#2414 words kill me

[lockedtowers]

The air chilled around her, dreary winds and broken bonds shattering the delicate balance she’d tried so long to build. Something was missing. Something was lost. The needle points of the grass poking into her torn up clothing as she tries to sit up, the pain still present even though the wounds had healed.

Hand moves up to her neck, and she feels something; there’s flakes coming off of her, and a certain stickiness she well acquainted with. The rusting scent making her feel dizzy, and the thickening scar on her neck making presently frail bones shake. Goose flesh forms on her skin as she feels herself, feels the way her hair’s dried to the rust and the way her clothing sticks to her skin.

She’s shaking as she gets up, falling out of the nest she’d been placed inside, tears burning her mismatched eyes as she stands up on shaking legs. She looks down as she climbs down the rotting staircase, swallowing the lump in her throat as she climbs down. Wide eyes welled with tears as she moves, the stench lessening as she moves away from it, slowly making her way through the grounds.

Breath’s heavy as she wanders, the Beast in the woods keeping a close eye on her, one she can sense, but doesn’t react much to. Something’s missing, something’s gone, and she doesn’t entirely understand what, or why, or who.

Boots nearly sink into the wet dirt from the rainfall, shaky breaths as she makes her way out of the brush, the riverside closing in. She glances down at the water, and her reflection makes her almost scream. Limbs feel as if they’re glass, shattering at the sight as she falls to her knees, tears falling freely as she sees the state she’s in.

There’s far too much blood, and she knows its hers. She just wished she knew where how it all got there. She covers her neck with her hand, struggling to breathe, spine fluid and mind spinning at the sight. Hand clings to her own neck, as if she could hold the blood no longer spilling in place if she just pushed hard enough. Her entire body burned, limbs barely able to steady. Spine straightens as she looks up, hands hugging her arms tightly to her as the tears fall.

A building on top catches her attention— the sputtering lights; ‘Tea House’ flashing as she starts getting upwards. She’s still shaking, but she recognizes the name, knows that’s what that man, the alchemist, told her about. That she was supposed to go there. Someone was supposed to be there. Someone was supposed to help her. She just had to get there.

Abandoned ship left on the coastline catches her attention, and she slowly walks over, climbing inside and waving her hand over the water. Her hands glow purple as the boat starts moving towards the docks, holding her breath as she travels. The shaking hasn’t stopped, her eyes glazed over in fear at every sound and sight.

The water splashes up, striking over her, the blood moistening from the water. She huffs, coughing out some of the excess fluids, gripping the edge of the boat tightly as it continues to move. Hair now wet, tangled, and crisp from the previously dried blood. Her torn clothes clinging even more so to her skin, ripped in just the right places for several of her sealed over wounds to show. She hates it. Hates how exposed she feels. How alone she is. And still, her freedom isn’t guaranteed, there’s still a chance she won’t escape. There’s still a chance he’ll find her again. She couldn’t handle it if he did.

The boat rushes over another wave, more water hitting her skin, but she only breathes in, allowing it to soak her. Between the blood and the water, she feels like a drenched cat. Technically, maybe she was.

As she reaches the docks, she climbs out. Slowly, steadily. She listens carefully, avoiding anyone nearby. Who knows who she can trust, who works for the crown, she just knows where she’s supposed to go.

She tries to change, tries to make herself disappear in the shadows. She keeps quiet, keeps as calm as she can given the circumstances. Skin still burns where she cried, each step up the thousands of stairs near collapsing her force. Nose waters and she wipes at it with the back of her hand as she slowly moves closer to the front doors. The hours flashing, but she isn’t wholly sure of the time. The night had barely faded, light steadily swarming the sky. Bloodied hands reach out and touch the doors, dried flakes coming off as she finds it surprisingly unlocked.

Slow yet steady, she walks inside, eyes blearing around as she walks further inside. Nobody’s there yet, but the walls are lined with the very thing the Hearts worked everything to ensure lasted. Blinking, she hears a noise in a room hidden down the hallway, and she walks towards it. She hears something behind the door. The fear rises in her spine, hand coming up to knock, but she holds back. She hasn’t felt this small in years, this terrified of anything. She got used to the treatment, she got used to how others would treat her, yet now she didn’t have a semblance of anything left. This was all new. This was all horrifying, terrifying.

Another deep breath, and she knocks, a man behind the door saying to come in. She shivers as she reaches for the knob, twisting and pushing. Slow steady steps on the mossy soil as she walks inside, grassy spots notable as she reaches further inside. Various furniture pieces made wholly of glass, multiple tables, seats, even a hat post that don’t exactly match the decor of the room. Arms squeeze to her sides as she walks further inside, large eyes looking over at the turned chair, spotting the strung straw hat atop what she assumes is the speaker.

“You the cat?” He asks, and she nods— then realizes he can’t actually see her. His brow furrows as he glances to the side, but she still can’t see him.

“Yes.” She responds, hands squeezing her elbows as she moves closer. Eyes still adjusting. She swallows, breathing carefully as she watches the seat. “Who are you?” The man stands, near a whole foot taller than her, and he lowers a cup down to his desk.

As he turns, he stops, dark eyes widening as he sees her. Quickly enough, his brows raise and fall, turning where he stands to look towards his desk. “You’re in a bigger state than they said you’d be.” He states, walking to his sink. A small towel taken from the side, he wets it, walking over to hand it to her.

“They?” She asks, large eyes turned upwards towards him as he puts the towel in her hand. She shakily grasps it, forcing herself to settle; she was alone now, she needed to stay strong. “Who’s they?”

So she didn’t know? That was surprising, but he knows what Dodo said. She was a necessity, she needed to stay alive, and he needed to watch her. Keep an eye on things and, above all, make sure she didn’t turn against them. Why, he didn’t get, she just seemed like a timid girl, though the amount of blood she was covered in did make a shiver rise up his spine. It couldn’t all have been hers, surely.

“Doesn’t matter. Still haven’t confirmed it, though. You’re the cat?”

“I…” She looks down, then nods, swallowing again as she starts wiping the dried blood on her arms off. “Yes. And you still haven’t told me who you are.”

“Good.” The towel’s already filled with blood, and he takes it back from her, bringing it back to his sink to rinse off and return to her. “Hatter. If you must know. Now. Got any other clothes?”

“No.” She stays eerily still, and her eyes seem even wider than normal when he turns back. With a raised brow, he walks back, putting it in her hand just as she continues. “I don’t have anything.”

He nods, turning back to his wardrobe filled with various coats. He pulls one, a brown leather jacket, out, bringing it over to her as she finishes cleaning off her upper half. He once again takes the towel, and puts the jacket in her arms. “Put that on, you’ll get a cold.”

“I don’t..” She glances up again, then shakes her head. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, don’t get used to it.” He leaves the towel in the sink, realizing this isn’t the most useful way to clean her up. With a sigh, he turns back, watching her cling to the jacket as he walks back. “Got anywhere to stay?”

“I… think so.” It’s a sort of. It’s a maybe. She doesn’t exactly, but the cabin she awoke atop of in the forest was empty. She had protection there, technically, with the Beast roaming. The Beast ready to watch her, eat others, ensure she didn’t get hurt. She shifts her weight from one foot to another, hugging the leather close to her chest as she looks up at him. “Why?”

“Making sure I don’t have to find that for you, too.” He states, fingers reaching out to touch her crusted hair. Fingers drag a strand away, the dried blood making him more curious. His eyes dart down, noticing the sealed gash on her neck. Brows raise and fall quickly again as he sniffs, stepping away from her. “That from the Queen?”

She straightens her spine, brows furrowing and nose twitching. He notices. “No.” But she pauses afterwards, thinking over again; really, she isn’t sure. “I don’t think it is.”

“What about the eye?” He sits again, taking his cup and sipping quickly.

“… My tutor.”

“That sealed up bullet wound on your side?”

He’s most certainly observant. “…. My father... Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

She shakes her head, looking around the room quickly. “He said he’s my father. I don’t think he is.” She tugs her torn shirt down a bit, cheeks flushing as she looks away from him. “He took me. He raised me. But it doesn’t-- didn't feel right.”

He hums, standing quickly once again and walking back over to her. To her surprise, he grins, nodding as he looks down on at her. His hand reaches out, tilting her head up when she tries to look away, which makes her eyes widen a bit as she stares up at him. “You can come back tomorrow. Once you’ve cleaned yourself up. I’ll get you settled up then.”

“Settled?” Head tilts, but he holds her still, tapping her nose quickly as he releases her. “What—“

“You’ll figure it out. Y’seem like a smart little cookie. Just.. Clean up first. You’re gonna get blood on my grass.” Her head tilts, far more than it should. That’s where he recognizes her name in her, she certainly seems to be able to bend like a cat. The fact she’s still alive, with all that blood on her; clearly escaped from something bad back with the royals, but he won’t question what just yet. She’ll tell him eventually, he just has to wait.

“If I don’t come back?” She asks, her voice much more headstrong than before. A brow raises, and she continues. “What then?”

“Then you don’t get my help, or a job. Simple, really.” He says, smiling again. Her eyes seem to hold onto his smile a lot. “Listen, let me make this a bit more clear. My help comes with a price, and while I’m willing to be your… friend, shall we say, I’m gonna need a little something in return. Okay?”

“… I’m not gonna have sex with you.” She responds, hugging the jacket tighter.

He stares, astounded at where her head went, then continues. “Wasn’t expecting you to. That’s not what we do here. Listen, Doormy will be here tomorrow, and they’ll be the one training you. So, just.. Come back, cleaned up. Doormy faints at the sight— and smell— of blood, really don’t want to add to their tendencies. Alright?”

She shakes a bit again, looking down. He walks to her again, once more tilting her head up to look at her. “Look at me.” Despite his bite, his hand is gentle on her skin, his gaze soft, if not analyzing. There’s a strange sense of familiarity within it, and she isn’t wholly sure where it comes from, but it does make her ease with him more. Expression softening, blinking quickly as she does; just looks at him. “Good. So you can listen.” He pulls away from her then, and she already misses the gentle touch— something else she doesn’t understand.

Her minds fuzzy at the reality of it all, and she doesn’t really get it. Tongue pokes out to wet her lips, nose twitching as she tilts her head again. Lips parted as she watches, following his steps. Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she follows him; careful not to step on the grass, legs stretching over to walk on the dirt spots instead. A deep breath in, and he looks to the side, realizing she’s followed him. A brow raises, turning fully to face her properly.

“What?”

“Cassandra.” She says, looking up at him. With another deep breath, her eyes look into his, a hint of recognition there, but she still doesn’t really understand. “My name is Cassandra… Why do you want to help me?”

He drops the towel in his hand back inside the sink, breathing in. “Do I have to have a reason?”

“Yes.”

With a sigh, he puts both hands on either of her shoulders, shaking briefly and looking into her eyes. As he looks at her, another thought comes through, but he doesn’t vocalize it. “Tomorrow. I’ll give you a reason tomorrow. Deal?”

The burning sensation creeps up her spine at his words, compelling her, her breath stopping as she stares at him. Eyes glance everywhere else, then back to him. She swallows, and nods, the burning feeling moving up to her head as she looks down, then up. She needed to learn better. She needed to know better. But she didn’t. This is how they trade, and it’s hard to deny the intensity a prospect brings. Blue-and-silver hues blink, and she nods once more, sealing the promise in her bones.

“Deal.”

