.

As much as Ratchet is hurting he knew he couldn't lose him again. Whatever happens next will be whether it was too late or not.

"Kids, stay back." Bulkhead hurries through the ground bridge first and warns the kids all hanging around the raised platform along with Agent Fowler and June.

"What's going on?" Raf asks curiously, noticing his worried expression.

"Optimus, he won't listen. Can you talk to him? This is crazy!" Arcee is next feeling enraged about Ratchet's decision.

Ratchet comes through next, carrying a badly wounded Deadlock in his arms with strength no one else had seen him with for a long time.

"You brought a Decepticon back here?" June raises her hand over Raf and makes sure the kids stay behind her. "Ratchet the kids are here!"

"Don't like it, find the door." Ratchet barks back, taking many of them off guard. He ignores everyone and places him on the medical berth, quickly gathering tools to start stabilising him.

Deadlock was hanging close over the edge, everything in him hurt and his processor was swimming wildly. He had no idea where he was, only that Ratchet was with him, and that's all that mattered.

"So cool." Miko comes closer to get a better view. Jack tries to stop her.

"Miko-"

"No way I want to watch!"

Optimus comes closer but stays out of Ratchet's way and stares at the decepticon brought in, his optics widening a little as if something clicked in his processor, and Arcee notices this.

"You know him too. Ratchet called him Drift. Who is that?"

Optimus is quiet before looking at his comrades. "Ratchet knows him. Let him work."

"But-"

"Please, Arcee." Optimus knew just how sensitive this would be for his old friend, and can't imagine but he must be feeling right now.

Arcee finally backs off but that doesn't mean she was alright with this. Most of everyone wasn't. Miko sits on the edge of the lower platform as she watches Ratchet do his magic on the decepticon, a fascination. June only manages to keep Jack and Raf away, still not liking that a decepticon was near the kids base.

"Prime, is this safe?" Agent Fowler questions him quietly. "I get that he's a friend of Ratchet's, but that doesn't change he's a decepticon."

"I understand your concern. But please, I'm asking you all to let Ratchet handle this." Optimus didn't want to explain everything in that moment, respecting Ratchet and hoping everyone will follow the same.

Deadlock was in and out of it for a bit, gold optics flashing repeatedly as Ratchet tried to stop the bleeding and keep him stable. Everything hurt through him, but not as bad as the ache in his spark that throbs with grief for his Ratty. He was saving his life yet again, trying to at least.

"Are you still with me?" Ratchet's tone is more gentle as he hovers over him once he manages to stop the bleeding.

"Ah huh..." He manages to say between heavy vents.

"I need to repair the damage and get energon running through you again. Try to keep still, you're at the start of a long road recovery."

Before he could say anything else, Ratchet had gone to get a few things. Deadlock tilts his helm a little to the side and through his flickering vision he spots something, or someone. The pink is what catches his attention first and gives himself a moment to adjust his vision before it clears up almost.

"Well, you're tiny." He manages to say softly through a short chuckle.

"I might be small, but I can rip your spark out." Miko doesn't hold back.

"I better...stay on your good side than. What are you?"

"What am I? I'm human. The names Miko. You've never seen a human before?"

"Nah, you're the first, Miko."

"What are your first impressions?"

"Well...you did threaten to rip my spark out...so I'm fearful of you." He only meant it as a joke and Miko knew this, and she gave a small smirk at him. She didn't like cons, but this one seems different.

Even Ratchet didn't seem bothered about his interaction with her. June slowly comes closer, Jack and Raf right behind her, still being careful.

"You're Drift, right?" Miko leans her chin against the railing feeling a bit more comfortable to stay.

"Yes." It's Ratchet that answers quickly before Deadlock could. He understood. Meeting his gaze there was that firm and serious blaze he knew all too well from his Ratty. It meant there was going to be no further mention about it.

"Yeah...I'm Drift." Saying the name again after so long felt weird, but guess he'll adjust to it again.

Suddenly, he jolts and groans in pain through clenched dentas as Ratchet wields something into place. It hurts a lot, but at least it doesn’t last too long.

"Could you give me a warning next time?" He vents once it stops.

"Nope." Ratchet answers simply.

He understands.

"How do you two know each other?" It's Raf that bravely asks, mainly both of them.

"We...go way back." Drift answers, optics shifting at the medic at his side. "Ain't that right Ratty?"

"Hm." Ratchet doesn't answer much after hearing his old nickname.

"Ratty?" Miko can't help but smirk at the medic.

"Only he is allowed to call me that." He tells her. No one else ever did.

"He hates it, but I get away with it." Drift smirks lightly before wincing again. "Frag..." Optics manage to cast over at the other autobots standing together outside the bay and staring, most of them looking not too happy causing him to vent out. "Stop."

Ratchet does but only because he's confused. "What?"

"Just...stop. Just...you shouldn't be helping, you know?"

"Do you want to be offline?" Ratchet hits his tool against the table causing the humans the jump and gives an intense stare at Drift. "Do you just want to give up?"

"Your friends don't want to waste resources on a filthy con...I don't deserve it. You...you shouldn't be helping me."

"Well, too bad. You don't get to have a say in what I do, we're well past that. Perhaps you're right about not deserving to be saved, but the only one that gets to decide your fate is me." Ratchet leans closer to Drift, optics burning, before he erupts. "The only way you will be offline is if I allow it, because I'm the only one who has every right to let you bleed out right now! You don't get to decide your fate! I do! Is that understood?!"

His outburst is heard by everyone. Even the humans shrink away a little, never seeing Ratchet this angry before. Something deep was there, but no one knew just how deep.

Drift doesn't flinch. He takes it, accepts Ratchet's rage. He's right, only he has the right to decide what happens next. All he can do is let him do what he wants, he is no longer in control of his fate.

"Understood."

Ratchet lets out a heavy vent and goes back to work on him, only to look up when he feels everyone staring. "What?" He snaps, bothered that everyone was just staring.

"Everyone, let's give them space." Optimus finally says. "Ratchet has work to do." He'll give that privacy to his old friend without distractions.

June leads the kids away and Miko follows to let Ratchet work. Only Optimus understands what Ratchet must be feeling, he knew what Drift meant to him, and knew just what they've both dealt with over the years. The others all had raising questions but at least they weren't hammering either him or Ratchet with them to get answers, and respected what Optimus had said.

It is a long recovery for Drift. Weeks go by, but he is doing better. Ratchet worked hard to repair the damage he received from the crash and make sure his fuel lines were pumping correctly. He worked his magic and did a good job on Drift, never giving up.

"Alright, follow my digit." Ratchet was doing simple tests, everyday he did them, and Drift obeys as his optics follow the moving digit in front of him, clearing and without struggle. "Good. Better today."

Drift was feeling better, both physically and mentally. After being by himself so long it was going to take time adjusting to have others around.

Not the autobots, mainly the humans kept him company. Drift was curious about these organics. Sure, he's come across them before, but not humans. He doesn't mind them.

"Does this mean I'm off bed rest?" Drift asks as he straightens his back. Ratchet shakes his helm with a short chuckle.

"Yeah right. You're clear when I say you're clear. Just because you look and feel better doesn't mean you're fit for duty."

"Duty?

Ratchet stops and looks at him, optics unreadable before venting softly. "You're staying, right?"

It hasn't been something they've talked about really. Drift had no idea what to do next honestly. Since finding Ratchet he didn't want to leave him behind, not again.

"You're here, so I'll stay. Don't think your friends are going to like that though." He didn't think they would welcome him into team prime. "Does that mean I've got to become an autobot?"

"Don't worry about them, I'll handle it. They don't know your decepticon name, yet. I don't want to hear that name ever again. And yes, you'll become an autobot, because I said so."

Drift understands. "Alright." He was willing to do whatever Ratchet wanted. All he wanted was to have him back in his life again, to not throw away his second chance.

"Good. Now, let's have a closer look."

Drift feels Ratchet's servos touch both sides of his cheek platings, examining him further and making sure he didn't miss anything. But Drift slowly leans into the touch, purring, and reaches up to touch them both under his own. The action gets Ratchet's attention and they both stare at one another, the fondness slowly growing as the medic's optics soften.

Ratchet does like the purrs Drift makes, he always did, and hearing it again makes his knees feel weak. Such a strange effect it gives, yet so addictive. It's been so long since he last heard them, causing his feelings to stir wildly. As much as he hated him for his choices, he never stopped loving him.

Neither did Drift. He has a lot of regrets, but the one he'll always carry is he hurt Ratchet. He'll always carry the weight of that.

Leaning closer, Drift presses the front of their helms together, savouring the moment for as long as he can as his optics shutter closed. Ratchet doesn't lean away and lets it happen.

Drift wants to kiss him, and he tries to do this by leaning closer towards his lips, but Ratchet stops him. The moment is gone.

"It's too soon." Ratchet can only whisper, trying to keep his emotions from pouring out. "You left a deep wound, one I could never repair."

Drift knew he deserved that.

"Your injuries aren't the only recovery you'll be going through. There's a lot....between us, that needs time to heal. Won't be simple, but I need time to adjust to this, to trust you again."

"So there's a chance?" Drift held onto that hope.

Ratchet vents softly and caresses his servo against his cheek plating again, running his digit under his optics gently. "I hope so."

That's all Drift needs. "Take your time then."

Optimus gathered everything, even the humans, so they can all listen to what Ratchet has to say. Drift was resting and took this moment to explain some details to his friends. They've all been very patient.

"How's he doing?" It's June that asks, the only one who was kind enough to ask about Drift.

"Doing better. Still recovering, but he's making good progress." Ratchet answers.

He looks up at everyone who stares at him, all focus and attention. His optics glance over at Optimus who was there for him through this. It's time to reveal it.

"Drift and I have a long history, all the way to the time before the war started on cybertron. He hasn't made the best choices in his life, which is why things are messy between us, but he wants to change, make better choices. I'm willing to give him that second chance."

"I understand your concerns." Optimus then jumps in and speaks to everyone. "We both do, but I trust Ratchet to take charge of him, and I believe there's hope for Drift, to become better."

"So he's becoming an autobot?" Jack asked curiously.

"He will. It's a lot to ask but it would be a great help if everyone treated him fairly, so he can settle into this life. He's been alone for a long time without contact, it has affected him, but with time he'll adjust and do better." Ratchet explains.

"Is he like your best friend?" Raf asks innocently.

The medic gives himself a moment before finally saying it. "Drift is my conjunx endura."

"What?' Arcee quirks quickly in surprise.

"You never said you had one!" Bulkhead is just as surprised while Bumblebee lets out a bunch of whirls and beeps along with them.

"Ah, sorry, humans are confused here." Agent Fowler raises his hand. "What's a...conjunx endura?"

"Well, for humans to understand, we're married." Ratchet clarifies.

"What?!"

Ratchet knew this was going to be a shock to everyone, and he'll silently admit he was trying to avoid this moment, but knew that wasn't going to last forever. They had a right to know what Drift meant to him, and what happened.

"Drift comes from a troubled life. He got himself addicted to circuit boosters, drugs for humans to understand, lost himself, and Optimus found him, or at the time he was Orion. He brought him to me where I had my own medical centre, doing what I could for those who were considered lower classes. I saved his life there, and I saw just how lost he looked, so I gave him a choice to stay and help me out, or he could leave. He got clean and stayed, few of the smart choices he's ever made. Over time we grew fond of one another and...well, we ended up together for a long while, fell in love, things were good and we were happy." Ratchet remembers those fond memories with him before he close his optics.

"Than the war started. Megatron approached me, offered me a position as his head medic officer, but I declined. I thought that was it, but I was very wrong. Megatron got to Drift, manipulated his mind, gave him false hope, and he fell for it. The next time I saw him he wore the Decepticon badge. He was already convinced I was going to join him, but I refused. I got angry, expressed my disappointment loudly. The Drift I grew to love left that day and he became stone cold. Megatron gave him the order to destroy the medical centre and he did it, leaving me in ruins. Megatron gives him a new name..." Ratchet went quiet. He couldn't say it, and looks at Optimus, who understands

"Deadlock."

The name rings through the autobots. They all knew that name all too well. The horrors they've heard, the carnage left behind by the same bot that was now in their base.

The humans all take notice of their reactions. "You've heard of that name?"

"The very name that a lot feared." Arcee says to them, voice full of dread. "I never bumped into him, only heard what he had done, and it's nothing good."

"Drift is Deadlock? The very con that Megatron favoured?" Bulkhead struggled to process this.

"Why did Megatron favour him?" Jack sounds worried.

"Because of his lack of emotion, no empathy, and did as he was told without hesitation." Ratchet adds through a shaky vent. "But...he's coming back around, the Drift I know. After what happened, I joined Optimus to try to do what I could for the autobots, all the while trying to silently mend the damage done to my spark. As much as I hated Drift, I never stopped loving him, and always held on some hope he might come back."

"And he did." June says softly, moved by the story he told everyone to have a better understanding of what just happened. Though they were concerned about his past with the decepticons, they understood what Ratchet must be feeling to get his lover back again after so long.

Ratchet lets out a shaky vent and looks at everyone. "I'm willing to forgive for his mistakes, because that's my choice. I need to ask you all to respect our privacy, our past, and for there to be no further questions about Drift's time with the decepticons. Please, don't shut him out, give him a chance, get to know him. He might not be the smartest, and he's made terrible choices, but there is good in him."

"I don't like cons, but he seems...different." Miko perks up, looking over at Bulkhead. "I've gotten to know him a little, he's not so bad. Just have to ignore that history part with the cons."

Bulkhead groaned in displeasement but knew there wasn't really going to be any other way around this. Drift was going to become one of them, so they might as well start opening up to him.

"We'll do that." Arcee then says through a soft vent. "For you Ratchet, we'll give him a chance."

Ratchet feels himself relax a little hearing this. He had a pretty good team here. "Thank you."

