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fanficshiddles · 3 years

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Toy For Their Pet, One Shot

Summary: Hela and Agatha have a pet Jotun!Loki. But they needed to find him a toy to keep him satisfied. Poor mortal Cora is kidnapped and thrown in to the wild beast to appease him.

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, knotting, rimming.

‘I know I said to bring her here without causing a scene, but I didn’t mean to knock the poor thing out.’ Agatha said.

‘It’s fine, she’s fine. Look, she’s starting to come round already.’ Hela said in defence.

Cora heard the two female voices as she started to wake. When she opened her eyes, she struggled to focus and keep them open. Her body felt heavy, especially her head. Like she had been drugged or hit.

She tried to sit up, but then the room started spinning and she couldn’t focus on the two women there.

‘Oh no, easy, sweetheart. Don’t move too fast.’ Agatha said as she rushed over to Cora and sat next to her, helping her to sit up a bit as she put her arm around her.

Hela rolled her eyes and walked closer, hands on her hips. ‘We don’t have long before he will be awake. I don’t want to have to punish him again just for being horny.’

Cora was too confused to properly take in the conversation. One minute she was minding her own business in her home, the next she was swiftly knocked out. Now she woke up… wherever the hell she was.

‘Wh… what… what’s going on? Where am I?’ She asked groggily as she put her hand up to her head.

‘Relax, honey. We’re not going to hurt you, as long as you’re a good girl and do as you’re told. Ok?’ Agatha said softly, tucking Cora’s hair behind her ear.

Cora’s eyes widened as she was finally able to focus more. Agatha’s words chilled her to the core.

She looked at the woman next to her and the one standing on front of her… and realised she recognised them. It was hard not to realise who they were, from seeing them on the news.

The fact they weren’t exactly hiding themselves made it blaringly obvious they weren’t just two ordinary women. Hela was wearing Asgardian type light armour, her long black hair encased her face with her bold and intimidating make-up.

Agatha looked exactly like you’d expect a real witch to look. Slightly crazy long hair and she wore elegant dark bluey-purple robes.

They were both extremely intimidating in every sense of the manner. Both of them, Hela more so, were very tall. Making Cora feel even more frightened and small.

When she started shaking, Agatha slid her hand round to her back and started rubbing in circles to try and soothe her. But Cora was too scared, she tried to make a run for it but when she stood and took a few steps, she stumbled as she had stood up far too quickly, then she found herself captured in Hela’s arms.

‘You’re not going anywhere, pet.’ She said as Cora started struggling in her grasp.

‘Please… please don’t hurt me. What do you want with me?’ Cora sobbed.

Hela kept an arm clamped around her middle as she gripped her chin to force her to look at her.

‘As my dearest Agatha said, we aren’t going to hurt you… But he might.’ She grinned and motioned to the right with her head.

Cora looked over and she could barely contain a scream. There was a large glass wall that showed through into another room. But right at the front, at the glass… was Loki. A frost giant. She knew of him too from the news, he had been attacking people at random in London. Unable to change back into his Asgardian form, until he suddenly just vanished. Now, Cora knew where he had vanished to...

He was standing right at the glass, hands flat on it as he stared intently over at her. His red eyes blazing at her hungrily, he looked terrifying. And he was naked, his blue skin was really striking with his Jotun markings all over him. But what she also noticed was that he was extremely aroused.

‘Wh… what… no… please.’ Cora sobbed and panicked all over again, struggling against Hela but to the God she was just like a kitten squirming in her arms.

Agatha stood up quickly and walked over next to Cora, looking at Loki too. Hela still had a firm hold of Cora, but Agatha slid her hand up to the back of Cora’s neck and stroked on her skin softly. But it did nothing to ease Cora’s fear.

‘He won’t hurt you… If you just submit to him, let him do what he wants with you. He is just rather… insatiable.’ Agatha said calmly.

Hela looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. Agatha shrugged and mouthed ‘Don’t scare her off before we even get her in there!’

‘Wh… why me? Please, I can’t… I’m scared.’ Cora begged, hoping the women would take pity on her.

Hela lifted her up with ease and started carrying her over towards the door that led through to where Loki was. He was pacing back and fore now behind the glass, eyes blazing hungrily as he kept locked on to Cora.

‘NO! PLEASE!’ Cora tried kicking out but she was getting nowhere.

‘Don’t tire yourself out, dear. You are going to need all the strength you can get.’ Hela purred and unlocked the door with a flick of her finger and a glimmer of magic.

She looked over at Agatha, who followed and nodded at Hela. When Hela opened the door, Agatha went in first, using her magic to put up a powerful shield to keep Loki back.

He tried to get over, but was kept back by Agatha’s magic as she entered, with Hela and Cora close behind her. Loki was snarling and growling at them, salivating at the mouth and desperate to get to the mortal girl.

He was massive in every sense of the word. A frost giant to the core. Cora thought she was going to pass out again.

Hela suddenly threw Cora onto Loki’s bed, she went sprawling across it. Agatha and Hela backed out of the room.

Cora tried to make a mad rush for the door as it closed and she heard it locking. But she had barely taken a few steps away from the bed when Loki slammed into her.

She screamed, but wasn’t sure what scared her the most. Being trapped with such a wild being, or the fact he was ice cold to touch. His body was over her instantly on the bed, trapping her beneath him.

Loki shoved his face into her neck and in-haled her scent, growling as he did so. She froze while he studied her, terrified to move in-case she angered him. He began sniffing down her body and with his long nails started tearing at her clothes.

Agatha and Hela stood by the glass, watching intently. Hela leaned on Agatha, her elbow resting on her shoulder. ‘You know, love… I think we might have finally found the right pet for our pet.’ Hela said as she watched Loki tearing at Cora’s clothes and then he began sniffing her all over.

Agatha tapped her lower lip and nodded slowly. ‘I think we have. At least he hasn’t torn into her like the last one.’

Hela sighed softly. ‘She was a stunning woman. Such a mess to clean up, though.’

‘She was... But Cora is a pretty little thing. I think she is more suited for our Loki.’ Agatha slipped her arm around Hela.

They continued watching, pleased that Loki had taken to Cora. Finally, finding the right mate for him. He had already started bonding with her and marking her, licking her skin. He started with her stomach, running his tongue all over her.

Cora was crying quietly, too scared to move or argue with him. She knew there would be no chance of escape, anyway. The best thing she could do, was just let him do what he wanted and get out of there alive.

The way his tongue was lapping over her skin had her almost squirming, she was a little ticklish and his cold licks were light. But she kept still, bunching her hands into fists at her sides.

Loki licked up her body, around her breasts and over her nipples, making her squeak slightly. She was a bit weirded out, wondering what on earth he was doing exactly and why. As she was practically covered all over in his saliva by the time he was finished with her. Arms, legs, thighs, stomach, sides. When he was at her neck, he also bit her a few times that made her cry out in pain. But he didn’t react to her noises.

The final place he hadn’t yet claimed was between her thighs. When he moved down there and pushed her thighs further open, she tried to snap them shut but he growled deeply and bit her thigh really hard, making her bleed.

She screamed in agony and then started thrashing around, Loki bit her again on the opposite thigh.

‘You better keep still, honey. Or else you will end up with more bite marks all over you.’ Came Agatha’s voice. It sounded like she was in the room, but Cora knew she wasn’t, she was safe behind the glass.

Cora wept quietly and did her best to just lie there and let Loki do what he was going to do.

Loki hummed in approval when she stopped moving around. He clamped his large hands around her thighs, keeping her spread open for him with terrifying ease with his strength. She couldn’t look down at the monster between her legs, so she opted to look up at the ceiling instead.

When Loki’s cold tongue started lapping at her cunt, she grabbed the bed sheets underneath her. At first, she was repulsed that he was doing this to her. But as his tongue pushed through her folds, gently lapping at her, she found her body falling under his control more and more.

When Loki licked her clit, her body started reacting to it. Little whines came from her and her body jerked each time. Loki smirked against her as he concentrated on that spot for a while, happy with her reactions, the tip of his tongue circling her clit in firm but slow movements.

She was about there, her body being forced into the pleasure. She could feel her impending orgasm… But it was ruined when Loki sucked on her clit and nibbled, sending pain and discomfort through her instead.

‘Ohh poor pet. So close, yet so far.’ Hela said smugly.

‘Mmm, we haven’t had such good entertainment in so long.’ Agatha said, biting her lower lip.

‘Why don’t we make our own entertainment while we watch?’ Hela suggested and with a flick of her wrist, their bed appeared right next to the glass for them to watch and have fun of their own.

Loki flipped Cora over onto her stomach, he treated the back of her to the same treatment. Licking all over, not missing an inch of skin. Her body was cold not only because of his cold nature, but because her skin was cooling fast in the light air around her with his saliva drying on her.

But she panicked when he spread her ass cheeks apart and started licking around her asshole.

‘NO!’ She screamed and tried pulling herself away from him.

Loki snarled angrily, bit her left butt cheek hard and smacked her right cheek with his large palm. Making her scream even louder. She kept still after that, just letting the tears roll down her cheeks. Pleasing Loki for being still, he went back to rimming her. Leaving nothing untouched.

Cora was so relieved when he finally stopped giving her attention there. She really hoped he wouldn’t go back there at any point. She just wanted this nightmare to be over.

But it was far from over.

Loki grabbed her hips and positioned her up on her hands and knees. She so wanted to try crawling forward, away from him, but she knew better now. And the firm grip he had on her was warning enough not to try anything.

She shivered as his cold breath danced against the back of her neck. Suddenly in one smooth motion he mounted her, an arm snaked around her middle while his other hand wrapped around the front of her neck, at the same time his large cock pushed against her wet cunt, seeking entrance. Even that was cold.

Cora was losing her breath, partly from the sheer coldness of it all, having a frost giant pressed against her back and pushing his cock into her was very numbing, mentally and physically. She made a slight movement that Loki thought was her trying to escape him again, so he bit the back of her neck hard, forcing her to submit to him.

Loki ignored her cries and was able to thrust into her fully, forcing her body to yield to him. His ridged and highly alien-like cock was hitting all the right spots inside her. Her mind was at battle with her body.

‘MINE!’ Loki snarled as he held himself deep within her.

It was the first word that Cora had heard from him and it shocked her. His voice was growly and deep.

He became very possessive as he started rutting into her, his balls were slapping against her skin in a loudly lewd manner.

‘Wow, he’s really hammering into her, isn’t he?’ Agatha said. She and Hela had been fondling one another on the bed, but the action between Loki and Cora was too exciting to look away from.

‘Hopefully he doesn’t end up breaking her.’ Hela drawled.

‘Not after taking his time to mark her, I think he’s finally got a toy he’s happy with. He won’t hurt what belongs to him, and she most certainly belongs to him now.’ Agatha said with a big grin as she licked her lips.

The two continued to watch while Loki completed his mating ritual. He started to swell at the base of his cock, he was able to push it into Cora’s cunt when she had an orgasm forcefully, causing her to howl in pain and surprise pleasure as his knot then swelled, locking them together as it throbbed on her g spot.

As Loki started cumming inside his new mate, he locked onto her shoulder with his teeth, drawing more blood from her. No matter how hard she squirmed and tried to move, he wouldn’t let go. He pulsated within her, spilling his cool cum deep into her. She could feel every single drop filling her, it felt like her stomach was going to explode.

Loki collapsed down fully on top of her, almost crushing her. But the mewling from Cora had him quickly rolling them both over so they were on their sides, he kept her close to him though.

She couldn’t stop shivering… a mix of cold, fear and confusion.

Loki nuzzled into her hair, grumbling and making light noises as he stroked over her stomach. He was still knotted inside her, and when he moved a bit, she whimpered as he tugged on her.

He softly kissed her shoulder and the hand on her stomach slid downwards, he lightly touched her clit and when she started moaning, he traced patterns over her until she came on his cock again, her walls fluttered around him as he groaned in pleasure.

‘I’ve never seen him be gentle like that before.’ Hela said as she cocked her head to the side.

‘He’s like you, love. Has his sweet and tender moments, it just takes time to show and the right lover.’ Agatha laughed wickedly at the glare Hela gave her. But she was right.

After Loki ravished poor Cora for hours upon end, she finally passed out in pure exhaustion. Loki’s knot took a while to go down enough for him to slip out of her, a big mess of cum came pooling out.

He wasn’t happy when Agatha and Hela went in to retrieve the mortal. But Hela and Agatha’s powers together was too strong for him. They promised it was just for a short time to let her recover. But Loki’s anger was enough of a sign for them that he was most certainly not happy about her being taken away.

When Cora came round, she wasn’t sure whether she was relieved or not to find herself in Agatha’s arms, on her lap.

‘Hey, honey. Are you alright?’ Agatha smiled sweetly at her.

Cora froze, not sure whether to try escaping or not. Though when she looked around, she saw Hela was sitting right next to them. She knew she wouldn’t have a chance against one of them, never mind two.

Hela reached out towards Cora’s lips with a strawberry in hand. ‘Come on, eat. You must be famished, and you need your strength.’

Cora looked at the offered strawberry like it had insulted her. But her stomach was grumbling, she really was so hungry. She parted her lips and Hela slipped the fruit into her mouth.

‘That’s a good girl.’ Hela praised and hand fed her some more. They were really juicy, so flavoursome. Like from another world.

‘Loki really likes you, which is simply wonderful.’ Agatha beamed happily.

Cora tensed on her lap. ‘I’m so sore.’ She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

‘Shhh, shhh. It’s alright, you’ll get used to it.’ Agatha said softly and began stroking her hair.

‘Please… Please, don’t send me back in there with him.’ Cora sobbed and panicked, she clung to Agatha and buried her face in against her.

Agatha pulled a sad face as she gently rubbed Cora’s back. ‘Oh, sweetie.’ She looked up at Hela, smirking and she winked. ‘Unfortunately for you, Loki has mated with you. You’re bonded now, and for a Jotun that means for life. It would hurt him physically and mentally if we kept you apart... And we just can’t do that to him.’

Hela pursed her lips together at Agatha.

‘Agatha is right, my dear. But don’t worry, we will look after you and make sure you’re well fed and watered. Loki isn’t a complete beast all the time, he will want you to be cared for too. And he will be gentler with you now his initial frenzy has calmed.’ Hela said.

Cora wasn’t so sure about that, she was so sore and was sure her insides were bruised. The thought of having to go back in with him was utterly petrifying.

But she knew she had no choice. Up against a powerful Witch and the Goddess of death? The poor mortal girl had no chance, and she knew it.

She belonged to Hela and Agatha’s pet Jotun now. Nothing more than a toy for their pet.

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varanest · 3 years

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one thing i’ve left to do, discover me, discovering you

a/n: this is a ‘whoever you want to read it with’ piece i have posted and deleted twice but i decided i will post everything that’s on my drafts so - any feedback is appreciated.

As soon as they were in their Uber, he was all over her. His hand slipped between her thighs, slowly working his way up. His face was buried in her neck, his tongue and teeth mapping out the column of her throat. She fisted his hair as he assaulted her neck, keeping her lips firmly together so that her moans didn’t reach the ears of their driver while she dragged his hand up to her cunt.

“Impatient little thing… can’t even wait ‘til we’re home to have my hands on that pretty cunt,” he growled into her skin as his fingers traced the damp circle soaking through her panties. The heat rose to her cheeks, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the filthy words dripping off his lips or from the way their driver’s jaw clenched in annoyance. Didn’t really matter which, though. Maia still grinded against his hand while he murmured cheesy praises into her neck.

Once inside his building, Maia barely got a chance to catch her breath. He had her caged between him and the wall during the elevator ride, letting his hands trail over her sides as he pressed his full weight into her. His thumbs reached just below the underwire of her bra when the elevator doors slid open.

She whined quietly as he pulled off her, already missing the feeling of him practically engulfing her. He was taller than her, maybe six feet tall if she were to guess. When she was pressed up against him, she almost felt small. Little. Like a fragile thing surrounded by him.

It was a foreign feeling. She had never really felt small.

And as his large hand engulfed hers as he pulled her toward his apartment, this giddy, warm feeling pooled in her stomach. Just his hand covering hers made her feel little. That feeling only grew as he tugged her into his apartment before pushing her up against his door. “Fucking finally,” he grumbled before his mouth took hers.

As greedy and hard as his lips on her neck had been, his first kiss to her lips was surprisingly gentle. And warm. His entire body was pressed hard against her, squeezing her body tight between him and the door, but his lips remained soft. And the way his tongue dipped into her mouth… she’d call it filthy if it were more urgent, but the slow pace made it feel reverent.

It was so easy to respond to him, to just shut her mind off and only think about reacting to the tongue exploring her mouth and swallowing his quiet grunts. It wasn’t until minutes later when he pulled away and they were both breathless that she realized how urgent it had become. His hand was now fisting her hair, her hands were gripping his collar, and the two of them were gasping for air.

“Bedroom.” She meant for it to come out like a command. After all, Maia was a little bossy in all aspects of her life, but especially when it came to getting laid. But her voice sounded smaller than it usually does, a little breathless and pleading. And it wasn’t without an effect on him, whose lips smirked and eyes darkened as he took a step back. She almost whined at the loss of contact, but he kept both his hands on her as he walked her toward his bedroom.

This time, he had her up a dresser. He flicked the lights on before slamming his lips back onto her neck, this time on the other side… perhaps his way of making sure there was an even distribution of his marks when Maia woke up in the morning.

She tried to get back into it, but she was itching to turn the light back off. Its presence transformed her excitement into fear. Fear of him seeing her naked. Fear that he wouldn’t like what he saw. Fear that every dimple on her thighs and roll on her stomach would repulse him.

Before her thoughts took the dark turn into a full-on body-loathing spiral, she asked, “Could we keep the lights off?”

He blinked several times, his brows furrowed as he processed her question. He was going to ask her why. They always asked why. And then Maia would try to downplay it, but he wouldn’t buy it. And next thing she knows she’s spilling all her body image problems onto a stranger instead of having sex. Fuck, she should have just kept her mouth shut and suffered through having the light on.

After a beat, his face faltered. “Yeah, okay,” he murmured before flicking it back off. Relief should have washed over her once the lights were out. No longer did she have to fear him seeing her naked in a well-lit room. It meant that Maia could fuck him however she wanted without her anxieties about her body ruining it.

But something lurched in her chest at this visible disappointment in his eyes. As he leaned forward to kiss her, she stopped him. “Is that okay?”

“Of course, whatever you want, baby,” he shrugged it off, but Maia stopped him again when he leaned forward. “Okay, I just…”

“You just what?”

“I just wanna see you.” There was no smugness in his voice. No teasing tone that came with all his pick-up lines. No endearment or praise. Just him, with a hint of sadness in his voice, admitting that he wants to see her.

Maia bit down on her lip and stared back at him. The lamppost outside his building illuminated his face in the dark, meaning she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

So, even though her stomach lurched at the thought, she leaned over to flick the light back on, and the change in his demeanor was immediate.

“There you are,” he grinned as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She tilted her head up in time for his lips to glide against hers again, and the contented moan that escaped his throat sent a chill down her body.

He kissed her like he did before, his mouth demanding her full attention. She felt her mind go blank again, only vaguely aware of him tugging off his own jacket. She kicked off her heels next, giggling a bit into his mouth when she realized just how much shorter than him this made her.

She tugged at his shirt next, whining until he helped her get it off. Maia wanted to run her fingers all over the warm, newly exposed skin, but he had other ideas. His fingers worked the zipper of her dress, and Maia felt a familiar panic set in.

Maia tucked her face into his neck, pressing kisses to distract herself from the fact that her dress was about to fall to the ground, exposing every stretch mark to him. “Baby,” he murmured right into her ear. The zipper was completely undone, meaning he was just waiting for Maia to pull her arms out of it and let it fall.

He tilted her chin up with his finger, and Maia locked eyes with him. His were warmer than they had been, not the dark, smug eyes that had watched her for most of the night. She relaxed under his gaze, letting her dress fall to the floor with an easy exhale.

His body snapped back into focus. His hands gripped her waist as he walked her back to his bed. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled right into her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe. “Gorgeous.” She was about to roll her eyes again when the back of her legs hit his mattress. She fell back onto the comforter with a thud. A giggle escaped her lips. There was no way that was hot or graceful.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were raking over her… staring at her uncovered body for the first time. God, she should have kept the lights off. His soft eyes lingered on her chest, which wasn’t surprising. One silver lining for Maia’s weight gain had been the massive breasts that came with it. But when his gaze drifted lower, her arms automatically came up to cover her stomach.

”Maia.” His voice broke on that one syllable. It was low, gravelly, and forlorn. “Will you let me look at you some more?”

She kept her eyes trained on his face as she removed her arms, and there was a small twitch at his lips, curving the corners of his mouth up. His eyes didn’t leave her body as his hands slid up and down her bare thighs. And just when she got her heart rate down again and relaxed into his touch, he whispered one quiet, earnest word that sent a shudder through her entire body.

“Beautiful.”

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acraftedmistake · 3 years

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A Person Who Has Never Played MCSM Writes A Story About MCSM Chp. 18

Jesse stared at his breakfast. He hasn’t touched it. It was pancakes. He loved pancakes, but he wasn’t hungry. He hasn’t been hungry for a while. Everything looked so unappetizing. Everything’s been making him sick.

His friends were all around him, talking to each other as they ate their breakfast, but he wasn’t paying attention.

The Gatherings have been ruining his sleep. He used to hate being dragged to the shrine so late in the day, he hated forcing himself to stay awake as the Visions spoke, he hated giving them so much of his time and energy, but now? He’s adjusted to it. And he hates it. He’ll find himself lying wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling or squeezing his eyes shut, trying to fall asleep so he doesn’t drift off in the middle of the night, making his friends worry again.

Some nights he’ll be absolutely exhausted. He’ll stay up all evening, his mind and body begging for him to sleep, but whenever he’d finally slip into bed, he’d be wide awake.

Anytime his friends questioned him about it, wondering if there was anything going on, Jesse would tell them he’s been having nightmares. He wasn’t completely lying. The days he could fall asleep, he’d dream of Lukas. He’d always try to get close to him, but something would always pull him away. He’d try to cry out and run towards him, to hug him, but something would hold Jesse back, and Lukas could never hear him. Sometimes he’d watch Lukas get dragged into the ground, or ripped apart by the members of The Awakening, and there was nothing he could do.

Other times his dreams would be another friend. Aiden disappearing and never being seen again, Gill getting impaled, Cassie burning in the Nether, Olivia falling…

Then there’d be the dreams about himself.

They’d start out so normal, he’d believe he was actually awake. He’d be downstairs with his friends, talking, maybe Hadrian and Mevia came over, then someone would brush their hand against his neck. He’d never comment on it, he wouldn’t even notice it at first. Then another would run their fingers through his hair, hold his shoulders, an arm would wrap around him and hold him close to whoever was nearby until more and more hands were feeling around him, like they were searching for something on him. In him. They’d keep touching him, trying to pry his hands open to hold them, they’d tear his clothes and search his skin, and Jesse would be trying so hard to escape that he wouldn’t notice the living room had distorted into the shrine.

There’d come a point where the hands were feeling all around him, and he couldn’t do a thing. Just let them feel him. He hated the fingers crawling across his skin, he hated the warmth of the palms on his face, he hated the touching, he hated--

“What do you think, Jesse?” Olivia asked.

Jesse blinked. He tore his eyes away from the food and looked at Olivia. She looked back, plate in her hands as she waited for his response.

