#those places just happen to be wherever the fuck I want em to be
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SYLVIA: [...] I just like, have this idea of a conversation like happening between- happening among the crew of like, the original Rapid Evening, like A.O. and Leap and Millie about like, “hey, it’s way harder for them to keep us under control here.”
AUSTIN: (crosstalk) Do this scene. This should be a scene.
SYLVIA: Yeah?
AUSTIN: Yeah.
SYLVIA: All right.
AUSTIN: Where is it? What’s going on?
SYLVIA: I wanna say it’s like, cafeteria area, I guess?
AUSTIN: Yeah. That works.
SYLVIA: Wherever they’re eating. Um-
KEITH: This is everyone but Clem.
SYLVIA: Pretty much, yeah. I mean, SI not there either.
KEITH: Okay.
AUSTIN: (crosstalk) Okay, so, so-
SYLVIA: None of the cops in the Rapid Evening are invited.
AUSTIN: Okay. So A.O., Leap, Millie. Figure A?
SYLVIA: Figure A can be there if you want.
AUSTIN: (laughing) Yeah, Figure A is there. Great.
KEITH: Playing three songs at once on a little speaker.
AUSTIN: (crosstalk) Yeah.
SYLVIA: Well, what I- I like them just like- they’re having lunch and like, sorting through shit that Leap got at the raid.
AUSTIN: Oh, that’s really good, I like that, yeah.
SYLVIA: And that’s something that Figure A’s just doing a lot of.
KEITH: Like categorizing things maybe?
SYLVIA: Yeah, but like, they’re sort of like- The rest of them are like, fucking around with it too. And I think at one point Millie’s just like,
SYLVIA (as Millie): Hey, why do we still listen to Clem?
KEITH (as Leap): We don’t. I don’t.
SYLVIA (as Millie): Yeah, but like- Okay, you don’t. Why- Why have we- Okay, better question. Why does Clem still think she’s in charge?
KEITH (as Leap): Because-
SYLVIA (as Millie): (crosstalk) You know what I mean?
KEITH (as Leap): Pretending to be in charge is the only way to seem like you’re still in charge.
SYLVIA (as Millie): But like, Leap, people are listening to her!
KEITH (as Leap): I know, it’s a tragedy.
SYLVIA (as Millie): So- Okay, let me just like, sort of bridge this gap here that we’re having between our two thoughts.
KEITH (as Leap): Yeah.
SYLVIA (as Millie): What if we put her into prison? And we were the ones-
KEITH (as Leap): Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me right now?
SYLVIA (as Millie): No, I’m not kidding you right now.
KEITH (as Leap): Do you- I- ah- Sounds a little familiar! I think someone maybe had this idea!
SYLVIA (as Millie): (shouting) What! Hey! Okay! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!
AUSTIN: Figure A says,
AUSTIN (as Figure A): I recall seventeen instances where Exeter Leap-
SYLVIA (as Millie): (crosstalk) (shouting) WAY worse timing!
AUSTIN (as Figure A): -suggested that we place Clementine Kesh into a prison or something adjacent to a prison, categorically.
SYLVIA (as Millie): (crosstalk) Okay! Fine!
KEITH (as Leap): Can you play those back?
SYLVIA (as Millie): (crosstalk) Okay, Leap’s always right, everybody loves Leap, I get it.
KEITH (as Leap): We gotta put Clem in jail.
SYLVIA (as Millie): We gotta put Clem in jail! Also, okay, fucking-
AUSTIN: How’s A.O.? Is A.O. just watching all this, what’s-
ART (as A.O. Rooke): What’s- What, I thought we were gonna listen to some recordings.
(AUSTIN and SYLVIA laugh)
KEITH (as Leap): Yeah, run through ‘em!
AUSTIN (as Figure A): (as Leap) “Hey, why don’t we just put Clem in jail and take over? We have all the power here!”
SYLVIA (as Millie): Ehhh.
ART (as A.O. Rooke): Hmm, I don’t think I was there for that one.
AUSTIN (as Figure A): (as Leap) “Small idea, what if we just put Clementine in jail and we took over the palace and had our whole entire situation reversed. Wouldn’t that be better?”
ART (as A.O. Rooke): Mmm.
KEITH (as Figure A): (as Leap) “I’m over the Clem thing, no offense Clem. Shouldn’t she be the one in jail?”
(AUSTIN laughs)
SYLVIA: God.
ART (as A.O. Rooke) Yeah, I remember- That one, that was the most recent one. Why aren’t these in order?
SYLVIA: (crosstalk) At the end of every clip, there’s just Millie going “Ehhhhhh.”
KEITH: (crosstalk) They’re alphabetical.
AUSTIN: (crosstalk) (laughing) They’re in alphabetical order, yeah.
KEITH: Yeah.
ART: Alphabetical by location.
AUSTIN: (laughing) Yes.
#partizan#fatt#friends at the table#i love this scene. i might post the second part of it sometime because its also really good#everyone is so good here. im so fond of this crew i miss them
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38. The Lotus
RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi
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Ethan felt rather stupid sitting in bed, journal in his lap, wondering how to get back to wherever Eveline was. He assumed he needed to be in a state similar to sleep; something like a meditation would allow him to move through the layers of the realms of consciousness. How had he done it before?
His eyes closed and he inhaled, feeling as though he were sinking into darkness. Eveline. Where was Eveline? For too long, it was quiet. He could sense, not see, moving shadows around him. Voices. He simply kept his focus on her, kept mentally calling her name. Finally, a door. Ethan opened it without hesitation, but then cringed when he realized where he was.
Donna Beneviento’s home.
He crossed the threshold, heart beating even more rapidly than it had in the Bakers’ home. “Eveline?”
He didn’t know why he was here, and he hoped against hope it had nothing to do with Donna. But there was her portrait on the wall, staring impassively at him. The chill was even worse the second time around. As Ethan moved toward the sitting room, he ventured, “I am not going in the fucking basement, at all , so if you’re here--”
He heard something, someone, stir from the second floor. Ethan sensed that the person moving was hurt--wounded? With urgency rather than trepidation he ascended the stairs and blinked against the very blurry, strangely buttery surroundings. What was it about Donna’s home that distorted reality even more than it already was, here in these mold places?
Pain, trauma . The voices answered his silent question. Fragility of mind.
If he focused, he could sense it the way he sensed Heisenberg’s emotions. This place was full of death, sadness, insanity. Loneliness. But no bitterness. A twisted, learned, cruelty. But..naivety. So much fear. Fear of who? From what?
That one, he didn’t need an answer for. He already knew. Fuck Miranda.
Ethan entered a bedroom he’d never seen. A child’s room, he realized, noticing all of the painstakingly detailed lace blankets and canopies that enveloped the bed and window seat, as well as the writing desk. He looked blearily around, willing his vision to clear, and there was Eveline.
She was on the floor, wearing the familiar navy dress and black boots, but now her hair and body were whiter than snow. She looked frail and was crumpled away from him. Ethan strode over and without hesitation, sat by the girl. He blinked more as he pulled her from the hardwood, turning her over and pulling her into his lap. She still looked like a child, she hadn’t aged, but something was happening to her.
“Eveline?”
“Your hit got me,” she said with a smile and a hiss, and he balked. Before Ethan could even process this, she shook her head. “It’s okay, it’s my fault too. I’m not fighting it. I probably could.”
“Why are we here?” Ethan asked, glancing around the toy-filled room.
“I don’t know,” Eveline admitted, her eyes closing. Her skin was glittering, almost. Was she crystallizing? Ethan had read the report on Zoe, and was instantly reminded of those photos. What did that mean? “I guess I…thought I’d get along with her a lot. I like it here.” She laughed, a bitter laugh that didn’t sound like a child’s.
Now Ethan cradled her and shrugged, pursing his lips. “Yeah, actually…you probably would.” He didn’t want to say anything more insulting about how they were two nuts from the same insanity tree, spinning webs of horror that no human should be capable of creating. He had almost anticipated another fight, anticipated the girl to change her mind about giving up her power. But she curled into him, and he realized he could feel her…changing.
It was as though she were slowing down. Her energy was shifting. Not going away, he acknowledged mostly to himself. Changing. Into something different.
Karl’s soft voice echoed in his mind. You just…moved ‘em. They were in one place. One form. They changed form….with energy….you moved ‘em to another.
“So this is it, huh,” Ethan said, trying to muster any tone that wasn’t hollow with death. He’d wanted Eveline dead for so long that it seemed silly now to revel with joy. He could only feel tired from the waste of it all. So many wasted lives. Hers. The Bakers. Mias. All of those lost souls who wandered inside. Himself, even. Forever changed forms.
“I made you, I chose you, you know that?” she said hoarsely, and now Ethan realized she was actually leaning into him for comfort. He scooted closer, bringing her up into a more supported, cradled position. Just as he felt awkward about it, she noted, “Nobody’s ever held me before.”
“First time for everything,” he said solemnly. “What do you mean, chose me?”
Her eyes opened as if it took great energy to do so, and she looked at Ethan almost in admiration. “I can pick what happens to people. Heal them, or make them…different. I can even make some things out of nothing. To protect me. You, I healed. I wanted to keep you the way you were.”
Ethan snorted. “Because I was just a delight to be around?”
“I dunno,” she said, her pitch rising, betraying a strange innocence that she rarely displayed. “I liked how strong you were. Jack too. I wanted a strong Dad. Like in the few books I got to read. I always wished I could read books.”
Ethan put his chin on her head. She was getting colder, he could feel it for certain now. Stiffer, too. Had his arrival sped up the process? Maybe she had been waiting for him. He wanted to say something hopeful, and heard from his own voice, “Maybe when this is all over, when Miranda’s gone, you can come back, and read some.”
“That would be nice.”
After a moment of silence, in which Ethan tried not to get motion sick from the swimming shimmer of the room, Eveline opened her eyes again, as if forcing herself to not fall asleep. “Are you gonna know what to do this time, and not almost die like a dummy like you almost did last time?”
He snorted. “Don’t worry, I’ve been doing my homework.”
Appeased, she nodded and closed her eyes. “That’s one thing I never wanted to do.”
She giggled, and he smiled a half-smile until Eveline began to crack--he could see long fissures forming in her skin. The same golden sparks swam beneath them. Ethan’s eyes tracked down to her legs, where more cracks were appearing. When she spoke again, her voice was hollow, faraway. She clung to Ethan, her small hands wrapped into the fabric of his shirt as though she feared being ripped away from him.
“What else can we do when Miranda’s gone and I come back?”
He felt trapped; how could he lie, but how could he tell the truth and say he didn’t know if she’d ever exist in any humanlike form again? Ethan’s mouth moved in silence for a moment, but he found his voice. “Uh. We…have a library. You can read books. Maybe do art. We can go to town, get ice cream. Ever had an ice cream cone?”
“Never.”
“We’ll get you two, one for each hand. You can play in the garden, in the sun.”
When she sighed, the sound continued issuing, and Ethan held his hands out; her body slowly cracked into pieces, the golden sparks forming something of a ball in the center of her chest. Soon her body disintegrated, nothing but white dust cascading around him, and Ethan braced himself. Time to pull backward.
And he was sitting in his bed, his arms open. At first he panicked, wondering what he’d done wrong, but then, just like in the journal entries, he felt the warm energy transferring. It had followed him back. He only had to focus, to pull it into this realm. The essence of Eveline’s being, every word he’d ever heard her say, every cruel laugh and tantrum and wind tunnel of hate filled his mind, and Ethan sent those into the space where he’d held her, between his hands.
Now Ethan’s palms turned over and the heated air hissed, crackled. A crystal was forming on its own accord, just like before. Unlike the Bakers’ souls, or whatever they were--this crystal on his palms formed in the shape of a large lotus flower. It made strange sizzling, snapping noises as it jutted up and out, the petal shapes becoming wrapped in long, vine-like crystals that glittered in the darkness of the room.
Ethan felt the immense energy of this crystal without even fully understanding it, and he finally turned it in his hands, inspecting it. Parts of it had purplish and blue tints. But the middle was so white that it almost luminesced in the room. A pale hand reached out and touched it, and Ethan looked from the hand to the body--Eva, almost-human, looked back at him in shock.
“Incredible,” she said in a whisper.
“Suits her, somehow,” Ethan echoed, and he carefully stood with the heavy object in his hands. Eva withdrew almost reluctantly and disappeared from his view. Now he walked over to the locked trunk in the closet where he kept the other crystals, including the small ones Rose had made.
Before he placed the crystal flower in the trunk, Ethan gave it another gentle squeeze, almost like an embrace. “I’m sorry you were never held,” he admitted in a low tone, and placed the object on the blanket inside. The blond finished locking the trunk and turned with a sigh back toward his bed. Now he was fully exhausted, but excited. Eva’s notes had shown Miranda had very clear intentions of using Eveline’s power, and they had prevented that.
But it was still sad, and he was still tired. Ethan paused when the windows rattled from--thunder? No. A sound. A lightning strike, but then…a howl?
Eva’s voice hissed from the speaker. “Ethan, there is something outside!”
He bolted toward his boots and tripped into them, craning his neck to see past Rose and out the window. “Something like what?” he asked, reaching into the closet for his weapons.
“It’s the work of Mother, I just know it,” she said in a venomous tone, just as another howl pierced the roar of the thunderstorm. Ethan heard Rosemary’s cry, and he scooped her up while shouldering both the rifle and shotgun.
“Karl was right,” he said breathlessly, backing away from the windows just as he heard loud footsteps overhead. “Guess we pissed her off by finding Eveline first.”
“She will know Heisenberg is gone as well,” Eva reminded him. “Stay safe! I will help if I can!”
He was already in the hall, echoing the direction of the footsteps upstairs. A tangle of people met him at the stairwell, and he passed Rosemary to Alina. The women spoke rapidly in their own language as Ethan realized he was relieved at his own habit of locking everything up before sunset.
Ethan nodded at Maricara’s two sons, who had already been warned earlier that day, and who both held shotguns. “You stay here, watch the house. I’m going out.”
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Forging Ties - Chapter 5 - Part 1
*Warning Adult Content*
The second Duran awoke, he was confronted with more sensory input than his brain could process.
Something cold and clammy was repeatedly slapping against his cheek and his clothes were soaking wet.
The surface he was laying on was hard, uneven and jabbing into him in places.
When he opened his eyes, they were assaulted by bright sunlight.
Cookie gave his cheek one last slap and then retreated.
Duran was laying on a huge pile of sticks in the middle of a sparse forest.
Hamish was next to him, stripped down to his underwear, still not awake.
Duran's body resisted the cold, so it hadn't been immediately apparent to him but Hamish's breath was fogging with every exhale and his fingers had started to go blue.
Duran shook him and Hamish came awake with a start, bringing his arms up to hug himself.
He made a confused sound when he noticed the sticks.
"What the fuck?"
Slone was laying face down on the ground a short distance away, naked.
Duran clambered down from the pile of sticks and reached him as he was stirring awake.
Hamish and Slone's wet clothes were on the ground nearby, along with their bags.
Duran returned to Hamish, who had hunched in on himself, shaking hard.
Duran stripped out of his damp clothes and hugged Hamish, pushing heat through both of their bodies.
Slone wrapped one of the sleeping bags around them and joined the hug.
"It's so fucking cold," Hamish said, still shivering so intensely he seemed to have a hard time getting the words out.
"Where's the cabin? Was there ever really a cabin? Was it just some weird trick and we were actually sleeping on a pile of sticks the whole time?"
"Well, we ain't where we were," Slone said.
"Don't know where we are now, but the trees are different. All our stuff's here, at least."
"Wherever 'here' is," Duran said.
"Kit. Any insights?"
Cookie wandered over and started pulling sticks out of the pile.
They watched as she painstakingly used them to spell out the word 'NO'.
"At least I still have all my toes."
Hamish drew in a breath through his teeth.
"I think, anyway. Can't feel them."
"Those things," Duran said.
"Do you think they sent us somewhere else? I'm sure you've both heard about how I ended up with Fanner. What that cat did."
"Hmm," Slone said. "Don't get this cold anywhere you could get to in normal ways in one night. Seems like they might've done."
"Why, though?"
"Hard to know why somethin' like that does what it does," Slone said.
"Could be that they've been knocking about since the war and their way of making life hard for the humans was just sending 'em places."
"So we could be anywhere," Duran said. "They might have sent us to the other side of the world."
"Coulda done, maybe."
Slone climbed out from under the sleeping bag and wrapped it securely back around Duran and Hamish.
"Stay here and warm Hamish up. I'm gonna go find high ground and see what I can see."
"Okay. Don't go too far."
Hamish tucked his face in against Duran's neck as Slone shifted and ran off.
"I'm very glad you're here."
"But are you glad you're here?"
Hamish let out a quiet, unsteady laugh.
"You know what's fucked up? I kind of am. Like when you're little and there's a big storm and your parents are worried about the house but you're just excited to see what happens. Maybe that's dumb because whatever's going on is very much something I'll have to deal with but hey, whether I'm upset about it or excited isn't going to change what's happening."
"We did come out here for adventure, I guess."
"Are you having regrets?"
"I'll get back to you on that one after we figure out where we are."
"Hmm," Hamish said as he snuggled in closer. "You know, you're really not like other Companions I've met."
"Thanks for noticing. I guess I've always seen through the whole thing, to a degree. It also helps that for the first few years I was with my master, he wanted me to be dominant. I've practised being assertive."
"So this is an act?"
"No, this is me but can you imagine if I'd actually spent my whole life being forced to be a meek, obedient slave and then pulled this much attitude out at the first chance I got?"
Duran smiled and shook his head.
"He was always the one who held the real power, of course but he liked it when I was bold and confident. At first, anyway."
"Ah. I guess that makes sense."
Hamish drew a deep breath in and then let it out.
"Okay, I suppose I should get dressed. Do you mind bringing my bag over so I don't have to expose my naked body to the unreasonably cold air?"
"Sure."
Duran got up and quickly dressed in some dry clothes from his own bag before bringing Hamish's bag over and tucking back in next to him under the sleeping bag to continue keeping him warm.
"I didn't bring warm clothes but it's still morning so it should warm up a bit yet, and getting moving should help," Hamish said as he pulled a shirt on and began doing the buttons up.
"The bad thing about travelling in mixed company is that sometimes you're the weak link but I guess that's also the good thing about it. Might feel bad but I'd be a lot colder right now if I'd been travelling with other humans."
"You'll make up for it if it comes to a fight, I'm sure," Duran said. "Or... I hope so. I don't know how well I could defend myself."
"I'll protect you," Hamish said as he attempted to wrestle his legs into his pants without leaving their warm little nest. "I promise."
"Would you risk your life for me?"
"Hmm."
"And yet you won't even let me suck your dick. Interesting."
Hamish shot him a grin.
"Maybe if you ask nicely."
Duran scoffed.
"No, I know this trap. You wouldn't like me when I ask nicely. Being sweet was the first thing I tried."
"Hmm. It didn't suit you. I could tell you weren't being sincere."
"I mean, I sincerely wanted you to fuck me. Isn't that enough?"
"Maybe it is. Unfortunately, I just put all these clothes on and I think I hear Slone coming back."
Slone was indeed dashing back towards them.
He stopped in front of them and immediately shifted. He looked unsettled.
"Ah... I think you're gonna need to see this one for yourselves."
"Let me put on my boots," Hamish said.
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Fluff
"I think I'm gonna fail this test-" "It's okay, you pass in my heart." "That means nothing."
"Am I your favorite?" "I like your dog a bit more than you, I won't lie."
“wherever you want to go, i promise i’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“Do you think we’re friends in every universe?”
“you’re interesting and different and I like that.”
“I feel like I can tell you anything.”
“Please don’t ever become a stranger.”
“I like being alone but I'd rather be alone with you.”
“you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility.”
“don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake.”
"You have given me enough memories to last a lifetime."
“We should compare hands, you know. science.” “what?” “what? it’s not like we haven’t done anything worse.”
“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.”
“they would be so mad if they found out.” “fuck ‘em”
“Dying is easy. I’d live for you. I’d go through anything for you,”
“When I’m with you, I’m not just existing, I’m living,”
“You’re best decision I’ve ever made,”
“Nothing would ever stop me from loving you,”
“i got you sweetheart, come here”
“Apparently all our friends have a bet that we will end up together.”
Angst
“I’ve been horrible to you this whole time, on purpose, to drive you away. Why do you keep coming back?” “Because you’re the only one who isn’t treating me like I’m some fragile, innocent little thing to protect.”
"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"
"I am here to tell you that I cannot meet you anymore."
