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800tz · 1 year

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LOVE BUZZED

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Pair: Jesus Christo x F reader

Fandom: Clone high

Warnings: None

Additional: N/N=nickname, H/S=hairstyle, the teacher name is just a random ass name i came up with, also Gandhi's back😝

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The day started off just as any normal Friday morning would, the halls busseling with the familiar faces of Vlad the Impaler and Napoleon, just the usual.

"Y/N! doesn't today seem like it's gonna be crazy? I mean nothing interesting has happened since the nip slip at the rally last week, somethings gotta be coming y'know?" Frida grabbed her skateboard, leaning against the locker next to yours.

"I don't know, I mean I can't really think of a reason for it to be a special day... Besides that Biology test, by the way, did you get it?"

You asked, refering to the answer key you asked her to steal for educational reasons.

"Of course I did, here" as she hands the answer key over, you slide her a piece of bubble gum, her favorite thing in the whole wide world besides her trusty skateboard.

You were walking to class with Frida slowly skating next to you, how days usually started, that was until an unusual interaction would start a chain of events...

"Heyyyy Y/N..so I know I still owe you that 5 dollars, and I promise I'm working on it! but I need a favor.." Gandhi appeared in front of you, out of nowhere, blocking your path.

rolling your eyes, you thought 'what more could he possibly need' he looked at you with his sad attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"What" you ask blankly, "Well, I need you to meet Joan in the bathroom..." he states. You noticed his nervous stance, he was visibly sweaty, tapping his pointer fingers together, avoiding eye contact.

"Ok, what tim-" immediately you were cut off by being shoved to the girls room "like right now" he blurts. Soon enough you were standing in a stall with Joan.

"Whats up" you asked tiredly, Joan didn't look half as nervous as Gandhi did, probably because she hasn't owed you $5 since the 6th grade.

"Ok, before you judge me, let me explain what happened first!" she says with wide eyes

"Basically, what happened was... "

FLASHBACK

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"Did you hear about that party Catherine the Great's throwing" Gandhi whispered, Abe looked at him quickly, "No? She's throwing a party? When? Is Cleo gonna be there?!" he babbled.

"Probably, but I doubt she'd invite us... Unless we had a way in" Joan smiled to herself, "I have an idea" Joan said.

"Yeah! Last weeks trip was sooooo wild right Gandhi?" Joan exclaimed loudly, Gandhi looked at all the eyes on him and immediately hid himself behind some menus.

"Right Gandhi??" Joan pushed, "O-oh yeah, totally! What did we do? Acid was it?" he yelled, "What are you guys talking about? We didn't do anything last wee-ouch!" Joan kicked Abe in the shin from beneath the table.

"Yeah! Huh thank goodness I brought the stuff!" Joan continues. Now, more than a few eyes were on them, almost the whole diner was looking their direction.

"Oh yeah, I know TONS of dealers!" Joan exclaimed, Catherine looked at her with the biggest smile ever, "You do!?" she overheard Joan talking at the table behind her.

Catherine jumped into the booth next to Joan, "Yeah, I do, why? do you need anything?" asked Joan.

"Yeah I do actually! I don't know if you heard but I'm throwing this party next Friday, and it would be totally lame without something to spice it up" Catherine frowned

"But if you have something, you guys could totally come" she says with a smile, "YES! Yes! We can totally have some by next Friday!" Gandhi declares, while standing on the booth.

"Wait-" Joan could barely get a word out before Catherine interrupted her with a clap, "Cool! You guys are totally invited! Don't forget the stuff or else I'll be totally pissed, anyways, thanks! See you at the party!" Catherine swiftly grabbed her purse and exited the diner.

"Gandhi.... Why would you do that! How are we supposed to get that much weed by next Friday?!" Joan whisper yelled across the table. "Uhhh I don't know... You think she's into me?" he asks, smiling very widely.

"No Gandhi, she's not- never mind that! You realize the entire school is going to be at this party? There's no way we're gonna get it in time!" Joan sighs.

Gandhi gulps, realizing the gravity of is rash decision making, "W-well, I think I know someone"

END OF FLASHBACK

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"So yeah.. That's what happened" Joan sighed, you rubbed your face, the situation already stressing you out to the max

"And you waited till Friday morning to tell me?" you ask. "Well Gandhi wouldn't stop getting all scared to ask you! Just please help me out, I'll do your homework for the whole rest of the year if you do this ONE LITTLE thing for me!" Joan begs.

"I wish I could but I don't even smoke sooo I don't know why Gandhi would even tell you to ask me, I'm sorry but I wish I could-" Joan grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"What do you mean you don't smoke? You mean you know people who do right? Gandhi told me you were close friends with Jesus" Joan panicked.

"What? No I went to middle school with Jesus, but we weren't close, and no, I don't know anyone who does" you tell her.

"Ah! That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus! He'll have something!" she cheered. The more you thought about it, the more you just couldn't shake it, why on earth would Gandhi think you were close with Jesus?

"Hey Joan! Before you go, did Gandhi tell you why he thought Jesus and I were close?" Joan quickly gathered her things before heading out to class.

"He said he talks about you a lot or something, anyways thank you so much! I'll see you at the party tonight right?" she asks,"Yup" and just like that she was gone.

You sat down next to Frida, only a few minutes later than usual. "What was that all about?" Frida whispers over the monotone teacher's lecture.

"It's kind of a long story but basically, Catherine the Great is throwing a party tonight, and Gandhi told her he has a ton of weed that he could take to the party" you explain.

"Ok? So what does that have to do with you?" Frida asks, "Well, the problem is Gandhi doesn't have any weed, so he asked me if I had anything because... Because apparently he thought I was 'close' with Jesus" you say.

"Jesus Christo?" she looks at me shocked, "Yeah, isn't that weird? Joan said he talks about me a lot or something" you say.

"Huh weird, maybe he likes you!" Frida teases,"No way! Shut up" you giggle "Anyways, we're going to that party right?" Frida asks, "Oh for sure" you smile, fist bumping Frida.

"Kahlo, L/N, something you wanna share?" Mr Bonner asks, Frida only pops a bubble loudly in response. "Alrighty" Mr Bonner moves on quickly.

LUNCH TIME

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"Why did you tell me that she knew a guy?" Joan quizzed, Gandhi rubbed his head "Well it's not my fault! Jesus won't shut up about some girl in English! Maybe it wasn't her!" Gandhi sighed, "We're totally not gonna make it to that party huh" he whined.

"We will as soon as you go talk to Jesus-" Joan starts, Gandhi stands up triumphantly, "That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus!" he says, walking towards his table.

"Almost like that's what I just said" Joan sighs while putting a spoonful of peas into her mouth.

Jesus was sitting pretty deep into the cafeteria, with a group of other stoner kids, he was surprisingly sober. "Hey, can I talk to you... Alone" all the laughing stopped immediately.

"Of course homes, whats going on?" he asks with his usual fluid voice, ending up in the hallway together, Gandhi began to explain the circumstance he found himself in.

"You smoke weed right?" Gandhi awkwardly asks, "'Course I do homes"... "Well uh, I'm kind of in a tough spot.. You see I kinda...overestimated... And I’m gonna need some- a lot of weed actually, I can pay you! I just- please man" Gandhi explains.

Jesus hums to himself, "oohhh I see, you promised someone a lot of stuff but then you actually didn't have anything but you need it cuz if you don't they'll get all angry? I been there before homes I been there" he says.

"So you'll help me?! Thanks man! You have no idea-" Gandhi's cheers were quickly interrupted, "Ehh I would, tch but I'm fresh out homes, and my plugs outta town" Jesus shrugs.

"Dude! Are you serious right now?!" Gandhi whines, "Stone cold homes" Jesus says bluntly, Gandhi whines loudly.

Jesus laughs loudly, "Haha! You shoulda seen your face homes! You were all like uuughhhhhh!" he laughs. "Wait so you were joking?" Gandhi looks up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Of course man, but I'll only help you on one condition ey" Gandhi looks at him, he would do absolutely anything to get laid at this point, "Whatever it is, I'll do it just tell me who I have to kill-"

"Woah relax, take a hit! You say you'll do anything ey?" Jesus holds out his pinky finger, "Anything" Gandhi pinky promises.

"That was a pinky promise homes, that means it's sacred ey, if you break it, something bad will happen, something very very bad" he puts his arm around Gandhi.

Gandhi gulps, "Of course man!" he says nervously, having absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.

"Alright alright, I want you to set me up with that one super hot chick with the H/S, Y/N, man I had my eye on her since middle school homes, I just been too scared to talk to her and you pinky promised so now you have to homes" Jesus smiled

Gandhi was relieved it wasn't something as bad as he thought it would be, but don't get him twisted it was still a very difficult feat.

"Y/N?" Gandhi asks, Jesus pulls his wallet out, he fumbled with it for a moment before unfolding a yearbook page, he slid his finger down the page before reaching her picture.

The yearbook page had been from years before, it was a middle school picture of you, braces gleaming embarrassingly bright, almost popping off the page.

"Ooohh Y/N?! You have a crush on Y/N!?-" Jesus put his hand over Gandhi's Mouth almost immediately, "Shhh ey be quiet homes! Not so loud!" Jesus said.

Gandhi nodded, "ooooohhh I got you man! Your secrets safe with me! You won't regret it!" Gandhi led Jesus out the back door of the school, not to be seen by a single soul.

END OF SCHOOL DAY

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"Do you wanna come over?" you ask Frida, "Nah, I'll skate home today, see you at the party" Frida says her goodbyes before skating away.

Who wouldn't be excited for a party, today was the best day ever!

Oops, spoke too soon...

"Aw come on! Are you kidding me!" the tires were slashed, absolutely demolished, "Well it looks like I'll be getting a ride... Hey Joan! Can I ride with you! My tires are slashed!" you yelled over to the red headed girl.

"Sure, hop in" she says, you hopped into the passenger seat feeling lucky that you wouldn't have to walk home.

The ride to your house was quiet because you couldn't quiet get Jesus off of your mind, you've only spoken like once, what if he really did have a crush on you? I mean why though? you don't know each other at all! Whatever, it's basically the weekend, you should be focusing on yourself right now, yeah!

As Joan pulled up to your house, you thanked her and walked towards the door, thankfully your foster parents were on vacation so you were free to party!

When you check your backpack for your house keys, it's almost like over night you became the most unlucky person on earth because of course your keys were missing!

"For fucks sake" you mumbled to yourself, walking over to Joan's car and stepping back in, "Welp looks like I'm locked out" you smiled to her, "Its cool, now we can get ready for Catherines party together!" you smiled at each other as you drove to Joan’s house.

JOANS HOUSE

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It was almost time for the party, you had put on some makeup, but you couldn't really eat anything because you still couldn't stop thinking about Jesus, what was going on?

"Ugh" Joan grunts next to you, looking at her flip phone with a stressed out expression. "What is it? Did you get the whole weed situation figured out?" you ask

"Yup! Everythings fine! Totally fine I promise!" Joans reaction weren't exactly what you wanted to hear, but it was enough for you not to worry too much.

The minutes ticked by quickly, soon enough you were in Joan’s car listening to the plans for who you were picking up.

"Ok so we're gonna drive to Gandhi's house, park there, pick up his van, and then we're picking up Abe and Jesus. Gandhi said we were taking a quick pitstop somewhere but he didn't say where" Joan explains.

You didn't think before you spoke "Wait Jesus is coming with us?" you blurt out. Joan looked at you confused, "Yeah, is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, nothing, also whats that pitstop? He didn't say anything about it?" you asked, as Joan put the car in drive, she looked at you and smiled, "Nope!"

Soon enough you were in a sticky van with Abe, Joan, Ghandi and Jesus. "Ok so where is this pitstop? You said it was on the way" Joan says.

Jesus leaned over the passenger seat from the back, pointing towards street ahead, "Just keep going this way homes, I'll tell you when to stop" the car was mostly silent other than Abe and Ghandi talking about all the girls they would bang at the party.

"Eyy how have you been Y/N, I haven't seen you since the 8th grade homes, how's it going" Jesus was sprawled across the van from me, picking the shag carpet lightly.

You're eyes widened suddenly at the sudden sound of your name "Well I've been alright, how about you" I replied shyly, Jesus sighs "Nothing much..." he trails off, still picking the carpet.

"I see you grew out that catfish stash" you joke, "Eyy don't trash Jesus Junior" he laughed while combing his goatee.

"Ey you remember when that one guy with the bug eyes threw up in gym and the teacher got all angry cuz he was throwing up everywhere and then bug eyed kid threw up on the teacher?" he giggles

"Kinda, wasn't that Tommy G?" you thought, "Yeah! Oh man, I'll never forget the look on your face, you were all like" Jesus widened his eyes an made an over exaggerated shocked expression with his mouth.

"I did not look like that!" you pushed his shoulder slightly, "Eh I think you did N/N" he pokes. N/N?...N/N, he gave you a nickname, and you actually liked it.

Jesus wasn't as serious as you thought he'd be, he looks a little intimidating from the outside, but now that you'd talked talked to him he was actually really cool!

"Ey stop right there homes" Jesus leaned over the passenger seat, Joan stopped the car quickly. "That's his place, we gotta break in there and get the stuff" Jesus says calmly.

"Break in?! I thought you said you were joking!" Ghandi panicks, "I lied, sorry about that, but ey relax it'll be easy, we'll need someone to distract the guard dog while I sneak in and get it" Jesus explains.

It was about 9 o'clock at night, the neighborhood was very sketchy, definitely not the best place for a group of teenagers to be.

After a lot of yelling and "not its" Gandhi spoke up, "I'll go" he sighs, everyone looked at him shocked "I'm the one who got us into this, and I'm gonna get us to that party or die trying!" he declares.

"Gandhi.." Joan whispers, Jesus smiles, "Great, lets go". Gandhi and Jesus stepped out of the van, sneaking over to the side of the house.

"Ok, I'm gonna put you over the fence and then I'm gonna go in through the window and let the dog out, you have to keep him busy for about 5 minutes homes, you think you can do that?" Jesus explained the plan to him.

Gandhi high fived Jesus and nodded. I watched from the window as Gandhi hopped onto Jesus's shoulders dropping into the backyard.

Jesus snuck in through an open window, the big dog barked loudly at Gandhi outside of the screen door, Jesus opened it and from the van all we heard was...

"Ahh!!! Good boy! Ouch come on hurry up man!" Gandhi was running in circles away from the angry dog.

A few minutes of loud barking was interrupted by Jesus jumping over the fence with a half naked Gandhi.

They jumped into the van almost so fast that you didn't see them, "GO! GO DRIVE JOAN HURRY!" Gandhi yelled.

The van sped off, throwing you and Gandhi onto Jesus, you looked up at him, he smiled widely, not in a creepy way but in more of an 'it's cool' sorta way.

The car gradually slowed down, "Did you get it" Gandhi huffs, Jesus reaches into his jacket, pulling out a big bag of weed, "I got rolling paper too, N/N's gonna help me roll them!" he puts his arm around me in a friendly way.

There I was, in the back of a van rolling blunts with Jesus and a mostly naked Gandhi.

As soon as we arrived at the party, everyone nearly went feral at the sight of a blunt, everyone plunged their gross teenage hands into the bag, by the time everyone was satisfied there was only one left.

"Ey N/N, wanna hit this with me?" Jesus offers, you had never smoked before...but you wanted to seem cool to him right now so you swallowed your fear and went for it.

"Sure" Jesus smiled, pulling out his lighter and lead you out of the house, "I've got a perfect spot, check this out homes" Jesus grins

"Ey Gandhi, hold onto this for me, thanks man" Jesus tossed Gandhi his flip phone. Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up and a smile, Jesus copied him and continued on his journey.

TIMESKIP

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The party was a full on hit, almost everyone at school was here, on the dance floor was Gandhi, still only in his boxers and socks, but that didn't matter now! It was party time!

'BZZZZT! BZZZZT!'

Jesus's phone buzzed in Gandhis sweaty boxers, causing him to forget that it wasn't his phone "Hey! Wuzzzaaapp!!!" he slurs into the speaker.

"Ey wussup homie, yo check this, I'm heading home in a few, I gotta new stash of some real crazy shiz, herbal blend type shit, anways, you should stop by homes I'll be at the crib in a few" the voice on the other line spoke.

Gandhi's heart dropped for the millionth time that night, "T-totally, ey I gotta go bye" he hung up quickly, saving his ass in the process.

Gandhi shoved his way through the crowd to the kitchen where he found Joan downing a can of beer, "uh Joan?" Gandhi yells over the music.

"Heyy, hows it goin~ do you think I should dye my hair blue??? Or is it just me-you know I feel great right now-" Joan immediately lurched over the sink and puked herself sober

"Joan! We have a serious problem!" Gandhi yells, Joan wearily lifts her head up, "What is it this time" she asks.

"Well uh, Jesus's plug is coming back... Tonight.... Right now.." He explains, Joan looked at him with wide eyes, "oh my god! Were gonna go to jail for breaking and entering! We're criminals Gandhi! Filthy! Dirty criminals!" Joan cries.

Gandhi thinks for a second, "Well not if we put it all back!" he proposes, Joan furrowed her brows "Lets go!" she drags Gandhi by his shoulder back to the van.

"What about Jesus and Y/N?! We can't just leave the-" Joan put her finger up to Gandhi's lips, "There's no time! We gotta hurry! Hop in the back and start putting the little crumbs into the bag-"

As Joan pulled the van doors open widely, a shocking scene appeared, you were only in your bra and bottoms, you're shirt thrown off to the side lazily, along with Jesus's jacket. You were placed on his lap, him holding himself up on his elbows.

Joan looked at the two of you with wide eyes, "Eyy up top!" Gandhi holds his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the van.

As the car sped off, you swiftly grabbed your shirt and tried your best to fan the herbal mist out the window. "Sooo did you guys go.....all the way?" Gandhi asks with a perverted grin.

You thought back at the moments before they arrived, your adrenaline still pumping from the excitement of doing something you weren't supposed to.

FLASHBACK

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Jesus led you back out to Gandhi's van. He opened the back doors for you, letting you in first then soon hopping in behind. "Ey we can hotbox" he smiles.

You were quite nervous, this being one of the rare occasions of you being alone with a boy. "Ey have you ever done this before? You look hella nervous" Jesus says while preparing to flick the lighter

"What are you talking about? I-I do this all the time" you lie, he looks at you blankly for a moment, "Kidding.. " you cringe at yourself, why would you say that, like why?

Jesus lights the joint, the herbal smell already filling the vehicle, he takes a long, beep breath in, sighing happily when he's finished.

"Here" he hands the joint to you, you take it cautiously, not really knowing what to do. Building your courage up, you slowly drew the joint closer to your lips, 'don't embarrass yourself'

"HACK HACK!" as soon as you tried to take a deep breath in, violent coughs errupted from your throat, this could't possibly get any worse

"Woah, you alright?" he pats your back gently, "no" you strain. Jesus sits you up gently, taking the joint from your hands he smiles.

"Tch, no need to be embarrassed, it happens to everyone" he grins. You tried your best to not run out of the van and into oncoming traffic.

"Ey how about we shotgun" he suggests, you look at him curiously, what the hell is shotgunning? You just looked at him blankly.

"Come here" he says gently, you sat uncomfortably close to him face to face, your cheeks getting warmer by the second.

You watched as he placed the joint between his soft lips, you couldn't help but look into his deep black eyes, wondering what kind of person layed behind them, just out of your reach.

He as he breathed in, crazy thoughts ran through your mind, you thought about kissing him....With tongue!

He came a little bit closer and blew the smoke into your face, you breathed it in, the task now feeling a lot easier.

"Tch see, I knew you could do it" he jokes, you laugh a little causing you to cough lightly. "Wanna try again?" he grins expectantly.

You thought about it, even if you guys did make out, it probably wouldn't turn into anything, but that might be a better reason to do it! But it's just all so confusing!

"Sure" you smile as he came closer. Nothing could stop you now, you would have his tongue in your mouth by the end of the night, even if it killed you!

Just like before, he dragged the smoke into his mouth, then he blew the smoke into your face, getting just a little bit closer than last time.

You couldn't tell if it was the marijuana, or if it was some newly grown balls, but you knew that the next shotgun, you would kiss him.

And sure enough when he came close, and blew the smoke into your face, you pressed your lips gently onto his, moving your lips gently on his.

The joint was long forgotten by the time you held onto his jacket, pulling his lips closer. It felt liberating! You pulled away, his face was slightly red, his hat and halo shitfed slightly.

His eyes were glued to you, he couldn't believe this was happening, Y/N L/N was making out with him in a van outside of Catherine the Greats house!

He leaned up, not wanting this moment to end, he kissed you passionately, holding your cheeks softly, he couldn't get enough of you.

The two of you ended up on the floor, you on top of him. He held onto your hips as you removed your shirt revealing your lacy bra. Jesus's eyes widened, you felt something unfamiliarly hard beneath your crotch, but you and I both know what that was.

He sat himself on his elbows, watching as you unbuttoned his jacket tantalisingly slow. With each button, you kissed him.

He lifted his hand up to move some stray pieces of hair out of your face, that's when the van doors suddenly opened. "Ah!" you yelped, Jesus only looked at the figures with a shocked expression.

The figures turned out to be Gandhi and Joan. Joan looked at the two of you with disgust, while Gandhi grined widely "Eyy! Up top!" he puts his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the back by Joan.