Jesse quickly glanced at his food then back to her, “It’s good! Thanks.”

Olivia frowned, nose scrunching up as she walked past Jesse and into the kitchen.

“You can ask me to repeat myself, you know.” She said, placing her dirty dish in the sink.

“Yeah, sorry.” He gave a crooked smile, “What was the question?”

“I was saying how weird it is that The Awakening’s been attacking our house less.” She turned on the water and started scrubbing. “I mean, not that I’m complaining! I just think it’s odd, you know?”

“They just threw a couple’a rocks and vandalized it a bit, I wouldn’t really call them ‘attacks’.” Aiden said, laying across the couch while Cassie sat on whatever space was left, eating her pancakes.

Stella stood behind the couch with her arms folded, “Oh, and I suppose the time they tried to set our house on fire was also a minor inconvenience?”

“I mean, to be fair, they didn’t really get too far with that. Gill found them while getting the mail and they didn’t even make smoke.” Cassie commented before taking another forkful of her breakfast, syrup and fruit spilling off the plate.

Stella’s mouth hung open, “They still tried to set our house on fire!”

“Could’ve been making s’mores.” Maya added from the armchair with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, stop!” Stella sounded frustrated, but everyone could see the grin on her face. Cassie and Aiden laughed.

No one was really sure if it was actually Awakening members targeting them. With the exception of the men who tried to burn their house down, they’ve never seen who was breaking their windows, marking their house, or mailing them strange, broken relics, but who else had such a burning hatred towards them? It was obvious to them all.

“Let’s be real here, they were clearly intimidated by how strong I am.” Aiden smirked as he flexed his arm.

“Oh really?” Olivia raised her brows.

“Maybe it’s got somethin’ to do with Lukas.” Gill said, sitting back down beside Jesse at the bar table with his third helping of pancakes. He peeked up from his plate and saw how everyone’s smiles dropped. He shrunk, face turning red.

He cut into his cakes, looking away, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to ruin th’mood.”

Everyone was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say next.

Maya spoke up, “He could be right. After we had his funeral, they’ve been slowing down.”

“That is a good point.” Olivia kept her head down as she turned the sink off, “It’s only been some months, but I’ve noticed it too.”

“Maybe they got what they wanted.” Gill picked at his food. He ruined his own appetite.

“Maybe.” Jesse mumbled.

His fingers twitched on the table top, his food was getting more repulsive by the second as a nauseous feeling rose in his stomach. The world began to blur again, and his friends’ voices faded, until all that was left was his thoughts.

This was his fault, wasn’t it?

Maybe the attacks did have something to do with Lukas. Or maybe The Awakening saw Jesse as an actual member. Maybe they didn’t want to attack another member’s home now that he was on ‘their’ side. Why would The Awakening suddenly stop targeting them after one of their enemies ‘disappeared’? Why wouldn’t they go for more? Why wouldn’t they keep trying to tear their home apart?

Jesse stared at his friends. If The Awakening was slowing their attacks because of him, then it’d be best if he drew out his stay, wouldn’t it?

He failed to find out about Lukas. He failed to get information, but if staying for a bit longer meant it protected his friends, then that’s what he’ll do.

He can’t stay forever. He knows he can’t. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t just suddenly leave. What if the attacks worsened? What if they come back stronger than before? What if another one of his friends got taken? It’d be his fault. He’d never forgive himself.

He needed to slowly leave. Bit by bit. One day he’ll arrive a little late to a Gathering, the next he’ll claim he’s sick, and eventually he’ll leave and never look back. He’ll find a way out. There’s always a way out.

There was also that bit of fear, the bit of worry that after he leaves, a member in Obsidian Town will find him. They’ll make a scene. They’ll keep asking him over and over why he wasn’t coming back, and then they’ll spill everything to his friends. They’ll tell them everything. Then his friends will hate him.

What would they think of him? How would they react?

They’d never forgive him. They’d all be so sickened and--and they’d turn him away. They would never look at him again, they’d never trust him again. Aiden, Maya, Olivia, everyone would hate him. They can’t know about this. He can’t tell them. Not yet, maybe not ever. Not until he finds a way out. There’s always a way out. There’s always a way. There’s always a way--

“Hey, are you feeling alright?”

Jesse’s eyes widened and he shot his head to the side. Olivia was sitting beside him, a worried expression on her face.

“You look pale.” She mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Jesse lied with a smile. “Just a bit tired.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Hopefully we didn’t wake anyone up.” Jess mumbled as he picked up the fallen books. He and Olivia have been spending all afternoon trying to block off the windows and the backdoor. They were trying to adjust the bookshelf, but one thing led to another, and now there’s books everywhere.

“Again, I am so sorry.” Olivia said, hurriedly placing the books back onto the shelf. Why did she even suggest moving the shelf in the first place? It was fine where it was before, but no, she thought it’d be better to push it around and press it against the window. She’d slap herself if her hands weren’t full right now.

Jess slid a few books back into place, “Hey, these things happen. I’m just glad you didn’t get crushed.”

Barricading the first floor has been mostly trial and error. At first they thought it’d be best to block the living room’s window with the armchair and the coffee table placed in front of it, while the backdoor was blocked by the bookshelf. However, Olivia pointed out how easy it would be to push the armchair out of the way--along with the fact that Aiden and his friends might want to access their backyard--so they had to rearrange. Now, they’ve put one of the dining table’s chairs against the backdoor’s knobs, they moved the bookshelf across the floor for the second time, and after they finish picking up all these books, they’ll move the armchair in front of the shelf and finally be done.

Jess grabbed the last book and approached the shelf.

Olivia’s hands were on her hips, she skimmed the hundreds of titles before turning to Jess, “These weren’t placed in alphabetical order, were they?”

“I… Hope not? You know what?” Jess shoved the book into a random spot, “Nothing wrong with changing things up. They’ll be fine. Why don’t we move that chair over and call it a day?”

The two got to it. They pulled the armchair across the living room’s rug, pushed it against the bookshelf, then stood back to get a good look at their work.

Jess smiled, “Gotta say, moving the shelf over here was a good idea. Nice thinkin’!”

Olivia smiled back. She was about ready to plop herself onto the couch and let her aching body rest, but then she noticed the front door from the corner of her eye. It was still unprotected.

Jess watched her move closer to it, studying it.

“Thinking of blocking that too?” He tilted his head.

“Perhaps. We could just use another chair…” She tapped her chin, thinking to herself before her eyes lit up, “Or we could make an intruder system!”

They didn’t have to make it, of course, but Olivia hasn’t worked on a single contraption since she’s been here. She’s so used to having a little side project to keep her busy in her spare time, but in this universe she’s had nothing.

“We don’t want to make it impossible for Aiden and his friends to leave the house, and we hardly have any redstone to work with…” She started pacing back and forth, playing with a strand of her hair as she thought out loud. “Maybe if we make a pressure plate, a trapdoor, and tripwire, it’d be enough to work with. We don’t want anything elaborate.”

Jess took a few more steps back, trying to envision what Olivia’s trap would look like.

“We could make a dispenser! Oh, we could place it over there,” He pointed right beside the shelf, “And--and maybe we could have it fire some arrows! I bet Stella and Gill wouldn’t mind lending us a few!”

“Sure, but I don’t know if they’d let us use the little redstone they have for a dispenser. I’m also afraid that we’ll end up shooting the others.” Olivia had also remembered Cassie hadn't returned from the Nether yet. The last thing she wanted to do was welcome back Cassie Rose with an arrow to her leg.

“Ah, it’s just a few arrows.” Jess said jokingly.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “Either way, I don’t know how effective a dispenser would be if it can’t tell the difference between us and the intruders. Could you imagine if we--”

A sudden knock caused the two to jump back and scatter in different directions.

Jess hid behind the bookshelf. He peeked over and saw Olivia looking right back at him from behind the bar table.

“Why are you over there?” He whisper-shouted.

Olivia sputtered, genuinely baffled over his question, “The same reason you’re hiding over there!” The knocking didn’t scare her too much, it was Jess suddenly taking off that frightened her.

“Sorry, sorry, I was all caught up in the ‘intruder’ thing. Didn’t want us getting spotted, you know?” Jess said. There was another knock.

“But why would an intruder knock on the door?” Olivia asked.

The two blushed, realizing how ridiculous they were being, and stepped out from their hiding spots.

Jess crept closer to the door, leaning forward and peering into the eyehole. The glass had smudges on it, making it tricky to figure out who was on the other side, but he perked up when he recognized that familiar shade of green.

Jess unlocked and swung the door open, a big smile on his face, “Hey, Radar!”

Jess was about to ask why Radar was dropping by, if he wanted to come inside, but he started to see the panic rise, and before he had the chance to reassure Radar, Olivia grabbed his arm and yanked him aside.

“That’s Jess! Jess! Not your Jesse!” Olivia exclaimed.

Radar was clenching his jaw, hugging onto his clipboard, doing whatever he could to hold back his scream. He was probably seconds away from making a run for it.

Olivia clasped her hands together, “We are so sorry about that, we didn’t expect you coming over so early, and--and do you need me to get you something? Water?”

Radar put a finger up, trying to speak, but all that came out was shaky, unfinished sentences.

“I’ll, uh… We’ll give you a moment.” She gave him a small smile, he nodded in return.

She stepped aside, dragging Jess along with her before setting him in place.

“Jess, you can’t just jump out at him like that!” She went off, “You know how he reacts around you, you should know this by now!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I got excited, I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t mean to scare him!” He threw his hands up. He really didn’t. He just got so happy seeing a friendly face after everything that’s happened that he could hardly contain himself.

What was Radar doing here at this time anyways? It’s 6PM, that’s like the crack of dawn for him, isn’t it?

“I understand, but please, you need to slow down. He’s… He gets on edge.” Olivia wouldn’t say it directly, but her tone said it loud and clear. Radar’s afraid of him. It doesn’t matter how nice Jess is, Radar can’t look at him without seeing the other, horrible Jesse.

“I…” Jess started slowly, “I could apologize, but…” He hesitated. Olivia held his hands and lowered them.

“I can apologize for you.” She said, “I think it’d be best if you weren’t... In his view.” She let go of him and hugged herself, “I know you mean well. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right. It’s the least I can do for him.” He glanced at the door, “I’ll sit way back in the living room, hopefully that’ll be outta sight for him.”

Olivia watched Jess walk away before going back to Radar, “Hey again, Jess is really sorry about scaring you.”

Radar was fixing the sleeves of his suit, he was still a bit pale, but seemed much better than he was moments before, “It’s--it’s quite alright. I was caught off guard, that's all.”

“Do you want to come inside?” She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to let other people in, but it’s Radar, he’s friends with everyone else.

“Actually, something had happened yesterday and I… I’d like to talk to Aiden. Is he awake? Or Maya? Stella? I need to talk to them, please.” He fixed his posture and placed his arms behind his back.

“Oh, sure! I can get them for you. I’ll be right back.” She nodded before rushing off.

“He needs Aiden.” She told Jess as she passed him.

Olivia hurried up the stairs and turned to the left. She knocked on Aiden’s door, saying his name, making sure not to be too loud. She didn’t want to wake up the others. Though if Aiden didn’t respond, she wouldn’t really have any other choice.

“Come in…” A tired voice called out.

Olivia stepped inside and found Aiden sprawled all over his bed. His legs hung over the edge, sticking out from the blanket that bundled up the rest of his body. His pillow was on the ground beside some dirty clothes and torn papers, so he rested his head on an open journal, where the ink of his latest entry was smeared across the pages.

Aiden raised his head slightly, eyes half closed and hair an absolute mess, “Hey, Liv, whaddaya need?”

Olivia raised her brows at the nickname, but decided not to comment on it.

“Radar stopped by, he needs to talk about something.”

Aiden pushed himself up, his bed shifting and groaning, “Sure, sure, gimme a few… I’ll be right there.” He started combing his hair with his hand.

“You got it.” Olivia quietly left his room and tip-toed down the steps. She got back to the first floor and peaked at Radar, “He’ll be down in a minute!” She told him.

Radar waited outside while Jess sat in the back corner of the living room, flipping through one of the many cookbooks. Olivia decided to join Jess and scanned the recipes with him; she wasn’t sure how Radar felt around her. It’s safest to stay out of his way. She didn’t want to make him stressed.

Aiden soon joined the two downstairs, yawning, adjusting his green top, but stopped when he saw the new arrangement of the living room. He slowly studied the room as he walked towards the entrance, kind of nodding to himself as he took mental notes on the layout.

“Hey Radar, come in.” He opened the door wider.

Radar cautiously stepped inside, scanning the room, “I see you’ve done some… Redecorating.”

“Yup.” Aiden yawned, leaning against the door, closing it. “So what’s up? Don’t mind you comin’ over, but it’s pretty early, even for you.”

“I apologize, but I couldn’t sleep after what I saw yesterday.” Radar fidgeted with his pen, “It’s about Jesse.”

That woke Aiden up.

Radar continued, “I saw him run past my windows. He wasn’t armed, but I know he’s a threat regardless. Were you awar--”

“Yes.” Aiden cut in, “He broke in yesterday.”

“He did?” Radar whispered, eyes widening. “He… Did he…?” He waited for Aiden to tell him more, to explain what happened, but Aiden stood stiffly, facing away.

“Sir, what happened? Did someone get hurt, did you find out why--”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” The aggression in his tone threw Radar off.

Aiden turned away and started heading towards the kitchen, leaving Radar shocked. Jess and Olivia watched from the side.

No.

Jess wasn’t going to let this happen. Aiden’s not getting off that easily.

He shot up from his seat, “If you won’t tell him what happened, I will!”

Aiden and Radar whipped their heads around; a determined and angered look in Jess’ eyes.

“Jess, listen--” Aiden started defensively, “what happened yesterday was out of my control. I didn’t know any of that was going to happen! I just… I wanna move on and find a way to make it up to the others.”

“Move on?” Olivia repeated, “Aiden, it was your fault it happened in the first place! I know you feel bad but--but--have you even apologized to your friends yet?”

Aiden threw his arms out, “I just woke up--!”

“Aiden!” Olivia folded her arms.

“Hold on a moment! Please! Please stop!” Radar stomped his foot down. “Sir, what do they mean it’s ‘your fault’?” He could hardly believe his ears, and seeing Aiden’s guilty expression was making the sinking feeling in his stomach worse.

Aiden stepped back, he bit his lip as everyone watched him, “I lied to Jesse, okay? Remember when I had to get Olivia’s hat back? I told him Stella was looking for it. I couldn’t let him know they were here, or that we somehow found what was left of Olivia. He’d be crushed ”

Radar’s pupils were pinpricks. He didn’t know whether to be scared or repulsed.

“Sir…” He said in a hush, “What--I--I don’t understand why you would do such a thing!”

Radar felt himself shake, he didn’t know if it was because of fear or fury, but he couldn’t make it stop, “Why would you lie? Why would you do that to our friends? To secure the feelings of that--that maniac?!”

Aiden and Radar were going back and forth, neither of them bothering to keep their voices low at this point. Jess and Olivia could hear footsteps coming down the steps, and out came Stella--who froze at the sight of her two friends arguing.

“I’m just trying to help Jesse and everyone else! Things just got out of hand, I didn’t know that was going to happen!” Aiden argued.

“Jesse’s done nothing to prove that he wants your help! All he’s been doing is hurting people and helping The Awakening! He needs to be straightened out first, he needs to get better, even YOU know that!” Radar raised his voice. The main reason Radar and his friends were able to convince Aiden to put Jesse into prison in the first place was because he understood Jesse was a danger to everyone, including himself! Did Aiden think Jesse would somehow become more reasonable the moment he stepped out of his cell!?

A part of Radar feared something like this would happen. He and the others knew all too well how Aiden felt towards Jesse, how he wanted to ‘make it up’ to him, but at what cost?! Radar knows Aiden wants to give him a second chance, he gets that, he does! Aiden and his friends even gave him a second chance. But why… Why did Aiden have to do this?

“How could you put that deranged man’s feelings over your own friends' lives!? He’s horrible! Vile!” Radar snapped.

Radar kept arguing, he kept talking, but Aiden stopped. Aiden stopped listening to Radar. All he did was stare. An anger he’s never felt before was building up inside him. He didn’t shout, he didn’t talk back, he only stared.

Aiden felt his hands curl into fists.

What gave Radar the right to lecture him? To berate Jesse? To act like he knew this situation better than him? That he understood the hardships? How did Radar react when Jesse came around? What did Radar do to help Jess and Olivia? Did he try collecting the items? Try talking to Jesse? Did he try to help them? No. No, all he did was panic, ramble about The Awakening, and cry. He doesn’t get what Aiden’s been through. Jess and Olivia, the stress of The Awakening, Jesse, his friends being furious at him… Radar doesn’t understand a thing.

Aiden stepped closer.

You think out of all the people in this situation, Radar would be the one most willing to try and help Jesse, but no, all he does is accuse Jesse of being ‘ruined’ by The Awakening. Did Radar think having experiences with The Awakening meant he knew everything that’s going on in Jesse’s mind?

He took another step.

Aiden’s been trying to help Jesse for so long, and all he gets are lectures like he’s some damn child. Why? Because he wants to help? To make things better? To get his friend back?

He grew closer.

Radar noticed just how close Aiden was getting. He saw the look in his eyes; he wore an expression Radar's never seen on him before. He saw how stiffly Aiden moved towards him. His eyes darted down to Aiden's hands. They were curled into tight fists; their knuckles white. He hesitantly took a step back.

“Sir, that’s enough.”

Aiden didn’t respond.

Radar took another step back, “Please we… We can’t do this silent treatment right now. Not with something like this!”

Jess and Olivia got to their feet, calling Aiden’s name, but he wasn’t listening. Stella ran back up the stairs. Jess tried to pull Aiden away, but he hardly budged.

Radar felt his back hit the wall.

“This--this isn’t funny!”

Aiden didn’t care.

Radar watched with terror in his eyes. His mind was begging for him to run. He can run. Why isn’t he running. His heart was pounding, he needed to escape, but his body wouldn’t listen. All he could do was watch.

Brenner stepped closer.

The world was starting to spin. Radar shrunk down. Everything was blurring together. His eyes darted around, desperately searching for something, anything familiar. He could make out the vague silhouettes of people, columns, benches. People. There were so many. There’s so many people. Why are they looking at him. Why aren’t they helping. Why are they watching.

They’re on him.

Their eyes are on him.

He can feel them.

He felt the palm of his hands press against the cold wood of the stage. Sweat dribbled down his face as the heat of the redstone torches grew stronger. He could hear the creaking of the floorboards as Brenner came closer. His shadow looming over him.

Radar curled in on himself, shielding his eyes from the people, from the Vision, but he could still feel the eyes. The rows upon rows of benches filled with members, their faces filled with disgust, disappointment, and betrayal. He tried to keep his eyes on the ground. Only the ground. Anytime he’d peek up he’d see flashes of the shrine’s old columns, the carvings, the red glow that consumed the room, the eyes.

Why was he here?

How did he get here? He shouldn’t be here. Why was he here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here.

Radar hugged himself, trembling as tears spilled down his face. Please. Please he’ll do anything. Please forgive him. Please, it’ll never happen again. Let him be safe. He didn’t mean to run away. He won’t leave again. He’s so sorry. Please.

Brenner raised his arm.

Aiden was suddenly jerked back. He stumbled and looked behind. Maya was gripping onto his shoulder, glaring.

“What the hell are you doing?” Her grip tightened.

Aiden slowly blinked. He turned his head to Radar, who was on the floor, nails digging into his skin as he sobbed, apologizing over and over.

“I don’t…” He started, but his words fell apart. What was he doing?

He stared at his hands then back to Radar. He wasn’t even thinking. He scared him. He scared his own friend.

“Radar…” Aiden tried to kneel down and comfort him, but Radar flinched and hid his face.

Maya pulled Aiden away, her glare unwavering.

Aiden didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t defend himself. There wasn’t any excuse. He… He made Radar break down. He ruined him. He felt like he was going to vomit.

“Radar, can you hear me?” Maya said carefully, letting go of Aiden.

She took slow steps, barely being able to make out his apologies and pleas. “Do you know this place? Do you know where you are?”

Radar shook his head. He couldn’t tear his hands away from his eyes. People were staring at him. He hated the eyes. He hated them.

Maya sat down, the floor groaning under her weight, “You’re in the living room.” Jess, Olivia, Stella, and Aiden watched from afar as she continued, “You’re in our house, in the living room. There’s a shelf nearby, we still got all those books you gave us as a thank you gift, the armchair’s leaning, the kitchen is nearby, your friends are here. You’re not in a shrine, you’re nowhere near one. You’re safe. Nothing can hurt you here.”

Aiden sharply inhaled hearing those last words. His heart ached.

Radar’s breathing was finally slowing. They were still shaky, but they were slowing. With a trembling hand, he felt around for his glasses, which Maya helped him find.

He lifted his head off the ground, his face red, hair ruined, and eyes puffy. He scanned the room as he put his glasses back on. His vision was blurry with tears, but he could make out the colors of Maya, Aiden, and Stella.

“I… I… I need…” He hiccuped, “T… To g--go… Go to…”

“Deep breaths. Take your time.”

Radar inhaled, “Y… Your ro… Your room… Pl… Please. Please.”

“Course you can go. I don’t mind.” Maya was about ready to help Radar to his feet, but Radar had already gotten up and made a run for it, leaving his clipboard, pen, and friends behind. They could hear his steps hitting the boards above, then Maya’s door slamming shut.

It didn’t take long for another set of steps to come downstairs. Gill came in, his injured shoulder banaged, with a confused expression on his face, “Was that Radar?”

Maya sat on the floor for a moment, nodding slowly. Her quiet breaths turned heavy as she stood back up, gritting her teeth, trying to hold back her fury towards Aiden, her pain for Radar. She and Stella stormed over to Aiden and didn’t waste another second. Stella raised her voice, demanding to know what was he thinking--what was WRONG with him?! And each word Maya hissed out hurt Aiden more than the last. Aiden didn’t try to argue--what could he even say? He could barely process his own actions.

The girls were tearing into Aiden, Gill tried to settle everyone down despite being completely lost, while Jess had his eyes on the stairs. There was a tugging feeling in his chest.

He needed to go to Radar.

He had to check on him. He’d never forgive himself if he didn’t.

Jess was about to take off, but Olivia pulled him back.

“Where are you going?!” Olivia asked, getting the others’ attention.

“I gotta--I need to make sure Radar’s okay!” It didn’t matter if it was ‘his’ Radar or not, he hated seeing him--seeing anyone--like that.

“Jess, he’s scared of you!”

“I know, but--” Jess shook his head, “He’s still a person!” He slipped out of her grasp and rushed up the steps. He heard footsteps from behind. His eyes flickered over his shoulder and saw Maya, a scowl and a frigid glare on her face. He didn’t know if she was angry at everything going on or just at him, but she looked mad.

When Jess reached the top, he skidded to halt and quickly turned around, “Maya!” He said through quick pants, “Please--Please don’t stop me. I just… I need to check on him, please!”

“I’m not gonna stop you.” Maya’s brows lowered, “I want to be there for him too. I know you mean well. You can try to talk to him, but I’m gonna be standing by. To be safe.” Her shoulders slouched. She didn’t sound too sure of her decision, but she couldn’t back down from it now.

Jess nodded. There was that part of him that knew he could make things worse. That he could make Radar worse, even if he wanted to do something good. The mere thought of it was already forming a lump in Jess’ throat.

