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fangswbenefits · 11 months

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Gentle

Summary: Miguel shows you how gentle he can be during your pregnancy and how worthy you are of it.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Gentle pregnancy sex. Some fluffiness. Reader is a bit insecure about her body. Body worship. Implied lactation kink. Creampie.

“Don’t hide from me.”

His words hit you all at once as you lay on your bed, covering your breasts. Miguel hovered on top of you, propped slightly on his elbow to the side , giving your growing bump some room.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes met his in the darkness of the room, the red tint of bis iris barely visible. He dragged a a finger across your jaw and tilted your head gently to fully face him.

“I don’t want you to hide from me. Ever.”

His whispered reassurance had your heart skip a beat, so you slowly allowed both your arms to slip and fall flat along your body.

His loos turned faintly and he pressed the softest kiss to your cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

You scoffed. “You’re just saying that… I’m all swollen and…”

He pressed another kiss, but to the corner of your lips, effectively shutting you up.

“How can you even doubt my devotion to you,” he asked, voice hinting with hurt. “You’re carrying our child and I absolutely adore you,” he then grabbed one of your limp hands and brought to touch him.

“Do you need more proof than this?” he asked as you felt the familiar outline of his hardening cock.

Point taken.

Your gaze faltered and you broke eye contact, feeling the unmistakable grip of embarrassment. It was only natural for someone to be loving their pregnant partner, but the insecurity still slipped from the cracks of your forced confidence.

He began pressing soft kisses along your jawline, down your neck, taking his sweet time worshipping your breasts.

Your other hand came to his hair, fingers threading through it, feeling nothing but overwhelming love for him.

“I can’t wait to taste more of you,” he whispered as he pulled one sensitive nipple in between his teeth, before wrapping his warm lips around it, sucking softly.

Pregnancy had taken a toll on your sex drive as of late, but you felt as though all the repression and insecurity had washed away and were replaced with the sweet tingles of desire.

A soft moan parted your lips, as you caressed the back of his neck, urging him to carry on.

“You’re so good for me…” you whispered.

It hadn’t always been like this. Miguel had to fight several demons to fully allow someone else into his life again. It had been a tough journey for both of you, but as he lay by your side, amidst praise and adoration, you couldn’t help the smile that settled on your lips.

He managed to tear himself away from your hardened nipple, making his way further down, his cock slipping away from your touch, as he kissed your tummy.

The baby kicked faintly and you chuckled.

“Yes, papá is taking care of her,” he whispered sweetly against your skin.

Once he reached the hem of your panties, you shuddered under his touch.

“Do you want me to continue?”

Did you?

Your belly was in the way of a glorious sight, and you suddenly felt self-conscious, but your throbbing clit yearned for more attention.

“Can you…” your voice trailed off, a sudden lump forming in your throat.

“Can I…”

You exhaled slowly, biting your lip. “Please fuck me?”

As soon as those words left your mouth, you immediately mentally slapped yourself at how cringe it had sounded, but Miguel seemed to disagree.

With dexterity that only practice could provide, he dragged your panties along your thighs, before tossing them aside, positioning himself in between your legs.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

You nodded, not doubting him for a second.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, lifting hour legs to rest on his shoulders, granting him easier access.

“Yes,” you mumbled, heart thumping fast in anticipation.

He planted a couple open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, placing his large hands on your belly, earning a few more kicks.

“Miguel… please…” the desire was almost unbearable, and your body was more than ready to accommodate him.

Some of your wetness had began to slip out as you eagerly awaited for him, swollen clit throbbing in between your soaked folds.

You soon felt the blunt tip of his cock pressed at your entrance, and then he was pushing inside. You choked out a gasp and grabbed a fistful of sheets, as he continued slipping deeper and deeper.

Miguel stilled momentarily as he adjusted to the sudden squeeze, breathing hard whole he touched, nipped and kissed the tender flesh of your thighs until uncontrollable moans tore through your throat.

“I’m not lasting long…”

You replied with a squeeze, knowing fully well you were on the same boat as him.

His thrusts were paced deliberately slowly, and you could tell he was holding back from the deep breath he took, making you aware he was struggling to control himself.

Needing to feel him closer, you parted your legs, allowing them to slide off his shoulders, and he immediately seized the opportunity to position himself further into you, burying his cock fully inside.

His thumb brushed at your clit, and you bucked your hips into his instinctively, moans spilling from you as he rubbed small gentle and studied circles on it.

You wanted to use your words to tease him, but the overwhelming sensation rendered you silent at once, as you squeezed around him.

Then he leaned forward, pressing more kisses across your belly, cradling it with both hands, his pace faltering slightly.

The sight of him fully embracing your body was a sure way to turn your insides into the familiar knots of pleasure.

“You’re mine… just mine…” he kept repeating like a broken prayer. “So sweet… so…”

You reached your peak first, trying to swallow your own groans, desperately reaching out with your hand, hoping he’d take it in his and keep you grounded as you rode out your orgasm.

And Miguel did so.

His fingers intertwined with yours, steadying you as your legs quivered and your core pulsed rhythmically.

“I got you,” he said, breathlessly. “I got you, cariño…”

But as you came down from your right, Miguel prepared to enter his own. Thrusts growing shorter and jerkier, and louder groans broke from him. His restraint was slipping away, second by second.

He was mumbling incoherently, never loosening the grip around your fingers, as he shuddered and strained against you.

Miguel looked absolutely glorious from where you lay and even through the haze of your recent orgasm. His bare chest heaved with each laboured breath, and strands of hair were clinging to his forehead as sweat dripped down his face.

His cum came out in hot spurts once he stilled himself, mouth dropped open, revealing his twin set of sharp fangs.

Miguel didn’t move for a while as his body trembled, still connected even when he began to soften.

His hand left yours and he it flat against your belly and his lips joined, planting the softest kiss. “Te amo… te amo…”

And you didn’t doubt him.

Not then.

Not ever.

Masterlist

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x you #miguel ohara x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader

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c0la-queen · 4 months

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Hi um..can i please request some matt from eddsworld x reader whenever you feel like it

Im just heavily love that silly man and i rarely see matt x reader anywhere and it makes me sorta upsetti spaghetti lol-

You dont have to do this you can delete this if you want ^^' i just thought i could at least ask this for like. Idk a early birthday present thingy for myself

Better Than Cake | Matt x Reader

I am absolutely ECSTATIC to write this for you, love! Consider it MY early birthday present to you! I definitely agree that Matt is under represented in the Eddsworld x Reader realm, so please don't hesitate to request him from me anytime that you'd like! I don't bite, promise! I'm a little inexperienced with writing gender neutral readers, but I've read plenty, so hopefully I can do justice in this one! Enjoy, and Happy Birthday, Anon!

Warnings: Matt is a bimbo, love him to death, he is THE girl's girl (and also non-binary's girl ofc <3) this is just pure fluff, angst if you squint, body dysphoria if you squint, but its a very short moment and the drabble is overall happy and sweet

Words: Nearly 1.5k

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"Matt, what is all this about?"

You bit your tongue gently, trying to swallow back the giddy giggles as you looked over your bed. Sitting on the mattress were three boxes wrapped in Matt's favorite lavender wrapping paper. One was thin but long, one was average sized, and the third was smaller.

Matt leaned against the door frame of your room, trying his best - and failing - to hide the excited grin on his face.

"What does it look like, lovie?"

You turned and pouted at Matt. By now, you were well accustomed to his habit of gift-giving. That didn't stop you from feeling a tad guilty about it every time. And this just felt excessive.

"Matt, really, you didn't have to get me anything at all, let alone three things-"

He snorted, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Nonsense. Of course I'm going to get you birthday presents. Besides, those are only part of your presents."

You felt your face burn.

"What? What do you mean? There's more?"

Matt let himself laugh now, standing up straight.

"You'll see. Now I'll leave you to open them. Let me know if you have any trouble getting those on."

He was out of the room before you could question him, shutting the door behind him. You blinked in the silence of your room. 'Have trouble getting those on'? What could he possibly mean by that?

Your eyes drifted back to the boxes on your bed.

No…

He didn't…

…did he?

Trembling slightly from anticipation, you slowly opened the first box, the long one. Inside, amongst the gift tissue, was a silky fabric of your favorite color. Internally, a part of you grimaced. You didn't mean to be ungrateful, really. You loved Matt to death. But… part of you couldn't help but be disappointed that he had gotten you another dress. Still, you'd wear it to make him happy.

You paused when you lifted up the fabric out of the box. It wasn't a dress. It was… pants. Dress pants. Really nice dress pants. Huh?

You looked in the box again. There was more. You took it all out, and your breath caught in your throat. The dress pants came with a matching sweater vest and crème colored button down shirt. There was a lump in your chest that you fought to keep down.

There were still two more boxes, anyway. You couldn't imagine what else Matt could have gotten you.

Next, you opened the average sized box. A bottle of cologne. The glass was round, and you could see a purple tint in the glass. When you tested it out, you were met with a citrus-y scent. You couldn't stop the soft laugh that left you. It was the same cologne that Matt used. You had mentioned to him several times before that you loved how he smelled. He remembered.

The last box, the little one, completely took your breath away. Inside was a gold chain with a little round gold pendant engraved with an image of iris flowers, as well as a pair of matching gold earrings, the dangling chains ended with small purple butterflies.

It was all… beautiful. Your chest ached as you realized just how happy you were.

Part of you was tempted to run out the door, hunt down Matt, and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. But then his words echoed in your head. He wanted you to try the outfit on. And, well, you couldn't refuse, could you?

You must have been staring at yourself in the mirror for about 10 minutes, taking in how you looked in the outfit. Emotions sat heavy in your lungs, and you felt tears brimming in your eyes. For the first time in a long time, you felt… like yourself. You looked at your reflection and it was you. Really you.

A knock on your door broke you out of your trance.

"You alright in there, lovie? If you're having any trouble getting it on, I can-"

You didn't let Matt finish the thought.

You threw open the door, throwing your arms around his torso tightly. Matt gave a little 'oof' in surprise, but quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"I'm guessing you like it, then?"

Matt must not have expected you to be crying, because when you pulled away and he saw your misty eyes, a panicked expression crossed his face. You gave him a bright, reassuring smile.

"I love it. All of it. So much. Thank you."

Content that your tears were of happiness, Matt's eyes swept down your body, inspecting the outfit he had gifted you. When his eyes met yours again, you saw nothing but pure affection in those baby blues. You fidgeted under that look, shyly looking down at the shoes that you had paired with the outfit.

Matt's finger hooked gently under your chin, tilting your head up until you were once again looking into his eyes. He smiled so sweetly.

"You look positively radiant, lovie."

You couldn't stop the giggle from escaping you now. Your entire body buzzed from how giddy you felt. Matt, still smiling, tapped your nose lightly.

"Are you ready to go?"

Go?

You focused more closely on Matt now. He was wearing black dress pants and a lilac button down shirt. You felt your eye twitch when you noticed that the top two buttons were undone, revealing a peek of the pale, freckled skin underneath. He was also holding a bouquet of blue-purple iris flowers.

Matt snickered at your confused look.

"I'm taking you out on a birthday dinner."

That explained the outfit, and his. But…

"What's with the iris flowers?"

Not only had he gotten you a bouquet of them, but the necklace he gifted you was also engraved with them.

"Iris flowers are a symbol of admiration. ..among other things, all good!! Sure, there are other flowers with romantic meanings, but I thought it would be cute to grab these, since they're purple, and purple is like… my thing…"

His confidence faltered slightly as he rambled, seemingly unsure. You waved your hands in the air between you.

"They're perfect, Matt. I think they're wonderful."

His chest puffed out in pride as you took the bouquet from them. He followed you down to the kitchen, waiting patiently as you somehow found a vase to put the flowers in. Minorly, you wondered if the vase was from Edd's ex girlfriend that you had heard about.

"What the hell are you two all dressed up for?"

Tom leaned against the kitchen doorway. He was poorly hiding a pack of cigarettes behind his back.

"We're going out tonight. Tell Edd that we'll be back after dinner. Also, don't let him catch you with those. You know how pissed he'll be."

Tom huffed at Matt's words, but didn't dispute it.

"I'll let him know where you are."

He glanced at you.

"You look great in that. Have fun, mate."

A warm feeling spread in your chest at the compliment.

Matt turned to you and extended an arm with a grin.

With a grin of your own, you took his arm.

The restaurant that Matt had brought you to was nicer than you had expected. It wasn't anything that you could see celebrities or the upper class citizens dining at, but it was definitely very formal. You were given a table at the window, with a lovely view of the city skyline, watching the setting sun as you ate. Matt insisted on ordering a bottle of champagne, not listening to any of your half-hearted protests. It was sweet and bubbly, and every sip made your body feel warm. Matt made sure you didn't drink too much, though.

You were so busy enjoying the last bit of your food, looking out at the moon, to notice what Matt was doing. When he gave a quiet, displeased hum, you looked back over at him.

"What's wrong?"

Matt was focused on the little dessert menu that had been left on the table. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly.

"Of all the fancy sweets they've got, there's not a single cake option."

For possibly the hundredth time that night, you laughed softly. Your hand found his across the table, hands intertwining gently. He looked back up at you, love dancing in his eyes.

"That's alright, pretty boy. Tonight has been more than lovely enough to make up for that. You've made this the most perfect birthday I've ever had."

Matt set aside the dessert menu, taking your hand in both of his. He brought it up and pressed his lips to your knuckles in a tender kiss.

"Just you wait, lovie. I plan to make every birthday better than the last. Nothing but the best for my significant other."

If it was possible, you felt yourself falling even deeper in love with him.

"Let's go home, Matt."

#eddsworld #eddsworld matt #eddsworld matt x reader #eddsworld x reader #requested

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coffeeghoulie · 8 months

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Kinktober Day #10: Body Worship

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Aether/Mountain/Dew

Summary: Mountain's had a long day, and his back is killing him. Luckily, his mates are there to make it all better.

Contains: me projecting heavily onto Mountain, quintessence as pain relief, and a very tender handjob.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Mountain's back hurts. This isn't anything new, working long shifts in the greenhouses and gardens, keeping the ghoul wing kitchen running, helping his packmates, his loves, spending rehearsals and rituals bent over his drum kit.

He stumbles into his room, nearly dead on his feet. He barely acknowledges Dew and Aether already in his nest, Aether braiding back Dew's hair. The other ghouls both look up and take in his ragged appearance, wisps of auburn hair escaping the knot he threw it up into this morning, the thorns erupting around the base of his rams' horns. They wince as Mountain kicks his boots off, sending them thudding into the far wall.

Dew stands, reaching out for Mountain. "Hey, juniper," he says, coaxing him to step forward. "Hey, darling. Come lay down with us?"

Aether's quick to follow, standing at Dew's side. "Long day, huh, sweetheart? Let us make you feel better?"

Mountain nods, shoulders slumping as he lets his mates take him to bed. Aether sits down at the head of the bed, easing Mountain to sit in front of him as he begins to pick thorny vines from his hair, tossing them into the garbage can next to their nightstand.

"Where's it hurt, junie?" Dew asks, softly tugging at the hem of Mountain's shirt. Mountain lets him pull it gently over his head, throwing it into the hamper. "You want hot or cold?"

"Back fucking hurts," Mountain mumbles, leaning forward so Aether has better access to his horns and hair. "Head too," he adds on. "And hot, please, Droplet."

"Gotcha," Dew says, kneeling behind Mountain and pressing a kiss to his temple. "Aeth, you got all the vines?"

Aether nods, helping Mountain arrange his limbs so he lays on his stomach. Dew kneels up, straddling Mountain's hips, kicking his internal temperature up a few degrees. "You tell me if it's too hot, junie."

Mountain nods into the mattress, groaning as Dew's warm hands work their magic into his sore muscles. Aether carefully removes the tie holding back Mountain's hair, running his fingers gently through the auburn waves. Mountain makes a wounded noise as Aether scratches his scalp.

The quintessence ghoul clicks his tongue, sensing Mountain's pain be wicked away by Dew's ministrations. "You feeling better, sweet thing?"

Mountain hums his approval, melting into the mattress as Dew works. A few minutes pass, the time slow and thick like honey. "Aeth?" he groans as Dew presses into a particularly tense spot.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Aether says, brow furrowing as he continues to card his fingers through Mountain's hair.

"Could you give me a little quintessence? Head hurts," he mumbles, blushing as he asks for what he needs. "Back feels better, but my head still hurts."

"Of course, Mounty," Aether says, glancing up at Dew.

"I'm just about done," Dew tells him, swinging his leg over Mountain's hips so he kneels at the earth ghoul's side. "You wanna turn over, junie?"

Mountain groans at the prospects of moving, but complies. Aether hums, settling Mountain's head on his lap as Dew restraddles him, this time settling his weight over his thighs. "We've got you, sweet thing. Gonna make you feel better. You do such a good job taking care of us, taking care of the pack. You carry so much on those shoulders, put it down for us."