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WIP Update - 14 Dec 2022

Had another nicely productive writing week  - I touched 10 fics (4 WIPs & 6 new works) for a total of  2414 words. 

On Ao3, I posted  I posted  an AmeriHawk (Clint/Steve) hookup (fade to black) fic,  a BruceNat ficlet based on their A:AoU farmhouse scene,  a Clint/Thor internal monologue drabble and  an elf!Tony &elf-Steve Christmas fluff teamup.

On Tumblr, I posted a Steve & Bucky post CA:CW ficlet for last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt: #FFF180 Promise You’ll Write.

Am up to 15 active WIPs  (with a couple of maybe TBCs)  with my current   deadline being  the  Avengers Bingo, with  Man with a Plan and  Starkbucks and coming in close behind!  

See below cut for the WIPs  (arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc) I am working on  -   feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects   (or any other WIPs I’ve got out there) – they really help feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Avengers Bingo [AvB] (Runs thru 24 Dec )

Fourteen fills posted (13 to Ao3)  and 0 WIPs -  Everything is written!!!  I just need to edit and post to get my blackout on this 4x4 card!!! I decided to further challenge myself on this 16-square card by pairing up each square with a unique combo of 2 original MCU Avengers, with the final square being dealers’ choice.  With the help of the STB Enthusiasts Discord folks - I’ve got all 16 squares  planned out, at least in terms of who to write about, and half of them have some sort of idea or crossover square to go along with them. Feel free to toss other plot  bunnies my way…  

* B3 - Road Trip  -  Wrote up and posted  Sailing Toward a New Horizon  to Tumblr.  It’s a Thor & Bruce post-Ragnarok ficlet  that also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF177 Expand Through Horizons]   Scheduled for Ao3 on 12/19.

* B4 - Age Gap    - Finished up Caught By the Rain and Blinded by the Lightning - a Thor/Tony  post CA:CW  PWP crossing over with TSB One Night Stand. It came in at  1256 words & is scheduled for Ao3 on 12/23. 

* C1 - Opposites Attract - Clint/Thor  - Posted  Nothing Like Him  this morning - an introspective Clint POV drabble.   I really struggled with this one. Last weekend, I wrote about 200 words based on the Tumblr  headcanon going around about a Bumbling Foreigner whose ignorance of  local customs  results in him flirting with/proposing to the prince - but it didn’t jell.   Tried a moodboard, but wasn’t happy with that either.  Finally approached the prompt from a different angle and ended up with what’s linked above.

* D1 - Friends w/ Benefits  - Clint/Steve - posted Aiming for the Stars on Friday - an AmeriHawk post-mission fic where heavy flirting leads to a fade to black hookup. It’s crossing over with my MWAPB Hawkeye/Clint Barton and came in at 720 words.  I may continue it if/when I have the smut spoons.

* D2 - Romeo & Juliet AU  -  wrote up  Two Friend Groups: Alike in Dignity -  Steve (jock) & Tony  (geek) trying out for title roles in R&J - despite their respective friend groups objections/grousing about the other clique. It came in at 327 words and will post on 12/21.

* D3 - Bed Sharing  -  posted Finding Refuge on Ao3 on Monday -  it’s a  Natasha/Bruce fic that is Age of Ultron based (divergent) and also fills the Comfortember Day 16 prompt: Shelter.

Man With a Plan (Steve Rogers) Bingo [MWAPB] (Runs thru 31 Dec)

Fifteen fills, 3 WIPs and several Vague Ideas/potential cross fills with other bingos.  Since the event was pretty much abandoned by its creator (life happens, I get it),  I’m finishing this pretty much out of stubbornness and may carry some squares over for inspiration into the new year.

* I1 - Steve is here for TFAtWS  - I’ve got Passing the Torch pretty much sorted out - a moodboard for this square paired with a ficlet for  my  BBB  “Oh, hell no"  square - Bucky POV (with some extra insider info) of the events where Sam is given Cap’s shield.   It’s scheduled for 12/21 with the fic coming in at 339 words.

* G4 - Canon Divergence post CA:TWS - possible  crossover with BBB  Kill List – Bucky wreaking havoc on Hydra bases and  Steve & Sam catch up with him. Not on my Bingo Attack plan list, so probably won’t get done.

* G5 - Friends to Lovers -  possibly combine this with my BBB Free & Stucky Mutual Pining  square for the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been rolling around = min 950 words if I finish it before this bingo (lower priority)

*  O2 - Sex Pollen  -  A Dusting of Trouble  is pretty much wrapped up - Steve and Bucky get curious when they learn Teenage Groot’s pollen is an aphrodisiac. It crosses over with my SRB  - Groot square, is currently sitting at 505 words, and scheduled for  12/16.   If I’m feeling feisty, I may add another scene/200-ish more words so it crosses over with BBB KINK:Aftercare square  (and goes Stuckony)

* O3 - Hawkeye/Clint Barton  -  see AvB - Friends w/ Benefits  above.

* O5 - FREE - Filling this with one of the following: --  Badges for this bingo based on photos of my Steve Rogers SWC figures - participant, bingo and blackout.  If I have spare time before Friday.   

-- Chapter 1 of   Never Have I Ever (But I’d Like to With You) -  a pining!Steve POV of the team playing NHIE where he manages to get one over on Tony. It’s scheduled for  12/16 and is coming in at 995 words.

StarkBucks Bingo - Round 3  (SBB_R3) - Ends 31 Dec

Thirteen fills (11 posted to Ao3), 3 WIPs and several Vague Ideas - soliciting plot bunnies or other kick-starters.

* B1 - “I wouldn’t mind wasting my time on you.“  - Possible crossover with  BBB - KINK: Seduction Mission?   Not on my Bingo Attack plan list, so probably won’t get done.

* I2 - Mistaken Identity - crossover with TSB K5 - Protectiveness -  “The Mechanic, The Soldier & The Artist” - mob/assassin AU with a Mr. & Mrs. Smith twist?   Not on my Bingo Attack plan list, so probably won’t get done. 

* I3 - “Oh dear.” -  Wrote up a remix ficlet of  Leading Questions - Tony POV on the stressful interview and the immediate aftermath.  It came it at 255 words and is scheduled for 12/21.

* I4 - Canon: Avengers Academy  - will probably do Stuffed Marvels sketches of Tony and Winter, as I know very little about the game/canon.   It’s on my Bingo Attack plan list, but at the bottom, so don’t hold your breath.

* N3 - FREE - Filling this with An Act of Kindness,  a fluffy meet-cute with Tony & Morgan needing a bit of help from the handsome stranger standing in line at the coffee shop.  It’s coming in at 462 words and is scheduled for 12/19. 

* N5 - “Wanna make a bet?”  Used this in combination with the Day 18  Fictober (“I don’t think this is your problem.”)  and Flufftober  (Soulmate AU) prompts for  Marked-Up Soulmarks  - a soulmate AU where Tony discovers he and Steve have something (and someone) in common. I may expand on this before posting it to Ao3 and/or claiming it as an official fill. Currently coming in at 418 words.

* G4 - Pepper Potts -  continue  Open Up Your Heart (And Let the Truth Come Out) - Tony POV?  This is on my Bingo Attack plan list, but at the bottom, so don’t hold your breath. 

* O1 - Royalty - crossover with TSB - IronWidow  &  BBB   AU: Arranged Marriage -  pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion  back up - the current chapter is sitting at 595 words and would need to be 800 min to fill all 3 squares.   It may not make this bingo’s deadline, but possibly BBB?    

* O5 - AU: Biker  - Grease 2  fusion  anyone?  😁  I watched the movie a month or so ago and took notes -  It’s not gonna be a faithful adaptation, but hopefully fun - had another mini-brainstorm on this  that led to last Friday’s  No Ordinary Boy ficlet, but that didn’t go far enough into the  story to count toward this square.   Will post this ficlet on 12/26 with the faint hope of getting more done before the deadline, but it’s  not on my Bingo Attack plan list, so don’t hold your breath.!

Hero Hardships Bingo  [HHB]  (Runs thru 31 Dec)

Not really expecting to get anything more done on this card, unfortunately.  😔

* O3 - Dating a civilian -  this would fit perfectly with another chapter of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) , for which I currently have a basic plot point or two rolling around in my head.   I do have about 1000 words on what would be the next chapter of TWTG, so… maybe I’ll whip it into shape and toss it out there? :: shrug::

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7 Jan 2023)

Fourteen fills,  four WIPs  & ideas for everything except one square  - Working on a Column B bingo to start.

* B3 - Sam Wilson|Falcon - started a continuation of After One Or Two False Starts   this morning - switching to Bucky POV - currently sitting at 241 words.  Will probably keep it on the short side since am pressed for time - targeting 1/6 to post it. 

* U2 - AU: Roommate  - Still wanting to use the Meet Ugly prompt: 02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless    – probably WinterHawk with  recovering!Bucky being the squatter in Clint’s apartment building.  However, this is not on my Bingo Attack plan list, so don’t hold your breath.

* U4 - AU: Arranged Marriage - will probably pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion  back up for this one.  See SBB Royalty for details.

* U5 - Kill List -  see MWAP  - G4 - Canon Divergence.  Post CA:TWS above

* C2 - “Oh, hell no” -see MWAP I1 - Steve is here for TFaWS

*C3 - Free - this is still up for grabs - I will probably combine with one of the following SBB squares:  I4 - Canon: Avengers Academy,   G4 - Pepper Potts  or  O5 - AU: Biker

* C4 - KINK: Aftercare -  see MWAP O2 - Sex Pollen

*C5 - “This might as well happen” -  Used this for the Sept BBB Round Robin  (crackfic - Emperor’s New Groove inspired)  wrote 276 words toward it.  Need to get a mod ruling on whether I get to count it or not sometime soon so I have time to try to re-fill it if needed.  

* K1 - Thighs - I have a couple ideas for this…  Sam +Steve+Bucky shenanigans (platonic or romantic - not sure)  Possibly crossover with MWAPB Online Shopping if I can get it done/meet the word minimum (650 for both)

* K3 - KINK: Edging  - working on Hanging By A Moment -   (Bucky POV with toy play and Tony as a power bottom)  crossing over  with  TSB   K3 - KINK: Orgasm Denial/Edging  - - currently 390 words (550 minimum needed)  It’s all plotted out in my head  - I just need to find the time & motivation to finish.

* Y2 - Never the fall that kills you -  this might be the title for a reverse hanahaki WinterIron prompt from @lacrimula-falsa ….   but is not on my Bingo Attack plan list, so don’t hold your breath.

* Y4 - KINK: Seduction Mission - crossover with SBB - B1 - “I wouldn’t mind wasting my time on you.”   Not on my Bingo Attack plan list, so probably won’t get done.

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 2  (SRB_R2) - Ends 31 Jan

Fourteen fills posted with 1 bingo (Row 3)   & 2 WIPs at the moment   – aiming for 2 or 3 more bingos --  happily accepting plot bunnies! 

* A1 - Never Have I Ever -  see   MWAPB  FREE above.  

* A4 - Touch Attention/Denial  - I have an idea for this that will also fill (heh) my Stucky Bingo  KINK - Double Penetration square.

* B2 - Mile High Club -  This will be the second chapter of Never Have I Ever (But I Want To With You), picking up with Tony’s POV after the events of Chapter One. Rolling some things around in my head, but other projects are taking priority.   Possibly combine with TSB  Tony’s Poor Life Choices ?

