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Dark Moon | Chapter Ten

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3,6k

Warnings | 18+, smut noncon, yandere themes, triggering content, drunken sex, forced anal sex, rimjob, fingering, sadism, violence, lots of crying and screaming, teasing, humiliation, blood, hatred, angst, attempted murder, serious injuries, use of a knife, sea of blood, first hints of Stockholm Syndrome, be careful: this chapter is darker than the other chapters and from now on Dark Moon will be much more violent.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys ❤️ Today's chapter was particularly difficult to write, it is very dark and from here on we get into the heart of Dark Moon, which I always remember is a highly yandere story, I recommend reading it to readers who are age +18 and who already have experience with the yandere genre, Dark Moon is not a story with a normal relationship, it is a yandere. For those who will read the chapter, let me know what you think of it and what you believe will happen in the future!

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Perhaps it was the alcohol swirling in his body or perhaps his sadistic nature, but he didn't think twice about ripping off even that one too many garments, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut huddling her head between the blankets that smelled of Jimin, everything about that room smelled of him and she felt suffocated by his oppressive presence.

Jimin ran two fingers over the entrance hidden by the young woman's panties, reached out to her clitoris circling it through the fabric, but did not dwell on it for long, without uttering a breath he lowered Y/N's panties badly, finally putting on display what he was really aiming for.

He eagerly squeezed the girl's soft, perfect buttocks, his hands carefully palmed that velvety flesh, she could not understand what his intentions were, why was he talking one way but touching her another?

The boy lowered himself to kiss her back, inhaling her scent that reminded him of the scent of his bubble bath present in the bathroom, she had not confined herself to books, he thought amused, there was something sick about her, something she did not even admit to herself, even as she actively sought something that would make her closer to the man she so professed to detest.

"Jimin..." there, she had once again used his name, the man couldn't hold back any longer, spread her buttocks revealing the small, tight pink hole, and lowering his head the boy left a wet, warm streak of saliva in that never-violated spot, "What the hell-?!" exclaimed Y/N, stiffening in shock.

Jimin was... he was licking her right there?!

Between shame and disgust she tried to slip out of his hands, but the man squeezed her tightly and together with his weight prevented her from moving, continuing to circle around that ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue, occasionally entering a few millimeters.

Forced there and under those attentions, Y/N felt strange, with horror she realized that she was not just trembling with fear, she was feeling a strange warmth that was affecting her lower abdomen, the sinuous movements of the man's tongue continued to wet and stimulate the little hole, saliva slowly slipped from her buttocks to the throbbing, soaked cleft of her pussy.

Pleasure and humiliation mingled causing her emotions so strong as to be unbearable, she untangled herself once again from his grasp and this time managed to free herself, crawled away and by a hair's breadth the man came back to grasp her ankle again, bringing her back under him.

"You're a goddamn animal!" exclaimed Y/N between her teeth, Jimin sneered pushing his pelvis against her, who distinctly felt the rigid presence between his legs.

"Now I recognize my little whore" he murmured in her ear making her shudder, "From the way you're acting I bet no one has ever touched this cute little ass" he slapped a buttock as if to punctuate his words and the woman winced, "Somehow I'll still have a virgin part of you" he growled forcefully and without any regard pushing two fingers into that tight and rigid hole, a scream dictated by pain and shock left the girl's now pale lips.

"No, no, no! Stop, I don't want to!" she was in a panic, Jimin's fingers made no hint of leaving her, the stretch was uncomfortable and burning like hell, the man was already anticipating that moment, he wanted her to scream in pain and sorrow, he wanted her to regret that stupid attitude she had held with him all along.

As he penetrated that tight little cave, he finished lowering his boxers with his other hand, freeing his hard, aroused cock.

He slid down to the young woman's slit without penetrating her, merely gathering over the entire length what little liquid arousal Y/N had produced against her own will. The girl felt the thick presence behind her and feared that it would end like last time, too bad Jimin had something much worse in mind.

Without saying a word he released those tight muscles from his fingers, Y/N almost collapsed from the pain, but Jimin grasped her hips tightly sinking his fingers into her flesh, the girl buried her head between the pillows already imagining the painful twinge that would rip through her core, but she was not prepared for the excruciating pain Jimin's thrusting caused her when he forcefully entered her ass, a sharp, breathless cry left her throat in despair, she wriggled on the bed like a trapped animal, but Jimin easily pinned her down by pounding inside her without any mercy, his hoarse breaths increased in volume as he sank repeatedly into that hole that clenched hard and in pain around his cock, he fell back on the young girl's small body with all his weight, forcing her to spread her stiff, trembling thighs wide.

"It hurts, please stop! It hurts so much, I can't take it!" she cried for air, she had thought Jimin's fingers were enough to feel pain, she had not expected a situation like that, his thick, hard cock was practically opening her in two, she frantically shook her head against the pillow with each stroke of the man's hips, who smiled addicted to that pleasure.

"How can I stop when-uhm..." he paused for a moment trying to contain himself and not explode inside her right away, "When you hold me so tight?" he finished in a voice pregnant with lust, penetrating her completely, who arched her back with a choked scream at that umpteenth assault.

"Now tell me, do you prefer it when I fuck your pussy or your ass? " he asked, increasing the speed of his strokes, aware of the harm he was doing to her not only physically, he wanted to humiliate her to such an extent that no light of defiance remained in her, his balls began to slam violently against her empty, dripping slit, the walls tightened around nothing, and another wave of tears slid down her face, realizing the strange combination of pain and pleasure that was being created in her.

Jimin moved his body slightly from hers, just the slightest bit that helped him to see himself sinking into her once more, the tiny ring of muscle had finally adjusted to his size despite the force with which he still enveloped his cock, he spit a trickle of saliva between them increasing the lubrication of the intercourse and began to give deeper and slower thrusts.

"You didn't answer me," he chuckled, penetrating the entrance to her intimacy with his middle finger, finding it incredibly moist.

He groaned breathlessly as he imagined himself in there, squeezed by that infinite, delicate softness, cradled by the elastic grip of her trembling walls.

"Fuck, can you hear yourself? If you hadn't behaved so badly this is where I would have come in, and we would have both enjoyed it," he growled in her ear, "But that's okay too, isn't it? You're soaked all the same, maybe you really are perfect for the Dark Moon" he taunted her, ramming into her countless times, feeling his balls swell and his cock shake, Jimin's small, intense moans of pleasure slid over the girl's now helpless body, which catatonicly welcomed the man's semen on top of her, he stood there still between her buttocks, pouring the white, viscous cum inside her asshole, before climbing out of her and gazing with satisfaction at that destroyed little hole soaked with his essence, Jimin slid away wearily on the bed, gazed breathlessly at the ceiling, a glance between his legs and noticed on his still half-erect cock drops of blood.

He grinned, satisfied with his work.

"Now you are no longer a virgin."

Y/N turned her head away, unable to move, feeling pain everywhere, even inside her soul.

Jimin had ruined her forever.

"I hate you" was the only thing she managed to say between dry, trailing lips, lost in a spiral of thoughts that only she knew.

Jimin stared at the walls of his bedroom with a sigh.

"You can hate me all you want, it doesn't change what you are and where you are," he muttered, beginning to close his eyes to fall asleep.

You are my whore, mine to have and mine to torture.

He had not said it, but that was what he meant.

The woman felt the man's breathing become lighter after about twenty minutes, twenty minutes of interminable silence.

Her gaze was no longer lost in the void, but steady on the boy's closet, there where she had previously discovered one of his little secrets.

She tried to calm down, not to do rash things, but he had no respect for her, had used and raped her, going so far as to force her into anal intercourse for which she had not been properly prepared. He had used her like a rubber doll, she thought with disgust written all over her face.

She lifted herself up slowly, preventing her complaints from escaping her lips, although she felt destroyed, her legs staggered on her own weight, and lowering her gaze she saw the blood etched between the sheets.

Panic gripped her chest, that same sordid spectacle she had experienced years before, when she was just a naive little girl who did not understand the malice of the world. The girl's tears became constant, but she still maintained silence. No, she could not relive such a thing and do nothing about it, not this time.

She angrily wiped away her tears and with another glance at the closet opened the doors slowly, rummaging through the bottom and finding what she was looking for, she forced her fingers on a small raised dowel and slid the wooden wall to her right, which revealed the presence of a dark duffel bag.

With unsteady hands she unzipped the thick zipper, revealing its forbidden contents.

She tightened her lips, casting a glance at the sleeping figure of the boy, the alcohol had finally taken its toll along with the sex, that monster would no longer be a threat to her.

That morning Jimin woke up with his mind strangely silent, his demons were not there, he stretched out casting a glance to his side and found the place previously occupied by Y/N, empty.

She was gone.

A gnawing in his stomach caged him, making him incuporated. Why the hell should he have cared?

He couldn't remember exactly what he had done that night, but he remembered perfectly well that he had enjoyed it, that was the important thing, wasn't it?

He got up slipping on the boxers left on the floor and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

He washed himself by eliminating the smell of sex from his skin, he looked at the bubble bath without a hint of emotion on his face, just remembering the smell of the girl, indeed it was one of the few things he remembered from the previous night, but his mind was still fixed on her, who would not decide to give in for good, he had come back pissed off like a hyena that night; Because she would not give in to him, because Hoseok had made those insinuations, because now everyone believed that he depended on her.

He wasn't. He was still Park Jimin, the independent, strong man. She, on the other hand, was just his tasty and tender plaything.

When he finished his shower he emerged from the bathroom with a towel tied to his hips, his athletic, slender figure a joy to behold, his dark soul sighing in pleasure at the screams of his victims.

He returned to the room to dress and had only time to put on clean boxers and a pair of shorts before he heard the thud of an object falling and shattering on the floor.

He frowned, immediately heading toward the source of that sound, "Y/N?"

He went to the living room looking around, on the floor were the broken and scattered pieces of a vase, but no trace of the girl.

"Y/N? Y/N!" he was getting pissed off, "We don't have a cat, I also doubt it was the wind, so I suggest you-!" an excruciating twinge blocked the breath in his throat.

His gaze dropped to the silver blade of the knife that had penetrated his side, the handle of that knife was clasped in the small hands of the woman who only hours before was under him in his bed.

Now there was shock and surprise on his face, he watched the girl wordlessly before his eyes narrowed in pain.

Y/N, whose face was transfigured with anger, watched the boy take deep breaths, as if he was used to those kinds of blows, and that pissed her off more.

She had waited all night for that moment, she didn't want to hit him while he was unconscious, she wanted him to be lucid and awake so she could hear him scream, but he wasn't screaming, he didn't look scared, and that made her angrier. She wanted Jimin, for once, to show that he was human and not just a crazed kidnapper and heartless killer.

"Why don't you scream, why?! Fuck!" she shouted before pulling out the blade with a revolting sound, then sticking it again in a spot not far from the previous one, Jimin jerked it away from himself, holding tightly to a shelf to prevent himself from collapsing to the ground, gritting his teeth to try not to scream, he pressed his hand on the first wound, not daring to pull the knife out of the second one. Had he done so, he would only have caused more damage.

He squatted slowly on the floor, pale and unable to think of a solution; there was already sweat on his upper lip to testify to what was going on inside him.

He tried to reason lucidly without losing sight of Y/N, who looked like a lion locked in a cage, paced around the living room holding her head in her slimy bloodstained hands, crying and shaking to herself, he forced himself to keep calm because in that condition he would only hurt them both.

"Y/N, where did you get this knife?" he hissed between his teeth breathing hard, she didn't answer but there was really no need for her to, the man had recognized him, it was part of the set he used during the missions, "Never mind, now be a good girl and hand me the phone" he was shaking, his body couldn't handle that condition yet and he seriously needed help, he had to call Seokjin and get help sent, immediately.

But Y/N stared at him fearfully, if she called his teammates they would surely kill her, Hoseok's threat was still alive in her mind and she began to shake her head.

"The phone is in my room, Y/N...fuck, go get the phone!" he blurted out moaning breathlessly, in response the girl began to run to the front door.

But no, she couldn't know the security code, right?

Jimin's brain threw a warning bell when he heard the typical sound that signaled the apartment was open.

"Shit!" he threw all his good intentions to the wind, began to run after her heedless of the suffering he was subjecting his body to, found himself removing the knife from the wound, shrugging off the consequences, it was incredibly painful and slow to do so, but when he saw her go through the emergency exit he chased after her jumping up several steps at a time.

Y/N's vision was flooded with tears, she did not understand why Jimin had not reacted as she expected he would, he had not turned around screaming in pain, he had not railed at her, and that made her feel bad, made her feel like the monster of the situation.

She had stabbed a man in the back, no matter who he was, she had done it.

And now she was going to die, Jimin would never let her go unpunished, much less his friends, she was screwed in every sense of the word now.

She grabbed the doorknob of the exit, preparing to scream and call for help, but she never got as far as throwing it open.

Jimin was quicker, grabbed her by the hips lifting her off the floor, she screamed in shock as she was dragged away, back into the apartment.

The boy closed the door with a loud roar, but he did not let her go, he slumped to the floor with her still pressed against his body, Jimin's hot, labored breathing tickled her neck, he did not seem to be intent on punishing her, then she felt something wet her clothes, something that horrified her.

Jimin's blood was flowing copiously from his wounds, and despite the lack of a shirt she could not tell where it came from, the blood was so thick and plentiful that it covered the deep cuts.

"Y/N..." he said again, she clearly sensed the torment in his voice and if possible felt even worse, "I need your cooperation," he said bitterly.

The girl silently nodded after a few moments, Jimin closed his eyes, his complexion was increasingly ashen.

"My phone is on the bedside table, bring it to me," he let her go and she got up in pain, between running and the wild sexual intercourse she had a few hours earlier, she was not in a very good state, but she tried to be quick in retrieving the object in question. She could have called the police, asked for help and reported Jimin, but she did not think about those possibilities at all, what was wrong with her?

She felt like a horrible person, how had she become this way?

When she returned to Jimin she found him trying to hold his deep gashes to stem the flowing blood, his movements were getting slower and slower, but he reached for the phone, it took seconds too long to unlock the phone and find Jin's number, but when he did he was relieved.