He rubs Mountain's temples, easing the ache of his tense jaw. The quintessence seeps into his skin, cool like menthol as Dew presses his fire into his sore hips. Mountain groans, emerald eyes fluttering shut as the pain behind his temples lessens, hiding the way the quintessence magic shoots veins of violet through his irises.

"You took care of me for so long, juniper," Dew whispers, reverent. He leans forward, kissing Mountain's freckled collarbone, pressing warmth into his olive skin. "Kept me alive after they made me fire, kept all of us upright and stable. I hate to make the joke, but you are our rock. Love you so much, Mounty."

"Love you too," Mountain slurs, the magic making his tongue feel heavy. He raises a big hand, cupping Dew's cheek with all of the tenderness he can muster.

Aether smiles, pulling back slightly on the magic, keeping Mountain lucid but still easing his pain. "So handsome," he hums, rubbing his thumbs across Mountain's cheeks, the five o'clock shadow scraping against his skin. Aether makes a mental note to ask him if he wants a shave later, knowing just how overwhelmed Mountain can get by the feeling of his stubble. "So strong. So selfless, baby."

Mountain groans as his cock starts to fill out, the gentle touches and the praise and the relief and the quintessence all making his brain light up. Dew glances down at Mountain's hips, at the growing bulge in his sweats. "You want to get off, junie?" Dew asks, plucking at the hem of his sweatpants.

He nods, and gasps only a few moments later, hips trying to buck up off of the bed as Dew pulls him out of his pants and boxers, taking him in his warm hand, stroking gently. "Let us make you feel good, junie," Dew whispers, pressing tender kisses along his collarbone, careful not to bruise.

"Fuck," Mountain whines, the warmth from Dew's hand wrapped around his cock too much, especially with Aether's magic flowing through his body. He's more keyed up by the quintessence than he cares to admit, close already even though Dew's just begun to touch him. "Please, firefly, nova, please."

"You don't have to beg, sweet thing," Aether coos, still petting Mountain's face as Dew pleasures him. "We've got you, Mountain. You're in our hands. You don't need to worry about a thing."

"Love you," he whispers, hips twisting and pushing up into Dew's grip. "Love both of you so fucking much."

"We love you too," Dew says, tender in a way he only ever is with Aether and Mountain. Sure, he's sweet with Rain and the girls, sometimes with Swiss. But Aether and Mountain only ever get to see him like this. Mountain reaches again to cup Dew's cheek, smiling fondly at his little fire ghoul.

"Close," he whispers, and he sees Dew smile, speeding up his hand on his cock.

"Cum for us, juniper," Dew whispers, leaning in and pressing a proper kiss to his lips, and Mountain has no choice but to obey, spilling sticky and white over Dew's knuckles. Aether coos, easing off the trickle of quintessence flowing through him as he floats on endorphins.

Someone cleans them up while he drifts, and he comes to laying on his side, Dew spooning him from behind, nuzzled into the nape of his neck, and Aether holding the both of them, his chest pressed against Mountain's. He can feel both of their heartbeats.

"Thank you," he whispers. "I love both of you."

Aether smiles fondly, taking Mountain's hand in his own. "We love you too, sweet thing."

#like seriously i am shaking myself by the shoulders #i need to stop projecting onto mountain and quit complaining about my back i live above a chiropractor's office for fucks sake #ghostober #kinktober 2023 #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

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babe-in-red · 1 day

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Recently, I read an FF, and part of it was about Gojo having eye migraine. I'm here to let everyone know what the ocular aura looks like.

First is good to know that it's not always the light that causes it. Aura is just a symptom. Migraine can be caused by literally anything. From the light, particular color, taste and smell to a sound.

This demonstration is very close to it. But (maybe only in my case), the colors in my eye are displayed in geometric shapes; squares, or triangles and they can vibrate a little. The aura starts off as a little dot and trust me you'll know the second you're going in deep shit because your ability to read gets worse. Nothing will help you to prevent it, not even the meds for aura.

The ocular aura grows, little dot, bigger, then it gets shaped into this half moon as it grows around your iris. your vision is blurred, and the geometric shapes look like a detuned TV channel. It usually lasts for 30 minutes, then it starts fading out. It grows bigger with time until it vanishes out of your vision field.

The ocular migraine is often accompanied by headache or nausea. I sometimes have both, but lately only a mild headache.

When I was younger I had such strong migraine, that half of my body was tingling, and I even lost the ability to talk properly. Forming a thought was beyond my power. I even vomited often.

But now as an adult, it's kind of ok. I close the curtains, put an eye mask on, and shut my eyes tight. ALWAYS try to find dark places to hide, it doesn't matter if you have aura or not.

If you have no choice at least use sunglasses.

Also, you can get a series of aura attacks. I had 4 of them in a row. So it was around 1,5 hours of seeing a detuned TV channel in my one eye.

Eye migraine WILL ALWAYS mess up your vision field. Your periphery vision is basically non-existent.

I hope this helps!

#will delete later #if anyone is curious just for the writing purposes #but if there's someone with this ocular aura GOOD LUCK MY BUD GOOD LUCK

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cheemken · 8 months

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KNIGHT I forgot to mention in my last ask,

But Team Plasma is looking for the three dragons, and they’ll eventually track down two of them to the twins

Imagine Ghetsis forcing the dragon out of Hilda/Hilbert for N to capture and fight with. And now the other dragon has to leave the other twins body, to help fight Ghetsis/N so his brother doesn’t end up dying

But if we want to make this even more angst-y. What if the host cannot survive without the dragon now? Like the dragon has taken so much energy for themselves that the human host will eventually die without them. But together they’ll be fine

So with the two dragons fighting each other again because of Ghetsis, Hilda and Hilbert are just trying not to die lmao and wishing the dragons would fuse with them again

And the same thing is going to happen again in two years, but with Iris this time :)). Girly is 12 and going to experience near death lol

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP YOUR HONOUR THAT FUCKED ME UP LMFAOOOO BFMXBDNDND

God imagine if the twins got their dragons back, that became the reason they ran away tho, bc if that's gonna happen again, then they're surely gonna die, they're not gonna risk it again, so they ran away from Unova, hiding from Plasma, from Ghetsis, in fear that they're really gonna die

And god Iris just chxnbxnx

Cause like,,,, they got Kyurem locked up in the Frigate in the games yeah, fucking imagine them having Iris locked up too😭

God imagine how fucked up that was tho, them experimenting on Iris, trying to take Kyurem from her too, and how successful they almost were. Imagine as they were locked up, Kyurem's voice was ringing in her ears, in her head, repeating over and over again to kill them kill them kill them KILL THEM, YOU ARE THE GOD OF FATE, KILL THEM

God imagine Iris just fucking sobbing, one of the grunts hear, went to her and was pissed af for her crying, and he's there, grabbing her by her shirt, telling her to shut up, but Iris just,, stares at him with those gleaming golden eyes. Iris breathed out, a puff of cold smoke leaving her lips, she rasped out, "you.. dare.. hurt your.. god?" And before the grunt could react, he got impaled by a sharp icicle

Fucking imagine Iris just staring at the grunt's dead body. And Kyurem's voice rang again, telling her how powerful she was, look at the power you have, and still you refuse my help. Look at him. Look at him. Look at him now. He's dead because of you.

I'm pretty fckin sure homegirl really destroyed the Frigate from within lmfao, like, after that she probs hid in the Giant Chasm, fucking terrified and ashamed that she actually killed people, but she's there justifying it as Kyurem being the one to kill them, ofc, it was him who killed them, it was him who wanted them to die, it was his powers, it wasn't hers. Right..? But then again, they're sharing a body now, they're becoming a singular person each and every day, and she fucking hates it. Everything is so cold and so so painful it's so painful it hurts Arceus it hurts please just make it stop please make it stop

#your honour this au makes me ill #like... its so cool bcmdbdmd #but damn tho if i had a nickel for everytime iris got blamed for someones death in aus #id have two nickels which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice #the other time its in the toh au hahaha #but like tbf drayden didnt really die there #anyways speaking of #how would drayden even react to this man😭😭#like is he ever gonna find out imagine if he finds out when they forced iris to use kyurem's powers to freeze opelucid over #your honour cbxnxbndbd #pokemon au #ah right what are we gonna call this au hahah #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

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ask-dgs-221bbakerstreet · 2 years

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“Good I’m glad to hear that Asougi is doing better. He causes me great worry as well. Truthfully at first, I believed he was trying to commit suicide. He’s very harsh on himself and filled with self-hatred. A sentiment that at times I relate to. I also fail to understand why Asougi did not inform Mr. Naruhodo of Mr. Manders and his plan, instead of consuming the chicken. Surely that would have made things much easier, and all this trouble could have been avoided.” He pauses. “I have a hunch there is much more to this story than meets the eye. I think Asougi is hiding something. And my previous comment about why he didn’t tell Mr. Naruhodo about the attempt on his life is one of the reasons I believe so. I do admit I could be wrong though. I think everyone will need to keep an eye on him.” He says.

“Yes, it wasn’t the most ridiculous thing I could have believed. Though it was still farfetched for me to think you were the Grim Reaper. I believe you said, ‘You are going to be so utterly embarrassed with yourself later.’ It’s a very accurate statement. I am mortified that I said that, even if at the time it was a logical explanation given the situation. Don’t tell Iris or Laura that. I must keep some dignity.” If Balmung was here he’d joke around saying Klimt never had any dignity. Good thing he is not here though. “And I should thank Miss Cykes if she’s here for trying to help me and you in our time of need. Do we even know how or why Miss Wright and Miss Cykes are in the past? I do hope they’ll find a way home.”

“Yes, Balmung can be very cold-blooded just like I can- used to be. I had no doubt that he would be angered with what you did. He’s very protective of me. Though I know Balmung well he’ll forgive you for what you did, in time.” Klimt states. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t struggling with your decision to burn me with iron.” The burn that was inflicted upon Klimt’s body has since healed. “I know you meant well. I know you didn’t think it would cause that kind of harm. I don’t hate you for what you did, nor do I harbor any unforgiveness in my heart though.” He sighs. “It’s just a hard thing to process you know.” He isn’t holding it against his brother as he happily returns Barok’s hug.

“I missed you too.” Klimt says as he returns the hug. “You don’t have to worry about it being awkward. I know hugging hasn’t been your thing since you were a teenager.” He says. “It’s good to be back in this room again, and back in my own home. Though now that all of my memories have fully returned to me, it feels bittersweet. I can remember our parents now, and I’m processing the grief of losing them. When they died, I never truly mourned them, I shut everything out, I became numb, and I forgot them. It was a horrid coping mechanism and one that I did without realizing.” He pulls out a picture of himself, Barok, and their parents. “I wish they were still here. Though I know we’ll both see them again when we move onto Heaven. I might go and visit their graves later. Lay some flowers and pay my respects to them. I think it would help me ‘move on’ from my grief.” Klimt says.

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I agree. There is certainly something Asogi isn't telling us... or perhaps can't...?

As for Miss Cykes and Miss Wright, even they haven't any idea how they ended up travelling through time.

If you wish to thank Miss Cykes, I believe she's at Baker Street. I... think the both of us should go there, when you feel ready to do so. I have a feeling Asogi will go there first before he returns here.

I'm glad that you don't resent me for burning you. I am... truly sorry. It was a rash decision.

...If you'd like, we could visit our parents' graves together. I haven't visited in some time.

#the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #barok van zieks #ghost asks #👻

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wpdariacutnes · 11 months

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Stardash: * look hem not filing moments a toking *

Dogo: dys a fact

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Dogo: hmh. . .

Stardash: so what now?

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Stardash: a how care a enifing skriming like dushback yet?

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Dogo: * look it a bit a enifing someone get save*

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Stardash: * angry face but not spik it but look a dogo going a back hem* . . .

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Dogo: I knows but forget dys a save someone!?!

Stardash: * jump a window as gem a totly fine body element unshot it*

Dogo: * look so scary a but a only see a frot a stardas a smile it a make hole a self back a enifing lost smole star stone like disapire as dys a terepots* wooww. . .

Lider hunters: * so angry a push dogo a window a someone say "dude are you crazy"*

Dogo: *hit the floor so hard it was smeared all over* so dys she toking but a enifing update is het worse a enifing so dont truse enifing and enifing a woking a body only

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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Daddy's shirt - John Stones

This one hasn't been requested but I've been thinking about it since Monday so yeah, hope you like it 💕 (yeah I'm a thirsty whore for John and dad! John I'm sorry and I miss him like crazy)

Warning: fluffy but smutty (just a tiny bit)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy

The sun filtering through the light curtains of your bedroom, coupled up with the ringing of your alarm, signalled you a new day was about to begin. You stretched your arm over the night table to turn it off, huffing as you would’ve really liked to get some more time relaxing in the warmth of your bed.

You covered your eyes with your hands, as the daylight was still unbearable for your weary body and tried to fall back asleep but the man on your side was faster than you: John, who was already awake, smiled at your state, grazing your cheeks with his index.

“Hello sleeping beauty”

You groaned, hoping you would fall back asleep in a heartbeat.

“I know you’re awake” He giggled, laying back down beside you.

You shifted closer to him, burying your face in his neck, your eyes still closed as you let out a groan.

"What's wrong?"

"My neck…it hurts so much this morning"

"Come here"

"Are you gonna give me one of your massages?" You propped on your elbows, as you shuffled closer to him.

"Sure, you just have to tell me which one would you like"

You were still too sleepy to give him one of your snappy answers so you just rolled your eyes, as you placed your head on his chest, waiting for him to start running his fingers over the sore part of your body. He massaged your neck with one hand while the other grazed your back.

You basked in that nice, pleasurable feeling he was giving you.

"You love my fingers, don't you?"

"John, too early for this"

"Well, it wasn't too early when you woke me up the other day leaving hickeys all over my chest"

"John!" You hit him, earning a chuckle from him. “I wasn’t leaving hickeys, I was just kissing you, perv”

“What about those red marks all over my chest?”

“Maybe you hurt yourself during training?”

John bursted out in a loud laugh that echoed throughout the room.

“Shut up! Or you’ll wake up Iris!”

“Why can’t you admit you’re just a naughty girl?” John got his upper body up, so he was now resting on his elbow as he leant forward, his lips grazing your aching neck.

“I’ll never admit it” You whispered, trying to hide your smirk in the pillow beneath your head.

Your boyfriend nonchalantly raised the t-shirt of his you used as a pyjamas to start tracing your spine with the help of his kisses.

“John…” You tried to resist his cuddles but it was so hard, as he was doing it so passionately yet so softly.

When his lips reached the hem of your knickers he looked up at you: he took the sight of you laying there with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile on your face, as a sign to go on.

He gently lowered them, his kisses trailing down over your soft skin.

“Dada?”

You both widened your eyes hearing your daughter calling John. He soon collided on your body, in an attempt to cover it from the indiscreet eyes of your little one.

“What are you doing?” She opened the door ajar, holding her teddy bear with a light blue ribbon.

“Hey baby, good morning!” John beamed, smiling widely at her.

“Hi love! Come here”

Iris walked over your bed, with her sleepy and slightly puzzled expression on her face.

John tried to climb down from your body, lifting your slip up as you lowered your t-shirt.

“Why were you hurting mama?”

“No, baby, daddy wasn’t hurting me!” You took your baby in your arms, as you glared at your boyfriend. “He just stumbled as he was trying to get out of bed”

“He hurt you?”

“No baby, not at all” You placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Who wants pancakes for breakfast?” John tried to change the topic by mentioning his daughter’s favourite food.

“Me!”

“Let’s go downstairs then!” John got off the bed carrying the little blonde angel in his arms.

You shook your head thinking about how you and John just clumsily attempted not to get caught by your little one.

When you arrived in the kitchen you leaned against the doorframe looking - drooling over would be more correct - your shirtless boyfriend who was cooking pancakes for Iris as she stood there asking him questions about the recipe, never letting go of the Manchester City teddy from under her arm.

“Mummy! Pancakes are ready!”

“And I’m here, sweetie, ready to eat them!”

You wrapped your arms around John's middle and, on your tiptoes, pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. His back drove you crazy, as well as all of his body. He casually grazed your hands, whispering in your ear "Is there something else you would like to eat, apart from pancakes?"

You both smirked but you brushed his marble abdomen to pinch his hips, in a silent warning.

"No thanks" You playfully bit on his shoulder, placing then a peck behind his neck.

"Mummy, stop kissing daddy!"

John laughed at his daughter's jealousy.

"Sorry? I met daddy first"

"But he's mine" She tutted closer to him, placing a tiny hand on his knee.

"No way! Daddy's mine"

"No! He's mine!" Iris wrapped her arms around his leg, leaving for the first time that day her teddy bear.

