#spooks n spurs | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ladyescapism · 8 months

Text

fractured bonds - part 3

summary: Rhys' little sister has always been nothing but loyal to her brother and court. however, the cauldron chooses the most inconvenient male as her mate: Eris Vanserra. will Ryn accept the heir of autumn as her mate? will her family?

part 1 -- part 2 -- part 4

a/n: Part 3! Here we go. The next part is going to have some drama! Hope y'all like it. Remember to message me or comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

warnings: sickly character, cannon violence, vomiting

wc: 1,900

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ryn’s legs couldn’t carry her fast enough. Her blood was rushing through her body, but failing to push her hard enough to outrun Hybern’s Naga. She had already gone a few miles, and in her weakened state, she wasn’t going to make it much further.

Azriel was the one who sent her out here to get any extra information on Hybern that she could, anything to help. Her deadline to get back was nearing, but not close enough to cause concern. And she doubted anyone else knew to look for her.

She kept going, determined she was going to make it. If she could get to the edge of the camp, the Naga might retreat, and she could get some help. But she wasn’t sure she was even running in the right direction.

She ran right into a clearing.

Fucking hell, she cursed to herself. Now I don’t have any cover.

From the other side of the clearing, a howl cut through the night air. She barely heard it over the rushing in her ears.

Just what I need. Wolves.

The night was illuminated by the moon just enough that Ryn could spot a red head riding a horse come through the clearing, flanked by two hounds.

Eris.

She didn’t have time to feel embarrassed by the relief she felt at the sight of him. She let the need she had felt to run to her mate all these weeks take over.

Exerted, Ryn let herself collapse when Eris was close enough that she could make out the features of his fine face. She was ready for his dismount, and his concern for her well-being. She was ready to get on the horse with him and ride like hell.

But Eris kept going. He did not stop. He rode head on to the Naga.

She tried to call to him, but her throat was ragged from her time screaming these last hours to make any noise. All she could do was watch as Eris and his hounds take on four Naga.

As he approached, Eris swung one leg over the horse, but didn’t fully dismount and with one clean slice, gutted the Naga that was readying to make his leg its next bite. Eris jumped from his perch on the saddle and steadied himself for the battle.

A dog came and blocked Ryn’s view. She mustered the strength to crawl around it. Eris came into view just as he took the head off another Naga.

Eris was being circled now.

The other hound was at Eris’ back, snapping and snarling at the Naga hissing in its direction. The dog had a deep gash on its hind leg, unable to put much weight on it.

Out of the corner of her eye, the horse was standing, spooked by the violence, but to well trained to leave its rider behind.

The sight of her mate in danger spurred more strength in her body. Her mind hadn’t caught up as she made her way to the horse.

“Ride, Ryn!” Eris called, desperate. “Get out of here! Go!”

She didn’t respond, but finally found the hilt of a short sword.

Stumbling as she moved as quickly as she could, she made her way to Eris.

“No,” Eris cried. “Run, Ryn! Go!”

The Naga were too distracted with Eris and his dog to notice her till it was too late. Ryn took the dog’s position at Eris’ back. She was back to panting at the exertion. She lifted the sword at the same time the Naga launched itself at her. Just as the Naga in front of Eris decided to capitalize on his distraction.

Eris became to occupied with his own fight to yell at her anymore. The fight didn’t last long after that. Ryn finished off the Naga and so did Eris.

After she heard the sword pull from the flesh of the other Naga, the exhaustion and the unsavory time spent in Hybern captivity during the last few hours caught up to Ryn.

And as the darkness clouded her vision, the last thing she saw was the stars twirl, and felt a strong body break her fall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eris POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eris caught Ryn just before she hit the ground. He sat there for a moment, looking down at her worn body. She was still breathing, still panting from the fight, but her eyes had shut.

“Why did you stay, lovely,” Eris asked, praying she would be well-enough to answer in that moment.

Before he stood, he let himself curve his back and cradle her frame, just for a moment, to thank whatever gods were listening that he still got the chance to prove to her that he could be good.

But an all too familiar sent reached his nose.

Dragon’s Blood.

The copper tang of the poison made Eris want to gag. He had only ever smelled it once, as he searched for a way to eliminate one of his father’s many enemies discreetly.

Eris hauled Ryn into his arms and rushed to his horse. He did not know how long ago she was poisoned, or how it was administered, but she needed treatment. Because once her fever reached its pinnacle, she would not be savable.

Eris managed to position her so that she was sitting up, so if she vomited, either from her body rejecting the poison or the fever, she would not choke to death.

Eris rode like hell. He did not care if his hounds kept up. He did not care that one was injured and left behind. He did not care that his horse was tired and riding like this would cause it stress. All he cared about was feeling her heartbeat and her breath.

He got into the camp but did not stop riding. He kept his pace, straight to the healer’s tent. A few people had to jump out of the way and shouted after him, not knowing or caring who he was. Eris still could not care about anyone or anything but getting her healed.

“I need a healer,” he shouted. “I need a Night Court healer.”

A female he did not recognize stepped out of the tent and paled at the sight of Ryn’s state.

“I am Madja, healer to the High Lord and his family.”

Eris dismounted and pulled Ryn from the saddle. He pushed past the female as he spoke.

“She has been poisoned with Dragon’s Blood. I don’t know how long ago it was administered, or the administration method, but she has not started vomiting yet.”

Eris set Ryn down where another healer gestured.

“She is exhausted, dehydrated, but not seriously bleeding for what I can tell.”

Madja whispered something to the other healer, and they disappeared, quickly replaced by another set of hands.

Eris did not let the panic through. He just stood and watched as the healer, Madja, administered something by injection. Something else was poured down her throat, and she gagged.

The healer kept working. Eris tensed at every injection and prod and inspection. He stopped breathing when Ryn wretched and the healers had to force her on her side.

Eris only let his eyes stray from watching her chest rise and fall when her heard the Shadow Singer speak to his High Lord.

“I sent her a few hours ago. Her timeline to check in isn’t for another 10 minutes. I had no reason to be concerned.”

Rhys gave a single solemn nod. “Madja, what happened?”

“From what I can tell,” she explained, “Kathryn was given the liquid form of Dragon’s Blood. A lethal dose, but it was watered down, making it not as fast acting. She has a high fever, and she has vomited everything she had. The fever hasn’t broken yet, and she will most likely still experience the hallucinations that come with the poison. She will need to be kept under observation for a day or two, but she will be better soon.”

Rhys looked relived as he made his way to his sister’s side. He reached down and cupped her face. “Our girl has survived worse, Madja. She will heal just fine.”

“She is young, and healthy. I have the same optimism.”

Eris was not comforted by that sentiment, that she was put into these positions often. And he could not hold his tongue.

“So,” he sneered, “you send her into dangerous situations often?”

“Thank you for saving her, Eris,” Rhys said, ignoring his question. “She would likely be in a much worse state if not for your intervention.”

“You didn’t answer me,” Eris growled.

“What I send my spies to do is none of your business,” Azriel responded for Rhys.

The air thickened with tension.

“I heard your father was asking for you,” Rhys added smoothly, making his dismissal of the prince clear. “You might want to go see what needs attending to.”

Before he could respond that he was not leaving Ryn’s side till she could sit upright, a shrill cry cut through the air.

It was a cry of terror, of pain.

“It’s the hallucinations,” Madja said from her workstation.

“Give her something,” Eris hissed. “Anything to make her stop.” Ryn kept making that noise, only a few words barely distinguishable in her cries.

“I can’t give her any sedative, that would only slow her body working the poison out. The best we can do is try to comfort her and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”

Azriel turned away as she let out a scream. He hung his head in what looked like shame. He took the few steps towards the exit and did not pause as he left the healer’s tent.

Rhys looked shocked at Azriel’s departure and conflicted as what to do. Eris wanted to hold her, to push the sweat soaked hair from her forehead. He wanted to silence her cries and reassure her that she was safe, even if she couldn’t hear him.

The only thing stopping him was that he wasn’t certain Ryn wanted him touching her in any state, let alone such a vulnerable one.

“ERIS!” The cry ripped from Ryn’s throat.

Eris snapped his eyes back to wear Ryn’s sick form lay. Rhys looked between his sister and the prince. A flash of understanding crossed his features, followed by anger settling in his eyes.

“No no no no,” Ryn cried. “No no no, not him not Eris. Please...”

She faded off, whimpering and moaning as if she was begging for whatever happened to her to not happen to Eris.

He couldn't take it anymore. He rushed to her side finally pushing those stray, sweat soaked hairs back from her forehead and planting a kiss right at her hairline.

“I'm right here, lovely,” he whispered softly. “I'm right here. No one is hurting me. No one is going to hurt you anymore. I didn't let them get to you once, and they will never get to you again.”

Ryn stilled. She still whimpered, but she nuzzled into his neck. Tears fell down her cheeks, fat as raindrops in an autumn storm. But Eris’ pulse echoed through her soul, and it seemed to calm her more than any sedative would.

Rhys took in the sight of his sister being cradled and comforted by who he thought was an old enemy and the anger faded from his eyes. For she was being comforted in a way that no other male on this earth could.

Because in that moment Rhys saw their connection. He could almost see the golden thread shimmering between them. Rhys stepped away and let Ryn be comforted by her mate.

Tag list:

All works:

@feysandzoyalailover @fanfictioniseverything @humanpersonlasttimeichecked @marina468 @singhillada

Fractured bonds:

@a-mexican-waffle @cafe-inaaa @feiwelinchen @theviewfromtheotherside

#acotar #acotar imagine #eris acotar #eris vanserra #acotar fic #eris x oc #acotar angst

90 notes · View notes

msookyspooky · 6 months

Note

Slashers at a Haunted House

Severen please😳😩

Meant to post this over the weekend!!

Slashers at a Haunted House:

Severen Van Sickle

18+ • Short Story Imagines • GN!Reader x Severen from Near Dark • Smut • Exhibitionist/Voyeur • Fear & Adrenaline • Blood & Gore • Power Dynamics • Slight CNC • Oral with GN!Reader Recieving / AFAB & AMAB Anatomy • Sketchy Sex in Public Places

"C'mon! Don't tell me yer scared of this lil spook shack." Severen teased with a lopsided grin. In that thick Texas drawl that sounded like it was from back when drawing guns and robbing train cars was a thing.

You huffed, arms folded as you saw the very sketchy haunted house in the rough part of town that barely had anyone here. "N-No it's just out of our way is all." You lied. Still human and very much still vulnerable to fear.

Severen grinned wider, his filed down teeth sharpened points that he flaunted anytime of year. Fall was just less questioning. "Aw, c'mon now. Don't tell me I'm dating a chicken shit scared of some guys in masks with ugly faces popping out at ya!"

You rolled your eyes, pouting a bit. "I am not that scar- AH!!" You screamed so much louder than you intended when a scare actor ran up on you out of nowhere in the dark parking lot.

Severen laughed loudly, head thrown back in the hearty gleefully impish way he did as the scare actor stalked away to find a new victim. "Ha! Aww, you really are a scaredy cat, aren't ya angel?" He cooed between snickers.

You glared at him knowing he saw the damn actor rushing you and said nothing.

He just drew you closer to him with a firm grip. "Hey...We're gonna have fun, alright? You'll see, sweetheart...Besides, have I ever hurt you or led you to some place you would get hurt?" He gave you a charming sideways smile.

You raised a brow because he has accidentally done both. He rolled his dark blue eyes with a tsk. "Gee, ya got so much faith in me I'm blushin' from the love I'm feelin' here."

You smirked a little at his sarcasm. "Okay...Fair enough. But I hope you know I'm going to be hanging onto you the entire time."

"That's the point!" He smiled "You can grip me as tight as you want. Break a rib or two; it'll just get me goin'." He whispered huskily in your ear. You ducked your head a bit with a smile.

His spurs jangled as you both walked in. You were excited but he seemed so chill. Like he was at an art museum not a haunted house with people in dark tight spaces jumping out at you.

You both were led to a room were a demonic 'birth' happened and the scare actor told some story to set the tone of the place. Severen heckled a tad just to nudge you and get a smirk or two but other than that he just had his hands in his pockets with you in front of him.

As soon as it came time to move through the scare house rooms; you instantly felt your adrenaline pumping. Going through an old wild west room with skeltons and outlaws wasn't too bad till a damn corpsey looking skeleton dropped from above down at you. You jolted back into Severen as he giggled and held you still.

"Calm down, sweetheart! It's just an old dusty bag of bones. You see Jess everyday; This should be nothin."

Okay, you did chuckle a bit at that as he grinned and moved you both on through. "Jesse would kick your ass if he heard that."

Severen laughed. "Ha! I'd like to see the ole saddlebag try!"

Even if you knew he was joking and deeply respected Jesse. Hell, Jesse was probably the only creature alive that made Severen behave himself.

You went through a 'cabin' with a bunch of inbred mutant hillbillies yelling and jumping out of walls. Banging pots and having fake guts that smelled putridly close to the real thing near you. Severen grinned like a kid at a candyshop while you were hiding in his jacket.

One tried to scare him and he hissed at them, showing off his teeth and the scare actor backed away. You could tell the actor didn't know what to say having gotten out of character as Severen just smiled and walked you and him on through.

"See? You don't got nothin' to worry 'bout. Jus' a bunch of loud fucks jumping out hollarin'... 'Boo!' He quickly grabbed your sides and you jumped before chuckling and shoving him away. All before an animatronic zombie sprung from the wall withering and groaning and scared the shit out of you enough to grab ahold of him again.

Severen got a good laugh out of that as you exclaimed, "Fuck this place!" Even if you were smirking a bit.

He gave a huffing sort of chuckle and slung an arm around you as he forced you through the next room. Strobe lights, a putrid smell in the air, a body jerking on a medical table and another one covered.

"Uh uh!" You mumbled trying to turn but he just turned you back around snickering while trying to push you forward. Using a quarter of his strength as you put your brakes on.

He sighed heavily. "Fiinne, I'll go first chicken shit." He dragged you behind him and you realized that was a mistake because they waited till he was halfway in before the one on the table jumped out at you and another sprung out from a hidden door in the wall. You practically jumped on Severen's back and he just stood there grinning. Letting the scare actors get up in his face to try and scare him as he looked downright out amused. He made a wise crack about health insurance to the doctors and then they just tried focusing on you as you, no matter what your size, dragged Severen by the arm out of there as he laughed his ass off. Tripping over his own two feet in his boots at being off balance by you.

"Okay, okay! We're goin'. Relax!" He laughed as you both rounded the corner to a much creepier area.

Some makeshift butcher shop that was almost completely dark with a few red lights. Fake dead bodies and body parts everywhere and a smell that imitated blood.

You cringed, "Ugh, this is neat but I hate it." You whined a bit having fun but also your human heart beating out of your chest.

"Really?" Severen commented taking a big whiff. "Smells as good as cherry pie to me!" He winked at you. "Though not as good. Guess comparing some artificial bullshit fragrance from the real thing."

You weren't even listening to him. Too preoccupied in what was happening. An animatronic dropped from the ceiling as a dead body right over top of his head and he just looked annoyed for the first time tonight when it dropped too low. All before a human scare actor jumped out at the same time and maybe it was the blood smell distracting him or the animatronic or too many distractions for even a vampire to comprehend it all but a guy with a butcher knife tried to grab Severen...And in a harsh motion Severen just instinctively lashed at him and sent him flying into the wall.

Your eyes widened and even Severen looked a bit surprised. "...Oops." He mumbled with a slight bewildered smirk.

The guy groaned, yelling out in pain as a rib or two was definitely broken. Severen sighed, shrugging at you before walking up to him and picking him up by the back of his head. "Welp, looks like the butcher is getting chopped. Can't have you gossiping...I'm damn hungry any." He joked while slamming the guy against the wall. "All this imitation blood is makin' me hungry as a tired hound!"

The guy grunted and tried to fight Severen and he just gripped his head and started slowly twisting to snap his neck in a quick death. "How's 'bout I show ya what actual blood smells like?" Severen purred out with a grin.

The victim he had threw the butcher knife and you yelped as it cut your arm...Jesus Christ, was that real!? Severen's eyes flared, sneering as he ripped the guys head clean off...CLEAN...OFF. You had never seen him do that! The sound of you yelping and smelling your blood set him on edge like no other as he ripped his head off and with the angle the guy was decapitated; that blood from the bodies arteries in the neck spurted out all over you like a damn water gun when he accidentally aimed it at you when he jerked to see if you were okay.

Blood went EVERYWHERE! On your face, your chest, your stomach and legs. Soaking over your clothes that didn't cover much anyways with you being down South in the fall. Your mouth hung open in shock as you outstretched your hands looking down at your body dripping red. The metalic smell hitting you in the face.

Severen cringed. "...Oops...."

You sighed heavily looking irritated but defeated as your entire everything was soaked in sticky hot blood.

Severen clicked his tongue against his teeth with a sheepish smirk. "Sorry, sugar...C'mon! The guy was askin' for it!..." He then came towards you with a concerned look. "Ya alright?"

You forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He grabbed your arm. "Liar." He muttered as he gently brought your arm up seeing more blood on that arm dripping to your fingertips. "I can smell yer blood type anywhere, angel...YN...Yer bleedin' too much. That bastard really got ya." He lowered his head to smell.

"I'm fine."

He lowered his face more not letting to of your arm. "No, yer bleedin'." Releasing a shuddering breath and letting his warm wet tongue swipe firmly across the cut. Savoring your taste as his eyes closed. It kept bleeding as he darted his tongue out, lapping little licks over the thin cut before gently sucking. It missed arteries but it still bled.

You felt your stomach flip and heat rise in you. "U-Uh, it's okay...."

"Then let me clean you up. No use letting it all go to waste." He mused while kissing the cut. Groaning to himself at the flavor of you on his lips.