END OF FLASHBACK

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"What with the rush homes?" Jesus questions, Gandhi fills the two of you in on the situation, you not being able to focus too well thanks to the events that occured prior.

"Where are we supposed to get all of that? Is he gonna kill us? This is totally freaking me out!" Joan panicks. The car swerves wildly throughout the city, both Gandhi and Joan screaming with fear.

This situation had sobered you slightly, you thought carefully about what you could do to fix the situation, you thought a little bit but then you remembered!

"STOP THE CAR!" you yelled, the whole car went silent at the sound of your loud voice. Joan pulled over cautiously, as soon as the car came to a halt, everyone looked back at you expectantly.

"I have an idea"

TIMESKIP

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There you Jesus, Joan, and Gandhi were in all black, ski masks keeping your identities a secret. The four of you stood outside of the hospital, "If I'm correct, theres medical marijuana in there, and I know it might not be the same thing but its our last hope" you sigh.

All four of you walked up to the window, you held Gandhi up to the window, "Remember, try to be stealthy!" you whisper, he nods, holding his hand like a gun, "agent tan incoming" he says

That's when he dove through the window, shattering it loudly, the three of you left outside cringed, but it was too late to chicken out.

Jesus lifted you up into the window, next was Joan, then finally you and Joan pulled Jesus up. Gandhi stood there against the wall, holding his hands like guns, "I told you to be quiet! Theres security here!" you scold.

Gandhi keeps his mouth shut, still playing into his stoic agent act." alright, my foster mom works here, she talks about the stash all the time, it should be on the third floor" you say.

The four of you tiptoed through the hospital, trying your best not to be caught by staff or patients, but it was getting pretty hard since Gandhi was apparently addicted to acting stupid.

Once you made it to the third floor, you took a bag each, jackpot! You all quietly celebrated, thats when you heard keys jingling at the door.

You, Joan and Jesus all dove behind some shelves, Gandhi stood in front of the door. The door opened revealing a tall muscular man in a security guard outfit.

"Stop right there! You have the right to remain tan!" Gandhi shouts while diving out the window, you face palmed. But it wasn't the time for shenanigans, it was now or never.

The three of you ran for it, exiting the hospital swiftly, on your way out you found Gandhi hanging on a tree branch, you grabbed him and ran to the van, making a swift getaway!

As soon as you guys made it to calm ground, you all took a big breath of relief, but there was still one last thing to do.

As Joan drove towards the drug dealers home, a calming silence fell amongst you. You sat next to Jesus, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He tapped you on your leg, you looked into his eyes, "When this is all over, wanna hangout sometime?" he asks shyly, you smile "sure" you whisper.

Closing your eyes gently for just a moment to collect your mind. Unbeknownst to you, Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up, Jesus doing the same.

Once the car parked, Joan looked back "Jesus, this is it, don't fail us now" she says seriously, he just nods and heads off into the home through the window.

You all waited with anticipation, watching silently. Thats when a red car suddenly pulled up, it was the dealer! You started to sweat, what if he got caught? Or worse...shot?

You could tell that Gandhi and Joan were thinking the same thoughts, thats when suddenly, out of the shadows, Jesus came rushing out from behind the home!

He hopped into the van with all of us cheering for our victory, "Drive!" we all yelled.

We ended up at The Grassy Knoll, parked in the parking lot enjoying our shakes and fries.

"That was crazy! Did you guys see how I dove out of that window! I was so badass! I was like 'shing! bam! Kapow!' stop right there" he says the last part with an over exaggerated deep voice.

We all laughed at his interpretation of the situation, we all sat watching the sun rise together peacefully.

"Wait, wheres Abe?" Gandhi pipes up.

MEANWHILE

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"Where am I?" a disgruntled Abraham Lincoln asks. He was fully naked on a pool floaty, beer cans surrounding him in the water.

"Joan? Y/N?! GANDHI?!"

THE END

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#clone high #jesus cristo #clone high gandhi #clone high joan #clone high abe #fanfic #total drama x reader #Jesus Christo x YN

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cgarttrailsandtails · 3 months

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I have a fanfic that ima post on Quotev and Ao3 (eventually).

I’m also putting it here in case y’all don’t have one of those two platforms and still wanna read it.

Sleepy Stars

By: Cg

Summary: We know Lunar can overwork his power, but what happens when an astral does?

(Story under cut)

Chapter one

It was a pretty normal day, nothing out of the ordinary had happened for once. Lunar was kinda pleased as he walked to the training area to continue with the memory training. He was happy he had more control, happy he was able to have upped his training, and actually just genuinely happy today. Earth and Monty were off on a date or something, not that Lunar really cared.

When he finally arrived at the training area, (a small clearing in the forested area was where they did the memory stuff) he spotted Castor at the base of a tree on the far side of the clearing staring up at the leaves. “Hi Castor!” He said excitedly, “what are you looking at?”

“Huh? Oh. Hello Lunar.” Came the familiar monotone reply. “Pollux got herself stuck up there” he said, turning back to the tree.

“Maybe I can help? I have wind power to get up there and help her out.”

“Go ahead and give it a shot, Lunar.”

So he did. He managed to get up there to see that Pollux really was stuck. She was tangled in the branches and closed in on by leaves. “Hi.” She said, appearing to struggle a little to try and get loose. After a little bit she sighed and turned her head back to lunar. “Could you help?”

“Sure thing” Lunar replied, grabbing at the branches underneath Pollux and twisting them out of the way. About five minutes later, the opening was large enough that the rest of the branches gave way, sending Pollux plummeting to the ground.

Thwump. She hit the ground with muffled surprise. “You ok?” Lunar heard Castor saying to her when he lowered himself to the ground.

“Yeah, I think I impaled myself in there though.”

“So, training!” Lunar reminded them cheerfully when he had touched down.

“Yes, training!!” Pollux half-sang as she turned to Lunar. Then, looking back at Castor, she asked, “which memory are you gonna send us into?”

“Ahm. Hmm. I don’t know actually.” He said, unsure about where Lunar could best use his powers.

“What about T.I.A?”

“Oh great Neptune no. That place even I want to forget. It’d give him nightmares.” Castor replied Gesturing to Lunar.

“What’s T.I.A?” Lunar asked.

“You Don’t wanna know” they said in unison.

“How about planet èrraksva?”

“That one will work. Get ready Lunar.”

“Wha-? Oh, okay!” Lunar had ceased paying attention when they said whatever the heck that word was. With that, Castor sent Lunar and Pollux into another memory. Who could’ve expected what was about to happen?

Chapter two

In the memory

It looked like Minecraft still. This memory, however, Lunar started in space. Wait…shouldn’t I be falli- oh no.he thought as he started to plummet toward whatever planet this was. The view of it from out here, in space, was breathtaking. It was a mostly purple planet, with dull purples and bright ones mixed in with each other. There were a few blue areas, presumably oceans or other sources of water. He felt he was screaming, yet heard nothing.

Crash! As he hit the cold, hard surface of the planet, he heard himself again. “Owww my spleeen… wait do I even have one?” He voiced to himself. He heard Pollux In His head say something, but had been too busy screaming to care. “What did you say Pollux?” He asked.

“I just said I don’t think you have a spleen. I don’t even know what that is though.”

“It’s a human bone or something, I don’t know.”

“Eh. Anyways, WELCOME TO ÈRRAKSVA! The planet of plains. We were sent here to deal with a threat that had been hiding in the fields of the planet! That’s who you’re up against, so go ahead and explore!” Pollux over-explained excitedly. Lunar looked around. Now he realized why the planet was purple, these fields seemed covered in a whole range of different purples and other plants. Lunar wondered how they lived with seemingly no water nearby.

“Uh…okay?” Lunar said tentatively, snapping back to reality. The last time she had told him to explore something, he got jumped by a sandworm. So he snuck around while checking things out. Eventually he found a pressure plate. “Should I step on it?” He asked her.

“Yeah, it’s okay”

“You’re sure?”

“I DID it. Of course I’m sure! Just go ahead.” She replied impatiently.

“Alright… here goes” and Lunar stepped on the plate.

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This is boring. Castor thought as he waited for them to work through the memory. He didn’t have anything to do except focus on keeping them in there. But, he had to make sure nothing goes wrong and they can get through the memory smoothly. He didn’t want Lunar and Pollux to get “soft locked” -as the humans call it- in a piece he doesn’t fully remember or something. That was, of course, Highly unlikely, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the small white animal creeping towards a patch of fresh grass a few inches away from him. That is, until he felt the paw. “Gah!” He yelled in surprise. He looked down to see the terrified little white rabbit on his foot staring up at him and quivering. “Oh. Sorry to frighten you, little one.” He said, slowly bending down to pick up the little thing. As he lifted the tiny mass of white fluff off his foot, it wriggled in attempted escape. He put it down in the patch of grass it was originally going to, unintentionally delivering it to its destination. When the rabbit’s paws touched the ground, it scampered away from him, yet stayed in the patch to munch on some grass. Castor shook his head and walked off, farther from the bunny and back to his thoughts. This interaction was cute and all, but it was back to being bored for him.

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“Eek!” Lunar squeaked as he felt something run across his foot.

“Don’t worry Lunar, that plate didn’t do anything bad, why are you so jumpy?”

“It’s not that. I feel like something is… watching me.”

“Oh, it is”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

It is? What was that supposed to mean!? Lunar thought uneasily as he continued on through the mass of fields this stupid planet has. Suddenly, he heard a growl. Wait- growl? He turned around to be face to face with a weird anti-matter bloodhound. Nothing bad huh? “Hiii… doggie. Nice doggie?” It snapped it jaws at him and got ready to lunge.

“I’d run.” Pollux warned.

“10 steps ahead of you!” Lunar yelled and bolted. The dog chased after him and was close to catching up when it was stopped. It was as if it had reached where it wanted Lunar to be and dissolved.

“H e l l o, c r e a t u r e!” Said an eerie voice. “Why are you here?”

“Who’s asking?” Lunar asked wearily.

A being stepped out of the shadows. “Me.” It said. It was black and gold colored, seemingly drifting in and out of existence every few seconds. It was covered in stars, like the astral bodies, but unlike them, it did not seem friendly. It seemed deceiving and just… off. “So why are you here? Have you come to face your death?” It asked again.

“I’m assuming this is the one I have to fight, correct?” Lunar said to Pollux under his breath.

“Mhm and then we can go back home!”

“Great.” Then louder, he said “I have come to best you in combat.” Oh I’m an idiot! He thought. Why would I want this thing to know I wanna fight it!? But it was too late to take the comment back.

“Ah.” The thing replied. “Then you HAVE come to die. Very well then, let us begin…”

Chapter three

The incident

They had been in there a long time. He wasn’t worried. You can’t really get hurt in a memory, after all. But they had been in there a couple hours now, and Castor wondered what the heck they were doing. Keeping them both in there for so long had started to wear him out. He could at least tell they were getting closer to the end, but it was growing later and later. He feared Lunar’s battery may not last. Castor was considering pulling them out when he felt an odd sensation… he realized he had dimmed significantly. They had been in there too long, and Castor’s power was strained. He decided to push on and keep them in there. Eventually though, he couldn’t take it anymore. Everything went black.

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One moment, Lunar had been fighting an anti-matter being, and the next, he was back in the real world. He and Pollux were confused. “Why’d he pull us out?” Lunar voiced the question they were both wondering. Then, Pollux seemed to notice something… Castor wasn’t in sight.

“Wait. Where is Castor?” After taking a quick look around, she laid eyes on her brother. She gasped at the sight, and Lunar whipped around to see Castor unconscious. He had seemingly collapsed or something. Pollux knelt down next to her brother. Hastily she said, “Go home, lunar.”

“What? No, I’m not leaving. I want to make sure he’s okay-“

“Lunar! Please just go home.” She said worriedly. Lunar then nodded and headed home. Surely she would just tell him if Castor was okay, right?

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“Castor? Castor!” It was no use. He wouldn’t wake up. Pollux had tried almost everything short of slapping him. He was barely glowing too; it didn’t look good. She knew he wasn’t dead, because then she would be dead too. But she couldn’t help wondering if he was okay otherwise. She was thinking the worst: that he was injured in some way, though she wouldn’t know how that would’ve happened. All she knew right now, however, was that he was out cold. He wouldn’t wake up no matter what she tried. Pollux felt defeated. She was alone right now. And scared. Scared for her brother, and scared for herself. All she could do was keep him close to her. All she could think about is what might’ve happened, what she should have been there to stop… she couldn’t help her brother in any way, and she felt guilty that she wasn’t there to stop whatever happened from going down. Suddenly, she felt a paw pad pass over her arm. A bunny. A little white bundle of floof crawled over her arm and sat on Castor. She smiled a sad little smile, and that’s when the tears started to fall.

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Lunar lay across his couch, just worried now. He couldn’t sleep. For two reasons. One because his friend might be seriously injured. The other reason was because Jack was staring at him like an overenthusiastic puppy waiting for their owner to take them on a walk at 2 in the morning. Lunar decided to call Earth and see if she was awake and available to talk.

It rang twice before she picked up.

“Hello Lunar, why are you still up this late?” Earth said over the phone. It was nice to hear her voice again, even if he had talked with her just this morning. “Hello?” Lunar realized he hadn’t said anything.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Hi.”

“You seem upset. Is something the matter?”

Lunar thought for a moment before saying, “yeah.”

“Oh. Well would you like to talk about it?” He did, actually. He proceeded to tell Earth about what happened during training that day, and when he was finished, they ended up talking more about what might’ve went on. “Well, it sounds to me like he might’ve fainted.” Earth said, finally coming to a conclusion.

“Yeah but why though?” Lunar was asking himself, and even the universe more than he was asking Earth.

“That’s the mystery.” She said. “I’m sure he’ll be alright, Lunar. You should try and sleep.”

Lunar sighed. “You’re right, I guess. Though it might be hard with Jack watching every single move I make.” He glared at Jack disapprovingly. Jack just blinked at him.

“Hm, alright.” Earth said with a small laugh. “Goodnight, Lunar.”

“Goodnight Earth.” It was gonna be a long night.

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Castor woke with a start. He felt exhausted still, but he was awake now. He didn’t remember what exactly happened, but he felt dizzy and tired. He soon realized where he was. He worried for a second about what happened to Pollux and Lunar when he blacked out, before noticing Pollux beside him, asleep with the remains of tears on her face. Castor couldn’t imagine what she must have thought happened. A small white creature, the rabbit from earlier it seemed, was currently sitting on his chest. It made eye contact for a second before, as if an agreement was done, it scampered away. Castor sat up, or at least tried to anyway. He ended up falling over again from dizziness. “Oof!” He exclaimed after the third attempt. Unable to get up, he just lay there, still exhausted but not willing to fall back asleep. Suddenly, someone spoke.

“Are you okay Castor?” It was Pollux, evident worry in her tone. She helped Castor sit up, and as he leaned into her so as not to fall over again, she started the spew of questions. “What happened? Why wouldn’t you wake up? You had me worried!” And a bunch of other questions and exclamations were thrown at him; she wasn��t letting him get a word in edgewise. Finally he had enough of that.

“Pollux… shut up.” He said calmly. “I’m okay.” She looked at him, obviously not satisfied with that.

“What happened?” She asked, concern evident. She studied him to make sure he wasn’t hurt, now that she knew he at least felt okay. He looked tired, his eyes unfocused, but he thankfully wasn’t hurt, at least on the outside.

“I don’t know.” He finally said after some time. “I just kinda…blacked out.”

“Well are you sure you’re okay? You’re really dim…”

“Uh… I-I don’t know, I… uh” he cut off, not knowing what to say.

“Well how are you feeling? Earth says that’s a good place to start, with feelings.”

“I don’t think that’s what she means, but okay.” He paused for a second, trying to come up with the words. “Um. I guess…dizzy? And tired…I feel really tired…” he finally answered.

“You said you blacked out? And now you feel tired?” Pollux inquired after a moment of silence.

“Yeah-? What about it?”

“Could you have passed out or something?”

“It’s… possible.” He said. Coming to the realization, he added, “I think I might have overused my power or something and passed out…”

“That would make the most sense…” Pollux said, troubled by the thought of it. Her brother had always been careful not to overwork himself, to think he did for the first time in almost forever was a scary concept for her. “What did it feel like before you passed out? Do you remember?” She asked, looking at Castor. There was silence for a little while before he answered.

“I started feeling tired mostly. That’s also when the dizziness started. Why do you ask?” He said softly. He was falling asleep again, too tired to even think correctly anymore.

“Okay, you definitely overworked yourself then…” she said, quickly losing herself in thought. At least it wasn’t worse! She kept telling herself. He could have been attacked or something, just be glad it wasn’t that.

As Pollux was thinking, she didn’t notice Castor falling closer and closer to sleep. Eventually, she stopped her thinking process, as it was going nowhere. “Hey Castor-“ she started to ask, looking back at her brother. She stopped short when she realized he had fallen into a light sleep again. “Castor?” She asked, tapping him awake.

“Mm. Yes…?” He said, pretty obviously exhausted.

“Are you okay?”

He paused. “Sleepy…” he eventually answered. She was slightly concerned still, her earlier question forgotten.

“Is that all? Nothing’s wrong is it?” She asked, very worried.

“Hm?” Castor hadn’t heard her, as he had gotten too tired to process much. Pollux repeated her questions for him. “Mmm…I’m okay… I think…”

Pollux still looked concerned, so he tried to elaborate: “I mean, I’m tired… and still pretty dizzy, but-“

“It’s alright, Castor. You don’t need to explain.” Pollux interrupted. Castor just slightly nodded in acknowledgment. Pollux could tell he needed sleep. “Go ahead and rest, Castor,” she told him. “You need it.”

He hesitated. “You’ll be alright-?” He asked, not wanting to worry her.

“Yes. Just go to sleep.” She was a bit nervous to do this, but she knew he needed to sleep. She also knew he’d eventually just pass out again, so it’s better to just let him go to sleep sooner. He still seemed uneasy, put off by her obvious worry. She didn’t really notice. Is this the right thing to do? She asked herself. Of course it is… right? She started rocking herself, a nervous habit of hers. Without realizing it, however, she was soothing Castor just enough for him to fall back asleep, as she was still holding him. Eventually, she remembered Lunar, probably wanting to know what happened. So she, not wanting to leave Castor, merged them into Gemini, and set off to where Lunar lived.

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Lunar heard tapping at his balcony door. He was still on the couch, still not able to fall asleep. Jack was in the corner, presumably, and was watching him. Lunar had ended up asking him to turn invisible, hoping to be able to get some sleep, like Earth said to. He looked over at the balcony door. Gemini was outside, waiting patiently to be let in. Lunar practically exploded off the couch, anxious to hear how Castor was doing. Throwing open the door, he asked, “is he okay? What happened!?” Gemini, presumably controlled by Pollux right now, stepped in.

“He’s okay, he just fainted from overworking himself.” Her voice came out kind of sadly.

“Why do you sound so sad then?” Lunar asked.

“It’s just… he’s usually so careful with his power, I… I don’t know how he overused it.”

Lunar thought for a minute. “Well, at least he’s okay. If he had been hurt…”

“If he had been hurt, I would’ve found who did it and ripped them apart like a damn doll.” Pollux said angrily, worked up just by the thought of it.

“Sit down.” Lunar said, leading them to the couch. Gemini complied, but very obviously wasn’t happy. The two (three?) of them sat in silence for a while before Lunar asked “do you wanna watch tv or something? Just to, Y’know, get our minds off of this?”

“Sure.” They replied, grateful for the chance to think of something else. Lunar turned on the tv and they ended up on some nature documentary. They sat in dead silence just watching, not really paying much attention to time. Gemini eventually broke the silence. “This is interesting.”

“Yeah, I guess”

“Why were you so worried?” They asked after a pause.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You didn’t need to be worried, so why were you?”

“Well, I guess because… you two are my… friends.” Lunar was caught kind of off guard by the question.

“Hm. Ok, I guess I can see why you’d be worried then. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For just… being there? I guess. I don’t know. I’m sorry, it’s late, and-“ Lunar hugged them, cutting them off.

“It’s ok, I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon anyways.” He said with a small chuckle.

Gemini smiled. They watched the rest of the documentary together in silence. And Somewhere through it, Lunar finally fell asleep.

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Notes:

I’m so sorry if this sucked, I’m not a very good writer. I still hope you enjoyed, and have a wonderful day or night!

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#laes #fanfic #enjoy #characters are Castor Pollux and Lunar plus mention and brief Convo with Earth and mention of Monty #no Lumini just cause I couldn’t incorporate it sorry #I know I suck at this it’s okay tho right?

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sugolara · 11 months

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𝙄𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚?

feat. Katsuki Bakugo x fem! villain reader

Cw: blood, angst

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After thinking his best friend, F/n, has been dead for years she suddenly appears, only Katsuki wishes he wouldn't have met her like this.

❝ She'll answer me Wherever she may be. ❞

+ Who Is She ? by I Monster

Glaring, with shock that eventually turned to hatred, Katsuki used his quirk to propel himself towards the h/c haired girl and attack her. She grinned as she watched Katsuki coming towards her and in return used his quirk against him.

With her own hands, she copied Katsuki’s quirk and propelled herself with one hand reaching in front of her and shooting out a blast.

