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lonely-cowboy · 2 months

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hi!! how are you? i just wanted to tell you that i am obsessed with your writings omg :’((( i can’t even put into words how happy i am to find your account, the way you write connor is just <33

i was wondering if it’s okay to request something where connor is being protective over fem!reader?maybe some hurt/comfort with fluff in the end <3 I don’t have a specific scenario in my head, so it’s totally up to you, and i would love anything you decide to write for this request!!! also, you are totally free to ignore this if you don’t feel inspired enough by this request, it’s absolutely okay! ♡

thank you! have an amazing day and please sorry for my english, it’s not my first language

ugh thank you my love this is so sweet to hear!! i'm so sorry it took me so long to post, midterms have not been fun my friends. i fear this is not my best work, but i hope you can still enjoy our silly android boy <3 you have an amazing day too!!

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helping hand

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: connor comes to help you when you don't need him. again.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: graphic(?) violence (connor shoots a guy oops)

author's note: i write way too many first kisses and this is no exception. prepare for silly goofy domestic married fluff in the future bc that's what i live for

masterlist ⟡ requests

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You could’ve handled it all perfectly fine on your own. You didn’t need Connor’s help, you didn’t want Connor’s help. You were entirely capable of taking down a runaway vigilante on your own.

Sure, maybe it was stupid of you to run off on your own to the crook’s last known location the second the call was made. But he had been only three blocks away from you. What were you supposed to do, wait for backup? Of course not. You had the opportunity to catch a known criminal, so you took the risk. It was all part of the job.

You found yourself at an empty construction site with your gun drawn and pointed at the runaway criminal. You inched closer to your target– some crazy, murderous, anti-android protestor, there were a lot of those these days– slowly drawing your cuffs. You reached forward to restrain his wrists, fingertips brushing against his skin.

And then you were on the ground. You had been practically tackled, your temple striking the rocky earth hard enough that it looked like the world was spinning.

You sat up uneasily as you tried to orient yourself. Who in the world would have shoved you like that? The only indicator was your attacker’s quick “Sorry, Detective.”

You grunted in frustration as your vision cleared, focusing on the one person you did not want to see: Connor.

In all the time it took you to readjust, Connor had taken the vigilante to the ground. He stood overtop the criminal who groaned between crazed laughter. Connor’s foot pressed firmly into the criminal’s chest, a gun– that certainly did not belong to the android– pointed directly at the laughing man’s face.

You moved slowly from the ground, holding your surely bruised side. Your gaze was locked on Connor’s trigger finger, anxiously anticipating gunfire. You feared what it could mean if Connor pulled the trigger.

“Connor,” you warned quietly, your voice steadier than expected.

As you approached, you noticed the twitch of his finger. His LED was cycling through every color imaginable, his brows furrowing and unfurrowing as he held the criminal’s gaze.

“Never even think about touching her again,” Connor spit, his voice so cold that it frightened even you.

The pinned criminal only laughed, an ugly wheezing sound as Connor’s foot dug deeper into his chest. “An android in love, huh? Never thought I’d see–”

Connor’s foot rose quickly, stomping hard on the crook’s face until he was knocked out cold. From the impassive look on Connor’s face, you could tell he was practically seething. But that didn’t matter. Now was not the time to comfort him because you were equally as angry.

With an agitated huff, you shoved Connor by the shoulders as hard as possible. He barely moved at all, only adding fuel to your fire.

It was then that Connor seemed to snap out of his daze and remember you were there. He turned to you abruptly and discarded the gun, his hands finding their place on your biceps with a firm grip. His eyes immediately scanned over your frame, analyzing you for any damage. The only damage he found was what he had done.

The crease between his brows returned as he reached up to touch your throbbing temple. When he pulled his hand back, his elegant fingers were tipped with your blood.

“Did he do this?” Connor questioned, an edge of doubt in his voice.

“No, Connor,” you snapped, shaking off his hands. “You did this! And it wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me do my job for once!”

His LED blinked a steady red. Funny how it matched the blood on your temple.

“Detective, I was only trying to help,” he reasoned feebly.

“I don’t need your fucking help, Connor! I was handling this just fine on my own! And then here you come to save the day yet again, all knight in shining armor! Acting like I’m your damsel in distress, in need of saving!”

“Did you know he was armed?” Connor asked dismissively, quizzically cocking his head in a way that usually enamored you but only seemed to irritate you now.

You opened your mouth to retort, but nothing came out as you processed Connor’s words. Armed? No, you hadn’t known he was armed. But if you admitted that then you would’ve looked stupid, like you needed Connor’s help. Like you were some damsel in distress.

When you didn’t answer, Connor gestured to his forgotten gun. “That was his. He was preparing to shoot you.”

“I could’ve easily disarmed him,” you scoffed, crossing your arms arrogantly. “I’m a trained professional.”

“The probability of success was 29%,” Connor stated matter-of-factually. “A majority of outcomes would have resulted in your death, Detective. I couldn’t take that risk.”

“Then maybe you’re not cut out for this job,” you growled. “This job is all about taking risks, Connor. I knew that when I signed up, and you should too.”

Your harsh tone made Connor pause, though he was quick to recover. He was determined for you to understand.

“If I can prevent your death, then I will. I won’t let your pride stop me,” he said.

It was your turn to pause, lips pursing into a thin line at the reality of Connor’s words. You knew he was right. He was right, he was right, he was right. But you refused to acknowledge that.

When you opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out besides a yelp.

So quickly you could barely process what happened, Connor’s grip on your arms tightened as he spun you around. One arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you into his chest protectively while his other hand moved to your holstered gun.

A single shot was fired. And an accurate shot, you guessed, by the sound of a slumping body.

Peeking past Connor, you found the body of your runaway criminal, a bullethole pierced right through his skull. You made note of the gun beside his fallen body, the same gun Connor had carelessly discarded.

You felt Connor return your gun to its holster before his hand moved to your chin. He turned your attention away from the dead body, forcing you to focus on him instead.

“I know you’re capable, Detective,” Connor murmured, his voice full of a fondness you hadn’t noticed before. “But that doesn't mean I can’t help. I feel better knowing you’re safe than assuming you are.”

You swallowed hard as you held Connor’s steady gaze. His free hand moved to brush your aching temple. His touch was so gentle you could barely feel it as he wiped away the blood with a frown.

“I only wanted to keep you safe,” Connor explained, his voice holding a tinge of– was that regret? “And I only managed to hurt you myself. Maybe you’re right, Detective. You don’t need me. I’m sorry.”

Your hand moved to tug Connor’s hand away from your temple, holding him in your warm grip. His thumb rubbed against your knuckles soothingly as if it was second nature to him.

“I do. I do need you,” you insisted suddenly, surprising even yourself. One minute, you’re practically yelling at Connor for helping. The next, you’re reassuring him that you’ll always need him. You were confusing even yourself, you couldn’t imagine how confused Connor, the poor android. “I… I do. But… not all the time.”

Again, that crease between Connor’s brows returned, your lips forming a smile at the sight.

“I don’t appreciate you enough,” you continued with a defeated sigh. “I do need you. If it wasn’t for you, I’d already be dead, you’re right. You’ve saved me twice today. But that doesn’t mean I need you to swoop in and save me every single time. I can still handle myself.”

“I know… I know…,” Connor whispered, his eyes unfocused as if lost in thought.

You let a beat of silence pass, watching Connor expectantly. There was something he wanted to say, it was on the tip of his tongue. So you patiently waited until he found the words.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

An android in love.

The criminal’s words replayed in your mind as they suddenly came back to you. At the time, you hadn’t completely processed what he said, your anger outweighing any thoughts of reason.

An android in love.

“Was he… was he right?” you asked after a beat to which Connor tilted his head with a puzzled look. Damn him for not being able to read your mind and immediately know what you were struggling to say. “The guy. What he said… He said that you…”

“Are in love,” Connor finished, his tone flat and conveying not a single sense of love.

“Yeah…,” you shrugged.

“If love can be defined by a desire to keep you safe, then yes, I would say I’m in love with you.”

With you.

He was in love with you.

You couldn’t hide your wide grin, ignoring the warmth that had suddenly spread to your cheeks. Seeing your grin, the corners of Connor’s lips quirked into a small smile too. Your faces naturally moved closer together until your noses were brushing, the warmth of each other’s breath against your lips.

Connor leaned closer. Closer, closer…

He was going to kiss you, and you were going to ruin it.

“You know,” you interrupted, pulling back no more than an inch. But it was enough to make Connor frown. “I’d rather not kiss next to the dead guy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Connor’s smile returned, an affection glint in his eyes. His hand found yours, pulling you away from the scene.

“Backup is on the way,” he said. “They can handle this on their own.”

With his hand in yours, Connor led you away. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. It was a reassurance. A sign that you were safe with him, that he would do whatever it took to protect you. You returned his firm squeeze. Because you would do the same for him.

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800

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animentality · 3 months

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Tavtash leaves such a sour taste in my mouth. Like they could have had durgetash but they were too set on playing a manic pixie dream girl who is super sweet and lovely except that oh yeah she's fucking a mass murderer and a slaver

You know what's really funny to me?

I wrote a 5000 word rant about disliking Tavtash, and I think Tavs in general ruined the story of Baldur's Gate, but then I deleted it. Because people here just want me to fuel their Durgetash/Gortash thirst by making the funnies and the angsties.

They don't care to read things that challenge their viewpoints, offer a strong negative opinion, or encourage them to think critically.

And I know people wouldn't agree with it. Ultimately, that's why I delete a lot of rants. I come here so people can stroke my ego. I don't generally come here to start fights, because that simply bores me.

So it's just comedic to me that I get this anon, right as I deleted that post.

Because I'm glad someone understands.

Like oh, I'm sorry, you're too "nice" to pick the Dark Urge?

But you have no problem blowing a slaver?

You're like the stereotypical 90s love interests who are "nice girls" but also inexplicably dating a dude who knocks a kid in a wheelchair down the stairs. How the fuck can you be "nice" and compassionate, while the dude you're fucking is a sociopathic felon?

Durgetash works for TWO reasons.

Reason 1: They are both fucking awful, and we all know it. Them torturing and ruining each other is a tragic romance with broken teeth, and we enjoy the low moan of a dying animal, tearing itself apart in distress. They start evil, they end evil. Evil horny bastard sex. Tavtash could never be so demented.

Don't jump into bed with Enver Gortash if you intend to keep your hands clean either.

Reason 2: The Dark Urge was given a second chance, even though they didn't deserve it, and took it. They were given the opportunity to fix their mistakes in game. Gortash doesn't get that. The romance is in the tragedy of, he could never be saved. And you cannot save him, even as you save the rest of the world. You grow, and he stays behind.

The romance is in the longing and the yearning for something that is no longer there. The camaraderie of two lonely people...who were separated, and never ever came back together again. It's also about how you were born evil, but chose redemption, while he was born innocent, but chose damnation. Durgetash operates well on this level because it's always equality of opposites. It is character development, mirrored. And it's fascinating to consider.

And what does Tavtash have going on?

It's someone Gortash just met who has something he wants, who may or may not want to kill him but he's desperate enough to throw his eggs in that particular basket. And on Tav's side, it's weird because it's like omg.

I just met him, and he ruined my life, he put a fucking tadpole in my head, and I'm close to becoming a mindless monster without any free will, something he DIRECTLY did to me and my loved ones -

But I still think he's hot.

Hm. ok. that might be amusing if there wasn't a better precursor for a relationship sitting right there beneath you. rotting in Orin's dungeon.

I won't deny, Durgetash might be absolutely nuts - but it will never be as nuts as Tavtash.

But anyway. You didn't hear that from me.

If anyone asks, I looooove Tavtash. I loooooove Tavs. Especially YOUR Tav.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash

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aulescev · 5 months

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Prisoner König x Nurse Reader

Soooo, I made a fanfiction where Monster!König is a prisoner, while the reader is a nurse at a maximum security prison. I'm so excited to share it with everyone, but also kinda anxious because I never really had someone read my works, let alone post a fanfiction I made (っ ̩̆╭╮ ̩̆)っ Anyway, here it is! Hope my writing will find a place in your heart somehow!

The Confinement, To you, the nurse who loves overstepping her boundaries, be careful and take this warning seriously, or else, the monster that lives under a man’s skin might devour you whole.

Nurse Reader x Prisoner König, hate to love trope.

!! Warning, this story contains: Dub-con/Non-con, Gore descriptions, Death, Poisoning, Manipulation, Obsession, Suicide, Possessive and Controlling tendencies, and Immorality. Heavily NSFW, minors DO NOT interact. Do inform me if I missed any.

!! Proceed at your own discretion

Disclaimer: I only have basic knowledge about prison, and what prison nurses are assigned to do inside its secured walls. The same thing goes for prisoners. Consider this a fictional work based in an alternative universe, only with the same countries, and stuff but with monsters + altered laws and rights to fit the story. So take this as it is, or shoo away. You can give me a few tips so I can take note of them, but please, be kind (｡ •́‿•̀｡ ) This is my first fan fiction, and story so yeah, expect a lot of errors + English isn’t my native language + I don’t speak German and only used a translator for this, so sorry in advance for the migraines my writing could cause you.

Chapter 01: The monster that lives under a killer’s skin.

Word Count: 3.9k

∆. 12:04:55PM of November 24, m. hallway of the prison.

You're a nurse at a maximum-security prison. Providing care for both the staff and prisoners, a right everyone equally has so even if you don't like the idea of aiding murderers, and people of such backgrounds, due to some reason, this is the only job opportunity you can take as of the moment.

Today's actually your first day, so naturally, you're shown around the workplace you now have to get yourself accustomed to.

"Most importantly, don't trust anyone other than the staff. These men are filthy, better not get your hands dirty, know what I mean?" Sir Wagner stated, the disgust in his tone is evident and it's enough to let you know how much he despises the criminals behind the bars of his prison.

Even though you would like to agree with the statement of the prison's head, you can't find it in you to despise the people in the prison as much as he does. You're a little too soft sometimes, and also of contradicting nature that makes you automatically take the opposite side of any argument even when it gains you nothing.

Sensing you won't reply— honestly, he doesn't really care if you'll reply or what, since he just wants to get this over with— the warden decided to conclude that conversation there.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked, a plain tone now as he speak, putting his hands deep inside his pocket.

"None, thank you for showing me around."