"Stop ladies, my heart is big enough for both of you"

You knew she would've been a daddy's girl from the moment in the hospital when she stopped crying as soon as John took her in his arms.

You took Iris to sit her in her chair, leaving a kiss on her head and placing her breakfast cut in tiny pieces before her.

You tried not to stare at John, as the most sinful thoughts would take over your mind.

“Thank you” John leant over to hand you your plate, kissing your head as you just did with your daughter's earlier. “Go put on a t-shirt please”

“Why? That’s because you can’t take your eyes off me?”

“JOHN!”

“What did daddy say?”

“Nothing, angel, he’s just speaking nonsense” He definitely won another glare from you, as you would bite on your pancake.

“Mummy was just saying your daddy he’s the most handsome man in the world. Do you think daddy is handsome?”

“Yes! He’s my prince”

“Aww you’re so sweet!” You were about to cry as you saw John blushing and leaning forward to kiss Iris’ temple.

“And you’re my princess”

“And mummy?”

“Mummy is the queen!” You exclaimed, earning a laugh from your daughter.

“The queen?”

“Yes, John, I’m the queen”

He scoffed, shaking his head, knowing that gesture would piss you off.

“Mummy?”

“What’s up, princess?”

“”Can I wear dada’s shirt to go to school?”

“No baby, that’s too big for you”

“My shirt!”

You didn’t agree on making your daughter wear John’s Manchester City shirt to school because you feared she might have faced some little United fans mocking her and you wanted to save her any useless pain. John knew that and, even though he thought you were being a little too anxious over it, he respected your decision and supported you.

“What if it gets dirty and it doesn't get clean? You won’t be able to wear it anymore”

“But you promised!”

“That’s not true, missy! I said I would’ve thought about it”

“It’s getting late now, eat your breakfast so we can get dressed for school”

Iris huffed, eating the last bites of her pancakes.

A few moments later, thinking you would have changed your mind, your daughter tried to ask you the same question, before leaving to get ready to go.

"Mummy please, can I wear daddy's shirt to school?"

"No baby, I'll let you wear it this afternoon"

"But please, daddy won yesterday!"

John stood there enjoying the whole scene, chuckling but trying not to get caught.

As Iris went upstairs to grab her backpack to leave for the nursery, he got closer to you, his hands placed on your hips as he neared his lips to your ear.

"When will mummy wear daddy's shirt? Daddy won yesterday…" he was trying to tease you by quoting his daughter's words. John's nose nuzzled against your shoulder, as his lips brushed against your neck, causing you goosebumps.

You placed your hands on his and turned your head towards his, looking at him with a smirk.

"Well, if daddy behaves and that little rascal goes to bed soon enough, I could wear it to bed"

A satisfied groan left John's lips as his hands would start wandering under your shirt, grazing your warm skin, moving upwards to cup your breasts.

"I'm ready!!"

You batted his hands away as you heard your baby coming downstairs and he left the grip around your body as soon as the little blonde haired girl showed up.

"Are you ready, miss?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl" You smiled as you would play with her golden locks, giving her a heartwarming smile.

"Okay little lady, say bye to your mum or we'll be late for school"

You kneeled down and she leant forward to place a kiss on your cheek.

"Bye love, see you later"

"Yes mama, love you!"

"Love you too, princess!"

You stood there looking at Iris taking her dad's hand heading to the car.

John turned back to wave goodbye to you,as he would take your baby to school and then head to training, a smirk placed on his lips, as well as on yours.

"I'll call you later, love you"

"Love you too…can't wait for tonight"

"Neither do I"

You'd been craving John's touch the whole day, especially since that morning when your cuddles had been abruptly interrupted by your princess.

When he came home later that evening, he took on his father duties playing with Iris, having dinner with you two and then helping you put all the tableware in the dishwasher.

"I'm gonna tuck her in, I'll wait for you upstairs or do you want to stay up and watch something on tv?"

"We can watch something upstairs in bed"

"Some X-rated movie?"

"John"

"What? I was just giving some suggestions" He shrugged his shoulders and went upstairs to put his baby to bed.

As soon as you finished cleaning the kitchen you turned off the living room lights and went upstairs, checking in on your baby who was still awake, listening to John reading her some bedtime story. You smiled and went to your bedroom to get ready for the night, even better, to take off your underwear and slip John's jersey on.

Your boyfriend entered your bedroom ten minutes later, finding you under the duvet.

"She's asleep" He breathed out "Are you cold?" He asked you, as your body was fully covered.

"I'm hot actually" You said, taking the quilted cover away from your body and revealing to him your attire for the night.

John clearly liked the view, wiggling his eyebrows. He walked towards the bed, crawling on it.

You straddled him as soon as his body was lying on the mattress, lifting his shirt up so your naked core came in contact with his tummy.

"Oh fuck, you -"

"I'm not wearing anything under your shirt" You whispered in his ear, moving your lips to press wet kisses over his neck, as his hands were placed on your hips.

You began grinding against him, his grip helping your movement get deeper.

In the meanwhile, it started raining outside and the noise created by the droplets of water against the windows created the perfect soundtrack.

The moans escaping your mouth, due to John stimulating you with his fingers, mingled with the pouring rain. As he felt you were ready, he freed his member to slowly penetrate you from behind.

A loud thunder, preceded by a lightning, startled you as well as the baby that was sleeping in the other room.

"You look so good"

As you started riding him a voice broke the silence, exactly as it happened that same morning.

"Mama?"

You freezed your motions, John quickly taking the duvet over your tangled bodies.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" You asked her panting, John still inside of you.

"I can't sleep, I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?"

You gulped as John quietly groaned, trying to get out of your body.

"Sure baby, come here"

You climbed off your boyfriend's body to welcome Iris between the two of you.

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you wearing daddy's shirt?"

At her innocent question you blushed, happy she couldn't see you as it was pitch dark in the room.

John smirked and kissed your hand, that was lying around your girl's body and then he kissed hers too.

"Because daddy won yesterday" He mumbled, answering his curious daughter. "And was about to win today too..."

"John" You hissed, tugging at his perfect curls.

#john stones x reader #john stones #john stones fluff #john stones smut #john stones imagines #mcfc #machester city #manchester city imagines #england nt #england nt imagines #football writing #football fics #football imagines

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highqueenofelfhame · 3 years

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Follow my writing blog @highqueenofelfhamewrites! Turn on post notifs there for more reliable updates, i don’t do a tag list anymore! Sorry folks. Master list is on my pinned post (use the google doc version if the other doesn’t work.)

Part one

Rowan could tell when Aelin was screening his calls. He could tell when she was busy with work around her family’s multi-million dollar company because it would ring through to her voicemail— words he could recite like a script by now.

Hi! You’ve missed me, which is horribly sad for you, but if you leave a message maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a call back.

Rowan never was.

He could tell when she saw it was him calling and chose to reject the call, sending him to the void of her mailbox. Every call went unreturned, every text he was quite sure was deleted as soon as it appeared on her screen. There had even been a handful of times that he’d knocked on her apartment door, each thud of his fist echoing into the sound of the television beyond. Once, he thought maybe she was going to answer, the door knob jingling like she’d wrapped her fingers around it and prepared to pull. Yet her soft footsteps had retreated. There was no getting through the golden girl who had poured fire and sunlight into his life after spending so much time sulking in shadow.

The worst part of all of it was that she couldn’t have been more wrong about their relationship, his feelings for her, about every bit of it. She had sent him away before he could protest and though he knew he’d had a moment to try, Rowan was also sure more than anything she wouldn’t have believed a single word out of his mouth. Instead of lazing in bed with Aelin the last few weeks, he had managed to endure the radio silence with nothing but a brooding attitude and shattered heart while he trudged through his days.

So when he spotted her coming out of her favorite coffee shop early in the morning, blissfully sipping the iced caramel macchiato that she had every day, Rowan had bolted across four lanes of traffic without a second thought of what he was doing. Car horns blared and brakes screeched as he ran, one car coming so close to hitting him that his hands slammed onto the hood of the car while he mouthed an apology he didn’t mean. He would have gladly let that car hit him if it’d gotten her attention. It said plenty about his desperation that he was willing to lose life and limb just to have her simply look at him.

“Aelin!” he shouted once, twice, four times while he jogged down the sidewalk. Bewildered eyes tracked the seemingly crazed man while he chased the woman down. A police officer had even taken notice, following at a brisk pace that Rowan was oblivious to. He was close enough to hear the click of her heels down the cement while she dutifully ignored every syllable of her name that exploded from his lips.

“Aelin!” he shouted one more time. Heads turned their way the same time his hand wrapped around her bicep and jolted her to a stop.

In her surprise, the grip on her cup tightened and the lid popped off, sloshing a chilly espresso drink down her bare legs and into her shoes. Rowan was sure he would have to grovel for ruining the patent black heels, but it would be worth it if she would just listen to him.

“Rowan,” she said, shock lacing her tone as she pulled an earbud free and looked down at her stained skirt and soaked toes. A frown had tugged her lips into a frown as the officer caught up with them, hand going to Rowan’s chest like he intended to put space between them.

“Is everything okay, miss?”

“I— what? Yes. Of course. Thank you.” Her voice was vacant but dismissive while she waved her hand nonchalantly, eyes not leaving the ground. The officer looked skeptical but finally distanced himself by trailing a few feet away. As annoying as it was, there was a surge of comfort knowing if he had been some creep, someone would have stepped in for her sake.

“You can’t drop some bomb like that and then ghost me.” Sure, there were more delicate ways to put it but Rowan was beyond that. With her eyes still averted to her feet, frustration was boiling under his skin. What the hell was it going to take to get her to look at him? Just as he was willing to kneel at her feet to catch her eyes, she looked up at him with that frown pulling even tighter.

“There’s coffee in my shoes.”

“I’ll buy you some new godsdamn shoes if you’ll look at me for five minutes and let me talk.”

“And then you’ll leave me alone?”

“If that’s still what you want when I’m finished, yes. I’ll buy your shoes and leave you alone.”

Aelin’s mouth twisted to the side while she thought. Despite the offer, Rowan could see the hesitation in her eyes, that golden core of her iris flickering like a flame.

“Fine,” she said, finally. Her arms crossed over her chest, freshly painted black nails digging into the white button down shirt she wore. “You have five minutes or less. I have to get to work.”

The tone of her voice was strong and tense, but the anxious bouncing of her foot and the way she was wiggling her fingers along her biceps to a melody only she could hear. It was a habit, he noticed, that when she got anxious she would drum her fingers along to the Stygian Suite to keep her emotions at bay. He wished she wouldn’t.

“You are… I’m so mad at you, Aelin.”

“You’re making really good use of your five minutes, I—“

“Would you let me speak?” Aelin’s mouth snipped shut, jaw popping from the tense lock.

“I’m so mad at you. For about a hundred different reasons but mostly thinking you could tell me you were in love with me and then not letting me have a single word in. For telling me you love me and making me leave in a way that I knew if I stayed to fight it would only make it worse. And then as if that wasn’t enough, you stopped talking to me. Stopped taking my calls. Stopped answering the door. Told Aedion to stop giving me updates about you because I didn’t deserve to know. Which is so much bullshit, by the way.”

“Do you have to yell at me like this in public?” Her voice was soft, eyes downcast at her coffee sodden shoes. Rowan glanced around for the first time, taking in the small crowd that had stopped their busy morning to see what the commotion was about. It was then, with her bottom lip quivering and an audience around them, that he pulled her hands from where they pressed into her arms. Rowan guided them around his waist even though she resisted, then took her face in his hands with heartbreaking gentleness that made one of her tears finally slip free.

“I’m sorry that I yelled,” he said quietly, bending down to kiss another fallen tear. “But, baby, I have been in love with you since I met you. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

“You love me?”

“If you had just told me like a normal person—“

“Chasing me down the street in downtown Orynth and shouting at me is like a normal person?”

“Desperate times. I almost got hit by a car. You missed the good parts when you had your headphones in.” Instead of laughing like he hoped, Aelin reared back and immediately began to inspect him.

“Hit by a car!? Rowan Matthias!”

“I’m fine.” Aelin huffed, pulling away from him and folding her arms back over her chest. Rowan’s hands slowly fell back to his sides, desperate to hide in his pockets from what felt like a rejection. A stern look that he’d seen several times on her father’s face took over her features, setting them in stone while she tapped a sloshy toe.

“Be that as it may, you got something in your story wrong.”

“Have I, now?”

“You have. See, I never told you that I was in love with you. You jumped to that conclusion all on your own, and—“

Rowan couldn’t help it, he started laughing as the corners of her mouth began to twitch. He took her face back in his hands and leaned down to kiss her, something slow and sweet and full of promises he couldn’t keep in the middle of a busy street.

“Don’t make me drag you home and coax a confession out of you,” he mumbled into her mouth, sweeping his tongue in lazy strokes that he knew she liked on other parts of her body.

Aelin’s lips spread into a full grin as her arms settled around his neck, the remainder of her coffee dribbling down his back and seeping through to his skin. He couldn’t find a single reason to care as she whispered, “I was kind of counting on it.”

#rowaelin #fragments #fragments pt 2 #rowaelin fluff #rowaelin angst #writing #my writing #throne of glass #tog #fix it fic #tog fic #throne of glass fanfic #fanfiction #sjm #rowan Whitethorn #Aelin Galathynius #Aedion ashryver #rhoe galathynius

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

My previous account was deleted so I’ll be posting the stories again. I’ll be changing this one, so yeah.

Inform me if y’all wanna be tagged!

You stared at the ticking clock, counting the seconds for his return, while Iris played with her stuffed tiger that her dada had bought for her. Her father was finally coming home after serving for a really long time in the military. Bucky was everything you had wanted and more.

Though you both had a small and cute wedding when you were way too young, it still was one of the best days of your life. Since the day you had met him, he had been hell bent on joining the army as he somehow felt the need to protect people after what had happened to his father. So, after serving his first term, while you were still a second-year graduate student, he had proposed and you had accepted without wasting a second.

Soon you had found yourself pregnant, during your pregnancy, he had been there for your every beck and call. You still remembered his face when Iris was born; it was filled with such adoration and love, you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Iris was literally the female version of her dad, her cute nose, her lips and most importantly her blue eyes; her eyes had played a small role in naming her.

Having a kid and completing your medical residency had been tough, but whenever Bucky was home, he took care of all the housework and kept Iris busy for as long as possible. Just one thing which you didn’t like was all this time he spent away from home and the immense risk that came along with being on active duty. But he wasn’t just your Bucky, was he, he was Sgt. Barnes, too.

But now as you sat staring at the clock, you feared that when he returned, Bucky wouldn't be the same man he was. While on duty, there had been an explosion and he had lost his arm. Hearing his voice on the phone was enough to tell you that he was broken. You were waiting to take him in your arms and tell him that it would be fine.

Just then the bell rang and you quickly got up and unlocked the door. And there he was, his eyes without their usual luster, filled with unshed tears. As Iris ran towards him, he quickly scooped her up in his right arm. “dada! I missed you s’much” she said kissing his face. You wondered whether she didn’t notice or was simply ignoring his missing arm after you gave her a little ‘talk’ about it. “I missed you too Rissie! I love you my little princess!” he said smothering her with kisses. “I'm a Queen!” she exclaimed. “Alright your majesty. Now may I enter your palace and meet my wife?” Iris pretended to think and then exclaimed a yes.

“Hey, don’t cry” he said as he dropped Iris down. You hadn't even noticed that you were crying. You quickly wrapped him in your arms and he held you tight, fearing that you might slip away. You both didn’t speak for a long time, you were too busy being buried in each other's neck, but then you felt the moisture collect on your shoulder. As you let go, you realized his dam had broken and he was crying too.

“I love you Bucky bunny” you said playfully. Somehow long back, you had come up with this nickname while watching Looney Tunes; your magnificent brain had somehow morphed Bugs Bunny into Bucky bunny. He pretended to hate it saying it sounded like some porn stars name, and therefore you teased him even more. “I love you too.” he replied staring deep into your soul.

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As you both retired to your bedroom after ensuring Iris was fast asleep, you simply laid in bed without talking. Your hands were quietly exploring the same planes of his body you had travelled a million times over. You hesitated to touch his arm at first, fearing whether he was comfortable with it or not. But as you slowly began to trace the scars, he let out a long breath.

You wished he didn’t have to suffer this; you wished all went to the way it was previously; you wished that his eyes shone just as brightly as they did before. But that didn’t mean you loved him any less now. Though throughout the day he pretended to be just fine, you knew he wasn’t even close to being fine.

“Are you going to leave me?” he finally broke the silence. You couldn’t help but give him a confused expression, why would he ask that? “You don’t have to pretend. Not with me. Just say and I'll go. I don’t want to be a burden to you... ” you shut him up by kissing him. “I am not leaving you Buck. I’m gonna stick with you like an octopus.” you said chuckling. “Buck, we’ll go through everything and anything if we are together. I just want you to be happy. We'll make it work; we will find a way. And trust me when I say I love you more than anything.”