"Um, you're uh...You're wasting blood over there already." You mumbled with wide eyes at the headless body in a pool of its own blood a few feet away.

"No, I ain't." He corrected as he licked a splatter of the man's blood off your arm. "Besides, I ain't licking floor blood. What do ya take me for? A damn dog?" He teased with a husky voice. Blue eyes still hooded as he lapped at your skin. Licking down your arm and wrist before he brought your hand up to dart his tongue out in tickling licks to flicker over your fingertips like the tease he was before sucking your fingers clean of any blood that dripped down your arm.

You were definitely flustered, loins doing that tingling heat thing as you looked at his heavy lidded eyes gazing at you as he sucked and kissed your fingers. "S-Sev! Someone will come in-"

"No they won't." He reassured as he picked you up with his inhuman strength and pinned you to a wall in the corner. Knocking a few props away with his boot. "If they do? We'll jus' say it was part of the act."

He swiped his tongue over your neck and throat, grazing his razor sharp teeth over your vocal cords as you whimpered before licking a firm trail of his tongue up to your mouth. Kissing you deeply with a groan low in his throat. Gripping you and licking the blood from your face and lips before forcing you to taste it on his tongue. You didn't like the taste, still human and the amount of blood not appealing and yet you didn't hate it either. Not when it was him.

He pulled away, blood on his lips; making them look more full while tinted red. He grinned. That euphoria hitting like it always did with blood. Like the sexiest most happiest most wonderful drug as they described it.

They all pointed at the dead bloody, raving how realistic this was before leaving. Severen chuckled at how flustered you were. "Not the best acting abilities babe but with looks like this? Who needs it." He mused as he sucked at your bare nipples/sucked your nipples through whatever garment you had and you whined at the hot rush pulsing between your legs.

You gasped sharply as he ripped your drenched blood red shirt off of you in one clean jerk and you faltered with big eyes. He sucked on the fabric a bit in his hand trying to get that blood before dipping down to lap at the flesh before him. Sliding and swirling and flicking his tongue over your chest and navel. You covered your mouth with heat rising in you. Eyes darting around as you were scared someone might see. You saw a group of people going by and ducked your head in embarrassment at being exposed. Severen blocked you, grinning a bloody sharp toothed grin over his shoulder while looking like he was a scare actor 'eating' another scare actor.

"Sev, please...We'll get caught..."

"Sshhhhhh." He hushed as he kissed down your navel while turning you so you weren't too immodest to any passing people. "Best part? You can scream as loud as ya want and no one will be the wiser, darlin'." He swirled his tongue with a smirk at the blood on your stomach and worked his way down before impatiently sliddinhlg your pants down.

You covered your mouth tighter as he slid your pants and or underwear down to your upper thigh. Just enough to lick what was important. The blood from your shirt had smeared onto your pelvis and he greedily licked his tongue over your skin in firm, flat swipes.

You quivered a little feeling his tongue getting closer to your sex. You were throbbing, heat pooling down there as he smirked up at you. Kneeling on one knee with a satisfied groan like growl coming from his throat. "Mm...Someone's excited."

"B-Because you're..." You trailed off.

He giggled, "Don't go blaming me. I can smell it on ya a mile away just from licking your fingers but this?-" He gently swiped a finger over your privates to collect the liquid your body was producing already whether pre-cum or slickness. It was A LOT on his finger tips. Your body knew what it wanted before you did. Practically dripping as you whimpered at his finger swiping over such a sensitive spot. He continued, "This? What a naughty lil darlin' I have...Hmm."

He blew air on you down there as you flinched. "What should I do to such a naughty thing, hmm? I mean gee...I done cleaned off all the blood. What else is there?" He mockingly gave with faux innocence.

God damn, he was gonna make you say it?! His teasing was ridiculous!

"S-Sev please."

"Please what?" He asked blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Please...Lick me."

He hummed. "Ooh...Like here?" He purposely barely licked near you. Tongue flicked at your inner thigh. "Here?" He fluttered his tongue on your pubic area so close yet not touching the throbbing that you needed touched to cum. "Well gosh, YN! How am I supposed to know if you won't say it?" He remarked with a smirk.

"...Please...Lick my...Cock/Pussy."

Severen grinned like a Cheshire Cat laughing at how flustered you were. "Well why didn't ya jus' say so? Sure, baby. I'll lick ya...I'll lick ya reeaalll good." He drew out with a husky chuckle before diving his head down.

You had to cover your mouth as a strained cry tried to escape. His tongue in flat, wet, firm strokes lapped at the tip/your clit.

Jesus! He didn't warm up or even tease like he normally did. Just those firm but flexible laps as wetness collected on his tongue. Your hips twitched at the urupt stimulation. He grunted at your taste as he closed his eyes and had uour hips in a death grip. His rough hands holding them firmly as you could feel his cool metal rings on your warm skin. He kept a pace he knew you liked. No teasing, just him wanting you to come undone on his mouth in a public place.

He dived back down, replacing his hand with his mouth. Careful when sucking and licking you from his filed down teeth. You barely felt his sharp teeth so delicate it almost tickled as he held your hips still so he didn't accidentally hurt you. His tongue warm and wet with saliva as he spreaded your own liquids with his tongue. Groaning into you as his tongue lapped faster. Right underneath your tip/clit as you tried so hard not to cry out but failed. A strained groan falling from your mouth...It just made him be firmer with the base of his tongue. Going up and down, side to side, fluttering, swirling. He was an insatiable greedy menace lapping and licking like a madman.

He used his hand to replace his tongue. Firmly rubbing you to talk. "Don't be shy, baby. Cry, moan, hollar. Ain't no one gonna know what's what in here." His hand moved faster, fingers dancing lightly in a fast pace over your skin as you trembled and gasped out a moan. Unable to control it, unable to move away with his iron grip, people being able to pass by at anytime.

"That's my darlin'."

You gripped the wall behind you, chest rising and falling as your groans and whimpers and moans were more urgent. You couldn't keep quiet with what he was doing. Your adrenaline pumping so much from the fear of being caught.

Then he added a hand. What his mouth couldn't do because of his teeth or the position; he did with his fingers. Grasping your aching cock firmly to pump / inserting not one but two fingers into that slick needy heat to stretch you out deliciously and rub at your g spot. All while his tongue and mouth sucked and licked making smacking noises in between his moans. His eyes hooded as he was enjoying doing this as much as you were recieving.

Your hips went from flinching away to lightly bucking against his face. He chuckled in his throat before growling a low rumble in his chest that vibrated in his throat as he kept up a firm fast pace.

Loud moans were coming out of you. Head back as he was relentless.

A group of people came by and you felt fear grip you at them seeing you in the dark-ish corner, red light refelecting on you. Trying to cover your upper body and Severen feverishly lapping at you. His head of dark hair blocking the view of your genitals thank god but they still looked...And Severen purposely pumped you harder. Hand tighter / Fingers firmer as you felt the heat erupting in you against your will.

"Nnnoo! DONT!! PLEASE DON'T!" You yelled out breathlessly. Before screaming. Absolutely throwing your head back and releasing a groaning scream right as these people walked by all before an animatronic on the opposite side of the room jumped out at them and they ran screaming themselves...They thought your pleas and screams were part of the act.

You gripped Severen's hair hard and rode your orgasm out when he wouldn't stop. Bucking your hips with teeth gritted and a low growling groan escaping you as all that pleasure tingled every part of you. Erupting inside you and then fizzling out. He kept going and it overstimulated so bad you jerked his hair harshly to the point you could've ripped it out.

"Ow! Babe, that hurts...I can handle a truck hittin' me, a shotgun, cold cocked in the jaw, stabbed but hair pulling is off limits...Shit hurts!" He pouted and pulled away. He smirked soon after as he drew his fingers away from you and licked any cum he might've missed; clean.

You stared down at him, panting. You almost slid down the wall from the intense orgasm you just had as he quickly stood up and braced you. "Easy there...That was so good. That's my baby. You were s' damn sexy...Taste s' good on my tongue." He praised in a husky whisper in your ear while holding you and kissing your head.

You were limp a moment. If you could purr you would. That was one of the best you ever had and so kinky in public and just...Memorable for sure. And how he treated you made you weak kneed.

He giggling a bit. "C'mere." He hugged you a second. "I'd love to stand here holdin' ya, sweetie...Buuutttt-" He gestured to the body.

Reality set in as you realized you had no shirt now. You both heard the scare actors yelling and talking to each other a room away and you panicked. He shrugged off his jacket then his over-sized red flannel he wore. He quickly gave it to you, whether it was too tight or too loose didn't matter. As long as it covered you enough to get out of here. Your shirt he ripped off was evidence and would've been a red flag as soon as you exited anyways.

He slung an arm around you to support you as you pulled your pants up and adjusted his flannel.

"Welp, time to head out. This was fun, YN." He mused as he quickly led you away to get out of here before scare actors realized he killed their coworker and police were called. If you did get on camera; it wouldn't be the first. The clan was good at evading cops and hiding as vampires.

Once through the rooms he slowed his pace. Having his arm around you with a leisure stride and smile. Boots jangling with his spur on each step. The security guard stared at you both...Eyeing the red on your dark pants but it wasn't as noticeable as your old now destroyed shirt was. You and Severen smiled and walked out the building. Scott free.

He leaned down. Whispering to you. "Close one. Nights young. How bout we get to some place private so we can keep having fun."

You eagerly nodded with a smirk still on an adrenaline rush you just did what you did and just as excited to return the favor. He stopped a moment to kiss you, lifting your chin to let his lips meet yours before you both just smirked at each other and kept walking. The night was his. It was his playground and he was like an excited teen boy in love rather than a centuries old vampire so ready to show you his world. You didn't know how long you'd be human but not long. You were too enraptured with him, with the night that how could you not?

For now, he lifted you up with the strength of a superhuman as he rushed with you to the nearest motel. Both of you laughing and in love and needed to touch and get as much lust out as possible.

#near dark #severen #severen van sickle #severen near dark #near dark severen #severen x reader #severen imagine #Severen smut #near dark 1987

46 notes · View notes

midnightlitterateur · 3 months

Text

True Soul Bared

Pairing - Gortash/Durge m/f

Summary - The Durge fulfills a desire.

Warnings - n/a no smut just a little sitch that crawled into my head.

“Could you…” Ophelia turned around and pulled her long grey hair over her shoulder to reveal a row of pearl buttons. She sensed Gortashs amusement as he stepped towards her. “ I really like this dress,” she admitted quietly with a shy smile. Warmth crept over her cheeks as she felt his hands begin to unbutton her slowly, making her shiver as his fingertips brushed against the bare skin of her back. The Bhaalspawn was unaccustomed to letting anyone this close, unless she was about to slaughter them of course but that was a different kind of thrill.

Ophelia slipped the grey silk from her shoulders and carefully stepped out of her dress. She kept her naked form turned away as she handed him the gown and held her tail down to preserve what was left of her modesty.

“Alright,” she sighed, preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do. Taking a deep breath she let the powerful urge out. The Slayer exploded from her body in a rain of blood and gore. A roaring screech tearing from her throat as she exalted in the raw might that Bhaal had blessed her with. The Slayer turned around slowly. Letting Gortash get a good look at the terrifying visage of the Lord of Murders favoured child.

Gortash was very rarely speechless but at this moment he was dumbstruck. Gone was the striking Tiefling girl that he had spent a charming evening with and here in her place was a monster. A gloriously beautiful death machine, all horns,arms and teeth. He watched with trepidation as it circled him, crawling around him clicking its many fangs.

“You are magnificent, Ophelia!” He cried, trying not to show fear to the beast that stalked him. It swished its tail excitedly and stood tall, inviting him to come closer by beckoning with one of its clawed hands. He took a few tentative steps towards the creature, his hands before him as he instinctively tried to protect himself. She was an intimidating sight and though he trusted the Tiefling, the Slayer was another thing entirely. It was created for one purpose only. To kill. As was Ophelia of course but she was capable of restraint, who knows what kind of temperament the beast had. Oh but he had wanted to see it. It had taken him so long to pluck up the courage to ask her as it seemed such an intimate request. How do you ask someone to show you their soul? Their true self?

The Slayer offered her claw inviting him in, keeping very still, careful not to spook her prey he supposed. Beady, black, soulless eyes stared as he took her blade sharp claw and it watched him intently as he marvelled at its form. He ran his palm over her rough skin and stroked her spurs, drawing back his hand with a quiet gasp when the needle sharp growth pierced his skin. The impressive jaws clacked together and it whined, almost as if it were concerned. “Just a scratch,” he said, relieved that at least some part of her was at the helm. It tilted its head and leaned down to look at his wound. The “scratch” was dripping blood all over the stone floor. Its nostrils twitched alarmingly and before he could react, out shot its long sinuous tongue. Ophelia licked up the blood gently, laving the wound as she chittered and clicked, worrying over the gash like a mother hen with its chick.

Gortash was astounded and a little bit turned on - if he were honest. As he watched her tend to his hurt he reached out and lovingly touched her face. “Lia…I…” Suddenly the door opened with a loud creak and the telltale clanging of Ketherics armour announced the Chosen of Myrkul's presence. “What have I just walked in on?” He questioned, his face a picture of confusion and disgust with a little bit of embarrassment thrown in. They both stared at him in shock, as if they had been caught doing something that they shouldn’t. “It’s not what it looks like,” Gortash blurted, surreptitiously trying to conceal his tented trousers.

The Slayers gaze could have burned Gortash into ashes instead she growled in annoyance and padded off to her room where she transformed back into her Tiefling body and threw herself on the dusty old bed and sobbed her dried up little heart out. For reasons she didn't quite understand.

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 gortash #enver gortash #lord gortash #gortash #gortash x durge #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #my writing

26 notes · View notes

allzelemonz · 5 months

Text

Finding and Feeling (1.3): A Bear and The Mouse

Pairing Type: M/M Rating: T/Language Warnings: Captivity, mentions of death, mutual pining, mild background Arthur/Charles Summary: A blizzard hits Colter and Kieran stays in the boys’ cabin so he doesn’t freeze. Other Chapters

The cold has gotten worse. A blizzard started up early yesterday morning and Dutch is more than stressed. There’s only so many places to put folks. So long as they have a fire, a chance to warm, they’ll be fine. That’s what he tells himself.Grimshaw has put in the work to make this hellhole a camp but there’s only so much to be done. The main structure holds most of the gang with a fire, the boy’s shack has a little stove to burn, and Dutch’s space has its own fireplace. Arthur agreed to let Charles room with him rather than in the stables, so that just leaves their little mouse of a prisoner.

He’s no good to the gang dead. Information dies with the person.

Eventually Dutch comes to the decision that he’ll room with the boys. And when he tells them this he gets the expected backlash, easily squashed by his usual glares and strong words. Lenny is sympathetic, Micah is a suck up, Bill and Javier are too loyal to object much. The shack has a heat source and with all the boys there, going through watch shifts, the dumb O’Driscoll kid won’t have much chance of escape. Hell, they could even tie him to one of those dilapidated bunk beds if he causes too much trouble.

Kieran has spent his fair share of cold nights sleeping in stables, but he’s not about to deny sleeping next to a fire. He watches as a couple of the fellas get the horses ready for a cold night, nervously waiting for them to untie him. It’s the big one, the same man that helped with his coat and scarf the other day, that approaches him. He doesn’t say a word as he unties the ropes, but he does leave a tight wrap around Kieran’s wrists.

His hands grip tightly on Kieran’s shoulder and opposite arm to guide him. “Ya try anythin’ n’ I’ll shoot ya myself, O’Driscoll.”

Kieran knows better than to speak right now, so he just nods quickly. He’s getting a fire and he’s not going to do anything that might make his captors change their minds. Bill knees the back of Kieran’s leg, spurring him forward like a spooked horse. Holding the boy like this gives Bill a few fuzzy feelings that he forces down, even though they warm his belly in the cold.

The short walk to the shack is uninterrupted, the other men away getting a lecture from Dutch about the O’Driscoll staying on their shabby floor until the blizzard dies down. Bill pushes Kieran inside, closing the door on the howling wind behind him. Kieran waits, watching Bill closely. The large man has red cheeks hidden halfway by his beard and Kieran almost misses the feeling of his big hands.

He doesn’t have to wait long. Bill grabs his shoulder harshly, squeezing enough to make Kieran wince. He shoves Kieran down at the foot on the bunks and kneels down with a length of rope to tie him to the post. “Not a damn word from ya. Keep yer damn mouth shut n’ ya might live through this.”

“Sure, Mister.” Kieran mumbles.

Bill should probably threaten him, tell him that those were words and punch him or something, but he finds himself blushing through the cold burn on his cheeks. Kieran’s voice is so small and light, gentler than anything Bill’s ever heard before. So he just yanks on the ropes and gives the other man a look in warning. He checks his knots, tugging to test them. Bill distances himself, adding a log to the stove in the corner in an attempt to forget that the O’Driscoll is staring at him.

The boys don’t take the news well. The O’Driscoll being shoved into their already cramped shack is not what they expected to hear when Dutch said he wanted to talk to them. But, Dutch being Dutch, gets his point across with firm words and reason. The O’Driscoll is no good to the gang frozen. None of them put up a fight after Dutch nearly yells at them, the three of them looking like scolded children.

When they get back to the shack, Javier takes his watch. He’s happy to distance himself from some useless little mouse. Lenny ignores him, favoring going straight to bed as Bill has already done. Micah, the ever restless, stays up by the fire and uses the light to clean his guns. He would talk to the O’Driscoll if he gave a shit, but he doesn’t.

Kieran falls asleep better than he has the past few nights, warmed by a fire and the body heat of a full room. He knows it’s Bill that he hears snoring, the low rumble of a bear in hibernation. In his dream, he finds it almost comforting.