"Jin," he called, licking his dry, purplish lips, "I have a problem," he coughed.

In the meantime, the woman hurriedly looked around, saw some tea towels in the kitchen and didn't think twice about picking them up, ran to the man who was continuing to talk to his boss and with trembling fingers pressed on the wounds firmly, causing Jimin to spasm, who immediately clenched his teeth. There was so much vermilion liquid that her head spun, she must have been crazy for doing such a thing, she did not kill people.

"... I lost a lot of it, yes... No, she is here with me," he was saying, and that made her blanch. It was over.

Her chest began to lower and rise more and more slowly, Y/N was witnessing the boy's condition and could do nothing, for either of them.

Fuck, she didn't know if Jimin would protect her, he would probably be the one to give the order to slaughter her, assuming he didn't keep the honor for himself, but dead Jimin was pretty much sure she would follow him immediately.

When the boy put down, he took to staring at her without saying a word, he was quiet, he wasn't ranting at her, he just seemed...surrendered.

"Why did you do that?" he asked weakly, she squared him with glazed eyes, "Why did you stab me?"

"You hurt me," she said with a knot in her throat, "Before, it was different... you were like him," she sobbed, leaving Jimin strangled and confused .

What had he done and who was "him"?

Jimin tried to remember his actions, he had come home drunk, this was clear to both of them, and he was angry, very angry.

Suddenly he remembered everything, frowned.

He had... he had....

Why did he feel so bad at the thought of what he had done? After all, this was not the first time, he had done it before, he was interested in feeling pleasure, and he had even punished her, she deserved it! But looking at those tear-filled eyes, it wasn't just the wounds that cut off his breath. Perhaps death was fucking with his brain.

"Y/N..." he seemed to want to tell her something important, perhaps it was about his last breath, but-

"Jimin! Jimin!" tense and nervous voices interrupted that moment full of unexpressed feelings, Y/N turned toward the men dressed in black who with weapons in hand began to check the whole apartment, some she recognized, she had already seen them in the company of the boy.

Other men ran to attend to him, beginning to check his vitals and oxygen, strong, angry hands pulled her away from the man and she found herself screaming in fear.

"It was you, right! Fucking-"

"Hoseok, let her go immediately!" exclaimed Jimin as he pushed one of the doctors aside, his pale, tired face glowering at the man behind the girl's back, "Do you hear me?" he huffed furiously, Hoseok tightened his grip on her, hurting her.

"What do you want me to do then? We can't leave her so fucking unpunished!"

"Lock her in her room," ordered Jimin with a cold stare, Y/N whitened, "She is not to come out of there, just as no one is to enter her room until I return, understood?"

The grip on her shoulders vanished, but another made her get up in a rush, the woman saw Jimin being carried away by the medics, while someone else slammed her violently inside her room, she fell ruefully to the floor and held her arm in pain.

She cast a glance at the culprit and recognized him as Taehyung. He seemed beside himself.

"If I don't kill you now it's only because Jimin doesn't want to, but don't expect mercy from us," he spat, distraught at the image of his friend reduced to that condition.

He slammed the door behind him and the lock was heard to close.

It was really over.

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starlightandfairies · 27 days

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Ahhh your writing is just perfect! ❤️ I dare for another idea hehe 🫶🏼 just maybe something where you're dating but you get incredibly jealous as Katherine appears back in town and you know of their past. So you think it would be better to step back for a while but Elijah notices immediately and misses you as you not show up at any occurrence. He later finds you at the Grill, talking with the Salvatores about that topic and Elijah eavesdropped the whole conversation, finally realizing what's wrong with you and feeling bad for this to happen, as he only has eyes and feelings towards you. Then one night he invites you over to his house and tells you about his feelings and that you don't have to worry about Katherine as she's long forgotten to him and he proves that to you that night? ☺️ Ugh I love cute and fluffy Elijah !

Description: With Katherine back in town, knowing Elijah's past with Katherine brings some unwanted shades of jealousy to the reader.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

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Thank you for both of your lovely requests! I hope you also enjoy this one and thank you as well for your kind words!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1,279

First Person's POV

Elijah and I currently sat in my favourite café, it was normally very quiet and once again today was one of those days. Elijah stared at me with admiration, he held my hand softly in his, rested small kisses on my knuckles and whispered words of devotion.

"I'm just going to run to the bathroom." Elijah nodded, resting another kiss on my hand and finally let me go off to the bathroom, I did what I needed to do and finally came back out. I stopped in my tracks, seeing a brunette talking to Elijah, he looked less than impressed, he looked pissed and I could only assume what that meant.

"Katherine." I simply stated, choosing to sit beside Elijah instead of across from him, the woman forced a smile to her lips the resting bitch look not fading from her eyes. I could feel this twinge of hurt and jealousy invading my being. Katherine took it upon herself to sit down and join us, Elijah let go of my hand and the once gentle and tender look that decorated his features was long gone.

"What was your name again...?"

"Y/n" I answered, hating the way she stared at Elijah, I knew of their past as Elijah had been quite open about his past relationships. Katherine nodded, shrugging and turned her attention to Elijah. I grabbed my things, kissed his cheek and pushed myself up to leave.

"Bonnie wanted me to do something, I'll see you later." Elijah nodded, staring at me for a moment, I walked out before anything could be said and made my way to Bonnie's house. I asked Bonnie to do a spell, something that would allow me to go under the radar and not be found by Elijah considering that I would be distancing myself from the love of my life to conceal the ugly green monster.

I had been cancelling dates, vague answers over the phone and would leave quickly with some bullshit excuse if Elijah appeared out of the blue. I could tell he could sense something was, I didn't want to mention that something was wrong and he hadn't questioned my actions.

Elijah's POV

Something was wrong with Y/n I couldm't place my finger on what it was, I couldn't understand what had happened and why she decided to almost disappear. I was missing her dearly, I missed seeing her smile, I missed her silly little jokes and her ability to make all my world seem so much better against all the issues going down. I missed her little rambles she would go on, the point is that I miss her and I don't know how to bring her back to me.

I had finally been able to catch the trail and follow her around, see if I could understand what was going on and it took me to the Grill. I stood near the bar, blending into the ground and proceeded to listen in on her conversation with the Salvatore brothers.

"I know it's silly of me but I can't help but be jealous."

"Come on, you know that the noble fossil wouldn't cheat on you." Damon remarked, a clear roll of the eyes that made Y/n whack him lightly.

"I being serious Damon! I know he has history with Katherine, when he was human he loved Tatia and then he found Katherine. What if her coming back brings back the feelings? I can't stand the idea of him leaving me for her and I don't want that to happen."

"Y/n have you tried speaking with Elijah? You know he'd hear you out and he'll be respectful of what you're going through." I let out a breath, I clenched my eyes shut, hating in myself for not reading the signs. If I knew sooner I would've done everything in my power to reassure Y/n that the only person my heart sings for is her.

"He's a 1000+ year old vampire, he has more important things than dealing with my petty feelings."

"Y/n listen here. Elijah worships the ground you walk on, he wouldn't think any less of you for worring about Katherine. We all know what Katherine is like and you have every reason to be worrying about it." Damon's response seemed to freeze her in her place.

"Thank you..."

Four nights later, I invited Y/n to come over, I will admit I was surprised when she agreed. We journed to my bedroom, she placed herself on the bed, fiddled with her hands and I took this as an opportunity to shut down the feelings of doubt and jealousy.

"Y/n the other night, I overheard you speaking to the Salvatores about what's been going on..." She buried her face in her hands, looking ashamed and worried about what I could possibly say. I sat beside her, took her hand and cupped her face in my other hand to ensure she met my eyes.

"I understand your worries completely. I understand and I want you to know, that Katherine does not matter to me. She hasn't for 500 years. All I care about is you, no one else matters to me, just you. I love you with all my heart, I love your smile and your little jokes. I love when you leave me a note with a little picture, I worship the ground you walk on and I will go to hell back to prove that I love you as much as I do. I am awfully sorry that you haven't felt as if you could speak to me and I feel awful that this happened. But please, my love... know that I would never ever dream of breaking your heart and leaving you alone. You have my word, I promise you that I won't let the devil of a woman try and break us apart because she is long forgetten."

She took a few breaths, Y/n moved closer to me, rested a kiss upon my forehead and took a moment before finding the courage to speak.

"I am sorry, I'm sorry that I didn't come to you, I'm sorry I didn't allow you to know what was going on. It was fair of me to shut you out when you haven't done anything to warrent it. Please forgive me."

"There's nothing to apologise or forgive for. My love, let me prove to you my undying and everlasting love for you." Her shy little smile brought a smile to my lips, I cupped her face in my hands, bringing her in for a kiss and listened to her hum as I brought her into my arms for an embrace, Y/n took a moment to breathe and whispers softly into my ear.

"i love you, Elijah. I love you more than you'll ever know."

"I love you more my love."

First Person's POV

Late into the night, we lay in each other's arms, Elijah and I lay naked under the blankets. My headed rest on his chest, he took my hand away lying across him and brought my hand to rest a sweet and longing kiss against my palm. The action was enough to keep my smile stuck on my lips and it was enough for me to snuggle in closer to him with my hand resting in his and his tender eyes continuing to made me feel incredibly loved and devoted to.

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wildmelon · 1 year

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the chapmans 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼

basically i don’t actually play legacy challenges but i have a save i mentally refer to as my “legacy save” bc i don’t tend to play out full generations ever except for this one save. but even then it’s almost 3 years old and i’m just starting on gen 3 lmfao bc i literally just came to terms with the idea of my “founders” dying. but here’s one of my favorite families, i’m putting a bit about them each under the cut bc y’all know by now i can’t just show u their pretty faces and go :) feeling rather tender since it’s been a while since i opened this save 🥺

will chapman: will’s an absolute sweetheart who was in love with bliss’ fiery spirit since first grade. she was very perplexed by the total lack of agenda behind his kindness at first and highly suspicious of his seemingly infinite patience, but eventually she learned to accept his unconditional love around senior year of high school and is all the better for it. will’s smack dab in the middle of a big family, with two older brothers and a younger brother and sister (twins), so his easygoing nature served him well growing up. will and bliss are a perfect match, each other’s missing puzzle pieces, their differences complement and challenge each other in the best ways--

bliss chapman: the firstborn daughter of my ‘legacy founders’ and the oldest of four, bliss was an absolute handful to raise. she had a lot of anger issues growing up and a hard relationship with her little-miss-perfect mother. (this was so sad actually, her poor mom marley had 0 idea what to do). she had a big complex about deserving love, especially the kind of love her parents have for each other. will helped her heal a lot of those wounds. she freaked tf out when they accidentally got pregnant with kit after college but watching her blossom as a mother was so special 😭 it was the exact kind of thing all her fears and insecurities told her she’d be bad at her whole life, but bliss has a really big heart and was much better at parenting then she ever could’ve predicted. bliss had a lifelong obsession with space and became a mechanical engineer before accomplishing her dream of being an astronaut. (bliss is so so special to me and i have a lot of writing about her 🥺❤️)

kit (katherine) chapman: kit’s always wanted to be a doctor like her dad and is about to start at britechester to do it! she’s a huge geek and was very awkward and shy her whole life and recently blossomed into a very pretty girl, but she doesn’t really know what to make of that yet. the only time she’s perfectly articulate is during debate, she’s really good at it and all of her social anxiety melts away once she gets going! she thinks it’s the planning and organization. kit made henry puffer her entire personality for most of her childhood.

stevie chapman: the self-declared “problem child,” stevie doesn’t actually cause many problems. she keeps up decent grades and is nice to her siblings, and in exchange her parents turn a blind eye when she sneaks out to catch a weeknight concert in the arts district. a hardcore adrenaline seeker, stevie’s parents (lovingly) anticipate the day she moves out and they no longer have to bear witness to her constant scrapes. she never runs out of energy and is fun and bubbly. her family thinks stevie’s desire to be perceived as a rebel is quite cute and usually they indulge her. (for any fellow frozen pines fans, stevie was named after @\softpine’s stevie 🥺 she was born a few months after i first read all the camellia posts and became obsessed ❤️)

elliot chapman: the accident bonus baby! will and bliss planned on not having any more kids, but sometimes mc command center god has other plans! they’re young parents though so it makes sense. elliott has no discernable personality yet because i did not plan for him. poor baby will most likely have a complex about being the extra as an adult.

#ts4 edit #sims 4 edit #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 cas #sims 4 cas #create a sim #ts4 portrait #sims 4 portrait #my sims #sim: kit chapman #sim: bliss wright #sim: will chapman #sim: stevie chapman #sim: elliott chapman #wm: ts4

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You could write a scenario where Elena discovers (through a painting or a diary entry) how Klaus killed Katherine's family (including her little sister, who was in fact just a child). Which leaves her truly horrified, and leaves her wondering if her love for Klaus is right. In short she feels guilty for loving such a cruel monster.

I hope this prompt is okay, otherwise feel free to ignore it. 😣 I love your writing by the way! ❤️

Hello, thank you so much for sending this prompt!! I loved writing it! I hope it's what you envisioned, because I have no idea how it turned out, but here you go!

Read on AO3 - Blood And Death

She’s sprawled on the couch by the fireplace, piled under blankets. The fire in crackles in the hearth, and she can see the snow outside the windows. Her warm cup of cocoa is half finished on the table, while she peruses through the tome in her hand. It is a tome, old yellowed pages, a musty odour to it.

She’s reading Klaus’ journal.

Calling it a journal is a generosity. While there are places where he talks about feelings, this is more of a ledger. Half formed plans, names of witches, vampires, werewolves who’ve owed him favours over the millennia, have wronged him over that time, displayed. Tracking of enemies and allies, information about stolen artefacts.

Over and over, one word is repeated frequently. Doppelgänger.

Every time she reads the word, something twists in her stomach. Sweat beads down her back even in the freezing cold of December. The things that Klaus has done to find the doppelgänger, find her, make her shift in place. Hesitant and uncomfortable. Locator spells and bounties. Killing people who brought girls that looked almost like the doppelgänger, but not quite. Relishing about how he killed those girls too, the taste of their blood and the wonder over whether doppelgänger blood would taste sweeter, different somehow.

It does.