* C4 - Groot - crossover with  MWAPB Sex Pollen - see above.

* E2 - Comics Nomad Steve  - SWC sketch of Nomad!Steve

* E4 - Mental Bondage - crossover with TSB KINK: Concubine -  Potential Title My Voice The Chain that Binds You

Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6  (TSB_R6)  [Ends 28 Feb]

Fifteen fills and three WIPs at the moment -    with  Vague Ideas for almost every other square.  

* T1 - One Night Stand - see AvB - B4 - Age Gap

* T2 - Doing Groceries - crossover with MWAP B3 - Farmer’s Market  - if I can bang out a  drabble/moodboard in time, otherwise will find something else to do with this.

* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue -  some sort of remix of/inspired by sabrecmc’s  Indecent Proposal  from Pepper’s POV.  At this point, I think I need to re-read the fic & take notes …  

* T4 - KINK: Concubine - see   SRB  E4 - Mental Bondage?  

*A5 - Scott Lang  - 27dragons shared an interesting plot bunny during the Sept TSB Discord party that I may end up using; that or a follow up to A Piece of the Action

* R1 - Tony’s Poor Life Choices - see SRB Mile High Club above.  

* R2 - IronWidow -  next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?  see  SBB Royalty above

* R4 - Occupational Hazard -  posted  I Make Toys (But I’ve Got Aspirations) this morning - it’s a  ficlet where Tony & Steve are Santa’s elves  who hatch a plan to help kids who need something more than toys for Christmas and came in at 351 words.

* K2 - Secret Admirer -  carried this over from last round so I could try my hand a remix of Seeds of Love  (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone).  Potential title:  Wraps Around My Heart, Refusing to Unwind

* K3 - KINK: Orgasm Denial/Edging -  see BBB KINK: Edging 

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023

Seven fills and one WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - possible crossover with MWAPB - Friends to Lovers

* B4 - Artist/Muse - posted  A Work of Heart to Tumblr  on 10/29.  It came in at  at 650 words and filled Day 29 of   Fictober (”You love this, don’t you?”) , Flufftober (Leaves) and Whumptober (”Better me than you.”)  Coming to Ao3 on 12/28

* B5 - KINK: Double Penetration - see SRB   Touch Attention/Denial  above.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow  is collaborating on with me.  This was supposed to fill my Man with a Plan Bingo Soulmates square, but I ran out of time on that bingo.   We’re currently sitting at 1640 words  (984-ish of which are mine).   Will probably continue on this sometime in January.   Current Last Line:  "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics  square  – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron  No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!  

WinterIron - No Powers AU  –  Stony No Powers AU

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On other creative fronts:  I have a Sventoonie figure in progress -  still working on the figures for my three Marvel Trumps Hate  auction winners (3 of 7 done so far) – thanks so much for your generous support!!  Finally, I am prepping for a superhero con in March - so am pretty well booked up through at least the end of the year.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations in 2023, check  out Stuffed With Character   over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 80!).   They’re  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design  requests  for any fandom!

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Ask Me No Questions I'll Tell You No Lies

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by Keymiester73

Ben Solo doesn't do attachments. They're messy and one thing he can't afford to be is messy. In his line of work messy gets you killed, but from the moment he sees her online he can't seem to think of anything else. Can he still pursue her without putting both of them at risk? If she asks him no questions he'll tell her no lies.

Words: 2414, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Knights of Ren, Luke Skywalker

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Sex Work, Blood and Violence, Possessive Behavior, Explicit Sexual Content, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Dominant Kylo Ren, Not really a slow burn, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, I suck at tags

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Silver

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2414 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: A skinwalker imitating the reader, but she has one thing it never could. 

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You weren’t shocked when you turned the corner to come face to face with yourself.

If you had been in the position of the skinwalker right now, perhaps you would have done the same thing. Replicating you would surely be the best way to get the best of Sam and Dean, at least, in theory.

From where they were standing, there was no real way to know which of you was actually you.

That point was only further proved to you when you heard Dean’s handgun click behind you.

One of you was the shapeshifter, and that was basically all he knew for sure. The only other thing he knew was that he wasn’t going to let it get away.

He was tired of skins.

“Dean, kill it” you ordered, gesturing over to the monster opposite you. In any other case, he would have done as you asked without question but given the circumstances, he couldn’t just do that.

For all he knew, he could have killed you if he listened to the wrong one.

Which was exactly what could have happened, because as soon as you spoke, the skinwalker took its opportunity to do the same. Almost immediately it began begging for Dean to kill you because you were the monster.

You knew that you had to figure something out quickly, before Dean decided to take his shot.

As much as the idea of accidentally shooting you terrified him, he was just as concerned about letting the skin go. You had been tracking it for days, and it had already killed so many people, not killing it wasn’t an option.

Thankfully, just as you were starting to give up, you had an idea.

For the most part, the shifter had copied your appearance a hundred percent but there was something it couldn’t have had.

Not only would it literally be a problem for a creature like that because of what it was but it couldn’t have known about it. The skinwalker hadn’t gotten quite close enough to see what you were hiding.

It was perfect.

Right here, around your neck, was the one thing in the world that could distinguish you from that freak wearing your face.

“Dean, look at me baby, look!” you called, making sure that no matter what the creature said, you were louder, clearer through the fog of it all.

This was a lot at once, but once he saw what you had, it would all be over.

It had to be.

His attention snapped to you immediately, keeping his laser focus which only faltered for a second when he saw what you were holding up for him to see.

The metal sparkled back and forth on the edge of the chain, which made it impossible not to catch his eye.

It was a ring, a pure silver band he’d given you a few summers ago.

It was a gift, albeit one he hadn’t actually expected you to keep. Though, he was glad you had, because it was serving you well right now. If it hadn’t been for that, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

As soon as the presence of that gift registered in Dean’s mind, and the meaning clicked for him, the gun went off. The silver bullets he’d loaded into that gun earlier pierced the shifter over and over until he’d emptied the clip.

In fact, he didn’t even move until he was sure the skin was dead and gone.

“That son of a bitch could’ve made me kill you” he muttered, walking alongside you back to the impala, obsessing over every little difference between you and the shifter that he should have seen earlier.

He was going to make himself feel bad about it, of course, now that it was after the fact but you knew the truth. There was relatively no difference between you and the shapeshifter, that was how it worked.

He couldn’t have known it was you, not without a little help.

“Don’t beat yourself up, I couldn’t have known any better than you if the roles were reversed” you assured, a soft smile on your lips as you bumped the male with your shoulder.

Maybe you liked to think it would be different but you knew better than that. That was why the shapeshifters did what they did. That was how they survived, and how they kept going, not much different than you.

All they did was what they were designed to.

They were meant to be hunted, just as you were meant to be a hunter.

“Yeah, you're probably right” Dean huffed, though he said it in the way that he always did when he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. He didn’t really believe it, even though it had just happened.

You would know who he was, even if one of those freaks strapped on his whole meat suit.

That was why you kept that piece of junk in the first place, which reminded him. Dean had no idea that you would have kept that ring he gave you, especially not after all this time.

It didn’t make sense.

“I didn’t know you still wore that thing” he commented, gingerly taking hold of the ring on the end of the chain, which you had put back around your neck after leaving that horrible place.

For the most part, it never left your person.

For you, it was the first thing that Dean ever gave you and it was so much more than just a ring he’d bought off of one of the hunter’s wives you’d run into on the road. It was a symbol of how much you’d done together, and how much he cared.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of it, even after all this.

“Why wouldn’t I? You gave it to me, was I supposed to just throw it out” you teased, snatching the ring back from him and tucking it back into your flannel. You should have known he would act like this when he found out.

Knowing him, he probably assumed you got rid of it as soon as he gave it to you. Maybe if you had, he wouldn’t be so smug about it right now.

“I don’t know, it just isn’t the kind of thing I thought you’d keep is all” he shrugged, still walking with you, a strange sort of change in his demeanor catching you off guard.

Something was bothering him, something you couldn't have really understood, even if he told you.

In Dean’s eyes, it was different.

That was a little piece of silver, and as far as a gift from your partner went, it was hardly the quality of gift that you deserved. Hell, he would have given you the hope diamond if he could, because that was a much more fitting present.

Compared to that, and everything else you deserved, this little trinket was hardly a scrap of anything.

It was kind of a joke from his perspective, embarrassing that you had kept it this long when it was barely a fraction of what you should have had.

You could have had a family, a couple of kids, and a golden retriever. You should have had all those things and so much more but he couldn’t give you that. This life couldn’t give you that, and he hated it.

...but he wasn’t about to let you go either.

This might not have been what he wanted to give you, or what he thought you deserved, but for what Dean did  have, he’d given you everything. You knew that, better than anything, and that was why you kept it.

“Yeah, well I’m not giving it up, so tough luck” you shot back, climbing into the backseat of the impala.

Normally, you liked to ride shotgun but Sam had already sat in the back the whole way here. You didn’t want him to have to do it again for however many hours it took you to get to the next motel.

Besides, if you sat in the back now, you could get some rest before it was time to unload all your duffles and stuff into a new room.

A few extra hours couldn’t hurt.

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“So, what’s the deal with the ring?” Sam wondered, breaking up the silence between them in the impala just enough.

All this time, they had been sitting in relative silence, with the exception of your soft snoring and the lull of the road.

He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to interrupt that just to ask about something Dean clearly didn’t want him to know about. If he wanted him to,  Sam would have heard about it or seen something before now.

It wasn’t like this was the first time you three had been on a hunt together, after all.

It just hadn’t come out before.

“Sammy, it's not a big deal, don’t worry about it” he groaned, fully aware that no matter what he said, his brother wasn’t going to just let this go. Sam loved all that mushy, lovey dovey crap, and he was always asking about how you two got together.

It was before him, and he constantly wanted to know how it happened. He couldn’t help himself, Sam was a romantic at heart.

“It looked like a big deal to me, just tell me about it” he tried, hoping that would finally sway his older brother, and luckily for him, it seemed to do the trick just fine.

Truth was, Dean had been thinking about that stupid ring since he saw it again and maybe telling the story could be a good time. He hadn’t thought about it in forever, and it was a pretty good story.

“We were hunting this poltergeist a few years back with dad, and we ran into a couple that used to hunt together,”

“They were retired by the time we found ‘em, real rare for hunting types, but anyway, we stayed in their cabin for a couple nights, right?” Dean started, only glancing over at his brother a few times as he talked to make sure he was paying attention.

Sam nodded, that sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in this business, though it was more rare than just staying in the back of cars or in cheap motels that didn’t do background checks.

John certainly wasn't a huge fan of spending time with other hunters but he wasn’t a complete stranger to taking help when he needed it.

“Well, Y/N fit right in, like she always does and made friends with the old guy’s wife” he grinned, recalling the way you’d immediately taken to the two of them, even against John’s every suggestion.

You always got attached, even more so when he told you it wasn’t a good idea.

You took to them so quickly, asking about their grandkids and how they managed to make it all work even with a life of hunting. For you, hunters that were nearly in their sixties seemed like an oddity and you just wanted to learn as much from them as you could.

It wasn’t everyday you got to meet such interesting folks, after all, and being around them gave you a new sense of what being a hunter meant and what it could be.

Even now, he thought that trip must have been one of your favorites.

“Long story short, this lady made jewelry and I could tell she liked it, so I bought that ring off of her, and I guess she never took it off,” he shrugged, finding that this story, albeit one of his favorites, wasn’t that long.