#burn month #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #slow burn #fanfic #fanfiction #bill williamson #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x bill williamson #bieran

23 notes · View notes

spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

Text

Imagine Sleepy Bathing With Geralt

Geralt X FemReader

Rating: M

Warnings: Suggestive themes, nudity, bathing, full steam ahead (choo choo)

Requested by the sweet, lovely, and wonderful @lillianastuff

(A/N:) If you’ll excuse me this author needs a cold shower.

Life on the trail with Geralt of Rivia had its ups and its downs, but you never complained (well most of the time you didn’t). Being at his side was where you needed to be and though you both bickered like an old married couple at times you both got along well. Your heart yearned to be at his side throughout his days. Seeing the way the world treated Witchers broke your heart, that’s one reason why you felt the need to stay. As this day wained on, with darkness creeping upon the horizon, you were questioning that reason just a little when you felt your joints began to ache. You looked back at what all had happened today while stifling a yawn. Geralt was contracted to kill a Drowner that was terrorizing a village built by the river. It was only hunting women, so naturally you got to play Drowner bait as Geralt dispatched it swiftly. The river ran dark with the creatures blood and of course you got covered in it. Geralt shrugged off your sharp barbs slung his way so your anger didn’t stay long. He was indifferent about monster muck but you still loved him. Then on the way to the next village you both ran into some wild dogs, you were pretty sure over half of them had rabies, which spooked your horse causing it to take off with you still on it. That was as terrifying as the wild dogs though Geralt believed otherwise. It wasn’t until later in the day with the sun high overhead that Geralt finally found you with sticks in your hair and a sweat drenched gelding in tow. He of course checked you over making sure you weren’t severely hurt, but now you were feeling absolutely dreadful. Everything seemed to hurt now and you were positive that you smelled rancid from the blood, mud, and various other yucky mucks that stuck to you and your clothes. Now as both you and your exhausted steed plodded along it seemed like Geralt was never going to stop so you could rest.

“Geralt can we please stop for the night,” you sighed. “An inn with a warm bed and a bath sound amazing but I’m so tired I’ll even settle for the hard ground and a cold river.”

The white haired Witcher didn’t even get a chance to reply when thunder rolled through the sky followed by the sky splitting with bright lightening.

“Great,” you groaned. “Can this get any worse?” And like a spit in the face the clouds opened up drenching you immediately. “This isn’t the bath I was wanting!”

Geralt chuckled spurring Roach onward and you begrudgingly motioned your horse onward. The poor animal just as exhausted as you were tried to keep up with Roach but he couldn’t do it. Your pack with all your other clothes and food supplies were getting wet too, so it didn’t even matter if you wanted to get cleaned up there would be nothing dry to put on anyway. Geralt paused at the top of the hill letting you catch up.

“There’s a town up ahead,” he shouted over the driving rain. “I’ll go on ahead and get a place for the horses and a room for the night! Just follow the road and you’ll get there and try not to fall off your horse.”

“If I do it’ll be your fault for wearing me out,” you snapped absolutely drained and cranky. Without another word Geralt was gone leaving you on the muddy road soaked and alone. “And a bath! I want a bath,” you yelled after him. “C’mon,” you kicked your horse into a walk. The poor creature had had enough and you couldn’t rush him, even though getting out of the rain was your top priority. Minutes passed and you saw light from lanterns and torches ahead. Geralt waited at the town gate his bright hair plastered to his skull and a young stable boy at his side ready to take your horse to the stables. All tension drained from your shoulders and you began to slip from the saddle.

“Whoa,” Geralt rushed forward catching you before you were able to hit the ground. “Guess I pushed you too far. Can you walk?”

“Nuh uh,” you mumbled clinging to him. He chuckled flipped a coin to the boy, while still holding you in his arms, before walking towards the inn. His white hair dripped water onto your cheeks and the leather of his armor creaked. You found the noises soothing and how he could be so warm while dripping wet was confusing, but you were too tired to think on it too hard.

Inside the inn was warm and dry but strangely quiet. People taking shelter from the storm mumbled quietly in the candle lit room. They whispered even quieter when Geralt walked through, wary stares followed his form when he sat you down on a barstool.

“Give this one a cup of broth,” he spoke to the innkeeper placing a few coins on the well worn wooden counter. The coins disappeared quickly, replaced just as fast with a steaming cup.

“Here,” Geralt placed it in your hands, “drink.” You sipped lightly the salty broth touching your tongue. You could feel the heat from the broth radiating inward out, it didn’t take you long to down the rest. “Do I get a bath now,” you whispered still shivering.

“Yes,” Geralt answered. “I had to give them time to heat the water. We need to get you clean and warm or you’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t think I can walk Geralt,” you explained weary eyes staring into his bright golden ones.

“Then I guess,” he scooped you back up, “I’ll have to be your legs.”

You leaned in closely warm breath puffing against his ear, “Can you bathe with me too? I don’t want you to get sick and I don’t want to be alone.”

He stiffened but nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Wouldn’t want you to drown in your bath.”

“I guess I could be the drowner of the wooden tub,” you teased. He shook his head while carrying you up the stairs. Despite your teasing he could tell you were completely exhausted, normally you were independent and unwilling to have him help you too much. But after your day and riding in pouring rain you were more than ready to give him control. Geralt rented the larger room of the inn and a large tub was set in the middle of the floor. He sat you on a chair beside the tub to check the water. Still hot but not scalding, just how you liked your water.

“It’s ready,” he said before helping you out of your cloak. Hanging it by the fireplace he left it to dry while you stripped the rest of your sodden clothes and dropped them on the floor. Loosening your hair tie your silken locks draped your pale shoulders. Geralt picked up your scattered clothes hanging them beside your cloak while you stepped into the water. Sinking to your chin he could hear you sigh in contentment while you closed your eyes.

“I’d go through today again just for this moment,” you cooed voice a little slurred from exhaustion.

“Just wait it’s getting better cause I’m coming in,” Geralt kissed your temple before removing his armor and damp clothes. You slipped further in the water while Geralt entered the tub. He physically pulled you into his naked chest once he was sat down in the tub.

“Careful. What did I say about drowning?”

“I’m not worried about that now,” you answered sleepily looking up at his handsome face, “I have a Witcher to protect me now.”

“Hmm. Why don’t you get yourself clean so I can get you into bed?”

“Mmm too tired,” you whined. “Can you help me with that too?” Geralt lifted your face his face full of amusement and a heat that you were both familiar and a stranger to.

He kissed you softly, tongue trailing your bottom lip and you opened at his request. He explored your soft mouth, large arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up to straddle him. The kiss turned more heated as Geralt lost himself in your taste. He held you tighter, mouth moving on yours like a starved man before releasing you to nibble at your tender neck.

“Being needy tonight are we,” he growled into your skin.

“Just a little. But please Geralt I’m too tired.”

He gave in, weak to you before picking up a cloth. He wiped at your reddening skin brushing your curves with the cloth leaving the grime to drift off into the steaming water. His hand came to your hair brushing it away from your face leaving you breathless. If you weren’t so tired you could figure out what he was thinking but alas you were putty in his hands. Touching, gripping, moving he was everywhere and everything to you at the moment. Much too soon he was picking you up out of the water and carrying you in the middle of the floor to where two towels hung from a chair. He held you against him one arm around your glistening waist the other unraveling the towel. He wrapped you in the clean linen pulling you back into his firm chest. Water droplets hung from the hair on his naked chest and the raised bumps of long healed scars stood out against his pale skin. You found yourself tangling your fingers in the rough curly hairs, the coarseness tickling your soft fingertips. Geralt sucked in a breath holding himself at bay while you explored his bare skin. You shivered when his lips kissed the top of your damp head and rough hands stroked your barely covered figure.

“My clothes,” you spoke softly while Geralt kissed you. “I don’t have any dry clothes.”

Geralt reluctantly pulled away from you to search through his only dry pack. Pulling one of his cleaner tunics from the pack he held it out to you. You toweled yourself off as best as you could before pulling the dry cloth over your head. It smelled of him, the natural musk of Geralt made you weak in the knees. Despite the fire, the roof over your head, and the warm bath you were still cold. You shivered as Geralt lead you to the bed by the window. “What about you Geralt? Is this your only clothing that’s dry,” no matter how tired you were you still worried about him.

“I’m fine. Let’s focus on getting you warm.” He worked on pulling the blankets back far enough and holding onto you. You were making it hard for him to focus as you continued to trace his scars and nuzzling into him. It seemed like an eternity before the blankets were back enough for him to get in, though first before letting you go to sink into the mattress he claimed your mouth. If only you could realize what you were doing to him by wearing his shirt. Yes you had no choice in the matter and he didn’t want you to get sick but seeing you swallowed by something that fit him so perfectly was driving him mad. He kissed you fervently tongue petting yours, losing himself in you while you lazily tried to keep up. His breathing came in pants and before he could lose himself further he released you and eased you down. Resting your head on the pillow Geralt joined you pulling the blankets over you both. With your much smaller form the covers rested at your chin while they only came to Geralt’s chest. You snuggled into his embrace his bare skin warming you better than the bath did. Along with the comforting weight of the blankets and his muscled arms around your body.

“Geralt,” you hummed yawning widely.

“Hmm?” He laid there fighting the beast inside. Though he is a Witcher Geralt was still a man and it was taking every ounce of self control he had to keep from taking you.

“Thank you.”

He smiled at your sleepy face taking your lips again, your heartfelt words calming the raging storm within. He became more content to watch you sleep, taking comfort from him. and warming from his body that was trained to kill and fight.

“You’re welcome,” he answered. You drifted off finally, the day catching up to you. You were safe, you were warm, and you were loved. Geralt was everything to you and while you did have to suffer through things that normally others did not you would not leave his side. He protected you and would do anything for you, and you would do the same for him. A little bit after your breathing softened, chest rising and falling steadily did Geralt start relaxing enough to get some rest. He held you tightly while you both slept, the rain pattering against the roof and the weather raging outside. But inside a room in an inn was filled with safety and warmth.

#Geralt X Reader #Geralt / Reader #Geralt of Rivia #The Witcher #Geralt Imagine #The Witcher Imagine #Imagine #Reader Request #Not My Gif #My Writing

740 notes · View notes

beepityboopbeep · 2 years

Note

Hey! Can i request about xiao, kazuha and Aether with crystalized reader like Annie from attack on Titan? I just wanna see their reaction for the first time they found someone inside the crystal:)

Ofmg YES this was so fun to do (kinda wanna make a full length fic out of Xiaos but we'll see-)

Note: I THOUGHT THIS PUBLISHED BEFORE I WENT ON MY YEAR LONG HIATUS I'M SO SORRY-

║✿║GENSHIN IMPACT: Finding you crystallized (Headcanons)║✿║

Summary: How would the genshin characters react to finding a crystalised s/o

Characters: Xiao, Kazuha, Aether, gn!(possibly not entirely human)!y/n.

Warnings: Aot spoilers if you squint-

•

XIAO

Tap tap tap

adepti's first response is to gently tap the edge of your crystal, just to be sure you're actually imprisoned and not about to turn around and attack him

He then makes his usual remark about mortals being stupid...something along the lines of:

"Humph, what foolish mortal managed to disrespect the Adepti to such an extent"

HOWEVER, if he is being truthful with himself, he is quite concerned.

Xiao is a guardian of humans, and he can only assume that if you're encased in crystal like this...some dangerous being mist have something to do with this.

So expect him to go investigating, asking around other adepti and searching Liyue for some unforeseen threats

If, after investigating, he concludes its safe to release you, he will

However expect a spear in your face as he interrogates you about your imprisonment, sorry but mans has NO tact when it comes to these situations.

KAZUHA

"I wonder what kind of story yours might be..."

He goes full curious investigatir mode when he sees you

Reading back on ancient legends, reciting old poems and songs, researching what kind of beasts have the power to trap someone in a damn crystal ect.

His reaction is definitely spurred by his curiosity, however he also can't help but feel a little sad for you.

Kazuha values his freedom, honestly being entrapped in a crystal would be NIGHTMARE for him

Thus with this newfound compassion for a person he's never met, he begins to try and find away to free you from this imprisonment.

AETHER

Speaking of people trying desperately to free you from your glassy confines...

CLANG

"Huh? Why didn't that work?"

CLANG

Yes, the mighty travellers first response to seeing someone in a crystal?

Break them out.

Except when his sword and elemental powers aren't doing the trick, this man gets all pouty.

He's pretty determined so don't expect him to stop until he releases you

If it's like Annie from aot and there actually is no possible material that can free you....just wait

I'm sorry but I just cannot see this man leaving a massive old chuck of crystal unbroken, especially if there is indeed a person inside it-

Also expect Paimon to be fully spooked by this discovery.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #aether x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x reader

299 notes · View notes

cloud-9ine · 3 years

Text

Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

AlienQueen: [ATTACHMENT SENT]

[TheRaven, StarMan, MyChemicalHeadphones and 10 others liked this photo]

PinkQueen: guys!! look at kami asjadoawdhd

ALiteralRock: haha! you shoulda been there

Froggi: He’s been doing that more lately

Invisibitch: Good! It’s so funny!

PinkCake: hes so cute <33

GreenCake: It’s interesting how Denki has been ‘buzzing out’ more, but I suppose if he’s been using his quirk more often outside of training he could be slowly building a resistance.

BoomBoomBoy: Shut up.

IidaTenya: I sure hope he is safe!

TapeMan: nah, (Y/N) got im

You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-“

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

Extra:

Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.

288 notes · View notes

jiminrings · 3 years

Note

why do i feel like even if tae is the one who's injured AND caught between stem koo and senior oc's tension, jungkook would STILL be the one who's crying

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

there's fINALLY some sort of peace and redemption between them

taehyung has never been indirectly involved in a palpable situation like this

the last time he was involved in anything remotely close to this, it had something to do with his field trip in second grade

whew god that was a rEALLY pressuring experience for him

it was a split vote to whether they should go to a strawberry field or a newly-opened futuristic kid-friendly interactive dinosaur museum SLASH theme park!!!!!!!

then taehyung picked the strawberry farm that was about 70% dirt

tae's put into a situation again and he doesn't know how to act lmao

"y'okay sweetheart? what's your relation to them?" the kind nurse that's obviously the maternal figure of the emergency ward asks him as she assesses him, a bit of a queue before he could get his leg patched up

he is beyond glad that she asked :D

tae's here to get his leg casted and entertain himself for the meantime!!! his fun isn't exactly correlated to that brooding fucking stem nerd's definition of it!!!

taehyung points to you directly, a cheeky grin on his face as you tilt your head in alert from your seat beside him

"she's my girlfriend!"

you chuckle at his playfulness and even the nurse does so with how proud he sounded, about to scribble it down on her clipboard when someone clearly sounds panicked about it

"she's not his girlfriend," jungkook rises from his slouched position on his seat, wide eyes fixated on the nurse as he shakes his head, trying to make her believe him

it isn't true!!!! that's misinformation!!! that's a crime!!!!

tae snaps his fingers, solemnly shaking his head

"right, my bad!! the two of us aren't in a relationship. actually, the three-..."

god oW

jungkook can't help but whack the back of taehyung's head, their boundary from being semi-strangers in your year you see like twice a day now crossing into semi-friends who aren't reserved with each other jUST because of kook's smack

that's a silent understanding, basically

tae smacks jungkook right back, only stopping on bickering when you intentionally clang your watch on the bedframe to spook them, exiting from the curtain so you could talk with the nurse

being caught in the middle of things cOULD really be fun!!! tae should get involved more often

"so tHIS is why you were outside y/n's dorm when i gave yoongi the cookies!!"

"... you know?"

kook freezes at the possibility that for some way he can't think of, taehyung somehow knows what happened between the two of you

was that why he just hAPPENED to drop by cookies when he was talking with yoongi??

yeah uhm not really

"no. i just know that yoongi hung you out to dry," he snorts because as he recalls it, jungkook looked as pale as a ghost

he didn't really plan to arrive at that time either!!! taehyung just wanted to knock on your door and hopefully drop you his treats then he'll be off his way

he didn't exactly expect to walk in on yoongi looking like he's gonna deck jungkook if only he hadn't yelled out his senior's name

see? it's like the universe just wants taehyung to be at the right places at the wrong times in order for them to eventually fall into place

okay he kinda did take a major L for having his ankle busted but that only means that you and jungkook (even if he doesn't know anything) better make up!!!