He walked down the hall, Maya followed behind, her long pajama pants dragging across the floor. He didn’t even know where Maya’s room was, but he didn’t need to ask. He followed the sound of sobs, hiccups, and nonsense until they stopped in front of the door where the noise was loudest. Enough light was spilling through the cracks to illuminate a portion of the hall. They could see Radar’s quivering shadow; he was sitting against the door.

The two could barely make out what he was saying. Mumbles of reassurance and descriptions of Maya’s room were merging together.

Maya leaned against the wall and motioned her head, urging Jess to take the next step.

Jess swallowed and extended his arm. He knocked on the door.

“Radar?” He pressed his head against the wood, “Are you doing okay?”

Radar’s rambling stopped. Jess could hear his loud, uneven breaths.

“N… Ye--Yes. I’ll be fine.” He stuttered, “I need--I need to collect myself. I’m sorry you… I’m sorry you saw… You saw me like that.”

“What? No, Radar, you have nothing to apologize for.” Jess said, “What Aiden did back there was horrible. I’m sorry he did that to you. I’m glad Maya was there to help us just in time.” He gave Maya a small grin.

Radar mumbled a weak ‘Yes’, and it was silent for a moment.

Jess’ hands rested against the door, “Do you… Do you wanna talk? It doesn’t have to be about this, we can talk about anything. And--and I know you’re not all that comfortable around me, so I can get one of your friends if you’d like!”

“We can. We can talk.” Radar’s frightened tone didn’t reassure Jess, “I left… I left my clipboard. They’re not here. Talking is… It’s better.”

“I could get them for you--”

Radar cut in, “No, no. No, I want to. I want to talk. Please. Please, I want someone.”

“Alright. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.” Jess sat on the floor, “What’s been on your mind?”

“I had--I had to turn all the lights on. It’s such a waste. I’m wasting it all.” Radar sniffled, “Maya will hate me.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Maya’s not gonna hate you for using her lights. Has she gotten mad about that before?” Jess tried to steer the talk to a more positive light. Anything to get Radar’s mind to a better place.

“No. No, she hasn’t.”

“See?” Jess smiled softly, “Do the lights help you calm down? Do you not like the dark--?”

“No.” If only Jess could see how wide Radar’s eyes were.

“Is it…” Jess paused, thinking carefully about his next words, “Is it because of… The group?”

“Yes, and--and it’s ridiculous!” Radar banged his head against the door, making Jess and Maya jump. “It’s childish, it’s been--it’s been years! How incompetent am I!? It’s been half--it’s been--it’s been nearly five years, and I’m behaving like a child!” Radar pulled on his hair. He’s acting worse than a child. He’s an adult crying over the past. How can he behave like this? It’s embarrassing. It’s unforgivable.

“No, no it’s not!” Jess exclaimed. Maya was about ready to step in. “People have different reactions to these situations! To memories--heck! I can get real defensive and snappy! It’s okay! It’s not… It doesn’t make you incompetent. Don’t tell yourself that.”

Radar stopped thrashing. He had to. He didn’t want to hurt himself.

He did what he could to steady his breaths, slowly letting go of his hair, “I’m sorry.”

“You got nothing to apologize for.” Jess said. Maya was still standing straight, still on edge, not taking her eyes off her room.

“I don’t think it matters how long ago it was.” Jess brought his knees to his chest, “It still affects you. Something could’ve happened years ago, and even when you think you’ve moved past it, it comes back.” He stared at the floor, thinking of the Witherstorm. Thinking of the countless stormy nights where he laid wide awake in bed, too afraid that if he were to drift off to sleep, his friends would get taken and the world would wither away. He thought about Sky City, about the White Pumpkin, the Games, the Admin. He’s been through so much, he’s faced and defeated so many enemies, he’s become the mayor of an entire town, yet he’s terrified at the sound of thunder.

“I don’t know how or when you joined that… That group, but they hurt you. They’re still hurting you, and I’m sorry for what they’ve done.” Jess hugged his knees.

It was silent for a minute. Radar took off his glasses, being careful with the tape holding onto one of the hinges, and rubbed his eyes.

“You wouldn’t mind if… If I rambled, would you?”

“Hey, I’m here to listen.”

For a moment, Radar didn’t respond. He didn’t say anything else. Then, the doorknob clicked. He cracked it open and cautiously slipped his hand through.

Jess stared at it. Hesitantly, he reached forward and held onto Radar’s hand, and Radar gently squeezed back.

Maya took a step away, making sure she wasn’t in Radar’s sight.

“I joined after… After my mother’s death.” Radar said softly.

Jess’ mouth parted. A burning feeling filled his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was years ago.” His voice quivered.

“You don’t gotta talk about this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s all that’s on my mind.”

Radar’s hand twitched in Jess’ grasp. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

“I don’t remember who convinced me, I don’t think I ever knew them, but--but they were so nice.” Saying that out loud made Radar feel disgusting. Vile. “They were so nice, Jess. All of them. When… When I first came in, they all treated me so kindly, like we were already so close. Like I was a real member.” Radar vividly recalled the magic he experienced walking into the shrine for the first time. The decor, the liveliness, the friendly smiles. He remembered how bright and warm the shrine was despite being below ground. He remembered how everyone wanted to greet him, wanted to know him, how everyone was able to cheer him up and sympathize when he first stuttered on stage, he remembered it all.

“I know it’s--it sounds terrible. It is terrible, The Awakening’s done so many awful things, but they helped me. I--” Radar stopped. He tugged at his tie. It felt so tight. “I’m not sure if the care was ever genuine. Maybe… Maybe it was, or maybe it was a lie I fell for, but it was nice.” He paused, “Other members had experienced the same loss, or they had been left by loved ones, or some just… They wanted a friend.”

“And The Awakening was like a community for lonely people?” Jess mumbled.

“For anyone.” Radar replied. He heard Jess move around on the other side, getting into a more comfortable position. “Any one was welcomed. Citizens, guards, children, people came from all over. It was like a family. Everyone would come in, say hello, talk about their weeks, they’d all hug each other, and…” He swallowed, “If someone ever looked down, we’d all get close and offer our support.” Radar thought back to those moments and how… Unsettling they seemed now. He thought back to the moments he’d cry in the shrine, and how slowly, more and more members would surround him, letting him weep as they held onto him, hugging him, their hands on him as all he did was wept. Radar felt a shiver of discomfort run down his spine.

“Did you have any friends back there before Aiden and the others?” Jess asked.

Radar stopped.

“Just one.”

Jess waited for Radar to add on, but he didn’t want to.

“How long were you with The Awakening?”

“A few years,” Radar replied, “but it felt much longer than that. I always stayed after the Gatherings to speak with the Visions. I helped them--I loved helping them. Isn’t that awful?” Of course it was awful. He didn’t need Jess to tell him that. “Ce--Th--The friend and I, we always did what the Visions told us to do. We’d get so happy when they thanked us. I worked so hard for them, even when I knew how dangerous it was, I pushed myself.”

Radar thought back to the days where he stood before the Visions, proudly declaring his accomplishments, and how the Visions would praise him. Even the days where he’d return torn and bloody, the Visions didn’t care. They wouldn’t judge him. They wouldn’t scold him for getting blood on the shrine’s floors, they focused on him. His abilities. What he was capable of.

“I hardly know a thing about these Visions.” Jess spoke, “They’re the leaders, right?. Were they good? Well, nice? Nice to a point?”

“Until I left, yes.” His grip weakened, “They never cared about the trivial things. My height, my horrible vision, how weak I seemed, they couldn’t see it.”

“They’re blind?”

Radar nodded, “They are. They are.”

Radar’s lip quivered, “They always listened to me, they--they’d let me cry and--and--they’d give me guidance because they believed in me.” He tried to control himself, but tears were starting to spill from his eyes again, “No one’s ever told me that before. No one. They-th--they couldn’t see it. How happy it made me. No one ever believed in me.”

Memories of the Visions were pushed away as soon as they arose. From Mahlon’s kind words, Antonin’s uplifting spirits, and Brenner’s support, any ounce of positivity was pushed back inside the depths of Radar’s mind. That’s who they used to be. They don’t love him anymore, and he can’t love them. That’s not them anymore. He left them. He had to.

“I wanted to prove myself and--and prove that I was worth their time. I--I’d push myself and I was so terrible. I’m still so terrible.”

Jess tried to help him, “Radar, don’t say that--”

“You don’t understand! I miss them!” Radar cried out, pulling his hand out of Jess’, “I know it’s wrong, I know I--I shouldn’t, but I--I’ll… I’ll stay up some days and… And I’ll feel so awful for leaving. The Visions are disappointed and I left--I left--” He covered his face, “They all despise me. I shouldn’t--I shouldn’t care, they’re horrible! They don’t care about me! They hurt me and--and my friends, I shouldn’t miss them! I shouldn’t. I just--The thoughts come to me, and--and I think--I don’t want to think this way. I don’t want to think about them! I don’t want to!” His words devolved into sobs.

“H… How… How selfish can I… Can I get?”

Jess and Maya listened to him sob on the other side. There was a pained expression on Maya’s face as all she could do was stare at the floor and listen.

Jess slowly looked up at Maya, blinking before turning back to Radar.

“Do… Do any of your friends know about this?”

Radar wiped his tears, speaking through gasps, “No, Heavens no. I could--I could never tell them about this--about any of this.”

“Radar, they’re your friends.” Jess said, “They’re here for you, they care about you.”

“I know.” Radar answered.

“If you can tell me, you can tell them, right?”

Radar shook his head, “It’s different with you.” He fixed his glasses, “You won’t be here forever. You’ll be leaving eventually. You’ll take all of this with you.” That sounded horrible, didn’t it? “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Radar opened his mouth, debating on whether to say his next words.

“I think… I think they hate me.”

Maya’s nails dug into her arms.

Before Jess could ask, Radar went on.

“They hate the Awakening. They hated me when I was a part of it--I--I don’t blame them, but I’m waiting.” Radar sounded so weak. Jess watched Radar’s hand slowly come back out of the crack.

“I’m waiting. One day they’ll… They’ll all tell me they’ve never liked me. They were just pretending to. Then they’ll finally leave, and I’ll never see them again.” His voice cracked, “How could they… Why would they accept me? How could they love someone like me?”

“Because they forgave you.” Jess gently moved his hand back on top of Radar’s, “Because you worked hard to change and get better, and they see that.” At least, that’s what Jess believed. He wasn’t there to witness any of this. He didn’t know what happened. He didn’t know what Radar went through or what he was like before. “If they didn’t like you, they would’ve said something, they would’ve made it clear, but from what I’ve seen, they care about you.” He wrapped his fingers around Radar’s hands, “I know we haven’t been around each other much, but you’re a good person, Radar. Anyone can see that.”

“Thank you.” Radar didn’t sound like he believed him.

Jess didn’t want to leave Radar like this.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, no. You listened. That’s all I could ask for. Thank you.”

“Of course.” Jess got to his feet, Radar’s hand gently slipping out of his. He moved slowly, trying to think of any way to make Radar feel better, to say one last positive thing, but nothing came to his mind. What a terrible feeling that filled him with.

Radar began to close the door again, but stopped when just a sliver remained.

“Please don’t tell the others about this.”

Jess and Maya locked eyes, “I won’t. Will you… Will you try to tell your friends eventually?”

“I’ll see.” His hands trembled at the thought, “I’ll rest and… And I’ll think about it. Thank you again.”

And with that, he closed the door.

Jess and Maya stared at it, listening to Radar’s steps grow farther, hearing the creaking of a bed, then silence.

Jess looked over to Maya, raising his hand slightly, wanting to say something, but she kept her head down and made her way to the stairs. Jess followed.

“He needs some time alone.” Maya muttered. Jess could hear the quiver in her voice. “I’m gonna talk with Aiden. I’ll check up on Radar in a few.”

Maya then stopped and leaned against the wall, rubbing her eyes, “Thanks for talkin’ to him, Jess. I mean it.”

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm jesse #mcsm olivia #mcsm radar #mcsm aiden #mcsm maya #AUGUHUG LOVED WRITIN THIS #TOOK EONS BUT WORTH IT #enjoyenjoyenjoyyyyyyyyy #[it is late i shall zzzzzz soon]#fic

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infinitegalahad · 4 years

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All The Light We Cannot See

Pairing: Safin x Blind!Reader

Summary: A young assassin and blind sculptor find beauty in each other.

Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: Thank you @just-a-queen-bee for this fun little request! This was my very first one actually! It was so fun to write. A short and sweet drabble. Soft Safin is the best Safin. Alicia and Ben are dorks together so I did slightly inspire it toff of them. The reader is blind and gender-neutral. And yes, I shamelessly named it after the book...I had too! I'm sorry the book was so damn good! I legit love all the requests, keep them coming! Just a reminder that I’m doing rabbles and heacanons only due to school. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy! ;)

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There was something about them that Safin fell for.

He wasn’t one for emotions. In fact, he was a cold-blooded killer and nothing more. The world had never given him any kindness. All it had done was strip his family, dignity, everything. Emotions were simply nonexistent in Safin’s world. Life was a game and nothing more. He was SPECTRE’s lapdog and always did as they pleased. Safin was a ruthless killer who hid behind a mask to hide his true self.

But if he felt nothing, why did he feel the urge to hide his face? The scars had been burned into his skin ever since he was a child. He was young, yet looked old. At a glance, the scars seemed normal, but they truly a monstrosity. He was a monster, he knew he was. But nobody had ever cared about him or comforted him. People were targets in his eyes. Every last one of them.

Except for y/n.

Y/n’s father was an infamous scientist Dr.Morte. He had worked for Spectre and thousands of organizations over the years. Morte was known for kidnapping agents and horribly disfiguring them. Safin was corrupt, but Morte had been far in the deep end. When assigned the hit, Safin had no problem killing him. The death had been rather personal. Morte had been one of the many men responsible for the death of Safin’s family, and disfigurement of his face. The burns were a reminder of Morte and his actions. Safin didn’t kill him because of the crimes he had committed against others. He killed Morte for what he had done to him; strangled him with the very gas he used against Safin. Seeing his eyes roll into the back of his head as he pleaded for help only satisfied Safin.

As Morte took his final breath, Safin had heard footsteps in the room above him. He was instructed to kill every suspect in the building. As he traveled up with his finger on the trigger, he had walked into a dark room full of thousands of clay sculptures. Each had depicted a range of faces, small and big, happy and sad. A noise had startled Safin, causing him to point his weapon in the direction of a young person. They wore rags with a frail figure. There face was expressionless as they looked at him with the saddest clear eyes he had ever seen. They had blinked a few times, still looking directly at Safin. But their sad eyes never moved once from his form. Instead of being scared, they were calm in the heat of the moment. Safin’s breathes were heavy and stressed, yet it did not once scare them. They did not cower or cry. All they did was haunt him with those eyes.

Safin’s finger fiddled with the trigger. Why was he hesitating? His hands shook as everything became blurry. A feeling emerged in his body that he had never felt before. Was it sympathy, or confusion? Everybody who had seen him was scared of him for his repulsive features. But not them. It seemed like they knew what was going to happen to them, and that they had accepted it.

A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he lowered the gun, his finger gently sliding off of the trigger.

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“Why would you let me see you?”

Out of all the people Saifn had met, they were the only person who had any form of sympathy for. The reason y/n had never reacted to Safin’s weapon was that they couldn’t see him. Y/n had an amazing sense of hearing and smell. They thought there were going to die, but Safin (in a sudden act) couldn’t bring himself to kill them. Y/n had been a victim of there own father’s work. Being blinded at a young age, they accustomed quickly to it. As a form of expression, y/n had used sculpture. All of the faces they felt were transformed into identical sculptures.

Whenever he saw them, Safin felt the urge to protect them as they were the only person that ever mattered him.

Safin turned over to y/n, greeted with there big clear eyes. They had a small, curious smile on there face as they moved towards them. Clay spots were all over there face as they had been working on a new project.

“I’m not special. You wouldn’t want to feel me.”

Tilting there head, they huffed but kept persisting. “Why? I love to feel all kinds of faces!”

“Not mine, y/n. You wouldn’t-”

“Wouldn’t what?”

Y/n had grabbed Safin’s gloved hand, pulling him towards her. Her eyes, although emotionless, were begging. Y/n had known Safin for three years and not once had ever felt his body. They saw Safin has a friend and someone they could trust. After years of abuse and torment, Safin (although cold) had treated them with the respect that no one had ever done. It always had felt like whenever Y/n was close to Safin, he would be so far.

“Like my face. It’s…”

“Different?” A shocked chuckle escaped their lips. “Safin, have you not realized I can’t see anything? I’m not phased, as you can clearly see.”

“Just..” Y/n was close to Safin as they inhaled the cologne he wore. It smelt expensive and was a trademark of Safin. Holding there hand, they played around with his gloved things. They yearned to feel his skin and see who he truly was. “Let me see you. I don’t see the point in you hiding from me…”

“You always joke about your vision…” Safin had noticed, a sigh escaping from his lips. Y/n did have a point. They truly couldn’t see what he was. They were one of the only people who hadn’t run away from him (yet). If they were going to be with him for a while, then what was the point in hiding behind a mask and gloves. “I will allow it. But you won’t...scream, right?”

“Scream? Safin, if I scream and run, where will I go? I will most likely hit a wall.” You joked. Safin’s hands began to lighten in your grasp. Did he not perceive the joke well. Squeezing his hand, you subtly smiled, “I won’t run, I promise.”

Sighing, Safin removed his gloves so they could feel his hands. Y/n’s gentle fingers hesitated with his face, wanting to be gentle. What could be on Safin’s face that he had been so afraid of? He was smart enough to know that they were as blind as a bat.

Their fingers gently caressed his cheeks. It started off with a few fingers which responded to a wrinkled complexion. Furrowing their eyebrows, y/n placed their hands on his cheeks. It wasn’t just wrinkled, but burn marks. They didn’t even need sight to see them. Whatever had been on his face was extremely severe. All of the wrinkles were deep and long. The burns were rough and textured.

But once did it disgust them. Safin had some of the most interesting skin they had ever felt. It wasn’t boring but different. Y/n liked different. It would be fascinating to sculpt.

“Your skin is so...unqiue. I’ve never felt someone like this before...” Y/n had pointed out. Feeling Safin’s eyebrow soften at the response, they quickly reassured him. “That’s a good thing. I like unique things…”

Safin froze at the response. Then he had realized. Had y/n complimented him? All a sudden, he felt flustered as his cheeks began to burn. Y/n had cupped his face, a smile.

“You liked my compliment?”

Safin was caught off guard, too distracted by there face. Their skin was soft to the touch, gliding over his skin. He felt like he was being touched by an angel. “Y-yes, I did. Thank you.”

“Your welcome.” You replied. Your hands became more liberal as you explored his face. The further up you moved, the more you could feel the pain in his face. His face was scrunched along with his whole body, tense by your touch. Not because of you, but he was afraid.

“So sad…” They mumbled. Safin had leaned into your hands, enjoying the soft touch. His ungloved hands wrapped around there soft hands as he pulled them close. A small noise escaped from y/n’s mouth as he pulled them in, surprised by Safin’s sudden move. Safin had usually been distant from you was now pulling them in. They could feel his cheek nestle in your hand, a dreamy sigh escape from his lips.

“Y/n?” He asked, looking into your clear eyes.

“Yes, Safin?”

“You’re never going to leave me, right?”

His voice was rather shaky as he left out of his vulnerable side. It was a side that you were quite unfamiliar with. They knew Safin as someone who felt very little emotion and hated the world that surrounded him. After years of endless speculation, they finally had come to the realization that Safin hated the world because he believed it hated him for the way he looked. The only person he had seemingly ever taken any interest in was them and only them.

“No, why would you think that..?” They perplexed. Feeling his scarred skin, you then had realized. “Oh...Safin. Of course not.”

“Your the man who saved from that place. We’ve been together for three years. I am here for the man inside, not the man outside.” Their fingers moved pieces of his ebony hair, which had begun slowly graying. “I like the man on the outside just as much.”

A smile had curved on his face. It was the first time that you had ever felt such emotion on his face. Safin’s hands brought you close to his face. Before you knew it, your lips had connected. It was a sweet embrace. His hand’s held your cheeks as you held onto his chest for security. Safin’s lips were plush like bread as they overpowered your own lips. He held and treated you like you were made of glass. It had been the first time you had ever had romantic feelings in your life. It took you three years to realize that the love of your life was standing right in front of. Even if you were blind, Safin’s face never mattered to you. All that mattered was that you loved the man that you couldn’t even see. All you ever needed from Safin was to feel his damaged skin against your clay ridden hands.

To sculpt him.

To comfort him.

To love him.

#safin x reader #rami malek x reader #rami malek #safin #no time to die #rami malek headcanon #rami malek masterlist #james bond #my writing #requests

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reynesofcastamere · 4 years

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Broken Shards[β]

(A/N: This fic is for @awryen, who I also asked for prompts/requests and was given the option of a slightly more dark/cynical Ahsoka working with Maul, or him helping her deal with her nightmares. Once again, having no self-control-and a lot of free time-, I chose both. Also, smut was not requested but it wound up in here anyway! XD. Mention of previous Ahsoka/Barriss. Warnings for disturbing imagery, violence, death, depression/intrusive thoughts, blood and possible dub-con.(Potentially triggering sections will be marked with ****) Absolutely Not Safe For Work and unbeta’d as usual.)

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How could you do it?

The Temple burns, and the Jedi with it. But they do not fall. They stand, mouths gaping open in silent screams, empty eye sockets weeping blood in half a hundred colours. Her Master cuts them to pieces, again and again. He is not alone. Barriss stands beside him, eyes filled with grim conviction, the clone troopers flanking this tableau of horror and carnage like mindless automatons. Ahsoka can only watch, helpless and immobilized as the people she loves are burnt, broken and mutilated by their own comrades. Even the younglings...Her stomach churns.

There is only one body, one face that remains undefiled in all of this. Senator Amidala smiles, serene and welcoming. But she is just as dead as all the rest. Did you kill her too? The woman you loved, the one you trusted with your life: Did you even care, in the end? Anakin Skywalker stops to look back at her, eyes corrupted, turned to sickly, acidic yellow rimmed in old blood. ‘You weren’t here, Ahsoka.’ He pronounces with utter certainty, that her leaving was the one thing that sent him toppling into the Dark. ‘But it’s not too late.’ Black segments crawl, beetle-like, over him and Barriss, transforming them into her waking nightmares. Vader and the Seventh Sister. ‘Join us. And seize your destiny.’

NO!

