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killerkillerkillher · 3 months

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Bound to Fall in Love

Angel/Demon! 141 x reader

Tags: kidnapping, sacrifices, religious references, reader is too angry to die, reader commits murder lol, canon typical violence??, reader gets a kissy on the forehead, a tad crack-ish

Inclusivity tags: reader is referred to w he/him and they/them pronouns, no bodily description, no y/n

A/n: call my brain an apple w all the worms it's got. This was just a blurb at first, but I made room in there for me to potentially make it into... something I guess.

minors dni!

"Cole, I can't fucking focus while they're just... staring at us like that."

"Ignore it, Bess. We have to finish these candles."

You wish a bolt of lightening would come down and strike all three of you at once. Or maybe the building spontaneously combusting would be better. Anything, anything, would be better at this moment than watching your boyfriend and best friend work together to light a summoning circle after having tied you up in your sleep.

For a fraction of a second, you wonder if any gods are watching, if any of them would be willing to give you a boon and allow you one last chance to punch both of these betrayers in the face.

"Okay, okay, the book," Bess mutters, going to the pick up her ritual book from the coffee table you bought. Honestly, if they were going to try to sacrifice you somewhere, your living room is one of the most disrespectful places. Probably right under your bed room.

"I'm sorry," Cole has the gaul to look down at you with a face stricken with grief. Like you're dead already. "We didn't know what else to do. We're both in bad places and you've always been so good to us, so we figured-"

"You better hope this fucking kills me." You grunt. Cole's face melts into a glare. "Because if I'm still breathing, it's going to take more than Satan's intervention to save you from me. I swear on my mother." You jerk forward, making him jump back a step.

"Cole...?" Bess looks at you, then up at Cole with unease. Cole doesn't say anything for a second, sorting his feelings out with a leer before turning to her.

"Read the book."

He drags you into the middle of their pentagram while she sings Latin words off the old book pages. The candles flicker and waver before their flames grow twice as tall. Cole rolls you onto your back and pulls a knife from his back pocket.

"I meant it when I said I'm sorry," Cole mutters. You snarl, but don't jump at him like you want to.

"Yeah? Yeah, you're sorry? Kiss my ass!" You shout over Bess's reading. "If I'm still alive after this, I'm killing you and burying you in the fucking septic tank!" You crane your head up so you can see Bess as well. "Time to get some stuff off my chest, yeah? Bess, I fucked your older brother on the day we graduated."

Her eyes go wide, and she almost stops talking, but Cole shoots her a look that forces her to continue.

"And his friend Carl, the one you had a crush on. And Cole? I never. Fucking. Finished. Ever! You are the only person I've dated who couldn't get me off." Cole's hand's twitch around the blade.

"Are you serious?"

"Does now look like a time to- ack!" You don't get to finish because Bess finished the spell and it was time for your blood to fuel it. The blade buries in your gut, turning this way and that way at measured increments. You just lay there and twitch, breathy gasps falling from your gaping mouth, the pain only throwing fuel to the fires of your rage.

"Please, we call you here! Honor us with your presence!" Bess chants. Cole step away from you when the candles roar and your vision is filled with bright red and orange.

The ground beneath you rumbles. Whispers fill your ears, nothing you can ever imagine understanding, but something tells you they're other summoners. Or maybe little souls of those who were just where you are now, with a people sacrificing them.

It's odd, you think as blood soaks your back, your hair. You thought you'd be more scared in what could be your final moments. But there's only anguish where there should be fear. Only unfettered violent tension felt in your muscles, and a tongue hungering for iron and gore. You're jaw is wound tight enough to shatter your teeth.

If you could think straight, if you weren't about to die, you might be a little concerned. Never have you wanted to sink your fingers into someone's soft bits as much as you do now. This is normal, right? A normal amount of rage for the people taking your life.

Something in your gut tells you it's not.

In the fog of your rage, you missed the appearance of a pair of men above you. They hover, leathery plum colored wings sagging. One wears a leather strap harness across his chest, while the other favors an unbuttoned silk shirt. One of them looks at you curious as the fire dies, steam and copper colored smoke bellowing from his mouth. A thick cigar hangs on his lips.

"You came! There's... two of you?" Cole gawks, then falls to his knees beside Bess. You can't help but scoff at their sniveling forms.

"We did. There are." The one without the cigar brushes back his long mohawk to get a better look at the whimpering humans. They're nothing new to them, just another set of weak little things looking to get something without putting in the work for it.

Well, they might have had to put in the work to capture you, based on the way you still squirm and fight the rope keeping your arms together. So much blood has left you. You are going to die. Yet you spend your last moments doing what most humans find to be a waste of precious time. Being angry. It's interesting.

"What do you want?" The bearded one in the silk shirt grunts out around his cigar. Bess lifts her head just a bit to speak.

"We want to make a trade. A soul for a better life for us."

There's a moment of silence. You blink your heavy lids, growing too tired to do much else anymore. Both demons look back at you, then to the kneeling humans.

"They're not dead." They say at the same time.

Bess and Cole stiffen and finally chance a glance at you. You're bleeding, a glassy look to your eye and a smile on your face, but you're not dead.

"See, Bess?" You cough up blood only to swallow it back down, "what did I tell you? The cunt can't make me come and can't... can't even make me go."

The mohawked devil pops a wicked smile, not even hiding it from his would-be contractors.

Cole fumes. "I can finish the job. Fuck, am I going to finish the job." He stands, moving to step into the circle only to yelp, the invisible border around the summoning circle becoming visible if only to shock Cole back.

"Not so fast," the bearded one spawns a scroll in his hand. He's eyes glow a molten orange as he scans it. "Section 1, clause 3, part 19 states: executioner(s) must sacrifice one(1) human soul to contractee(s)... Let's see... Here it is: Sacrificee(s) must be dead upon arrival so that proper collection can be done. If sacrificee(s) is still soul bond upon arrival, then they are made the true contractor and all work will be conducted with them."

"In other words," the mohawked one grinned, "you should have went for the heart." He taps at his chest.

"Or the neck." The other devil offers.

"Or that vein in they're thigh."

"The sephenous, Johnny."

"Yeah, that."

"No, no!" Cole grabs at his hair as Bess looks like she's about to start crying. You want to laugh. They deserve the despair. They deserve the horror in their mistake. They were going to kill you!

"That means," the devils lean back to look at you. "You're our contractor. You get two requests at the price of one, human. I suggest one of those requests includes healing you." He flicks the ashes of his cigar on your leg. You don't even have to think of what you want most right now.

"I want you to untie me." You roll on your side. They wait for the rest. Cole and Bess look like they're going to shit themselves from the pale faced looks of terror they give you. Your eyes narrow. "And a hammer. A old fashioned iron and wood handled hammer."

Another beat of silence before the infernals bend over in laughter. The room shacks, sulfuric smoke pouring from their mouths to funk up the room. Cole tries to cox Bess to her feet while they're distracted. Their feet can't move though. It's like they're glued in placed and no amount of pulling and tugging could get them loose. Shame.

"Yer a funny one, love. I'll love having your soul for a few eternities." The one in leather floats over you, tilting his head this way and that way to get a good look at you. You settle him with a neutral look. "My name is Johnny. You sure that's what you want? I think you've only got a few minutes left in you."

"Then let's hurry this up a little, huh?"

"Ooh, you heard 'em." The cigared one snickers and snaps his claws. Two contracts appear in front of your face, both written in a language you can hardly comprehend. A pen appeared in front of your mouth. "Sign on the dotted line please."

You take the quill in your mouth, dip it in the blood beneath you.

"Rah 'ere?"

"Mhm."

You lean forward to dot the paper with your sloppy signature, but bizarrely enough, it seems like the powers that be have decided that they haven't made enough appearances. The floor trembles, and you worry about your poor infrastructure for a fraction of a second, when a set of gold doors spawn right behind you. You roll back onto your back to intake everything. You swear you're hallucinating when a pair of white winged angels step out, the clouded blue of heaven at their back.

"Hello?" You greet stupidly. You must be losing your mind, right? What the fuck is happening.

"Do not sign a thing." The bronzen angel instructs. "Human, we are here as messengers. God sees great things for you in your ascension. Please do not squander that to these demons." He shoots a sharp look at the demonic pair. The angel's counterpart wears a white cloak, obscuring all but his glowing golden eyes. You half expect him to sing "Be not afraid." despite you actively shitting bricks.

Oddly enough, their appearence seems to have some sort of healing property. Your lethargy starts to clear and the blade in your gut starts to get pushed out. Nothing hurts anymore.

"Oh, so we've got a big soul on our hands here, huh?" Johnny smirks. "Price, what's the plan?"

Price the devil throws his cigar to the ground and crushes it.

"Do what we do best. Bargain."

"Don't play with us, Price." The shrouded angel grunts. He's got a mind piercing voice that's got your head ringing, and you swear it echoes despite the room being well furnished. "We can provide them with just as much, if not more, at no cost of their soul." Those gold orbs land on you. "All we ask for is your faith."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You tug at your bonds with renewed vigor. The angels wince at the mention of their Lord, but only watch as you force yourself upright. "I could not give a rat's ass who gets what! How about this? First one to get me free and a hammer in hand gets my loyalty."

There's two resounding snaps from either side of you. The ropes disappear, a hammer is in your left and right hand. You don't think deeper on what that implies. You finally stand, dropping the hammer in your nondominant hand, and march over to the two people you thought you could trust. They kneel now, seemingly ready to beg for their souls.

"Come on, don't look scared now." You drop your hands on your hips. "What happened to you finishing the job?"

"I didn't want-"

"Say it with your chest." You poke his breast plate with the iron hammer head.

"I didn't want it to come to this!" Cole yells. The divine audience doesn't say anything about it. They watch you curiously as you bounce the hammer in hand. Your soul is visible to them. What should be a glowing ball of light is a red and white morning star, all sharp edges and pulsing like a heart. Your soul will certainly not end up with the others, that much is true.

"I just... I couldn't keep up with you! Your life style, the way you act, your job. I never left good enough. Bess expressed the same thing and we just... clicked. We would have just left, but we could have never lived without struggling, so we just..." He swallows. You can't look at him anymore, hands clenching at what he says next. "The book called for someone we cared for."

''That supposed to make me feel better?" You tilt your head. Cole winces, eyes falling on your feet. You look to Bess. "Thought you were better than this. You were going to kill me. Because what, I was happy? I loved both of you, you could have just talked to me."

"We're sorry! What more do you want?" Bess sobs. You straighten up, bouncing the hammer on your hip, acting like you next action is something to deliberate. You already know what they deserve, and a flash of sadness bubbles in your chest, but it quickly passes as a hot, searing emotion burns a hole into what little hesitation you had left.

"Reckon I want your souls after all the shit you've caused." You grin before swinging the hammer back and caving in Cole's chest.

"Fuck..." is all you can say after everything is done. Cole and Bess lay in a bloody heep, all recognizable features destroyed and crushed. You pant, hands trembling and nothing but white noise and static crunching around in your head. You just killed your best friend and boyfriend. For some reason, you've never felt so light.

Someone's whistle gets followed by a clap.

"Impressive. Done that before?" Johnny chuckles. He floats closer, hand running down your back as he moves past and pokes around the pulped organs. "Shite, did them right in. Can't tell which is which."

"I've never-" you start to answer, but hands are clapped onto your shoulders, shocking you into silence.

"Well, that was a good place to start, lad. Your swings were a bit sloppy, but we can fix that." Price squeezes at your trapezius, massaging the stiffness out of them. A throat clears, and Price sighs like he forgot there was other company.

"We aren't finished. The human is our ward now, Price." The uncloaked angel snaps his finger, pulling you from Price and making you spawn between the two angels. The bronzen angel smiles down at you with teeth so white you could damn near see your reflection.

"There you are. It's nicer to have you close. My friend here is Simon and I'm-"

"Come on, Kyle, you know he's ours!" Johnny spits, his wings flaring out. "We gave him the hammer first, so piss off."

"Uh...huh." Kyle's smile falls. "I think you're a bit mistaken. Look, after executing the human's request, I have his name here." A stone slab appears in front of your face. It's smells like sunshine and warm grass. What the fuck. "His pledge to the Lord has been set and his soul already has a place next to Their throne."

"Right, right, like we don't have documentation neither." Johnny huffs. The stone disappears as a scroll appears next to the devil. The smell of sulfur and smoke wafts over to you. "His name is right there, pretty boy. Getting yer fuckin' lookers on."

Kyle ignores the rude tone and does pull out a pair of reading glasses to go over the scroll. You stand there in the silence, a little too scared to speak up. What could you do anyway? In a blind anger, you didn't really have the mind to think any of this out. Angels and devils are fighting over you because you'd stupid ass was too blood hungry to think past murder. All that can be done is for them to figure this out amongst themselves, and for you to wait for the sentencing. Heaven, or Hell?

"...Simon." Kyle slowly pulls his glasses off. "This is legit. His soul is promised to all of us."

You glance up at Simon, the scary motherfucker. He blinks. Once. Twice. Then pinches the bridge of his nose with a hagard sigh.

"Shit."

That's not good.

Johnny laughs, Price grinning like a dog with a bone. Kyle marches over to you, patting your shoulders with an awkward smile. His demeanor reminds you of the way your mom acted when she said she was going to divorce your dad. And all you can think is "Not this again." Are you going to be spending your afterlife going between heaven and hell forever? Does God get weekends because Their day is Sunday or whatever?

"We need to go and talk this over with some superiors. We'll clean this up," Kyle snaps and the gore is gone, so is the ritual circle and candles. "And we'll get back to you in the morning." He places a feather light kiss on your forehead, and suddenly you're squeaky clean and in the softest set of pajamas you've ever worn. "Stay safe while we're gone and don't allow these two to influence you. Get some rest."

"Blah, blah, blah," Johnny mocks from the sidelines. Price tilts his head, and there's nothing but amusement behind those eyes. Yeah, this is exactly like your parents divorce.

"O-okay? I mean, I'll try." You shrug.

Simon nods. "That's all you can do." He steps back into the golden doorway and Kyle falls in stride. You make some distance, and with a final wave from a white toothed angel, the doors shut with a slam that shakes the house's foundation.

"Just you and us now, stud."

You turn with a comedic slowness to the devils. Price chuffs and floats forward. His assess you, takes you in in all your fluffy white pajama glory, and it seems he finds what he wants when he nods.

"Guess we've got to talk with top brass to see what's going on ourselves. Pity we couldn't stick around longer." The devil's eyes never meet yours, staying glued to various parts of your face. They hop from ears, to your eyebrows, down to your lips. Christ on a bike, is it getting hot in here? His blue, glowing cerulean eyes appear to flash with something.

"Shite, yer right." Johnny groans. "I hate going down there."

"Suck it up, love. You know how I feel about sharing." Price drops his interest in you like an old toy and takes Johnny close by his waist. You watch with a lead poisoned stare as their noses touch intimately, words you can't hear being exchanged. It's kinda of awkward to just stand there and watch but your brain isn't really functioning well enough to tell you to stop.

"Hey, stud." You blink, refocusing on the pair. Johnny seems to have climbed his partner, his legs on his waist and arms around his neck. Price makes busy opening a portal to hell in your livingroom with one hand, supporting Johnny under his ass with the other. "Sit pretty, yeah? 'll be back before those two arseholes, promise."

"Right... yeah." You nod. "Uh, be safe?"

"Be safe, he says." Price mutters. "Cute." Johnny waves until Price steps through the infernal hole and falls from view. The portal closes right behind him so you'd have no hopes of seeing anything but the red hue of smog and dust.

And here you are. A little dazed, a little sad, probably holding back a break down from the last hour of events. But you're alive and you're healed. There's no blood to clean, you're in comfortable pajamas. Could probably sleep right now if your brain would stop for a minute, but it doesn't look like that's in the plans.

So you look for something to do. Cole and Bess and moved around all your furniture to make the summoning circle. Guess you can start there, right?

#ghost mw2 #price mw2 #cod modern warfare #gaz mw2 #soap mw2 #call of duty #angel/devil au #141 x reader #141 x male reader #poly!141 x reader #let me cook!#LET ME COOK!

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ghouljams · 7 months

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im so curious.... what wouldve happened if bee knew those were königs bugs? like does he go full kidnapper? saying she just up and left to the people who ask, meanwhile shes barely waking up tied nice and comfortably secure to a bedpost in a somewhat familiar bedroom

im always down for some darker content<3

OK UH problem here is that Bee is insane and reads exclusively dark romance. I wanted this to be dark but she is so silly, and charming. König is charmed. That's why he kidnapped her. You know, once again you're not trapped with him, he's trapped with you. This isn't canon...

If you'd put the pieces together, if König had said something a little more suspicious, what other choice would he have had but to take you home? You try to ask him why he bugged your home, who he's working for, but he's fast and something sharp stings your neck.

You wake up in a room with bars on the windows and a nasty hangover. The sun is too bright through the gauzy curtains. You snuggle deeper under the heavy blankets, hug your arms tighter around your pillow and try to remember what you drank last night. Except you didn't drink anything you remember with a start. König hit you with something. You force your eyes open and sit up to take in the room. It's nice, cozy. Heavy blankets cover the bed, plush throws and old quilts. Thick carpets hide the wood floors you know flow throughout König's house. There's art on the walls, a bookshelf, an armchair.

This place is way nicer than the cells the leads in your favorite books get thrown into. You sniff, rub at your sleep laden eyes, as you take stock. This is just like when Rebessica got kidnapped by Dextros in "Kidnapped by a Crime Boss". You should probably be more panicked than you are, but the splitting headache makes it hard to think that far ahead. They never mention that part in the books.

You know if König wasn't a fed this might be hot. You always wondered what it would be like to be kidnapped by a guy who was so in love with you it bordered on obsession. You knew it was too good to be true, a handsome cowboy living next door to you, doting on you. You should have known he was a CIA plant. Weird they'd make him German, but you suppose it works for him. There's a button next to the bed, right next to the lamp. You hardly hesitate before pushing it.

König opens the door a second later, you wonder if he was waiting for you. "Can I have some asprin?" You ask, "And do we have time for coffee before you give me to the cops, or..." König blinks at you. You can see the gears turning behind his eyes grind to a halt.

"What? Why would the police be involved?" He makes no move to get you anything for the headache. Cruel and unusual punishment.

"You're a fed? I assume?" You pick at the bedspread, "Tellin' me you're retired, getting me to lower my guard, bugging my house, I thought you liked me."

"What?"

"And I want my phone call. I won't say a word without my lawyer present." You cross your arms over your chest to stare him down. König looks like he's completely lost.

"I am retired." He tells you, picking up at least part of your griping.

"You're holding me prisoner," You remind him, in case he forgot. His eyes dart away from you, glancing at the room before landing on you again.

"A very cute prisoner." He tries. You're not buying it. His expression changes, hardens into something cruel and unreadable. You shiver, some sick excitement dripping down your spine. "This is for your own good Schatz, it's dangerous for you to be on your own, and I couldn't have you trying to leave me after you found-"

"Oh I wouldn't leave you over that," You cut him off. König deflates a little, stalks into the room so you're forced to tip your head back to look at him. He looms over you, menacing.

"What?"

"Bugging me, you're not with any government or police force, right?" He nods slowly. "Then I don't see what the big deal is, I bugged you."

"You what?" The tone in König's voice is dangerous. You really don't thin he should be so upset about that, turnabout is fair play.

"Put a worm on your phone, keystroke tracking, location tracking, app usage, battery data-" König holds up a hand to stop you, taking a deep breath.

"Ok," He feels out the word, absorbing the new information. You take the moment to push the blankets back, he put you in pjs, they're cute. This should not strike you as romantically as it does. It's just like one of your books, awww. Your forum friends are going to freak over this. You watch König process, as much as you think this is kinda hot you really should feed your cat.

"Can I go home now, or do you want the worm off your phone?" You ask, as sweet as you can manage. König hums.

"You're not mad."

"You like me enough to kidnap me," You giggle, kicking your feet, "it's kind of cute." The look of horror on König's face is quick but noticeable. He pinches the bridge of his nose and heaves a sigh.

"We need to talk about the books you are reading meine Liebe," He shakes his head, "Ja, alright, run along home. I'll be by later to check on you."

"I know," You grin, "You have it on your calendar, including walk time."

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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S + 3 with Tengen please 🫶

Back to the Beginning

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, Reader tied up and gagged (not sexually), abusive behavior/punishments mentioned, implied kidnapping, nudity mentioned

“Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?”

I’m fucking screaming because I love Yan!Tengen!!! Thank you, Anon, for giving me this prompt! 🖤🤘

Yandere Alphabet Prompt

Master List

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Utterly ashamed of themselves, Hinatsuru thought it would be a good idea for her, Suma, and Makio to kneel with their foreheads to the ground as they break the news to their husband.

The flashy white haired man clad in dark clothing removes his shoes by the door, lowering the weapon off of his back carefully and putting it in its proper place. All the while, he regards his wives with a raised brow.

“Hinatsuru, care to explain what’s going on?” He can’t help the smile curling his lips. His wives’s antics always bring him amusement.

“It’s…Y/N, Tengen. Please, don’t be mad at her. We found her trying to claw at the window again. She was bleeding from her nails and fingers, so we bandaged her hands and tied her up for her own safety. She’s resting in the bedroom now.”

Suddenly, their antics aren’t all that funny to him.

“I see. You can get up. I’ll go deal with the brat.”

He hears Suma whisper something about you deserving punishment for worrying them and angering him, but he chooses to ignore it as he enters the room all of you share. Sitting down on the bed, he scans your body as you wriggle around with your hands tied behind your back and a gag in your mouth.

“I’m assuming Makio or Suma gagged you?” He doesn’t go to remove it however.

The cloth in your toothy cavern collects drool, feeling damp. You try to get him to take it off of you, but your words come out muffled.

“Yeah, calm down.” He rests a hand on your hip, patting the area lightly. “Do you know what it’s like trying to protect someone so ungrateful? Do you know what it’s like giving them everything and getting nothing in return?” His hand begins caressing your thigh, smoothing over the bare flesh where your skirt splits.

Pulling you close to him, he gathers you into his lap, holding you there securely as he gazes into your eyes. “Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?”

You kick your feet lightly, only trying to create enough movement to escape his grip. It only causes him to hold you even tighter. “I don’t want to have to go back to how things were in the beginning, but I will if I have to.”

That causes you to go still, eyes widening like that of an owl, orbs shimmering with dampness as you remember things you have tried to block out.

The starvation, the vulgarity of his hands on your body, the beatings that would leave you vomiting late into the night, the nights where he would leave you naked and bound to shiver on the floor.

You weren’t allowed to sleep in his bed until you became a “good wife”. He reminded you of this often until you broke, until you one day chose his kindness over his cruelty.

The Hashira presses a kiss against your neck, sighing into you. “I’m going to leave you like this. I’ll check on you tomorrow. Once you learn to behave, we can go back to normal.” Standing up with you in his arms, Tengen takes you down to the sake cellar with you screaming behind the gag. You kick your feet and thrash your shoulders and you rear your head back in anguish.

All too soon, you find him putting you down in the corner of the room, placing a cuff on your ankle which locks you to a deadbolt on the floor.

“Remember, only good wives are treated with my kindness and respect. When you can show me that side of you, then I’ll let you out of here.”

You sob as he turns his back to you, retreating up the stairs. You had tried to escape the Uzui house, and where did that get you? All the way back to where you started.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #demon slayer #yandere demon slayer #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #yandere tengen uzui #yandere hashira #kny tengen #demon slayer tengen

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depravitycentral · 11 months

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Partnership

Yandere! Uvogin x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, theft, threats of violence, implied non-con, if your name is Stacy pretend it isn't, Stockholm Syndrome, brief mention of vomiting, Nobunaga is featured a bit in this but don't worry he doesn't want you, fem reader, MDNI

This is dedicated to @ramwrites, who is amazing and wonderful and offered to write me a welcome back gift, and I couldn't not give something back in return! Thanks for letting me write this for you; your writing is so good and makes me all giggly and inspired. For those interested, please check out her Shalnark piece - I haven't read it yet, but I'm sure it's just as good as everything else Ram produces.

WC: 10K

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

“So you went and got yourself kidnapped, huh?” Uvogin asks, cocking a brow at you.

You, who’s tied to a metal chair, gagged and blindfolded, very clearly having no fucking clue what is going on.

You squirm, sitting up straight at the sound of a new, unfamiliar voice. Your cute little sleeping shorts had ridden up a bit, exposing more of your thigh than you were probably comfortable with, and Uvo notices with a distant sense of enjoyment that the thin nightshirt you’re sporting is doing very little to hide the way the cold air is affecting your chest.

You’re weak, really; a pathetic little thing that has him scoffing and crossing his arms.

“Listen up, I’m only gonna tell you this once. A friend of yours – Stacy, was it? Anyway, this friend of yours got herself noticed by the wrong type of guy.” He starts, plopping down and sitting in his own identical metal chair, just without the restraints.

You stop struggling when he mentions her name, and he takes this as a sign to continue.

“See, Nobuanga’s not a bad guy. He’s a little rough around the edges, sure, but any guy who isn’t is hardly worth knowing.” He chuckles at his own assessment of his closest friend, though you don’t seem to share the sentiment. “Stacy works at that shitty little restaurant he loves – the one with the sticky, greasy booths and the fries that come drenched with salt and are so limp they literally drip oil.”

He shivers at the mere memory, the hamburger he’d ordered barely worth eating.

“Don’t know what she did, exactly, but somehow he’s smitten – she’s got him all fucked up, ranting and raving about how beautiful she is and how she smiles at him all the time and flirts with him on the clock. Real annoying, if you ask me.” He sighs heavily, letting his thumb sit at his chin as he loses himself in the story of his best friend falling in love – with your best friend, no less.

“And then she quit her job, I’m sure you know. Started working up at that movie theater – more shitty, oily food, just popcorn instead of fries this time.” He laughs again. “Nobunaga went crazy over that, you know, thinking that maybe she wanted to work in a more intimate setting like that so that he could sneak her off into some abandoned theater and get some one-on-one quality time, if you know what I mean.”

You grimace, at both the implications of his last statement and the mention of Stacy quitting. You know exactly why she’d quit – it was the whole reason you’d been staying at her place, really. She was convinced she had a stalker, that there was this crazy man who used to bother her at the diner and follow her home. It’d scared her, obviously, and she’d requested – with a guilty look and fiddling thumbs – if you’d be willing to spend the next few nights are her place with her, because maybe if there was more than one person home he wouldn’t get gutsy and break in. Of course you’d agreed, believing her fully and not wanting to leave her alone to deal with this crazed freak.

Although now, you’re starting to regret that decision just a bit.

“As I’m sure you know, it didn’t change much. Pretty stupid, to be honest – if a stalker’s that dedicated, how the hell is a change of occupation going to change anything? Chick’s pretty dumb, if you ask me.” He shrugs, and although you can’t see it through your blindfold, you’re sure his face is awfully apathetic about the whole situation. “She was ignoring him, refusing to serve him at the theater, reporting him to her manager, even calling the police and getting a description of him circulating. She was going to get a restraining order against him, even – again, like that’d do shit.”

He snorts, and you bite into the gag harder.

Sighing, he looks up at the ceiling. “See, that’s the thing about Nobunaga. He might seem a little lazy sometimes, but he’s got a heart of gold when it comes to the ones he cares about. He’d do anything for that woman – steal for her, kill for her, anything at all. He’s a sap, totally obsessed with the chick, but it’s kind of sweet in a way, I guess. Means he really cares about her. Isn’t that funny? Her stalker really is in love with her.”