“is it bad that i wanted yoongi to punch me that time?” jungkook wonders out loud and he almost wishes he hadn’t, getting an immediate reaction of agreement

“i’ll fill in for him!!” tae half-jokes, getting yet another smack to his shoulder and at that rate, they’d be brothers by tomorrow lmao

“anyways,” he sighs as he leans back to his pillow, keeping his foot elevated. technically, this isn’t his business at all, but what could he do?? he’s sort-of-involved now and jungkook looks like he’s gonna cry out of all people, “you just want yoongi to deck you because that’d absolve you of your guilt.”

kook sighs at that, gripping his hair to keep himself from crying

“but i already know i’m guilty. not only with yoongi, but y/n especially!!”

he whistles at that, getting a mental image with your fists balled because he’s hung around enough practices to photograph all of you for the school paper, knowing that you dO pack a lot of power

“so them decking you is the only way you would feel guiltless?”

jungkook shifts at that, murmuring his answer to the question he’s got thrown

“w-well getting my apology accepted by them would be much appreciated.”

taehyung practically spoon-feeds the answer jungkook need to hear, shrugging carelessly as he watches the boy’s turmoil

god what does he dO?? this is his first interaction with you ever since the incident and he doesn’t know how to act

of all places and scenarios, it just hAD to be in the hospital because stoopid taehyung here decided to run to you while in the rain

as if on cue do you return to the curtained area with a nurse, forms between your fingers

“time to get your x-ray done, tae,” you almost sing-song to him in cheer, being relieved that things were picking up faster than you intended it to

you pat him on the head in an attempt at affection, oblivious to the curious glances that jungkook gives you while he assists the nurse in transferring taehyung to the wheelchair

it’s not until the curtain closes again and taehyung’s gone that you move, hand outstretched to give something to jungkook

.... which is just his share of taehyung’s forms that he needed to fill out so you could get on faster

the two of you are sitting beside each other, chairs close but not exactly close, clipboard in hand and taehyung’s phone at the middle edge of the hospital bed so you could copy his information

jungkook kNOWS he should be focusing on writing tae’s blood type right now, but the spur of the moment nudges him on entirely

"i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry."

he squeaks and he has to breathe out after that

well there it goes :-)

you knew that the day wouldn’t have finished without jungkook’s input, having avoided him long enough that you didn’t know what to feel

were you expecting an apology from him??? uhm not exactly

are you commending him for apologizing??? not at all!! thanking someone for apologizing over what they’ve done to you in the first place is just a new low

“i know i can’t take back what i said now, but i truly didn’t mean it. i-i was just so confused but — b-but i’m not making excuses!! what i did was beyond shitty of me.”

oh hold on a second

that’s the first time you heard jungkook cuss

you wring your hands as you try to absorb his apology as much as possible without feeling awkward

ok you’re not as good for tHIS type of confrontation

it’s not the first time you’ve been wronged but this is perhaps the first time someone owned up to their wrong and apologize for it face-to-face

,,,,,, and not just because yoongi gave them a piece of his mind

yoongi likes fighting battles for you at times, even if you don’t necessarily ask him to

you appreciate it, but you kNOW he did not get jungkook off the hook so easily!!!!

you honestly thought that with his temper, he would’ve punched jungkook even if it was gonna make you mad

“it’s totally up to you if you don’t want to forgive me, b-but i figured i could die trying, y’know? you can reject me a couple hundred times and i’ll retry a couple thousand.”

jungkook adds and it makes the corner of your mouth raise in the tiniest most miniscule way

he knows that not only does he need to apologize with words, he also nEEDS to make it up to you with his actions!!! that’s why he plans on-

you pause your writing on the form, the act of you doing so making him freeze all the same as you try to carry on with speaking as inaudible as possible

"well you know now. i like you, that was my fault," you offer in response to his apology, coughing when you realize your mistake. "i liked you, i mean."

ok he deserved that

jungkook knows you probably figured out the hyeji situation already through yoongi, cutting his explanations down because you don’t even wanna hear her name

was it the truth? do you really not like jungkook anymore?

....

......

.........

you simmer in the own silence you’ve created, only being broken when jungkook shyly murmurs

"can't you like me some more?"

you snort at what seemed to be his playful suggestion, chuckling to yourself

jungkook was only hALF-kidding and he bows his head in embarrassment over your reaction, the pen in his hand feeling extremely light with how his hand’s trembling

you resume your writing wordlessly, not even daring to look at your right because jungkook’s trying to make himself as small as possible too

the words are just dying to fall out from his mouth, an unhinged trap he could no longer regulate when it comes to you

"you're loveable. extremely loveable."

jungkook says out of nowhere and you falter at writing taehyung’s supposed food allergies, a quiet curiosity to your words

"how would you know that?"

there’s no thought process behind it as he speaks surely this time, only taking the slightest bit of courage to look at you from the corner of his eye

"because it's you."

,,,,,

HOW are you supposed to react to that,,,

the curtains peek open and a grinning taehyung on a wheelchair estatically waves his hand

you and jungkook split from each other even if you haven’t been that close enough immediately, thankful for the welcome interruption

tae outstretches his arms for you to hoist him up the bed and you agree instantly, oblivious to the fact that he’s sticking his tongue out to jungkook who’s giving him a mean glare for his playfulness

his x-rays are all finished and he’s just waiting for the doc to come and interpret them (even if it’s beyond obvious that his ankle’s broken!!!!) so he could get on with wrapping his leg with a cast

jungkook takes this as a chance to rise up from his seat, snatching the opportunities he can within the timeframe

"what do you guys want from the cafeteria?"

tae beams at that, grateful because fINALLY someone’s asked him

"ooh!! i want-"

"what would you like, y/n?"

jungkook continues as he effectively interrupts taehyung who’s squinting and looks beyond offended ay the moment

his motive is buying <3 you <3 dinner!! not mr. ankle-breaker over here

you catch on to what he’s trying to do immediately, rolling your eyes with a hint of amusement when you plop back to your chair

“i'll have what taehyung wants.”

huh....

so he has no choice then but to ask,.,.,

jungkook clears his throat, his lips curved to a smile but his eyes looking the furthest thing from friendly

"what would you like,,,, taehyung?"

the boy pretend to be deep in thought just to waste kook’s time even more, even throwing in the humming to sell the idea

he’s been humming for half a minute now

“pasta. i want pasta. like, the most expensive pasta they have,” he nods at the amazement he has for himself, sneaking a look to a narrow-eyed jungkook

“c’mon, kook. think about y/n. she’s getting what i’m getting!!”

jungkook’s eyes instantly become brighter, realization sweeping over his features as he tries to hurry because you might be hungry at this point

“right, of course!! i’ll even get dessert :D”

well wasn’t tHAT easy hee-hee

hey maybe getting your ankle busted does lead to better things!!!

jungkook’s never been more excited to pay for overpriced pasta in cash (!!!) and carry up multiple paper bags of food and drinks on the stairs because the elevator’s taking too long

he’s only slightly confused when he walks to your spot that taehyung wasn’t there, even kinda being relieved actually

tae was whisked away for the second and final time to have his leg wrapped up, leaving you and jungkook alone once again

“that looks expensive.”

you remark the moment you see the fancy paper bags, bringing your wallet out to atleast take out a few bills that you think would cover the cost for this hospital dinner

jungkook incessantly shakes his head no, instead making you sit in place so he could turn the area to be a cozy dinner place as best as he could

"i mean it. i'm gonna make it up to you, i swear."

he speaks sometime in the middle of your silent meal, waiting for the time that it’d feel more sincere and not a little forced

ya know he didn’t want to make it seem that buying overpriced dinners correspond to him making it up to you!!!!

"i know."

you answer truthfully because you might have saw this coming, knowing in the back of your head that you wouldn’t put put it past jungkook to be sincere

you hear a noise of surprise when you reply, jungkook immediately putting his hand inside the pocket of his hoodie to fish out something

“your eyedrops, by the way. i meant to give it back to you earlier.”

your eyes skim on the dainty-looking handmade origami box on jungkook’s palm, a fond look he could atleast distinguish

you take it from him nonetheless, unaware at the multiple layers you have yet to know inside said box

“i can always buy a new one.”

he shakes his head at that, scrunching his nose as he mindlessly pokes at the chicken

he thinks back to what he put inside that might’ve been the reason why he didn’t just buy you a new stock in the first place

“i like giving back.”

giving back as in returing feelings too or whatever maybe!!!!! just maybe

he waves you off when you thank him for giving it back, his next words becoming a little weighted on your mind

"open it up when you feel like it. it's up to you."

that was that then

okay maybe not

you’re almost finished with your dinner and you know that you’re about to come home anyway, getting a text from tae that he’s done being wrapped up and is just waiting for his reminders now

why not say what you want to anyway??

"thank you for the lunchbox yesterday, by the way."

jungkook’s the one who’s caught off-guard this time, choking on his rice briefly before questioning you wITHOUT looking pathetic

"h-how did you know it was me??"

your hand only skims to the right of him, having to slightly lean against him to get what you need

it’s tae's record that jungkook had to fill up

you’ve just realized it a little while ago when jungkook was downstairs buying from the cafeteria, the distinct way of how he writes his A’s and curves his Y’s being embedded into your mind

"because it's you."

#REDEMPTION ARC BABIEEEE FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U WHAT DO YOU WANNA SEE NEXT UPDATE #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook au #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fic #jungkook college au #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst

391 notes · View notes

slashershenanigans · 3 years

Text

First kiss

-Chop Top x GN! reader-(tw: slight mention of accidental burns)

normally on a Sunday early morning you’d say the sawyer house is quiet, however today is an exception. you rustled underneath the covers on your bed, lazily opening your eyes only to wrinkle your nose at a foul smell, eyes watering slightly as you sit up irritated by the unfortunately familiar scent. you groan in response as you begin to stretch not in a hurry to get up before your thought finally kicks in that maybe this is not just an annoyance but something urgent. it wasn't abnormal for you to worry about the sawyer brothers, being how chaotic and spontaneous they can get, especially the twins. sure, you are quite energetic yourself, but god you get mad when they get too risky! you swing your legs off the bed, tipping forward slightly from imbalance, quickly straightening up to walk out to the kitchen to see what was going on. “drayton? Bubba? is that you?” you shout into the hallway, trying to decipher the situation at hand. you sigh harshly at the lack of response and rush over to the opening to the kitchen to see,,,Chop top there; jesus no wonder it smells like a volcano erupted! you’re welcomed to the sight of various tools being dirty both against the table and on the floor and even a knife piercing the ceiling, dirtied with what looks to be batter.while chaos for Chop isnt unusual, the sight of him actually cooking is. “er,,,Chop-” he spins around nearly flinging the bowl of...something out of his hands. “O-oh! heh,, mornin’!” he beams brightly in a way that always seems to make you smile back; strange how that same happy expression spooked you at one point. “whatcha got there?” you say, chuckling under your breath, taking in the chaos laid out in front of you by the wrath of your boyfriend.” I-Im makin’ somethin’!” he replies enthusiastically, leaning over to cover a pot of quite literally boiling syrup. you cant help but laugh at the obscurity of his methods as he eratically spurs around going from different bowls to pans and such; its like he took the entire pantry to use for this. he lifts a lid off a pot and smoke engulfs his face” I’it’s supposed to do th-that!” he says slamming the lid back “chop-” “D-dont worry bout a t-thing y/n!” he says this as a plate beside him smashes on the floor next to him. the more he goes on he seems to be...really anxious. He’s smiling crooked in a way that seems more of a coverup than his genuine grin. “chop do you need-” “I’M F-FINE! I c-can control this-” he’s extremely shaky, darting his eyes back and forth to you and back to the pans and such. Sure, his general shakes have become a normal sight to see, but this time seems different. you were getting nervous, almost like you knew this was gonna build up to something if you dont keep an eye on him. “n-now where is th- wOAH-” he yelps as he slips on a loose bit of batter spilled on the floor and bangs his head on the edge of the stove. Before you can react to what just happened, you see the pot right above the stove where he’s laying holding his forehead in his hands wobble as if its about to tip over all over your boyfriend’s plated head. “NO!” you shout, firmly pushing him away from the hot liquid before it tipped over; while you managed to keep him from suffering a burned plate and far worse, you werent fast enough to move before it spilled all over your left leg. you yowl in pain, shaking erratically and shuffling away from the burning liquid that is now on the floor. “Y/N! o-oh shit!! Goddammed stove!” he yells, diving over to you to see your aching new injury and soon to be scar on your leg. he holds you up with one hand laid against your upper back shakily, clumsily moving anything else around that could hurt you “o-oh god this is all m-my fault!! aw shit,,,i-im sorry im so s-sorry!” while you were in pain, you sat distracted still by his frantic saddened expression, fetching you a cold rag to place on your leg and quickly after placing it on you falling onto his knees in front of you, now having you both facing one another on the messy kitchen floor. he sniffs, his brows furrowed and buries his eyes into his hands to hide his tears “t-this is wh-what i get for wanting to b-be responsible,,” you raise a brow at this. is that what he was trying to do? “a-all i wanted was to do something for ya c-cause you make me f-feel like boiling-n-no that aint right for right now- l-like WARM like- n-no,,,aw s-shit..” he shakes his head, clearly frustrated at himself. you shuffle a bit toward him placing your left hand on his cheek and your right resting on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb against him in a calming way. “d-drayton’s right..i-im not f-fit to do nuthin’ for nobody..i cant e-even take care of your breakfast! a-ALL I DO IS H-HURT YA” your brows furrow and eyes widen a bit. “ g-god why do i even-” you press both hands to his face, shuffling clos enough to where you were sitting between his legs, staring into his eyes, sighing softly” Chop..you dont need to be at my beckon call to let me know you care.” you look around at the mess, batter scattered everywhere and burn marks smeared onto the wooden counter.”the fact that you tried because you wanted to is enough for me.” you say, stroking his cheek with your thumb. his hands wander onto your back to embrace you tightly. “y-you really m-mean that?” he says with his voice choked up a bit from crying. you nod, before moving your thumb under his chin to prop his face slightly and leaning in, tenderly laying your lips onto his. you felt overjoyed when as you do this you feel him smile ear to ear against you, placing a hand on the back of your neck to support your head, the other wandering under your shirt; not in a lustful way he genuinely just likes feeling your skin. after a moment or two you both pull apart for a breather and stare at one another with hazy loving gaze. “i-i dunno what i did to deserve ya, sugar” sugar eh? thats a new one. you grin and nuzzle your forehead against his before laying another tender kiss onto it “me neither..”

#first fic woo!!#i really hope you guys enjoy it!#feel free to say what you think!#chop top x reader #slasher x reader #chop top sawyer #chop top tcm #tcm #tcm 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2 #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #slasher x gender neuteral reader

72 notes · View notes

writing-in-april · 3 years

Text

Spooks

Raymond Wadsworth X Female Reader

Summary: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating.

A/N: Hey heyyy- here’s my second fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April 2021!!! I had this spur of the moment idea in the middle of the night and ended up writing a pretty long fic for it (at least long for me lol) I had a lot of fun writing it and really liked the idea- I hope you all enjoy it too! Drop something in my ask box here if you’d like!! I’m always looking for feedback and my requests are open as well! Thanks for reading!!!

Warnings: 18+, Ghosts & poltergeists, Smut, Sub Raymond, Unprotected sex, Sex in a car, Slight cum play

Main Masterlist Word count: 3.2k

Your job description wasn’t an easy one to describe, you could say Mulder and Scully would be the most accurate equivalent. Though as with all tv shows it was portrayed with a set of rose tinted glasses, giving a filter to any realities you faced on the job.

You and your department preferred to call yourselves spooks, truthfully only because the pun was funny. In reality your 8 person department were called agents just like the rest of the FBI, you guys were just more secretive than the others.

Most of the time you ended up getting handed the short straw when getting new cases as you were still the newest on the team, despite being there for several years already. Unlike most professionals in law enforcement you did not have a partner, it only slowed you down. Every place that you were scheduled to decontaminate was an in and out procedure streamlined for effectiveness, adding another body to be hyper vigilant about was a hassle. You operated alone.

Any type of paranormal phenomena that you could think of was thrown in front of you. In your opinion the cases you had the most fun on were the ones that dealt with aliens, though some ghosts could be fun on occasion. The most recent case I had to deal with was a nasty poltergeist, the worst type of ghost. They always wreaked the most havoc on whatever house or place they occupied.

The family in this house had moved out a while ago, the request to decontaminate the home had been sitting on one of your supervisors for a while. It was an old house, built around the late 1800s. Old enough that it had a bunch of unnecessary rooms, like the parlor room that you found yourself trapped in.

And, you weren’t on your own either. Trapped with you was a man with fluffy brown hair flying in any direction, his eyes a darker shade of brown that were filled with fear- yet also curiosity. He was wearing a blue romper, it looked good on him, from what you had seen while you were frantic. But, you highly doubted that it would be effective clothes for a paranormal investigation, maybe he had just stumbled across this place out of curiosity. Either that or he was the type of an inexperienced investigator who had probably had one encounter with a ghost. It did not change that he was cute though.

“I’m a paranormal investigator- uhh technically a supernatural detective! My name’s Raymond! Who are you?!” He sputtered out, ranting probably to try to push aside his fear. You were standing side by side holding the double doors of the entrance to the parlor room, pushing them down to prevent the poltergeist from ramming it down and attacking us.

“Not important!” You snapped back at him, throwing a glare at him. Even if it wasn’t such a tense situation, you weren’t supposed to give away your identity or your job description to just anyone.

With another gasping breath he asked another question, even though you hadn’t answered his first inquiry, “I came with a girl, her name’s Becca- did you see her?”

This one you would bother to answer as he was quite obviously worried about the well being of his companion, “I may have seen her speed away in a red car after she was thrown out of the house. Was that your car she took?”

Not that you really cared all that much, but if he had been stripped of his transportation by his partner you’d have to take him in your own car. Not that you really wanted to, you still would have to help him even though he was seriously hindering your decontamination. “No, I came in my own car.” He answered which made you breathe a sigh of relief, you wouldn’t have to deal with another issue after you escaped, “I don’t blame her honestly, if I could leave I would.”

You were about to answer when your pressure on the doors wasn’t enough, making you both stumble forward. When you stumbled forward your keys, along with your badge, fell out of your pocket. Your badge flipped open front and center to reveal your name, plus the exact agency you worked for in a bold logo.

“You’re an FBI agent?!” You could not confirm or deny what he had asked, you were firmly focused on scrambling to get your things and avoid the ghost that was now throwing furniture at the two of you.

When Raymond finally took notice of the being that was pelting heavy objects around you, a ghostly shape in the form of a woman with a tortured look on her face, he screamed bloody murder. It was not unlike that of a scooby doo cartoon, him obviously resembling Shaggy almost perfectly. If only he had a dog to jump into his arms before he comically zoomed away while remarking “zoinks!”

His frazzled response to the ghosts giving a rather mediocre jump scare made you wonder whether he had the credentials to back up his job title as a paranormal investigator- or as he called it a supernatural detective. You racked your brain to try and recall anytime you had seen a Raymond or a Becca on the long lists of people that were being monitored for potential involvement, coming up with nothing. Well, maybe they were new, as his reaction seemed to indicate.