Drift is up and walking. He then finds himself facing the autobots and humans, all looking at him as Optimus and Ratchet approach. Least they didn't have weapons drawn on him, it's a start.

Optimus is first to speak. "Drift, we've all talked to one another and Ratchet has informed the others about your bondage with him. It is Ratchet's wish to give you a second chance, for you to leave behind your past with the decepticons and to become one of our own. I ask for you to have zero connections with any decepticon and to prove yourself among our team here."

Drift looks at Ratchet who gives a simple nod at him. This was his chance to fix what he tore apart between them, to show he could be something better. He wanted that.

"Thanks, Optimus. I'll do whatever Ratty says, I don't want to let him down again, or anyone for that matter."

"Ratty?" June can't help but repeat through a small smile.

"None of you are allowed to call me that." Ratchet points at everyone with a firm glare.

"Only I can." Drift sends him a smirk knowing he was right about that.

"I'm going to lay down a few things as well." Ratchet starts as he steps closer towards him. "You'll follow our rules, our ways, no arguments or whining about it. You'll treat everyone here with respect and you'll be treated the same in return. Everything is going to be stripped, your model, colours, nothing that will give any decepticon a hint who you used to be, a complete new look. Understood?"

Drift listens and doesn't hesitate to nod. Like he said, whatever his Ratty wanted. He was in his control now. "Sure, alright." He gives a smile, sharp denta's lightly exposed.

Ratchet stares before pointing. "I'm removing those modified dentas." Drift's smile slips and goes to say something but Ratchet raises his servo. "Nope! They're going. They look ridiculous on you."

Drift vents heavily. Complete new look. "Alright...whatever you want."

"Wow, who are you and what have you done with Drift?" Miko asks the completely new looking robot sitting in the medical bay. She had just arrived with the others. It seemed Ratchet was very serious.

Drift sends the girl a soft smirk, sharp dentas now back to their default model along with most of his amour, colours neutral grey, ready for a new scan and colour.

"Ratchet wasn't kidding." He answers through a gentle chuckle. "But hey, I think it will be good to have something different."

"Something calm." Ratchet points out as he sets up some programs for Drift to scan and choose from. "Soft, nice, you know? Nothing dramatic."

"Ugh, such a control freak." Miko comes up onto the ramp along with the others.

Drift can't help but snicker. He liked humans. They were different, had a lot of character, he grew to like them very quickly in his short time there.

"What colour, Ratty?" Drift asks as he looks through some models.

"That's for you to decide."

"I want what you want."

"I want you to pick yourself. I'm sure you can't mess up on that." Ratchet doesn't mean for that to sound harsh, but it did. Drift shifts his amber optics at him, looking like a wounded feline, and Ratchet vents softly, lowering his voice. "I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." Drift doesn't want him to apologise, so he forces a smile. "I'll pick myself." He says trying to sound positive.

Ratchet nods and leaves him to it.

"Ouch." Miko whispers while hanging over the railing.

"Are things alright between you two?" The youngest Raf asks kindly.

"It's not simple, but it's progress." Drift answers honestly.

For a moment he scans through the new designs before looking up at Ratchet talking with Optimus. His optics scan over him and he smiles. He's picked a colour. Adding the program he scans the new look, his armour shifting colour and shape right in front of the kids to watch, astonished by the change happening before it finishes.

Drift looks at his reflection and smiles more. He looks good, very good. He now holds a very similar colour matching with Ratchet.

"It's a good look." Jack praises.

"You and Ratchet got matching colours now. That's cute." Miko beams.

Drift shifts his optics at Ratchet who is looking at him now, a lingering enchantment holds in his optics as he stares at Drift. They both do indeed share the same colours, a similar design, with Drift only being more slender framed.

"It is cute." Drift sends Ratchet a wink.

Ratchet has to try to cool himself when he sees Drift. He wouldn't say it, but he feels himself heat up at the sight of his long lost mate looking like that. He likes the new look. Clearing his vocals, he nods simply. "Very nice."

Drift doesn't miss the pink hue at his white cheek plating.

Laying on his berth in his given room Drift finds himself staring at the ceiling and letting his processor run over everything that's happened. He was now an autobot, one of team prime. His servo runs over the new symbol over his chest and lets out a soft vent.

It's not that he was disgusted by it, but it does feel foreign still. All this was going to take time to adjust, to move on from his troubled past and do better for him and for Ratchet.

All that time ago, when he hurt him, he lost himself. He became something dark, horrible, one of Megatron's favourites because he did anything he was told. All those memories will forever haunt him, but he hopes he can move past all that and start over with Ratchet. It's all he wants.

The sudden knock at his door jolts him out of his thoughts and goes to open it. He stares at Ratchet who stands on the other side.

"Did I wake you?" Ratchet asks through a soft tone.

"No, recharge is...it's not easy these days." Drift admits.

Ratchet nods lightly. "Can I come in?"

Drift feels his spark thump rapidly as he nods, allowing him to enter and closing the door behind. He watches as Ratchet turns to face him, and there's that struggling look he held, when he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Drift comes closer, calmly stepping in front of him and trying to look into his optics. He can feel the heat radiating from his charris that he wants to touch, but holds back.

"I wanted to see you." Ratchet manages to say. "I...I just want to be with you." Hearing this makes Drift smile, only for it to slip away hearing his next words. "But I'm scared you're going to hurt me again."

"I know." Drift knows he hurt him badly, he'll never forget that. "And...I'm scared you're never going to stop hating me."

"I don't hate you. I'm just trying to trust you again."

"What can I do?" Drift doesn't know himself. "Tell me what to do."

"No." Ratchet shakes his helm, face hardening. "I want you to decide for yourself, not what I or anyone else tells you." On his own free will, not in control.

Drift gets it now. So, he does that. He touches his face plating, running his digits across and savouring the warm feeling, before closing the distance and kissing him gently.

The kiss is simple and short, but it's what Drift wants, what Ratchet wants. It's broken for just a mere moment before Drift dives in again, slowly deepening it as he slides his servos across Ratchet's shoulders and running behind his neck. Without holding back anymore ratchet consumes the kiss they share and backs him back against the berth, leaning over and pressing himself between his thighs as their lingering heated moans fill the room.

"I've missed you." Ratchet manages to whisper between kisses. "Primus...I've missed you so much."

"I'm here, I'm right here, and I'm never leaving you." Drift says before he retracts his panel, revealing his already soaking valve and the housing opens for his spike to throb out. "Please, Ratty, I need you inside me."

Climbing up over him, Ratchet retracts his panel and his throbbing spike emerges from its housing. He rubs himself against Drift, sliding between the lips of his valve, catching his sensitive node with each thrust. Drift throws his helm back against the berth and wraps his legs tightly around his waist, tugging him close and eager to get him inside.

Finally, Ratchet sinks in, groaning lowly as his spike fills Drift, feeling every ridge running against his inner walls, all the while Drift arches his back as he's filled so perfectly, mouth open as he mewls lowly. He missed this, he missed Ratchet.

Ratchet holds himself up as best he could over Drift before he sets a pace, thrusting his hips against Drift while grunting and venting heavily.

"Ratty, so good, so fragging good!" Drift chants as he holds onto him, clenching his valve around his thickness while running his servos along Ratchet's arms.

However, Ratchet makes a blunt noise, as if he's trying something but is struggling, right before he stops moving and lets out an annoyed heavy vent.

"What's wrong?" Drift vents densely as he feels Ratchet's hesitation and tries to avoid his lingering stare, removing himself from his valve as he backs up. "Hey, hey, Ratty, talk to me. D-did I do something wrong?" He touches his face plating and watches as Ratchet's optics shutter closes and leans into his touch.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. It's me."

"What do you mean?" Drift shifts closer, placing his other servo over his shoulder and listening to whatever he might want to say.

"It's embarrassing." Ratchet rolls his helm a little. Though he knew Drift wasn't going to let this slide, the concern hanging over his face causing him to vent once more. "I'm old. My stamina isn't what it use to be."

Realization hits Drift. So that's it. He can't hold back a smile.

"Don't you dare laugh." Ratchet warns but this only causes Drift to giggle lightly. "It's not funny."

"I'm not laughing." Drift only fails as he continues to giggle.

"Stop that, you're still laughing."

"I'm not, I'm not." Drift forces himself to calm down and bit back his smile before caressing his face. "Ratty, it's alright. Don't worry about it." Leaning close he kisses him gently. "How about you let me on top? Let me take care of you."

Drift gently pushes Ratchet onto the berth and has him lay down before straddling his lap, thighs trapping against his waist while his exposed valve rubs along Ratchet's throbbing spike, causing soft moans to leave from both of them. Drift hovers closer towards Ratchet's face with a tender smile.

"You always took care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you." Leaning closer, Drift kisses him, letting it linger before gently pushing his glossa inside, coiling with Ratchet's.

Positioning himself he sinks back down onto Ratchet's thick spike and starts to ride him, rolling his hips slowly, rocking himself and riding his spike slowly.

Ratchet moves his servos to his waist, gripping his digits into his soft armour while keeping the kiss deep between them, letting out short moans and feeling more comfortable like this.

Drift vents softly into the kiss, letting out short muffled moans as he sucks at Ratchet's glossa, clenching in sync with his movements as he rides him. He moves his servo between them and he starts to stroke himself, rubbing his tip gently before pumping his servo over, arousal and pleasure quickly boiling between them.

"Drift...Primus....you're so tight." Ratchet gently praises between heated moans against his lips.

"Ratty, oh Ratty! I feel so full, filling me so good." Drift presses his forehead against Ratchet's, keeping close while riding his thick spike buried deep in his valve, rubbing against his ceiling node while Ratchet takes over to stroke Drift's cable then.

Moments like these were dreamed between the two over their time apart from each other. So much war, hate, and now reunited, lost in the moment as if nothing happened.

Drift holds a firmer grip, throwing his weight down over again more firmly, clenching around the perfectly ridged spike throbbing in his valve and rubbing against his inner walls. Moans grew more feral between the two as Ratchet kept his moving servo around Drift, feeling ever twitch and transfluid coating his digits and along the length, wet sounds growing more louder as fluids start to build and pool

Tossing his helm back, Drift lets out a louder mewl, crying out in bliss as he rides Ratchet's spike more densely. "Frag, Ratty, frag, I won't be able to hold it back!"

"Do it, let yourself go." Ratchet gives the all clear between heated vents, because he too wasn't too far off from overloading either. "Let's do it together, same time."

Drift beams warmly through the intense pleasure boiling through him as he grinds himself down over again, venting and gasping sharply, soon muffled as Ratchet kisses him firmly and feels his spike suddenly erupt deep within him, thick ropes of fluids coating his inner walls with some dripping out. Within a moment he bites his lips and gasps out sharply as his own transfluids coat between him and Ratchet, a pink glow covering over Ratchet's digits as well.

Taking his servo, Drift lifts it up to his mouth and sucks at his digits to clean to fluids, tasting himself and letting out a delightful hum around each of them. Ratchet is always heated and flushed, he didn't think it would be possible to be even more, but he was wrong when Drift did this.

"So beautiful." He whispers, allured by the delightful sight as his cooling fans kick in along with Drift's.

"You're just as pretty." Drift whispers through a luminous smile. "I love you, Ratty. I never stopped loving you. My spark will always belong to you, my beloved."

Ratchet feels his very spark jump at his words. "I love you too, Drift. Always have and always will. We'll make this work, I promise."

Drift ends up snuggled up against Ratchet, tangled under his embrace as he purrs gently against his charris. Ratchet missed that purr, a soothing vibration and sound he always cherished.

"We'll be alright, won't we?" Ratchet asks as he caresses the back of Drift's helm.

"I believe so." He hums lightly, giving him a gentle nuzzle. "You've never loosing me ever again."

"Good."

Neither will ever be apart again.

#transformers #ratchet #drift #valveplug #idw #prime #deadlock #ratchet x drift #dratchet #canon x canon #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag #this is long #6k words #not sorry

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'Black Wedding' Story Event: Premium END

Roger's Route

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≪ This story is in Roger's POV ≫

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The believers suddenly collapsed to the ground on the spot, one after another like dominoes.

Only Kate, the Leader, and I were left standing.

Leader: What on earth… is going on…

Roger: They had a strong sleeping pill for breakfast. Ah, it’ll have some effect on them, but they won't die.

Roger: I’m a former doctor. I’m confident that I gave them the right dose, I think?

Leader: Then, this woman…

Kate: Yes, I’m a former postwoman. I’ve never dated a boxer in my life.

I couldn't contain my laughter at Kate’s words.

Roger: Hahaha. You’re so cold, young lady.

Leader: … Hahaha… haha

(... What the?)

The man had his life threatened, and yet he was still laughing.

Leader: Hahahahaha! You two are the police, aren't you?

Leader: I knew that the police have been sniffing around lately!

Just then, my ears picked up some noises.

Roger: … There are two people on the second floor.

Kate: …!?

(Footsteps coming from the second floor… over there.)

I confirmed the locations of the men pointing the muzzle of their guns at me from the second floor.

— One on the right, and one on the left.

(If I shoot one of them, there’s a chance the other will shoot me.)

I quickly assessed the situation while pulling out the gun hidden in my pocket.

(... Tch, If this goes on, Kate will get shot. I have to sacrifice myself and get hurt.)

When I decided to shoot one of the men—

Kate: Roger, I’ll take care of the one on the right!

(...!?)

I fired at one of the men, and at the same time, Kate pulled a gun out from her garter belt and fired a shot at the other man.

The bullet I shot went right into the man’s heart.

Kate shot the other man in the leg, and he remained standing with his gun pointed at her.

(... I won’t let you.)

Roger: Well done, young lady. — Good job.

With my own hands, I shot him down.

Leader: … Wha… how…

Leader: How did you notice them hiding in the shadows…

Roger: Unfortunately for you, I have good hearing. Also—

Roger: Isn’t my bride the best? But she’s mine, so don’t fall for her.