“you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me”
“i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking”
“You broke me, and I’m never going to be the person I was before I met you,”
“I’m hurting and you’re still pushing. Why?”
“I was all alone.”
“I’m leaving.” — “I expected nothing more.”
“Please don’t make me say goodbye to you.”
“I’ve spent too long letting my heart break for you, I have to let go. Please, let me go.”
“I cried for you and then I got over you. You have no right trying to reverse that.”
“There’s been an accident.”
“Sometimes, it’s easier to just not say goodbye.”
“Walk away, that’s what you’re good at.”
“I don’t want to go alone.” “Just close your eyes and we’ll be together before you know it.”
“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” “Maybe you never did in the first place.”
“It’s the first time we’ve seen her since everything happened.”
“It’s been the best three months of my life, I want you to know that.”
"It's hard, but one day I'll just be a story you tell someone else."
Smut
“You look so good beneath me.”
“Shut up, you’re going to get us caught,”
“Will you be gentle with me?” “Absolutely not,”
“I am not going to be that easy.” “Really? Because I can tell you’re about to be putty in my hands.” “Why don’t you give it your best shot, [name].”
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” “You started this, don’t even put it on me.” “You’re the one with your hands all over me, sweetheart.”
“You better put your mouth to good use before I murder you.” “As you wish [title in a teasing tone].”
“Need help getting out of those clothes?”
“oh, no, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the view.”
"did you really think we were just going to bed?"
“We can’t just fuck on the side of the road!” “Can’t we?”
“swallow it, that’s a good girl”
“You wanna make me a daddy huh?”
“oh honey, you take it so well”
“you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, hands down”
“all I know is, it’s taking everything in me not to fuck the living shit out of you right now”
“Do you want to continue this in the shower?”
“The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.”
"I don't care how good it feels, you'd better not cum until I tell you to."
"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."
"When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore."
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Wait!!! Will u not reveal who Andy's son is or u had already done it and I missed it!?
I haven't officially said anything no, I did have this little thing....but since you're asking. Let's see what happens when Dayton meets Frank, the man he was so interested in.
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Nine Months
Summary: Dayton meets Frank
Pairings: Dayton White X Story Drysdale
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, PIV sex, slight breeding kink, attempted choking and degradation, bathroom sex, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.8K
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“I like this one better, since you’re insisting on pink,” Story rolls her eyes and looks at the dress in question. Her nose turns up in a bit of a snarl. “What?”
“It’s a bit short, no?”
“You got the ass and legs to pull it off,” he slowly walks closer to her, his hand snaking around her waist when he pulls her hard against his chest, “Plus, it’s easy access.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he cocks up an eyebrow, sliding his thigh in between hers, with his hands on her hips he pushes her down, “Day, my family is going to be here,” she’s also worried about her basal temperature was too high, but it’s not something she would ever tell him with their conversation yesterday.
“It’s a pretty big house, Petal,” he scrunches up his nose and uses her hips to grind down on him. “Judging by how wet you are, you don’t mind. I could steal you away, pull those tits out of that dress, push you over the counter while I fuck into you.”
“We’ll see. They’re used to me being there the whole time,” she pushes at his chest, and he reluctantly backs away, watching her change into her dress, like she’s putting on a personal show for him.
“They’re not used to seeing you with a boyfriend either, huh?” his fingers tease over her chest, “See how easy it is to make them hard. You like the attention, you’re not even wearing a bra. Wanna keep the panties off too?”
“No,” he rolls his eyes, and she thinks about what he said. She hasn’t ever had a boyfriend around any of them. The one boyfriend she ever had per say was Carter, and that was completely secret.
“The guy in all the pictures going to be here?” Dayton stares at the many pictures of Carter and Story, noting one where they seem too close to be just friends.
She chuckles shaking her head, “No, but Pops, the man you were asking about will be here. Where do you think you’ve seen him?”
Dayton shrugs. He’s never seen him, possibly an old photo of the man, when he was searching for his mom’s credit card. “Is he from Florida?”
“He’s always lived here that I know of. Why? You think you saw him in Daytona?” Story gives him a playful kiss pulling him towards her door.
“How much time do we have?”
“Not that much. Come on, I want you to meet everyone. Be forewarned, my sister, Iris, and I aren’t on the best of speaking terms. She tolerates me being here, so wherever she is, I won’t be, okay?”
The two walk out to the garden, a few people in the pool, but most mingle around the edge, talking and laughing, as Story goes to introduce Dayton to everyone. Much to Ransom’s dislike, his hands are always on her. Always teetering on the verge of being too low on her body. Noticing even one time, that she moved his hand to place higher up. “That boy is making her a bit uncomfortable,” Frank huffs in Ransom’s ear.
“What?”
“She introduced him to me, after he shook my hand, it was a bit too close under her, um...he was cupping her chest.”
“I’ll kill ‘em,” Ransom starts to walk towards him, but Frank holds him back. “You say something like that and don’t want me to react?”
“I came over here to talk about something else,” Ransom gives Story another look, and she smiles and waves, being pulled down into Dayton’s lap. “He said I looked familiar, even asked where I lived.”
“And?”
“He got a bit excited when I said St. Petersburg. Said he was born in Tampa, from Daytona,” Ransom shrugs, still not knowing where this is going. “He said I looked familiar.”
“You fuck his mom?”
“No, there was only one person I was fucking back then,” Frank clears his throat, and Ransom turns to look away. “There was someone else that visited St. Petersburg a lot.”
“No.”
“I mean, it’s too much of a coincidence, right?” Ransom’s worst nightmares seem to be coming true in front of his eyes. Something about the kid after meeting him, that rubbed him the wrong way. He was polite enough. Seemed to treat Story well, but then a small possessiveness came over him. And Story was only surrounded by family, so why he felt the need to constantly touch her. To pull her away from her family, for a few minutes. The two of them ‘touring’ the estate, and coming back breathless, while you had to calm Ransom down. Something didn’t sit right.
This constant need to assert who his daughter belongs to engrained in him, almost like...”Kitten! I need to speak with you now!” you apologize to Frank’s wife and follow Ransom into the kitchen. The lines in his forehead seemingly extra deep, “I don’t want that boy here.”
“Dayton?” he nods his head at you, and you roll your eyes starting to leave, but he grabs ahold of your wrist. “Dayton White? The one that’s won you so much money? The one that your daughter has been giggling over introducing him to everyone?”
“She’s...he’s possessive.”
“That’s her boyfriend. Your possessive,” he gives you a pout, “Except for people you choose, yes I know. But that’s her boyfriend, he’s going to kiss her, going to touch her. He’s just more open about the PDA than some. It’s new, and he’s got fans.”
“He’s from Florida,” you shrug your shoulders, starting to say a duh, but you see the fear in his eyes, “He recognized Frank.”
You turn to leave, unable to believe any of it. Repeating that he’s from Florida again. “No, Ran, stop it,” you almost yell at him when he grabs your arm. “Dayton is not Andy.”
“Andy has a son.”
“No he doesn’t. He doesn’t have any kids,” Ransom nods his head, “No. No, Ransom you tell me that's a lie. You’ve...how long have you known this?”
“A few years after his disappearance. When yours and the girls assets went to Frank and Ari. Twenty-five percent was used for child support to a son in Florida.”
“Dayton is not Andy, and that’s final. His parents are Ryan and Jodi White. Don’t touch me!” your voice screams when he tries to hug you. “You kept that he had a fucking son from me for over twenty years, Ran. A son, and we have...how could you keep that from me? Fucking hell, Andy has a son. How old?”
“Around twenty-seven,” you want to nearly collapse. Even if Dayton is Andy’s son, you can’t judge him for that. Can’t refuse to let Story see him. “He could be...”
“Dayton is not Andy. Do you understand that?” Ransom nods, knowing there is no way to convince you otherwise. There’s nothing that can make you change your mind. Living in denial even if it were true. Dayton holding tight to Story’s hand run past you, and Ransom starts to say something, but you push your hand against his lips, “That’s her boyfriend. She’s about to turn twenty-one. You can’t hold her hand forever.”
Just like he promised Dayton pushes Story into a small bathroom, his hands already pulling up that short dress, and ripping off her panties, “Dayton!”
“Shh,” he whispers softly. Those thick hands pull down the top of her dress, holding her chin up to make her look at herself, while he looks at her swollen cunt, already dripping wet and ready for him. Arching her back slightly more, she gives her ass a little wiggle, and he finally runs his hands through her folds. Pulling up his hands to look at her slick, having it nearly memorized, and her periods tracked on his phone. He knows her temperature has been up, and today is the day. Pulling his length out, he pushes through her walls.
Story is overly sensitive, and keens on contact. Already lost in the feeling of him splitting her open. His hands go to her throat but she quickly swats them away, “I told you no choking,” he growls on her neck, slamming his hips into her, watching her blissed out from his motions. Her chest bouncing with his thrusts.
“Fucking look at you, Petal. Such a slut for my cock.”
“I don’t like when you talk like that,” he rolls his eyes again. He’ll never know her reasons for not enjoying degradation or choking. At one point she had enjoyed it, until the thrill and high was taken from her. Still enjoying things a bit more rough, but never speaking down to her. When his hand slides to her clit, she knows he’s close. “Finish in my mouth.”
“No.”
“On my tits.”
“NO!” he grunts shooting deep inside of her.
“Back off.”
“No. Gotta wait,” Story’s eyes fall to stare at nothing on the counter. She knows why Dayton was refusing to pull out, and now still keeping her plugged up. Using his hand he lifts her chin up to look at the two of them, making her watch when he looks down at where they connect, “You should feel honored.”
“I do.”
“Not like you should. You know how many girls throw themselves at me, and I just want you? I want you to carry our child. I could make you so happy, but you keep making things difficult,” she gives him a soft smile, unable to speak, because it wouldn’t matter. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“It’s just so fast. I want to be able to enjoy just me and you.”
“Story, we’ve talked about this. You want a baby. You want someone to always be there for you, when I’m away. You told me how you’ve always wanted to be a mother, and dreams of a house full of little girls,” still holding her by her chin he gives her a quick kiss. “Just a few more minutes. Then, I’ll let you drip down in front of Papa Bear.”
“No.”
“Come on, Petal, he knows what we were doing.”
“I won’t.”
“Are you that scared of your daddy?” Story bites at her lip, starting to pull up her top. “Stop and answer the damn question. Are you that scared of your dad?”
“I just...I don’t want...”
“You want him to think you’re his precious little princess?” she nods, and he gives her another kiss, “He knows your not. He knows what you were doing. But we can forgive you for your past mistakes. You’re here now with me. So I’d say you’ve done well for yourself. Are you not happy?”
“Yes, I am. I just don’t like when you want to involve him. Especially when you’re still inside of me.”
Pulling out, he watches his spend leak out of her lips. “And I’ll be dripping out of you now. Pull yourself together,” he clicks a photo of his artwork, and Story closes her eyes, wishing he would stop. “Another one.”
“Keep my chest out of it this time,” like every time before she pushes aside her pride and smiles for the photos he’s so fond of. His arm wrapping around her to cover up her chest.
“Nine months from now,” leaning back away from her, he uses his fingers push the leaking cum back into her abused hole, “we’ll be a family.”
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human | solomon x reader
based on lesson 46-12, so spoilers if you’re not up to it. if you know u know 😉 MC is gender neutral ✌
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: softcore smut, not rly explicit and it doesn’t rly start till abt 1k words in but it’s still there. also like one swear word. plus it’s nearly 2am so if there are typos etc. pls forgive me, i’ll give it a read through when i wake up to fix ‘em (probably)
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You awake to a shuffling sound in the corner, and a year of living with seven demons has left you with more sense than to just ignore it. Still half asleep, you squint into the darkness and sigh an incoherent mumble.
“...oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” Solomon asks, voice barely above a whisper.
It takes you a moment to remember where you are; in a cramped motel room in a world that doesn’t really exist, undertaking a trial for your goddamn magic license, which somehow did exist, and the master to your apprenticeship waking you up as though this circumstance wasn’t the stuff of a fever dream already, or some twisted fairytale that slipped the works of Hans Christian Anderson.
“Mm… it’s fine. What’s up? Can’t sleep?” you sleepily slur.
“No… it’s weird, you know? After all that walking we did today, I should be really tired.” Although his voice is even, Solomon’s face echoes a vestige of sadness; loneliness only exacerbated as he continues. “As I watched the twins earlier, I couldn’t help thinking… they’ve always had each other. It’s just natural for them. And even though they don’t say it outright, you can tell how much they trust and rely on each other… it must be nice, you know? To have someone like that in your life. I guess even if you live for centuries on end, there are some things that can always elude you.”
Blinking away remnants of sleep, you push onto your knees and crawl a little closer to him. He sits on the edge of the bed, and you hear it creak as it dips beneath him, the motion pulling you towards him like gravity itself.
“Hey… you have me. You always will, okay? You’re not alone… you have people who care about you,” you protest, and Solomon chuckles.
“Thanks, MC… you really are nice. I’d like to have people I care about, and who care about me… especially if one of those people is you.”
You exchange a smile lit only by the dim streetlight spilling through the weathered, yellowing windows. Solomon’s eyes don’t leave you, and there’s a softness there you’re not accustomed to.
“Hmm… you know, going to sleep in an inn room and then suddenly waking up in the middle of the night is another staple RPG scenario, isn’t it? And usually at times like these, you can expect some sort of really important story event to take place. So what do you think, MC? Is that what’s about to happen here..?”
His eyes find yours, capturing you in a warm a gaze you wouldn’t dare to break; you become all too aware of the sound of your shallow breathing, and rise and fall of your chest, the lump of your thrumming heart in your throat. The air smells like dust and ash, with remnants of smoke from the fireplace curling around the ceiling as the tendrils creep into the cracks between the wood. Your eyelids are heavy, yet sleep has surely relinquished its hold on you.
Solomon is quiet as he looks at you questioningly; murky blue eyes seem to bore into your soul, and in this light, with his hair messy and wearing a loose shirt and cotton pants, you’re jarred by the reminder of his humanity. Now that the magic and jewellery and smirk has been stripped away, you’re left with warmth, sincerity, and something so purely human that you’d never seen in him before. It was something about his eyes, or maybe the bob of his Adam’s apple, the hints of five o’clock shadow carving his jaw, the slight flush blotching his cheeks. At this moment, he isn’t a powerful sorcerer to whom Asmodeus himself is beholden; he’s a person. A human. Two humans sitting together in an inn room with lights off, tangled in scratchy bedsheets as breeze rattles the windowsill overlooking the flame-lit cobbled streets outside. Like something out of a fairy tale.
You’re so lost in his eyes that you forget to speak, and a teasing smile slopes his lips, although the corners of his eyes are just a little too tight, his breath just a little uneven. He swallows, licks his lips…
“Does that look in your eyes mean I can kiss you?”
You reply by crossing the small distance left between you and kissing him. After a stuttered breath, Solomon kisses you back, leaning into you and deepening the kiss as his arms slide around your waist. Once he’s started kissing you, it seems he can’t stop; he presses kiss after kiss to your mouth, his tongue seeking yours, his hands squeezing and tugging you ever closer as you lose yourself in his warmth, the lavender and patchouli fragrance that always seems to follow him, in the eager grasping of his hands on your skin and of your fingers in his hair and of the taste of sleep and evening and to draw it all together, the smoky spark of magic in every touch of his body against yours.
“...I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Solomon confesses breathlessly between kisses. “But you know, wherever you are, Lucifer and his brothers are sure to be nearby. I thought maybe there was no hope. That I’d never get an opportunity.”
In his pause, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Well it’s just you and I tonight, right? Just us.” Your breath rustles the silken hair that isn’t snagged between your fingers, and Solomon smiles.
“Then… I take it this means I have a chance, right? A chance to… deepen our connection.” He supplements the words with a lingering kiss to your throat. “Why don’t you come just a little closer, MC..?”
You sigh, lips seeking his again as you crawl until you’re chest to chest. Slinging a leg over his waist, you climb into his lap and Solomon wastes no time in stealing your breath. His lips are hot, fast, sloppy yet calculated, and he holds you until your head is spinning and you can’t remember your own name.
“Solomon…” is the only utterance you can fathom, and then he smiles against your mouth, and you lose even that.
Wandering hands trail along your waist, beneath your shirt, and shivers ripple down your spine as Solomon suckles at your throat and twists his hands in heavenly ways that curl your toes and pry any thought from your head that doesn’t centre around Solomon, and you, and Solomon and you, two humans alone in an inn room and suddenly your clothes are gone and he’s on top of you and-
Solomon groans as he sinks into you, kissing along the column of your neck, suckling on your jaw, your chest, hands caressing every inch of soft flesh as he whispers curses in languages you’ve never heard into your skin.
You can feel the magic radiating off him as he thrusts, feel your power imbued with his, the fusing of your auras as his lips meld to your skin, over and over, hot and wet and electric and then-
“Fuck, Solomon,” you hiss, head thrown back against the feather-stuffed pillows as his moans are lost in the temple of your body while his hips bruise against yours.
“Mm… you feel so good, my perfect apprentice… my… my beautiful MC…” His words come in sharp gasps out of time with his urgent motions, and you feel him collapse against you as his hips stutter and his seed starts to drip from between your legs, hot and slick as it spills onto the bedsheets. The intrusion has the tightening in your abdomen finally erupting into the shaking of your legs, into shivers of pleasure that race up your skin and draw sharp gasps from lips that Solomon stifles with a hard kiss.
“Solomon…” you manage to breathe as he removes himself from you, lays beside you with a heaving chest and sparkling eyes mirrored in your own.
“Sleep, MC… you did so well… more work tomorrow…” he manages to sigh, his arms closing around your back and dragging you into his chest as he kisses you again, and presses a final kiss to your forehead.
Relaxing into his chest, you nod, humming as forgotten tendrils of sleep begin to slink between your thoughts and numb your tongue.
“‘Kay… night, Solomon…”
You feel him smile against your forehead, and if this is a fairytale, you hope you never reach the last page.
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no regrets (8/8) | r.b.
summary: For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Or, Reiner finally understands what peace is.
WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS!!! angst, mentions of violence, we get our happy ending :)
pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader
word count: 6.7k
a/n: welcome to the last chapter!! thank you so much for being on this journey with me. there are a few callbacks to previous chapters so see if you can catch ‘em all heheh
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Few months ago ymir asked if I could let her write one last letter to krista, and I did let her. I stood over her shoulder the whole time, watching her pen down all this sappy shit and I kept thinking about you the whole time, behind those walls. What you were doing, what you were thinking. Maybe if you thought about me. I dont know.
I’m starting to see the appeal of wrting what youre not strong enough to say to a persons face. I never thought Id find myself on the other end of this stick. for some reason, I thought that I could stop myself, resist the temptation, or maybe that I didnt feel for you as strong as I thought I did once I was away from you. I was wrong.
What do I even say? I mean shit, I can barely see, my limbs are barely in tact, and all of it—shiganshina, it haunts me, even though I cant really remember it that well. Half of it goes black and then I remember hearing your voice, I remember Bertholdt, I remember you screaming.
You couldve walked away. why didnt you walk away? It doesn’t make sens. Why did you think to cut me out? Why did you try to save me? Im trying to make it make sense inmy head. It’s not working.
Fuck I dont know what I was thinking when I asked for a paper and pen. Why am I asking you questions? Its not like ill ever understand. At this point, I think it’s pity thats letting Zeke let me waste ink on trying to write straight. He doesn’t know what im doing, but thats better this way. Better than sleeping—better than eating. I just wanna talk to you and this is as close as I can get. Its my own damn fault, but I dont care.
I completed my mission. After this, im done. ill give up the rest of my term. I dont want any of that glory anymore. I dont want to be a hero. Im just done.
Fuck, my head hurts so much. I dont really know if what im saying is making sense. Im hoping you never read this.
im sorry. I wish I could explain it to you some day, but chances are, ill be dead soon. Whether for treason or because they need to pass on the Titan, and I wont be able to see you again. Which means youll never know how sorry I am. How much I
Thats okay. I dont think youd believe me now even if I did say anything.
I remember your dream to live by the lake with a bunch of kids. You know I started to wonder if youd mind if they were our kids, not just some orphans who needed a home. I’d imagine one of them with blond hair. Imagine them swimming in the lake.
Never told you that was my dream too. Never knew i could have a dream of my own, something only I wanted and not just something to further marleys damn agenda, til I knew you. Sounds stupid but its true.
I think youd like Marley, if we weren’t sworn enemies. Just want you here with me right now. make me sleep easier knowing you’re there when I wake up.