You don’t find it particularly funny, but you can’t say much.

“Anyways, the police finally got a sighting of him last night. Went through the system pretty fast – I’m a little impressed, to be honest. Normally takes those bastards much longer to process things. Regardless, a few too many sirens were going last night, even a few cars parked outside the apartment he’s been squatting in, yelling his name in those big, gaudy megaphones of theirs. Caused a real stir, and sent the guy into a panic.”

He takes a moment to breath, tapping his foot lightly on the ground. “So what does he do? He calls me, in the middle of the night, talking so fast that I can’t even understand the guy. All I’m hearing is Stacy this, Stacy that, police and blah blah blah recognized. I had to force the words out of him before it made any sense, the idiot.” That same laugh rattles in your ears.

“Eventually I got him to be coherent, and he told me that he had to ‘make his move’, whatever the hell that meant. Said he couldn’t wait anymore, that he had to take Stacy and run – the police were coming, and even though it’s not hard to take out a couple of poorly trained guys, it’s still a pain in the ass and Shizuku’s not here to clean up his mess.

“Anyways, he starts begging me – literally, actually pleading with me, imagine that – to come and help him out. He told me there’s this other chick at her place – some girl she’s been keeping around for some unknown reason, and he needs someone to take care of the body.” Your blood goes cold, fear suddenly creeping back up your throat.

Was he going to kill you? Why was he bothering to tell you all this if he was just planning on slicing open your neck? Did he find some sick pleasure in prolonging your death?

He notices your discomfort, it seems, because soon he’s rolling his eyes, scoffing at you. “Calm down. You’re such a bad actor – can’t even see your face, really, and I know you’re scared shitless now. I’m not going to kill you, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You calm slightly, but not much.

“As I was saying, there’s this girl he needs me to take care of – a quick death, nothing too flashy, which makes me immediately ask why the hell he’d request me of all people, when every time I kill it’s messy. It’s kind of my trademark, you know?”

You didn’t, and you hoped it’d stay that way.

He sighs again. “Anyways, I head on over to Stacy’s apartment, meeting Nobunaga outside and listening to him run down the plan. He’s going to run inside and knock her out, pulling her out of bed and running off to God knows where he’s got all set up for the two of them. And while he’s busy doing that, I’m supposed to head in and eliminate the friend. Seemed easy enough, if not a bit tedious, so I agree and we head inside, keeping mind of the sirens still in the distance.

“Everything’s going smoothly, except once we get the front door open, it becomes very clear that Nobunaga was stupid and panicked and didn’t bother to doublecheck if Stacy was actually asleep.” He pauses to sigh dramatically, like it’s some big annoyance. “She’s fully awake, standing about ten feet away from the door, and then she starts fucking screaming.”

You remember that bit – the screaming, that is, because it had woken you up from your slumber on Stacy’s couch. Everything is still blurry after that, disorientation fogging your brain from being so abruptly woken up.

“She’s yelling and screeching, and if Nobunaga hadn’t been there I probably would’ve killed her myself just to get her to shut the fuck up. She’s got one of those high, shrill, shrieky voices, you know? The kind that really drive me up the wall - it’s damn annoying.” He pauses, looking at you skeptically. “Hope you haven’t got one of those, things’ll get messy real quick if you do.”

You hope you don’t, either.

“He rushes forward and tries to grab her, but she swats at him and, get this, manages to punch him in the dick.” He laughs aloud at that, slapping his knee and throwing his head back. “This weak-ass girl manages to get him on the ground flat, stupid ass’s hands clutching at his dick, and what does she do in the meantime? She runs over to the couch, grabbing this girl and staring back at me like I’m some monster.”

You make a noise through the gag, but Uvogin ignores it.

“I’ve gotta hand it to Stacy, though, she’s got guts. She starts yellin’ at us about how she won’t let us kill the girl, how she’ll kill herself before she lets us get our hands on her, and immediately Nobunaga crumbles. I don’t know why the idiot didn’t think of the possibility earlier, but he totally freezes up when she threatens that, just gaping like a fish. It was pretty awkward for me, to be honest, because watching him get so thoroughly rejected was giving me serious second hand embarrassment. I mean, the chick literally said she’d rather kill herself than let Nobuanga take her – pretty harsh if you ask me.”

He looks back at your covered face, letting his gaze linger on the edges of the blindfold. “So he panics and gives into her demand, telling her he won’t kill her friend – says that he’ll just take her too, so that way everyone’s happy.”

He frowns a bit at you, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, everyone except you, probably. And except Stacy, too, probably. And except me. So really, Nobunaga’s the only happy one.”

Your face would sour if it was able to.

“Anyways, it wasn’t hard to knock them both out and bring ‘em to their respective holding places. I’ve got no clue where the hell Nobunaga’s keeping his chick, but I’m sure you’ve figured out that you’re Stacy’s little friend.”

You nod, slowly, the movement limited by your restraints. Your wrists have gone numb and your ankles feel bruised and sore, the ropes keeping them pinned the legs of the chair making blood flow difficult.

“So, what to do with you now.” His voice is wistful, like he’s actually contemplating, and that same familiar fear washes over you again.

He groans, the chair skidding out behind him as he stands to his full height. “Would you quit it with the fear? I already told you I’m not killing you, are you even listening to me?”

You nod again, faster this time.

Uvogin sighs, shuffling forward towards you. You can hear him approaching, and although your shoulders stiffen up, you try not to look as terrified as you feel. It doesn’t seem to work all that well, but he spares you another comment about it.

Soon the blindfold is ripped off your head, leaving your hair messy and out of place, your eyes squinting and blinking rapidly to adjust to the rather bright white light hanging over you and what you can now see is an absolute behemoth of a man.

He’s fucking huge – towering over you in every sense of the word, muscles practically bulging out of his body with how defined and massive they are. Black hairs cover every inch of his body you can see, even his arms and especially the bits of chest peeking out of his white top. Ragged, unruly hair sweeps down to his shoulders, making the muscles of his neck look even firmer, and you gulp. Any chance of escaping has basically left you now – there’s no way in hell you could ever beat that, especially if he’d already managed to kidnap you once.

He clears his throat and your gaze is brought up to his face, a small, strange wave of embarrassment flooding through you as you realize you’ve been caught staring. He’s smirking, though, and you take in the sharp line of his jaw, the thick, dark eyebrows that frame equally dark eyes. He’s attractive, in a strange, rugged sort of way, and you immediately feel sick at the thought.

“You like what you’re seein’?” He teases, and you immediately look away, still unable to reply with the gag covering your mouth.

He laughs, and sets his hands on his lips. “Well, looks like you’re stuck with me. Before you freak out, I can’t kill you because that damn Stacy really seems to care about you, and she’s told Nobunaga she’ll kill herself if she doesn’t get regular proof that you’re still alive.”

A flame of hope ignites in your chest, and internally you thank Stacy, even if this whole situation is less than ideal.

He seems to sense your sudden upturn in mood, chuckling with a condescending lilt. “Oh no, princess, that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go. No, you’ve gotta stay put, because now that you know what I look like, you’ll go to the cops and report me as fast as those little legs of yours can manage.”

You shake your head at that, eyes glistening with tears as he shuts down your last hope of escaping. Please, you internally beg him, hoping he’ll somehow be able to sense this too. I won’t, I promise!

His gaze narrows at you, before that same smirk is back. “I’m sure if you could talk you’d be telling me how you’ll never tell a soul, but you and I both know that’s bullshit. So I’ll save us both some time and keep you here, so that I don’t have to track you down again and lock you back up once you’ve just gotten free.”

You visibly deflate, and if Uvogin had been a kinder man, he would’ve almost felt bad for you. But instead, he just hums, crouching down in front of you. Even squatting he’s still taller than you, and it does nothing to make you feel less scared.

“Now listen up, here are the rules. I’m a pretty nice guy, all things considered, so don’t break my rules and I won’t break your bones.”

Your eyes get wide, but you nod along. He smiles, patting your knee.

“That’s good, see? You’re already doing better than that Stacy girl, at least you’re not fighting me every step of the way.” Something about his statement makes guilt eat away at your chest – are you supposed to be fighting more? There doesn’t really seem to be a point – this man is massive, and you’re all bound and unable to move. You’re doing the best you can, right?

“First,” He holds up a finger, “don’t even bother trying to escape. I’m bigger than you, faster than you, stronger than you, and smarter than you. There’s nothing you can try that I won’t see through, and you’ll end up regretting it more than you can imagine.

“Second, no trying to hurt yourself. Nobunaga will kill me if I let you die, and it’d be a pain to deal with him.” He fixes you a stern look, and you nod.

“Third, don’t go digging through my shit. I’m doing my buddy a favor by keeping you here, and if I find you snooping around… He didn’t say anything about roughing you up a bit, and it might be good for Stacy to see you with some bruises or a cast or two.” His threat doesn’t go unheard, and you nod again, throat bobbing as you swallow.

He stares at you for a moment more, gaze calculating and judging whether you’ve really accepted his conditions, before strong fingers come up to untie the knot keeping your gag in place.

“Don’t you scream, I’ll have to shut you up if you do.” He warns, before pulling the fabric away. Immediately you’re flexing your jaw, the muscle aching as you move it, and he watches with a neutral expression. You’re still tied up, unable to move really, and Uvogin gets a fleeting thought of how pitiful you look.

“Um,” You start, your voice a bit hoarse from being so dry and unused for the last few hours. “What’s your name?”

He blinks, before laughing a bit. “Of all the questions you could’ve asked, all the things you could’ve said and done as soon as you woke up from learning you’ve been kidnapped, and that’s what you chose? Shit, you wouldn’t survive in the wild, would you?”

Shame creeps up your neck at his belittlement, but before you can defend yourself he’s answering. “It’s Uvogin.”

You nod, not willing to look at him. It’s silent for a few moments, before he sighs again and reaches forward to untie the rope shackling your ankles and wrists. As soon as you’re free, you try to stretch out your limbs, keeping a weary eye on the man – Uvogin.

What a stupid name.

“Well, the fact that you’re not screaming your head off is a promising sign. Get up, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.” He orders, already taking off towards the door in the corner of the small room. You try to follow him, but your legs aren’t moving right, and it takes you a while to make your way over there. He looks irritated at your lack of speed, but says nothing, only holding open the door until you make your way through.

You’re led down into a rather sparse apartment, only furnished with a single gray couch against one wall (with a few stains on it that make you wince a bit), a TV and some cabinets, a wooden table and two chairs, and a beat-up fridge in the adjoining kitchen. Everything’s clean, but the space lacks any sort of personality, and it makes you uncomfortable.

“That’s your bed, extra blankets are in the closet. If you need anything tell me, and I might snag it for you next time I’m out on a job.” Something about the way he says ‘snag’ makes you nervous, so you just mutter a small affirmation.

He gives you one last glance over, his eyes once again lingering on your chest, before stepping through the doorway.

“Wait, Uvogin!” Your voice, a bit wobbly and unsure, makes him turn back, his brow cocked and curiosity dancing on his features. (And a bit of surprise, too, because he hadn’t expected you to say anything to him, or even use his name. Maybe you weren’t as skittish and weak as you seemed – though, he doubted that.)

“Um, is it possible for me to see Stacy soon?” You asked, voice growing smaller with every word. He blinks, before standing up a bit straighter.

“Actually, you’re in luck. Nobunaga called me about an hour ago and let me know we’re meeting up in a few days – he said it would be good for Stacy to have a ‘playdate’ with you. Whatever the fuck that means.” Uvogin shrugs, looking entirely uninterested, and you bristle at Nobunaga’s choice of words. Poor Stacy.

Excitement brews in your chest; at least you’ll have a familiar face, and hopefully the stranger hasn’t done anything too terrible to your friend. Nodding, you glance back to the floor, wishing the hulking man staring at you would just leave. He does, a few moments later, and only then do you allow yourself to slump onto the bed he’s assigned you. The bedroom is bare like the rest of the home, with a twin bed set in the corner and a small set of drawers sitting nearby. It makes you laugh humorlessly – were you supposed to fill that chest? With what? You hadn’t brought anything with you, and you seriously doubted Uvogin would let you return home to grab some of your clothes.

Sighing, you sat onto the bed, the mattress firm under you. Distantly, some part of you was pleased – at least the bed would be comfortable enough.

Time passes slowly as you sit on the bed – not your bed, not yet. You stare at the wall ahead of you, the fear slowly seeping out of your system until only exhaustion remains. Sleep eventually takes over, and although you try to fight it, you’re slipping into a dreamless slumber before long.

Uvogin’s tolerable, you’ve found. He’s certainly not nice, nor is he an especially great person to be around, but he could be much worse, you suppose. He’s fed you twice daily for however long you’ve been stuck here (it feels like a week, so you’re assuming it is, if only to stave off any self-doubt that’s creeping into the corners of your mind), and the food’s not terrible. It’s clearly takeout, the packaging sometimes even having Chinese characters on it or restaurant logos, and you’ve been mostly satisfied with his choices so far. He’ll sometimes ask you what you want, and while you were too scared to answer the first few times (which only makes him scowl and roll his eyes, muttering a small damn, Nobunaga owes me one), eventually you’d felt safe enough to be honest.

He hasn’t hurt you, either. At least, not yet. You’re aware he could, if he wanted to – those muscles make it hard to forget, and you’d seen him crush his phone in his hand like a bug when a phone call with someone named Franklinwent poorly.

He’s scary, still, but you’ve reached the point now where you aren’t practically hyperventilating every time he enters the room. You still keep him in your field of vision, weary for any sudden changes in his behavior, but every day that passes has you growing more complacent with your position. The constant threat of Stacy potentially facing consequences for your actions doesn’t deter you from being on your best behavior, either.

Besides, sometimes he’s even a little bit funny – not that you’d ever laugh at his jokes, but he has this weird sense of humor that you think you’d like, if the situation had been different. If you’d met him on the street you definitely would’ve tried to cross to the other side, but you would’ve found him oddly charming, his snide remarks and cocky air a bit entertaining.

You try not to think about that, though, because the mere presence of these thoughts means the Stockholm Syndrome is starting to kick in. And while you aren’t the most resilient person on the planet, even you have to admit it’s a bit early for that.

Sighing, you take another bite of the curry he’d brought you, pleasantly surprised that the spice level was perfect. Uvogin didn’t have many rules, it was true, but he did have a few unspoken ones – one of which being that meals, particularly take-out meals, were to be eaten at the small, rickety table. Together, which wasn’t ideal.

“I’ve gotta make sure you don’t try to starve yourself or choke.” He’d told you the first time, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you into the seat across from his, the noodles sitting in front of you still packaged neatly in their container. At first you’d been nervous he would try to poison you, but eventually hunger got the best of you and you were slurping the noodles down, still keeping a nervous eye on the hulking man in front of you.

“So, big news.” He starts, taking a bite out of his chicken. He always took big bites, you’d noticed, but he ordered enough food that even if his pace was twice as fast as yours, he never finished before you.

You glance up at him, trying not to let toomuch curiosity show on your face, but he seems to realize anyway.

“I know you haven’t been up to much, but don’t make your excitement so obvious. Hurts my feelings to know you think I’m so boring.” He’s joking, you think, and to sate him you attempt to smile.

“Nobunaga called me again this morning; today’s the day.”

You practically choke on your food, eyes blowing wide and your hands beginning to shake. Finally, finally you’d be able to see Stacy – you’d been worried sick about her the last week or so, terrified that her transition to the life of being a captive hadn’t gone as smoothly as your own. (You snorted bitterly at that – smooth probably wasn’t the best word for how you’d been feeling, but at least you hadn’t been hit yet, or assaulted or any number of things. Hopefully Nobunaga wasn’t any worse of a person than your own captor.)

Uvogin is watching you, you realize, with a strange look in his eye. As soon as you glance up at him you look away again, clearing your throat and trying to keep your voice even as you ask, “That’s good, it’ll be nice to see her again.”

It’s silent for a moment, before his booming laugh makes you wince a bit. “Yeah, I’m sure you are. Finish up, I don’t like wasting food. Once you’re done we’ll head out - try to not to choke.”

He says that right as you start shoveling the food into your mouth, hoping that eating quicker will mean you can see Stacy quicker. He chuckles at you, but you follow his orders and slow down a bit. He throws you one more glance, that cocky smile on his lips, before digging into his own food again.

He’s eating a bit faster than normal, too, you notice.

He apologizes with an insincere tone as he ties the blindfold back on you (he’d told you that you can’t know where you are just in case you decide to get rebellious and run away), and soon you’re stuffed into a car. Everything’s hard to keep track of when you can’t see, but Uvogin’s talking (like normal), so you try to tune into the sound of his voice to help the time pass.

“Now listen, you might not wanna touch her too much, Nobunaga’s a bit…” He trails off, and you can hear his hand tightening on the steering wheel. “Possessive. You’re her friend and all, and I’m sure he won’t hurt you, especially not in front of her, but be careful.”

You nod, absentmindedly.

“Also, don’t be too surprised if she doesn’t look the way she used to. He was always going on about how she was dressed too inappropriately in her day-to-day life, so she might be a little underdressed.”

He’d hesitated to say underdressed, and you tried not to think about what that could mean.

It’s quiet for a few moments, and you shift in the car seat. He’d let you sit in the front, an unexpected luxury, but you didn’t like that he could see you while you couldn’t see him. He wouldn’t hurt you, you were mostly confident of that now, but who knew what he had planned.

“We’re almost there. If things go badly, I’ll get you out of there. You’re pretty damn weak, a broken bone would probably take a few weeks for you to heal. I don’t want to deal with you being injured, and I’m sure you don’t, either.”

Your lips must’ve given away your fear, because a moment later he’s sighing. “Did you know that you practically reek your emotions? I feel like I can smell ‘em, even when I can’t even see half your damn face.”

You don’t have anything to say to that, but you force yourself to speak anyway, not wanting to dignify his last comment. “Do you think – well, do you think Nobunaga will want to hurt me?”

Uvogin ponders your question for a moment, surprised that you’d spoken up. You hadn’t done much talking in the time he’d had you – he was sure it was because you were scared, but it was nice to hear you talking to him like you weren’t scared shitless of him. Even if you had every reason to be so terrified.

“Honestly, probably. Especially if you touch her.”

You suck in a breath, and Uvogin hums. “But it’s not going to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

You could practically hear his toothy grin.

“It’s my job to protect you, right? So I will. Even if the one you need protecting from is the same guy who wants you to be protected.”

Something in his tone gives you the impression he means those words more than he’s letting on, and you shiver as you imagine just who this Nobunaga guy could possibly be.

“Oh my god, oh my god – you’re alive! Thank god!” Stacy sobs, arms wrapping around you like a vice before you can even respond. You clutch her back just as tightly, burying your face into her brown curls, a few tears pricking at your eyes. You’d been nervous that Nobunaga would’ve hurt her, with the way Uvogin was describing him, but after a thorough look-over, you find no bruises or marks marring her olive skin.

Eventually she pulls back, but keeps her hands firmly grasping your shoulders. Her eyes are red with tears, and her lower lip is wobbling. She’s not hurt, but she looks bad – there’s heavy bags under eyes and her hair is frazzled, her lips look swollen and she’s clutching onto you hard. Really hard.

“Stacy, are you hurt?” You ask, letting your hands cup her cheeks. You see Nobunaga – who Uvogin had pointed out with a small that’s the guy when you’d walked in – stiffen up at that, and Uvogin’s warning flashes through your mind. You might not want to touch her. Right.

Stacy glances over at her captor, and you follow her gaze, only to see Uvogin give you a small nod and drag his friend out the door by the collar of his purple kimono, calling over his shoulder that they’ll be back in exactly five minutes, and that they’ll know if you try to escape.

As soon as the door closes, Stacy pulls you in for another hug, the words flying out of her mouth so quickly you can barely understand her. “He’s – Nobunaga, he’s horrible. He never leaves me alone, and he treats me like I’m some incompetent little baby, and he’s always touching me and I just – I can’t –“

You cut her off by pressing her face into your neck again, rubbing the back of her head and letting her cry. You’re crying too, now, but your tears fall silently compared to her sobbing.

You don’t say much, because what can you say? It would be a lie to tell her that everything’s going to be okay, and every other reassurance that dances on the tip of your tongue just feels wrong, like you’d be pointedly lying to her. Instead, you let her get it out, her grip on you never loosening. You’d known Nobunaga had been the root of all her anxieties the last few months, long before he’d gotten the gall to kidnap her. And while you were happy that she wasn’t hurt, it still pained you to see her like this.

Eventually she’d calmed down, and you feel her pull back and wipe at her sniffling nose. “I’m so sorry.” She whispers to you, looking like she’s on the verge of crying again. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this mess, I should’ve just gone quietly and left you alone. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay with me for a few weeks, now you’re really stuck with that monster.”

You don’t tell her that it’s okay, because it’s not. Some part of you is still bitter and resentful towards her for involving you, because she’s right. You could be still living your life if she hadn’t requested you to help deter her stalker from making a move. But despite your anger, you can’t find it in yourself to hate her. Not when she’s like this – not when she’s probably experiencing something even worse than you.

“It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is that we’re both alive, and we’re both okay. Or, at least, okay as we can be, given the situation.” You tell her, smiling softly. She blinks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable, before nodding and swallowing.

“Yeah, I was worried that you wouldn’t be, with the way Nobunaga was talking about Uvogin.” Her voice was hoarse still, and you laughed humorlessly at that.

“Yeah, well, he hasn’t hurt me yet, so I think I’ll be okay. He mostly just ignores me, honestly, so I guess I’m lucky.” Your attempt at optimism doesn’t make Stacy smile like you’d hoped. Rather, her lips pull into a frown and her eyebrows furrow.

“He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense.”

You expression mirrors hers. “What? I mean, the only reason I got kidnapped too was insurance so that you wouldn’t kill yourself –“

Stacy’s face morphs into one of horror, and her grip on your shoulders goes slack.

Quickly you’re backpedaling, worried the mention of her self-imposed death might’ve triggered something you wanted to avoid. “I’m not saying it’s your fault, I totally understand why you –“

“Alright, time’s up.” Nobunaga’s voice interrupts, and knuckly hands are suddenly on your shoulders, pushing you aside so that Nobunaga can stand in front of Stacy. You stumble back, falling backwards against Uvogin’s hard chest, immediately standing up straight.

Nobunaga’s cupping Stacy’s chin, and you can see from this angle the way he smiles, a slight pink color flooding his cheeks. It makes you sick, and the pained look on Stacy’s face only makes your gut sink more. She’s looking at you still, and something about the way her brows are cocked inward that makes you feel like she’s almost pitying you.

“Did you miss me, baby?” Nobunaga’s cooing down at her, and it makes your skin crawl. Uvogin sighs from behind you and grabs your wrist, dragging you out of the room. His grip is surprisingly gentle, and as you watch Stacy slowly fade from your view, you can’t help but be slightly grateful that at least your captor isn’t leaning down for a kiss like hers.

The car ride home is mostly quiet, and it’s not until you’re nearing the end of your time in the vehicle that Uvogin breaks the silence.

“So, what did you talk about while we were gone? Girly shit?” You think he’s attempting a joke, but you can’t even pretend to laugh at it.

“She’s not happy.” You comment, voice slightly flat, and Uvogin snorts at your words.

“Of course she’s not happy, she’s just been kidnapped. And by her stalker, no less – would anyone be happy? Hell, are you happy?” He asks you, and you blanch at his question. Somehow, though, it feels like some sort of trap, so you stay quiet.

He doesn’t say anything more until he’s pulling you out of the car, your footsteps hesitant and clumsy because he’d put that damn blindfold on you again. He guides you up to the apartment, and soon you’re standing in the living room area, the fabric falling from your eyes.

“I’ve got some errands to run today, so I’ll be gone for a while. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He asks, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. You’re a bit touched that he’s offering to get you something, but you try not to focus on it. Of course you’re feeling grateful for him – he may be holding you captive, yes, but at least he hasn’t tried to kiss you or touch you. Poor Stacy didn’t share your luck.

“Um, maybe some chips? I don’t care what flavor, just something crunchy…” You trail off, looking at him nervously. You’d never requested anything before, and some part of you is convinced he’d only asked you the question to laugh in your face and deny you.

He cracks a smile and nods, hand already on the doorknob. “Okay. Okay, but you’d better be prepared to share, because I happen to be a big chip fan myself. So don’t get greedy, yeah?”

You half-smile, rubbing at your arm. “Yeah, I won’t be.”

He steps out the door, and once again the apartment is silent, his presence gone and all movement within the room gone, too.

The TV won’t work for you, you know that, but you’re still trying to get it to behave. Uvogin had to type in some password every time he turned it on, and it was too long and encoded for you to ever be able to decipher it. Still, you were clicking the power button of the remote over and over, hoping against hope that it would somehow short circuit and bypass that password screen. When it didn’t, you only sighed, rising to your feet and wandering towards the monitor.

Uvogin, you’d learned, was surprisingly meticulous – surprisingly organized, really. Meaning there was a chance he’d written down the password to the TV and had it stored somewhere. He’d only been gone for about a half hour, if the clock was any indication, and you had a lot of time to kill before he returned home. Not that he was your only source of entertainment – though, you’d read the single book he owned three times already.

Your knees crack as you kneel down in front of the cupboard the TV was sitting on, the wooden doors creaking as they open. The shelves are mostly empty – a few older remotes, and a cable channel guide.

Frustrated, you huff and let your shoulders slump, trying to decide what to do next. The TV obviously wasn’t planning on cooperating, though there was a cupboard right next to the one you’re searching through that could potentially hold the answer.

Uvogin’s rules distantly float through your mind, his gruff voice replaying in perfect clarity. Third, don’t go digging through my shit. Glancing back up the clock, you bite your lip. You had time, because while he was massive and huge and scary, there was no way he could get all his errands done in just thirty minutes.

With a deep breath, you move over to the other cabinet, letting your fingers curl around the knob. The doors don’t creak when they open, and immediately you’re scanning the shelves. These ones are full – with boxes, each labeled with a date on them. Cocking a brow, you examine the dates. January 4th – January 25th, April 29th – May 7th, and so on.

Intrigued, you slowly slide out one of the boxes, noticing not a single bit of dust is sitting on the cover. He must use this cabinet much more often than the one you’d been searching through previously, as a thick layer of dust had sprung up in your face the moment you opened the cabinet door.

The box itself is light, but you still set it down in front of you, your fingers delicate and careful, too worried that you’ll break something if you press too hard. And then Uvogin would know, surely, especially if he truly used this cabinet that often.

Slowly, you take off the box’s cover, and immediately your brows are scrunching together. What the hell?

When you’d imagined the kind of ‘shit’ Uvogin didn’t want you to snoop through, you hadn’t pegged it to be this. Whatever this was, that is.

It looked like a box full of receipts – tons of pieces of paper, all in weird sizes or shapes that looked like they were ripped out of some sort of notebook. The handwriting is messy, the letters all crammed together and difficult to decipher. You pick the paper on top up, turning it this way and that, trying to read the text.

Her: Sorry, I know it’s late, but I need to ask you a quick question.

Them: Yeah? What’s up?

Her: Do you think he’s alright? Chris, I mean – he hasn’t called me back for a few days, and I’m worried about him.

Them: You know Chris, it always takes him a while to respond. I wouldn’t worry, he’s just unpredictable.

Her: Yeah, I guess…

[6 second pause]

Them: Go to sleep, it’s late. You’ve got work in the morning, right?