Leader: Ah… ah…

I approached him as he lost all strength and crouched on the floor in an undignified manner.

Roger: What? Are you unarmed?

Roger: After manipulating people into believing in you, you never expected to find yourself in such a dire situation, did you?

Roger: Did you really think you’ve become some kind of heavenly being?

Leader: … Save me… I’ll give you money! So…!

(... Money?)

It made me nauseous to know how that arrogant man placed money and human lives on the same level.

Roger: You stole that money from the couples you killed. Don’t mess with me.

I put the gun in my hand to the man’s forehead—

Roger: — Suffer even when you’re dead.

The familiar smell of gunpowder didn’t suit the atmosphere of a church.

Roger: Crown will come to collect this man’s body, as well as the ones in the basement.

Kate: … What will happen to the believers, who are still alive?

(... You’re still worried about other people, even in times like this.)

Roger: They’ll receive treatment at a hospital Will is supporting.

Roger: It’ll take a very long time for them to heal mentally—

Roger: But as long as they keep on living… they’ll be fine.

Ironic that I was saying that right after I took a life.

However, I was determined to continue living on the path of evil.

(I didn’t expect the young lady to shoot, though.)

I almost couldn't believe that she was the same young lady who looked like a lost puppy not too long ago.

(... Hm?)

I noticed that Kate’s fingers were trembling slightly.

(Ah… this girl…)

Without much thought, I placed my hand on her head and ruffled her hair.

Roger: The mission is completed, thanks for your hard work.

Roger: And now I shall enjoy my rare beer—

Roger: Quite a pity that you’re not receiving any reward, don’t you think?

…

Fortunately, Kate didn't get any blood on her, so I could still take her out while she was in her wedding dress.

One reason was that returning to the castle was too troublesome.

The other reason was that I wanted to see her in the black wedding dress for a while more.

The place I wanted to take Kate to was…

…

Kate: We’re at the theatre… why…

Roger: My bad. The first class seats were sold out.

I sat down on my seat, and Kate hurriedly did the same.

Kate: That’s not what I was asking, I meant to ask why did you take me to a theatre?

(Seriously, this girl wants me to say it to her directly…)

However, it wasn't my thing to outwardly express things from one to ten.

Roger: I’ve already told you. This is your reward.

Kate’s little look of protest that resembled a small child made me laugh on the inside.

Roger: Ah… young lady, I must make it clear to you about one thing.

Kate: Yes…?

Roger: As I’ve mentioned before, I have zero interest in the arts.

Roger: Therefore, I won’t be able to give you any insightful commentary or talk about my impressions after the play. I hope you won't mind.

Kate’s eyes widened for a moment before she gave me a gentle smile that looked like a flower blooming.

Kate: I’ll give you a hundred points if you manage to stay awake throughout.

Roger: I feel relieved hearing you say that.

Roger: Anyway, do plays usually take this long to begin?

Kate: Waiting and wondering when the curtains will rise is one of the joys of watching plays.

Roger: … I can never understand the reasoning behind that.

As I turned to face the front, I noticed that Kate was staring at her hands.

Her hand that had pulled the trigger of a gun earlier was no longer trembling—

(...)

(... Kate, I know you're not a strong person.)

(However, Kate. You’re not one to let your weakness affect you.)

Not only that, she even pushed herself to help me.

(I think that’s one of her strengths, but—)

She must be feeling so guilty.

She wasn’t strong enough to take a person’s life yet.

(... Goodness, she’s still the same lost puppy as before.)

Roger: Remember when we talked about my ideal type of woman?

Kate: …? Yeah.

Roger: I like a woman who can think for herself and looks good with tears flowing down her face. Now I have one more thing to add.

Roger: I also like a woman who motivates herself to be strong.

Roger: I mean it, sincerely.

Kate blinked at me and her voice shook.

Kate: … Is it acceptable if she’s not a strong person?

Roger: Yeah…

Being able to bring yourself to take someone’s life was not a sign of strength.

Moreover, blood didn’t look good on Kate.

Roger: I believe that someone who tries their best to be strong and face their obstacles head on are the truly strong ones.

Roger: Kate.

(I always acknowledge your strength.)

(.. So smile.)

Roger: Thank you for trying to help me.

Kate bit her lower lip and nodded in response.

Kate: … Alright.

(I can’t help but want to dote on her. Goodness, she IS such a lovely bride.)

A smile appeared on her face as the stage curtains rose and our surroundings dimmed.

Although my ears picked up the sound of Kate crying next to me, I pretended to not have heard it.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event #niki translates

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scientia-rex · 9 months

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I've lived with depression so long--basically my entire life, as I can remember it--that it's almost kind of funny, a background character. I can tell I'm getting worse when being handed a bowl of ice cream doesn't make me happier; I can tell I'm getting better when I can let my mind wander and not end up back at my personal list of people I would kill given the chance. (I mean, it's not a SHORT list.) I often don't notice when I'm getting better or worse unless I consciously think about the symptoms of depression:

SIGECAPS

Sleep (too much or not enough)

Interest (loss of, in things you usually enjoy)

Guilt

Energy (loss of)

Concentration (loss of)

Appetite (change in)

Psychomotor symptoms (moving really slowly or being really jittery)

Suicidality

And some weeks it's obvious, I'm thinking about killing myself all the time; and some weeks it's not obvious, I just feel guilty at the time and can't tell why; sometimes whole months are bad, and sometimes I get a reprieve even though the weather sucks, and sometimes I can't concentrate because of the depression and sometime it's because I had too much coffee, and sometimes I have too much coffee because of the depression. Sometimes I lose energy because I drank last night and sometimes I'm not hungry because I want to die. It all weaves together, and I'm never 100% normal, 100% not depressed, but being on meds means my average is a lot better. I'm somebody who just needs to be on meds, probably permanently. Life is better now than it used to be, both on the outside (better job, better hours, stable relationship) and on the inside (fewer thoughts of harming myself).

There's always change in life--depression likes to lie and say it's always been like this and it always will be, featureless and gray, a bleak pit you can't climb out of. But depression is a liar. Next week won't be the same as today.

I have a scar on the back of my hand from a dog bite. I looked at it a couple of weeks after it happened, when it was still pink and new, and thought, well, there's concrete proof that change happens whether I intend for it to or not. And now it's a thin, silvery white line, and it's still proof. I hope that dog is okay; I hope he got adopted. We didn't adopt him, because of the bite, but he wasn't a bad dog, just nervous and worried about strangers. I'm nervous and worried about strangers. But life is better now. I think it's going to keep getting better. I know it's going to keep changing.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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maruiin · 5 months

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Part 1

Part 2

The air was frosty, puffs of steam escaping from our mouths with each deep exhale. I walked behind Jesper, Kaz, and Inej, looking around cautiously. Until we got away from here, we needed to be very careful. Ahead, as agreed, there was a carriage with horses harnessed. Jesper did an excellent job, unlike the rest of us.

The Sun Summoner slipped from our grasp; we didn't even spend a minute near her. Now, I was sure that none of us had a further plan. Right now, I think we'll head to the city and decide our next move there. Perhaps we'll still have a chance to catch the Summoner, get a million kruge, return to Ketterdam, and continue living a normal life.

Up ahead, the guys are arguing about something, mostly Kaz and Jesper. As we approach the carriage, I look around once again. While Jesper, followed by Inej and Kaz, climb onto the driver's seat, I peer into the darkness, checking if anyone is following us. Getting caught now, when we're almost free from the guards, would be foolish.

"Grace, come on, take a seat," Jesper teases, saying those words with a playful tone because he finds something amusing. I turn my head towards them, inspecting the horses, the carriage, and my friends who have already settled in and are waiting for me.

Yes, I've become quite suspicious. Just ten minutes ago, I killed a person, and even the fact that I saved Inej from her personal sin and Kaz from death doesn't calm me down in the slightest. Now, I sense treachery everywhere, as if there's a threat behind every corner, a Grisha or a soldier. I place my right foot on the step, balance my left foot on the edge near Kaz, and pull myself up using my arms on the roof. I sit next to Inej, tucking my left leg under me and letting my right leg hang down from my side.

Throughout all this, I avoid looking at anyone, keeping my gaze down. I feel Inej glancing at me anxiously, torn between the impulse to take my hand, which I'm currently gripping the edge of the carriage roof between Jesper and Kaz, or to leave things as they are and maybe talk about it later in private. She knows I won't pour my heart out in front of the guys, especially not in front of Brekker. Not my style.

Still, she chooses the second option, leaving me with a genuinely encouraging smile when I look at her. Yes, Inej, you're one of the few who understands me. Jesper is still chatting away to Kaz, until Kaz asks him about the whereabouts of the Sun Summoner. Jesper smiles, as if the fate of the entire world depends on him right now, and releases the horses. The carriage jolts, so I grip the edge of the roof tighter.

Dawn was approaching. Maybe another half hour or so, and the sun would start rising above the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink, filling the darkness of the night with light. We continue to roll through the streets of Os Alta, checking for any pursuit. Tails are unnecessary now, and changing clothes would be a good idea; dressed as guards, we might raise too many questions.

"Jesper, turn down a less crowded street, we need to change clothes before sunrise attracts attention."

Jesper nods and turns onto another, less bustling street. We tried to head to the outskirts of the city, again, not to raise suspicions from the residents or the guards, since some of them have seen us. We pull under a bridge, and Jesper stops the horses.

"Alright, you guys go first," Inej says, "stuff inside." She pats the roof of the dark carriage. Kaz and Jesper jump down first, getting inside the carriage. Inej and I slowly descend from the roof, stretching our limbs.

I wrap myself in the coat that was part of the guard uniform and exhale with relief. We escaped. Inej approaches me slowly, touching my shoulder. It happens so unexpectedly that I flinch.

"Don't you want to talk about it?" Inej never insisted, not even now, but there was an underlying plea in her voice, like saying, "It'll be easier if you tell." I sigh deeply a few times, swallowing the lump in my throat, and rub my fingertips together. I've always done this when nervous.

- "And what do you want to hear?" I ask quietly because I don't want anyone to hear me at all. After all, I know that Kaz is listening in on us. Inej presses her plump lips together, rubbing my shoulder in support. - "I killed a person, Inej... I never imagined anything like this, never played out in my head how something like this could happen."

Inej listens, nodding humbly at certain moments, and I continue speaking just as softly, not breaking the tone.

- "And I absolutely can't understand myself. At times, I tremble as if with a fever. I remember his body, that dagger sticking out of his head, and a wave of panic engulfs me. But there comes a moment when I don't... I can't..." I pause, interrupting my rapid mumbling, something resembling a confession, and I raise my eyes to Inej. - "I can't imagine what it would be like if you did it... I can't imagine if Grisha had reached Kaz and killed him. And in those moments, I realize that I did everything right, that I wouldn't have done it differently, it wouldn't have worked out differently. And it becomes even scarier from that..."

Tears well up in strong and brave Inej's eyes, I see how much it hurts her to listen to this, but she swallows the lump of tears and says:

- "Why didn't you let me do it?"

- "You yourself said it was a sin..." I smile at the corner of my lips and watch as Suli's face relaxes. - "And I couldn't let you do it."

She smiles, a small tear running down her cheek, which Gafa couldn't hold back. Without thinking about anything or anyone, she turns me completely toward her and hugs me, holding me tightly against her body.

How weak I feel. I'm sure Inej would have held herself together, not showing her emotions, not showing how much she's suffering from what she's done. She would have swallowed it and perhaps forgotten over time, continuing to live on and instilling her faith in everyone. Unfortunately, I'm not Inej...

- "You know what your problem is, Grace?" Inej asks, pulling away from me but not letting go of my shoulders. Our height difference is noticeable now. Not much, but I'm about five centimeters taller than Inej. - "You're afraid that we'll look at you differently. You're afraid that I or Jesper or Kaz will look at you as a killer, accuse you of it. Deep down, you think that our attitude toward you will change, but it won't. It will never be like that."

Inej speaks in a full voice, not afraid to be heard, but apparently, that's so I'll literally ingrain her words into my head.

- "Thank you, Inej..." I whisper words of gratitude to the Suli who looks at my eyes, now full of tears, with a smile. Our brave Suli certainly knows how to move me.

Jesper jumps out of the carriage first, and then Kaz follows, seemingly limping even more on his right leg. I wipe away the tears so the guys won't see. Otherwise, I'd endure a month of Jesper's jokes about women's tears. But even for that, I adore him.

- "Your turn," the sharpshooter rushes to inform us. All this time, he kept looking back, staring at the large chest for belongings attached to the back of the carriage. But I decide not to ask him about it. Who knows, maybe he just imagined it, so I jump ahead of Inej into the carriage, closing the door.

For a few minutes, we don't get out of the carriage, adjusting our clothes and rearranging our weapons. Inej mostly has knives, both long and short, for close and ranged combat, each with its name. I, on the other hand, stick with the usual: a pistol, bullets, and two daggers. One was given to Inej, the other gifted by Kaz.

The spot where Brekker's gift used to rest was now empty.

We jump out of the carriage and approach the guys who are discussing something.

- "We need to find some tavern, stay there for a while, and come up with a plan for our next actions," Kaz says, inspecting Inej and me for readiness, pausing his gaze on my hand that now rests on my thigh with an empty sheath for the dagger. Kaz doesn't reveal anything; he doesn't even frown. He just raises his eyes to me, and we exchange glances.

- "We passed a tavern not far from here; I think we could stop there," Jesper suggested. In the meantime, I shift my gaze from Kaz to Wylan, as I can't withstand the intensity of his penetrating eyes. At another time, sure, we might have even competed in staring contests, but right now, I'm just a couple of steps away from remembering my recent conversation with Inej and bursting into tears again.

- "I think that's a good idea," Inej agrees, already turning towards the carriage.