Dont want secrets either. Fuck I miss you so bad. I feel s o tired all the time.
I rember when i first saw you all could think about was how you were the most prettiest girl id ever seen. I don know if you know thats why I tried to distance myself. Knew I couldn’t get distracted from my mison. happened anyway. Wish I could tell you that.
wish I could tell you I love you. Wish I could see the look on yur face when you try lobster for the first time. Youd love it. Not sweet, but tons of desserts here too.
Shit. And the ring on your finger. ill put a ring on your finger. I promised. i swear ill go home and buy a ring for the moment I see you again. Might not be pretty but will do the best I can.
Olnly wnat only wnat only want to see you again and beg for your forgiveness. Let you know if I had a choice, I wouldnt have done it. Would take it all back, nd stay. i wanted to stay, stay with you and the others. I used to want to spend the rest of my life in those walls, now I think im sick and tired of them dividing people who arent even that differnet.
My eyes are beginning to burn. Worse because the skin is sitll growing back. Fucking hell god I miss you. miss your smile more.
I know i dont deserve your forigvneess forgiveness. I want you to be angry with me. I deserve as much, and I cant ask you to, but
With love,
Rienr
You fold the letter, eyes closing as your fingers trace where the ink bled, the old tear stains wrinkling the paper beyond measure. Some are older than others, and you trace over his name again, your eyes burning, your throat tight enough to suffocate.
You’re leaning against the wall as everyone disembarks. They had taken Eren off first, Hange and the others getting ready to depart for the city while Connie and Jean lift a covered stretcher too white for the vivacious girl that lays dead beneath it.
They pass you silently, and you catch sight of a certain captain approaching, his pale eyes nearly swallowed by the shadows haunting his face.
“Captain,” you say, straightening. Placing the letter back into the tin, you slide it back into your pocket as he folds a green jacket over his shoulder. You give him a nod.
“You made it out alive,” Levi observes. He stops beside you, eyes more focused on what’s ahead. No doubt he’s not looking forward to having to take Zeke to wherever he needs to go—somewhere far, far away from Eren. You cross your arms.
“It’s good to see you, too, Levi,” you intone. Sighing, you step in beside him and look out at the Walls you can’t see in the distance, your entire body wrought with a strange fatigue that’s only sewn into muscles by adrenaline leaving the body. “I think I’m going to stay.” He tilts his head to you, eyes flickering to your face, and you mirror the shift, your arms tightening. “I can’t leave this unfinished. Not after Liberio.”
“The farm will have to be abandoned,” he points out. “The kids, too.”
“I’ll make sure I move them where someone can take care of them. Somewhere north, far away from the brothers,” you assure, although still, your heart begins to sink and you close your eyes, exhaling deeply. “I have to hope they understand.”
Levi only nods, and you open your eyes as he wordlessly takes the jacket off his arm and offers it to you. Grasping it wearily, you open your mouth to ask questions but he only sets off, back towards the cabin where Zeke is still being held, and you snap your jaws shut, looking down at the jacket.
When you unfold it, you swallow the hard rock in your throat at the blue and white slipping beween the folds of olive green before there’s a sharp whistle. Looking up, you see the carriages already beginning to load up, and you glance back at the door where the captain has disappeared through before jogging down the ramp.
You slither your arms through the sleeves and shuffle the fabric along your frame as something thumps against your thigh, and you frown, reaching down into your pocket and coming into contact with something smooth and hard.
Withdrawing, your lips part at the green bolo tie gleaming in the lights of the port and you, without another thought, pull it over your head, letting it fall against your breastbone.
“For your services to the Survey Corps.”
There’s no time to second-guess now. No time to debate.
“Good to have you back,” Hange murmurs as you walk towards the carriage taking Mikasa, Armin, and the others back to the city. You tug the lapels of the jacket tighter around yourself and flash them a weak smile.
The Wings of Freedom on your arm feel like a brand, and it prickles your skin as you climb in after them.
.
Distantly, he remembers flashes.
Eren reaching forward for Zeke, the exhaustion ripping him every which way, the sound of ODM gear whizzing in his ears as he tries to make sense of the punctured sensation in his armour.
How he had softened his nape, intending to die then. At least, let his death have some meaning, he had thought. Let him make one last effort to repent for everything he did to Paradis, and to his friends who’d been more family than his own mother.
He slips in an out of consciousness for the next few days. He doesn’t know what is up, what is down, but he does recognize his surroundings blearily, the way his head spinning somehow slowing when he presses his temple to the wooden floor.
How can he almost hear your voice in the echoes of the panels, countered by someone who almost sounds like Annie before he drifts off again.
When Reiner finally regains consciousness again, he wakes to someone crouched down in front of him. Jerking up, he lets out a sound before a palm slaps over his mouth and your face is shoved against his own.
“Shut it,” you whisper fiercely. “It’s just me.”
Your name muffled by your own hand, his eyes begin to burn and you lift your palm away as he sits up and you draw back. You’re dressed in clothes that look like they’ve seen better days but you’re relatively uninjured as you pull back. New lines adorn your face—one of the many prices of their damned war—and you only look exhausted.
Sitting up, Reiner’s whole body groans as he leans against the wall, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Your hands are hovering around his body like you’re scared he’ll collapse and there’s a fracture in your mask.
Something gleams on your finger and his eyes flit to it, his heart lurching when he realizes what it is.
The ring. You’re wearing it. You…
For a moment, a glimmer of their teenage selves shine through and he wants to reach for it—touch it so he can remember what it’s like to be happy. He thinks it’s an awful like now; the swelling of his heart so big he can’t breathe; the way his lungs are static in his chest; how he can’t say anything because there are so many words that want to come out first.
“You’re here. You’re alive,” he finally settles on raspily. Your eyes glint with a youthful pain as you nod.
“So are you.”
And he doesn’t know who moves first—you or him. Nothing is forgiven as their bodies crash in an embrace that lacks grace, but they cling onto another like the world is ending and they’re the only ones left standing.
Maybe they are.
He buries his face in your neck, and your arms are so tight around him your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body melts against his and his skeleton sags in his own body.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. “I‘m sorry.” A hand against your neck and an arm around your waist, he wraps his legs around your own and traps you against him. You seem to only sink into him even more.
Is that enough? I don’t want you to hate me.
You suck in a breath, and then it comes out shuddering. “You can spend the rest of what life you have left repenting for making me fall in love with a man who was always supposed to die.”
Softly, in his mind, your voice cools the searing heat of hatred inside him. It’s enough. It has to be.
“I’m sorry,” he says again. It’s like they’re the only words he knows. He can’t remember ever meaning it this much. For him dying, for making you love him, for ever coming to Paradis. For loving you. For loving you. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know. I know.” Your face turns to press against his own. Your lips brush against his jaw and his eyes slide shut, tears rolling down his face. “I read every single one of your letters.” Drawing back, you cup his face in his hands and your fingers smear his tears all over his cheeks as his palm rests against your neck. Thumb stretching up to touch your chin, he feels sobs shuddering in his throat at seeing you again—looking at him almost like you used to. “I can’t begin to understand, but I know you are. And I know you love me.”
Choking, he gasps, “You should hate me.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I should.” You’re crying, too, voice thick, tears stubborn on your cheeks as you give him a watery smile. “I should hate Marley, too. But it’s beautiful there. The water by the sea… I want to be there with you next time. We need to go together, before you leave me alone, okay?”
Reiner doesn’t quite hear you. He hears Marley, and beautiful, and he’s never noticed how beautiful you are when you cry, but right now, it’s the simplest truth he knows.
“Okay.”
When you tilt his chin up and kiss him softly, something inside him explodes from the gentleness that makes him want to crack in the palm of your hands. It sears him from the inside out, makes him grab onto you like you’ll disappear—this is another dream, isn’t it?
It has to be.
You can’t be kissing him again after four years. He doesn’t deserve it. You’re an illusion, something his mind made up to deal with the pain. He’s finally cracked for good, just like Bertholdt said he would, and he’s the devil, not you.
But then you pull away just for a moment to smile, eyes barely open as you look at him with a sad tenderness that wraps him in an invisible embrace, and he is faced with the heart-wrenching reality.
The sky is falling, you are holding him tightly again, and they’ve lost their years. But you’re here. With him.
He knows that this isn’t a dream as he feels the coolness of the silver band on your finger and the heaviness in how he knows he hasn’t repented a damn thing.
Why him?
As you run your hand through his hair, you press their foreheads together.
“And I do want a family with you, by the water if you’d like,” you murmur fleetingly against his mouth and his eyes widen, cheeks burning, entire face crumbling as he turns his face in to your shoulder, crushing you in another brace. Sobbing into your neck, his fingers dig into your shoulders, wrap tight around your waist, squeeze you so close he isn’t sure where you end and he begins and your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Reiner, say it.”
“Please,” he whispers thickly into your skin, and you cradle the back of his head with a hand. He’s nothing more than shambles. “Please, don’t go.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” you promise. His breath is hot against his own face as you pull his head back and cradle his face again, thumbs brushing away the tears from his red face. “Just a bit more. A bit more and then it’ll be all over, you know?”
And he understands, then, what you want from him. Struggling for breath, for his lungs to stop seizing in his aching chest, he cups your face that turns into his palm on instinct, your face wet with your own tears as, for a moment, they try to pretend this isn’t where they really are.
Like they’re still in that afternoon in Trost, a thousand years ago, with the kids flipping coins into the water fountain and a cream bun between them. Like they’re under the tree, apple juice on your wrist and his lips on yours.
Like it’s those trips to the city, the walks on the Walls. Honey is dripping down your chin and he’s pretending he doesn’t want to kiss you, or there’s grease smeared on his forehead, and you’re reaching up to wipe it off his skin.
Like a thousand moments all at once, and he nods to himself as you brush your hand over his temple. The world outside is startlingly quiet, as if the universe itself stopped everything itself to watch this moment, and Reiner takes a breath that bruises his sternum before he’s holding your left hand where that ring still sits.
And slowly, he pulls it off, whispering as firmly as he can. He’s sure he fails—he’s shaking all over from your presence alone.
“When this is over, I’ll put that ring back on your finger. I promise.”
The smile that splits your face is dazzling. It’s the smile he’s missed since the day he left it.
“We have a lot of things to work out, Reiner Braun.”
And your fingers barely brush his jaw before you’re leaning to press a sweet kiss against his mouth. It’s sugary on his tongue, like honey and apple slices.
.
Your back is warmer when you’re pressed up against Reiner’s. The ship is quiet, and their pinkies are just barely hooked on oen another’s as you stare blankly at the empty space between Connie’s boots. You don’t speak, and Reiner’s gaze is only on you. He can’t look at anything else now that you’re back by his side again.
There’s a cut on your cheek from the fight just half an hour ago, and there’s dried blood along your hands where your knuckles had split open, but everyone seems too exhausted to clean themselves up.
Reiner himself has a blanket pulled over his shoulders, and he sighs, slouching in his own sack of flesh.
Your head tilts towards him, enough that your temple presses against his cheek. His eyes close and he leans into your touch. Not a word passes by, but their hold on each other’s hands tightens. And Reiner thinks.
For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Something that hasn’t burned since he left Marley as a child.
Reiner thinks he doesn’t want to die anymore. He doesn’t want to miss you for another moment.
.
Raising from the steam, you groan, your hands searing from the inside out as you touch your face where you swore every inch of your skin had been stretched, but nothing seems out of sorts as you glance around. Everywhere, all your friends who had turned just as you had are in various states of disoriented. The air is still hissing, crackled with surprised screams and shouts of names as people look for one another across the field.
It smells like cooked meat and burnt hair, a none-to-pleasant mixture that turns your stomach.
Getting to your feet, you wipe at your face, trying to ignore the weird feeling underneath your nails and the ache seizing your muscles. Trying to ignore the remnants of Eren lingering like a ghost that won’t really leave you alone. You shiver, and a strange cold sweat takes over your body.
He had taken you to the sea, except it wasn’t the shore you were familiar with. There was a cabin nearby, with blonde children running, chasing after one another and a man with golden hair standing on the porch, firewood in his arms as he calls out silently. Or maybe you had been standing too far to hear.
“Eren… where are we?”
“Wherever you think you are,” he had said. “I just brought you where you wanted to be.”
A voice, quiet as a memory, catches your attention. “Here let me help.” A soft wind blows throw the mist, cooling your scorching face as you feel a presence stand behind you.
“Oh, thank you.” You look over your shoulder to see a tall boy, and your heart stops. Mouth dropping open, you stare at his foggy image, but he only smiles fully, a smile so tender it reaches every corner of you as you stumble forward, fingers stretching for him. “Bertholdt!”
His smile grows only that much more, eyes squinting a bit and a flash of teeth before he’s looking at your hand that passes through his chest. All at once, all the hope built up in your chest crumbles, and your hand snaps back, trembling just before him. He lays a hand over your own and your eyes begin to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks.
And then, softly, you barely whisper, “I miss you.”
Bertholdt’s smile merely grows, as if to say everything he couldn’t say before. As if to show he’s at peace now—that your last memory together isn’t every part of him, and your lips press together, trying to stop yourself from shaking.
Shadows form in the fog, and together, the two look as a freckled boy and another girl steps out of the mist a distance away, beaming like the sun. Connie and Jean stagger to their feet just behind you, and your heart lurches into your throat when you recognize them.
“Marco! Sasha!”
Someone calls your name and you turn around just as arms scoop you up and you let out a surprised noise before settling into Reiner’s arms. Looking over your shoulder to look at Bertholdt, your heart only sinks.
He smiles and Reiner lets out a sharp breath beside you, settling you down. “Bertholdt…” More shapes emerge. A shorter boy accompanied by another taller one, both alike in their features. You recognize one as the Jaw Titan holder before Falco, but the other—
“Marcel!” Reiner chokes out the name, hand stretching out to the fog, but the boy merely tilts his head and waves.
Closing your eyes, hot tears streak over your cooling flesh as you fling your arms around Reiner again and press your face into his neck. He cradles the back of your head, and he feels… somehow weaker, but still, there is that impassable strength in his core that wraps around you as he watches over your shoulder, still clinging on despite your clothes hot enough to burn.
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive. It’s the only thought in your head. Your last clear memory had truly been the others taking flight, and the pain that had ripped apart your body before sewing it back together again in unjust proportions. Your limbs had been too big, your blood racing too warmly through your head as your legs pumped but your brain screamed to stop.
Your fingers had sank into Reiner’s legs to pull him down and you had watched—watched Jean take a bite out of him—
You shiver and Reiner’s arms tighten around you instinctively, constricting enough to let you know that his attention isn’t on you quite yet.
Boots shifting on the ground tentatively, your knees feel gummy as you draw back long enough to look at him. He still looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to watch the mist retreat. Bertholdt and the other two boys fall into a pool of fog, and your lips part in a farewell, but it’s already too late.
He’s gone.
A wind sweeps through the battlefield, tickling your sweating neck and cooling your boiling blood.
“Hey,” a soft voice croaks.
Their eyes meet in tandem. He regards you softly, like you are the reason the sun rises and the stars hang at the sky. Overwhelmed, you can only cup the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Your other hand along his jaw, it takes all you can not to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace that’ll send them both to the ground.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper hushedly against his mouth, throat swelling as he lets out a soft noise of surprise as you pull him into another tight hug. You don’t care that you’re crushing him, just that his heart is pounding against your own chest. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.”
His eyes widening, he wraps his hands around your wrists and pulling you back just enough to kiss your fingers that crumple against his mouth. Clasping one of his hands in both of your own, you close your eyes and he uses his free fingers to brush the tears off your cheek before reaching into some dented tin you don’t recognize.
Eyebrows furrowing, you feel the heat leave your entire body, sapping your energy too, and your eyes snap to Reiner who steps back, cracking it open and presenting it to you.
“You’re not the one who has to be sorry. I don’t think I’m the Armoured Titan anymore,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I get the rest of my life back, but either way, I want to spend the rest of it repenting to you in any way I can, if you’ll allow me to.” A weak smile. “Truth.”
Your throat closes up, and you stare down at the ring so protected, gleaming despite the destruction around them. It looks almost out of place amongst the grime smearing your skin, the sweat drenching their skin, the smell of blood and metal clinging to their clothes, but Reiner only watches you with a tenderness you can barely meet. It’s so overtly overflowing with devotion that your heart is resting on your tongue, seizing control of everything.
You barely nod, chewing on your lip, trying not to cry even harder as his eyebrows rise in relief and he lets out a long sigh.
He lifts the ring out of the tin, snapping it closed before sliding the band back home onto your finger and all at once, everything floods you. The exhaustion, the pain, the hunger, thirst, grief wrapping around your bones and chaining you to the ground.
It’s over.
The minute he put the ring on your finger, it would mean it was over. No more blood, no more fighting.
Just like he promised.
You barely croak out his name before you fall to your knees. You trust him to catch you, and he does.
[THREE YEARS LATER]
Just after the Rumbling had stopped, you had gone back to Paradis alone and came back with three children to a man who was still uncertain in a world that was changing.
Since then, you’ve learned so much about the world, about yourself, about Reiner.
How he’s seized by night terrors even now, just like you, and how one thing that soothes it is going out for a walk while the sun still simmers below the horizon, the sky a dark navy blue spliced with orange rays. The intricate details like him making a point to tie his own tie because his father never taught him how or the way he has to chug his coffee so he has enough energy to get through the day.
And some days are horrible, haunting, but now, it is far outweighed by the good. He teaches Xav how to dress smart, takes the girls out shopping. Sometimes, he’s spotted around Liberio with a flame-haired boy riding his shoulders, you trailing behind hiding a smile behind some ice-cream.
Different nations, foods, cultures surround you now—citizens of countries coming to settle down roots, spread cuisine to Marley. The idea before, of humans so different than you but still similar at the root of it all, existing, still blows your mind. The technologies that you had never seen before, languages you’d never heard, sights you’d never seen, had all swarmed you as you stepped into a new world with him.
But there is always one thing you’ll come back to.
Leaning against the railing in the port city Reiner told you was the harbour he had left twelve years ago, and returned to seven years ago, you watch the clouds travel in slow drags across the pale blue canvas hung high above your head. The water spans for as far as you can see, glimmering under the sun and gorgeous enough to take your breath away. You pull at your coat across your chest absently, ignoring the tender growl of your stomach.
Breathing in the salty wind, you feel your chest expand at the litle fishing boats a little ways out.
Reiner was right. You don’t get sick of the sea. You never will—not of this much water. You still remember the first time you had swam in it, the salt-water making your hair crisp, the cold sweat forming on your your sun-warmed skin.
You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you spot blonde hair and warm eyes and smile. Your heart flutters a bit. You shift on your feet.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Reiner leans down beside you, and you clasp your hands, letting the sea wind curl against your neck. Reaching to slip his hand in between yours, he sighs and you lean against his shoulder, glancing at their pile of interlaced fingers. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” you whisper, although even still, you can feel a numbing at your fingertips. You remember what it was like to be a Titan, even now. The sensations haunt you—flashes of your own mutated body, the grotesque meat of your hands sinking into the ankles of the man beside you, the bloodcurdling roar spilling out of your throat.
Glancing at their fingers, you watch the flashes of silver of the rings play in the sunlight, your band now having a matching counterpart on his own hand. You grasp his hands tightly, bringing them up to your lips and his own grip tightens when you dust a kiss gently along his scarred knuckles.
“No,” you finally say at length. “I’m not okay. Going back to Paradis makes me nervous as hell, but we’ll manage.” He nods slowly, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. His own encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him and your eyes close at the familiar warmth—a warmth you’ve woken up next to most days for the past three years.
“Have you eaten yet?” he murmurs, and your fingers play with the soft edges teasing at your pads as his nose presses against your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the soft heat emanating from his skin, and you shake your head, melting against him. With one arm still around you, he slants his body away from just enough to pull a bag out of his pocket and it crinkles as he hands it to you. Taking it, you frown and look inside.
A cream bun. You can’t help the crumbling in your expression and Reiner holds your face in his hands carefully, kissing the corner of your mouth.
“Let’s stay positive,” he whispers. “We don’t know the situation until we get there and Historia briefs us.”
“I know,” you whisper and his entire expression eases at your words. His eyes gaze at you as if you’re the sole centre of his universe, and he cups your jaw more insistently, pulling you in for a gentle kiss, one you ease into, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth. Laughing, you feel his little nose scrunch and your heart bounds up into your throat as he pulls back only to kiss you again, softer this time.