Her: Yeah, I do. Okay, okay, I’m getting into bed now. Goodnight.

Them: Goodnight, call me when you hear back from him.

Her: Okay.

What was this? The ambiguity of it all confused you – who was her? Them? Chris?

You furrowed your brows, confusion sitting in your gut alongside a strange feeling. The hairs at the back of your neck prickled up, and a small pang of unease bolted through you.

Setting the piece of paper back into the bin, you picked up another one. This one was shorter, more to the point.

Her: Are we still on for Friday night?

Them: Yeah! Freddy’s, nine o’clock sharp. I’m buying, remember.

Her: You always say that, and you always get too shit faced to pay. Liar!

Them: Hey, I just know how to have fun! You could learn how to do that, you know.

Her: Yeah yeah, okay, I’ll see you later.

Your fingers are shaking as you finish reading the small, triangular slip of paper. Your lips are slightly parted, brows still crunched together. Something about the interaction between Her and Them felt oddly familiar – like something you’d heard before.

And the mention of Freddy’s. That’d been the name of a bar you frequented often with your friends, back before everything had gone to shit with Stacy.

Unnerved, you set the piece of paper back in the box and slide the box into its place on the shelf, running your eyes back over the listed date. August 28th – September 16th. One of your best friend’s birthdays was in that range.

Wiping your palms on your thighs, you try to calm the pounding of your heart. Something feels off, wrong in a way you can’t quite place. Surely, Freddy’s is a common enough name; it doesn’t necessarily mean your favorite bar. Plus, even if it does mean that particular bar, who knew who these people were. You surely don’t - who the hell is Chris?

Wanting to put some distance between you and the cabinet, you get to your feet again and close it, wandering away into the little hallway connecting the living space, bathroom and two bedrooms. Cupping some water in your hands from the bathroom sink, you splash your face, letting the cold wash over your skin. Closing your eyes, you try to calm down. It doesn’t mean anything – how could it? You’re probably just all shaken up after seeing Stacy and her freaky captor. Nobunaga disturbed you, you can’t deny it.

Sighing, you open your eyes, wiping your face with your towel. (Uvogin had been kind enough to give you one designated as your own, saving you from the horrible fate of having you dry your body with a towel that he’d already used.) Though you notice with a small start that the towel is wet, despite you not having showered recently. Odd.

As you turn to leave the room, you notice a shirt sitting piled up in the corner. It was black, and surely not your own – holding it up, it looked big enough to dwarf you. Must be Uvogin’s, then.

His bedroom is across from your own, and while you haven’t been inside it yet, it feels wrong to just leave his shirt on the floor, where it could get dirty and maybe even moldy. Besides, doing a little cleaning would keep you occupied – both from boredom, and from contemplating those weird slips of paper further.

You slowly open the door, immediately getting hit with a wave of musk. Uvogin normally smelled decent, but the scent in here is strong enough to make you wince a bit, the overwhelming stench of sweat, mint, and male making you a bit nauseous. To your surprise, the room is spotless – a very, very large bed sits floated in the middle, a navy and black flannel comforter covering the top while a few large, puffy pillows sit at attention at the head. A few pairs of boots are lined up in the corner, and a single picture looks to be taped up on the wall above them. Curiously, you step forward, moving towards the photo.

Uvogin had told you very little about himself – only that he worked as a contractor, of sorts, and that he didn’t have too many friends, so you wouldn’t have to worry about visitors. But now that you’re looking at the photo, you’re wondering if maybe that last statement hadn’t been so true – the photo is of a dozen or so people, all posing for the camera with various degrees of a smile on their face. Uvogin’s in the back, on the left side, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a shorter blond man, his blue eyes in a wink and holding up his thumb. Uvogin’s smiling, and as you scan the photo, you stop when you hit Nobunaga, who’s seated in the front row next to a woman with big glasses and a modified cross necklace. Everyone looks happy, and briefly you wonder whether Uvogin considers these people friends. He must, if Nobunaga’s present – an odd sort of satisfaction worms its way into your chest at the thought. You don’t like Uvogin, surely not – but still, everyone needs friends, right? Even kidnappers.

God, you really are starting to develop Stockholm Syndrome.

Shaking your head to try and clear the thoughts, you approach his closet and snag a hanger, trying to hang up the shirt you’re holding in your arms. The thing is tall, and as you try to get the hanger’s hook to wrap over the metal bar, your eyes fall to the side, noticing something out of the corner of your vision.

It’s a soft pink, and you cock a brow. Uvogin? Owning something pink?

Eventually, and with a soft grunt, you get the hanger to successfully sit onto the bar, and immediately you’re investigating the pink thing. This goes directly against his rules, you know – you’re quite literally snooping, but hopefully he’d still be out for longer. Besides, even if he comes back, you could just tell him you’re putting away his shirt, and maybe he wouldn’t call you on your half-lie.

Whatever the thing is, it’s wedged pretty far back in the closet – you’d only managed to catch a brief glimpse of it, and for good reason. There’s a storage container in the back of the closet, an organizer of sorts with some compartments that all seem to be stuffed full. It’s hard to see, the overhead light dim to begin with and not penetrating too deeply into the dark closet, but you’re able to fish out the pink fabric soon enough.

It's lace, you realize, your curiosity only doubling. That same pin-prickly feeling is back, and as you slowly flatten out the cloth, your breath catches.

It’s a thong. Pink and lacy, with a bow decorating the back, right over the tailbone.

But more than that, the thong looks familiar. There’s a thread pulled on the front right side, and a stain on the fabric at the very bottom, looking awfully similar to the color your own discharge makes once it’s been washed.

Your fingers are shaking again, and you stumble back a bit, the back of your knees catching onto the bed so that you fall back and land on your ass, too busy staring at the cloth in your hands to bother trying to situate yourself.

These panties are yours.

You’re sure of it – you know because Stacy bought them for you a few months ago. She’d cheekily handed them to you with a big, gaudy bow on top, a wink sent your way and a demure because I know you’ve got a date tonight, and I also know you haven’t gotten laid in way too long. That was the night you’d been set up on a blind date with a friend’s coworker. He’d been nice, though you hadn’t slept with him, and you hadn’t gone out again after that. He didn’t seem all that interested in you as a romantic pursuit, but he was funny, and you’d hoped you could become friends, at least.

And his name was Chris. And he’d gone missing a few days after.

You drop the panties, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

You don’t want to, and you know you shouldn’t, but before you can stop yourself you’re rushing forward to the closet, digging back to that storage compartment and rooting around for anything else you can find. It must be a coincidence; it has to be a coincidence. These can’t be your panties, you must be mistaken – why would Uvogin have these? How could he have these? You’d lost them in the laundry a while back.

At least, that’s what you’d assumed.

Pulling your hand back, you see you’ve grabbed a few items. They’re smaller, not clothing, but nonetheless incriminating. There’s a chapstick container, with a strange flavor on it that you’ve only seen once, back when you won it in some weird fundraising fair you’d been at for your job. Kiwi banana grape, it said in curling black lettering, and when you pop open the top, you notice it’s almost completely empty.

There’s also a button; it’s black with a strange shape, one you recognize as being from your favorite jacket. It’d fallen off one day, but you’d been too busy walking around the city to have realized. It was a real bummer, because it’d rendered the jacket unwearable because too big a draft would sneak through it.

And lastly, there’s a bandaid – it’s old, you can tell, with a kiddy pattern of some fairies and a dinosaur on it that the nurse had apologized for having to use, telling you it was all they had available at the time. You remembered it – it’d made you laugh that you’d gotten your flu shot and she’d patched it up with a bandaid designed for six year olds, even going so far as to snap a photo and send it in the group chat you kept with your friends.

You feel sick.

Throwing the small items back into the compartment, you rush to the bathroom, barely making it before you’re heaving, all the curry you’d forced down your throat earlier coming right back up.

What the fuck?

Who was Uvogin? Why did he have all of this? How did he have all of this? What did it mean? Your head’s rushing, too many thoughts and implications swimming through your oversaturated mind, and you have just barely enough strength to flush the toilet and stand up, staring at yourself in the mirror.

Stacy’s words rush back to you as you examine your face, seeing your wide eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling with each harsh breath slipping through your lips. He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense – none of it at all. Why would your by-association captor have any of your personal items? Especially personal items you’d lost or thrown away literal months ago, long before you’d ever started staying over at Stacy’s?

You know why, you just don’t want to admit it, and as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you try to come up with any other possible explanation. No. It can’t be. Stacy’s the one with the creepy stalker, not me.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door’s lock clicking open makes you snap up, adrenaline suddenly coursing through your veins. Uvogin’s home.

Immediately you’re running to your bed, jumping under the covers and shutting your eyes tightly, praying that Uvogin will think you’re asleep and won’t bother you. You need more time to figure this out – it’s all too much, and while it probably won’t be any easier the longer you wait, you need something.

You can’t look at him yet. You won’t.

“I got your chips! Didn’t know which flavor to choose, so I got three I think you might like. I’m serious, though, you have to share. I’m an animal, and I will steal your food.” He laughs at that, and you hear him set down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Your eyes are still closed so tightly that it hurts, and you ball your fists up in the blankets as hard as you can. You’d curled up into a fetal position, and you force yourself to stay still as you hear his loud footsteps coming down the hall.

He calls your name, peeking his head into every room he passes. Soon he sees you in your bed, and although you look a little stiff, his shoulders immediately lose their tension. A smile flits across his lips, and he slowly, quietly shuts the door, retreating back to his own room.

You sigh, peeling open your eyes and trying to get your breathing under control. You’d been holding your breath, and now that he’s actually home in the apartment, it’s difficult to not let yourself panic.

It becomes much, much more difficult when you hear a noise come from his bedroom, though. What the hell’s this?

There’s a muffled curse, and your blood runs cold as quick, heavy footsteps lead right up to your door. He swings it open and your eyes fly shut, trying desperately in vain to appear like you’re still sleeping.

“Wake the fuck up.” He says, and immediately you open your eyes, your fear too strong to ignore. He’s holding the pink panties in his hands, and you realize with a small burst of terror that in your haste to get to the bathroom, you’d left them on the floor. In his room. Right where he can see that they’ve been moved.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"I only have three rules. What are they?” He barks, and you’re trying to curl up even smaller, hoping his promise of not hurting you will still ring true. Though, he’s lied about pretty much everything else – how do you know if that part wasn’t all a lie, too?

“No hurting myself, no escaping, and no – no snooping.” You whisper, and Uvogin bares his teeth.

“I’ve been good to you – patient, something that takes a hell of a lot of effort for me. And what do you do in return? You go and do one of the very few things I’ve forbidden.” He looks impossibly tall right now, towering over you with those muscles, the panties looking downright tiny between his monstrous fingers. “Tell me why. Explain to me why the hell you were snooping through my closet.”

You shut your eyes again, too scared to look at him. “I was putting away a shirt you left in the bathroom. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did it, please don’t hurt me, please –“

He interrupts you with a huff, and you tense up, waiting for some blow to land. It doesn’t, though, and after a good thirty seconds, you finally peel an eye open, almost too scared to see what he’s doing.

You don’t expect the small smile that’s sitting on his lips, nor the hand on his hip. He locks his eyes with yours, then sighs. “Well, this is most definitely not the way I wanted you to find out. See, I had this whole plan – Nobunaga came up with it, one of the very few things he’s ever thought of that actually impressed me.”

You’re confused again, but that sick feeling still hasn’t gone away. All you can seem to look at are your panties, wedged in his fist.

“He told me that since you and Stacy were so close, we could cut a deal – kidnap you both at once, get more bang for our buck. There was no way to hide Nobunaga’s feelings for Stacy, sure, but you? Well, you haven’t noticed anyone following you, have you?” Uvogin asks, cocking his head at you and letting his smile get a bit wider.

You quickly shake your head no.

“I’m better at this stuff than he is. He always gets too excited to talk to her, wants to interact and have her lookin’ at him. I get it, I really do. Even now, even with you scared shitless and looking at me like I’m about to kill you, just you acknowledging me is getting me hard as a fucking rock.”

Involuntarily, your eyes dart down to his navel, and with a small, strangled sound of fear, you notice the way there’s a prominent bulge forming in those shorts of his.

He laughs at your change in focus, and steps forward. Hooking a finger under your chin, he smirks down at you. “I’m better at hiding myself, and I was willing to play the long game, content with watching you until the right time came to snatch you up. But when Nobunaga offered, telling me there was a way to get you all to myself and make sure you grew to want me organically? Well, I couldn’t resist, could I?”

You want to tell him he absolutely could’ve, or that you wouldn’t have ‘wanted him organically’, whatever the hell that meant, but your tongue doesn’t seem to be working.

He leans down, face coming closer and closer to yours. “You had no idea, did you? How do you think I knew what kind of mattress to get you? How do you think I knew exactly what to order for you for takeout, even when you were too scared to tell me? How do you think I know what shampoo and conditioner to buy you, or even what kind of fucking cologne you like? Believe me, I’m only wearing this shit for you.”

You’re frozen, unable to move, unable to do anything but stare at him.

“Do you get it now, princess? See, Nobunaga doesn’t give two shits about whether you live or die – he’ll get Stacy to do what he wants no matter what. But me? I give a shit.” He’s so close to you that you can smell his breath. It’s minty, like he’s just recently brushed his teeth. The cold smell only makes you shiver, fear still tingling up your spine.

“Why?” You whisper, overwhelmed at his sudden confession.

He pauses at that, smirk falling away as he genuinely considers your words. He’s quiet for a moment, before he smiles again, but this time it’s not as predatory – there’s something oddly soft about it, and it makes you feel worse.

“Because you’re perfect. That’s all.” He answers like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and before you can say anything he’s clambering on the bed next to you. You want to fight him off, to jump up off the bed and run, but you can’t seem to find the energy to. Besides, you’re not delusional enough to think you could beat Uvogin in any sort of physical altercation or chase. And while he still seemed to be adhering to his promise of not hurting you, you didn’t feel like testing the waters.

“So I guess the jig’s up. I was hoping you wouldn’t find out, but I can work with this, too. At least now I don’t have to act like I don’t know you. And now, I don’t have to do all that respectful distance shit – you’re mine now, babe, and now I don’t have to hide it.” He’s grinning again, his teeth looking too sharp, and before you can blink he’s above you, your wrists pinned above your head and his lips inches away from yours.

“So why don’t I show you just how much your attention the last week’s been affecting me?” His voice is low, sultry, and makes you gulp. He presses his face into your neck, deeply inhaling and groaning. “I promise I can make you feel good… I’ll tell you my last rule, okay?”

You’re frozen, but when he pulls back to glare at you, you shakily mutter out an ‘okay’.

His grin is wolfish, predatory, scary. “Rule number four is no running away from me, even if that cute little body of yours can’t take anymore. Got it?”

You nod.

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Treasure for three days [1]

Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader

// Hostage, threatening, superstions, misogyny (I think), manhandling, implied forced royal marriage, kidnapping, implications of sexual acts, Ooc Miguel, Miguel is mean

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A/N: Not sure if Im gonna turn this into a series but we'll see

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This isn't what you meant when you wanted to be taken away from a mundane life.

"If none will provide with what I have requested. The princess will get it." He ended maliciously.

'He' being a man of height and strong structure is as of right now, holding a sharp edged sword at your throat while holding your hands behind your back.

'He' being the famous pirate, notorious for his actions and sharp with his demands.

"Let go of her! or else!-" Your father still in his sleeping clothes demanded the man who held you hostage.

"What? Make your gaurds shoot me? I have cannons standing by and men waiting, and with a simple signal, they can pillage and destroy this kingdom." He threatened as his hands grip his sword tighter, pushing it slightly closer to your throat, making you whimper.

He isn't only notorious for his actions, but his brain. He didn't get his popularity by just blowing up things to bits like any other pirate.

He plans them.

So darn good at it too.

Your brain is still wondering how'd you get into this position.

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"You keep pressing the wrong note. Once again, from the beginning."

You held back your sigh as you started to play a musical piece on the piano all over again.

You've been at this with your mentor for hours and you swear if you don't take a single break, your bones will desintegrate.

Your mentor has known you since you started etiquette training, and so on and so forth.

And as much as you knew her, she's always been nothing but strict with a permanent frown on her face, her hair tied into a tight bun, and you wonder how come she still has hair.

Once you finally pressed the right note, she nodded approvingly.

"Very good now. We'll practice this piece tomorrow again at noon. Now, if you excuse me, I'll inform your father of your progress."

Not waiting for your reply, she stood up from her chair and left you sitting by the piano.

You exhaled a breath of relief and stretched your fingers for a bit, hearing small pops here and there. You look out the large window by the wall, watching life go on the large village. You'll soon rule once your father chooses a suitable husband for you.

Speaking of your father, he entered the room, slightly surprising you with the sound of the heavy doors.

"My dear, your mentor has told me you had difficulty on today's lesson." Your father looked at you with slight disappointment in his eyes.

You sigh, you know your mentor has told me about your progress, not skipping good bits, but it just seems that your bad quality only worth focusing on.

"I know father, it's jus-"

"Then you will do well to practice even more. Remember, you're performing for tomorrow's night annual ball."

You held back a groan.

Of course, he cares about tomorrow's ball.

Nothing but an excuse to let men ask your hand for marriage and letting your father decide if their good or not. At first, you were flattered, and people would ask for your hand, but it gets tiring once you learn it is just for politics sake, nothing but lies, only wanting to feel the crown on their head.

Your father's kingdom was known to be one of the most successful of them all. Trading and economics were bountiful, and the crime rate wasn't high.

"Yes, father." You defeatedly relented while he grunts in acknowledgement and left you without another word. You just wish a humble and kind man will take you away from this mundane life.

It was finally nighttime when you got ready for bed, you got out of your bath and wore your white cotton sleep dress.

You went to one side of the bed to blow off the candle, but before you did, a sharp sword suddenly appeared behind you, The edge of it just inches away from slicing you.

"Don't move."

A deep and gruff voice commanded you, and you froze.

How did he get in? The balcony? through the door? That can't be. There's gaurds around the palace patrolling every second.

"Where is the necklace? And don't lie, or else your pretty little town gets it."

Necklace? What necklace? There's billions of different kinds of necklaces, and that's the best description he can give you?

"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about -" You winced when you felt the sword go closer to your throat.

"Not speaking, huh? Well, I can jus-"

His words were cut off when your room door busted open, revealing gaurds with their guns and your father in his sleepwear.

"So it was you who knocked out those gaurds!" Your father yelled, so that's how he got in.

The man behind you didn't waste time grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back. He took quick yet short steps to your now unlocked balcony, and he stopped by the edge.

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So now you're here, with a pirate at the edge of your balcony.

"You."

His sword left your throat, but instead, he pointed it to your father. In turn, the gaurds raise their guns higher.

"Necklace, or you won't get your little princesa back."

You looked at your father with tears brimming at the edge of your eyes, silently begging him to give what the pirate wants, but he doesn't seem to mind you.

"O' Hara." Your dad stated, starting to collect his bearings.

"That necklace is a national treasure, you can't possibly!-"

"Daily pirate life, I would say."

You paused.

That necklace?

The necklace?

You only remember bits of story of that supposed treasure, where your father had gathered a rare type of gem from a group of natives who are part of the neighbouring lands. Once gathered, the gem was then moulded and sanded to become a necklace.

"So... No necklace, then? That's alright...I'll give you three days, and if not given your kingdom, can disappear on the map."

You loudly yelp when you suddenly turn around and get carried on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He didn't waste time sheathing his sword and jumping off the balcony, which made you scream while he grips line of rope.

As O'Hara lands and runs for it, you hear gunshots and your father yelling for you.

You tried beating his back with your hands and waving your feet to at least loosen his grip, but alas, it's useless.

"Let go! Unhand me!" You shouted, but your words were going out on his ear and the other. You kept shouting for help, but you were suddenly cut off by your own yelp when you felt a large hand smack your ass.

"You pirate!" you seethed

He laughed at your reactions. "Tell me something I don't know, princesa."

His feet were moving faster than any man you've seen before, and before you know it, you arrived at the shore of the beach.

"Lift up the anchor and start sailing." He ordered as he climbed up the ship.

As he lands, with your upside down view, you see people pulling up the anchor and unfolding the sails.

"A woman on board, huh? You do know what they say about women being on a ship righ' boss?" A random crewmate noted as he took a closer look at you while your still hoisted on his shoulder.

"Quit talking and more sailing, or you're walking the plank." He threatened and the crewmate didn't waste time going back to business.

As the ship starts sailing and the sounds of gunshots and shouting were becoming more and more distant, O'Hara started walking up to a room.

As he enters, he roughly plops you down on what seems to be a bed and ties your hands and feet together.

"Stay." He simply said as he went to a desk and chair.

You scoff, as if you had a choice.

"Look, if it's the necklace you want I can just tell you where!"

He didn't say anything as he sat down and looked at various maps and papers.

"Please, I ju-"

"Shut up." His rough voice hightened in volume.

You quickly did.

"If you won't stay quiet, I can leave you naked for my men to use. So if you know what's good for you I would recommend you to zip it."

You shivered from his words.

You didn't want to anger him further, so you opted to look around the room.

More maps were scattered, and bottles of what seemed to be rum were placed neatly in shelves. Chest full of gold and jewelry were scattered everywhere. Artefacts and even bones of beasts were displayed like trophies on the wall.

"I must say, for a spoiled mocosa, you obey well." He chuckled.

You wanted to spit something back, but you're afraid that once you do, he'll keep his words.

"If your father doesn't give his precious treasure, get ready to say bye-bye to your little kingdom. So let's hope he's as obedient as you." He chuckled as he sat down, drinking from a bottle of rum.

"But if he does? You'll return me and keep the town safe away from your cannons?" You asked.

Miguel looked at you and lightly laughed.

"We'll see about that, but if he did give it, maybe I will keep your pretty little place safe and you'll be back at your papa's arms."

You don't believe him but do you have any other choice? "You....You promise?"

Miguel glanced at your shivering form, and after a deep thought, he took a quick gulp of his rum and finally spoke.

"I promise your little princess ass."

You gulp, hoping he would keep up with his words.

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Morning came by, which marks the first day of your captivity, and you really want to take a bath.

O'Hara or Miguel, which he prefers to be called. Has removed the rope around your wrists while he lets you go around the ship, even outside the captain's cabin, just as long he could keep an eye on you. He was confident enough that you won't really go anywhere.

Not that you can anyway.

With water surrounding you in every direction, you lost hope trying to escape. Maybe until they make land, but who knows.

Right now, you were at the helm of the ship looking at the distance. Miguel, on the other hand, was talking to what seemed to be his navigator.

You really hope that your father would just let go of that necklace when he had the chance. But you hope even further that Miguel will keep his words that you will return safely and the town will he out of harm's way.

"boo"

You flinched hard, hearing a deep voice right next to your ear.

And of course, it's no one other than Miguel.

"Don't think too much or else your head will explode." He chuckled while you scoffed.

You suddenly feel self aware of your state.

It's been several hours, and you're still in your sleep wear. What's worse is that your barefoot with your ankles on display.

Miguel noticed your furrowed expression and chuckled.

"Is the princess not happy with her accommodation on the Arachnid?"

The arachnid is what they call this ship. You can say it's impressive apart from the crew.

"Shower." you demanded

"A wha?-"

"I need a shower." You completed your demand.

The ship suddenly got quiet, and all chatter seemed to stop as they stared at you. The only sounds that can be heard are water crashing against the ship, the wood of floor creaking, and seagulls squaking above.

You froze from the attention, when all of a sudden, the ship was filled with laughter all around even Miguel threw his head back to laugh, and suddenly your face flushed with embarrassment . I mean, should you be embarrassed?

All you want is a shower, you feel disgusting from the dirt you have gathered for today, and a change of clothes would be nice, something or anything that would cover your ankles.

The ship's laughter died down to chuckles.

"Shower you say? The princess wants to shower." His smirk grew in size while he looked at you.

"Well... Yes, I need a shower. If not, then at least give me proper change of clothes. If you're gonna kidnap someone, at least do it right."

Your words made Miguel laughed more.

"Change of clothes, huh? Bothered your little ankles are showing?" He mocked.

"If you're bothered by that, you should see the entertainment district. Trust me, hermosa when I say they show more than their ankles." With his words, laughter grew once again on the ship, and you winced in disgust on his implications

"Speaking of the entertainment district, why don't we give it a visit while princess looks for change of clothes." With that, the crew cheered, and the navigator smirked as he directed the steering wheel to the nearest land which you assumed where the "entertainment district" is located.

You gulp.

How are you gonna survive three days with these men.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #tw bullying #pirate #alternate universe #miggy #misogny #historical #princess

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Dark! Ancient Rulers (Ramesses II amd Alexander the Great) x Reader

Ramesses II

You are a daughter of one of the senior officials in Egypt, making you be considered one of the higher ups social class citizens.

But still, you didn't mind joking around about the Pharaoh and his family.

Yet, this is what led you to this fate in the first place of getting locked up.

You see, one day you were having fun around with your friend, and she made a joke about Ramesses and him already having too many children.

"I know right, I would rather drown in the nile river then be used as a broodmare or a pleasure sleeve by the pharaoh"

Let us just say that there were spies around you, and the moment the word reaches the ears of Ramesses, is the moment you condemned yourself and your friend.

The guards would arrest you in the middle of the night, and bring you to him tied up in ropes.

"It was only a joke, your highness, I did not mean to offend you nor did my friend" you exclaim in fear.

Ramesses looks down at you with a smirk, his back leaned against his throne.

"I go fight in brutal wars, while you sit at home and sleep peacefully at night, so I have the right to get offended"

The fact that the man hasn't shown any signs of anger or displeasure is what is making you feel worried.

However, Ramesses knew that he didn't need to overreact because he is one at advantage not you.

"Tell me now, why shouldn't I execute you and your family just like I did with your little friend"

Your eyes widened in fear at the news of your friend's death, but his threat to also kill your family was enough of a warning for you to plead.

"Please, I will do anything you want, don't kill my family"

Ramesses only narrows his eyes at you, his smirk only growing larger.

"You shall become my broodmare"

Alexander the Great

You have known him since you both were children, your father was a great general, a friend of Alexander's father, Philip II.

However, you and Alexander were not friends, you felt uneasy every time you were around him.

Anyone could see how infatuated Alexander was with you, yet you found comfort in avoiding him.

You are shy in personality and only found comfort in reading.

Knowing very well that your father and Philip planned to wed you to Alexander once you reached a proper age to marry, you decided to become a priestess.

However, that didn't prevent Alexander from kidnapping you and forcing you to marry him the moment his father dies and he becomes King.

You thought you would stay at home while Alexander goes on his journey to conquer the world.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

"Alexander, please, I'm pregnant, the traveling might harm the baby"

Your husband would only smile at you, assuring you.

"Do not worry about our baby, the physicians said it is safe for you to travel"

Of course, that is a lie, as the physicians warned him that it might cause you great stress.

But, Alexander would not leave you behind, he doesn't trust anyone to keep you safe, he fears that you might leave him for another.

You do have a safe birth, and things were going well at the conquests.

However, Alexander gets deadly ill.

And orders that you get poisoned.

After all, he won't leave you in this cruel world alone without him.