You spent the entire night, tangled in each other, telling him how much you loved and cherished him.

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You were tired and your back was aching after performing a long surgery. As you opened the door, you were greeted with the smell if your favorite dish being cooked in the house. As you walked straight to the kitchen you were stunned to see Bucky somehow managing to cook with Iris sitting on the kitchen counter. Though the kitchen was a mess, you weren't going to complaint, all you could see was the blinding happiness on his face.

“Look who is back! Guess what mama bear?” Bucky said joyously. You wondered what was the reason behind his joy. “Daddy is gonna get his arm back!” Rissie exclaimed happily. This wasn’t news to you though. You had talked to Bucky about getting a prosthetic arm and he hadn't been half this excited. Seeing your confusion Bucky responded “Well, I got a call this morning. They are not only giving me my job back but giving me a cool new arm. I'll be on duty again!”

You weren't sure whether to be happy or sad. You were euphoric about Bucky’s job and arm but at the same time you were worried for his life. “That’s amazing Buck!” you hugged him tightly as Iris slipped between you two. Your eyes were filled with happy tears. He was happy and that’s all that mattered right now.

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FOUR YEARS LATER

You finally had a holiday from your hectic schedule as a surgeon. Iris was off to school and after some pushing you had persuaded Bucky to go get groceries. You wondered what had happened to Bucky. Something had changed after he got that arm, rather everything had changed. He wasn’t lively anymore, he got irritated at small things, stared off absently into space not responding to anything, he constantly looked behind his back, nor did he laugh at any of your jokes, you missed his laughter and that's what hurt you the most.

Not to mention the horrid dead blank stare he gave you some days, intently looking at your every move like a predator, that thing scared the shit out of you. In the past two years not once you and Bucky had accepted Thor’s dinner invitations. You didn’t have many friends, you just had one, Thor. He was with you since your residency and you both worked together as trauma surgeons. Bucky and Thor had become quick friends too and the three of you went on many double dates. But that was a thing of the past. Now, whenever Thor invited you, Bucky simply came up with a stupid reason to not go. Bucky had become so closed off; he wasn’t the thoughtful and jolly Bucky you fell in love with.

Now that you finally had the house to yourself, you had decided to go on a cleaning spree. Currently you were in your bathroom; busy cleaning with your mop, when you accidentally slipped on some spilt soap water and ended up falling right beside the bathtub, your mop flew up and hit the ceiling tiles, thus displacing them. Suddenly a small diary fell right on your head. Placing your right hand on the ledge of the bath tub, you waited for everything to settle down and cursed loudly. “Fuck you, you goddamning son of a bitch! Everything had to fall on my head! Pathetic!”.

You saw that you mop as now dangling on the bath tub and that stupid diary which had apparently fallen from heaven knows where was laying right beside you. As you looked up, you noticed the displaced tiles and realized that’s where this must have fallen from. As you picked up the diary you noticed there wasn't any dust on it, so there wasn't a chance that the previous owners might have left something in the false ceiling above. And it definitely wasn’t you, Iris was too small to keep something there; that only left Bucky. But why did he never mention this diary before. What exactly was he hiding?

As you opened the diary, you realized that you couldn’t understand a single word written. It felt as it was written in some highly complex code language. You were sure it wasn’t any language spoken everyday by sane humans. As you flipped through the pages you realized that every page was written in the same format. At the top was presumably some names written in the code and the rest was probably the information of that person.

You wondered how did Bucky know this language? And why didn’t he ever tell you about anything, heck, he didn’t even mention it. And whose names had he written like it was the most confidential file? You got up and quickly closed the lid on the toilet and climbed up on it. You stuck your hand inside the hollow ceiling above to check if he was hiding something more.

Your hand caught something and you pulled it out, only to realize it was a laptop. You wondered why he needed a second laptop when he already had one for work purposes in the home office. You took the laptop and the diary and sat down in the bathroom itself, so that if you when you would hear Bucky come you would simply put everything back up in the ceiling. You opened the laptop and saw it was password protected. You decided you would have two tries at unlocking the laptop and if you didn’t crack it, you would simply confront him.

You first tried out typing Iris's name and her date of birth. But it was denied access. You thought for a minute more and entered your own name and your birthdate. And access was granted to you. You didn’t know whether to be happy that he had kept your name as his password or angry that he had been lying to you about whatever this was. As the laptop opened, you saw various files in it. You tapped on one and it seemed to open on a person’s resume. No, it wasn’t a resume, it was that person’s entire life history. It was like those files the assassins carried in movies with all the information about their target. You wondered what Jason Bourne shit this was.

As you read his name and saw the photos attached with it, you felt as if you had seen this person before. As you scrolled further, it finally clicked. A year before this person, who held a high position in the United Nations, was all over the news due to his untimely death caused by a heart attack. You had absolutely no interest in worldly matters, you already had a million problems on your head so you hadn't paid much attention and had not given a flying fuck. But now suddenly sweat was covering your forehead. You were worried sick as to why Bucky had all this information stored in a secret computer.

As you scrolled further, you almost reached the end of the file and that’s when you saw the video. With shaky hands you opened it. It seemed to be the security footage of that man’s bedroom and its resolution was pretty shitty. For the first few minutes all you saw was the man sleeping peacefully but as the video continued, you noticed it. The window in his room was slowly lifted as a man entered. He seemed to be dressed in tactical gear, his face was covered by a mask, but he was given away by one tell-tale sign. His arm. The metal arm with a red star on it glinted in the moonlight and you knew it was Bucky.

You watched as Bucky quietly walked towards the sleeping man. As he stood near the bed, he produced something from his pocket and bent down. As you strained your eyes, you saw that it was an injection. Your eyes widened as you clapped your hand around your mouth. That man hadn't died due to a heart attack, at least not natural. He was murdered by Bucky!

You opened another file, then another, they all were the same. In the beginning it was the information about the person, then a report as to how they died and then a video. All of them were well known figures; and all of them had been assassinated by Bucky. In one of the videos, you saw him choking the life out of a man with his metal arm and your mind wandered to the many times you would playfully tell him to choke you with the metal arm while fucking you; your hand unconsciously went to your throat at the thought.

Then you opened a file titled: The Winter Soldier. That was weird you thought, the other files were given numbers but not names. As you opened the file, you realized it was Bucky’s own. Apparently, his codename was The Winter Soldier. Everything about him was stated in that file systematically. His background, his education, his military career and the worst of all, there were your and Iris’s photos too. As you continued to read, you realized he wasn’t working in the military anymore. Four years before, the people who had called him were from an organization named Hydra. The name and symbol itself sent chills down your spine. God, was Bucky so stupid, the octopus symbol itself screamed that Hydra was up to no good.

In the beginning, you couldn’t believe Bucky had gotten such a fancy and technological advanced arm. Looking at it you wondered how much it cost, the material and the functions would make it no less than a few million dollars. Now why would the government spend so much money on a sergeant, not that Bucky didn’t deserve it but you were curious.

It felt as if he was hiding something from you. But you didn’t as ask as you knew he’d come around and tell you soon anyway. He needed time and you had plenty to give. But he never did. You had asked so many times whether the star was a tattoo of some sort and he had always deflected your questions. But now after reading this, you knew what all this was for. The arm, the pay raise, the irregular schedule, it was all Hydra. And Bucky was a professional assassin, and that too a deadly one.

Your eyes watered and bile rose to your throat as you saw a list, it was all the people he had killed, and the list was pretty big. You quickly placed the laptop besides you and began to puke your guts out in the toilet. In all the panic you failed to notice that a person was holding back your hair and soothingly rubbing your back.

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Scared

Shinmon Benimaru x F!Reader

SFW

No set timeline

Established relationship

Benimaru had been really off with her lately.

It wasn’t anything obvious, just small subtle changes in the way he looked at her or spoke to her, sometimes he would look like he wanted to say something and then wouldn’t. Usually, if he wanted to tell her something he would just come out and say it.

Y/N brought her chopsticks to her mouth and as she chewed she placed them back to her rice bowl, poking at the contents like she didn’t want to take another bite. Feeling eyes on her, she looked up to across the table where her gaze met Benimaru’s, his eyes were narrowed very slightly as he regarded her. Y/N nearly spoke up but the twins chose that moment to start a small fight to her left over the only piece of meat left - she heard Konro sigh on her right and the man leaned in to cut the piece in half for the girls. It was a typical morning for them… one she didn’t want to ruin.

“Y/N, you’re not eating.”

“Does your tummy still hurt?”

Turning her head with a quiet hum, Y/N smiled as two pairs of amber eyes looked up at her in a mixture of curiosity and concern, “I’m a little tired,” she reached over to adjust the yellow band in Hinata’s hair, she then leaned further and did the same for Hikage whilst brushing the rice from around their mouths. “I had two drunken idiots wake me up at three in the morning.”

Konro choked a little on his tea, having the decency to at least look embarrassed, “I wasn’t that bad, Y/N…”

“Konro,” the woman started and pointed her chopsticks at him, “You spent the good part of an hour trying to find the cat… a cat that we don’t even have.” Hearing an amused snort from Benimaru she then looked at him with an exasperated glare, “You climbed onto a set of drawers, giggling like a schoolgirl and meowing when he wasn’t looking.”

It would have been hilarious if she hadn’t been feeling like hell already, she had coaxed them into drinking water and then sent them to bed, which meant helping Benimaru get undressed and to sleep.

“Again?” He didn’t use a tone that was disbelieving but there was some sort of accusation that she couldn’t quite place. Benimaru’s eyes narrowed again, scanning her as if that would answer all of his questions and Y/N made herself busy with tidying the table, “You keep saying you feel sick - did you see the doctor like I said to?”

“You were supposed to come with us.” The Captain murmured into his cup, his head was still aching and the corner of his lips occasionally crept up into a smile; the sake still affecting him. “You were talking about it all week.”

And there it was.

Y/N had been waiting for him to pout about her ditching them last minute. They had planned a night out for weeks, it had taken some effort to convince Konro to let loose too and then a few hours before they were going to leave - she pulled out. “I already told you, I felt like I was going to puke.”

“I went last week…” Y/N said without looking at him, “They said I should just take it easy until it passes.” That wasn’t strictly true and it was why Y/N couldn’t look him in the eye. The news from the doctor had been a shock and she had walked out of the appointment in a daze, barely taking notice of anything - to the point she nearly walked into several people. It was going to change everything, it would ruin their family dynamic. She couldn’t imagine telling them that these breakfasts would never be the same again… that Benimaru would have to get used to going out without her.

Feeling her stomach twist a little she got up with the dishes and headed out before they could notice her eyes starting to water.

Just how was her lover going to take the news?

He already had so much going on; he protected the town, he put their Infernals to rest, he spoke with the families that had lost their loved one, he helped put back together the things he broke and Captained the Hikeshi. It had only been recently that he got the confidence to make more decisions without going to Konro first.

She didn’t want to burden him further.

There was already something bothering him too. Sometimes when they were together he would become stiff, his hand wouldn’t hold hers as tightly and several times he had ditched her. He’d say he had to run an errand that she knew he didn’t have and then leave - specifically telling her to stay behind.

It had gotten worse since she had started to throw up a few weeks prior.

At first, he had looked after her, rubbing her back and bringing her plenty to drink afterwards. The man acted aloof most of the time but she knew he had been worried… Maybe he knew. Maybe he was distancing himself so that he wouldn’t get hurt?

The rest of that morning Y/N went about her few tasks, fighting down nausea and worrying about her relationship. The twins had run out of the guardhouse to play once Y/N had checked they’d brushed their teeth and Konro had come to tell her that Shinra from Company 8 was coming for training. That would certainly keep Benimaru busy and she had no doubt he was thinking of ways to put Shinra on edge.

If Shinra was going then she’d need to get more food from the market, for him and Benimaru, they were going to use up plenty of their energy, physically and pyro-kinetically. Whilst going through a mental shopping list Y/N rounded the corned just as someone else did.

The tension was back in his body, she could feel it in the way his arms stiffened around her; there was a palpable feeling of trepidation rolling off of him, “Beni…?”

Trying to stop suddenly and move, Y/N tripped over her own feet and had to grab the wall to stay upright; Benimaru was a little more aware and twisted himself out of the way elegantly. “Since when were you that clumsy?”

“Shut up, Beni,” she huffed and then smirked at him, “The wall was going to attack you - I saved your life.” He rolled his eyes and barely a moment later his hands were at her lower back and hip, steadying her on her feet but lingering after he was sure she wouldn’t fall over. Benimaru was staring at her again, scanning, searching for something so intensely it made her cheeks feel warm and Y/N looked away.

“Hey,” the Captain brushed his hand over her the top of her head until he could pull her head forward to meet his. With their foreheads pressed together, she could feel her heart beating faster and she gently hooked her fingers into his belt, “You feel warm.” Benimaru worried she was hiding something from him, if she was still sick then all she had to do was tell him and he’d get her medicine… or was it worse than that? It was hard to tell if she was too warm because of his own, naturally higher, temperature.

Still, it was nice being close to Y/N and he felt now was probably the best time to talk to her about their relationship - the way things were drifting and changing.

Winding his arms around the base of her back he brought her closer to him, “You need to start being straight with me, I know something’s going on with you and I think maybe you’ve figured out why I’ve been wandering off so often?” She’d be stupid not to realise his attempt to speak with her and his sudden need to do something, anything, to be away from her. “We’ve been together for a while, even as kids we always hung out, it’s getting a little old…”

Opening her eyes, that she hadn’t realised she’d even closed, Y/N met his mismatched eyes, the circle and cross stark over the ruby of his iris’. He looked too serious and if she was honest it was kind of frightening - Did he know?

“I don’t wanna be your boyfri-”

“Captain Shinmon!” Whatever Benimaru had been about to say was drowned out by Shinra rounding the corner and giving one of his ridiculous, formal salutes, “I’m ready for…uh… I… can come back?” The young man looked at the embracing couple and a small blush came to his cheeks, he had disturbed something quite intimate, hadn’t he?

Y/N forced a smile onto her lips and stepped out of Benimaru’s arms, her hands smoothing down her clothes, “Why come back when Beni can beat you to a pulp now?”

“Y/N! It’s training! I’m here for training!” He didn’t always get beaten up, and sure, the woman often patched him up but that didn’t mean he’d gotten beat up.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s Beni handing your ass to you. I’m sure one day you might graze our God of Destruction here!” Her fingers carded into Shinra’s hair and gave it a ruffle as she made to pass him, “Do your best. I’m going to go buy dinner.” Y/N pat him once more and headed further into the guardhouse.

Shinra blinked as he watched after her, he knew fake smiles when he saw one and that had definitely been one. What was going on? Why was she acting that way? He turned to ask the Captain if Y/N was okay but his eyes widened and he froze. The lack of natural light in the hallway made the glowing eyes of the Captain all the more obvious and there was an air of menace about him, all Shinra could do was grin nervously and let out a pathetic, “Sorry?”

x - -

Konro could feel her hands shaking as she treated the back of his left shoulder, the area was one of his worst for pain and sensitivity, he knew she was being as gentle as she could be but as he took a sharp breath in Y/N placed her hand on his bicep and apologised. She hated making this worse for him and Konro was too stubborn to admit it hurt… or rather, too much of a gentleman to tell her. When she had come into his room to replace his bandages he had noticed she had looked ready to burst into tears.

She was never really one to cry for no real reason, he had known her since she was a little kid and regarded her as something of a little sister - so he was more than concerned at how quiet she was, how upset she seemed to be.

Maybe she was still feeling sick?

A small sniff came from behind him and he finally caved, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” She placed one of the patches from Haijima over the scorched skin of his shoulder blade and taped it carefully in place. A moment of silence later and she tried to tell him in a calm, grown-up way but instead blurted out, “B-Beni’s dumping me!”

He heard a muffled sob and Konro turned around so that he could face her, he placed his hand on her head and pet it gently whilst she cried into her hands, hiding her face from him. There was no way that could be true, absolutely no chance of it, “That’s ridiculous.”

“No, no, he… he-” The words wouldn’t come out.

“Y/N. Take a breath.” Konro was firm with her, his hand now giving her shoulder a little shake, “What happened?”

He glared at the wall at the far end of the training yard for a long moment before sighing loudly, visibly deflating, “And what’s with her napping in the middle of the day and picking at her food and being so sensitive?”