- "Agreed," I nod approvingly because I don't see any other options. We all head towards the carriage, and then I notice once again how Jesper keeps looking in the direction of the chest. - "Jesper, what are you peering at over there?" He only grins slyly, looking first at me, then at Kaz and Inej, and then shifting his gaze back to the chest.

- "Oh, just making sure we don't lose anyone else's belongings along the way," we all look at him in surprise, I even raise an eyebrow in confusion, - "you never know, maybe the cargo is too valuable."

- "You can check it yourself later." Kaz scowls, responding to Jesper's words with a grim expression.

- "Of course, we will make sure to check..."

I can only smile, shaking my head from side to side. It's always fun with Jesper around; if it weren't for him, I can't imagine how our heists would go without his presence and his sense of fun for everyone.

And above the rooftops, the sun of a new day was already shining brightly.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #freddy carter smut #six of crows #kazzle dazzle #kiss

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nyctophilevamp · 11 months

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Beauty And The Vampire

Genre : Supernatural Au!, Angst, Smut, Blood, Death Pairing : Lee So Hyuk × Black Reader

Summary: Y/N Might Be Civilization's Best Hope

When It Comes To Killing The Creatures That Feed On Humans. Yet They Treat Her As An Outsider. What Happens When Y/N Gets A Big Job Kill The Most Dangerous Vampire Of Them All?

Switches P.O.V Between Reader And LSH

Standing up, I took a sip of water. I just finished sharpening my blade. I'm getting ready to prepare for my biggest mission yet. The one my parents failed to complete.

Kill the Vampire of all vampires, or in other words the King. The king of the creatures humans live in fear because of.

My parents failed to do this when I was 14. 10 years later, I have the chance to avenge them. Even if it gives my life.

I took the job from the wealthiest folk around here. The King supposedly killed their son when he went out in the woods and they want to retaliate. If I'm being completely honest, I don't give a shit. About their son, them, or this town. This town treats me as if I am nothing more than a rodent on the street after my parents died. They just act nice when they need a job done.

"The girl who kills vampires" That's what they call me. They don't know my name and they don't care to know, I'm merely an asset in their lives and they are liabilities in mine. I provide them with the benefit of being safe and then I take money out of their pockets.

To be honest, I'm not avenging my parents either. Hell, I barely know them. They were never around, more focused on the vampire than they were focused on me. I'm doing it to prove to myself that I'm better than them. Better than everyone In this town.

I got the job a week ago and after collecting information for a week today would be the day I move out. Drinking the rest of my water I slip inside my boots and grab my weapons. Strapping them against my body. I walk into the night. The town is empty and silent. Every one scared, something might kill them. They keep garlic above their doors. But that doesn't keep them away not at all. They can't enter your home without permission though. But of course, close-minded humans who refuse to study what's unknown to them wouldn't know that.

Cracking my neck I ran into the forest of trees. Once I reach the river I will be in their territory. Waking over the rocks that act as a pathway in the river I cross over and now I'm in their forest. Their territory.

Hearing some rustling behind me I place my hand on my knife. I don't wanna use all my energy. Need to save it for the big guy. The hair on my left arm raised, indicating the leech was on the left side of me. Before it could grab me I quickly ducked and kneed it in the stomach. Now they might be strong but a human can still fight it and have a possibility of winning. Of course, you would need training, and well I've been training for my whole life.

While the thing was bent over I grabbed him by his hair and kick his knee forward so we both fell to the ground. Seeing his face, ironic it's the family's son. So he wasn't killed but turned and he's still a newborn. Cute.

"Your family misses you, Michael. I'll let them know you love them very much. Rest easy," I said as I put the blade right in the lower area of his neck. He choked on his blood quietly.

Standing up, I wiped my knife on his shirt and continued my journey. Halfway to my destination, 5 vampires stood in my way. Fuck this isn't good. This isn't good at all. But I won't die here not by a long shot.

"The King said he heard a ruckus in the forest. Wasn't expecting someone as sweet-smelling as you," One said looking my body up and down like I was going to be his meal for tonight. I'll be dammed if I let a vampire who looks like he eats cigarettes for breakfast take a drop of blood out of me. Moving quickly I threw my blade straight for his eye. Bullseye. It won't kill him but I don't care.

"You bitch," he started taking the knife out of his eye. Bitch? Funny coming from the thing who eats people.

"The King said don't kill her. He wants to meet with her first," another one spoke while gripping the thing who has blood spilling from his eye.

"Just because we can't kill her doesn't mean we can't beat her ass some," Another one said behind me grabbing my braids and wrapping them around his hand. He yanked my head back and sniffed my neck.

"Fuck she does smell sweet," He said. I'll kill this bastard before he has the chance to ever taste me. Before I knew all five creatures were sending hit after hit towards me. Fighting the best I could until my body gave out. Well, at least I'm not dying. I thought before I passed out.

( The Kings P.O.V)

I heard a commotion in the forest all the way from my throne room. I thought it was a lackey until something sweet hit my nose. Smelled like a fresh set of chocolate chip cookies. Whatever it was I wanted to taste it, and it was coming from the forest. So I sent five randoms to catch it.

(Lackey= Newborn)

To my surprise, they dragged in a beat up brown skin girl. She was still alive. I know that for a fact because I can hear her heart pumping. But I'm sure I said to bring her in unharmed. This is what happens when you send idiots to do a job meant for higher-ups. Looking up at the five men I see most of them with wounds on them and one with a runny eye. Looked like a medium cooked sunny side egg with yolk running out.

"I thought I said bring her in unharmed," I spoke, waiting for an answer. The five dumbasses looked at me as of they lost the ability to use their tongues. They will soon. Looking over at my guards I nodded my head before the one with the running eye body fell down the floor. Watching his head roll away the other five started to bolt for the doors as more guards came for them.

Getting off the throne I walked over to the beauty laying to rest on the ground. I picked her up and headed over to the Chambers. Looking at one of the guards I signaled him to follow me. As we are walking I told him to get the best nurse in the castle and tell them to come to this room. He exited the room as I laid the woman down. She was beautiful, even bloodied and bruised she look breathtaking. She reminded me of my lover a few hundred years ago.

Amoura was her name. She was beautiful and gave me life in my very dead one. She could make anyone laugh and her smile could light up towns. Unfortunately, humans took her away and deemed her a demon for loving me. They kidnapped her and tortured her until she was dead and I couldn't do anything. I've never forgiven myself for that and I never will. I'll never forgive the humans either.

Seeing the nurse walk in I stepped away from the bed and in the dark corner of the room.

"Tend to her wounds if you may. Use magic or go about it the regular way. Please see to it that she can wake the next day," I spoke rhythmically. Ever since the day Amoura passed, I wore a mask and spoke in a way where no one could understand me. Just because I felt as though she would be the only one to see me and understand me. Only a select few of my closest guards have seen my face. I'd like to keep it that way.

"Yes Sire," The nurse spoke in a hurried tone. Her thoughts were loud, she was trying to refrain herself from draining the blood of the woman that lay.

"Try to taste a drop of her blood and your head will be served to your family as their next meal," I threatened hearing her thoughts get louder and louder. I'll rip her head off myself before I let anyone hurt what's mine again. Mine? Yes, she's my prisoner now so she belongs to me.

(Y/N P.O.V)

Opening my eyes, I was met with a white ceiling. I guess I'm in the castle, at least I'm not dead. Sitting up I search for my knife. My plan is to get to the King and go home. I don't have time to be worried about my wounds or the fact that I have no idea where the hell King is. Also, my knife is gone. In fact, all my weapons are, those little bitches.

“I trust you might be looking for this,” A deep voice spoke from the corner of the room, tossing something up and down. Looking over to the corner I saw glowing red eyes. Okay, what the hell. A Vampire with glowing red eyes? The first time I've ever seen that. Should I be scared? No, I can't and I won't be.

“Who are you?” I said standing up. A second later a man with a rose gold mask covering the top half of his face came out of the shadows. He had my knife In his hand. And his presence screamed dark. This must be the King himself.

“My name is Lee Soo Hyuk, but you can refer to me as the King,” he spoke walking closer to me. He was the man I needed to kill. I see why no one ever saw his face because he kept it covered. Looking down I see his hand outstretched. He's handing me my knife. Quickly taking it from him I hold it against his neck. He just gave me the opportunity to kill him and I will. Pushing him back until his back hit the wall he smiled. His fangs on display, hate to admit but they're beautiful.

“Should I be the one having you pinned against the wall? Not that I mind this position though,” he spoke with amusement laced in his tone. It took me a minute to realize what he meant. Taking the blade I pushed it into his neck and he watched the blade go in inch by inch. He put his hand over mine before pulling the blade out. Not even a drop of blood was spilled from his neck.

“This little blade might be able to hurt lackeys and the lower class but it can't hurt me, darling,” he whispered in my ear. Shocked I stepped back, I wasn't prepared for this. If my blade can't kill or even make him bleed. What the hell could? I have to leave here or ill end up dying. Sitting back on the bed in defeat. I gripped the sheets I wanted to cry. I'm worse than my parents, not only did I fail I was also taken by the king. I guess the town was right I'm worthless and good for nothing after all. I felt a hand under my chin and fingers wiping my cheeks. Looking up at the man above me, I realized that even though he was wearing a mask he looked beautiful.

“Don’t cry, darling I'm not going to kill you and no one can hurt you unless I tell them to,” he spoke his voice deep but soothing. I nodded my head almost as if I was in a trance by his words. “Tell me what is your name?” he spoke asking for my name.

“My name is Y/N L/N,” when he heard my name he stepped back and analyzed my face before leaving the room in a hurry. Not knowing what just happen I lay down on the bed to get some sleep. Letting my thoughts drift me to sleep.

(1 Week Later)

It's been a week since I've been in this castle and I've refused every offer that was made to me. I've refused to eat, leave this room or let the maids dress me. I don't trust anyone here, why the hell should I? If it wasn't for their King's orders they would trying to see how I taste. And just because the king ordered them to doesn't mean they won't snap at any moment.

The only thing I've done in this place is take a bath and sleep. The only thing I've taken from them is clothes. Sitting on the bed staring out the window I hear a knock on the door. Before I could say anything a male's voice yelled from outside the door.

“The King is requesting your presence at the dinner table tonight,” he said.

“Tell your King I wouldn't sit with him to eat anything in this wretched place. Even if it kills me,” I said as my head was pounding and my stomach growling from the lack of food. Just suck up your damn pride and sit down with him for a meal. It will not kill you. Or it might, what if he's just trying to fatten me up so I can be juicier? My thoughts were colliding with each other not helping my headache. I decided to just lie down to make the aching go away.

(King P.O.V)

“Sire she deemed she would rather die than sit and eat with you,” the guard I sent out to get Y/N spoke in a scared tone. My jaw clenched upon hearing this. A human can't survive without food and to my understanding, she hasn't eaten in a week. Yet she still refuses my meals. The glass cup in my hand shattered as I stood up and headed over to her chambers with a plate of food in my hand. If she refused to eat I would have to simply force her. Knocking on the room door before stepping in. Her backside was turned to me.

“I thought I told you to tell your King I'm not going to eat,” She said as she turned around her mouth closed at the end of her statement after she saw I was standing there.

“Oh darling you hurt my heart, why are you refusing to eat?” I said as I walked closer to her. She didn't say anything but instead turned around once again. Clenching my jaw I walked in front of her. I hate being ignored and I hate being disobeyed. I grabbed her jaw making her eyes go wide in shock.

“I don't give a shit if you don't wanna eat with me but I will not have you dying in this castle. So open your mouth and eat the food Y/N,” I told her as I shoved a spoon of whatever the hell it is the chef made. Watching her chew and then swallow made me smile.

“Eat the rest, I'm not leaving until it's finished and you've drunk all your water,” I handed her the bowl as I sat down on the couch next to her. Once she was done with half of the bowl and all of the water she slid it over to me. I stood taking the items from her before caressing her face.

“Good girl,” I smiled at her before walking out. She was just going to have to get used to me and this castle because she wasn't leaving. Not after what I discovered. A week ago that night when she first came I took a drop of her blood in a sample tube and sent it to some witches far out west. I had a theory that she was my past lover somehow brought to me again and I knew only the witches could confirm it. This morning they sent a letter back to me. The letter told me that my suspicions were confirmed. She was the lover I lost all those years ago and I would be dammed if I left her run or if I let her get hurt. Not again, not this time. Going back to the dining room I sat at the table and ate my food. Happy that she ate as well. I'll make sure she eats every day if I have to.

(Three Days Later)

I watched her eat every meal prepared for the past few days. Going to her room in the morning. I didn't see her, she wasn't in her bed, bathroom, or closet. I grew concerned and angry, I have strict orders set in place that she isn't to leave this room without my permission. And if she is hurt all the guards in this hall will be fed to demon dogs. I decided to get her food and place it in the room before I go and find her. I walked into the dining room and to my surprise she sat there at the table with a bowl of food in front of her. Shocked and disappointed were the only two things I was feeling. Shocked because she actually sat in the dining room to eat and disappointed because I couldn't sit in the room with her as she ate. Also because I couldn't feed anyone to my pets.

“I see you joined me for breakfast, my love,” I said as I sat on the other side of the table. She just nodded her head and continued to eat. I haven't broken the barrier of her speaking to me but I will soon. Love takes time, I mean I already love her but I'm sure it will take time for her. As we are in silence I looked up to see how vast our distance was 10 chairs on either side separated us but if she felt comfortable with being that far I was fine with it.

(4 Days Later)

(Y/N P.O.V)

Surprisingly I started doing more stuff around the castle. I don't think the King was ever going to let me leave and I don't know what his intentions are. So I might as well have fun in this place while still alive. Here I am sitting in the library reading a book about god knows what. I could never find books entertaining I would rather paint or train. Signing I stood up to return the book to its original place only to drop the book out of my hands. The King sat on the other couch reading a book, when the hell did he get here?

“Are you not enjoying your book?” He asked while still reading his book. Startled I shook my head no.