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“Ahsoka.” Her lids snap open, breathing stuttered and rapid, heartbeat going into overdrive as she sees another pair of awful, venomous eyes looming over her in the semi-darkness. She lashes out blindly, determined not to go down without a fight. The hands that catch her wrists are bare and callused. Strong. She needs to fight harder, to get out, get away- “Naak, cabur. Gar racin kyr’adiise munit dar. [Peace, guardian. Your pale corpses (are) long gone].” Her eyes well up with unbidden moisture, suddenly overwhelmed. Ahsoka is relieved at hearing a ruthless killer speak Mando’a to her in a hushed, hypnotic tone. Because it is better than the hiss and wheeze of the machines powering the...abomination that her Master has become. She can feel Maul’s hands move to cup her face, the pads of his thumbs brushing the tears that managed to escape. He seems more curious than anything else, head tilted slightly as he examines her. “Have you never seen anyone cry before?” Her voice is weak, despite the attempt at humour. “Not this close. I lost the ability some time ago.” He replies, calm and completely untroubled. As if it were normal, and she is somehow the strange one for not being able to control her body’s response to the terrors plaguing her sleep. Perhaps she is. Her Master has willingly chained himself to a monster that devours galaxies to satiate his hunger for absolute power. Most of her friends and comrades-in-arms are either dead or missing, a fellow Padawan and former lover is hunting down Force-sensitive children for slaughter or brainwashing; Her current lover-enemy-ally is a former Sith assassin at the head of a criminal empire. And Ahsoka....Ahsoka lies, steals, and kills while she bargains with slavers and worse for anything that will help keep the Rebel Alliance alive and undetected just one day longer. What is the point? Even control of the Force eludes her because she cannot find peace. The closest she comes to it these days is the brief oblivion of climax or a few hours of dreamless slumber. The rest is bitterness and pain wrapped in a dull grey haze.Which is why she is here. Maul at least makes her feel something. The sharp bite of anger, the rush of drive and ambition, the raw red strength of clinging to life and refusing to let go. She pulls away then, turning over and presenting herself to him. “Are you certain?” “I’m not in the mood to beg. Now-aaaaaAAAaaah-” Before she can issue an order, he has grasped her hips and is entering her roughly. She is not quite ready. Every shift and thrust hurts, but this is what she wants. To be used hard enough that she aches for days afterwards, just to hold on to some sliver of what keeps him burning so fiercely. Maul presses her down, forcing her to turn her head to avoid being smothered by the pillow, the peaks of her breasts rubbing against the sheets as she is made to lift her backside higher. The change in angle is enough to provoke another long, mangled stream of vowels. “Touch yourself.” He hisses, and oh, it feels as if he could pierce right through her and keep going.Every sharp plunge impacts her cervix, the sound of their bodies meeting only becoming more and more crude as her arousal builds. Ahsoka pants and reaches for herself in a half-dazed state as he growls and fucks her harder. The base of him slides against her fingertips a few times before she finds her nub, circling it with her middle finger as her other digits spread her folds open. “Now. You will tell me what is wrong.” Her stomach sinks even as he makes her moan. “W-what are you talking about?” “Your presence in the Force is practically non-existant, despite the ghosts that cling to your shoulders.” Maul snarls. “You are lost, listless, submissive...Before, you would have made me struggle for the privilege of having you like this.” She is trapped, something he emphasizes by leaning over, lips brushing against her jaw with each word. “You were glorious, Ahsoka Tano. And now you are a ruin, waiting to crumble.” He still hasn’t let up his pace, as if to discipline her for these ‘defects’. Her lips tighten as she buries her face in the pillow. It is none of his damned business why she is different, now. Besides, why should he care? Ahsoka expects him to keep going, and is mildly shocked when he stops, withdrawing from her core with a speed that borders on violent as he turns her over and yanks her upright. “Look at me.” A demand which she blatantly ignores until he manipulates the Dark Side to hold her chin in place, his hands gripping tightly to her upper arms.

There is anger in his sunburst gaze and in the power that roils and snaps around him, but beneath that...Oh. He is afraid...For her? The revelation hits with the force of a sudden blow to the chest, and only grows more solid as their foreheads come to rest together, his stare softening by slow degrees. “I-” Ahsoka swallows a choked sob. “You were right. Anakin- he-he was Sidious’s apprentice all along. I didn’t want to believe it, but Vader-” She can’t bring herself to say the words. “I failed him. If I hadn’t left-” “No.” Maul’s snarl cuts into her self-recrimination. “Your Master failed. And continues to fail every day that he allows Sidious to live.” He releases his grip to trace the outline of her lekku, then up her throat and along her jaw. “They think themselves untouchable, but they forget...The dark is generous, and it is patient, and soon, very soon, their stars will burn out.” His words are silk and poison on the air, and she wants- “Join me.”

“What, no offer to rule the galaxy this time?” She retorts dryly, trying to cover up the fact that she is wavering, kept on the edge of a steep cliff by the barest sliver of rock.

“You have rejected power, revenge, and almost every other shade of temptation placed before you. I can only offer myself.” There is some scrap of cautious hope in his gaze as he answers, the words devastatingly simple. Yet for someone like him, secrets and vulnerabilities so carefully safeguarded, it means everything. If she accepts, if she falls, her life will change irreversibly. There is no guarantee that she will be able to hold onto herself once she takes that final step. Maul has never been a moderating influence. And Rex...She’s not certain what he or anyone else she still calls ‘friend’ would think of this. Perhaps...it is not impossible to find a middle ground. “Show me?” Ahsoka asks, breathless and uncertain, but willing to extend some degree of trust. “Breathe.” His hands sweep downwards to rest lightly at her sides, ribcage expanding and contracting under his fingertips. “Focus on your passions, your fury...And let them out.” Her eyes close as she matches his pattern of breathing, positioning herself on his lap and bracing her hands on his chest. She takes him inside her again. Gradually, gently as the Dark Side seeps in. It is cold at first, almost numbingly so. But after the first adjustment...Ahsoka can feel Maul much more intensely; The difference of being on the same wavelength as opposed to different signals. There is even a dizzying moment where she sees herself through him, sees her eyes open, burning gold with a ring of blue flickering around the pupil like a candle-flame. The surge of wonder-possession-desire-protection from her lover threatens to sweep her away for a moment. “Is...Is this what you feel all the time?” When he’s with her, at least. Considering his default state is prickly at best and downright murderous at worst.

“The intensity is the same, yes.” His head lowers to let his mouth pay homage to her breasts as they move together. This feels...right. A slow build-up of pleasure as emotions, thoughts, and sensations twist and weave together. There are words lurking within his head that have her dragging her nails over his torso. He really...Wants that, with her? Strangely, the idea isn’t repulsive. At the very least, it means that he desires an equal partner, not a subordinate. "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. [We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors.]" Their voices merge in ancient oath, parting only when something else speaks through them.

“There is no Light-” “-without the Dark.” “Through passion, I gain focus.” “Through knowledge, I gain power.”

“Through serenity, I gain strength.”

“Through victory, I gain harmony.”

“There is only the Force.”

There are no words to describe what is happening to them right now. No defined point where she ends and he begins. Their awareness is scattered across galaxies, caught in the endless cycles of birth, death, and renewal before everything is once again narrowed to a single point and they cannot handle it... It feels as though years have passed when Ahsoka opens her eyes again.The Light practically hums without her even needing to reach for it, but the Dark is there too, vibrating in harmony. She is not...free from her burdens or her ghosts, but she has another purpose, now. And perhaps more than that. “I can feel your ambition, my Lady.” Maul’s voice is a teasing rumble next to one of her montrails. “Whatever are you planning?” “To lure Vader into a trap. He can either fall in line...Or get out of the way.” If she cannot persuade her former Master to topple Sidious, she will have to kill him. There is no other option. Of course, she will need to plan carefully to have any hope of success. But if the risk pays off...She kisses him one last time, brief but passionately, his grin full of visceral pleasure as they part. “I may have some...suggestions to that effect.” “Mm, I’m not surprised. But first, my Lord, I think we’re due another round of celebrating.” (A/N: Whoo! Okay, so going in order. Barriss Offee is the Seventh Sister in this fic and her and Ahsoka were previously involved because I’m a sucker for tragedy. The ‘dark is patient’ line is taken and bastardized from Matthew Stover. Yes, Ahsoka and Maul are married by Mandalorian custom in this fic and they’re speaking the version of the Gray Jedi code that I like best because it flows well. *insert ‘That’s not how the Force works!’ joke here* Also Ahsoka’s eye colour is back to normal after they ‘finish’;). Hopefully this works as a suitable compromise between the tropes that I wanted to incorporate. Cheers!)

#maulsoka #this took a bit longer than I expected but hopefully you're happy with the result #despite technical issues bcuz tumblr's app is shitty #NS.FW

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thisisyournarratorspeaking · 3 years

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confessions of the fox by jordy rosenberg.

when is the shortened past tense used? (”deceiv’d,” “lock’d”)

key words, not all past tense. emphasis? negative words, strongly felt words?

physical confinement as a choice preferable to confronting internal confinement head-on (better the cage you’re used to)

“This lock can’t be picked” heard two ways - a jail sentence and a challenge

‘honest stench’ the book’s focus on body fluids, smells, marks, alterations - as a draw, not repulsion

Bess observing how Jack enters the room; use of rain clearing, red sunset in frost (!!! fire! snow! opposites!) to show time and space (and tension) between them

first meeting, elbow in ale, greetings and common language - “Who here’s heaven-born?” we’re none of us holy and yet you want to be here - sunset (and Red and Heart) returns at the moment of Bess giving her name

you associate the environmental cues with these momentous occasions - the weather gosh

Jack giving his name, “saying himself into being” - then Bess says his name and he is embodied - something about the two sides of a coin, to name and be named, the reciprocal action really screwing (hah) a thing in place

the singing, and how a common language is flirtation - resonance and the tripping tongue in “My dear, I draw latches.”

Bess captures the bug instead of killing it (and later we see villain kill a bug, I think) what do you do with what’s commonly considered ugly? or unusual? a signal of ‘this, too, is worthy of care,’ to Jack and to the reader

“one of the first things lost in translation is the apparent fixity of gender.”

fox, an endearment, ‘enfoxment’ - to love the rogue, the other

em-dash ending clipped sentences, showing excitement, the brain ahead of the body (or vice versa)

description of the architecture Jack’s about to climb on his way to Bess, how it’s sexy - “bricks unlaced” “windowsills tonguing out”

Bess’ low voice for Jack = genuine interest, vs. high-pitched performance for customers - how we perform gender and sex

“Now that there was a Horizon, he saw just how far off it was. And if it was unreachable?” the flipside of wanting: not getting what you want. the flipside of knowing: you know how far you are from what you want.

“...there was no other way to put it but that he wanted to have a Body in her presence...” - Bess’ role in confirming to Jack who he is, that he exists; naming and claiming as a two-part process, something we do not do alone

you cannot dictate when and how you will be confined so for heaven’s sake, don’t do it for them

‘not knowing how to stay’ vs. ‘how to stay Seen’ - balancing the desire to escape any kind of confinement with the recognition, the gaze that grounds you and fixes you in the universe

vulnerability yields vulnerability

“I don’t give language to things that are beyond it.” -- “Things that aren’t a matter of free will. I mean, in that Spinoza-sense.” - Bess

objects want to be used and loved - how they actively speak to Jack, who liberates them - motion and change as the purpose of any being

“He wanted to be known by her more than he needed to hide from her.”

how information moves in the story - Bess is the learned one, we learn most of the facts through her

GHOST SHIPS???

okay, abandoned ships, fine

Jack can see the mercy she’s offering in closing the gap of his knowledge/letting him slide because he’s white, she knows he’s prey to his own ignorance - a mercy and a choice

wording - “banging in the undertows, shushing against the sands”

bodies shared as language, a physical speaking

‘it’s for those with nothing’ - Voth saying this isn’t for those who are comfortable

from Voth and sex with ex, abrupt jump to the setting of his ex’s past, through Voth’s perspective, we learn the location of what she did, what she read, who she became (jumps are important, I think, and perspective - who is telling us about who? and what work does the contrast do, to jolt us and make us pay more attention to this new place we’re in?)

different flavors of dissociation between Bess and Jack, the latter sinking and the former separating

the FIRST time we hear Bess’ first person thoughts, narrator doesn’t interrupt, we’re meant to tune in more closely

“...you can’t use your misery as a talisman against worse misery.”

the open ending, how the goal of those going back and editing is to open history - oh I love this

#confessions of the fox #didn't realize I took this many notes #kinda a nice way to get into reading a thing #pardon the jumble #ohhhh just realized dashboard doesn't show indented bullet points #why on earth NOT

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❝𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 !¡ 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇 ❞

CHAPTERS “ 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 “

The northern jail was the most dangerous in the country, social scum, thousands of criminals were locked behind their bars. Who would tell poor Blair that he would end up there because of his father’s mistake. The problem was not the lack of hot water, but that inhuman obsession that many of the prisoners had for “new toys.” Rookies had two options; be submissive and abide by veterans’ orders or suffer the dangerous anger of those disturbed minds. It all started one night when Blair had the bad idea of going to shower alone.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jungkookoffender au x (female: Blair). 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: smut.(later), offender au, fluff, angst. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 4 k 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔: +18 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: abuse,very violence, , sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage, half-naked, muscles.

𝓥𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂: gongjunim❥princess.

Suddenly, the heaviness of his breathing stopped bouncing off the surface of my ear. Proof that he had taken a safe distance.

Small deaf sounds flood the awkward silence of the cell. I knew he was the cause but I still didn’t have enough courage to uncover my eyes. On the contrary, I took a step back as a precaution. As a result, my back hit the hardness of the door. A slightly deep and clearly mocking laugh came out of Thirteen.

“You better get out of there, you get in the way, little gongjunim.”

Who told me?

“What?” I asked, under a diction that showed how confused I was at his change of language. Put your eyebrows together. Uncover my hands to speak, however, the run over tone that I didn’t want to emit had been the protagonist in my language. In front of me there was a thirteen already dressed. He had previously placed a white shirt and the yellow jacket common to all. The fabric clung to the muscles of his arms like a second skin that, in comparison to my thin limbs, left much to be desired. As if it were a hobby of his, the sleeves had rolled up. The marked veins descended from his forearm to his narrow wrists. There was something about that boy that evoked me to detail it with curiosity. Maybe, because it probably is and will be the most ambiguous being I’ve ever met before.

“You have to stop looking at me like that or it may be that this gets a little out of control.” I utter between short but concise laughs, stating with a single gesture that I was caught looking at him. Snorting a half smile and showing his teeth a little in the process. Had noticed? And how not to do it, idiot, if it’s the only thing you’ve done since you’ve met him? But … What did he mean by saying “the thing is going to get a little out of control”? I have not understood your reference. Well, that is nothing new since it is hard for me to understand people. However, there is something that invites me to think that there is something else behind his white smile.

“Sorry.” I whispered intimidated by her dark gaze. I gasped an awkward smile after my apology. I interlocked my fingers in the area of my abdomen. I felt totally stupid for not knowing what to say. But the echo bothered me. My tongue was paralyzed for no known reason as if only its presence prevented me from acting accordingly.

“Thirteen.”

Drown a shout at the appearance of a figure behind me. I separated completely from the bars when they opened. And that was when I turned around. My eyes widened on their own when I recognized the redhead who had harassed me in the morning. I am so nervous that I take steps back without measuring the consequences. Because as soon as I take the sixth step my back crashes into a muscular surface. I startle turn. Thirteen looks at me from above. And I swallow without control because his gaze causes me so many nerves that I lose track of time.

“I see that you have kept your word, dear friend.” His voice is so perverse that my body turns alone. I squint my eyes with intrigue. The description I can give of your smile is simple, it is so big that it gives chills. When Thirteen tilts me to approach the redhead my nose inspires instinctively. A smell of caramel stuns me for a few seconds. It is such a sweet smell that it leaves me in a trance state because curious as that coincidence seemed, the taste of caramel was one of my favorites. Returning to reality. Thirteen and the redhead talked too close as if the subject of their conversation were private. Feeling out of place, I intend to leave there. But as they occupy the space of the door I find myself trapped. The redhead looks at me for a few seconds and then smiles and says something in Thirteen’s ear. Then he patted his arm and Thirteen looks at me. He sucks his cheek inward before his friend will speak to me. “So how much do you leave it to me?”

Thirteen crosses his arms while taking a deep breath. Bury it between the two men but the situation lacks sharpness and I can’t understand what is happening. And only then, when I perceive a black glow in the redhead’s eyes, is it when I can realize what is happening. Because when I brush my lip with a finger and his gaze sweeps my body I feel arcades so suffocating that my knees almost bend.

“Two thousand five hundred dollars.”

My eyes look at the guilty immediately. It can’t be … My mouth dries so fast. Ajar the lips suffocated. My head spins. My arms fall on each side of my body. Suddenly, I feel that my body weighs too much. That the pressure of my forehead has increased by the drops of sweat that have accumulated abruptly. Only the redhead’s outrage hits me in the temple. I get dizzy at his screams that he didn’t even hear because I run away as soon as he moves to claim the loudest. What the fuck just happened? My feet bounce against the metal of the stairs. He didn’t even take the precaution of grabbing the railing while under. All I care about is getting out of there. Get away from that maniacal redhead and especially him. Of the main culprit.

As soon as he crossed the humbral of module five, a hand catches my arm turning sharply.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I said in his aggressiveness that what he had just asked me was not a question but a warning. I take my hand to his to release me but all I get is that he pushes me towards the wall and looms over me. His dark hair covers his eyes. It seems agitated. More than annoying with my attitude. His chest goes up and down. And his breathing hits my face with such intensity that his breath mixes with mine. Then, he took the audacity to face him and look for his eyes between his disheveled bangs but I regret it as soon as his gaze pierces mine. I perceive so much coldness in his eyes that breathing gets stuck in my throat.

“No-o, what have you believed yourself?” I answer, overwhelmed by the lack of space. My hands push his chest. Barely a centimeter moves. His eyebrows frown. His lips clench when my hands hit him. Your discomfort increases over time. I get a little surprise when his brow wrinkles dissipate for a short period of time, but he quickly gathers it again. I turn my face when its closeness increases. Fear floods my senses and takes control of the trembling of my body.

“What did you say?” He whispers straight into my ear. I perceive so much threat in your question that my lips press between tremors. Your hot breath soaks the surface of my skin. His nose widens as his breathing level increases. Support your arm by dilating your muscles beside my head. Your veins welcome me presumptuously. My cheek melts into the wall to get as far away from my body as possible. I don’t even want to touch him. Through a hoarse laugh he bows again and disturbs my tranquility. “At what fucking moment have I asked for your opinion, bitch?”

My eyelids cover my eyes with repulsion. A lonely tear caresses my cheek when it falls from my eye. I feel so powerless. I am sure he knows that he has left me silent, that he has control of the situation and that I am afraid of him. So much so that the fact that he called me a whore forces my mouth to remain closed. The hand I had supported carries it to my jaw. His fingers hover, leaving some noticeable red marks drawn. My face turns so hard that I groan. My face has been crushed under his big hand. And for the second time, I do nothing.

“You’re worth nothing.” exhale with determination. “You’re just a whore who is going to fuck that guy because he owes me a favor.”

“I do not…”

Lower your hand to my throat and squeeze.

“What?” He places his ear near my mouth. Smile when I say nothing. Close your hand drowning. I stand on tiptoe and put my hands to his wrist. The view is clouded but I can see his sick expression. Opening his eyes, smiling as if from his aggression will bring inhuman satisfaction. I want to cough. Shout. Run. But his hand has me attached to the wall. My feet stop touching the ground when I slide up. “You’re lucky they don’t want marks because shit you win, I have to mark you to show you who’s boss.”

The air returns to my lungs when it releases me. I fall sharply to the ground. When I fall, my knees bounce and I groan among coughs impregnated with saliva. I hold my body with my hand and with the other I wrap my neck. Tears sprout from my eyes and my panting sobs are only the result that I need air. Dammit. He has treated me like his toy and I can’t even yell at him because my throat doesn’t allow it. I arrive a short look at his body. His satisfied expression bounces in my red and swollen eyes.

Suddenly, his hand encloses my arm and lifts me. His action is so rushed that my body leans against the wall so as not to fall.

“I’ve reached an agreement with him but he doesn’t have my money.” His finger sinks into my collarbone, throwing me against the wall. And even if the situation is not for relief, I recognize that a part of me feels calmer.

A sob escapes my lips. He pushed me away without measuring the consequences. When my knees stop shaking I try to get out of there, but his hand clings to my arm and pulls my body towards his again. Our torsos collide as a result of their sharp force. My eyes never stop looking at the floor at any time. I’m scared. Cold chills that accumulate excessively travel along my body. My arm bends instinctively. This time, and less badly, it does not exert so much pressure. As if the circulation of my fingers can run freely without pauses.

His lower lip is lodged in the area above my cheek, however, it is his hot breathing that moistens the area with confidence. Breathe in strongly inhaling my smell. Capture the essence of the coconut shampoo from my previous shower. He stands still as if the sudden change in aroma had hypnotized him. The eradication of my captor falls considerably. Then, he takes his hand away from my arm and I feel the reddened area in small massages.

“Can I go?” I ask, under a soft and submissive vibrato. My boldness, this time, has no negative repercussions. Thirteen smiles. He elevates his corners with satisfaction because he knows that I am asking for permission. In other words, I am accepting that you have me under your control. His hand takes my chin and lifts my head through a gentle movement. My eyes observe in the front row the masculine features of his profiled face. I find it hard to keep them open, they weigh and sting me.

When his breathing falls on my face, I close them instinctively.

“Now you are mine,” he confirmed, in a dominant tone. Ejecting confidence through his eyes as he inhaled a whisper over my cheek. “Yes, I trust your discretion.” No one can know. Just you and me. It will be our little secret, okay?

In a concise nod, accept your conditions. I opened my eyes only not to trip over my flight. As a precaution, I kept my speed down only until I was sure that I was not under his sinful gaze. I was not directed to my cell as surely that monster must have supposed. As soon as I opened the bathroom doors, I ran to one of the empty cubicles and went inside. I closed the door and supported my back. The tears did not wait and wet my cheeks as soon as I slid to the ground. I hid my head between my knees to calm the rumble of my sobs. I didn’t even care about the musty smell of the corners of the bathroom. Kick the ground helplessly. My throat was torn as a result of the deafening scream that my voice cried out. He had fallen very low. A disgustingly familiar sensation seized my sanity and I ended up rising from the ground. I left that place smelling of dirt to lean on a sink. What I visualized in the cracked mirror left me stone. Because I didn’t see myself with red cheeks and swollen eyes but my mother. And then, I realized that unwittingly I had become her.

By the time I entered my module the sobs had dissipated and my breathing calmed. I ignored the sexist comments of a couple of dams and climbed the stairs to head for my cell. The arms fell on each side of my body as if the movement of them would spend too much energy and I didn’t have enough. With the hump of my back protruding from my curved position between the cell.

“Take care, okay?” Dallas’s sweet voice overwhelms me so much that I stay on site. My eyes bump into a black leather suitcase. Frowning I follow the legs beside him, Sole is the owner. Forgetting the dry tears drawn by my cheeks I approach the two women with confusion.

“What is this? What happens?”

Sole releases Dallas’s hands to land in front of me.

“I’m leaving, my love,” he announces, through a melancholic tone. Filled with an ambiguous sadness that causes Dallas to smile faded. “They are going to transplant me a new heart.”

“That we are going to the hospital, Barbie.” - inspiring while stretching your arms lazily. Still without abandoning his decayed posture. I cover a gasp with my palm when I hear all the information together. A woman of her age should not worry about those things. She is such a shame … She is a great friend and of course, life has not been kind to her. I feel sad for two reasons. The first, that we leave the only friend I have had in this unpleasant adventure. And the second and not least, that these operations have their complications and I do not want any evil to happen.

Leaving aside his damn nickname towards me, I pick up Solé’s calloused hands between mine to give him my silent support.

“Lucy, why don’t you take my bag down?” I have to say something to Blair before I leave.

“Fuck.” He frowns. “Just because you’re you.”