He handed her a clean piece of bandage so that she could wipe her eyes and running nose before waiting patiently for her. “We nearly bumped into each other in the hall and we got to talking… he… he’s been off with me lately, staring at me, running off, trying to say something but then cutting himself off.” It seemed like petty little things but they all added up, “He said… he said, ‘I don’t wanna be your boyfriend’…” Y/N began to cry harder than before, hunching in on herself as she tried to vanish into thin air. “It’s all my fault!” she sobbed, “I’m going to ruin everything! After what the doctor said - I - I’m scared, Konro!” She felt arms around her and went to the man easily, hugging him tight as he tried to calm her. “I’m scared…”

The Lieutenant sometimes forgot that Benimaru and Y/N were still so young, barely out into their twenties. They were both tough, shouldering a lot of responsibility that they shouldn’t have to… Maybe if he’d been stronger they could have relaxed more. “Why are you scared, Y/N? What did the doctor say?” He pulled her away so that he could see her face clearly, “Are you sick?”

x - -

Ruby eyes widened and he nearly spat out his water as Konro told Benimaru about Y/N’s earlier breakdown. The Captain had been taking a break with Shinra when Konro brought them some food and water before telling him about Y/N. “She thinks I’m trying to leave her?!” Benimaru was incredulous at the suggestion, “Are you serious? Is she an idiot?!” How could she think he would even be able to get up in the morning without knowing she was beside him? If anything ever happened to her he would burn the entire Tokyo Empire down if he had to. “Where is she now?”

“She’s sleeping. We kept her up and she’s… she’s got a reason to be exhausted.” Unconsciously he stepped in front of the entrance to prevent Benimaru rushing in to find Y/N. “Look, I know you’re nervous about telling her what you wanna say but you’re freaking her out, Beni.”

“How do I just propose out of the blue? How do I word that shit, Konro?” He blurted out angrily and raked his fingers through his hair, “Stupid Shinra interrupted and she ran off!” Benimaru threw his hand out to point at Shinra who was sat with his mouth open and ramen hanging limply from his chopsticks, feeling overly awkward witnessing the conversation and being blamed. “I’ve been trying for weeks! Every time I open my mouth to ask her I get tense, then I just don’t…”

Konro put his hands on his hips and glanced at Shinra who was trying to pretend he wasn’t there. He knew the answer to Benimaru’s question but it wasn’t for him to say - he had promised to keep it quiet until Y/N was ready. After she had calmed down and finished treating him Konro had told her to go to bed. She was too exhausted and upset to get much done and he was worried about her health too. “You should ask her yourself… sooner rather than later.”

Benimaru’s eyebrows furrowed at the comment, “Oi, Shinra,” he saw the boy jump out of the corner of his eyes, “Finish that up and then I got some errands for you.”

“That’s not training!” He complained loudly

x - -

“Beni…” she could feel her eyes begin to burn with tears and tried harder to pull out of his grasp, “I can’t do this right now, Benimaru. Let go, I need to go!” She felt nauseous, her head was spinning and her stomach was churned as bile started to claw its way up her throat.

Two days passed and nothing had really changed.

Benimaru was still torturing Shinra whilst trying to get a moment alone with Y/N. The woman had been tired lately and by the time he got to bed she was fast asleep, first thing in the morning he would wake up to her throwing up in the adjoining bathroom; it was the first times he was grateful for the perk of not having to share with the whole building.

It was hard to propose to someone who was sleeping, sick or actively avoiding you.

After finishing up a little training with Shinra he headed toward the markets, Benimaru figured she’d be shopping for lunch and catching up with the residents. His eyes swept left to right, searching for her through the busy crowd, “Y/N!” He spotted her at the end of the street heading back towards the Guardhouse, “Oi, I gotta talk to you!” Benimaru shoved past some of the scaffolders fixing another building as he tried to keep an eye on her - he caught up with her and grabbed her wrist, “Didn’t you hear me?” He knew she had and figured she’d been trying to run away from him again.

“Beni,” Y/N tried to pull her hand back, “Let go.”

He refused, “This is important - I’m not putting it off anymore!” He was going to come straight out and say it this time; if anyone interrupted he was going to kill them. “I didn’t wanna do this in the middle of the street but we need to talk.”

“No.” The Captain kept a tight hold and stepped closer, “Y/N, I can’t take it anymore… I wanna- !!” He hadn’t expected her to double over and throw up over his boots; had it been anyone else he would have been angry and shoved them away. Instead, he caught Y/N around the waist as she nearly fell onto her knees. Using one hand to rub her back and moving his body to block her from prying eyes, Benimaru realised she wasn’t running away from him after all. “Sorry…” Benimaru murmured, “I didn’t realise, come on, I’ll take you home.”

When he returned to their room he found her on their futon with the covers over her crossed legs, “Here, it tastes like crap but I hope it helps.”

He left his boots at the door and took her straight to their room, quietly and gently he helped her remove her yukata that she had soiled trying to cover her mouth earlier. He wasn’t put off in the slightest and Benimaru helped clean her up a little before he got her fresh clothes, “Go rinse your mouth and I’ll get you something to help your stomach.”

Guilt gnawed away at him after he had left her to boil the kettle - she must have been so embarrassed to be sick in the street. He hadn’t meant to do that to her…

“Thanks…” They sat in silence, heavy and dense, whilst Y/N took a few sips and mulled over how to tell him - should she tell him? It felt suffocating and then all of a sudden they both looked at each other and spoke.

Another moment of quiet.

“Beni, I’m pregnant.”

“Y/N, marry me.”

“You’re not breaking up with me?”

“A baby?”

“You’ll get what you’re given, Beni.”

Benimaru put his hand over her mouth, “I love you, I’d never break up with you.”

She moved his hand from her mouth with a small frown, “Are you only asking me because you figured out I was pregnant? I don’t want that, I don’t want to hold you back and force you into some dumb honour marriage!”

“I didn’t figure out shit. I just thought you had a bug or something.” Benimaru was a little annoyed with what she was saying but now wasn’t the time for an argument, “I was trying to tell you the other day, this relationship is kinda old now, I’m done with just being your boyfriend and I wanna be your husband. I wanna have the old biddies asking me how my wife is doing… Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

This was a little too much to take in at once and she felt her body getting hot; she was so tired of too many emotions attacking her at once. He loved her and he wanted to be her husband, to stay with her forever and as she looked at him looking at her she felt tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. “I thought you had figured it out… I thought… I thought you wouldn’t want a baby, you already have so much to do and I didn’t want to burden you and - I… I was scared, Beni, I don’t know anything about bab-”

“You’re not a burden.” He cut her off and pulled her onto his lap as he saw her burst into tears, “You say I have too much to do already but you’re the one keeping us all fed and watered. You look after the twins better than anyone and you’re great with kids. You keep me in line, you help Konro… I was hoping we could try for kids in a few years or something but you always were impatient…” The man felt Y/N grumble into his shoulder, wiping her face on his coat, but she sounded better than a moment ago, “I want a girl.”

“Isn’t a wife supposed to be obedient?”

She jabbed him in the ribs and wriggled back a little to half glare at him, “I haven’t agreed to marry you yet.”

This was better, he stroked her cheek with his fingers and smiled as she nuzzled into it, “As if you’d say no - who else you gonna marry here?”

Y/N shrugged and pretended to give it a little thought, “Shinra’s kind of sweet.”

A smirk flashed across Benimaru’s face and he hugged her close again, “Can’t marry him if he’s dead.”

“Can’t marry him if he’s dead.”

It was still a frightening thing, she was having a baby and now she was getting married. Everything was changing and for the first time, Y/N realised it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Then a different thought struck her, “Beni… where is Shinra?”

#fire force #shinmon benimaru #reader #enen no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years

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You're my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt7

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, mention of Pain, Blood, Violence, Body horror, Graphic Transformation

Previously

All of them look at each other, with fear and worry on their faces. Trying to know who has the answer. While Lucifer look through the hold in the ceiling and into the sky, wondering where is Mammon taking you and hope that the two of you are safe.

You and Mammon are curl up in each other. You have your arms wrap around his torso, your legs wrap around one of his and you have your face in the crooks of his neck.

While he his arms wrap around you. His wings are scratch out behind him and a tail grow over night is bounces about behind him, when it hit a small statue over hitting coins making a noise. Causing him to wake up.

He yawns and use his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes, not knowing his fingers turn into talon claws he accidentally scratch his cheek.

“OW! The fuck was that?” his cursing woke you up, like somedays you sleepily smack his face with your palm. “Mammon I’m trying to sleep”

“I’m sorry, it just I felt something scratch my~” he finally focuses on his hand, his eyes widen.

“G’AAAAAH!” Mammon jumps up and scream in a panic completely waking you up. As he stares at his hand, then he felt that his wings are out so he brought them Infront of him and shock that his wings are different causing him to panicking more.

“Mammon calm down!” slowly got up and walk over to him, as he flailing his arms and wings around almost hitting. Then you quickly gave him a wake slap on his cheek, stop him from moving.

You cup his face with your hands and look at him directly in the eyes.

“Baby, calm down and change back” he nods grab your wrist and uncapping his face. As stood up straight. “Right......right okay” he took a deep and try to focus. However, nothing is happening he try shaking both hands, but still nothing.

“I-I can’t change back” he looks at you a defeated face, scare of what’s happen. Then he looks back down to his hand eh or talons clenching them and drop down on his knees as he brought his arms close to his chest.

“Mammon” you mutter under you’re breathe. You kneel down beside him hug him at his head running you through his hair. “You’re not alone, I’m here will…. Will find a way to change you back. I promise” you kiss him on the cheek and nuzzle face into his. He brough one hand on top of your arm and push it closer to his mouth kiss it. “Thank you…...I-I love you so much”

You smile and hug him even tighter “I love you too” you said it in a loving tone.

“Now…… where are we? and you have a tail!”

“I can see the outside of the cave, come on” you quicken your pace at the sight of light well moonlight, with Mammon following behind you.

Once you two are out of the cave, you notice that you are surrounded by trees.

“This is isn’t the wood near the house?” you look back at Mammon, who is confuse as you are.

You grab his hand and smile reassure him, he blinks and flash a cocky smile back to you his little way of making you feel safe with him.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll just fly up and see we’re we at” he lets go of you hand and gets ready to fly looking in the sky. Before he leaps, he looks over to you “Be back in a sec” then his off in the air, as you watch him fly up.

Once he got high enough, he looks arounds and let out an airless gasp.

Miles and miles of nothing but trees and the mountain with the cave where you two came out from. But that doesn’t shock Mammon. What shock him was remembers this forest, it’s the same one in his nightmare with the same trees and the same mountain where he saw Nightmare Satan standing a top from.

He quickly flew back down, as he decent down he can feel his heart races as everything is coming back to him, why you two are here, why he brought you to the cave, and why he needs to bring you back to his cavern.

He landed Infront of you with a worry look on his face.

“Mammon? What did you saw?” but he didn’t reply all he did was walk close to you grab your uninjured arm, and start heading back to the cave with you in tow.

“Mammon”

“He’s still out there, you’re not safe out here”

“Who’s still out there?”

“Basto! That son of a bitch got out from prison and Lucifer knew and didn’t tell me or the others. Now he’s loose in Devildom and we don’t know where he is or what is his next plan”

Your eyes widen to the revelation “What?” you mutter under your breathed.

“I’m not letting him get near ya” he quickens his pace and tighten his grab on your wrist.

“Mammon please slowly down” you call out to him, but he couldn’t hear you as he continues to talk.

“If I ever see him…...”

“Mammon!”

“I’ll kill him!” he said it a deep and threating voice.

“Mammon it hurts!?!” that snap him back from his train of thought, he quickly looks back and see your face pain, he looks down to your arm and saw your hand twitching cause of his grab. He immediately let go step away from you scare to what he almost did to you.

“I-I’m sorry” he can barely say it without chocking on his own words.

“Mammon” you call out to him with a worry tone, as you try to reach out to hold him.

He shook his head trying to snap out of his guilt daze. “J-just stay inside the cave. I-I’ll need some spaces, I be back once I get a clear head and when a have some food”

Before you can say anything, he flew off leaving you near the cave. Feeling guilty of hurting you tears start building up in his eyes as he flies over to the nearby lake.

“Fuck. fuck. fuck. FUCK!!” Mammon curse to himself, as he bangs his arm in the tree near the Lake.

“Why is it always everything I do, I screw up and the others always have to clean up”

Maybe because you get way over your head or you don’t think clear enough to the point always jump to conclusions.

Mammon tremble to hear a voice in these woods, whip his body looking around where the voice came from.

“W-who’s there, if that’s you Levi this isn’t funny…... Its not like a can get scare or something” Mammon playing his brave card. Which the voice isn’t buying it.

Are you being serious right now! This is the first time I hear you talk like you aren’t afraid, and I don’t believe you!

Mammon face turn pale, he couldn’t move because he was frozen in fear. When the voice spoke again.

Oh, for the love of ~ MOVE!!!

Mammon startle by the yelling. “Oi ya don’t have to yell…… by the way where are ya?” he looks arounds “All I see are trees and the Lake~” Mammon trails off when he saw a figure reflecting on the surface of the lake near shore.

Mammon walks slowly to the lake, as he got closer to the lake can finally make out what’s is reflected on the lake.

It was a white crow-like beast with his front legs serve as he’s wings, with gold similar marking across his torso and his horns similar to Mammon’s only bigger. And his eyes with sapphire blue iris and ink black sclera looking directly at Mammon. It was his demonic form, his beast within, Finally face to face, but Mammon start laughing like a mad man.

“Hahahahaha……. I might be going crazy, because I seeing things”

Or you finally losing control over your mind and making it easier for me to take over.

“No!! I been eating those stupid petals; I can’t be losing control”

Oh…... the same petals you been vomiting for the past two weeks.

Mammon mouth gave open to the realization, on what the beast was talking about.

He quickly shut his mouth and stomp over to the reflection and drop down to his knees and start smacking the water.

“Yer not here! Yer still lock up in mine mind!”

Face it! There nothing stopping me from taking over. Even smack the water…… will you stop that!!!

Mammon stops mid smack at the beast command, he huffs crosses his arms and turn his back at the beast. but after a moment of silence Mammon demeanor changed.

“Please…...”

Hm???

“Please do take over, not-not just yet…… at least let me take y/n back to my brothers…... I-I” Mammon start sobbing causing his voice to crack. “I don’t want to leave them here in the woods alone and scare and I want to see them one last” Mammon start crying to the idea of not see you again. But Mammon heard the beast laughing, causing he to look back to the beast.

“Oi this isn’t funny, how cruel are ya” but the beast shook his head at Mammon earning him a confuse look on Mammon’s face.

If your smart enough to realize that I’m not planning

“What are you talking about?” but only met with the beast smiling even with a beak.

Let’s just say after our talk you’ll be begging me to help you.

“Mammon!! Where are you?” You call out to your boyfriend as you wandering in the cold and unforgiving woods looking for him. At least you’re wearing his jacket.

Is been hours since you decide to look for Mammon, in hindsight this wasn’t one of your smart ideas. But you could stay in the cave and wait for Mammon.

Its Mammon you’re talking about, the same demon who runs when from his mess and try to hide from the brothers who he gets them involve with his shenanigans, and the same demon who said to you to run away with him, when he gets emotional.

No, you need to find him, and be there for him in his time of need.

“Mammon~” before you finish shouting his name, you heard him scream in agony.

“Mammon…...” mumble his name, in fear of him being in pain. You start running towards the screaming, each step you took your heart start beating faster. And the louder screaming gets you start feeling tears falling from your eyes.

You saw a clearing ahead, as you got closer you saw a lake and Mammon crouch down digging his claws into the dirt as his body violently shaking.

“MAMMON!” you scream his name in fear and sadness, causing him look at you shock that you manage to find him in this big ass woods.

“Y/n…...” his voice sound hoarse, due to the screaming or something else causing it.

You rush over to him, only stop dead in your traces when raises his hand up.

“StaY BaCK…… PLeaSE……. I-I…….. dOn’t WaNt tO hURt yA……” you cover your mouth with both hands as you start to cry, hearing his voice change in each word to his normal one and to a sinister one. Seeing Mammon in pain causing you to fall on your knees sobbing. All you can do is be here for him.

He smiles at you for comfort, while tears of pain slowly fall from his eyes through his cheek telling. And he mouthed I love you, before looking down and groan it pain.

Then his wings folds in half and start creeping through his arms, as the end of the wings made it to Mammon’s wrist the thumb part of the wings dug into skin causing him to scream in pain, and you yelp.

Then feathers start sprouting out throughout his body, his boots start to tear open revealing four toe talons, feeling his face start to change he turn his back on you not showing what his about to do.

He stood up on his legs, as his body start to grow longer. Then he grabs and dig his talons into his face draw blood, luckily his palm is over his mouth muffle his scream of agony. As the sound of clothes tearing over leaping his muffle scream. Well now for long, as he feels growing under his skin of his face, irritated he start rip off the flesh of his face revealing a beak growing where once his mouth was. As he continues to remove the remaining flesh on his face.

He’s voice start to change into something demonic and animalistic, he’s screams turns to a crow-like shriek. As his skeletal frame start arranging themselves in his demonic form with bones bending and breaking.