“I don't exactly enjoy reading. When did you get here?” I questioned him trying to reach the spot I took the book from. Damn it where's the little stool that was here. The hair on the back of my neck raised and I felt him behind me. His hand went above mine grabbing the book and placing it back in its spot.

“A couple minutes after you came in,” he whispered against my neck. I closed my eyes preparing to be bit in the neck. Well, this is it, this is how it ends. I thought before my eyes shot open as he kissed behind my ear down to my shoulder blade. Losing my balance I fell back against him and we both landed on the floor. Before he could say anything I got up and ran over to my room. God that was so embarrassing. Soon as I lay down I heard a knock on the door. Before I could say come in, he walked in and sat on the bed.

“What do you like to do? I can set up some stuff for you so you aren't bored,” he said. Looking over at him I wanted to take the mask right off and see how he looked. The only thing I knew was that his eyes were red and his lips were red. I cleared my throat and look into his eyes.

“I like to paint and kill vampires,” I told him with a smile on my face. He nodded his head before standing and walking out. He does that a lot. Sighing I covered myself and closed my eyes.

It's been two weeks since we've spoken to each other. We've eaten together and sat in the library together. Enjoying the silence together. After I got out of the shower and got dressed there was a knock at the door figuring it was the King I didn't say anything. I was right as he walked in.

“Good Corning darling, if you don't mind would you follow me please,” he spoke to me putting out his hand. I grabbed his hand and we ventured out to the hallway. Walking hand in hand around the castle we came to a stop at a room. I looked at him and he only smiled before pushing the door open.

In the room were multiple canvases and paints with a high stool. The room was beautiful, perfectly set up for someone who liked to paint. I let go of his hand and inspected all the paint with excitement. Looking back over at him, I smiled and walked over to hug him. I don't know why I hugged him. The man I'm supposed to despise, the man who brought horror upon my time. The man who killed my parents. Yet I couldn't help but show my gratitude to him. He's done better and more for me than anyone has in my whole lifetime.

“Thank you, It's beautiful,” I told him letting go of the hug. He smiled at me before leaving the room. Weird.

(Kings P.O.V)

She has been here for almost two months now and I can say she has finally warmed up to me. Instead of me reading in the library she insists that I read in her art room while she paints. She stopped talking about wanting to kill me and hopefully, she stopped thinking about it too. With her, I couldn't read her thoughts like I did with everyone else. It was like she had some sort of mind blocker on. But I don't mind because Amoura was just the same. She stood up and walked over to me. She grabbed the book out of my hand before telling me to stand up. Standing up I followed her and was astonished. In two days she painted me laying against the couch reading. It looked beautiful even if you couldn't see my face it still was.

“You're an amazing painter, my love,” I told her still admiring the piece of art she painted. Smiling at her I took her hand and walked into the hallway.

“It's getting late and a storm is coming. You should get some rest,” I watched as her eyes went wide.

“A storm?” she spoke quietly almost as if she was scared.

“If you're too scared to sleep alone tonight you can always accompany me to my chambers,” I said gently not wanting to sound like I was suggesting anything. Maybe I was but she didn't have to know. To my surprise, she nodded her head. Taking her hand again I walked over to my chambers.

It stormed for 7 nights meaning she slept in the same bed as me for seven nights. When she couldn't sleep we would stay up and have long conversations with each other. Just exchanging information about each other. Through our conversations, she learned the reason I hate humans and I learned the reason she hates vampires. I can't relatively say I felt bad about killing her parents but they killed a school full of children. Yes, they may have been vampires but they were still children and well I had no choice but to murder them. Of course, I told her that her parents were evil.

(Y/N P.O.V)

On the eighth night of the storm, I sat in the Kings bed with him next to me. Looking over at his sleeping frame I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for him. I didn't know if it was love or not but it felt right to put that title behind it. I loved the King and I've never seen his face. Reaching my hands over to his face, I put my hands on each side of the mask and started to lift it. Before it could completely come off his eyes opened and he grabbed my wrist tight enough to break it. When he saw it was me he quickly let my wrist go and sat up.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to take it off,” I said rubbing my wrist, hoping he wasn't too mad.

“It's fine, did I hurt you?” he asked concern laced in his tone. I smiled at him before shaking my head no. I don't think he realized but the mask slipped off of his face. Coming closer to him I put my hand on his cheek as he stared into my eyes.

“You look very young. How old are you?” I asked still caressing his face.

“I am 28 years old,” he told me leaning into my touch. I know that's the age he's been stuck in but I wonder for how long.

“How long have you been 28?”

“For 457 years darling,” He smiled at me. He's so beautiful, I wonder why he hid his face from the world. Slowly I leaned into him before placing my lips on his. His lips felt soft and plush, like a pillow. It felt so right just to kiss him. He gripped my waist pulling me into his lap. I ground my hips down on him, I don't know what came over me but I wanted him now. Pulling away from the kiss I start kissing his neck while moving my hips back and forth slowly against him. After kissing his neck I was about to suck on it until he pulled me off of him.

“Your cute my love but we can't,” he said. We can't? Why the hell not?

“Oh, may I ask why?” I said not trying to sound too desperate but the truth is I'm desperate as fuck.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he said standing up and grabbing his mask. Hurt me? He couldn't hurt me and even if he did I'm the one asking for it. Before he could reach the door I grabbed his wrist.

“I want you to hurt me,” I told him as he looked me up and down before swallowing. “Please” I let out hoping at least that would convince him. He threw his mask to the chair and started to unbutton his shirt. Taking off his shirt he pulled my jaw up for a kiss.

“Don't be mad at me if I'm too rough. Please,” he told me in between kisses. I smiled at him before laying back on the bed feeling him climb on top of me.

“Grip the headboard for support,” he said before moving my panties to the side and sticking two fingers in me. Throwing my head back as his long fingers curled inside of me hitting a certain spot. When he realized he hit a good spot he kept going curling his fingers while moving them at a fast pace. He came up to my fave before kissing me and moving down to lick my neck. He sucked my neck leaving a bruise. When he kissed me again my legs shook around his hand and I let out a loud moan. He took his fingers out before leaving them in my mouth, making me suck them clean.

He pulled his pants down and let his dick spring free before lining it up with my entrance. Goodness I hope this doesn't hurt, I thought to myself.

He laced his fingers with mine before pushing all the way in. He stayed there while he kissed my neck.

“Bite me,” I said and he looked at me like I was insane. “Please just do it,” I continued, I know he won't hurt me. I trust him. He nodded his head before he started to move in at a slow but rough place. A piercing pain shot through my neck as he started to drink from me. It hurt at first but with the mix of him fucking into me hard it turned into pleasure and all I could do was take it.

“Soo-hyuk,” I moaned out. He stopped for a second pulling away from my neck and smiling. I called him by his first name for once. He kissed my cheek before his hand gripped the bed while the other wrapped my thigh around his waist. He went harder and faster making the headboard hit the wall. I pulled his face down kissing his bloody lips.

“You feel so good baby,” he said moaning in my ear. Just hearing him moan made me cum. When he finally came I had just finished coming for the third time. He pulled himself out of me and laid against my chest. Sighing in contentment I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.

In the morning I stayed in the garden while he slept. This is the longest I've ever seen him sleep. While picking out flowers an unsettling feeling happened in my stomach. Something bad was going to happen today. I just knew it deciding it was best to go inside I went to my art room and painted. I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and then kiss my neck. Laughing I turned around and kissed him back.

“Hi,” he smiled at me his fangs showing.

“Hi,” I said back before a guard came barging into the room. He quickly turned his face before speaking.

“You didn't have permission to come in here. So it better be an emergency,” he said anger evident in his tone. The guard look scared but he stood his ground.

“I'm sorry for the intrusion Sire, but we're under attack. The whole town is being lit on fire by humans,” he said making my heart drop. The humans are trying to kill everyone in this town. Fire can be used to harm them.

“I can talk to them. I can calm them down and stop this.” I told making him turn his face towards me. He shook his head no before turning towards the guard.

“Get the best man and kill them all. I don't care about a fire kill them and feed.” He spoke starting at the guard. The guard stared at his face before nodding and running off. He looked back at me and smiled.

“Go to my chambers and stay there. Don't come out until I get you,” he said pulling away from me and walking off. Standing up I look down the halls to see it empty of any guards. I went over to his room and into his closet and grabbed my best knives before going straight for the window. I jumped out and followed where I heard the most ruckus. Seeing at least twenty townspeople. They look over at me in shock.

“She's alive,” one said beaming with joy. They were happy to see me? Did they do this for me? There was no way and even if it wasn't right so I need to stop them.

“Yes I'm alive but what are you doing? You're setting a town on fire,” I said getting closer to them. One yelled back at me.

“This isn't a town this is a monster's paradise and we're here to burn down to the ground,” I shook my head no.

“No this is a place where beings live. There are children here,” I said trying to convince them to stop. They weren't listening only spewing hateful words about this place and the vampires. Before one pointed something out.

“What is that on your neck girl?” the man spoke realizing it was the man who hired me to kill the king I stepped back. Another one yelled

“She is sleeping with a vampire. KILL HER,” she shouted. When they started coming towards me I pulled out my knives ready to defend myself and this town. They all came charging at me with spears and pitchforks. I was able to kill at least three before I was tackled to the ground and attacked by the remaining 17. After seven minutes the group ran away from me. I lay there in my blood with a sphere in my stomach and blood pooling out of me. This is how it ends for me, I thought as I closed my eyes.

(Soo-Hyuks P.O.V)

I smelled the scent of baked cookies again as I drained this human of its blood. The only person with that scent would be my love. Y/N. Looking at my men I tell them to handle the rest of the humans while I tracked her scent. A group of humans ran past me some bloody and some just with blood on them. When the last one ran past me I smelt the chocolatey scent on her and gripped her shoulder so tight that it broke. She screamed causing the group ahead of her to stop and turn around. Before they could get to me I ran with her. Dragging her by her broken shoulder.

“Where is she?” I said venom laced in my tone. Knowing she had some idea where Y/N was.

“She's dead. Laying in her own blood for loving a vampire,” she said throwing her back and laughing. Before she could laugh anymore I ripped her jaw apart. All I saw was red and every human was going to feel my pain if my lover had died again. Quickly running over to the scent I saw her with a sphere in her stomach. Rushing to her side I shook her. Her eyes slowly lulled open and she smiled at me. How can she be smiling right now?

“Hi,” she said her voice hoarse.

“Baby please don't talk. Okay? You're going to be okay. I'll save you this time,” I cried out to her. Tears falling down my face, I removed the mask. She gently put her bloody hand to my face before speaking again.

“I Love You Soo-Hyuk,” she spoke again before her arm fell against the ground. I shook her again and again but I got no response. I failed again. She died again because of me and these humans. Why do I keep failing? Taking the sphere out of her body I kissed her neck and bit down on her neck making sure my venom went inside her. It was too late but it would never hurt to try. I pulled away still not getting a response, I stood up and picked her body up before walking over to the commotion. I looked between my guards and the humans. Stop I said too quietly.

“STOP,” I yelled as my body shook with anger. Everyone stopped to look at me, they started at me as if I was a golden item on display. I smiled at them tears still flowing down my face. I place one last kiss on Y/N's mouth before looking back at my guards.

“Don't kill them, just capture them and lock them up in a cell,” I turned away from them walking back to the castle. Once inside the castle, I went up to the top floor. There is one single room on the top floor. It has a clear glass coffin in it that I kept after Amoura died. Placing Y/Ns body in the casket I called two maids to change her into a black dress and to clean up the blood on her dead body. Letting them enter the room I walked away with my head down in shame.

I've failed my lover, I've failed my people, I've failed myself. I don't have the right to even call myself a king or let alone be glorified as one.

(Two Months Later)

The town was restored and expanded through the other side of the forest. There were still some humans on the other side but they were all turned. As for the human that raided the town two months ago. They have been getting tortured for one day each week. I didn't plan to kill them fast. They didn't deserve that satisfaction and I didn't plan to feed off them. Their blood smells like acid I’d rather not.

Here I am sitting in my throne room going through the same cycle I've been going through my entire life. Closing my eyes I slumped against the chair. Before my eyes shot open.

The throne room doors flew open and the guards that were standing there flew against the wall bones breaking upon impact. Waiting for someone to come through the doors I stood up as five of my men stood in front of me.

We all heard laughing as all the candles and lights went off in the room. I felt a hand grab my mask and before I could react they cracked it into two pieces. Who the hell was this and how are they faster than me? I felt my body being thrown back with much force and I'm thrown all the way back onto my throne seat. Then someone placed themselves on my lap and that's when I saw her.

Eyes glowing red and curly black hair up into an afro.

“Y/N?” I spoke unsure of the woman that sat on me. Her red eyes glowed as she smiled showing her fangs.

“You never said you loved me back,” she spoke against my ear. And I smiled, I saved her. I didn't fail. Gripping her hair I pull her into a long-awaited kiss.

“I Love You Y/N,” I told her as she smiled at me.

The End

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the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game 🎶💖

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums.

🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules: 1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND 2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

This was so hard!! There are so so so many albums not included but I think 15 albums is enough to where I look crazy but not tooooo crazy (doubtful) and I wanted to make it somewhat varied genre-wise. A lot of these artists have like multiple no-skip albums as well so picking between them was extra difficult—on some I went with the underrated favourite of mine to mix it up. I don't know! It's kinda all over the place. Thank you so much to @ventiswampwater, @visceravalentines, @avrilsboy, & @actualfucking for tagging me!!! 🥹 I think there were a few others who tagged me but then removed my tag, probably because they saw I was tagged by others lol, so thank you to those ppl too!!<333

Tagging: @xoxo-gossipghoul (& anyone else! I think most people have done this at this point? But if you’re reading this and haven’t been tagged yet then this is me tagging you!!! lol) Album List & Track Rec:

🏴 Damaged — Black Flag (1981)

track rec: Police Story

↳ This fucking city / Is run by pigs / They take the rights away / From all the kids

🪑 Songs from The Big Chair — Tears for Fears (1985)

track rec: Mothers Talk

↳ It's not that you're not good enough / It's just that we can make you better / Given that you pay the price / We can keep you young and tender / Following the footsteps of a funeral pyre / You were paid not to listen now your house is on fire

💀 Collection I & II — Misfits (1986/1995)

track rec: Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight?