Leaving aside the new data of the real name of Dallas. I wait patiently for Sole to start the conversation that judging her withdrawn attitude must be one quite seriously.

“Take care girl.”

He widened a small smile.

“I know, Solé.”

But my answer does not convince your old experience. He brings his hands to my cheeks and caresses them tenderly. I remain still before his maternal start, without knowing how to act. And I know, the remains of my cheeks have not been ignored by her. Who knows I’ve been crying and somehow, try to comfort me.

“Blair, honey …”

“Only …”

“Shut up girl, I’m talking.” Braying through an affectionate complaint. Despite my low level of well being a little laugh pierced my lips. “Don’t let anyone make you feel inferior.” Because when you give them that privilege you give them control of your life.

My eyes traveled by themselves to the side of the room. A wry smile hugged my lips as the previous scene began to roam my mind. I still remembered the pressure of his fingers closing on my neck. His eyes injected with fury. His pleasant expression as I snatched the air. For being subjected to a suffering of my own, I didn’t even realize that Sole had intertwined our hands. Providing a caress to my knuckles, she slowly let go of my arms, and then left the cell.

Embracing my own body to counteract the wet cold of mornings in the yard. I emitted a gasp as soon as the saliva slid down my throat. As I deduced, two large reddish marks and a few smaller ones had appeared on the skin of my neck. The pain was awful. Go down the tiny step that separated the pavilion from the track. He shouldn’t have gone out even though the demand was something he clearly needed urgently, since he would later regret it. The error was present when two men tilted my body, the problem was not those strangely familiar people, but the big back that did not take long to appear in front of me. The feet were nailed on the asphalt by instinct. Breathing increased significantly when recognizing that muscular body. Panic. Memories whipped my self-control. Anxiety clouded my eyes in quick tears.

Reversing to flee from there, I ended up bumping into someone. When I turned startled I found that guard I met the first day.

“Are you all right?” I ask through a careful tone. Paying primary attention to my trembling and the fearful opertura of my eyes. I gave a quick bow as an apology. My hurried gesture alarmed his suspicions more. Turn your neck to see how Thirteen and his friends sat in one of the stands. He had not seen me or had simply decided to ignore me. Which I appreciate. A soft caress transformed into a voice attracted me enough to return my attention to the boy in front of me. “Hey, is something wrong with you? All good?”

His curiosity was directed openly towards my interest in the three men at the back of the courtyard.

“Yes.” Speak abruptly. “All right.”

“Sure?” His distrust reigned in his narrowed gaze. I didn’t know very well what his interest was in knowing my good being, but such insistence increased the degree of my anxiety. Because every minute I spent here, in everyone’s view, increased the possibility that Thirteen would see me. And shit, I didn’t want that. “Has Jeon done anything to you?”

“Who?”

I wrinkled my nose. My dismissal caused him to sigh and close his eyes.

“Thirteen.” He pronounced slowly.

The blood left my face suddenly. The paleness that adorned my white reaction was the hint that I had hit the spot. Getting nervous I waved my hands to give up on that idea. What I needed to become a sneak. The man inclined his head with some curiosity. And then, I looked closely at its prominent features. Dark and thick eyebrows. Fine but appetizing lips. And expressive eyes that looked at mine bright by the accumulated humidity. He was taller than me, clearly taller than me. Slim, strong and muscular looking. On another occasion, I would have stayed to give him a conversation, but that would only have been before. Now, I was very screwed.

Trying to escape his questionable eyes, I tried to pass by his side but his hand stopped me by my forearm.

“Where are you going?” I whisper as he raises his incredulous eyebrows. Nervous, I turned my attention to its former owner. Seeing that he was not only looking at us, but also kept a cold expression. I despair. I shook my arm violently so he would let me escape. By God, I didn’t know where he was getting. He undid his grip slowly, however, he did not abandon his position. His dark orbs kept looking at us. Sweat bathed my forehead as a neutral smile pierced his lips, one that conveyed two things; that I was screwed and that later I would have reason not to keep breathing. I didn’t even realize that Garcia was also looking at the Asian. Only until Thirteen I greet him with a little wink that made him roll his eyes. “Cocoon …”

Taking advantage of his mistake he managed to return to the pavilion. However, an annoying scream stopped me.

“Hey!”

My eyes closed together with my fists. But unlike his high tone did not seem annoying, just a little stunned by my sudden escape. I waited patiently for him to say what he wanted to tell me, but all he did was show me a small, elongated object.

“You’ve fallen to the ground.” He extended his hand to offer me the fork. I instinctively touched my hair and yes, it was indeed mine. I nodded and accepted my object back. It seemed as if he wanted to tell me something else but did not have enough courage. His half-open mouth was the one yelling at me. Then, he relaxed his shoulders in a heavy sigh and curved his lips in an afflicted smile. “If you have any problems, please don’t shut up.” I can help you but only if you let me.

“Nothing happens to me.” I repeated, to the full. He had to snatch those ideas from his head or later regret it. The tension in his shoulders was reflected when he stretched his back. For my part, I was so tired and sleepy that I could barely make voluntary movements.

“Then why didn’t you stop looking at Jeon?”

Stupid.

“It catches my attention, that’s all.”

My answer did not seem to convince him but he said nothing about it.

“My turn in the library starts in five minutes, I have to go.”

“Now, hey, wait …”

But for the second time, I was running from an awkward situation.

The dim light in the library had healed my tired eyes. Medicine without a leaflet, perfect so that my pupils will not be punished by the scandalous light of the sun. He had had a deep talk with Mrs. Hero about the problems in the marriage. Of course, when I have no idea about the subject, I decided to nod until I gave up. Nor did she want to be rude to the old woman. Well, since I arrived here I had not done anything that I decided by my own voice. The movement up and down the stairs had left me ground, my muscles contracted and heavy. Without a doubt, it was not the best cure to make sudden movements if we consider that he had hardly slept three hours in a row. Therefore, when I uploaded the last batch of books to the kitchen shelf, Mrs. Hero gave me permission to go to rest. But how can I tell him that even though I was in my bed, lying down, with my head resting on the pillow that I couldn’t close my eyes for fear that scary images would shake me in dreams. Because for the first time in years, the protagonist of my nightmares was not my father but the cause of my bruises on my neck.

Dallas slept peacefully on her mattress and I, however, had half an hour watching as the metal spirals held the weight of the mattress above. I tried to close my eyes, let the fatigue win but reopened them without remedy. The next day the dark circles would reappear under my eyes if I couldn’t sleep, shit. When I try a second time to close my eyelids, it is nothing more than the screech of the door that forces me to open them again. Then, when giving me the support of my hands I get up and see it. The world falls to my feet.

“Come, let’s go for a walk, gongjunim.”

✞

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Rough Draft for a Venom Sequel Plot

So in light of Andy Serkis being set to direct the upcoming sequel to Venom, and other similar news, I thought it’d be fun to bring up a rough draft I made for a Venom sequel, shortly after I’d watched the movie in theaters.

It’s actually the first of a few rough drafts I had in mind for Venom 2, as well as a Venom 3. I also had ideas for a Venom 4, and maybe even Venom 5 and 6, but I’m not entirely sure.

For now, though, I thought it’d be fun to share some of these ideas had! I hope anyone reading this enjoys!

Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Bloodshed, etc. below. The idea is that this film will be Rated R, so expect some heavy content.

The movie starts off with a prologue of the initial origins of the Carnage Symbiote (AKA Red). Perhaps it was born of Life Foundation scientists scraping together bits and pieces from Venom and Riot. Alternatively, Red lands on Earth on its own. Either way, it has arrived, or is about to.

Cut to a scene of an abusive husband doing typical horrible things in a poor neighborhood apartment. The poor wife is screaming for help, and the terrified son is watching. Eventually, the son musters up the courage and yells at his father to stop.

The abusive father, in a calm rage, turns around and advances, lashing out and asking if the son ‘wants some’. Right on cue, the wall bursts, and in comes Venom with the biggest, dumbest, shit-eating grin on his face. “I want some!” He muses. The abusive man screams and tries to run, but Venom ensnares him.

Venom tells the man that he will never hurt anyone again- No doubt due to the fact that he’ll be eaten. Venom then opens his mouth and lunges in, but instead bites the man’s arm off instead. The man, terrified, runs off, trying to staunch the bleeding. Within, Venom complains that he only got to eat PART of the guy, and Eddie muses that the two shouldn’t abuse their power too much.

The terrified son, meanwhile, approaches Venom and asks who he is, and what else to do. Venom tells the son to always protect his mother –unless SHE abuses him, too- and then turns to leave, before adding the iconic “We are Venom” line. Then Venom swings away, having developed web-slinging as a technique.

Cut to a montage of Venom going about, helping in whatever anti-hero way he can. A would-be rapist is quickly gulped up by Venom. A corrupt corporate dude manages to cheat people out of money, but Venom crashes in and forces him to return the money, threatening to eat the guy. Said dude questions how Venom knew of this, and Venom muses that he has ‘sources’ (AKA Eddie’s investigative journalism). A person is selling drugs and ruining lives and is predictably devoured, as is a human trafficker.

Throughout the montage, we have Venom cracking really cheesy, edgy one-liners that he unironically enjoys and thinks are actually cool. Eddie can’t be bothered to break the truth to him, not that it matters all too much.

The montage ends with Eddie and Venom overlooking San Francisco. The two discuss their recent string of crime-fighting, as well as subtler affairs involving Eddie’s own journalism. Venom is occasionally used to do things Eddie can’t legally do. All in all, it’s a good life, and Venom agrees with Eddie that their symbiosis was quite beneficial.

Suddenly, the two spot some generic bank robbers getting away with a heist. The pair give chase, but are soon hindered due to disagreements on how to act. This slows down the duo and causes them to freeze up in vital moments, and it ends with Venom crash-landing in an alleyway while the robbers get away.

Miffed, Eddie and Venom ask each other what the hell was THAT?! The two begin arguing over how they should’ve done this, or that… Their debate cools down with Eddie trying to break it simply to Venom, and Venom in return admits that back at his home, just called Homeworld, things are rather different. Recalling this, Eddie asks Venom what his home was like.

Right on cue, we cut to an unknown alien space craft infiltrating earth’s atmosphere, undetected by satellites and sensors. It lands somewhere, and out come a group of Klyntar. Among them are Plague, the Apocalypse group, Clash, etc. (Basically some Symbiote OCs I made up) It’s clear some are currently inhabiting alien hosts, while the others find hosts in humans and even animals.

The group talks with one another mission-style, trying to find Riot, and they decide to use the knowledge of their hosts to figure out where he is. Eventually one host reveals a memory of a news article about alleged alien sightings, one of whom resembles Riot. It also mentions another black Klyntar, whom the Homeworld squad deduce is Venom. They decide to head to San Francisco, having found a lead.

We cut to a maximum security prison. We get a look at Cletus Kasady’s daily routine. Because it’s from Cletus’ perspective, he comes off as a cheery dude with a lot of interest in bloodshed, with everyone else exasperated. Other prisoners are creeped about him- Cletus likes to creep them out with smiles, stares, or friendly gestures. We see how carefully guards restrict Cletus, and we find out why. Cletus finds some unorthodox method to badly stab and wound a fellow prisoner, shedding lots of blood.

As Cletus is restrained, he muses that he loves the smell of blood like coffee in the morning, stuff like that. From the shadows, some scientists watch and mark down Cletus as a candidate for testing.

We cut back to Eddie and Venom going back to regular life and routine. We get to see Anne and Dan again- Dan helps Eddie and Venom with check ups to make sure the two are fine, and regularly prescribes chocolate, having deduced that it has a Klyntar-friendly chemical. Anne uses her abilities as a lawyer to help Eddie take down corrupt people. It’s a very odd sitcom of sorts between two couples, one of which consists of a human and Symbiote. We also get to see some of Mrs. Chen, and Richard. Both are doing better as of late, and we get to see more of Richard’s family and how busy he is. Eddie always makes sure to help, and Venom remarks that he likes the guy.

We then get (in no particular order) various scenes. We see Cletus be rudely awoken and seized for an experiment, which he cheerfully ponders about. Cletus is tied down to a chair and injected with something, and in typical Cletus fashion reacts enthusiastically to the procedure. Nothing happens, and scans show the ‘Proto Symbiote’ apparently dying. Giving up, the scientists send Cletus back to his cell. [Alternatively, Red just finds Cletus and bonds to him in his sleep]

It seems to be worthless, until Cletus awakens to hear a voice in his head. Unfazed, he muses about gaining schizophrenia. The voice clarifies itself as a Symbiote, it thinks… To be frank, it’s not sure. Either way, the two interact, and Cletus explains himself and his world view. Red gets to see Cletus’ life and memories, questioning him on things as Cletus goes through his routine. The regular guards, unaware of the experiments, assume Cletus has gone even crazier. Soon, Cletus and Red hit off and become friends, and Red expresses its own desire to kill. The two experiment on their abilities, and are blatantly peas in a pod.

Eventually, Red and Cletus decide to act. The old guard that hates Cletus mocks him, and in response Cletus cheerfully lashes out with a long red spear, impaling the guard and killing him. As blood spurts crazily and Cletus cheers, Red becomes exhilarant and enthusiastic. However, their celebration is cut off when alarms sound, and as they hear guards storming in, Cletus bemoans a potential separation.

Red reassures him, and spawns hands that tear the cage apart. Guards come in and confront Cletus, telling him to put his hands up. Cletus and Red more or less look at each other knowlingly and are all, ‘Ready, Partner’ when Cletus suddenly forms into Carnage. We first see Carnage as a shadow stretching over terrified guards.

Cut to prisoners just mulling about on an enclosed courtyard, guards nearby, when a guard flies in and hits the wall like a fly, bleeding and torn apart. As everything stops to note, other bloody body is tossed in, and in steps in Carnage- We get to see him in his fully, bloody crimson glory.

Carnage gleefully greets everyone, expressing a desire to kill- And then goes on a massacre. Because this is from Carnage’s viewpoint, the whole massacre is played off as enjoyable and humorous, probably with an inappropriate song like Mr. Blue Sky playing in the background.

Prisoners and guards try to escape or fight back, but it’s for naught. One tries to access an elevator, but Carnage is all ‘No no no!’ playfully and kills the schmuck. It ends with the entire floor smeared and awash in blood. Carnage laughs gleefully and dubs itself by its name, due to Cletus noting Carnage to be his favorite word, followed by Massacre, Bloodshed, etc.

Carnage prepares to leave, declaring “We… no, I am Carnage!” before breaking out of prison and into the night.

We get a scene of Eddie and Venom’s domestic life and their constant arguing. At one point Eddie questions why the two are together, and Venom muses that it’s because they are the only ones for one another. Next is a cut to Mrs. Chen, taking out the garbage or some other mundane task. She smells something funny and hears dripping, rounds the corner…

And sees a torn-apart corpse, blood smeared everywhere, the word Carnage painted above the dead body. Mrs. Chen screams, and then we see Eddie and Venom in the midst of an argument, only to get a call from Eddie’s boss about a murder he needs to see.

Eddie heads off and arrives at the gruesome scene, surrounded by police. He sees the sight and is disgusted, and even Venom is repulsed, noting it to be such a waste of good food before Eddie corrects him.

As people question who could have done this, Eddie hears about Cletus’ escape and realizes that he has a Symbiote. As the two question how this is possible, Eddie gets notifications of more and more similar corpses being discovered across San Francisco. As this horrifying realization dawns in, we then cut to Carnage happily and darkly slaughtering a victim before setting to work writing his name.

Eddie and Venom put together a team plan. We see stuff from Anne, Dan, Mrs. Chen, and Richard. The next night Eddie and Venom set out in Venom form, tracking down Carnage, when they’re suddenly ambushed by the Homeworld squad.

They interrogate Venom, demanding to know why Venom is being a freak and wasting perfectly good food like this, where Riot is, why they fought, etc. It’s clear that neither group is thrilled to see the other, and Venom explains that he found an awesome host named Eddie. The Homeworld Squad is repulsed by the idea, and then hear that Venom killed Riot.

They all laugh this idea off in disbelief. They’d rather believe that Riot accidentally killed himself, and this irks Venom. Eddie and Venom try to fight, but are clearly outmatched and are forced to retreat. Police rush in and the homeworld squad decides to retreat.

As Venom escapes, they come across Carnage finishing a murder. Carnage notes Venom and mocks and challenges him before escaping. Venom tries to chase, but isn’t fast enough. Eddie asks Venom if he recognizes Carnage, but he doesn’t.

Eddie and Venom devise a plan to lure in Carnage. It works- They confront Carnage in a power plant overlooking the sea or something. As the two circle and trade words, Venom asks what’s the deal with ‘I am Carnage’, not ‘We are Carnage’. Carnage explains that Cletus and Red’s symbiosis is so pure and complete that they’re practically singular.

Venom and Carnage fight, but Carnage is the clear winner in this fight. Venom is constantly struggling and panics, which leads to Eddie and Ven fighting and hesitating. Carnage senses this and acts on it, pinning down Venom. Carnage brags that Venom’s bond is not as strong as his.

Cue the classic comic scene of Carnage prying Eddie and Venom apart. The two try to keep connected by the tips of their fingers but are torn apart. Venom is flung aside, and Carnage dangles Eddie over a cliff, deciding to spill his blood into the ocean below. Venom attacks from behind, causing Carnage to drop Eddie into the sea below.

Eddie loses consciousness, and comes to in the hospital with a concerned Dan and Anne. They explain how Eddie was found, and Dan reveals he snuck Venom in to heal Eddie. Ven explains that Carnage left. Venom offers to bond with and heal Eddie, but when he tries the two have issues. Venom is rejected, and the two realize they’re becoming incompatible. The duo becomes frustrated and angry at one another, questioning their bond, and as they fume, Dan timidly suggests they take some time off. The two consider it, but Eddie asks who will defend San Franscisco. Anne volunteers to be She-Venom, low key enjoying the power rush and freedom.

Eddie heals and decides to take a few days off to recuperate. He interacts with his friends, and Chen and Richard can tell Eddie is down. Meanwhile, She-Venom operates. Ven questions why they should even fight Carnage, who wants humanity alive as much as Venom- Anne tries to explain it in Eddie’s terms, but Venom doesn’t understand. The two at least bond over a mutual love and frustration of Eddie, however.

Meanwhile, a store owner checks their chocolate stores to see the Homeworld squad devouring it, and is eaten. As Homeworld Squad discusses the delights of chocolate and argue over who got to eat the human, they consider what next to do. Riot apparently is dead- So what now?

Well, they can at least tell that this planet has plenty of food, so perhaps they can feast- And maybe even head back to Homeworld and bring everyone else. Carnage is listening in on this and acts, tracing the squad to their ship and destroying it, enraging them. Carnage escapes, with Cletus and Red happily noting that Earth must be protected.

Carnage escapes… only to run into She-Venom, who tries to fight him with a police squad. Carnage pins her down and kills several policemen in a big action sequence.

We get more Eddie and Richard interaction. Eddie talks to Richard, who has a wife, about relationship issues, avoiding explaining how Venom is an alien symbiote. Richard provides his own advice, while Anne gives Venom her own insight. The two also note that they have greater differences than Eddie and Venom, and laugh over it.

Eventually, it all culminates in She-Venom trying to fight the Homeworld Squad, being outgunned and outnumbered, until Carnage comes in. Carnage’s bond and skills allows him to defeat the Homeworld squad, with him slicing Plague in half for example. He also utilizes a flamethrower and even a sound device against Apocalypse- Carnage has the stronger bond and outlasts Apocalypse, who gives in and splits before Carnage. Carnage turns off the device and defeats the individual War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death symbiotes. Deprived of hosts, all of the Klyntar retreat into the sewers.

Carnage is triumphant, and then She-Venom hits him over the head with something. It breaks and Carnage is unfazed, because his bond is stronger. He fights She-Venom, pinning them down and mocking Venom for resorting to a c-list, bootleg relationship. She-Venom reactives Carnage’s device, and while Anne and Venom split, they keep the device on long enough to force Carnage to retreat.

They agree that they need to get Eddie and Venom back together. Eddie and Venom meet up and try to sort out their differences, but when they try to refuse, they reject one another. It seems neither has sorted things out yet.

This leads to both getting frustrated again and even lashing out at Dan, before apologizing to him. Anne angrily criticizes Eddie and Venom’s egos, and Eddie storms off.

He soon gets a call for a job, and gains an informant. This anonymous person asks Eddie to meet at a place, and Richard gives him a drive because Eddie’s bike is busted. Richard waits outside and Eddie confronts the informant in a shadowy parking lot, only for Carnage to emerge, revealing it was a trap.

Carnage muses that they hated to leave a job unfinished and have come to finish off Eddie. Eddie tries to avoid death, with Carnage playing a game of cat and mouse. He decides to finish things off, when Richard drives the car into him.

He yells at Eddie to get in, but when Carnage lashes out, Richard takes the blow for Eddie. Eddie is horrified, even as SWAT reinforcements come in. Carnage laughs and decides to let Eddie wallow in misery a bit before leaving.

Richard dies in Eddie’s arms and asks for him to get back with his friend, before recalling his own wife and kids. Eddie genuinely sobs as the uncertain SWATs surround him, concerned, and the camera pans up to the lonely night sky.

Cut to Richard’s funeral. A somber Eddie gives a speech, and Anne and Dan arrive. Anne and Eddie discuss, Venom in tow, and Eddie and Venom reach a consensus on stopping Carnage when Venom notes how he liked Richard, giving Eddie a chance to explain things to Venom in more Klyntar terms.

It’s decided- They have to stop Carnage once and for all. A plan is devised- Dan supplies Eddie with a REM scan machine to hurt Carnage. The plan culminates in She-Venom luring Carnage to some fancy skyscraper.

Carnage defeats She-Venom, but Eddie comes in with a flamethrower and the REM scan machine. Carnage is seemingly subdued, but She-Venom is split apart. At the last second Carnage lashes out, breaking the flamethrower. The ceiling collapses on Eddie, but not before Venom reaches out to him and vice-versa.

The rubble lands, and Carnage turns on a vulnerable Anne, musing about her poor life choices and the weakness of Eddie and Venom. On cue, the rubble rumbles and clears apart to reveal a newly-formed Venom and Eddie, now back together and stronger than ever before. As Anne gets somewhere safe, Venom and Carnage circle one another, with Carnage mocking and questioning Venom’s newly-fixed bond.

In response? Venom challenges Carnage, leading to a climactic final battle beween the two. Floors and windows are shattered, but Venom manages to keep up with Carnage and even land several good hits. It’s clear that their bond has been restored to greater lengths than ever before.

The battle leads to the basement of the building and its power source. Carnage redoes the tear-apart move on Eddie and Venom, but they remain attached by the fingers. Annoyed, Carnage tries to split them with a knife, but it rebounds, not strong enough. Sure enough, Eddie and Venom fuse back together, and in a smooth motion slam a punch into Carnage, sending him flying into exposed circuitry.

As it electrocutes Carnage, Venom acknowledges the strength of his bond, before telling him not to underestimate their bond as well. Red fluctuates to reveal a similarly shocked Cletus, and Venom escapes as the building collapses on Carnage, seemingly killing them.

The protagonists celebrate, as authorities return to report a charred corpse and ashes. The epilogue has Eddie and Venom celebrate their reunification, while visiting Richard’s family to see that they are well.

As they leave, they notice another robbery on the news. Looking to one another, Eddie asks Venom if the two want another go, and Venom agrees with “With you? Always.” Venom forms and swings off.