Your own reaction was stoic as usual, your nerves no longer jumped and your heart no longer quickened to the visage of a ghost trying to spook you. It was in no doubt for some arcane reason probably linked to revenge towards people that no longer existed. One would normally say don’t assume anything about people, that it might offend them to assume, but dead people in your view also had dead opinions- plus relying on precedent was usually a good option when a ghost might be trying to kill you. Despite the absence of fear from you there would be no call out of “Let’s split up gang!” either. It was you mostly not wanting to explain to your employer how you lost a citizen in the middle of this place and- besides that you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want him to die no matter how much undeniable extra trouble he was causing.

“Let’s go.” Your voice was firm, no discernible room for argument or questions.

Raymond somehow found a way to wriggle in to asking yet another question, “Where are we going?”

You yanked his hand out of the room that you think might’ve been a parlor room back in it’s day. You shouldn’t have bothered to answer as it would breed more questions from him, you already gave away too much about who you are and what you do. Any extra questions you answer from him was just creating a bigger breach in your security. Yet you found yourself justifying an answer, his eyes that were probably pulled into an adorable curious look laced with fear bored into the back of your skull as you dragged him out of the room and to the nearest exit. It was only a harmless question, it didn’t even have a satisfying answer, “Anywhere but here!”

Weaving my way through the house that was better characterized as a maze was hard to navigate through. At every turn some sort of iteration of the poltergeist tried to capture us, to pull us into death with it.

The two of us did eventually find the front door, only to find that we could not pull it open, the handle was stuck.

“Step back!” You shouted at Raymond to get him to move out of the way while you prepared to kick the door down. He skittered over to be right behind you, looking over his shoulder in paranoia. You used your right foot to kick the door, using all the leg strength you could muster. After three kicks, the door burst open, letting you both free.

Scurrying quickly to your government given work vehicle, looking back for a second to make sure that Raymond was following you. You couldn’t let a civilian die here, no matter how much of a nuisance he was, and he was cute of course.

Pulling out the last resort from the trunk of your car, gasoline, you then shoved a container of it to your unexpected companion.

“Cover as much of the house as you can!” He made no argument with your plan, running right behind you back up to the house to cover it all in gasoline. Once you had both covered it as much as possible you made sure Raymond was standing back before you lit your lighter and chucked it into the wood wet with the accelerant.

As soon as you could confirm with your eyes that the house had sparked with fire, you grabbed Raymond’s arm again to drag him to your car, not even caring about the one he had come here in. You basically threw yourself into the driver's seat, starting to drive away immediately after Raymond had sat down, before he had even shut the side door.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, causing your heart to pound hard enough that it felt like it could burst out of your chest. It was not unusual in your field of work, to feel death brush right by you.

“My car?!” Raymond screamed, his body turned so he was looking out of your back window.

“Sorry no time to go back! The U.S government will reimburse you for that- maybe…” You said quickly, while trying to step harder down on the gas pedal to speed away.

The house behind you was burning so bright from you could hear the crackling from the house turning to ash. You imagined that the flames and smoke were big enough to be seen for miles, considering how much accelerant you poured on it. So much for being subtle, your boss was definitely going to chew you out for that.

When you had gained a sufficient enough distance away from the flames you pulled off into a parking lot adjacent to a park. Pulling into the parking space fast you then hit the brakes hard, jostling you two a bit.

Taking a deep breath you slumped forward to rest your head on your steering wheel, just for a moment of relaxation.

“You know burning it down won’t necessarily get rid of it.” You only grunted in response to his matter of fact statement. Your lack of response seemed to make him even more anxious, tapping his fingers on any surface that was around him to preoccupy his mind while you took your breather. He tried to fill the silence that was making him uncomfortable, “So what do you actually do?”

You sighed deeply against the steering wheel one last time, then leaning off of it to sit back in the seat. You decided that you might as well give him a small morsel of information that may satiate his curiosity, “That’s highly classified, but you could probably figure it out.”

His insistence to bring up what your job is was making your insides twist with anxiety. You were already dreading what would happen when you got back to the office. It would be a lot of paperwork to explain everything that happened, plus you’d have to submit an application on behalf of Raymond to get his car reimbursed.

The adrenaline that had spiked in your veins born out of fear was still present. It was overwhelming, and you felt the need to use it for something different than wallowing in your fear.

You redirected your gaze to fixate on Raymond, who could surely help you redirect your adrenaline. He was an attractive man, who’s personality did help make him even more desirable. Even though he was a pain in your ass, he was a cute and funny one.

His own eyes were fixated on yours as well, with a different look than what you had seen earlier. His eyes were deepened with lust, not fear, though there was still an ounce of curiosity in them- probably still wondering who exactly I was.

Grabbing the hairs at the back of his neck you then pulled him forward to crush your lips onto his. He reciprocated immediately, though did not try to challenge your dominance over the kiss. He let you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring him with diligence.

You wanted him closer to you, feeling every inch of him. So you swung your legs over his lap as best you could with the space you had to straddle him. When you did so you barely let his lips come off your own, too greedy to let them separate from yours.

A thought however was nagging you in the back of your head as you continued to melt yourself into the kiss, he had mentioned a companion that he had been worried about earlier. You did not want to step on any toes, nor endorse any type of cheating. You separated your lips from his own, even though you wanted nothing more than to envelop him in another kiss.

“This ok with you?” Your words were said right into his lips, mingling your breath with his, “You’re not with that Becca girl are you?”

“Not anymore- and yes I’m totally ok with this.” He confirmed before surging up to meet his lips with your own again. You wasted no time in starting to grind your hips onto his cock that was swiftly growing underneath his shorts. Just from grinding you could feel how large he was, even through a couple of layers.

He moved his hands to the button of your pants when you moved your lips to start nipping and sucking on his neck and jaw. You tried to kick off the articles of clothing on your lower half, panties included, without removing your lips from him. Unfortunately you had to do so because of the amount of space. You cursed under your breath, wishing that the government had paid to give you a larger vehicle.

You were already slick with arousal, also aided by sticking your fingers into his mouth to get them sufficiently wet. He bobbed his head up and down on them eagerly until you were satisfied. Removing them from his mouth you ran them up and down along your slit, getting you even more wet.

You guided his length to your entrance, not sinking down immediately. You undulated your hips so his length was coated with your arousal as well. When he bucked his hips in impatience you just pushed them down back into the seat. Then you leaned down to whisper into the shell of his ear to be patient- he’d get what he wanted.

“Fuck me.” Was all Raymond could muster up to whimper when you sunk down onto his cock, his head falling back to hit the headrest. You wasted no time in starting a fast pace, bouncing up and down on him with vigor. Raymond grabbed onto your hips when he couldn’t find anything else to hold onto, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

His large cock bumped up against your cervix in the most pleasurable way possible as you swivel your hips over him. Your own head tilted back, your mouth opened wide to let out a loud moan when his cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside you. You also felt the need to hold onto something as your release began to build inside you, getting ready to snap. So you grabbed onto the best thing you could find, running your hands through his hair and pulling on his strands.

One of his hands then moved to toy with your clit,his movements were a bit fumbled, but it swiftly made your orgasm start to crest. You were almost disappointed about how quickly this was going to be over, you however couldn’t deny that it felt amazing even with the frantic pace. In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but imagine all the other things you could do to Raymond if you were given the chance.

You fell apart above him, your eyes rolling back into your head. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, and it felt good to have it redirected to a pleasurable experience instead of fear. You kept yourself impaled on his cock for a bit after your orgasm had finished, relishing at the feeling of him inside you.

Slipping out of him was a little bit awkward because of how cramped the space was. Once his cock slipped out of you, both of you groaning at the loss of him inside of you, you wrapped your hand around his length. You started to pump him slowly in your hands, taking your time compared to earlier. Your adrenaline had abated a bit and now you wanted to see how long you could drag this out, in case you never got the chance to again.

However, It still didn’t take much movement from your hands for him to get close, he was already close to the edge from being inside you. His hips bucked up into your hands a bit before he begged, “C-can you put- your hands- around my throat?”

“Should’ve known you’d be into that.” You snarked back a bit in response to his plea. Your tone had no sympathy for him, making him obviously think that you weren’t going to oblige him by the look in his eyes. That look of pure desperation in his eyes, with his kiss swollen lips, and his curls disheveled made you buckle. He groaned loudly when you put your free hand around his neck. You only applied a small amount of pressure, but that was all Raymond needed for him to cum all over your hand.

Once you had helped him ride out his own orgasm you removed your hand from his neck and his cock. You did need to clean up the hand that was covered in his thick ropes of cum, so you brought it up to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Fuck me…” Echoing his previous words, this time with an even bigger whimper. After you had cleaned yourself and him up enough to be decent you flung yourself back to sit in the driver’s seat again.

Raymond was silent for a minute, which seemed odd if you were going off of what little experience you had with him so far. Though maybe he was still going through his post orgasm relaxation just as you were. He then broke the silence, by asking the same question again, even though you had wanted to answer it just about 30 minutes ago. You’d bet money on the reason that he kept asking, being that each time that you answered you gave him a small hint, “Will you tell me now what you actually do?”

“Maybe- if you get to know me better.” You turned the key to start the engine again then asking with another hint as to what your job was, “Consider this your lucky day, you’ve got a spook as your chauffeur. Now, where next Raymond?”

—-

Tag lists (message me if you want to be added):

All works: @shotarosleftpinky @90spumkin @kyra-morningstar @s1utformgg @takeyourleap-of-faith

All MGG characters: @muffin-cup @willowrose99

#raymond wadsworth x reader #raymond wadsworth #matthew gray gubler x reader #suburban gothic fanfic #matthew gray gubler #suburban gothic #raymond wadsworth smut #matthew gray gubler smut #mgg #mgg x reader #30 fics in 30 days

169 notes · View notes

dionnaea · 3 years

Text

Promises

pairing: kenny ackerman x reader (platonic), slight levi x reader

warnings: angst, character death, mild swearing

wc: 4.4k

a/n: so, so sorry this took so long!! i decided to combine these two requests and change them up a little, so i hope that’s okay! i’m really proud of this piece, so i hope you all enjoy it, too. xx

side note: technically this is a sequel to my other fic Pot Meet Kettle but it’s not entirely necessary to read that first.

requests:

Your writing’s so good I’m cryin’... Also, I’d LOVE to see what you have in mind for Kenny and Reader’s background! 👀 Were they both underground? was Reader already in the Corps when they met?? did she learn how to punch creeps from Kenny?? Plus I’m very curious about what he meant by her fixing broken hearts!

could you do a part 2 to the pot meet kettle levi fic? i really loved it and i think it would be cool if you could write a part 2 based off the kenny vs levi scene in season 3? like maybe kenny sees the reader and he's like good to see you again and levi is like mf what idk im not creative :(( sorry if this isn't enough

attack on titan masterlist | general masterlist

After Rod Reiss had been taken down, the scouts were sent to search the ruined fields for survivors. It was unlikely that any were left, but Erwin was adamant that no soldier would be left behind. You respected him for that, and went on your way to do your job.

As you wandered, you ran into a returning scout, someone you didn’t know the name of but were sure had been paired with the Captain for this mission. His head was down as he walked, like there was something he had seen that he shouldn’t have, and your mind began to fill with worries for Levi. Had something happened?

Making your steps slightly heavier in the grass so that he would notice you, the man finally looked up, quickly saluting to his superior. You brushed him off, instead getting down to business.

“Where’s Captain Levi, cadet?”

The man’s eyes darted away from your own before he answered. “Taking care of something, I think.”

You raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the soldier’s weary tone. “Oh? And what is he taking care of, might I ask?” Everything about this seemed peculiar, and you weren’t having it.

“I don’t know. Something… personal.” When he finally met your gaze, he relented, sacrificing the Captain’s privacy for his own sake, too scared to see what your reaction would be if he kept playing coy. “He’s that way, by the big oak tree,” he stated, pointing in the direction he came.

You squinted, making out the shadow of the tree in the setting sun. You dismissed the cadet, and quickly made your way towards Levi, his body becoming clearer as you approached. Once you were a reasonable distance away, you called out, but were met with silence. As your worry grew, you moved faster, only stopping when you realized what was going on.

Levi was kneeling, his body covering the person in front of him. It didn’t matter, you’d recognize those spurs anywhere.

“Kenny?” The name was uttered in disbelief, and as you stepped around Levi, your eyes grew wide with fear. “Kenny!”

Immediately, you jumped into action, your scout training taking hold of your body as you knelt by your friend. Your hands hovered over his burnt and bloodied body, not knowing where to start but ignoring the possibility that it was too late. “How… How do I help you? I-I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes were tearing up, and your breathing was getting ragged as you struggled to find some solution. “Please, Kenny, tell me how to help!”

“Kitten…” His voice was rough as he spoke, his usual tones of confidence and charisma gone. You met his half-closed eyes with your wet ones, begging for him to give you some answer, some, any sort of reassurance that things would be alright.

“Please,” you pleaded. You had never sounded this pitiful in your life, but you didn’t care, and as his shaking hand grabbed your own, a sob wracked your body. “Kenny, please. Please stay.” You couldn’t help, you knew that, but you hoped for once in his life he would listen to you.

His eyes began to shut, and his voice fell to a whisper as he said, “Stay safe, kitten.” With a barely there squeeze of your hand, his body went limp, his hand dropping from your grasp.

You stared in silence, shock overtaking you for a moment. But then, all you felt was anger. “No. No! You promised!” You were yelling at this point, fist reaching out to bang on Kenny’s chest in retaliation. A strong grip on your wrist stopped you, but you weren’t done. As if he could read your mind, Levi wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you back from the now dead man. You were screeching obscenities at both Kenny and Levi as you struggled to break free. Soon, your screams turned into sobs, and as you fell limp into Levi’s arms, you let out one last whimper, a last cry for help. “You promised.”

Later that night, as you pulled a camisole over your head, a knock sounded on your quarters’ door. Truthfully, you had absolutely no desire to talk to anyone. You had had a long day, you had just changed into your pajamas, and you weren’t in the mood to join your fellow soldiers in celebration. Still, you pulled the door open a few inches, hoping it would be someone you could easily send away. To your surprise, Levi stood outside dressed in plain clothes and hair wet from what you presumed was a shower. Even more surprising was the newly formed bruise on his cheekbone. The reddish-purple mark stood out against his normally flawless skin, and you found yourself staring, only Levi’s sharp voice bringing you back to reality.

“You did that, you know,” he commented with a blank face.

“What?” You opened the door a bit more, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

His left eyebrow cocked up just barely. “When you went berserk earlier. Before I managed to snag both of your wrists,” he explained. He reached up a hand to brush against his cheek. “Damn, you hit hard.”

You weren’t sure, but the tone in the man’s voice made you think that maybe, just maybe, he was trying to cheer you up. Against your will, the corners of your mouth turned up the slightest bit. “Did you expect anything less?” You quipped, wondering what his answer might be.

“No.” He shrugged. “Just surprised it took you this long to punch me in the face.”

At that, you let out a laugh. It was true, the man had managed to push every single one of your buttons during his time with the Scouting Regiment. The two of you were in constant conflict, arguments over the smallest things popping up out of nowhere. At some point, Erwin had decided that Mike would be the babysitter of you two, keeping you both in line during training and even more so during squad leader meetings. You started to smile at the memory, but when you remembered that Mike, like so many of the others you loved, was dead, your expression fell.

Moving your eyes to stare down at the uneven floorboards, you spoke quietly, but sincerely, “I’m sorry.”

Levi knew you weren’t just apologizing for hitting him but for everything, and as he studied your face, he made a decision. “Do you want some tea? I keep a special brand in my room.” It was the only thing he had to offer, and both you and him knew it.

You froze as you tried to figure out the best course of action. Follow the Captain to his room or mope around alone until you cry yourself to sleep? In the end, it was an easy choice. Still, your heart stuttered in your chest while you gained your composure. You took a breath before responding, “Um, sure.”

There was a beat of silence, as if the two of you were readying yourself to take on some new, mysterious foe. And in a way, you supposed, you were. About a month after Levi had joined the scouts, there had been an… incident of sorts. It wasn’t disastrous or anything like that, but Erwin had quickly ruled that the two of you weren’t allowed to be in the same room together without someone else present. A wise decision on his part, if you were being completely honest, and something that Levi nor you argued with in the slightest. But now, years later, it seemed both of you were ready to break that rule, Levi making the first move as he turned on his heel and waited to see if you would follow.

Out of all of the scouts, you were known to be the most stealthy. Mike was usually the only one who could sense you were coming, claiming you had a distinctly pleasant smell that his nose had no problem picking up on. One time, he had even claimed that you were the best smelling person in the Survey Corps, and you couldn’t help but swell with pride. Hange had whispered to you later that evening that that was his way of flirting, but you never took her seriously. You weren’t interested in dating anyways. No one had ever really caught your eye minus one man, but you always said it was more of a fascination than a crush.

Even your ODM gear seemed to be quieter than the rest, and you once managed to spook even the Commander when you landed on the same tree branch as him without him knowing. You naturally existed silently and sneakily so when Levi picked up on the sound of your sock-clad feet shuffling behind him, the pit of concern in his stomach grew.

Reaching his quarters, he unlocked the door wordlessly, holding it open so that you could enter first. Your eyes widened as you took in the space. First of all, it was much bigger than your room. While you only had a bedroom and bathroom to yourself like the other squad leaders, Levi had a small living area with a couch, small coffee table, and even a desk. There were papers neatly stacked on top of it, and the rest of the area was just as orderly, his tea kettle sitting in the exact center of the coffee table. Only when you sat down on the couch did you see the small fireplace he had. It was just big enough to fit a tea kettle over it, and that’s what Levi proceeded to do.