You replied in an equally plain tone, also wanting to get over it already like he does. He didn't take it personally, his years as the warden made him professional and collected most of the times. Plus, he understood your unenthusiastic nature at your new job, no one after all would be that happy to work in a prison where they keep high profile criminals.

"Well, that's great then. I'll have Benedikt here assist you while you get accustomed with your new work. Ask him when you need help, and if you have any questions." With a brief glance over to the man on his right, sir Wagner introduced the other guy that unnoticeably joined your group of two along the way.

Benedikt nodded at you when you looked at him, he's got an awkward smile forced on his face as he stretch his arms towards you for a handshake.

"Benedikt MacTavish, nice to meet you," He introduced himself, his hand hanging in the air as he wait for you to reach it.

MacTavish? Doesn’t sound like a local name. You’re glad for that, at least you’re not the only foreigner on your new workplace.

"I'm—"

"Yeah, I remember. Your surname's familiar though, Price, yeah? Are you perhaps related to a military captain?" He casually cuts off your introduction, seemingly eager to know something like he can't hold the question another second longer.

A little taken aback with how he outright talked over you, you were silent for a minute to process that fact and also his question.

"Ah, yes, right," you replied when things finally start sinking in your brain, "Well, he's actually my uncle. How come you know of him?"

Honestly, he's not related to you by blood. He's just your adoptive father's cousin, which makes him your foster uncle if that word even exists. But he doesn't need to know that much about you, what would he even do with the information if you told him?

"Ah, well, my cousin's actually the man's friend. John MacTavish? Soap? Does that ring any bells?"

"Oh, Johnny, yeah, I know the man. What a small world we live in," you smiled after hearing a familiar name, finding the coincidence a bit funny.

Finally, you took Benedikt's hand to shake it, forgetting for a moment that it's still waiting for your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Soap's cousin."

"Nice to meet you, Price's niece," he returned the introduction in the same humor, a genuine smile now plastered over his lips.

"I'll leave you two to it." Sir Wagner interfered and just left you two without another word, which is honestly weird but expected of a man his type.

"Phew, glad I found something common with you, or else it'll be hard to find an ice breaker activity," Benedikt sighed in relief after sir Wagner's finally gone from the scene, "Have you already went to the dorms? Found your room, and all?"

With a shake of your head to answer his question, you wordlessly replied no and looked at him, seeing what he'll say or do.

"Ah, alright, I can show you where it is, then we can start our rounds after. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure, thanks," You answered, your tone is a bit lively now compared to with sir Wagner earlier, since you're like a chameleon who adapts to whichever environment it's in.

You're blue when they're blue, pink when they're pink, red when they're red, and so on and so forth. A firm believer of do unto others what they've done to you. Karma? You rarely put your faith in that, you mostly take things to your hands and be the human version of the word revenge. It's not really cool, in fact, you kind of live harder because of it, but no way your ego would let go of your way of living.

Benedikt started walking, looking at his back every now and then to check if you're still following him as he quietly traversed the halls that should eventually lead to the dorms.

In the middle of your journey, you passed the center of the prison that connects all wings of the building, which means, each transported prisoner would also pass the center before getting to their assigned cell.

The tension in the central building was thick, the air is almost suffocating that it made you freeze on your spot as you try to find the cause of such unnatural atmosphere.

When your eyes landed on the now closing heavy door of the building, your gaze immediately fell to the tallest man in the middle of armed men.

He instantly caught your attention with his tall height, sticking like a sore thumb from the whole crowd.

"Benedikt, you know anything about that man?" You asked in a low voice, curious to find out who he could be, not even tearing your eyes away from the behemoth of a man.

"Ah, shit, today's his transfer, I totally forgot…" He muttered under his breath with a curse, "König, an ex-military guy. Would you believe that today's only his 8th day in prison? Like all prison days combined. He won't behave in any cell he's put in, forcing him to be transferred on new places every other day with how many crimes he commit on each one."

"What??" You uttered in disbelief, taken by a total surprise with the information.

"Yeah, I'm being totally honest right now. It's not normal that a criminal would be transferred from a normal prison to the maximum security because of misbehaving, but guess what? He's committed murder after murder in each base. That's what made him worthy of maximum security prison."

You can just try to press your lips in a thin line, an attempt to hide your disgust. Murderer… The vilest things to exist in this world. How can he live knowing the fact that he's ended a person's life? Oh, how much you loathe them.

You kept a scornful gaze towards his way, throwing daggers as if your stare alone could kill the guy. And of course, it's impossible that he wouldn't feel it, eventually staring back at you.

König, as Benedikt referred him, looked back at you straight in the eyes. Even though there were no holes in the sack that's put on over his face right now, you're certain that he turned his head just to identify who could be burning a hole on his head right now.

You feel like throwing up. Just the thought of breathing the same air as that of a murderer was enough to make you feel nauseous.

"Benedikt, let's go. Bring me to the dorms already." You said, almost pleading as the desperation to get out of his presence faintly showed.

∆. 06:39:07PM of the same day, nurses' office.

"So how was your first round?" Benedikt asked, giving you the canned sparkling water he opened just now.

"Horrible," you replied, taking the canned drink from his hand and downing it quickly.

The drink slid down your throat just like any other liquid, but it's a little painful because of the fact that it's carbonated. You just downed your drink, the bubbles popping on your throat and making you feel like it's burning your insides for a second.

Benedikt gave you a concerned look, but quickly masked it with a soft laugh, "Well, I cannot blame you… Working with criminals isn't exactly the most honorable thing out there. Plus we're understaffed, which makes the workload for each of us actually horrible."

"Yeah, right, that too," you grimaced, feeling more exhausted than how you usually do back when you were just working at the hospital, "I'm sorry Benedikt, my condolences goes to you. You're the most packed nurse here."

He chuckled, "Well, if you're sorry, take some of my patients?" He joked, which earned a laugh out of you.

Before you could even reply, there's suddenly a loud bang in the room and it wasn't a gun, it was the room's door being haphazardly thrown open by a panicking nurse who's also out of breath.

Jane, one of the nurse you've met today.

"Someone! Help! Vanessa! She's– she's wounded! Her eyes! Oh my, heavens, her eyes! We have to sedate König, where's the syringe?!" She started rummaging the room for a syringe and a drug that's supposed to put a person to a deep sleep.

Alerted, Benedikt and you stood up and helped her search for something. When Benedikt got his hand on the drug, he approached Jane and held her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Jane, calm down, I got it, but first, I need you to take a deep breath. You can't work with panicked nerves." He tried calling in some sense to her, but she won't calm down.

She started screaming, and started getting hysterical.

Jane, and Vanessa, you're pretty sure they got a thing with each other, maybe this is why she's acting inconsolable?

"Give me the syringe and the drug, I'll respond instead," You presented, preferred to sedate a monster rather than calming a stranger down.

Benedikt's got a better knowledge than you do, it’s better you leave them be than be left to console her with words you probably wouldn't mean. At least that's what you thought.

Benedikt pondered for a moment whether you're fit or not to handle the situation, but in the end, he decided to trust you, giving you the things after all, and also telling the number cell of König.

Rushing to the scene, with an emergency kit you grabbed in the office, you wasted no time and ran as fast as you could.

1245. Cell 1245, prisoner 190228. Must hurry up to cell 1245 before it's too late.

Eventually, you reached your destination, and unfortunately for your guts, you were met with a gore scene. There's an emptied syringe poked into one of Vanessa's eyeballs, one of her hands wrapped around the object in fear as she trembles, and cries.

There's also a whole puddle of blood under her, a lot on her white uniform, and mouth. Now that you observe her, she's also shedding tears of blood, her lips tainted red as blood continues to flow out of it.

What the fuck. This scene is fucking horrendous. What happened?

The guards are gathered around König, watchful of his steps, expectant and quite tense as they wait for him to make a move— ready to stop him from causing even more havoc. While he's not moving, König is watching Vanessa bleed on the floor with cold eyes which is honestly more frightening than him causing a scene.

He's fortunately not punching one guard after the other, so you doubt there was a need for sedating him.

Surveying the situation, you decided to change your plans of prioritizing the sedation of König, to aiding Vanessa first.

Without an inch of hesitation, you knelt in front of Vanessa, some blood soaking the edge of your white skirt. You placed the emergency kit beside you, opening it with haste until everything in the kit is visible.

"It's no use!" Vanessa cried, "The poison has–" she then frantically screamed, fumbling a few of her words as she started gagging from her own blood.

Before you could even touch her, she dropped dead on the floor. A sight that will be the reason of your nightmares for days, or weeks.

You were shaken down your core, blood suddenly cold, and heart beating extremely fast out of shock. You feel your body freeze, hands that were supposed to hold her now are hanging mid-air.

"I just saved her years in prison for murder," You heard a man's voice from behind you speak in a thick, and unexpectedly boyish accent.

You can't stop your brows from furrowing, and eyes show contempt at the mere sound of his voice, let alone his words.

"You are disgusting, a vile creature, don't you dare open that filthy mouth of yours." Unable to restrain yourself, you spit each word with venom as you slowly turn around to look at him furiously, "You are the murderer here. Don't confuse it now."

He does not speak. His eyes only staring at you through those 2 small holes on his makeshift mask.

Holding his equally piercing gaze, you stood your ground, rationality has left your body. You're acting on impulse, on your emotions, something a professional shouldn't do in this type of situation but damn, your ego is just some other kind of level. It will definitely put you on your place someday, but you thought that you should just worry about it when that time comes.

"Pathetic human. Too dumb to even think." He finally broke the silence, irritation in his voice.

Before you could even reply, he had already turned his back on you, walking back to his cell on his on will. The guards locked him up quickly after checking on him one last time.

The maximum security prison is totally different from a normal one. It's worse. Because everyone is sworn to confidentiality, no word really gets out on what's happening behind its high walls.

Prisoners in this place are like expendable pawns. The government uses them however they wish, and unsurprisingly, companies too. They have illegal control over some of the prisoners, depending on how much they paid the government for it.

Someone wants König dead, and you're not even surprised that he was already tried to be disposed of first day in. It could be a private company he used to work for, or maybe enemy, it could also be done for personal reasons. Signing up for a job here means you should expect those types of things, that's why you made sure to be adequately prepared over events like this happening during your shift.

If he was a normal person, you would've felt bad for the prejudice you have over him, but he's a convicted murderer– a serial killer at this point, so you believe that he doesn't deserve the benefit of doubt.

"A killer won't get my sympathy. That will be the last thing I'll ever do in this earth," You've uttered, anger never leaving your eyes as you sat still in your place.

∆ . 11:59:31PM of that day, staff dormitory.

With a gasp, you wake up from a shallow sleep, catching your breath as you try to recover from the nightmare you just had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed repeatedly, frustration and distraught are clearly heard in your voice.

Fortunately, you're the only one in your room, not a shared dorm or anything, or else your hypothetical roommate would've pegged you for a madman.

Why would it be about that now of all days? You said at the back of your mind, frustrated over the dream you just had.

Desperately, you tried to swallow that thought, along with the nightmare. Fortunately, before the memory gets too vivid, the alarm on your wristwatch goes off which pulled you out of the world you’re sucked in.

It's the alarm you set the first time you got it, 12:00AM. Midnight on the dot.

You sat down, trying to calm yourself.

Ah, right, your next shift is at 12:45AM which is just 45 minutes from now. With Vanessa gone, and Jane temporarily dismissed to rest, you had to take the extra shift and give up a few hours of your precious sleep.

That reminds you, have you checked up on König as you were supposed to? Even if you hate him, you still have to do your job.

Shit, now you got to fill his report before anyone even notice or ask for it.

Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and prepared to check in early for your shift, planning to stealthily take the prisoner's record to fill it up, hopefully while no one's around to harshly criticize your tardiness on your first day.

— &

You made it to 1245 cell without any road bumps, luckily. Now all that's left is actually checking up on König which you can just frown about. Before sticking the key in the hole, you took a deep breath and tried to at least look neutral—your working face.

Counting from 1 to 5 quietly at the back of your mind, you collected yourself at 3, steeled yourself at 4, and finally, pushed the iron door open at 5 without giving yourself enough time to hesitate and get cold feet.

This prison gives each prisoner a spacious place to live in almost comfort, with only one person per room. At least that's how they do it in this part of Austria. There are quite a lot of cells after all, so they're not shy on using all of them.

"I'm your nurse, I will be checking up on you so please, sit down." You said with a firm tone, putting the bag on the bedside table where all of the essentials for vital checking should be packed.

Each nurse on duty is required to use the same bag, for both safety, and precaution.

"Ärgerlich schädling," he muttered under his unusual breathy voice which set an alarm in you.

Now that you look at it, the back of his shirt is wet, and he's panting a little. Did you really mess up big time on your first day? Shit, now you have to fix this somehow.

"Prisoner 190228," you read the number assigned to him, printed on the sheet of paper you're holding one-handedly, "I said sit down. I can't check on you properly if you're positioned that way."

It was pathetic really. Your nerves are getting the best of you, and it's hinted on your voice.

“Will nicht,” he grumbled, unmoving and unbothered.

You never really stayed in Austria that long in the past. Only a year or two to finish the last 2 years of your nursing school but your university didn’t require you to speak German so you didn’t bother getting that deep into learning the language. You’re an entry-level speaker at best, but since it’s been years already, you’ve lost that ability and can only guess what he’s saying.

“You will, now hurry up and sit down so we can get this over with.”

“Ich sagte nein, verliere dich.”

“Yes, you will. And please, I would really appreciate it if you speak in English.”

You heard his tongue clicked at that, “Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen!” He groaned, almost sounding like a teenager throwing a tantrum at his bed.

He sat down on his bed after that outburst, you don’t even need to peek under that mask of his to know he’s frowning in annoyance, his eyes alone says it all.

“Awfully late to check up on me now, yeah?” He asked, begrudgingly you think, but you decided not to give attention to it.

“Did the syringe grazed you? Was it injected on you? Or did it find other ways to get into your veins?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“It did not.”

“Are you certain?”

“I am fine, so get lost.” He snapped again, his voice starting to sound like his catching his breath again.

You thought he was grinding his teeth the whole conversation, and now it made sense. He’s holding something back, and it’s probably the pain from the poison, his tone only adds up as an evidence to that.

“You are not. You’re breathless, sweating, and,” your eyes looked all over him, trying to observe his posture, to find proofs to support your claim, “…You’re sweating buckets, and shaking.”

You bit your lips, an attempt to maintain your composure as you try to find a solution.