She learnt that on a particularly hot night, when they’d been in Australia. A dip in the ocean followed by a night of being entangled in each other. They were lying on the floor of the hallway somewhere by their bedroom, legs pressed together, his blood in her veins and hers in his. There were trails of blood all over them, bloodied handprints on her thighs and the rivulets of her blood trailing down her breasts and stomach and her thighs.

(She clenches even now, when she remembers how he had used the blood on her thigh to push two fingers inside her and make her crest again.)

She had joked then, about how blood all tasted the same to him now. He’d levelled a serious look at her and said that her blood was unique.

More bitter than anyone else’s. Sweeter than anyone else’s.

She had refrained from asking if Katherine’s tasted the same.

She reads the ledgers out of order. The early years, when bloodlust and the guilt of killing his mother had consumed him. The names Tatia and Aurora, repeated throughout, the Hunters Curse and all his hallucinations detailed.

(What does it say about her that she feels such sympathy for him? Such pain over something that happened nine centuries before she was born?)

She tries not to think about it as she reads about how he started daggering his siblings, about the deaths and the violence and the blood. She tries not to think about the blood. How much of it still clings to him.

Then she starts reading about Katherine. Katherine who’s a lamb for slaughter. All the entries are about how Katherine looks like Tatia, how he’s seducing her, wining and dining her, playing the part of the nobleman he is as he courts her. Showers her with affection. How it dwindles once he learns she has nowhere to go. A week long affair followed by coldness which makes her grow closer to Elijah.

The fantasies he had about Katherine. All blood and death. About his curse. Lines sneaked in between about Katherine’s beauty but those are secondary.

It is her death that is his most ardent passion. The sight of her dead that he wishes to see.

Elena wonders about that night then, when she had walked to him. When he had killed her. She knows he must’ve felt the same pleasure, the same triumph killing her then. How he must’ve seen her too, like a pretty, shiny object, a means to an end. An entity made for him, his curse and no other reason.

(Now, he makes her coffee in the mornings and heels to her wants. Only when she stands her ground, but getting through to him is easier now.)

When Katherine runs, the writing becomes haphazard. The anger takes centre stage. Ideas of how to torture Katherine, fantasies of flaying her skin from her bones and injecting her with wolf venom before healing her and doing it again. Some of it is so horrifying that she has to make an effort to not get sick. She’s glad Klaus never caught Katherine.

(What about the other people though? The ones he has does these things to?)

It’s when she reads about Bulgaria that she’s no longer lying down. She reads about how he killed Katherine’s neighbours first, all in a rage, raining blood on the small village. All the people who ran from him, screaming of a monster. The hearts he ripped out and the blood he gorged himself on. How he made sure to not get to Katherine’s family till the end. How they were terrified by then. How he started with the servants, moving on to her parents. Her sister.

Her sister who was a child.

But then, it seems as if no child was spared that night. All of them dead.

The thought of it makes her sick, and she finally pushes all the books away. Her mind whirls, conjuring up images for her, all things she wants to forget. Some of them are old nightmares, the ones that had pushed her to seek Klaus. To make a deal with him and leave Mystic Falls behind. Occasional phone calls with her family are all she had for years.

It’s only now, after almost a decade, that the terms of that deal are void. Forgotten in the whirlwind of emotions, and the tangles of her fingers in his. The bloodied curve of his mouth against her own.

She jumps when she hears the front door open. The rustling of clothes and the sound of heavy footsteps. She holds on to the back of her couch, chin propped on the lip of it as she watches him walk into their living room.

He’s covered in blood.

The sight should be jarring but it isn’t.

This is who he is, this blood and this monstrosity.

It’s not all he is.

His eyes sweep over her, walking closer to her before that blood stained hand is on her cheek. Before he’s pulling her up, pressing his lips, slick with blood, against hers.

She can only see him murdering Katherine’s family. How easily it could’ve been hers.

How easily it was, she thinks guiltily, the image of Klaus killing Jenna still clear in her mind.

She pulls back, settling back in place, trying not to worry about the way blood stains her face. The blood of his victims. Maybe they’re her victims too, they will be at least, when she falls into bed with him again.

He leans back, before his eyes fall on the tomes, his expressing turning displeased.

A small tinge of fear darkens at her heart, but it’s gone in the next moment.

“And here I thought one’s privacy is to be respected,” his voice is deeper than usual, but she shrugs.

“You read my diaries all the time,” resentment seeps into her voice, how she doesn’t want to write down her real thoughts, but end up doing it anyway. How he ends up reading them anyway. “I thought I’d read yours.”

“Yes, but you can’t read mine-”

“Stop reading my diaries then,” she demands suddenly, and his gaze falls on her, blue invaded by flecks of gold, “give me your word, and I’ll put these back.”

This she trusts, his word. He keeps it. Mostly.

His tricks aren’t as elaborate as Elijah’s.

“I suppose I can see why my reading them might make you….uncomfortable,” he says the word as if it offends him, but she doesn’t interrupt him. Not when he seems to be in the mood to give her what she wants. She can’t stop thinking of how he must’ve killed Katherine’s little sister. All the children in that village. “Very well,” he’s being generous in his mind, bestowing her a favour. She hates it. “I won’t read your diary. You have my word.”

She presses her lips together, her hands moving to hold him, neck craned up to face him. He can’t compel her now, not when she got her hands on her dads journal and trained herself to be resistant to it, with Elijah’s help. He can’t get inside her head either.

She doesn’t steal her gaze, looks up at him steadfastly.

“I read how you killed Katherine’s family,”

He looks down at her impassively, but she can see that small flicker of vulnerability, he wants to hide. The doubt.

“Did you?”

This time, she pictures of how Katherine must’ve felt on return. How she must’ve pulled their bodies to her chest and sobbed on the floor of her home. Blood and death her only companions.

She inhales softly, something inside her chest hurting. It’s so easy to think of her own family in place of Katherine’s. Despite the years gone by and the way Jeremy thrives in his graphic designing, she’s seized by fright for a moment.

“Yeah,” something catches at her and she looks down, away from all that he is, “you killed her sister too. She was just a child.”

She doesn’t dare look at him, her heart thumping loudly, “I don’t know who I killed that night, you know how I get when I’m angry.” She does, she thinks as she remembers prank night, about how he’d gotten Tyler to bite Caroline, and almost gotten Jeremy killed.

“But doesn’t it bother you?” The question is raw, ripped from her throat, and finally looks up. Levels her gaze to the blood splattering across his face.

“Sometimes, it’s not as though I seek out children to kill them.”

She swallows heavily, her mind filling in blanks he doesn’t dare complete in front of her. He doesn’t seek out children, but if he’s in rage and they get in the way -

“If it makes you feel any better,” this time she hears it, the crack in his voice, a sudden vulnerability he likes hiding clear in it. Wondering if this will be it, the straw that breaks the camels back and makes her leave. “I’ve never been in a rage like that afterwards.”

“Not even when you found me alive?” Her pulse thrums as she wonders what he might’ve done to her loved ones then.

“No,” there’s a truth in answer, and shamefully, her shoulders droop, “I wasn’t. Elena-”

“Okay,” she nods, biting at her inner cheek, “I believe you.”

The words are hard, making her think of Jenna and tears obscure her vision, the kind she swallows down quickly. She drops back into the couch, her dead on the armrest, and she doesn’t look at him when she speaks.

“You’re getting blood all over the carpet,” her hand shoots out to find her book and there’s silence for a moment. Her hands flip through the pages, finding the passage she was reading before she was distracted, and it’s several minutes before he leaves. She ignores him till then, a cruelty she’ll pay for by holding him close to her tonight, but one she doesn’t hide away now.

When he’s gone, she lets out a sigh, tears trickling down from the corner of her eye.

Who is she, that she still loves him? That even when she sees Jenna dying, even when she remembers the cruel smile stretched on Klaus’ mouth, she loves him. She hates him too. Hates him for killing Jenna, hates him for killing Isobel, and Katherine’s family. Katherine’s sister.

How easily it could’ve been her family. Was her family.

She hates him.

But she loves him more.

Still, the darkness lingers inside her. His cruelty, his dramatics, his mercurial moods, they can never leave her. She loves him despite it, through it, for it.

He’s a monster. He disgusts her sometimes. And she wonders what kind of person can love someone like him anyway.

Maybe it’s because she’s selfish, maybe it’s because she’s a monster too.

But she can’t stop, this love is too sharp, too much like a dagger in her heart.

It hurts sometimes, but maybe that is what love is.

Pain.

#anon ask #klena #klaulena #klaus mikaelson #elena gilbert #klena fic #read on ao3 #anon prompt #mentions of death #mentions of violence #mentions of child death

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peonierose · 1 year

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Wake up Little Susie

Chapter 1

Nightbound AU vs. Hänsel & Gretel

Book: Nightbound AU

Type: Series

Characters involved: Hänsel van Andresen (M!OC), Gretel van Andresen (F!OC), Nik Ryder (M!MC), Katherine (F!MC), Garrus (M!MC)

Words: 2,500+

Rating: General, a few curse words

Summary: Hänsel and Gretel two amazing supernatural hunters are working on a new case that leads them to New Orleans and to old friends. So let the good times roll.

A/N: I’m posting this for @nbappreciationweek

Side note: This story has been a year in the making and I hope you’ll give it a chance. A massive thank you to these wonderful people for being super excited for this story and helping me with it. @annieruok94 ❤️@ofmischiefandmedicine 💖 @doriopenheart 🧡 @ladylamrian 💜 @inlocusmads 💚

2nd Side note: I’ve put out an intro you can catch up here. If you want to listen to the playlist I’ve created for this chapter you can do that here.

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I stride into Hänsel’s room not caring if he is awake or not. This can’t wait any longer.

The room is pitch black. You can’t even make out the sleeping figure, who slumbers peacefully, tangled in his sheets, and snores softly.

I take a moment to look at him. He looks so peaceful, like he has no care in the world. Well it’s about to get interesting.

I touch his shoulder gently, and start to shake him awake. He stirs and throws out every curse word he knows.

“What in three hells, Gretel?“ His voice is still rough from sleep. He puts his pillow over his head, to avoid the light that spills through the room from outside the hall.

“Wake up sleeping beauty,“ I smile sweetly, because I know he hates it when I wake him up.

He groans and sits up in bed. Thank god the sheets cover the important bits, while the pillow gets pushed to the side.

“I wasn’t sleeping a hundred years. And where’s the fire? Why do I have to be awake?“ He asks sleepily. He still sounds groggy.

I shake my head at him.

“There’s no fire, Mr. grouchy pants. But we do have a case. Get dressed,“ I tell him, while I pull the curtains apart to let in some sunshine. He blinks against the harsh light and covers his face with his arm.

“Seriously? What case? We just came back from a hunt, Gretel. And don’t call me grouchy pants.“

I turn my head in his direction and smile. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“No rest for the wicked.“ I chirp.

He rolls his eyes.

“It’s creepy for you to be so chipper in the morning. Again. What case?“

He holds my gaze for a few seconds longer while he looks for any type of reaction. His dark blond hair disshelved and his hazel eyes sleepy but alert.

Not willing to disclose any details yet,

I walk to his closet and pick a pair of dark jeans and a flannel shirt and throw it at him. The clothes hit him in the face.

“I told you to get dressed. We’re wasting sunlight.“

I leave his room and hear him curse. I grin. My job here is done.

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Hänsel walks into the kitchen. His jaw set, his shoulders pulled back. He gets himself some coffee and leans on the kitchen island and crosses his ankles. He appears relaxed and comfortable, but I know he’s anything but.

He takes a slow sip and looks at me directly. His face unreadable. Even though we’re twins (though I’m the older one), even I can’t decipher what’s going through his head right now.

“You woke me up. We all know how much I love that,“ he says sarcastically.

“Without even telling me what the hell is going on!“

I firmly bite my bottom lip.

“You won’t like it.“ I admit.

Hänsel only raises an eyebrow.

“Go on, sis.“

He empathizes that by pointing to his black coffee mug with the words “Hell raiser“ in my direction.

I walk to my room and hand him several pages I printed out. Dozens of faces stare back at me.

Disappearances of at least 20 people. From all sorts of backgrounds and of all ethnicities. Caucasian, African-American, Asian. You name it.

Women and men. Tall and short. Long and short hair. There seems to be no connection between them.

Hänsel sets down his coffee mug, to take a closer look at the missing file reports. He sets the papers down and gives me a pointed look.

“You’re right I don’t like it. This is turning into a weird obsession Gretel. You’ve got to stop this. I mean it.“

He takes his mug and is about to walk away.

“Weird obsession?“ My voice is steely.

He stops mid-walk and turns around.

“I’m saying this as your twin brother who loves you. Those people“ he points at the papers in my hands.

“It’s the local polices job to find them and bring them back safe and sound. Not ours. We only deal with the supernatural stuff. You know? What goes bump in the night,“ he finishes.

I gulp.

“So you’re saying you won’t come with me?“ I ask defiantly.

“And where is that exactly?“ He asks calmly.

I wet my lips and look away not able to meet his eyes.

“New Orleans,“ I say and he nods.

“Now we’re getting closer. This is why you want to investigate? So you can see your former flame again?“ He wiggles his eyebrows.

I narrow my eyes.

“Oh Nik you’re so dreamy. We should like hunt monsters together…blah…blah…“ he says in high-pitched voice to mimic me.

I take a pillow from the couch and throw it at him. It hits him in the chest and he doubles over from laughing.

“I don’t talk like that!“ I cross my arms over my chest.

“Nik and I are just friends. We always have been,“ I say.

“He’s not even my type,“ I add and Hänsel shudders.

“I don’t even want to know what your type is. There are certain things a brother does not need to know about his sister,“ he cringes.

I sigh.

“That’s not the reason I want to go to New Orleans. I want to find out what happened to these people. Or do you mean to tell me you don’t care what happens to their fate?“ I say sternly.

He stops laughing and turns serious. His hazel eyes glinting.

“Of course I care. But there’s no indication that there is a supernatural element involved,“ he states.

“When you looked at the faces did you take a closer look? There’s no connection. They’re being picked at random. But there’s got to be something that connects all of them. I say we fly down to New Orleans and find out what that is,“ I say.