↳ Rip the veins from human necks until they're wet with life / Razor-blades love teenage flesh, an epidermoty / I'll bring back a souvenir, for it's my mommy's dream

🍊 No Doubt — No Doubt (1992)

track rec: Trapped in a Box

↳ Ah trapped in a box my life becomes void / And all of the thought for myself's now destroyed / Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy / Subliminal rules: how to live, how to die / Trapped in a box

🌙 Dreaming of You — Selena (1995)

track rec: God’s Child (Baila Conmigo) (Ft. David Byrne)

↳ God makes us dream / But won't set us free / Hey, hey, hey, hey / God calls us dance to songs we can't hear / Hey, hey, hey, hey

🌊 Tidal — Fiona Apple (1996)

track rec: Sullen Girl

↳ And there's too much going on / But it's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion / Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

🦷 The Distillers — The Distillers (2000)

track rec: Red Carpet & Rebellion

↳ The palace dialed in the streets were burning / The red horizon came crashing through the morning / There was no contentment, only bloodshed / Red blood and social discontent / Bruised by puritan, oh, puritan exempt / It's like a peasant uprising

🦋 Greatest Hits — Mariah Carey (2001)

track rec: When You Believe (Mariah Carey & Whitney Houston)

↳ They don't always happen when you ask / And it's easy to give in to your fears / But when you're blinded by your pain / Can't see your way clear through the rain / A small but still, resilient voice / Says hope is very near

😈 Antics — Interpol (2004)

track rec: Not Even Jail

↳ I pretend like no one else to try control myself / I'm subtle like a lion's cage / Such a cautious display / Remember take hold of your time here / Give some meanings to the means / To your end / Not even jail

🌆 The City Sleeps in Flames — Scary Kids Scaring Kids (2005)

track rec: The World as We Know It

↳ A virus known as rage / Is brutal in destroying / And spreading all over the place / Bleeding culture / The dying nation / When the money controls the tide / We won't get another chance this time / We won't get a second chance this time

🎺 Back to Black — Amy Winehouse (2006)

track rec: Some Unholy War

↳ If my man was fightin' some unholy war / I would be behind him / Straight shook up beside him with strength / He didn't know, it's you I'm fightin' for / He can't lose with me in tow (With me in tow) / I refuse to let him go (To let him go) / At his side and drunk on pride / We wait for the blow

🎸 Favourite Worst Nightmare — Arctic Monkeys (2007)

track rec: Teddy Picker

↳ And it's the thousandth time that it's even bolder / Don't be surprised when you get bent over / They told you, but you were gaggin' for it

3️⃣ Three Vol. 1 — Joel Plaskett (2009)

track rec: Gone, Gone, Gone

↳ In the middle of a lonely night / Got caught in the hallway light / For a minute you were gettin' close / I suspect I've seen a ghost / In the middle of a highway dream / You got caught in the headlight beam / Down the road with your tired eyes / Good old boys with your old goodbyes

🫙 Ignore the Ignorant — The Cribs (2009)

track rec: Emasculate Me

↳ Spent all this time chasing happy / But happy is boring to me / So put walls around our misery / And gently emasculate me

🧱 Brutalism — IDLES (2018)

track rec: Exeter

↳ It seems like no-one cares / I think I'll take the stairs / 'Cause nothing ever / He punched himself in the face / To prove he wasn't gay / 'Cause nothing ever happens

#these album choices make me look gay angry and sad #which is accurate #tag game #tagging game

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 2 years

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The Grabber Drabble: Finding out Reader wants to die

Content/Warnings: Reader has Depression, Kidnapped Reader, Gender neutral Reader, Pet names, Kinda degradation/Objectification!!!, Slight Stockholm

When he kidnapped you he expected you to go through the same phases, the same meekly attempts to escape. Begging, Bargaining or just Yelling. Instead you were just.. quiet and stayed were you are. You didn’t fall for the trap with the door nor did you ever even ask to be let out.

It have been a few weeks until you made your first request, and it made him stop in his tracks.

„You want to kill me anyways don’t you? Then do it, please.“

He set down the tray with food and slowly stood up again. You asked him to kill you? Was that supposed to be reverse psychology?

He eyed you, watched a tear fall to your face as you kept on looking up to him from the mattress you were sitting on. The nothingness was just as agonizing as any torture he might have chosen, and you couldn’t bear to be alone with yourself anymore.

„Now.. why would you ask me that?“ He wondered out loud with his dark voice coming from beneath the devilish mask.

„I don’t even have the energy to do it myself. This is.. the opportunity I was hoping for, you see?“

He would have liked it better if it was a lie, but he could see just how serious you were. And it explained how despite being put in a threatening situation no survival instincts whatsoever kicked in yet.

The Grabber didn't know how to feel about this revelation, because on one hand he was obviously frustrated that his victim didn't put up a fight that was worth punishing you for- on the other hand his heart sunk at that. He craved this energy, this youthfulness that he thought you would have as well as the other people he had chosen before you, he wanted to corrupt it with his games.

But you.. you puzzled him. You didn't care what happened to you, and somehow this helpless yet apathetic state you were in had something pure to it. He couldn't punish you even if he wanted to.

Because you were already so broken, so frail from the wounds your soul had suffered. You were undeserving of any more torment.

He approached you, crouching down in front of you as you sat on the mattress and softly tipped your head up with his hand. His touch felt warm and you looked up into the eyes behind the mask.

"Do you want to return home?" You shook your head, and it felt like he smiled behind his mask, "Good. Then you can stay here with me."

You looked up in confusion, "Why would you keep me..? Why won't you kill me..?" You almost sounded frustrated, it was like he wanted to prolong your suffering but the opposite was the case.

"If you continue to behave I can grant you more freedom here.. and give you a decent life. Everybody thinks you're dead by now anyway so why not start anew?"

He wanted to.. give you a new chance? A new life..?

"Living a human life is exhausting isn't it? Why don't you just become my pet then?"

Your eyes widened, you were probably supposed to be offended by that but.. it sounded like every responsibility, every heavy aspect that made life so unbearable would be lifted off you. You didn't even care if he deemed you a pet, because your self worth was already buried long ago.

What you did care about what that somehow, he saw something in you that was worth continuing your life for. Something you didn't see yourself. Maybe it was just a sick game, but he promised you a decent life. Maybe he cared even more for your life than all the people around you who just assumed you were fine up until now.

"..O-Ok.. I agree."

He chuckled seemingly excited about your decision and clapped into his hands.

"Splendid! Then come along bunny, I'll show you around your new home." He stood up and bickered you to come after him towards the stairs.

You hesitantly followed after him and watched as the door fully opened for you again to step through. Some freedom you weren't supposed to ever feel again was hitting you as you stepped into the sun flooded house.

What would life be by the side of the man who kidnapped you?

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Yoo I hope you liked it, I know it's dark but I'm feeling like trash rn so I had to let this one out

#the grabber x reader

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laindtt · 3 months

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Ask Meme

Was tagged by the lovely @lulu2992 for quite a challenging ask meme: spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC/pairings, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL! Thank you so much ♥ As I haven't properly introduced my OCs yet, I chose 3 songs for the Seed family and one for each of its members ; some of them are quite oddly specific so I added some details, but I hope you'll enjoy the medley :) I also added the parts of the lyrics that motivate my choice under the cut.

Tagging, if you're interested in giving a try: @purplehairsecretlair @teamhawkeye @redreart @sweeetestcurse @galeofwaterdeeps @miasmat @josephslittledeputy

TW: strong language, violence, self-harm

L - Live like legends, Ruelle (the Seed family)

When it rains, it pours There will be blood in the water Cold to the core Faith falls hard on our shoulders This is our time No turning back We could live, we could live like legends This is our time No turning back We could live, we could live like legends

A - A million voices, Polina Gagarina (the Seed family)

We are the world's people Different yet we're the same We believe, we believe in a dream Praying for peace and healing I hope we can start again We believe, we believe in a dream So if you ever feel love is fading Together like the stars in the sky We can sing, we can shine When you hear our voices call You won't be lonely anymore

I - If rain is what you want, Slipknot (the Seed family, to the Deputy)

It's been years since anyone could be a friend It's the fear that kills the feeling in the end Can we face it? Can we shape it? Can we really die? If rain is what you want, all you have to do is close your eyes Just close your eyes I am watching resurrection start to crawl Is there any chance in hell? Any chance at all? Do we need it? Do we see it? Is it really there? If rain is what you want, then take your seats, enjoy the fall Enjoy the fall The only thing deeper than my last breath The only thing darker than my last death Is the panic, the static, I've come back from the dead But my cities will never sleep again

N - Nightmare, Halsey (John)

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I shall die before I 'wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I've tasted blood and it is sweet I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet I've trusted lies and trusted men Broke down and put myself back together again Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors (…) 'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent I could play nice or I could be a bully I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be (…) Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yeah Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

D - Down with the sickness, Disturbed (Jacob, to the Seed brother's biological parents)

Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes (oh no) There is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me I can see inside you, the sickness is rising Don't try to deny what you feel (Will you give in to me?) It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me (Will you give in to me?) It seems you're having some trouble In dealing with these changes Living with these changes (oh no) The world is a scary place Now that you've woken up the demon in me

T - The darkest star, Depeche Mode (Faith)

Oh you sad one Playing the Angel Isn't so easy where you're from Oh you wild one Devil's companion You won't stay satisfied for long I don't want you to change anything you do I don't want you to be someone else for me Oh you dark one Eternal outsider Caught in the spider's web you've spun Oh you blind one Gentle and kind one Seeing the world as a loaded gun I don't want you to change anything you do I don't want you to be someone else for me Stay as you are, the Darkest Star Shining for me majestically

T - The beaten side of town, Barry Adamson (Joseph)

I woke up this morning from a crazy dream: The Earth was a turning ball of fire Satan and the Pilgrims had wiped the scene And I became their twisted gun for hire Don't let 'em getcha, boy, now use your head The lights they're coming 'round again "Run like a demon, boy," is what they said And then began to count from one to ten So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city You know where I can be found: The beaten side of town… Won't never let you down

#Personal

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thepriceofsurvival · 6 months

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I head your Jean-coded playlist Nora, and I love it, but I will also provide my own. Mostly just because of my own music taste.

A little rock, a little punk, a little grunge, a touch pop, even some indie. And of course, so very very sad.

A few of the songs as well as some of the lyrics, just to convince you:

In My Time of Dying - Led Zeppelin

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home {...} Oh, Saint Peter at the gates of Heaven Won’t you let me in? {...} I never did no harm, I never did no wrong I must’ve did somebody some good Oh, I believe I did

Brand New City - Mitski

I think my fate is losing its patience I think the ground is pulling me down I think my life is losing momentum I think my ways are wearing me down But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die Honey, what'd you take? What'd you take? Honey, look at me Tell me what you took, what'd you take?

Sunlight - Hozier

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night? For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight But whose heart would not take flight? Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

You’d Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out to Get You) - Waterparks

I learned to live with these eyes in my closet Hands in my pockets Alone, but surrounded I'm breathing, I'm drowning I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?

Wires - The Neighbourhood

We talked about making it I'm sorry that you never made it And it pains me just to hear you have to say it You knew the game and played it It kills to know that you have been defeated I see the wires pulling while you're breathing You knew you had a reason {...} He told me I should take it in Listen to every word he's speaking The wires getting older I can hear the way they're creaking As they're holding him

16, 16, Six - The Drips

Tell me what you wanna know I gotta tell you that I miss your voice Cause everything else I hear is a violent noise And it's breaking through to my soul {...} Take comfort in familiar face Carried me all over the place Fell in love the only way we could No one understood and no one could

Fight or Flight - Conan Grey

Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight, I'd rather lie Than tell you I'm in love with you

Giver - K.Flay

I'm learning to live I'm trying to be better I'm learning to give But I don't know if I'm a giver {...} I got so much soul in my body But no one keeping me honest And whole days turn into holes in my mind

You Know You're Right - Nirvana

I will never follow you I will never bother you Never speak a word again I will crawl away for good I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this I always knew it would come to this Things have never been so swell I have never failed to fail

Exit Music (For A FIlm) - Radiohead

Wake from your sleep The drying of your tears Today we escape, we escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all hell breaks loose Breathe, keep breathing Don't lose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone

Hysteria - Muse

'Cause I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out Last chance to lose control

Aneurism - Nirvana

Come on over, do the twist, aha Overdo it and have a fit, aha Love you so much, it makes me sick, aha Come on over and do the twist, aha Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) {...}

Lydia - Highly Suspect

I've seen better days So unafraid in my youth I can't breathe, much less believe You gave everything you had Every little thing you had A true love unrehearsed I've seen your best and worst And at your worst, you're still the best But at my best, I am the worst It's a curse

Devil In Me 22-20s

I don't live, I just breathe I don't give and I don't recieve And I'll never get the devil Outside of me, outside of me I don't get all the good things You said I'd see, you said I'd see And I don't see the light Surrounding me, surrounding me

Dream On - Aerosmith

Every time that I look in the mirror All these lines on my face getting clearer The past is gone Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way?

Don't Matter - Kings of Leon

You're not a man everybody says But it don't matter to me Dirty feet on my seat But it don't matter to me Break my heart, tear me apart It don't matter to me no, no I put a shine in your eye It don't matter to me 'Cause it's always the same And I'm always the same

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rockstar-pornograffitti · 9 days

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Life On Tour

Part: I

Billy Sheehan x OC

Summary: Rio is a timid journalist who gets the assignment of a lifetime. Follow around David Lee Roth and the band on the Eat Em And Smile tour and document life on the road. Is Rio up to the challenge? Maybe with a bit of help from a certain blonde bassist, she might be.