“I need to see your face, take that mask off,” without a warning, you reached for the edge of his mask— something that you later regretted doing so.

In an instant, he has put you under him, his gloved, big hand is wrapped around your neck while the other one is gripping your wrist that was once the closest to his mask earlier.

He’s fuming in anger, the heat coming off him is immense as if he’s a steam machine. Bodies wouldn’t act normally like this against poison, not this much heat while keeping a great vigor. His body feels so different… something you’ve never seen before.

“Touch my mask once more,” He seethed through gritted teeth, anger evident in his unblinking eyes, “Then I will have to devour you.” He threatened, his hot breath and heavy body touching your skin, “Stubborn maus. Get your ass out of here before it’s too late. I won’t take responsibility for your insanity.”

This marks the end of this chapter.

[A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I'm open to gentle criticisms because my heart can't handle harsh words hsdahfw. I'll try my best to take them positively though! Notice that there are timestamps (like ∆ . and — & with the former being a longer time skip, and the latter a matter of a few minutes difference from the latest indicated time), and locations during an event. I placed them there so there would be less confusion regarding the timeline and when a particular event happened:) I added translations in the last part to keep it realistic too. Like, you're meant to not understand him much whenever he speaks German so yeah. Still, if you're curious what they translate to, the translations will be just down this note. That's all, thank you again! (´｡ • ᵕ •｡ `) ♡]

CHAPTER 01 TRANSLATIONS:

[1]: Ärgerlich schädling, Annoying pest

[2]: Will nicht, [I] don’t want

[3]: Ich sagte nein, verliere dich, I said no, get lost

[4]: Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen, Why should they hire a fucking foreigner at all? I’m fucking tired of speaking that damn language

[5]: Maus, Mouse

#yandere konig #monster fucker #fanfic #prisoner konig #nurse reader #female reader #monster!konig #konig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #cod #konig

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 2 months

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As you know by now, I absolutely love your headcanons, especially about the Vees, so I was curious to know that you think their love life might have been like on earth. Vox, I could imagine being married and having kids for appearance sake, but hating it. Val, I could see getting married once when he's still young, but overall being more of a fuckboy with plenty of illegitimate children. And Velvette, I'm not really sure. What are your thoughts on the Vees here?

tw // mentions of abuse and suicide

Ohh that's a good one!

So let's start with Vox. You've read my fanfic so you know about his wife. Her name was Vivienne and he was crazily in love with her. Well, at the beginning at least. Honestly, he was in love with the idea of her and how perfect they could have been. He proposed to her quickly and she was essentially pressed into the marriage by her parents, because who would deny a famous multimillionaire? But she fucking despised him and used every opportunity to remind him about that. Vox so desperately wanted her to follow his fantasy he grew to be abusive, constantly struggling between love for the imagined version of her and hatred towards her true self. They've never had a children though because she didn't want to be mother of his children and he didn't want to share her attention with anyone. You know how it turned out for them.

Valentino has never gotten married because he's not a monogamous type. His idea of love is an obsessive passion so in his mind he loved many people. None of his significant ones could bare him for longer than few months. Plus his way of living didn't support building stable realtionships. Any person he loved met a morbid end - killed in a fight between cartels, committed suicide to escape abuse, died of drug overdose or murdered by him. He thinks of himself as a tragic romantic hero, never destined to get his happily ever after because of course he doesn't recognize that he was the problem all along. Also I totally agree he has a bunch of illegitimate children and wouldn't be able to recall a single of their mothers' names. Actually I kinda like the idea that he has a daughter somewhere in hell that is currently plotting how to kill him for being a fucking garbage of a man.

Velvette I headcanon as aromantic and having a severe intimacy issues (disclaimer: those two things are not by any means connected, aromanticism doesn't equal any kind of issue and aro people can built deep and fulfilling raltionships; Velvette is just evil and self centred, that's the problem). So she has never had a love life per se but during her living days as a influencer she dated some fuckboy that looked good on her Instagram and helped her with building brand. Her followers were obsessed with their unhinged not-like-other-couples content, similarly that people used to be obsessed with Harley and Joker in 2010s. But of course Velvette was the big daddy in this relationship, he was just an arm candy, some dumb rich Jared recording emo tracks funded by his parent's money.

#hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #velvette #vox hazbin #valentino hazbin #hazbin velvette #headcanon #ask

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femoso-seben · 27 days

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Humanoid monster

Previous, Next

“What was that about?” Soap asks Gaz. The two of them backed down when the reporters got nosy, they followed her all night long hounding her for answers.

“Abraham believed In a theory, it's written in Latin so either she knows Latin or Abraham told her.” Gaz grumble digging through his notebook.

“What theory?”

“There was a time were humans and monsters got along, they worshiped this female deity. She was murdered, and war broke out, Abraham was born in the last few days of her reign.” Gaz explains finding his notes he had written about back when he was in school.

“So?”

“So Abraham no longer speaks about this time, and in one of his papers, he theorizes this deity is still alive.”

“Mate—”

“That woman is highly educated, she shouldn't be, she wasn't born here she *came* here. Teaching humans is banned in all states except for Switzerland, how does she know?” Gaz asks Soap shrug, it didn't sound important to him but from the look on Gaz’s face said it all.

“Mr. Garrick,” the two sergeants froze and turned to see Priscilla standing there peeping her head in head feather raising in slight embarrassment. “Do we need to cancel flight training?”

“No!” Gaz shouts and walks closer to her. “Your mother.”

“yes?”

“Did she go to school?” asked a question with a smile.

“No… Why?”

“Well your mother knows things she shoulders like a diety—“

“Oh you mean Abraham’s fairytales? he likes to tell fairytales when we were little, you know? of a better time where we’re all equal, it helped most of us sleep.” Priscilla says fondly with a sweet smile on her lips.

Gaz sighs and Soap pats him on the shoulder, with a small reassuring look and smile, “See mate, you overthinking it.”

“Your mother where did she come from?”

“She came from South America and found most of us traveling up to North America and sailing over to Asia, then traveling to Switzerland.” Gaz nods and the two walk to the field with the little Harpies.

The press saw them, and the monster swarmed them, “What’s your view of the orphanage director?” The first reporter asks.

“She’s my mother—"

“So she cut off your wings?”

“No! She found me like this—“

“If given the opportunity would you go home?”

“This is my home!” Priscilla shouts her frustration begins to teetering on tears. Gaz spread his wings out blocking her from the cameras.

“Don’t bother the kid—“

“As a soldier in the monster military aviator wing, what’s your view of this almost dystopian utopia?” One Gargon asks her snakes hissing with delight and anticipation.

“I am weary but everything here so far looks good, and the orphanage director didn’t know we were coming or how long we are staying,” Gaz said in the most PR statement possible. Switzerland has one of the biggest armies, and it is wise not to attack its citizens and their politics. The media followed them, Priscilla couldn't stop looking over her shoulder, they were making her uncomfortable.

“What's your relationship with each other?” a reporter asks.

“I'm helping the younger harpies fly.”

The reporters mostly watched, occasionally they would speak to their camera, and it was easy to hear them.

“Most of these harpies are missing wings or mutilated. We suspect that the orphanage—”

“Shut up, pendejo!” One of the kids shouts at the reporters. “We all had these injuries before the orphanage.”

“It’s done by you monsters,” another girl snaps.

“Why do you defend this place?”

“It’s our home,” nearly everyone replies.

—-

The air of attrition on cordiality was fading, for every child was a surveillance camera all going back to Mother Maia. This was not lost on anyone, not the soldiers or the reporters.

The children slowly became guarded. Weary and secretive. It wasn’t lost on the task force that they were no longer welcomed there. The gargoyle creatures that usually only watch began to show themselves more often, the dragons were more active, and they were expanding their territory.

Both sides of the war were left with little progress made, and far more interest in the orphanages. The human side is more than the monster’s.

“Maia,” Abraham walks into the dimly lit office. She looks up, and the veil hangs up on her hat hook. Abraham nodded and sat down. “My old contacts have warned me that the monsters have decided to hack—”

“I understand” Mother Maia responded in a calm tone, “I’ll change a few things. The only thing they will get is the spending log, it’s best.” She smiles and begins to type away.

“There have been talk about monsters adopting—”

“I will not allow it,” Mother Maia looks up, “we both know the children who will be adopted will be sent into the military or worse eaten, I am no fool and neither than you.” Abraham smiles and nods before standing up, his wings doing a small stretch.

“I am glad we are on the same page,” Abraham said with a smile, Mother Maia only nodded and continued to work.

Abraham always knew humans were not equal to monsters in strength, but their intelligence is quite admirable. It’s been centuries since Abraham found a human he could view as equal, but another Maia was that human.

She was articulate and wise for someone who never had a true education. And yet with his simple guidance, she was able to keep her children.

“What about the new disease?” Abraham froze and sighed. Everyone knew at this point, even the humans.

“The Monster scientists have named it Cerebrum deterioration, or as the soldiers call it brain rot.” Abraham studied Mother Maia’s face, most humans couldn't hide their glee when disguising this topic, all except for Mother Maia.

“How pitiful, has it linked to the human resistance?” she sighs the scars across her face rippling with the slight movement of her face.

“No, the scientists said it was discovered rather than made.” Mother Maia nods and continues to write.

“Let's keep informed if a war breaks out this could affect this free state.” Mother Maia said sternly. Abraham agreed. “And when the vaccine is made, be sure to be one of the first to get it, you are a model.” Abraham laughs but nods.

“You are a strange one—”

“I am only being realistic Abraham, even though you've been a pacifist for a few hundred years, you still hold power.”

“Of course.”

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #141 #john soap mactavish #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #monster au #monster 141 au #cod fic

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gyupinkys · 11 months

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VENOM-PT 2

A/N- This is not edited, I was too excited to upload. I really outdid myself with the smut, I hope you enjoy

WARNINGS- MURDER, GORE, GUNS, KNIVES, smut, angst, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, breeding kink, daddy kink, restraints, voyuerism, exhobitionism, mutual masturbation, oral (m&f receiving) and a lot more, but these are the main ones :)

WORD COUNT: 9K

The next morning you limp down the stairs to find Mingyu and Vernon in the kitchen. Vernon looks at you and instantly blushes while Mingyu takes this as an opportunity to tease you.

“Did chan actually make you cum or were you faking it” he asks as he slides a plate of fruit towards you.

“He definitely made me cum, multiple times” you say looking him in the eyes.

“I’m sure I could do better” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Keep this up and you won’t get to” you say with a smile.

Mingyu gives you your phone back and says he thinks he found something but he’ll tell you at the group meeting that it should be happening soon. You say ok and take your phone back, unlocking it to see a picture of you in pink lingerie staring back at you. You look at Mingyu and he’s scrambling for words.

“Did you at least enjoy yourself?”

“I did,” he said in shame.

“I’ll punish you later Gyu Gyu”

Cheol texted everyone to come to his office and you follow Mingyu and Vernon there. Everyone else is already in there and all eyes are on you when you step in.

“I’m guessing you and Chan had fun last night.” Cheol says with a blank look on his face.

“We sure did” you say and look at Chan who has a mug smile on his face.

“ANYWAYS, Mingyu you said you found something on Y/N’s phone?” Cheol says in annoyance.

“Yea, the messages were sent from the building across the street, I'm assuming the person took it with a camera from a spot in the building. They probably broke the phone after sending it but I checked the security cameras of the surrounding area and this is the only guy to leave the building after the pictures were sent.”

“Wow, good shit mingyu” Jeonghan says and looks at the picture on his computer.

“Smart, talented, and hot” you keep impressing me Gyu Gyu” you say.

“Hey, why don’t I have a nickname?” Chan says.

“Chan leave her alone, let's just focus on this” Mingyu says despite him relishing in your compliment.

Mingyu puts the picture of the man on the projector and asks if anyone recognizes him.

Everyone in SVT is at a loss but you know exactly who this man is.

“Guys, this is really awkward, but that’s my ex boyfriend” you say.

They all give you questioning looks.

“I have no idea why he would do this? We haven’t seen each other in two years, so i'm equally as confused.”

“What's his name? I’ll check our files for him” DK says, pulling out his laptop.

“Choi San” you say nervously.

They all turn their heads toward you in shock.

“You're telling me YOU were dating Choi San?” Seungkwan says in disbelief.

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?”

“He’s like the most lethal assassin in the game! How did you meet him?”

“We trained together and you know one thing led to another. But we broke up ages ago”

“Cheol i'm glad to not be you, he’s probably gonna kill you” Jun says.

“Jun, don’t say that Seungkwan says and he smacks Jun across the head.

He holds his hand up in defeat.

“Mingyu, can you check where he went after?”

“I already did, he went to this office building. “ATEEZ” corps.”

You’ve never heard of it let alone know what his association to it is.

“Why don’t we send someone to camp out in front and see if he shows up?” Joshua suggest.

“I can go” you say.

“You should probably go with someone” Joshua says.

Everyone's hands but Jun’s shoot up and you let out a laugh.

“Wow so many options to choose from” you say with a smile. “Hmmmm, Hao we have some of our own problems to sort out why don't we go”

Mingyu, Chan, and Cheol all pout while the others brush it off. Hao can’t even look you in the eye for some reason but says “Sure, I’ll drop you off at your place so you can change”

From the moment you and Minghao parked the black inconspicuous van a few feet from the “ATEEZ” building you’ve wanted to

pull your gun out and shoot him.

“I SHOT HIM FIRST! YOU COSTED ME $5 MILLION DOLLARS, THEY SAID EITHER WE SPLIT THE MONEY OR TAKE NONE”

“HE WAS MY HIT I DONT KNOW WHY YOU WERE THERE”

“I GOT THERE FIRST SO HE SHOULD’VE BEEN MINE”

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LETS JUST SPLIT THE MONEY”

“NO! YOU JUST GIVE ME ALL THE MONEY YOU DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS IM SURE IF YOU ASK CHEOL FOR MONEY HE’LL GIVE IT”

Hao can feel his patience wearing thin. He takes pride in his mediation and ability to control his temper, but you’re testing him.

“Y/N, please shut up”

“Admit I win and I’ll shut up. You just refuse-”

Hao pulls your lips to his and kisses you with passion.

“You were so good for Chan last night, why are you being so bad with me?”

“Maybe you don’t deserve a good girl”

“I think, I know what i deserve, but now i know you don’t deserve to cum” he says as he pulls you to the back of the van. He attempts to straddle you but you flip him over, pinning his hands to the floor and tying them together with rope you found on the floor.