Once done, He let out an unnerving shriek before dropping down on all fours and shake off the remaining clothes, blood, and flesh off of him, then turn his head at your direction with his sapphire blue glowing eyes stare at you.

Terrified you took a step; he sees that you’re moving he face his entire body towards you, he shrieks as his feathers stand upright and he pounces forward, see it made you trip and fall on your back, before you can get Mammon was on top of you pinning you down on the ground as he stares into your eyes. Scare of was going to happen, the only thing you can muster in this moment of fear is.

“Mammon”

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me reader x mammon #obey me monster love #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me blue lotus petals

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grasshopperjay · 3 years

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letting up

evermore series | track 6: no body, no crime

no body no crime, but i wasn’t letting up until the day he died.

pairing: jay halstead x reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: murderer!reader, death

You can’t say you weren’t expecting his visit, but you weren’t expecting him so soon. He really was exceptional at his job. It was an honestly an insult to his intelligence that you thought maybe he wouldn’t figure it out.

When you enter your dark apartment to a tall figure in your entryway, you’re slightly startled but recover quickly, shrugging off your jacket before you turn on your light.

Jay’s shoulders are tense, his mouth pressed into a firm line.

“Hi Jay,” You whisper, but he holds up a hand, dismissing pleasantries with a shake of his head.

“You framed her.” He whispers and your stomach drops, but you steal yourself, hiding your reaction as best as you can.

You raise your eyebrows, “What do you mean?” You ask, and he stalks closer, an intimidating step that has you crowding back against the wall. He cages you in, standing only inches away.

“You know what I mean.” His voice remains soft, but the intensity is there. “My unit missed every clue but I didn’t, it wasn’t the mistress, Y/N. What. The hell. Did you do?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You repeat.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N!” Finally the dam breaks, and he yells, slamming his fist against the wall by your head.

You look between Jay and the wall, your chest heaving with breathes that are threatening to give you away.

You don’t want to believe Jay would lie, that he would come here with a wire on or something, trying to get a confession. But you also know that if you admit something to him, and this goes south, you could put him in an awful position. A position where he would have to lie under oath.

And you loved him. He would never love you back but none the less, you wouldn’t- couldn’t- do anything to hurt him. Ever.

Which is why you could never tell him. Why you could never admit it to him out loud.

“Jay.” You say, reaching down to hold his hand. You move closer with pleading eyes before you say again, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stares back at you with hard eyes, but the longer you hold his line of vision, the more the cold blue hues in his iris’ fade. Finally he releases a breath, and crowds you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble. The apology is loaded, weighted with something much more than a simple vindication. When he pulls back to look at you, you search his eyes for an answer, and he sighs, letting you go before he turns his back on you.

“They won’t find out.” He says finally, and you almost let go a sigh of relief.

More silence ensues, and Jay takes a seat on the couch. He thinks long and hard, his head in his hands before he says, “You could have come to me for help, we could have pinned him.”

If you could tell him everything, you’d say: You’d never find enough evidence. He was careful.

It’s almost like Jay can hear your thoughts because he says, “It might have taken a while but we would have found her.”

Your eyes shut painfully when he says it, and you raise a hand to your head, like it will help shut out the thoughts that have been plaguing you for months. Your best friend’s cold body, out there somewhere, bloated and decaying.

It was something you saw nearly every time you closed your eyes, and the only thing that subsided it, was picturing him the same way. It shouldn’t bring you peace to know that he suffered the same way she did, but it does.

And that makes you someone that Jay could never love. That makes you a killer.

“I had a summer job with Este in high school, cleaning houses.” You whisper, and if you could tell him everything, you’d say: I know how to cover up a scene.

You take a few steps closer, Jay’s eyes don’t leave yours. “Este’s sister and I went to the movies on Friday.” I have an alibi.

“My dad taught me how to drive the boat, I got my license when I was fifteen.” I know how to get rid of a body.

Jay stands, taking the remaining steps towards you. Then he whispers, “The mistress took out a big life insurance policy. They think she did something.”

You nod once, and he leans down, a pained look on his face. He kisses you once on the cheek and then says, “But… No body, no crime.”

#chicago pd #jay halstead #jesse lee soffer #jay halstead imagine #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead x reader #one chicago #jesse lee soffer imagine

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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potent but not real, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader

summary: You kill people. Kim Taehyung doesn’t. He assisted you with one particular kill and then he kissed you. And, like a needle of methadone, the two of you chase the high again and again, knowing there is no hope for you. But there is for him. All Taehyung has to do is to walk away from your eyes.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of murder (non-graphic); sociopathic reader; unprotected sex (fem reader, sex in an office after hours, f-receiving oral, fucking against a desk, (symbolic) lipstick-covered motel sex, m-receiving oral, cowgirl); implied angst; non-idol!AU - office worker!Taehyung x assassin!reader (John Wick-esque)

Inspired by Methadone by Rise Against. The italicized bits are parts of the lyrics sprinkled throughout the story. If you like rock, check ‘em out!

The last time was a five-star hotel, but this time was a dingy motel, and you dressed appropriately. Thin-strapped flimsy black dress, kitschy animal print fur coat, strappy heels, and torn stockings, stumbling along the halls, ignored by others because you were mumbling under your breath, empty bottle in your hand, hair astray and makeup smeared.

No one wants a dirty-looking prostitute, and especially not a crazy one.

If anyone bothered to look at your face, they would have noticed how beautiful you were, caked under layers of makeup. They would have noticed that despite your erratic steps and nonsensical words, your eyes were shockingly clear, observing everything, hawk-like and hyper-focused. They would have seen that you took care not to move your left side too much, the thick fur hiding a barely-there lump.

You tipped into a door and tripped into the motel room.

The door instantly snapped closed behind your fallen body.

Locked.

love like a needle full of methadone

You rolled onto your back, looking up. Kim Taehyung stared down at you.

How did it come to this?

potent but not real, left you wanting more lipstick track-marks bleeding wet

It had only been a job, a woman this time. The higher-ups usually had you take the women. It was easy, but you needed an in, and Kim Taehyung had been that in. He was aware of what was happening and he was getting paid to keep his mouth shut. The first time you met him had been calm, neutral smiles as you greeted the tall, dark-haired man. You had worn appropriate office attire, slightly ill-fitted pants, starchy white dress shirt, big glasses, prim bun. Taehyung had greeted you at the door of the company he worked at. Your role was an outsourced advisor to help the company heads improve productivity and workflow. Taehyung led you around the floors, showing you various things, but none of it mattered. What mattered was the information Taehyung would provide you after hours. Names, schedules, addresses.

The woman had also worked at this company.

Had.

You did not ask for the reasoning. Embezzlement? Public shame? Had blackmail on someone? Had sex with the wrong rich man or woman? It didn’t matter. People die in senseless ways every day and one more meant nothing to you. That was your great skill, a skill unmatched by any other.

No remorse.

Perfect for the murder business.

And, like one truly born from the Eastern cultural mindset, instead of trying to get help or cure yourself of your apathy, you monetized your skill by becoming an assassin.

for us child, the stars refuse to shine why for us child, do the stars refuse to shine?

You followed the woman for weeks. The timing was important. Patience was key. Blending in, a different guise every week, a different method planned every day. The thing about killing for hire was that if you didn’t want to be caught, you couldn’t have a pattern. If you didn’t settle on a method, it couldn’t be connected back to you. That was the way you liked to do things.

The perfect weapon, a dangerous method.

The higher-ups were impatient, but you didn’t care. You knew what must be done and, when you’re the one doing the dirty work, you didn’t let them question you. If they wanted this to end a different way, they would have used a different assassin. But they chose you for a reason. You always had the cleanest kill, completely untraceable.

No one would ever know the Circle was involved.

It was a spotless erasure.

The reward was hefty, and, throughout the years, you earned far more than any human needed in their lifetime. Money was never your drive, but you took it all. You knew your own worth. Your work was too good to be underappreciated.

Taehyung was in on it. He knew it was going to happen. He gave you the name, the address, her usual timetable. He presented it all to you, without question, on a shadowy, starless night. You stared into his dark brown eyes, wondering why he could do such a thing. He held your gaze, dark hair pushed back, sculpted brows, serious expression. You wondered if he was broken like you, but that sort of thing was impossible.

There is no one as unhinged as you.

“Why are you this business?” he asked quietly in his deep, baritone voice.

It wasn’t accusing or beseeching. It was simply a question, no flaff attached to it.

“Because I’m well-suited for it.” You tapped the side of your head. Unsmiling. “Some screws fell loose when I was molded from the clay.”

Taehyung kept his gaze on you, blinking slowly. You expected him to recoil in disdain, be confused, or simply retreat from your unsmiling, vacant demeanor. Instead, he took a step closer.

“You shouldn’t need screws when molding from clay.”

One step closer, looking down, casting shadows all over his face.

“You only need screws when you’re making a machine.”

Taehyung leaned in and kissed you.

we wound up back here again

Fucking.

It was always a means to an end, something you did to fulfill that carnal need, a need that you did not understand very well, but it was there, and, like a starving beast, it demanded to be satisfied. Taehyung kissing you in a random office twelve stories up in a random skyscraper didn’t mean much.

But there was no consequence either.

You grabbed his head and crashed your lips to his again.

The risks were low. You knew everything about Kim Taehyung. The higher-ups of the Circle briefed you on him. You had his education history, knew every apartment he had lived in and every girlfriend he had ever dated. Had access to his credit card history, his medical records, everything.

He knew nothing about you.

Taehyung didn’t know you had no traceable past, didn’t know you had no home, didn’t know you belonged to the most powerful group of assassins the world has ever had the misfortune to create, didn’t know how many nights you spent in and out of consciousness, body traumatized and stitched back together, for you, a tool of the Circle, to be used once more.

This was your choice. Anyone could get out.

You just have to ask to die.

You sucked on his tongue and he groaned in your mouth, hands sliding between your arms to grasp your buttons and undo them one by one, thrusting his tongue in your mouth as he did so. Your breathing deepened, surrounding yourself with his warm herbal scent, fingers sinking into his cheeks, your shirt coming apart and his hands diving in, kneading your breasts with his strong hands.

Saying nothing.

There was nothing to say, because it was senseless, foolish, the worst idea imaginable. Yet, despite your demure and borderline unflattering appearance, Taehyung could see your hawk-like and hyper-focused gaze. You caught him watching you, not just your body, but your eyes, taking every opportunity to observe them. You could see his mind memorizing the shape, the iris color, the position of every lash.

Against your lips, he whispered, locking you with his stare.

“Your eyes are art to me.”

Taehyung knew. He must know that you were a highly trained assassin, which was only a pretty word for paid serial killer. It made you the lowest of the low, the worst kind of human being, the kind that does not deserve compliments or sweet nothings.

He pushed your head back and licked your neck, up your trachea, collarbone to chin, leaving a long, wet stripe of saliva.

The unnatural action made your shiver in his hands.

He kissed down, scooping your breasts out, nicking your skin with his teeth, not asking, but aware that you could break his neck at any second. The Circle could call you right now and tell you Kim Taehyung needed to die and you would kill him without hesitation or remorse.

His lips closed around your nipple and his dark eyes were on yours once more.

There were no stars tonight.

The world that you and Taehyung had created in this spare office was only lit from below by the unsuspecting city through the window.

He sucked hard. He used teeth. He licked and pulled and streams of saliva dripped down your chest, your body shuddering in his hands, hands falling back onto the desk and leaning back, Taehyung over you, your shirt falling down your upper arms, the euphoric rush almost unbearable, too much feeling for your empty heart.

No talking, no words, nothing but sound. Gasps, slurping, kissing down your stomach, skin being scraped with teeth and hands, Taehyung’s dark eyes on your face, always on your face, and you looked down at him, watching him undo your slacks, never losing control, not even as he pushed your panties down and snaked his tongue in between your folds. Your jaw clenched as his warmth invaded yours, your hand fitting on the back of his head, curling your fingers in his hair, a solid grip that could not be broken unless he finished his job. His tongue slid in and flicked your clit, stroking its ego, your hips grinding into his face, nearly suffocating him, but Taehyung said nothing, his stare never leaving, almost unnerving, but you didn’t care.

Slicker, stronger, rougher, his lips closing in, sucking and licking, teeth nicking your clit, his hands on your ass and nails digging in, pushing you to him and lengthening the stroke of your hips to his face, flooding his mouth with sweet honey and his ears with savage snarls, his eyebrow cocking, the only indication that he was asking for you to cum, fingers splayed over your ass cheeks.

You sucked in a breath and bucked into his face, hissing, clit almost painfully throbbing, and Taehyung finally shut his eyes, groaning as he drank it all like he was trapped in the desert and your leaking core was his oasis.

He didn’t bother murmuring your name.

It wasn’t your real name anyway.

like unstable chemicals combining only to explode

Assassins don’t need to procreate.

You were given options.

You chose complete removal.

Your uterus was probably in some biohazardous landfill, rotting away.

The only visible scar was mixed with the thousands all over your skin. It didn’t mean much to you.

Taehyung removed his face from between your legs, strings of your cum all over his chin. They snapped and hung downwards, so viscous that they just suspended there. He wiped it up his skin and licked it off, breathing hard.

Maybe that was all he wanted, but that was not all you wanted.

You yanked him up by his tie, nearly making him choke, and then his orgasm-stained breath was in your face. You pushed his face to the side, fitting your chin to his broad shoulder and inhaled that comforting herbal scent, the scent of Taehyung, and you unbuckled his pants, pushing them down, sliding your hand under the waistband of his underwear and pulling his already hard cock out. He gasped into your neck, grabbing your arm, but you growled, pumping his length roughly, making it swell to its full girth in your hand.

You knew how big he was. It was recorded in his medical record.

what would it take for you to notice

You pulled one of your legs out of your pants, fitted it around his waist, and shoved him inside you, grimacing, your ass against the desk. Taehyung pulled his head back, dark brown eyes wide, shocked that you took him so fast but, to you, pain was life, and this was nothing. In fact, it was welcome pain, being stretched out, sinking down on him, maintaining eye contact.

“What if–”

“It’s not possible for me to get pregnant anymore.”

He searched your eyes, looking for the lie. He mouthed the word, anymore, and there were questions, but you cared not for them, slapping your hips to his and he gasped, grabbing your leg and fucking you hard, right into the desk, sloppy, wet, but so much force, lifting you a little to sit you partially on the wood and then pound you harder, practically impaling you with his large cock. Even then, your back didn’t arch. Even then, your head didn’t tilt back. You were panting, primal noises at your throat, and his eyes were on yours, and then your moans and his moans matched, both of you committing arson, setting your worlds ablaze with lust, your nails scraping against the desk and his nails piercing your thigh, leaving bruises and marks.

Taehyung leaned in, a heavy sigh and wanton hiss, your hot breath mixing with his, loud slaps of skin on skin, his cock brutally slamming into you, your pussy tightening all around him. In an instant, one particularly jarring thrust and you felt the rush igniting all your nerves at once, a wordless gasp between your bodies as it all crashed down on him. He grunted, jaw set, closing one eye at the force of your orgasm milking his out, cramming your tightness full of his release, hot strings painting your insides, wasted in the name of senseless desire.

i am a heart on fire and all the world's a fuse so don't get close

And now, in this dingy motel, dressed like a cheap whore, you looked up at Kim Taehyung, clad in a plain green sweater vest and t-shirt, light wash jeans ripped up and showing off his muscular legs. He stood out more than you, his strong and handsome features far too difficult to disguise, but he was no one of note, a simple company man who would never be investigated for anything because he was insignificant on paper. There was nothing for Kim Taehyung to hide.

Nothing except his nights with you.

the trouble and the worth am i better off on my own?

You got off the floor and went to the bathroom to wipe off your face, frowning at the amount you had piled on to mask most of your features. Taehyung waited patiently, as he had all this time. He didn’t want to see you with all that on either. You washed your face and came out of the bathroom, shouldering out of your fur coat and draping it on a rickety chair, nearly collapsing it with the weight.

Revealing your gun holster.

It sat on your left side, within easy reach of your right hand. You had a limited number of bullets. You never wasted your shot. This wasn’t an action movie. You unclicked the buckle holding it against your body and set it on the table, the modern tool of murder looking ominously black against the cheap wood, machine-carved patterns trying to make it look fancy, but the poor staining gave away all the mechanical mistakes.

“Is that for me?”

You looked up to the deep voice.

Taehyung gazed back at you, expression unreadable, but clearly referring to the gun. His hair wasn’t styled, black-brown curls shading his forehead, parted in the middle. Hands in his pockets, ass against the end of the bed.

“No.”

A simple answer with no further explanation.

The Circle did not instruct you to kill Taehyung, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t at some point.

They were ruthless.

Taehyung was not looking at your skimpy clothes or your bare arms and legs. His eyes were on yours, as they always were, revealing his intent, hiding nothing. He had an intimidating stare and you had a pointed one, sharpened to drink in every observation until it was a part of your memory.