You let out a low whistle, capturing the man’s attention. “Wow. When did you get so important?” You asked, motioning lazily about the room with your hand.

Levi scoffed and placed a hand casually on his hip. “Erwin gave it to me when he moved into the Commander’s quarters. Reward for the highest kill count or something like that.” His voice was so nonchalant that for a moment, you didn’t realize that he was insulting you. No, you thought, it was more of a tease than an insult.

Now it was your turn to scoff, well aware that your fellow Captain was just trying to get a reaction out of you. Levi watched as you rolled your eyes playfully, firelight glinting off of your irises. Had they always been such a pretty color?

The whistle of the kettle broke him out of his reverie, and he swiftly turned back to take it off of the heat. When he brought it back to the table, he was pleasantly surprised that you had already prepared the teacups, him only having to pour the water in and wait for it to steep. Hesitantly, he moved around the table to take a seat next to you, wondering when the two of you were ever this close. The events of the day popped into his head, and he did his best to ignore the fact that the thing he remembered the most about it was you being in his arms. Still, a question had been lingering in his mind, and he figured now was the best time to ask it.

“Y/N,” he started, and you looked over with wide eyes at the use of your first name. You honestly weren’t aware that he even knew you had a first name. “Can I ask you a question?” You knew what was coming, but you forced yourself to nod anyways, giving him silent permission to know your secrets. “How do you know Kenny Ackerman?”

It was a loaded question, and you let out a breath as you tried to figure out the best way to tell the story without getting either you or Kenny into trouble. Even the secrets of a dead man needed to be protected sometimes. Despite it all occurring years ago, the government’s threat towards you regarding the release of information hung heavily in your mind. Both you and Levi would be in danger if you revealed too much. He could swear himself to secrecy, and you would trust him, but the risk would never be worth the reward. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, worrying your lip as you thought of how to start to explain.

“Well,” you bit the inside of your cheek, gathering your nerves before continuing, “About a year and a half before you joined the scouts, I got myself into a bit of trouble.” He raised an eyebrow in surprise as you were widely thought to be the most well behaved and well intentioned scout there was. He thought he was the only person who could get you riled up, your scoldings from the other squad leaders and the Commander always leading back to him. You sent him a small grin. “I wasn’t always the goody two shoes I am now, Levi.”

“Anyways, it became kind of a big deal in the Capital, and a lot of higher-ups were calling for my head.” You let out a light chuckle. “Imagine just turning 19 and having almost every MP looking for you. Scary stuff.”

“Wait.” Levi held up a hand to stop you before you could continue. The story had just started, but he was already having trouble believing that this was the truth. If not for the darkness that rested just behind your eyes, he would’ve called bullshit as soon as you said your first sentence. “What exactly did you do?”

You looked away from the intensity of his gaze for a moment, an internal debate raging on inside your head. With a sigh, you relented. “I… I can’t tell you everything, but let’s just say it had to do with a certain Premier and confidential papers being stolen from his office.” Levi’s eyes grew wide, and you took that as a sign to continue. “No one knows except Commander Erwin, but I spent most of my teenage years in the Underground. I was born within Wall Sina, so I had papers to be up top, but I much preferred being below gro—”

“Why?” Levi was quick to cut you off, his expression hard and tone almost offended.

“My parents owned land in Wall Sina, and when they died, they left none of it to me, so folk got the idea in their head that I was a problem child. I wasn’t wanted there, so I left.” You shrugged, and Levi’s face softened. “I admit, the Underground wasn’t easy, but I was quick on my feet and smart for my age. I survived and I survived by myself. Help wasn’t something I wanted, but when you’re suddenly being chased by the royal government, it becomes something you need. That’s how I found Kenny, and it’s why I owe him my life.”

It had been a week since you had completed your assignment, already turning in the materials to the man who had hired you and returning back to your comfortable life underground. All had seemed to go swimmingly, and your confidence had grown tenfold. The feeling of being unstoppable was addictive, and you craved the sensation of that feeling again. You let your thoughts drift to what you could accomplish next, but sudden screams quickly snapped you out of your daydream. Straightening in your chair, you peeked out of the window of the tavern you currently resided in. Fear grew in your chest at what you saw.

Standing right outside were five MP’s, fully equipped with ODM gear and holding up a wanted poster with a poorly drawn sketch of your face on it. It was clear that they were asking for your whereabouts, and you were thankful to see that every person was shaking their heads to say no, they had no idea. Even with the solidarity of your fellow Underground citizens, you knew you had to get out of there and away from the sharp swords that hung off of the men’s waists. Before you could move, though, two of the men entered the bar, their eyes sweeping over the patrons.

Right before their eyes could meet your frightened ones, your world was encased in darkness, the only light you could see coming from below you. You blinked, trying to understand what exactly just happened, but soon realized that a large hat had been placed over your head. Carefully, you lifted the brim so that you could see, and were met with the piercing silver stare of a man a good amount of years older than you. Apparently your confusion showed on your face because he quickly pushed the hat back down so that it shaded your features.

He spoke in a quiet voice, only letting you be privy to whatever information he was about to share. “I’d keep that on if I were you, kitten. Don’t want the MP’s seeing your face, now do we?” You didn’t dare speak, but quickly shook your head, showing him you were listening and following instructions. “Good,” he dragged out the vowel, and the table shook as he placed his leg onto the table. Were those cowboy boots and spurs? You were pretty sure people only wore those in stories. “Now,” he stated, “We’re just gonna have a nice, pleasant conversation. Lots of giggles, ya hear me?” You nodded, the hat moving up and down your forehead.

As the man started spewing nonsense, you did your best to play along, laughing like he said to and keeping your face covered as best you could. You could hear the MP’s getting closer to your table over the man’s rowdy voice, and the hand gripping your drink began to shake in fear. Smoothly, the man took your hand in his, making some weird comment about how soft it was. You frowned. Your hands weren’t soft at all. What was with this guy?

The realization of what his plan was smacked you in the face, and you let out light giggles in response, putting on your most fake voice as you thanked him for the compliment. The things you were saying to each other became sickly sweet, so much so that you almost laughed at one point. As the soldiers approached your table, the mysterious man leaned in close, his alcoholic breath fanning over your face. Calmly, he swept the hat off of your head and placed it so that it covered both of your faces from the men who were now only a couple of feet away.

A swift kick from under the table spurred you into action, and you let out a girlish moan followed by an exaggerated giggle. He followed suit, making a comment about how nice your lips were. If it were any other situation, you would punch this man in the face, but for right now, you’d listen to every command he gave you. From behind the hat you heard one of the MP’s mumble about ‘couples these days’ with a gagging noise coming from the other. With one last lovesick comment from the man in front of you, the MP’s retreated, leaving the tavern with muttered curses leaving their lips.

Your savior leaned back into his chair, a smirk adoring his features as he placed his hat back on his head. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, you in shock and him in some state of glee. You decided to speak first.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Kenny.” He kicked his other leg up on the table with a thwack! as the spur hit the cracked wood. The silence grew again, but this time you were at a loss for words. Sure, his name was Kenny, but was that all he was going to say? Apparently not, but when he spoke up again, it was entirely unhelpful. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You frowned, unamused. “Maybe for you. I should punch you for some of the things you said. Strange men shouldn’t talk to unassuming ladies like that.” Your tone was laced with a bit of sarcasm, and he guffawed.

“I don’t think fugitives from the crown can be considered ladies,” he shot back, and you huffed. His face grew serious. “I’ve been watching you for a while, kitten.”

You raised your eyebrows at the nickname. “It’s Y/N, and, uh, what?” Once again, this man completely took you by surprise.

He shrugged. “You may not know it yourself, kitten, but you’re well known down here in the Underground. A mysterious girl who arrives without a sound, stealing from the above-grounders and sharing the wealth with the rest of us? You’re practically a legend; some people don’t even believe you’re real, but those that do would protect you with their life.”

This was all news to you. Yes, those were things that you did, but people recognized you for it? You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked quickly as you tried to puzzle the situation out. “I…” You struggled for words.

Kenny held up a hand. “It’s true whether you believe it or not… But, it seems that you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew this time, my friend. Stealing from the Premier? Tsk, tsk.” His tone was more playful than condescending, and you gave him a weary grin.

You sighed and finally relaxed back into your own chair, studying the man’s face. It showed his experience rather than his age, and you wondered just exactly who he was. Taking a chance, you pried for more information. You hated being in the dark. “So, you didn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

His smile grew at your curiosity, crooked teeth appearing under chapped lips. “Someone who can help you. If you want it, that is. It seems clear you like to work on your own.” There was a challenge laced into his words, and you wondered what the right decision was. On one hand, getting involved with someone else, someone else you knew nothing about at that, was a dangerous game. On the other, you were in trouble and you needed all the help you could get.

Taking a chance, you slowly nodded. “Okay. What do you have in mind?”

He explained his plan. The MP’s didn’t know your name, so it would be easy to get above ground using your old Wall Sina papers. After you expressed your concern and with a chuckle, he dismissed their drawing of you, stating that once you got above ground and cleaned up, you would be unrecognizable from your old self. Then, with his next words, you lost your confidence in his plan.

“You want me… to join the Survey Corps?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Uh, no way. That’s right under the government’s noses!”

He brushed you off. “Eh, not really. The government already dislikes the Corps. They’re not gonna care who’s in it; they figure you’ll all die soon enough.” At that, you gave him a very blank stare, and he just laughed, stealing a swig from your mug. “You’ll be fine. You don’t seem like the dying type.”

It was true, you had escaped the jaws of death on multiple occasions, but you weren’t in the business of actively riding towards your demise. That seemed plain idiotic to you, and you made that known. “This isn’t a joke. It’s my life on the line,” you countered.

With a swift movement, his legs were off of the table and his body was leaning in towards yours, the weight on his elbows making the table creak. His eyes turned dark, levelling your gaze. “It’s your life either way. Would you rather die by the hands of the Military Police after they’ve done God-knows-what to you? Or would you rather die on your own terms, possibly fighting for Humanity’s freedom?”

It was a good question, a fair question, and one you immediately knew the answer to. You sucked in a breath as you resigned yourself to your new fate. “So, how do we do this?”

With another grin, Kenny explained the rest of his plan. It really wasn’t a bad idea, and you were grateful for the help. But still uncertainty settled in your stomach.

The day you were to join the Corps, Kenny had told you he would meet you before you left. You hadn’t seen him in about a week, and in that time, you had completely changed yourself, moving up top, getting a haircut, and finally wearing clean, untorn clothes. It was weird and different, but a part of you enjoyed it. This was a new start, you had chosen to believe.

“Kitten!” You turned towards the easily recognizable voice with a roll of your eyes, but the playful smile that toyed with your lips gave away your true feelings. “Give me a spin!” He requested, and when you did, he let out a loud whistle. “Damn, you really look like you belong up here.”

You raised your eyebrows with a grin. “That’s the point, right?”

“Precisely, my friend, precisely.” Slinging an arm over your shoulders, he began to walk with you towards where the ferry would pick you up. His pace was slow, obviously not in a rush to say goodbye, and you felt the same. Somehow, the two of you had grown close over the past month. Even with all of the secrets you both kept from each other, there was an air of freedom when you were in the other’s presence. No lies, no false personalities, just friendship.

It was refreshing, to say the least.

For once, you both were quiet as you walked. The weight of the future hung over both of you, pressing your mouths shut. He managed to speak first, his voice cracking for the first time since you met him and giving away his true emotions.

“Stay safe, kitten.” The words were serious, and something in him couldn’t stand to let that be the last thing he said. “You’ll kick those Titans’ asses.”

Normally, you’d laugh, or at least smile, at his cheesy jokes. Instead, you stopped walking and turned until you both faced each other, looking up to meet his eyes. With a swallow, you asked something of him that you knew was unfair, was selfish, was wrong. Yet, you still asked, knowing Kenny wouldn’t hold it against you.

“Promise me you won’t die before me.”

His eyes softened in understanding, crinkles forming around their edges as he gave you the most gentle of smiles. He knew what you needed to hear, knew it would be a lie, knew you’d hate him for it. But, he said it anyway.

“I promise.”

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #kenny ackerman #kenny ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #mere writes

235 notes · View notes

lunaverseimagine · 4 years

Text

Nightmares

Prompt: Can I just hold your hand from Sarah’s (@yourssuccubus) 400 follower writing challenge!! Congratulations again <3

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred has been having nightmares ever since the war but they only seem to be getting worse. Will the reader’s comforting be enough for him?

Warnings: Angst (oopsies), nightmares

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: @flyingserpxnt @pcseidcnsvoid @cherrycolakxsses @strawberriesonsummer @haphazardhufflepuff @aaannabbanana @schlongbottom @wand3ringr0s3 @hemmoporro @fishstick-knows @sxphiiwrld Fic:

You woke to the feeling of something moving against your arm. Rolling over in bed, you saw Fred’s arm twitching against your own. His hair was stuck to his head, and tears slid down his cheeks, soaking the pillow.

“Fred?” You shook his arm gently but he showed no sign of waking, tears continuing to leak from the corners of his eyes. You leaned closer to his ear and raised your voice as you said “Freddie, wake up!” His eyelids flew open and you watched as his face changed from a display of sadness to a closed book: jaw clenched, eyes downcast. You were still holding his arm where you’d shook it, your thumb gliding up and down his clammy skin. This happened at least a few times a week, and Fred was always embarrassed. You never knew how to convince him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, that you wanted to help him work through it.

“It’s ok Fred, it happens to all of us.” You said softly, placing a light kiss to his shoulder.

“I don’t see you crying in your sleep y/n.” With that, Fred shook your hand off his arm and got up from the bed, grabbing a pillow. His hair was messy, sticking up at the back, and his cheeks were lined with tear-tracks. The sight felt like a weight in your stomach. “I’ll sleep on the sofa so I don’t disturb you.” He refused to look you in the eye.

“Freddie, please don’t. Stay here, I want you next to me.” You watched as his posture softened almost imperceptibly. You shuffled across the bed, making your way to the edge he was standing next to. Kneeling in front of him so that you were face-to-face, you cupped his cheeks gently in your hands. “Please.” You pressed your lips to his, and he hesitated before responding. After a moment his lips moved in time with yours, just like you were used to. This felt right. This felt like home. Your hand moved to take the pillow back from him and he didn’t resist as you removed it from his grip, placing it on the bed. Breaking the kiss, you moved to your side of the bed to give Fred room, and he silently climbed back in, lying to face away from you. You pressed your body against his back, arm holding his waist tightly. Your lips pressed soft kisses between his shoulder blades and you felt him relax into you.

“I love you Freddie.” You whispered to the darkness.

There was a long pause, almost too long, and you felt your insides tightening before you heard his sweet reply.

“I love you too y/n/n.”

Nothing had been the same between you and your childhood sweetheart since the war. You felt like you were treading on eggshells around him, always trying to say and do the right thing so you didn’t make his sadness worse. As far as you knew he hadn’t spoken to anyone about what he’d been through, his near death experience. And yet you knew it haunted him every time he closed his eyes. You wished he’d open up to you, let you help, but he never did, and every day you felt more and more unsure of whether your relationship would survive like this.

For four consecutive nights Fred had had nightmares. There had never been so many in a row before, and you couldn’t think of a reason why they were getting worse. Logical or not, the twist in your stomach was undeniable as you were awoken for the fourth night in a row. You didn’t understand: time was supposed to bring healing, not this repeated agony. You just wanted Fred to be ok, wished there was something you could do to help. At least you’d always been able to convince Fred to stay in bed with you where you could hold him - always, until now.

“Y/n, we can’t keep doing this.” Fred’s eyes were bloodshot as he sat up in bed, you sitting next to him, hand resting on his thigh. “It’s not fair on you.”

You squeezed his thigh in an attempt to reassure him. “Fair? I don’t care about fair Freddie, I just want you to be ok. Do you- do you maybe want to talk about it? About your dreams, I mean?” You desperately searched his face for a sign that this would be the night he’d let you in, but instead he let out a dry laugh that made your blood run cold.

“It’s not your problem. It shouldn’t be your problem y/n.” He shook his head, staring down at his lap and fiddling with the duvet that lay messily on top of you both. Almost to himself, he repeated “It shouldn’t be your problem.” You felt your eyes start to sting and you furiously blinked the tears away.

“I want to share everything with you Fred. Everything. That means good and bad, don’t you get it?” You took hold of his hand, tracing patterns on it with your thumbs as you silently urged him to look at you. He didn’t. “We’re a team, we’re supposed to deal with this together.”

“Y/n, I love you, but Merlin,” his voice cracked with a sadness that you were only used to seeing while he was asleep, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Your thumbs stilled against his hand, thoughts freezing and then playing at high speed. He can’t be- is he breaking up with you?

“You don’t have to do this alone.” Your voice was breaking too but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Fred chose not to respond, instead standing up without turning to look at you. Somehow you knew, knew that this time he wouldn’t come back to bed.

“I’ll stay with George while I figure this out.” He was almost at the doorway, you still in bed. Him still not looking at you. What were you supposed to do? How could you fix this? It seemed that he’d already made up his mind, already built his walls to be impenetrable. You stopped thinking logically, all you knew is that you wanted as much time with him as he was willing give you.

“Can you- Can you just hold my hand Freddie? One last time?” Finally his eyes met yours. Finally he was seeing you, not just looking but seeing: what you were going through, how you’d been hurting too. How this would only hurt you more. But would it be enough to make him stay? He stayed rooted to the spot.