“No, I think it’s you who doesn’t deserve to

cum.” you say as you begin gliding your hands over his chest. You unbutton his pants and pull out his hardening cock making him gasp. “Hao, I have a confession” you say as you spit in your hand and begin stroking him. “I’ve found you attractive from the moment I saw you throw yourself through that window. I didn’t know if you found me attractive as well, but last night I think i overhead something I shouldn’t have.” you say as you increase the speed of your strokes.

Hao sucks in a deep breath, hoping you’re referring to something other than him being a perv. “what did you hear?” he says with gritted teeth, struggling with his restraints.

“I heard moaning and groaning that didn’t belong to Chan or I. At first I was confused, but when Chan said your room is next to his it clicked. Now babe, do you want to tell

me what you were doing last night?”

He looks you in the eye and the smug look on your face infuriates him. He takes a deep

breath and you hear a snap. You look up to see the rope you tied his hands with are now gone and his left hand is flying to your neck. He throws you to the floor and pins your hands to the floor, pulling handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffing your hands to the roof of the car. You now sit on your knees with your hands attached to the ceiling, helpless.

“You really wanna know what I was doing? He whispers in your ear pressing himself to your back. “I was thinking of how much better I would fuck you then Chan” he says as he picks up some more rope and begins wrapping your body in it, tying it around your thighs so they remain open. “I was thinking about all the things I would do to you, the way I would edge you, make you beg to cum like a bitch in heat” he says as he slides his hand into your pants to your core. You’re embarrassingly wet and hang your head in shame. He slides two fingers into you; fingering you slowly, mesmerized by your pussy sucking him in. While he’s occupied you’ve been toying with your handcuffs.

“Hao, the ropes are a little too tight” he immediately goes to untie the knot and adjust them and you pounce. You dislocate your thumb with a pop and slide your wrists through the handcuffs, shocking him.

“I’ll show you how much of a psycho crazy bitch i can be” you say with smile and pull him to you for a heated kiss. You’re fighting for dominance, hands everywhere, tongues clashing and hair pulling. You put your hands down his pants and he does the same to you. As you grab his now hard dick, he slips his fingers into you. This begins the challenge of who could make the other cum first. You begin stroking him with the perfect pressure and pace, making sure to pay attention to his tip. Meanwhile he begins searching for your g-spot and plants his thumb on your clit drawing tight circles. You’re both slowly cracking but neither wants to give up control. You know you won’t last much longer so you pass your fingers faster over the tip of his dick, squeezing. “Please cum for me hao, I want it so bad” you say with a pout; watching him crumble. He cums in your hand with the cutest moan. Seeing his face scrunch up in pleasure sends you over the edge. Once you both come down you look at him on triumph.

“I never lose”

“Fuck you Y/N”

“I know you want to” you say and get up to clean your hands.

Once you both clean up you settle back in the front seat.

“Wait what if we missed something” you say.

“I doubt it”

You see a black car drive down the street, and five minutes later the same kind but with a different number plate drives past.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” You say.

“Yea” Hao says and picks up his phone to call vernon. “Nonnie run these plates and see who they belong to”

“They’re all registered under Kim LeeSeok”

he says after a few minutes.

You and Hao look at each other and he immediately turns the car on and speeds off. Behind you at least six cars pull off behind you ans begin following you.

“Here we fucking go” you say to yourself.

A bullet pierces the back windshield and lands in the center console ending the call with vernon. You pull out your pink gun and hao rolls his eyes. You roll down the window and shoot, the first bullet landing straight in the left eye of the driver in the car directly behind you, causing the car the swerve and hit the one to its left.

“HOLY SHIT YOU SAW THAT? IT WAS CALCULATED, TRUST” you scream as a bullet flies right by your head. You pull your body back in the car and Hao takes several turns in an attempt to lose them.

More bullets fly into your car and you guys duck. You start blindly shooting back. Another car pull up and you assume this is hao’s security since they begin shooting Mr. parks car. This single driver takes out the remaining four cars and pulls up to drive next to you. You look through your window and your met with San looking at you then Hao then back to you. He tilts his head and you nod at him. This was always your code for asking if you were ok. This is weird. He’s stalking you but wants to know if you’re ok? You give him a question look and he nods his head no and speeds off. You look at hao who looks very stressed and ask him if he’s ok. You drives back to the dorm in silence.

“I send you guys to do one thing and you come back with my car full of bullet holes?” Cheol says outraged.

“Your acting like its our fault! We didn’t ask to be shot at!” you say back.

“Did you at least see anything? And what happened to your hands!”

You both look down at your hands to see bruises from the ropes, and your thumb is swollen.

“Don’t worry about it, anyways we did see san” hao says

“Where?”

“He pulled up out of nowhere and killed all the drivers and then he pulled up by us. y/n had some kind of silent conversation with him and then he drove off.”

Everyone looks at you.

“I don't know why he’s doing this. I’m sure he’ll make it his mission to run into me so

maybe we can talk then”

“Are you not scared of him?” Jihoon asks.

“He would never hurt me. He always had a soft spot for me even since we were young.”

“Why did you guys break up?” Jun asks.

“We wanted different things. We used to be a duo, “Venom”. “ The whole room gasps.

“No way” seungkwan says

“Yea, he wanted to expand but I wanted to stop, do other things besides killing. But he loves this and I didn’t want to stop him.”

“Do you love him?” Cheol asks.

“I’ll always love him but I’m not in love with him.” you say with a sigh.

“Wait, so you guys grew up doing this together?”

“Yea, our parents were involved in shady shit and gave us up to pay off their debts. We trained to become assassins and worked for different employers until we branched out on our own.”

“Was it a messy break up?” Jeonghan asks, all 13 of them are very intrigued.

"No, it wasn’t but he changed his number one day and I never heard from him again until now.”

“Can someone check the street security cameras to see where he went?”

“I’ll go check” Wonwoo says and gets up.

“Well that's all for now you guys can go” Cheol says but only a few people get up.

“You guys wanna play Mario Kart?” Jeonghan asks.

“Bet”

Jeonghan, Jihoon, Joshua are on one team and Mingyu, Vernon and DK are on the other.

Cheol and Hoshi watch from their place on the couch. The game starts and Mingyu is surprisingly winning to everyone's disappointment. You get the feeling Mingyu and Dino suffer the same fate around here. Jeonghan groans because it's the last lap and he’s stuck in second place. He makes eye contact with you and raises his eyebrows. You smirk and nod and reach over to Mingyu who is sitting directly next to you. You put your hand on his thigh and glances over to you. You slide your hand up his thigh and lean into his ear to whisper “I think I want to kiss it better now”. He shudders and swerves off the road letting Jeonghan get first place. He groans as you slide your hand over his hardening cock. They queue up another game and you slide your hand into his pants. By now everyone knows what you're doing but they all just stare. You begin to stroke Mingyu, spitting in your hand as lube.

“Pay attention to the game” you say out loud and slide down to your knees. Cheol is fuming, his eyes are boring into you and he’s cursing Mingyu in his head out of jealousy. It’s like you want to fuck everyone but him and her you go fucking Mingyu right in front of him.

You pull Mingyu’s hard cock out of his boxers and lick a long stripe up his shaft making him let out a quiet moan. No ones focusing on the game at this point as you take him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. You can’t even say you're surprised at how long and thich he is, because c'mon look at his size. You struggle to breathe as you take more of him down your throat. You pull up for a breath of air to see everyone is looking at you. Vernon shifts in his seat to adjust his bulge and you laugh. You bring your free hand to his balls and begin to massage them, lowering yourself back on his cock and pushing yourself as far as you can go. He begins to whine and buck his hips into your mouth, pushing himself all the way down your throat making you gag. You pull up and stroke him again, turning to look at the guys.

You sit back on the couch still stroking him.

“Gyu, tell the guys how you feel” you whisper loud enough for everyone to hear.

He whines in response, making you slow down your strokes and tightening your grip.

��If you dont listen to me I wont let you cum baby.” This makes him groan and force words out of his mouth.

“It feels so good,” he says between whimpers. He looks over to you, “Please let me cum Y/N, oh God I need it so bad”

“I don’t think you deserve to cum.”

“This was supposed to be you kissing it better, not punishing me”

“Touchè”

You spit on his tip making him let out a feral groan and you look at the guys. Vernon now has his dick out and is stroking it to match your pace while joshua looks like he’s about to cumin his pants.

“Does he deserve to cum?”

“Yes absolutely, oh my god please” Vernon says. You assume he’ll only let himself cum when you let Mingyu cum. You look at Cheol whose eyes have been on you the whole time.

“Let him cum.” he says and you give him a challenging look. “Now, Y/N” he says in a deep authoritative voice and you listen. “Cum, Mingyu”.

On command he cums letting out a loud moan and throwing his head back. Vernon cums at the same time whimpering into his hand. You stroke Mingyu until his orgasm finishes and say “I hope it feels better now.”

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You decide you’ve stayed with the guys for too long. It’s been three weeks of trying to figure out who's trying to get you all killed. You’ve been crashing at your place which you must admit has been the most fun three weeks of your life. You’ve gotten close with all the guys, but you and Cheol have been working together the most. You must admit you're beginning to develop a crush on him. You love the way he gets pouty and jealous when you pay more attention to the other guys and the way you guys banter.

Hoshi lets you borrow his car to drive back to your place. Yeji and Lia aren’t here for some reason which is weird. You walk in and turn on your lights to see San sitting on your couch.

“You’ve always been so fucking dramatic” you deadpan.

“It’s nice to see you too, love.”

“Why are you trying to kill me?” you ask as you take a seat next to him.

“I’m not trying to kill you idiot, but someone is.”

“Well spill the beans, mountain”

“Did you kill Kim LeeSeok?” he asks.

“It’s complicated.”

“How”

“Me and this dude shot him at the same time.” you say making sure to leave Hao’s name out of it.

“The red head?” he asks with a smirk.

“San, get to the point.”

“He was my boss, and a lot of people are mad that you and your little friend killed him.”

“Oh.”

“Oh” he mocks.

“So why did you let your boss die so easily?”

“Doll, you’ve gotten sloppy since we parted ways. You don’t think it was a little suspicious that the guards just happened to change when you and your friends showed up? It was a set up Y/N, someone higher up wanted him dead but didn’t want to take the blame so they hired a bunch of irresponsible assassins to take the blame. Now you’ve got enemies after you.”

“Fuck. Wait, why were you taking pictures of me at dinner?”

“JinYoung Park wants Cheol dead. He sent me to track him, but he wasn’t alone. You were there and now everyone knows who you are.”

“Sannie why did you send them the picture of me you could have lied” you pout.

“It was a live feed, once I saw you it was too late.”

“So what now?”

“I don’t know Y/N. Either you fake your death or you somehow kill JYP and his entourage.”

“Sannieeeeeeee I don’t want to do either” you say and throw your head on his lap.

“I know doll” he says as he massages your scalp. You should tell Cheol what I told you, he should move his guys and the people he cares about somewhere safe.”

“FUCK HIS MOM LOVES NEXT DOOR!”

You both get up and run next door, San bangs on her door.

“Mrs. Choi?” you yell. There's no answer. For the first time in years you feel fear. If Cheol loses his mom it will crush him, for the past few days you spent with the guys he’s always talking about his mom and how he’s glad she has a friend in you.

You pull a masterkey you stole from your mailman out of your pocket and unlock her door. The whole room is dark and you look at san. You both pull you guns out and walk into the room.

“Mrs. Choi?” Nothing.

Your phone begins to ring in your back pocket. It’s Cheol.

“Hello”

“Y/N, you need to leave your apartment right now. I already have my mom with me, but the building is surrounded.”

“Fuck”

“San we gotta go” You say to san.

“YOUR WITH SAN?” Cheol says.

“I'll talk to you later Cheol” you say and hang up.

“The building’s surrounded, we gotta go.”

He pulls out his phone and calls someone while you guys head to the back door of the building.

“Wooyoung, find out how many people are surrounding Y/N’s building.”

“Y/N?? Are you guys back together? You guys should just get married at this point, I’m waiting for my nephew-”

“WOOYOUNG FOCUS”

“Ok damn, one sec”

You guys are on the second floor when you hear commotion. Both of you come to a halt and the door in front of you flies open. Two men in skull mask emerge and begin shooting at you. Both of you duck and shoot back. San hitting the first man twice in both sockets of his eyes and you hitting the second man directly in the throat. They both fall to the floor and you begin running to the door.

“There's six people at the backdoor, it's your best bet. They probably messed with your cars, Yeosang is on his way, meet him at the corner of 6th avenue.”

San counts you down and opens the door. Bullets immediately begin to fly as you catch the men by surprise. San takes down two and you get tackled by another. You press your stiletto nails into his eye sockets, leaving him wailing in agony. You turn around and shoot the man sneaking up on San as he finishes the man in front of him with a bullet to the head. You guys don;t even take a second to catch your breath as you run to 6th ave, on the lookout for Yeosang. You spot him in a black suburban and run over.

“Yeonsangie, It's been ages” you say as you round the car to the passenger seat leaving San to sit in the back. As you're about to get in you hear a car pull up behind you. You look over your shoulder to see Cheol driving and Mingyu in the passenger seat. Cheol runs out the car over to you in a panic checking you for injuries.

“What the fuck happened?”

“You tell me! I have no Idea who those guys were.”

He looks over at San and back at you.

“Why were you with him?”

“Oh, you're patrolling me now?”

“No,” he says with a pout.

“Wait how did you even know there were people outside?”

“I have security on my mom but when they went quiet I got worried. Wonwoo patrolled the security cameras around and I saw you enter and cars pull up five minutes after so I knew something was up. My mom was at our place for lunch, so I only had to worry about you.”

“You were worrying about me?” you say in a slightly mocking tone.

“Jesus Christ, I should've just let you get shot.”

“And they say romance is dead.”

The whole time San has been looking on. He can tell by the look in your eyes there's no love left for him; it's all for cheol. He sighs and looks at yeosang.

“It’s ok dude” yeosang whispers.

“Y/N if you're coming with us we gotta get out of here.” san says.

“You're going with them?” Cheol says in a slightly hurt voice.

“Um” you say as you look between them.

You already know your answer, but the longer you take to say it the more Cheol’s heart breaks.

“I’m gonna go with them” you say to san.

He nods and gets in the car.

“Tell the guys Hi for me ok?”