“Get a room!” A sharp female voice ruins their moment and you pull back just enough to see a red-headed boy running towards them and Reiner crouches down just in time to scoop Xavier up.
“When are you getting married?” he demands. “I was promised cake when you guys got married.”
“I dunno. When you move out of the house I guess,” you tease and Xavier pouts, rubbing at the side of his nose with the heel of his palm.
“Besides, you got cake for your seventh birthday, buddy,” Reiner groans as the boy twists in his arms. “You’re getting heavy. What are you feeding him?” he adds, smiling roguishly at you and you roll your eyes as Alina and Anya approach, sun hats protecting them from the glaring sun. Alina, grocery bags in hand, waves. Anya, who’d been the one to shout, tucks her coin purse back into her bag before flashing you a great big smile.
Only fifteen and seventeen. You can barely recall what it’s like being that young anymore, but you’re grateful they didn’t spend it the way you did. They get to know beauty, and no limits at all. The former comes naturally, the latter is partially because Reiner spoils them rotten.
Alina picks a flower with velvety purple petals from a bouquet she cradles in her arm, extending it to you.
“For good luck,” she says. “And protection.” Your heart melts at her words and you pause for a moment, looking from the gorgeous bloom to Reiner, occupied with the boy in his arms making silly faces at him. Then, without another moment, you sneak the flower behind his ear and he reaches up immediately to hold it against his head, turning to you in surprise.
“To protect the both of us,” you explain.
“Thank you. I’ll be extra careful now.” He looks at the girls, setting his free hand on Alina’s head heavily and she flushes, smiling grandly. “You three behave while we’re gone, alright?”
You nod. “Listen to Levi.”
“And listen to your sister,” Reiner adds to Alina and Xavier. The former rolls her eyes, the latter sticks out his tongue. “I’ll miss you.”
This is their home—their family that tumbles together into a huge hug, and you can’t help but stand back, watching how they all seem to merge into one unit, unaware of where one part of their reach ends and another begins.
As Reiner pulls you into the hug, your heart soars through your body, effortlessly pounding in your throat and in your fingers and everywhere at once. Liquid heat pools everywhere as Xavier screws up his face when you kiss his cheek, the same way Reiner does after he’s eaten something sour.
And maybe it’s a bit different, or a bit broken, the shards of their bloody history still poking at their heels whenever they think you’ve forgotten them, and it’s most definitely not perfect, but you would rather have it like this then anything else.
“Hey, guys!” Breaking apart, the family look over to see Armin, Annie, and Pieck walking over. Gabi and Falco meander a little bit behind, pushing Levi in his wheelchair, and Jean and Connie are running not far behind them, shouting at one another. You stifle a laugh and Xavier shimmies out of Reiner’s hold to run towards them. The girls follow after him, trying to hold back their runs but the closer they get, you can tell the more frantic they are to say goodbye.
So this is what they’ve made a peace. Something, you hope, is good.
Annie bypasses them quickly, making her way over to you and you survey her face as Reiner squeezes your shoulder, walking over to their friends. Her blue eyes are fixed on your face, and you feel your lips curving into a smile as she shoves her hands in her pockets. Her hair is swaying in the wind, gleaming flaxen, and you remind yourself, not for the first time, that Armin and Annie’s kids, if they ever decide they want them, will be gorgeous.
Hope for the future, and all that.
She stops in front of you, tucking a strand behind her ear.
“So,” she says at length, “we’re going back to Paradis. I’m surprised you decided to come with us. You don’t owe any of us anything.”
“I know. But… you’re my best friend. You do the talking, I fly the getaway plane, right?”
“Yeah. There used to be a time when it probably would’ve been the opposite.”
You nod, and they stand in silence for a moment, watching each other. Two women who should not have been friends, but were against all odds. You don’t think you would be here today if it weren’t for Annie.
Your heart lurches and you take a step forward just as she does, her mouth open to say something. You throw your arms around her and she lets out a noise in surprise as you close your eyes. Arms coming underneath yours, her hands dig into your shoulders and you smile against soft hair as she sighs, easing into your hug.
“Finally working together on an actual assignment,” you mumble and her head tilts as her small frame shifts, a hand patting you on the back as a sign for you to back up. “Just like we always said we would.”
Bluntly: “Just don’t do anything stupid.”
“You, too.” Pulling back, the two look at one another for another soft moment before you remember the bag in your hand and you shift the bun up in the bag, extending it towards her. “Want some?” Her eyebrows rise in faint delight, before she’s reaching over, pinching and tearing a piece off.
You grin and do the same and you gesture for her to come stand by the rails with you, stuffing the bag into your coat pocket. Leaning against the warm metal again, you hear a seagull call. The plane you’ll be flying to Paradis floats on the water, the technicians giving it the final check before you take off.
If anything goes wrong while you help prepare and oversee accommodations for the rest of the ambassador group, you’ll remember to fire the black signal flare, but you trust Historia. You trust your friends.
You glance over at them, all laughing, and you notice that the flower has gone from Reiner to Pieck, who’s taking it out of her dark hair to tuck it into Jean’s, and his cheeks redden as he brushes it more securely behind his ear.
Annie catches your attention again, pointing out idly that they’ll have to separate soon when they finish with the plane, and you tell her to just wait a couple minutes more as Reiner catches your gaze. Setting Xav, who has somehow wormed his way back into his arms, down, he walks back over to you, and his hand trails purposefully over your back before resting at the nape of your neck, a reassuring weight on your body.
“You guys okay?”
“We’re fine,” Annie replies. “You have a clingy boyfriend,” she tells you.
“I think it’s charming.”
She rolls her eyes. Reiner smiles, and you pat the railing beside you—silent invitation. He leans in on your other side, clasping his hands and watching the fishermen pull themselves to shore, singing a tune to each other—one familiar to all three of them and one that you wish you could get out of your head.
“Soon may the Wellerman come…”
A faint breeze tickling at your fingertips as a sharp call for embarkment splits the harbour, you simply sigh and look over at Reiner. “I just want these last few moments to last.” His eyes meet yours, and he leans forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Annie lets out a soft noise of disgust and you bump your hip against her as Reiner pulls back.
Closing your eyes and lifting your head to the wind, you can almost imagine the one person missing standing on the other side of Annie, dark hair like spun, stained bronze and eyes like warm chocolate. He’d smile and tell them not to worry in that sincere way of his that makes you believe every word he says—as long as they were careful, they wouldn’t walk into any traps.
Your chest aches, and your lips tug into a heart-wrenching smile as you begin to sing along. Reiner slips a hand in between yours, pressing his temple against your head and you loop your other arm through Annie’s.
She rests her head on your shoulder, listening to your voice, eyes on the sailors bringing in their haul below them. Reiner hums the shanty softly, distractedly, eyes cast across the sea.
You tilt your head up to the sky, at the stars you cannot see but will join one day, and smile.
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I need that promised Dinner Date for Mechanic!Frankie!!! <3
Of course!
Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader
Warnings: Two awkward cuties who haven’t been on a date in a long time and another kiss. A longer one this time.
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Frankie smiled down at his phone as he read the text “Dinner tonight. My place” for the fiftieth time that morning. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He thought that the kiss you two shared might have scared you away, but here you were inviting him to dinner.
“Hey boss,” one of his mechanics said as he walked into the office. Frankie fumbled his phone, making it fly up in the air before landing on his desk. “Am I interrupting something?” the man asked, amused.
“Uh...no. What’s up?” Frankie cleared his throat and stood up.
“Is she hot?” The worker grinned and leaned against the doorframe.
“Get out,” Frankie said calmly.
“Wait, is it that woman that brings her car in like three times a week? She’s fucking hot, man. Way to go.” He clapped Frankie on the back as he walked past him out the door.
“Don’t talk about her like that.” Frankie rolled his eyes and began cleaning his tools.
“It’s a compliment, boss.”
“Hot? No...she’s gorgeous, beautiful, stunning...so much more than hot.” He stared off into space dreamily as he spoke.
“Man, you got it bad or maybe you got it good,” the man joked.
“One more thing like that outta your mouth and I’m sending you home.” He put the wrench he was cleaning down roughly and glared at his worker. “Be respectful, please.”
“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss.” The man walked off and busied himself and Frankie went back to daydreaming about you.
He found himself feeling bad for thinking so much about the small kiss you two shared. It wasn’t like anyone could read his mind, but he still felt a little guilty. He also felt guilty for wanting the day to go by as fast as possible so he could get to you faster.
He closed up shop and headed home to shower and dress in some of his nicer clothes. He knew you wouldn’t have a problem with anything he wore but he still wanted to look nice for you.
Should he tell you he was getting ready?
just got home. be there soon, he texted and left it at that. You didn’t need to know that he was showering and all that.
After his shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. The towel sat just below his tummy and sucked it in, imagining how he would look if he was a bit more svelte. He’d definitely fit into his clothes a little better. He wondered if you liked your men a little more toned than he was.
“You’re an idiot, Francisco,” he sighed before walking away from the mirror and getting dressed.
The button up shirt he chose was one of the nicest he had. It took him about ten minutes to decide how many buttons he should leave undone. He didn’t want to look like he was trying to hard although he really was. His hair was almost completely dry by the time he finished dressing completely. He looked in the mirror again and tried styling it in different ways. He was so used to wearing a hat that his hair never seemed to look right without it. And his stubborn, errant curls went wherever they wanted anyway.
“Screw it,” he said quietly, standing up straight and giving himself a once over. He turned to the side and looked at his butt. “Hmm...” Then shook his head. “What the hell am I doing?” Before he did anything else stupid, he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
Right after he knocked on your door, he regretted not asking if he should bring anything. You opened the door and greeted him with a bright smile.
“You made it,” you said happily.
“I did. What...did you think I’d stand you up?” he asked as he walked inside.
“No, but, uh...” You looked him up and down and he felt his face getting hot. “I’m surprised some other woman didn’t snatch you up before you got here.”
“Oh,” he chuckled sheepishly, looking down at the floor.
“What I mean to say is that you look very nice. I mean, you always do but...you look nice.”
He shrugged. “Thanks.”
“Any time. Uh...you can come into the kitchen if you like.”
He hung up his jacket and followed you in, watching you move to and fro. “Anything I can help with?” he asked.
“Nope, you’re my guest.”
“Okay. Smells good,” he commented.
“Thanks. It’s not quite as delicious as what you made me for dinner, but I hope you’ll like it.” You placed a plate on the table. “Please sit.”
“I’m sure I’ll love it.”
“I put wine out but if you want something different just let me know.” You made yourself a plate and sat across from him.
“Wine is...fine,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry.” He picked up his fork and took a bite before nodding happily. “I knew it.”
“What?”
“It’s delicious.”
You clapped your hands together. “Good!”
You two talked about everything. It was easygoing and fun and something Frankie had avoided for so long. He knew he had just had dinner with you the other night but there was something even more pleasant this time around.
He smiled at the way you got a little more talkative and expressive when you got wine drunk. You laughed at his jokes, you even finished some of his sentences. Before he knew it, you were sitting in the chair next to his and had it turned so you could face him.
“Want some more wine?” you asked after finishing another glass of your own.
“No, I still have to get home, you know,” he joked. You both laughed then just looked at each other.
“So...” You put your glass down and held out your hands. “Lemme see your hands.”
“Hm okay.” He put his hands in yours and you turned them over, surveying them, feeling them. “Rough, I know.”
“They’re lovely hands,” you told him.
“What are you gonna do to ‘em? You gonna read my palms or something?”
“No, I just wanted to...” You looked at him and forgot what you were going to say. “Um...hold...them...”
“That’s fine with me...” He said your name quietly then you said his and then you were kissing. You both sighed into it like you both had breathed the very air you need into each other’s lungs. You let go of his hands so you could lock yours around the back of his neck, fingers tucked into his curls. Your tongue touched his first and he made a small sound before doing the same. Every time one of you pulled away it just started all over again. Neither of you could get enough.
The softness of your lips, the softness of his. Urgent yet not greedy or forceful. Sweet yet passionate. He’d never forget that you tasted of wine and that you smiled when you kissed. You didn’t have to know that he had opened his eyes a few times just to look at you.
When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both breathless.
“Um...wow,” he said quietly.
“Was that okay?” you asked.
“Okay? That was more than okay.” He touched your face softly and you smiled at him.
You both lingered at the door--him outside, you inside. You couldn’t bring yourself to say goodnight so you just kissed him again.
“I had a wonderful night,” he said, “Thank you.”
“Me too. I hope we can do it again sometime.” You ran your fingers over his knuckles then he turned your hand over so he could kiss the back of it.
“We can. I’d love nothing more,” he admitted. He leaned in for one more kiss which you gladly gave to him. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Francisco.” You closed the door and smiled dreamily to yourself before twirling around the living room.
Frankie could see you through the window and he chuckled before driving off. He touched his lips. Everything he had kept himself from all those years he had found again on your lips.
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By My Side (Part 4)
Summary: The reader goes to dinner with her step brothers, Michael and Nick, as well as Jensen. When Jensen starts to see how her brothers treat her though, Jensen and the reader have a heart to heart and start to try a different tactic with their relationship...
Masterlist
Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen x reader
Word Count: 3,700ish
Warnings: language, sibling angst, minor violence, mentioned prior deaths
A/N: Enjoy!
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Monday Evening
“Hey pipsqueak,” said Nick, your arms crossed from where you sat on the couch trying to watch TV. “Since dad and your mom are at dinner at that fancy place, maybe you could take us out?”
“Yeah,” said Michael, still texting away on his phone at the other end of the couch. “There’s that steak place dad said was good. Y/N, you want to have dinner with your big brothers?”
“Not particularly,” you said.
“She still hate us?” said Nick as he came up to the back of the couch, ruffling your hair and placing his hands on your shoulders. “You gotta let that shit go. We were kids.”
“I was a kid. You were both twenty years old and you two harassed me until I moved out, well past when you knew better. Now that I have money, you two-”
“What was that?” asked Nick and you swallowed. “Come on. Let’s get dinner.”
“Whatever. Jensen! We’re going to dinner wherever you are,” you called out. “Jensen!”
He came down the far hallway near where your office was, his hand behind his back on his holster but you shook your head.
“We’re going out,” you said as he dropped his hand down. “To eat. We’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“I’m going with you,” he said. You thought that was odd of him but he made his jaw hard and clenched it. “It’s part of my contract. I go where you go.”
“He’s perky isn’t he,” said Michael as he stood up. You rolled your eyes and went towards the front door to get your purse.
Half an hour later the three of you were seated with Jensen sat at the bar close by and keeping an eye on you.
“Surprised he didn’t ask to sit with us,” mumbled Nick. “Why do you have a bodyguard again?”
“After my old manager tried to have me kidnapped for publicity,” you said.
“You know how to pick ‘em,” said Michael. You gripped the menu tight and reviewed it, already knowing your step brothers wouldn’t even pretend to offer to pay for their meals. You never quite understood them. Chuck was always good to your mom and nice to you. You weren’t particularly close but you didn’t dislike each other either. You got along, he asked about you, you spent time together whenever you visited them. Chuck had always been okay in your book. His children though you could have sworn were adopted with how horrible they could be to you.
“How much you want to bet me I could get that douchey little bodyguard over here in less then five seconds?” asked Nick, a smirk on his face you didn’t like.
“He’s just doing his job. Let him do it in peace.”
“I still don’t get why you have one,” said Michael as he looked over the wine list. “Compared to the other girl on the show, you’re like, not good looking.”
“Dude, I’m your sister. You’re not supposed to find me good looking.”
“I know that, dipshit. I mean, you’re just, plain,” he said. “You’re not the main lead. That’s probably why.”
“I’m co-lead. We have no main lead.”
“But you’re second on the call sheet credits thing,” said Nick.
“Cause Gen got hired before me.”
“She’s still hotter than you,” mumbled Nick.
“She’s married and they’re both my best friends.”
“I didn’t say I want to fuck her. Relax. You’re always so uptight,” said Nick. You bit your tongue and weren’t surprised when Michael ordered a few hundred dollar bottle of wine. You got the twenty dollar one you normally did that tasted just as good and Nick went for an expensive Scotch you’d never heard of.
“Oh,” you said to the waiter before he could leave. “The man on the end of the bar there, his drinks and meal are on me.”
“No problem,” he said as he took off.
“She’s got no problem paying for his food,” muttered Michael.
“It’s part of his job. For him, this is a business expense,” you said. You gnawed the inside of your cheek and forced a smile. “The garlic bread is very good here if you guys want to get some.”
“Good with me,” said Michael. He gave you a smile, a genuine one before he was checking his phone again. You’d always liked Michael far more than Nick. On his own, Michael was a pretty decent guy. When he got with Nick though, and that was more often than not, even into adulthood, he was normally pretty unbearable.
“Working any big new clients?” you asked, your voice a tad too high but he ignored it while Nick went to the restroom.
“Potentially. I actually got a job offer in LA. Senior partner,” he said.
“That’s great,” you said, Michael smiling.
“You’re actually happy about that, for real,” he said.
“You’re incredibly smart. You always have been. I’m really happy you’re getting out of our little hometown and going to work at a bigger firm,” you said. “That’s a really big deal. You should be proud.”
“Here I thought you’d tell me not to move to your city,” he said.
“Why do you think I’d say that?” you asked.
“You don’t like us,” he said, nodding to the empty spot beside him. “You never have.”
“You guys are dicks most of the time. You skipped over the getting to know each other thing and went right into horrible dick older brothers.”
“We weren’t horrible. We still aren’t. I have worked cases that would make your skin crawl. We’re the Brady bunch compared to most people.”
“My dad died and I was so excited to have big brothers, you know? That year was so horrible and Chuck made mom stop crying and laugh again and I love him for that. But you guys...it doesn’t matter. I’m happy you’re getting a promotion, Michael.”
“Our mom died too that year,” he said, lowering his head.
“I know she did,” you said. “Forget I said anything.”
“So when do you go back to work?” asked Michael as Nick returned.
“A few months from now,” you said.
“What are you gonna do after that?” he asked.
“Honestly I’m not sure right now. I like TV but I might do movies. My options are pretty open,” you said. “How’s teaching going?”
“Always a joy,” said Nick, taking a long sip of his water. “I got tenure finally. Not sure if I’m gonna stay though. If Mikey moves out here I might take a position at UCLA.”
“Oh. So you’re thinking of moving out here too?” you asked. Nick narrowed his eyes and you you looked away. “Maybe mom and Chuck will come out if you guys do.”
“Maybe,” said Nick. Thankfully you spotted your waiter come back with your drinks and you were able to order your appetizer and dinner, already expecting a nearly thousand dollar bill thanks to their alcohol choices.
“I’ll be right back,” you said. You excused yourself and walked over to the bar, Jensen sipping on a glass of beer while he half-watched a TV behind the bar.
“Require saving from your brothers?” he smirked to himself, turning before you could tap him on the shoulder.
“Why do you say that?” you asked, leaning against the padded bartop.
“Just a vibe I get, you and Nick especially,” he said. “Nobody gets a pass from me.”
“He’s not a great older brother but he’s harmless,” you said.
“He intimidates you.”
“Like I said, he’s not great but the worst thing he’s ever done was leave me with a group of strange guys. Michael did the same thing. Otherwise they’re just like, crappy older brothers.”
“Crappy or something else? Like I said, nobody gets a pass from me.”
“Jensen. They would never hurt me. I swear on my life.”
“Michael wouldn’t. Nick...I’ll be keeping an eye on him, both of them, whether you want me to or not. I’m the asshole bodyguard after all,” he smirked again.
“Well, it sounds like they’re both gonna move out here soon so we’ll be seeing them more.”
“Lovely,” said Jensen. “So why’d you come over? Need a break from them?”
“Yes. Also, I already told the waiter but your drinks and food are all on me. Feel free to order whatever you want,” you said.
“I’ll stick to the one beer. I’m at work still,” he said.
“They have really good steak. The filet is amazing along with the green beans,” you said. Jensen smiled and played with his glass, swishing the ice cubes around. “The lobster macaroni is also a great side.”
“That’s a hundred dollar steak.”
“Jensen, you know I can afford it.”
“I also know how much you’re paying me. I can afford it.”
“Jensen. I’m your boss. I’m paying for it. Next time I want Taco Bell, you can pay at the drive through if it makes you feel better,” you said. He smiled, a soft gentle little smile you’d never seen on his face before. You returned it, Jensen staring at you before he shook his head and it fell away.
“I’m going to lose this argument, aren’t I.”
“Yeah, you are. I’d much rather pay for your meal than those two bimbos. I like you better,” you said.