#tw: toxic relationships #Yandere History #Alexander the Great x reader #Ramesses II #Ramesses II x Reader #alexander the great #reader insert

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itsmebytch001 · 9 months

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How about a yandere Morales family x reader who is friends with miles because they used ti go to school together that is very clearly neglected. Sometimes sleeping on the streets, never home, always eats a lot at their house yet still remains relatively malnourished and Jeffe finally decides after seeing some bruises on the reader to take matters into his own hands and use his position as police captain to “foster”(kidnap) the reader who is very not onboard.

Or if ur not comfortable with that then they genuinely start fostering the reader and they are not having a good time adjusting to present parents that make them eat 3 meals and be home at 9 stuff like that

You and Miles met at around 9 when your family moved to Brooklyn, he got on with you and once he started bringing you home it was instantly obvious to both Rio and Jeff that something was wrong, you were always messy and disheveled, wearing unwashed torn clothing with shoes with the soles beginning to come off You were 9 but could pass for 7 and barley knew how to use cutlery, and once they eventually met your Mom and Dad it became apparent that though they were not malicious of outwardly abusive, they were massively neglectful.

It became routine that you would come over every Friday, shower, and eat dinner, and take food home with you, Rio would hand you 3 tubber wear boxes full of all sorts of her cooking, and sometimes they would even give Miles old clothes. Jeff would always drive you back home since no 9 year old can be expected to trek it form one brough to another, and once he pulled up outside your building he would escort you back to your front door, and with the few gimpses he saw of your home, bugs crawling, a water collapsed ceiling tile, the brow carpet, not brown because it was brown, but the collected filth he knew that this place, and these people were not fit for a child to be raised.

Jeff entered his home, Miles had been put to sleep while Rio sat on the couch with a glass of wine.

Rio: "So how was it?"

Jeff sat down in a huff next to his wife.

Jeff: "That place looks like a trap house Rio, it had black mold" he rubbed his hands over his face.

Rio: "Is it possible you could just...take her?"

Jeff: "No, not yet not with out probable cause"

Rio: "Is a house with black mold and uncaring parents not enough?!"

Jeff: "No, not for awhile"

Rio: "Dios mío, well...the least we can do is keep her clean and fed huh?"

Jeff: "I guess"

Rio: "What about social services?"

Jeff: "That'll just mean to lose her to the system, we won't be able to keep an eye on her"

Rio: "Oh...I'll give Miles some extra lunches to pass on to her come Monday" She said gulping down a swig of red.

Jeff: "Good idea"

And it was because of their efforts to keep you fed that you finally grew, now you actually looked your age, and needless to say The Morales had brought you into their family not as a guest, but as a member. And for your 11th birthday since by this point you had turned up to school with solles shoes Rio brought you new trainers, while Jeff brought you a selection of new tops.

Of course you being uncustomed to such kindness you responded oddly.

Rio: "Happy birthday baby" She handed you a box, and once you opened it it revealed new shoes!

Y/n: "...are these for me?"

Jeff: "Of course there for you Y/n, it's your birthday!"

Y/n: "I'm not sure if I should take these, I'm very grateful I'm just not sure what my Mom will say"

Rio: "What do you mean?"

Of course you parents had noticed you putting on weight, coming home in new clothing and initally they were grateful to Rio and Jeff for helping out, but it felt more and more like they were taking you away, or like they were trying to replace them.

Miles had also reported you coming to school less at less by the time you were 12, your attendance got so out of hand that eventually Jeff came to do a house visit, he knocked on the door, Your Mom came to the door.

Jeff: "Hey Diana, uh I'm here to do a wellness check on your Y/n"

Diana: "Oh, Jefferson sure, I guess"

Jeff: "Can I come in?"

Diana: "Sure" And so your Mom escorted Jeff back to through your home, when you finally saw the extent of the condtions you were living in, and it was terrible. Opening the door to your room Jeff could see your mattress was on the floor with no sheet, all your clothing lived in pile since there was no wardrobe and you sat on the floor drawing in just a massive t shirt.

Diana: "See, she's well isn't she?" She sassed at him, all Jeff wanted in this moment was to snatch you up take you home and get you cleaned, and in some clothing that actually fit so you didn't look like just a head floating in fabric, but of course being a police capiatin made that legally impossible.

Y/n: "Oh, Hey Mr Morales"

Jeff: "Hey Y/n"

Y/n: "What are you doing here?"

Jeff: "just a wellness check"

Diana: "Your well aren't you Y/n?" She's not asking you, she's telling you.

Y/n: "...Yeah I'm fine"

Diana: "We good officer?"

To be honest, if he were social services he could take you but he simply did not have the authority, Jeff was hushed back into the hallway by Diana.

Jeff: "Diana, Y/n's been out of school for 2 weeks now, why hasn't she been in school?"

Diana: "She's been sick"

Jeff: "Well she looks fine"

Diana: "Then why are you here doing a wellness check?"

Jeff: "Ugh, Diana, If Y/n dosen't turn up to another day of school, I'll get CPS you under stand?"

Diana: "are you threating me?"

Jeff: "No, I'm doing my job" he said waving you goodbye as he exited the house.

Jeff and Rio sat with their son at the dinner table, Rio and Jeff had been cracking a plan to file for emergency custody of you for awhile now, but since you aren't blood they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also thought it would be good as ask Miles what he thought about the idea of taking you in full time.

Rio: "hijo, what would you think about Y/n moving in with us?"

Jeff:" Full time"

Miles: "Like, forever?"

Jeff: "Yeah..."

Miles: "Is that possible?"

Rio: "It might be"

Miles: "I'd like that"

And so with Miles on board Rio and Jeff started the paper work process to file for emergency custody, and with the helps of CPS they finally had a case, but it wasn't enough, they needed proof of abuse not just neglect, and so they waited, 2 whole years for such proof to emerge.

You had come over on anther Friday for dinner as you often did and had been doing for the past 5 years now, but something was deeply off, you were quite, timid and apprehensive to speak, but the thing that really worried Rio was all the concealer you were wearing on your left eye, honestly it was strange that Jeff didn't notice since the makeup wasn't yours, it was yours Mom's the shade wasn't quite right and drew more attention to your eye, and what was underneath it.

She didn't want to adress it in front of everyone so she waited until later in the evening to confront you about it, while you wear in the bathroom, getting ready for your shower she knocked on the door, before you took off anything of course.

Rio: "Y/n...Can we talk for a sec?"

Y/n: "Uhh yeah I guess" You opened the door to her as she closed the door behind her.

Rio: "Baby, I can see your wearing a lot of makeup, especially round your eye, and I just wanted to check if everything was okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah...I was just trying to do come conclear"

Rio: "Uh huh...well, could you take it off for me please?"

Y/n: "...no"

Rio: "And why not"

Y/n: "I...I just want to shower Mrs Morales"

Rio: "Y/n we've been over this, You call me Tita, and really why won't you take off all that makeup?"

Y/n: "Tita...please I don't want to talk about it"

Rio:" So something is wrong, huh?"

Y/n: "...I don't want to talk about it"

Rio: "I don't care, your staying at my home I want to see whatever your hiding" she said sternly, handing you a makeup wipe.

And so you compiled begging to rub off all the makeup you had spent about half a hour applying, despite anticipating what she would see it still hurt her to see you with a black eye.

Rio: "Oh...Oh Y/n My poor baby"

Y/n: "Can...Can you please not tell Jeff"

Rio understood why, but this was the proof of abuse they needed.

Rio: "Was it your Mom?"

Y/n: "Yeah...but please don't tell Jeff"

Rio: "This is an assault, you need to tell Jeff he can help you"

Y/n: "I really don't want her arrested"

Rio: "I know... but if she's hitting you it's clearly worse than we thought"

Needless to say it wasn't a pleasant experiecne having to show your bruised face to Jefferson and Miles, though he obivoulsy wasn't happy that you were attacked but this was the proof they needed to push for custody, now all they needed was to report it and make a record of the incident, but it was so obvious you were tired and due to the circumstances, Jeff firmly belived the courts wouldn't to too upest if they kept you just one night.

Jeff: "Y/n...We think its best if you stay with us for awhile"

Y/n: "Like...this weekend?"

Jeff: "Well, maybe a little while longer"

Y/n: "But my Mo-"

Jeff: "If your Mom is hitting, I can't just let you go back"

Y/n: "But what about my stuff?"

Jeff: "I can drive over tmorrow and pick you up whatever you need"

Y/n: "I can't...I can't just leave what if she-"

Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jeff: "Y/n, we will take care of it, you understand?"

Y/n: "...okay"

Rio: "I'll pull out the couch for you M'kay? I'll lend you a pair of my PJ's"

Y/n: "Okay, yeah please""

It was all so fast, you didn't realise in agreeing to stay the weekend in their minds you were agreeing to being their daughter...

To be continued...

Feel Free to give me Dad! Aaron or Morales Family suggestions!

#yandere spiderverse #yandere morales family #aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron #dad aaron davis #platonic yandere #yandere miles morales #aaron davis #yandere jeff morales #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #yandere rio morales #rio morales #rio morales x reader

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blues824 · 1 year

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I HAVE MY MOST WANTED REQUEST IN MY LIFE PLEASE—

Can i request Vampire Au with Yandere azul and his darling who doesn’t mind or dgaf at all being kidnapped WITH FLUFF MOMENTS I BEG— and perhaps if you don’t mind add his reaction of his darling asking him if they could like him..

I can imagine his charm if he’s a vampire HELP—

Gender-neutral reader, who ends up as a house-spouse. I do not condone this behavior in real life.

Azul Ashengrotto

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

The Coral Sea has such a bustling nightlife. You would think that it was Vegas underwater with how many parties and events are going on at the same time. All of the mer-people wanted a taste of it, and even many humans as well. This group of humans included you, the new student at Night Raven College.

So, as a result of your curiosity, you decided that Azul would be your best bet in helping you navigate the sea. He offered to do it free of charge, and you accepted on the condition that he bring you to his house so that you can have somewhere to rest for the day. You would need energy to go exploring later, after all. You were happy to see him excited about taking you around his hometown as well.

He presented you with a potion that would turn you into a mer-person, and he promised that he had a potion that would turn you back. You know that you were doing this without a contract, so you felt as though you could trust him. After all, he didn’t violate his promise of no more shady contracts or tricking people out of their talents or unique magic.

When the two of you descended into the ocean, he was glad that you didn’t see his mer-form as disgusting. In fact, you giggled when his tentacles started wrapping themselves around you and pulling you to him. You just thought it was because you accepted him, but what you didn’t know was that his possessive tendencies were taking over his usually rational mind.

You see, the heaviness of the situation really settled in for Azul. You were about to go into a big city where he could easily lose sight of his beloved darling. There were a few vampires mixed in along with him, and he didn’t want anyone smelling your sweet blood and trying to take you from him. So he made you agree to keep close and he held your hand in his to make sure that you didn’t slip away.

Unfortunately, his home was a bit far from NRC. So that meant that the two of you had quite a bit of swimming to do before you could explore. His mother was excited to see her son and who she at first assumed to be his significant other. You were definitely flustered, but you explained that the two of you were just friends. Even though Azul seemed to be smiling at his mother’s mistake, his heart broke a little at how you viewed your relationship.

Darling, didn’t you know how much he loved you? Were the free meals at the Mostro Lounge not enough for you? How about the fact that he refrained from making contracts and cheating people out of their abilities? Were the multiple bouquets of flowers left at your door leaving a message of nothing more than platonic feelings?

Well you shouldn’t be surprised when you find yourself locked in your room the next day with him accompanying you. After all, he promised to stick by you on your trip… which turned into a rather permanent living situation based on how he tied your arms and tail down to the bed that you were sleeping in.

“My love, you are smelling so sweet. I can hear your blood rushing through your veins. I haven’t feasted in so long~”, the cecaelia said as he started getting into bed with you. His tentacles started wrapping themselves around your torso once again as he clung to your side before getting on top of you, leaning down, and placing a kiss on the side of your neck.

“I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to-”

“If you’re asking to drink my blood, I don’t mind.” Your boldness definitely threw him in for a loop as you presented your neck in a way that gave him better access to the blood that hid within your body. He sat still for a second, processing your statement before going in and puncturing your beautiful skin with the fangs that he has hidden from you up to this point.

Your blood tasted as sweet as it smelled, he thought. He almost couldn’t stop because it was just so delicious. All his life, he had been warned about tasting human blood, and how addicting it could be, but he didn’t know the true potency of it until now. After a few seconds, he drew back to make sure that you were alright. However, some blood was still leaking, so he quickly licked it up.

With your head feeling light but your heart somehow still pounding against your chest, you leaned up as best you could to give him a kiss on the lips. The act made his face fluster, but he definitely reciprocated. It wasn’t everyday that his beloved darling returned his feelings and affections. Maybe all those things he did for you back at NRC weren’t in vain.

Skip to the present, which is years later after the two of you graduated. It was surprising how he allowed you to continue going to Night Raven College even though you were surrounded by many other men. Of course, he has made a few insignificant students go missing under mysterious circumstances, and he sent the tweels to deal with Ace and Deuce whenever they were causing too much trouble.

Speaking of, Jade and Floyd were his groomsmen at your wedding. Azul was aware of his immortal lifespan, but he believes that fate finally did something good for him and that he had to make sure that you were never taken away from him. Thus, the wedding rings on your finger. By the way, these are nice looking rings.

Even if you were married for a while now, he never fails to make you fall deeper in love. Every day, whenever he goes to work, he comes back home with a flower that he had purchased for you. There are many gifts that go to you because you rarely ever go outside of the house that the two of you now live in under the sea.

Yeah, you were a house spouse. When you brought up the prospect of if you should work as well, it instilled paranoia within your new husband. He hated the idea of you going to a place filled with other mer-people where he had no chance to protect you. Some mer-people were vampires, and he knew that they could smell how sweet your blood was. To soothe his worries, he needed to make sure that you were his and his alone.

But, that doesn’t mean you never went out. Azul loved taking you out to fancy dinners, seeing you dressed up. Of course, he never eats anything aside from when he gets home and gets to feast on your blood every once in a while. He knows the limit, and he definitely does not go overboard. However, your blood is still as sweet as the first time he tasted it.

There were many moments that the two of you shared, but one that was most memorable was when you were both dancing in the living room of your shared home. It was a sweet jazz song, and you convinced your husband to dance with you. It really was just the two of you swaying back and forth since he’s not too good at dancing, but it didn’t matter. In this moment, you would never think that the cecaelia who had his hand on your waist was a vampire, or a very possessive and protective one at that.

#twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst azul x reader #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul #azul ashengrotto #twst azul ashengrotto

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inactive02 · 1 year

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valeria x F!reader (141 member)

Tittle: "everything feels better when you have company"

a/n: this is a request from someone, including a flirtatious valeria but i put a little wholesome spin to it

As much as you love being a part of the great family 141, it can be a lot of stress and work, but you didn’t have a problem with that. This one sparky character, Valeria, plagued your mind like a virus. The first time you met her when you were actually looking for el sin Nombre, after being tied down in that chair in the same room with her, turns out she’s the target you’ve been searching for.

Even when you interrogated her, she was looking at you with a big grin, teasing you the whole time in front of your 141 members. While you put your keys into the front door of your home, the memory feels like it was yesterday, all that happened a month ago.

The silence in your home wasn’t uncommon as you stepped in, walking inside to sit your stuff down in the living room, “sora” you called, waiting for the cat to come in, there wasn’t even the slightest noise from her.

Deciding that maybe she went off to sleep, you head into your kitchen and flip the light, walking towards your refrigerator. Opening up the fridge, barely food but only a bottle of water, taking it and drinking it with big gulps. “You know, cariño. This cat is very cute” you choked on the water that you were drinking, and turned to the source of that voice. It’s Valeria, she was in your home?! How did she know where you live? How did she even get in?

“How did you find out where I live?” You exclaimed, looking more scared than surprised.

She held your beautiful brown cat, gently petting it “well, I am a cartel leader, no one hides from me” she remarks still giving the kitten a few scratches, you take this chance to take in her appearance more. Wearing a black tank top, exposing her tattoos that you caught yourself looking at the first time you two met, and the outfit she’s wearing is the same exact one she was wearing when she had you strapped down to a chair.

Taking a few steps into the kitchen, you noticed she wasn’t armed at all, only having her knife on her, “like what you see?” Just from her tone, you can tell she was grinning like a high school girl.

“You still haven’t answered my first question”

“Can’t a girl visit a pretty lady once in a while, it’s not like I came to kill you or something” she remarks before letting the kitten run away, turning her full attention to you “you should really put more safety measures for your home if you are going to be a part of the 141” leaning on the counter in front of you, watching you closely, what was she planning?

Closing your fridge with a noticeable slam, you stare daggers at her, “you came here for information about them, or are you here to do some kidnapping”.

“Why would I need to kidnap you when you’ll go with me willing” she leans back onto the counter more slightly, biting her lips “the fridge was empty, you should order something for us” the sound of her knife grazing the inside of its holster as she takes it out, pointing at you.

☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉☠◉

You could imagine the look on soap’s face if you told him that, el sin nombre was sitting on your living room couch eating Chinese food with you like you two were long-time friends. Her eyes were focused on the tv while her legs were kicked up on the coffee table, it wasn’t like she was forcing you or holding you captive. Maybe, maybe, it’s something else.

“Does it taste good?” She asked you, putting down her food as her arm drapes across the couch. You couldn’t take your eyes off those beautiful dark brown eyes, and the dark black hair that was illuminated by the TV light.

Snapping out of your daze, licking your lips, “it tastes fine” eating a bit more of the tasty food.

“Food always tastes better when you're eating with someone” so that’s the answer to why she’s in your house, she knew everyone else would’ve put her behind bars but you, you didn’t, only welcoming her in, not the slightest of judgment.

“I wonder if you enjoy being a cartel leader”

She clicks her tongue before saying, “It’s not so pleasant when you have to watch your back every second”.

“What about now, you're in a 141 home, I could’ve easily called any of my comrades to come to get you” you felt comfortable enough to lean back onto the couch, slightly feeling more comfortable than before. You can hear a slight hum beside you as a response.

“Well, it seems like you haven’t, maybe you do enjoy my company, mi princesa” her soft fingers took your chin in between digits, bringing your lips towards hers and indulging in your soft lips. The feeling was so nice, warm, and gentle to you, as you kissed her a smile crept onto her lips, seeing you lean forward for another.

The slight caressing of a thumb on your cheek made you look up at her brown, shimmering eyes. “Everything feels better when you have someone here, right amor”

#valeria cod #valeria el sin nombre garza #valeria mw2 #cod x reader #mw2 #call of duty x reader #girl love #female reader #shes so cool #cartel mommy

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 7 months

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Hey!! could i request a Morgan x fem, daughter reader(12) where she gets held in a hostage situation but they find her. They fly home on the jet all togther but while they debrief the case she was asleep and has a nightmare; the nightmare leads to an accident but there is lots of fluff and comfortt!!

Derek Morgan X Fem Daughter Reader

Request: Hey!! could i request a Morgan x fem, daughter reader(12) where she gets held in a hostage situation but they find her. They fly home on the jet all togther but while they debrief the case she was asleep and has a nightmare; the nightmare leads to an accident but there is lots of fluff and comfortt!!

Third person pov...

Y/N could feel the ropes turning her skin red, she doesn't know how long its been but definitely a couple of hours, from the tiny window she could see the sun going down.

The back of her head hurt bad, she must've of been hit by something hard, her arms and legs aches from being tied tightly in the same position.

She couldn't believe she got into this position. She was visiting her Dads family in Chicago for a couple days when she got kidnapped by a serial killer.

She was taken by the Unsub while she was walking around seeing where her Dad lived as a child, she didn't know what happened one minute she was walking then it was black.

When she woke up the 12 year old was tired uncomfortably tight to a chair in a dark room with know lights, suddenly the doors opens and down comes a man.

He was white and looked around 30, he had a creepy grin on his face as he watched the little girl quirm on the chair. "What do you want with me" she asks the creep hoping to keep him busy.

The creep only smiled and held up a knife, it was a large kitchen knife. Y/Ns eyes widened in horror. "No stay away! You hurt me and my dad will kill you okay he's an FBI Agent you hurt me and he won't be happy" Exclaimed Y/N, distracting hom wasn't working.

The man hesitated before bringing the knife down and cutting her exposed skin, Y/N cried in pain as he cut her arms and thighs a creepy smile in his face as he saw the blood.

As Y/N cried he cut deeper making her scream out, suddenly the door was smashed open and the Unsub was tackled to the ground by a dark blurred figure.

As the 12 year old Continued to cry she was untied by JJ who's heart hurt at the sight if Derek's daughter being hurt, Y/N falls from the chair and into the blonde woman's arms.

She limbs were to weak to move, she held the familiar persons arms tightly, JJ only shhhed and comforted the girl as Derek handcuffed the guy and got in a few punches before Rossi managed the pull the pissed off man away.

JJ pulled Y/N up so she was standing. "Derek"she hissed to the still pissed off man, this made his snap out of his kill mode and into Dad mode.

"Y/N!" He ran over to hiss till crying daughter and picked her up being mindful of her cuts, he held her tightly in his arms as she cried harder knowing she was safe.

Derek ran his hands through her hair, once she was patched up the team took her to the jet, after everything that happened she needed to be with ber Dad.

Y/N slept on the couch on the jet while the others sat around the table and in the other seats in the jet, as they debriefed Derek kept sneaking glances at his still sleeping daughter.

Y/N twists in her sleep a pain filled expression on her face.

In her dream she was back in the basement, but instead of thr creepy man it was her Dad who was hurting her.

With a scream she woke up, she fell off the couch in her haste tk stand up, Derek was on his feet at once racing over to Y/N.

another thing she hadn't noticed was the wet patch on her clothes, Her nightmare had scared her enough to make the girl pee herself.

Derek didn't cared and focused on comforting his daughter from her nightmare, the man had gathered the almost teenager into his arms and on his lap.

He wrapped his arms arounder her providing pressure and rocked back and forth, the team watch as the Man manages to calm down the girl, her scream had made them all jump on edge.

Derek whispers words of comfort and gently she's Y/N, 15 minutes the girl is calmed and Derek let go but held her on his lap as she let's go of his tear sodden shirt.

She then realised the wet patch on her trousers, blushing bright red she started to cry again making her Dad worried. "Shh Shh hey Baby what going on huh?" He whispers to her as she dug her head into his shoulder.

She then mumbles something that Derek couldn't hear. "What was that Baby?" He whispers moving his ear closer so he wouls hear what she was whispering.

"I'm sorry Daddy" she whispers still crying. Derek was confused "why arw you sorry honey?" He asks earning a sniffle.

Y/N breathes before answering "because I peed myself I didn't mean to Daddy honest" Derek understands her embarrassment.

He hugs her tightly and kisses her forehead. "That's alright sweetheart it wasn't your fault, it was the nightmare, how about you let JJ help you get changed out of those wet clothes yeah?" He asks earning a nod as an answer.

Smiling hrs stands up and sets Y/N down next to him the little girl holds his t-shirt tightly as her Dad calls JJ over.

"Hey JJ can you help Y/N change please?" He whispers to her, JJ smiles at the two. "Of course I can, follow me Y/N" she says as takes Y/N tk get changed into dry clothes.

When the two returned Y/N curled up on her Dads lap and didn't move thr entire flight home not wanting him to leave, Derek didn't mind he was just happy to have his Daughter back safe and sound.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot so sorry for thr wait ! So sorry if this was rushed I have class tomorrow and I'm writing this at 1.30am.

Request are open!

Word count: 1054

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da1e3e · 22 days

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☆ 𝑼𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ☆ · [2]

⋆ [Welcome Back lovlies, this is part 2 of Unexpected nights! I hope you enjoy, and please read the disclaimer!!]

⋆ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Link to Part 1!

⋆ ⚠️ Kidnapping, mentions of harrassment!! ⚠️

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⋆Previuously…

“Either you give…or i’ll take it from you.” as his terrifying breath fanned my face, a tear couldn’t help but roll down my cheek. My night just couldn’t get any worse.

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⋆ I looked away from his hungry gaze, hoping someone on this earth would save me. He knew I was afraid, and as I looked back up at him, he seemed to be enjoying it. He had a grin, like a wolf getting ready to eat it’s prey. As he leaned in closer, sliding his hand under my dress… In a panic I shut my eyes tightly hoping it would all be over soon. Just when I braced myself, I feel the love seat sink beside me. I open my eyes to see him sitting beside me, crossing one of his legs over the other, drinking wine. “It’s not fun if I feel like my prey is being forced.” He spoke, sounding irritated. “You can leave.” He followed, with a hand gesture. He didn’t have to tell me twice- I jumped out the love seat, sprinting straight to the doors. This night was just too much for me, and I needed to go home as soon as possible. Once I was outside,I called a Uber, then called my best friend to make sure she was okay, as well as telling her that I wasn’t feeling well and went home early. I felt humilated, and just wanted to do nothing but rest. After I made it home, I took a nice shower to ease myself, and get rid of the stressful day. Once I got out,I plopped on my bed… just thinking. The Lord really saved me this time. With my mind going blank, I fall asleep. Hoping tomorrow would be better.

After sleeping for what felt like 2 days, I sit up- rubbing my head from my hangover. I felt a bit feverish, so i chose not to go into work today and just emailed my manager. As per usual, I did my morning routine, afterwards making me some soup for my pounding head. It wasn’t long before I heard my doorbell ring. I look through my peep hole, seeing two large men, both as to which looked oddly familiar. I raised a brow, remembering that I’ve definetly seen them before…then it came to me. It was the guards from last night. When I tell you my heart dropped, making me back away slowly. [How the fuck did they find me!] and an even better question, what are they here for?! As I tried to tip toe to my balcony, they started jiggling the door nob. After like 2 minutes of them messing with the doornob- My eyes widen, as I quickly put together what they were doing. I run to my balcony, hiding behind my lounge chair. As soon as I duck, I hear what sounded like my doornob falling off the door and hitting my hard wood floors, followed by heavy foosteps. After a couple minutes, the footsteps get quiet, making me worried. There was no way they left that fast. I didn’t wanna sit here forever, so I decided to confirm they were gone. With fear fullfilling my body, I get up- tip toe-ing back into the apartment. I didn’t see anybody until a larger hand grabbed my neck, covering my mouth and nose with a white cloth. I kicked and punched at the guards, hitting one in the eye and neck. However, it wasn’t enough to give me freedom from their heavy hand. I could feel my self getting dizzier and dizzier… until eventually I fell unconcious.