She let out a chuckle when Katsuki moved out of the way and appeared behind her using his explosions. She in return did the same thing but used another quirk as her right leg kicked his side causing him to stumble into a building.

The blonde grunted and picked himself off, some dust lingering in the air as he wiped his sweat from his forehead. His ears picked up every movement the girl made as she walked over some rubble.

She waved her arm trying to get rid of the dust and looked at Katsuki who glared at, “Long time no see, old friend.”

Katsuki spat some blood out as he raised his arm, explosion getting ready to blast her, “Shut up, we aren’t friends. Not anymore.”

F/n hummed with a grin, “Why the long face, aren’t you glad to see me? It has been years after all.”

Her pupils dilated as Katsuki stormed at her and blasted her with his quirk. But his eyes widened when the smoke cleared and the girl was now behind him. She smirked at him and waved an ice patch after him.

He dodged every attempt he could until he realized that she was trying to back him in a corner. His eyes narrowed as he came after her once again but when he hit her, her body melted and a new one formed next to him.

The sudden surprise caused him to be launched into some pipes with sharp ends. As he tried to catch his footing, he let out a yelp and grunted as his stomach was impaled by one of the pipes.

He coughed out blood as he stared at his once long ago best friend. She smiled at him, a sincere smile and dug the pipe deeper into him. She stared at his eyes, an inch away from their noses touching, “In another timeline, Katsuki, maybe we would have gotten along.”

Katsuki grunted, blood began to drip from his wound. His glossy eyes stared at F/n, wondering where it all went wrong, “Why…? How could…how could you do this?”

Grinning, she pulled the pipe out and watched as Katsuki crumbled to the floor, hand holding onto his wound, “Oh, you don’t know do you?”

He lifted his head and watched as she twirled the bloody pipe in here. His eyes threatened to close, “The hell are you talking about?”

“I wasn’t kidnapped or buried alive.” F/n laughed as she stopped twirling the pipe and pointed it at Katsuki, his pupils dilating as the pipes were an inch away, “No, I ran away because I was given something more than any of you could ever offer.

“While you enter U.A to become a hero and make a name for yourself, I thought, well maybe I could do the same. I didn’t stand a chance with having a bubble quirk so when I was presented the offer to have multiple, well, I couldn’t just not decline.

“I just want so much more than a regular boring old life.” She pulled the pipe back.

Katsuki scoffed at her. He blinked every memory of he and his old friend and then stared intensely at her, “I’ll take you down, even if I take myself out, you fucking villain!”

Grinning widely, F/n watched as Katsuki flew at her, his quirk activated and as for F/n she twirled the pipe in her hand and propelled herself to her old friend.

With both their quirks activated, Katsuki burned her side face as she impaled him with the pipe and covered it in flames. Their battle made them leave the ruined building and collided with the road where other villains and heroes fought.

With a grin and scowl, the villain and the hero began to defeat each other, overusing their quirks and waiting until which once gave in to their drawback. It didn’t matter if they felt pain.

One thing is for sure though, that they wouldn’t stop until one of them is defeated.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki x you

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audacityinblack · 6 months

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Day 3: Fear and Safety

The Darkest Road

Summary: The horrors of the Deep Roads don't stop once you come back to the surface. (NSFW)

Content Warning: Violence, Body Horror, Death

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The Deep Roads seemed to go on forever. Corpses of Darkspawn littered the ancient byways like a grisly carpet for miles around. He took step after careful step, doing his very best to avoid soiling his precious boots. He realizes the others are not nearby, so he figures they must have moved on ahead of him.

So, he goes on ahead. And on, and on, and on. There are no sounds of battle, no signs of life, no voices, no footsteps. for all appearances, it is like walking through a graveyard, down to the eerie chill.

The Deep Roads isn't supposed to be this cold.

"Curious change in the weather, no?" he muses to no one, more for the sake of filling the unsettling silence. "Just a moment ago, it was so hot I was sweating." A few more steps over dead spawn, and on he goes, but feels like he goes nowhere. "Now of course, I don't mind sweating, if it is for a good cause - and I can think of many good causes - but I do not recall ever hearing the Deep Roads as being so...drafty."

His steps gradually slow as he moves on, his filler talk doing little to ease his discomfort. "My," he chuckles nervously, "It is quite the cheery place though, no?" His laughter becomes more feverish and even panicked. "Very modern decor, lively crowd, remarkable accommodations..." He looks up as he passes into a narrower tunnel. "Ah, finally, a change of scenery." His tone strained to remain casual, but the sweat he spoke of before was now coming out in ice cold bullets. "I was beginning to get bored."

It grew colder still as he followed the corridor around the next corner. "Hmm..." he said, now shivering with goose pimples as fog poured from his nose and mouth. "I wonder what is around this c-c-corner..." Clenching his teeth to stop them from chattering, he took agonizingly slow steps toward a light. "A-a light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps--"

"Oh, Maker."

The scene before him made the color, heat and even feeling leave his face. His stomach crumpled into a jagged, painful knot, and his heart turned to lead. Tears of sheer horror streamed from his eyes, and he was so frozen he couldn't even close his mouth.

But it wasn't from fear. There was a magical glyph holding him in place - he caught a glimpse of it just before it snared him. He knew someone who used this strategy, placing it at these corridor bottlenecks in order to trap any enemy who came through.

The entire room before him was encased from floor to ceiling in ice. Puddles of blood were layered inside the ice, like macabre stained glass inside a chapel to a dead god. A massacre had happened here, and the bodies of the victims were still strewn about like too many broken toys.

Silent, sick horror gave way to recognition as he studied the bodies, and eventually gave way to tears welling up in his eyes and freezing on his cheeks.

Only a few feet in front of him, Oghren was encased entirely in a pillar of ice, still with his axe raised, his mouth open and roaring for the charge.

Off to his left, Leliana is six feet in the air, impaled through the belly by a stalagmite of ice rising out of the floor to a deadly point. She was angled in such a way that her frosted, glassed-over eyes still stared at Zevran, her soft bow-shaped lips parted and the upper half of her face covered in coughed-up blood. The stalagmite itself was streaked with frozen red. It was a perverse imitation of the Mercy Sword being driven through Andraste's heart.

"Poor Leliana..." he wept, with a fragile whine in his voice. Dear, sweet, lovely Leliana meeting such a grisly fate made his heart sink.

To his other side was a crushed pulp of a female figure that used to be a mage.

"Wynne..." he could only mouth her name as he imagined the horrible pain she must have died in. It reminded him of a combat magic spell often called "The Crushing Prison" for its ability to crush those confined inside to death. Just imagining it in any level of detail made him shudder.

A deeper, colder feeling swept over him as he realized Albine might be among the dead. He frantically swept his eyes around as far as he could see, searching for a shock of white hair or blue brocade robes.

In the distance up ahead, he could see a body clad in Warden's armor. There was a shield with the Grey Wardens' insignia on it, death-gripped in an armored hand. There was no head.

"Oh Alistair..." He lowered his gaze, any horror he might have had only crumpling into grief in his chest. Despite their rocky start, the two men had managed to develop a fondness for each other.

Sten was nowhere to be found, but he could swear he saw a chunk of bloody white hair not too far away from Alistair. His tears started streaming, nearly freezing his eyes shut. "Albine? Oh please, Maker, don't be..."

"Zevran..."

That voice. Her voice.

Not her voice. Mixed with something else. Something...tainted.

He raised his eyes from the floor, following the voice...

"No..." he sobbed quietly, any terrified silence quickly breaking into anguish. "Oh, querida, NO!"

Massive chilled tentacles, blue and black as if from frostbite, encircled the room. A massive, corpulent body, partially blackened, bursting with cracked and festering sores. Pairs of distorted, distended white breasts, likewise cracking and bleeding over.

A full, fair bosom that he would recognize anywhere, because he often fell asleep with his head resting on it.

A round belly, once soft and warm and a source of comfort for him and arousal for her, now swollen and corpulent and full of Darkspawn seed and the flesh of companions.

Once graceful, warmly embracing arms, now turned black and encased in cruel gauntlets of ice and weaving another spell.

White hair, clumped and soaked in dried blood and Taint and frozen into a crystalline veil. Blackened cracks across her face, black tainted blood pouring from her eyes like tears.

No warm blush left in that cold white skin, no sweetness in those blue lips.

"Why are you weeping, Zev?" asked the voice, with an eerie, ringing-ear hiss, as the paralytic glyph finally released him.

As he turned to run - the only thing it made sense to do - the exit was blocked by a wall of icy spikes that rose up so fast they nearly ran him through. On the slippery floor, his sudden stop sent him falling to the floor.

He didn't want to look at her face. He didn't want to hear her voice. He didn't want to be reminded that that thing used to be his querida. He drew his blades and crawled over to the icicles, frantically chipping away at them and trying to break them loose until he felt something thick, heavy, and frigid sliding greedily up his leg.

He gasped in terror and the pain of the raw chill and grabbed the icicles, only to flinch as the cold burned his hands before he could break them loose. This would soon become futile clawing at the floor before those frozen tentacles pulled him back and away from the exist.

NononoCreatorporfavoreno

Instinctively, he started trying to cut the tentacles, but their frozen glaze acted like armor. A glancing blow caused the blade to slip loose from his chill-frozen fingers, to the sound of a sharply cried "Brasca!" and the blade clattering on the ground as the tentacles pulled him closer. His breaths became shallow, strained, wheezing, burning from the chill as he struggled to pull free from the tentacles.

She lifted him up with little effort, laying him face down in the air and forcing him to face her. "I missed you so much, carito."

That word alone was enough to shatter his heart. A word, a nickname, a term of endearment. Little darling. A word she had learned just to give to him. Now being used here to torment him, by the Maker-cursed thing she had been turned into.

He was terrified, and yet he craved her. He needed her here now, to save him, to protect him from this thing, this...

Broodmother Emissary. That was the only thing one could call her, if emissary-class Darkspawn could cast magic, and a mage was turned into a Broodmother.

First day, they come and catch everyone...

"Albine..." he murmured, softly and painfully. "I know I cannot ask you to spare me again." His body fell limp and defeated in her tentacles.

Second day, they beat us, and eat some for meat...

"I do love when you beg," she said, with that little lilt of an accent he adored, as a tentacle squeezed him around the waist and another seized his neck.

Third day, the men are all gnawed on again...

In a blindingly fast motion, she lifted him up so his stomach was level with her mouth, and her face split open to reveal several pairs of icy jaws that went right for his soft innards.

"AAAAAGGGH!!"

He leapt awake, clutching his belly and screaming until his throat was raw. His legs kicked away every pelt on top of him, and he shoved away the thing that was pinning him down. When he realized his insides were still intact aside from the fitful gurgling of supper in his stomach, he caught his breath and fell limp as tears streamed from his eyes and his heart started the rapidfire pounding of another silent panic attack.

"Zev?" That voice--but no, it was no Darkspawn, no Broodmother. Albine, the real Albine, had crawled back over to lie beside him. She did not touch him at first, instead waiting for him to catch his breath and then only holding a hand out in his field of view.

"It's Firstfall, 9:30 Dragon. You're in my tent at camp. You had fish stew for supper." He did remember eating fish stew, and tasting the rather nice brandy he had bought at the Diamond Quarter market afterward. The blankets and furs that now instantly marked Albine's tent cradled him warmly as always. A familiar, pale and elegant hand, noticeable not blackened with frostbite, lingered in front of him, not to grab and seize but to be taken and held. And so, he did.

A loose grip at first, to feel the warmth of her fingers against his. A tight squeeze, which she returned, and gently playing with each other's fingers.

Maker, how he loved her hands.

Soft lips would next brush against his temple, then his forehead, then his cheek and jaw. Tender kisses from a jaw that did not split open, did not devour.

His racing heart started to slow, and his breaths grew deep and steady. He blinked away the blur of tears and looked over to see the shape of her in the dim moonlight haze. "Mi Guardiana..." he breathed in a withered sob as he pressed himself against her side, wrapping his arms and a leg around her and clinging to her for dear life.

Albine sighed softly and slid an arm under Zevran's shoulder and behind his head to stroke his hair. "A qui, mi forte," she said in a tender whisper, doing her best to form the syllables correctly. I am here, my strength. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, after all.

Something in his chest grew suddenly light, and he rolled over so he was laying atop her. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest even through her bosom, which cradled him softly. He threw his arms around her, holding her as tight as his strength would allow as he buried his face in her shoulder and silently wept.

"Broodmother?" she asked as she petted a line from the back of his head down along his back, giving extra caresses to the curve of his backside. "You were saying lines from Hespith's rhyme."

Instinctively, he bent his knee and raised his rear, causing his head to slide down onto her chest. The position was comfortable enough for him to stay there, so he did, and nodded in response to her question.

"You stopped on 'the men were all--'"

His entire body went stiff, and he let out a cry of fear.

She stopped quoting the line and squeezed him. "Won't happen, Zev. Promise." She traced the lines of the tattoos on his back with her fingertips. "Carito--" "Please do not call me that," he finally had the strength to say. "N-not tonight. Anything other than that. P-perhaps...later, when I am feeling less..." He grunted and shook his head. "Later."

She lay still for a moment, but nodded with a surprising amount of understanding for not having been told she had been the Broodmother in question. "Of course, mi vino."

"Your wine?" Her curious choice of endearment raised his brows enough to distract him from the trembling in his chest.

"The wine in my cup," said the Warden as she gently unbraided his hair, running her fingers through it. "The fruit on my vine." She combed his hair straight and began to work it into a full braid.

Those words were all it took to turn that trembling into a warm fluttering, like the beating of thousands of hummingbird wings behind his ribs. He shifted his hips once more, allowing him to press her lips against his. "On your lips I sup..." Warm breaths spilled out between precious gasps, as he breathed her in like she was his air. "...On your love I dine." Despite his racing mind and shell-shocked state, his body still craved the comfort of his Warden's naked skin against his own. Her fingers weaving a rope of his hair gave him a soft shiver, and he let out a contented sigh as he pressed his fingertips into the fat of her back.

She parted her lips for his, and he could taste the remnant of brandy on her breath. One pale, refreshingly cool hand brushed his cheek, awakening his senses like a splash of water as her thumb caressed the shape of his tattoo. Fingers cradled his ears, stroking the soft spots behind them and causing them to gently twitch as she let him seek refuge in her mouth.

(To be continued in Part 2)

#zevran #zevwarden week 2023 #zevwarden #albine amell

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Chapter 7: The Engine Eternal And Its Creator

Characters: Melanie Cavill, Alexandra Cavill, Andre Layton, Bess Till, Ruth Wardell, Josie Wellstead, Bennett Knox

Warnings: Fluff

The two woke up a few hours later, it was the afternoon now, in a few hours it would be the evening, Melanie took a shower and Alex was going to go to the engine room to check on the others, they were all very concerned about Melanie’s physical and mental health, even Josie, which was hard to believe since Mel practically murdered her...well she did kill her by filling up the room with the cold outside air and escaping her and leaving her to die. Josie knows Alex needs her mom, that’s really the only reason why she would care about the issues relating to Melanie. Out of concern if her mom needed anything she chose to ask just in case.

“You need anything in there?!”

“No, I’m fine, thanks for asking!”

“No problem!"

Alex put some clean clothes on the desk chair along with a brush and a hair tie and left a note saying all she did was go talk to the pirate gang and that she didn’t go anywhere.

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Alex walked out of the bunk and into the engine to find Ben at the helm writing down some notes in a notebook, Josie was fiddling around with some wires at one of the light towers, Bess was reading a book while drinking a tiny bottle of alcohol, Alex guessed she just found lying around, Layton was walking towards Alex holding what looked like a bowl of oatmeal.

“So” he started “what’s going on with her and you?” they both sat down at the chairs

“She’s...recovering, more in a grieving way but yeah she’s doing better, I’m still not sure though, it’s only been like 2 days so that’s barely any time for her wounds to heal”

“Oh yeah I was going to ask about that, is it like a burn or-”

Alex cut him off “It might’ve appeared like that but no there are two pretty big stab wounds not really, let’s just call them that for now”

Andre had a puzzled look on his face.

“Okay so imagine two spears stabbing you but it did not impale you” Alex raised her eyebrows

“Okay I get it-” he nodded

“Yeah, besides that mentally pretty bad, physically not the best ethier okay pretty bad” she gave him a sarcastic smile

“Has she had any food? I’m assuming she has” he took another bite of oatmeal

“Yes, she made breakfast a few hours ago, she’s a good cook and that makes me half-supprised for whatever reason”

“How come?” he questioned

“Well for one thing I don’t remember at all her making me a meal in my childhood ever, another thing, she’s so” Alex impersonates “ ‘me going to crush the con man taking all my credit!’ and ‘let me go cry myself to sleep’ at the same time…..she’s a difficult person to understand but that’s the beauty of it, one of these days I’ll figure it out. What do you have everyone doing? Whatever they want?”

“Well no, as you can see Ben is doing his normal thing, Till is…” he looks over at her and she’s asleep on the ground again “-doing her own thing and Josie is trying to repair some of the internals for the outside paneling...okay so I guess everyone is doing their own thing but everything is aye okay” Andre chuckled.

“Well thanks for the update, I’m going to see how she’s doing” Alex smiled at him and got up, walking to the door she realized manners still existed

“Melanie, can I come in? It’s me, Alex”

“Yeah come on in!”

Melanie finished putting her hair in a bun after putting on the black T-shirt Alex left on the chair.

“Hey hon”

“Hi, how was your shower?”

“Nice, it always wakes you up, especially when it’s either freezing cold or steaming hot”

Alex walks over to the desk to see what Mel was reading earlier, it was just some records for updates for some boards in the light tower.

“So is it okay for you to head out of your cave now?”

“I wouldn’t call it a cave, more like an I get to spend time with my daughter area but that works too, yeah I’ll have to say something to Josie, or I should just say nothing at all”

“What happened between you two anyway?”

“I froze her to death out of self-defense, I’m not going to elaborate but let’s say I did intend to hurt her only because I had to, to keep ‘order’ like ‘him’”

“Wow” Alex snuck behind her to give her mom another hug out of real kindness “come on, it’s time”

***

Melanie was the first one out, Alex came second, they headed to the front to see the others, Melanie ran her fingers against the walls of her creation admiring it, Alex watched in awe thinking on how much the train meant to her, it felt like it had been forever since she saw any of them. Till was the first one to notice her.

“Melanie? You look like shit, how’s the parenting going?”

“Very mature of you, you too” Mel ignored the parenting question “How are you and Jinju doing?

“We broke up right after the revolution, I don’t even know if she’s still alive”

“I’m sorry to hear that, I hope she is alright, do you mind if I have some?” Melanie pointed to the flask Bess had on the table

“Go for it” and she handed it to Melanie, Alex was looking at some graphs and she left her alone for not even five minutes and Mel was already about to consume alcohol.

“Mom no” Alex swiped it out of her hand “this will only make your healing more painful and miserable, trust me” she gave it back to Till.

“Your kid’s smart, she’s right, it will make it more miserable, plus this isn’t the greatest shit anyways”

“Come on ma” Alex pushed her towards the helm where Ben was sitting, he just turned the train on auto-pilot ‘How convenient’ she thought.

“Get up Ben, go eat some ice cream or something” Mel smirked

“Yes boss, I don’t think we have any- hey! ” He laughed as he got up to go look at the weather screen

“Where’s Javi by any chance?” Meanie questioned

Alex answered that hesitantly “Jupiter got ordered- I’m sorry, but I do think he’s alive” Alex looked down at her feet. Melanie’s expression changed from happy to a murderous rage burning up inside her.

“Then we know who else to get when we get back...anyone else I should know about?”

“That’s all I know for sure but I don’t think Ruth is getting treated the best over there too”

Melanie was now not the happiest camper knowing that her two closest friends were probably being treated like slaves or worse.

“Are the boards in good condition?” Mel asked directing it towards Ben

“Um yeah they’re fine, also we are having more bad weather so that’s just a fyi” he quickly answered also knowing she was in her murder attitude again.

“Well let’s get her rolling at a steady speed and let’s do this thing and hopefully not die in doing so”

“Yes boss” he walked away

“Well Head Engineer Cavill, on your orders” Alex put a hand on her right shoulder smiling down at her. Melanie pulled a soft smile and reached for her hand to hold it, Alex now knew that holding her in some way was the key to her heart.

“How about now?” Alex nodded in response

“Alright let’s fire up the boosters!”

#melanie cavill #snowpiercer #snowpiercer netflix #snowpiercer tv #jennifer connelly #alexandra cavill #ruth wardell #andre layton #joseph wilford

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SHADOWS OF SORCERY | Part 13 | “Shadow of Insecurity” | 1,754 words

"Are you nervous?" Jaelin asked.

"A little…" Imogene smiled, sitting in the arena’s stadium. There were around a couple hundred students in the crowd right now—the constant purple reflections of light tinting the whites of their eyes as two student sorcerers battled it out down in the arena, in a match against each other.

Imogene was up next.

Classes had been canceled for the whole week so they could test everyone for their initial progress monitoring exam. They scored everything from abilities, to strategies, and endurance. The teachers had told them that a loss didn't necessarily equate to a bad grade. But naturally, everyone wanted to win their match and show off a little.

"Well, I can tell," Jaelin said plainly. "I can feel it."

"You're an emotion reader?" Imogene asked.