“Must have a pretty low bar for them then,” he said.
“Why’d you stop talking to me? After the paparazzi guy?” you asked. He shrugged and wiped off a stray drop of condensation on his glass. “Please?”
“There’s a line I have to keep with you. We can be friendly but if something happens, I am in charge. There can be no doubts about that. I felt that I needed to step back and reaffirm that boundary.”
“We can keep the boundary. But we can be friends too. If you say hide, I’ll hide. If you say run, I’ll run. I know you think I’m a dumb actress but-”
“You’re not dumb. You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met,” he said. You blinked and he offered a half smile. “You have an ability to push through panic and be logical. I know guys with all the training in the world that can’t do that. You’re not a dumb actress. It’s obvious that you were raised to be intelligent.”
“My point is, I will do what you tell me to when it’s those hard moments. But I have confidence that you were wrong before. You can like someone, maybe even care about them like a friend, and still be able to protect them. I actually think it’ll make you better at your job.”
“Give me one example of where that works. Just one.”
“Maybe you want to try talking to your bestie, Jared,” you said. “Or literally most anyone in a relationship anywhere.”
“Touche,” he said. He smiled and nodded. “No more cold shoulder.”
“Thanks.”
“So I should try the macaroni with my steak?” he asked.
“And the green beans. You get two sides. You can get however many you want actually. The dessert selection here is even better than the steak if you can believe it.”
“I’ll have to check it out,” he said. “But no green beans. Traumatic childhood incident with them.”
“I better not be attacked by the cabbage patch kids. They might just take you down,” you said, Jensen giggling to himself. “Oh, he does laugh. Good to know. The roasted truffle garlic fries are really good too.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I think I’ll check them out.”
“Do you want to sit with us?” you asked, nodding back towards the table.
“I better not. I don’t think your brothers like me very much,” he said. “I got a better vantage point over here anyways.”
“Vantage point?” you asked.
“Got a weird feeling is all. I want to stay sharp tonight,” he said. You nodded and turned to go, Jensen catching your bicep. “If something happens, what do you do?”
“Duck and cover and wait for you to get me,” you said.
“Good girl. You did read my instructions.”
“Yup. Even read the part about how to get out of your hands being tied behind your back. Unfortunately, I’m not flexible enough and my ass is too big for that,” you said. He chuckled and you smirked. “Oh you know it is.”
“I’m not opposed to that fact,” he said. You went wide eyed and he laughed. “My boss is hot, what can I say.”
“You better stick to the one drink after all, Ackles,” you said, laughing as you lightly whacked his arm. “Try the triple brownie sundae for dessert. You won’t regret it.”
“Thanks, Y/N.”
“I think I gained five pounds,” said Michael, stretching out in his seat nearly two hours later, the waiter bringing over the check. You frowned at the bill but it was what you were expecting. You stuck your card in the pocket and caught the waiter pretty quickly. It was getting late and you were tired. Even your step-brothers were getting quiet so you hoped to get home quickly.
The waiter returned and you wrote out a tip, sticking your card back in your wallet and purse. You stretched as you stood up, your step brothers taking their time to get to their feet. You headed over towards Jensen when the sound of glass shattering caught your attention. You turned your head and heard tires screeching outside, spotting that the window at the front of the restaurant was gone now. You barely saw the cop car driving by before you heard sharp little noises in the air and felt like you got hit by a truck.
Suddenly you were on the ground, Jensen on top of you. Nick and Michael were ducked down under the table along with most everyone in the restaurant, some people at the bar hopping over the counter and diving behind the back. The whole place was silent and you all heard the front door to the place open abruptly. Jensen stood up in one smooth motion, his gun out and aimed, a shot ringing out a second later as someone yelled. A few seconds later there was a loud echo of feet, Jensen setting his gun on the ground and holding up his hands. Police filled in the place, two very angry looking officers rushing over to him and barking orders.
“It’s okay,” said Jensen to you as he knelt down.
Less than five minutes later he was released and some hostess was thanking him over and over still for stopping the guy that had come in looking for trouble. Jensen shrugged it off, only grazing the guy and the police pretty impressed with him for doing so.
“Are we free to go?” asked Jensen, an officer nodding. He waved for you and your step-brothers to follow, Jensen driving the four of you back to your place quickly. Nick and Michael took their rental car back to their hotel, neither one much in the mood to talk after what had happened.
Jensen checked that the house was secure before he went to his room and shut the door. You weren’t sure if he was okay or not. He seemed pretty calm but he had shot a guy, if only barely. Instead of heading to your bedroom, you wandered down the hall to his area of the house. There was a guest suite there he used for his bed and bathroom but he rarely used it unless he was going to bed and he always, always told you when he was turning in for the night.
As you were about to knock on the door you heard the faint sound of a shower and nodded. He was simply cleaning up. It didn’t sound like a bad idea to yourself honestly. You went down the hall to your room, flipping on the light. It was a soft white in there, the wall behind the bed a shiplap that led up to wood beams going across the vaulted ceiling. Another light was flipped on in the bathroom and you stepped under the shower for a few minutes, washing off your face and skin. After five minutes you went out to the bedroom and over to the closet, finding a pajama shirt and shorts to slip into. Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you found your oversized fleece hoodie you occasionally slept in. Tucking it under your arm, you headed out of the room and back down the hall, Jensen’s door still shut.
“Jensen?” you said, knocking on the door lightly. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” he said. Carefully you pushed the door open, Jensen walking out of his bathroom in just his boxer briefs, wiping a towel over his head. He tugged it down and stared at you, your eyes going to his chest, legs and everywhere in between.
“I uh, wanted to make sure you were alright,” you said, ripping your eyes away and meeting his gaze. He nodded and tossed his towel back into the laundry basket by the closet.
“I’m fine. You?”
“Yeah. I uh-”
“No need to be nervous around me,” he said.
“Right,” you said, Jensen walking right in front of you before stopping. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay and to say thanks.”
“It’s my job,” he said.
“Still,” you said. “I...here. I thought you might like this.”
“A hoodie?” he asked as you handed him the fleece. “What’s this for?”
“S’my bad day hoodie. I wear it to bed sometimes. Makes me feel better,” you said with a shrug.
“Old boyfriend’s?” he asked as he pulled it on, a soft smile spreading across his cheeks. “It’s so soft. Thanks, Y/N.”
“You’re welcome,” you said.
“So was it the boyfriends? Or you get it for yourself?” he asked.
“It was a birthday present for my dad. He died the week before. I never got to give it to him.”
“I shouldn’t be wearing this,” he said, moving to take it off when you caught his wrists. He was so much stronger than you but he let you manhandle him and move his hands back to his sides.
“It fits you better than it ever did me. Besides, I think you’re a little on edge and not telling me which is fine. It’s good for that,” you said. “I want you to keep it.”
“Y/N, I can’t keep something like this,” he said. You stared at him, Jensen swallowing. “It’s important to you.”
“Yes. But you gave me your blanket and wouldn’t let me return it. Fair is fair,” you said.
“Y/N-”
“S’an order, Jensen. Keep it.”
“Yes mam,” he said quietly.
“I hate when you call me that,” you said, moving your hands away from him.
“I know you do,” he said, a quick smirk crossing his face. “Why aren’t you using this yourself tonight?”
“I got my blanket. I’m good,” you said.
“It doesn’t explain why you’re giving me this though.”
“Lately, something else has been making me feel better and safe. My dad would have liked you.”
“Your father was a good person. A brave person,” said Jensen.
“You know how he died,” you said, Jensen returning a nod. “I used to be really angry at him. Why’d he have to go help that woman? He could have walked past and been alive. But since I got older, if I was that woman being attacked, I would pray for a man like that to come help me. I know he was good.”
“I will do my very best to be that man for you,” he said.
“I know you will. If you need something, come get me,” you said.
“Y/N,” he said just as you spun around. “May I have the morning off? You will be with family and my sister is in town for the day for work. I’d like to get lunch with her if I could.”
“Take the day,” you said with a smile, looking back over your shoulder. “She can come to dinner if you like.”
“She’s got a flight back at five thirty,” he said. “Thanks though.”
“It’s no problem,” you said. “Goodnight, Jensen.”
“Goodnight,” he said. You pulled his door shut after yourself and went down to your own bedroom to get under the covers. You stared up at the ceiling, hearing a light pitter patter on the rooftop. Rain was so rare in LA that you normally welcomed it when it came around. It reminded you of back home in a way.
A text popped up on your phone just as you were closing your eyes. It was from Gen and was a link to some news article about the restaurant, a picture of you and Jensen front and center.
You wrote back you were fine and turned off your phone, knowing you’d have to deal with questions in the morning.
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A/N: Read Part 5 here!
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Yandere Stain/F!Vigilante!Darling: Blessed
Warning: Dubcon/noncon
Word count: 3000+
Commissioned by @adosprincess98 !
Ever since his encounter with other Vigilantes like Knuckleduster and that younger protege of his who’d fought him, and after his enlightening fight with Izuku Midoriya, Stain had started to become more interested in others. He wasn’t very keen on having a partner or even worse, a sidekick, but he felt less disconnected from the society he was trying to clean up. He’d find himself on the lookout in between hunts for false Heroes, curious of what the local Vigilante activity in each region was like. It was during one of these nights that he’d discovered an up-and-coming Vigilante, a young woman dedicated to protecting her neighborhood when the police and Heroes weren’t able to. Apparently she was a beloved local figure by most of the community, and Stain had felt a strange form of connection whenever he watched her fight and rush to save innocents without hesitation. He wondered why she wasn’t a real licensed Hero, given her noble spirit.
Another shadowy figure appeared in the alley and walked towards the woman. Stain noticed a few others hidden from sight behind them, but if the woman saw them as well she kept it to herself. “You got the goods?” She cocked her head towards the man in front of her.
“You mean these ‘study aids’?” The man smirked and took out a ziploc bag from a pocket in his jacket. “I’ve got em...if you’ve got the money.”
The woman hesitated. “I have enough for one pill,” she replied cautiously, gripping the inside of one of her pockets. “But...I heard that you have alternative methods of payment, if someone like me wanted more. Is that true?”
The man narrowed his eyes for a moment. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Relax,” she replied casually. “One of my dormmates has a sister in high school who’s one of your regulars. Akiko? She said that you had a way for certain clients to work off debts.”
The man’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “Oh, Akiko,” he drawled. “Surprised she’d tell her big sis that she’s off hoe-ing it up to pay off a drug debt, but I don’t like getting involved in family shit.” He sized up the woman in her long trench coat. “Let me see what’s under that coat, and I’ll see if you qualify for that special service.” Not waiting for her to comply, he put a hand around her waist and grinned. “College girls like you don’t make as much as younger gals like ‘Kiko, but I’m sure you’ll be good for something.”
Stain peered down from above, unsheathing one of the knives holstered on his left leg to take out this piece of trash before he could harm the young woman. When he saw her quickly draw a taser out from underneath her trenchcoat and violently shove it into the dealer’s stomach, his eyes widened in surprise. She threw off the baggy coat revealing a costume that was clearly homemade and tossed off her hat to show the mask covering her eyes and upper half of her face. “I’m definitely good for kicking your ass, you scumbag,” she snapped, gripping the taser and glaring down at the man. “What kind of lowlife sells drugs to kids and makes them sell their bodies to pay off their debts?”
The man’s associates hiding in the other parts of the alley jumped out to attack her; despite the solid punches, taser shocks, and kicks she managed to throw at her multiple opponents, she was still taken by surprise and clearly on the losing end of this fight. The group’s leader staggered up and slammed her head against a nearby wall. “Fucking wannabe Hero bitch,” he grunted. “You think you can put on a shitty cosplay and suddenly become like All Might or something?” He barked out a laugh and withdrew a knife, and Stain immediately jumped into action. Despite this woman’s serious lack of training or experience, she still had the heart of a true Hero--he wasn’t about to let her life be snuffed out by a group of cockroaches.
The next few minutes were a painful hazy blur for ____ as she slumped against the wall and clutched her ringing head. One moment she was being held by her throat and being pummeled against the wall, and then the next she had somehow wound up out of the drug dealer’s hands. She heard the sounds of metal slicing through clothing and flesh, followed by fearful screams that were quickly cut short and devolved into sickening gurgles. Her vision was fuzzy as she tried to get her bearings, and suddenly she felt herself being hoisted up in someone’s arms. “Wha....Huh?” She blinked blearily up at her potential rescuer. “A Hero…?”
“Not quite.” The stranger moved through the alleyways while carrying her, doing his best to keep her awake by asking her questions: if she felt pain in any specific part of her head, if she’d been stabbed by the dealer, if she knew what the date was...anything to keep her awake. ____ lost track of time, answering in a feeble voice as the ringing in her head kept her from focusing. At some point she realized that the man had taken her into a building and set her down onto a mattress. “Don’t try to get up,” he said firmly. “I’ll get something to ease the pain and properly check if you’ve got a concussion.”
“Okay…” she murmured, too tired and aching to even attempt to get up on her own. She squinted at the figure’s silhouette in the dimly-lit room as he slipped a pill into her mouth, along with some water from a lukewarm plastic bottle. After a few minutes, her pain had subsided considerably and her body felt strangely warm and relaxed despite nearly getting killed earlier.
She heard him walk into another room and tried to look around as best as she could from her spot on the bed. Wherever she was, it was clearly somewhere this guy had been squatting in for a while. It looked like an abandoned apartment complex, and a few sheathed daggers were placed next to a small whetstone on the floor. A long red scarf was on the floor where he’d just stood, with multiple tears and dark stains flecked along the fabric. A nagging feeling prodded the back of her mind as she looked at it, wondering if she’d seen it before.
The man came back with a small flashlight and shined it into her eyes for a few moments. Once he was satisfied that she wasn’t concussed, he sighed softly with relief and set the flashlight down before placing a hand on her forehead. “I was worried that this would happen to you at some point,” he confessed. “Even with a heart like a genuine Hero, you’re still not experienced enough to know how to deal with multiple opponents surprising you like that.I should have followed my gut instinct and taken you before you got hurt.” He caressed her cheek and gave her an apologetic look. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you properly, but I’ll make sure you’re never in danger like that ever again.”
____ blinked and frowned as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. “Do I know you?” She tried to move her head up to get a better look at him, and he brushed his calloused thumb against her lower lip while cupping her face. ____ felt another rush of warmth and cautiously curled up in the closest thing she had to a defensive posture. “You’re getting kinda...handsy,” she said, slurring her words a bit as the painkillers left her tongue feeling extra heavy.
Stain froze up for a moment before moving his hand away from her mouth, looking away for a quick moment while he seemed to be holding himself back from saying something. “I’m...sorry,” he replied. “I’ve been watching over you for so long without being this close. It’s strange.”
____ felt her heart race as she slowly put together his words in her fuzzy head. “You’ve been stalking me?” She tried to scoot away from him and stumbled, but he quickly reached out and caught her before her face hit the floor. The way his skin felt against hers left her even more uncomfortably warm. She tried her best to appear intimidating in her current state and glared up at him as her breaths became heavy from the sudden heat in the air around her. “What was in that pill you gave me? And who the hell are you, you fucking stalker piece of--”
The distant lights of a car turning down a street streamed through the dirty windows of the building, and ____’s eyes widened as she recognized the briefly illuminated face of her stalker and rescuer. “Stain? The...you’re the one who’s been killing those Heroes,” she whimpered, starting to shake in his arms. “Why? Why take me, then? I’m not a pro, I swear I’m not. So why follow me?”
Stain felt a slight ache in his chest at the way she’d recoiled in fear upon recognizing him. “I know you’re a Vigilante,” he replied. “Even if you were a professional, I’d never hurt you. You’re noble in how you work, never bowing to bribery or selfishness and always being so hardworking and humble.” He gently rubbed one of the sides of her shoulder as his voice softened. “You’re a true Hero, on All Might’s level in my mind. A very precious and rare treasure, even in a society full of people who claim to be Heroes.”
____ shifted uncomfortably in his arms and awkwardly rested her head against his shoulder; she felt so warm and heavy and tired, even with adrenaline coursing through her body and screaming for her to use every ounce of energy to run away from this obviously dangerous situation. “Um. Thanks,” she mumbled, still slurring her words a bit. She wasn’t sure how to react to a serial killing stalker confessing their admiration to her, but she figured that it was best to try and placate him by being polite. “Is that why you said you wanted to uh, ‘take me’ earlier? Before I got my head smacked around?”
Stain nodded. “You’re too valuable to this world to die in an alley at the hands of them,” he said darkly, wiping a stray bit of drying blood off of his cheek. “Now I know for certain that this is the best place for you.” He reached down and squeezed her hand while holding her closer to him. “Here you’ll be safe, and I’ll try my hardest to make you happy and comfortable.” He glanced at the dingy walls and floor of his hideout. “It’s not the temple you deserve, but I can still protect you here...and worship you.”
____’s eyelids felt heavier and heavier as she felt the Hero Killer lift her up and gently caress her back and lower thighs while he carried her. The way he said “worship” left a sick feeling of dread that made her hair stand on end. “That’s kind, but I don’t need to be worshipped,” she protested. “I’m just a...a friendly neighborhood Vigilante, y’know? I’m not a god or anything, so don’t worry about that.” She tried to stifle a yawn as Stain set her down on a surprisingly comfy futon--though in her exhausted and drugged state, anything would be comfortable and worth sleeping the night off on.
“You really are humble,” Stain replied with a small smile. He started to remove her shoes and the rest of her costume, and ____ feebly tried to keep him from undressing her body. “I’ll wash your clothes while you get some sleep, and after that I’ll draw a bath for you.” He easily maneuvered around her attempts to cover herself and soon she was completely nude on his bed. She shivered as the cold nighttime air blew over her exposed body, and Stain quickly reached for a thick blanket towards the end of the bed to place over her before grabbing her clothes to tuck under his arm. “I’ll warm up the water for your bath once I’m done washing these,” he said. As ____’s will to stay awake waned and she drifted into a deep sleep, the last thing she felt before losing consciousness was Stain’s lips pressed against her forehead.
____ finally stirred when she felt Stain pick her up and carry her bridal style to the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. The pain in her head had subsided considerably, but her body still ached quite a bit and her mouth felt like dry cotton thanks to the pills he’d given her. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t the only one who was naked; Stain’s bare skin pressed against hers as he lowered himself into a large tub while still holding her. “Nghh...What’re you doing?”
Stain slowly sat her up from behind and reached for a bar of soap lying on the edge of the tub. “Bathing you,” he replied simply. “I wanted to let you rest longer, but I didn’t want to let it cool off completely by the time you woke up.”
As Stain washed her body and her hair, she glanced at a large bowl on the cracked tile floor that was lying next to a hot plate; filling an entire tub with warm water must have taken hours. She closed her eyes as he rinsed her hair and held his hand up to keep soap away from her face.
The two of them spent the next few minutes without speaking, with only the sound of the water sloshing around in the tub to break the long period of silence. Stain opted to stay and keep ____ in the bath until the water began to run cold, not wanting to let the warm water go to waste. He guided ____’s body and held her as she lay back against him and tried to relax in the arms of her captor. “Is there anything specific you’d like to eat?” Stain’s voice was much softer than ____ thought a serial killer’s would be, and so were his caresses as he stroked her underneath the water. “I’ll bring whatever you want.”
____ shook her head slightly; with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours, food was the least important thing in her mind. “Can’t think of anything,” she replied feebly. “Just...whatever’s convenient, I guess.”
Stain’s slow and gentle movements started to lull her back to sleep as he held her in continued silence, but when she felt his hands wander to her chest and thighs her eyes snapped open. “Wh-what are you doing?” She tried to move away from him, but her body was still heavy and exhausted from overexerting herself last night--and she was still in a faint haze from the painkillers he’d given her.
Stain traced circles around her thigh, causing ripples to form along the water’s surface. He kissed the top of her head as he stroked her from behind. “Worshipping you,” he replied, still sounding so gentle. “You deserve to be cherished, inside and out.”
____ felt her face heat up, and as much as she wished it weren’t true, so was her core as Stain’s hand traveled lower and lower until his calloused fingertips brushed against her entrance. Her nipple pebbled around his other hand, and when he started to circle her clitoris underneath the water with his thumb she let out a small mewl. She hated to admit how nice it felt: the embrace of the warm water around her and Stain’s body against hers, the hazy fog of her arousal and the lingering painkillers still in her system, and those words of reverence he was showering her with as he continued to ‘worship’ her. She didn’t ask for this, but...she couldn’t quite bring herself to protest either.