I've never been more nervous in my life. I'm shaking. My heart is pounding. I've never been called to see the editor before. I've worked here for six months, and I've never been summoned to his office. What did I do wrong? I'm trying to think of any possible mistakes I've made. This is my dream job, and I've worked hard to keep it and impress everyone. I don't want to lose it. Maybe he doesn’t like my writing or needs to cut someone because of earnings. I hope that's not the case. Yet I can't help but worry when I've been summoned to the big office.

“Warren will see you now.” The receptionist tells me as I get up and follow her to the office, where she opens the door for me.

I walk into the grand office of the magazine. Warren is sitting behind his big wooden desk and looking at the picture of the editor—stacks of articles piled around him.

“Rio, lovely to see you.” He greets, “Have a seat, please.”

He gestures to two chairs in the corner of his office facing the desk. I take a seat in one of them. I’m still feeling beyond nervous. He's being pleasant, but that doesn't mean anything. The sad thing is, even if he does fire me, I know I won't fight for myself. I've never been the type to rock the boat. I'm timid. I always have been.

“I’ve called you up here because I have an assignment for you.” He tells me. That's not what I expected, but it's a welcome surprise. I get to keep my job today.

Now, a whole new set of worries is plaguing me. Assignment? What could he possibly mean by that? This is a metal magazine we cover metal and rock acts. It's not like we do serious journalism here. My forte is reviews of live concerts. I'm too shy to interview any rock stars, even if that's my dream. Am I even good enough for whatever this is?

“Okay, what is it?”

“Well, we want to do a piece on life on the road. We need a journalist to spend the course of the American leg of the David Lee Roth tour with the band documenting it.” Warren tells me.

Does this mean he wants me to be a journalist? Why, though? Out of all the writers, I'm the least likely candidate. I'm the only one with no experience interviewing or interacting with rock stars. I'm also known for being quiet, timid and to myself.

“I’m honoured, but why me?”

“Roth agreed to under one condition, the journalist be a woman,” Warren admits, and this makes a lot more sense now.

I'm the only journalist at this magazine who's a woman. The rest are male. So I'm his only choice. I figured it had to be something along those lines. I'm ill-fitted for this, especially when it's David Lee Roth. One of the biggest names in the genre. He recently left Van Halen, and his album and tour are a big deal. I've listened to it, and it's perfect. This is something that's a huge deal and would sell a lot of magazines. I'm not sure I'm up to the challenge. Yet I don't want to be the reason we lose this chance. That's a surefire way to get fired. I'm so nervous I'm shaking.

“Okay, I'll do it.” I manage to choke out, trying to hide my nervousness, even though every part of me screams this is a bad idea. I must push that fear aside and remember this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. So many people would kill for this chance. You can do this, Rio, or I sure hope so.

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I take a deep breath as the tour manager leads me to the tour bus of David Lee Roth and his band—Billy Sheehan on bass, Steve Vai on guitar and Gregg Bissonette on drums. I remind myself so I don't look like a nervous idiot and mess it up. I know who is who. For one, I am a fan of this kind of music, and I also study some photos of the band so I know for sure.

“This is the journalist who will accompany us on this tour.” The Tour manager tells the band, all sitting at the front of the tour bus.

Dave lowers the sunglasses he's wearing down his nose to get a better look at me. That action makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. I'm not used to being examined. I'm used to being invisible, and that's how I prefer it.

“She’s not who I expected when I asked for a female journalist,” Dave comments to the tour manager, sliding the glasses back up.

I look down at myself. I guess I wouldn't be. I'm sure he was picturing some long-legged vixen of a woman, and he gets me. I'd be disappointed, too. I'm not one of those girls. I'm not filled with confidence and sensuality. I don't belong here at all. I'm only here because there were no other options.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Dave asks me, making me make eye contact with the man who insulted me. I'm not offended he has every right. Most people have the same reaction to me. I'm used to it.

“Rio,” I tell him. I waited for him to comment on how Rio sounds like an exotic dancer's name or doesn't match me. I've heard that my whole life. I hate that my parents named me that.

“Have you ever heard of a short skirt Rio?” Dave asks me.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Well, maybe think of wearing one.” Dave suggests, “This is a rock band, not an office.”

“Sorry,” I say, unable to look up; I feel so embarrassed. I thought dressing professionally in a blouse, blazer, pencil shirt, pantyhose, and black stilettos was the right move. I forgot this is a rock band and rockers like sexy women. I don't even own any clothes like that. Most of what I brought were ripped jeans, band t-shirts, leather jackets, boots and sneakers. That's my typical style. What am I going to do now?

I make my way to the only free seat. It's in the corner, out of the way of everyone else, where I should be. I sit down, looking down at the notebook I brought to make notes. After all, this is a diary of life on the road with the band. I wanted to be as detailed as possible. I’m holding back tears. I can't cry and make it even worse for myself. Of course, I'd make a wrong first impression and mess it all up. I should have said no.

“Are you okay?” I hear someone ask from beside me; I look up to see who it is.

It's Billy Sheehan, the bass player in Dave’s band. He has a genuine look in his blue eyes. He's not just asking to be polite. He's genuinely caring. Which, oddly, is comforting. It means maybe not everyone here hates me already.

“I’m fine.” I lie, forcing a smile. He doesn't have to know how much I feel I don't belong here. How I already feel so alone. More alone than usual.

“I'm sorry about Dave.” He apologizes, “He had an idea in his head. He's used to those being made into reality.”

“It's okay. I never live up to expectations.” I tell him, feeling sad at that statement. I wish I did, but I never do.

“No one ever does,” Billy says, “Oh, I'm Billy by the way.”

“I know.” I smile at him genuinely,

“I’m Steve.” Steve Vai waves over at me, “And this is Gregg.”

Steve points over to Gregg Bissonette who's sitting next to him.

“Hi.” Gregg says, giving me a little wave.

“Nice to meet you guys,” I tell them.

“Do you play cards?” Steve asks me.

“Yes,” I tell him, not sure where this is going.

“Do you like beer?” Steve continues to ask me.

“Sure,” I tell him, I'm not much of a drinker, but when I do drink it's usually a beer.

“Great!” Steve says enthusiastically, “Come over and join us.”

“Okay,” I say, sliding in next to Billy and across from Steve. Steve and Billy are tall guys, so next to them, I'm sure I look like a little mouse.

I suddenly feel a lot better though. Yes, it's been a rough start with Dave, but at least everyone else is nice. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

#the bitchs writing #billy sheehan fanfiction

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taggedmemes · 9 months

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME / RAZZMATAZZ always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"Big shot, so what?"

"You took the money but the money couldn't buy a friend."

"I want you to leave me alone."

"They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't."

"You're a big shot here but nobody else knows."

"Go fly a kite until you're tangled in the hanging tree."

"Four in the morning but we've having such a lovely time."

"Mad as a hatter with a dagger and a dollar sign."

"Tip your hat and break your mother's heart."

"When the sun comes up you'll find a brand new god."

"You'll never gonna stop me."

"I'm never gonna quit."

"Lose yourself inside the city."

"Lose your mind inside the week."

"We can live while we're alive."

"Come inside, twist the knife."

"I'm a voluntary victim."

"Watch your colonial tongue."

"I'll watch you tighten the noose."

"Don't you lose all your control."

"You can't get into heaven if you haven't got a soul."

"They'll replace you with machines."

"Paralyzed by the sum of your parts."

"Abstract with a human heart."

"I'm captivated, but I'm so confused."

"Come and see the opening band."

"No one likes an opening band."

"Chances are they won't go far."

"Career is sure to end."

"Unfamiliar things will make us nervous."

"You've got the devil on your shoulder."

"You better shut your mouth just like I told ya."

"You've been controlling me through fiction."

"I got to break you like a bad addiction."

"I can't say no, I'm losing control."

"I'm having bad dreams."

"Nothing you can do will keep the bad things away from me."

"Despite your good intentions."

"I am just the new invention."

"Feels like you're running out of holy places."

"It's a miracle I'm standing."

"You're dragging me back."

"You're beautiful and evil too."

"You're sinister and vile."

"For you I'd die, or kill myself."

"I'd swing from the gallows and wave."

"I'd carousel into my grave."

"You're right down vicious."

"I can't help it, but I still wish I was with you."

"I'm a teenage beauty queen of sorts."

"I'm calculated, cold, without remorse."

"Only if you'd like me, I could fall in love with you."

"You're a holy quarantine."

"Could it be that it's only in my head."

"Give me something more for my wild imagination."

"Tell me that you're more than a sick fascination."

"You're with me all the time."

"I don't care about anything at all."

"I know that girls like you don't come with guarantees."

"You've got to spend your time, won't you spend it with me?"

"I hope we kiss goodnight."

"It might just end my life."

"I'll be a gentleman, or you can show me the door."

"I don't want to spend my life with anyone else."

"Pardon me if I forget your name."

"Is that any way to talk to me."

"Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue."

"What a shame if you misspeak now."

"I need you here."

"There is no other place in the world I would rather be."

"Can't you stay right here forever, pretty please?"

"Where do you go when you're not home?"

"If I'm out of line, just show me the door."

"Don't hold your breath for goodness sake."

"You've got parliaments filled with parasites."

"Let's go paint the town on our way home."

"The blinking lights are breaking bones."

"Then you have that good old fashioned razzmatazz."

"You broke my heart again."

"Some things just cannot be fixed with sparkled tongues and politcs."

"In a fascist little paradox, we all become anonymous."

"I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind."

"I know that this time I have said too much."

"I've been too unkind."

"I tried to laugh about it."

"I covered it all up with lies."

"I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes."

"Boys don't cry."

"I would break down at your feet and plead forgiveness, but I know it's too late."

"There's nothing I can do."

"I would tell you that I loved if I thought you would stay."

"I misjudged your limits."

"I pushed you too far."

"I took you for granted."

"I thought you needed me more."

"I would do most anything to get you back at my side."

#memes #rp starters #rp meme #starter sentences #rp sentences #sentence starters #sentence meme #rpc

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morgana-ren · 6 months

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Ok so bartering/bribing Nightmare or Reaves, Astarion to help you escape from Ilya. I know they're only toying with you and it's all a big game for all four, but hypothetically, what would you have to offer to get them to "help"?

I'll go in order of how easy it is to get them to 'help' you. It's a Faustian bargain trying to get any of these rabid men to help you, but I suppose when you're chained by the collar to Ilya's bedpost, anything seems better than there.

We'll start the list off with the easiest of the three, which is obviously Reaver.

He and Ilya get on quite well, so he's likely going to be the first of the three to meet Ilya's latest sexual conquest because Ilya simply cannot resist showing off to him. They get on like two peas in a pod when it comes to libertine hedonism, so he's likely to meet you sooner rather than later. He's deeply interested in the comings and goings of Ilya's personal life (mostly the comings) and so once Ilya decides he's keeping you, plan on seeing Reaver about the manor relatively soon.

Ultimately, 'uncle' Reaver is a simple man with simple goals: Sex. Filthy, libertine, impolite, messy, disgusting, and repugnant sex.

If he takes a liking to you (and he will) the good thing is you won't have to approach him. He will approach you.

Reaver is usually a well-known businessman or celebrity, and chances are you are aware of him and his... proclivities. Trusting him is a poor choice given what you usually know about him, but sometimes, you're so desperate to get away from Ilya that you cannot imagine that Reaver is worse.

He will tell you how it aches what is left of his soul to see such a pretty thing so miserable and mistreated, and he simply couldn't abide himself if he didn't help. He could probably figure out a way to smuggle you away from Ilya— for a price.

Naturally, he's taking a great degree of risk here, and he's betraying his brother dearest, so it's only fair he gets something in return, yes?

That something is mortifyingly degrading sex in ways no one in polite society would ever dare ask for. And he will ask for it in the most casual way imaginable, as if he's asking you to pick him up a beer from the bar, all with a charming smile and wandering hands.

There's two ways it can go if you're utterly mad and agree and go through with it:

1) Reaver tells Ilya all of this beforehand, and Ilya joins in as some form of twisted punishment, to which afterward, Reaver says something along the lines of "Oh dear, he's on to us. I'm afraid we must wait a little longer, ma cherie. Don't let him ride you too hard, hmm? He seems quite irate at our little plan to elope and I simply couldn't live with myself if he hurt you terribly on my behalf."

Basically, a very elaborate setup to a threesome and he's getting what he asked for regardless of his end of the deal. Sometimes Ilya will simply watch him, and other times, Ilya will slide in and make things extra difficult, depending on how he's feeling. They're very close and it's likely in that case that they both thought it would be funny to give you hope only to cruelly yank it away while both were getting fucked. It's a fun group activity. That's like a Saturday night to them.

2) Reaver is actually quite serious. He will help you escape— to his dungeon instead.

Reaver loves Ilya and considers him a brother. Reaver is also a manipulative, underhanded ass. He will backstab them if there's something he covets and call it 'just business.'

If he spends time around you and finds himself charmed, he will hatch a plot to 'save' you from Ilya, only to keep you captive himself in the name of 'keeping you safe.' He'll tell you Ilya will hunt you to the ends of the earth and the only place you'll be safe is in his secret rooms. You're a poor little thing without a penny to your name so he won't charge you for it. He's certain you can work something out.

Reaver and Ilya will kill each other over this repeatedly until Nightmare eventually steps in, tired of having to resurrect Reaver. Things get messy when they both have feelings. How it proceeds from there highly depends.

Second on the list is Asto.