That gets his attention. His eyes turn cold and he presses his lips into a firm line.

“Could be human trafficking. Or sex trade. They’re all kinds of sickos out there. Supernaturals aren’t that different from humans,“ he shrugs.

“You’re turning away from the truth Hänsel. These people are being picked up and no one bats an eye,“ I implore.

He sighs deeply.

“If you’re implying that this is the work of the witch, then I have to disappoint you. She’s dead Gretel. We made damn sure of that.“

Clearly, he‘s not willing to even entertain the idea.

“Did we though? We were kids back then,“ I say and tug nervously at my long blonde braid.

“Even though we were kids I’m pretty sure if you separate every part of a persons body, shove it into an oven and it burns? Yeah. That’s as dead as can be,“ he says matter-of-fact.

I shake my head I’ve heard enough.

“Fine. Then stay here sleep, drink and do nothing. While people are taken from their beds, or picked off the streets. I mean who cares right?“

I point a finger at myself.

“I’ll go investigate. Because I don’t want them to go through the same hell that we did. You might’ve moved on, and you’re trying to forget…“ My voice almost hitches on the last words. “I can’t.“

His voice breaks the silence.

“It’s funny, really. That you think I’ve moved on. Or that I can forget what that witch almost did to us. She lures kids to her knowing exactly which buttons to push,“ he stops and then continues.

“Did you know I still have nightmares every night?“ He confesses. I look up at him, surprise clearly written all over my face, my lips slightly parted.

“No. Why did you never say anything, Hänsel?“

My voice is barely above a whisper.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I always felt like it’s a weakness. Admitting that you have nightmares. All the things we’ve seen, hunted and killed. It’s ironic, really. The one thing that has me woken up sweaty almost every single night is that damn gingerbread house. It wasn’t bad enough I developed diabetes. No. Seeing her turn from someone nice into someone evil in a heartbeat? Yeah, I’ll never forget that face. I’m glad we escaped that hellhole. But the memories still linger on.“

He rubs his eyes tiredly.

I close the distance and envelop him in a hug. It’s like a weight has been lifted. His shoulders sag and he almost crushes me when he returns the hug. We stand in our little kitchen, hugging each other like our lives depend on it.

Each other is all we have left.

What else have I not seen? Hänsel still has nightmares. I did not see his pain. I bury my face in his flannel shirt. Not able to stop some tears that escape my eyes. Soaking into his shirt. I wipe them away with the pad of my thumb.

After a couple of minutes we break apart.

“Want to tell me what Ryder said?“ Hänsel asks.

“We didn’t talk that much. I only wanted to let him know about the disappearances. He was genuinely surprised. I could tell by his voice that I caught him off-guard. He promised to get some info and let me know.“

I gnaw on my lips thoughtfully.

“How is that possible?“ He sounds suspicious.

“Well, he said people disappear all the time. Since these are people from the streets or homeless shelters we’re talking about…“ I shrug and continue.

“The police doesn’t think it’s worth the while to investigate. According to Nik they’ll look into it, but he’s not very hopeful that they’ll do a thorough enough job.“

He ponders over that for a minute.

“So what? You think the witch somehow made it out alive? Even though we dismembered and burned her? Even a necromancer can’t bring her back. You’d need a body for that. There were only ashes left,“ he says matter of fact.

I hate it when he takes that tone. The It’s-a-fact-and-you-know-it tone.

I turn my head to the side.

“There is actually a necromancer in New Orleans that we can ask for help,“ I look at Hänsel expectantly.

He shakes his head.

“You’ve got be kidding. You’ve thought of everything haven’t you?“ He smiles widely.

“If it turns out as a dead end? We’ll go home,“ I say adamantly.

“But if she’s alive and breathing? I want to stop her once and for all.“

I roll my shoulders.

Itching to go out there and just let out the anger I’ve been feeling lately. Or even better, take out my crossbow and shoot at some targets. I could use the practice.

“Slow down Van Helsing. What else is on your mind?“ He asks.

Of course he picked up on that.

“Ever since we escaped, I’ve devoured every lore and legend there is. Anything I can get my hands on. To find out what happened. What her ultimate goal was. Ever since I caught sight of this case, I needed to get more info. To find out anything I can. Because the more we know the better we’re prepared,“ I shiver because I feel cold all of a sudden. I put my arms around myself to warm my body up.

“And your conclusion?“ He prods.

I leave the kitchen to get my laptop. I put it onto the kitchen island and when it’s fired up I click on the files I’ve saved.

Everything is alphabetically organized so that I can easily find everything.

“I’ve printed out a map and circled all the places people were taken. The places seem completely random, except…“ I explain and show him a map of New Orleans on the screen.

“If you take a closer look you will see that this line right here?“ I point to it and continue “Is a ley line that stretches from New York up until New Orleans,“ I say.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Meaning?“

“It means that whatever they’re planning needs a lot of juice. The ley lines would offer that. According to legends, it amplifies the magical powers that you already have and makes any spell or ritual more potent. It also means they have a very short amount of time to make it work. The ley lines won’t let you use their power for long and keeping that line open is straining to say the least,“ I finish.

“Meaning you’d probably need a lot of magical users for that,“ he says.

“Exactly,“ I nod.

“What else have you got on those ley lines?“ He looks intently at the screen, the light from the laptop reflects on his face and gives him a blue hue.

I scroll though the files I’ve compiled.

“That’s pretty much it. There is not much known about it. Most of it are legends, and you know how that works. Opinions are divided on what to believe.“

I lean forward to turn the laptop off and close it.

“It’s like the blue-line case,“ Hänsel mumbles

I stare at my brother. Who seems deep in thought. He tries to piece our last case back together.

“There are similarities, but I don’t think it’s the same,“ I say and shake my head.

“If what you say is true. Who or what would need this much power? And where would they even find people powerful enough for it?“ he asks.

I shrug.

“That I don’t know.“

I walk back and forth, my thoughts running wild.

“There’s something off about the way these people are taken. I can feel it Hänsel. And I know you do too. This whole thing just reeks of black magic. Someone on an ego power trip,“ I pin him down with an intense gaze.

“It’s not just the ley lines that worry me. Halloween is close by. The veil to the other side gets thinner by the day. Nothing good can come from that. We have less than a month to find these people before it’s too late.“

He stops me from wearing a path into the carpet and takes my cold hands in his warm ones.

“If it will put your mind at ease. We’ll look into it,“ he says.

“But I can’t make a promise to be nice to Ryder,“ he says heat rises in his high cheekbones.

“Why? He’s never done anything to you, has he?“

Racking my brain and not able to come up with a single thing he could’ve said or done.

“He called me and I quote “a mediocre hunter who only gets in his way.“

He looks incredulously at me.

I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a laugh that’s trying to bubble to the surface. But a small sound still escapes past my fingers.

“Are you laughing? At me? Your own twin brother?“ His face twists into a grimace.

I take my hand away and burst out laughing.

“You should’ve seen your face. It was hilarious…Mediocre. I’ve got to steal that one,“ I put my hand on my stomach. It hurts from all the laugther. It almost makes me double-over.

He puts his hands on his hips and try to look intimidating, but fail miserably.

I pat his arm gently.

“Don’t be a drama queen little brother. I’ll save you from the bad hunter pinky promise.“

He scoffs and shakes off my arm.

“Whatever.“

I shake my head, still laughing.

He goes to his room to pack. I’ve already packed my suitcase. All we need to do is catch our flight.

And I can already tell it’s going to be a long trip.

#Wake up Little Susie #Nightbound AU #Hänsel van Andresen (M!OC)#Gretel van Andresen (F!OC)#Nik Ryder #Katherine #Garrus

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mwebber · 11 months

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Hello 👋 Loved the Nayq series!! ❤️❤️

I know you don’t plan to write the sequel but I am curious. I’m guessing that Seb tells Mark about his life and his Mom being practically the government of course I’m guessing so that had to have been emotional. So I wanted to know what Marks react would have been to learning about his past and his Mom.

Seriously love all your fics!

It’s after their second counselling session with Katherine (about honesty and trust and effective communication) that Seb finally comes clean about everything.

“Before we get a dog,” he starts hesitantly, thumbing at the wheel of the Honda Civic and keeping his eyes on the road, “I think you need to know something.”

Mark shoots him a wary look, barely visible from his periphery. “What is it?”

Gently, Seb presses on the brakes, and rolls to a perfect stop at the light. He glances nervously at Mark, and then back in front of him at the intersection.

In the grand scheme of things, this isn’t so big or life-changing a secret that it’ll ruin their marriage, not if they could survive the reveal of their actual careers. But it’s a little embarrassing, especially since it’s something he knows Mark has taken a lot of pride in over the years.

“Seb.” Mark draws his name out. He feels not unlike a dog who's been told off for chewing shoelaces.

Better to get it over with and deal with the fallout when it happens.

Seb takes a deep breath. Guns it just a little too hard when the light turns green.

“Allmytaxesarefake.”

“What?”

“My taxes,” he clarifies. “I’ve never been required to file them.”

Bravely, he sneaks a peek beside him. Mark looks—not angry, but maybe mildly offended. Or confused.

“You’ve never been required to file your taxes.”

“Well,” Seb fumbles, white-knuckled on the wheel, and that’s bad. He forces himself to relax. “I don’t technically. Exist.”

“You don’t exist.” Mark’s dry repetition of his words is getting to be a little concerning.

He waves a hand vaguely between them. “I’m, um, the government?”

Mark’s voice gets even drier. “You’re the government.”

Weakly, Seb stops at another light, and faces his husband.

“Surprise..?”

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^^^ so that was smth i'd had in my schrodinger's sequel doc, lol. i think mark takes it well, or as well as it can possibly be taken! one source of tension in the sequel is that even though they learn the terminology to communicate better with each other, they still don't go so deep into everything. part of that is seb's own fuckedupness, where he hasn't quite processed the damage of his upbringing? and another part of it is that mark actively struggles to fully reconcile Intelligence Agent Seb with the seb he thought he fell in love with.

tonally, i think everything about the sequel swerves between the og's lighthearted humour and the prequel's more serious approach, so idk how awfully the conversation goes. it could range from mark being like, fucker. so you had access to the revenue agency this whole damn time? i need to have Words. to mark being like, wait a sec. you're a brainwashed soldier. what the f- and dealing with all the implications.

were i to canonize an official reaction, it'd probably be that mark eventually realizes how much seb is hurting and helps him heal. mom goes on the shitlist for sure, even though seb still naively thinks the two of them can reach a compromise of sorts when it comes to him. the problem is that they both love seb, right? but they're both loving him kind of wrong. seb already has their unconditional love--he needs to know that somebody can look at the shitty parts of him and show him that he deserves to be loved regardless. mark, over the course of the sequel, learns to be that kind of person, and seb learns to love mark differently as well. it's not the stuff of fairytales, but then again, neither are they.

#thank u for ur ask!!!#inbox #nobody asks you questions

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queenadabronx · 2 years

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The Newsies Go Mini Golfing

Inspired by the mini golfing I did today- I’m not very good at it (I cheated. So. Many. Times. I used my foot and claimed a wizard was moving the ball)

. So

. Davey came up with the idea.

. Not on purpose

. He said in the Newsies group chat that he was taking Les

. And everyone else decided to go too

. Except Crutchie, cause of his leg

. The place that they go to isn’t just mini golf- it has a rock wall, bumper cars, and a batting cage as well.

. It’s…semi expensive but….totally worth it

. The Newsies split up into groups to do stuff

. Davey, Les, Sally, Jack, Katherine, Race, and Albert, are group one. Meaning they do mini golf first

. Smalls, Sniper, Finch, Tommy Boy, Sarah, Mike, Ike, and Hotshot are group two. They are doing rock climbing first

. Specs, Romeo, Mush, Blink, Henry, Jojo, Elmer, and Buttons are doing bumper cars first

GROUP ONE . Most of them aren’t very good at mini golf

. Sally is the best

. But she’s super supportive of Les (even though he isn’t great)

. Katherine is also really good

. Race is not

. He hits the ball into the woods three holes in

. Then he gets the next one stuck in the water

. Albert won’t stop laughing at him

. Even though Albert isn’t good either

. But that’s cause he doesn’t care

. Neither does Davey

. But Davey isn’t even playing

. Because it’s ‘‘for the kids”

. After mini golf they do bumper cars

. It’s I N S A N I T Y

. Albert and Race are at war

. Les and Sally are just having fun

. Jack, Katherine, and Dave’s did N O T ride

. Mostly because of Albert and Race

. Once they finish, they go on the rock wall

. Only Les, Sally, and Race climb it

. Albert is scared of heights

. And it turns out

. Race can’t climb

. Les makes it to the top

. And he’s so freaking happy

GROUP TWO

. These guys started with the rock wall

. Only Smalls and the twins climb

. They compete to see who can get to the top fastest

. It’s Ike

. And he G L O A T S

. So naturally they need a rematch….