Stain began to subtly rock his hips against hers, shivering with pleasure when he felt a bit of precum coat his cock and quickly drift away in the rippling water. Every sound that left ____’s lips was like music to his ears, pure and perfect and absolutely addictive. He continued to kiss her neck and stroke her as she began to instinctively grind against his hand to chase the high building within her core. "I would fantasize about this whenever I was watching over you,” he murmured. “Giving you tribute every night after I came home from a hunt.” His teeth grazed against her skin and he felt her entrance twitch underneath his fingers. He continued to circle his thumb around her clit as he slowly slid his finger into her delectably warm cunt, and he groaned softly when he felt her walls twitch around him. “But those dreams are nothing compared to this.” He gently sucked on her neck and then used his long tongue to toy with her earlobe, and she gasped as he played with her sensitive flesh. “The way you taste on my lips, the sounds you’re making while I pleasure you--”
____ felt the head of Stain’s cock burrow slightly in between her cheeks and squealed as it pressed up against her rear. Stain smiled and kissed her collarbone. “Just like that,” he continued. “And you feel so wonderful around me...so divine.” He slipped a second finger into her folds and curled them both inside, rubbing a spot deep within her that pushed her over the edge. As her body tensed and spasmed around his, cumming with her head tilted back and lips parted, Stain finally let himself climax with a sigh of her name. The two of them stared at each other with half-lidded eyes for a moment until Stain moved to finish their bath.
There was a warm glow emanating from her body that made Stain smile once more as he moved to drain the tub and then carefully lift her out to dry her off. Once she was taken care of, he quickly dried himself off and carried her to their bed. Her eyes were already closed by the time he pulled the blanket over her chest. He settled next to her and kissed her forehead as he wrapped his arms around his Beloved, feeling more comfortable and happy than he’d felt in a very long time. He’d been with her for less than one day and he already felt so blessed.
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(On A03 here)
15 November 2018
[To: Phones]: Just you wait. Imma find you yo.
[To: Phones]: Ill bring you back.
[To: Phones]: You gotta hang in there
16 November 2018
[To: Phones]: That Reaper did something dammit. Its like only me an Shiki remember you.
[To: Phones]: But dont worry once I get ya back well fix this.
[To: Phones]: Gonna scour Shibuya till I find out whats goin on.
17 November 2018
[To: Phones]: You better be alive Phones.
[To: Phones]: Ya know what I mean…
18 November 2018
[To: Phones]: AARGH
[To: Phones]: Aint no sign of any Reapers. They gotta be here.
[To: Phones]: Ill figure this out
20 November 2018
[To: Phones]: Aint stopped searching. I know you out there
[To: Phones]: I can feel it yo. You can too right?
[To: Phones]: We still synced I know it.
22 November 2018
[To: Phones]: still looking
[To: Phones]: Are you even getting these
[To: Phones]: Aint matter…
[To: Phones]: Your number ain’t showin as disconnected. Thats something.
13 November 2018
[To: Phones]: I guess this ain’t a normal Reapers Game. Youd be back now…
[To: Phones]: Not like any of us expected it to be.
25 November 2018
[To: Phones]: Had a weird dream.
[To: Phones]: Like I was figthin by your side again. But I aint know where it was.
[To: Phones]: Not Shibuya.
29 November 2018
[To: Phones]: Still nothing. Aint gonna stop me.
[To: Phones]: I miss you… (unsent)
1 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Still looking.
5 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Raining. Skating in the rain kind of sucks.
7 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Had that weird dream again.
[To: Phones]: I know that means you still out there.
10 December 2018
[To: Phones]: You better be hanging in there.
[To: Phones]: I aint think it was gonna take this long.
[To: Phones]: Even if ya got screwed over like our Game… you should be back by now right?
[To: Phones]: They really pulling some shit.
[To: Phones]: I can’t stand it yo.
15 December 2018
[To: Phones]: It actually snowed a bit. Weird.
[To: Phones]: Maybe one day Ill learn to snowboard.
17 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Had to take a family holiday photo ugh.
[To: Phones]: If the Reapers is looking for more ways to torture people
[To: Phones]: That’s one of them.
20 December 2018
[To: Phones]: It’s COLD. I hope it aint like this where you are.
23 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Dont think Im giving up yo.
[To: Phones]: Had that dream again.
24 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Rhyme made like 300 Christmas cookies.
25 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas
[To: Phones]: I ate too much
17 December 2018
[To: Phones]: Dammit where ARE you.
1 January 2019
[To: Phones]: New year new chances to find you.
5 January 2019
[To: Phones]: You holdin up?
10 January 2019
[To: Phones]: Still cold.
17 January 2019
[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri’s are gonna try selling their stuff
20 January 2019
[To: Phones]: IM GONNA FIND YOU DAMN IT
[To: Phones]: I can still feel it. I know you there even if you aint get these.
23 January 2019
[To: Phones]: You got Partners again? I hope you ain’t alone…
[To: Phones]: It’s been so long
[To: Phones]: But these are still going through…
[To: Phones]: And I can still feel you. I know thats what this feeling is.
27 January 2019
[To: Phones]: Aint giving up
[To: Phones]: I miss you. (unsent)
[To: Phones]: You should be here by now (unsent)
1 February 2019
[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri’s stuff is really takin’ off.
12 February 2019
[To: Phones]: Sorry school and shit getting to me
[To: Phones]: Even if I aint check in Im still here
[To: Phones]: And still looking
20 February 2019
[To: Phones]: You better be kickin Noise and Reaper ass yo.
3 March 2019
[To: Phones]: Rhyme is really into computers now
[To: Phones]: I ain’t understand shit.
[To: Phones]: At least she aint talk like Tabooty
17 March 2019
[To: Phones]: You better be ok.
27 March 2019
[To: Phones]: I totally aced a test today!
29 March 2019
[To: Phones]: That dream…
[To: Phones]: Where ARE you (unsent)
5 April 2019
[To: Phones]: Still looking
12 April 2019
[To: Phones]: Thought by now I’d track down at least one Reaper yo.
[To: Phones]: Aint like Pixie Chick blends in
20 April 2019
[To: Phones]: Damn it Phones where the hell are you
[To: Phones]: Shibuya feels like its moving on
[To: Phones]: Its just wrong yo.
27 April 2019
[To: Phones]: I know there’s Reapers in the RG
[To: Phones]: I swear I’ll find ‘em and make 'em talk.
5 May 2019
[To: Phones]: Is this hopeless? (unsent)
[To: Phones]: Well I guess we know who’s got the higher Noise Erased count now.
20 May 2019
[To: Phones]: I think I’ve memorized every side street and alleyway in this city.
[To: Phones]: When you back Ill be able to show you around blindfolded.
2 June 2019
[To: Phones]: HOT.
13 June 2019
[To: Phones]: People really love Mr. Mew
[To: Phones]: Shiki an Eri might be getting an actual shop to sell stuff in.
24 June 2019
[To: Phones]: I want to go to the beach.
[To: Phones]: You ever gone there?
[To: Phones]: Can’t imagine you in trunks.
[To: Phones]: akljf;ds
5 July 2019
[To: Phones]: How you holdin up
18 July 2019
[To: Phones]: Who decided hot and sticky was a good temperature for anything
29 July 2019
[To: Phones]: I aint giving up you better not either.
1 August 2019
[To: Phones]: Rhyme is scary good with computers. She said something about hacking. Should I be afraid?
17 August 2019
[To: Phones]: Guess who fought a cicada.
22 August 2019
[To: Phones]: The hell is with these dreams.
5 September 2019
[To: Phones]: I ain’t know how many times Ive walked the same streets.
6 September 2019
[To: Phones]: Dont think that last text means I given up. I aint.
20 September 2019
[To: Phones]: This city has changed so much. So many new places.
[To: Phones]: Can’t wait to show you.
1 October 2019
[To: Phones]: How many Noise you beat by now?
10 October 2019
[To: Phones]: Everyone wants to go to Shibuya Halloween this year.
31 October 2019
[To: Phones]: THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I AIN’T NEVER SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE.
[To: Phones]: It took 45 minutes to leave the station and get across the Scramble.
[To: Phones]: We were all bullied into wearing Mr. Mew costumes.
[To: Phones]: Rhyme wants me to clarify that only I was bullied.
7 November 2019
[To: Phones]: Really hoped with all those Halloween vibes that maybe something would turn up.
[To: Phones]: All that stuff about ghosts and shit.
[To: Phones]: Still nothing.
20 November 2019
[To: Phones]: I ain’t giving up.
1 December 2019
[To: Phones]: It’s December again…
19 December 2019
[To: Phones]: You really gotta see all these lights
[To: Phones]: One day.
20 December 2019
[To: Phones]: No escape from Family Holiday Photos.
24 December 2019
[To: Phones]: Too many Christmas cookies.
25 December 2019
[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas kick some Noise ass.
1 January 2020
[To: Phones]: This will be the year.
1 February 2020
[To: Phones]: Ok so maybe it wasn’t the month. But it’s still gonna be the year.
4 March 2020
[To: Phones]: Im sorry I couldnt find you sooner (unsent)
[To: Phones]: This is takin longer than I thought.
17 March 2020
[To: Phones]: You got this.
1 April 2020
[To: Phones]: Aint giving up.
1 May 2020
[To: Phones]: Sorry… school and shit.
[To: Phones]: Dont worry though. Im still here.
[To: Phones]: I know you are too.
1 June 2020
[To: Phones]: I hope its cooler wherever you are.
1 July 2020
[To: Phones]: Even CAT hasn’t done anything in months. I wonder what happened to Mr H.
1 August 2020
[To: Phones]: Still get those dreams once in a while
[To: Phones]: Do you…
1 September 2020
[To: Phones]: Fall again…
1 October 2020
[To: Phones]: Ok this year we’ll be prepared for Shibuya Halloween.
31 October 2020
[To: Phones]: Ok ain’t no way to prepare for that.
[To: Phones]: One of these days you gonna suffer with us.
1 November 2020
[To: Phones]: I will find you. No matter how long it takes.
1 December 2020
[To: Phones]: December again…
[To: Phones]: Damn it.
[To: Phones]: Please be alright.
1 January 2021
[To: Phones]: OK THIS YEAR. I KNOW IT.
[To: Phones]: I wonder what you look like now.
[To: Phones]: Will I recognize you? (unsent)
10 January 2021
[To: Phones]: Fuck. College is next year…
1 February 2021
[To: Phones]: Gatto Nero is gonna get a shop in 104! Can you believe it?
1 March 2021
[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she working on something. Iono what that means…
1 April 2021
[To: Phones]: That dream again. Something feels different yo.
1 May 2021
[To: Phones]: Somethin’s weird. Aint had a feeling like this in a long time.
[To: Phones]: Hang in there.
1 June 2021
[To: Phones]: Pins are getting popular again. Even Gatto Nero’s getting’ in on it. You outta see these designs!
1 July 2021
[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she close to a breakthrough. I aint know on what but she says its gonna help.
27 July 2021
[To: Phones]: Something is definitely goin down yo. You feel it too?
[To: Phones]: We close, I know it.
[To: Phones]: This time fo sho.
[To: Phones]: You comin home.
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Year-End Fanfiction List (E)
This year has opened me to so many fan-fictions. Here are the list of EM fan-fictions that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this year.
Warning: The contents contain graphic/explicit adult themes
Rating: Explicit
beautiful little somethings ( kanjogirl )
She's beautiful, Eren knows, in every context that could ever apply. So he begs for a little taste.
Bitten ( SaraCF )
The first time they made love, he held himself back. Sweet yet rough with yearning touches. He tried his best not to harm her in any way, because for him she was like a porcelain doll — beautiful and delicate. She kept telling him that she was okay with anything, no matter what he did to her. Nevertheless, he was always going to be careful. Or that's what he thought at first.
Crash My Party ( ackermansheart ) @ackermansheart
[...] and when he’s got her hands now and he’s dragging her towards his bedroom he wonders just how many times he’s sworn off her touch only to inevitably fall back to that very same place.
What happens when Mikasa and Eren crash each others parties, again and again?
Drizzle ( dialectus ) @dialectus
A young couple have been madly in love for years—but here’s the problem: she’s rich, he’s penniless, and her family’s apathy towards him has split them apart. But after a mutual friend invites them both to his wedding, they get a second chance at making things right.
good intentions ( sionnacha (orphan_account) )
His fingers find the buttons of her blouse, quickly undoing them as she sits astride—thighs strong and warm alongside his torso. He palms her stomach then, fingers dancing over the solid muscle and the softness of her small breasts.
“Anything for you,” he breathes, eying her over like he can’t get enough, fingers finally coming to rest on the jut of her hips. “Anything.”
Home Is In Your Arms ( miikasaa )
Eren's been out of town for almost two months, and Mikasa's missed him desperately the whole time. When Mikasa can't sleep one night close to Eren's return, she calls him, not expecting the innocent conversation to change into something heavy, or to work her up even more.
I'll Fight Away All of Your Fears ( Kookimunjoo )
Mikasa sat up, panting and quivering. When she registered her surroundings she gave a sigh and wiped at her sweaty forehead. 'It was just a dream...just a nightmare...that would never happen.' she consoled herself in her head, laying back down. 'Eren would never hurt me.'
Love Me Harder ( Kookimunjoo )
She wasn't all that supple, his mind noted as he mapped her with the rough, calloused pads of his fingertips. Her body was scarred and toned and hardened by the life of a soldier. And yet - more so when she mewled and writhed and whined beneath him - all her curves felt as soft and as plush as any man usually fantasized of.
Minuet ( greenmeadow (byzinha) ) @breakthestrutura
They could slow-dance to this minuet forever.
My Strange Addiction ( ackermansheart ) @ackermansheart
A collection of unconnected one-shots and drabbles that take Mikasa and Eren through various universes and stories.
Not Over Yet ( dialectus ) @dialectus
Two torn ex-lovers grow to rekindle old flames once their paths recross, after nearly six years of learning how to live without each other.
Pale Gold ( masserect )
Mikasa lies on her stomach on the bed, her skin glowing pale gold in the flickering lamplight, her thick, dark hair fanning out on the mattress. Shadows dance across every line and curve of her lean, strong body, but she has turned her head away from the light, her face hidden by dark hair and darker shadows. Silent, waiting for him.
paradox ( sionnacha )
Eren is nearly silent, and for once, she is glad.
He is under her—pliant, sweat gathering on his brow and the base of his neck, mouth agape with quiet gasping breaths as she fucks him; a hand planted squarely in the centre of his chest as she drives her hips forward.
Restless ( Kookimunjoo )
Those beautiful eyes turn in her direction, and she starts when she realizes he's looking at her. His lip quirks up and his face morphs into this smug, knowing expression that makes her blush. "What are you looking at?" he teases, "See something you like?" he nudges her gently and she giggles.
"Yes, actually..." her voice forms the words before she can really think about saying them, and both their eyes widen.
Scars Deeper Than Love ( misswongs )
After a tragedy that changed their lives forever, Mikasa is sold to a geisha house at her thirteen-years old being separated from the kid she spent her whole life with, Eren Jaeger, only to be reunited ten years later, testing the strength of their love and reopening past wounds.
sneak out ( mikasuhdude ) @mikasuhdude
It’s initially gentle, chaste intention behind the kiss, but when he opens his mouth a little more, pushes a little deeper as his jaw goes slack and she lets out a gentle hum in response, a fire ignites in him. She tastes sweet, tastes like summertime.
Take & Give ( calily ) @calily
Eren has never really understood what Mikasa's feelings mean, or what she wants. In a moment of intimacy, she gets to show him.
they say love is in the air (so I hold my breath) ( Nakimochiku )
Mikasa's allowed to want this, to want to make sure he's okay.
Touch ( FenroarGreyfront ) @fengreyfront
"[...] When this is all over. When we take it all back. What do you want?"
"...I don't know if it's something you could give me."
A nearly fatally wounded Mikasa is tended to by a guilt-ridden Eren. The task leads to a conversation and chain of events that throws the nature of their relationship into question.
Validation ( FenroarGreyfront ) @fengreyfront
'You left me.' Her skin is warm under his tongue and soft beneath his fingertips, each restrained whimper that escapes her lips flaring his ego like sweet, sweet revenge.
when i was a child there were no crows ( artsycat )
The calm stillness lulls into the background, and there is nothing left to say. Eventually, Mikasa knows, he will talk because there are still reasons as to why he’s brought her here. But she finds she does not mind this quietness. Comfortable and almost peaceful. It will not last though, it hardly ever does. This is the calm before the storm she’s heard so much about, and just like the distant roars of the ocean, this storm thunders and rumbles across a faraway sky, making its way here, wherever here may be.
“I missed you.” He says, breaking the silence. Softer, almost like a whisper, he adds, “I dreamt of you.”
When She Feels Herself Weak ( Kookimunjoo )
Mikasa didn't usually do this, they didn't usually. She was pushy, more so than he'd ever seen her, and when she tugged on his shirt, fingers itching to dig beneath the fabric, he knew they'd be going all the way.
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Inside Out
Chapter 1
Pairing- Loki x Reader
Warning- cursing
Your thoughts and other characters are in italics. Flashbacks are in bold.
“Long before the birth of light there was darkness, and from that darkness, came the Dark Elves. Millennia ago, the most ruthless of their kind, Malekith, sought to transform our universe back into one of eternal night”
Malekith is looking up at the Convergence
“Such evil was possible through the power of the Aether, an ancient force of infinite destruction.”
The Aether.
“The noble armies of Asgard, led by my father, King Bor, waged a mighty war against these creatures.”
The Dark Elves and Asgardians fighting.
Kurse walks up to Malekith. “Malekith! Asgard's forces are upon us.”
The Bifrost opens, and bor steps out with Asgardian reinforcements.
“Send the Kursed.” Malekith told Kurse.
Some soldiers crush objects in their hands and become giant hulk-like creatures. Malekith looks up at the Convergence again.
“As the Nine Worlds converged above him, Malekith could at last unleash the Aether...”
Malekith and Kurse walk up to the Aether.
However, the Bifrost opens and Asgardian warriors attack Malekith, whom he kills. The Bifrost disappears, just as Malekith tries to get the Aether, but it is no longer there.
“But Asgard ripped the weapon from his grasp. Without it, the Dark Elves fell. With the battle all but lost, Malekith sacrificed his own people in a desperate attempt to lay waste to Asgard's army.”
Malekith watches as his forces are slaughtered. “Their deaths will mean our survival. This war is far from over.” He and Kurse get onto his ship and escape without notice, while destroying the other ships in the process.
The ships kill some of the Asgardians.
“Malekith was vanquished, and the Aether was no more. Or so we were led to believe.”
“Sire, the Aether. Shall we destroy it?”
“If only we could. But its power is too great. Bury it deep. Somewhere no one
will ever find it.”
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Earth, New York City
Wow! A lot has happened in the past couple of years for Y/n. She met an Alien/God, saved New York from an alien invasion, found out she has a soulmate who caused said invasion, and last but not least finding Gambit. Even though these last years had its up and downs. Y/n hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and spending time with Gambit is the cause of that. Spending time with him just make everything better it makes her miss Loki less (even though she didn’t get to spend that much time him). Now She was now walking down the street with Gambit eating ice cream in the middle of November.
“You met my mother. How that happened?” Y/n said taking a spoon full of her ice cream.
“The good professor wanted information on you.” Gambit answered.
“Charles Xavier knew about me and my where abounds this entire time.” Y/n said with an eye roll. “Apparently him and my father have an understanding with each other.”
“Your mother...she didn’t know you existed.” Gambit stated.
Of course she didn’t Charles fucked with her mind too what a big surprise
“Well that still doesn’t change the fact that she abandon me.” She said in a dry tone.
“You gave me a chance....you trusted me to protect you and I couldn’t.” Gambit said with a sad grimace.
Y/n to turns and looks at Gambit. “You did your best. You didn’t abandon me. Ya you could’ve call to let me know you weren’t dead but I wasn’t your responsibility. Those people were after her, and she didn’t want to get caught so she left me behind.” Y/n stated. “You gave me to my father so I could be safe so I wouldn’t be used by The Thieves Guild like you was. You protective me. You’ll always be my hero.....no matter what you say.”
Y/n turns away from Gambit and started to walk away. As she approaches the cross walk she hears a voice being broadcasted in her mind.
Please no!
“Someone is in trouble.” Y/n claimed.
“What?” Gambit mumbled.
Where are you
Oh my god
Where are you
In the alleyway behind the Barbecue Restaurants just off Main Street
Y/n takes off running to Ray’s bbq leaving Gambit in her dust. When she arrives in the alleyway and doesn’t see anyone.