Cue credits. Then there’s an end-credits scene with a wounded, burnt Cletus being interrogated in a lab. Apparently the corpse was a fake. As far as Cletus knows, Red died taking the damage from the shock and collapse to protect him, and he mourns as scientists analyze him. In a dark spot, he closes his eyes, dozing off, and the last thing he hears is Red’s voice reassuring him that they’re ALWAYS there for him.

In another end-credits scene, a sewer worker is heading down to the sewers to check an issue with the system. Cue a horror scene where he’s cornered in the shadows and drops his flashlight, picking it up just in time to see the Homeworld symbiotes closing in on him. Cue a scream, and darkness once more.

-Additional bits;

-There’s a corrupt tech ceo that Eddie is trying to take down. Perhaps he is the one that Venom intimidates into giving back money. Later, Carnage attacks the person and forces them to create a sound-device against Klyntar for him, as well as explosives to collapse the sewer tunnels on the Homeworld squad under the impression it would kill them. When Carnage lures Eddie in by pretending to be an informant snitching on said CEO, he drops the CEO’s bloody body to reveal that he killed the man shortly after.

-Potentially, Carnage could be the result of scientists implanting ‘Symbiote embryos’ into test subjects, hoping to create a Human-Symbiote bond that is formed through biology. Only Red and Cletus bond, and it’s left ambiguous as to why they worked- Was it luck, or was it because the two genuinely match and enjoy each other? Either way, Red and Cletus’ bond means the two can’t separate from one another, ever. Red, after being implanted into Cletus’ bloodstream, slowly develops and grows within him and initially manifests as just a voice before the two perform their prison break.

-The Scientists responsible for Red are members of some strange cult that worships Symbiotes. They’re led by a masked, cloaked figure with a distorted voice who has an uncanny understanding of Symbiotes despite being human.

-There’s probably going to be a subplot involving Jenna Cole, Andi Benton, and/or Tanis Nieves.

#venom #venom movie #venom sequel #carnage #movie plot #rough draft #writing ideas #eddie brock #symbiote #cletus kasady #klyntar #anne weying #dan #mrs chen #richard #TW abuse #tw blood mention #tw gore mention

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februarysunflower · 5 years

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[2:44pm] All for Show

"Chill with the vodka, Noona. I don't want to have to carry you home tonight." Wooyoung awkwardly chuckles in an effort to avoid the elephant in the room. You pass him a cup of his own before filling the bottom with vodka.

After you had collaborated with ATEEZ on their latest single, rumors started to churn that you were dating one of the members. KQ thought it would be great press for the single, so they secretly signed an agreement with your company to have you pretend to date Wooyoung during promotions.

The only problem? You were secretly hooking up with Yeosang.

So now here you were, about to go make out with Yeosang’s friend at a pool party so the paparazzi could get some pictures of the two of you while Yeosang had to sit back and allow it.

"You heard your managers: we have to go play Fifty Shades for the press. I don't know about you, but I can't do that without some extra courage," you say, gesturing to the bottle in your hand.

Wooyoung sighs, tossing back the liquid and making his nose twitch in the process. "Come on bub, let's get this over with."

You walk him towards an area off to the side. There were two people sitting there, but as soon as you got there, the couple automatically takes the hint to leave. With just Wooyoung and you left standing there, you both hesitate.

"Soooo," Wooyoung walks over to a lounge chair and takes a seat. "Should we just like... start or something?"

He looks up at you standing next to the chair, unsure of how to go about this. You both had to make it look like you couldn't keep our hands off of each other when in reality, you hadn't done anything but kiss a few times for the cameras.

"I, uh, I guess just go for it." You shrug, biting down on your lip.

"Alright Noona, let's do this." Wooyoung reaches out for you to sit with him.

He places his hands on your bare waist and pulls you onto his lap with your legs straddling him on either side. Thankfully, the Grey Goose you'd drank a moment ago is already beginning to kick in, so the uncomfortable feeling that came with straddling Yeosang’s friend is numbed.

Wooyoung is obviously feeling the same effect from the alcohol because he sits up in the lounge chair and gingerly tucks a lot of hair behind my ear. You can feel his heart racing as he looks at you, the nerves from what you’re doing making him extremely timid.

"Remember, no awkwardness. We're just doing this to give the press a good show." You lean in, hoping that once you get going, the discomfort between you at the moment will dissipate. You stop once you’re less than an inch from Wooyoung's lips, your close proximity making it impossible for you to focus your gaze on him.

"No awkwardness," Wooyoung promises before promptly pressing his lips to yours. He pulls your hips towards him, his hands sliding backward and landing on your ass. You try to block it out of your mind at first, but the moment that he squeezes, you jump from surprise.

"What was that for?" You whisper into his ear, despite the fact that no one else is close enough to hear.

"Do you want this to look convincing or not?" He answers.

Dammit, he was right

If this is going to look like an actual hookup, you'd have to move past your kisses-only bubble for right now.

"Fine..." You place a row of kisses down his neck, which makes Wooyoung groan.

"So we're just going with our instincts then?" You mumble against his skin. He takes a forced breath in and bites down on his lip.

"Just try not to act visibly repulsed by the fact that I'm not Yeosang," Wooyoung whispers with a half-hearted chuckle. You roll your eyes at him but catch yourself, seeing exactly what he’s talking about.

"No awkwardness?" He gazes at you expectantly.

"No awkwardness." You nod determinedly before reconnecting your lips.

Wooyoung pulls you down on top of him, helping you to readjust so that you’re laying on his chest. Either he was not one to dominate in a makeout session, or he still felt really awkward having to do this, but either way, you completely took over. You pressed your body to his and moved from Wooyoung's mouth to his jawline, copying how Yeosang normally is with you as your guide for what to do.

"Go ahead," Wooyoung gasps. His forehead is slick with sweat and his breathing has picked up a bit. You’ve never seen him like this before.

"Give me a hickey," he pants, growing more flustered by the second.

"What? No, why?" You whisper in his ear.

You didn't want to tell him that you didn't know how to give one, so you continue to gently kiss his neck to keep up the charade, feeling the dizzying effects of the vodka more strongly now.

"Because it will look good for pictures." He caresses the side of your neck with the back of his hand, sending shivers down your spine despite the context of the situation.

"I don't know how to do it," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed by your lack of experience.

"Then let me give you one," he says quietly.

You know he has a point. If people saw a mark on you, it would definitely reaffirm people's belief that you and Wooyoung were crazy about each other.

Thankfully, you have enough alcohol in your system to get yourself to agree to it.

"Okay," you pull yourself back to face him and nod slightly. He gives you a soft smile and pecks you on the lips.

"Sit up for me, Noona. I can't move much with you pinning me to this chair," he chuckles.

You follow his instructions so that you’re now hovering above him, giving him enough room to adjust his position on the chair. Wooyoung places his hands on your hips and somehow manages to flip you so that he’s now on top.

"Just, uh, relax and let me do the work. You trust me, right?" Wooyoung was still breathing heavily as he gazes down at you with wild eyes. He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and you let out a deep breath.

"Do anything you want to make this look convincing. I'll go along with whatever you do." You whisper to him before giving him another quick peck.

Thankfully the kissing part isn't so awkward anymore, but no amount of liquor could have prepared you for what comes next.

Wooyoung makes a trail of kisses along your cheek and down to the center of your neck. He wraps his fingers in your hair and uses the grip to gently tilt your head to the side. With his canvas laid out for him, Wooyoung places his lips on one spot towards the middle of your neck and lingers there for a while.

You didn't expect to enjoy the sensation, but it’s actually a pleasant feeling that gets your pulse going. At first, it just feels like a kiss, but as soon as he pulls away, you feel a faint stinging on the skin that Wooyoung has just marked. He tries to soothe the area by placing a light kiss on it, but you wince a bit at the sensitivity.

"Sorry, it might be a little sore at first. It's basically a bruise." Wooyoung kisses the skin again, much softer this time, and moves back up to kiss you, this time much more aggressively than before. It takes you by surprise at first, but you credit his new bravery to the Grey Goose.

He uses his body to press me into the chair, and you’re caught off guard by something vaguely familiar pressing into your stomach as Wooyoung kisses you.

You don't mean to laugh, but given the circumstances, you can't help yourself. You snicker into his mouth, and he pulls back enough to scan your face.

"What's so funny?" He questions, giving you quick kisses in between so that it won't look like you just randomly stopped your make-out session. You smile in amusement, thinking of the least insulting way to tell him what you’re laughing about.

"Looks like someone's enjoying himself a bit more than he's pretending to." You flick your eyes down to the waistband of his shorts, and he grimaces at you.

"Come on, Noona, be fair! You got me drunk and then proceeded to make out with me," Wooyoung whines. "You're beautiful! I can't help it!” “

He's got a mind of his own." He looks down his torso and back up at you with a defeated expression.

"I know, I was just teasing you." You lean up to kiss his cheek. "Now finish up so you can go deal with your problem."

"Don't tell Yeosang." Wooyoung winks before reattaching his lips to yours. His hands wander around your bare torso until sliding up to cup your breast.

Alcohol definitely made him braver.

His hips roll down on top of yours and he makes a low groaning sound into your mouth. You feel his lips latch onto the skin just below the hickey he'd given you earlier and roll your head to the side to help him reach it easier. You do your best to keep yourself from audibly reacting, but a soft whimper still manages to escape.

His hand squeezes your breast ever so slightly, and the combination of that with his lips on your neck makes involuntarily moan out his name. You feel Wooyoung smirk against your neck in victory, so you turn your head and lift his to meet your gaze.

"Don't tell Yeosang," you commanded sternly. You already knew Yeosang wasn't going to take the hickeys well, and the last thing you needed was for him to know that you kind of enjoyed making out with Wooyoung. That conversation surely wouldn't go well.

Wooyoung chuckles in response and gives you one last kiss before lifting himself off of you. A wave of relief washes over you as soon as he’s no longer pressed against you, and you let out a huge sigh, which Wooyoung intentionally misreads.

"That good, eh?" He smirks at you and offers you his hand to help you to your feet. You huff in annoyance and give him a tight smile.

"Shut up!" You roll my eyes, but Wooyoung's satisfied smile only grows. He lazily wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his side.

"Come on, Noona. I think we just gave the performance of our lives." He winks at you and leads you back downstairs to find Yeosang so you can both beg for forgiveness.

PSA I moved to atinoona so catch me there for more ATEEZxNOONA smexy time

#ateez smut #ateez #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #ateez wooyoung smut #ateez hours #ateez hard hours #atzwriters

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lordittetsu · 5 years

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The Forest for the Trees

Disclaimer: So, to prevent a bomb of questions I am making a small disclaimer. I just want to make sure that it was known going into this. First, I am not going to tag with trigger warnings, mostly because I don’t entirely know what to cover, but this story has death, betrayal, blood, and drug effects as a main topic, absolutely.

Second, This story will not be known ICly, even in game, it will be religated to a small handful of people as per the request of the DM running the event that this is part of. We are keeping it down to a handful of people right now. Finally, He gets better, don’t worry! (TBH, I just needed a small break after the last week of RP) Enjoy~

The only thing moving faster than Yosei’s feet was the pounding in his chest. He hadn’t a clue where he was running to, just why. His feet were his guide and he was moving as fast as they would take him. The sands became paths, which eventually became grass. He wasn’t paying attention after that. Not to his surroundings, nor how long he had been running.

Finally, he decided it was safe enough to stop, his feet falling onto the soft, wet ground of the forest path he was on. His eyes turned upward toward the canopy. When had it started raining? The soft morning light peeking through the leaves...when had it become morning?

He doubled over, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. Large amounts of air were drawn in, held, and released, in attempts to slow it to a normal pace. After what he felt was an adequate amount of time, he stood back up straight.

His eyes narrowed as they fell onto that middle-aged familiar face. A hyur man, who looked as disheveled as he was old. His long black hair was half-pushed out of his face, his white tunic was stained a familiar, deep red, the source a wound on his neck. “My, my, the cub grew into his bite, huh?” His voice was calm, soothing, much like a father catching up with a son they haven’t seen for years. “The fact that you have the courage to fight in something like Mujihigi really does stay something.” There was a pause as the man held up both hands with a shrug of his shoulder, “Even if you can’t get past the first round.” The Raen drew in a sharp breath, “You aren’t real. You aren’t even there because of the Spider. You are there because my head thinks you need to be there.” “Oh come now, cub, we are here because you /need/ us. You have become complacent and you have lost your way. We need to guide you back on your path, little cub.” A hard look quickly grew on the Raen’s face. His eyes turned to follow the gaze of the hyur, which seemed to be fixed on something behind him. In that moment, his heart would catch and fly into his throat. He tried to swallow it down, but he couldn’t.

This wasn’t just one or two faces he recognized standing in the isolated spot, but many. Dozens upon dozens of men and women, of a variety of ages, stood before him as if he was about to make some amazing speech that had to be heard despite the setting. “None of you are real. You can’t hurt me.” He tried to seem so sure about his words, but in the end, the attempt at confidence fell flat on its face. His heart was starting to race again as his eyes searched the group. Not all garnered the same slam in his chest, but a few key faces did, even moreso as they all started to yell their grievances at him. The voices became a jumbled mess as they didn’t wait to speak in turn. Each had something to say, and it had to be said now. The jumbled mess of words didn’t help as each voice seemed to grow in volume, as if they were attempting to make their point heard. The Raen quickly turned on his heel to start running, but the crowd had moved to encompass him. There were even more faces now. His eyes searched the group as if looking for someone. His heart began to slam in his chest, each thump feeling as if it was sitting in his throat. He felt a quiver tear through him as the panic started to take hold. His head slowly shaking, he now searched for an exit, a way to escape this living nightmare.

“See, cub. We all helped you become the man you were meant to be. Why did you push our lessons aside? Now, you are weak. You are broken. Please take our words.” Once again, his attention snapped to the older hyur. “Fuck you. Shut up.” There were more words, phrases, similar to that. They struck his core. Eventually his mind attempted to shut the words out. Sentences became single words, became syllables. The Raen slowly lowered himself to his knees, his hands moving over the back of his head. “Shut up! Please just end this!” Suddenly, the voices all stopped, just like that. But there were footsteps. Light and slow. They weren’t coming from too far away. Was it the old man? He opened his eyes to be greeted by an emerald gaze.

The aging Au Ra woman took his chin into her hand as she leaned in closer to his face. “My poor, sweet boy, what has happened to you?” She seemed to know exactly where to brush, her touch causing his chin to lift on its own as she scratched his golden scales. “You have fallen...you used to be so agile. What has made you trip so badly?” He didn’t respond, nor would he. The voice...he knew it in a heartbeat. Even if he had his eyes closed, there would be no escaping this. “Mom?” His eyes widened in the moment, the shock so obvious on his face. He went to stand up, but she just responded with a gentle shake of her head. “Shhh… I am here for you. You want this all to stop, right?” Her free hand moved to lightly brush along his hair in a soothing manner, the gesture further pulling him into the warmth that was starting to take him. Her hand moved to the tie that held his ebon locks into place, pulling it free so his hair could fall around his shoulders. “My poor child, you have been through so much.”

Tears quickly came to Yosei’s eyes as he tried to get up again, but she prevented it again. “I did it all for you, to make sure you were safe and cared for. Mom. I love you. I am sorry, for this, for everything, for….” “For killing me, my beloved son? Or replacing me? Or abandoning me? Or your wife? Or that sweet Miqo’te? Oh, and all of your childhood friends? Your responsibility with the Sekiseigumi? Hmmm… My dear, sweet son. I have already chosen to help you. Just as you helped me with my painful existence.”

The blade cut across the neck of the Au Ra, letting more of the blood spill as the life from his eyes went with it. The Spider let go of his chin, allowing Yosei to fall onto the grass. The withered old man knelt before him, digging into his satchel for a glass vial and filled it up with his blood. “The Raen gave a good chase, he did.” His hoarse voice filling the silent void of the forest as he capped the vial with a toothy grin. “Bloodtaker!” From atop the trees, Chitori, the Bloodtaker, leapt down nearby, having witnessed the entire hunt. The Xaela warrior of the Retribution approached the decrepit man, looking down at Yosei slowly passing away. “You didn’t make a clean cut,” said Chitori. He glared back at the Spider, disgusted with his choice of execution. The Spider let out a wheezing laugh before replying. “A punishment befitting a man of such crimes, Bloodtaker.”

Chitori held out his hand as the Spider placed the vial into his palm. The Xaela knelt down, placing his hand onto Yosei’s bloodied neck, feeling the pulse slow down until it was no more. “I hereby confirm that Yosei Ittetsu has been met with Divine Retribution.” The Bloodtaker stood up once more, eyeing the Spider repulsively. “Summon the Vulture. We’re done here.” The Spider let out another wheezing laugh. “The Raven gave explicit orders to leave the body here, Bloodtaker,” said the Spider.

Chitori’s brow furrowed at the turn of events. “This isn’t how we operate, Spider. You claimed the mark; now you sanitize.” The Spider lowered the makeshift goggles that sat on his forehead, pressing a button to activate Magitek legs from a backpack. “I will reiterate for you, Bloodtaker: Kazuma-sama states we leave the body here. You defy the will of the Raven?” Chitori shook his head. “I will still deliver his Rites. Your job is done.” The Spider, with the aid of his Magitek legs, crawled up into the nearby trees. “No need for the condescension, Bloodtaker. I do what is commanded of me. I suggest you do the same.” As the Spider crawled through the trees from the Xaela’s sight, Chitori knelt down to Yosei’s body once more. “Yosei Ittetsu...I won’t be delivering your Rites. Instead, I offer an apology.” His voice grew soft as his contempt for the situation began to grow from within. “A line has been crossed today. An innocent man was marked for death and killed. This wasn’t Divine Retribution. This was Mortal Retaliation. I can only offer my condolences for being unable to prevent such an atrocity. Make no mistake, Yosei...I will do my best to prevent this from happening again.”

Chitori pushed the prone body of Yosei onto his back, placed his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. The Xaela whispered a prayer under his breath before standing up. “This needs to end before more innocent blood spills in our home…” He looked down at Yosei. “...even if I have to spill my own to do so.” The Bloodtaker placed the vial into his belt satchel after one final glance, then walked away further into the forest.

#forest for the trees #storyline progression #ffxiv #ffxiv roleplay #crystal data center #Yosei Ittetsu #Balmung

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jettremy · 6 years

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11 for cas!

( * seven minutes in heaven . )

➥ ( 11. ) needy, hungry kiss.

WHEN YOU LOSE EVERYTHING & all at once, it’s laborious & nearly impossible to escape a mindset so disturbing, jaundiced & detrimental. you morph into an ominous, dark thundercloud, spreading your electrifying negativity like a virus via air particles. those whom you haven’t pushed away yet, you’re poisoning with your blackened blood that’s being paradoxically pumped by the sheer N O T H I N G N E S S between your rotting lungs. you inject your venom into their pristine flesh with every graze of your lips & teeth against their body while hidden beneath thin sheets. all of your friends you’ve abandoned, determining that you’ve acquired a peculiar taste for the menacing touch of self-hatred, the strangling embrace of solitude & the deadly kiss of depression, a taste none of them would understand. you resort to numerous unfit lovers whom you throw away when they fail to make you feel ANYTHING, even if it’s repulsion. you’ve become erratically violent towards your own skin & bones, mutilating & scorching not only your own costume but the world around you as well —— seeing something consumed by flames is comforting & calming, makes you feel as if the destroyed object might sense a sliver of what your insides are going through constantly, or at least when they’re not numbed by the substances that will steal your life away prematurely. all of it jeremy has tasted on his tongue, felt on his skin. all it took was a single summer for him to lose two of the most substantial people of his life and for everything to turn to shit. so far, he’s been through three notable phases & all of them could be linked to a particular love interest of his.

CASSIUS HWANG —— the happiest version of jeremy. back then, everything was normal &, most importantly, easy & painless. he often dreams of the life he used to have & is desperate to experience it all over again.

RHEE TAEMIN —— the worst version of him, one that he wants to erase from his own memory. one that he’s ashamed of, one that he despises with every single cell of his lanky body. occasionally he’s tempted to fall back into his old ways, but, thankfully, he’s regained enough strength to pull himself up every single time & escape his old vices’ vicious claws.

KERRY HIMURA —— the newest version of the artistic male, one that’s yet to be fully explored because he’s stuck healing & finding himself all over again. it’s as if he’s walking on thin ice, deathly afraid of potentially relapsing to his second phase, when all he wants to do is be who he was while dating cas. he masks his true sensitivity with jokes, too busy teasing people to form DEEP, emotional connections with them.

EXTREMELY INFREQUENT ARE THE INSTANCES when the four of them find themselves in the same room, when all of jeremy’s emotions and old selves come crashing together, his various identities colliding and threatening to D E M O L I S H anything and anyone, guilty or innocent, that’s in their way with an overwhelming, disastrous force. he’s on edge whilst appearing to be comfortable on cassius’ sofa, his feelings confusing the living fuck out of him as his wild eyes try to take in everything that’s going on around him. the only indicator that he might be feeling UNEASY is his left leg which is mercilessly bouncing, though, if you know jeremy, you know that’s one of his many, many annoying habits that he can’t seem to shake off. on days when it’s just too hard to breathe, jeremy skips out on these cutesy get-togethers and exchanges them for a night of spray painting and liquor abuse. however, today’s too special for him to ghost on his friends, both in an unexpected, unannounced manner & with a fake excuse. a long time ago, this date used to be one of the most I M P O R T A N T ones to him —— CAS’ BIRTHDAY. days before it, jeremy would prepare gifts for his then boyfriend, little drawings and paintings, he’d rehears playing his favourite songs on his old, beat-up & sticker-covered acoustic guitar, even when he wasn’t the biggest fan of said tunes. he’d treat him like a king on that day, perhaps only a smidge more than he normally would on any other —— he always made sure that cassius was feeling good and was treated properly. whilst recalling some of their joint memories that he holds very dear, like piercing cas’ nose and inking up his skin ( a sign of TRUST in jeremy’s eyes ), or having him lovingly hold remy’s hand when a piercer stuck a needle through his privates, his often red-rimmed, black oak bark orbs are tirelessly following the birthday boy who’s dressed up so nicely. even jeremy found it in him to put on a proper outfit for this occasion —— a dark rose gold silk dress shirt embellished with onyx embroidery on its collar & the very ends of its sleeves ( dae did make him laugh previously by saying it looked like a delicious, mouth-watering raspberry adorn with the sun’s breathtaking golden glow ) paired with tight charcoal jeans that beautifully show that he never skips leg day at the gym. they carry his characteristic edge & rebellion, since they’re tastefully ripped. when he talked to the blond, they might have told him that the fashion major of the group would surely find him attractive in this outfit, which might have caused him to smile secretly. his stomach was tied in knots at the thought of kerry’s reaction & impression of his garments which he assumed she’d keep to herself. chimlin did surprise him with her obnoxious ‘ OMG LEE, YOU CLEANED UP NICELY ’ which earned her a scoff from jeremy who stated that he had a good fashion sense, but that he preferred his cozy, oversized sweatshirts. though, surely everyone would argue that tight-fitted shirts like this one, which show off his lean waist & broad shoulders, suit him far better.