At its core, itt was just a ring.

It served you well today, because even in arts and crafts, hunters couldn’t help but use monster killing material but other than that, it was a trinket more than a promise of anything.

You knew that just as well as Dean did but you didn’t care about that. The material object had never been your focus, for you, the ring was more about what your future could be like if you kept at it.

For all you knew, you and Dean could end up just like Elliot and Bonnie had in forty years or so. That ring was a brilliant reminder of all that, and you weren’t about to toss that away, no matter how trivial it may have seemed to him.

It meant too much for something like that.

“So, you bought her a ring?” Sam clarified, making sure that he got the gist of the story. All in all, it was very you to grab on tightly to such a real idea and it made even more sense to Sam that you kept it.

Dean didn’t ever get into stuff like this before you, and he hardly got into it now that he had you, but you always had.

You were much more sentimental in that regard.

“Yeah, I guess I did”

He had never thought about it before, but that was exactly what he’d done. Dean Winchester bought you a ring, and you’d kept it all this time because you loved him, and he loved you too.

That was what mattered.

This whole time he had been too focused on the fact that the ring he’d bought wasn’t the kind of ring he dreamed about but you didn’t care about that at all. The ring he’d bought was the ring you wanted because it was from him.

That was all that mattered to you.

“You know, it isn’t that rare for hunters to stay together that long. You two could retire too, some day” Sam whispered, his voice much softer this time. 

He wasn’t completely sure if he wanted to say it but he couldn’t help himself.

It was true.

There was no reason that you had to be any different than those two were, living in their cabin, and taking in younger hunters who needed a place to sleep for the night.

It was a respectable life, and much more attainable for you and Dean than any apple pie life could be. You weren’t the picket fence type but maybe you were the making silver jewlery and bullet casing kind in retirement.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind Sammy” he hummed, his eyes flicking up to his rearview mirror where he could see you, curled up in the backseat, as peaceful and happy as ever.

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Walk Among the Dead {Louis de Ponte du Lac Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2414 Summary: A brooding vampire cannot take his eyes off you. How are you going to hold that attention?

It was your dancing which had caught his eye. You were making a display of yourself, seemingly so alive in this decrepit city. The smile on your face was large, like you were genuinely happy, something that Louis had not felt in a long time. But more than jealousy, you were triggering something else inside of those hollow bones of his. A longing thirst that came from deep within. He could see the blood running through the veins of your neck, the pulsing point, every single breath. He started to salivate, thinking of the sweet blood that must be coursing through you. Making it’s way to your face as you sweated in exertion but kept on going. The tangy, salty smell came from all of the humans, but yours was the only one that was enticing.

Louis sat in the darkness, watching. Wishing that he could be like you. Be like all of the humans once again, living without knowing what or who it was that went walking in the night. Able to drink wine, able to eat real food. Not living off of rats in the sewers, disgusting little things. Or killing the pretty little dogs of rich women. Look at them. All of their bodies squashed together like fish in a barrel, just ripe for the taking. But he only wanted you.

His eyes followed as you escaped from the throng, pushing hair out of your face, laughing with glee and adrenaline. You were coming in closer. He retreated further into the darkness. Leaning back against his chair. Becoming one with it. ‘Do not see me, do not see me’ he whispered as quietly as he could, barely able to hear himself, but keeping the sentiment and the power in his voice. But it did not work. You continued on in your trajectory towards him, bending down just a little.

“Why do you sit in the shadows?” You asked him, offering your hand. He could see the lines across your palm; the life line, the love line, on full display in front of his eyes. The wrist with it’s delicate veins just below. Nails short, dirty - but everyone’s were these days. It was a filthy town, New Orleans. Not like his own nails which were long, pointed, pristine. So obviously different from everyone elses. “Come join the dance with us. Do not be shy. We’re all friendly here.”

“But I am not,” Louis said, getting to his feet without your help. He intended to walk away but that hand kept enticing him. Even as he stood, cloaked in black, your hand was reaching out for him. Like a lifeline. Like you were ready to pull him back into the human world that he craved more than he craved blood. So he faltered. Like a coward, he stood there, unable to brush past you. To reject you. “I cannot dance with the others,” He told you, stiffly.

“So then dance with me!” You said, brightly. Your smile reminded him of the last sunrise that he had ever seen. The bright glow of it, eliminating everything that was dark and dreary on the landscape. And though his tongue poked at the fangs that were threatening to emerge in his mouth, though he felt the point craving your skin, he accepted, slipping his cold hand into yours. “It’s like touching a ghost, mister!” You exclaimed.

“I apologize,” He said, retreating, but you kept hold of his hand, holding it in both of yours now, trying to warm it up with your own body heat. He admired you for trying. Especially when you brought it up to your lips and blew your warm breath on it. Nothing would work. He knew that. But he thought for just a second that it might. “It is a condition, I’m afraid. There is nothing to be done.”

“Well, it was worth a try,” You said, still smiling, not allowing yourself to be discouraged. She let go with one hand so it was only one holding his own, fingers intertwined. “This is the part where you put your arm around my waist, sir.”

“It’s been a long time,” Louis admitted. He did occasionally dance with Lestat, the blonde haired brat prince, but he rarely took the lead in that one. Ever since he had met the vampire, he’d had the spiralling sense that he had no control over anything. And even though you were telling him what he should do, he was starting to feel a little ... bold? Like he could handle such a thing as a dance. He could be alright for just one, surely.

He moved his arm so that it was around your waist. He could feel the warmth of your blood through your clothing, you might as well have not been wearing any. Alone, secluded, a light breeze bringing the scent of your hair, of your skin to his nostrils. His mouth was watering at the closeness. It was so dark back here, he could have just a bite. And you tilted your head so perfectly, your neck all exposed...

“What’s your name, stranger?” You asked, snapping him out of his thirsty thoughts.

“Louis,” He said, slowly. He did not know at that moment that he would never again know a second’s peace. Your face would be plaguing his mind day after day, minute after minute, starting before he had ever known your name.

“A face like that should not be hiding away in a dark corner,” You said, pressing in close, chest to chest. The music was lively, and you were spinning with him, laughter echoing through his ears.

“Nor should yours,” He said back to you. Your laughter sounded like wind chimes in a breeze, enough to tickle the brain but not overpower his thoughts. He wished that it had - your blood was calling, calling - singing. He can’t take it anymore. The thirst is too overwhelming, it’s making his head spin. You gasped as  he let go of you midspin, sending you flying into the chair that he had recently vacated, but he did not look back. Instead, he walked quickly through the other couples, disappearing in the blink of an eye into a dark alleyway, searching for rats or perhaps an alley-cat to quench his thirst.

-

You were the most alive person that he had encountered in a very long time, but you haunted him nonetheless. Every night at sundown, as he awoke inside of his tomb-like coffin, he grew restless, looking over at the door every few seconds. Fighting against himself, jittering, until he would finally take the steps and leave the house, returning to where he had met you. He did not sit in the shadows this time, but stood in them, dwelled within them, disappeared entirely into them, only a flicker of his bright eyes occasionally seen, and thought to be that of an animal prowling. You came out often here to dance, and to socialize. But what was more interesting to him was the fact that though others had sat in the seat you had once pulled them from, you did not ask them to dance. You seemed to stick to a small group of people, rarely if ever deviating from it.

Interesting.

On one rather chilly night, as the fall was turning to winter and the nights were getting longer in this humid city, he attempted to sneak out as he usually had, but was caught this time. Your hand was upon his arm, making him freeze in place. “Hello Louis,” You said, pleasantly. “I thought you had forgotten all about this place.”

Your smile was more radiant up close than it ever had been from afar. He found himself at a loss for words. His plumped lips tried to form an apology but his voice would just not project. You laughed, but it didn’t feel like it was at him. It broke the tension and he found himself smiling. Lestat would not have believed his eyes if he had seen it. “I apologize,” He said. You nodded, expecting that.

“Well, don’t  sneak out without giving me a dance,” You coaxed, moving your hand down his arm to entwine your fingers together.

“Okay,” He said, simply, and gave your hand a squeeze. God, just that motion alone, bringing blood rushing through your veins, was enough to make him begin to salivate. But this time, he did not run, nor did he push you away. He danced with you, he spun you, he even dipped you once, making your head fall back, your neck all exposed. You were absolutely beautiful. More divine than anyone he had ever seen before.

He could not help himself. Better than the heartiest of perfumes, he could smell your blood as you came back in close. Your hair lightly blew towards him as the breeze came from behind, pushing it forward, forward, along with the scent. His lips were at your throat. You were giggling again, your shoulder raising. “You’re tickling me,” You said, lightly attempting to push it away. And he accepted it with horror, thinking of what he had nearly just done. He wanted to run again, wanted to find a cat, a dog, an elephant even, to quench his thirst. It would be so easy to break from your grip, physically easy. But he was finding it to be impossible as you caught him in your glance. “Are you going to run from me again?”

“Not this time.”

-

Eventually, Louis invited you to his home. The one that he had shared with Lestat. The more confidence and suave vampire didn’t affect you as much as he clearly would have liked to, since it seemed you only had eyes for the brunette with the sullen face. Over the course of the next couple of days, you spent quite a bit of time together. Courting, was how you had told your friends about it. But one night, things had gotten a little out of hand. You had been drinking wine together, and it was bringing a lot of blood to your face, tinting it ever so slightly in a deep red beneath your skin tone. His thirst had grown so immense that when he went in to give you a peck on the cheek, it did not end there. Your breathy moans made him both aroused and famished. And he could not help himself. His fangs extracted. They buried themselves into your skin.

The shock of it made you gasp, and you began to fall limp in his arms as he took more and more - only stopping once he realized what he was doing. You had fallen into his arms,a few ruby red drops coming from the new wounds in your throat.  He checked on you, fingers on your pulse point - your heartbeat was still strong, and your eyes blinked back open. “What happened?” You asked, looking about you.

And he opened up, despite his fears, despite the secrecy that he knew that he had to live under for the rest of his existence. And you - incredible, incredible you, listened. You looked more cautious than fearful, fingers tapping at the pinpricks that were on your neck. He had not gone too far, nor too deep. You looked like you felt a little faint, but not too much worse than that. After seeing Lestat’s constant victims, he had feared the worst for you. “Are you alright?” He asked after he had finished his speech, the night coming to a close.

“Yes, just a little light-headed,” You admitted. “So, my love Louis-” If he had a heart still beating in his chest, he knew that it would have raced at just that sentence alone. At being called your love. “You need to take better care of yourself. You are going to live forever, you must stick with the upkeep.”

“That would require hurting people, killing people y/n. I cannot accept that.”

“Then accept me. Accept what you had just done to me and let me help you. It didn’t hurt as much as you think that it did. In fact...” You moved in closer to him. He became more scared of you in that moment than you were of him. You held all the power in your hands. He felt like he was the mere mortal one under your touch. Under the kiss that you pressed onto the corner of his lips. “It was pleasurable. And tomorrow night, I will come back, and you can do it again.”

“You can’t!” Louis protested. “I may lose control, I may hurt you. I would not be able to live with myself if I were to ever do anything like that to you. No, you cannot see me again-”

“If that is what you really want,” You said sadly, backing away, hands resting on your lap. “But I am willing to take the risk, for you.”