Hearing muffled talking, I woke up- being carried by one of guards. My hands and feet were zip tied, so there was nothing I could do. I felt unbelievably nauseous and weak, so I didn’t dare to move anyways. Since I couldn’t fight back, I just decided to take in the setting, confirming where I was. I figured out that I was in a luxurious building, one that you would see in the movies. However, My main question though was, why am I here…

After walking for what felt like 3 miles, The guards finally take an elavator up to the second to last floor. They entered this private part of the building, knocking on the door. Entering the office after hearing the comand that told them to come in, I hear a low quiet noise, a noise that almost sounded like something was squishing?… “We got her Sir.” one of the guards announced. “Good…right there..” the comanding voice spoke, sounding a bit… sexual?. “Shit….” the voice moaned. My eyes widened, as horrible predictions came about in my head. “Put her down… and leave…” He growled, making the guards obey right away. They then put me down in a chair in front of his desk gently, leaving me to stare at the ground as I was too afraid to look up. I heard the noises get louder… and sure enough something was definitely happening under this desk. “Fuck..!” He banged on the desk with his fist, making me jump. I felt terribly embarrased to have to sit here.. and witness this very scene.“ha…Fuck… you did so good baby..” he cooed, catching his breathe. I finally looked up, seeing the one person I least expected to see. It was the man from last night! My heart quickly sank, as I froze in place. I watched, my expression horrified, as a woman arose from under the desk, wiping her mouth and letting her hair back down. We made eye contact as she walked past me straight for the doors, making chills come to my spine. “She’s one of my best workers you know…” He spoke, interupting my stare. I look back at him, seeing the most authentic smile ever on his face. “What do you want from me?” I asked, genuinely confused, with tears almost coming to my eyes from the confusion and frustration. “What do I want.. you ask?” He replied, getting up from his desk. He swung around, leaning down to put both hands on my chair, making his face mere inches from mine. Looking me straight in the eyes, he grinned, “What I want… is what you owe me.” His eyes roamed all over my body, then eyeing my breast through the thin tank top I wore to sleep. “Money??? Is that what you want???- cause if so I can give you the rest of my savings! Listen I don’t even need it.. I can save up again-” I explained desperately. He then cut me off, “I don’t need your money.” He spoke, followed by a chuckle. I was so confused, I mean I was clearly being bullied like this because I owe money right??? But before I could finish my thought, his large, strong hand slides down the chair… and eventually sliding up my thigh. “Your so innocent…It’s so interesting. But what I really want…” I felt my heart pounding in my throat as his hand got closer to the inside of my thigh, getting close enough to my nature. [Is this how I die?] I thought, being unable to move anything, as I was frozen with fear. I was for sure done, there was no way I was getting out of this. He then leaned in, his head going straight for the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes, ready to be devoured— when he pulled himself away sighing. He then proceed back behind his desk, sitting down in his chair. “Your going to sign a contract with me. Your going to stay with me and I give you luxurious living, in return for your freedom from me. I did save your life… and I feel I deserve compensation for it. And to be fair, your presence is compensation enough.” He sneered, pushing a paper towards me. “Why should I?? I mean you saved me from getting harrassed— but to go through with all this?? like—” I scoffed, thinking this man was out of his mind. All he did was kick him out the room… but at the same time, harrassment or even worser things is not something any woman wants to recover from…

After thinking long and hard about it— I finally came to a conclusion. He offered me something that I quite needed right now, a break from my job- and to just relax. So I agreed to sign it. “I’ll sign your contract.” I said with a serious tone, seeing a bright smirk grow on his face. “Under one condition.” I finished, watching his smirk disappear. I knew if I didn’t sign it, He was probably just gonna mess me for the rest of my life…“ You will not do anything to me without permission.” I demanded. I didn’t wanna make it seemed like he would touch me or anything… but I never know. He went quiet for a second, thinking. He then revealed a smirk once more, saying “As you wish.” he replied with an espression malicious enough to give me overbearing chills. After reading the terms and conditions, I signed it and gave it back to him. I don’t know what I got myself into… but all I knew was, if I play his game for just 30 days… maybe.. just maybe he’ll let me go and leave me alone.

“I hope your ready, cause this is about to be a long 30 days for you…”

⋆ To Be Continued…

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yourwinchesterbros · 1 year

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SUPERNATURAL MAYHEM Part one

The beginning of my favorite crossover is here! I’ve chosen to break this up into two parts as it added up to being over 10k words. Second part will be posted in a few days ✨ If you enjoyed this, please let me know! A like, reblog or comment means so much!

Word Count: 6.5k

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader x Dean Winchester x Soulless Sam

Summary: A long unforgettable night leaves reader with a new view of the world, but will she choose to explore it?

Authors Note: This is a crossover I've been searching for and one night decided to write! If you like both SPN and SOA, then you might enjoy this! HUGE THANK YOU TOO @alohomorasomnium for editing my flaws, you're simply the best!

Warnings: Fairly tame, cursing, use of weapons, use of antidote, kidnapping, kissing, angst, some Dom behavior.

Darkness. It’s all you see around you, like an empty void ready to consume you. Your head is spinning, trying to make sense of your absence of sight. Your ears ring due to the deafening silence of your surroundings.

Where am I? Is the first thought that breaks through the fog, echoing in your mind.

Pain suddenly radiates through-out your body. You realize your shoulders, your collarbone, and your wrists all feel as if they’ve been battered black and blue. You try to shift around but somehow; your wrists are bound behind you. Your confusion grows, your mind fighting through the haze. You blink, feeling fabric brush against your long eyelashes. You try to think back to where you were before this, but even thinking is painful. You instinctively start to rub your temple against the bone of your shoulder in an attempt to push the rough, ratty material that you realize is blinding you. After a few attempts, an old twisted up cloth falls into your lap.

You’re welcomed to the sight of more darkness. It appears you’re in a room, from what you can make out. Your eyes sting when exposed to all the dust that’s hanging in the air. You stifle a cough, irritated that you’ve been breathing heavily, inhaling basically asbestos at this point.

What the fuck?

You blink hard, all your senses coming alive with your eyesight regaining. Pain. Every part of your body aches, your hands are tied to a wooden foundation pillar behind you with what feels like old rope. Its split ends tear into your skin like sandpaper. You try moving your wrists around, to see if the rope will give way so you can free yourself, but it's no use. The bindings, if anything, tighten that much more from your movements. Giving you less and less room to work with. Whoever did this to you, had no intention of letting you go. You shudder at the thought of whoever this mysterious person may be, holding you captive. What they may want…

You refocus your attention, desperately trying to remember anything from before but you can’t seem to recall what happened. Was I at home? Work?

No, there’s no way you’d been snatched from the clubhouse while tending the bar. You must’ve been at home, sleeping?

You lean forward, trying to use your body weight and the corner of the pillar to separate the rope, but it doesn’t work. As you contemplate your next course of action, a horrifying thought plaques your mind.

How long have I been here? How long do I have to get out of here before they come back?

With that now in the forefront of your mind, you gain a new sense of urgency. Frantically, you try rubbing the homemade cuffs against the wood. You ignore the fact that the air is still clouded as your breathing deepens in an effort to free yourself. But once again, you fail. You growl in frustration, throwing your hands back against the wood, ignoring the dull aches seeping from the bruises on your battered wrists. As panic and adrenaline continue to take over, you scan your eyes over your surroundings once more, analyzing the area to see if anything can help you.

With one little window above the wooden stationary table across the room from you, there really isn’t much of a light source. Just a delicate stream of moonlight, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air, stirred up from your panicked escape attempts. You think again, where the fuck was I? But you come up with nothing.

“God damn it Jax” You whisper to yourself. You knew this was coming, it came for all the women who dared to join the Prince of Charming in his tirades of violence. It was well known history that whoever stood next to Jax, had a death wish. Yes, believe or not, dating the President of a biker gang isn’t as glorious as it seems. Being an old lady makes you an instant target for the enemies of the sons, of which there are many.

Who found you this time?

That’s right, this time. You’ve been kidnapped before. The Mayans followed you home one night. Before you even had the chance to turn the ignition off in your car, you were ripped out of the seat and taken for negotiation. Then there was the IRA. You were held hostage; your life was on the line once again. Literally on the phone line, with Jax on the other end telling Gaelan he would continue distributing for him in exchange for your survival. And now this. You know your luck is bound to run out. Your breathing quickens as you start to accept the reality of the situation. There’s no getting out this time. Is the club even aware that you’ve been taken? The question you keep coming back to is how long have you been tied up in this dingy basement? The fact that you don’t know the answer to that and probably never will, causes a pit of dread to form in your stomach.

“Fuck” you mutter under your breath as you roughly shut your eyes.

This song and dance is starting to get old. To what end is enough, finally enough? Each time your safety is questioned, you tell yourself that it’s too dangerous to go back, that you can’t handle the life; always watching your 6 as well as your 7-8-9.

Yet each time you’re rescued, you’re consumed by the ways of the club, and always end up back to square one. The simple fact is you desire the life. The atmosphere, the people, the machines, the thrill... you feel you belong. That your role is meant to be at Teller-Morrow assisting those men in kutte, offering sanctuary and support for the women in tight dresses, to stand beside the old ladies and keep them on their toes. As for the president that sits at the head of the table; for him you’re the reason he stays resilient and clear-minded. Each time you get a chance to see how short-lived life is for those around the sons, you tell yourself you’re on borrowed time. That you need to walk away, that you will leave the life, but you know you speak the language of lies.

“Quit your bitching” you mumble to yourself, thudding your head lightly against the wood. They’ll find you. They have too. The notorious band of killer bikers always do. You know how much you mean to Jax, and you know they’re probably already on the hunt looking for you. Jax calling all charters for assistance and letting the reaper inside him take the wheel.

The reaper. That side of Jax, he can smell you. Feel your pull when he needs you. Everyone says that he’s the prince but really, he’s the god damn devil himself. He’s feared among warriors, he puts demons to shame. And your soul will always belong to him, no trade necessary.

“I see you’re awake.”

The sudden intrusion of your captors' grating whisper tears you from your thoughts as your whole body goes rigid. Your breathing falters at the realization that you’re no longer alone, your heartbeat getting louder and louder in the growing silence. You can feel the echoing of each beat in your ears. You wish you could turn it off and hide in the dark, in silence.

“Shh... “The sound slithers from the shell of your right ear across the nape of your neck causing your hair to stand on end as it settles in your left ear. You can’t move, your body is frozen in shock, locked in a state of fear. You can’t even bear to look, to reveal the mystery.

“It’ll be quick...” the voice drawls out, an underlying tone of excitement riding with it, riddling your skin with goosebumps.

Just then, you’re startled by a muffled vibration from directly underneath your rear. Holy shit. You’ve had your shitty iPhone 4, in your back pocket this entire time. Regardless, you wouldn't have been able to snake it out from beneath you but the fact that it’s ringing on silent mode, gives you just enough confidence to believe you might get saved. You know it’s Jax trying to get a hold of you.

“Doesn’t matter” you manage to spill out. The two words are all you could say as you clutch onto your mask of composure.

“You won’t receive the same fate.” You whisper, staring ahead. Your eyes glues to an old piece of tape stuck on the wall in front of you as an anchor. You could feel it’s presence right beside you. Feel eyes burning into your flesh.

“Look at me” the low voice says with a sharp hiss.

You clench your jaw. You know you have to face your captor. It’s your best chance for an opportunity to escape or buy yourself more time.

“You see” you start your attempt to distract.

“When you’re in his grip, there will be no such thing as a quick death” you spit the words as you turn, to stare down your opponent.

Your eyes grow wide, the second they make contact with hers. A shriek clambers out of your throat before you can even think to stop it, you try to rationalize what you’re seeing in front of you

“W-what are you!?” You scream at her, as you push yourself back as close as you can against the wooden pillar.

You can’t believe your eyes, as they focus on the woman – no - thing, crouched in front of you.

A smile slowly works its way onto her face. “I always forget how ignorant you humans are…so unaware of what’s lurking in the dark all around you”

She creeps closer, stepping over your legs as she does so.

It wasn’t the fact that her face, lips, arms, her entire body was covered in tattooed lines or that her expression seemed void of any emotion, but it was her eyes. They glowed deep blue. Her silhouette black against the navy hue emanating from her eye sockets. It was unnatural.

“You’re a monster” You utter the words in disbelief, your eyes wide at the creature staring back at you.

She advances again, giving you a better look at her disguised form. It looks starved, deprived of meals.

“A Djinn” her voice echoes as she closes the space between you two. Your mind fills with confusion at her words. You feel her cold touch, gripping your chin. Before closing your eyes due to the blue light blinding you, your eyes focus on her tattoos and how they move… all travelling towards her hand, to her grasp on your face.

Another wave comes rushing through you, but this time it’s peaceful. Not a nauseating sensation but a sense of euphoria. Your eyes roll back, as her toxins continue to seep into your pores. Your mind is abruptly cleared as a moment of clarity hits you. You find yourself in a different world, such as a dream. Your body completely relaxes without instruction. Everything feels… calm. Calm enough to let yourself fall further into the hallucination.

“Grab the girl, I got this!” You hear a deep shout somewhere in the distance, or maybe it’s right in front of you. The now familiar haze in your mind makes it impossible to decipher. Maybe there is no voice at all.

“Dean!” Another voice echoes nearby.

You feel yourself losing consciousness as your hands are suddenly free from their restraints. Your vision starts spinning once again as you feel yourself being lifted from the ground. The motion of being airborne is enough to make you blackout due to being so vertiginous. The last thing you can remember is your arm wrapped around someone’s neck, as this person carries you in theirs. Your fingertips brush against slick, long hair.

“Jax?” you weakly whisper before slipping into the darkness once more.

“Found it! Jax, I found her!” Juice shouts as he runs through the clubhouse, holding his laptop above his decaled head. Jax, who was just inches from walking out the front door snaps around, his face riddled with worry and downright anger.

“Where!?” The president barks back, his glare piercing juice’s very soul. He wastes no time as he turns, continuing to the railing outside, which is accompanied by several Harleys. Following Jax were his comrades from the SOA crew.

“Her cell just came back into service; the ping shows she’s 40 miles out headed towards Oakland. She’s on the highway right now” Juice said, placing the laptop on the outside bench and reaching for his helmet sitting on his bike.

“Aye, Niners Jackie boy” Chibs speaks as he buckles his own helmet on. Jax looks into his brothers’ eyes with flared nostrils, seething.

“If they fucking touch her- “

“Go get our girl and bring her back!” Bobby interrupts from the club door, hollering at the cavalry of big men in leather kuttes straddling their roaring machines.

“I got this; you guys go!” He motions to the men to head out. The clubhouse is accompanying more and more bodies as Jax had ordered a lock down since the discovery of your disappearance. He has learned his lesson from previous threats, it’s the quickest way to make sure all the women, children and other men of mayhem are accounted for.

Bobby chose to stay back and monitor in case the wrong people came knocking. He was doubtful that this was a distraction tactic but the one thing he did know, is that anything can happen. As he watched the bikers ride out, he was thankful for wearing his black shades, as he would have trouble believing his own concealed expression. There was a chance you weren’t making it back this time, and everyone knew.

One by one, they follow their leader, silently preparing themselves for the worst. Jax however, was preparing for war while struggling with the ongoing battle in his head.

Jax hates, truly hates himself for being selfish. It’s exactly what this is. He hates that each time your life has been in danger, he has to face the picture of standing over top your headstone.

Since you came back to Charming, Jax vowed to serve you, protect you, love you. He knew he was destined to be yours when you told him the life didn’t scare you, just the fear of losing him. You agreed to be his old lady, despite all the risks and stand by his side during all the chaos.

Even though Jax would never leave the club, he wishes he could. Every day he thought about how you deserved more. Just like him, you suffered sleepless nights, restless days, endless dry throat from all the cigarettes you smoked to ease the stress away. He thought about the way you startle each time your cell rings, adrenaline consuming you as you brace yourself to receive bad or very bad news. This life, it too affects you. He’s selfish because he holds your freedom in his hand. A better existence. Fuck, you’d do anything for this man no matter how deep it hurts. Yet, he’ll never set you free. You are the only light in his days of darkness, his one true love. This life isn’t easy, but no matter what, you always look evil right in the eye and challenge it. You’re a fighter, and you fight hard. It’s another reason why he loves you so effortlessly. You’d listen if he told you to walk away, to leave Charming and he knows it, but he also knows he’d find you dead before ever granting you that peace.

He tries his damndest to keep his eyes dry, to override the blue with pure red hate, but regardless of his efforts, the tears fall, disappearing into the wind. He wreaks on the throttle harder, hoping the rumble would drown out his sorrow.

“Dean, It’s the only antidote we have, that blue eye freak got away. There’s a chance we’ll need this once we find her again and kill her for good.” The agitated voice spoke right beside you.

“Sammy, I’m not saying this again, give her the fucking antidote.” Someone responded from further away. It was hard to tell over the rumble of.. a car?

“Such a waste, we don’t even know her!” You felt a grip tighten around your arm.

“Give it to her, now!”

“Fuck!” You shriek as your arm is stabbed with a needle birthed from a large syringe. The sharp infliction snapped you out of whatever previous fog you were residing in or maybe it was the effect of the content that was administered into you.

“That fucking hurt!” You shout, ripping your arm out of the stranger’s grasp and holding onto the spot that feels like its bruising already.

“Yeah, well it was that or deteriorate due to your blood getting sucked out, disintegrating your brain” He responds, seemingly sarcastic whilst putting the needle away into a bag.

“Jesus Christ” The voice comes from the driver seat. You look over at the rearview mirror in the darkness, suddenly catching a glimpse of deep green eyes accented by freckles as he drives underneath a spotlight. His face disappears as the dark of the night envelopes the inside of the car once more.

You look up at the man who had been manhandling you in the backseat to find him staring back at you.

“I think it worked” Sam says, looking passively towards the driver. You rub your eyes, as if when you open them again, you’d be back home.

“Good, we’ll keep her at the motel. Try and stray the Djinn off her scent.”

“Why? it would make more sense to use her as bait, draw the djinn back in and finish it off.”

“She doesn’t need to be a part of it Sam.”

“She became a part of it when she almost died, Dean.”

As you listen to these men banter your conscience becomes clearer. You have no idea where they were taking you, what had happened to the creature that was apparently about to feed on you, and what the SONS may be doing to find you. With rising confusion, you snapped.

“Who the hell are you guys!?” You blurt out, interrupting their fight. “And what the fuck was that thing back there!?” You point your thumb towards the rear window.

“Because I swear when she touched me, it felt like… I was drifting away...” You shift yourself upwards in the leather seat, well more like a bench, in this vehicle that these men threw you into.

You watch the man who sat in front of you, his broad shoulders rising as he clears his throat.

“What you saw… is what you think you saw” Dean says slowly from up front, locking his eyes with yours from the mirror again. “She’s a monster… and she was trying to kill you”.

“We really giving her the talk right now Dean?” Sam says with his eyebrows raised. You side-eye him, shocked by how comfortable this guy is. You wonder if this is something they’ve done before. “The less people know the better” He continues.

“Might as well, she saw too much and clearly she remembers, don’t you?” Dean asks you.

You rub your forehead with your fingers. This is all too much. This isn’t really happening, is it? You’ve spent the last year running away from thugs, for what? To run straight into the arms of monsters?

You scoff to yourself, then inhale deeply through your nostrils, eyes shut trying to center and organize your thoughts. You’re capable of handling a lot of bullshit, but this is next level. You make a silent agreement to figure out the truth first.

You open your tired eyes, “Alright, one thing at a time.” You mutter just loud enough for them to hear.

“So, you’re Sam?” You point your finger at the long haired, flannel wearing giant who barely fits inside the car. He nodded; his eyes intense as he continued to analyze you. Maybe to see if the antidote was still working.

“Sam Winchester” He speaks up.

“Winchester… okay.” You whisper.

You glance back to the rear mirror, searching for those earthy forest green eyes.

“Dean, is it?” You question him in the dark as he continues driving down the wet highway.

“That’s right sweetheart” You could hear the smirk on his lip, and you barely know the guy… Kidnapper, savior, whatever he is.

you correct him by giving your name. “That’s a pretty name” Dean replies before his brother interjects with a huff.

“We’re brothers, we work this gig together” Sam says.

You pause with your brows raised. “Gig … as in … killing monsters?” you speak slowly, feeling silly even saying the words.

“We hunt monsters, then kill them. It’s sort of a family business” Dean explains.

You stare at him in disbelief, jaw agape. “Okay…” You drawl out.

“The thing that attacked you was a Djinn. They infuse their victims with poison, which acts as a hallucinogen, which you learned. As you dream away, they drain you of blood until you’re all dried up. The poison also seeps into your bloodstream slowly shutting down your entire system, hence why you needed the antidote.” Sam ever so calmly reveals what could have been your fate.

“Right…” You shake your head, still trying to register all that has occurred. It doesn’t help that every time you close your eyes, you see that blue haze, scouring the inside of your eyelids like veins. Just as you’re about to question more, a white sign with black fonts catches your eye as you speed by.

“OAKLAND”

“Wait, wait, where are you guys going?” Your voice starts to raise as your panic quickly surfaces.

As if Dean can hear the unease in your tone, he responds softly.

“Back to our motel. You gotta stay there and we’ll go back out and finish the job. We’ll take you home when it’s safe”.

You hear Sam scoff.

“Yeah no, I think I’ll manage just fine on my own actually. We need to turn around and head back to Charming, like now”. You turn looking out the back window wondering if Niners are trailing the impala.

“Oh yeah? Being tied up to a pillar is how you manage? How’d that work out again?” Dean questions, tearing his eyes from the road and meeting your gaze with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, thanks for saving me, I get it” You spit back with your arms crossed, shooting a glare at Sam who clearly didn’t want to give you the antidote. He shrugs his shoulders back at you.

“But listen, I’ve got bigger problems on my tail than this monster you guys are hunting, I need to get back to Samcro” You demand, catching Dean's eyes in yours.

“I can’t do that” he says matter-of-factly as if he actually has control over you.

“Hah” You laugh out loud. “Little do you know we’re probably being hunted right now” you say with a grin.

“What are you talking about?” Sam turns to you.

“I deal with real monsters on a daily basis, your worst nightmare is my constant” You speak with one brow raised. “Have you ever heard of a group called Sons of Anarchy?”

Dean stared at you through the mirror, you could just see his half smile cracking, showing a little bit of his perfect teeth “Oh? Those old boys that ride scooters?” he chuckles.

And it was as if Dean had summoned Jax Teller, the Reaper himself because there it comes. The loud rumble of the Harleys, sounding like the impending hoof beats of the horsemen of the apocalypse arriving on the battlegrounds of war.

“We got company” Sam states, as he crawls over the seat from the back to join Dean in the front, he opens up the glovebox and pulls out a pistol.

“Guys, guys just pull over” you try to suppress the panic in your throat. The last thing you need tonight is to get caught in the middle of a full-blown drive by.

Just like that, the men in kutte open fire while they gain speed. That’s their first warning to the brothers to pull over. They intentionally miss the impala as they presume you’re inside.

“Fuck that” Dean curses as he slams on his brake causing an ear-piercing squeal followed by the stink of burning tires - a sharp punch to the nose.

“Jesus!” You spit as you hold onto the seat in front of you to brace yourself.

“Stay in the car” Dean commands as he and his brother step out, slamming the doors behind them.

“For fucks sakes” you mutter underneath your breath as you attempt to crawl over the seat yourself.

The Harleys come to a screech themselves as the men all then quickly step off their steeds. Each one, reaching and pulling out their weapons to point at the brothers. The sounds of Glocks being cocked simultaneously, echo into the night.

Sam and Dean follow suit, raising their own guns, facing the crew.

“Jackie boy, these guys are looking a little too white to be niners” The Scotsman shouts to his president.

“She’s with them” Jax murmurs lowly. His skin screaming, he knows you’re in the impala, he can feel it. He takes his helmet off before hanging it on the clutch.

The blonde man is yet to be armed as he plucks a cig from his pack in an all too calm manner. He slows his strides as he walks over to the brothers in his famous swag, one white sneaker in front of the other. He places his smoke in between his lips before pausing to light the end. His sharp framed face looks eerie, as the light from the flame casts shadows across his cheekbones.

In the still air the crackle of his intake is loudly audible. The smoke drifting from his nostrils before he exhales

His stance expelled power. His feet planted widely apart from each other, one hand to his mouth assisting his smoke. The other clutching his belt buckle. He let his hand fall down, exhaling once more before breaking the silence and the hair-pulling tension.

“Give her to me” He finally speaks, in a low haunting tone. His eyebrows raise with his words before furrowing. He can see your shadow moving in the vehicle, bringing an instant blanket of relief over him.

“Not gunna happen, pretty boy. Unlike you guys, trafficking isn’t really our style.” Dean spits out, never wavering his raised hand, gripping his gun. He can only assume these guys wanted to hurt you, that they used you for whatever needs they required. The fact that they’re chasing you down, guns out, demanding for you like some piece of property, enraged him to his very core. He never liked gangs to begin with but a biker gang? What a joke. He’s familiar with the Sons of Anarchy as he’s a man of research whenever he goes into any new town to hunt. Within moments of searching up Charming, the notorious Men of Mayhem found their way onto the Google search page. They seem to cause trouble, attend a charity here and there, then more trouble again. Their reputation, other than running a consensual brothel which is right up Deans ally, bothers him.

Jax lets out a chuckle, flicking his lit bud to the side of the road. Before it can land onto the wet concrete, Jax pulls out his own piece and points it right at the shorter, dark-haired brother. The taller one flinches at his motions, looking over at Dean. Jax could tell he was trying to read his face, to navigate their game plan.

The Impala door squeaks open, and a light thud sounds as you stumble onto the road as you pull yourself out.

“Wait! Don’t shoot” You call out, causing all the men to turn their attention to you. Jax’s breathing stops as he watches you approach him.

Abruptly, Sam puts his hand across your torso, blocking you from your path; his other still holding the gun.

“Get your fucking hand off of her” Jax then points the gun at Sam as the men behind him holler with rage.

“Move” you mutter as you shove his hand off, continuing towards Jax unphased as you walk to him in line of his weapon.

Dean calls out your name, watching you walk to the leader, his heart pounding while thinking the worst.

Jax scowled at the sound of your name coming out of another man's mouth. He keeps his eyes on Dean as he clutches your waists and pulls you into him. The brothers seemed utterly perplexed that you weren’t a target; more so a member.

With a scowl still residing on his face, he finally breaks the eye contact from Dean to you.

“You okay Darlin’?” He murmurs to you as you lean into him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, get them to put their guns away Jax” you motion to the armed crew behind him “they didn’t hurt me” He tilts his head at you with confusion, his icy cobalt eyes scanning your face.

You turn to the brothers, their concern growing. You knew they didn’t want them knowing about their... occupation. You remembered what Sam said earlier “The less people know, the better”

You look back at your dark prince.

“They saved me Jax, I was tied up in a house” you start to explain “I’m pretty sure it was the Niners, but… I can’t remember shit” you rub your head as you blatantly lie through your teeth.

The brothers were first to lower their guns, Dean raising his hands in surrender.

“She’s telling the truth” He says, speaking directly to Jax.

“We were in the area, heard her screaming, thought we’d check it out.” Sam explains.

“Did you see them?” Jax asks, clutching your waist tighter, bringing his gun down.

“No, by the time we showed up, it was just her'' Sam pitches. “We untied her, carried her out of the house, just trying to help her”.

“Aye, and what were the two of you planning on doing to ... help her?” Chibs spoke out as he grabs his scarred cheeks, trying to conceal the pure hell boiling internally. He doesn’t trust these guys as far as he can throw them. Nothing about this made sense.

Dean scoffs, shaking his head. “She might be right, maybe they do see worse shit than we do” he says, mumbling to his taller brother.

With a dry chuckle, Sam responds “Yeah, you’re telling me”.

Jax releases you, as he tucks away his piece before sliding both hands into his pockets motioning his chin at them with his jaw clenched.

“Wanna tell me why you two are driving around Charming in some shit impala then? Besides searching for women in distress?” Jax speaks sharply, his words laced with hostility.

Dean closes his eyes slowly, his hand curling into a fist. “Shit impala” being repeated in his head. That car is his baby.

“We’re just driving through; we’ll be out of here by tomorrow” Sam intercepts knowing damn well his brother is still trying to recover from that comment.

“Tonight” Jax demands through gritted teeth. He wanted these men out of sight. It didn’t add up, the Niners haven’t had beef with the SONS. Why were you taken? Why did you stay with them? Did they make you feel safe? Was he not enough?