Tentatively you placed your feet on the floor, pushing yourself up from the bed. You were still looking into Fred’s eyes, willing him to keep seeing you. One foot in front of the other, slowly, as though you were afraid to spook him. The only sounds in the room were your light footsteps against the hardwood floor and the sounds of you and Fred breathing. After what felt like an eternity, you reached the doorway where Fred stood. Your faces were inches apart, breath mixing in the air between you. Neither of you dared look away, dared move your faces apart, but you didn’t move them together either, stuck in this twisted limbo. You moved your hand forwards, fingers reaching for Fred’s. Finally they grazed his skin, and it was like the spell between you had been broken. He clasped your hand tightly, then held the other one too, before crashing his lips against yours. You let out a slight moan against his lips, all the feelings you’d been bottling up coming to the surface. This just spurred him to deepen your connection, kissing you harder, tongue flicking into your mouth. You lost yourself in him, this man who you’d known for so long and yet sometimes felt that you hardly knew at all. This man who you loved. This man who you wanted to stay. That thought brought sense back to you and you broke the kiss, heavy breathing filling the room.

Your hands were still holding Fred’s, afraid to let go. You rested your forehead on his, searching his eyes. You built up the courage to ask the question you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer to.

“What- what did that mean?”

Fred gulped, pulling his hands away from you and retreating further into the doorway. Your heart was thumping, and you had an overwhelming urge to cry or scream or fall to your knees as Fred spoke the words that broke your heart.

“That was goodbye.”

End

Part 2 here

A/N: So apparently angst is becoming a theme of mine... Thank you for reading, please don’t hate me xD I’m actually quite proud of this fic; it took me a while to write and has been through a lot of editing so I’d really appreciate feedback if you enjoyed it! It’s the likes, reblogs, and comments that inspire me to keep making content <3 Feel free to check out my writing challenge or other fics, I hope you’re having a good day/night! ~Lee

412 notes · View notes

sweet-by-and-by · 3 years

Text

You Will Always Be Fond of Me

summary: Arthur, Dutch, and John take on a stage robbery to bring in some cash for the gang. Entry for the first round of Saturday's @red-dead-rodeo!

characters: Dutch Van Der Linde, Arthur Morgan, John Marston

warnings: two seconds of somewhat graphic blood & violence

a/n: An unpolished, lightly edited Rodeo piece from this weekend! It was my first Rodeo and it was so much fun, check out their page and follow to join in on the next one!

AO3

The sun beat down hot on his back, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck. They’d been lying face down in the dirt for hours waiting for their mark, the black leather of his hat doing no favours in keeping him cool.

“You sure about this?” John asked for the thousandth time, squirming where he rest on the ground. He adjusted the too-big hat on his head, pushing the brim back so he could see.

“Of course I’m sure about this,” Dutch snapped back, losing his cool for a moment. Arthur couldn’t blame him, hell he’d lost his own after the second time John asked. “I’ve told you, son, the key to any good robbery is patience.”

John huffed at his answer, taking his hat from his head to fan himself dramatically. “Didn’t realize robbing was going to come with so much sitting around.”

Arthur reached around and cuffed him on the back of the head, smacking his skull with a satisfying thwap. John cried out in annoyance, dropping his hat and cradling his head. He glared back at Arthur, met with the man’s own ire filled stare.

“Would you shut the hell up,” Arthur spat. “We’re all hot and tired, John, give it a damn rest.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur spotted their target: a lavish coach driving down the isolated roads near the Lower Montana.

He whistled quickly, drawing the other men’s attention to the oncoming mark. They hunkered down to their rifles, watching the coach through the sights of their scopes.

“Nice and easy,” Dutch said, the timbre of his voice steady and low. “Remember the plan. Arthur, you take out the driver first. John, get up and get ready to ride down and stop those horses once they’re spooked. Let’s keep this nice and clean, boys.”

Arthur nodded curtly, glancing briefly at John and gesturing towards his horse. “You keep that pistol handy, boy. Ain’t lookin’ to save your ass like last time.”

John frowned at the reminder, kicking up dirt as he rose to his feet. “You ever gonna let that go?” he rasped, his voice breaking on the uptick.

Arthur smirked, taking pleasure in the small moment of John’s embarrassment. “Sure, once you prove you can handle yourself.”

“That’s enough,” Dutch intervened. “Both of you, get ready. We ain’t got time for messin around, the stage is almost in the pass.”

Arthur focused himself, staring down the barrel at the oncoming coach. He took a few breaths to steady his aim, watching as the doomed riders entered the mouth of the rocky enclosure.

Once they were far enough in that they couldn’t turn back, Arthur set his sights on the stage’s driver and fired. Through the lens of the scope, he watched the man slump and fall off his seat. He slammed back the bolt, loading another bullet in the chamber and taking out the shotgun rider before the man realized his fate.

He listened as John spurred his horse forward, taking off down to the pass at breakneck speed. If there was one thing little John Marston could do, it was ride like the wind.

Returning his attention to the task at hand, Arthur took down the remaining guards, grimacing as he watched them search frantically for their attackers. Once they were done, no survivors left to flee, he set down his rifle and hoisted himself up.

“Nicely done,” Dutch remarked, an air of admiration to his tone that made Arthur’s pride swell. “Now let’s get after John.”

They mounted their horses and descended the overlook, searching for John at the other end of the pass. Arthur spotted him quickly, riding alongside the coach to catch up to the horses.

“Should we ride down and help him?” Arthur asked, pointing at the boy to get Dutch’s attention.

“Let’s not,” Dutch waved him off, a mischievous grin stretching his lips, “let’s see how long it takes him to get that thing stopped.”

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head at his mentor’s games. He’d been through enough of them to know the kid would be fine with Dutch and his peculiar lessons. Might even make an outlaw of him in the end.

They watched on as John caught up with the horses, making their way down to the pass at a near leisurely pace. Both men were surprised when they saw John pull his foot from the stirrups, perching himself on his saddle before launching at the stage, clinging desperately onto the side of the wagon.

“That damn fool!” Arthur cried, digging his heels into the belly of his horse and taking off after John. He rode hard, leaving Dutch in the dust as he bolted to John.

He lost sight of the kid as he rode down the pass, focusing on getting to the mouth as quickly as he could. Finally reaching flat ground, he skidded around the corner and into the pass, lifting his gaze to look for the stage.

His jaw almost dropped when he saw the coach stopped, John sat atop of the driver’s seat with a break barrel across his lap and a smug smirk across his face. Arthur pulled back the reins, bringing himself to a stop in front of the haltered horses.

“Told’ya I ain’t just some idiot,” John boasted, leaning back in his seat and resting his heels on the foothold.

“You got one job right,” Arthur grunted, “that don’t make you a genius, just makes you lucky.”

John rolled his eyes, his smirk twisting into a frown at Arthur’s words. “You can’t give me even one measly win,” he started, his brows furrowing as he geared up for an argument.

“Boys,” Dutch interrupted, riding up behind Arthur. “I told you, that’s enough. Now get to the lock box before someone else comes along.”

John hopped down from the seat, racing to the side of the coach to beat Arthur to the lockbox. He stooped down to reach underneath, looking for a secured metal chest filled with their take.

Before he could search any further, the door of the coach flew open wide, one final guard making his untimely move. Arthur pulled his rifle up quickly, shooting clean through the man’s arm raised to aim a pistol at John.

Blood sprayed across the ground and the man dropped from the stage, clutching his forearm and screaming in pain. John scrambled back urgently, chest heaving as adrenaline raced through his body.

Dutch swung down from the saddle, drawing his revolver and storming towards the man.

He kicked the guard onto his back, crushing his throat with the toe of his boots. Dutch stared down the barrel aimed at the man’s head, instant hatred twisting his expression into something menacing and vile.

Arthur dropped from his mount and rushed to John, confident that Dutch had this handled. He couldn’t help but draw his own sidearm, keeping an eye trained on Dutch as he fell to his knees next to John.

“Burn in hell,” the guard croaked, barely audible past the force of Dutch’s boot. “You’re monsters, all of ‘ya.”

“We may be monsters in your pitiful, small mind,” Dutch hissed, “but I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

The flash of a gunshot ripped through the air, John squeezing his eyes shut at the sound. Arthur shifted in front of him, crowding his vision and shielding him from the sight of the man’s brains smeared in the dirt.

Dutch lowered his gun and looked back at Arthur, blood splattered across his vest and shirt sleeve. The barrel glinted in the sunlight as he slipped it back into the holster, using his other hand to slick the pomade coated strands of hair back into place.

Dutch turned on his heel, closing the gap between him and John. He extended a hand to pull John to his feet, still clearly in shock as he reached out to Dutch. Over John’s shoulder, Dutch motioned to Arthur, wordlessly commanding him to clear out the loot of the stage.

Once their take was strapped over the back of Arthur’s horse, they mounted their steeds and rode back to camp, excited to share their success with the others. And if John lingered at the fringes of the night’s celebrations, shaken up by the near-miss against his life, Arthur would be sure to offer him comfort in the darkness of their tent.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption fanfic #red dead redemption fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #ficlet #red dead rodeo #reddeadrodeo #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #john marston #early gang days #young arthur morgan #young john marston #young dutch van der linde #my fic

25 notes · View notes

thinking1bee · 3 years

Text

Changed Part 2

Requested by Anonymous

Parings: Lena Luthor x Reader

Tags: Violence, Angst, Mentions of Death, PTSD and Anxiety, War, Fluff, Humor

Everything Taglist: @sammy90682 @nobody13 @owloftheshadows @captain-josslett @camslightstories @worldovart @finleyfray @acertainredhead

Getting reacclimated to civilian life was harder than you anticipated. The fear of being attacked when no one was going to assault you was unlike anything that you’d ever experience. It was like hearing whispers in your brain, telling you to constantly be on guard no matter how safe your environment was. Any loud noice was like a bomb. Any bright light was like a flash bang. It was hard living in fear, living on the defensive when there wasn’t a need to be. Lena, though, was with you every step of the way. There were days where she spent the night with you in your apartment when you asked, and then when you needed your space, she would always reassure you that she was just a phone call away. You didn’t know why Lena stuck around through all the anger and irritability. You don’t know why she stuck through the random bursts of rage or the flinching whenever she got nearby. You didn’t know why she would even bother dealing with someone so broken. She would always say that it was because she loved you, but you knew that there was only so much one person could take. You hated being fragmented, your shards jagged and strewn in scattered places that you never seemed to find. You hated that the continued therapy sessions that you were taking weren’t helping as fast as you thought they would. You were as beaten as the day you were airlifted from the battlefield, and every inch of you despised it.

Falling asleep was a nightmare and staying asleep was damn near impossible. You could never stay asleep for long, no matter how many drugs you were prescribed or how often you took them. Memories of dead bodies littering the desert sand had you waking up in a puddle of sweat every time and you shivered as their lifeless faces haunted the shadows of your mind. Every time you woke up gasping from a horrible dream, your first instinct was always to check your surroundings, to make sure that you weren’t in the hands of the enemy or worse, surrounded by the bodies of your platoon. Your heart would be in your throat, beating hard and only fueling the adrenaline you felt, and the moment that you realized that you were all alone, you would cry. Hot tears would spill down your face because in addition to the fear, guilt would sweep over you in strong waves, reminding you that this was your punishment for surviving what others had not. You would cry and cry and cry, until you couldn’t anymore. Then you would isolate yourself, tending to your emotion and mental wounds by yourself. You didn’t want to be seen like this. It was a disgrace.

Lena was always the one to keep you from falling too deep into the rabbit hole. She always made sure that you didn’t turn to vices to try and numb the pain. She always made sure that you weren’t a danger to yourself. As a girlfriend, she took on more responsibility than what was fair, and you tried to keep that in mind. Never had you wanted to be a burden nor take advantage of her, but she was always there, making sure that you were well taken care of. Even now, she was opening all the blinds to let in the sunlight, and you watched as the setting sun illuminated the dark living room. Lena was off from work and quite early given the nights you know she’ll would put it weren’t it for you, and even as she gave you a reassuring smile, you still couldn’t help the regret that you felt for interrupting her life.

“Hey Y/n, when’s the last time you showered?” she asked, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to think hard. You couldn’t remember honestly, another delightful symptom of the PTSD. You remembered the times when you could recall almost anything you wanted. Now it was like the hard drive of what was left of your mind would get wiped frequently and it sucked. Lena took your silence as an answer and she leaned down slowly, as to not spook you, and kissed your forehead sweetly.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up while I get dinner started?” she suggested, and you nodded.

You got up from the couch and made your way to the bathroom, and pausing before going inside, looked at her.

“Lena, if you ever decided that you didn’t want to stick around anymore, I would understand.”

Lena smiled but still shook her head. It was something you said to her rather often, your way of reminding her that she had a way out, but her answer was always the same. She would just smile and shake her head. You’re slow to get undressed. It was your least favorite part about showering. The mirror above the sink had newspaper taped over it so you couldn’t see your reflection. The scars on your body made you hate the skin you were in and every time you saw them, you would dissolve into tears. They were ugly, another token from war, and there were few days where you were apathetic towards them, and then there were many, many, days when you never wanted to see them again. You hid every inch of your skin behind sweats and long sleeved shirts. As far as you were concerned, if you didn’t see them then they didn’t exist. Except that line of thinking never worked when you had to shower. You closed your eyes as you nervously undressed and you moved as fast as you could into the hot, cascading water of your shower. You let the droplets wash over you. Their warmth chafed away the bitter cold that seemed to settle into your bones as of late and you closed your eyes as she heat warmed your finger and toes. You let your mind go blank and took several deep breaths on and out. You were doing good, and almost relaxed, until you became hyper aware of the water hitting your skin, and the more you focused on the droplets, the more it felt like grains of sand against you. The next thing you knew, you were back in the desert, and the steam from the shower felt like sweltering desert heat against your brow. Shadows floated behind closed eye lids and you forced them open right before the bodies could come into view, and right before you almost vomited on your feet. You threw yourself out of the shower, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet, and laid there panting as the stress fueled adrenaline continued to make your world sway chaotically. Puddles of water soaked the bathroom floor as you swallowed down gulps of air in attempt to slow your heart. You couldn’t do this. It was a bad idea, so after getting on shaky feet, you turned the shower off and got dressed as fast as you could.

You returned to the kitchen to find that Lena made homemade chicken soup, and though you weren’t hungry, you forced yourself to take a few bites. Though Lena wasn’t trying to make it obvious, you could tell that every so often she would steal glasses at the bowl between your hands to make sure that you were eating properly. She knew that you wouldn’t finish the whole thing, but as long as you finished most of it, she considered it a victory. After a while, you slowed down before stopping altogether, and the soup settled heavily in your stomach.

“Good job, baby girl,” Lena said genuinely as she placed a warm hand on top of yours. You smiled sheepishly at her gentle offering of praise and you helped her to clean up. It was dark now, and you dreaded going to sleep. Twisting your fingers nervously together, you faced Lena who turned to look at you.

“Lena, do you mind staying with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

She gave you her signature bright smile and nodded. “Of course.”

It was only a 20 minutes later when Lena had changed into her pajamas and you were snuggled against her under the blankets on your bed. Lena held you close to her, your back against her front, as her arms wrapped around you with warmth and security. With her here, your eyes drifted close instantly as you floated down the lazy river of unconsciousness.

***

Lena was jarred awake. The feeling of you struggling within her hold had her eyes flying open and her body out of the bed in an instant. She could see how your eyes moved wildly behind closed eyelids and how taut your body was. You mumbled something before immediately gasping and swiping aggressively at your arms. Fire. Lena knew immediately that you were having a nightmare. You relived the same scene again and again in your head and it was always when the vehicle blew up with you in it, and you were engulfed in fire.

The last time that she tried to wake you up, she had done so forcefully on accident. She was spurred on by her fear of what was happening. The ending result had ended up with you putting her in a chokehold on accident. You didn’t forgive yourself for days. So, she tried a different method that she had found on the internet. With a clear and calm voice, she called your name.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t respond immediately. Your head jerked to the side as you continued to put out the flames that weren’t there.

“Y/n, I need you to wake up.”

You woke up gasping, your eyes searching your surroundings subconsciously for threats as you immediately threw off your sweatshirt in fear.

“Y/n, you’re home. There’s no fire and it’s just you and me. You’re safe,” Lena said over and over. She repeated it as many times as needed until she saw you calm down a little.

You were suffocating. You could taste the smoke in your mouth, the arid atmosphere crisp and dry and so very, very hot. You could smell burning flesh and what you wanted more than anything was to run. You didn’t care where. You just wanted to run away from the fire and the burning pain in your body. But you listened to Lena’s level voice. You let it ground you and you hung on to every word. Her promise that everything was safe was what calmed you down. You were safe. You weren’t being dragged from the burning remains of your vehicle. You had fallen asleep in your girlfriend’s arms.

While your breathing never slowed, you did eventually stop swiping at your arms and your gasps turned into sobs. Lena watched you, her heart aching for you, as you folded in on yourself and hid your face in hands.

“Can I hold you?” she asked, and you nodded frantically as you shuddered hard. You felt the bed dip, followed by arms encircling you softly. She kissed you tenderly and you buried your face into her neck.

“I kept seeing them!” you wailed. “I saw all of them. It’s was nothing but faces and fire, and they were grabbing me, pulling me in. I couldn’t fight them!”

Lena was on the verge of crying as she continued to hug you close. Snapping you out of a nightmare was the worse, but more damage would have been done if she hadn’t woken you up at all. Her hand rubbed your back soothingly as you cried it out. You were so scared. The fire felt like hands that were pulling you straight to hell, and no matter how hard you fought, you were powerless against the force that kept dragging you. The faces were what always lingered. Grotesque and grisly images of your fallen friends tortured you in your sleep, and every time you saw them, they would manage to always look worse than the previous night.