-

Over the next couple of months, you two saw one another regularly. He would bring you to the house at times when Lestat was out partying, or hunting, or doing whatever it was that Lestat did. You were his, and his alone. He didn’t want you getting caught up in that sadist’s schemes. He might attempt to change you, the way that he did with him. You became not only his cup, sipping just a tantalizing mouthful, but his lover as well. He began to fall in love.

His way of thinking became changed. Surely he could not be damned if he felt this way still. Surely he could not be a monster if he had your affection, your love. You reassured him of that the more that you saw him, stroking his pale cheeks. “You are an enigma, Mr. De Ponte Du Lac,” You would tell him. “A true angel in the flesh. My angel.”

And he would tell you the same things. “You have brought me back to life, mon amour,” He would whisper into your ear, before he would take that bite of your flesh.

And one of these days, perhaps, if he thought that you were ready for it, he may just offer you the gift of immortality, something that he never thought he would burden another person with. But it hardly seemed like a curse if you would be by his side.

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Past mistakes

Pairing: Dark! Stucky X Ex-HYDRA! Reader

Word count: 2414 words.

Summary: Bucky's memories are confusing, what will he and Steve be able to do to make you pay what HYDRA did to Bucky even if you hadn't been responsible?

Warnings: Angst, Obsession, stalker, dub-con, non-con, kidnapping, punishment, torture, violence, abuse, knife play, bondage, coercion, edging, degrading talk, double penetration, oral (male receiving), if I miss a warning, please let me know. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON’T READ IT.

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2014

 You looked up when you heard Steve speak through the Triskelion's speakers, the truth had finally come to light; you suspected that sooner or later it would happen.

For a few weeks, you considered the idea of ​​leaving HYDRA, however it seemed impossible, they were not going to let you go so easily, most likely they would kill you first to accept it.

It was not the first time that the feeling of guilt invaded you, as much as you tried, you could not remember the reasons why you had joined the infamous Organization

A huge commotion started when Steve's speech ended, maybe it was the only opportunity you would have in your whole life to leave HYDRA, you didn't have much time to think, you left your office and started walking as fast as you could trying to go unnoticed.

In one of the corridors you got to see Brock, you cursed, none of your colleagues had to see you, you managed to reach the service stair, with so much confusion people seemed to have forgotten the existence of these stairs, and you ran down, you were going to run away as it were. However, you never realized that the Soldier had seen you.

At first, you hesitated to go to your house, but you needed the savings and false identifications that you had stored there, you went as fast as you could, you took everything you needed, you did not stop to think exactly what to do, if you did, you would lose valuable time. There were only two options with what had happened, one was that HYDRA had won, the other that had lost, neither of them benefited you.

You managed to go to another country, there you would start a new life, you got a job in a school as a secretary; you do not earn the same, but that did not matter, at last, you could get away from all that.

 Actuality

 Bucky entered the refuge excited, finally, he would have what he had been searching for all these years.

"You're very happy," Steve said when he saw him.

“I have found her!” Bucky exclaimed with singular joy.

"Buck, are you sure it's her?" Steve questioned somewhat skeptically.

"I would recognize her beautiful face anywhere," Bucky replied.

"I need you to be completely sure, we can't make any mistakes," Steve said.

"I'm completely sure," Bucky alleged annoyed.

"Okay, I believe you, now we just have to plan how we'll get along," Steve said.

Steve sighed, he couldn't allow his friend to lose control, and he didn't want to attract attention, not to mention that nobody knew what the pair had planned through these years.

That day you went out a little later than normal, it started to get dark, whenever the new course was about to start you had a lot of work.

When you left the school you turned to both sides in the street, you felt watched over, for a moment in your head the idea passed that one of your ex-colleagues from HYDRA had found you; you went back to school, you could wait a little longer in there until you felt safe.

You walked the hallways until someone pulled you, you struggled, but your captor was stronger than you.

“Doll, did you miss me?” Steve whispered in your ear.

“C-captain!”

"I'm not coming alone, I'm bringing a friend, you know, we have a few questions that we want you to answer," Steve commented without releasing you.

Bucky appeared in the shadows, your face reflected surprise.

“Do you think you could escape so easily?” Bucky questioned.

The first time you would see the Soldier was when you studied in HYDRA’s Academy you had heard a lot about him.

He sounded like he was a monster, definitely terrifying; however, when you saw him, a feeling of pity washed over you, the torture he was subjected to seemed terrible to you.

But they had taught you that he was nothing more than a HYDRA weapon, no feeling towards the Soldier was valid.

That day you wondered what was really under the facade of the Soldier, was there still a vestige of the human he had been before?

The memories in Bucky's head were hazy, he wasn't sure if you had helped him or not if someone asked him he just couldn't identify all the people who tortured and hurt him during all those years as well as who had been gentle with him even if they were HYDRA.

"No, I just ...”

“You just what?” Bucky asked, approaching menacingly.

You swallowed hard, you were almost sure you were seeing the Soldier after they brainwashed him.

"Please leave me, I no longer have anything to do with HYDRA, I left the organization a long time ago," you pleaded.

You kept struggling as Bucky got closer and closer.

"I had nothing to do with what they did to you, please remember… remember me," you pleaded.

Steve saw his friend, who nodded, so with a quick movement Steve knocked you unconscious in one fell swoop.

"You always seemed very beautiful to me," Bucky commented taking your face in his hands.

"You're right, Y/N is very beautiful," Steve said.

They took you to the vehicle they had prepared with everything necessary to kidnap you, they tied your feet and hands in case you woke up, you could not escape, they also gagged you.

 The mission was getting out of control, you looked for more ammunition, you no longer had, and you cursed under your breath.

One of the enemies realized your situation, he was going to attack you when the Soldier saved you, with great ease eliminated your attacker.

“What…?”

The Soldier easily lifted you and led you to the ship so that nothing bad happened to you.

“Thank you.”

He did not answer, just watched you.

“I guess people aren't very nice to him,” you thought.

You saw him and you smiled at him, you noticed something on his face, a trickle of blood. You reached out to remove the mask that covered half of his face, he stopped you.

"You're hurt, let me see, I need to heal you," you explained.

He released you and let you check his wounds.

“It hurts? “You asked.

He didn't say anything, without that thing, he was very handsome, you cleaned the wound.

 As soon as they arrived at the place they sat you in a chair although you were still unconscious, they tied your hands to the back, Bucky kept you against the immobilized chair while Steve passed the rope between your breasts.

"Look at how her tits stand out, don't you think she looks beautiful?" Steve commented.

"She is very beautiful," Bucky said.

Steve proceeded to attach each foot to a leg of the chair, you began to complain, and your head ached for the blow that Steve had given you.

"The bitch is already awake," Steve said.

“Who gave the orders to freeze me?” Bucky questioned.

"I guess Pierce, I was just following the orders."

“Where’s Rumlow?” Steve asked.

"I don't know, I ran away when the chaos began in the Triskelion."

Both men looked at each other not very convinced, they believed you were lying.

“Where are the other members who were double agents?”

"I don't know, I have no idea what happened to the others."

They turned to look, if you did not confess for good, then they would use another method, Bucky stroked your boobs over the clothes, reached down one hand to your leg, put it under the skirt and fingered the inside of the thigh, then removed your hand and took out your knife and ran it over your face, you immediately opened your eyes scared, you didn't know where you were or what had happened; then he passed the knife around your neck, you were paralyzed with fear, he kept going down to where the neckline of your blouse began, you did not dare move because of the fear that he would cut you, you recognized that look, it was that of the Soldier.

He proceeded to cut your blouse, put the knife aside and with his hands finished breaking the blouse with his hands, pulled the tatters, your breathing was uneasy, you did not know exactly what was going to happen or perhaps if you did, but you did not want think.

He took the knife again, cut the straps of your bra.

“What are you doing? Why did you bring me here? What do you do? What does this mean?” Your voice was shaky.

In response Steve slapped you so hard that brought tears to your eyes, Bucky took off your bra and carelessly massaged one of your breasts, smiled and pulled away from a little.

Then Steve put his hands on your tits so tightly that your nipples made you scream, then released you and pulled away again.

Bucky took advantage, took the knife again and passed it between your breasts, you held your breath, followed the path to your belly, there he stopped.

“Why are you so scared? If you enjoyed making me suffer, you all loved to torture me, now we're just going to punish for everything you did,” Bucky said.

“What? No, I never...”

He slapped you several times, tears streaming from your eyes.

“Don’t fucking lie, bitch!”

He put one of his hands on your neck and started handing you until Steve stopped him.

"Buck, drop her if you keep doing it you're going to kill her, aren't you supposed to want us to enjoy her?"

Bucky obeyed his friend, Steve approached you, he passed the knife through one of your thighs, a small trickle of blood appeared on your thigh, you made a gesture of pain, then cut your fault, you screamed for the impression, Bucky covered you your mouth and you bit it.

That enraged him, he looked at your panties and smiled to destroy them with his hands, with a quick movement he untied you from the chair and before you could react you had your hands tied to one of the posts of the bed and you were standing with your back to them.

Bucky lashed the whip against your butt and your back, you started screaming and crying, it was one of the worst sensations that you had ever experienced in your life.

"Bucky stop, enough, is enough," Steve ordered, practically snatching the whip from his hands.

Bucky was going to claim him when Steve shot him a threatening look, then released you and dropped you onto the bed.

“Do you have something to say, darling? Think what you gonna say,” Steve said.

You sobbed a little, you’re back hurt, and you would not achieve anything if you tried to defend yourself they were much stronger than you, you took a breath, and you knew you would hate yourself for what you were going to say.

"Forgive me, you're right, I deserve to be punished."

Both men looked at each other with satisfaction, Bucky turned to you while Steve grabbed your hair and raised your face.

"Suck it," he ordered, putting his dick in front of you.

You opened your mouth, he put it in and started shaking your head, sometimes you tried to push it away because you felt you couldn't breathe, but he wouldn't allow it. Suddenly you felt the other man's hands on your thighs and tried to push him away with your legs, however, he took them and put inside one finger into your pussy, then another began to move them.

"So wet," he said.

Steve put the vibrator against your clit, you twisted and moaned, Bucky had one of your legs grasped while with the other hand he continued to caress you, his body in the middle of your legs to prevent you from closing them, and every time you tried he slapped you in your pussy. Steve came in your mouth.

On the other hand, Bucky continued to masturbate until you felt your orgasm approaching, and it was then that he stopped stimulating you, you groaned while you felt desperate.

“Please I need…

"The bitch wants to come," Bucky scoffed.

Steve laughed.

"I think it's about time," Steve said.

Bucky lay down and put you on top; he lined up and entered you slowly, once inside he waved at Steve and Steve approached you and entered you through your other entrance. You felt like they filled you up.

"It's a lot… please stop," you asked.

"You know you deserve it, that you must pay what you did," Steve whispered in your ear.

“Don’t you think she looks so beautiful like that?”

“Indeed, she was always walking the corridors, you don't know but I want so badly do this for a long time.”

They started moving, they knew exactly how to do it, you started moaning, the sensations were confusing, you didn't even know if you wanted what was happening to be happening.

"She was made for us, she takes us so well."

"She's a good girl, from now on she's going to ask us for permission like the good bitch she is, right?"

You agreed, you were sure that if you did what they told you, they would not kill or torture you as you now believed they were capable of.

“Can I come?” You asked.

“No, you can’t.”

You sighed in frustration, you knew you weren't going to take long. Steve put one of his big hands on your neck, the sensations had increased, it was not long before you arrived, and you felt how the two came inside you, left and dropped you on the bed.