“Sure” he says and Yeosang drives off.

Cheol throws his hand over your shoulder and leans to speak in your ear. “I got a little worried there”. You roll your eyes at him.

“I told you, I’m over him”

“So does that mean you're into me?” He says with a cocky smile.

“Yea that’s what it means”

He looks at you dumbfounded while you slide into the back seat giving Mingyu a kiss on the cheek.

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“You mean to tell me JYP is trying to kill you?”

“Yeup”

“Ok” Seungkwan says with a disbelieving look on his face.

“I have a plan though” you say.

“I’m listening,” Cheol says.

“My friend Yeji, she trained with him. They called her his “secret weapon”, but she always hated him. I’m certain we can get her to help us catch him off guard.”

“Will she want to help us?”

“That's not even a question, but the issue is, JYP is a huge group, we can’t take them down on our own. I can ask san to help us and call in some favors.”

“No to San.”

“Cheol, stop being Jealous.” Jeonghan says. “I think that's a good idea, but who are you gonna call?”

“BTS” they all stare at you with your mouth agape. “You know BTS?” Cheol asks.

“Oh we go wayyyyy back, Joonnie will say yes don;t worry.”

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“Namjoon, what do you mean no? You never tell me no!”

“Y/N, you don’t even know what you're getting yourself into, I can’t send my men into an unknown situation.”

“Just send the men you hate, easy. Joonie, the alternative is me dying.”

“Y/N, you're not gonna die.”

“I MIGHT”

He sighs. “Ok fine, i'll ask around and see what I can find out. In the meantime you figure out a plan.”

“Ok, thank you koya.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“BYE KOYA”

You hang up and go to find Jeonghan and Joshua since they plan all of the team's missions.

“Oh, Y/N perfect. Tell your friend to come here so we can brief her. And what did Namjoon say”

“He said he’ll see what he can do which means yes.”

“Ok, perfect. My plan is to let Yeji seem like she’s betraying you. We can bullshit some reason as to why later, but she can lead his men to the wrong place and we can corner them. Kill, JYP and problem solved.”

“I feel like it’ll be more complicated than this.”

“We can just make it up as we go,” Jeonghan says with a smile.

“Jeonghan, Once I don’t die It's all good.”

You call Yeji. “Look who decides to call me. You know, if I haven't been tracking your phone, I would have thought you were dead.”

“Hello to you too Yeji.”

“Where have you been?”

“I’ve been living with 13 insanely hot men.”

“Girl, what?”

“Just come to this address, make sure you aren't being followed. Bring Lia too.”

“Well Ok”

As the elevator opens Yeji and Lia step out and look around in shock. “Damn these guys are balling,” Lia says.

“I’m assuming you're Yeji and Lia” Joshua, who now has freshly dyed red hair. “I’m Joshua, It’s nice to meet you beautiful ladies.”

“So you're the one Y/N warned us about. Im yeji”

“Wow, I see she’s been telling tales” he says.

“Well hello Lia '' he says looking at her.

“I’ll leave you two to speak with Y/N” he says and walks to his room.

Chan comes from the gym bathroom, with a towel low on his waist. He stands in front of the pair with red cheeks, shocked to see they arrived so early.

“And who are you?” Lia says.

“Hi, I’m chan” he says with a dashing smile.

“Hi Chan” Lia says with a blush.

“I’ll go get changed.” he says.

“Or don’t” she says with a smirk and he shakes his head with a smile and walks away.

“I call dibs,” she says to Yeji.

Yeji rolls her eyes as you walk downstairs in nothing but an oversized T-shirt.

“Where are your clothes?” Yeji asks.

“I have on clothes you deadpan.”

“That's definitely not your shirt.”

“It’s mine” Cheol says coming down the stairs.

“So I haven’t heard from her in three weeks because of you?”

“I’m not to blame here, anyways, I’m SeungCheol, nice to meet you”

“I’m Yeji and this is Lia, but she seems more interested in wherever Chan went.”

“What is with Chan suddenly pulling all these girls?” Jeonghan says walking out of the kitchen.

“Up the stairs, third room to the left”

She smiles at you and dashes up the stairs.

“Ok so why am I here?” Yeji asks.

You and Cheol explain everything that has happened so far, and Joenghan explains his plan in depth.

“Oh wow. JYP wants to kill, you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He just doesn't seem like the type to be vengeful.”

“Well apparently he is.”

“Wait, lets back track. The infamous San returns to the plot and you decide not to tell me?”

��You don’t even know the man,It wouldnt make a difference.”

“Three years of friendship and I’ve never seen a picture of this man.”

“Thats because there are none. Yeji focus on the plan. Call JYP and tell him you need to talk to him.”

“Ok mom” she says and gets up to follow Jeonghan so he can try to track the call.

You and Cheol head back up to his room, hearing giggling coming from Chan’s room. You smile to yourself, He deserves someone like Lia. You and Cheol settle back into bed where you previously laid. You haven’t had sex with him, but you feel connected in a deeper way. He’s the first person to see you as more than a killer besides Yeji and Lia. He asks about your life, your aspirations, what you would want to do besides killing. You feel like you could talk to him for hours.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Can you tell me about your childhood?”

“Oh. Rough subject.”

“You don’t have to if you're not comfortable.”

“No, I am, it’s just a lot.”

He leaves space for you to talk which is appreciated. You start from the beginning, your father sending you to become a killer to pay off their debts without a care in the world. Your mother tried to take you back, but he killed her. He didn’t think someone as weak as her belonged with someone like him. You met San at the training facility. He was the best and you were the worst. Instead of making fun of you he helped you train and you became the best killers in the field.When you were almost done with your training your father brought you back home. Instead of being nice to his daughter who is now a lethal killer, he was the same. He beat on you and called you names relentlessly, knowing the fear you have for him is still embedded in you. One night you had enough. While you were trying to sleep, he came into your room drunk with his belt. Before he could even swing you grabbed him and snapped his neck. You didn't want to waste time torturing him when you were finally ready to move on. You went incognito, only speaking to San and eventually moving in with him when he completed his training. You two started killing with each other to build a name for yourselves, but eventually you wanted out but he wanted more. There was no resolution so you two split, You’ve been working on the low, here and there but trying to do other things with your life and leave the killing behind.

“What do you want to do instead?”

“I want to open a flower shop. I want to fall in love, get married, have kids, die from old age with the love of my life.”

“Me too” he whispers.

You stare at each other for a while. One second you blink and the next his lips are on yours. The kiss is gentle and innocent but still passionate. The bedroom is full of blushes and giggles, the beginning of a young love blooming.

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The next morning Yeji tells everyone that JYP answered her call and told her to meet him in Los Angeles.

“Are we all gonna go? What if it's set up?”

At the same time Chan asks, you get a text from Namjoon:

Joonie: He’s staying in the JYP building 40 minutes from your apartment. Minimal security, I’ve got a guy undercover already who says this is his hideout and he won’t be leaving until the end of the month.I’ll give you 40 men, make due. Don’t text me again big head”

Y/N: Thank you joonie. I owe u one.

Joonie: Whatever.

“Damn It, I kinda wanted to go home” Joshua says.

“I say we head out there tonight, and attack tomorrow night. We should scope out the area first.” Jeonghan says.

“You heard the man, everyone pack a bag.” Cheol says.

“Cheol, I’m gonna call San, he should come with us.” you say.

This puts a pout on his face. “Fine”

You roll your eyes and give him a kiss on the lips making the whole room explode. You walk to Cheols room leaving him to clean up the mess.

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All 15 of you pile into the vans and head to the hotel Cheol rented out for the night. Lia says she’ll watch the house when we all know she’s just too lazy to tag along. You couldn’t stop by your place to get clothes because it was too dangerous and Cheol says he’ll just buy you a new wardrobe anyways.

The hotel is incredible for being in the middle of nowhere. Cheol made sure the two of you were in a room together and you made sure Seungkwan and Chan were forced to share a bed just to hear them bicker. It's only 9pm but you and Cheol are in bed watching a movie, but neither of you are paying attention. You don’t know if it's the adrenaline about tomorrow, but youre feeling extremely horny. It’s like Cheol can sense it because he offers to give you a massage to “relieve you from your stress”, but you both know where this is going. You lay on the bed in just your bra and panties. He starts with your back, actually massaging out the kinks, and moves to your things. His hands run a bit too close to your core but move down to your calves and then feet. He drags his hands across your whole body to your neck and down to your shoulders.

“Flip over for me” he whispers in your ear. You flip onto your back and look up at him. He looks so good in the dim yellow light coming from your bedside lamp. “Can I take your bra off?” he asks. You raise your chest and he takes off your bra, eyes zoning in on your chest and he groans. He pours more oil into his hands and massages your chest, gripping your nipples and twisting them. He moves down to your thighs and takes off your panties, running his hands across your thighs. His breathing picks up and he slides his hand over your core. He pushes your legs against your chest and rubs your thighs “accidentally” sliding his fingers across your core and eventually dipping in just to pull them right back out.

“Cheol give me more” you whine.

“Take what I give you baby” he says with a stern face.

“Yes, Daddy” you say and roll your eyes. He pulls you into a sitting position with a grip on your neck.

“Be careful with that word baby.” he says with a growl.

Of course he has a daddy kink you think to yourself as he pulls off his shirt. You deny that you also have one and Cheol’s energy just makes you want to call him it.

He shoves you back down and hovers over you looking you in your eyes before kissing you. He has one hand holding him up and slides the other one straight into your core feeling no resistance. He begins to move his fingers in and out of you and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You know, Having to see and hear you fuck the other guys killed me. You knew you were mine from the moment we met yet you wanted to play with me. Now it's my turn to play with you.”

He speeds up his thrust and gathers both of your hands in his free one sitting up on his knees.

“For everytime you fucked someone else since we met, and everytime they made you cum is how many times I’ll deny you. I want you crying and begging like a bitch in heat. So who did you fuck Y/N?”

You gulp, knowing you're in for a wild ride. “Only Chan and I technically didn’t fuck Mingyu.”

“Doesn’t matter, he still counts. But baby, is that it?”

“Yes” you lie trying to save yourself. He gives you a sweet smile and flips you over, spanking you hard.

“Try again”

“It was just them”

He spanks you twice. “Don’t lie to me baby, I hate liars.”

“Cheollll” you whine.

He spanks you three times even harder.

“Y/N, my patience is running thin.”

“I fucked hao” you whimper.

“There you go” he says and rubs your sore ass.

“Do you think you deserve a punishment for lying” he asks in a mocking tone.

“Yes, Daddy” He smiles hearing this and pulls you over his lap.

“Count to ten.”

After each spank you're getting wetter but tears are running down your face. He’s so strong each spank feels worse than the last and his hand is so big it covers almost all of your ass.

Once you get to ten he pulls you to sit in your lap and you bury your face into his neck, whimpering out a sweet “I’m sorry Daddy” making him chuckle.

“You did well, my good girl”

He tells you to slide up the bed and he lays down, pulling your legs so you're sitting on his face. He wastes no time diving in, sticking his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you while massaging your burning ass. You let out a loud moa, certain the other guys heard. Cheol wants you to moan more and moan louder, he wants everyone to know you and they can’t touch you anymore. He moves to your clit and sucks hard, spelling his name out on it, making you clench around nothing. He holds your hips in a tight grip, so you can’t move. You're so close to the edge and you start begging him to cum.

“Daddy, please let me cum,I’m sorry for fucking them, Please”

He throws you off your face and onto the bed. “This is for Chan.” he says. He pulls your legs open and takes out his cock. He doesn’t bother with a condom, already asking if you were clean a few days ago, and it’s not like he would be against getting you pregnant. He wants to claim you in every way he possibly can, the possessiveness leaking out of him. He thrusts into you all at once making you moan, he pins you down and begins thrusting at an inhuman rate, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. The stolen orgasm is quickly rebuilding and he can feel it. He speeds up until you start clenching and pulls out. You look at him with puppy dog eyes “Cheol please” you say as you start crying.

“You need to learn that you're mine, baby.”

He flips you over onto your knees and pulls your hips up aligning his dick with you and thrusting inside. He’s pounding you into the mattress and you can’t even speak. All you can do is moan and whimper a combination of his name and daddy. You feel like cumming again, but of course he knows and pulls out. Cheol is edging himself too but his pride won't let him break his word. “For your beloved Gyu Gyu” He flips you over and rubs your clit so slowly you feel like fighting back, but you know that will end worse for you. He slows down his pace and you start crying hysterically. You're so close all you need is a little more pressure, and he gives it to you. He rubs faster and faster and right as you're about to tip over his hand is gone. “For Hao” You snap, and sit up only to be pinned down by his hand. “Don’t try me baby, for your own sake I suggest you behave.”

He slides in between your legs and fucks you slowly in missionary. He intertwines your hands and looks into your eyes, giving you slow deep strokes.

“Say your mine” he pleads.

“I’m yours Cheol” you say looking him in the eye.

“I want you to mean it. I want you to be mine in every sense. I want it to only be me”

“I promise Cheol, I’m yours”

He kisses you and breaks it to whisper “Cum for me Y/N”

You cum and see stars. You feel like there are oceans flowing through you and there's nothing but white noise in your ears. You open your eyes to catch him mid orgasm, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he moans. You stare at your face and engrave this memory in your mind, cherishing it forever.

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The next morning you all gather in your room. San must've got in last night and apparently stayed with Chan, because they seem to be getting along well. Yeji already left early to meet with JYP, bringing Jun and Minghao along with her. You all go over the plan and head out to wait for your signal to attack. You're hearing Yeji and JYP’s conversation through a live feed and they just seem to be catching up. “Yeji, speed this up” Jeonghan says into her earpiece.

“Mr. Park, I’ve heard you're trying to find Y/N and kill her. I want to help you.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been waiting for my opportunity to get rid of her for ages. She's too much of a burden and I’ll make better money working with other clients.”

“Hmm. So where is she?”

“She’s hiding out with cheol here.” She gives him the location of one of the guy’s old houses in the forest.

“Is that so?”

‘Yes” Yeji says wearily.

“So why is she outside, waiting for you to cough into your elbow?”

“What the fuck.” you say in awe. “There's a traitor.” Everyone immediately looks at san who takes great offense to this.

“What the fuck? Guys I don’t need to betray anyone if I wanted to kill you guys you would already be dead.”

“That's fair, Vernon says.”

“Hao, Jun, where are you guys?”

Nothing.