"Just anxiety. It's kind of annoying though."

"Oh, sorry," Imogene laughed apologetically. There wasn’t much she could do about that.

"Not you. Just in general." Jaelin said, keeping his eye on the fight. "It's just a lot sometimes."

Elora was sitting there next to them. Silent as she watched the battle.

Students were required to observe some of the exams, but they didn't have to see all of them. So far, Charlotte hadn't shown up. She almost thought Charlotte had bailed on them, but just when the arena buzzer sounded—Charlotte appeared at one of the entrances and hastened down the steps to get to their row.

"Sorry I'm late. I didn't want to miss yours, Imogene. You didn't go yet, right?" Charlotte asked as she sat down, catching a sudden glimpse of Jaelin besides them.

"No, I'm up next." Imogene rose from her seat and took a deep breath in.

"Good luck." Charlotte smiled warmly.

"Good luck." Elora and Jaelin echoed.

Imogene thanked them and headed to an exit lit with a neon purple film of light. She pressed her hand against it and the light split apart for her to walk through it. She followed the steps down to the panel of teachers to await instructions.

In the meanwhile, Charlotte felt a funny twinge in her chest at Jaelin's addition to the group.

"Is he sitting with us?" she whispered to Elora.

"Don't worry, I'll be good this time." Jaelin responded tiredly. "One more strike and they said they'll take my magic."

Charlotte couldn't tell if he was being serious or just joking, so she didn't know what to say. She also wasn't sure if the taking-his-magic bit was supposed to be a jab at her father.

"We talked…" Elora said. "We think our incidents are related, so he agreed to help me see if we can find out who gave me the poison core."

Charlotte nodded, a bit reluctantly.

Their attention drifted to Imogene's match soon enough though. There was a countdown buzzer before the match and when it finally buzzed, a slew of daggers flew Imogene's way and Imogene threw her arms out to conjure two shields that struck down to the ground as soon as they were formed.

Impaled like arrows through paper plates.

She had used her dreamer magic to conjure them, so they weren't very useful against daggers made out of pure energy.

"Oh my god," Elora said under her breath, "why does every developer use daggers?"

"That's what Professor Hawkins teaches us," Jaelin said. "They're small, so it's easier to make a lot of them and attack from a lot of different angles at once."

They watched as Imogene's chest rose and fell in the adrenaline dodging of the first attack. Her opponent had paused, seemingly questioning why Imogene hadn't used her casting magic to block her attack. Imogene was on the lean side in comparison to her. It didn't seem like she practiced self defense very much. Her opponent—Lillian Jewels—on the other hand, had a stronger build and moved with a lot more confidence.

Lillian went ahead and shot another wave of daggers at Imogene, and right before she released them, Imogene bolted out of the way. Imogene ran to get in close range, stifling all the students in the audience. That was a dangerous move to pull without casting any energy fields. Except she wasn’t running to face her head on without any magic. She ran to get behind her opponent.

Imogene pivoted and danced on her feet as soon as Lillian turned to slash her with a dagger. Missing her. She threw a series of daggers, but Imogene was out of the way the instant before she released them—every single time. Their little dance went on for long enough that Lillian got annoyed and sent a set of daggers through the air in every direction.

But Imogene dove to the ground before she even lashed out. The daggers zipping straight into the invisible defense fields that had been conjured to protect the teachers and the students in the stadium, where they blew up and the fields sparked a neon color at the point of impact.

It wasn't that Imogene had particularly quick reflexes or that she was very fast on her feet. She just knew the girl's moves before she even made them.

Then, the instant that Lillian threw her arms back to conjure something, Imogene waved her hands simultaneously—forming a huge shield that ended up blocking an equivalent wall of fire at exactly the right moment.

"Whoa," one of the students in the audience muttered. "How did she know to make a shield?"

"It's like she can see the future."

Imogene let the tin metal shield clank to the floor as she ran out to get in close range, only to stumble backwards when she sensed that her opponent was conjuring some kind of double sided spear.

She got a strong feeling that Lillian was very skilled at welding it.

She wasn't just skilled though.

She was scary good.

Her opponent spun the spear fast, like a set of fan blades in her hand. If Imogene got any closer, she definitely would have gotten cut. Her mind reading didn't help her much there.

"I can tell you've got a plan," Lillian said, somewhat impressed but more weary.

Imogene kept her mouth shut, unsure of making conversation right now. She knew that her opponent's plan was to back her into a corner. So she had to think quick.

How was she going to get past that spinning spear of death?

It's not like she could conjure anything with her dreamer magic that wouldn't shatter against her developer magic. The only match for developer magic was casting magic.

Her casting magic was useless though.

All she could cast was a tiny light.

Her opponent's weapon would break straight through it. Pop it like a bubble. Maybe she should have conjured some giant bubble wrap to protect herself… She was probably going to need it. The imagery of giant bubble wrap made her laugh a little, but as she thought about it, she realized it wasn't such a bad idea after all. She could conjure a bunch of helium balloons. They wouldn't take very much dreamer magic, so she could make a lot of them at once.

Right when her opponent bounded at her, Imogene conjured a bunch of balloons. Waving them into existence like she was waving a bubble wand aggressively through the air. Filling the entire room with balloons in less than a minute. It looked like a party.

“Really?” Lillian said.

The developer swung her spear like a machete to pop the balloons and get through all the chaos. But that was proving ineffective real fast. So she tossed the weapon aside and it vanished almost as soon as she let go; developer magic only created temporary weapons.

The girl shoved her way through the balloons with her bare hands and rushed after Imogene without it. She was tired of this silly chase and it seemed like Imogene was running out of ideas anyway. She was only an inch away from grabbing her wrist now and when she snatched it–Imogene grabbed her other wrist right back.

A heavy steel cuff formed over Lillian’s arm, instantly anchoring her to the floor. That cuff weighed more than three times her body weight. She was down. She wasn't getting back up until that cuff was removed.

Imogene fell back, catching her breath as she stared in disbelief. Then the buzzer went off and one of the teachers announced her as the winner of the match.

"That was amazing! But why didn't she use her casting magic?" someone in the distant crowd said.

"Maybe she just wanted to show off."

She did it. She won. Without any casting magic at all.

The volume of applause was lost on her as she headed over to the teacher's table to receive her proof of examination. The teachers were still scribbling away on their scoring rubrics, adding detailed annotations. Someone handed her a preliminary report listing her win, time, and abilities utilized. She would get the detailed report later. But just then, someone else’s voice caught her off guard:

"Well done, Miss Imogene," Professor Hawkins said without looking up from his rubric. He taught developer classes, so she wasn't his student.

She headed back to the audience after holding her palm out to the film of purple light, where she returned to her friends' congratulations and compliments. They were so happy for her.

"Do you want to watch the next one?" Elora asked.

"Actually, I'd rather take a nap after all that," Imogene laughed and they took her cue to leave. They all went out to the hallway and Jaelin said his goodbye before he went his separate way. Leaving just the three girls.

"Elora," Charlotte said, moving in closer to talk quietly, "I meant to tell you… my father told me that the power authority said they wouldn't let you keep the poison core. They said it was too risky. Especially after, you know… the last time they let someone keep a poison core. I'm sorry."

She must have been referring to the incident with Jaelin's grandfather. The power authority must have approved the decoy core.

"Oh," Elora said, masking her relief with a disappointed tone. "It's okay. I figured they wouldn't."

Charlotte made a sympathetic face.

Elora was used to her predicament by now, but she appreciated the concern. She was mostly just bummed that she'd been exempted from taking the initial progress monitoring exam. The school had a healing room powered by a Luminess core, but they didn't want to risk injuring her in her current state.

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#wip: SoS #very inspired by watching the tests in my hero academia haha #I had a lot of fun writing this one #also #i thought cancelled was the american spelling jahnasdhnf #canceled looks wrong

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Tragic (Part 1)

Based on the Warden Emmet AU by @nemesis-is-my-middle-name.

Fair warning, there is going to be a brief mention of gore in this first part. You have been warned.

Akari had almost died many times.

She had almost been chopped in half, almost been kicked off of Cloudpool Ridge. She'd almost burned in lava, almost gotten exploded, almost gotten impaled by spikes of ice.

The first time, it was horrifying. After that, it became... less so.

That was worse, almost.

That was why she was so careful in climbing the north slope of Mount Coronet. Cockiness could kill her.

She quickly recounted the details as she knew them. This sixth noble, as Calaba recalled to her, was both powerful and swift. Quelling Lord Zoroark would be no easy task.

Of course, without balms, there wasn’t any hope of defeating him. Thankfully, there was a hope for that too. Lord Zoroark had dropped by the Pearl settlement with a man in tow, just a few months before Akari appeared from the rify. Most of the Pearl Clan seemed cagey with the details, but Calaba revealed that the man was Lord Zoroark's warden. If anyone knew how to make Lord Zoroark's balms, it would be him.

Of course, first there would be the matter of finding him. Calaba mentioned that he looked similar to Warden Ingo, so it couldn't be too hard, right? Just check around the North slope of Mt. Coronet, where sightings of him were reported.

That's what she'd thought, half a day ago.

"She sighed, waving to her Froslass, Yuki. "This isn't working," she said. The snow, starting to pick up, muffled her voice somewhat, but Yuki heard all the same. "Let's head back to the south side, maybe Ingo will let us rest with him for the night."

Yuki whistled in agreement, returning to her Ultra Ball as Akari started her trip back, only briefly hesitating so that her Probopass could confirm she was gojng the right way.

A few minutes later, she stopped. There was a figure standing there. They were dressed rather poorly for the weather, but their shirt seemed to be striped white and brown, like Calaba described of the man... or was the figure wearing white and orange?

She needed to get closer.

She walked a few feet closer. The figure was wearing white and orange, and their hair was quite visibly blonde. Not the warden, then. But the sleeves were so short, how were they alive, especially with Lode Zoroark in a frenzy? Akari had to get him to safety.

"Hey!" She called to Barry the figure. "You can't be up here, it's too dangerou—"

She went to grab the figure, only to stop. The figure shifted, pale skin giving way to brilliant gold giving way—as she looked down—to a red arm that ended too early.

"Oh," she croaked out. "Oh." She could see Lord Zoroark's eyes. She had never been able to see the eyes of the other frenzied nobles from this close. She could see his pain, his rage, his horror.

Zoroark ran off, letting Akari fall down onto the red snow.

She felt so very tired, now.

—

Akari opened her eyes.

#writing #my writing #cw: gore #pokemon legends arceus #zoroark #pokemon akari #warden emmet au

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 1210: The Sun, Night, Stars, and Woods: Part I / III

Jaune stepped inside the open portcullis, sword and shield in his hands as he looked about the gloom. Penthesielea stepped up behind him, momentarily pressing her bodice into him before stepping out, hiding behind her shield. Jaune raised his shield as well as the two linked together. They heard sounds in the darkened trace. Jaune's eyes could see into the deep gloom, and held his weapons more firmly, Penthesilea doing the same.

"What do you have?" Nora asked from behind him.

"Ursa." Jaune stated.

"Pfft." Nora stated.

"I can fight whenever you are ready." Penthesilea voiced, and Jaune breathed in deeply before stepping away from Penthesilea. The two lowered their shields to a more comfortable place while still being useful and stepped into the room. Ursae appeared from in front and beside them. Penthesilea's shield struck the one to her left as her spear pierced the one up front. Jaune blocked up front while using his sword to take the head off the Ursa to his right. He spun around from the attack, taking the head off the second as Penthesilea impaled her first. The bodies started to dissolve as they walked into the gloom. Nora and Ren came in from the open portcullis, moving to the sides, followed quickly by Yang whom walked up the centre. With a quick left and right palm strike, Ren detroyed the heads from a lesser Taijitu as Nora's hammer uttersly crushed a Centinel. Ilia decloaked behind her to shock a second Centinel with her Thunder Lash, only for Nora to crush it a moment later.

Weiss quietly and elegantly entered behind them, hands crossed behind her back. "It's amazing how content I feel with my lack of contribution."

"Easy, Linnet." Yang said to her, "You're pretty enough to help us without doing anything."

"And, you know, taking up the rear." Jaune said, before he and Penthesilea braced their shields against the crashing Boarbatusks. The six Boarbatusks were knocked to the side, quickly being pierced by their swords.

Weiss raised her leg as if she were stepping up stairs as blocks of ice appeared below her feet to raise her out of the way of a swiping Beowulf. The four Beowulves were each stabbed with a half-dozen Lancers that appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She spun around to kick the head of a Beowulf that rose above the others. Her slants developed sharp icicle heels that quickly pieced the Beowulf's skull. She continued walking along Glyphs as if she had no even been bothered by it.

"She looks so much better in heels." Ilia said, momentarily flashing visible before cloaking again.

"It's the butt." Yang said with a brilliant smile.

"Or the way she walks." Ilia's voice stated, quietly echoing about the room. "The cold confidence."

"Thank you." Weiss said, with a light, light blue flush.

Yang paused and crashed her fists together. "I think we know what my job is."

Weiss elegantly walked passed her atop her heels and glyphs, each glyph slightly lower to the ground. "And that is?" Weiss warmly asked.

"Yang smash." Yang stated, and Nora eagerly raised her hand.

"Oh-oh-oh?!" Nora asked.

A black shadow appeared and turned into Blake. "What does she want?"

"Nora smash?" Nora eagerly asked.

"Sure." Yang said. "Just know I'm definitely going to blow my top, so, might want to give me a bit of room."

"I can get a little bit carried away, myself." Nora said proudly.

* * *

Pwyll snorted loudly outside the portcullis.

"Was this truly such a good idea?" Rhiannon asked, and Pwyll snorted even more proudly this time, followed by Wilhelmina proudly bleating. Pwyll let out an even more affirmative whinney. "I suppose we can call for help if we need it."

"I have pledged you my unyielding protection." Ciel said from atop her.

"But, our masters are without us?" Rhiannon nervously asked.

Pwyll snorted.

"Well, yes..." Rhiannon voiced, "It was because I assured them we would be safe, but that was only because you insisted so."

Wilhemina loudly bleated.

"Yes, yes, you too." Rhiannon said.

"We have many great allies to summon for aid." Ciel stated.

"I do suppose we have an army to help us." Rhinnaon voiced, "But, what about our masters."

"They will be counting on you to be ready to aid them the moment they leave the caste." Ciel replied. Rhiannon let out a relieved sigh.

* * *

Balios crashed through the window to the board room. Ruby Petal Burst off of his back to the table, posing dramatically with her scythe. She looked around and found no one. She Petal Burst, reverting with her left hand on the door and the right on Piece-de-Pence under her cloak. She pushed the door open, looking up and down the darkened corridor, seeing nothing. She stepped back and looked at Balios, "Balio, go help the others." He gave her a nervous snort. "I'll be fine." Balios gave her a nervous look, "Trust me." Balios let out an affirmative snort and launched himself out the broken window.

* * *

Cinder stared out the window from aboard the Indominable. Beside her was Leverette and a woman dressed as an Atlasian officer with platinum blonde hair. "With all four maidens here, I kind of thought there would be something more of us to do." Cinder voiced, and looked over at Neo in a Atlasian officer uniform. Neo pointed two fingers at her eyes and then at Cinder. Cinder rolled her eyes. "I've had plenty of chances to betray you." Cinder stated, "Right now, all I want is for this to end, so I can go back to my mansion in Vacuo."

"We are being held in reserved." the woman with platinum blonde hair said, "A concept anyone with any sort of strategic thinking should understand."

"You try getting Grimm to go along with strategy." Cinder augustly said to her.

"Hartman seemed to have found a way." the platinum blonde stated, and a pregnant pause followed.

* * *

Balios crashed into the Ursa. Pwyll stomped, creating a field of ice spikes that impaled a number of Creepers. Ciel flitted between Beowulves being held in place by Rhiannon. Wilhelmina's horns glew with energy as a lightning bolt struck down a Giant Nevermore.

* * *

Yang's eyes glew red, her hair and body golden yellow. Yang lunged towards the Ursae that started dissolving before Yang's fist even reached them. Nora's hammer slammed down on a pack of Creepers.

* * *

Ruby opened door after door in the darkened traces of the castle. One by one, she found nothing more than empty rooms. One small room had a seer that just seemed to watch her. She closed the door and continued along.

* * *

Oscar augustly walked up to the collected Cheval Knights, hands clasped behind his back. "Pwyll, Rhiannon, Balios, Wilhelmina." he individually greeted them, with affirmative snorts and bleats in reply.

"Oh, uh, hello?" Rhiannon asked.

"You are afraid that I might be a malevolent portent, but they do not understand who they are fighting. She - is the only one with anything to fear."

Pwyll and Balios let out questioning snorts.

"Oh?" Oscar asked, "I honestly did not think this would come to pass. Thousand lifetimes and nothing like this has ever happened." Pwyll let out another questioning snort. "Then how do I know they will be safe? I know my wife." he simply stated.

* * *

Yang snarled at the form that stepped through the portcullis into the undercroft with them, until she realized what it was. She breathed in deeply, her glow ceasing. Nora stepped beside her, looking at the new form, "Oscar?!" she asked.

"In a way." Oscar stated, "Though, neither one nor the other."

"So, it?.." Yang nervously asked.

"It has happened." Oscar simply stated.

"So, it's like?.." Yang asked, "Should we?"

"Thanks to the young Oscar Pines, the transition went far more smoothly than it has before."

"So, what do we call you?" Nora asked.

"Now that is an intruiging question?" Oscar replied, "Should we try something more modern, or antiquated? Something that harkens for the ages?"

"That deep, man." Yang said to him.

"Something that has never come before." Oscar started. "Something that will be misconstrued into something else. Osborn."

"You, uh?.." Yang asked.

"Why don't you come with me?" Osborn asked.

"But?.." Yang asked, looking into the darkened undercroft.

"Your sister will be safe in the castle." Osborn stated. "But, the rest of us have something of great import to discuss."

"Like?" Yang asked, and Osborn simply looked at her. "Right, right, k."

* * *

Osborn stepped into the antechambre, with the others looking at the grand staircase. "We are safe." he simply stated, and everyone turned around to look at him. "No Grimm will cross that threshold without being coerced to do so. Greetings."

"So?" Yang asked, "TL-DR, they're together, and call them... himself Osborn."

Osborn bowed before the others. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." A pregnant pause followed as a thousand emotions crossed everyone's faces.

"Apparently it went over pretty well." Yang said, "No, no need to worry. He does have something important to say."

"Of great import!" Nora exalted.

"That's what I said." Yang added.

A pregnant pause happened as the others tried to collect themselves. Weiss stepped towards Osborn and slightly to the side, "How can we help you?" she asked, and Osborn seemed lost in thought as a dozen emotions passed his face.

"I suppose I should start with an apology. I honestly never thought this would happen. I found myself paralysed, unable to..."

"Chill." Yang said, everyone looked at her. "I know what it's like to be depressed. We're good."

Osborn turned to look at everyone else, who seemed to be accepting what was said. "Well, in that case, I suppose I should get to the import. Salem will not fight back." Everyone looked at him with feeling ranging from disbelief to horror to joy. Everyone seemed to finally move to acceptance. "More saliently, your bittersweet Rose has given you a lie of omission. She too has been blesed by a Great Beast." He paused to let them catch their breath. "The Crimson Rose of Remorse."

"What the?.." Yang voiced.

"How could you?!" Penthesilea cried.

"How could I acquiesce to her wishes?" Osborn asked, and everyone seemed to calm down, though still stressed. "I will admit that Oscar's reluctance might have swayed me, but a choice was made, and I truly respect all choice, even those with which I disagree. Did you want to know her gift?" Everyone breathed in deep, eventually nodding, though Penthesilea gave him a deathly glare. "The thorns grasp the lift of any whom kill her." Another great shock of breath was heard.

"How the hell could you?!.." Yang asked, and Osborn gave her a deep, warming, understanding glare. Yang covered her eyes, "Your jedi mind tricks won't work on me!"

"How the hell it could is pretty simple." Osborn stated, "And notice you have yet made a move to strike me down? You know, deep down, that I care for you all, and wish to see you victorious. The hell is pretty simple, Ruby's life was never in danger. She had dreams of an epic battle, but what she will find is very different." Osborn paused and looked up, "She is almost to the door."

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #arc-en-ciel

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Princess Amethyst the "Purple Menace": A New Hope Arises - Chapter 2: Curiousity

If you have found this before reading the first chapter, I recommend reading the first chapter of this story, as well as my Amethyst the "Purple Menace" AU post, first to have knowledge. Anyways... let's-a go!

(the next morning, we see Slog grabbing a bagel and a cup of coffee along with a bag to collect parts, preparing to leave)

Slog: Dudes, I will see you two later. I have a certain place to go to to learn more… yes, I promise I will bring you more parts, Pegacorn.

Pegacorn: (neighs)

(Slog pets Bowser, as he then rides on his hoverboard to Gemworld. When he got there, he hops off)

Slog: (to himself) Two goals for today. One… collect the parts like you do everyday. And two, learn more about Gemworld before its fall.

(Slog then looks around for parts to collect. As hours go by, he has been grabbing parts… however, he ends up seeing a stone tablet lying around)

Slog: Huh, dude… (grabs the tablet) Where did this come from? (looks around) I have a feeling that this tablet may have fallen here while Gemworld fell apart. I might have to translate this later, dude. (puts it in the bag)

(as he looks around, he sees some furniture)

Slog: Huh?