Bucky raised your face and saw you.

"So beautiful, although you still have a long way to pay for everything."

“Do you know what is the super-soldiers’ advantage? Steve asked.

You swallowed, you were afraid the answer you were thinking was true, so you shook your head.

"That we don't need to rest as long as someone normal, we can continue as many times as we want," he continued.

"No one is going to look for you, and as we told you if you behave well and answer our questions honestly, we don't have to punish you," Bucky stroked your breasts.

Your gaze was a mixture of terror, confusion and excitement, you hoped you could convince them that you never hurt Bucky while he was under HYDRA's control.

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[wayward-mikaelson]

COME BACK pt. 3

Word Count: 2414

Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas (mentioned), and Reader

Pairing: Dean x Reader

About: Reader avoids Sam but Sam isn’t having it but reluctantly gives up. Dean and Reader go for a drive and after the reader tells Dean about the kiss with Sam and her true feelings for Dean, things get heated.

18+ CONTENT. So if you’re younger than that, MOVE ALONG.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Smut, Protected Sex, Fluff

A/N: I just figured out how to make this kind of post with a header and such...I will be doing all my other posts like this. Once I figure out a Master list I will do that too!!! If you want to tagged in future shorts like this comment and I will tag you. 

A/N 2: Please tell me what you think!!! 

ENJOY

I sit in the library staring at the screen on my laptop. It's been two weeks since that kiss with Sam. I try my hardest not to think about it but sometimes I find myself looking back on that moment. The way his hands had trailed my body and the way my hands trailed his. I can still feel them if I think about it hard enough. I shake my head and go back to what I was doing. Looking at online news articles to keep me distracted. Hoping to find a case. I'm so into my searching that I didn't see Sam come in and lean up on the small bookshelf across from me until I close my laptop.

"For fucks sake," I say catching my breath. "How long have you've been there?" Sam shrugs his shoulders and I couldn't help but see that he's just in a short sleeve shirt. I dart my eyes down at my laptop.

"Long enough," Sam begins to walk towards me as you stand up to walk out of the library.

I tried to make it my goal not to be alone with Sam for reasons like this. Whenever we found ourselves alone, I would keep my distance from him but Sam would somehow find a way to be near or next to me. He would whisper things in my ear. Things that he somehow knew would make the hair on my body stand, in a good way. You take a deep breath to begin to walk away but, Sam is already across the room and I'm backing into the bookshelf behind me.

"Sam," I say looking up at his face. "How many time have I told you this? That kiss meant nothing." My back hit the bookshelf. I can smell the body wash off him. I close my eyes so he wouldn't see how the smell affected me.

I feel him cup my chin in his hands. They're soft but firm. I open my eyes to see him slowly inching closer. "But you're not stopping me are you?" Sam has a point. I was strong enough to push passed him. I could knee him, I thought. But I didn't. I close my eyes and tilt my head back to feel his lips on mine again. Sams lips barely graze mine when the bunker door opened.

I quickly move pass Sam whose face has disappointment written all over. I turned to see Dean walking down the steps with a few bags. He noticed Sam was standing with his arms crossed looking at me. Dean saw me hugging my laptop close to my chest.

"Come on guys," Dean says setting down the beer and food. "I'm awake and okay. Cas healed me up nice. Can we get over this whole thing going on between you guys?" I can't help but see that Dean knows theres something else going on between Sam and I. But Dean wont ask until theres more proof that there is something else going on.

"I've been telling him that for weeks now," I say walking towards my room. "But he just doesn't want to." I look behind me to see Sam staring at me.

Sam pushed up off the bookshelf and licks his lips and looks me up and down. I take a deep breath because all that at one was kind of hot and annoying at the same time. "Fine," he says walking passed me. He purposefully brushes his arm on my shoulder. Leaving goosebumps on my shoulder. I turn and watch him walk away.

"You guys going to be okay?" Dean asks handing me a beer. I smile and take the beer. Deans green eyes look me over and that sent shivers down my spin. If only I kissed him, I thought to myself. Maybe I should kiss him now. Maybe that would get Sam off my back. But then Sam would just try harder.

"We'll be fine, I hope," I say cracking open my drink and taking a huge drink. Dean watches and raises an eyebrow. I love the way he watches me when I catch him watching. But Dean has been doing it more and more these last few weeks.

Dean sets his beer down. "Wanna go for a drive?" He asks me. "It looks like you need the distraction." I nod and set my beer down as well. I follow Dean to the garage and climb into the passenger seat of the Impala.

Dean drives to the only place he takes me to clear my mind. That's in the middle of nowhere parked in some wooded area outside Lebanon, Kansas. I have only been there a handful of times. When I found Logans killer. When I killed Vampire Logan. When I had a mental breakdown a few weeks after that. When arguments with Sam or Cas or other hunters got out of hand, Dean was always there to take me out to breath. When Dean was in a coma I snuck here a few times to clear your mind.

"Alright," Dean parks the impala and reaches into the back and pulls out a few beers. "Tell me whats on your mind. Or," He hands me a beer and his gun. "You can go outside and shoot a few at a few things. It's all up to you, sweetheart."

I smile a little and look at Dean. "As much as I really want to shoot something, it wont help with whats going on between Sam and I." I crack open the beer and take a sip. "Something happened while you were out." I take a deep breath and get out of the impala. I walk over to the cardboard box that was just sitting there from last time and set it up with a few cans. When I turn around I see Dean leaning up on the Impala. Damn he looks hot. I can't help but bite my lip and when I realize I was, I look down at the ground.

"What something is that?" Dean asks handing me my beer. "You can't just tell me something happened and not tell me. You already said that you didn't sleep with him, unless you were lying about that."

I laugh and take a drink. I take a deep breath and shoot at a can before I answer. "No, that was the truth. I didn't sleep with him. But," I take two other shots at other cans. "He did kiss me and I to my surprise I kissed him back. It was stupid too, because I don't feel that way about him because I have feelings for someone else.He won't get that through his big head and let it go." I shoot the rest of the cans down and put a few rounds into the box.

I look at Dean and the expression on his face isn't hard to read. "So you have feelings for another dude and kissed Sam?" Dean took a few shots at the cans. He misses two but it doesn't phase him. "Does this other dude know how you feel and that you kissed another guy?"

I'm silent for a few minutes. I watch as Dean shoot the other cans off the box. I guess nows the time to tell him, I think to myself. But what he doesn't feel the same about me? I could ruin our whole friendship. I practically ruined mine and Sams. I would need to leave and go have my own life. I take a deep breath and give my answer. "I just told him."

Dean turns to me. His face is hard to read but his eyes tell me that he felt somewhat the same. "Well," He says holstering his gun. "I guess I have a confession myself." He rubs wipes his mouth with his hand and makes his way back towards me. "I remember some of what happened before I passed out for a week." Dean is a foot from me, I take a step back and feel the hood of the impala behind me. Dean steps closer and takes a hand and places it on my face. My heart begins to beat faster.

"What do you remember?" my voice shakes when I ask him. I look back onto that night and remember how I pleaded for him to come back.

"You were begging me to stay," He leans his head onto mine and I close my eyes. I know where this is going and I'm still nervous as hell. "You said you needed me. That you love me." I feel deans forehead furrow against mine. "Kind of sucks that you kissed my brother though."

I take a deep breath and open my eyes and look up into his. "But I'm here right now," I take my free hands and grab the collar of his shirt. I tilt my face up and press my lips to his. They were slightly chapped. Probably due to the fact he barely drinks water.But they were gentle. Unlike Sam.

Deans hand slowly slides down from my face to my waist. Leaving goosebumps on whatever exposed skin that shows. He places his free hand on the other side of waist and lifts me up onto the hood of the Impala where I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer to me. Dean moves his lips from mine, but not before nipping my bottom lip making me suck in a pleasurable sharp breath. I can feel the smile on his face as he places his lips to my neck. I let out a sigh and bury my face into his neck and wrapping my arms around him as well. Taking in the Deans scent. This is what I want. This is what I need.

Dean pulls back and takes my chin in his forefinger and thumb and places a firm but gentle kiss on my lips. "We can stop and go home, "Dean whispers against my lips. "Or, I can show you what I can really do." I gently grab hold of Deans bottom lip with my teeth and slowly pull back.

"Show me what you got, Winchester," I whisper into his ear as I slowly slide off the hood and pull him to the back seat of the impala.

Before we crawl into the backseat, Dean grabs a towel from the trunk and lays it down. Once it's laid down I slide right on in and pulling Dean in on top of me. The weight of him on top of me is different from the weight when we both were thrown into a wall a few months back. This weight made me tingle and wet. As we are adjusting to a comfortable position I begin to unbutton my shirt. I let it fall and when Dean looks up he just stares at my bare chest.

I lean forward and pull the flannel off Deans arms and throw it up front. When I turn back Dean is tossing his t-shirt to the ground. He pushes me down and gets in between my legs and kisses me. While he's kissing me, he's rolling his clothed hips into me. I moan softly against his lips.

"You like that, don't you?" he smiles pulling back. "I bet you wish it was the real deal." Dean sits up and undos his belt. While I watch I focus on getting my pants undone and off. Deans are off within seconds and he's helping me get mine off. "Give me a second," Dean reaches up front and pulls something out of the glove compartment. Dean sits back and I notice that he has a condom in his hand. I sit up and take the condom from him.

"Let me help you with that," without breaking eye contact, I slowly roll the condom onto his length. Dean closes his and bites his bottom lip. A low growl is heard from the back of his throat. When I get to the base of his length I move to straddle him. Dean opens his eyes and moves with me to where my entrance is right above him. I feel his hand grip my hips and slowly pulls me down. A soft moan escapes my lips and I throw my head back.

"Fuck," Dean growls as he feels my fingers dig into his shoulder as he beings to thrust up into me.

"I should be the one saying-" I suck in a deep breath as his thrusts pick up the pace and become deeper. "Fucking shit, Dean!" I begin to feel my core tighten around Dean whose thrusts start to become sloppy.

"I'm not going to last much longer," Deans growls as he pulls me to his chest and kisses me. I know I wouldn't last longer either. Deans thrusts get deeper and I wasn't sure how that was possible but he kept hitting my g-spot.

I get tighter around Dean. As his thrust become irregular, I become a whimpering mess against his lips. I know I can't keep it together as I feel every muscle tighten up. "Holy...Fuck...Dean." I make some noise that I didn't know I had in me. I feel every my body begin to relax.

Deans hold on me gets tighter and thrust in me even faster and harder. I bury my face into his neck as I feel a second orgasm come on. Something that no man, not even Logan could do. I bite my lip as my second orgasm comes and scream into his neck. Dean comes seconds after me. He thrusts through both of our highs, grunting until he's done.

"That was amazing," Dean says letting his arms around me fall. "Next time, I will have to show you more of what I can do."

"There's more?" I ask pushing myself up to look at him. "You made me come twice which no other man has ever done. You even have orgasm control. What more can you do?"

Dean trails a hand over my chest and smiles. "Maybe I can show you later tonight after Sam has gone to bed. I have a few toys and a few ideas."

With a smile on my face, I look Dean up and down and bite my lip. "Well, count me in." I lean forward and press my lips into his.