There was a bottle of red wine open on one of the nightstands, with one used wine glass.

Taehyung spread legs for you, as he did many times before.

You sometimes wondered why he continued with this. There was nothing he gained from it other than the actual sex itself. Did he feel sorry for you? Did he do it because fucking a murderer was an unattainable high in itself? Did he like you? Was he just killing time like how you killed other human beings? In some way you had contaminated him, and now Taehyung could not go back to his vaguely innocent life.

It didn’t matter what the reason was.

Better you not know.

He pulled one of his hands out of his pocket, opening an object with one hand. It was a black and gold tube of red lipstick. Shockingly red, far too expensive for someone like you, with those iconic overlapping C’s. He twisted it up. His other hand appeared and beckoned you to him.

You stepped up. Taehyung handed you the tube of lipstick, looking up at you, unsmiling but strangely satisfied. He produced a cheap pocket mirror from his other pocket. Held it in front of you.

You applied the red lipstick from the bullet, right onto your full lips.

Smooth, swift strokes.

Recapped the tube and handed it back to him.

Taehyung tossed it and the mirror onto the bed behind him and cupped your cheeks, kissing you right away.

damaged goods they soon forget in choking dust where we got left

Smearing the lipstick everywhere, red track-marks all over your neck and cheeks, lips and teeth working you. The satin finish was slippery, leaving streaks on his chin as well, heavy gasps of breath mixing between your bodies as you took his face in your hands, kissing him all over too, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling it back, painting smears like bloodstains all over his golden tan skin, Taehyung moaning depravedly under you.

Your teeth scraped right against his Adam’s apple and his eyelids fluttered, quickly righting themselves to look at you through his long, dark lashes.

He reached back and felt around for the tube of lipstick, holding it out to you once more.

The mirror was face up on the bed, reflecting a small slice of this particular circle of hell you and Taehyung had created in this motel room.

You took the red lipstick.

for us all the stars refuse to shine

His vest and t-shirt disappeared, suddenly fading into the background, body pushed back onto the bed by your strong hands, toned chest exposed and you climbing over him, lips painted already, quite accurately despite the mess on your face already. The tube was once again recapped, rolling across the cheap duvet. The bedsprings shrieked, metal grating against metal, but that was a common sound in this sinful place, a place where all bad deeds come to be executed.

Adultery.

Drug use.

Death.

All of the above, sometimes.

You stared into those dark brown eyes and sculpted brows, beautiful lips parted and smeared with scarlet, all the way down to his collarbones and you leaned forward, kiss prints all over his pecs, Taehyung’s rumbling deep baritone above you, noises of pleasure and praise, nonverbal but just as communicative, breath hitching as you sucked on his skin, adding purple to the red. Your tongue flicked against his dark nipple, staining it with red lipstick, the floral taste in your mouth now, but it didn’t matter. The pleasure more important, lips closing around the hardened nub, flicking it with your tongue, your hand trailing down his chest.

Taehyung touched your hand and turned one of your nails inward.

Your fingers curled and you raked your nails down his torso.

He moaned above you, arching his back to receive more pain.

so tap the vein and light the match we burn like stars before the crash

Every time, it felt better, more intense, your nails and your lips on his hot skin, his sound above your head, the depth of his voice vibrating his chest cavity. Down, down, undoing his pants, yanking down his underwear, and soon they faded into the background too, his naked body before you, covered in slashes of red lipstick, gasping for breath, dark brown eyes on yours.

He didn’t say your name, because he still didn’t know it.

There was nothing to know.

You didn’t have a name.

The orphanage picked one for you all those years ago, but it was no longer a part of you, lost in a fire that tragically killed your paper trail, turning you into a meaningless existence, merely a cog in the Circle’s machine. Cared for and shrouded by the shadows, adding you to a part of their watch.

You were a very important cog, but a cog nonetheless.

“Taehyung.”

Those brown orbs widened, stained lips parting.

“Yeah?”

There was too much fondness in that low tone.

but for you there's still a chance, just let go

You just stared at him.

His breathing deepened, swallowing hard. His long fingers buried into the cheap bedding, his eyes darkening as his chin lowered, licking his lips slowly. He watched you from underneath his lashes, cocking an eyebrow.

“Do whatever,” he finally breathed. “I’ll take anything.”

Your gaze flickered down and he was already hard. Something about your eyes. You dropped down, tongue sliding out, wetly running over the thick length. Taehyung sucked a breath through his teeth, hand coming up to wipe his mouth and plant back down on the bed, staining the sheets with marks of your meeting.

You wrapped your lips around it and it pulsed in your mouth, getting bigger as you lowered your head, still looking at his face, watching him shiver and groan at your lipstick-covered lips enveloping his throbbing cock. You took it all, hitting the back of your throat, so fucking much that you could barely breathe, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the sheer ecstasy painted over Taehyung’s handsome features, turning into drawn-out gasps as you began to move, bobbing up and down, your hands on the bed, neck straining from being stuffed full of cock. You could smell him every time you reached the base, that warm herbal scent flooding your nose, his thick length twitching in your mouth, fighting the tightness of your throat. You hollowed out your cheeks, tongue rubbing against the bottom, and Taehyung’s pitch hiked, biting his lip, lashes fluttering, pants shallowing.

“Fuck, oh, fuck…”

He was already filling your mouth to the brim, swollen head punching the back of your throat, bruising it in all the right ways, your moans trapped in your chest as you sped up, sucking harder, your fingertips brushing against his skin and spreading the lipstick-laced saliva all over his balls, adding to the sensation, Taehyung crying out as he looked into your hyper-focused eyes, his own pupils blown so wide they seemed to overtake the iris, starless and consuming all the pleasure you gave him.

He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, suddenly gasping as he came, shooting into the roof of your mouth, the scorching heat splattering against your throat and pooling there, so much and so thick that for a second you stopped to roll your eyes back, drinking his strong taste, before shoving his cock into your mouth again, fucking his cum down your throat so your were forced to gulp it down, barely breathing, enjoying your self-produced lightheadedness and Taehyung’s wail of protest, too sensitive to take your sudden rough pace, hand clawing at the air.

You slowed, licking him all over, soft, so soft, so much saliva, his stiff cock still dribbling out his orgasm for you to lap up.

His eyes on you again.

but now there's nowhere to run and yeah, there's nowhere to hide

And now you were naked, covered in red lipstick and his bites, straddling his lower torso, Taehyung licking between your breasts as you slid your ass down onto his still wet length, painted in Chanel, saliva, and cum, reaching down to reposition him at your entrance, his eyes shimmering, hazing out, high on you. Reflecting your form poised over him, a shadow with no morality.

You sank down and he moaned, low and deep, large hands on your waist and thigh, leading you. The thin walls of the motel did nothing to hide the screaming, the crying, the bed squeaks all around you two, above and below, whispers of devious deeds being performed meters away, but none of these things mattered. Your arms circled his broad shoulders and, as always, you were face to face, hawk-like, hyper-focused, and he was in front of you, fucked-out as your ass smacked into his balls, taking all of him, stretched out to an almost painful point.

He still didn’t know your name, so instead of saying it, his hand lifted and touched your chin, bringing your face to him, a slow, messy, pining kiss, your hips rolling into his, his moans wandering into your lips, eyes half-open to watch yours, your body shuddering with need, imploring you to fuck harder, rougher, to chase your pleasure, to chase it without abandon. You shoved Taehyung down onto the bed and smacked your hips into his, hissing at the jarring sensation of your tight hole being violently expanded by his long, thick length, nails digging into his tan skin. Taehyung harmonized with your lewd moans, husky depth adding to your heavy pants, following your rhythm and bouncing his ass on the hard mattress, hitting your deeper and more forcefully.

His hand fitted over yours, locking his fingers in between your spread ones, clutching tight, louder, louder, metal bedsprings screaming, your pants shallowing, staring down at Taehyung’s face covered with scarlet lipstick smears and dark brown curls sticking to his forehead.

what would it take for you to notice that i am a hand grenade pin already pulled so don't let go

You wiggled your hips, smacking his hardness against your walls and clenching down, ruining yourself, ruining him, feral cries and satisfied hisses mixing with Taehyung’s deep baritone, one of his hands interlocked around yours, time ticking down and ready to detonate, trapped in the murky expanse of Taehyung’s brown orbs, heartbeat roaring in your ears, so loud it felt like it was the only sound you could hear, everything fading out except Taehyung’s face and you bouncing onto his cock, nails digging into his pecs.

“Taehyung…”

Your voice, wretched.

Like a guitar string snapping suddenly while being played.

You threw your head back, overtaken by the explosive fire racing through your gasoline veins, ignited by your orgasm shattering through your core and firing upwards, pussy convulsing and clutching Taehyung’s cock mercilessly, making his eyes roll back and his head slam into the pillows, knuckles white as he gripped your hand tight, whining on the top of his lungs, the high shooting from you to him, cock jolting and spurting thick gushes of cum upwards, right into you.

A violent crescendo of illicit ecstasy.

Someone smashed something against the wall next door, most likely a lamp.

You slumped onto Taehyung’s chest, body trembling with shivers of pleasure. His torso rumbled, struggling for breath, releasing your hand and wrapping his arms around you. Nothing romantic about being covered in red lipstick, saliva, and cum dribbling out of your hole.

Taehyung shoved his chin into your hair and trapped you there for a long while.

as we chase the sun my shadow slows us down

You didn’t say anything as he cleaned you up and you cleaned him up, both sitting in the narrow, half-full, yellowed tub, far too close together, practically in each other’s lap, using bleached hotel towels to wipe off the lipstick and cum with lukewarm water.

You raised your head, hair stringy and clinging to your skin.

His dark hair was plastered to his natural glowing tan.

You leaned forward.

Taehyung waited.

You pressed your lips to his.

A touch.

you're better off and i know

You drew back.

Remembering your gun sitting on the table outside the bathroom.

Remembering the man that you had shot hours before, staging it like a suicide.

What did that man do? You didn’t ask, didn’t know. Didn’t want to know. An old man who maybe had grandkids, great-grandkids. Maybe he ruined the lives of his hired labor, staining them with sin. Maybe he was at the wrong time and wrong place. Maybe he was guiltier than you, taking victims and leaving them to suffer with traumatic memories that could ever be erased.

You stared into Taehyung’s eyes, feeling no remorse.

Taehyung took your hand.

Squeezed it tight, so tight his knuckles were white and it felt like your fingers were being crushed.

You let him hold it for ten seconds.

Then you reached over and peeled his fingers off, one by one.

Got out of the tub, picking up the towel from the ground. Drying off your body, not looking at him. Put your clothes back on, hair still wet and cold. Holster on, jacket over it. The second you opened the motel door, you were the drunken, unstable prostitute once again, mumbling under your breath, speaking to voices unknown, pointedly ignored and avoided by everyone around you, even as you stumbled through the city, wet hair swinging, the only reminder that Taehyung had been with you, dripping water onto the sidewalk.

You looked down at your hand.

The hand that could kill.

The hand Kim Taehyung squeezed and would squeeze again, barring you didn’t kill yourself by being in the murder business. When Taehyung finally got out of the bath, he would once again find the large wad of cash you had left.

Money was never the drive.

Kim Taehyung made anonymous donations to various charities in your stead, his accounting background knowing exactly how to fumble the numbers and names. He and you would never be suspected. He was a real human being, one who cared about those around him. He would know where to put the money, know how needed it most. You wouldn’t.

You didn’t know anything about compassion.

You didn’t know anything about kindness.

You didn’t know anything about love.

you're better off and i know and i know

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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader Ballistic Confrontations (2/3)

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Part 1 Part 3

Oliver’s eyes narrowed at the doppelganger he had struck down. What a fool. Oliver-X nudged the body with his foot before giving the unconscious Thawne doppelganger a rough kick to the chest. The impact of the sound was drowned out by the alarm. The body had lurched to the side and the man’s glasses flew off his face, yet still no response. A cruel smirk crossed the Dark Arrow’s features, secretly feeling satisfied on taking out his pent-up rage towards Thawne against a weak mirror image. A damned fool to not be prepared for a secondary attack. He should have known better. Oliver hummed to his thoughts, his eyes showing nothing but utter coldness. Ruthlessness. This was his path after all. Weak, just like the rest of this world. It’s so-called ‘heroes’. Pathetic. Oliver looked on with no remorse as he walked through the halls, boots.

“Such a shame.”

This is what needs to be done. An image of his Kara drifted to his mind, the way her body convulsed. The blood that lingered. Her smile fading. But Oliver-X shook it away. She would be fine with their forces at the warehouse, there was enough action going on in order to legitimize the scope of their distraction while he infiltrated his doppelgangers base of operation. Thawne’s labs- or as Oliver thought of it, Thawne’s Castle of Cards. He is the only one among them that knows it tech and secrets inside-out. The Queen doppelganger cracked his neck, readjusting the bow in his hand as he braced himself to face-off with the lackeys that were left over in this forsaken excuse for a laboratory. Everything is going according to plan.

***

Mick and Frost had already left, planning to intercept the Earth-Xers in the Speed Lab. Meanwhile you were to stay with the ladies as backup. Electricity hummed through your veins as adrenaline pumped. Multiple camera feeds showed your friends either fighting or getting dragged to the Pipeline. Still radio silence from the others. You gritted your teeth as your eyes focused on the screen where the fiends threw Harry into a cell like ragdoll. Their first victim. One thing was for sure, Oliver-X was here directing the grunts while his cohorts were distracting the dispatched heroes. Felicity had her tablet handy in case she needed to work her tech magic, shutting down the Cortex mainframe from being accessed by Oliver-X and his cronies. Iris had quickly suggested the vents were the best place to hide until they can determine what necessary steps you three would need to take to get to the others. The three of you would not succumb to the position of sitting ducks. Unfortunately, Iris didn’t have enough time to grab a laser rifle from the closet.

You climbed into the vents first with quiet movements, Felicity following and Iris behind her to seal the vent. Closing your eyes for a moment, you focused- tuning out Iris and Felicity’s hushed words of worry for their men and your friends. You tuned out the dull thrum of electricity that emitted from the labs’ computer system, focusing on one type. Cellular electricity. Human generated electricity. Snapping your eyes open, you lead them down a few routes. The two women chalked it up to your knowledge of the ventilation system as you’d hid here multiple times to escape the tension in the Cortex, but really it had been the intensity of electricity that steered you. The multiple electrical signals that spiked made you keen on navigating away from those corridors and rooms. More Nazi’s would be on guard there. One little scuffle with the wrong group could alert Oliver-X. You breathed a sigh of relief as the neural electricity passed by, unaware of what lies just above.

Iris didn’t know, neither did Felicity. No, they would never know. No one would. No one would ever know that you could shatter a person’s nervous system with a flick of the wrist. Never know that you can put the one of the most vital organs into cardiac arrest. Cardiac arrest usually resulted from an electrical disturbance in the heart. It's not the same as a heart attack. Shutting down cells, yet overstimulating neurons. How would the human body fare? They were… morbid curiosities that haunted you. But rather giving into those conjectures you settled for a milder solution, immersing yourself into the field of electrical neurophysiology rather than contemplating how a person can expire by your will. Eobard had been intrigued with your desire to understand the physiological field that your powers can be derived from. He helped you, of course, entertaining the electricity that sparked in your eyes with understanding. You breezed through medical articles and journals, understanding the neural circuitry and it’s outlets. Yet, your intent wasn’t to kill (not to his surprise), just to render an adversary unconscious for a period of time. Or in a speedster’s case, the ability to jumpstart their heart and motor functions. Stimulating a failing organ, should the situation arise. Even in a way to hypothetically understand how a speedster’s body can siphon off your generated electricity without harming their natural laws of the Speedforce.

But like any meta, there were hypothetical limits and lines drawn, even to a possible conclusion of short-circuiting your own body without careful proctoring. You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t wanted to push your abilities further than that, but you hesitated. The desire was strong, but the darkness was too powerful. Could you afford the hypothetical blood on your hands? Would you be able to sleep at night, knowing that you’d be just another monster? Questions like that swirled in your head, but it’s the remembrance of your friends that you didn’t give into that… dark instinct.