THEY’RE ALL SUPPOSED TO BE pregaming before going out to celebrate cassius’ birthday, but the architect has done his fair share of prepregaming all alone in his bedroom before kerry, bless her heart, came to notify him that it was time for them to leave & go to the mansion next door. though he was, at first, buzzing around the little brunette, complimenting her new hairdo & expressing that he could never in his life decide whether it fits her better than blonde locks or not, once he stepped into his ex’s house, it all stopped abruptly. the two men from his past aggressively dragged his thoughts & feelings away from kerry, mostly because seeing them in the same room always reminds him of how defeating it feels to hurt or be hurt by another person. he realises how badly he’d burn her if she came too close, how she’d get swallowed by his endless darkness if she peeked into his heart —— HE’D DESTROY HER. she doesn’t deserve that. thankfully, he’s not in the limelight tonight, resulting into no one noticing how mopey he’s become whilst sitting on this damned overpriced sofa and gulping some fancy-ass, well-aged whiskey. he’s not sure exactly whose idea was it to engage in many different drinking games, but he sure does pick up on chimlin trying to persuade them to play seven nights in heaven —— sure that childish bitch would propose that, a lover of all things dramatic & secretive. he witnesses her hand the empty whiskey bottle to the peach-haired man, encouraging him to give it a spin. it unsettles the tattoo artist who immediately recalls his ex-boyfriend crawling out of a closet with a blossoming bruise on his neck, made by no other than han yeseul. he’s well aware of the fact that he doesn’t get to be J E A L O U S, mostly because that night he got marked up by kerry and, yes, he fucking liked it, but it still made him feel uncomfortable, tightened his chest significantly. he knows that during these past three years cas must have dated, loved, screwed who knows how many people —— it’s something inevitable —— but the thought of him loving someone else shatters his whole being, mostly because he hasn’t been able to have true feelings for anyone ever since they parted ways. perhaps because he didn’t get proper closure.

HE’S ITCHING FOR A CIGARETTE, a glorious death stick that would ease his nerves while the bottle’s spinning on the floor, making him queasy as he thinks about all the possible outcomes of this situation. he knows that cas doesn’t mind that he smokes, but this happens to be junhyuk’s house as well & he has no fucking clue how the writer feels about having one lit in his home. this is why jeremy ends up anxiously drumming his tattooed, slender fingers on his knees instead. he could deal with cas going into that stupid closet with dae, jaewon, jaesung, dylan and kerry. everyone else ? it’s a strong no from him, considering that yeseul, rin and chim could do who the fuck knows what with him, jun is obviously into him, and … having taemin & cas in a small closet together ? a war would happen and there’d be only ONE survivor ——- yes, he’s the one to blame for that as well. his lids shield his eyes from the bottle, protecting them from what’s about to happen & his head falls back —— he’s not even tipsy at this point which SHOULDN’T come as a surprise to anyone since he’s quite experienced in this domain, his body used to all sorts of opiates that it’s begun to welcome them as if they’re a normal part of his system. having tuned everyone out for a mere second as he braces himself for the worst, he suddenly senses a shove to his ribs —— he’s being elbowed by none other than daehyun for a reason still unknown to the older male. as soon as his chestnuts are revealed, they’re faced with the opening of the glass bottle, which is pointing at him, & numerous sets of eyes boring into him —— F U C K. act cool. act fucking cool. this ? this is the last thing he thought would happen. jeremy forces out an exasperated sigh and theatrically reacts as if he’s done with their childish bullshit when in reality his heart’s shaking in terror in its cavity, like a leaf repeatedly hit with light wind. he pushes himself up & off the elegant piece of furniture casually, his body moving unhurriedly, and refuses to allow anyone to see how solicitous he is about what’s in his and cassius’ near future.

JEREMY’S MASK FALLS AS SOON AS the door closes behind him & he’s all alone with his former lover. his beaming smile lights up the darkness of the tight place they’ve been shoved in, his whole expression indicating that he’s nothing but amused & sated. he reminds himself not to lean back & hit the wood in order to prevent the others from being suspicious of what they’re doing. ❛ oh me, oh my … all alone with the birthday boy ? me ? how did i get so lucky ? ❜ it occurs to him that he has no idea what cas is feeling towards him at this point, or if he has any feelings left for him after all this time. hell, he has no clue what the fuck his own mutilated, bleeding heart wants. still, he takes a courageous step forward, carefully presses the older against the closet wall and snakes his arms around his neck. it feels delightful doing it to someone else for once. although his go to type are petite girls & boys alike ( exhibit a, KERRY —– exhibit b, TAEMIN ), he’s always loved his and cassius’ height difference, basked in feeling small for the first time in his life in the taller man’s arms, adored how he could feel like a protectee rather than a protector, even though cas is much softer & sweeter than jeremy is. it’s good not to get neck & back cramps from leaning down so much, even more amazing having to look up in order to see his handsome features. ❛ this must be the best present you’ve gotten thus far, but the night is full of surprises, cassie. ❜ a whisper taunts cas’ earlobe, along with a set of incisors that graze it dangerously. his desire leads him to the jawline he’s explored many, many times ( much like every other spot of the radio host’s body ), his naturally pouty lips planting kisses on their path to jeremy’s final goal. a pair of nostalgic, desperate hands caresses cas’ sides and then goes all the way down to POSSESSIVELY cup the curve of his back, squeezing hard enough to make their hips clash together, and perhaps earn a gasp. ❛ do you still have that little tattoo i gave you down there ? ❜ of course it couldn’t have disappeared on its own, like cas did from jeremy’s life, and the younger truly doubts cas would go through all that pain just to get it removed, but he needs to ask, his question making his smirking lips brush against the other’s —— he doesn’t cave in just yet, though, he waits for the answer to his teasing. in a pointless attempt to bring his F R I E N D closer, he rests one of his hand on the back of the taller’s neck, and with a hard grip on his thigh, brings his leg up and around his own waist, pressing cas into the wall. immediately after connecting their mouths for the first time after three years, jeremy has to pull back to catch a breath because the overwhelming, much needed contact sucked all the air out of him with its intensity. like a starved animal, he eyes the other’s parted, glossy lips ravenously, along with his somewhat hooded soul windows, & his irresistible expression pushes jeremy into a lip-lock that promises to provoke a spontaneous combustion. his blood vessels are boiling, body shaking as his tongue licks between cas’ precious pillowy softness, tugging on his bottom pinkness afterwards. using his exceptional upper body strength, he picks cas up for a few seconds, just enough for him to crouch and sit on the floor with cas on his lap because ... why exactly would he be standing if he can be comfortable on the ground while sharing needy kisses with the birthday boy ? jeremy slowly dials down on the desperateness, savouring the moment while he can. he pulls away, his hands going up to the other’s face. he brushes his knuckles against his cheek which leads him to gently cradling both of them and tracing cas’ adorable dimple with his thumb. ❛ happy birthday, cas. ❜ he whispers softly, pressing their lips together in a fond, lingering peck. his eyes are shut, his brain going back to the texts they exchanged the other day, when cas asked him whether he was still in love with him. this, this very moment is when jeremy’s insides start PAINING HIM UNBEARABLY.

#i'm sorry #this boy is a mess #and i love the fact that he overthinks yet comes off as a thoughtless idiot ??#( cas. )#riotvcn #( meme: done. )

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kahliethefangirl · 7 years

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Hedda Pt.1

Part 1. Part 2.

Pairing: Ivar x OFC Rating for chapter: G Warnings: None Note: So I thought I’d try to post this. I don’t know how many parts this one will be. English is my second language and I taught myself so I’m sorry for whatever mistakes there may be.

- Chapter 1. Awake.

________ I stand with the woolen blanket tightly around me as I stare to the servant girl pouring the last bucket of steaming water into the wooden tub.

Her face is sweaty from the heat and exertion and if it wasn't for my useless hands still hurting from the frostbite I'd like to help her.

"If you like I can help you wash; the queen says you can't have your hands in the water yet." Ida, as the servant girl had introduced herself as, have a hard time not staring at my white eye.

I look down to my hurting fingers; red and stiff unlike the rest of my pale body.

"Thank you." My voice is a useless whisper and if it wasn't for the fact that a bath was so tempting I'd like to go back to the bed I've been in for around seven days. I haven't been counting, hardly conscious most of the time but seven days is what I'm told I'd been in it for.

She helps me put the blanket away and softly she holds my one arm as I step into the water.

It's hot and burns my skin yet the intense winter outside is creeping through the wooden walls and crawling under the floor of the building: so the heat is welcome.

When sitting down I can see my own reflection in the black water. My hair is a complete mess and although they must've tried to clean me up when in bed dirt and sweat was obvious on my freckled face.

"Lean back and i will try to was your hair." Ida instructs and willingly I do as told.

Her fingers massaging my scalp and attempting to untangle my raven hair sends a shiver of pleasure through my body.

If I wasn't so tired and sore all over I'd like to walk around, stretch my stiff legs and find my forgotten muscles.

"This is oil." With a pop she removes a cork from a small vial and a sweet scent spreads in the steam like a vail around me in the water.

I can feel the knots in my hair ease when she puts the oil in and soon I can feel it untangle and tickle my shoulders.

"You're queen is most kind to help me." I mumble when enjoying the treatment.

The queen, Aslaug, reminding me much of a fox with her cunning eyes and soft hair, had been most keen to have me washed and later fed when they forced me out of bed this morning.

She, a few servants and a healer had been the only ones visiting me during my time under the heavy furs; as far as I remember at least.

"Yes." Ida nods, keeping whatever thoughts she have, for herself. "Would you like me to help you with the cloth?" She wonders and I nod.

I remember my hands almost constantly being in a bowl of lukewarm water and it had started to chase the frostbite away but it would be foolish to have them endure this hot water just yet. At least I will keep my fingers.

The linen cloth is rough yet lovely, scrubbing all dirt and sweat away from my sleepy body.

When they forced me out of bed this morning I've had gotten the usual broth I'd been served since I apparently got here and then I was ushered here to get cleaned up. But the queen had made sure to put in a short interrogation between it all.

But I can't remember. I can't remember why I was coming to this town on that horse in the heart of the fierce winter.

I can't remember where I came from and who I was. I can only remember my name.

Why my name and not the rest? Why not everything but my name?

I'm aware the queen could've thrown me out but for some reason she hadn't. She could've let someone else nurse me but she had been keen to keep me here and take great part in me personally. I don't know why.

The angry winds tugs at everything it reaches outside and the walls chides with complaint at its force. Sometimes the wind howls like a wolf and sometimes it may even have been a wolf.

When done bathing Ida helps me get dressed.

The dress is deep green and simple and a modest fur and woolen cloak to wrap my shoulders with.

She braids my black hair into a long snake resting over my one shoulder before finishing it all with rubbing the minty concoction on my hands and fingers to ease the pain.

I watch her work curiously. She's very quiet, rarely looking me in the eyes. I don't know if it is out of fear for my eye or if she tries to show me some form of respect.

Truth is however; I'm most likely no greater than her. If I had value and power then why would I be on a horse between the mountains in the middle of deadly winter?

"What is that?" I blurt out without thinking, curiously eyeing a red mark peeking out from under the shoulder of her dress.

Ida looks to her shoulder, panic in her eyes and she pulls the dress up.

"Supper will be served soon but I will fetch you some bread and ale." She scurries off, dragging me along and leaving me in the room I'd woken up in.

It's small, the bed good but simple. A bowl with new water and a cloth is on a small table and the chest by the foot of the bed is most likely empty.

I don't remember much coming here but I can't imagine I had anything with me. Checking the chest confirms my thought.

Ida soon comes back with the bread and dipping it in the ale I take a few careful bites, not wanting to upset my stomach.

A rustle by the door have me stare to the gap, slowly swallowing the bread and a shadow over the floor make me frown.

"Hello?" I put the food and ale aside before slowly standing up. The shadow suddenly jerks and with a most odd sound it disappears.

In a way I'd like to open the door and look what it was but my tired legs force me to sit back on the bed.

With a sigh I look around and I find myself looking for something that would trigger my hidden memories.

Nothing seem to remind me of anything and I taste my own name on the tip of my tongue; but it refuses to give anything away.

I should probably be more scared and confused than I am about this. Anything could happen to me and I don't even know what I was running from. I must've been running away.

The howling wind rushing through the doors of the great hall is snapping me out of my thoughts and the cold seem to find its way through the building quick enough.

Voices booms as soon as the doors are slammed shut and I lean forward to listen more carefully.

"I thought you'd never come." I can hear the fox queen, her voice like honey talking to the visitors.

"The storm kept us back and we lost track of the doe." Someone answers.

"Is she awake?" A third voice and I wince a little, hardly imagining it meant someone else than me. I had only seen the queen and servants all day.

"She is." Aslaug says and the curiosity inside gets the better of me.

I open the door a bit more but the drapes and heavy nets hanging from the roof forbids me to see anyone but the queen.

"Has she told you anything?" Shadows plays on the floor but still there's only the queen and her face twists slightly when she shakes her head.

"Bet one-eye is full of secrets. She looked like a rag when coming so she's probably just an escaped servant." A snide voice speaks up and a sting inside my chest pulls me back a step.

It may very well be true yet the way the phantom gave air to his thoughts was full of mockery.

"She has been outside in this weather, it would be hard looking like different. You should now about getting dirty." Someone laughs and the snide voice grunts.

"Perhaps you have a friend now brother. One-eye and boneless!" Laughter spreads and even the queen smirks; sending a shock of heated anger through my body.

I have no idea what that meant; yet the way they spoke of me was like having my face rubbed in the dirt under the heavy snow.

They didn't know me! I didn't even know myself so to mock because of pure speculations was so below anyone, I'd think.

"Don't mind them." Ida pops up in front of me and with a hushed wail I step back. "They speak like that all the time." She explains with a nervous face and I can see how she wants to cover up the red mark on her shoulder once more but holds the impulse back.

"One of them out there did that to you?" For some reason it makes me very upset. I may not know Ida but I have a hard time imagining one could be more timid and shy. Hurting someone so timid and shy; perhaps the people outside is just as repulsive as they made themselves sound.

"The food is served and the queen has requested you." She moves so I can walk past her and with a small gulp I have to force my feet to move. I don't feel like meeting the voices behind the drapes. However it would be most rude of me to deny the request when the queen had done nothing but helping me.

There's four of them. Four young men now all sitting around the table with Aslaug situated on the far end of it.

I stop as Ida nods to a free seat beside one of them; tall and with his braid still wet from the snow outside.

"Hedda, come sit! This is my sons Ubbe-" she nods to the one moving slightly to the side so your given seat grows bigger.

"Sigurd and Hvitserk-" the one named Hvitserk smirks and the other one just stares as if he'd seen a ghost.

"And Ivar." He's the only one with dark hair, his blue eyes intense where he eyes me like I'm some horse on the market.

"Hello." A meek voice out of shape; spitting out how uncomfortable I am all over he table.

The one named Ubbe trying a soft smile before nodding to where Ida had guided me seconds ago.

I sit down, keeping my distance and I try to stare down at my plate and avoid their gazes like heavy stone upon me.

"You have met Ivar before but I doubt you remember." Aslaug breaks the silence whilst Ida walks around filling the cups with ale.

The one named Sigurd following her with his eyes being the only one not staring you down.

"No I- I'm afraid I don't." I chew my lip as I look to the mentioned man across the table.

He simply grins, rolling his tongue along the bottom row of white teeth and a shiver of unease spreads within.

"Don't be sorry, you haven't missed much." Ubbe snickers beside me whilst sipping his ale and Ivar glares at him.

"Enough. Let us eat. I'm sure Hedda must be starving." The queen puts an temporary end to the teasing and curious eyes around the table and all focus is put on the roasted chickens waiting on a tray at the middle of the wooden table.

Are they living here? Are these four men going to be around all the time now?

My chest churns at the thought and all the time nibbling at the tender chicken i feel aware of so much, yet I can't put my finger on just what it is.

#ivars heathen army #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #ivar #ivar ragnarsson #ivar's heathen army #ivar fanfic #vikings #vikings fanfic #part 1 #hedda

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callingmrsbarnes · 7 years

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Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

You had planned on explaining yourself to Steve once you had arrived back at the hotel. But no sooner had he killed the engine than he was making a beeline for your room like he had a ghost on his heels.

You begrudgingly followed him, knowing how uncomfortable this was going to be. You considered calling Natasha, but then you would have to explain what happened, which would either result in teasing or a lecture. And you were currently in the mood for neither.

You hesitantly slipped your card key into its slot and opened the door, carefully stepping into your room like you expected a bomb to go off. You were met with the sight of Steve having his back to you as he practically ripped off his tie and dress jacket, clearly wanting to shake what happened off his skin.

You took a deep breath, knowing this wouldn’t be anything short of awkward.

“Steve, please let me-”

“You almost blew our cover,” he cut you off, still facing away from you.

“I know, and I-”

“Do you have any idea how much danger you put us in?” He interrupted again, tossing his jacket and tie on a nearby chair and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. “I almost faltered in front of our mark and we would have been done.”

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, hoping he’d at least give you the chance to explain yourself. “I saw him looking at us; I could tell he wasn’t buying our cover. I just wanted to convince him otherwise.”

Steve finally turned around, his face red with anger. “So you think that makes it okay for you to just kiss someone without any warning?”

You opened your mouth to speak, wracking your brain for a reply, but came up empty. He had you there.

Steve shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh as he took a couple pillows from the hotel bed. The same bed you had been sharing for the past several nights, no thanks to Tony, who claimed you needed your cover as a couple to be as convincing as possible. You were pretty sure he was just in on a bet with Sam, Bucky, and Natasha for how long the tension between you and Steve could go on unresolved.

“I’m going to sleep down here tonight,” Steve sighed, setting the pillows on the floor as he toed off his shoes.

You felt your face burning with embarrassment; feeling like a little girl being reprimanded by her parents. The kiss had been a bit indulgent on your part, but the worst you had expected was for Steve to gently reject you- not treat you like a leper.

“Am I really that repulsive?” You asked, failing to keep the sound of how hurt you were out of your voice.

“Please stop, Y/N,” Steve sighed, avoiding eye contact with you.

“No, I need to know.” You demanded, taking several steps toward him. “Why can’t you stand to be around me? Why do you act like you hate me? What did I ever do to you?”

Steve turned around to face you, and you realized just how close you had gotten to him. You could feel his breath fanning on your forehead, watching as his eyes darkened the longer he looked at you.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispered. “I just… I’m afraid I can’t control myself around you.”

You felt your expression contort into confusion, staring at him like he had grown a second head. He was afraid of what?

“You deserve better than that,” he continued when you didn’t respond.

You exhaled through your nostrils, growing tired of him lecturing you like a child.

“I can decide what I do and don’t deserve, Steve.” You declared, gluing your eyes to his.

You watched as Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest and broad shoulders, still clothed in a white dress shirt that seemed to be at least one size too small for him.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. You knew Steve tended to play hard to get but this was getting ridiculous.

“I’m not some delicate little flower, Steve,” you whispered, bringing his hands to rest on your waist, knowing he could feel every contour of your body through the thin material of your gown. Steve’s eyes traveled to where you had placed his hands; briefly glancing at the display of exposed cleavage the low cut of your dress gave him. You could hear his breath coming in shorter spans, his plump lips slightly parted as his body was mere inches from being pressed against your own.

You slid your arms around his neck, leaning in just close enough to deliver one final piece of persuasion.

“Show me how much you want me, Captain.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth than Steve’s lips were claiming yours in a heated show of possession, his hands pulling you to close the tiny bit of distance between your bodies and press himself against you.

You felt his hands tightly gripping your hips as he continued to kiss you thoroughly; as if he was debating whether or not to control himself. As a means of encouragement, you gently nudged your thigh against his growing erection. That seemed to break the last bit of resolve Steve had, because his hands flew up to tug you back by your hair, peppering your exposed neck and jawline with nips and kisses.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” he growled. “I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be,” you replied, your words accompanied by a breathy moan as Steve sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. “Punish me, Captain.”

And with that, Steve brought you back in for another long kiss, his hands moving downwards to give your ass a particularly tight squeeze, smiling against your lips when you squeaked in surprise.

“You’re dirty, aren’t you?” His fingers made quick work of the zipper on the back of your gown, caressing down your spine and helping you out of the sleeves, letting the gown drop easily to the floor. His eyes raked over your bare breasts, your torso, down to the tiny black panties and heels you still wore.

“When you kissed me,” his hands traveled to your breasts, massaging them in slow circles, “what were you expecting to happen? Did you think I would forget about our mission and take you into a back room and ravish you?”

You tried to reply, but Steve fingers began stroking your nipples before you could, so all that escaped your mouth was a small moan. You saw a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips; he was teasing you and enjoying every single second of it.

“You’re a filthy little thing… So desperate for me that you were willing to abandon our mission just to get my cock. You should know better than to defy your captain like that, sweetheart.” He gave your nipples a slight pinch for emphasis, and between his words and how his hands were playing you like a violin; you could have sworn there was a waterfall in your underwear.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you?” His hands stroked down your abdomen, briefly stopping at the elastic of your underwear. “To get your lips around my cock?” His fingers ducked down under your panties, and one swipe of his fingers against your soaking wet folds gave him all the answer he needed.

“Jesus, is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, trying to rock against his fingers and letting out a scandalized groan when he tore his hand away.

“Well if you want my cock so badly,” he guided your palm to his clothed erection, “Go right ahead. I won’t object to seeing you on your knees.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Kneeling down on the floor, you made quick work of removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, pulling them and his underwear down in one swift move, your eyes glued to the size of his erection.

Steve chuckled at your reaction, threading his fingers through your hair. “As cute as you look gaping, dollface, I didn’t offer for you to just stare at it.”

You exhaled, nervously staring up at your captain, who was staring at you like he was debating whether to let you continue or throw you on the bed and pound into you until sunrise. You were unused to this demanding, deviant side of him, but fuck, was it hot.

You leaned forward, gently indulging the head of his cock with a tiny lick. Steve exhaled, tightening his grip in your hair just enough to pull you slightly forward. Not to where he was controlling your movements, but as a silent means of urging you to get on with it.

Wanting to give him a bit of payback for how much he teased you, your lips moved down his shaft, giving small, languid licks to the sides of his cock. Hearing another irritated groan from him, you took his balls in one hand, lightly stroking them with your thumb. You felt his thighs tense when you finally took his cock into your mouth, keeping a steady pace as you adjusted to his size, barely able to fit him into your mouth.

Steve murmured encouraging words to you as you kept sucking, rolling his balls in your hand. Feeling a bit smug by how much power you held over him, you relaxed your gag reflex to take almost all of his length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to give him several firm sucks.

A moan that you could only describe as wrecked tore from his mouth, and you caught his eyes as you looked up, pleased to see his face flushed and sweaty with pleasure.

“Don’t tease me like that,” he warned, his pupils so large that they almost eclipsed his irises.

Feeling emboldened, you offered him a look of feigned innocence as you gave the underside of his cock a long lick, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

“Like what?” You asked, your voice not giving away a single trace of guilt.

“You’re pushing your luck, baby girl,” Steve growled, fisting your hair in his hand, trying to ignore your small hum at the dual sensation of pain and pleasure radiating from your scalp.

Ignoring your final warning, you hollowed out your cheeks around him again, before being abruptly pulled to your feet, Steve’s hand locking around your neck as his eyes bore into yours, slightly cutting off your air supply.

“Strip, lie on your back, and spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice barely above a rumble.