Hello are you here
“Thank you for coming.”
Y/n turns around and see five Einherjar Guards. “Ummmm.Hello.”
“We are the Einherjar Guards of Asgard and our king wishes to speak with you on the behalf of Prince Loki Odinson.”
“What?”
“The king would like-“
“No no I get that but why.” Y/n said to herself.
Gambit catches up to Y/n and see her with a group of guards. “Petit? What’s happening.”
“I’m being summoned by the king of Asgard.” Y/n said with a small smile.
“A king!! The king of Asgard.” Gambit finished with a gaping jaw.
I get to go to Asgard!
“Look I have no problem coming but I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Y/n voiced.
“This is important the fate of Prince Loki rest in your hands.” Einherjar Guard said not trying to be pushy.
“Fate.....I thought Loki would have been went to trial.” Y/n turns and looks at Gambit.
“l..l hav-“
“No...no it’s find go I know how important he is to you.” Gambit said with a smile.
“But just find your way back Ya.”
Y/n is about to walks over to them when a thought runs though her mind. “How about you come with me?”
“Invitation is only for you.” Einherjar Guard chimed in.
“I see that but I’m just a mere mortal I wouldn’t be comfortable being on a world without someone who can relate to me.” Y/n said artfully. “Would you want to be on a world all by yourself?”
Einherjar Guards look at each other in confusion
“Or someone is going to have to tell the king that they could get a mere mortal to comply.” Y/n said with a smirk.
“He can come but he will be watched.” Einherjar Guard agreed.
“You heard em lets go.” Y/n said as she pulls Gambit and they stand next to the guards.
“Uhhh. What’s happening??” Gambit said with a curious tone.
“Heimdall open the Bi-Frost!” Einherjar Guard shouted.
“This is going to be fun!!” Y/n said In a giggling way.
Gambit looks over at her and could see the excitement in Y/n’s eyes. “What is about-“
Suddenly Bifrost opens! A portal surrounds them In an instant, they're gone.
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Upon emerge from the Bifrost, Y/n and Gambit looks around at the Observatory.
“Woo-hoo...let’s do that again.” Y/n proclaimed.
“No I’m gonna need a bucket.” Gambit grunted.
“Y/n L. Munroe and....Remy E. LeBeau I am Heimdall The gatekeeper of Asgard.” Heimdall announced.
“Hi....” Gambit and Y/n said in-sink.
“You are a friend of Thor. He has told me much about you.”
“I wish I can say the same.” Y/n said with a smile.
“If you follow the guards they will lead you to the Castle.”
“Thanks.” Gambit said walks with the guard.
“Heimdall...I was hoping I could come back here.”
“What for?” Heimdall asked.
“Well I would love to hear all your stories, being able to see everything in the universe....thats kind of wicked.” Y/n answered.
“Of course you can.”
Y/n smiles at Heimdall then catches up Gambit and whispered. “Do you think I look ok to meet a king.” Y/n was wearing a Navy blue crewneck cable knit with some light blue jeans and white air force 1.
“Petit, you look fine don’t worry about it.”
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Throne Room
Loki is in chains, as he gets brought to Odin.
“Loki.” Frigga said in a began.
“Hello, mother. Have I made you proud?” Loki asked
“Please, don't make this worse.” Frigga said with a calm voice.
“Define worse.” Loki said in a casual tone.
“Enough! I will speak to the prisoner alone.” Odin proclaimed.
With one last look Frigga walks out the throne Room.
Loki looks up at Odin and laughs. “I really don't see what all the fuss is about.”
“Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes? Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death.” Odin voiced.
“I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you.” Loki expressed with a shrugged.
“We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.” Odin specified.
“Give or take 5000 years.” Loki sarcastically remarked.
Odin: “All this because Loki desires a throne.” Odin put forth.
“It is my birthright.” Loki voiced.
“Your birthright was to die!!!....” Odin shouted. “.....As a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in you would not be here now to hate me.”
“If I am for the axe, then for mercy's sake, just swing it. It's not that I don't love our little talks, it's just ... I don't love them.” Loki said perpetually tired voice.
Odin tap the Gungnir on the ground and the doors open. Loki looks back back at the doors to see who could possibly coming in.
“Are we to wait on Thor?” Loki questioned.
“No Thor has nothing to do with this......” Odin started. “This is about someone else. That you are not worthy of.”
Wow this place looks so amazing
“Do you still want the Axe?” Odin wondered.
Loki looks over at Odin with wide eye then turns around and see Robin she looks just as he remembered her. Breathtaking.
“Loki!!” Y/n called out.
Loki can tell she’s happy to see him, she had a broad grin on her face despite him being in chains. “Y/n.” Loki said with darted a suspicious glance at Odin. “What is the meaning of this!?
When Y/n reached Loki she stands next to him and looks up at Odin.
Should I bow
You Bow to no one
Y/n looks over at Loki with a quizzical smile and all she gets back is a coy smile.
She turns back to Odin smiling to herself.
“I brought Y/n here to say goodbye to you.” Odin said in A calm voice.
“Goodbye..why would I need to say goodbye.....is he getting-“ Y/n said in rapid blinking and shaking her head ‘no’.
“You brought Y/n here to spite me......how do you even-“ Loki fumed.
“Frigga told me a long time ago, when you was just a boy.” Odin explained. “And Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again. You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeons.”
“I thought he was going to die.” Y/n said like a weight was lifted off her shoulders, but then a relief is quickly replaced by anguish. “If you were going to do this then why do you bring me here? You should’ve left me on earth, instead of bringing me here when you’re just going to but him in the dungeons for the rest of his life.”
My life
Loki looks over at Y/n with knitted brows. “Y/n....”
“I know what Loki did on earth is unforgivable but-“ Y/n started.
“Did he or did he not kill someone close to you?” Odin asked.
“Yes he did and I kick his ass and my father brought him back.” Y/n answered.
“Your father.” Loki looks over at Y/n with his brows pulled together in a frown.
“Ant....Boot.” Y/n said teasing Loki softly.
“Oh.” Loki said with a blank stare and a paled face.
“Does he deserves punishment or not ?” Odin chimed in.
“Yes but-“
“Then it’s decided-“
“No. No. This can’t be the last time I’ll see him.”
Loki looks over at Y/n and see that black veins slowly starting to appear on the side of her neck.
Y/n, what is the matter
Nothing, I’m fine
“Let me have two weeks with him here on Asgard.” Y/n said not wanting to sound pushy.
“Giving you two weeks with Loki would give him happiness-“
“I’ll be in the dungeons with him.” Y/n said meaning the words more seriously than they sounded.
“You would do that.....” Odin said in curious tone. “.....for Loki?”
“Yes I would.” Y/n said firm persistence.
“Hmm.” With tap of the Gungnir, the doors open.
As the Einherjar Guards come in the throne room and takes Loki and they struggle to get him to leave.
“And what of Thor? You'll make that witless oaf king while I rot in chains?” Loki said with a rigid expression.
“Thor must strife to undo the damage you have done. He will bring order to the nine realms and then, yes. He will be king. “ Odin answered.
Loki looks at Odin and then Y/n as he gets drag away, then Odin looks over at Y/n.
“You can have your two weeks.” Odin announced. “You do not have to be in the dungeons with him.”
Y/n turns her head quickly to look at Odin. “What? why would you just-“
“Do you not want it?” Odin snapped.
Yes..yes I do thank you.” Y/n said sincerely.
“Frigga” Odin calls out for his wife.
Frigga walks into the throne. “Well if it isn’t Y/n Munroe, l am Frigga Queen of Asgard.”
Y/n turns around and see the Queen of Asgard. “Hello.”
Wow she is so beautiful
Frigga approached and took Y/n’s hand in hers and looks at her with a sweet smile. “We have so much to talk about.” Frigga said as she led Y/n away out.
“You are even more beautiful then I thought.” Frigga said with a voice soft with affection.
“No you are.” Y/n said with out missing a beat.
Frigga laughs. “Is this Midgard attire.” Frigga said with one hand spin Y/n around to see her full outfit.
“Oh yes it is.”
“It’s lovely your practically glowing like the morning sun my dear.” Frigga said with a smile.
“Thank you.” Y/n said returning he smile.
“Come dear there’s much we must do.”
Meanwhile Loki watches Frigga and Y/n walking and talking, unaware of the horrors that were occurring several stories below his feet.
“I can’t remember the last time Loki or Thor brought a friend home to meet us,” Frigga said to Y/n . “When a young man brings a young woman home to meet his parents…” Frigga began, implying a possible marriage between Y/n and Loki.
“Technically, I think we have only known each other for a month.” Y/n said, surprised to be having this conversation so soon.
“And if it were three million years, would that change how you feel?” Frigga asked.
Y/n thought on this.
It wouldn’t change one thing.
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“Beautiful golden sunlight shined down through the lush, vibrant forests of Vanaheim. Unlike Svartalfheim, the realm of Vanaheim was much more pleasant an environment. It was home to beautiful lakes and mountains, with vast fields of green spread out as far as the eye could see. But today, it was filled with danger and destruction.
The people of Vanaheim—known throughout the Nine Realms as the Vanir—raced through the forests as fast as they could. They were being chased by the Marauders, a race of space pirates—brutal invaders who were armed to the teeth and out for blood. Their sole purpose in life was to take what was not theirs, and destroy anything—and anyone—that stood in their way.
A frightened Vanir woman ran for her life but stumbled, falling down a riverbank just as a Marauder fired a massive fireball. It streaked above her head, impacting a nearby tree and causing it to burst into flames. As the woman regained her footing, she was confronted by a towering Marauder. He raised his razor-sharp ax, ready to strike, when suddenly a steel mace smashed the villain in the face, knocking him down, and knocking him out.
“Standing over the frightened woman was her savior—Hogun the Grim, of the famous Warriors Three. Hogun did not wait for a thank you, nor did he want one. The Marauders were running rampant across his home world, and Hogun was determined to stop them.
As more Vanir ran to safety, Hogun stood his ground—the only barrier between the fierce oncoming Marauders and the peaceful Vanir. The Asgardian warrior gripped his mace tightly and steeled himself, ready for what just might be the last battle of his life. With a skull-shattering roar, the Marauders charged, determined to crush Hogun and the rest of the Vanir people.
The lead Marauder raised his broadsword and swung, but his blade was deflected by another sword—the sword belonging to Fandral the Dashing, the second member of the mighty Warriors Three! Fandral, still handsome as ever despite the battle, rode through the charging Marauders on his white horse, knocking down one intruder after another until he was able to make his way to Hogun, flashing a smile the entire way.
“Do we have a plan?” Fandral asked his fellow Warrior as he flipped the lead Marauder off his horse and tossed.
“We stand and fight!” Hogun the Grim yelled.
Fandral rolled his eyes at his friend’s single-minded determination to fight. Then a loud Boom, Boom, Boom echoed throughout the trees. Fandral, Hogun, and the rest of the Vanir stopped in their tracks and turned their attention toward the deafening noise. It was coming from beyond the woods, and whatever was making the noise was big. Very big. The ground shook and trees fell with each sound as the unseen threat got closer and closer.
The Vanir did not follow Hogun’s orders to stay and fight, but instead quickly retreated into the woods. The idea also crossed Fandral’s mind.
“Have you considered ‘turn and run’?” Fandral asked, but Hogun only frowned in response. Then the grim warrior looked up and over the tree line and began to back away as well. Finding a Marauder’s horse without its rider, Hogun swung up into the saddle and galloped away. Fandral was close behind as explosions rang out throughout the woods. There would be time enough to fight later.
The two warriors quickly rode their horses into a clearing where the Marauders were fighting with a few of Asgard’s elite guards, the Einherjar, who had come to help the Vanir. Hogun and Fandral stopped before one of their Asgardian compatriots, the strong and beautiful Lady Sif, who was just as brave and tough as the Warriors Three.
Sif was on horseback, locked in furious battle with a dozen or so Marauders. Sif spun her bladed spear high over her head, taking down several of the barbarians, then split the spear in two, forming a magnificent blade for each hand.
Sif fought with fierce determination against the horde, but despite her resolve, she was gravely outnumbered. With all her might, she flipped off of her horse and delivered a powerful kick to one of the Marauders, sending him flying back past the third member of the Warriors Three, Volstagg the Voluminous.
“Volstagg—on your left!” Sif cried.
Without missing a beat, Volstagg swung his battle-ax at his attacker, striking him down with one fell swoop. And when another Marauder tried to attack him with a club, the voluminous one merely took the hit, then turned, broke the club in two, and backhanded the Marauder, sending him flying through the air. But all of this nonstop battling was beginning to take its toll on the excessively large warrior. Now out of breath, Volstagg made his way to a giant pile of timber where he could take a momentary break.
“What are you doing?” Sif yelled. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Here they were in a heated battle with villains known for decimating anything in their path, and one of the legendary Warriors Three was taking a breather.
“Giving them a moment…to regroup…only fair…” Volstagg said between long, labored breaths.
But no sooner did Volstagg stop to catch his breath than another horde of Marauders set their sights on the large warrior. They ran at him with their weapons drawn, but Volstagg merely kicked out the timber, causing it to collapse on and crush the approaching horde.
Volstagg gave himself a congratulatory grin, but it was short-lived, for just as he did, he was slashed across the back by a Marauder. He wasn’t as unstoppable or impenetrable as he thought. Nearby, Lady Sif wasn’t faring too much better. She was surrounded, and a Marauder from across the battlefield was aiming his crossbow at her head.
Just as the snickering Marauder was about to squeeze the trigger, a huge thunderclap echoed throughout the land, and with a bright, blinding light, the Bifrost—the way in which Asgardians traveled between the realms—fired down from the heavens into the center of the battlefield—and directly on top of the Marauder with the crossbow. Lady Sif raised her arm to shield her eyes from the spectacular blinding light and was just barely able to make out two Einherjar on horseback bursting from the glowing white column and charging into battle.
One of the Marauders used this commotion to sneak up behind Volstagg. He raised his sword high above his head, preparing to strike down the warrior, when a whizzing sound echoed from within the Bifrost. As the light died down and the smoke began to clear, the sound intensified. Suddenly, an object rocketed out of the Bifrost, sliced across the battlefield at supersonic speed, and slammed into its target: the Marauder who was about to strike down Volstagg.
The Marauder flew through the air and kept on flying. And flying. Volstagg turned, and upon investigation made out the object that had saved his life. It was the most famous weapon in all the Nine Realms. It was Mjolnir.”
The powerful hammer, which was forged in the heart of a dying star and used by only he who is worthy, hovered in midair before speeding back across the battlefield to the hand of its wielder—the mighty Thor!
Thor, Prince of Asgard and son of Odin Allfather, emerged from the light of the Bifrost looking battle-worn but still majestic, and the sight of him instantly gave the Warriors Three, the Einherjar, and the Vanir a renewed sense of hope. Now that Thor was here, they were sure to defeat the Marauders. But Lady Sif felt that she didn’t need Thor’s help to win the day.
“Shouldn’t you be battling trolls in Nornheim?” Sif said with a scowl.
“I ran out of trolls,” Thor said with a charming smile. “Heimdall said these Marauders were giving you trouble,” he added.
“I have this completely under control,” Sif retorted.
Thor surveyed the battlefield. “Is that why everything is on fire?”
“You think you can do better?” Sif challenged with a smile.
“It would be a challenge to do worse,” Thor said dryly before being surprise-attacked by two extra-big and extra-tough Marauders. Sif rolled her eyes in response, then joined her friend in battle.
Soon, Thor and Sif were joined by Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg. As the battle raged on, Thor used Mjolnir to take out multiple Marauders at once. And when one Marauder thought he might be able to seize the hammer by grabbing on to it, the hammer simply pulled the invader through the air, right to Thor’s waiting fist.
Thor, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three fought bravely against the menacing Marauders, each one helping their fellow Asgardians. When one Marauder shot an arrow at Thor’s head, Sif jumped into the air and raised her shield to block the attack. And when another fired a rocket launcher–like device, Thor valiantly deflected the blast with his mighty hammer, the impact from which knocked them all to the ground—hard.
“As the Asgardians got back to their feet, they heard the same Boom, Boom, Boom sound that Fandral and Hogun had heard earlier. Whatever it was that was making that sound was much closer now. And the Marauders were getting ready for it. They parted the battlefield to make way, and the heroes looked up over the tree line and finally saw the cause of the sound.”
“A giant Kronan stone monster, made entirely of rock and standing fifteen feet tall, loomed before Thor and the Warriors Three. He held a massive metal club and looked down upon the Asgardians with contempt. The monster was about to crush their bones into dust.
“All yours,” Sif said to Thor as she and the Warriors Three began to back away. The Marauders cheered. This was the fight they had been waiting for! Surely nothing could stop their stone man, not even the Mighty Thor. The rock monster smashed his club into the ground and let out a thunderous roar, signaling the start of the battle.”
“I accept your surrender,” Thor said, but the monster only raised its club higher, preparing to strike. But Thor was ready. Holding Mjolnir by the strap, Thor began to spin his hammer. It spun faster and faster and faster until it was nothing but a blur and Thor was rocketed off the ground in flight. The monster roared again as Thor, flying with his arm outstretched and all the might of Mjolnir in front of him, launched himself directly at the great beast. There was a deafening Choom as the hammer connected with the creature, then a blinding explosion. The Marauders looked up in disbelief and their cheering stopped. Chunks of rock rained from the sky as the monster’s feet stumbled backward, disconnected from its body, which no longer existed. The upper half of the stone man had been completely obliterated by Thor.
“The Son of Odin gripped Mjolnir tightly and turned with a scowl toward the rest of the Marauders. Almost in union, the remaining Marauders dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The battle was over.
“Next time we should just start with the big one,” Fandral said with a smile.”
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ALDJSHSKS OH THANK GOD I WASN'T WORRIED BUT I WAS A LIL WORRIED...alright imma start off with a Kuzuhina(ish) idea, because rarepair hell sucks let's suffer together. Hajine gets kidnapped by a psycho group NOT because of his relationship to Fuyuhiko, but because they "wanna see what makes the Ultimate Ultimate tick." Which is infinitely worse because the human experimentation is back on for our tsundere ahoge boy. He got lobotomized and now he's back in that particular hell. Izuru's also suffering because he's grown to care for Hajime in his own way, because they're two separate minds in one body, and he can't protect Hajime from this. Fuyuhiko is basically going postal because "MY BOYFRIEND WAS KIDNAPPED BY LUNATICS, WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY WANT, AND NO ONE'S DOING ANYTHING WHAT THE FUCK." The rest of the Remnants are also pissed and worried, but Fuyuhiko moreso. Your thoughts???
like one day he’s just gone ?? no note? just poof?
holy hell i have this image of fuyuhiko absolutely TEARING UP the 100km area around them just looking. ofc the other remnants are pissed too but nobody has ever seen fuyuhiko just go off like this. eventually he realises he can’t find him by just searching aimlessly so soda builds some walkie talkies STAT (or they get to ask future foundation for help? i haven’t decided which is better), but point is all of the remnants absolutely descend on the surrounding area, with their own sections to search. the communicators have lil GPS things on em so they always know where the other is.
it’s gotta be fuyuhiko that finds him though, right? because like... angst. anyway, fuyuhiko finds this old underground bunker, and can’t open it by himself so he calls everybody over. akane, gundham and nekomaru manage to get it open, n peko has to literally hold fuyuhiko back to stop him just bolting down there as fast as he can.
they get to have a fucking cool fight scene when they’re down there, because I can’t resist letting Peko absolutely go off with her sword, and we saw what kinda mess akane and nekomaru can make fighting in the despair arc. those three people could definitely take down like 30 people between them, trust me on this one.
the worst part is when they get to the room that has hajime in it. the door got locked when whoever got him realised that they’d had a security breach, and it’s a proper lead door that won’t open for anybody and everybody has to repeatedly throw themselves against it in order to get it to open. everybody’s panicking, but there is nobody worse than fuyuhiko. like, to the point where some of them are worried that he’s gonna get his ass despaired again. but nobody says anything because main priority is hajime.
at some point, nagito started looking through the pockets of the people that got absolutely knocked tf out, and Lucky Him! he finds a key! it’s maybe the first time ever that fuyuhiko ever thanks him for something (and my god does he thank him like, he’s crying and while he’s a lil bit aggressive he’s so grateful) and they get in and find hajime hooked up to a ton of different machines.
you ever heard of project MKUltra? when the US government tested psychedelic drugs (particularly LSD) as a torture device/truth serum? yeah well, this is it! hajime is tripping absolute balls and not in a fun way, occasionally getting some electric shocks! why? well, it’s in the “doctor’s” file on the desk! because wouldn’t hajime also be the ultimate weapon if he’s the ultimate everything else? imagine having him as something that can be controlled, told what to do. you could end the world, overthrow a government, you name it!
mikan has to carefully remove the electrodes from him because he’s fighting her hard, but there isn’t a way to get him to stop tripping and freaking out until it passes, except to just straight up sedate him. they have no idea how long this has been happening to him or what he’ll be like when it’s over. mikan has to scrounge through everything that this place has to find something, and even though it takes a while she does eventually find a high enough dose sedative that will help without just making him OD and die. unfortunately, it has to go in through a needle.
historically, hajime isn’t good with needles. he’s even worse when he’s off his fucking face and having the very definition of a Bad Trip. he barely knows where he is, and there’s a part of him that does recognise the people around him but his brain isn’t working properly and he just can’t stop freaking out. he’s already restrained though, so it isn’t too hard to just quickly sedate him. fuyuhiko’s basically glued to him now, telling him he’s sorry and that he’ll be okay soon, that it’s gonna be alright.
luckily, without getting it directly and constantly, the effects of LSD only take around 12 hours to wear off. by the time they’re back at wherever they’re living, most of the hallucinations have worn off, but he’s quiet and hurt, and the electric buzzing kinda fried his brain a little bit - he’s still there, but izuru is basically the one in charge of the body right now since he’s letting hajime rest for now.
fuyuhiko still thinks izuru is a little weird, but like... he’s part of hajime, so he’ll put up with whatever bullshit izuru can throw at him. izuru isn’t as affectionate, but will hold his hand every so often and give him small smiles when he needs them, and it just feels good to have him back and safe. when hajime comes back again though, it takes a while before he can be left alone again. not that fuyuhiko is leaving his side basically ever now because he’s sure as hell not letting that happen ever again. and it takes him a while to heal, he never truly forgets or gets over what happened to him, but everybody’s there for him. he knows he has a family now, and everybody understands if he needs to go away for a little while and let izuru take care of the body when he can’t.
okay this got super long and i am very sorry but you threw this concept at me and i ran because i love angst so much, but the comforting after the angst is also so good.