(he walks into what appears to be a outdoor camp with a hammock as a bed)

Slog: I feel bad for someone living here, dude. Especially since they would always get wet because of rain. You know… I am curious to explore this place.

(as he explores around, he sees a picture of Princess Amethyst and Prince Topaz in their prom-like attire)

Slog: Huh? Is that… Princess Amethyst and Prince Topaz? Apparently, their death apparently impacted them so much that they wanted to collect pictures of them. I hope no dude can mind while I take this… (grabs it)

(he notices some machine parts)

Slog: Perfect. I need more-

(a whoosh is heard)

Slog: …what the everloving hell is that, dude?

(he follows where the whoosh came from and he walks to a grave with all of the fallen citizens and heroes that died during the Gemworld Purge as a hooded person walks to it)

Slog: (quietly) …The Gemworld Purge Grave… a lot of people died. That’s very harsh, dude…

(the hooded person unhoods herself, revealing herself to be… Princess Amethyst, who is in tears)

Slog: (quietly) …The Purple Menace… (makes a shocked face) is Princess Amethyst?! This is insanity! I thought she died during the purge!

Princess Amethyst: (sniffs) Hey, friends… it’s been a whole year since that dreaded event and here I am, exiled and powerless. (sheds a tear) I am sorry that I was UNABLE to stop Dark Opal in time… and citizens think HE is the good guy and I am the villain, which is OBVIOUSLY isn’t true.

Slog: (quietly) Wait, dude… is she saying she is never a bad guy and that Dark Opal dude lied to us about The Purple Menace, which is her, dude- (sees robots flying to her)

Princess Amethyst: (notices the robots) …oh, come on…

Robot: There you are, crook.

Princess Amethyst: Crook, huh? The real crook is your stupid boss. (prepares her weapons)

Robot #2: Talking trash about the ruler of this world, you whiny bloody brat?

Robot #3: Rule Number 1… always say good things and be royal to- (gets impaled in the head by Princess Amethyst using a scythe)

Princess Amethyst: Never.

Robot: Robots… exterminate her.

(the robots start attacking Princess Amethyst, turning into an intense fight)

Slog: (amazed) Wow… no wonder why the city would do curfews every night. She’s deadly, dude.

(an oil-drenched Princess Amethyst uses her axe to behead a robot, and then shows the head into the other robot’s head, destroying it instantly. However, a robot then grabs her neck and its hands turn into a knife, preparing to stab her in the heart. Slog notices, and looks around to see a spear lying. He grabs it and throws)

Robot: Any last words, menace?

Princess Amethyst: … (sniffs) At least I get to join the rest…

(the robot then moves his arm to stab her. However, just before he could do so, the spear goes through the sides of the robots’ torso, destroying it instantly)

Princess Amethyst: Huh?

Slog: (sighs) Wow- (sees Amethyst saw him, panicking) H-HUH?! SHE SAW ME, DUDE!! I GOTTA RUN! (runs)

Princess Amethyst: Wait, I am not who you think I am!

(she runs to chase Slog, ending Chapter 2)

Princess Amethyst (c) DC Comics

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a piece of cake

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 16: Heartstrings

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst, fluff

WC: 7.3k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, teenage heartbreak :(, two bumbling fools that are emotionally constipated, I think that’s it

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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6 years ago:

"Mina, I'm so nervous!"

Mina laughs lightly at the way you bounce up and down on your bed, "It'll be fine, ____! He'll totally like you back, girl don't even worry about it!"

You let out a nervous giggle as you jump off your bed and run to your closet, "What should I wear?"

"____, you literally have a school uniform," Mina laughs again.

You turn and pout at her, "Heyy, I know that! I was asking which one I should wear, the burgundy socks or the white ones? Tie or no tie? Blazer or no blazer? Long-sleeved or short?"

Mina shakes her head in amusement, "You're cute and he'll think so no matter what you wear," She rubs her chin in thought, "But definitely the white socks, the burgundy tie with the grey sweater vest instead of the blazer, and long sleeves."

You do a little dancy dance of excitement before grabbing the decided clothes out of your closet and hurrying to pull them on. Mina is already dressed in her uniform, waiting patiently as she sits on your bed.

When you're all ready to go, you grab the little box on your bedside table and run out of your room, causing Mina to stumble after you.

_______

By the time lunch rolls around, you're buzzing with excitement at the prospect of getting to see him.

Not to mention being able to finally tell him how you feel.

Mina is by your side the whole way to your locker as you grab the little box out.

She nudges your shoulder as you two walk to the cafeteria, "You can do this, ____."

You nod, your tummy all in knots to the point that you're not sure if you'll even be able to eat.

Despite that, you finish everything on your tray while your legs bounce in anticipation.

Once you two make your way outside to the field, you are trying your hardest not to hightail it back inside. Mina holds your arm though, preventing you from doing so.

"You can't back out now, babe."

Mina's words terrify you but you know she's telling the truth, you can't just go on without at least trying.

A bunch of kids are milling around outside, some of the boys showing off to the girls as they size how tall they are compared to each other.

Then you see him, in all his glory.

He's standing in the field with a few other boys from his class, chatting.

His dark blonde hair glistens in the sunlight as he laughs at something one of his friends said.

You feel your heart leap to your throat and you freeze, "I- I can't..."

"____," Mina turns to you, placing her hands on your shoulders, "I am not about to let you give up now, not right before you do it! Just go over there. If you can't speak, then just hand it to him, simple as that. He'll understand when he opens it anyway."

You nod stiffly, "What about his friends?" Your voice shakes, "I'm scared to do it in front of them."

Mina nods, "I got this."

You're about to protest but she's gone, already marching her way over to them.

You watch in embarrassment as Mina taps one of the boys on the shoulder. He turns and smiles when he sees her. Mina is gorgeous, of course he'd smile when she spoke to him.

You're really her only friend, as she is yours, but the boys are constantly swarming around her nonetheless.

You start to feel self-conscious when you see the boy making your heart thump heavily look at Mina and smile brightly.

Shoot, what if he likes her?

You can't compare to her.

Besides, she's your best friend, you'd give him up for her if she wanted him.

You'd do anything for her.

You snap out of it when you see Mina leading the two boys that were with him away, then she gestures at you behind her back.

You force your feet to move as you hurry over to him before he moves on to talk with someone else.

Just as he's turning, you're coming up.

He almost bumps into you, a surprised gasp slipping from his lips as he notices you.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there."

You smile crookedly, "It's- It's fine!" You squeak out.

His smile widens as he looks at you, "You're ____, right? Tenth grade?"

You nod like a darn bobblehead, your words suddenly stuck in your throat.

He's so handsome.

And cute.

And sweet.

And thoughtful.

And-

"I'm Jimin," He reaches a hand out to you, "It's nice to officially meet you."

You take his hand, letting him shake it as his bright smile continues to beam.

"I know, um," You need to get it together, "You're in eleventh."

He nods, "Yes, only one and a half years left of these ridiculous uniforms," He chuckles.

You nod stupidly, "Uh, yeah," A nervous laugh slips from your mouth.

Just do it, rip it off like a band-aid.

"I uh- I have something for you."

He looks at you with curiosity, his pretty eyes glancing down to the box in your hands.

Then his smile fades.

Your heart stops in your chest when you see the look of recognition on his face.

He's been confessed to before, of course he has.

Your shoulders slump.

You just want the ground to open up and swallow you.

He looks back up at you and gives you a gentle smile.

The smile of rejection.

"____, you're really sweet-"

Oh, no.

"I would say yes in a heartbeat, really. You're different from the other girls here, you care about people, I can tell. I've seen it-"

"But?" Your voice comes out as a whisper.

His smile turns sad, "But there's a girl I like already. I'm sorry, ____."

It feels like someone just tore out your heart and stomped it into the ground.

You don't say anything.

You can't.

It hurts too much.

You just open the box and pull out the note, tucking it into your palm before closing the box again and handing it to him.

Jimin takes it reluctantly, still watching you carefully, his eyes sad and regretful.

"____-"

"I hope you like the cookies," You smile at him, finally meeting his eyes, "Just think of it as a friendship gift, nothing more."

Jimin nods, still looking guilty as hell.

"I hope it works out for you Jimin, I really do."

"Thank you, ____."

Then you turn and walk away, pieces of your heart falling behind you with each step you take.

A minute later you hear Mina calling to you, but you don't stop.

You hurry inside and to the locker rooms.

You're hiding in a stall when you hear the door to the girls' locker room open and Mina's voice call out, "____, are you in here?"

You don't answer and a moment later the door shuts, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You curl up, pulling your knees to your chest as the tears finally come.

You wish you could just disappear.

The thought that you need to see him the rest of this school year and the next before he leaves is sickening.

Your heart has never hurt more than it does now, it feels like a bunch of swords are impaling it over and over again.

Fourth grade.

You had liked him since you were in fourth grade, he was in sixth.

It was the day that you had tripped and spilled your lunch tray all over yourself.

This angel had appeared, pulling you to your feet with the brightest smile you'd ever seen. He had taken you to get another uniform in the office and even got you another tray of food.

He only ever said hello in passing after that, but you were infatuated.

You thought you had loved him.

Another sob cuts through the silence in the locker room as you realize you don't want it anymore.

You hope you never fall for anyone again.

Love is just a terrible joke, made to hurt the weakest, the ones that fall for it.

________________

"____?"

The handsome man standing before you makes your heart lurch.

What kind of joke is this?

You take a step back and clear your throat, "P-P-Park J-Jimin?"

His smile returns as he lets out a small laugh of disbelief, "You remember me?"

You nod reluctantly.

Jimin looks into your eyes just like he did that one day in elementary school, an angel appearing out of nowhere to save you.

"But, how?" He asks, clearly bewildered, "After the accident, you never..."

You suddenly realize you're standing there like an idiot, so you open the door wider and gesture for him to come in.

He walks in and sets the pizza you ordered on your kitchen table.

"D-Do you have t-t-time to talk?" You ask bravely.

Jimin nods, "Of course."

You two end up on the couch, an awkward silence falling around you.

You can't look him in the eyes because every time you do, he's just staring at you like you're the lost puppy he'd been looking for for years.

"It's been so long," Jimin says quietly, "It's been like six years since we actually spoke."

You nod, "The d-d-day you rejected me."

When you look up at him he looks heartbroken, so you give him a small smile, "I'm j-just giving you a hard t-t-time."

Jimin nods sadly, "I'm so confused. I just- I thought you had forgotten me after you were in the hospital..."

You say nothing so he continues, "No, you did. You did forget about me, I tried talking to you and-"

"I know," You whisper, "I'm s-s-sorry Jimin, but I lied."

That makes him freeze.

"You and M-Mina were the only two I r-r-really remembered."

It's silent for a minute, then he whispers, hurt, "But why?"

You look back at him, "It h-h-hurt too much to talk to y-you. I'm sorry."

Jimin nods sadly, "Don't apologize, I understand. But, how did you remember me?"

You laugh, embarrassed, "I had k-kind of been in l-l-love with you since elementary s-school."

Jimin's eyes bulge out of his head, "What?"

"Yeah, since w-we met. After you had h-h-helped me clean the mess I made." Jimin looks lost for a minute, then his eyes light up with recognition, "Oh! Oh, really?"

You nod, another laugh slipping out.

"So, you didn't lose your memory of me...because you still had your memories from elementary school?"

Another nod.

"But then, how did you remember me rejecting you?" The words taste bitter in his mouth.

You shrug, "I don't know, I j-j-just did. A few th-things came b-back to me after leaving the h-hospital."

"I'm sorry that had to be one of them," Jimin whispers.

"It's o-okay, you had n-no obligation to like me b-back," You take a deep breath, already feeling better after getting that off your chest, "Whatever h-happened to the girl y-y-you had liked? Did you a-ask her out?"

Jimin nods with a sad smile, "Yeah."

"A-And?"

"We dated until college...then I found out she cheated on me and we broke up."

Your heart breaks at that, "J-Jimin, I'm so-sorry."

"Don't be, it was for the best."

You sit in more silence for a bit, but this time it feels more comfortable.

Then Jimin speaks up again, "So what are you up to these days, ____? Any special man in your life?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you jokingly.

You laugh, "I am a k-k-kindergarten t-teacher."

Jimin's eyes light up, "Really? Congratulations, ____. You seriously deserve it."

"Th-Thank you. And w-what about you?"

Jimin sighs and gestures at his outfit, "Clearly I'm not as successful as you," You laugh and shake your head as he continues, "I'm just working this delivery job until I get my foot in the door for some journalist positions."

Your eyes grow wide, "R-Really?"

He nods, "I've always wanted to be a reporter, a journalist, something like that. It's a lot harder than it looks though."

You nod, "W-Well I'm rooting for y-you."

"Thank you," He smiles warmly at you, "You were always the sweetest."

You blush at that and Jimin continues, "You never answered my previous question," He squints at you playfully as he points at you, "Any special guys?"

You're about to shake your head, then Jungkook pops into your brain.

His dark eyes penetrating your thoughts, his rosebud lips sneaking into your mind.

Jimin sees you hesitate and a knowing smile grows on his face, "Ah-ha! There is someone!"

You look at him, blushing profusely, "Th-There isn't-"

"Liar!" Jimin cackles, clapping his hands, "You are so in love!"

His words startle you, "I'm n-not! It isn't l-like that."

Jimin wipes at the gleeful tears in his eyes as he leans closer to you, inspecting your face carefully.

"I know that look, ____. You're smitten."

You splutter, "I-I-I am n-not smitten!"

Jimin smirks at you and you fight the urge to smack him.

Then he glances around your living room, "It's beautiful in here, did you decorate it yourself?"

You nod proudly, glad he's changed the subject.

You two make small talk for a few more minutes, just catching up on life.

Then Jimin looks at his watch, "Shit, I gotta go. Bossman will be livid with me for taking so long," He stands up and you follow him to the door.

"Thanks for having me, ____. It was wonderful to catch up with you."

You smile brightly, "I'm s-s-so glad that we were able to m-meet again."

Jimin gives you one last smile as he walks out the door, but before you can close it, he turns around, "Do you..."

You raise an eyebrow in question.

"Do you think we could meet up again sometime? Grab a coffee or something?"

You nod happily, "I w-w-would love that."

You end up exchanging numbers before he hurries on his way.

Closing the door, a huge smile spreads on your face.

Park Jimin.

Your first love.

Delivering a pizza to your door.

Who would've thought?

After a moment to process, you start to giggle uncontrollably.

What the heck just happened?

_____________

Jungkook is jogging up the stairs leading to your apartment when a pizza delivery guy comes down at the same time.

He smiles at Jungkook and moves past him.

Thinking nothing of it, Jungkook hurries to your door and knocks three times, waiting anxiously.

The door opens rather quickly like you'd been standing there.

"Ji- oh..."

Your eyes are wide as you stare at Jungkook.

He gives you a small smile, "Um, hi."

He sees you swallow thickly as you observe him, it takes you a minute to respond.

"H-Hi."

Jungkook bites his lip, not sure how to go about saying what he wants to say next.

"W-What are y-you doing here?" You beat him to it.

The way you say it makes his stomach turn a little.

When he doesn't respond, you sigh and reach up to rub your tired eyes, "J-Jungkook..."

He wishes he could say something, anything.

But it's like every single word he's ever known is suddenly gone out of his brain and he knows nothing.

You look so sleepy, the events from the past week are probably weighing on you right now.

Jungkook thinks as his gaze drifts over your exhausted face, his heart pulling apart in his chest as Mina's story comes barreling back into his mind.

After another beat of silence, Jungkook finally finds his voice and you decide to be honest with him at the same time.

"____, will you go somewhere with me-"

"J-Jungkook I'm t-tired of th-this-"

You both shut up and look at the other.

Jungkook's heart sinks in his chest at your words.

Your own heart feels like someone is poking at it with a sharp stick.

"What?" Jungkook whispers.

You cover your face with your hands, "I- I j-just..."

"Can I come in? Please?" Jungkook asks hopefully, wanting to correct things before shit hits the fan.

You nod and open the door wider for him to slip inside.

He immediately notices the pizza box on the table and his mind wanders back to the guy passing him earlier. He lets it go as he stands there, waiting for you to shut the door.

You do, then you walk over to the couch and plop down, curling your legs up and tucking them near you as you grab a pillow and hold it tightly to your chest.

Jungkook takes a few very deep and very calming breaths before walking over to the couch to sit down.

He needs to just keep breathing, or else he'll mess shit up again with his stupidity.

You fidget quietly as Jungkook stares at the Barbie movies in the glass cabinet under the TV. He doesn't know why he can't seem to look away from them.

"She just finds comfort in things like coloring, watching movies, eating sweets. Her brain was damaged, badly. But it's gotten so much better since then, she's made so much progress. She might act like a kid sometimes, but she isn't one and doesn’t think she is. ____ was innocent before and she's innocent now-"

Jungkook's breath hitches as he remembers Mina's words.

"Did y-you speak t-to M-Mina?"

Jungkook turns to you when you speak up quietly, noticing the way you won't even look at him. Your eyes are locked on the pillow in front of you as you pick at the loose threads.

"Yeah," He mumbles back.

You finally raise your eyes to his, "I- I think you sh-should leave."

Jungkook's heart stutters painfully.

"____, I need to talk to you."

"A-About what?"

"I-..." What does he say? He needs to get you out of here, he's run out of time, "I know this sounds dumb, but would you go somewhere with me? Just for a little bit."

You just stare at him, your eyes reflecting a pain he's never seen in you before, even after he was horrible to you in the rain, even after his dumb ass forced you to go home and ruined your day.

This pain is a first.

He shifts his body towards you more, "____, what's going on? Are you oka-"

"No."

He freezes, his mind short-circuiting at your bitter response.

"No, I'm n-not. I'm n-n-not okay."

You can see the way his eyes flicker back and forth between yours and it makes your heart race.

You can't handle this.

You don't like pain, you don't like it.

You always run from it.

Maybe you are just a child.

More reason to put an end to this anyway.

The insecurities swarming your head finally come out, in an angry huff of air, startling Jungkook when you stand up abruptly, still gripping the pillow.

"I n-n-need you to leave."

Jungkook stands up too, his tall frame looming over you and making you look down at the ground.

"I can't," He mutters.

Your eyes trail up to his, anger burning in them.

Why is life so unfair?

Why can't someone just like you, for you?

Why does reality always have to come and bite you in the butt?

"Go to M-Mina," You seethe.

Jungkook looks at you like you're crazy, his mind going in circles trying to figure out what the hell you're talking about.

"____, what?"

"You h-h-heard me," You swallow the lump in your throat.

Curse this stupid stutter.

You can't even tell someone something and be taken seriously.

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, his confused gaze locked on your angered one.

"Why would I want to go to her?"

You scoff, making Jungkook take a step back to observe you in disbelief.

What happened to you?

Were you really that mad about him asking you for her number? He didn't need it because he liked that brat, he needed it because he needs to save you.

But you don't know that.

How could he expect you to?

"Just...get o-out," Your voice is thick with tears.

Jungkook shakes his head again and takes a step towards you, his hand stretched out.

But you step back, away from him.

"Stop h-h-hurting me!" You suddenly raise your voice. It isn't anywhere near a yell but it shocks him enough. You never raise your voice...

"I'm sorry-"

You close your eyes and take a long breath as if to calm yourself down.

"I kn-know you like M-Mina. Don't m-make me hurt anymore by h-having to let go while y-y-you're standing right in f-front of me!"

Jungkook steps forward and grabs your hand, but you don't open your eyes.

You dare not look at him.

Not ever again.

Or you'll break.

You love Mina more than anything, you'd do anything for her.

That's why she was always pushing you away from Jungkook.

She likes him.

And of course, he likes her back.

The pain in your heart is causing your breath to shorten.

If you look at him now, you won't have the strength to give him up for her.

"____, I swear I don't like her-"

It isn't true.

"I just needed to ask her something!"

Stop trying to spare me the pain, just leave me alone.

"____, please look at me," Jungkook pleads.

No.

You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed tight.

Jungkook sighs in exasperation, "I had to ask her about your accident!!"

At that, your watery eyes slowly open.

Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief when he sees your beautiful eyes land on him.

Then you take your hand out of his and he feels his next breath stutter.

"What?" You whisper.

The words get caught in his throat for a second before he's able to shove them out, "I had to ask her about Kihyun, and the accident...I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I swear ____, I don't like her like that. Hell, I don't like her at all! Not to mention she hates my guts!"

Your jaw clenches and Jungkook wants to just beg you to listen to him, to please not be mad and just listen to him.

"I w-was in a c-c-car accident..."

Jungkook does a double-take at your words.

"What d-d-d-does that have t-to do with you or Kihyun? How is th-that any of your business?!"

Jungkook just stares at you as your face turns red, "I w-want you to leave me alone p-please. Stop playing w-with my h-heart and running out on m-me."

Jungkook feels like he's about to explode.

With anger, sadness, regret, and this weird protective stuffy feeling he gets when he's around you.

"I'm sorry-"

"And I f-forgave you."

He flinches at that.

"But an empty a-apology means n-nothing, J-Jungkook."

"It-...It isn't empty. ____, I know I'm stupid, I'm a grade A idiot! A fucking moron! But I never meant to hurt you by running out, I just- I panicked..." He's fumbling over his words, not even understanding what he's trying to say at this moment.