You’d done it before. Once. On accident of course, but you were overwhelmed with anger and terror and fear that night. Trudging on, that moment resurfaced to the front of your mind. Your skin prickled as you remembered the sensation. Feeling the meta’s heart stop and mind short-circuit with neural electricity. The body shut down. The electricity out as if you’d turn off the lights inside the intruder’s body. You didn’t mean to. You were just scared. There was just… so much blood. Blood on the ground. Blood on Harry. Harry’s blood. Your breath hitched for a moment, but the two ladies behind you were none-the-wiser. Swallowing harshly, you pushed the image of the dead meta and Harry’s half-terrified/half-surprised face. You both never talked about that incident, nor did he ever bring it up to the others. It wasn’t his right to, after all. Two years had past, but that incident remained with you. You’d sworn that a moment like that wouldn’t occur. The guilt was too great on your conscious even if it was for self-defense. But…

Looking down from the vent opening, you realized your electrical instincts had brought you close to the entrance of the Time Vault. It was the one place Felicity and Iris can at least hold off in. You just needed to buy them some time. Felicity is more than capable of utilizing Gideon into locking the Time Vault, especially without Eobard around. After a few minutes had passed, you deemed that it was safe enough to drop down. You found the panel entrance, unlocking the pebbled room with your handprint to the side of the panel. Felicity and Iris jumped down, your plan dawning on them. You eased them in with a push. The fake panel wall reintegrated shut. You didn’t have much time.

“Find a way to get in contact with the Legends,” You spoke as the door had shut. “Smalls and Tinman should be aboard with Amaya.”

“What are you going to do?” Iris frowned as Felicity got to work.

“Buy you some time,” you breathed, pulling out your gloves. “It’s all that we can work with at the moment before the Dark Archer decides to play Cat and Mouse with us. If anything goes south, don’t look for me.” You needed to make sure.

“But-”

“Iris, please.” Your eyes trained on her, reluctance present in her demeanor. “Trust me.” She nodded. You left.

Now, who would be the cat and who would be the mouse, I wonder? You mused, climbing into the nearest low vent.

***

“Excellent, I will rendezvous at the warehouse,” Oliver-X nodded, his hand on his comm system. The heroes have been detained, her doppelganger seized. His own doppelganger caught. No more tricks. The labs were secure, remnants of the Earth-1 fighters detained. All is going according to plan. His lips twitched up.

“Did you know that the human body can only generate between 10 and 100 millivolts?”

You jumped down from the vent, landing perfectly on stable footing. The Dark Archer had his arrow and bow drawn in an instant, readily aimed at you. He watched you with careful, stormy eyes. You both stood in silence. One move and he could off me, but so could I. Your gloved fingers fidgeted; a subtle flicker of electricity honed there. “Such a fickle thing, really, when there’s an electrical imbalance within the body. Various things can go wrong.”

The Dark Archer’s eyes narrowed, noting the underlying threat in your words. “You’d be smarter to run. Wouldn’t want to end up like the others.”

“I don’t run from danger.” You smiled wickedly.

“Such naïve words from a hero.”

The dead meta flashed through you mind again. The blood on your hands. Would you do it again? For your friends? Your family? “I’m no hero.” Yes.

You two had circled each other in the dimly light room, tension thick in the air. Dust collected here and there, white sheets covered table and monitors. Oliver-X was amused, to say the least, his eyes locked on you with every intent to-

“-To my knowledge you have a speedster in your arsenal.”

He didn’t blink. “What of it?”

You rolled your eyes. Really, such a man with little words. “Take me to him.” Your hand balled into a fist The bulb behind Oliver-X shattered instantly, yet he did not flinch or look back.

As fun as this could be, I’m not here to play games.

“You are in no place to make such demands.”

Neither is he.

“It’s not a demand, just an innocent request. Indulge me, breacher.” You held your head higher, “You’re not the only one with a love.” You sensed his hesitation as he understood. So, you pushed. “The radiation is killing her, isn’t it? Flew too close to the sun, like poor Icarus.” You couldn’t help but taunt him. Oh, it felt good. Felicity had given you the run down, reiterating Alex’s hypothesis in regarding what she found in Kara-X’s blood cells. It didn’t take a genius to understand why they came here. Why they’d come now. With Eobard in tow. “Too much is too much, in the end. But… that’s why you’re here, right? To fix your love before- well, before the radiation eats at her.” You huffed a laugh and paused. Another lightbulb burst. Each out releasing electrical energy. “Right?”

An arrow whizzed past your head, hitting the wall behind you. The Dark Archer’s patience was running thin. You swallowed thickly but didn’t cower. Fear tickled the back of your mind, but you pushed it away. You needed emotions to overwhelm him into slipping. It clouded rational thinking in even the most skilled assailants. Eobard had drilled that into you.

Breep, breep, breep.

The SS alarm rang against his person. You tilted your head at him, curiously watching what he’d do next. If he chose to fight, then so would you with every ounce of energy in your system and that surrounding you. That comm, you could use that. That’s assuming it didn’t self-destruct when out of his reach.

Oliver-X grunted. His time was running, he needed to get to the rendezvous point. “Fortunately for you, I’m in a good mood. However, one foot out of line and you’ll be joining your friends on this earth’s makeshift cells.” He grabbed you by the upper arm and dragged you to walk with him. “That or an arrow to the heart.” Blunt just like Ollie. Well, this is better than being dead. Yay for progress.

***

Yawning, you shifted a bit in your seat. Your hands were bound behind you and there were two Nazi soldier guards to each side. In a sense, you were absolutely bored. Neither soldier paid you any mind and your hands were getting kind of numb from how long it’s been held back there. Basically Oliver-X dumped you onto them and gave them permission to kill should you escape your babysitters. Great. How long has it been? An hour? Two hours? Where were the others?

“So,” You broke the set silence. “Does this job give you guys any benefits, or do you guys have to like… find your own medical insurer? Does your Earth even do that?”

“Silence, we do not acknowledge such petty talk from someone of your caliber.” Soldier 1 had his finger on the trigger as he turned to you.

Someone’s crabby today. “Well, that was rude. I was just asking a question. Are you guys always this ill-mannered?”

“No, Ian just didn’t have his coffee today and he’s pulling some overtime.” Soldier 2 spoke up from polishing his weapon. Interesting, meaning that it’d be easier to take him out since he’s running on lack of sleep and is exhausted. This guy, though, seems more alert so I’ll maybe have to take his buddy hostage before whacking him.

“Devon! You’re not supposed to be fraternizing with the enemy?”

“How is it fraternizing if it has nothing to do with the General’s heart?”

I think he’s talking about Kara-X. “Devon does have a point,” you piped up. “Honestly, just-”

You blinked and Eobard had sped into the room, wind blowing as he had entered. Negative electricity deliciously licked in the air. Your heart skipped a bit as his red eyes met yours, but your mind anchored you. “Get out,” his distorted voice had hissed at the guards, both who had which shuffled out like ants. You weren’t going to miss them, though their bickering did entertain you. In an instant you were free from the power dampening cuffs and Eobard had drawn his cowl down from over his head along with his techy face shield-mask thing. Just seemed excessive. He took a step towards you with a hand outstretched, but you leaped from your chair and stepped back with a hardened look.

“Don’t touch me.”

A flicker of pain resonated in his eyes, something hollow hit your own heart, but this needed to be done. You needed answers from him, so you kept your distance. “This… isn’t the welcome back reunion I was expecting.”

“Screw whatever it was you were expecting,” You spat, eyeing the SS on his chest in lightning bolt form with disgust. It replaced his Reverse Flash insignia. “Nazi’s, Eobard? Really? What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re angry. Understandable.”

“Of course, I’m angry! You were gone. All of a sudden, three years ago. Erased from existence. And now you’re just… here. With Nazi’s no less. You hate them!”

He licked his lips, frustration present in his tone. He did hate them, every last one of them. “I was just trying to survive.”

“Really? Really? Like this?”

“I had no choice. I just needed some time. Time that-”

You shook your head at him, anger sparking within you. “-No, do not give me the whole ‘time’ bullshit. You can save that for Barry. You owe me an explanation before I decide to over-write every one of your friends’ brains here.”

“They are not my friends,” Eobard retaliated fiercely, he took a breath to calm down. “Did Barry not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” You questioned through gritted teeth.

“You want an explanation,” Eobard had spoken before he whisked you away to the top of one of the Central City towers. The air was crisp, drizzle cascading onto the city. You regained your footing; Eobard gripped your upper arms to steady you before letting go. Message received that you didn’t want him to touch you. “Fine, I’ll give you an explanation. When Barry saved his mother and changed the timeline, he had pulled me from that night and caged me. Like an animal. But,” The yellow speedster started chuckling to himself, doing the little pace he did when he did his monologues. Yes, he does it frequently. “He needed me. He needed me to fix his mistakes. He was losing his speed, his memories of the previous life he had. And oh, did I relish in making him say what he needed me to do the most.” You just rolled your eyes, arms crossing.

“Get to the point, Thawne.”

“One thing led to another and certain… things happened with the Legends and I ended up in the Speedforce after the Black Flash got me, after being erased again. Or so I thought. I… The Speedforce works in mysterious ways, you see. It punished me in for my deeds by sending me to the most miserable place in the multiverse.”

“Earth-X.”

“Precisely. You’ve seen just how ruthless they are, anyone with powers that had opposed them were decimated. I couldn’t die. Not again. I wouldn’t allow it to happen again. Not like that and certainly not at their hands.”

“But others can?”

That stung him. Eobard paused for a moment before his eyes reconnected with yours. “No matter what I could do, they would have found me out. To the expense of those lives, they were already targeted for death regardless of how they can plea or be helped. There’s a resistance group, it’s only a gamble of fate if they’re snuffed out or snuff out the Reich. I was confined to their labs because of my intellect and speed. My task was simple. Find a solution to Overgirl. Fast.”

“And that was to come here. To cut open Kara for her.”

“Here’s the tricky part that they don’t know,” Eobard grinned wickedly, giving you that little look that says he’s got a wildcard up his sleeve, “a heart that they’re so desperately chasing after won’t save Kara-X.”

Enlightenment flared up in your mind. Eobard took a step towards you, this time you didn’t back away. He recognized that look. “A heart won’t stop the cells in her body from replicating and contaminating the heart cells once more. You threw them a bone to get here.”

Eobard nodded, “I studied her anatomy, I’ve made the calculations. Even with a new heart she’d just revert back to her previous radioactive state. The heart would be a temporary fix, but her internal organs are all infected. Festering.” The man in the yellow suit rubbed his lips with two fingers, a move he does when his nerves were getting out of his control. When things were going south, and he needed to recalculate and try a different approach. “I manipulated the calculations in order to seem like the heart would be a reasonable solution along with pumping Kara-X with new blood. Didn’t take long, of course. But I made sure I was the only scientist working on this project. I couldn’t have a liability if others were involved, else they would have made sure I would never run again.” The speedster had marked those words grimly.

Your throat went dry. Death had been haunting Eobard since he had gotten stuck in your time, it even followed him to Earth-X, the place of his punishment. You could have lost him without knowing. You did. Back when he get involved with the Legends, apparently. The speedster stepped closer, the back of his gloved hand brushing against your cheek. You flinched back to reality at the situation, back to the reality of him. Eobard’s heart tugged at the idea that you were seeing him as the rest of those monsters. While he was one, he wasn’t like the ones from Earth-X.

“And Oliver-X is too blinded by his love for her that he’d go to any extent to get her back to 100%.” You summed up. Like how Eobard had done anything to come back here. You gingerly took his hand. What a mess.

“There wasn’t a moment when I hadn’t thought of you while there. But I needed a way back, I needed to get back here. Back to you. I wanted to come back, needed to or else I was going to go insane without you. I was going to lose my sanity and myself there. But the thought of you kept me together. And I would do anything. Even if it did mean ‘allying’ myself with them,” he had done air quotes around that word, “in order to get back here. To my Earth. To you.”

His words echoed in your mind. Anything could be anything. “That won’t excuse what you’ve done. What… what you’d been doing.” I can’t fathom the thought of him… carrying out those heinous crimes and missions. Yes, Eobard is no stranger to committing a felony or five. But to the degree of these Earth-Xers?

“No, it doesn’t.” He wanted to ask. Eobard so desperately wanted to ask for forgiveness, but he stopped himself. “But I hadn’t participated in anything regarding their goals. Just the Overgirl project. Oliver-X wouldn’t have allowed me to anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“You already understand the type of radioactive issue Kara-X is experiencing, provided by Oliver’s Kryptonite arrow.”

“Yeah, Felicity gave me the run down. Her cells have too much solar radiation. Cells subjected to such energy can be fatal to her system. The cells are essentially overwhelmed and overworked that they’re misfunctioning. There’s no regulation in her system or that regulation is waning.”

“The project was the cause… of her imminent downfall. She wanted to be stronger, fly higher, hit harder, so she ordered I subject her to solar rays.”

“Eo, did you-”

“Yes, I did.” He had said it without hesitation. The most logical thing he could have done. Oliver-X, he could handle in a fight. Only a bow and arrow with some fists being thrown, no problem. But Overgirl… “Solar radiation exposure in concentrated time increments were implicated to avoid suspicion on my part. And like I had predicted she demanded a higher dosage when given smaller amounts. Kara-X isn’t a patient person, when she demanded results, she demanded them now. I delivered. She is her own double-edged sword.”

“She was your death sentence,” You deadpanned, you squeezed his hand and he winced. She had broken his wrist earlier when he and Oliver-X were at it. She was not pleased with her threat. “Should you have slipped up.”

“When things don’t go her way she’d take it out on me,” Eobard mused, pulling his hand back to take off his gloves. Recovering bruises and dark spots were on his wrist. Your heart sunk further. “Blamed me for her sickness when even Queen understands it was her lust for power that drove her to this extent.” The genius saw hate flash in your eyes as he felt the electricity spark in the air. “It was either I take her out or the Flash and his friends given her remaining time.”

“Either one would have driven her to her death.”

“Quite frankly, it’d be better for the latter, but since Barry and his entourage were sent away.”

“What do you mean they were sent away?”

“…”

“I think it’s best if I don’t tell you, or else they’ll think something’s up if your reaction isn’t sincere.”

You pursed your lips and deeply frowned. You had gotten your answers, more than that, but then that led to ‘Where the hell did they get taken to?’ And then it hit you like how Weather Wizard hit Barry with an ice ball. Eobard raised an eyebrow at you, knowing you’d figure it out on your own.

“No.”

“I’m afraid so, t-” Breep, breep, breep. Eobard cursed, shutting off the alarm on his person. “We need to go back. Now.” Eobard swooped you up, your arms interlocked around his neck before he sped you back to the labs. Chit-chat over. Back to facing the real problem. Overgirl.

***

What awaited you was a scene you were not prepared for. Kara strapped down to a gurney under red light, one you can assume is dampening her Kryptonian strength to a mere human. She squirmed and grunted, but to no avail. She could not break free. Overgirl was smirking over her, such cruelty and intense demeanor a strange contrast to the kind and soft-hearted Kara you knew. Oliver-X watched with indifferent eyes as guards were stationed outside the med bay.

“I would stop squirming if I were you,” Kara-X mused. “Wouldn’t want your heart to give out already?”

“At least I have a heart.” Kara retorted.

Upon your entrance with Eobard, Oliver-X’s eyes narrowed slightly while Kara-X crinkled her nose. Kara’s eyes went wide but blinked her surprise away as she glared at the speedster beside you. She hadn’t forgotten how he said he’d carve her open from earlier.

“Kara,” you whispered, her eyes were brought back to you and you shook your head subtly.

“Well, well. I didn’t know you liked to play with the rats, Eobard.” Overgirl sneered at you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her. Eobard gritted his teeth but remained silent. You’ve had worse scathing comments thrown your way since being with Eobard before the accelerator explosion. Being called a rat wasn’t anything. Kara-X frowned at your lack of response. “Now, who’s this little… rodent?”

“That’s none of your-“

“-His love.” Oliver-X cut Eobard off. Kara’s eyebrows went up from where she laid.

Kara-X drawled in morbid amusement with a clap of her hands, “How touching.” A twisted smile ran across her lips as her eyes scanned you and Eobard carefully. Eobard had placed restraints on you once more but had whispered to you that they were loose enough for you to slip out should hostilities arise. “Who knew that the bastard speedster had a heart. Such emotions. A person that actually ate up his lies and loved him. Just another monster. Interesting, interesting. Makes this all the easier to-”

“You lay one hand on her, and I’ll personally see to it that you never get your new heart and he dies an excruciating painful and slow death.” Eobard didn’t smirk at the Kryptonian-X. His words were slow and they were lethal. Rather his signature smirk appeared, “After all, I’m the only one fully equipped and to successfully perform your surgery before your time runs out.” He glanced at the wall clock, the second hand moving along with each tick. “Tick tock, time is ticking. For you.” Kara glanced between you and Eobard then to Oliver-X and her doppelganger.

“You insolent-”

“Kara,” The Dark Archer stopped her, a hand gripping her upper arm harshly. She looked him dead in the eye, so much hate, so much anger. Clouded emotions. Oliver-X’s own eyes challenged her in a silent match, “Enough. Let’s go.”

The pair left you and Eobard with Kara, but not before throwing disgusted looks your way. You turned back to Eobard, who had changed back into his normal choice of all-black clothing. You gave him a pointed look, which he understood perfectly.

Now what do we do?

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