. In mini golf

. And it turns out Smalls is great at mini golf

. Mike is too

. Ike sucks

. (Sorry baby love you ❤️)

. So Hotshot has to comfort his upset boyfriend

. Sniper, however, is cheering on his girlfriend

. Tommy and Sarah don’t play mini golf

. They buy ice cream sandwiches and talk

. And make out a little

. (Tomarah is beautiful and I love it so much)

. This group is even worse with bumper cars

. Since all but two are playing

. Let’s just say there was a lot of screaming

GROUP THREE

. This was the most chill group of all

. They just kinda chilled

. They didn’t treat bumper cars like a war

. And all of them tried the rock wall

. Buttons made it to the top

. Specs didn’t go very high cause he didn’t want his glasses to fall off

. And they didn’t even keep score for their mini golf

. They just played

. And they probably had the most fun

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super-nova5045 · 2 years

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Top five favorite characters

oooh good one

1. Cindy Berman. AKA my wife. I love her so, so much like I’d say “please shut up and date me” but she’s got Alice for that. I love her cause she’s a lesbian and a badass

2. Will Byers. Probably because I feel really bad for him and I also simp for his actor but ALSO because he deserves to have his bad bitch turning point. Cindy Berman/Carrie style. Also he needs to hurry up and find his boyfriend again

3. Abby Littman. I love you so much you lesbian I know you’ve gone through so much but Ginny can just shut the fuck up. Like you go girl call that MF a bitch. Be a funny mf and a snarky hoe at the same time. how could i not stan. also shut up and date maxine now abby

4. Mary! I’m not sure if you’d count mary as a character but i don’t care. She was so brave, so stubborn and actually, very reformist, aside from religion. Like girly was a feminist. Not only that, but Elizabeth 100% stole the spotlight from her by copying her speeches and shit. Also Mary deserved better and was so strong even after all she went through. Original girlboss

5. Gotta say Henry Howard on this one, which is weird, cause not many people know about him, and I don’t know much either. But personally, I just really love how much he cared about the ones he loved (platonically or not). He went to Jane Boleyn and Katherine Howard’s execution when the rest of their family had left them. He compared his wife to the sun. He severely mourned Fitzroy. He educated his daughters the same as his sons (I still need to re-find the source for that, I’m 100% certain I found it but never took a screenshot of it) He (unfortunately) was very worried for his father in the tower, much like when Anne Boleyn was arrested. Even tho he was a bitch to his sister, he made sure she wasn’t forced to marry Thomas Seymour (that could’ve been out of hatred for seymour but whatever) and he also hated the Seymours and the Cromwells (@apho-sappho he knew what the seymours did to fitzroy LMAO)

so yea. those are my fav characters. i’d really like to do top five/top ten favourite ships next but idrc lmao

thanks for the ask bestie ❤️

#mary i of england #mary 1 #mary tudor #fear street #cindy berman #fear street 1978 #fear street 1666 #fear street 1994 #stranger things #byler #will byers #tudor #cindy x alice #ginny and georgia #abby littman #wow what tags!#when four worlds collide #im so sorry

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lalosalamcnca · 3 years

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Kalijah ❤️ Bamon OTP I hate any ship w Elena because I can’t stand her and her self concerned priorities. That wouldn’t change no matter who she is w. Dullena is toxic af

That’s fair! I don’t like Elena either, I agree with you about her being quite self-centered. Even in s1-3, I did like her most of the time but I’d be thinking “why do the Salvatores love her so much?? I don’t understand what it is about her that makes it worth dying for her.” Bonnie, Caroline, Rebekah, even Katherine etc all that quality about them where I could see why they were so loved.

I think season 4 was when I officially started hating her; she lost the little personality she had and it felt like her character was just there to be one half of Delena. I felt like her and Stefan were more than that, elena’s good qualities came through with him and she was much more independent, she still (somewhat) cared about her friends.

It’s like when Jeremy died, and Elena was a wreck, turned off her humanity and you know how it goes. Obvs he came back, and then we see in 5x01, Elena has been too preoccupied making out with Damon to keep an eye on Jeremy. Like, WHAT?? If that was my brother, I’d literally have tabs on him 24/7 and I’d be a mother hen

Kalijah had so much potential, would’ve loved to see it and same with Bamon, I’ve read so many amazing fanfics (can’t count on tvd writers, but I can count on AO3 and fanfiction.net)

#answered ask #answer

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firethatgrewsolow · 6 years

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Haven’t We Met Somewhere Before?

**Hey there, so here's the 80's (88 to be specific) one shot. Forgive the lead up to the good stuff. You know I can't help myself - I love me some pathos and dialogue, ha! Hope you like it. It's the night after the Atlantic 40th anniversary show. Nsfw . . . eventually lol. Thanks for reading. ❤️**

Katherine stood her ground amidst the swirling sea of hopefuls, watching him dutifully sign one item after another. Most were shreds of paper or napkins from the cocktail reception earlier that afternoon, but some were a bit more intimate, she mused, combating her coy smile. He was in his element, drinking in every drop of adoration, like a man delivered from the desert. He looked that way, too, his skin bronzed and his hair falling in thick, golden curls, lightened from too much sun. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark aviators he had on, but it didn’t matter. She had them memorized.

“Okay, one more, then I have to take my leave,” Robert announced, flashing his trademark grin for the clamoring mob around him. “Can’t stay forever, you know, as much as I’d like to.” He pulled off his shades, winking at the blonde to his left and turned in her direction, stilling as he caught a familiar face in the crowd. Kat. Their gazes locked, each curiously studying the other for a beat too long.

The connection between them was obvious, and Katherine could feel the puzzled stares from those around her. The throng seemed to part as she strode toward him, holding up the small notebook that she’d managed to find in her purse. “Make it out to Branwen. I always liked that.” She knew it was a gamble to use the nickname, and she wondered if he would remember. He hesitated, the corner of his mouth gradually turning up. He does remember. Plucking the pad from her hand, he scribbled furiously on the paper. It seemed like it took forever, but, in truth, only a few seconds ticked by. He passed it back, leaning into her ear.

“Not here. Read my note.”

And just like that, he was whisked away by two imposing men to an idling limousine. The group dispersed, a few of the more tenacious admirers following the singer in hopes that he’d grant them one last wish. Kat stayed still as he dropped into the seat, sharing words with one of the men as he pointed at her. Then they were gone. The limo jumped into gear and took off, spraying gravel across the crude parking lot. As it glided out of sight, she clutched the notebook tighter. She didn’t dare look at it. Not yet. She needed to go home first. She was certain that what lay ahead was either elation or devastation, nothing in the middle. It had always been like that with Robert, impossibly high or impossibly low. For a moment, she wondered why she came, but she knew the answer. The lowest lows were worth a split second of high.

Back in the safety and comfort of her apartment, she poured a glass of wine and slumped onto the sofa, exhausted by the day’s events. Kicking off her shoes, she propped her feet onto the coffee table, taking a generous sip of the full bodied Cab. She pulled out her notebook, tapping the cover lightly with a long, lacquered nail to bide her time. She felt nervous, cautiously optimistic. The wine finally worked its magic, and she took the plunge. Her hands were nearly shaking as she leafed through the pages, stopping at the sight of his familiar scrawl. Come to me tonight at 10 PM, Kat. I need to speak with you. Please. The Plaza. I’ll have someone meet you in the lobby. I’ve missed you, Branwen, R.

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest, and she unsteadily set down her glass, her eyes shifting to the clock on the bar. Shit. She wouldn’t have time to shower. Not that that had ever stopped him before, she reminded herself with a snicker. She’d touch up her makeup and change. That was enough. She padded to the closet in the bedroom, peeling off her clothes. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she paused. She wasn’t a young little thing anymore. She tilted her head. Well, neither is he. Squaring her shoulders, she slowly spun around. Not bad for the road you’ve traveled. Pretty damn good, actually. Emboldened, she flipped through her dresses, selecting the sexiest one of the lot. She laid it on the bed along with matching heels and perused her lingerie. Determining that au naturale was best, she went to work on her hair and makeup, grateful that neither needed much in terms of improvement. She slipped on her dress and tousled her long, dark locks, taking one last peek into the glass. She gave a satisfied smile at what peered back at her. She looked incredible. Dotting a wisp of perfume on her neck and wrists, she headed for the phone to ring a taxi.

The night air was brisker than Katherine had expected as she exited the car, and she regretted not carrying along a sweater or light jacket. The worry faded as she entered the lobby, nodding at the doorman along the way. It was as grand as she recalled, the premier symbol of Edwardian elegance and old world mystique. Even if it could use a new coat of paint. Surveying the vast space, she searched for her envoy, and she jumped as he appeared, taking her arm in one swift motion.

“Right this way.”

His voice was deep and full, his eyes knowing, and Kat thought she might blush like the school girl she suddenly felt like. She shrugged it off. She was no silly groupie or desperate hanger-on. She was an old friend with unfinished business. The man remained silent as they traipsed through the lobby and into the elevator. He was efficiently carrying out his duties, likely aware that conversation was pointless. As it shut, she spied him studying her in the reflection on one of the polished steel panels. Their eyes met, and he abruptly glanced away. His expression was pensive, as if he’d been sizing her up, but it was lost as they reached their destination. Top floor. Suites only. She followed him to the double doors at the end of the corridor, her tummy twisting as he gave a coded knock. Without a word, he made his exit, disappearing into one of the rooms in the middle of the hall. The click of the lock disengaging seemed unnaturally loud, and her heart resumed its race. As a door cracked open, she took in what awaited her, nearly crumbling at the sight. He was in tight, black leather pants and a gauzy, white blouse, fully open. Chill bumps erupted along her arms as he brazenly looked her up and down, his lips curving. That smile. Always, that smile.

Robert’s gaze traced the lines of the fitted, navy silk that encased her. She was as stunning as he remembered years before. He opened the door further, drawing her in. “You came.”

Kat swallowed at the warmth of his touch, fighting to keep her voice even. “So I did.”

His dimples deepened at her tone. Still haughty, too. As the door shut behind her, he leaned against it to hook the latch, effectively trapping her. His eyes flickered across her face, drifting to her lips. “I’m glad you did,” he murmured, inching closer. He could hear her slight intake of breath and stifled the urge to take her right then and there. “Let’s, ah, have a drink, shall we? Catch up a bit, yeah?”

Robert looped her arm in his, leading her to the sofa, and she tried not to collapse into it. Her knees were weak, and her will even weaker. “Do you have any wine?” she asked, doing her best to sound put together.

“I do, a Rioja. I just opened it.”

“Perfect.” She crossed her legs, nestling into the rich velvet as he shuffled to the bar, pouring two large glasses of the Spanish red. “How long will you be in town?”

“A little while. Got a few gigs in the area.” Robert delivered the wine, settling next to her. “I haven’t toured like this since . . . well, you know since when.”

They exchanged a look, and Kat took a long sip. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be here at the Plaza. Too many old ghosts.”

“That’s precisely why I am. Nobody expects it. Therefore, nobody can find me,” he hummed slyly.

“Hat tip, but who’s looking? Besides Jimmy, that is.” They shared a chuckle, and she took another sip. “I didn’t make the concert yesterday. Actually, I suppose I wasn’t invited.”

“Not invited? Aren’t you still with Atlantic?”

Katherine shook her head. “No, I haven’t been for a while.”

“What happened?” Robert asked, his brow wrinkling. “I thought you were working with Ahmet.”

“It’s complicated. Something about mixing business with pleasure.”

Robert hesitated, swirling the ruby liquid in his goblet. “Was it, um, was it because of me?”

“No,” she lied, offering him a hint of a smile. “Don’t worry about it.” She held up her glass, ceremoniously tapping it against his. “Here’s to the show. I heard good things. Seems it was a step up from Live Aid.”

The singer barked a laugh. “Fucking hell, that bloody disaster. Couldn’t get much worse, yeah? I swear to Christ, Kat, I didn’t want to do it.” He knocked back his wine, roughly setting his glass on the table. “Bloody Led Zeppelin reunion. There’s no such thing. It doesn’t exist anymore. It stopped existing the day . . .” he trailed off with a wistful sigh, cursing himself for carrying on. “I’m sorry. I’ve always done this to you, haven’t I?”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m happy you can talk to me.” Katherine canvassed the lines on his face. Still so handsome, even after all he’d been through. “They expect too much. They always have,” she whispered, tamping the rush of memories whipping round in her head. “You’ve moved on. You did the right thing.”

Shrugging, he took a deep breath. “I don’t know if it’s right, but it’s all I could do.”

“I’m glad you got rid of the mullet.” Kat snickered, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Hey, I liked the mullet.” Robert cocked his head. He’d forgotten how easy everything was with her. “I thought about you the other day.”

“Yeah? Was it something tawdry?”

“Very, as a matter of fact.”

“Good,” she shot back, and they shared another chuckle. “Care to elaborate?” His eyes shifted to hers, her pulse exploding as he removed the crystal stem from her hand.

“I have a better idea.” Robert placed her glass on the table next to his, cupping her face. “Why don’t I show you?”

His lips covered hers, their tongues colliding as her fingers dove into his hair. She breathed in his scent, slightly soapy with a faint trace of tobacco and something else, something sultry and primal and . . . there just weren’t words. It was him. And it was just like she remembered. He guided her down in the cushions, dotting kisses along her throat, and she closed her eyes, lost in the feel of the web that only he could weave.

“Christ, it’s just like before,” Robert mumbled, more to himself than anyone else. “The things you do to me, woman. Fuck.” He moved back to her mouth, suddenly stopping, and her eyes opened, meeting his. “I really have missed you, Katherine. More than you know.” He gazed at her, for a moment, unguarded. “But I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to make you think . . .”

“I won’t. I won’t think anything.”

“Once we . . . I’m not going to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop. I want everything.” Kat coaxed him closer, but he resisted.

“I need you to know something. What happened between us, it wasn’t because . . .” he broke off as she placed a finger across his lips.

“It doesn’t matter. I did my fair share of things, too. It’s not worth discussing. We have tonight. Let’s take it.” She skimmed her thumb over the dimple on his cheek. “You know why I’m here, and you know what I want. So, do it.”

In a motion, Robert scooped her up, carrying her into the master bedroom of the suite. He yanked down the comforter, depositing her on the plush, cotton sheets. Falling over her, he framed her face with his forearms, taking in her delicate features. “Oh, my pretty Branwen.”

Her breath caught at the lyrical sound of her nickname, the Welsh accent he’d worked on so hard those years before now perfection. “Kiss me, Robert.” His mouth came down as he obliged, gently grinding against her. He was already hard, eliciting that dampness between her legs that he always did. She expelled a long sigh as he glided his hand up her body, bunching up the fabric of her dress.

Robert could smell her perfume as he trailed his kiss along her jaw, finding the tender spot below her ear. “I want to watch you take this off.” He tugged at the silk, nipping her lobe. ‘Right now, love.” Rolling onto his side, he smiled expectantly.

Kat matched his smug expression with one of her own. “It won’t be a long show. It’s all I’ve got on.”

“Then go slow,” he drawled, nibbling his lip. As she reached for the strap of her stiletto, he caught her wrist. “Uh-uh, those stay.”

Her mouth curving, Katherine stood and backed up to the bed, draping her hair along one shoulder. She shivered as he fingered the zipper of the dress.

“The anticipation, Branwen, highly underrated.”