"W-Why would you g-go behind my back to t-talk about me?! Why not j-just come to me??"

"I didn't think you-"

"Didn't think I r-remembered it?"

Your voice is bitter, laced with hurt.

Jungkook nods slowly.

You scoff, "Y-You're right, I d-d-don't. I had to rely on M-Mina to tell me that m-my family died in a c-c-car crash and I w-was the only one that survived."

His chest hurts.

"Did y-you want to m-make fun of m-me? Figure out exactly w-why I sp-sp-speak like a fr-freak? Why everyone t-t-treats me like a ch-child?"

Jungkook's brows furrow, "Why on earth would you ever think something like that?"

"B-Because I'm n-not like you, J-Jungkook. You c-could get any g-g-girl that you want, but I w-was stupid enough to th-think it would be-...never m-mind."

Jungkook's brain is racing, he has no idea what you're getting at.

He doesn't understand what the hell girls are thinking or trying to say.

He knows he's an idiot, he doesn't know how to fix that.

But he needs to fix this.

And quickly.

He steps forward to grab your hands again, but this time you don't pull away, "____, I never meant to make you think I was using you to get to Mina if that's how you feel. I wasn't. I needed Mina to tell me because I was worried about you, I swear," His voice is firm.

You look at him, unsure.

Jungkook sighs, "I didn't go to you because I thought that you wouldn't remember, but more so because I didn't want to hurt you further if you did. I didn't want to stir up anything that you'd want to put away. I realize now that that was shitty of me to go behind your back, I should've come to you first, it was your story to tell. I'm sorry."

You blink, taken aback by how honest and sincere he seems right now.

You'd been hurting from all the running away and ignoring you and all that he's been doing recently.

This is the first time it feels like he's actually taking you seriously.

You bring your eyes up to his, "I'm s-s-sorry for lashing o-out. I have f-f-feelings like every-yone else and I w-was hurt."

Jungkook nods, "It's okay, I'm sorry too." His deep brown eyes search yours carefully as you continue, "You c-c-can like Mina, I-I-I underst-stand. She's b-beautiful..."

Jungkook takes you by surprise when he starts to chuckle. You look at him curiously, "W-Why are you l-l-laughing?"

Jungkook gently lets go of your hands, making you miss the warmth of them instantly.

He brings his hands up to run through his hair, "I can't believe you think I'd fall for Mina."

You scowl, "Why w-wouldn't you?"

Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, "She's not my type."

"Oh, y-yeah? What i-is your type then?"

He looks at you and you make eye contact for a second before your gaze darts away. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you for a moment longer.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jungkook says teasingly, noting that your cheeks turn pink as you shake your head in denial, "I d-d-don't care."

He laughs lightly and you feel your heart lift in your chest.

A minute passes in silence as the two of you try to think of what to say next.

You're a bit embarrassed about your outburst, but you know he understands.

You were valid in your feelings and he seems genuinely sorry for everything.

Jungkook's head is in a completely different place, trying to go about how to ask you to leave Seoul with him.

This is ridiculous, you'll never agree.

You watch as Jungkook's eyes dart around the room as if he's trying to figure something out.

"Y-You okay?" You ask, a bit worried.

Jungkook looks up, his eyes finding yours.

Just do it, Jeon.

Don't be a wuss.

"Will you leave Seoul with me?"

He blurts it out, figuring he'll chicken out if he doesn't.

Your eyes widen and you're shocked into silence for a good minute.

When the initial shock leaves you, you blink a few times.

Jungkook just stands there stupidly.

"Um..."

He winces at your hesitation although it was inevitable.

"...w-why?"

Damn it, he knew you'd ask, you'd be stupid not to.

He needs to make something up, fast.

"This- this seems like the worst timing possible... But I was...invited to uhm, to a thing, a thing in uhm, in Busan. It's like uh, a uh, a school reunion? Thing? Kind of? It's uh...."

Fuck he's a bumbling idiot.

Before he can make a bigger fool out of himself, you burst into laughter.

His chest feels lighter at the sound.

Well, at least he made you laugh...

You wipe at your eyes as you double over in laughter, a good contrast to what you were doing a little while ago, so he'll take it.

Jungkook just stands there, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches you make fun of him.

When you finally catch your breath, you look at him to see him scowling darkly.

You feel like it would scare anyone else, but it doesn't scare you.

You poke at his chest, the last of the giggles leaving your lips.

Jungkook stiffens when you touch him, but he will not let you know that your touch affects him.

"Are you finished?" He asks, trying to appear unamused.

You nod, still wiping away the tears of mirth from your eyes.

"So, w-what you're tr-trying to say is, you want me to go to B-Busan with you for a school r-r-reunion?"

He nods in embarrassment at the silly lie.

You laugh again, "Well, w-why didn't y-you just say that? I'd l-love to g-g-go with you!"

Well...that was easy.

Jungkook bites back a smile at the way you shake your head and giggle at him.

"W-When is it?"

"We'd have to leave tonight...like, you should pack now."

"Oh," You look at him in surprise, "Oh, um. O-Okay...how long w-will we be gone?"

The ridiculous contrast to what was happening a few minutes ago and now is going to give you whiplash. A moment ago you were yelling at him to stop hurting you and now you're agreeing to go to Busan with him...

What kind of a day was this?

"Uh, I'm not sure, I was hoping to just spend some time there and go sightseeing, maybe?" Jungkook answers your question awkwardly.

Your warm smile makes him swallow painfully, "I w-would love that. School d-doesn't start for an-another three weeks."

"Perfect," Jungkook nods, "Then it's settled, go pack."

You shriek in excitement and hurry to the back with a little skip to your step, "V-Vacation!"

Jungkook lets out a long breath, his heart skipping a beat at the happy humming floating from your room.

Thank goodness he was successful in that.

But what makes him feel even better, is the fact that your beautiful smile is back.

__________

"Sh-Should I tell Mina?"

Jungkook's grip tenses on the wheel at your words.

He isn't sure why, but he doesn't want Mina to know where the two of you are going.

"Nah, I already told her I was going to ask you to come with me. She knows," Jungkook prays that you'll fall for it, biting his lip harshly.

"Oh," You squeak from the passenger seat.

He swallows his heart that leapt to his throat at the adorable sound.

You look out the side window, watching as the sun starts to set, your head leaning against the glass.

"How l-long will it t-t-take us to get there?" You ask quietly, your eyes still glued to the beautiful colors running across the sky.

Jungkook glances at his phone where the directions are.

"Mm, since there's hardly any traffic, hopefully four hours?"

Your eyes widen a little and you make a small sound of acknowledgment.

"Hm, ok."

Jungkook drags his eyes back to the road, telling himself that he's not allowed to look at you the whole way lest he get distracted and crash the car like a fool.

Jungkook has some soft music playing in the background, making you smile softly to yourself. You didn't think him the type of person to listen to classical instrumental music, but it's nice and relaxing, especially for how tired you are.

An hour into the drive, you feel your eyes getting extremely heavy. You keep blinking them rapidly to keep yourself awake, but every time you blink it gets harder and harder to open them again.

Jungkook, as well as he had done the first hour, fails his own rule as he glances at you.

He had noticed the way you were shifting and jerking around for the past few minutes.

"Hey, you okay?" Jungkook asks gently before returning his gaze to the road.

You nod sleepily, a tiny yawn slipping out of you.

"J-Just a little s-sleepy is all."

A soft smile appears on Jungkook's face and you feel your chest warm at the sight. You can't stop staring at his side profile, the line of his jaw, and his adorably big nose, even his lashes are long and beautiful.

"You can take a nap you know-"

"Nooo, no no," You wave a hand in the air dismissively, "I'm n-not tired at all!"

Jungkook stifles a laugh at you contradicting yourself within thirty seconds.

He nods, "Okay, then you don't have to take a nap."

You smile drowsily, appearing almost drunk in a way.

Jungkook glances at you again.

Drunk from exhaustion, you most certainly are.

What a rollercoaster of a day.

He sighs, a gentle sound as he turns back to keep his eyes forward, "You look really sleepy."

"Y-You look really p-pretty..."

Jungkook, startled at your words, looks at you with wide eyes, "Huh?"

No one has ever called him pretty before...

You have an elbow against the console, your chin in your hand as you gaze up at him dreamily.

"I'm s-s-sorry I said all th-that mean st-stuff back at my apartment," You whisper, lips turning down into a pout.

Jungkook fidgets, "It's fine, ____. I deserved to get snapped at."

You shake your head, "Noooo," You say cutely, smacking your lips, "Nooo, you d-deserve th-the whooooooole world!" You gesture out, almost smacking him in the face.

Jungkook chuckles.

You're just tired yet you act like you've been drinking nonstop.

"You, J-Jungkook, you d-deserve to a...a? A h-hug."

He feels a pinching in his chest at your words.

"Thanks, ____."

You nod, your head lolling to the side as you start to drift off to sleep again, then you jerk suddenly as you remember something.

"M-My first love!"

Jungkook looks at you, bewildered.

"He-...b-brought it to me..."

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you, "Who brought what to you, ____?"

"An angel brought m-me food t-today!"

Jungkook nods along with your nonsensical rambling, "That's cool," He muses as he passes a car on the highway.

"Yeahh..."

After that, you fall silent.

He glances over at you after you haven't spoken for a few minutes, to see your head resting against the seat, your mouth open slightly as you sleep soundly.

He fights the smile that's creeping its way onto his face, trying as hard as he can to pay attention to the road.

Jungkook reaches up a hand and slaps it across his face, harder than he had meant to.

He winces in pain, but at least it got him to think straight.

Jungkook keeps his eyes on the road (mostly) the rest of the way.

It's kind of lonely with you sleeping beside him, but he doesn't really mind.

It's around one in the morning when Jungkook gently shakes your shoulder.

You stir, your eyes opening into little slits as you look around in confusion.

"W-Where am I?" You ask, mumbling almost incoherently.

"We're here, ____. We're in Busan," Jungkook says softly, his hand still on your shoulder.

Once you're able to open your eyes all the way, you see the inside of Jungkook's car, then you turn your head to the right to see him standing outside your door, holding it open as he smiles at you.

"Oh," You say in surprise, "I f-forgot we were on v-vacation."

Jungkook chuckles at that, "Come on, ____. Let's get you to bed."

He reaches around you to unbuckle your seat belt, then you watch quietly as he grabs your purse and slings it over his shoulder.

Next, he grabs your hand and helps you out of the car.

You take in the sight of a small motel, very simple, very dark, and very very cute.

Jungkook watches your eyes light up at the place you'll be staying tonight.

"It's s-so cute," You whisper sleepily.

Jungkook shrugs, "I've never considered a motel to be cute before, but it's decent."

You keep a hold of his hand as you climb out of the car, then you shyly let go and follow him to the trunk where he pulls out both of your suitcases.

"I can c-carry something," You offer as you see him start moving with both of the cases to the front of the motel.

Jungkook shakes his head, his floofy brown hair flopping about, "I'm all good."

You bite back a laugh at the sight of him wheeling two suitcases with a purse slung over his arm, then you hurry to catch up to him.

Inside, there's a very small old man at the front desk, reading a newspaper.

He looks up when you and Jungkook walk in.

A friendly smile graces his features as he sets the paper down, "Hello there, how can I help you?"

"Hi," Jungkook clears his throat, "I called about two rooms earlier today...well, I guess it was technically yesterday..."

The man nods and grabs this little notebook, "Perfect! Name?"

"Uhm...Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook,” He says lowly.

Ohhhh, Jeon?

Even his last name suits him.

You see him fidgeting a little as the older man flips through the notebook, "Ah yes! Right here."

Then he turns to grab a key out of a little cabinet, "Your rooms will be one twenty-three and one twenty-two-"

He pauses, his hand freezing over an empty cubby in the cabinet.

"Uhm...one moment."

He shuffles behind a little curtain leading to a different room.

Jungkook looks back at you with a puzzled expression and you shrug, you don't have any idea what's going on either.

A minute later the man comes out with a regretful look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Jeon. It would appear as though someone accidentally gave your rooms away without looking at the reservations," The man looks terribly guilty.

Jungkook bites his lip, "Uhm, alright, well can I get two other rooms then?"

The man nods quickly and ruffles through his notebook, then he looks at Jungkook again.

"We only have one room available. I sincerely apologize, this was my mistake-"

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook gives him a tight-lipped smile, "We'll take it. Thank you."

After getting your key, you and Jungkook walk out to find your room, not speaking until you get there.

Once Jungkook unlocks the door and opens it for you, he gives you an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, ____. I would take us somewhere else but it's late and-...I'll sleep on the floor."

You turn to him, "D-Don't be silly. We'll both sl-sleep on a bed."

He looks at you, bewildered, then his gaze follows your outstretched arm as you point at the bed.

Or...

The beds.

AH! A MIRACLE!

Jungkook sighs in relief, letting the door close behind him as he sets your suitcases to the side.

"Well this isn't so bad," He says as he looks around the room, taking in the twin beds with satisfaction.

Then he looks at you to see you gazing around in wonder, gently touching the bed and making your way over to the bathroom to peek your head inside.

When you turn back to him, your eyes are lit up like stars in the night sky.

"It's b-beautiful!"

Jungkook does one more look over.

There are twin beds with white covers and pillows, a nightstand between them and TV on a desk in front along with a coffee machine and glass mugs.

Meh, it's not a crappy place, he's been in far worse, but he's also been in far better.

Then something clicks and he looks at you again, "Wait, have you never been to a hotel- or- a motel before?"

You shake your head, your innocent eyes never leaving his.

Jungkook lets out a short laugh of disbelief, "Huh."

You walk over to your suitcase and grab it, pulling it with you to the bathroom, "I'm g-going to change."

"Uh-huh," Jungkook says, still trying to process the fact that you've never stayed in a place like this before.

When he hears the bathroom door close, he walks over to his suitcase and opens it up, grabbing out a t-shirt and some pajama shorts.

He makes quick work of changing, then he settles on the left bed, a groan leaving his lips as he lays back.

A moment later, the door to the bathroom opens and Jungkook sees you walk out shyly, a simple lilac nightgown draping around your frame.

He looks away quickly, fixing his gaze on the black screen of the television positioned in front of the twin beds.

You hurry over and climb into the bed on the right, slipping underneath the covers and sighing happily.

"Th-These beds are s-so comfy!"

Jungkook hums in response, his eyes still glued to the TV even though it's off.

You pull the covers up to your chin and close your eyes, letting out a tiny yawn.

At the sound, Jungkook's resolution crumbles and he glances over at you.

The way your eyelids flutter and your lips part slightly as you breathe makes his heart beat rapidly.

Suddenly, your eyes pop open and you're staring right back at him.

He was so startled when it happened that he didn't even look away, instead, his gaze stays locked on yours, eyes wide.

It feels like an eternity passes as the two of you just stare at each other, but it's really only a few seconds.

Long enough for Jungkook's heart to be in his throat and your tummy to start tickling.

Then you whisper, "I w-was just going to a-ask you to turn out the l-light."

A choked breath escapes Jungkook as he snaps his gaze away from yours.

"Oh, yeah sure."

Without looking at you, he reaches over to the table between your beds and flips the light off.

It's silent for a little bit, then Jungkook hears you whisper in the darkness, "I'm sorry a-about earlier."

"You already apologized, and I told you there was no need to."

You sigh and shift onto your back, "When is th-the school reunion?"

Jungkook internally groans, "It's in a few days."

"W-Why did we have t-to leave so quickly?"

Jungkook moves to his right side, so he's facing you in the darkness, but he can't make you out.

"I wanted to be sure we got a place to stay before it all filled up."

"Ah, okay."

Fuck, he hates lying to you so easily.

The fact that you have full trust in him is making him sick to his stomach.

But at least he got you here.

He's gotten you out of Seoul.

That buys him a bit more time to figure out who the hell placed the hit on you.

Then he'll take matters into his own hands.

After a few minutes, Jungkook is sure you've fallen asleep again, so it takes him by surprise when you speak up.

"What is y-your favorite flower?"

"Uhm, I'm not sure...I don't know that many flowers," Jungkook replies, his eyes still closed.

You giggle, "My f-favorite is the a-almond flower."

Jungkook nods thoughtfully, then he realizes that you can't see him so he clears his throat, "Ah, what does that one look like?"

"It's little and w-white with a h-hint of pink in the middle. V-Very cute."

Jungkook smiles, "Sounds very fitting for you."

Your cheeks heat up as you cuddle more into the covers, "Do y-you want to know th-the meaning of it?" You whisper.

He finally opens his eyes, but all he can see is darkness, "Sure."

He suddenly remembers your letter to him after you visited the field of dandelions.

What did you say the dandelion represented again? Oh yeah, hope and happiness...or something like that...

"It m-means h-hope and renewal."

Jungkook hears you shifting a little to get comfortable.

"That's nice," He says gently, "I guess the little simple ones tend to represent hope, huh?"

You positively beam, realizing that he must have remembered your letter to him about the dandelion.

"I g-guess so."

Jungkook turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

Before he can back out, he asks, "What does the lotus flower represent?"

"Is th-that your f-favorite?"

Jungkook blinks a few times before answering you, "It was my mother's."

You sit up and look over at him curiously, wondering if something had happened to her with the way his voice sounded and the fact that he used past tense.

"Oh...w-well I happen t-to know that one," You lay back down, "It m-means enlightenment and r-rebirth."

Huh.

How ironic.

"Ah," Is all he says.

You lay there in silence for a little bit, then you remember something that you had wanted to tell him.

"Oh y-yeah, I had the w-weirdest dream the other day."

"Mm? What was it?"

"I w-was laying in a f-field of flowers. Purple f-flowers-"

Jungkook's brain suddenly snaps to attention at your words, "What did they look like?" He asks abruptly, interrupting you.

"Uh, they w-were some of m-my favorite flowers, they're c-called Agapanthus."

"Agapi- what?" Jungkook asks, face scrunched in confusion.

You laugh and blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand.

Jungkook looks over to see a blue light illuminating your face as you look at your phone and his breath gets caught in his throat.

Fuck.

Don't be stupid, Jungkook.

He looks away quickly.

"H-Here," You stand up and waddle over to his bed, plopping yourself down on the side of it and jostling him a bit. Jungkook swallows thickly at the close proximity all of the sudden.

You hold your phone close to his face, watching as he squints at the picture of the flower you were talking about.

"A-Agapanthus," You state again, smiling.

But Jungkook barely hears you, he's frozen, staring at the picture in your hand.

That's the flower that was in his dream the other day.

The field was full of them.

"Anyw-way, I w-was lying there. It w-was so vivid. Th-Then I realized I was h-holding someone's hand-"

Jungkook can't tear his eyes away from your phone, his heartbeat increasing the more of your story you tell.

"I c-could tell it w-was a guy's hand, b-but I couldn't turn my head to see who it was."

His eyes finally drift from your phone up to your face where you're sporting a faint pout.

He doesn't know what possesses him to ask, all he registers are the shaky words suddenly coming from his mouth, "What's the meaning of this flower?"

Your gaze shifts to his and you smile softly, "L-Love."

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a/n: jk is a damned fool, who’s with me.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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Smile For Me, Sweetcheeks ~ Ghostface x Fem!Reader

I've thought of this for a while, and it's gonna be

F U N

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Y/N opened her eyes groggily, finding herself on the grassy ground - As she lifted her head to scan her surroundings, she realised she was in some strange, dark place that resembled some weird park with tall trees, yet had random small buildings here and there...It almost seemed like a place to play hide and seek, was her first thought.

Next to her, 3 other people were getting up, looking extremely frightened, as they bolted the hell out of that spot, going in different directions.

But Y/N didn't, and instead, she walked around aimlessly, until she spotted someone dressed in all black, with a weird ghost-like mask, peeking from behind an old car, almost timidly, only to see him wave at her.

Grinning at him, thinking she finally met someone friendly around this place, she extended her arm up in the sky, waving excitedly, which made the man make his way to her.