@myinconnelly1​ @donnaintx​

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[thirsty4theextraordinary]

Everything Burns - Chapter 9

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: none

Word count: 2414 

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Chapter 9: The Fundraiser

She wasn't sure at what point that night, she had past out, but it can’t have been very long after they had got back in. It was late or rather early, the sun was just beginning to rise as they stumbled into her apartment together. Joker was giddy with happiness, he held he tightly to him and she felt better than she ever had in her life before. When she woke it was morning and to her surprise, the Joker was still there. He smiled madly at her as she removed her stiff body from the sofa and stood her make-up was sticky and it made her slightly itchy.

"I sent our home video to the news station, in no time The real batman will come running or better yet he will show us who he really is," giggled The Joker and Scarlett smiled through her yawn.

She headed off towards the bathroom to scrub her face, as she heard him switch on the TV clearly waiting for them to show his tape.

"I can't wait for the police to find the clue I left them," said the Joker giddily jumping up and down in his seat as he searched through the new channels on the TV.

"Clue" she queried.

"I may have had a little help acquiring the DNA of Commissioner Loeb, Judge Surrillo and Harvey Dent," said the Joker happily.

"Wow, impressive," said Scarlett her eyebrows raised slightly.

"I know, I am, and all this time you thought I was just ignoring you. I've been busy, sweetheart. All three are gonna die tonight. I've got connections now, Mob bosses, crooked cops, Arkham inmates, I've got quite the team now. I know where the Judge and The commissioner are gonna be but Harvey is an unknown at the moment, but once the police work out my clue, they will send a cop to Harvey and I may just tag along. I think Harvey is gonna be the most fun, so I think I'll supervise that one myself. As for the judge and the commissioner, they are already taken care of all they need is a little push" said the Joker laughing madly and Scarlett only grinned.

The phone rang and The Joker shot it a disgusted look as Scarlett answered.

"Hello" she called into the phone and The Joker looked at her strangely and so she poked her tongue out and he simply copied her.

"Hello Miss Jesterson, this is Alfred," said the British accent at the other end of the phone.

"Oh Hi Alfred how are you?" she said happily to the only other Englishman she knew in Gotham.

"I'm very good thank you for asking, I hope you are well, I'm just calling to invite you to Bruce's fund-raiser this evening for Harvey Dent. I did try to call last night but there was no answer" he said

"Oh yeah sorry, I was out last night, but a fund-raiser for Harvey Dent you say?" she said into the phone and The Joker was by her side in a second like a dog being called for dinner. He was nodding at her madly and looked as though he was about ready to snatch the phone from her hands.

"Urr yes, of course, I'll be there, I'm sure I can dig something out to wear, what time?" she said as The Joker continued to jump up and down slightly.

"It starts at 8, we will see you tonight?" said Alfred.

"Yep see you tonight, bye" she called before she hung up and the Joker burst into laughter.

"This is perfect! Now I know where Mr Dent will be" he cackled and she looked at him happily.

"And you can watch the show!"

"But you have to go as you, no Jester tonight," he said shaking his finger in front of her face and she nodded happily before she leaned forward and kissed his finger lightly, before skipping off towards the sofa, leaving him slightly bemused.

He explained his full plan to her as they sat for most of the rest of the day together. The Judge had a bomb planted in her car and the commissioner had a poisoned bottle of scotch as for Harvey the Joker felt that he needed the personal touch, and all this was to get Batman to come out and play. Scarlett wondered if The Batman knew just what he was in for. She couldn’t help but be in pure awe of Joker and just how much of genius he really was. 

Around 6 The Joker left to ready the boys and she began to ready herself, she felt like something was really going to happen tonight and the anticipation was killing her. As she dug through her wardrobe, for something to wear, she found the dress the Joker had got her from her birthday, that felt like so long ago now.

She spent the full hour and a half, getting ready, styling her hair, painting her nails and applying her make-up, when she was finished she was very pleased with the results and she called a cab. When it arrived she jumped in and headed for Bruce Wayne's penthouse. 

She thought over everything the Joker had told her and that's when it finally made sense. Why was the Joker going after Harvey more than the rest? Because Harvey was the icon of good in Gotham, he was Gotham's White Knight and if the Joker killed him then Batman was sure to show his true face. But maybe there was something to The Joker's plan, something more than just killing Harvey.

She thought about everything and that's when she finally understood, he wouldn't just kill Harvey. He would break him down, turn him against the Batman and show Gotham that deep down everyone is bad, no matter how good they seem, no one is incorruptible. That was The Joker's ultimate play.

When she arrived at Bruce's penthouse the room was already full of people chatting, causing the room to sound as though it were full of a thousand flies. The mutterings of the people were almost so distracting she didn't notice when Alfred Pennyworth approached a tray of drinks in his hand.

"Care for a drink?" he said smiling warmly at her, his rough accent not far off her own.

"Alfred how are you?" she said happily with a nod before she took a flute of champagne from the tray.

"I'm very good thank you, and yourself, we heard about your aunt," he said his face growing solemn, she had almost forgotten and so dropped her smile quickly.

"Well yes, I'm fine, we lost contact when I moved here so I hadn't seen her in a long time and she was very old. But I was rather fond of her growing up in England, she used to make the best cake" Scarlett said smiling sadly and Alfred returned the expression.

"I think I'm probably going to fly home next week sometime," she said and Alfred only nodded before a voice of a waiter called and he turned away.

"I'm being beckoned but make yourself comfortable there is food over there," he said motioning with his head with a smile before he was called again.

"Oh right bloody hell, I'm coming" he moaned before he turned his back and walked away.

Scarlett didn't know anyone there, though these people were not the type of people that Scarlett often hung around with, nor did she have any wish to associate with.

She mingled her way into a conversation and soon was laughing along with their grandiloquent jokes.

"So what is it that you do then, Scarlett?" said the woman to her right, in an overly friendly way. She knew it was a fake politeness and she despised it but she needed to keep her cool. 

"I'm a nurse practitioner at Gotham General Hospital" she replied smiling before she took a sip of her drink.

"Oh wow, that super, but I don't think I could do it myself. I think if I got vomited on I would vomit too" said another overly pretentious woman and she laughed slightly.

"Well I work on the wards so there isn't so much of that now, but I used to work in the emergency department. There it wasn't so much the vomit as the blood and guts" Scarlett said with a laugh but the others didn't seem to get her joke and looked at her strangely. Scarlett sighed and grabbed another flute of drink as the waiter passed and excused herself from the group.

The elevator doors opened and out stepped Rachel Dawes and Harvey Dent. Rachel spotted Scarlett almost instantly and headed over whispering a quick word in Dent's ear, before heading over to were Scarlett stood. Scarlett smiled happily at the brunette woman, though she had never really liked Rachel. It was just something about her, she didn't know what it was, she just didn't like her. They had met when they were young, Bruce introducing the pair when they were hardly teenagers. But before she had to force pleasantries with Rachel, everyone's attention was pulled away as a helicopter began to land on the helipad outside the penthouse.

Scarlett watched as Bruce climbed out the helicopter, before helping out three tall beautiful women, he walked over to the door with one under each arm and the third following behind, Alfred held the door for him.

"I'm sorry that I'm late. I'm glad to see that you all got started without me." Bruce called as the door was shut behind him and the girls under his arms dispersed into the crowd.

"Now, where is Harvey?" Bruce began making his way through the crowd.

"Where-?" Bruce spotted Harvey and made a beeline for him.

"Harvey Dent, the man of the hour," Bruce said holding his hands out towards Harvey.

"Where's Rachel Dawes?" he said looking at the crowd again before he spotted Rachel and Scarlett stood together.

"She is my oldest friend. Come here," he said motioning for Rachel to go to him, Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and gave Scarlett a look before she headed off to meet Bruce.

"You know when Rachel first told me she was dating Harvey Dent, I had one thing to say: "The guy from those God-awful campaign commercials?" "I believe in Harvey Dent." Yeah, nice slogan, Harvey." Bruce said the crowd around Scarlett laughed in chorus.

"But it caught Rachel's attention. And then I started to pay attention to Harvey … and all that he's been doing as our new DA. And you know what? I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe that on his watch Gotham can feel a little safer, a little more optimistic. Look at this face. This is the face of Gotham's bright future. To Harvey Dent. Let's hear it for him." Said Bruce and in unison, everyone began to clap.

After that Bruce dispersed into the crowd and Scarlett moved away, not allowing Rachel to catch her in conversation again. Nor did she have much interest in talking to Bruce, after all she knew she was here simply for numbers and politeness. Having met the Joker meant that Scarlett looked at certain things differently now, and her friendship with Bruce was defiantly one of those. Was he really her friend or did he just feel sorry for her because she had no one else. But she did now, she had someone who filled her life so perfectly that all other would naturally be pushed aside. 

Bruce's house was on the top of one of Gotham's highest buildings and she peered over the edge, through the enormous glass windows that surrounded three sides of Bruce's front room. For a moment she imagined throwing herself out the window and over the edge. The wind flying through her hair, before the ground came up to meet her and then there was nothing. Her beautiful thoughts were interrupted by a voice and Scarlett turned to the man leaning on the window beside her.

"I don't think we have met, I'm Marcus," said the man and Scarlett faked a smiled.

"Scarlett" she offered her name but not her hand.

"So how do you know Harvey then?" he said making small talk, inside her head she was imagining blowing his head off but her face told none of this as her sweet smile continued.

"I don't but I went to school with Bruce," she said and the man only nodded. After all that all it really was, they went to school together, there really was nothing else the pair had in common. 

"Wow from your accent I wouldn't have known you were educated here," he said and she simply shrugged her shoulders.

"So Australia?" he asked trying to guess her accent, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes or even worse and smiled laughed slightly.

"Not quite, England," she said a fake cheery smile on her face.

"Oh well they all sound the same to me," he said and Scarlett resisted the urge to kick him through the window.

"You are stunning you know that," he said trying to change the subject, this time Scarlett did roll her eyes.

"What?! You don't believe me, I bet half the men in here agree and the other half are gay," he said with a chuckle, she didn’t bother faking a smile this time.

"Look, I'm not really here to be flirted at, in fact, I supposed to be meeting someone here a bit later on" she admitted to him, but Marcus didn't seem that broken down.

"So you are dating this guy?" he said

"No" she replied, She wasn’t sure what she and Joker had. Was it more than friendship, it certain felt like more. 

"So, what's the problem then, we are only having fun," he said raising his eyebrows at her.

"Is that what you call it?" she asked sarcasm dripping from her words.

She couldn't wait for The Joker to get here, she knew she would have to keep up her act even then but at least then there would be some entertainment.

"So can I have your number?" asked Marcus, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Umm no," she said before she smiled kindly and wondered off past him

But she didn't get far when finally the night started getting good.

"We made it!" called an all to familiar voice.

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[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Alright, everyone, this is a personal post as much as it’s a public post so feel free to scroll all the way down to the  colored text for the public part of the message but if you, like me, enjoy drama, then continue on!

So, to make a very, very, very long story short for those who don’t know, I call my birth mother Mother Gothel due to her emotionally abusive upbringing of me that caused me to suffer from severe depression, anxiety, and even hair loss! A few years ago, back in 2016, my friend-turned-sister drove down with her mother, packed me and my bags up, and gave me a place to live and start over where I’ve been able to get jobs, go to school, and become much healthier than I used to be! 

During those years of growth and recovery, however, I kept in contact with Gothel through emails and the occasional phone call. Over the years, from the safety of being hundreds of miles away, I told her that I was gay and dating a girl. The resulting emails were not pleasant and she had no problems about calling my girlfriend a whore. Lovely, right? 