You cried until nothing more came out, until there were no more tears, no more gasps, and when it all finally stopped, you felt numb. Lena released you to look at your body. You were drenched in sweat. Droplets if it trickled down the side of your head and you shivered as your undershirt clung wetly to your skin.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Lena helped you change, and she helped you gently to drink some water. You gulped it down, sighing in relief as the dryness in your throat went away. You settled back into the bed with her by your side, but you were still too on edge to close your eyes. Sleep wouldn’t be coming soon so you lie there as Lena cuddled you close.

“Thanks for being here,” you whispered, and you felt her kiss the back of your head.

“Of course. I’m not going anywhere.”

#supergirl fanfic #lena luthor #reader insert #violence #angst #death #PTSD #anxiety #fluff #humor

59 notes · View notes

asphyxiateher · 3 years

Text

Only Monsters Come Out at Night

A/N: Debating on whether or not I should put this on AO3. Thoughts? Do I need to edit what I have before posting on my favorite website? Anyways, I’m really into horror and I’d like to try my hand at focusing on MC’s descent into madness while falling for her captors. Dimitrescu Sisters x OFC (Desdemona) Summary: Desdemona, her twin brother and best friend are on vacation in Romania when things go horribly wrong the moment they run out of gas. Desdemona has the misfortune of enchanting the monsters that decided to terrorize her group.

It was a cold, pitch black night in the northeastern mountainous region of Romania, a heavy fog enveloping the roads which made it nearly impossible for any source of light to pierce through the gloom. This did not bode well for Desdemona and her friends as they dared to venture through the treacherous weather in order to reach their destination. The humble village of Bran should have been a welcome sight by now although from where the unlucky travelers were currently stranded, Desdemona had her doubts. To make matters worse, her best friend, Veronica, shoved a crumpled map of Brasov, Romania into her boyfriend’s hands and demanded answers. Her hot-headed friend was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

“Desmond, are you sure we’re headed in the right direction? None of this seems to make sense!”, Veronica exclaimed as she nervously rummaged through her shoulder bag for yet another cigarette. She struggled to light her cigarette this time, the harsh winter’s wind blowing hard against her bare hands caused them to shake violently.

Desmond sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his messy chestnut brown hair, pushing wild dark curls away from his eyes.

“You think the shopkeeper gave us the wrong directions to fuck with us because we’re tourists? I knew we were gonna get shit signal out here in the bum fuck middle of nowhere but come on, the old guy looked knowledgeable. Can’t blame me for trustin’ him.” Desmond casually replied with a shrug. He then took a moment to straighten the map again before folding it neatly and tucking it into his pocket.

Desdemona was of the same mind as her twin. It seemed likely that the locals would be completely burnt out from the flocks of American tourists invading their hometown just to squawk about the castle that inspired Bram Stoker’s Dracula. How exhausting it must be to constantly point out where to go to book a tour or who to call to arrange such things when the internet exists. In hindsight, Desdemona should have known better than to bug the polite yet obviously impatient shopkeeper about their vacation plans.

“Think about it, V, Desmond has a point. The guy probably gave us the run around for shits and giggles. You know, it would have been fine taking a wrong turn and then having to backtrack all the way back into town, but we should have just stayed the night at the Inn. Now we’re outta gas and it’s fucking freezing out here.” Desdemona added, now hugging herself tightly and occasionally rubbing her arms to keep warm for as much as possible.

Veronica growled but relented as she took a long drag of her cigarette, her foot resting against their rented vehicle. She took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Snowflakes began to drift downwards, and it only fueled Veronica’s anxiety about being stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dark. “Alright, alright, we can either freeze to death in this piece of shit,” Veronica began as she kicks the van for good measure, “or we can freeze to death out there looking for shelter. I think I see a path over there that we can take to find what we need. It might lead us to people who can help us, or it might lead us to certain death. All I know is that we need to make a decision now, it’s starting to snow.” Desmond grins and wraps his arm around Veronica’s waist, pulling her close and pecking her on the cheek. “To certain death it is! Des, grab the essentials and let’s head out. According to the map, there are a few small villages in the surrounding area. Chances are we’ll stumble into one of them eventually and find shelter. We’ll get this mess sorted out.” Desmond eagerly stepped away from Veronica’s embrace and stepped towards the beaten van.

After a few moments of scrounging around for what they deemed important, Desdemona ended up with a backpack full of snacks, water, spare clothes, and the first aid kid. Veronica settled for an entire carton of cigarettes and a few spare lighters because you know, it was “absolutely essential” to her survival in a foreign land. Desmond found a flashlight and decided that going light would be preferable to him in case they ran into any trouble. They paved the way forward, following the path that strayed away from the lonely sliver of road. Turning back to get a final look at the abandoned van, Desdemona swallowed the surge of fear that was beginning to creep up on her. She had seen enough horror movies in her lifetime knowing that this probably wasn’t going to end up well for her little group. The logical side of her brain, what little rational thoughts she had left, gnawed their way through her brain begging to be voiced out and heard.

‘Turn back around, it’s safer to stay put and wait until morning! This is dangerous and you know it!’

Desdemona reluctantly glanced back at her brother walking ahead with Veronica hand in hand and the younger twin suddenly stopped in her tracks. Maybe she should stay behind just in case while her gregarious brother searched for help in these mountains; after all, he was far more easygoing and could easily charm the most stubborn of fools into helping him.

“Des, what’s wrong? I thought we all agreed that we should stick together.” Veronica called out to her, uncertainty lacing her tone as her eyes flicked back and forth between the van and a terrified looking Desdemona.

Nervously fidgeting in place, Desdemona struggles to settle the conflicted thoughts warring in her mind. She knows that staying behind and waiting for help would be the wisest course of action, but there was safety in numbers. There’s danger lurking beyond the vast expanse of mountains that surrounded them and she would be utterly defenseless if left alone. Desdemona’s instincts were begging her to go back to the van but the connection she shared with her twin demanded that she follow him through the sketchy path that would most likely lead to their demise. She couldn’t let anything happen to Desmond, she would never forgive herself if something happened to him out here.

With a shaky resolve, Desdemona straightened up and gazed back at Veronica with a small smile on her face. “I’m just nervous, you know. Desmond and I binge watched all the Wrong Turn movies last Saturday so being out here alone in the dark is uh, freaking me out a little. I’ll be fine, though, let’s just keep going.” Desdemona lied as she rushed over to her best friend who rolled her eyes at the revelation.

“No wonder you’re acting all sketch, Des. First of all, binge watching horror movies the weekend before your vacation was stupid as hell so now you’re all hyped up over nothing. Secondly, Wrong Turn sucks. Y’all should have binged Hatchet, Danielle Harris is so hot!” Veronica declared, eager to get conversation going as the three of them trekked through a rocky and narrow trail that led to who knows where.

Desmond was quick to reply in defense of his favorite horror movie franchise and Desdemona was thankful to hear them bicker back and forth. The conversation drowned out the sound of cold whispers tickling naked branches in the distance, the loud crunching of their footsteps on the snow-covered ground, and ravens crying out above them. It was so eerie and something about it all didn’t sit right with Desdemona. She hooked an arm around Veronica’s free arm and together they discussed their favorite horror movies. Veronica could tell her best friend was still a little spooked, so she pulled her closer until she was pressed against her side to provide as much comfort as she could give.

The trail continued to narrow the further they moved along but nothing they observed thus far gave the impression that that anything was out of the ordinary. When they reached a clearing, Desmond sighed with relief. His breath steaming the frigid air was nearly the only thing they could see ahead if it weren’t for the flashlight providing what little comforting light source they had. The snow fall began to pick up the pace but it wasn’t blinding, thankfully. Desmond brushed aside large shrubs and stepped further into the winding path, coming to a full stop when he realized what lay ahead of the weary travelers.

The trio stared in awe at the overpowering sight of a 15th century castle looming over a quiet village sheltering underneath a blanket of darkness, or what Desdemona assumed was its shadow. No amount of fog could hide the monstrosity that was the architectural brilliance of this castle that Desdemona saw before her very eyes.

“Desmond, honey, where the hell do you think you’re going? Don’t leave Dezzy and I behind!” Veronica suddenly shrieked as she sprinted after her overly excited boyfriend down the hill that led into the village. Desmond turned around and could only offer a sheepish smile with a shrug before eagerly running into the unknown. Desdemona tore her gaze away from the castle and spurred into action, jumping and running as fast as she could in order to catch up with her twin.

Desmond was energized by both the cool crisp air and the promising sight of civilization, but that energy was quickly drained out of him when he encountered something wholly unexpected. Veronica reached the eldest Hawthorne sibling and was about to admonish him for leaving the two frightened girls behind, but she was quickly shushed by Desmond. Desdemona quietly approached the scene, her eyes widening when she realized that this was not the village of Bran at all.

They had indeed reached a small village but it looked completely obliterated. The houses looked shattered and broken, as if something gigantic and menacing had come through and picked away at the people that once inhabited this community one by one. Desmond cautiously led the group forward, calling out for any signs of survivors. This wasn’t on the itinerary…

Veronica was on the verge of tears, her hands covering her mouth as she observed the tragic scene before her. Every now and then, she would step into a broken home and call out to somebody – anybody- only to step back out with a grim look on her face. She pulled out her cell phone and attempted to dial emergency services only to be met with disappointment.

“There’s blood.” Desmond says quietly. His eyes peer over the trail of fresh blood and fear grips him the moment the flashlight scans over the corpse of a rotting horse. “Fuck, that stench – we need to get the fuck out of here now!” Veronica cries, gagging and turning away from the horrific view.

Desdemona would have expressed an equally strong reaction had she not felt a sense of…wrongness abruptly assaulting the atmosphere. The moment they stepped foot into the village, the environment reacted to their presence and that did not sit right with Desdemona at all.

“Desmond, do you hear that?” Desdemona asked, her voice laced with terror. Desmond Hawthorne heard the fear in his sister’s quivering voice and it made him feel uneasy. “I don’t hear anything, Des.” He replies as he reaches for Veronica’s hand and squeezes it tight. The couple began to frantically look around them as they slowly backed into Desdemona. As soon as they grouped up again, both Veronica and Desmond wrapped themselves around the youngest sister. The oppressive silence sent a whole new wave of fear over the group before something insidious could be heard approaching them in the distance. Desdemona gasped when she heard maniacal giggling and it was getting louder. A fluttering of what sounds like wings -bats, ravens, perhaps- advancing towards the group sent chills down Desdemona’s spine. What the hell was coming after them?

Desmond flashed his light from side to side before it settled on the massive black ball of insects that instantly appeared before him. The insects dissipated and somehow revealed the shape of a human being wearing a dark robe and hood. The only thing he could truly make out was the color of a red pendant wrapped around dainty, pale skin and a blood smeared smirk. Desmond’s heart dropped in absolute horror and panic immediately set in.

“RUN!” He screamed, taking off with a terrified Veronica in tow. Neither of them looked back to make sure Desdemona was following. The flashlight dropped, and it briefly circled the ground. The flickering light revealed two other black masses of insects approaching the younger Hawthorne sibling who was paralyzed with fear. All she could hear in that moment was delirious laughter coming from the women that revealed themselves two seconds later, the insects dissolving into thin air right before her very eyes.

The crazed woman standing directly in front of Desdemona leaned forward and took her time sniffing her pretty prey who stared at her with petrified gray eyes. Desdemona found it alarming that despite the lunatic’s appearance, dried blood caked on her lips and unruly red hair and a wild, untamed look in her eyes, she found her quite…striking. Perhaps she was going mad. None of this made sense, how could this be happening right now?

“Mmm, sisters, look at what I found. Such a pretty young thing all for me and she smells oh so delicious.” The woman with the green pendant spoke, giggling madly at the profound effect she had on Desdemona.

“Daniela, you’re delusional, she’s mine; I’m the one who picked up on her tasty scent!” The one with the red pendant spoke after she turned her attention to the only human who didn’t run from them.

The brunette with the yellow pendant reached over and yanked on Desdemona’s hair so hard back, Desdemona thought her life was over. She bared her teeth as she skimmed her nose across the young woman’s neck. Her tongue darted out between blood smeared lips and left a wet trail, causing the smaller woman’s breath to hitch at the unwelcome contact.

“Mmm, she smells so utterly divine. Bela, by the way, it wasn’t you who found MY new pet, it was me! You ungrateful wretches always want to touch what’s mine!” The hooded figure’s grip on her hair tightened and Desdemona whined, causing all three women to delight in her torment.

What Desdemona couldn’t figure out was what they wanted to do with her exactly and why they were fighting over her like three starved wild dogs fighting over a piece of meat. She needed to get out of there fast. “LET GO OF MY SISTER, YOU UGLY CUNTS!” Desmond’s angry voice broke through in the distance and all three creatures turned their attention on the young man who dared interrupt dinner time.

Desdemona decided this was the time to take advantage of their distraction and she quickly slipped away, sprinting as fast as she could to the nearest unoccupied house. Desmond, relieved that his sister broke free from whatever those things were, spun on his heel and ran the opposite direction. He could only hope that all three of them would make it out of this godforsaken village alive.

All three women threw their heads back and laughed wildly into the air as they knew catching their prey would be much more satisfying when they caught them alone in isolated surroundings. It added to their fear and it made the blood taste that much sweeter.

“The hunt is on, sisters. Leave the pretty plaything alive, but the others, we will present to our dear mother as gifts. We’ll make the new pet watch mother undo their very lives; it’ll only make her that much more delicious when we have our fill.” The one with the yellow pendant stated as she sniffed at the air, shuddering when Desdemona’s irresistible scent filled her nostrils once more.

Desdemona found refuge in a large house a few yards away and slammed the front door shut when she ran inside. She quickly assessed what she assumed was the living room, she found a bookcase and summoned whatever strength she had and brought it down in front of the door. She heard something clawing at the door the instant she blocked the entrance, the door shaking violently and mad laughter filling her ears once more.

Desdemona shakily reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight and began to look for another way out.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, Jesus Christ! What the fuck are those things!? Where’s Desmond? Is Veronica alright? How the hell do I get out of here? I just want to go home!’ Desdemona’s mind was running through a million thoughts per second but she couldn’t for the life of her settle on anything that would give her a moment’s peace. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she explored the dark home, her hands stretched out in front of her as she searched for anything that would provide answers to her problems. When she found a door near the kitchen, she cautiously opened it and cursed the eerie creaking sound that followed. It was discovered that the door led to a cellar of some kind and Desdemona rushed down the stairs without closing the door behind her. She slowly scanned the large open space and saw that this home had been recently ransacked or rummaged through. Clothes were scattered across the floor, furniture had been broken in half and tossed carelessly to the side but Desdemona found a hallway beyond the room she was in. ‘That must be the way out. Hurry up and grab something to protect yourself with!’

Desdemona carefully tip toed around the clutter, her phone flashing from side to side but to no avail, she couldn’t find anything that would prove harmful to whatever those monsters were outside. The woman nearly tripped over and fell when her foot stepped in something thick and wet, causing her foot to slip forward. Desdemona quickly steadied herself on a cabinet but it didn’t make her feel any better when she realized her fingers were covered in a thick, red substance.

Her breathing growing heavier, Desdemona flashed her phone light over to the cabinet only to find that it was covered in blood – a lot of it, to be exact and it was still dripping on the floor as though it were fresh.

All color drained from Desdemona’s face when she heard pained howling coming from the village; it was Desmond and he was screaming for help. Her twin was in danger and here she was selfishly trying to find a way to preserve her own life.

She quickly twisted around to run towards the howling but she stopped dead in her tracks when a black mass of insects appeared before her. The cloaked figure could only be identified by the color of her green pendant and a delirious smile plastered on her face. Fresh blood dripped down her chin and Desdemona’s eyes reluctantly followed the pool of blood forming at their feet. There was a sickle in her right hand and it was covered in blood, much to Desdemona’s dismay.

Desdemona began to tremble, overpowered by the frightening sight and the implications that followed a bloodied sickle carried by a madwoman. “The sound of your heart hammering against your chest is like music to my ears, pretty thing. Do not fret, my beauty, the moment we met I knew you were special. You’re meant to be mine, we’re meant to be!” She whispers madly, her tongue wetting her lips as her eyes rake over Desdemona’s body slowly and deliberately.

Desdemona doesn’t know what she’s talking about and she doesn’t want to know. Before she could form any kind of response, she’s pinned against the bloody cabinet behind her. She gasps in surprise and that seems to trigger the creature into action.

Desdemona screams as the hooded woman lunges at her collarbone and pierces through her skin with her razor sharp teeth. Desdemona weakly clutches at the woman’s shoulders, growing lightheaded from the sudden blood loss that was occurring. Feeling the woman about to collapse in her arms, Daniela pulls back and savors the taste of her blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she sloppily licks the blood off her mouth and regains what little self-control she had left to preserve her pretty plaything for a little while longer.

When dazed gray eyes meet hers, Daniela’s cold, black heart skips a beat. She had never seen anything more beautiful. So she raises her sickle, causing Desdemona’s eyes to widen in panic and Daniela can’t help but giggle a little.

“Don’t worry, my beauty, I’ll be gentle with you. The hideous man-thing and his bitch aren’t going to be as lucky as you, I hope. You deserve special treatment.” Daniela whispers, her fingers caressing her prey’s tear-stained cheek before swinging the sickle with full forced into the back of Desdemona’s thigh.

Desdemona remembers a high-pitched shriek escaping her but nothing else seems to come to mind after that. She remembers her vision blurring and a creeping darkness soothing her to sleep but what happened after, nothing. She enters the haunting abyss that welcomes her with black tendrils pulling her from reality, sleep coming to her easily. With better luck, she’ll never have to wake up again.

Only fools believe in luck as the nightmare has only just begun.

#resident evil village #RE8 #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters x ofc #lady dimitrescu daughters x ofc #Holy shit this was just chapter one #I need an editor or something but bruh #I had to get this out of my system #other people may not like it but i did it for me lol #I need more dimitrescu sisters x ofc content

27 notes · View notes