She closed her eyes as he languidly pulled it down, delighting in the pressure of his hands as they encompassed her waist, slipping up her sides to cup her breasts. She turned to face him, letting the garment slide off her shoulders while she watched his eyes soak up each inch of skin as it was revealed. They lingered on her nipples, now so tight, eventually drifting down as the dress dropped to the ground.

Robert grinned as he caressed the barely there patch between her legs. “Some things have changed.” He snaked his finger lower, for just an instant, savoring her little mewl. Drawing her closer, he placed a kiss on her belly button and the spot below it, then the spot below that. He widened her stance, nuzzling the softly shorn curls. “Yes, I’ve definitely missed you.”

A tremor rippled through her at the feel of his breath against her sex, and she pushed him flat on the bed, straddling him. “Touch me,” she purred, swaying back and forth. “See what you do to me.” His hand slid between her legs, and she moaned at the jolt of the contact.

“Bloody hell, I forgot how wet you got. Christ.” He brought his fingers to his lips. “But I’ve not forgotten how sweet you bloody taste.” With a devilish smirk, he flipped her over, spreading her wide, and she cried out as his tongue moved deep inside, only to lash her already tight, swollen clit. Her hips bucked wildly, and he dropped his arm across them to keep her still. “How many times do you want to come tonight?” Their eyes met, her lips parting as he lashed her again. “How many, Kat?” She shimmied her hips, wanting more, and he delivered, licking, lashing, sucking until she gripped the sheets, her legs quivering. He could sense that she was on the edge, and he stilled.

“No, don’t stop.” Her chest heaving, she peered into his eyes, recognizing the look in them. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg. It was an old game they played, and it never failed to make her crazy. “Please.” The word was barely there, a sliver of a whisper, and he shook his head, his brow lifting. Not enough. She swallowed, unconsciously opening wider. “Please, Robert,” she managed, this time a little louder. He ran his tongue along the soft, supple flesh, but stopped short, shaking his head again. She grasped the bedding. “Please make me.”

“Please make you what, love? Say, it honey.”

“Please, Robert . . . please make me come.” He smiled triumphantly, going back to work, and she collapsed, transfixed by the sight of him in between her legs. She could tell he was loving it, loving giving pleasure. That hadn’t changed. He slipped a finger inside, and then a second, pressing rhythmically against the wall of her abdomen. She could feel her body clasp them and willed herself to relax as the ache wound steadily tighter and tighter.

“Relax your legs, baby, and breathe. You know it’s better that way.”

A moan formed in the back of her throat as he suckled her, doing something with his tongue she’d never felt before. Every inch of her tingling, she blindly grabbed into his hair. Oh, fuck . . . oh, God. She walked the edge for a moment, and then another, finally cascading over. Her legs shook as the orgasm ripped through her, and she clenched her fists, crying out as she arched into him. She fell back onto the mattress, a sweaty heap, exulting in each and every glorious wave he’d given her. And the night was just getting started.

“Bloody hell, girl, I love watching you come.”

Her eyes opened at the words, her mouth curling up. “I love coming. And it shows.”

Robert chuckled, kissing her damp inner thigh. “That it does, love. That it does.” He crawled up her body, his eyelids fluttering as she palmed his erection through the thick leather of his trousers. “We might need to do something about that.” She gave him a squeeze in response, wrangling him up and onto his back. She tugged off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground, and moved to his belt, unbuckling it. As she unfastened the buttons of his trousers, her heel connected with the bedside table, and she glanced at the rattling teacup that was perched upon it. “Don’t worry about it,” he muttered, following her line of sight.

But Kat had other ideas. She crept toward the tea service, collecting the little glass bowl filled with honey. She dipped a finger into the pot, bringing it to his lips. “Does that taste good?”

“Mmm . . . doesn’t hold a candle to you, though, darlin’.”

“Let’s see how you taste.” Kat tipped the bowl, drizzling lines of sticky gold across his tummy.

“You’re making a bit of a mess, love. You’ll have to clean that up, you know.”

“Oh, I will.” She leaned over him, her tongue trailing across the shimmering strands. It was sweet and a little salty from his skin. His stomach trembled as she lapped it all up, navigating lower and lower. She eased down his trousers, her fingers skimming across the rigid length in front of her. She’d forgotten how big he was. Everywhere. She grasped his cock firmly, smiling at his hushed growl, and caressed the glistening tip. He was hot and hard and delicious. No need for honey here. Their eyes met, and she wrapped her lips around him, swirling and sucking. His mouth fell open with a guttural groan as she cupped him, lightly kneading as she continued her ministrations. She kept a steady, twisting rhythm around the base as she licked and flicked, teasing him mercilessly. He began to tense, and his hands moved into her hair. He was gentle, though, until he wasn’t. His fingers tightened as his hips jerked, and he called her name, his breathing labored. With a moan, he came, filling the back of her throat with warm, creamy goodness. Definitely better than honey. She swallowed, twice, running her tongue up and down him to capture every last pearly drop.

“Good Christ, I forgot about that, too,” Robert murmured, pursing his lips as he sighed. He dispensed with his boots and yanked off his trousers, pulling her on top of him. He slid his hands across her flushed, velvet skin, his body already responding. “Now, this is more comfortable, yeah?”

Kat could feel him harden underneath her, and she playfully wiggled her hips. “Never did take much.” She grinned, noting that he did not.

“I intend to make up for lost time. Too much time,” he added as he stroked her cheek. Clutching the back of her head, he brought her lips to his.

The kiss wasn’t like the others. There was a fierceness, a possessive urgency in it that she could feel to the depths of her soul. He was taking every piece of her, and he was taking it right then. He deepened the kiss, spreading her thighs to find her sweet, wet center, and she moaned into his mouth at the flutter inside, reigniting the delectable throb of want and need. She broke away, splaying her fingers through his thick, glorious curls. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.”

He traced the corner of her mouth with his thumb, relishing the soft swell of her breasts and taut nipples against his chest. “So have I, Kat.” Her breathing hitched as he positioned himself. “This is what you want, yes?”

She could feel the tip of his cock stretching her opening and clutched his shoulders. “Yes.” She groaned as he pressed her hips down, slowly sliding inside. She fought to keep her eyes open as he moved deeper and deeper, his pleasure obvious.

“You’re so bloody beautiful. Still,” Robert breathed, his gaze flickering all over her body. He cupped her breast, grabbing her backside as he reached her wall. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Moaning, she began to grind against him, her swollen clit so sensitive as it rubbed back and forth across his pelvis. Around and around, up and down, the tension mounted, compressing, swirling decadently in her abdomen as they moved in concert. She raked her fingers through his hair, now slightly damp, and she kept her eyes on his. He was so deep. She was so full. It was magic. He kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, staying flush against his chest. She knew that he loved feeling all of her, inside and out. Both of his hands drifted to her backside, squeezing and pulling, coaxing more than she thought she had to give. It was soaked and sloppy, the sounds of it splashing through the room as he guided her faster, rougher. With a primitive grunt, he clamped down on her hips, thrusting once, twice, and the coil inside almost snapped. Oh, fuck, she was right there. Right there. He slammed into her again, holding her down, staying as deep as he could as his mouth latched onto a throbbing nipple and a finger found her aching clit. Over and over, he caressed the two spots, the warm, wet pinpoints of pressure sending her closer and closer to oblivion. She vaguely registered his voice prompting her as she let go, crying out incoherently as the first contraction gripped her. She closed her eyes, falling against him as he groaned, pouring into her again and again and again.

Robert held her tight, their sighs and murmurs quietly mingling. As she nestled into the crook of his neck, he kneaded her back, his mind revisiting days gone by. His breathing finally steady, he glanced down, admiring the pure contentment etched on her face. “So, um, why is it we stopped doing this, again?”

Kat shook her head with a giggle, the kind only he could provoke. “Good question.” She propped up on her elbow, fanning his hair across the pillow. “I have no idea.”

“I have one.” Robert smiled, grazing her lips with his. “How about let’s not stop this time.”

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Dark Moon | Chapter Fourteen

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 4,5k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, smut, slight panic attack at first, body worship, pussy worship, pussy eating, face riding, fingering, nipples licking, couch fucking, vaginal sex, intense orgasms and devastating emotions, soft yandere Jimin, mentions of ruined childhood

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥰❤️

Hope you are happy with this update! This one is a bit longer than the others! Always let me know your thoughts, you make me very happy ❤️

PS: Forgive me for the mistakes, it was not an easy week for me and I did not have much time 😭❤️

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"I finally found you," huffed Seokjin in front of Choi Minhoo, the man had been tied to a wooden chair, only Minho, Seokjin, Jungkook and Namjoon were present in that warehouse. The latter were just waiting for Jin's order to act; they were vibrating with fury.

"Be careful, Jin! My family members won't be happy about this!" he ranted with foam at his mouth, as frightened and rabid as a rat in a trap, Jungkook growled at those words, put his hand to his gun that he faithfully kept in his pocket, but a glance from Seokjin froze him in place.

"Uh, that's scary," put on a fake pout Jin with those beautiful rosy lips of his, "Now I'm going to shit my pants, look."

"Take the piss out of me, they're going to destroy you anyway," he growled, but that only made the man in charge of the Bangtans smile more broadly.

"That slut of a cousin of yours hurt Jimin when he was just a little boy, the result was that her body was dismembered by my dogs, and she was still alive while they ate her, you kidnapped and raped his woman, which amounts to another member of my family now," he began as he walked toward Minho, before grabbing the collar of his torn jacket, "I'm tired of having to pick up the pieces of what you and your damn family break, I will kill you all, child or adult, I will eradicate you from this world as the haughty and arrogant scum that you fucking are," he hissed, tightening his grip so tightly that the tendons in his wrists trembled before he pulled away.

Inhaling before recomposing himself, Namjoon and Jungkook looked at each other with a smirk-that was Jin.

"Jin! Jin! Kim Seokjin, stop!" shouted Minho after him as the man walked away, giving way to his bodyguards, "You said you were interested in politics, right! I can introduce you to the prime minister!" he finally shouted desperately, but Seokjin ignored him expressionlessly.

Neither he nor Jimin would have soiled themselves for such a being. He had deliberately decided not to tell Jimin about Minho's capture, knowing him he would have wanted to kill him with his own hands, but he wanted him to spend more time with Y/N.

He knew that sooner or later Jimin would fall into the arms of a woman he would love with sincere passion, that was what was needed for a troubled soul like his.

They needed to be done with the Choi family forever, all of them.

For days there had been a tense air in the house, Jimin was not there-according to him he had vital research to do-and in his place Taehyung had arrived to keep her company. He did not even use the guest room, preferring the living room sofa to Y/N's dismay.

The living room was her favorite place to read and eat, with Taehyung having conquered that piece of the apartment by now she could always be found hanging around it and disappearing.

Taehyung on his part tiptoed around when she was present, feeling uncomfortable.

He had endangered her with his indifference, plus he had also seen her in an extremely delicate moment, where she was weak and naked in every way.

He always peered at the girl with a pout, undecided how to start a possible conversation, she was not helping him at all in this, she was always so quiet and on her own....

With a snort he saw her head for the kitchen for a snack. He had to do it now.

"Y/N" when he reached her the woman gasped slightly, she had not expected him to come and talk to her, they had ignored each other so peacefully until now, inside she regretted leaving her room.

"Yes?" she huffed slightly, turning away.

At first glance Taehyung looked like a man of integrity, serious and good at his job, but at that moment he was showing his face full of emotion. He seemed nervous about something.

"I ... would like to apologize to you," he said with a note of embarrassment, the girl's eyes widened.

"To me?"

"Yes, it was my fault that they managed to catch you that day. It was my responsibility to control and protect you, I broke my word and for that I apologize" Taehyung bowed respectfully, Y/N was simply stunned.

They had never treated her with that much respect, why now?

Something told her that Jimin's hand was present.

"It's not totally your fault, I attacked your friend and you were reasonably pissed off, I apologize for making you worry about Jimin's condition.... I lost my mind in that instant, I did the only thing I thought was right so I wouldn't suffer anymore," she explained with regret.

"You did what anyone would have done," Taehyung replied, "My anger aside, Jimin was not behaving well with you and you did what you thought was right, that doesn't mean I would allow you to do it again, but I can still understand and yes, it remains my responsibility what happened to you, there won't be a next time."

Y/N nodded a little embarrassed, the determined expression in those languidly slitted eyes put her slightly in awe.

"Um... would you like some strawberry tea? I've made too much for myself," she said turning slightly toward the full teapot, with a small smile Taehyung agreed.

"I love strawberries."

Jimin came home with such a serious look on his face that it made Y/N guess that it was better to turn away from him.

Taehyung had left ten minutes earlier and the idea of being alone with a Jimin in that state unnerved her, she did not want to think that the boy would attack her again for his frustrations, so it was best not to pull the cat's tail too much.

The boy in question noticed the girl's strange attitude, she was moving in a hurry to wash her dishes, she wanted to run to her room and this would have been clear even to the least empathetic person in the world.

"Y/N" the sound of his voice uttering her name so quietly made her freeze suddenly, the water continued to flow in the sink without any more purpose and she did not move to stop it, "Can you come here please?"

She closed her eyes with a soft, inaudible sigh, counted to three before turning away with a slight smile.

She left everything in the sink and turned off the water, then walked over to him who sat at the table staring at her with predatory, glittering eyes, one rings-decorated hand tapped on his thick, muscular thigh, the elastic fabric of his pants wrapped around it beautifully and she found herself swallowing, "Sit here."

She did as she was told and the boy's arms soon wrapped around her at hip level, Jimin buried his head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

Y/N felt herself flaring up, the sensation of Jimin's warm breath warmly caressing her made her heart, already swollen with unexpressed emotions, throb.

"Jimin?"

"I've missed you," he repeated the words with which he had returned her the day he found her, Y/N instantly relaxed noticing that Jimin did not mean to hurt her in any way.

"I missed you too," she returned the hug, sinking her face into the soft locks of the man who smiled broadly in response.

"It's been especially stressful to handle things today."

"Are you looking for Minho?"

She asked quietly, not giving away how much even mentioning his name destabilized her, but Jimin knew her well by now; in fact, he sent her a reproachful look.