“Tsk” the click of Dean's tongue echoes down the highway before he purses his lips.

“Or what?” he says with a half-smile. He couldn’t help it, he liked to get under people's skin and there was something about Jax that just pissed him right off. It was the entitlement, or maybe it was the fact that you were so calm about the matter, around guns, around bad men. He wondered what kinds of hell they put you through in order to be so tough-skinned.

“Fuck around and you’ll find out” Opie utters, stalking up to join his blood brother in their battle of wills against these two posers. Settling his deadly glare on the taller one with the mop of hair on his head.

“Oh, like how you found her?” Dean snaps back, his voice a deep rasp. “Maybe you should take better care of your women or better yet, maybe I should stay in town, just to make sure she stays alive, cause if it wasn’t for us buddy, she’d be cold by now.” He motions his index finger at you.

Your President jerks forward but before he can get his hands on Dean standing in front of him, you shove yourself in his path, grabbing his kutte in fistfuls. Glaring at his brothers over his shoulder to back down.

“Jax” you breathe, looking up at him “They’re not a threat!”

“I really don’t give a shit” He says, leveling you with his dark eyes. That’s when you know he’s plotting his revenge for you later on. Disappearing doesn’t go unpunished, even if you were kidnapped.

You swallow hard. This isn’t the man that was smitten by you, how his eyes would sparkle at the sight of you, the man that appreciated hearing your two cents, the man that would softly ask you to listen to him when he was frustrated, no. This was the Reaper, and he’s very unforgiving. You know when you’re out of bounds with him, and as of right now you’re on the tipping edge. You blink rapidly realizing just how affected he is by the words spat by Dean. You release his kutte from your hands, feeling his anger radiating from his body. Before you can speak, he cuts you off.

“Sit your ass down on the bike and shut your mouth” he says to you coldly.

That was a direct order. You’re grateful for the dark of the night as it hides the growing red in your cheeks. You hate when he embarrasses you in front of his soldiers like that. You can feel the looks of concern settling on you, the men in kutte don’t particularly like it either but, that’s what being an old lady entails and you signed up for it.

Dean watches you with Jax, his entire body tense with rage. He can’t even begin to understand the relationship you share with this man. He can’t fathom how you’re a part of a gang. You seemed so innocent, so defenseless tied up to that pillar in the cellar. Yet here you stand, next to the President of murderers. Hell, he barely knows you but for some reason, he doesn’t want to leave you there. Not until he knows for sure, that you truly feel safe.

The air is so silent you could hear a pin drop. You slowly make your way over to Jax’s Harley, quietly slipping on his helmet and swinging a leg over the seat. You keep your gaze down, eyes locking onto a little pebble sitting by the kickstand of Jax's bike.

Jax analyzes Dean, how he watches your every step. He grows more and more infuriated as he witnesses Dean struggling not to call out to you, like he thinks he’s some knight in shining armor ready to rescue you from the Dark Prince you’ve seemed to settle with. It looks as if he is worried about you. And Jax simply doesn’t like that.

“Hey, you gunna be okay?” your head snapped up at Dean who called out to you. His forehead creased with lines as he awaited your response. His carelessness was going to get him killed.

“Don’t fucking talk to her” Jax shouts as Opie intervened, standing in between.

“Ill be fine” you responded to Dean in the smallest voice, that it squeezed his heart. You feel guilt rising as you deliberately ignore the glare from Jax for disobeying his orders.

“Tonight it is then” Sam states, not wanting to pursue this any further. His focus was on hunting, not this ‘who’s dick is bigger’ pit fest. He turns to Dean, nodding his head to the impala. “Let’s go”.

Dean remains in his stance, his eyes flicker back at Jax once more, letting out a scoff before following Sam.

“Hey brother, we’ve got the clubhouse on lockdown still. We should get back.” Opie turns to face Jax, trying to read his expression.

“Time to let these wankers get on the road aye?” Chibs joins in. “She’s safe n with us now”

Jax stares at the mystery brothers with his brows furrowed. Absorbing all the details of their features, their car, their potential baggage. He would be sure to remember them if they ever step foot near his town again and more importantly, come near you.

Nothing more had to be said between the standoff of Jax and Dean, their eyes said enough. Jax turns, patting Opie’s chest. “Let’s go brother” he commands.

Collectively the men begin to board their steeds.

You peer up from your lashes, feeling his presence as he walks towards you. He slips his black leather gloves on and by surprise he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks together before giving you a hard kiss.

It’s clear he is marking his territory in front of the brothers; you really aren’t sure why he’s so threatened by the two. You deal with perverse men on the daily, but Jax very seldom had this reaction. He releases your cheeks, glaring towards Dean as he stood watching the two of you before opening the impala door. Once Jax sits on the Harley, you wrap your arms around his waist.

Discreetly you look at the Impala once more, to see Dean looking back at you through his side mirror. You wanted to tell him that you’re thankful he saved your life, to tell him that you’re safe in this club. Well for the most part anyways. You wanted to apologize for the way the sons greeted them. But you knew this was the last interaction you’d have with the Winchesters.

Your heart sinks when the engine turns over. You don’t like this feeling of uncertainty residing within you. You have so much more to learn about, this whole deal with monsters? Is this Djinn still tracking you down? Are you watching the only people that could protect you, drive away out of town, out of your life? You’re left with so many questions and an atmosphere that makes you feel incredibly alone.

The machine below you roars to life, rumbling underneath you, the sound growing louder as Jax steers around. He then squeezes the clutch, and revs his engine, causing the tires to spin out spitting up gravel on the side of the highway which coincidentally patters the rear of the impala before heading back to the direction they came from.

BANG!

Your shoulders dip, your ears ring slightly at the sound of a gun going off. You frantically release one hand off Jax, to turn and look behind you, the wind causing your hair to blow across your face. Your eyes scan, as you’re worried that they had killed the brothers. Tig was the last one following the comrade, holstering his Glock with a smirk across his face. With a sigh of relief, you see Sam step out of the impala, to inspect what appeared to be a side mirror blown into pieces on the ground.

The last thing you saw was Dean stepping out with his hands behind his head, before dropping his arms in frustration. You truly feel bad for them, they don’t deserve this treatment. Surely anyone who offers a hand in protecting your life would be put on a pedestal by Jax but this time, it seemed as if death was as good a reward as any. You feel his chuckle through his kutte, as he’s pleased with Tig’s style of amusement. You place your hands back around Jax, pressing your cheek up against his back. With shut eyes, you try to mentally prepare yourself for the chaos awaiting you back at the clubhouse.

But due to the exhaustion of the night, you drift in and out of sleepiness on the way back to Charming, your mind replaying the scene of those deep green eyes, accented by freckles underneath the passing streetlights.

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sxhnsuchtt · 2 years

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Bespolezno (Useless) - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

GIF not mine - credits to the creator

Hi! This is my first ever published fanfic, hope you like it~ English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Also, I guess studying Russian has its perks lol.

⚠️ MoM spoilers ahead, kinda

Word count: 1,610

Warnings: dark!dom!Wanda, sub!fem!reader, kidnapping, physical restraints, dub/non-con, degradation, mommy kink, slapping, scratching, choking, biting, nipple play, cunnilingus (R receiving), fingering, pussy spanking, orgasm denial. Minors DNI

(edited some typos)

detka - baby

suka - bitch

ty takaja milaja, kogda drožiš' ot straha - you're so cute when you tremble with fear

kiska - pussy

molodec - good girl

golubuška - little dove

končaj dlja mamočki - cum for mommy

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"Wake up. Now."

A piercing, imperative, yet familiar voice fills every inch of your brain and causes you to suddenly wake up with a loud gasp, as if you were holding your breath during a state of deep slumber. Confused and disoriented, you immediately try to get up but find yourself with little to no clothes on, lying down on a cold stone platform and tied by your hands and ankles with red ribbons of... magic.

"Finally. It's been a while, detka. You've been snoozing on and off forever, I was almost starting to get bored, but you're so cute when you sleep, too."

You turn your head around in an attempt to locate the source of the voice speaking to you. Levitating in the air, Wanda has her back facing you, her gown swinging around with the force of the wind, occasionally uncovering her bare legs underneath.

"Yeah, I know, I'll be there in a second" - she says, in a condescending tone - "I'm just finishing off some... What you call it? Sorcery."

"Wha... What do you want from me? Why am I even here? Please, let me go!"

You try to tug at your wrists in an attempt to set yourself free, but Wanda's magic tightens around you even more, leaving little to no space for any movement at all.

"Don't make me regret waking you up. I thought we could have a little chitchat together, hm?"

As the gloomy light of her spells dissipates from around her, the witch finally sets on the ground, the echo of her heeled boots spreading all over the room as she's walking towards you.

"So" - she now stands before you, with a satisfied, eerie smile - "what do we have here? Such a beautiful girl."

You try once again to free yourself, with no chance of success, rage filling up your chest.

"Let me go, ple--"

Your body completely stiffens as Wanda slaps you unexpectedly, leaving one of your cheeks red and pulsating with pain.

"Thank mommy when she compliments you. And look at me when I'm talking to you, suka."

Wanda grabs you by your chin and turns your head in her direction, forcing you to focus on her terrifying, yet lascivious green eyes.

"I want you to behave, you know. What kind of mother would I be, if I let my baby be naughty? Come on now, detka, don't cry."

Completely frozen in fear, tears start running down your cheeks, making the mark left by Wanda's slap sting with sharp pain.

"Such a poor thing, so scared of mommy, huh? Don't be."

She lets go of your chin with a tug and starts tracing your tears using her blackened index finger, leaving light scratches on your skin with the sharpness of her nail and making you shiver under her touch.

"Be nice and still, I'll make the pain go away. But you'll have to let mommy take care of you."

Petrified, you watch Wanda as she starts crawling towards you, her dress together with her long, red hair tickling your skin as she moves. She marks herself down on your lap, making your loins involuntarily twist, and hunches over you, gravity pulling part of her breasts out of the corset she's wearing. With a strangely comforting smile, she collects your hair away from your face, holding it into a ponytail as she leans even closer to you and licks up the pool of tears that had formed in the crevice of your neck, causing you to shiver again, in total disbelief.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" - Wanda cooes as her smile spreads even more on her red, plump lips - "And tastes good, too. I can savour your fear."

Panting, you try to move her to pity once more. "P-please, I don't know what you want from me, I..."

Her black, long fingers suddenly wrap around your neck, her face distorted with anger as she presses down on it, making your eyes fill up with more tears. To your complete horror, she lets a chilling laugh out of her chest, causing your blood to freeze in your veins and your whole body to tremble.

"Ty takaja milaja, kogda drožiš' ot straha" she cooes with a strong Sokovian accent, entertained with the fear in your eyes, as you are still under her strong grip and have no clue of what she's saying. "Now, this is so fun, but I'm starting to lose my patience."

The witch finally lets go of your neck, leaving you gasping for air, and starts untying her corset, revealing her bare chest.

"You like what you see? This is your last chance to behave, make mommy feel good or else I'll slice that pretty throat of yours."

She leans once again over you and pulls your hair abruptly, guiding you towards her naked breasts. You have no choice but to finally give in and obey Wanda, therefore latching onto one of her nipples. You feel her back arch with pleasure as she lets out a heavy, excited moan from her mouth, her nipple getting stiffer into your mouth. Hardly admitting to yourself that you could enjoy this, you too finally let out a relieving moan, causing Wanda to shiver with the vibrations of your voice. As your tongue is shifting from one nipple to another and twirling around each of them, Wanda slowly slithers her free hand down your chest, then your stomach, eventually reaching your pussy. She lets out a surprised, satisfied moan, and smiles at you as she notices how soaked you are.

"Look at you, sweetheart, your kiska so good and wet for mommy. Sucking on my tits gets you so horny, doesn't it? Say it, be a good girl."

Completely surrendered to her, you let her nipple free with a pop, and nod your head off in approval. "Yes, Wanda."

"Mh-mh" - she scoffs in disagreement - "Who's Wanda? There's no Wanda here. Just mommy."

She reaches for your lips, collapsing into a sloppy, ravening kiss. As your pussy starts throbbing even more, an excruciating pain fills your body again. Your bottom lip, bitten with incredible force by Wanda, starts bleeding suddenly into your mouth, spreading the metallic taste of blood all around your tongue.

Confused, you look up to the witch as she's wiping your blood off her lips with one hand, then licking it with the tip of her tongue and indulging into yet another sinister smile.

"Do as I say, and I won't hurt you again. What do you call me?"

"Mommy."

"Molodec."

After finally getting what she wanted, with a quick movement of her hips and legs Wanda gets off you, leaving you tied still with her magic and aching with desire.

"Since you've been so good" - she says while walking around, pinching your clit between her nails and causing you to squeak - "I think you deserve some proper treatment."

With a twist of her hand, what remains of your clothes is removed by a swift movement of magic.

"Fuck. You're dripping wet" - she cooes, entirely enticed by the sight before her - "Let mommy fix what a desperate mess you are."

Without any warning, Wanda's hot, slithery tongue worms her way in between your lips, making you moan with pleasure. As she swirls it around your clit, with you squirming under her action, she slides one, then two fingers into you, pumping in and out of your pussy with sloshing sounds.

"What a dirty little slut you are, golubuška, your pussy is so damn tight" - Wanda murmurs softly - "you're making me so wet as well."

Curving her two fingers, she starts hitting your spot steadily, almost violently, as her face lights up with a smile, pleased to see you moan and squirm under her power, knowing that you are getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"You're gonna speak up if you want to cum, baby girl - there's no way I'm leaving you do that without asking mommy for permission first."

She looks at you, thrusting her fingers incessantly and rubbing your clit with her thumb, as you try to babble out your request, unable to do so because of her fucking you dumb.

"Mommy, mommy... Please..."

"Yeah, baby?"

"I-... I, uh..."

"Can't hear you."

Wanda abruptly pulls her fingers away, emptying your throbbing pussy on the edge of orgasm. As you're left aching and desperate, moaning pleadingly, the witch indulges in a devilish smile, pleased by the fact she has prevented you from finally climaxing. She hits your cunt with a strong slap, causing you to scream in pain.

"Now, try again."

She quickly thrusts her finger in your pussy again, filling up your hole completely, and messes with your clit through her magic, making the red mist twirl and tingle around it.

It doesn't take much until you start feeling close again, even more desperate to cum than a few instants before.

"Mommy, please, I want... I want to cum, please" you finally let out of your mouth to Wanda's approval.

"Good girl, here, you deserve it. Končaj dlja mamočki."

You finally release the knot inside your belly, moaning loudly as you drip around Wanda's fingers. The witch releases your pussy, bringing her fingers to your mouth and commanding you to suck.

"Yeah, like that" she says, while finally freeing you from her magic.

Still dizzy from your orgasm, you massage your wrists, reddened from the restraints. Wanda gets closer to you, cups your face and plants a sweet, nurturing kiss onto your forehead, whilst taking you into her arms.

"You've done good. Made mommy's pussy throb with your moans" - she says, caressing your hair - "You're gonna take care of that later."

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff smut

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so-long-soldier-writes · 6 months

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You Made a Choice to Be Good

kai parker x bonnie bennett

summary: a kidnapping has an unexpected outcome… bonnie never thought she'd come to an understanding with the crazy sociopath in town, let alone sleep with him.

tags: kidnapping, magic / spells / siphoning, cheerleading uniform kink, mentions of past child abuse & childhood trauma, desk sex, classroom sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, minor foot stuff / touching, sexual inexperience, loss of virginity, unsafe / unprotected sex, minor biting, facials, enemies to lovers, second chances

word count: 7k

a/n: i'm very aware this is (1) a bonenzo title, and (2) enzo's fantasy being incorporated, but idc i'm using it for bonkai!! the cheerleader thing just fits kai so much better!!

@bonnie-sheila-bennett here's one of the cheerleader fantasy fics! the other i'm still working on, and to everyone who's requested other fics, i promise i'm working on them!! i've been so slow lately. 😭

It takes Bonnie a second to realize where she is. There’s a slight ache in her head and her vision is blurry, but if she’s not mistaken, she recognizes the room as her consciousness returns. Particularly, the colors; the green chalkboard taking up most of the front wall, the brown wooden desk a little to the left; the white exposed from what’s not covered in posters. She’s in an old classroom in Mystic Falls’ high school.

After that realization, shock wakes her up pretty fast. She has no memory of how she got here and racks her brain to remember the last thing she did. She was in her dorm. She was asleep. She felt something warm around her abdomen… and then it was lights out.

Fear floods through her and she reaches for her phone. Only… her hands seem to be tied around her back.

“Oh my god,” she mutters. Should she call for help? Or would that just alert her kidnapper that she’s awake? Thoughts race through her head before she can remember she’s a witch, and a very powerful one, at that. One word and the chains should fly off and she can escape. “Frac-”

“Oh good!” A voice cuts her off. Its shadow stands in the hall. “You’re awake.”

Bonnie could recognize that voice anywhere. Her body freezes instantly.

A heartbeat later, Kai comes into the classroom. His famous smirk is on his face and she hates it.

“What do you want with me?! Why am I here?”

“Oh, Bonnie. Don’t you miss me?”

“Not a chance. Take me back.” She struggles against her chains, as if to signal to him to take them off.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. We spent two months together, and you don’t miss me even a little? I’m hurt.”

“Kai-”

“Fine! I stole you, I admit. You’re just too cute, I couldn’t help it!” He pinches her cheek, but not enough to hurt.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Okay. Sorry.” He holds both hands up, imitating surrender.

“Why did you kidnap me, Kai? Why are we in my old high school?”

“I’ll answer both of those questions in due time. First, I wanna know if I uncuff you, will you try to escape?”

She stares at him incredulously.

“Take that as a ‘no’, or?”

“What do you think?”

“Okay. Well, um… tell you this, if I uncuff you, and you don’t try to escape, I won’t have a reason to hurt you.” He places both hands on the desk and towers his figure over her. “I don’t want to hurt you, Bonnie, but I need you to listen to me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s important.”

She sighs. “Fine. I won’t try to escape.”

“Now that’s a good girl. Fractos!”

The chains come undone at once. Bonnie immediately stands up and glances towards the door.

“Ah-ah-ah, don’t think about it.”

“Motus!” She yells, thrusting both hands at Kai. The boy doesn’t even flinch. Bonnie stares, half out of shock and half out of fear. “Motus!” She tries again.

“Yeah, about that… I kinda siphoned your magic last night. That’s how I was able to get you here. It might take a while to regenerate.”

She glares at him. “No…”

“Yeah,” he clicks his tongue.

Bonnie then tries a desperate sprint to the door, but gets pushed back by a boundary spell over the entryway. “No!” She yells again.

“You told me you wouldn’t try to escape. Naughty girl.”

“What do you want with me?!”

“All in good time. For now, I just want you to behave.”

“I don’t have time for this! I have to- have to-”

“Help Damon? Get to 1903? Free Lily? Yeah, I don’t think so.” Kai starts to stalk towards her. “See, as much as I love chaos, there was a reason Lily was locked up. She was a ripper, Bonnie, and I doubt her closet full of crazy-pants are any better.”

“Like that’s any different from yourself. Maybe we should lock you up… oh wait.”

Kai chuckles coldly. “Ha ha. Don’t you see I’m trying to keep you safe? Keep your friends safe? Lily here would be a disaster. Two Salvatores in this town are enough.”

“So what? You kidnap me? For how long do you plan to keep me here?”

“As long as I need to.”

“And what? Are we just gonna stare at each other? Draw shapes on the chalkboard? Wait for my magic to recover so I can kick your ass?”

“I’ve thought about that.” His smirk comes back and he holds a finger in the air. Kai makes his way towards the desk. “And while you were unconscious, I did some digging.”

Bonnie remains by the door. Her magic is faint; he siphoned most of it, but if she can keep him talking long enough, it’ll come back eventually.

“Y’know, this school has a lot of stuff in it. I mean, a lot. In this desk alone, I found eight pencils, a slinky, a calculator that when flipped read “boobs” in numbers, a hairbrush, two things of lipgloss, and an unopened condom. And when I raided the principal’s office, boy, you couldn’t even imagine. But the most fun was when I went through the sports’ closet. They had all the retired uniforms from past years in there, and that’s when I remembered something - you were a cheerleader here! When I kidnapped Elena, I saw your picture in a frame; your team all gathered around. You all looked so cute and happy, but you, especially, were just adorable.” Kai’s hand disappears under the desk now. “What year did it say that you cheered? 2009? Yeah.” Her face pales as he pulls her old uniform out from its hidden spot. “Looked like this, right?”

Bonnie says nothing, but her face tells all.

“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes’.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why do I care? I just told you, Bonnie. You looked so cute in your little photo, and I happened to come across your old uniform. We’re here all alone with nothing to do. Everyone’s on break. So you might as well.”

“I might as well what?”

“Wear it.” She scoffs. “For me,” he adds, which doesn’t help his case.

“I’m not doing that. Hell no.”

“Don’t be difficult, Bonnie.”

“I’m not doing it! Besides, who’s to say it’ll even fit me anymore?”

He eyes her figure and she immediately wishes she hadn’t said that. “Please, you’re still as small as you were back then. Your skirt might be a little shorter now, but I see that as a plus.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Come on, Bonnie. Aren’t you even a little curious to see how it fits after a couple years?”

“No, and especially not with you around.”

“I’ll turn when you change.” He crosses his fingers. “Promise.”

She glares at him. “No. Now let me out; you’ve had your fun with me, and I have things to do.”

“We haven’t had any fun yet. You’ve only just woken up.”

“Kai-”

“I’m getting tired of asking. Either you give into what we both know is the best way to spend our time here, or I chain you back up. Which will it be?”

“Kai, I have to-”

“Tell you what,” he interrupts again, “you put it on, and we’ll explore the school together. It’ll be a fun little adventure. A break from the chaos that is our lives. Just two post-grads exploring old stomping grounds.”

“You didn’t even go to school here.”

“Missing the point, Bon. So are you gonna do it or not?”

“No. I-”

“Vodux,” he mutters. In an instant, she’s within arm’s length. Kai grabs her wrist and siphons what little magic has returned, then stares at her. “Which will it be?”

“Fine.” She bodies up to him despite the significant height difference. Kai smiles, and takes her bold posture as an invitation to glance down her shirt. It takes everything in her not to slap him. “Turn around.”

“Yes ma’am.”

To her surprise, he does.

For a minute, she just stares at the clothes. The uniform is perched on the desk - Alaric’s old one, mind you - and a pair of white shoes sit beside it. She scoffs, realizing he took the time to assemble the whole thing.

“I don’t hear clothes dropping,” Kai says suddenly.

She sighs, then finally reaches for the hem of her shirt. With anger, she rips it off and throws it at his back, making a whoosh sound before it hits him. He only chuckles.

“Very tempting not to turn around right now.”

“Don’t you dare.” Thankfully, he stays still.

Bonnie removes her shoes, then jeans, and knows he can hear the belt buckle that hits the floor. To avoid another comment from him, she speaks first. “So did you even go to high school? Or did your parents decide it was best to keep the freak indoors, away from the public eye?”

Kai laughs. “I went for a few years. Got kicked out in high school for an incident that wasn’t entirely my fault. But then my parents pulled Jo out, too, and they homeschooled both of us. Then they started pulling out and homeschooling the younger ones. It was easier to hide the coven when we were all under the same roof at all times.”

“What was the incident?”

“Huh?”

‘What got you expelled?”

“Oh.” Even with his back turned, she knows he’s smiling. “Got in a fight. Hey, he came at me first and I just finished the job.”

“Sure.”

“Believe what you want, Bonnie, I wasn’t always bad. My parents made me this way. Their anger at me for the way I was born. Their inability to accept the fact that I was still their own blood even though I was different. And it’s funny, they carried the gene and it just happened to appear in me! So you tell me if that’s really my fault.”

Bonnie doesn’t know how to answer. She even finds herself feeling a bit bad for the siphon, despite everything he’s done. There’s a lot of truth in his words. Still… he’s admitting them to her now because he’s kidnapped her… while forcing her to wear an old uniform, probably because of some nauseating kink he has.

Kai then sighs. “Are you done? I haven’t heard anything for a while.”

“I’m tying the shoes.” She finishes the simple knot. “Done.”

He turns around immediately. Bonnie finds herself genuinely curious about his reaction. Will he like it or hate it? Will he make some vulgar comment, or force her out of it because he decides she looks bad? She’s a little anxious over the possibilities.

Kai, however, is instantly smitten. If he were a cartoon character, his eyes would’ve turned to big, bulging hearts. Stars would’ve floated atop his head, and his tongue would be out, panting. But instead of that, Bonnie sees a look of lust in his eyes. His posture straightens and his gaze travels all over her form.

She doesn’t know how to feel now. Admittedly, the man is hot. Never would she say such a thing out loud, but she can allow herself to think it. Before finding the newspaper in 1994, she probably would’ve even tried something with him. She definitely flirted a bit, and he did too, before Damon pried them apart, but if he hadn’t deserved his stay in 1994, she would’ve gladly climbed him like a tree.

And now, she hates to say it, but his attention feels good. It makes her feel sexy. The fact that this man who seems to hate everyone and everything is downright infatuated with her… it makes her feel powerful.

“Do you like it, or should I take it off?” She plays with the hem of her shirt.

“No!” He stutters. “I mean, yes, I like it. No, don’t take it off!” He gives himself a couple seconds to recover, then teases, “I knew it would fit you like a glove.”

It’s a little tighter in the breasts, and like Kai suspected, the skirt is a tiny bit shorter, but it still fits perfectly otherwise. “So what, are we exploring now? Or was that just a ploy to get me inside this thing?”

The man’s eyes light up like an excited boy’s. “You would want to?”

“I thought that’s what you said we’d do.”

“Well then come on,” he waves, “let’s explore.”

Kai takes the boundary down from the doorway, but Bonnie figures he has them up along every entry of the school. Besides, she has no magic with which to fight him, so she’s stuck with him until it recovers.

“So show me where your classes were,” he starts, “what classes did you take in 2009?”

“Well we were just in Alaric’s classroom-”

“Ric’s? As in Josette’s boytoy, Ric?”

“That’s the one.” Bonnie ignores the way he calls his sister by her full name. She’s not even sure she knew that was her full name. “And over here,” she points, “I had my English class. Ric taught history. He came in after our old history teacher was murdered.”

“Who did it?”

Bonnie clicks her tongue as she remembers. “Damon, actually.”

“Classic Damon… killing all of the important people in this town and getting away scot-free.”

Bonnie ignores that too. “And over here, I had chemistry.” When Kai snickers, she shoots him a glare. “And the boy behind me used to flirt with me whenever I’d come into class.” His light expression quickly goes dark. Bonnie chuckles at his sudden change in demeanor. “What kind of classes did you take in high school?” She asks as they continue down the hall.

“Sophomore was my last year in formal public school, but…” he counts on his fingers, “English, history, art-”

“Home ec?” She questions.

“Nah. My father taught me how to cook, if that’s what you’re wondering.” It was. “Probably taught me so I wouldn’t starve when he inevitably sent me to a prison world. If he even cared, maybe he didn’t.”

She feels a little bit of sadness again, however strange, for him.

“Anyway. Geometry - boy was I shit at that, economics, anatomy,” his eyes light up, “that’s when I learned that the spleen doesn’t really matter.”

Bonnie’s jaw drops. Her sympathy for him is so “one step forward, two steps back”.