You complied with his order, shimmying out of your panties and kicking off your heels before lying down on the bed, feeling completely exposed. Steve’s eyes scoured your body as he removed his crumpled mess of a shirt, his eyes settling on the glistening heat between your thighs.

You begin to close your legs out of habit and modesty, but Steve was much faster than you, and pinned your thighs down before you could obstruct him of his view.

“I don’t think so, dollface,” he said, almost amused.

He dipped a single finger into your arousal, tracing it upwards and spreading it over your clit, watching as your eyes fluttered closed and smirking at the heady moan he drew from you. His finger traced around your clit, the lubrication allowing him to glide easily over the hood of your clit, stroking the pad of his finger along the edge to the tip, before pushing down and swirling it with an added finger.

Your back arched off the bed and you clamped a hand over your mouth, both loving and hating how he could get a reaction out of you with the lightest of touches. He paused for a brief second, and before you could complain, he finally sunk his fingers into you, smirking as you moaned his name in contentment.

“You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you,” he said, sounding far too smug for your liking. But with the way his fingers were gliding into you, stretching you out after far too many nights of getting off to dreaming about this exact scenario, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“How long has it been since you’ve gotten off?” He asked, hooking his fingers against you, and earning a surprised cry in return.

“Too long,” you sighed, tugging at his shoulders in a plea for him to kiss you again. Surprisingly he did, crawling up your body to capture your lips with his own, his hand still working you all the while, his mouth swallowing the appreciative moans that fell from your lips.

He broke away from the kiss, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You’re so tense, I bet I can drench my face in how much you’ve stored up.”

If your face wasn’t flushed with color before, it certainly was now. You found yourself speechless as Steve propped himself up on his elbows, smiling down at you looking completely dumbfounded.

“Would you like that?” He whispered.

You mutely nodded, watching him kiss down your body at a ridiculously slow pace, knowing that he wasn’t going to give this to you without an agonizing amount of teasing. His lips lingered on your pelvic bone for an unnecessary amount of time, before finally dipping down and giving your pussy a soft lick.

You jerked in surprise, and Steve wasted no time pinning you down with his arm again as his tongue began to explore your folds. Any decorum you had about limiting your moans or keeping your voice down was long gone as Steve’s tongue flattened against your entrance, licking up to your clit and back down again. You began to rock against his face, needing more pressure than what he was giving you. Steve allowed you the slightest bit of movement, his nose pressing against your clit as he took to fucking you with his tongue, murmuring in approval at how you tasted.

“You like that, sweet girl?” He whispered, smirking when you whined at the loss of his tongue, rocking forward in a desperate attempt for him to put his mouth on you again. But Steve’s arm held you down, his face hovering just inches away from where you wanted him.

“Have you gotten off to this before? Rubbing yourself all over your captain’s face?”

“Captain, please,” you whined, and he chuckled at the sound, going back in and flattening his tongue against your clit. Your hands dove into his hair, tugging at the soft, blonde strands as Steve drew you closer to the edge, speaking to you between licks.

“Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He murmured, speeding up his pace. The only words your brain seemed to know at this point were “yes,” “Captain,” and “Steve,” and you could hardly make out if you were answering him in any comprehensible way.

“You gonna cum all over my tongue, sweet girl? Show me who’s making you feel this good?”

His tongue dipped underneath the hood of your clit, and you felt him pluck a nerve that signaled the adamant arrival of your orgasm.

“YES, right there!” you cried, feeling your nerves tighten right before-

“Sorry, not going to happen,” Steve said, removing his mouth from you, and you practically screamed in frustration.

“Steve, come ON!” You yelled, your hips chasing his mouth. He quickly silenced you with a swift smack to your ass.

“You’re to address me as captain, baby girl. And girls who don’t listen to their captain don’t get to cum. You need a bit more reprimanding.”

You sharply inhaled at his words, feeling humbled as he nodded for you to move back on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees and face the mirror.”

You slowly got up; your legs still weak from his adoring mouth, and did as he said. You stared at yourself in the mirror and saw him reach into the duffel bag beside the bed, pulling out a condom.

“Expecting to get lucky on this mission?” You teased, squealing when Steve gave your ass another smack.

“Sam and Bucky packed them in my bag as a joke, sweetheart. I was going to wait until we got home, unlike someone who decided her libido couldn’t wait.”

You snorted as Steve rolled the condom down his length, gripping your waist as he positioned himself behind you with something that could easily tear you in half.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asked, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

You nodded, and both of you groaned in unison when he finally slid into you, filling you and going deeper than you thought was possible. You tried to focus your breathing as you tried to accommodate his size, but your idleness was cut short by Steve pulling back, and thrusting into you. His hands gripped your waist even tighter, holding you steady in case your legs threatened to give out.

Already worked up from not having achieved an orgasm, you felt a warm pressure easily begin to build between your legs, and you worried that you’d be coming when you had barely gotten started.

Either he read your mind, or was just in tune with your body, because Steve pulled you up by your hair, letting your head rest back against his shoulder as he reached around to play with your breasts, your bodies easily molding together.

Normally you would have let your eyes close to focus on the pleasure, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the sight of yourself in the mirror, watching as Steve’s fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, and he suckled at that spot on your neck he knew you were so fond of.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he murmured, giving your ear a light kiss as he met your gaze in your reflection.

You responded with a small purr, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tried to absorb Steve’s thrusts the best you could, unsure of how much longer you could hold off on your release. Between months of sexual tension and the fact that you hadn’t gotten laid in forever, you weren’t sure that you had the self-control to hold back until Steve found his release too.

“You’re being such a good girl for your Captain, taking my cock so well. I can tell you haven’t been fucked in a long time,” Steve said with a dark chuckle, his lips right next to your ear.

“Cap, please,” you whimpered, needing to squirm, to writhe in pleasure of being broken down so easily.

“Please, what?” He replied, keeping your back pressed against his chest and refusing to let up on his relentless pace.

“Please let me cum!” You cried, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes in frustration. Every nerve in your body was aroused to the point where it was almost painful; being prodded and teased and aroused to the brink of orgasm, but never being allowed to release. You had expected Steve to be passionate in bed, but to be so possessive and dominant was something you were not expecting. But you loved it; you loved feeling so wanted by him.

Your arms reached back, gripping his hair and pressing his face into your neck as you tightened your muscles around his cock; feeling a surge of satisfaction at hearing him choke on a groan.

Just when you thought you were unable to hold out any longer, Steve reached around to fondle your clit, his fingers rubbing the oversensitive nub as he snarled out a final command:

“Cum for me, baby girl.”

Your nerves tightened and tightened until you couldn’t take any more and you threw your head back, sweaty strands of hair sticking to your face as you came. A garish, pornographic cry tore through you like a vibration, and you were well-aware that anyone in the neighboring rooms could hear you, but you didn’t care. Fuck, you didn’t care. Because it had been several seconds since you first started coming, and your orgasm wasn’t residing. Quivering tremors shot through you in waves, and you kept calling Steve’s name as ripple after ripple of pleasure rocked through you, you being unsure of whether you were having multiple orgasms or just one extremely long one.

Somewhere in your release, you heard Steve find his own with several broken groans, and his rhythm slowed down as you came down from your high together, feeling the pent up tension and frustration evaporating from your body.

Steve slowly pulled out of you, keeping a hand on your torso to hold you steady. He tied up and discarded the condom in the small wastebasket beside the bed, and pulled you back into his arms, tucking you under the covers and guiding your head to rest on his chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice still hoarse from screaming. “I needed that.”

“Me too,” he replied, his voice equally raspy as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That was long overdue.”

You looked up at him with an amused smile. “So what, you were just waiting until we fought so much that you ravished me?”

“No,” he smiled, giving your ass a playful squeeze. “That was just an added bonus.”

A ridiculously corny grin on your face, you snuggled into his chest as he reached over to turn the bedside lamp off, both of you finally able to share the same bed without any awkwardness.

“Night, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight… Captain.”

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City of Stars (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn

A/N - The moment we have all been waiting for. Its spring, and spring is the season for valentines, isn’t it? Once again, if you have missed the previous chapters (Or if you cant find them in the tags) you can find them HERE in the masterpost. Some minor mentions of Violet/Adore and friendship between Violet/Fame / Pearl/Willam and Pearl/Detox City of stars, are you shining just for me?

Chapter 3

(2011) 5 Years Before. LA. Spring. “Thank you for coming Mr Dardo”. Jason looked up at the casting agent and he could see in their eyes that he wasn’t getting a call back from this audition either. Damn, 5 this week and nothing. Are you serious? - He thought. Sighing heavily, Jason picked up his bag and left the studio in a rush of tears. _______________________________________ Jason found himself once again, face buried into his pillow of his apartment. Kurtis and Patrick’s relationship seemed to be getting more serious, resulting in the apartment being quiet and lifeless. Jason didn’t mind this, because at least when he was Violet, there was no need to sneak down the fire escape to avoid Kurtis anymore. He lost his steady gig at Roy’s after he decided to do his own thing that night a couple of months back. Jason still worked at the coffee shop though, but his work as Violet was pretty much, non-existent. Jason was still finding it hard to come to terms with himself and who Violet was, or rather, how Jason and Violet fit together. This being the main reason he wasn’t really getting any work as Violet. The idea of being called a Drag Queen didn’t appeal to him. Sometimes, he felt like being Jason and sometimes he felt like being Violet. He was scared that people wouldn’t understand that. Why am I like this? A feeling of desperation began to take over. He could barely understand how he had gotten to this point. So this is what rock bottom feels like. Jason took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, stopping once it landed on Boomers number. Am I desperate enough to get money from him? He put his head back into his pillow and cried harder than he felt like he ever had. Jason picked his phone back up and started to scroll through his photos. He stopped when he saw a photo that he had clearly forgotten to delete. It was a photo of his ex, Danny, who was now a really successful musician - who was very comfortable in not only being Danny, but being Adore too. Jason both loved and hated Danny, he had everything Jason desired, well almost everything. Danny liked to perform as himself when it came to music but he was a successful drag artist too. Jason was drawn to him because of his self-confidence. Danny soon realised that Jason was a fucking mess and dumped him not long after they slept together the first time. Is that why you dumped me? Am I that repulsive? He had never told Danny about Violet. He was afraid. Deleting the picture, he checked his phone for any more signs of Danny. All evidence had been deleted. Thank god. Jason’s mind wondered back to his insecurities as he laid on his bed. He turned and was now laying on his back. He loved the stars; but hated that he couldn’t see them outside much in LA because of the pollution. One night a few months back, when he had drunk more vodka than he cared to admit, he stole some of those glow in the dark stars from the dollar store. Those stars were now super glued to his ceiling. He liked to gaze at them when he felt lost. Tonight, he was lost. Jason got up, closed his curtains, turned the lights off and laid back on his bed, and all he could see were stars. (2003) 8 years before. Atlanta. Spring. Who is this person looking back at me, what is your name. Jason looked at himself in the mirror or, herself? God, who am I. He watched, as the mascara dripped down the side of his face in morbid fascination. Down his cheek… chin… drip. Jason heard his mother clear her throat behind him. He didn’t move to look at her. “Hi honey, what are you doing” His mother quietly approached, and perched next to him at her vanity. She nudged Jason’s shoulder when she didn’t get a response. “Who am I mum?” Jason’s tears fell over the edge and he grabbed his mum in a tight embrace. “What am I going to do when you go?” He could feel his mum stroking the back of his hair to soothe him. “I don’t know angel, but I know that you are an amazing human being. You’ll figure it out. You are only 14 years old, everything isn’t supposed to make sense yet. Hell, I’m dying of cancer and it still doesn’t make sense. You are my child, and I will love you no matter what. You are my star.” Jason looked at his mum through his smudged make-up and gave her a small smile. “Now, if I help you do your face, will you come and sing with me while I play our tune. I know you have that song finished sweetie and I would love to hear it.” Jason gave a small nod and his mom and she started to work on touching up his makeup. When she was finished, he looked into the mirror, and all he could see were stars. (2011) LA. Spring. Jason woke up in pitch darkness. It wasn’t often that he slept in the dark as it frightened him. He was rudely awoke from a dream of his Mother by his phone. It was violently vibrating on his bedside table.

“Hello?” He answered groggily. “Jason, where the fuck are you? You were supposed to be coming with me to that make-up benefit I told you about.” Jason smiled as Kurtis continued to bust his balls about being so miserable all the time. Why can’t I be more positive like Kurtis was? Wait. “Hey, sorry to interrupt but… I do want to come, and I’m actually not working but…” Jason wanted to tell Kurtis so badly about Violet. God, this is so hard. “Okay, I’m going to tell you a secret, and the only other person in the world who knows this about me is dead so… Can you come home?” Jason felt the tears in his eyes but he wanted so badly to tell somebody. “Umm, sure. We have to go in about an hour though, are you good for that?” Jason panicked, he normally spent at least 2 hours becoming Violet. However, he wanted to be challenged. “Just get here ASAP!” Hanging up the phone, he put his favourite instrumental Spotify playlist on and started to become Violet. _______________________________________ Violet sat on the couch opposite the front door to her small two bedroom apartment. She was dressed fairly casual for her. She was afraid she might scare Kurtis too much. She wore a beautiful navy blue dress that was tight around her shapely body, which was cinched at the waist. From there, it fell around her hips and down to her knee’s in a sea of ripples and waves. She had painted her face that night, to appear as feminine and female as she possibly could, put on her favourite curly black wigs, and the only pair of nice earrings she owned. To finish the look she added her signature beauty mark and a pair of nude high heels. Fuck, where is Kurtis? Is my only friend standing me up right now? Impatiently tapping her foot, she took out her compact mirror from her matching nude clutch and checked her makeup. As she opened the mirror, she could swear she could see gold in her eyes. Violet blinked, and it was gone. The front door opened, making her jump and she dropped her compact on the floor. She had been staring at the compact for what seemed like forever. “Umm, emo face, look at me so I can take you in” Violet looked up to be greeted by the biggest smile she had ever seen Kurtis wear. He looked like a child on Christmas morning and was grinning like a moron. “I fucking knew it! I knew you were a drag queen!” Violets heart sunk at hearing those words, but she knew what and who she was and she understood the assumption. “Okay, this is going to sound insane, but please hear me out before you say anything else. When I was little, I always loved women, the beauty of them, the glamour, the makeup. Everything. The only thing I didn’t like, was the fact that I didn’t desire to be romantic with them. Anyway, as I grew older, I guess you could say that I started to cross dress. But, I am not a drag queen. At this moment in time, I am Violet Chachki, my pronouns are she and her. I am not Jason Dardo. Do you get it Kurtis?” Violet was begging him to understand. Please understand. “So at this moment in time you are Violet Chachki, my roommate. Okay, sure. Are you ready to go?” He held his hand out for Violet to take. She was stunned. Wow, that was easy. Taking Violet by the hand, Kurtis could have sworn her eyes were golden. Violet looked at Kurtis in a different light. Finally, someone knew. She let Kurtis drive her, as she had no idea where they were even going, and as she looked out of the window, all she could see were stars. _______________________________________ (2011) LA. Spring. Matt sat in the basement. His hands hovering over the keys like they always seemed to these days. For some reason, playing hadn’t felt right lately. The woman performing at the club was the only thing occupying his thoughts recently. Well, not exactly a woman, a drag queen. Upon leaving the club Matt did some research, he found out her name was Violet Chachki, and she performed every first Saturday of the month. He had revisited the club twice since then and she wasn’t there either time, and that really bothered him. How the fuck did she get a hold of my music? What bothered him more, was that it appeared that a woman was the reason he was happily going into a gay nightclub for the first time. This notion often put a smile on his face. How ironic. After a brief period of Googling, Matt couldn’t locate it anywhere. He even searched his own name on Spotify, which was insane to him, but still nothing came up. He was confused. The confusion haunted him. Matt wasn’t really into any local or new music, unless it was Jazz. This made his search even harder. He even resorted to playing it for Siri, unfortunately she didn’t know what was happening. Stupid Phone! City of Stars… something about shining. Fuck! Why can’t I remember her lyrics? Matt sat at his piano and tried to play the song over and over. He had done this every day since that night at the bar, but now he couldn’t even play his favourite song. Fuck my life. He sat there with his eyes closed and thought about Violet. She was quickly becoming his muse, and even though he had only seen her once, her presence caused him to have a warm feeling in his heart. She was the most radiant woman he had ever laid eyes on. Matt still wasn’t convinced she was even a drag queen, maybe she was transgender? This was becoming an obsession. Before Matt realised, he opened his eyes to see his hands moving gracefully across his keys. He hadn’t heard this sound before. He closed his eyes again and let the music take over him. The melody he was playing sounded painfully sad, but beautiful. It sounded, to him, damaged and like it held secrets that wanted to burst open. Matt’s eyes opened suddenly, and all he could see were stars. (2003) New York. Spring. “Dude, what are you doing?” Matt S, or Detox, as Matt liked to call him, stood over Matt with the biggest frown. Matt called Matt S Detox because they were always together, and calling each other Matt just got confusing. Matt couldn’t even remember how Detox came about but it had stuck. “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m taking a picture to send to someone.” Matt held his phone out in front of himself and took a picture. “Eww I look ugly. Should I take my top off?” He looked at Detox with pleading eyes. “Dude, who are you sending a picture too? And definitely take your top off you idiot! If you’re trying to get into someone’s pants, you need to show off the goodies.” Detox wiggled his brows and Matt laughed. “It’s to Courtney, you know, that hot Australian girl that just started. Fuck, she’s hot. Right?” Matt glanced down for approval, but Detox was frowning again. What the hell is up with him? “Courtney? But she has a vagina, I thought you liked…”Just as Detox went to continue his sentence Matt ran to his bedroom door and closed it shut. “Dude, shut up! My dad is downstairs and you know what he is like…” he said in a hushed tone. “I actually find Courtney attractive, like, I want to fuck her. Is that…weird? Maybe I’m not… Like you?” Matt didn’t know how he expected Detox to react. But Detox just smiled. “Matt, you can like whoever you want. I will take that part of you that we shared all those years ago to the grave. But I will always be your friend no matter who you like, and no matter how much your dad hurts you… Understand?” Detox took the phone from Matt and moved to the other side of the room. “Now let’s take a cute picture before your dad comes up here, see’s you half naked and tries to kill me for corrupting your 16 year old mind?” A goofy smile began spreading across Matt’s face. Detox took a few snaps of him before he chose one to send to Courtney. He pulled his shirt back on and sat in front of the mirror. “Ask me a truth Detox, like we are playing truth or dare” Matt looked serious. Detox decided to play along. “What is your sexual orientation?” Detox looked him dead in the eye. Matt looked back at him in the mirror. “I just like sexy people, male, female, or anything in between. Google might be able to define it but I can’t, yet.” Matt felt like a weight had been lifted as he looked at his friend in the mirror. “Give me a dare bitch.” He grinned. “I dare you to get your septum pierced!” Detox starting laughing, he knew how much Matt wanted him to dare him to get a tattoo. He looked shaken. Detox grabbed Matt and pushed him out of his bedroom door and down the stairs. Matt looked to where his dad was sitting on the sofa, beer in hand. He rolled his eyes, grabbed his keys and his wallet, and left the house. Fucking waster. An hour or so later, he sat in the chair at the piercing parlour in Brooklyn. He had a needle going through his nose, and all he could see were some very blurry stars.

(2011) LA. Spring.

Matt had work tonight. He was playing at some fancy benefit in a more residential area of LA. He still hadn’t ended things with her as she had been filming in Europe for the past two months, and wasn’t due home for a while. He knew that the benefit was for a make-up company, but apart from that he didn’t know much about it. Willam was going, as he had worked with the make-up company before. Matt found it humouring that it was supposed to be a fancy party and Willam had been invited. Willam was anything but fancy. Matt wore a dark grey pinstripe suit, white shirt, his violet pocket square, and matching tie. He had really warmed to these two items over the past couple of months, although he had no idea why. He also kept his glasses on. Pulling up to the house, he got out and gave his keys to the valet for parking. He moved through the house and soon spotted one of the organisers and took the opportunity to ask them where he was to be stationed for the night. The hostess led him over to the most beautiful large white grand piano. Matt sat and took in his surroundings. He was in an expanse of open plan living space. Wow, and I thought Courtney and I had a nice place. Matt had arrived early as he was being paid to be there. As no guests had really arrived yet, he decided to take a walk around to familiarise himself with the place. He noted the location of the toilets, and more importantly, the smoking area. Matt returned and started to play. The hostess came to discuss the kind of music that should be played throughout the night. The hostess was fairly open to what Matt played which he loved. The hostess’ only request was ‘nothing too harsh’ as it would ruin the vibe of the benefit. Some people had started to arrive, so Matt took out his tip beanie and swapped it for the posh looking glass jar that had been placed there. Matt got lost in his own music and all he could see were stars. _______________________________________ Kurtis had his hand at the small of Violets back as he led her through the party. He introduced her as a long-time friend of his and Patricks’. She smiled at Kurtis and silently thanked him for accepting her. Violet mingled at the front of the party, and if anybody suspected anything about her, they didn’t say anything. Soon, Kurtis left Violets side to network, which she completely understood. She conversed with many different people at the party, and loved it, especially when they complimented her on her appearance. She felt stunning and beautiful. Violet was chatting outside near the smoking area when she heard a voice that jolted her. “I can clock a wig from a half mile away that is definitely a pig in a wig.” Her blood ran cold and she turned around to see Willam, a really well known drag queen in Hollywood, and whom she assumed, was Willam’s date or friend, staring straight at her. Violet didn’t quite know what to do, so she excused herself from the people whom she was chatting to and made her way inside to find Kurtis. As she made her way around the side of the building she stopped. A shiver move up her spine. That same shiver she felt a few months back. Breathe in. Breathe out. Am I cold? Shaking it off, she continued to move around the building, but as she moved the shiver grew, intensifying with each step. It was now lingering on her shoulders all the way down to her fingertips. Then, she heard it. Violet could hear the most beautiful sound coming from a piano just inside the building. It however, wasn’t just any sound. It was her mother’s melody. The music she had randomly found on Spotify a couple of years ago under the name ‘One of 3 A’s’ and could never explain. She had Googled the band and could never find any results. It was saved to her playlist and she just assumed her mum had loved that song and had just told Violet it was her own. Nobody had ever heard of this artist before and now they were possibly playing in the next room, or, at least someone who was a fan of her same weird obscure taste in music. Holy fuck. She braced herself and walked into the room and stood to the side of the pianist. Her entire upper body was burning, so was her throat. And all she could see was one, single, star. _______________________________________ Matt hadn’t been playing long before Willam decided to come over and make a few comments about his mad skills with his fingers. He just smiled politely at his friend and tried to remain as professional and focused as he possibly could. He had a small crowd around the piano, chatting, sipping on wine and conversing about make-up. Matt didn’t really have a clue when it came to make-up, but he was enjoying the tips. He also didn’t really have a clue what he was playing, but the hostess had been eye-fucking him the entire night so it must have been good. Matt didn’t even realise he had started to play his tune until he felt that warmth in his heart again. This was the first time he had been able to play it in months and he smiled to himself. Apparently I have got my mojo back. As he glanced up at the people watching him, he felt like an explosion went off in his brain. His chest had never felt warmer, as he saw none other than the woman who had plagued his fantasies for the past 2 months staring right back at him, mouthing those lyrics that he had tried too hard to remember with those beautiful golden flecks in her eyes. Matt hadn’t smiled like this in years, and all he could see was one, single, star.

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