Meanwhile, Yeji begins to yell.

“Get off of me, what the fuck. LIA? What is going on?”

Her earpiece is plucked from her ear and crushed. You all begin to panic knowing there must be guards surrounding you. Hoshi begins to drive like a mad man and bullets fly towards the car. One by one you jump out of the car in an attempt to spread out and lose their trail, hoshi jamming the gas pedal so the car will remain driving and jumping out last. You all run in different directions through the thick forest, being chased by guards. You see Jeonghan trying to fight off two guards at once and you run over to help him, snapping one man’s neck while Joenghan shoots the other. You pull him to his feet and continue running.

“We need to go get them”

“We need to regroup and form a plan” Joshua says suddenly appearing to your right.

“I’m not leaving them there to die.”

“He won't kill them, they're our leverage.”

“I’m not taking the chance” you say, and run towards the building seeing San, already making his way there. You all somehow meet in the middle of the forest, deciding it’s best to save your guns for the guards on the inside and just distract the ones outside. Apparently Jeonghan thinks of everything and presses a button on his phone that detonates one of the vans,drawing the guards attention,. Namjoons men show up at the perfect time, taking out all the guards on the outside letting you, san, cheol,wonwoo, hoshi, and seungkwan head inside while the rest stay out and keep watch. You begin to ascend the stairs with your guns out. You, hoshi and cheol got to the right while the others go the the left. It’s suspiciously quiet. You open a door and see Jun and Hao tied up and bloody, most likely beaten for information. Wonwoo quickly unties them and he and hoshi decide to bring them back outside. You and Cheol continue down the hallway hearing muffled yelling, presumably Yeji. You rush through the door without checking your surroundings and feeling the cool barrel of a gun pressed to your head.

“Lia, I always knew you were a fucking bitch.” you say.

Cheol didn’t enter the room, presumably trying to keep the element of surprise.

“I’m surprised your little boy toy cheol didn't come with you.”

“Don't talk about him” you grit out.

“Or what?” she says, cocking her gun.

You look at Yeji who already pulled her pocket knife out of her long sleeve. She’s always prepared for these kinds of things. No one thinks the nerdy computer girl would be almost as good of a killer as you. You keep Lia occupied while Yeji slowly cuts through her binds.

“Lia, I’ll actually kill your for breaking Chan’s heart”

“Oh please, he was just an easy fuck”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Y/N you’ve always been too trusting you know. You never thought it was weird I just randomly appeared in your life? I’ve been planning this for a long time; since we were trainees”

“What?”

“You never noticed me, always enticed with San. I wanted San to notice me. I deserved him and you only held him back, trying to make him settle down, stop killing when that's who he is. If he was with me we would be unstoppable.”

“San would never want a two faced cunt like you.”

“SHUT UP” she yells and presses the gun harder into you.

“I knew I had to get rid of you. I came running back to dear JYP with a plan. I help him kill Mr.Kim, he gains all his assets and he helps me get rid of you. But, you always manage to avoid death, but I’ve got you now.”

As she goes to pull the trigger, Yeji pounces knocking her to the floor and bashing her head into it. She was never one for clean deaths, so she keeps bashing her head until Lia’s skull cracks. For good measure she shoots her in the head.

“You can never be too safe” she shrugs, looking up to see San and Seungkwan at the doorway staring at her.

Seungkwan looks deeply disturbed, while san is giving her “Fuck me eyes”.

“This is San?” she asks and looks at you.

“Yea.”

“No wonder he had you wrapped around your finger” she says with a smile and he smirks.

“I’m Yeji, as you probably know”

“San” he says with a nod.

You look at them and smile, they already look half in love, but your smile quickly drops when you realize Cheol is missing. You dart out the room yelling for him but hear nothing. You begin to panic and tears fill your eyes. You should've focused on him more, You shouldn't have left him by himself. You hear muffled yelling down the hall and approach the room. The others are right behind you and you enter first, Instantly shooting the first guard you see and Seungkwan shoots the other two. You look at him with a proud smile, “I knew it” you say and he smiles. You all walk deeper into the room, seeing a small closet with cheol handcuffed to a chair and JYP holding a gun to his head. Your heart stops and you look at Cheol and he knows exactly what youre thinking. He’s not letting you die for him, He doesn;t care if he barely knows you, what he feels for you is incomparable to his feelings for any one else and he’ll be damnedif he loses you.

“Y/N, how nice of you to join us. The tasks is simple. I’ll take you, and they get their Leader back.”

“Ok” you say without hesitation and step forward but Yeji yanks you back.

“How about we get both of them and you fuck off” Yeji says making him aim his gun and shoot at her, completely missing. Seungkwan laughs, making him glare at him.”

“How about we talk this through?” San says.

What JYP doesn't see is Hoshi climbing through the window behind him like a spider, quietly dropping to his feet.

“Mr. Park, you know I always thought you were a ugly piece of shit, who deserves nothing. I hope your company burns” you say in contempt. He laughs and looks at you. “You know what? Deals off. I know this will hurt you more than I ever can” He pulls the trigger as soon as Hoshi pounces knocking his arm but the bullet still flies straight into Cheol’s chest. Your heart stops as you run to him, ignoring the chaos happening behind you. You pull his head up to see his eyes closed and his black shirt begin to get damp with his blood.You press your hand over the wound and begin to cry. The rage and sorrow you feel is unfathomable as Yeji, presses her hands over the wound with a cloth and you turn to jyp. San has him in a chokehold. You pull out a knife from your harness and look him in the eyes as you carve them out. He screams in agony and you stuff them down his throat, killing him. Behind you, you hear Cheol call for you. You drop the knife and run to him cradling his face in your hands. He looks at you and speaks, breaking your heart in the process.

“Baby, I don’t want to die. I want a life with you” he says as a tear runs down his cheek. You begin sobbing as Seungkwan and Hoshi lift Cheol and quickly carry him to the vans. As you drive you feel Cheol’s pulse weakening, you feel yourself falling with him’ knowing if anything happens to him, you might as well have died too. “I love you Cheol” you whisper to him, feeling his heart stop beating.

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You look at the tombstone in front of you. You can’t find the words to speak. “I fucking hate you, I trusted you and you do this to me?” you say with nothing but hatred in your heart.

It's been a year and a half since you killed jyp but it still feels like yesterday. Everyday is a challenge for you, but you keep pushing for Cheol. You know he wouldn’t want you to give up.

Hao and Jun were fine after a few weeks, the bruises and cracked ribs healing perfeclty. You lay down and look up at the sky.

“Sometimes I miss you, but sometimes I remember you would always lie and say I looked good when I clearly didn’t and I should’ve known from then you were a raging bitch-”

“Baby, we didn't come here for this,” Cheol says with a laugh.

“Your right”

“Anyways, Fuck you Lia, I hope you burn in hell” you say and get up, Cheol pulling you to stand up. He’s still recovering from the bullet, but he’s doing better than ever, except he’s missing a kidney but he’s fine. He throws his hand over your shoulder and begins walking back to the car, seeing Yeji and San making out like teenagers by the car. You both roll your eyes, but you stop when you feel water run down your legs. You both look down at your pregnant belly and back at Cheol. “It’s happening you say to him” and his eyes widened. “HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENIJG” he yells. You waddle back to the car and he helps you in. Yeji and San get in behind you as Cheol speeds to the hospital. Yeji texting in the group chat with the other guys “LITTLE CHEOL IS COMING THIS IS NOT A DRILL”. Text messages flood in as the guys say they're dropping everything and coming to the hospital. Your little boy is already so lucky to have 12 uncles full of love for him. You look at Cheol and feel nothing but happiness. He’s been life's greatest gift to you, and everyday you love him more and more. He was the venom that seeped through your veins and paralyzed you, yet you can’t quite seem to find the will to receive an antidote.

Tag list: @hooniewnderland , @nctiris

#seventeen smut #svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt smut #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #xu minghao #minghao smut #the8 smut #lee chan smut #dino smut #mingyu fanfic #mingyu smu

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bestie can u elaborate why don’t u like the barbie movie (i also don’t like it but i just love giving people the opportunity to be haters)

I feel like I should preface this response with several things:

I liked PARTS of the Barbie movie. Some of the messages in it were really good, and were delivered in a hilarious way. The pure love for humanity and LIFE was very evident and I loved Barbie’s arc. I also appreciated the underlying “redpill ideology is harmful and misleads men” message.

I knew Greta Gerwig was a white woman so I did not expect much in the way of intersectional feminism or even acknowledgment that white women are often the weakest link and tend to be 'class traitors' more than any other marginalized group, so that was not my issue with the movie

It's pretty! And bright! And colorful! It was FUN!

That being said… it did not sit well with me the more I thought about it.

My main problem with the Barbie movie is that it equates Barbieland with real life patriarchy and argues that both are equally bad, when that is demonstrably not true even as shown in the movie itself. When Barbie enters our world, she is sexually harassed, assaulted, and objectified. This is... not how the Kens are treated in Barbieland. They're just... ignored. That's it. The Barbies don't mistreat the Kens, and when Ken gets hurt in the beginning of the movie while beaching the Barbies all rush around him to get him medical attention and worry over him. The Barbies aren't cruel, and they certainly aren't treating the Kens as objects. They're just... ignoring them most of the time. And before someone brings up the Kens being homeless I'd like to add that, given their attempts to build a wall in the movie, there is certainly nothing STOPPING them from building their own homes. More than that: if it really bothered them so much why didn't they ask the construction Barbies for help with making one? I'm sure they would've said yes. There is literally nothing and no one stopping the Kens from making their own houses or having their own little Ken village because the Barbies DO NOT CARE what they do. At all.

The worst Barbieland offers men is being ignored by women. And that's not nice, sure. Hence why barbie apologized at the end. But the worst patriarchy offers women is being abused, raped, indoctrinated into patriarchal religions, and murdered by men. Those two things are not the same. So not only could this movie not commit to actually making a real matriarchy that is actually as bad as patriarchy (because don't get me wrong, I don't doubt that a matriarchy in actual practice would be bad y'all), it then argues that this fictional watered down version of a matriarchy is somehow the equivalent of the much more violent real world patriarchy as a ~warning~ to women's rights advocates to not get too carried away I guess? AND REACTIONARIES STILL CAME AWAY FROM THIS MOVIE THINKING BARBIELAND WAS JUST AS BAD AS PATRIARCHY AND BEING UPSET THAT BARBIELAND RETURNED UNDER BARBIE CONTROL (despite the movie's message that Kens were still going to get rights in Barbieland and would one day have the same rights women in our world have but I digress--) And then the reactionaries felt this movie was anti-Men???

So no. I don't like this movie. The fact that a lot of normie people walked away from this movie like "Yeah! It critiqued Matriarchy AND Patriarchy! It critiqued feminism and the red pill!" indicates to me that this movie failed. The premise of this movie was inherently flawed: that women ignoring men=matriarchy=just as bad as the violence and dehumanization of patriarchy. But more than that, the fact that so many agree with this premise concerns me, and suggests that misogyny is much more deeply rooted in the human consciousness than I had expected. If women merely ignoring men and living life without centering men is viewed as matriarchy, as misandry, as "just as bad" as patriarchy, then perhaps the advocacy for women's rights was always doomed.

Sorry to end this on such a downer btw

#ask #anon #barbie movie #barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie critical #feminism #womanism

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itsnothingofinterest · 4 months

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If I may get out one last post for the year, something I thought of when answering an ask recently is that I think I've got why I’m not getting behind the next generation of heroes surpassing their predecessors. The manga’s still trying to make those predecessors so inspiring and right in what they do that it’s stopped acknowledging the flaws that the students are supposed to be surpassing. Like, sure Hawks had his "contributions" to the 1st war; but the manga will still let him get a few cool one-liners off on AFO. He's still presented as someone for the kids like Tokoyami to aspire too. As a result, the students end up doing all the same things as those inspiring current pros would do instead of surpassing them.

I mean I recently saw it said that Deku was surpassing All Might by doing the one thing he couldn’t; saving Tomura. But did All Might not do that because he was incapable, or did he just…get forced into retirement first? We know he wanted to save Tomura. Do we really have reason to say he couldn’t besides not being given the opportunity, and if so, is that opportunity really the edge Deku has over All Might?

And Shoto and Endeavor both conclude their arcs trying to save Touya. They fail at this if you ask me but Shoto at least stops him from exploding…but his quirk is the only reason he manages that. That really ends up being the difference his contribution to the Todoroki finale has over his father's, he had an ice quirk to help cool Touya.

The students have even ended up participating in the really morally grey stuff we'd criticize the pros for, at least on the professional side; like using a hospital to hold Kurogiri, brainwashing Machia, and Deku still seems the only one who wasn't trying to murder Tomura in the Sky Coffin. And they get the same justifications of “but this villain’s so dangerous” and “the greater good” thrown around for them like when the current pros got criticized for doing stuff like this. Which tracks when, like I said, those criticisms didn't stop Endeavor from being shown as a good guy or Hawks from getting a cool one-liner or two off on AFO. Why would Class 1A avoid being like this?

There’s just not a lot of sense of actual improvement going around, I'm finding; the kids are only doing marginally better because the story lets them in this instance (and often in ways not replicable or applicable to their future heroics: I don't think Ochako can date every Toga Himiko-type she'll come across after all. So they're not beating any "treating the League as one-time exceptions" allegations either). Otherwise, they act exactly the same; Deku does what AM would do and (baring Ochako) the rest of the kids do what any general pro hero would do in their circumstance. In the end it leaves me feeling like instead of surpassing the pros, they’re simply ending up standing by their side as equals ready to be the next verse, same as the first. Everything will go back to normal, good and bad, including everything that brought us here in the first place.

It's like the series is now going "C'mon, the old pros weren't so bad, right? All Might wasn't so bad, right?" And strictly speaking that's even correct, All Might wasn't bad. In fact as I went over in that ask, he was frankly the best; the best any hero could ever be. It makes sense how Deku struggles with surpassing him in terms of behaviour while striving the same goals the same way. But All Might also wasn't enough. So if Deku's just acting as an extension rather than an improvement, I don't think he'll be enough either.

And I guess that’s the main problem I’m hoping gets addressed by this series in the new year (or if my part two theory comes true, then in the years to come after Hori takes a long break).

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linkspooky · 11 months

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first of all i'd like to thank you for your incredible analyses, i always look forward to reading them!

my question is, what do you think might be the reason behind gojo's outfit resembling toji's as he goes on to fight sukuna who is possessing megumi's body? (my apologies if you've already answered an ask similar to this)

have a good day/night!