“I even took driver’s ed that year. Of course, my father didn’t want me to learn it, but it was a requirement by the school. Didn’t want me to be able to get out, now did he? Luckily, we only had one car, and if he wasn’t using it, it was locked with an alarm in the garage. And I, not surprisingly, had no magic to surpass the alarms.”

They continue down the hall like he hadn’t just info-dumped about both his abusive childhood and his violent past in a mere couple sentences.

“So what was your principal’s name?” Kai asks.

“Weber. Yours?”

“Think his name was Nordbye, if I remember correctly.”

“Is he the one that expelled you, too?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “I liked him, though. Nice guy. Cared. He wasn’t going to expel me; was just gonna give me a warning, but then the other boy’s mother copped a fit and my father told him violence was expected from me because of the way I was born, and that terrified him into expulsion.”

One step forward…

“So then what?”

“Then I got expelled. Then I spent the next four years never leaving my house, much less my room. Then my mother had Luke and Liv, and then she died, and my father got worse and worse, and when I snapped, he blamed everything on me. Even though I had nothing to do with her death.” The last part comes out in a lower voice than the rest.

“How did she die?”

“He never told me the full reason, but I know it was medical. I didn’t hurt her, even if that’s what he might’ve suspected.”

“Why would you have hurt her?” Bonnie quickly rephrases, “why did he think you hurt her?”

Kai turns to her to answer. “Because she had more twins, and he thought I was taking my anger out on her.” He fiddles with a pocket knife Bonnie didn’t know he was holding. “As cold as she was to me, and as cold as they made me, I wouldn’t have hurt her.”

The look in his eyes reminds her of the time that Damon said Kai approached him with guilt over “ruining Jo’s life.” She called bullshit when he told her, but now she wonders if it could’ve been true.

“Why did you stab Jo, if you would’ve never hurt your mother?” A bold question, but she barely even thinks about it before the words leave her mouth.

“I snapped. Tensions in the house grew without my mother around to soften them. The twins cried all day and all night; the other four were rambunctious as preteens always are. My father was so much angrier than usual, between hating me and blaming me. Even after it was revealed a medical cause of death, he still hated me. If I had been born normal, they wouldn’t’ve had to have more kids. She would still be alive. She wouldn’t have died at the early age of forty.” Bonnie gulps. Eight kids by forty is a lot. Kai’s eyes snap up to her face, but then he looks back to the floor as he continues. “She died in early May, and each year that passed, my father got more violent around that time. He’d scream at the kids if they were too loud. He’d slam things around to demand silence, but would only receive more panic. He’d spend hours by her grave and forget to come in and feed them - Jo would have to do it. Or I would, but I never seemed to do it right in her eyes. And sometimes, if I was in his line of sight when he’d finally come in, he’d take me outside as a personal punching bag until he was too weak to throw anymore hits. Or, if he were crying too hard to continue. His anger was often directed at me, too, if the kids were silent for once in their lives. He needed a place to express his hatred for the world, and eight kids that were only born to benefit a coven seemed to be the best option.”

“You said something like that before, that the coven always came first.”

Kai nods. “When you’re told at the age of four that either you or your sister will die for the stupid coven, life already seems pretty pointless. You’re in some stupid competition to see who wins - who gets to live - when neither of you want to play. You just want to be kids. But then they decide that since you were born different because of a generational curse, neither of you get to play anymore. And that’s great, because you don’t want to, but at the same time, you’re eliminated because you have no value to your family. And neither did the four kids in between Josette and I, and Luke and Liv. They aren’t twins; they don’t matter. When they finally produce a set that could lead - and neither are flawed in the way you are - you start to feel a little angry. That’s not even including the names my father would call me, nor the type of hand he’d hold to my face. The same hand that held Josette’s crying face when she got a B on a test is the same one that hit me on mine when I got the same grade on the same test.”

Kai bites his tongue, eyes glued to the floor, as he seems to suddenly remember where he is. He doesn’t dare look at the girl in front of him, and he doesn’t speak anymore on the topic.

“You can go,” he says suddenly, “if you want. I’ll take the boundary spell down.”

Bonnie hesitates. This is her chance to run, to escape. He’s giving her an out to whatever crazy plans he’s made for her. Though… this is also her chance to try and reach him. He involuntarily has entered the most vulnerable state in which she’s ever seen him. Maybe all he needs to tone it down a notch is for someone to listen.

“Kai?” She backs herself up to the wall, desperate to lean against something as she searches for the right words.

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Frankly, I have no idea what we were talking about ten minutes ago.”

Bonnie racks her brain. “Classes. Principals.”

“Ah, right.”

“What was the name of your high school?” She wants to get his mind on another topic before tiptoeing back into the one about his childhood. It seems safer, somehow.

“Parkrose.”

“Do you remember the colors?”

“Green, white, and blue, maybe? Was blue included? I don’t know.”

“Can you walk with me?”

He falls in step beside her without answering.

“You never mentioned your mother while we were in the prison world.”

“Didn’t seem relevant.”

“Not even when you took me back to your childhood home?”

“Didn’t know how much I could say,” he admits, “considering you didn’t seem to care when I mentioned my father and how he treated me.”

“You didn’t discuss your sister much, either. I was shocked to learn she’s the same woman that teaches Elena’s pre-med class now.”

“I didn’t quite have that information, either, until I got out of the prison world.”

“Fair point.” She takes a deep breath. “I can see why you snapped. It doesn’t make it okay, but I understand what led to it.”

His eyes snap up to her. “Really?”

“Elena told me that when your father learned there was a chance you could escape - when we were trapped there alone after Damon returned back to the modern world - he acted immediately and quite impulsively. Except, it didn’t seem so impulsive to him; it seemed planned. Premeditated. Like a desperate backup plan.”

“What did he do?”

“Tried to kill Jo. Burned a locket of hers. It would’ve killed her if Elena hadn’t healed her with her blood.”

Kai seems shocked to have learned his father targeted his favorite child.

“We might’ve had a shitty past together; both of us taking turns at the other’s throat for weeks, but you tried to apologize and I pushed you into the mud.”

“This is where I remind you, you stabbed me first over there.”

She spins on her heels to face him. “Don’t push it.” Her face is stern, but there’s a hint of a smile, too. She turns back around to the hallway. “I believed everything you said about him. I met Luke and Liv in college, and they mentioned their dysfunctional family every so often. And then Elena recounted what happened to Jo, as well as the story she told prior, of what went down with you. The reason she thinks you snapped,” Bonnie clarifies, " is because you were born different and you didn’t like it. You consciously decided to take your anger out on everyone. You couldn’t deal with them thinking you were unable to lead and snapped.” She sighs. “But even though I wanted to believe that, deep down, I couldn’t, because I had spent two months with you in close quarters, and knew there was more to it than that.” Bonnie stops outside of Alaric’s classroom. “I’m sorry your father was abusive; I’m sorry you were raised with the knowledge that you would die or kill your sister. That’s not a way to grow up.” She then repeats, “it doesn’t make it okay, but I can understand why it happened.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, standing close. In the next moment, he reaches for her hand. He can feel the magic returning to her, running through her veins, they both can. Bonnie bites her tongue, wondering what he’ll do. Kai, though, doesn’t siphon. He drinks in her smell, the faint perfume, the slightly musky scent of the from-the-vault uniform. He closes his eyes and wills himself not to kiss her.

Bonnie finds herself unexpectedly calm despite the proximity. If he wanted to hurt her, he would’ve done it by now.

“What was your mascot?” She blurts out. She might be calm, but that doesn’t mean she can’t sense the tension returning to settle in between them.

He smiles. “Broncos.”

“Did you have a thing for cheerleaders then, too?”

He chuckles lightly. “Yes. But never one as much as I like you.”

Her heart races, and her hands find the front of his chest. She doesn’t push him off, but instead rests them in place.

“Do you really believe me this time?”

“Yes.”

He brings a hand up to her face, stroking her cheek with one finger. “Bon?”

“Yes?”

“Would you push me away if I kissed you?”

She finds herself gulping. “No.”

Despite asking, he’s slow to move forward, as if giving her time, still, to push him away. She doesn’t though, and lets him close the gap between their lips. He’s gentle, almost barely there, and remains so until she kisses back. As soon as she does, he gets more into it, kissing harder. He trails his unoccupied hand down the side of her body, letting it graze the red fabric before resting it on her bare hip, where the crop top exposes. His fingers are slightly cold, making her gasp and shiver. In the split second that her mouth is open, he slinks his tongue inside. He tastes her only for a moment, then pulls away to check on her.

“You okay?”

Nervousness clouds her eyes, but she nods. “I’m okay.”

Kai kisses her again, now more forcefully. Bonnie’s hands find his neck and pull him closer. Kai lets her, but not without hoisting her legs up first. He taps on her hips and lifts her into the air. Her back presses into the wall, skirt riding up even more from the position.

Bonnie chuckles. “I’m taller than you.”

“Not for long,” he teases. He carries her into the classroom, then sits her down on the desk. Her skirt hides nothing, and his mouth waters at the sight.

“Is this okay?” He taps her thigh.

“Yes.” She lowers her body until she’s lying down on her elbows. Her heels rest against the edge of the desk and with quick motions, he frees her from the tight shoes. Bonnie visibly relaxes once out of them. Kai’s fingers move gently to pull her panties down her legs. The cold air makes her inhale, and he’s quick to put two fingers against her clit.

“Kai?”

“Yes?”

“Your fingers are cold.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I can warm them up.”

“Please,” she says through clenched teeth.

He starts to rub circles over her clit, and her body quickly reacts. Her lips part and a soft moan escapes through them. It encourages him on, as he dips his fingers into her core when he believes she’s starting to get wet.

“Oh,” she whines, throwing her head back harshly, almost slipping.

“Careful.”

She tightens her grip on the wood and watches him.

One hand rests on her knee while the other continues to get her wet enough to take him. Kai has no problem getting hard for her, as apparent by the outline in his jeans. She can feel her core throb just by looking at it.

“Those look tight,” she nods. Kai looks down to follow her gaze and smiles, as if caught in the act. Before he can speak, she pokes at his bulge with her foot.

“Bon-” Nothing else comes out, his throat going dry at the tease. She runs her foot slowly along his length. When he glances up, her tongue is peeking out from the side of her mouth. “Bon,” he starts again, shifting his weight.

He’s not about to give in before he can taste her, though, so a second later, he carefully pulls her foot away from him and lowers himself to her level. Bonnie catches on immediately. When he lets go of her, she rests her heel back on the desk. He kisses her ankle, up her leg to her thigh, and then finally gives her clit its first kitten lick by his tongue. Her hands bury in his hair, urging him on. She can feel the dimples from his smile against her skin.

“Oh,” she moans softly, tugs harder.

Kai puts his hand on her hips to keep her down while increasing the speed in which he flicks his tongue against her. He ducks his head to enter her, tongue exploring all crevices that his fingers just had, and soon, his cock will.

In the midst of it, Bonnie pokes him with her foot again for his attention.

“Hm?”

“Need,” she reaches towards his fingers with her own.

“Need me to touch you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes light up with the fact that she seems to be enjoying this just as much as he is. Kai then moves two fingers to rub at her clit again, rather harshly, but just as she needs it.

“This good?”

“Perfect.”

Kai finds a pace and keeps it. Within the next couple minutes, she finds herself getting close.

“Don’t stop,” she urges, “please.”

He doesn’t, nor does he slow down in his ministrations.

“I’m close,” she mutters. He can tell, by the way her body tenses and her wetness seems to flood his face. “Don’t stop. I- oh god-”

One thing he never expected is for Bonnie to be vocal during sex. He likes it.

“Kai- I- urrgh!” And with that, she comes.

He continues to eat her out through her orgasm, and doesn’t let up until she’s catching her breath. Little cries and moans of his name still fall from her lips, but her grip has weakened on his hair. Kai attaches his lips to her and sucks her juices before rising back to his feet. Bonnie wastes no time pulling him close by the shirt and tasting herself off his lips.

As she kisses him, she puts her foot back on his bulge. It’s grown since the last time she felt it.

“Ready?” He asks into her mouth.

“Yes.”

He’s quick to undo his belt and lets it drop to the floor. Her heart speeds up with anticipation. When he finally pulls himself out, she lets out a little gasp. Kai’s of average size and girth, to the best of her knowledge, but she’s more reacting to the prospect of taking someone again. She’d only lost her virginity last year, and her relationship with Jeremy never had the chance to travel too far into the sexual realm.

“You okay, Bonnie?” Kai senses her sudden anxiety.

“Mhm. Just… been kinda a long time.”

He seems to get shy, then, too. “Yeah, um… me too. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Just start slow.”

“‘Course.”

He lines himself up with her, and she puts her legs over his shoulders. As soon as he starts to enter her, he lets out a husky moan. He pushes inside, watching her face, until he reads it’s far enough, then slowly starts to pull out. Kai slips out a couple of times at first. He bites his lip, a bit fearfully, then retries.

After a moment, Bonnie asks the dreaded question. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” he admits, looking anywhere but her face now.

“It’s okay.” She’s quick to assure. “Take a deep breath.”

“Do you want to stop?”

She gives him a quizzical look. “Why would I want to do that?”

“Because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay, we all have to start somewhere. Judging by what you told me about your childhood and how controlling your dad was, I’m not surprised.”

He cocks his head. “You’d go this far with me knowing I was possibly…”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with it. I was until just last year.”

“Was your boyfriend?”

“No, he lost it a long time ago. But he was gentle with me through it, and now I’m gonna be gentle with you, okay?”

Kai seems hesitant, but lets her hold the base of his cock and help him push back into her.

“Don’t pull out all the way until you’ve found a rhythm. You don’t even, really, have to pull out all that much if you’d prefer.” She lets him go and rests back onto her elbows. “Now keep your hands wherever you feel like you need to. Once you get the hang of it, drop one down and rub the clit, because most girls can’t get off from actual intercourse anyway.” Kai doesn’t react to that, as if he already knew it, but he does nod at taking her advice to not pull out too far. “And you were doing a good job of keeping an eye on my reactions, making sure it’s not too much. That’s good. Also… remember to pull out in time. I certainly wasn’t expecting this today and I don’t think either of us have protection. I’m trusting you on this one, Kai.”

“Why are you trusting me?” He asks suddenly.

“I… I don’t know.” She bites her cheek before confessing, “maybe being around you today brought up some old feelings from our time in the prison world. Maybe I’ve finally decided to let myself give into them.”

The man smiles. “So you did feel something for me?”

She gives him a playful smack on his hand. “Don’t let that get to your head.”

“No promises, baby.” Before she can react, he’s kissing her again. After another minute, his thrusts resume. Bonnie wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer, simultaneously helping him find a rhythm. He has one hand on the desk and the other cupping her cheek.

He’s a little choppy, still, but as he gets comfortable, he gets better, too.

“This okay?”

“Mhm.”

Kai drops his lips from hers to her neck. His hand snakes down in between their bodies - Bonnie lets go of her tight hold on his waist - and finds her clit.

“Perfect - oh!”

He kisses her chest overtop the fabric. His apparent frustration with it makes her almost giggle. He wanted her to wear the uniform, now he must deal with the consequences. She bites her lip to keep the giggle at bay, then pushes his head just enough that he nips at her bare skin instead of the school property uniform. Kai seems happy with this decision. He licks at her exposed midriff and leaves kisses in between love bites. Bonnie lets out a yelp the first time he lightly bites, but only out of surprise. The man looks up and winks at her in response.

It isn’t long before Bonnie feels herself coming up on her second orgasm. She also knows that as soon as she comes, he most likely will, too. In fact, she’s surprised he’s held up as long as he has. Though quickly she’ll learn she spoke too soon as his next couple thrusts get sloppier. His finger on her clit weakens, the intensity of his roughness decreases.

“You close?” She asks, not wanting any accidents.

“Mhm, was just about to tell you.”

“I am, too. Just… there, don’t stop.”

Kai tries his best to keep his pace. The way she clenches around him makes it difficult.

“Bon-”

“I’m- oh god. It’s- I am- now,” she bites down on her tongue. “Kai!”

As soon as she comes, he pulls out and splatters her uniform. This time, he doesn’t keep his hands on her throughout her orgasm, and instead strokes himself rapidly until he’s finished. Bonnie props herself up to watch better just as a short second wave hits her cheek. Some hits the floor, too, and a bit oozes down the underside of his cock.

“Sorry,” he mutters, seeing it on her face. He lets go and stabilizes his hands on the edge of the desk.

“I think you should be saying sorry to the school more than to me,” she jokes. He watches her swipe it off her face with her finger, then, much to his surprise, stick out her tongue. He narrows her eyes and she only shrugs. “Not too bad, actually.”

“As compared to…?”

“Dunno. Never tried it before.” Kai cocks his head. Bonnie teases, “when I lost my virginity, we used a condom.”

“Right.” He sends her an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”

“Did you kidnap me with the intent of having sex with me and deliberately not bring a condom, or did it just work out this way?”

“I didn’t really have a plan, I just wanted to keep you here,” he replies sheepishly.

“A-huh, I see. Well,” she swipes off what landed on her uniform, “I tried it, only fair now that you do.”

Kai chuckles. “Been there.”

“Hold up-”

“I spent eighteen years in complete isolation, you don’t think I’ve done that?”

“Right,” she says now. “So you have kind of done this before, just not with a real person.”

“If you wanna put it that way, yes.”

“So like… with a blanket, or a fleshlight, or…?”

“A what?”

“A fl- wait, when were those even invented?”

She searches for her phone, and then Kai pulls it out from behind the desk.

“Thanks… little thief,” she jokes. “Siri?” She speaks into the phone. “When was the fleshlight invented?”

The robot reports, “The fleshlight was invented in 1995 by Steven Shubin when-”

She mutes her phone to cut it off. “1995.”

“Let me see a picture.”

Bonnie turns her phone so he can see the photo Siri pulled up in relation to her search.

“1995? Dammit, I just missed that stupid thing!” He pouts.

She fights the urge to giggle. “Well at least now you know.”

His frustrated sigh turns into a low chuckle, and at that point, Bonnie lets herself laugh, too. After a moment, she starts to lower herself off the desk. He reaches out a hand to guide her.

“If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna take this thing off. It’s not the most comfortable thing to wear, and wasn’t then either.”

“Okay. You look hot in it, though.”

“Thank you. I figured you thought that when you practically drooled at seeing me in it.”

“I did not-”

“You might as well have!” She softens. “But seriously, thanks. It feels good to hear.”

He winks. When Bonnie turns her back to change, he pulls up his pants. He finishes dressing before her, but keeps his back turned.

“So, um… not to change the topic, but-”

“Yes?”

“What changed?”

“What?”

“You said you decided to let yourself explore what you denied to feel in the prison world. What changed your mind to let you do it today?”

She collects her thoughts before answering. “What you told me about your childhood. Not the fact that you were abused, but the fact that you were hurt for things that weren’t even your fault. Initially, in that prison world, you seemed so cocky about the way you had done everything. It was hard to see any humanity left in you. But then over time, including that time you cooked for me, the mold started to crack and I could see there was more to it.” She turns to face him, now fully dressed. A hand on his shoulder lets him know he can turn around, too. “You’re not just a psychopath who killed them for fun. You were a kid, outcasted and tormented, who snapped. I said it before, it doesn’t make it okay, but it does help me understand you.”

“Do I remind you of Damon? I know he had a pretty bad kill streak.”

“No,” Bonnie shakes her head, “Damon got better because he fell in love with Elena. You’re getting better because you’ve started to trust me with the truth.”

He lets this sink in, but then lets out a small chuckle. “Well, I might be a little like Damon in the regard that love for a girl got me better, but… I see your point.”

Bonnie smiles. She doesn’t quite know how to address that confession, but she wants him to know she heard it. They’ll cross that bridge another day.

“So, um… I guess I should let you get back. He’s probably worried sick about you.”

She nods. “Though I do have another confession.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re right, about Lily. I don’t think bringing her here is a good idea, either. I would’ve, for Damon’s, and ultimately Caroline’s, sakes, but not happily. One ripper loose in this town is enough.”

“I don’t care too much for anyone in this town,” Kai admits, “but the spells of the prison worlds are bound with Bennett blood. Lily would’ve ripped you to shreds just for being a descendant of those that trapped her. Like hell I’d even give her the chance to hurt you.”

Bonnie smiles sweetly, touched by his caring words. She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. Kai returns it, then brushes a piece of her hair back with his finger once they break apart.

“Do you have any other ideas to get Stefan and Caroline back?” She asks, a hand on his chest.

“Maybe Stefan wasn’t Caroline’s emotional trigger. Maybe it’s her mom. Maybe it’s you. And then, maybe, Caroline turning hers back on will trigger Stefan’s back on.” Kai offers. “I can look into solutions, if you’d like. Those thousands of ancestral grimoires are bound to have something helpful.” His face then lights up. “You can look at them, too, if you’d like.”

Learning new magic always excites Bonnie. The prospect of Kai showing her centuries of his coven’s knowledge, to not only learn more, but also get to know him better, has her smiling from ear-to-ear. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She pulls away from him, convincing herself to leave his company.

“Really?”

“Mhm.” She playfully tosses the wrinkled cheerleader uniform at him and grins. “See you around, Parker.”

He catches it, then throws her a lopsided smile and a wink.

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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twenty-six | mission... accomplished?

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the truth.

warnings: lots of physical fighting and swearing, injuries, blood, use of childe's real name, kidnapping, holding people hostage, guns, lots of shouting and yelling, death mentions, threats, use of pocket knife, all the violent stuff

a/n: and the explanation chapter where everything unfolds is finally here! can't believe we only have around 2 chapters left before ma ends. this is 6k+ words so it's like 90% proofread but i'm already sleep-deprived so i'll edit out any mistakes when i wake up

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

the second you hung up the call, scaramouche let out a string of curses, every vulgar word imaginable spilling out of his mouth.

he quickly clicked on your name once again to call you, but it went straight to voicemail, leaving scaramouche to rake a hand through his hair as he yet again cursed out another set of words.

archons, why is it so hard for you to just wait?

scaramouche wondered why you were so adamant on wanting to save yun jin immediately. sure, saving people from danger is one of the main responsibilities of a police officer, but you're, for one, unarmed.

anything could happen to you in the blink of an eye, and you could end up getting hurt.

worst thing of all, archons forbid, you could wind up dead.

who knows what lies behind that cabin? what secrets may unfold? what would happen to you?

scaramouche groaned, hand gripping on the phone tight as he called signora.

the wait went on for a few seconds, before it was finally answered. the call was silent for a few seconds, only the sound of rummaging filling up her line.

“...hello there, scaramouche. what made you call?” signora started, putting away for what scaramouche assumed were case files. “i'm kind of in the middle of packing up my things, our shift just ended.”

the ravenette threw his phone on the passenger seat after he pressed the speaker button, already driving out of the parking lot of his dorm building.

“head for the cabin, now. y/n's in danger.”

the background noise in signora's line stopped, as the woman slowly registered his words. “what… what cabin?” she asked, still in disbelief. “and what do you mean y/n's in danger? did viktor do something to her?” she continued.

signora shouted in the background, telling everyone about the current situation.

“just– just track my car! i don't have time to talk, i need to get there as soon as possible.” scaramouche had just exited campus, the car slowly speeding up its acceleration.

“balladeer, you're unarmed. i know you want to get there quick, but at least wait for the others here. we're getting our gear.”

scaramouche groaned as he was stopped at a traffic light, the heater of his car making him sweat instead of warming him up from the cold. he had just about the right mind to cut the traffic light and speed up to the cabin, even if it meant getting a speed ticket.

signora was still ordering around on her line of the call, the busy precint turning into chaos. the woman came back to her phone, panting due to running around. “i'll get your gear too. don't do stupid shit until i get there.” she demanded, voice cold.

scaramouche paid no mind to her words as he continued driving after the light turned green, building up the speed once again.

like hell he'd wait for her and the others.

“viktor?”

you stood there in shock, not believing the sight you're seeing right now.

why is he the one tied up to the chair?

where's yun jin?

the brunette looked up at you, mouth covered with a cloth. he made noises, quickly trying to get out of the restraints, but to no avail.

you didn't untie him.

“no, wait. i don't understand.” you stepped back, further away from viktor. “why are you tied up? where the hell is yun jin!?”

viktor tried talking, but was muffled by the cloth that was tightly wrapped around his mouth, refraining him from making any loud noise.

you were still skeptical on untying him, so you only helped getting the cloth off of his mouth so that he'd start talking. walking over back to him, you pried off the cloth until it was hanging loose around his neck.

viktor panted the second you removed the cloth, catching his breath. you, however, swiftly grabbed his jaw to make him look up to you, eyes staring daggers.

“tell me where yun jin is. now.”

the man beneath you stared at you with wide eyes, quivering. he seemed... scared, as if there's someone else who's way above him.

you were about to question why he was trembling when the sound of claps resonated around the room.

“my, i thought the ever almighty detective l/n would have figured everything out by now. it seemed like i was awfully wrong.”

you let go of viktor's face, snapping your head to the familiar voice.

the sight of yun jin standing in the corner of the room left you in shock.

eyes wide, you glanced at her up and down, still in incredulity. “yu…yun jin?” you trailed off as yun jin stepped forward from the dark, the single light bulb in the cabin illuminating her figure once she's merely a few steps away from you.

“hm? you really haven't pieced the puzzles together?” she asked, expression confused, as though she was having a normal conversation with you.

you furrowed your brows, pondering on her words. what did she mean by piecing the puzzles together…? isn't viktor the serial killer?

you were certain, no, you were dead positive that viktor was behind all of this, so why would he be the one tied up, and yun jin the one to walk around freely…

as the cogs in your brain started working, you finally widened your eyes once again at the realisation, clenching your fists.

“you're not saying you're…”

yun jin cackled, making you purse your lips. it continued on for the next couple of seconds, until her laugh slowly came to a stop as she exhaled heavily.

she stepped closer towards you, causing you to instinctively step a couple of steps back. yun jin halted in her tracks, crossing her arms. “took you long enough, no?” she questioned, raising a brow. “you know, y/n, i really thought you'd suspect me the second i appeared, but you still had eyes on viktor. it makes me sad you'd only see him as the target.” she said, sighing.

“then this went on for the next few months, which i honestly grew tired of. which finally led to today, where i decided to just face you off myself.”

you narrowed your eyes. “yun jin… you're the serial killer all along?” you slowly glanced at viktor, who was still shaking. “what… what about him?”

“oh?” yun jin inquired. “well, he's just viktor stepanov, the normal kind, but i'll let you on a little secret i have. i was also viktor stepanov too.” she explained, causing you to freeze up.

you shook your head, still trying to wrap the information around your head. what did she mean by that?

did she use him as a pawn?

did she only use him as a cover up in case anything happens?

“so… you're saying that you're— the viktor stepanov i've always known?”

yun jin smiled mischievously, clapping once again. “splendid! you answered correctly!” she chirped, eyes closed. she opened them once again, and the same cynical expression is back. “knew you were an excellent detective.” she muttered, and you slightly shivered from the tone of her voice.

“during the nights where i kill off my victims, i am viktor stepanov.” she announced, and you gritted your teeth.

at first, you were damn sure it was all viktor's doing, but now, it seemed like a whole new different story.

yun jin shrugged, tapping her foot on the wooden floor. “i disguise myself as my dear boyfriend, and continue on with my hobby.” you scoffed when she had called killing people her hobby.

what a monstrous human being.

“though, i wouldn't say he's that innocent either.” yun jin pointed out to viktor, causing him to jump in his seat. “isn't that right, sweetheart?”