"Don't ask things you don't want to know, baby," he softly stroked one cheek still marked by a light bruise.

"I just wish you would confide in me, you keep everything inside and then you get sick."

"I won't be sick if you're with me," he replied seriously, peering longingly at her, his eyes lowered to her sugary lips and he closed his eyes, trying to hold himself back.

"Jimin...."

"Y/N." he stopped her by pronouncing her name firmly, "I want to make love to you."

A delicious twinge of pleasure made her intimacy throb, the arms she held tightly around the boy's neck trembled, "Jimin, I don't know if..." she felt so confused.

Fuck, she wanted him. She wanted him with all her heart, but she didn't want to be reminded of Minho, or his henchman hitting her repeatedly as she and Jimin lost themselves in their moment.

"Let's try it," she narrowed her eyes at the man's pleading tone, it was a new side of Jimin she never thought she would see, perhaps he had never begged any woman to fuck, the idea that she was the first one he begged even for a kiss appealed to her, "If anything happens I will stop immediately."

After that reassurance she found herself nodding with soft legs, Jimin kissed her with transport, savoring those sweet lips that tasted of tea and strawberries, fuck, it could become his new favorite taste.

Y/N reciprocated more calmly, trying to keep up with the man's voraciousness that did not just stop at her lips, but sank into her mouth languidly seeking the woman's tongue, gently intertwining in a perfect dance for them.

In a way she found it touching how tender Jimin was in squeezing her hips without hurting her, she had never experienced such intimacy with a man before, she liked it, and she did not want it all to end and go back to the dry old normal.

When they parted a few tears escaped from the young woman's eyes, Jimin stepped back slightly wiping the path they traced along her tender cheeks.

"Should we stop?" he asked sympathetically, but Y/N denied it immediately.

"No, it's just... I liked it, I've never done it like that," she said.

"Like that?"

"So intimate, with someone who loves me" she pulled up with her nose crinkling her eyes.

Jimin's blood froze in his veins, not that he had been a saint, but those words punctuated how much the childhood of the girl he was holding in his arms had sucked.

He kissed her again, feeling in his mouth the salty, lukewarm taste of her small tears that broke his heart, yes, Park Jimin now felt sorry for a past that did not belong to him, but love did that and more, it changed people and Jimin fit perfectly into that category.

He loved her and would get anything that made her sad out of the way, he slid into the neckline of her blouse, kissing every available flap of skin before he himself pulled off every single button that separated him from that body that drove him crazy. From the first time he had seen her, he knew he would desire her every hour of every day, sometimes it hurt so much it was unbearable.

When he freed her from that restraint he found himself face to face with the young woman's bare breasts, he inhaled wordlessly at the sight, god how much he had missed this, even as Minho's now superficial footprints on that divine temple made him growl.

Then he frowned, "Were you bra-less the whole time with Taehyung around?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, "It hurt..." she mumbled embarrassedly, referring to the bruises clearly, the bra pressed painfully against them.

Jimin inhaled softly, again bridging the distance between the two of them with yet another kiss of the evening, lulling her gently with his breath, his hand slipped over a rosy little button, teasing its tip, which rose turgidly under Jimin's expert touch, which descended to gently lick the areola before gently biting the tip of the sensitive nipple.

Y/N in response pushed her chest into Jimin's mouth, sighing in sweet waves of desire.

The man pulled away only long enough to effortlessly pick her up and carry her to the sofa in the living room, Y/N held back a surprised sob, and she watched the man's playful smile.

"Will we do it here?" she asked curiously, Jimin chuckled.

"We'll do it everywhere, sweetheart," he sighed, attaching himself to the girl's neck with his mouth, sucking and kissing her soft neck to leave his personal mark; he wanted to remove Minho's presence everywhere from her, "And I'll make you feel sensations you never had a chance to experience."

"Mh..." she squeezed her eyes shut under the weight of Jimin descending lower and lower, marking a glowing trail of wet kisses and bites all along her belly, with his hand he passed the barrier of her panties and barely grazing her pubis he sank his hand into her intimacy, gathering between his fingers a large amount of transparent essence that had already left her throbbing slit. It was the first time he had felt her so soaked for him; it felt like a dream.

"Fuck," he cursed excitedly, quickly slipping off his pants with his free hand, giving his big, hard cock some relief.

He went back to sucking one of her turgid nipples as his fingers began to play between her folds, Y/N moved her hips willingly against his hand, in her mind the only thing present was the idea of Jimin taking her on that couch.

"How do you feel?" he asked blowing hot air on one nipple, Y/N's clit twitched seeking attention.

"It feels good... so good," she whimpered, her thighs trembling, "And I want to feel you inside me, Jimin."

The latter smiled, amazed at the woman's stance, before a more wicked grin furrowed his cheeks.

He leaned closer to the girl's ear before murmuring, "And I'm going to come inside you with my cock and my fingers, soon my cock will be the only thing you'll feel between now and tomorrow, baby doll," he ignored the girl's faster breathing and continued licking her earlobe between his lips, "But first I want you to feel what my tongue can do, I'm going to lick your pussy so well that you'll cry for it," he took off his shirt as well, showing off his well-delineated and strong abs, a deep V went down to below the layer of his boxers that he hastened to carelessly throw on the floor, the sight of his swollen cock already moist with precum made her swallow without any more saliva.

She simply spread her legs for Jimin, but the position reminded her of the one they had forced her into and she stiffened.

"Jimin..." she closed her legs again shaking her head, Jimin immediately reached for her.

"Hey, hey...what's going on, baby?"

"I can't do it like this, I'm sorry" she still couldn't get over her trauma, she was about to have a panic attack and didn't want to disappoint Jimin, but the boy hugged her again.

"There are many ways to do it," he chuckled lightly trying to make her calm down, "Don't feel wrong, you're not."

"R-Really?" she looked at him curiously, wanting to have sex with him, but other than missionary and doggy style she had not tried anything else, ever.

The man nodded, "Give me some space, love."

She did as she was told and saw Jimin lie down in her place, she stood looking at him confused.

"What should I do now?" she asked innocently, Jimin gave her a smug look.

"Sit on my face."

The woman widened her eyes, what was she to do?

"I ... are you serious?"

"Trust me, we'll both like it," he replied biting his full lips, making Y/N's legs tighten.

She sighed slightly and listened to the boy, with some difficulty due to her inexperience she found herself with Jimin's face at the height of her soggy core, she found it incredibly awkward, but that feeling of imprisonment was gone.

From his side Jimin gazed in ecstasy at her wet intimacy, licking his lips he opened her folds with a gentle thrust of his fingers, before leaving a long, slow streak of saliva with his tongue, until he stopped at her swollen and needy clitoris, Y/N widened her eyes and collapsed onto the man who did not complain.

With her nose pressed against the young woman's pubis, she sucked conspicuously on that sweet trembling pearl, Y/N cried out in shock at those strange sensations she had never experienced before, Jimin's soft tongue enveloped her softly, but the pleasure was intense, it was all so terribly beautiful and hard at the same time that she began to shake her hips trying to escape from the continuous strokes of Jimin's fast tongue. The boy seemed to love eating her.

"Fuck, oh... oh! Jimin!" she shrieked breathlessly, the man held her thighs tightly preventing her from escaping, sinking his tongue into her hot and wet entrance, Jimin's eyes rolled back at that sweet taste, he could drink Y/N's essence all his life, she would never be enough for him, his cock trembled releasing thick whitish liquid, he could have easily come that way, his balls throbbing painfully with every moan or scream the girl let out without any more reins.

"Please, please stop!" she cried as she felt something coming, something powerful and devastating.

With the tip of his tongue Jimin again played with the shiny, quivering clitoris, finishing with a light bite that made the young woman stiffen, locking her in the grip of a powerful and strong orgasm, breathtaking in places, her first fucking orgasm.

She began to tremble and weep, no longer even able to bear the gentle caresses of the man adoringly wiping away all her pleasure that had soiled the inside of her thighs down to Jimin's chin.

She rolled to the side clutching her legs and wincing again, Jimin lying on his side wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and shoulders, gently brushed one thigh and invited her to raise one leg, "That's it, baby girl... let me feel how good I did," he chuckled as he aligned himself with her entrance, lightly pushed the massive tip of his cock already lubricated with his own cum against her ultra-sensitive slit, Y/N gasped slightly with blurred vision, but let him.

Jimin pushed himself into the sublime depths of her pussy with a delighted sigh, tried to be gentle and delicate, but her almost impossible to groove intimacy soon made him lose his mind, the girl's previous orgasm had made her walls more perceptive and consequently also tighter, each thrust was an immense rush of pleasure and stun for the boy, who pounded hard until his swollen balls popped against the girl's sweaty skin, who opened her mouth wide, feeling a stunning mix of enjoyment with a hint of pain that made her lose her mind, pressed her mouth against the back of the couch to keep from screaming, Jimin gasped against her ear.

It was different from all the other times, she was experiencing pleasure, those thrusts were delicious, not painful, Y/N was simply happy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You hold me so tight, my love," he sang lost in his daze, his swollen shaft began to quiver and tremble over and over again, he was coming, "Aaahh... Oh, my-! Fuck, Y/N!" he growled her name like a prayer, quickly sank his cock deeper, touching her cervix again and again, causing the woman to tremble wordlessly as she reached for the man's hand to clasp it between hers.

"I'm coming!" he exclaimed without now a breath, the girl nodded.

"Me too, oh God, me too," she replied without any more concern for her moans, Jimin smiled proudly and taking the young woman's chin in his hands he forced her to look at him.

"Open your mouth" he grunted with dark eyes, Y/N obeyed already knowing what was about to happen and accepting it with pleasure, Jimin spit into her oral cavity and before giving her time to swallow he kissed her, mixing their flavors and tongues, that was enough to make the young man's cock throb, whose pleasure exploded in violent spurts of white liquid in the girl's lap, over and over again he pumped himself into her, who came in an orgasm more intense than the previous one, she could not even find the strength to scream, she just stood there taking the man's seed in spasms.

Jimin waited for her to calm down before leaving her with his now soft and satisfied cock, he lay down beside her more comfortably and kissed her many times, wiping her face of tears with his lips and and gifting her affectionate gestures that even he did not know he was capable of.

He was fucking in love with her.

"I have a surprise for you," he murmured in her ear.

Y/N turned to him with a joyful smile, it had been two weeks since that intense and wonderful evening, Jimin had woken her up the next morning with a series of sweet kisses and breakfast in bed, he was so different from the man who had kidnapped her and that helped her fall in love with the boy even more.

"Really?" she asked trying not to appear too excited, Jimin nodded softly.

"Close your eyes," he said, but the girl looked at him suspiciously.

"Is this perhaps another one of your wild sessions that see your mouth eating me, Park Jimin?" she said with a raised eyebrow, Jimin at first had spent so much time telling her that he would never give her pleasure with his mouth, she still could not believe how much the boy liked to use his tongue to fuck her over and over again, he seemed almost obsessed. She obviously did not complain.

Jimin grinned slyly, "That one later, love," he chuckled, confirming the girl's thoughts, but Y/N stopped at that affectionate nickname, he always called her "love".

She smiled with a warmed heart once again and closed her eyes, when Jimin was satisfied he moved on to the next step.

"Now open your hands."

Y/N puffed slightly, but listened to him once more, something very light and rectangular was placed on her palms.

"Open your eyes."

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in front of an emerald-colored letter. It was beautiful, little gold leaves were drawn around the edge, intertwining, but still she did not understand what the boy was getting at.

"You wrote me a letter?" she laughed softly, but Jimin shook his head.

"Open it..." he said simply, and there Y/N could see all his nervousness.

She looked at it again, opening it slowly and pulling out a parchment-colored wrapper, she unwrapped it too and her breath caught.

She brought a hand to her mouth and sobs immediately escaped her control, Jimin held her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling.

In her hands were two photographs, the first depicted her sister smiling in the arms of a man with western features, it had been taken at a park well lit by green trees and sunlight, she looked so happy and healthy.

In the second she always had a big smile on her face, but in her arms she held a small bundle that she looked at with eyes full of love.

"She's alive," she sobbed against the chest of Jimin, who nodded relieved to have seen no negative reaction.

"Yes, she ... was bought by a wealthy american, he wanted to give her to his son as a birthday present, but he didn't expect that his son would fall in love with her and decide to marry her, she is fine and lacks absolutely nothing, Y/N."

Y/N lifted his flushed gaze into that of the boy, "Thank you, Jimin.... I know you shouldn't have investigated a client, but you did and I thank you," she hugged him as if he was her only pillar of support, which he really was.

But the boy did not look happy, shortly afterwards he sighed.

"There is also another thing in truth."

Y/N broke away slightly.

"I know everything, I know why you ran away from your family, I know why you changed your name, everything."

The woman froze.

She began to shake her head, trying to pull away, but Jimin held her back, "How did you… no, why?" she was lost, why would Jimin do such a thing? She wanted to forget her past!

"How long have you known?"

"Since you disappeared, the last words you said to me… I had to understand, Y/N."

"No! You shouldn't have done-"

"Your uncle met the end he deserved to meet," he said suddenly.

The implication was there, heavy in both their minds.

They looked at each other a few moments, then Jimin hugged her out of the blue.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he began to repeat like a mantra with his lips pressed to her temple, "He won't hurt you anymore, baby," he whispered, Y/N snuggled softly against him.

"Never again?" she made in a tiny little voice, as if the child self was asking for reassurance from the man who had become the center of her world.

"Y/N, I haven't changed," he said, the steel in his eyes confirmed to the girl what she had suspected. Jimin had not changed, he loved her and treated her well, but the killer behind those half-moon eyes that smiled at her was always there, ready to snap at Kim Seokjin's every command, and to tell the truth that realization calmed her, "I made him pay for every single disgusting thing he did to you and I made sure he will never do anything like that to anyone else ever again," he concluded, returning his mind to the moment of capture.

It had not been easy to track him down, it had turned out that he was a loan shark under the command of another Korean Mafia family, that was what got him a lot of money unlike his brother and sister-in-law.

"He played us, he said he was going to help our family," she trembled with her eyes glazed over and grainy, looking at Jimin with sadness and sorrow, "Instead it was just an excuse to..." a gasp of vomit blocked the words in her throat, Jimin brushed a light kiss against her forehead.