"Hi! I'm Y/N! It's great finally seeing someone nice around here. The 3 other guys just yelled in my face and ran away. How rude, right?!" she sighed, crossing her arms with a pout, before going back to her friendly smile, extending her hand to shake his. "Woaw, those guys are jerks. Call me Ghostface, darling." he said in an amused, yet somehow hoarse voice. "Uhhh, Ghostface, how cool! You must be a horror movie fan, then? So am I! ...Hmm...Actually, do you have any idea how we got here? I think I need some lecithin, my memory is failing me." she scratched the back of her head sheepishly, only for him to chuckle. "Welp, there's 4 survivors and a killer. All you gotta do is either repair 5 generators and find the exit...Or find the hatch and escape. Basically, don't die, I guess. Fun, huh?" the guy explained, putting his arm around her shoulder, guiding her to who knows where. "...What the hell is this, the Hunger Games?" she looked up at him with a weird look on her face. "Haha, that would be fun! Alas, nothing like that. Ah, look at this, a gen! Here I'll show you how to repair it. You have to tinker with these parts, and then merge these together...You get the cables in the respective coloured sockets...Et voila! Haha, look at it! Fireworks! What a reward!" Ghostface clapped and cheered at the fireworks the generator made, laughing at the startled look on the girl's face, as she clearly didn't expect something like that to happen. "Uh...Honestly, this is insane. Can't we just, like...Go home? I don't think I'm up for dying, even if someone paid me to go through with this silly game." she sighed, crouching down to the next generator, awkwardly trying to repair it, but she was much slower and clumsier compared to him, and it even exploded in her face, making her yelp and fall down. "Dude! Not cool! This gen is working against me!" "Shoulda seen the face you made, toots! Haha, so funny! You're very entertaining, girl. Here, lemme help ya out." he said as he got on the other side of the of the gen and helped repaired it. "You're a real pro at this, man. Have you been playing this for long? Did they at least give you a worthy amount of money for the trouble you're going through? I mean, I'm sure you won very often...Or maybe you're like...The tutorial teacher or something? Is that why you look eccentric compared to those lame-os?" she was asking so many question, but boy, was she so off that it amused the killer so much! He now perfectly understood the wolf who dressed as a sheep, it was too much fun! She was so blindingly trusting, he could mess with her, and more, with the survivors at his heart's content! "Yeah, I win quite often, but they don't pay me! The guy is kinda blackmailing us to play his game, but it's fun when you get used to it." he explained, only to have two other survivors go past them - Her and Ghostface waved at them merrily, but they just shrieked and ran the hell away from there. "...Do I look that scary?" she muttered, looking at the man next to her with a confused expression. "Nahhh, you're a cutiepie. Those guys are just jerks." he petted her hair, beginning to walk again, only to find some really nasty, rusty hooks. "U-Uhm...Gh-Ghostface...? What are these for...?" she stuttered, frowning as she clinged on his arm instinctively. "I think you already know, toots. Careful with those, killers LOVE to impale their victims on these things. It's like a sacrifice for the big guy who's keeping us here." he chuckled as he watched the girl tremble like a little lamb seeing the knife approaching her neck. "...Can we go away from here, please? M-Maybe we can look for the...Uhm...Hatch, you called it?" she muttered, pulling him away from there. "Yeah. It's like a trap in the ground that leads to safety. It only appears when there's only 2 gens left. Felt that shockwave? It meant that the Hatch just appeared. Ah, sorry baby-cakes, I gotta run, but I'll see you around before the match ends, okay?" he was grinning under his mask, knowing that he has to kill the other 3 to make sure the Entity doesn't punish

either of them for some annoying reason...And oh, the shock and horror on her face will be fun~. "N-No...! Please don't go! This place is huge and scary, I'll get lost without you! And who knows what would happen if the Killer finds me? I don't wanna end up...Th-There...!" awww, that cute, little, frightened pout on her face, how lovely~! If only she knew... "Don't worry, cutie, is'yo' first game, the Killer ain't gonna mess with ya, I promise. And if he does, Imma make sure he regrets it. I'm sort of a boss here, you see." he put cupped both his gloved hands on her face, pinching them a bit too hard, just to hear her yelp one more time - And clearly, she didn't disappoint, as her eyes even watered a tiny bit. What a cute little lamb... "...If you're sure, then...Okay. I trust you." she muttered, turning away as she started walking away, only for her to look back at him and yell "Make sure you stay safe too, okay?! We have to escape this place together!" He raised his arm and waved dismissively, barely able to keep himself from laughing, as he started running and stalking the annoying survivors who actually thought they'd have such an easy game!

No, no, clearly not with him!

First, he slashed one of the survivors and put him on a hook, then mori'ed another and took a really cool selfie with their bloody face, and the last one he just messed around with, before repeatedly stabbing his back and throwing him in a corner, just where the Hatch was.

Those idiots thought they could escape him.

Think again.

He wasn't that idiot 'Legion', or that lame ass Amanda. Four lame thugs who can't do a simple job properly, or Jigsaw's useless lackey. Keh.

And at least he was fun, unlike Boring Michael! I mean, look at this masterpiece he made, it's a perfect piece of art! He even wrote Y/N's name on the wall in front of the hatch, so she could see and appreciate his work!

A loud noise that resounded through the place made him realise that, as he was having his fun playing with the obsolete Survivors, his cute little Y/N had her fun repairing generators, meaning that the exits could be activated, if he wasn't careful.

He had to find her quick.

Not that it was difficult for the Master of Stalking, especially since she was so clueless that she didn't even crouch to hide, or at least try to hide in lockers.

There she was...! Look at her, watching everything like a frightened meerkat! Aww, how he wanted to boop that cute nose of hers~! Maybe he could even let some blood paint her nose, and make fun of her, calling her Rudolph!

Ahh, Ghostface, you're so funny!

Yeah, Ghostface, I KNOW, right?!

"Yo, Y/N, over here! I found the hatch! Come on!" he waved his arms up in the air, yelling for her, and the look of sparkling glee on her face as soon as she saw him...Wasn't she such an adorable dummy~? "Ghostface, you're okay! I got so worried when I didn't see you in so long! I heard screams, and I thought something happened to you! I got so scared that I ran away and tried to do the last generators...And then a loud noise almost deafened me, and I had no idea what to do." she gesticulated rapidly, making him chuckle in amusement. Of course, he was worried for nothing. She wouldn't realise what she'd have to do, even if it bit her leg. Hmm, actually...~ "Nahhhh, I'm cool, haven't see the killer. Here, take the key, it will unlock the hatch. Less'goooo~!" he put his arm around her shoulder, guiding her casually where the hatch was, making sure she didn't see his work of art yet. "Oh, so this is the Hatch, huh? It looks scary. Are you sure this isn't some ladder that leads straight to hell or something? It looks...Shady." she muttered, looking at the dark abyss down below. "Don't worry, chickadee, ain't that long of a ride down. It's like a bunker filled with survivors, you'll be okay. They'll tell you what to do from then on. If you're scared, take this flashlight. See? You can see the bottom of the ladder. You'll be okay." he chuckled, weaving the flashlight around. "Wait...You're not coming down with me?" she gasped, her eyes carefully searching for the truth in his...Covered face. "I'd go down on you any day, sugar, but maybe next time we get to play around." he laughed crudely watching her frowning, flustering face. "H-Hey, don't be a jerk! I'm just worried about you!" she muttered, looking away, hoping her hair would cover her blushing face. "Hahaha, you're so fun to tease, Y/N. Only one person can go through the hatch. But s'all cool, I just gotta open up the door, since you did a great job with the gens. We'll see each other later, I can promise you that. Can't get rid of me that easily." he sniggered under his mask, waiting in anticipation until the girl realises his true nature. "Mhh...Alright...If you're so sure..." she muttered, shakily stepping down a few steps, only to be stopped by the man who took out a camera. "Wanna take a selfie before we finish this? Y'know, your first game, and a victory nonetheless...Come on, Smile for me, Sweetcheeks~!" he got on his knees, raising his mask a bit, before gluing himself to her body, one of his arms extending with the camera, while with the other he grabbed her face, kissing her cheek, making sure he guides her eyesight to his masterpiece, and as soon as he heard her gasp, he took the photo.

It was worth more than all the money in the world.

"Y-You...? You were the killer...?!" awww, look at her tremble! Her eyes were glistering with tears, and her plump, rosy bottom lip was quivering in betrayal. "You're too cute for this world, Y/N." he harshly put his mask down, before showing the girl the selfie he took as he mori'ed one of the survivors, and waved her goodbye with his knife, as she quickly descended down the ladder, soft whimpers echoing through the place.

"Till we see each other again, sweet cheeks~." the Killer rose to his feet, slamming down the hatch with his boot and wiping the blood from his knife with his latex glove, before laughing loudly at the endearing experience he just had.

If THAT was the reaction she had when seeing his little gift for her, imagine her cute faces when he'd actually go down on her, as he promised~.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine #ghostface dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd ghostface x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson imagine #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen imagine

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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May I request a little something? Reader is an employee at the compound and is super shy.. and gets teased by some of the other agents relentlessly. One of the male agents gets kind of aggressive to her because she’s walking through the training area and he starts shoving her saying how she doesn’t belong. But not realizing why she’s there; she’s meeting Loki for a lunch date and he sees someone unworthy treating his lover like trash. If you don’t mind 🥺

A/N: Omg, totally, I had so much trouble figuring out which Avenger would be this mean, but also I feel like Steve would go to the gym to let off some angry steam so I went with him. Two things: The beginning is slow so I apologize and second, I did change lunch date to dinner for continuity. <3 It might seem a bit chunky because I did write some of this last night while I was tired, so I'm sorry if the quality isn’t the greatest.

Also, you're my first request, this notification made me very happy. Request as much as you want :)

You Belong

Loki x reader

Word count: 2201

Warnings: small mention of violence, mean!Steve, Loki fluff

Y/D/N - your dog’s name

It’s not like you hate working at the tower. In fact, it’s the best job you’ve gotten in a year considering you’ve been doing retail work for six years, but as soon as you heard about an opening at the Stark Tower, you resigned and applied.

Simple enough, your job includes watching security cameras and sitting at a desk. Sure, you’re a receptionist, but not much happens so you usually go on your phone and smile at the Avengers as they enter the building. You’re not complaining since you’re not the most outgoing person and the gods know what would happen if you were to have to interact with any of the Avengers (probably you spilling coffee on them or stumbling over your words). Most people don’t believe you when you tell them your job, but after a couple of your friends brought you lunch and crossed paths with the heroes, they stopped teasing you.

You’ve always admired the heroes. Steve, Captain America. You were told stories about him when growing up so when news broke out that he was alive, you became a fanatic. Then came along Tony Stark who famously announced his status as Iron Man and then the presence of an actual god, aka Thor.

They’ve been okay with you in the past. You thought that because they were Earth’s Mightiest heroes that they’d be nice to you, but they often shit all over you. You’ve attempted to say hi to them before, but you get mixed reactions every time.

“Good morning Clint.” … .“Even my deafness can’t drown out your annoying voice.”

“Good afternoon Thor.” …. “Earthling.”

“Mr. Rogers, there’s a package for-” … . “just send it to the floor. No need for conversation.”

Bucky, who is known to most of the world as the quiet boy, will wave and say hi every so often. You think he only likes you only because of your quiet nature, not freaking out over them or treating them like gods. The other Avengers ignore your gestures. Most of the people in the building will get ignored if they attempt to talk to any of them, or if they make the mistake and attempt to approach Tony Stark who will insult them then demand them to pick up his dry cleaning. You’ve been on the wrong end of his antics before, but it’s amusing to watch him mess with people who don’t know not to talk to him.

The attack on New York was the most memorable day, not because of the debut of the Avengers, but because of the introduction of Loki. Everyone was scared, not knowing what his intentions were until the creatures came. You remember working that day at the Tower when they came flooding down. Windows broke and people were going crazy.

Like the idiot you are, you just hid under the desk and hoped for the best. You could hear the screams and echoes of crying around you. It felt like hours before they were gone. Finally gaining the strength to come out of hiding, you found the US army in the building with Loki in handcuffs. You got a good look at the god before he made eye contact with you.

Ten seconds felt like ten minutes as the two of you stared at each other. You couldn’t tell his facial expression due to the muzzle like thing over his face, but the way he looked at you made butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t decide if he scared you or intrigued you. He sized you up, either in case he needed to fight you or he was checking you out. Then came more action.

There were double agents then Loki was gone. You weren’t even sure what to make of it. Months went by without the sight or even talk of Loki. Life went by like normal with the Avengers coming and going and your coworkers bitching about something that you didn’t concern yourself with.

Loki showed up one day out of the blue. Most people got nervous, but you felt the same feeling as the first time you saw him. You couldn’t even give him the same smile or wave as the others for a day or two, not wanting to look stupid in front of the powerful god. Picking up bits and pieces from eavesdropping on Mr. Stark, you found out Loki was staying with the avengers for a while as punishment for New York.

The thought of having to see the black haired god every day made you excited. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Maybe it was his power, or confidence, or even the way that he dressed. After a while, you mustered up the strength to wave to him as he entered the building, which shocked him the first time. He politely waved back, but then it became a habit. Then him buying you a coffee became a habit.

The first time you saw him drop coffee off by you was thrilling. You two became more than what you had with the other Avengers, every so often he’d even stop and talk to you for a moment. He learned your name, dog’s name, even your grandmothers. Your coworkers were stunned by the interactions, given the fact that you’ve never talked to any of them.

“Y/N.”

You look up to see the god saunter over you with a coffee in hand, Thor following close behind.

“I was wondering something.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you have a boyfriend, by any chance?”

“Of course she doesn’t. Have you seen… her?” Thor teases

“Go away, you lug.”

Thor rolls his eyes at Loki as he walks away, watching you two with a suspicious eye.

“I’m sorry for my oaf brother.”

“You don’t have to apologize. The Avengers see me as a burden.”

“That’s not right. You’ve been nothing but helpful, at least sine we’ve known each other.”

“I’m glad someone feels that way.”

“Anyways, you didn’t answer my question. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You felt the heat in your cheeks as he asked the question and hoped Loki doesn’t see your embarrassed rosy tint. Although you try to not let the heroes get to you, Thor is right. You have no chance of getting a boyfriend.

“I’m not… I uh.. No, I guess. No, I don’t.”

“Wonderful, so I take it you have no plans tonight?”

“Uh, no, I don’t.”

“Perfect. Meet me in the Avenger’s living quarters at seven. Wear something nice.”

Loki’s words linger in your head all day until you’re in your bedroom picking out something to wear. You know Loki, he’s flashy, bold. Nothing you own is flashy or bold enough to match him, but he also said something nice so is flashy and bold the way to go? You let out a frustrated sigh when your dog comes to the sound. He starts licking your face, sending you into a laughing frenzy.

“I know, Y/D/N, you make things better sometimes.”

You pet him for another moment before returning to the current dilemma. Searching through your closet, you pick out a simple black truffle dress knowing black will work for any occasion. You settle on some gold earrings and red lipstick. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you pray to whatever god that you’re not overdoing or overthinking the situation.

The night floods over New York as you drive to the Avengers tower. Every possible circumstance flows through your head. Good ones like Loki being into you, the date going well, possibly marrying him one day. Then the bad ones like this are set up, he’s going to be rude, he’s going to be demanding and pushy. As you pull up to a red light, you slam your forehead on the steering wheel. What are you doing to yourself? This is the god of lies, mischief, after all. There’s no way this will be some normal date he asked you on.

Oh my god, he asked you on a date. You’re going on an actual date with an actual god.

You pull up to the tower and park. Bringing yourself up the courage, you get out and make your way inside. Most of the workers are gone besides the security and one receptionist, Katie, who is by far your least favorite coworker. She stares at you in shock at your appearance.

“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that, missy?”

You get all flushed by her teasing, heading straight towards the elevator with hopes of no more interruptions. The attention you got from her was already too much. What if Loki makes a big deal? What if he goes on for what feels like hours about how you look? What if he doesn’t say anything? What if you’re not what he expected?

Trying to shake away the negative thoughts impaling your brain, you walk off the elevator as the doors open. Looking around, you realize you don’t really know where the living quarters are. You’ve never been on their floors before. Most of the time, the elevator won’t take anyone but the Avengers up there due to Tony Stark's well made A.I that practically runs the tower.

You wander the floor slowly, taking in every sight as you walk. You silently thank yourself for wearing small heels since you could hear a pin drop. The large windows display the night sky so well, showing every inch of New York below you. The light from the moon shines in the hallway as you make your way down.

A large thumping sound comes from the end of the hallway, drawing your attention to it and away from the scenery. Slowly, you make your way over to the sound, hoping it’s an indication of where you need to go, but it’s not like you know any better. The sound staggers, going off every so often but not consistently. You wander your way to a room with the door wide open, the sound emanating from it.

You peek in to see Captain America going at it on the punching bag. He’s shirtless so the lights reflect right off the sweat dripping down his body. You’ve always known the serum made him this buff super soldier, but the way his body is completely… perfect… is beyond you. Steve stops for a moment and turns around.

“What are you doing here?”

“I-”

“You shouldn’t be here. This floor is for Avengers only.”

“I was just meeting-”

“What with Tony? Are you just another one of his booty calls? I know you don’t speak much, since you’re all ‘shy’ and that,” Steve says, putting a sarcastic emphasis on ‘shy’, “but sorry to burst your bubble. Stark doesn’t date his receptionists.”

You are stunned into silence. In all of the teasing you’ve received from the Avengers, you’ve never had any of them treat you like this. You freeze up, not knowing what to say or even do besides fiddle with your fingers.

“Nat was right. You’re just some dumb secratary.”

That was the final blow. You back up quite quickly and go back down the hallway. You try to not mess up your makeup as you cry the whole way there. Steve’s scoffing is still able to be heard down the hallways until he comes up to you. He pushes you over, stumbling over your heels, as he walks away, muttering about you not belonging there.

As Loki exits his room, he hears a muffled cry from somewhere off in the distance. He wanders the halls to see you walking slowly towards him, trying to contain your tears. Anger eters his body as he storms towards you, raging at whoever or whatever made you cry. Then he sees Steve push past you in a hurried manner, muttering something to himself. Loki grabs his arm right before he can manage to pass by.

“What did you say to her?” he shouts.

“I told her she doesn’t belong up here. She’s a receptionist for goodness sake, not a very important one, but one that isn't allowed up here.”

“Did it ever come across to your small mind that maybe she does belong here?”

“How would she be?”

“Maybe because I asked her out on a date and told her to meet me here, but let me guess, you’re too shoved up your honorable and glorious ass to hear her speak?”

“Not like she speaks much.”

“And when did that ever stop you with the Winter Soldier?”

Steve stares daggers at Loki until he realizes the god may be right. Not wanting to admit his own fault, he scoffs and yanks his arm out of Loki’s grip, walking away to the showers. Loki looks back to see you staring at him.

“I’m so sorry, love. He’s not as great as he seems.”

“No, he’s right. I don’t belong-”

“Don’t you dare say that. You do belong here, as much as I do, especially when you’re with me.”

You smile as his kind words, feeling the desperate sadness fading away from your mind. Loki reaches out for your hand with a gentle smile.

“Now, I believe we have dinner waiting.”

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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From a past life [Yandere vampire! Romania x reader]

Synopsis: For centuries, he waited for your return--your rebirth. So when he finally learns of your whereabouts just outside of Wallachia, he rushes to meet you in hopes of becoming what you both used to be. But he runs into a predicament when he learns you're in a relationship with a man, a pesky human mortal by the name of Daniel. He'll do anything to get rid of him, even if he has to play dirty. He made a promise to you that he would find you for the rest of your lifetimes, so God forbid that he breaks it. Wordcount: 3, 813 The reader is referred to as she/her.

A trip to Romania had always been on your bucket list. Your boyfriend was just as excited to go, but he wouldn’t have been if it turned out to be the last trip you'd ever go on with him.

Today was when you would visit the highlight of your itinerary. On the Transylvania side of the border with Wallachia, and nestled in miles of rolling hills, was Bran castle. The awe-inspiring fortress told one of the most famous tales of old as Count Dracula's abode. Or at least, it was rumored to be as it fit the description of it.

Needless to say, you were dragging him around the estate to admire anything and everything that piqued your interest or served as a potential photo spot. “Oh, hurry up, Daniel! This is where he slept!” Scrambling closer to the grand bed, which was certainly framed with more wood than needed, you leaned in behind the red rope that fenced off the artifact. Then, you flashed him a wide grin.

He returned the gesture with a tender smile of his own. “I'm as old as this castle, kicsim. Let me take things in slowly.”

“You're only three years older than me. I don't think you have the right to call me little or yourself old.” Flattening your lips at that, your frown melted away as quickly as it appeared.

“But look! Dracula's sheets and mattress. Though it would make more sense to say it was Vlad's... The guy he was based on. Hmm, but that wouldn't make sense either.”

The man rubbed the nape of his neck with a soft laugh. It was no doubt he shared your enthusiasm, but your unapologetic passion always made him fall harder than he already had. “Yep. I believe he was imprisoned here. I don't think he'd be getting the master bedroom.” He appeared from behind and rested himself on your head as you placed a pistol grip on your chin.

“Even then, I can't imagine him sleeping so soundly after sticking so many sticks up people's--” Two strong arms squeezed around your waist to make you gasp.

“Ah-!”

“Okay! What do you say we go down to the gardens for a walk, hm?”

And that was exactly what the two of you did. Skipping out in front of him, you held onto his hands and swung his arms. “I'm gonna go down to the pond, okay? You can enjoy this place nice and slowly like the old person you are.”

This was the greenest garden you ever had the pleasure to stroll through, even the tea house blended in with its moss-covered roof. It only emphasized how ancient this castle really was, and something about it delighted you in ways you couldn't articulate.

“Alright, kicsim. I'll see what nice flowers I'll add to my hair.” Daniel scooped the pink blossom from his hazel brown bangs and placed it behind your ear. “When I do, I'll come get you. Don't let any vampires find you before I do.” Shooting you a wink at that, you pecked him on the nose before running off.

Who would have thought those words would ring truer than he intended? Several miles away, slept a man who was as old as Bran castle. His name too was Vlad, though he never earned such a fearsome reputation by impaling his enemies. Instead, he kept a low profile and dedicated his long, neverending life to finding someone.

Every restless night, she was what he dreamed of since her passing.

When I go, promise me you'll find me again.

Promise me.

Fluttering his eyes awake, they glowed a blood-red in the darkness of his bedroom. They drooped with a tiredness that never seemed to go away no matter how much he rested.