Asto isn't as openly licentious as Reaver is (almost no one is, really) so he's going to be a bit more subtle in his attraction. Ilya will let him feed off you just to show off how delicious your blood is, and if he's feeling generous, will let Asto 'play' with you. You're going to be the pretty wallflower regardless of whether he accepts, serving drinks (usually your own) until you've been drained dry and to the point of hallucinating by both of them. Asto is more respectful of Ilya's feelings and isn't always likely to make a move on you without Ilya's consent.

The best way to get him to cast aside his brother and help you is to make him like you. Fight him, insult him, make it fun for him. Be clever and feisty and taunt him. Don't go down easy. Make him work for everything he takes from you. Asto and Ilya have similar tastes, so chances are it shouldn't be too difficult. Be fun in a way he can't forget.

If you've done it right, Asto isn't going to want the fun to end, and he's not going to want Ilya's permission every time either. Jealous is a good word for it.

That being said, he will try to barter with Ilya first, going through the proper channels and going above board.

When that doesn't work, he will get underhanded.

He'll try to convince Nightmare that you're a distraction or a risk to darling Ilya, and that he could handle you better. Nightmare will see through this usually, however. He will try to appeal to Ilya's 'brotherly' love. Failing that, he will simply wait until Ilya is distracted and he will abscond with you, hiding you away somewhere he thinks Ilya won't look while playing innocent and pinning the crime on one of his brothers or perhaps just how crafty you are.

Asto isn't like Reaver in that he will hold you captive. He's going to let you go and come for you whenever he wants. He wants you to fight and throw a fit every time he comes for what he's owed. He will remind you who you owe your freedom to.

However, Asto is the most 'moral' of the group (albeit hardly at all) so reminding him of his captivity under Cazador might make him feel pity. Thing is, Ilya is his brother, and getting him to betray him won't be easy. Asto must like you to go to bat for you. Enamoring him is an effective way. Play your cards right and manipulate him. Be fiery and strong and make him think it's a damned shame that you're cooped up here, stuck under Ilya taking his cock day in and day out. Make him think it's a waste that you aren't his. Think of it as him seeing a wild, beautiful, bucking bronco locked in the stables rather than being ridden properly. The brothers, while loving each other, are arrogant, selfish, and also in love with themselves. Make him covet you enough to snub Ilya and he will.

He'll forgive him later, he's sure.

He's going to tell you that you owe him a free meal whenever he wants, but everyone knows it's far more than that.

It isn't simple and it's going to take time, but it is possible.

By a wide margin, the most difficult of the three is Nightmare.

Nightmare is going to have no interest in you at all, even if he finds you attractive. He's going to be rude, dismissive, and treat you like dirt. If Ilya offers to share, Nightmare will usually sneer and refuse, preferring torture to sex and calling Ilya a degenerate.

He will refer to you as 'Ilya's little whore' on the best of days and instruct Ilya to be more on top of your discipline. Either he's going to ignore your existence almost entirely, or he's going to take great pleasure in tormenting you and causing you pain.

Don't bother trying to seduce him. It won't work at first. He has to want you badly enough to act which isn't a game of flashing cleavage like Reaver or being feisty like Asto. It takes cunning and craft and time.

Nightmare likes his girls clever, fragile, and vulnerable. Be interesting. Talk to him. Be clever. Be smart. Say things that impress him. Look up to him, make him feel wise and powerful and strong. He will insult you and make every interaction a hell, but after a while, it will stick in his head. Let him catch you crying. Be soft and pretty. Be polite and show proper decorum at first. Look up at him with big doe eyes. Be the pretty little damsel and make him your hero. He's so much better than Ilya. He terrifies you. You behave around him because you respect him.

Enchanting Nightmare is easily the most difficult of the three, but it's also the most likely to win you your freedom... In a manner of speaking. Nightmare actually has the power to keep you from Ilya if he so desires. He can sequester you away in a pocket dimension or keep you in the black palace. He is technically Ilya's boss.

Thing is, he actually loves Ilya very much and he won't do this to him him lightly, and even if he does, he won't break Ilya's heart. Nightmare isn't looking for love or attachment in ANY regard, so it has to creep up on him. He has to see some kind of future with you, or like you enough that he decides he wants you for himself. If Ilya loves you, and things get messy, he's going to try to broker a deal where both sides are happy. He's going to want to share.

Nightmare would have you believe he's impenetrable, but that's very much not true. You can make him take a great interest in you and eventually fall for you against his own will. That's pretty much the only way he's going to get involved.

That or actually being a nuisance and getting in his way. If he believes you're a detriment to Ilya or his personal plans, he will be very vocal about it, but believe you me, you do not want to make an enemy of Nightmare.

You can tell your plan is working when Nightmare becomes particularly cruel. Nightmare enjoys torturing his objects of affection and being a real bastard to them. When he seems keen on making you cry, chances are he secretly wants to touch you in ways that aren't appropriate. He's going to deliberately make messes just to watch you clean them up. He's going to force you to make him a whole elaborate dinner only to sit you on his lap and feed from you afterwards. He's going to squeeze you just to see how react when you're hurt. You're going to run into him in the dead of night and he's going to terrify you just to give himself the giggles.

He still likely won't take up Ilya's offer to ravage you; rather, he's going to corner you when you're alone and instrument some ridiculous scenario and get creepy very fast. When his hands are on you, nails digging in to the back of your neck, hissing what an airheaded little harlot you are and how you're clearly only useful on your knees, telling you that you've earned what he's about to do to you, you've succeeded in planting yourself in his head. You'll begin having very realistic nightmares (no pun intended) about him night after night. It's a very painful, terrifying confirmation.

Sometimes it happens even if your goal isn't seducing him. Sometimes he just falls on his own.

Nighty won't ask for anything. He will simply do. When he wants you, he will simply take you. He's a sight bit more 'honorable' than the other two and won't hurt Ilya or lie to him in most cases, but he will make it known that he has taken an interest and intends to act on it. He's very capable of being underhanded but he usually doesn't have the need to. He's very diplomatic in most cases.

Thing is, this probably isn't a good thing and I wouldn't recommend it. Nightmare will lock you away, and he is worse than the other three. It's literally jumping from the frying pan into the fire. The other three will torment you, yes, but it doesn't hold a candle to what turns Nightmare on. Turning this old dragon's gaze towards you isn't easy, and my God, is it miserable. Nothing gets him throbbing like a girl wailing and weeping for him, weak and pretty and pliant. He will fuck you and lick your tears. He will make you blow him until you black out only to cum on your face and the floor and make you lick it clean. He will make you bleed and tell you how good you taste, and that it's your fault. He will fuck you until he literally cannot feel his legs and will cum dust, and then he will wrap his tail around you and force you to pet his horns and cuddle him like it's all some adorable domestic setup-- assuming you've earned the right to be on the bed and not the floor.

He's a devil, for fucks sake.

All the men are utterly abhorrent. Really. Like once one of them has taken a liking to you, there's really no freeing yourself. None of them are particularly more desirable than the others, but I would say Nightmare is probably the worst of the lot, followed by Ilya and Reaver in a tie, and then Asto. Asto, ironically, is a bit more 'human' than the others despite being a complete and total bastard, and he's capable of having sympathy and pity for you a bit easier.

Keep in mind, this Asto is massively different and has a different escape story than the canon Asto. He's essentially a different person. Looks the same, but ended up falling in with the bastards and sort of.. became one.

#morgana and friends #Ilya the bastard #featuring the bastard three #tw for just everything #look anytime nighty and co are mentioned just KNOW it's the worst shit you've ever read #they really are fun #I am cringe but I am free #Im almost ashamed at how intricate this AU is

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟸 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

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we're not broken.

it's all about slim chances now.

he was trying so hard to be reasonable, but that pushed my buttons even more.

i wish i had something better to say, something more profound.

you chose suicide!

your dad saved my life today.

if i hadn't done what i did, you'd be dead now.

i don't deserve your mercy.

you're a joke is what you are.

that's why i need you.

you think that's the kind of man i am?

this new world is ugly. it's harsh. it's survival of the fittest.

i'm keeping this group together.

you don't know what we've had to go through out there.

i'm down to my last.

i'll control my people, you control yours.

you're nothing but a freak to them.

it's a waste of time all this hoping and praying.

he was a loveless, violent drunk and no good to anybody.

we need to start treating him like an adult.

i can't go back.

why are we running? what are we doing?

if you believe anything, believe that.

are you putting them away?

isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?

this isn't a democracy anymore.

i don't think you can keep them safe.

they're gonna kill all of us.

when i've had a chance to think about it.

he knew things about us, the truth, who we really are.

we're gonna prove him wrong.

i need a night to think it through.

if i'm the kind of man that would gun down his own best friend, what'd you think i do to some guy i don't even like when he starts throwing accusations my way.

dumbass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head.

you're putting me on the spot.

i couldn't always read him, but he could read us.

i wasn't hurting anyone else.

heaven is just another lie, and if you believe it, you're an idiot.

is that what you want?

you're pretty much dead already.

stop acting like you know the way ahead, like you know the rules.

you got a hell of an infection there.

we've all seen it one time or another.

that's great. now they've got you doubting yourself, huh?

i don't think you can do it.

waste of an arrow.

i killed him.

the right choice is the one that keeps us alive.

i thought we were changing the subject.

no one is going anywhere.

her being out here is my fault.

please. let's just do what's right.

everyone either avoids me or they treat me like i'm crazy.

i would have done that too.

call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass.

i don't believe it.

maybe you people are better off without me.

my hands are clean.

i guess i'm losing hope that you can hear me.

you're just gonna kill him?

a lot of them just disappeared.

if y'all wanna live, if y'all wanna survive, you gotta fight for it!

she's in a better place.

could a living, breathing person, could they walk away from this?

i knew what he was doing, what he was up to.

i know exactly where i am.

you want him? go fetch him yourself.

oh, don't start that shit.

let her be safe, alive and safe.

i'm gonna advise you to keep that theory to yourself.

she's so young in her way.

i wasn't there.

maybe this isn't a world for children anymore.

nah, i can shoot. just don't like to.

that life won't be worth a damn.

you missed all that gun training.

i wish you could have the childhood i had, but that's not gonna happen.

i can't profess to understand god's plan.

he pushed me, and i let him.

there are no rules, man. we're lost.

that's a world i don't wanna live in.

don't be too hard on yourself.

is there something wrong with me?

you don't have anything to prove.

it's always the same with you.

not now. just not now!

you see 11 condoms, i see 11 minutes of my life i'm not getting back.

people are gonna die.

i prayed you'd put a stop to it.

my father didn't bother with comforting lies, he used his fist.

the pain doesn't go away, you just make room for it.

i'm not your wife.

maybe i'm fooling myself again.

the world we know is gone.

you knew this whole time?

i didn't lose my mind!

you killed a person.

it could've come in handy now.

your veins are very discolored.

they're laughing at you behind your back.

i was just trying to keep everybody safe.

this guy's tail lights zig zagging all over the road.

you got no idea what i can live with!

shoot me again? you best pray i'm dead.

you could die from blood poisoning.

i guess i haven't quite got that last part down.

let's see how far you get.

if you saw how it is out there, you wouldn't ask.

it ain't like it was before!

please, don't let this be my punishment.

you think god exists?

people in hell want slurpees.

some men do not earn the love of their sons.

why is it still coming?!

what's going on with you?

if i had known the world was ending, i would have brought better books.

it's my call, man.

the other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs.

he said this group was broken.

my father was good like that.

i try not to mix it up with the almighty anymore.

the world that we knew is dead.

i didn't ask for this!

would it have made a difference?

we're going back.

how could i have known for sure?

well maybe we oughta just think that through.

i'm not sitting here, waiting for another herd to blow through.

i do the christian thing, give you shelter, and you destroy it all!

no more kid stuff.

he saw people for who they were.

why don't you go out and find out yourself.

it ain't hard, man.

i wanted him dead.

i want a gun.

that kind of honesty is rare and brave.

i'll have sex with you.

you can't just be the good guy and expect to live.

i ain't nobody's bitch.

i don't know what to say.

this isn't about what we believe anymore.

there's always that chance isn't there?

i think you oughta show some gratitude.

you want to kill me, you're going to have to do better than that wrench.

are you trying to buy my silence with fruit?

i know what kind of man you are.

i'm sorry.

you need to reconsider.

i bet you've had to do some of those same things yourself.

keeping our humanity? that's a choice.

i was not at his deathbed.

he gave me no choice!

she hasn't had a chance.

and you never said anything?

i'm not the good guy anymore.

what you know about what i can live with?

christ promised a resurrection of the dead, i just assumed he had something a little different in mind.

i say there's a place for us, but maybe it's just another pipe dream.

there is nothing easy about taking a man's life no matter how little value it may have.

don't let him kill me.

you act like you don't care.

i just wanted it over.

these things ain't sick!

you don't know shit anymore.

best we can do now is avoid it as long we can, keep one step ahead.

let me ask you something.

i lost my daughter.

you took my choice away, and you expect gratitude?

he was my friend, but he came after me.

that is not your call.

from now on, we're gonna do it his way.

there is no cure.

there is no hope for any of us.

feels like there's a lot of that going around.

we tried to kill each other, man.

we need to move, now.

ain't nobody ever gonna care about you except me.

send me a postcard!

i've been doing that all along, no matter what.

you did this to us!

you saw how he was like.

oh, man. wouldn't that be the way?

go on, there's the door.

your bitch went window shopping.

you're completely in over your head aren't you?

you're gonna kill me in cold blood?

whatever it is, we all carry it.

punish me however you want, but show mercy on her.

get up on your feet, before i'm gonna have to kick your teeth in.

i am sure as hell not your problem.

you've been vague about that night, about what happened.

i'm not your little girl.

i know you. you won't be able to live with this.

there's no way you can ever be ready for it.

what are you, 70?

look at him. hanging up there like a big piñata.

it's a wonder you people have survived this long.

you're a man of god, have some faith.

we're all infected.

you got a girlfriend i don't know about?

they're not people! they're dead!

you people are like a plague!

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