#drabble#multi-fandom-trashbin#tw angst#tw drugs#tw human experimentation#my god this was so much fun to run with and write about#please never hesitate to send me more whenever the fuck you like
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Kingfield's Fourth Anniversary - Day 1
Just An Urban Legend
Feng, David, Dwight, and Jake find themselves at the fire together after a trial. Stories from back home are exchanged to pass the time, and some of those stories manage to find their way into the trials.
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This time around, it was Dwight, Jake, David, and Feng around a fire. They all had finished a trial some time ago, Dwight and David were with a different set of survivors, and Feng and Jake from another set as well. Jake was contently resting on the outskirts of the camp, Dwight and David were leaning against each other by the fire to keep even more warm, and Feng was sitting on a log bored out of her mind.
She really didn’t like this place. Its not like she was ever particularly outdoorsy. Sure, she had her smartphone, which miraculously never died, but it was entirely useless. No offline games on it, no music, and the clock was obsolete in a place where time didn’t matter. The flash didn’t stun killers, and throwing it at them just made them angry more than anything.
Still, she held onto it. A piece of home. All of them had something from home they kept on themselves. For Jake, it was a well used Swiss Army Knife, an expensive and genuine one at that. For Dwight, it was his old wristwatch. Apparently, he had it since forever. It looked as old. And for David, it was a roll of sports bandages. It never seemed to run out, despite how much he used it.
“I’m bored. Any of you got any stories?” she eventually asked since she figured the others would like to kill the time too.
“Hmmm… ” Dwight contemplated. Feng noticed that David patiently awaited his boyfriend’s response. How someone could manage to fall in love here was beyond her.
“I saw bigfoot once.”
“No you didn’t.” Jake quickly protested as he shot up from where he slept. “It was probably an emaciated bear, or some guy in a suit, or a trick of the light with some branches or something.” He then promptly went back to lying down.
“Yeesh mate, how long’ve you been holdin’ that one in?” David wondered.
“I just have very strong strong and very right opinions on dumb myths like that.” he rationalized.
“Well it’s true!” Dwight pouted. “I was working as a janitor for this huge park and this kid got lost in the woods so they arranged a search party. I went to help after my shift with a co-worker. We were searching for hours, and it was getting dark, so we decided to head back. Keep it one missing person instead of making it three, you know? So, we were on our way back when we heard this terrifying scream! It was like something I’d expect to hear here, honestly. So me and my co-worker are scared shitless. We’re back to back with our flashlights looking around to see if we can find the thing. And just when we think we’re kinda safe, I turn my light to see two glowing eyes staring right at me and the outline of a huge man.”
“No!” Feng says, almost in disbelief.
“Yes! I scream and cling onto my coworker, and then he sees it and screams, and we trip over ourselves and fumble as we run away, still screaming like little girls!” Dwight laughed. “No joke though, it had to have been at least twice as tall as me.”
“What you heard was probably a cougar, or some other large cat. Or some animals mating. Those things are freaks.” Jake shuddered. He heard animals getting it on more times than he would have ever liked to.
“Well, I know what I saw, or my name’s Aloiscious the Third! And its not.” the honest man proudly stated.
“…Whatever.” Jake sighed.
“Well, I believe you, luv.” David comforted with a kiss to his cheek.
“Thanks David.” Dwight cooed as he leaned back into his boyfriend.
“You know, I saw something’ kinda scary too when I was a kid.” David mentioned. “Not so scary now, but that’s kinda expected.”
“I’m down to hear it. Fire away, champ.”
“It began on a dark night. Me ‘n some blokes were bored and decided to pay a visit to an abandoned church.”
“You know how cliché that sounds, right?” Dwight questioned.
“And wanderin’ to the woods at night ain’t?” David fired back.
“…Touché.”
“Anyhow, we were walkin’ up to the place when we saw the thing. It was a Black Dog. Thing was guardin’ the place of course. Pry thought we were gonna tear it up, so it howled bloody murder and ran straight for us barkin’ like it was rabid!” David laughed at the memory. “Needless t’say, our arses were humbled for a few good days.”
“You saw a feral black dog? I guess that’s kinda scary.” Feng commented. She liked Dwight’s story better.
“Yeah… Could be scarier.” Dwight admitted.
“Wasn't just any ol’ bloody black dog, A Black Dog. Guess you lot might not know what they are. Legend says the first buried at a churchyard had t’guard it ‘gainst the devil. Since no one wanted to be the poor sod stuck doin’ that, people buried a dog first. Then again, could’ve just been a regular ol’ demonic black dog. Lot more of those furry bastards.”
“I could believe that.” Dwight conceded.
“Yeah. If I’m remembering correctly, there are tons of spirits and a ton of different types back home. I never really bothered to learn about it though.” she nonchalantly admitted. It never really interested her. “But, this one gaming cafe I was staying at did have a legend around it. Supposedly, a guy solo queued nonstop and died there. Sounds like a noob if you ask me. Honestly, he wasn’t even Top 500. He wasn’t even Grandmaster!” she laughed, and then saw David and Dwight looking at her in confusion. “Oh wait, you’re all kinda old huh? Guy played alone in a team based video game nonstop, and died. He wasn’t even that good at the game.”
“Ah.”
“That makes a bit more sense.” David said gratefully. Things could get rather confusing when you had friends from a few decades ahead or behind you.
“So anyways, legend has it that if you sat in the chair he died in, his spirit would possess you, and you’d get his skills. But, you’d also game yourself to death like him.”
“Did you ever sit in his chair?” Dwight wondered.
“Pft, and gain the skills of a noob like him and get wrecked? As if! I might as well have went AFK for a week. I had some juicy Prestige to keep up you know.”
Before they could pester Jake for a story, the Fog began to roll in.
“Aw shit, here we go again .” Feng said as she rolled her eyes.
“Ain’t no rest for the wicked, huh? See you guys there.” Dwight said with a wave. With his other hand, he still held onto David despite knowing the Fog would separate them regardless. They had all worked together before, so Dwight didn’t need to explain a plan of action.
“I hope it’s one a them Legion bastards. Love seein’ ‘em lose.” David grinned, sure they would have a successful trial. He gave Dwight a kiss on the cheek in celebration of the impending victory, making the shorter man blush.
“As long as we survive, I don’t care who we're up against.” Jake said as he threw in an offering, hoping it would land them in the forest. “See you all on the other side.” And with a salute, they were whisked away.
-
The Fog cleared to reveal the Red Forest. Dwight knew that somewhere, Jake was happy. He just hoped the Huntress wasn’t here this time. She was far too efficient on her home turf. Dwight wandered shortly before coming across a generator to work on. Surprisingly, he managed to complete it before something happened. Based on the scream, David was hooked. But thankfully, he wasn’t too far away from him.
Sneakily, Dwight made his way over to the hook, keeping an eye out for this trial’s killer. In a close call, he saw the eldest Legion member passed right by him. Dwight let out a sigh of relief once he was in the clear, and then rushed to David.
“My knight in shining armour’s come t’rescue me, has he?” David chuckled, but instantly regretted it and winced from the pain of the hook.
“You can thank me later. Come on, let’s go!”
“Oh, I will~” David said smugly.
“You’re terrible…” Dwight said in a restrained voice, not wanting to reveal his anticipation and spurn the other man.
Eventually, it came to the last generator, and Dwight ended up being the one to keep the Legionnaire busy.
“Come out come out wherever you are! Don’t worry, I bite!” the young man teased. Dwight tried to keep calm as he hid in the locker. Slowly, the legionnaire passed by the lockers, dragging his knife across the metal doors.
“Gotcha!” he steamed as he yanked open a locker door, revealing it to be empty. “Fucker…” he cursed as he slammed the thing shut. “Now where could he have gone?” he wondered as he idled in front of the locker Dwight was hiding in.
“How about… Here!” he screamed as he opened the locker Dwight was in, causing him to scream in turn. “HA HA HA! Classic!” the Legionnaire rejoiced as he tossed Dwight over his shoulder.
Dwight tried to break free, but was unable too. The closest hook was nearby, leaving him with not enough time.
“Alright, let’s hear you scream again!” the killer announced with eager anticipation. But just before setting Dwight on the vile contraption, there was a roar that seemed to shake the area. “What the fuck was that? What the fuck is that?” he said once he caught a glimpse of the roar’s source. Dwight saw it too, a tall thing with glowing eyes.
“Hmm?” the killer hummed, and brought up his free hand to the side of his face like it was a phone. “… Really? … Alright, alright! I get it! Sheesh… Consider it done, boss.” the killer said and hung up, and threw Dwight to the ground. For a moment, he thought he was about to get mori’d.
Instead, he got a kick to the dick and a boot to the face as the killer ran off laughing joyously. Meanwhile, Dwight curled up into a ball as he clutched his groin. A few moments later, he got up and hobbled away. A terrible experience, but better than being mori’d. When he reached the group, they had just finished the last generator, sounding off to let the killer know as well.
“Shite, wot happ’ned to ya?” David fretted as he immediately went to Dwight’s side, the deep bruise on his face and funny walk evident. “I swear, I’ll find a way to make the bastard pay!”
“Well, a kick to the dick and face. I’ll live. But, something else happened, something odd.” Dwight began. Then, they felt the heartbeat, letting them know the killer was near. Then, something passed then, something neither survivor nor killer.
“Get back here so I can skin you alive! Papa needs a new pimp coat!” the Legionnaire giggled.
“Hey, watch this pro strat!” Feng told the other survivors. “360 no scope!” she announced with a twirl, and tossed her phone. It flew in the direction of the killer, just so happening to land in front of him. He stepped on it, and slid head first into a tree. A crack formed on the mask as he groaned.
“Suck it!” Feng taunted as she brought her hands to her hips as she thrusted outwards. The others celebrated with her. This was the most fun she had in a long time.
“You little bitch! I’ll-” he began, but was cut off with a swift knee to the dick. He let out a long, high pitched squeal as he slowly crumpled to the floor, clutching his family jewels.
The thing had come back to help out. It gave a thumbs up. They all knew what that thing was now that it was in front of them.
“Nice.” David said as he gave it a thumbs up in return before it ran away again. Dwight looked at Jake with a shit-eating grin once it had left, and they were on their way to the exit gate.
“Okay, you know this doesn’t count!”
“Gotta take the L, my guy.” Feng said as she patted Jake on the back.
Back at the campfire, Dwight recounted what happened, to the shared anger and surprise of the others.
"Least that bigfoot bloke seems like a good fellow. Has my respect."
"I hope we see him again. He seemed cool." Feng hoped. It would be something to spice up life in hell.
"And what do you think, Jake?" Dwight smugly asked.
"I refuse to acknowledge that thing." he simply stated. Dwight let out a little laugh that David found cute.
But, to the surprise of everyone, the Fog rolled in. It never rolled on so soon after a completed trial.
"Oh come on! We just finished one, you bastard!" David yelled out.
“It’s probably because of what happened last round.” Dwight sighed. None of them were in terrible condition or overly exhausted, but still. It would have been nice to have a longer break.
“I’m sure we’ll do fine like last time.” Jake assured.
“I just hope it’s not that doctor. He really creeps me out.” Feng said. The others agreed, and were taken by the Fog.
On the other side, they found themselves in a warm climate, a ghost town in the wild west. Dwight and Feng found themselves spawned near each other, and were quick to get working on a generator. As it neared completion, their hearts hastened as they heard the fear-inducing lullaby of The Huntress.
She was unbothered by the vastly different environment. She sniffed the air, and snapped her head in the direction of the generator. An axe was readied, and thrown in the direction of the generator.
“Run!” Dwight yelled as the generator announced its completion. An axe buried itself in the spot where he was. Feng was faster than him, so Dwight found himself the target of the killer once more. He cursed being fun to chase. He noticed that for some reason, the Huntress particularly liked to hunt him. He didn’t want to dwell on why.
He was eventually axed and downed in a single hit. He screamed when she yanked it out, revealing that its iridescent red color didn’t just come from his blood. She scooped him up in her arms and held him like a baby, resuming her song to try and comfort him. He tried to wiggle free, but it was harder than it looked. Sometimes, he wondered if the Entity even gave her any supernatural strength. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn’t. He was soon on the hook in a basement, crying in pain. She stood there for a moment to admire her work, or something, before leaving.
Dwight knew to wait for someone to unhook him. It was safer, even more so with David around. But basements were a more dangerous place to be when the Huntress was involved. She always seemed to know when someone was there. He figured that another generator or two had to be finished by the time he heard someone approaching. It generated a spark of hope that quickly dissipated as he heard her song.
And down the stairs came Feng, a wound in her shoulder, also in her arms like a baby too. As she screamed on the hook, the Huntress also winced, muttering something unintelligible before leaving.
“Hey Feng…”
“Hey…”
“How- Ack!” he cried as the hook moved a little in him.
“Fine.” she sighed, already knowing his question. “Two more gens. … I hate this place.”
“Yeah…”
They waited for a rescuer in the ambient silence of the basement. With two left, it would be easy to lure the Huntress far from the basement so they could be saved. Their hopes rose and fell, just as before. She came down singing with David slung over her shoulder. One of his arms appeared to be wounded.
“Fockin’ bitch!” he screamed as she tossed him onto the hook and left without a second glance at him. “I swear ’m gonna- Argh!” he yelled as the hook dug into him as we squirmed.
“Okay, let’s just, keep calm. Wait a few moments, and then we’ll try to free ourselves.”
“As you say luv.” David agreed. Feng hummed in agreement as well.
“So, how’s it hangin?” he dared to ask after waiting a little bit.
“Ughhh, you did not just say that.” Feng groaned.
“David, I swear!”
“Sorry…”
“You’re lucky I love you. Alright, on the count of three guys. One… Two… Three!” Dwight yelled as they tried to unhook themselves. Each of them failed, screaming in pain as they fell right back onto the hook, Entity’s claws showing up to induce more fear.
“It’s okay guys. It’s- It’s alright.” Dwight said, trying to sound calm himself even though he was not, panting, sweating, and a few tears breaking free. He didn’t want to feel that emptiness that even love could not stave away. Neither did the others. Then, the last generator sounded completion. A few moments later, Jake came hurrying down the stairs. The Huntress would surely be there soon.
He unhooked David first, who unhooked Dwight with one arm as Jake got Feng. They didn’t even bother to heal, not that it mattered when she could one shot them into dying this trial. But at the top of the steps she awaited. With a hunter’s cry, she threw an axe down the stairs, the survivors narrowly dodging it. Still, she sang her song and grinned a mad smile
Just when she was about to lunge at them, she shifted to block an attack from something. It was a dog. It chomped right through her axe handle. She wasn’t singing anymore. She quickly retaliated with a headbutt, knocking it away. She cast aside her broken axe with a snarl and lunged at the other beast. They wrestled each other to the ground, aiming for each other’s throats. Seeing their chance, the survivors took it and ran.
“I thought you said those things were demons?!” Dwight questioned as David carried him in one arm.
“Most a ‘em! The church ones ain’t the only ones to do protectin’.”
“Who cares! Let’s just hurry up and escape!” Jake yelled as he led the way.
They soon reached an exit gate and hurried to unlock it. About a third of the way through, they heard an animalistic yet human roar. She had won. Around her mouth was black blood. But, she did not come out unscathed. She bore many scratches, a number of them deep and flowing with dark red blood. Even half of her mask was broken, revealing a red iris surrounded by black.
“Come on come on hurry up!” Feng shouted at the switch as she ran towards them, laughing maniacally with an axe in hand. Their hearts were pounding, the knowledge that at least one of them was probably going to die about to set in. Jake took out the flash light to try and stun her, but fumbled and dropped it.
And out of nowhere, she was knocked to the ground by a blur of black. It was the black dog again. It was on top of her, and then in one swift motion, she was on top, and tore out it's throat with her bare hands. She tossed aside the flesh and fur and resumed her true hunt. She was only a few feet away when she fell forward, the dog’s maw mangling her ankle. She let out a scream as she tried to hit it with her axe, but missed. Then the alarm sounded and the gate opened.
“Go, go, go!” Jake ushered.
“Wait!” David shouted, and switched Dwight for Jake’s flashlight. He ran back, and aimed the light at the Huntress as she thrashed about. Once she was blinded, David whistled for the dog and patted his thigh to usher it to come. It did, and ran beside David as they ran through the exit gate to the safety of the campfire.
David and Dwight laughed in celebration, the dog rejoicing with them. Feng breathed a sigh of relief as Jake mended her wound.
“Wanna refuse to acknowledge this one?” David joked as he ruffled the dog’s thick, dark fur. Jake finished patching up Feng, and went to go patch up David while Feng took care of Dwight
“Refuse to acknowledge what?” he asked, playing dumb. “There’s no such thing as a Black Dog, just black dogs.” Just as he was about to apply something to David’s arm, the dog growled at him, causing him to back away. The others lightly laughed.
“Alright, fine! … It’s real.” Jake told the dog. It seemed content with being acknowledged, so it let Jake do his work, proceeding to rest at David’s feet.
“So, what can you tell us about your dog, King?” Feng asked.
“Hmm… their name is Heir, being heir to the King’s throne an’ all. Fights like a King too!” he praised he he ruffled the dog's fur.
“You mean we’re keeping them?” Dwight asked with a bright smile.
“Well, I hope so.” David said as he continued to pet it. “Don’t think Heir’ll be goin’ to trials though. Pry for the best.”
“Aww, so cute! C’mere!” Dwight called. It got up and went to sit before Dwight. He let the dog sniff his hand, and it licked it before ploping back down in front of David. “Oh my god they like me!” Dwight squealed, looking like he was about to cry.
“‘Know I said most were demons. A few are good, like this little bloke ‘ere!” he praised as he scratched behind its ear, which it seemed to like. “Either protect a church, or guide the wayward. Fittin’.”
The Entity seemed to be willing to allow them the repose, since it didn’t quickly call them into a trial. Even after the next trial the dog remained by the fire, awaiting David’s return. If David were out in a trial, Dwight would oft find the dog at his feet, lounging around. The big, dark furball comforted other survivors after dreary trials, even if it too could not dissipate that empty feeling.
And even so, the trials soon became much more lively, as did the times round the fire
#kingfield#dwight fairfield#david king#dead by daylight#feng min#jake park#dbd#the huntress#frank morrison#3.7k words#Kingfield's Fourth Anniversary#like totally forgot to post this yesterday lol
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