"That bastard got the punishment he deserved, now you're with me, that's what's important, okay?" Y/N nodded quickly, seeking comfort in his arms. Little Y/N cried bitterly in the mind of the now adult girl, seeing her mother giving in under her father's pressure, the man feared losing her brother's favor and ending up on the street.

"Do you really love me?"

"More than my own life," Jimin replied immediately, Y/N licked her lips.

"Good, because I love you too, Jimin," she whispered dimly, but the boy heard her anyway, smiling relieved he still cradled her with his chin resting on her head.

"I'll take care of you, I won't let you lack anything," he promised, Y/N closed her eyes letting him carry her to bed like a cute little doll.

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Dark Moon | Chapter Seven

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 2,8k

Warnings | +18, torture, beating, violence and threats, slight mention of past abuse, Jimin has much suppressed anger

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Dark Moon is a story destined to get darker and darker, be careful ❤️

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @dragons-flare, @m00njinnie, @seokjins-luigi, @pjmsneverland, @jimincrystal, @ajkwww, @ungodlyjoon, @hecateslittlewitchling, @namjoonsbuspass, @darkuni63, @xicanacorpse

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She had gotten out of the Dark Moon business, at night she no longer heard shady footsteps of clients coming and going from the rooms of her former colleagues, nor any alcohol-induced shuffling murmurs from the hallway, the thing still seemed impossible for her to believe.

Over the course of those three days Jimin had not approached her in the slightest, in fact she had not even seen him, there were only the objects he used to testify to his presence in the house. Perhaps she also had to "blame" her time spent in her bedroom, her new refuge.

She hid under the covers wearing the softest and most delicate clothes she had ever had, even as a child she had never been able to afford such things, her childhood consisted of hunger and nightmares.

She knew that Jimin had not given her everything for free, and that soon he would present her with a hefty bill.

But what she did not know was that Jimin had avoided any contact with her to keep his beast at bay.

The idea of having her in his house, the house he had recently bought for her, drove him crazy with desire. He wanted to bang her at every angle of the house, make her his, sadistically thinking that it would be like a baptism for the new home.

Just before he made the decision to accept Seokjin's offer, Jimin was living in a smaller apartment, suitable for a man who lived alone but, more importantly, spent most of his time outside.

He wanted to give her all the amenities necessary and suitable for a young woman like her: a nice, airy room, expensive clothes, a private bathroom, and even jewelry.

Things that Y/N had barely touched except out of strict necessity, but it didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was that she was there with him, ready to fulfill his every order when he decided the time was right.

"Earth to Park Jimin, hey... Hyung... Yah, Jimin-ssi!" he roused himself from his thoughts by bringing his gaze to Jungkook; the young man was staring at him with large, doubtful eyes.

It was not only Jungkook who squared him strangely, the others also had one question stamped on their foreheads, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’

Jimin sighed, "Sorry, go ahead-were we talking about the Just Bloods?" he rubbed his hands over his face, he hadn't slept a wink that night.

"They took out four of our people, in return we are holding one of theirs hostage," Hoseok said, Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Only one? At the very least I would have expected carnage from you, Hoseok" Hoseok glowered at him.

"While you were having fun picking out the furnishings of your new apartment, I was attacked without warning, lost men, and it's already so much that I only captured one of them," darted the redhead, causing Jimin's amusement.

"Don't feel bad, hyung, you did a great job capturing the strategist," said Taehyung trying to improve Hoseok's tension.

"The strategist?"

"Choi Kyungi," replied Jungkook, "He is the right-hand man of the Just Blood leader, I'm sure they will be furious now."

"Furious and vengeful, what do we do Seokjin?" Namjoon turned to their leader for an answer; Jin did not even think about it.

"I want him to confess what his gang's plans are exactly, if they attacked us it's because they plan to take control of our territory, but I want to hear it from his putrid mouth," he hissed, "Torture him if it seems appropriate, I want him to confess by hook or crook, these bastards have already dared to do too much."

It did not take a genius to understand that Seokjin was livid with anger. The men they had lost had received a strict military education to be the perfect killers, Jin had invested in them and hated losing money, Jin just hated losing.

The man's grim look was sublime, his feline eyes showed no mercy, much less did the eyes of the remaining Bangtans.

Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook saw each other again in the afternoon at one of their establishments, Choi Kyungi stood there, tied with chains to a wooden chair, the room mostly empty except for some "work" tools they usually used when they had to gouge information out of someone's mouth.

"Hoseok?" asked Jungkook.

"Jin doesn't want him here, he's afraid it might kill him," said Namjoon as he looked sideways at the man with the sack over his head; they had sedated him to keep him quiet for a while and now it was their turn to wake him up.

"I wouldn't even blame him," spat Jimin, tossing aside the black sack covering their captive's face, the bruised face showed a boy who could not have been more than twenty-six years old, Jimin growled in anger before unleashing a punch on the man's well-delineated jaw, knuckles collided painfully on the already abused face, and instantly Kyungi opened his spirited eyes, gasping breathlessly, "Lice striking from behind would piss off anyone."

Namjoon approached the boy, lowering himself to his height, "Choi Kyungi, may we know what the fuck you're planning to do?" he asked trying to be reasonable in tone, he wanted to save himself the trouble of another beating at least that day, but in response the prisoner spat a stream of vermilion blood into his face.

"Fuck you, Bangtan boy," laughed Kyungi with contempt.

For a few moments frost fell in the room, no one daring to move in the face of that deliberate disrespect, Namjoon wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, which he later observed disgruntled.

"That was my favorite," he hissed, the kick that shot straight to Kyungi's stomach was swift and powerful, the man coughed up more blood as Namjoon adjusted the collar of the sweatshirt in question, his tense gaze betraying his apparent calm. That dog had unnerved him, "I wanted to be charitable and save you a lot of beating, but you leave us no choice," he made a sign toward Jungkook, who nodded with a grin, his dark eyes glittered with sadism, and walking confidently and cadencedly on on his amphibians, black as his soul, he went to pick up an interesting object.

It was a spiked bat, which he clutched in the palm of one hand with confidence, his swollen muscles flexing from beneath the light mesh, foretasting the little job that would soon set them in motion.

"You're not going to walk out of here on your own legs, Choi," he laughed softly, showing the bat to Kyungi, who swallowed slightly without blurting out a single word, "You're such a jerk, like those little friends of yours who tried to play with us, not knowing that for Bangtans there is no such thing as forgiveness," he pulled back his mighty arm with speed, bringing the bat down against one of the unfortunate man's legs, who held back no longer and screamed breathlessly, his eyes out of their sockets testifying to the lacerating pain that the bat equipped with dangerous ferrous spines had been able to inflict on him.

He trembled agonizingly with his bruised jaw clenched; he would not speak.

Jimin studied the whole scene over and over again, he had lost count of how many times Jungkook had hit him; with the bat, with his own kicks and punches, nothing, Kyungi was barely breathing. He was only capable of spitting his own blood, soiling even more of the already long gone floor; he was a tough cookie and this Jimin had to admit.

"Stop, Jungkook," Jimin put an end to that torture, Jungkook gasped with his forehead and upper lip drenched in sweat, his dark, brooding eyes seemed unwilling to lose sight of their prey, with his chest swollen with irritation he threw his weapon to the floor, backing away.

Namjoon stepped forward to take his place, but Jimin shook his head.

He had something far more useful than torture or a beating; he could be said to have let Jungkook continue just for the sake of revenge.

He approached the now unrecognizable man, put a hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a postcard.

Kyungi widened his good eye, a choked breath caught in his throat.

Jimin smiled serpentinely.

"She's very pretty, Choi," he said softly, "Those chubby little cheeks make my heart melt, I have to admit," he chuckled, waving the postcard, which turned out to be a picture of a baby girl just nine months old.

"How...how" Kyungi stammered without being able to finish the sentence; he didn't have the strength.

"How did I get this picture? Bangtans have their own connections, Choi...as a result I know about your little girl that you left with her grandparents so they would take care of her, you went off to keep her safe and that's admirable, believe me," he said sympathetically, "But I probably wouldn't do the same in your place, who knows how many wolves might kidnap and eat the hunter's family when he leaves the hut to look for more food."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME, PARK?!" he suddenly ranted, throwing himself at Jimin just enough that the chains could allow him, the idea that his little girl might end up in the hands of those bastards drove him crazy, and Park Jimin looked like the biggest bastard there.

"That should be me asking you, what the fuck do you want from us?" he asked in a low, quiet voice, "You'd better tell us if you don't want anything to happen to Mada."

Kyungi remained silent, frozen. He even knew his daughter's name, how far had he gone?

"Namjoon, take this picture, tonight we are going on a visit to Daegu province, Yoongi and Taehyung know where to go," the boy stretched out the picture of the little girl to his friend, followed by their prisoner's shout.

"I will talk! Fuck!" he whined, "Don't touch my daughter, I'll talk!"

"You'd better start doing that now, because I really don't know what might happen to her if you don't cooperate: our boss might sell her to a rich family that can't have children, as well as he might raise her in our brothel, making her a respectable Bangtan whore in the future," joked Namjoon, "Or he might just kill her, what do you say Jungkook? One way or another, you will never see her grow up."

"He could indeed, once a decision is made Kim Seokjin doesn't give up, not for anything in the world," shrugged the younger man, holding up the game to his friend.

Now in tears Kyungi spilled the beans, "The Just Bloods would never attack the Bangtans for no reason! Shit..." he exclaimed.

"Bangtan never had any contact with Just Blood, what the fuck are you talking about," chafed Namjoon, already fed up with that play.

"Not with us... but with Choi Minho yes," he said, sending a shiver down Jimin's spine, "He provides us with drugs and prevents the cops from giving us unwanted attention, in return we fulfill his favors," he swallowed, "And..." he cast a glance at Jimin, "He asked us to eliminate one person, a Bangtan."

Jimin snickered openly; it was obvious who Kyungi was referring to.

Minho must have really tied his finger the night he had spent at the Dark Moon under Jimin's threats, and he wanted to retaliate with in other ways so as not to get his hands dirty, the idea pissed Jimin off, it was as if Minho was openly declaring that Jimin wasn’t even worth it to be eliminated with his own hands.

That cowardly behavior was intolerable.

"Listen to me carefully, Kyungi," he leaned slightly toward him, "I want to know every thing you have said to each other, the plan you have devised, and most importantly the place where you are meeting," at those words the man tried to shake his head, but Jimin grabbed him hard by the hair, nailing him with one lethal glance, "Maybe we have not understood each other, you will do it or I will personally visit your daughter and feed her to the worms, screwing anything else, understood?!" he blurted lethally, Kyungi trembled from head to toe bowing his head, he had no choice.

Namjoon and Jungkook accompanied Jimin to his apartment first, they had just discussed about giving a bodyguard to the direct concerned.

"No way, I am Kim Seokjin's bodyguard, and a bodyguard with a bodyguard is even ridiculous to imagine," he growled.

"Hyung, a bodyguard is not embarrassing if your life is involved," the younger man tried to reason with him, failing.

"It's embarrassing if I've been trained to defend and stand up for myself, okay? I don't want someone to protect me," he made adamant, causing the other two to snort.

He got out of the car stymied, but Namjoon called him back, turned listlessly, "What?"

"Would you really have hurt that child, Jimin?" he asked, there was no accusation in his tone, just curiosity. In their world they had seen anything and everything, but they had never gone that far.

Jimin remained impassive, before shaking off an uncomfortable feeling.

"It's just the way we live, hyung, no hard feelings," he said in a colorless voice, before turning and leaving.

When he returned to his new apartment waiting for him was a small figure, she held a plate in her hands and on it lay a soft slice of chocolate cake, the girl's eyes widened.

They had not seen each other for days and she did not expect to see him at just such a time, she cast a glance at the wall clock that read two o'clock in the morning. She believed he would not be back by that evening....

She made to set her plate down on the low coffee table, but Jimin beat her to it, slipping away into his own bedroom.

She was petrified, was this the same intimidating man she had come to know?

She asked no more questions, grabbed her cake and ran to her room, to her shelter, before the boy changed his mind and came back to her with the intention of tormenting her.

But Jimin would not return to her that night, he was struggling with the blood that soaked his skin, after Kyungi's confession had made sure the man fully understood his situation, Jimin rubbed his skin under the shower water, bruised with rage.

Minho was not going to get away with this, the son of a bitch had finally moved, now not even Jin would find excuses to stop him from carrying out his revenge.

He thought back with disgust to his captive days spent in the dungeon of the Choi mansion.

His nerves tensed and he narrowly restrained himself from hitting the pale tiles of his bathroom with his fist.

That and more would be reserved for Minho.

He stepped out of the shower with a small towel tied around his hips, his shiny, flawless skin showcasing the man's beautifully fit figure.

He went to bed that way, not bothering to get boxers to sleep in.

He was tired and mentally exhausted, the last thing he wanted was to take one more step.

He closed his thin, magnetic eyes, trying to fall asleep, but in vain. Chaos reigned in his head, a woman's shadow stretched across his memories, and hours passed, hours where he tried to escape her hands, turned over and tossed and turned in bed in a sweat slick. The woman's laughter scratched his ears, while the Choi forefather's smile never stopped taunting him.

He jerked his eyes open staring at the ceiling in the dark, he breathed heavily for air, frustration made him kick between the clean sheets, he lifted himself up holding his head in his hands, a sickening rage that was hard to let go took over his body.

His beast.

He had to let it out.

He abandoned his bed in search of his vice, grabbed the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, placed it between his fleshy lips inhaling its bitter substance once lit, after three or four puffs he realized it would do no good.

Frustrated and with damp hair in front of his eyes he pressed it down on the ashtray, putting it out in an unnerved manner.

He had developed an addiction to smoking to escape from his problems, but a bad feeling made him sense that even that habit would no longer be of any use, his crisis was not passing and he was going crazy after it.

With one last glimmer of lucidity he remembered her. Y/N.

He widened his eyes, pupils dilated. With his body trembling, invaded by negative emotions too painful to keep to himself, he prepared to reach out to the only life form in the house besides himself.

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