“y– yes, yes!” he stammered, eyes as wide as saucers. yun jin grinned, looking back at you. “wanna know what he did?” she asked you.

gulping, you slowly nod, unable to form the words yourself. if anything, yun jin has you in a chokehold right now.

yun jin stepped a little closer to you, and you were unable to step back, given how you were quite frozen up from the missile of information you were currently receiving.

“he did you a favor and killed off that guy you were so traumatized about.”

you furrowed your brows. “...what… guy?”

if you could recall, there's no other people that'd fit the criteria, other than…

eyes wide, you opened your mouth to speak, but was stopped when yun jin jabbed a finger to your shoulder, right at the spot that took the biggest toll on your life.

“you know, the guy that gave you this?” she poked at the spot multiple times, as if to further prove her statement. on instinct, you slapped yun jin's hand away, harshly. “don't touch me, you dipshit.” yun jin raised a brow once again as you mumbled out those words, rubbing the hand that you had just slapped away.

her expression turned cold, and next thing you knew, your head was swiftly turned sideways, the stinging sensation still tingling on your cheek as yun jin had just slapped you.

fuck, you thought to yourself, it stings.

she huffed, rubbing her hand to soothe it once again. “you really ought to watch your language, detective.” yun jin pouted. “saying such vulgar words towards a normal citizen for no reason, you'd get a punishment from the department, no?”

“you're not a normal citizen, you're a fucking psychopath.”

yun jin glared at you, and you stood your ground, ignoring how your cheek was stinging really bad. “how did you even figure out i was an undercover cop?” you looked up to her.

“frankly speaking, you're quite the popular one, y/n. your face was all over the news the day after you were shot.” she said, turning on her heel to walk away from you. “i'm surprised everyone here in campus forgot about it, well, except for me of course.” yun jin stopped in front of viktor.

the brunette jolted, looking sideways to avoid her piercing gaze. “i actually do have accomplices other than my dearest, and they just so happened to be acquainted with you.”

you froze. “what do you mean by that?”

“your co-workers that go by the codename of the knave and childe, i'm sure you're pretty familiar with those two, right?” she asked, staring down at viktor as he trembled beneath her.

snapping your head to yun jin, you spoke. “what?”

ajax and arlecchino?

“well, i really wouldn't say they were my accomplice per se.” yun jin explained, hands making gestures. “just gave them a small threat if they wouldn't oblige is all.”

“what... what the hell did you do to them?”

she smiled down at viktor, before glancing up to you. “i told them during their fill-in when you were at your trial that if word got out, that i'm the one you were supposed to look for all along, their loved ones would be my next victims.” she sighed, crossing her arms. “especially that… childe guy. he was practically begging on his knees to not lay a finger on his family.” she continued, and you clenched your jaw upon hearing her words.

she dared threaten his family's life, his siblings' life over… over some measly cover?

if that's not the worst thing a human could possibly ever do to someone, then you don't know what is.

“but of course they'd still continue on with their lives normally, just the exception that i have eyes on their every movement.” she stepped back, heading back to the corner she had just appeared from a moment ago. “funny thing is, they're actually here right now.” she stopped, holding two huge empty sacks in her hands before pulling them off to reveal your colleagues, childe and arlecchino.

you widened your eyes as you tore your gaze away from yun jin's figure to look at your friends, who were both tied up and had their mouths covered. childe tried wiggling out from the huge rope that tied his legs and hands, and arlecchino helplessly tried shouting through the gag in her mouth.

you hurriedly walked over to their direction to help them, but stopped in your tracks when yun jin spoke her next words.

“one step closer, and these dear friends of yours won't ever see daylight again.”

“what the hell do you mean arlecchino and childe are not there? did they take their leave early?” scaramouche gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly, cursing out as he was stopped, once again, by a red light.

damn these stupid traffic lights.

signora sighed on the other line. “i'm… i don't know how to explain this.” she said as she got in her police van, all armored up. starting the engine, she waited for the others to step in her vehicle. “they didn't show up to work today. i'm guessing they took the day off.”

“how are you not sure? can't you ask the captain about that? you're a sergeant, for archon's sake! what's even the use of your damn title!?”

“you do know i'm here, don't you, balladeer?”

scaramouche stopped for a moment as he heard the tsaritsa's voice. “what… what the hell are you doing inside signora's van? don't you have pierro to drive you around!?” he asked, and the tsaritsa scoffed on the other line.

“pierro's dealing with his other detectives, i wouldn't bother prying.” she explained from the passenger seat. scaramouche heard the sound of signora's van door opening, he assumed a squad of police workers were entering from the back of the van.

signora talked with them in the background, in which scaramouche ignored as he continued speeding after the traffic light turned green, stepping on the gas pedal a little too hard.

“balladeer, slow down with the driving, will you?” the tsaritsa spoke, causing scaramouche to scoff as he ignored her comment.

he made a turn to the left. “why should i listen to you? y/n is in danger, i have to get to her as soon as possible.”

“and what do you plan on doing when you do get there?”

scaramouche froze, the acceleration of his car slowing down. the tsaritsa's question left him baffled for a moment.

what am i going to do when i get there? he repeated the question to himself.

“i…” he trailed off, unable to form the right words. “i– i don't know! but i'm not gonna let y/n deal whatever is going on there by herself!” he exclaimed, continuing on focusing on the road.

“why? isn't y/n capable of taking down criminals by herself? why is it so important for you to get there quickly?”

scaramouche bit his lip as the tsaritsa never stopped with her never ending questions. the ravenette felt like he was a criminal being interrogated in the interrogation room.

“she's a pretty good detective, so she's really independent–”

“because i love her, damn it!” scaramouche blurted before he could even stop himself, as he was once again stopped at a traffic light. he wasn't sure he was cursing due to being stuck at a red light once again, or the thought of possibly losing you was filling up in his head.

scaramouche raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “i can't afford to lose her, definitely not again.”

the tsaritsa smiled on the other line, which went unperceived by scaramouche. someone coughed in the background, making scaramouche tilt his head to look at his phone on the passenger seat of his car.

“what?”

“you know.” a familiar voice said, which made scaramouche widened his eyes. “most of your colleagues are here.”

scaramouche picked up his phone. “pantalone. why the fuck are you with signora? you're supposed to be with pierro!” he screamed through the phone.

“well, there's kinda been a change of plans. signora's subordinates are with pierro…” another voice said, belonging to sandrone.

the ravenette hovered his finger over the red button on his phone screen. “if this gets out, i will kill each and every one of you in that fucking van.”

scaramouche ended the call.

he couldn't decide which was worst, the fact that he had quite literally professed his love for you in front of his co-workers, or the fact that he had just spit out that said four letter word from his mouth.

gritting your teeth, you clenched your fists in frustration, staring at her back. yun jin turned around, ignoring the whines and whimpers of the two people tied up together on the floor.

“why do you do this, yun jin? what do you even gain from all of this?”

yun jin chuckled, walking back to you. “i just enjoy the thrill of messing with people's lives.” she shrugged. “also, the faces and expressions they make, they're all amusing to look at.”

the filthy words she said made you gag, and you just had the urge to jump at her and end this, once and for all. but interrogating her can stall you some time, and you could gather more evidence, in case things gets twisted around.

this conversation will be of great use later, as the phone in your pocket was recording everything.

yun jin may be smart, but she could never deceive a genius detective like you.

“what about choosing criminology? and your dream of becoming a police officer?”

she was laughing now, hands over her stomach. “you– you're so funny! you really think that i wanted to choose that stupid course solely because i wanted to become a cop?” she continued on laughing as you stared at her. “i simply chose criminology to understand better on how to become the perfect criminal. by learning this field, i could improve on things, and avoid making such mistakes like these other lousy criminals did.” she explained, causing you to furrow your brows.

right, you have to calm down. don't let her words get to you.

you inhaled deeply before speaking. “but why waste your skills by dragging everyone here? you do know that i could arrest you any time now.”

“ah, did i not tell you?” she asked, to which no one in the cabin answered. yun jin walked closer to you until her face was mere inches away from yours. “no one here is coming out alive.”

you faked a smile, crossing your arms. “you wouldn't even dare to point a knife at me.” you muttered, breath fanning hers. yun jin grinned, pulling herself away from you. “i know! that's why i'm gonna assign this job to someone else.” she beamed, walking over to viktor.

snapping your head to her figure, you took a moment to read the situation.

is she really going to make viktor kill you?

sure, viktor isn't exactly innocent, given how he had killed james, the guy who tried to end your life over a year ago. but is she seriously going to make him stain his hands again with someone else's blood?

yun jin really is a psychopath.

“viktor, viktor.” she sighed, crouching down, just enough to look to his eye level. “would you do your beloved girlfriend a favor?”

the brunette hesitated on answering, making yun jin kick his shins harshly. viktor jumped in his seat, hands making movements from behind the chair from the action. “y–yes! i'll do anything for you, love.” his words made the young woman smile softly, reaching her hand to the back of her pocket to pull out something.

yun jin crouched down fully, cutting off the rope that was restraining his legs and hands with the pocket knife she had just pulled out.

she handed the pocket knife to him as he was freed. “have fun with y/n.” she mumbled.

you can't be serious, you thought to yourself as you stepped back, scanning your eyes to your surroundings to see if there was anything you could use to defend yourself, but it served no use as the cabin was almost empty.

huffing, you braced yourself as you focused on the current situation instead. “you're making a wrong mistake here, viktor.” the tall man slowly walked closer to you, hand gripping onto the pocket knife tightly. “you can't get away with this once you lay your hands on me.”

“s–sorry, luna—” viktor shrieked when yun jin kicked his legs from behind. “i–i mean– y/n! i've got to do this!”

you frowned, clenching your hands into a fist before releasing. “i can help you, viktor. don't do this, i can get you out of this if you trust me.” you stopped backing away once you've hit a wall.

“i–i can't.” he stammered as he got closer. yun jin smiled mischievously from behind, arms crossed as she witnessed the scene in front of her.

though, when you stared right at viktor, he mouthed something, taking this opportunity as he had his back to yun jin.

help me, please.

you widened your eyes as you read the silent words from his mouth.

get me out of here.

lightly nodding, you hoped yun jin didn't see your signal.

and you hoped viktor would forgive you for what you were about to do.

you suddenly charged at him, bringing him down to the floor. to say that yun jin was shocked would be an understatement.

snatching the pocket knife from him, you quickly stabbed it on the wooden floor, just right beside his head. you looked up to yun jin. “i told you, you wouldn't dare to lay a finger on me.”

yun jin merely scoffed. arlecchino and childe silently sat in the corner as they watched you in awe, as if their lives weren't quite literally hanging on by a thread.

you brushed off the imaginary dust on your shoulder, standing up whilst viktor was still beneath you, lying helplessly on the floor.

“so.” you changed the subject, hoping that she'd entertain you with more details. “what were your reasons behind each victim?”

yun jin glared at you. “what, you're interrogating me or something?”

“just needed to know some things before, well, you know, i die by the hands of you. i'm not gonna lay peacefully in my grave if this case remains unsolved.”

yun jin perked her head up in interest the moment you said you'd die.

if anything, it boosted her ego even more.

“...fine. i'll tell you.” she sighed, bringing up her hand in the air. “they were all my friends. i have a guess you went into my room at some point while i was gone, so you'd probably know who those people are by now.”

you raised a brow, confused. “what?” you asked.

did she mean the pictures of people on her corkboard?

“you heard me right.” yun jin shrugged, tapping her foot to the wooden floor once again. “i befriend my victims before i kill them all off one by one. i need to remember each and every one of them, so i put up all of their pictures on my corkboard. kind of like a memoir, you know?”

you paused. now that's why you were familiar with those faces.

they were the victims.

wait, but anastasia wasn't there, if you could recall.

“what about the chancellor of the university? i don't think i saw her there.”

yun jin chuckled. “if you looked close enough, her picture is there. it just so happens that the picture was too small, so i had to slip it in the corner.” she said, amused. you however, were not, not even in the slightest. “anywho, yes, i did kill her myself. but not because i was her friend, no.” yun jin continued.

“i only killed her because she happened to be one of the victim's mother, and she had suspicions of me. we were out one night, had lots of fun, but after that, she tried filing a lawsuit against me.”

“so i did what i had to do— kill her off.” she explained.

“isn't that gonna backfire on you?”

she grinned even more at your question. “indeed, this thing would backfire immediately, very terribly even. but i wouldn't be the one to be blamed, if you still remember, i am viktor stepanov when i'm in action. so technically i won't be charged for murder, as much as the higher ups hate to admit.”

“you're a horrible person.”

“i know.”

“what do you even plan on doing after all of this?” you asked.

yun jin hummed. “i'll graduate, and move back to my hometown. continue on the legacy of my yun-han opera maybe, and probably design clothes as a side income. those are all a part of my plan.” she said as she approached you. viktor was abruptly ignored on the floor.

“i think that's enough explaining on my part. i'm sure you get the gist of it, no?”

“what about this cabin?” you questioned further, ignoring the way yun jin clicked her tongue as you continued throwing out questions. “why make the move to buy it under your name at the last minute?”

yun jin raised a brow. “i just thought it'd give you some clues since this has been going far too slow for my liking, but it seemed like you still hadn't suspected me as your prime suspect at all, at least not until now. i thought i'd give you the benefit of the doubt since you were a great detective, but i suppose i was wrong after all.”

“i am a great detective, i just never expected you, out of everyone, to betray me like this.”

she chuckled. “betray you? oh how naive you are, y/n. no wonder ivan, no, scaramouche, hated you.” she concluded, stepping closer. you flinched when she sputtered those words. “oh? does he still hate you?” she continued, amusement lacing her voice.

“that's none of your business.”

“i'll take that as a yes.”

yun jin stopped just right in front of you. she leaned her face closer to yours, just like she did a few minutes ago. “you know, y/n. from the moment i approached you, the moment we started being friends–”

“we are not friends–”

“can't you shut up for just one second?”

you glared at her, mouth closed. “as i was saying.” yun jin continued. “i knew you were the perfect nemesis for me. but i won't deny that i enjoy every single moment we spent together, especially during times when you were the most vulnerable. i do feel kind of bad for letting that spotlight take a hit on you though.”

“huh? what do you mean?”

yun jin slightly widened her eyes, before going back to her normal expression. “oh, i haven't told you, have i?” she asked, more to herself, you figured. “i was the one behind the grad ball incident. you know, loose screws on the spotlight, power went out, all of that stuff.” she pulled herself back from your face, facing you normally.

what the actual fuck, you thought to yourself. she was the one behind that?

not only that, if it weren't for that incident, you would still have a blossoming relationship with scaramouche.

if it weren't for that incident, you wouldn't have the worst fight with scaramouche.

and if it weren't for that incident, you wouldn't have ruined everything you had with scaramouche.

she was the main reason for your destroyed relationship.

she was the one who ruined everything between you and scaramouche.

she was responsible for everything.

in the heat of the moment, you suddenly strode forward, causing yun jin to stumble back a bit. cracking your knuckles, you went to do the one thing you always wanted to do ever since you found out about the truth.

you punched her, hard.

yun jin fell down to the floor from the impact, right next to viktor, who was too afraid to even move from your last act on him. you towered over yun jin, staring down on her with the most terrifying face known to mankind.

at this point, yun jin's nose was bleeding from the punch, her hand covering her nostrils as she winced in pain, blood trickling down.

childe and arlecchino couldn't help but look at you in awe from the corner, momentarily forgetting that they were all tied and gagged up.

hell, even viktor was astonished by the scene he was witnessing right now.

“i could really care less if you're gonna badmouth whoever the fuck you want. i could care less if you are gonna kill me tonight. i could care even less if you're gonna stand here and insult my detective skills.” you hissed, crouching down to her.

you grabbed onto her collar, making her look up to you. “but fucking up my perfectly healthy relationship with the person i care for the most just because you were petty? that's where i draw the fucking line.”

“do you actually think he cares for you?” her sudden question made you stop, your grip on her collar loosening. “you should really stop caring for people who don't care about you, y/n. if he does care about you, you wouldn't be here all alone. he would've been busting down that door, but he's not, right?” her words got you tongue-tied, unable to reply.

“he– he does care about me. he said– he told me he would be here.”

yun jin laughed. “hah! you're still trying to convince yourself he doesn't hate you. y/n, you two have been enemies for the last five years. do you really think it'd only take a four month ongoing case for him to even stand your presence?”

at this, you completely loosened your grip on her.

no… it can't be true.

after all this time, after everything that's happened between you two, there was no way they were all fake.

the trial. there was no way he'd ever defend you if he hated you.

that one night you spent with him. there was no way he didn't enjoy staying up with you and looking through all the pictures and memories you've had over the last couple of years.

the home-cooked meals he always made. there was no way he'd ever cook you food if he hated your guts.

taking care of you while you were sick.

revealing everything about himself to only you.

comforting you when you needed it the most.

showing the most subtle affections towards you.

there was no way he'd ever do any of that stuff if he couldn't stand you.

no, that'd be impossible.

as you were too busy trying to wrap your head around the fact that scaramouche might still hate you, yun jin took the opportunity to charge at you, knocking you down to the floor.

both of your positions have changed now, and you were trying your best to sit up, if it weren't for yun jin holding you down by wrapping a hand around your throat, restricting you from breathing.

you grabbed her hand, attempting to pry it off your neck. yun jin merely scoffed as she looked down to you, as you helplessly tried to survive from the chokehold she had on you (literally).

“you're always so distracted just by the mention of his name, it really reminds me how madly in love you are with him.”

“i–i'm not—”

yun jin arched a brow. “despite being at your possible last breath, you're still trying to deny your feelings, huh?” her words were ignored as you struggled wriggling your way out of this.

you really couldn't fucking breathe.

“i intended on saving you for last because i thought i'd have some little more fun with you.” yun jin sighed, hand tightening around your neck. “but it looks like you'll have to go first, poor you.” she mocked pity, eyeing the pocket knife that was stabbed to the wooden floor beside viktor's head before quickly grabbing ahold of it, pulling it out from the floor.

she pointed the sharp knife towards you. “say goodbye, dear.” she said, bringing the knife upwards before aiming for your chest, her hand moving as quick as lightning.

but your movements were far quicker than hers.

you kicked her stomach using your foot, the action causing yun jin to fall down on her back, lurching in pain. catching your breath, you panted as you hurriedly scrambled to get the pocket knife from her.

yun jin quickly regained composure just before you got to snatch the knife away, pointing it towards you more firmly.

“get closer, and i am stabbing you until you're battered to death.”

scaramouche was getting closer now, just around five minutes and he'd be there, saving you from whatever the hell was going on in that cabin.

the ravenette was already anxious and scared for your safety, and the fact that you haven't picked up your phone to answer his call made everything worse.

he knew that using his phone while driving is something he should not do, but he could really care less at the moment.

after his third attempt, however, you still didn't answer.

“stop fucking with me, y/n. he mumbled out, hitting on the gas pedal as he continued speeding to his destination.

“just tell me you're safe, or whatever, just anything, please.” his voice was cracking now, his foot on the gas pedal never stopping. after calling you for the fourth time, it still remained the same.

scaramouche gritted his teeth as he threw his phone back on the passenger seat in frustration.

it's okay, he thought to himself. calm down, y/n's capable of dealing with the situation by herself.

but what if she couldn't?

what if the same thing from a year ago happens again?

what if he actually loses you this time?

no, he can't even bear the thought of you not being by his side anymore.

he can't afford to lose you.

definitely not right now.

scaramouche continued speeding, not caring if it'd get him a speeding ticket.

what's important is that he'd get to you as soon as possible.

before it's too late.

your ministrations of battling with yun jin went on for the past few minutes, and before you knew it, both you and yun jin were injured, cuts and bruises forming on both of your skins.

for the most part, you were the one that was mostly injured, compared to yun jin, who only had a couple of scratches.

you had no doubt you'd end up with more injuries, considering that she had a weapon to attack you with, and all you could do is defend yourself with the defensive stunts you had learned back in the academy.

at one point though, you managed to snatch the pocket knife away from her. out of instinct, instead of attacking her with the weapon, you instead turned the knife back to its original condition and shoved it across the floor until it reached viktor.

“viktor— use that to get them out of those restraints!” you referred to childe and arlecchino, who were tied up in the corner, and viktor slowly scrambled to his feet at your command. “after that— get out of this cabin and get to safety, now!” viktor profusely nodded, slightly trembling as he stumbled his way to childe and arlecchino, but stopped when yun jin spoke next.

“dearest, you really wouldn't betray your sweet girl, won't you?” yun jin's words made you curse under your breath, kicking her down so that she won't get in viktor's way.

you snapped your head back to the brunette. “i'll–i'll try to lift off your charges! and you won't have to deal with this stupid woman anymore!”

viktor was flickering his eyes between you and yun jin, as if contemplating whether he should be siding with you, or the woman beneath you.

shaking his head, he turned back to saunter over to childe and arlecchino, freeing them using the pocket knife you've given him.

yun jin grumbled, forcefully kicking you in the legs, causing you to fall down to the floor. at this opportunity, yun jin tried standing up and charge at viktor, before you stopped her by the wrist, pulling her down harshly.

“stop–stop telling my boyfriend what to do!” she yelped, slapping you across your face with her free hand.

you held in the pain as you continued on holding her down, not letting her get her hands on viktor, nor your friends.

“s–stop! he's– he's the only one i have left! don't make him leave!” yun jin pleaded, causing you to freeze.

is she really begging for him to come back right now?

even after everything she's caused?

viktor quickly cut off the rope that were bound to their hands and legs, and removed the cloth that was gagging their mouths. childe and arlecchino breathed heavily, regaining composure. the tall brunette helped them up, and they hesitantly accepted his hand.

as soon as they had stood up, childe shouted from the corner. “i–i'm coming for you, y/n!” arlecchino nodded a couple of times, agreeing with the man beside her. “y–yeah! we're gonna kick her ass!”

you clicked your tongue. “get out of here! it's not safe for you!” you replied, which made childe and arlecchino glare at you.

“there's no way we're leaving you here!” childe and arlecchino tried stomping their way towards you, but stopped abruptly when you spoke.

“get the fuck out of here, right. now.” you snapped, making both of your friends flinch from the tone of your voice.

they reluctantly obliged, running to the door with viktor as yun jin continued begging for him to come back.

you hurriedly stood up, and so did yun jin.

“i'm going to kill you for what you've done!” yun jin spat, heading over to the kitchen.

you were about to question her as to why she was walking towards the kitchen, before she stopped in front of a counter and pulled out something from the kitchen drawer.

yun jin turned back to look at you, an expression way different from what she usually looked like. her eyes were wide, smiling until the corners of her mouth reached to her cheeks, exactly like what a psychopath would look like.

and it was no better that she was holding a gun in her hand.

scaramouche was only a minute away from the cabin, he could practically see it in the distance by now.

and scaramouche slowly came to a stop, parking a few meters away from the cabin so as to not startle anyone from inside it.

he quickly leaned over to the passenger seat to open up his glove compartment. he rummaged through the pile of stuff in there before finally grabbing the one thing he needed at the moment.

scaramouche checked his spare gun properly, making sure it's loaded and wasn't empty. he wasn't exactly supposed to bring a gun for undercover cases, but he figured that it wouldn't hurt to save an extra, in case a situation like this would happen.

he slammed his glove compartment shut, and when he shot his eyes back to the cabin, the sight of childe, arlecchino and viktor getting out greeted him.

scaramouche hurriedly turned off his car lights and engine, getting out from his car. the chilly wind of snezhnaya nipped at his skin, and he slightly shivered from the cold.

he was so worried of you that he had forgotten to bring his own jacket, leaving it hanging at your shared dorm.

his indigo eyes narrowed at the three people in the distance, holding his gun as he slowly approached them.

childe perked his head up at the sound of branches breaking from scaramouche's direction, and he smiled, heading towards the shorter male.

“stay where you are.” scaramouche commanded, causing childe to frown, arlecchino and viktor standing at either side of him. he wanted to ask why his two other colleagues were here at the cabin, but it was probably best to save it for later.

“but we–”

“why the fuck is viktor with you two?” scaramouche cut him off, gun already pointing at viktor.

viktor yelped at his actions, hiding behind childe to shield himself.

childe furrowed his brows, confusion plastered on his face. “he's innocent! yun jin's the one behind all of this!”

at his words, scaramouche slowly lowered his gun as he looked at childe, trying to see if he was lying. after a few seconds, he sighed.

scaramouche had an inkling it was her ever since he found out about the cabin, yet it didn't serve much of an evidence that could circulate to her as the prime suspect, unlike viktor, who had every single lead pointed back at him.

“y/n's in there!” arlecchino broke the awkward silence, causing scaramouche to snap his head back up. “she's– she's with yun jin! we tried helping her– but she cussed us off. you're probably the only one who could help her!” she continued.

scaramouche cursed under his breath, speed-walking towards their direction. they stumbled back at his sudden movement, but scaramouche's next words got them scrambling back to his car.

“get inside my car, or i'll end the three of you here right this second.”

you raised your hands up in defense, stepping backwards.

“yun jin.” you started, looking at her.

in a state like this, it was best for you to stay calm, avoiding yourself from triggering her, and also the gun in her hand.

you've learned that being cocky won't help you from getting out of a situation like this, turning it into a lesson for the mistakes you did when you went through the same thing over a year ago.

yun jin giggled, much like a crazy drunkard you always see in the streets of snezhnaya. “heh, what? this thing scares you?” she inquired, waving off the gun in the air, causing you to slightly duck as you continued on backing away.

“i carry that ‘thing’ on a daily basis, i wouldn't be afraid of such a lousy gun.” you partially lied.

it was true that you're not scared of guns, especially when you have one yourself by your duty belt every day at your job, but it didn't mean that it doesn't scare you when it's in the hands of someone else.

the incident from last year played back in your mind, and you shut your eyes to let go of those negative thoughts.

no, calm down, y/n. this is nothing, you're gonna live.

you repeated the same thing in your head multiple times, yet it was no use.

you had a feeling that the opposite would happen instead.

as you opened your eyes, yun jin was suddenly right in front of you, gun pointing towards your figure.

“y/n.” she called out to you, eyes wide. “what have you done...? you– you've ruined everything for me. you ruined my– you ruined my plan, you even– you drove my boyfriend away from me! how could you?” you chose to not reply to her, when the answer was already obvious enough.

“you're such a– you're a bitch! you should've just died last year so that i wouldn't have to deal with you! all you do is cause trouble for me!” her words caused a pang in your chest, but you decided to ignore it. now's not the time.

“do you have anything to say for yourself before you die?”

you saw a subtle of light from the only window in the cabin, for what you assumed were a car pulling up. it's either him or the squad, you thought to yourself.

either way, they won't be quick enough.

averting your attention back to yun jin, you put up a small smile at the sudden realisation that had dawned on you.

yun jin tilted her head slightly, confused at your expression right now. “what are you smiling about?” she asked, skeptical.

“nothing.” you were still smiling. “i just had deja vu, is all.”

she was still confused, but cocked the gun nonetheless.

“well, i guess this is goodbye.” she shrugged, pointing the gun to your head.

“enjoy your life.”

“i certainly will after i kill you.”

the door to the cabin suddenly slammed open, causing yun jin to jump in shock.

she fired the gun in her hand in panic.

you were sure you heard two gunshots.

guys i'm sorry for making yun jin the bad guy i know she's like, the greenest of flags in the game but i just had to do it for the sake of the plot okay </3

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