Sliding off the mattress, he folded the flaps of his robes tightly around his body before making his way into the halls. Every corner of this humble countryside cottage he called his home was enshrouded with shadows, and not to mention the thick coating of dust caking the top of every shelf, couch, and tabletop.

He hadn't cleaned this house for centuries. His will to try withered away through the years in his lonesome, but he was patient. Peeking through the gap between the curtains of his overgrown hair, his irises shrunk as the blinding daylight poured into them through the drapes of his living room window. He could feel it in his dead still heart.

Something had changed.

Out there in the world scorched by the sun, was something even warmer. And it was so familiar, so tender, he could not mistake it for anything else, or anybody else for that matter.

She was nearby, and the thought filled him to the brim with a joy so potent, tears of relief welled in his wide eyes. He had waited hundreds of years for this moment. For her return. Her rebirth that would usher in his own.

The prospect was so invigorating, he felt as if his heart began to beat again. He never felt so alive. Scurrying back to his bedroom, he sat in front of his vanity to access his appearance. He had to look presentable before meeting her, hadn't he? A bedhead like this and nightwear would simply not do.

Especially when he hadn't cut his hair for at least twenty years.

Giving his long locks of strawberry-blonde a thorough comb, he let it fall straight down to his lower back. With a few quick snips, he shortened his bangs by a few inches to give the impression he had some sort of control over an otherwise uncontrollable mane of hair.

As he shed himself of his robes in exchange for day clothes, a white dress shirt paired with dark plaid pants, one singular thought repeated in his head like a broken record. As morbid as it sounded, it was more of a Godsend than anything.

Death was never the end. Not for her, and not for him. Or rather, a new beginning.

But it didn't start the way he imagined. Following her sweet scent to the gardens of the famed Bran castle, he found the smell growing more and more pungent, albeit confused. It was mixed with another's, tainted by the stench of a human male. His irises thinned to slits, and he tensed up all over. How could this be?

Hiding behind a tree, he peered over the side to confirm his suspicion.

There she was, her beauty as pristine and untouched as the last time he loved her. For just one second, he was over the moon. But his euphoria was short-lived when he saw that she was with a man. Kissing him, even. Even though it was just on the nose, any further down her face would have caused him to start an apocalypse.

That insignificant, trifling, and scheming little creature. He was about to reap what he sowed. How dare he take his place? It was him she was meant to with, not that pesky mortal!

Whipping his head to the front, his eyes went round with disbelief and his breathing grew ragged. An unfathomable ache spread in his chest as he dug his nails into the bark. How could he have let this happen? It took every shred of his willpower to keep the waterworks at bay.

His throbbing heart was also weighed down with a pang of heavy guilt. To allow another soul to be this close to her was a grave disservice to the promise he made. But that didn't mean he couldn't undo this.

In just a few seconds, he formulated an intricate plan to carry out well-deserved revenge. To have her in his arms again, and him, out of the picture where he belonged. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. When he spun around, he grabbed him by the neck and caught him in a trance with his hypnotizing, inhuman gaze.

“You will give these flowers to the nearest young woman you see. Put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” Opening his own palm, he materialized three peonies before placing them in the other's.

Unable to escape the powerful snare cast by a vampire such as himself, Daniel did so as told. “I will give these flowers to the nearest young woman I see. I will put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” He reiterated monotonously with his eyes glazed over.

Watching the helpless man saunter off, he smirked devilishly as he exchanged glances with his long-lost lover. This would hurt her a great deal, but she would only be devastated if he never did it.

You had been watching the pond, completely ignorant to the scene that was about to unfold. Little did you know, it was purposely orchestrated. Using a stick to prod at your reflection, you lingered on the ripples distorting it before glancing up. In the distance was none other than your boyfriend, and judging from the pink in his hands, he found his flowers.

So you stood up. You would have snuck up on him as a surprise, but your feet remained firmly planted on the ground when you witnessed him give it away, then flirt with another woman. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else. He was kissing her!

Frankly, you couldn't believe it. One year was all it took for him to lose interest? Blood flushed your face as bile rose in your throat. How could he? And during a vacation at that, too! Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, but you blinked them away when you heard the light treading of feet nearby.

This had to be a misunderstanding. Right?

Spinning to the source, you found yourself staring at the most peculiar man you had ever seen. He carried a delicate parasol to shade him from the sunlight. Combined with his pasty white skin, it was almost as if he was one of the very mythological creatures the country was renowned for.

He smiled gently, almost understandingly.

“Are you alright, domnișoară? I have a spare handkerchief if you'd like.” His alluring voice was as bewitching as a siren, but his mere presence brought you unspeakable comfort. And yet, he was nothing but a stranger, an odd one at that, so you were at a loss to realize that all it took for you to gravitate towards him was for your eyes to meet.

“I'm okay, thank you. But I couldn't possibly accept something like that. I mean, I don't know you...” Waving your hands at the man apologetically, you took the opportunity to scan him up and down.

As if he walked right out of a fairytale, he oozed prince-like charm. His clothes were traditional and refined, but that long, silky hair of his was certainly a rare sight--rare but breathtakingly beautiful. It gave his character untold notions of grandeur, mystery, and an inexplicable impression he was ancient.

But that couldn't be, not when he didn't look a day over twenty.

“What do you mean, you won't take it? It's yours.” He pulled out a small piece of fabric from his sleeve. Placing the finely embroidered cloth into your palm, he never gave you the chance to object. “It would be rude to regift something, so you'll have to keep it forever.” Mischief curled at his lips, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

“Alright, alright, you got me there.”

You dabbed away the moisture before breathing out a sigh.

“I'm sure you're a very nice person, but I can't bother you more than I already have. Thank you, again, Mr. Vampire.” If it weren't for how heartbroken you were, you would have been mortified. Being pitied by a Romanian local was never part of your plan.

Just when you were betrayed by Daniel, he appeared like a knight in shining armor. If only you could forget what happened between you and your boyfriend. Otherwise, you would be bragging about meeting a vampire in Romania for as long as you could talk.

“Mr. Vampire?” He lifted his head before revealing a pair of sharp fangs in a grin. Now that caught you off guard. “You don't see me calling you miss human--and I have a name, thank you very much.” As he placed his gloved hand on his chest to playfully feign offense, he bit back another smile at the sound of your amused giggling.

Despite what happened a few minutes ago, talking to this actor was making you feel better already.

“And let me guess, is it Alucard?” You shook your head. “Or is it Vlad? You can't possibly call yourself Dracula looking like that.”

He blinked incredulously, then curved an arm over his face as if to cover himself with his non-existent cloak. “How did you know?”

“That your name is Alucard?”

“No, Vlad.”

“Okay, close enough. It was nice meeting you, Vlad, but I have a stupid boyfriend to scream at.” At the mention of that, you looked like you were on the verge of tears again. “All I'm hoping is that he's still my boyfriend after this. If only he were as much of a gentleman as you.”

He reflected your distress in a frown, and you would have been surprised by how much this apparently bothered him. But you already walked off. So he offered one last niceity before you strayed too far. “Good luck with your boyfriend.”

“No promises.”

He let those two words affect him more than he intended. Needless to say, he moved on quickly to watch you run to the unsuspecting brunette. Soon, his anguish was staved off by the sight of you shoving him back a few steps.

What looked like a one-sided argument broke out, and all the poor, confused man could do was just that--be confused. Shortly after, you stormed off, and he jogged behind, desperately calling your name.

A sinister smile cracked at Vlad's lips, and his irises glowed red. That little thing had no idea what was yet to happen to him.

That night, Daniel took you to the Brașov city hall for dinner. The beautiful buildings surrounding a fountain were as traditional as they were clean. Too bad your zeal was burned away by your anger. In the few hours in the hotel before, he barely managed to soothe it by explaining himself. A given, considering his explanation made no sense whatsoever.

He couldn't remember flirting with a woman.

“I think we could share a pizza. Are you okay with that?” Lifting his gaze to meet yours, you only turned away to stare out the window into the endless night. Your spaciness was deserved on his part, but little did he know, it only had so much to do with his wrongdoings.

The eccentric local never left your mind. After all, he gave you something to smile about with his whimsical kindness.

Vlad must have been an entertainer, a virtuoso at that, but his actions never came off as ingenuine. To be frank, you were drawn to his sincerity, and even looking for him subconsciously, wishing that he could magically appear because you willed it.

If only Daniel could be just as sincere.

“I must be okay with a lot of things.” His face fell. The same sorrow from when he was at the hotel room returned, but you couldn't care to give it any attention. “Like you pretending you didn't kiss someone right in front of me because you don't remember. I'm not stupid. Who else would have long hair tied back and flowers in their fringe?”

Daniel knitted his brows so tightly together, creases formed between them. “... I know it sounds like I'm lying, but I swear to you I didn't do it. You know me, (F/N).” At this point, he hadn't the foggiest what to say to appease you because he simply didn't do it. “I promise. All I'm asking is for you to trust me.”

“You promise?” You fumed.

There was only one thing you hated more than a liar.

“I trusted you, Daniel, I really did. But how could you ask me to trust you after I talked to that girl? She remembered it, so why can't you? Did you think I was that crazily into you I could let anything slide?” The biting truth silenced him, but it was the sound of you choking back tears that broke his heart.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom to think this over.”

He had no way to argue with you, let alone the heart to when it was just broken and crushed to a thin slab of flesh. What if he really did kiss someone, and miraculously forgot?

“When I come back, I better not see you kissing anybody again.”

Standing up at that, he watched you leave with a defeated expression. Then, he folded his arms across the table and buried his face into it. There was no way he could fail that, could he?

What were the odds of kissing someone again when he had absolutely no intention to? The chances were dwindling at zero as he kept his head down. Unless supernatural forces were at work, nothing could get him to budge from sitting at this table.

But even he couldn't count on the world of the mundane to save him.

Sitting a few tables away was the exact opposite of mundane. When the front door slammed shut, he stood up and walked to the customer with their head down. While all the men in the establishment wore their hair short, his was long and flowing like time itself. There was something other-worldly about him. Something ghostly in the way he walked.

With every step he took, his feet never seemed to touch the ground as if he was floating. And his pale complexion was just as macabre as how he carried himself.

Not a minute passed, and Daniel found himself standing outside by the fountain. With absolutely no recollection, he somehow left the restaurant and wound up here in the festive courtyard. As shock paralyzed him from head to toe, the only thought that occurred to him was this. What in the hell was going on?

Rather than sitting head down in the warm restaurant, he was out here, chilled by the biting European cold. Couldn't he have at least remembered the transition?

In front of him was the same woman he supposedly flirted with in the gardens. And judging from the blush on her cheeks, he just threw away all his chances at making up with you.

“Listen, I... I don't know you. Forget me. Forget this ever happened.” Daniel trembled, feeling a chill run down his spine as he staggered back a few steps. It was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. There was just no sound explanation for this when this situation wasn't sound at all. Whatever it was, this was clearly a case of sabotage.

And like hell he was giving in to whoever that masterminded it.

He ran back inside with a fearful kind of urgency. Rushing back to the table he unwillingly abandoned, he froze when he saw you marching towards him down the aisle with murder on your mind. But death was too lenient a punishment. It would grant him a clean slate, a new beginning from a past life of unfaithfulness.

So he was splashed with a glass of red wine instead.

As the crimson liquid soaked his hair, it spread over his shirt like blood. After you saw what he did, the last shred of hope you didn't know you had died, squelched out there on his clothes for the world to see. A chorus of gasps was heard from every corner of the restaurant. Unbeknownst to the patrons who murmured amongst themselves, it wasn't just any lover's quarrel they were watching.

Daniel's breath hitched as he struggled to process his mortification. Behind you stood the very gentleman that tapped him awake, but he never made the connection between him and his misfortunes.

And perhaps, it was better that way.

After leaving your boyfriend for good, Vlad offered to walk with you around the city. Once again, he had swooped in to save you, only this time around, he was staying.

“So... What are you gonna do now?” He asked, casting a tender gaze your way. Before you could wrap your arms around yourself, he beat you to it and flung his cloak around your body. When you gawked at him, he only grinned toothily with his fangs.

Your cheeks reddened and you turned away. Why he was still in his vampire getup was beyond you. But seeing his enthusiasm only reminded you that you lost yours. “... Book another hotel room. Spend the rest of this holiday crying. Maybe never think of this country ever again.”

“And I'm not letting you do any of those things.” He hummed, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Why do you think I'm walking with you right now, hm? I'm gonna take you around to the best spots in Transylvania. The most haunted ones, I mean. So you can forget about going back to the hotel.”

You sighed but managed a small smile. “That's great and all, but I'm not made of money. And my stuff is all there.”

He squinted. “... Oh yeah. But after we get your stuff, we can go elsewhere, can't we?”

A few laughs fell from your lips. His generosity really knew no bounds. “Your house, then? You do realize I only met you today, right?”

Vlad closed his eyes. He could beg to differ.

“But you're still walking with me alone. In the dark.”

“Only because you saw me cry twice today. I wouldn't be mad if you killed me so I don't have to be so embarrassed.” He frowned at the sound of that, so you added this. “I was just kidding. Something about you just makes me feel... Strangely comfortable. Like I've met you before. Isn't that weird?”

“... Not really.” Reaching the top of a hill, he stared at an old castle in the distance, sitting high up in the mountains. “There's a legend about this city. Hundreds of years ago, a vampire and a human woman fell in love. She died, of course. But people say he's still around, waiting for her to reincarnate so they can be together again.”

The way he spoke was so sad, it was almost as if he was that very vampire himself. But what did that have to do with you?

“... Okay. Then do you think he'll ever find her?”

Vlad turned to you with an unreadable expression, but there was an untold fondness in how he looked at you.

“He already has.”

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sapiowoman28 · 3 years

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Whipped Part 2: Summoned by the queen

Pairing: Jeno and May

Genre: friends to lovers au, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: mentions of agressive/abusive guys, mentions of kinks, also, smut with oral (female receiving) and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

"We have a problem." Renjun said as he looked up from his breakfast of buttered toast.

"I know," Jeno sighed. "Jaemin and Y/N."

It wasn't them per se that was the problem. it was the fact that they had to get it on "every single fucking night" as Renjun put it, disturbing the peace and quiet in the house at a time when everyone was trying to sleep.

Ok, almost everyone.

"What problem?" Haechan asked, completely oblivious because he was always gaming with his noise cancelling headphones on.

"The noise problem." Jeno said. Haechan looked at him, forming an O with his mouth.

"We now know all of Jaemin's kinks," Renjun made a face. "One day he's in control, another day she's in control. And that daddy kink..."

"Stop!" Jeno covered his mouth. "I don't need to be reminded."

An evil grin appeared on Haechan's face.

"What about May?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Jeno. "What kinks does she have?"

"None of your business," Jeno frowned.

"I heard she likes blowjobs." Renjun added, as Y/N came into the kitchen/dining area.

"Is she a spitter or a swallower? she asked.

"Can you guys just stop?" Jeno growled. "Stop talking about May that way.

The gang let out a series of "ooohs" but went silent as Jeno glared. He had enough of them, and grabbed his car keys, leaving the house.

His phone beeped as he got into his car. He unlocked it. It was May. They had been texting to and fro non stop for a few days now, and it was always light and flirty these days. He had to admit she was charming. And funny. And cute. With a nice ass. (He was an ass man) He could see why the losers behaved like idiots around her.

"What you up to?" she asked.

"Trying to escape my irritating housemates." he replied.

"Come over. My parents just left for a trip this morning and my housekeeper is off." she replied. "You still owe me that lickjob."

He grinned. He liked how direct she was. No games to be played.

The queen had summoned, and he was eager to make his way there.

She was wearing a pink robe when she greeted him at the door.

"My lady," he said, planting a kiss on her lips. She giggled.

"You may enter." she said, putting on a fake British accent.

He stepped in, but she was impatient, pulling him by the hand to her bedroom.

The room was fairly big, natural light let in by big windows that lined three sides of the room. It wasn't his first time there - he had been there with various friends before.

It was nicely furnished, and the walls were in earthy colours. There was a big bed in the center with lots of pillows on it and a large fluffy looking blanket.

On one side of the room was her computer where she played her games and did her assignments and on the other, her dressing table which she hardly used because of her distaste for too much make up. Next to it was a door that led to her walk in closet.

"Strip," she ordered. He complied, doing a little strip tease, his eyes never once leaving hers. She had a smirk on her face, clearly appreciating his muscular body.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"Yes. Very much." she smiled, untying her robe, letting it slip to the floor. "What about you?"

Jeno pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her, eyes dark and breathe heavy.

"What do you think?" he asked, before cupping her face in his hands and kissing her passionately, . Her lips were soft and smelled of cherry chapstick. Their tongues engaged in combat, pushing and flicking against each other.

She responded with a contented sigh.

"You're a good kisser, Jeno." she said coyly when their lips finally seperated.

"So are you." he said, voice now low and husky. Slowly, he left a trail of kisses down her neck, to her chest. He felt her squirm beneath him.

"Hush," he said, touching his finger to her lips. "Let me do the work. I want you to just lie back and enjoy this."

She nodded, smiling. He resumed his kisses, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while playing with the other. He heard her gasp. Smiling to himself, he gave her nipple a little nibble and she let out a moan.

"Don't stop, Jeno." she begged.

He continued teasing her nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other. Her moans were making him hard. There was nothing more he wanted now than to fuck her. But he wanted her to have as much pleasure as possible too.

Slowly he left kisses on her stomach, and then her thighs. He could smell her arousal, and saw that her core was glistening.

"You're wet." he chuckled.

"Stop teasing and do your work." she said.

He wasted no time, flicking his tongue over her clit. She squealed. Spreading her open, he spent time exploring her folds with his mouth, slowly but meticulously, until she was thrashing against him. He pushed two fingers into her, thrusting it in and out, quickening his tongue.

From her cries he was sure she was close. He pushed a third finger in. And that was it. She came, grabbing his head against her core, and he lapped up as much as he could.

He slowly made his way up as she came down from her high, and he took her in his arms.

"Thanks," she said, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He stroked her back.

Silence.

Then she felt her hand reach for his cock.

Slowly, she stroked it. It was already hard and ready and oozing precum, but with her expert hands, he felt like he could come any moment.

She made her way down.

"Stop," he said, gabbing her by the shoulders. She looked at him questioningly.

"Forget the blowjob. I want you to ride me," he begged. She giggled, climbing on top of him, impaling herself on his large member.

He was shocked. She was tight. And very warm.

"Oh my goodness." he said as she started to move.

"What?" she asked.

"You feel so good." he grabbed her face and kissed her again.

She moved her hips and he felt like he could come any moment. But he wanted to last for her. Holding onto her waist, he supported her, making her ride less tiring, and played with her nipples as her breasts bounced.

The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the air, as both Jeno and May moaned and panted in pleasure.

"Baby, I'm close." he said.

"Come for me!" she gasped.

"No, I want you to come first." he said. "I won't come until you come again."

She nodded, intensifying her speed, her moans getting louder. He reached for her clit, rubbing her. She stiffened, letting out a cry and calling his name as she came. As he felt her tighten around him, he came too, holding her tight.

Slowly, she got off him, and settled in his arms.

"I love you," he muttered, kissing her forehead.

He only realised what he had said when her eyes grew huge with horror.

"As a friend!" he said quickly. "I love you as a friend! I don't do relationships, remember?"

Her faced relaxed. He realised how close he was to getting thrown out of her house.

“Thank you, my loyal subject” she said, in her fake British accent, before snuggled back in his arms.

The next few days were a blur. All he could do was think about her. They continued to text each other, teasing and flirting with each other. He wanted to ask to see her again, but he didn't want to be too aggressive with her after the amount of aggression she had to put up with from other guys.

A couple of times they video called and had video sex. But she never asked to see him again. He wasn't sure what to do.

He couldn't talk to any of his friends about it, they would only tease him. He tried going for long runs, but while running he still thought about her too. Her soft mouth, her tongue, her moans. Everytime he thought about her he was turned on. It didn't help that night after night he had to listen to Jaemin and Y/N. It made him want to see May even more.

Then one night, he got a call from her.

"Can you come pick me up? I'm at the frat house." she said. She didn't sound good, and he rushed as soon as he could to the frat house.

He found her sitting at the stairs leading up to the entrace of the house, looking lost and distracted.

"Are you ok?" he asked, throwing his jacket around her as she was shivering.

"Drive me home," she said.

He tried to ask her what had happened, but she wouldn't say anything. The entire ride was silent.

"Thanks," she said, when they finally arrived at her place.

"Tell me what happened." he pleaded.

"I was studying with two of the guys from the frat, and they tried to be funny with me. When i said no, they said i had no right to be picky cos i was the campus whore. And they asled me to leave." she said, refusing to look at him.

Jeno punched his steering wheel in anger.

"Why didn't you tell me just now? I would have..."

"Would have what, Jeno? Beat them up? You're one, they're two. Who's going to end up with a broken jaw?"

He tried to hug her. She pushed him away.

"Don't touch me, please." she said.

"I'm sorry."

Silence.

"I'll be fine." she said, getting out of the car as he watched helplessly.

"Can i come in? We could hang out. I won't touch you." he said, not wanting to leave.

"I think you need to be careful about hanging around me too much," she said. "You don't want them to talk about how you're hanging out with the campus whore."

He tried to protest, but she had already ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.

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