Yes, I think there is a reason for Gege drawing Gojo in Toji's outfit. They are character foils, both considered the peak of their respective sorcery, Toji the peak of physical ability, and Gojo with using cursed energy. Despite being nearly equals they represent positions in the world, Gojo is the golden child of all of sorcerer society, whereas Toji is the scapegoat of the Zen'in who was kicked out only to return to burn the whole village down.

Which is where they are similar as well, they've both had their whole lives defined by the abusive sorcerer system they are stuck in. Gege draws visual parallels to Toji for characters like Megumi and Maki who are affected by this cycle.

Toji is both victim and perpetrator. His actions towards Megumi make him another link in the chain. When Tengen talks about the chain of events that led to Kenjaku sealing GOjo away, he names Toji as the start of that chain.

Toji was abused his entire life until he lost his ability to believe in his own goodness. Then he discarded his pride and began to kill for money he gambled away anyway. He took a job to kill a girl and shot her in front of Geto Suguru. The sheer injustice of the action broke Geto, who began to look down on non-sorcerers because of that. Which eventually led to his downfall at Gojo's hands years later, and Kenjaku stealing his body.

Each of these players was a victim of violence who then went on to go perpetuate violence against others. Tegen even uses chains while discussing on how he destroyed the future.

Toji's feelings towards Megumi are complex, but he's also an adult abuser. He was victimized by the toxic masculinity of both the Zen'in Clan, and sorcerer society as a whole, and his personality became formed around that toxic image of strength. He's used as a symbol when other characters act like him at their most violent moments. When they choose to continue the cycle of violence. Megumi looks exactly like Toji, something Gojo even comments on this chapter. Whenever Megumi is indulging in his more violent side, he's drawn to look like Toji.

Megumi is paralleld to Toji time and time again to indicate that Megumi is not mentally well. He is still caught up in this cycle of abuse. Whenever he's pushed a little bit in combat he indulges in his more violent side, he easily justifies murder (Megumi: Unlike Yuji I"m totally willing to kill people in the Culling Gage), and on top of that he's passively suicidal at times. This is not the behavior of a well-adjusted kid. Which is why the cycle is a cycle you can at the same time be a victim of violence and perpetuate violence.

Recently when Sukuna emerges from the bath while possessing Megumi's body, his hair is even drawn like Toji's.

The bath who's purpose is to make Megumi be near evil, and completely submerge his soul. Toji is not a good role model, guys. If anything the paralleling of Gojo and Toji's outfits is to show that the way Gojo treated Megumi isn't really that different from Toji.

Gojo appeared on the doorstep of a vulnerable child who had no adult guardian to take care of them, and rather than help that child only saw an opportunity to recruit someone for his child army he plans to overthrow the elders with. It's questionable whether or not Gojo even realizes this is abuse, because he is just doing what was done to him.

Megumi was born with an incredibly powerful technique like Gojo, so I'm sure in GOjo's mind the best thing he can do is to bring out Megumi's full potential as a sorcerer. Gojo doesn't see the option of just letting Megumi live a normal life or have a normal childhood because that wasn't an option for him.

Considering the death of Tsumiki, Gojo's basically failed Megumi in every way that counts TO MEGUMI. After all, the only reason Megumi decided to go with Gojo, is because he thought Tsumiki had a chance of happiness that way. Megumi did everything Gojo asked of him, he let Gojo raise him as a sorcerer for all those years, only for Tsumiki to end up dead in the end.

Gojo also in his own mind takes the blame for what happened to Yaga because it happened while he was sealed away, so he might even be aware of the fact he has failed Megumi.

So dressing up Gojo as Toji is an easy visual indicator that Gojo while he wants to break away from the cycle that harms children, is still very much a part of this cycle of abuse. While Gojo never acted as a father figure to Megumi, he was still an adult mentor that was involved in his life and yet never treated him like a child that needed to be protected. In fact, he sort of just exploited the fact that Megumi "owed him".

Gojo had a real chance to break the cycle of violence when he took in Megumi, the son of a man who harmed both him and Geto so severely. Yet, the cycle remains unbroken because Gojo's yet another adult figure in Megumi's life who failed to take care of him. Now we're at the end result of that, Gojo's got no qualms with beating the tar out of his body while possessed with Sukuna. Because Gojo may care about Megumi, but there's always been something else more important than Megumi's well being and individual needs. Megumi was a tool for Gojo's reform for society first, before he was a child.

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gravehags · 8 months

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unraveling a stitch

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: Teen

Tags: mushy gushy feelings, first meetings, Imperator serving cunt, reader thinks she's going to be murdered, ministry backstory

Words: 1,981

Summary: This is the weirdest job interview you've ever had.

a/n: ok this ended up being like 1,500 words of conversation between reader and Sister Imperator but one thing about me is I'm a bitch who loves backstory so

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To say you are nervous would be putting it extremely fucking lightly.

You’re sitting in the back of a car - a very nice car at that - and being driven out to somewhere in the middle of the countryside. Idly, you hope that Sister Imperator isn’t actually some kind of serial killer. She seemed nice enough on the…what was the system they used? Doom call? The preliminary interview went well, you thought. You had managed to succinctly answer all of the questions the older woman had thrown your way, surprising even yourself with the calmness in your voice. So impressed was she by you that she asked you fly out - fucking fly out - to visit her at what she deemed “The Abbey.” When she emailed you a ticket confirmation later that night, you were stunned.

And now, here you are.

You had left the airport about an hour ago, meeting up with the large man who stood stoically in the arrivals area with a small sign bearing your name. The driver has remained silent the entire drive, but every once in a while you catch him glancing at you in the rearview mirror. When you crest a hill and descend into a forested valley you gasp audibly at the sight. A vast collection of stone structures - probably the size of a university - sit within the trees. You gaze out the window with your jaw dropped as you drive through a multitude of well-manicured lawns and gardens towards an enormous gate, which opens as the car approaches. The driver pulls in and continues down a long driveway up to a large wooden door.

Oh shit, you think, this is happening.

Panicked, you adjust your hair and straighten your skirt before clambering out of the car. You turn to thank the driver but he’s already gone. Weird.

“Welcome,” a warm female voice says from behind you. The woman from your interview, Sister Imperator, stands in the doorway and for the first time you’re finally able to get a good look at her. She’s a handsome woman, her grey hair in a neat bun, wearing a suit. Very prim and proper, you think, until your gaze turns downwards and you see the electric red stilettos on her feet.

Oh work, grandma.

You smile and look back up at her, meeting her incisive gaze. You can imagine what she was like in her youth - hell maybe what she’s like now - and the men she’s cut down to size.

“Hello, Sister,” you say, extending your hand for her, which she takes in both of hers. “Thank you for having me.”

She steps sideways and gestures for you to enter the impressive stone building. When you walk in your jaw drops at the gorgeous stained glass that illuminates the space with bouncing colors.

“Wow,” you say, slowly turning in a circle to drink everything in.

“I’m pleased you like it,” she says with a small smile, guiding you down the hall, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy many things the Abbey has to offer.”

The walk to her office is quiet, punctuated by the crisp snap of her heels on the marble floor. Your little black heeled witch boots, which you had thought were quite chic, pale in comparison. After climbing a flight of stairs you reach a solid door at the end of a hallway, which she opens for you. The room inside is equally as impressive as the rest of the Abbey, with high ceilings and large windows that look upon a green little courtyard. She takes a seat behind the large desk and gestures for you to take yours, which you do with some anxiety.

“Thank you for this opportunity,” you say, fingers tangling in your lap.

She smiles again. “Of course, dear. I will be blunt with you, I may have misled you regarding this interview and indeed…about this job.”

Your own smile slowly drops, as does your stomach.

“What,” you begin nervously, eyes darting around the room, “what do you mean by that?”

Shit, shit, shit. You really were fucking stupid, just agreeing to come out here to the middle of nowhere to meet a woman you’ve met once over the fucking internet. Your mind reels back to the serial killer thought you had earlier and you’re convinced you’re going to die here and this woman is going to bury you under a topiary.

She must see the panic in your eyes because she holds up her hands in an assuaging gesture. “You’re perfectly safe, I apologize for my ominous wording. What I mean to say is the nature of this collection is quite…sensitive. As is our organization who holds it.”

Your shoulders drop from their tense fight-or-flight position and you sigh. You feel silly as you clear your throat.

“Er…what exactly is this organization? You call it the Abbey and you carry the title of Sister…is this some sort of religious institution?”

“Yes,” she begins slowly, eyeing you cautiously, “ah, if I may ask…do you hold any religious beliefs? I apologize for the intrusive nature of this question but it is relevant.”

“Oh, um. I don’t,” you say, slightly hushed, “I’m sorry, I’m not Catholic or a believer of…well anything really.”

You’re taken aback when she sighs in relief.

“Oh good,” she says, steepling her fingers. Good?

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” you say after a beat, confused. “You want someone who isn’t religious to care for your collection?”

“Let’s just say we want someone more ah…open minded.”

You’re growing frustrated with the way she’s dancing around the truth and you frown.

“Sister Imperator, I don’t mean to be blunt but can you please just tell me what it is you do here?”

Her lip curls into a wry half-smile, clearly pleasantly surprised by your directness.

“The Ministry,” she begins, “represents those devoted to the cult of the Olde One. We are as old an institution as the Catholic Church yet far more…subtle in our ways. Out of necessity, you understand.”

Your jaw drops a little.

“You’re Satanists?” It’s more of a statement than a question and she’s pleased you’ve put two and two together.

“Indeed. We’re a small but mighty group that is spread throughout the world. This location,” she gestures to the walls around her, “is like our Vatican. Our collection here is that of Satanic art throughout history and requires someone with a special understanding of our church but most of all a level of education and expertise that many here lack.”

You’re stunned. You had no idea these people existed beyond individual belief systems and teenagers rebelling against their parents.

“If this is your Vatican,” you begin slowly, “does that mean you have a pope?”

Sister Imperator lets out a dry little laugh.

“All in good time, my dear. But first I must tell you, this ‘interview’ is entirely a formality. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve had the job since we ended that call.”

Your shock and wonder rapidly turns into joy as a grin splits your features. You fucking did it.

“Oh my God,” you blurt out, “wait, sorry. Is that offensive?”

When the sister snorts out a far more genuine laugh this time, you beam at her.

“Does this mean you accept the position?”

“Yes,” you say a little too quickly. The opportunity to work with an art collection held by fucking Satanists has you spinning. “Absolutely.”

“Wonderful,” she says, clapping her hands together and standing. “We’ll sort out the details of your employment and your move to the Abbey later but for now there is someone I would like you to meet.”

You dutifully follow her out of her office, practically floating as she leads you down the hall and down the stairs. You exit onto an open-air cloister and you encounter the first people other than the sister and the driver you’ve seen here. People of all genders in black habits of all styles - some very racy, you notice with a blush - congregate and walk down the halls. Sister Imperator leads you through and you notice the way they shy away from her in either deference or fear. It’s hard to say which.

She stops at a closed door and waves a hand towards it.

“This will be your office,” she says lightly, “it once belonged to our dear departed Cardinal von Shreck who was previously in charge of our collection. His work, however, fell to the wayside in recent years with his declining health. You will be inheriting quite a mess of paperwork from him, I’m afraid.”

You shrug.

“I’ve had worse,” you respond and Imperator continues down the hall and makes a left. The Abbey is massive, you think, much larger than you previously thought. Once again she stops at a door and gives you a brief smile before knocking.

“Entrare!” comes a muffled voice, and she pushes the door open.

The room is cozy but beautiful, filled with books and papers. But that’s not what draws your eye.

Making his way towards you and the sister from behind the desk is a man. He wears a vivid red cassock with an unusual bejeweled symbol you make a note to ask Sister Imperator about later. On his head is an angular hat and you smile at how it looks like he’s wearing horns. He’s not tall, but he still makes for a surprisingly commanding presence when he moves before you. Now that he’s closer you can better see the rest of him - his startling mismatched eyes surrounded by black paint, his swept back brown hair littered with silver, the pristine sideburns, his large, straight nose and the neat little mustache underneath it. Everything about him is charming, you think. Even dashing.

And then you realize you’re staring.

Imperator notices and gives you a peculiar look.

“This is Cardinal Copia,” she finally announces, “you will be consulting with him as you work with our collection.”

Cardinal, you think. Wow.

“Your Eminence,” you say, extending your hand. Sister Imperator smirks at the title and Copia blushes. Not missing a beat, he takes your bare hand in one of his gloved ones and lifts it to his mouth to place a slightly damp kiss on the back. His black lipstick leaves a little mark on you and you feel a flutter in your belly.

“No ‘Eminence’, signorina,” he finally speaks, his voice filled with nervous energy, “Simply Copia.”

You beam at him, you can’t help yourself, there's just something about him that makes you feel warm and mushy inside. He’s barely spoken half a dozen words and already you know that there’s something special about this man.

“Poor von Shreck,” Copia says, wringing his hands, “we lament his loss, but I am glad to see that Sister has found such an excellent replacement. And such a lovely one at that.”

He looks stricken with fear as soon as the words leave his mouth and you flush from head to toe.

“I’ve heard he’s left behind quite a bit of work, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tackle it, especially with your help.” Your smile is encouraging and he seems to relax a little under your kind gaze.

“Indeed. I am at your service, signorina,” he says with a little bow that makes you giggle. Clearly having reached her limit of the two of you interacting, Imperator places a hand on your shoulder to guide you out.

“I’ll see you soon, Cardinal,” you say with a little wave as the sister steers you out of his office. He gives a little wave back and you find that after the door shuts you miss his presence already. Imperator eyes the goofy smile on your face shrewdly before starting back down the hallway to her office. You follow, feeling as if butterflies are ricocheting off the inside of your stomach.

Cardinal Copia, you think. What a lovely man.

#cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia #copia #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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utilitycaster · 2 years

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Hi! I'm sorry if you've already talked about this, but I was wondering what your thoughts were on Caleb's becoming a professor at the Soltryce Academy? As compared to what some fans thought he would do (going rogue and taking down Cerberus Assembly)

Hi anon,

I don't know if I've talked about this, and I don't think I have at length if I did, so I'd like to thank you for asking me and providing the opportunity for the rant below. If you were simply looking for a brief answer that is only about Caleb, then I do have to ask whether you are familiar with this blog and my whole deal. But also the brief answer is "I think it's beautiful that Caleb carves out a place for himself that harkens back to his childhood dreams, in a world he once thought he would have to remake entirely in order to ever feel at home. The idea that this is somehow a failure, and that the secret good ending is him turning into Batman or perhaps a moderately sympathetic Agatha Christie villain seems unfathomable if you are not stupid and lack all media literacy. Unfortunately being an idiot with no media literacy is somewhat in vogue these days. In this essay I will - "

(and here's the essay)

The ending of Campaign Two felt horribly abrupt when announced: I was among the people who thought so, and who thought so loudly. Yet it finished, after a marathon session, with an ending that, at every turn, showed how profoundly the cast cared about and understood the arcs of the characters they had built and the story that they had told. They truly did, as the advice Brennan repeated recently goes, surprise us with the inevitable. I would not change a thing.

Caleb Widogast, like any good character, was more than the sum of his parts. Yes, he was a sensitive portrayal of a character who had undergone traumatic child abuse and who still was dealing with the aftermath. Yes, he was an equally sensitive portrayal of someone who is primarily speaking in one's second language. Yes, he was a wizard, which rules, and bisexual, which also rules, and he had a magic cat and a great sense of humor. But most of all Caleb was the realization of a coherent goal that was deeply tied into the setting not just of D&D 5e but of Exandria, of Wildemount, of Zemni Fields, and of the Soltryce Academy.

He was once a young man who dreamed of something better and who had a gift for the arcane, and he managed, so he thought, to find a way to rise above his humble origins. His dream was to become a teacher. Trent had other plans, you know the rest, and he woke up in his late 20s, a fugitive, with the magic powers he'd had in his mid-teens, and a life he felt he had nigh irrevocably destroyed. For a time, he lived mostly not because he wished to be alive, but because he felt his death would not serve his goal: his moonshot, to undo the mess he'd made of his past. Along the way, he met a goblin, and then he met a few people more. He started to laugh again, and to become more powerful, and encounter new ideas, and fall in love, and inch by inch, begin to heal - all without yet undoing his parents' death. He made arcane breakthroughs that had nothing to do with altering time and all to do with helping his closest friend. He tentatively found that there were other wizards he could trust, and learn from, and perhaps even care for.

And also, along that path, he learned there were others who pursued secrets about time, and possibility; there were wizards he could not trust but from whom he might have been able to learn. And he sometimes chose not to do so, because somewhere along the line, the plan changed. I don't think Caleb even realized it had until he was faced with his chance. It is worth noting that Caleb's murderous rampage through Vergesson Sanatorium, and his decision to leave Trent Ikithon alive, were separated by no more than a week.

Caleb did not end the campaign fully healed. That's not how this works; that's not even a meaningful or measurable statement. But he did end the campaign having told himself, inch by inch, that moving forward cannot happen while also moving backward. He let go of so many things, recognized they were not to be, and then he finally stood in a room with Essek with an ancient machine that said "you can do it. You can have what you've wanted for so long." And Caleb had planned this, planned it carefully, no paradoxes for him, just his parents living a quiet life half a world away, and he could have done it. In a way, it would have felt inevitable too. And he hears Essek say "Will you do it? I will help you." And he hears Essek say "But I accept my regrets, my thoughts now, and I'm here today with this knowledge, in this moment with you, because of those mistakes." And he hears himself say "Because you're not my cat. My cat is dead." And he sees himself with Frumpkin around his shoulders like a scarf in the tiny hut in the middle of the tundra. And he hears himself say "Yeah, he's always been one to control narrative. And that is a big part of holding onto power, controlling narrative." And he drags some dust up his arm, and disintegrates everything in the room, and burns what's left.

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My brother works in a middle school (I promise this is relevant). My brother is also an openly gay man with rainbows plastered prominently on various laptop and backpack surfaces. As one might guess, he's had multiple kids come out to him. I think about this when I think about what Caleb said, about how, when the guard changes, will he and Astrid "mangle more children to feed the fields of Wynandir." And I think about what it means to the Assembly, who we know benefited from Trent's actions, who in some cases were well aware of them, to not only have one of his former victims among their number, but to have one in the very school they used to recruit. What it means that both these people publicly gave testimony. What it means to the Soltryce Academy students that there's a teacher they know will believe them.

Caleb has already struck down what he needed to of the Cerberus Assembly.

It's simple. Sometimes happiness looks like a return. Sometimes happiness looks like a boat heading towards the horizon. Sometimes happiness looks like a place to rest. And I think that it's not out of the question to say that to some, happiness does come after a righteous round of revenge. But does not look like that for Caleb, and what's more, while he took the whole campaign to discover how it might look for him - to even believe that it was a thing he could still perceive and one day have - it never, at any point, did.

#did i go perilously close to You Are Jeff by Richard Siken in one portion of this essay? yes.#did I hold myself back from writing parallel essays about the other 6 long term members of the nein? yes.#critical role #caleb widogast #oh the paragraph about destroying the t-dock: direct references to c2 episodes 141 130 120 110 and 141 again in that order #long post

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We've Never Met

CW/TW: Violence, stalking, manipulation, amnesia/memory loss, minor character death, harassment, police mismanagement, eventual smut.

Pairing: Danny "Jed Olson" Johnson X F!Reader

Tags will be updated as needed.

Summary: They called you the "Miracle of Lily Lake" after you woke up from your month-long coma. You were alive after a brutal attack on New Years by a vicious killer that had targeted the residents of the sleepy town of Lily Lake, Texas. They say it's a blessing not to remember what happened that night. After several futile attempts to aid authorities, and countless therapy sessions that ended equally fruitless, you concede to the loss of your memory. Maybe it is better that you don't remember. He's gone after all. After you were found, there were no other murders that followed. It ended with you.

It was time for a change. Lily Lake held the remains of a life you could hardly return to. No one knew how to treat you, everyone wanted to be the one to wrestle a memory out of you. When the opportunity arises for a fresh start you welcome it with open arms and make your way to sunny Florida to give yourself a chance at a normal life.

Lily Lake was too much of a close call for Danny. The bitch totally went off script. It was time to ditch Texas. People were far too neighborly, and these state troopers hid in the long stretches of uninhabited land like lions in tall grass. Nope, fuck that.

Danny has started over in Roseville, Florida and everything is going peachy-fucking-keen. His job at the paper allows him to have one hand on the crime and the other on the reporting. Everything is coming up Danny in his new habitat, until he spots a far too familiar face, back from the dead and slinging coffee in his favorite coffee house. What the fuck?

A/N: Before you begin I would like to thank y'all for the support. When I say I'm rusty, I'm rusted, sat unused in a shed rusty. I will try to be diligent about tagging, but please don't hesitate to bring up anything you'd like tagged. I hope y'all enjoy. This chapter is pretty much all exposition, but we're getting to the meat soon. BIG HUGE FAT THANKS to @mamamemequeen for feeding me with inspo and reading this first. The title and this story is inspired by the Neko Case song of the same name. Listen to Neko. She will change your life.

We've Never Met

February 1991

The cold chill of a soul snakes its way up the breathing tube into your lungs. With a lightning rod of pain electrifying your senses from within, this is what it feels like to be born. But there are no awakening cries from you, only a blearily shifting gaze that seeks to make sense of the blurs and sounds that are developing around you. As the soft edges harden into complete shapes, you pick up on the chorus of bell tones and chimes that heralded your arrival into this room. The world seemed to form beneath your weight that felt at once painfully dense and nearly ephemeral. While your senses flickered to life, your mind began to take stock of the room you found yourself in.

Your eyes scanned the clean, clean room. The blinds have been drawn closed but thin ribbons of light streamed into the room. The realization that you were in a hospital room hit at the same time as your throat felt the tube hitting its walls. The panic at the sudden awareness of your senses made your heart race. With a chorus of bells, two nurses burst into the room. There was a moment before they rushed to help you where they seemed to be just as shocked as you were to be in that room.

What followed was a stream of questions that made you feel like an alien being interrogated after landing on Earth. Every answer you gave seemed to disappoint and prompt another question. After your back and forth with representatives from Earth you were left alone in the clean room for some time. You could hear excited chatter outside the door. Through the windows you could see the scrambling, scattering movements of the team of nurses that were previously fussing over you. They dispersed like a swarm of insects would under the flash of a sudden light. The moment of peace that followed was punctuated with an encroaching feeling of dread, but you couldn’t exactly place where it was coming from. As it stood, finding out the source of your anxiety was the least of your concern when your body felt like the meat had been wrenched from the bone and put back together in the wrong places. The dim light still felt like it shone too bright. You looked down at your arms to find them littered with cuts and bruises in the places not covered by a cast. The more you looked at them, the less you felt certain that they truly were your arms.

Did your arms always look like this? Underneath the injuries, did they always look like that? What did your arms look like before? Before? Before what exactly? Something had to happen. If it did, and it most certainly did, you had to remember. You would remember, right? You could not possibly forget something that made you feel as though you were turned inside out. But where was the memory? Your mind desperately tried to grab at nothing. You tried to refer back to a blank space in your head. There was nothing to pull from. There was nothing but the clues of your wounds to make sense of. The click of the door being opened broke you from your steady spiral.

You looked up to see three men eyeing you with what looked like a mix of reverence and trepidation. The man in the clean white coat, the doctor, walked ahead of the two other men. He wore a warm smile and spoke in a measured, reassuring tone.

“(Y/N), my name is Dr. Ortiz. I’m very glad to see you awake. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, I’m ok.” The pleasantry rolled off your tongue without thinking. No, definitely not ok. “I’m not, I mean-” you took a moment to process what exactly you wanted to say to this doctor. Of the millions of questions racing through your head, none came to mind. Each complaint and doubt that bubbled in your mind died in your throat. You stared blankly at the doctor hoping he could look at you and just know, as a doctor, what was wrong with you and how to fix it.

“It’s ok, you must have a lot of questions, and we’re here to help.” Though you felt a bit more at ease at the warm reassurance from the doctor, that nagging dread kept ebbing in from the corners of your eyes. The doctor turned to his left and gestured to the man closest to him. “This is Detective Keller,” the detective responded by flashing a tight smile that did not reach his eyes. “And this is Lieutenant Garza,” the doctor gestured to the man on the detective’s left who opted to sport the same rigid smile while eyeing you closely. The doctor pulled a chart by your bed and flipped through the pages before exhaling a breath he didn’t seem to know he was holding. “What is the last thing that you remember?”

Well fuck.

Your mind went back to grasping at unseen straws. You had memories. You knew the sky was up, the ground was down. You… worked. Yeah, you worked, you had a job. At… somewhere. You remember your mom, her yelling at you before a winter dance your sophomore year of high school, her making you an easter basket of alcohol when you turned 21. What was in between? You remember drinking coffee with your sister when she bought that fancy espresso machine. That machine, she bought it with her bonus money. She got a bonus because… what did she do? She sold stuff? No, she wrote something? Advertising! She wrote copy, and she’s really good, and that year your old jeep broke down on the highway and you called your sister scream-crying about how much you loved her and how scared you were. Right, you loved rides in that thing. The Jeep. You remember going inside the car while it was raining hard. There was something wrong. It smelled wrong. Strong cologne, a presence you can taste. But there was nothing after or before. When did that happen? You held loose pieces that weren’t enough to give a satisfactory answer.

“I remember things, like my family and stuff. I don’t remember how I got here, if that’s what you meant.”

The men exchanged looks, a whole conversation had before you with eyes only.

“(Y/N), we know this is probably all very confusing, and we will answer any questions you have about what I’m going to tell you,” the detective inched closer. His tone was soft, but his face remained cold and speculative. “You were attacked in a home you were housesitting. We believe it was an assailant that we suspect is tied to a string of break-ins and murders around Lily Lake. What we know is that there was a struggle starting on the ground floor that moved to the second floor balcony. Is any of this sounding familiar? Any details you remember?”

Attacked. Assailant. Murders. Struggle. Balcony. Nothing.

“I was housesitting? For who?”

The men exchanged looks again. Silent disappointment shared between them.

“Kenneth and Delilah McGary. They told us you’ve house-sat for them before. We have reason to believe that you were not the intended target for this attack. Mrs. McGary had reported strange, threatening phone calls in the days leading up to the attack. The McGary’s believed that Delilah McGary was being targeted so they decided to make a sudden trip to the in-laws for the new year out of fear for her safety.” The lieutenant finally spoke up.

The names did not sound familiar, nor did any of the details that they claimed you lived through. Still, you felt a tug of resentment knowing that it shouldn’t have been you. It should be whoever Delilah McGary was. She should be the one that is lying broken in this bed. She should be the one trying to piece together her life. There were no words that would properly translate the rage you felt towards a woman you at one point knew, and the person that wanted to kill her. The person that existed in the shadows of your memory, sheltered in the dread of whatever it was that you lived through. Instead of words, a blur of tears muddled your vision before falling freely down your cheeks.

The men spoke in their silent language for a moment before the lieutenant took a seat by your bedside. “This is a lot. I know.” Lieutenant Garza’s face broke from its neutral demeanor to shift to a weary gaze. You hate the look of pity he gives you. “But if there is anything, anything at all, that you recall from that night. No matter how insignificant it may seem. Any stray detail you may remember. It’s ok if nothing comes up now-” you cut him off.

“The new year- you said it was the new year. When it happened, I mean.” You couldn’t remember the holidays. Who had you spent them with? Why did thinking about the new year make the hairs on the back of your neck rise and make you feel as though your brain would come to a head through your skull and spill out.

10…9…8…

“Yes, we believe that the perpetrator used the commotion of all the fireworks and parties on the block to cover his attack.”

Right. The fireworks. 7…6…5…

“Thankfully you had been found not too long after midnight after a neighbor happened to see you on the ground from their second floor window following your fall off the balcony.”

The fireworks. The balcony. The fireworks. The balcony.

“The witness had said that she had seen you holding onto something, possibly a hood or a type of mask, but we were not able to find what she saw. Maybe the perp retrieved it before fleeing the scene?”

4…3…2…

Balcony. Fireworks. Mask. Balcony. Fireworks. Mask. Balcony. Fireworks… that smell. Someone on the block had started their fireworks early. It scared me, but at that moment I felt something else. I smelled it first, that overwhelming presence. Cologne, just like the one in the jeep.

”New Years alone and nothing to do...”

1…

“Poor bunny.”

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