Every email she has sent me has contained detailed bible quotes and scripture and needles of guilt over everything I’m doing “wrong.” She’s still “so proud of me,” however. So at least there’s that, right? 

As of recently I emailed her and told her that I will be attending a four-year university in Tacoma Washington (moving away from Illinois) to continue my education. Her resulting email was lengthy. Here is some of it - cut for length.

Hi Michelle.

... 

You have to watch everything you say this day and time, at least that is what Jesus said in the Book of Matthew 5:37-- "Let your Yes be Yes, and let your No be No. Anything else is from the evil one." (anotherwords the devil will take your words you speak and trip and mess you up land you in jail or prison for 10 yrs)That would be really sad after you work so hard for an education and degrees then let him mess you up but read in John 10:10--the enemy comes to steal--kill--destroy--but Jesus said I have come so that you may have life and have it more abundantly.  That is why Jesus said in Proverbs 18:21" Life and death are in the power of the tongue"

...

I was telling Mom on the phone just this morning we talked for two hours-- that I was going to get a restaurant job here as soon as possible and let it move me out of here--I am moveing to Battle Creek or Marshall by Sept (labor day) and that I was sooo excited that I would finally get to see you, she said either her or Carl would drive me to [REDACTED] every now and then to see you. So Yes, I feel like a bomb was just dropped on me, my heart is broken, however I hope you will be happy and I wish you well in body and spirit-- I wish you nothing but the best. Just know one thing is for sure, I read my Bible and I will tell you right now, we are living in our last days you need to be concerned about where you are going to spend eternity. I just finished up reading the book of Matthew. In Matthew 21:25 The Heading Reads: "The Coming of the Son of Man" vs 25- And their will be signs in the Sun, the Moon, the Stars--mens hearts will fail them for fear and the expectation of those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. vs 27--THEN they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with Power and Great Glory. Now when these things begin to happen, look up and list up your heads, because your redemption draws near". Jesus said He would give us signs in the Heavens above and the earth beaneath. All of the earthquakes that have been happening for the last decade leading up to the Austrailian wildfires, and billions of animals died, God is giving us the signs, its just like He said in Matthew 24:36-44. 

Lastly, 1 Thessalonians 4 :13--But I do not want you to be ignorant brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God wil bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from Heaven With A SHOUT--with the voice of an archangel, and with the Trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rist first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord, Therefore Comfort one another with these words.

After the Rapture, then comes the tribulation. I have read Revelation many times and to say the least you don't want to be left behind.  In Heaven their will be 30 mins of silence that is when all Hell breaks loose down here. Just whatever you do, Do NOT take the mark of the beast if you do, then you will mark your soul for eternal damnation. Then you will hear the devil say----"Hello! Welcome to Hell!

I am saying all of this bcuz now you have a choice to live for God or for Satan. If something should happen to your body or God forbid but if someone tries to take your life or you get in an accident and your heart is not right with God--That is exactly how you will stand at the Judgement Bar. The minute you take your last breath in this body, you will be ushered into the presence of God then it is too late to make a decision there it is if the Angel does not find your name in the Book of Life, then the devil stands there waiting to escourt you to------Well lets just say---You Don't want to go there. But the Bible says you will answer for every deed done in the body good and bad.I know one thing, it can't be too much longer according to scripture. The greatest tool the enemy uses from his toolbox is that you have plenty of time--well I can say the devil is a liar cuz Jesus just says--Be Ready it is not up to us how long we get to stay down here, that is God's calling.Second Timothy 3----But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come. For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away! For of this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of truth. 

Sister, we are living in our last days, make every day that God gives you breath in your body count bcuz you don't know when it will be your last day. There is pleasure in sin for a season--Hebrews 11:24. Whatever you do, don't let the devil take your life and your soul, it is not worth it.

Love You So Much and want to make sure your soul doesn't go to H---.  I am praying that you will have a preacher as a husband.I miss you Michelle, I miss hugging you, I miss walking up those stairs to bring your meals to you I would LOVE to hug you just one more time. That may or may not happen before He Returns ony God knows this.Please write me back when you can, you are always on my heart and mind. I have made mistakes while we were all living at 2414, I am so very sorry I pray that you forgive me if I have offended you please forgive me, I thought I had it all together. But now I see, I was just messed up and made lots of wrong choices, but God came along with His Holy broom and cleaned up my mess and said to move on. I am so glad when He forgives our sins, He forgets never no more to be remembered. All I can say is ---Thank-you Jesus.

...

Love You Forever my dearest Daughter and Friend.

This is the average email from her and I’ve been told that it’s not normal to receive emails this long talking about how she’s ‘devastated’ by my choices and how the world is going to end in hellfire soon. Please allow me, however, to show the email she immediately sent after the above.

[T]acoma is Washington's most dangerous city, with a violent crime rate of 953 incidents per 100,000 residents. While this is a relatively high rate — the 96th worst in the country — the city's incidence of property crime stands out even more. ... Indeed, the city had the country's 15th highest property crime rate in 2016

The overall crime rate in Tacoma is 138% higher than the national average. For every 100,000 people, there are 16.81 daily crimes that occur in Tacoma. Tacoma is safer than 3% of the cities in the United States. In Tacoma you have a 1 in 17 chance of becoming a victim of any crime.

Have you done the research for this city?They said Tacoma is the most violent city in Washington,I love you and want you to be happy. There are sooo many universities with the same opportunities.

How would you get around, does your friend drive? I did see how beautiful the area is but you just have to be careful I guess everywhere you go. 

As you can see, she immediately invalidates my choice - something I was very truly wonderfully excited about - and sends me a message that triggers my anxiety. I should note that she did not allow me out of the house without her even when I was an adult and over 18. If I went somewhere she had to be there with me.

Ah, but now we come to today and the email that spurred this post to creation. The above emails were sent two days ago and I have yet to respond. The email below was sent just today. 

Hi Michelle.

While I cannot apologize for what I said, It was not my intention to offend you in any way. I just went to google and typed in most dangerous city in the state of Washington and Tacoma popped up, that is out of 100 cities in the state.Okay, I know you say you have been there and all and you are no match for all of the evil there. God forbid, should something happen to you--you would be just another name and another number to them there is no much evil there they can't control it, I say to you just watch on a daily basis all of the crime that goes on in that sin city.

You better be praying about this cuz I don't think God would want you to put yourself in harms way--make a wiser choice, and God will bless you for it.Look at what happened to kobe bryant incident.... they met a very bad situation face to face and of course their was no way they could turn that around. My whole point of conversation.....sure you can do what you want bcuz you are an adult grown woman, but I would strongly advise you to pray to God about it and make a wise choice here, your life and future depends on right choices you make now.

What about University of Michigan in Ann Arbor or East Lansing University, Michigan University Kalamazoo, they are on the ten universities in Michigan. You need to reconsider your decision and think about your resourses you can get more help from family  bcuz I have all kinds of family up there and I will be up there soon. You are no match for Tacoma Washington. I only say this bcuz you are my daughter and I don't want something really bad come out of this just bcuz you are trying to get an education behind you--this calls for wise decisions.

You may never speak to me again, but I just want to inform you that you need to be very very cautious here.

Love You Forever.

... 

“You may never speak to me again.” 

...

This is the last email I have read from her and it will remain the last email I will ever read from her. I also will not be sending her any emails ever again because you know what? 

Her scared, anxious daughter Michelle Jean Anderson died and I’m what’s left - and I’m sick of her shit. 

So, hello, everybody! My name is Andy Alex Anderson and my pronouns are he/him (or they/them if you panic and forget) and it’s a pleasure to meet you! 

#everafterupdates #everafterrambles #original #welp okay this is poste dit's on the internet forever now #haaaa #okay #long post

[random-witcher]

Roses and Comfort

Word count: 2414

A/N: Took me three weeks but I did it! Based off this post. It was fun to write, even if the words stopped working with me for a while there. It turns out the instrumental songs on the Witcher soundtrack are good to write to

Taglist: @chlotranya

“You wouldn’t happen to be the White Wolf and his Pup would you?” A voice called out to them as Geralt and Rose made their way to the market. Geralt made a face and turned to answer whoever had called out to them. 

A boy stood there, staring up at Geralt. “Mum says that there’s a Wolf that’ll help us if we pay him and the pup with him right, is ‘at you?” 

A woman caught sight of the boy and tugged him away from the two of them. The boy protested, trying to convince her that the Wolf was right there! See, his hair’s white and there’s his Pup! Nonetheless, the woman led him away. 

“What so you think that was about?” Rose asked as she and Geralt turned back to the market. 

Geralt simply made a face and led Roach forward. Rose stood and looked back at the woman and boy for a minute before moving to catch up. They put the encounter to the back of their minds for the time being, they had other things to worry about. Like selling Rose’s wares for enough coin to get her a new sleeping roll. Rose had taken to making tools and pendants from the bones of Geralt’s hunts while she waited for him to complete jobs and in the evenings before they turned in for the night. 

The tools sold better than the pendants but by the end of the day they were still short all the coin they needed.

“Is it just me, or are prices really high in this village?” 

“It’s not just you,” a nervous looking man spoke up from the other side of Geralt. “Please sir, we have a job for you, but it can’t be discussed here. Follow me and my family will make you dinner while we talk.” 

Geralt considered the man for a moment before choosing his reply. “Give us a place for the night and we’re all ears.” 

The man hesitated, glancing between the two of them. After a quick moment he nodded and walked away, gesturing for them to follow. They went, ending up at the man’s house. They met the family, and they turned out to be the boy and woman from earlier. Plus a little girl. Rose awkwardly stood by until the woman, Lana, brought her to help make dinner and entertain the children with stories while the man, Rennard, showed Geralt the barn where they’d be for the night. 

Dinner was an odd affair Rose decided. The adults were clearly nervous about something, and the children had picked up on it, but they were excited and clamoring to hear any stories they could wrangle out of Geralt. After the meal was finished and the children were sent to bed, the four of them went to the barn to talk about the job Rennard had told Geralt about in the market. 

It turned out there was a group of bandits who had settled down in the woods not too far outside the village. They cut off access to the lake where the village got most of their food and wares.

“Claimed there was a toll now,” Rennard explained. “Said we had to pay them if we wanted to get to the lake.”

Lana twisted her hands in her lap, “Most of us didn’t want any trouble so we did. Gathered up the coin, but there were some folk who tried to drive the bandits away.”

Rose sighed. There was always someone who thought they could take the fight. Geralt raised an eyebrow in his “and how did that turn out?” sort of way. 

Rennard scowled, bitterness clear in his voice when he answered, “It got the toll raised is what that did. We don’t have enough to pay them anymore, and we don’t have any hunters good enough to bring in all the food we’d need for the winter.” 

“Please sir,” Lana looked up at Geralt, “we know you don’t work for free, and we can’t pay in coin, but we can trade supplies.” 

“Can you trade a sleeping roll and new boots for her?” Geralt asked.

“Yes sir. New saddle bags and some thread as well.”

Geralt held a hand out for Rennard to shake, “It’s a deal then. I’ll start in the morning.” 

Rennard and Lana gushed thanks and left Geralt and Rose to get some sleep. Rose spent a good few minutes thinking about what she’d make next and which pieces to use for them. Then Geralt extinguishes the light and they fall to sleep.

The next morning dawned grey and sullen. Rose groaned and curled herself into a tighter ball under her blanket when Geralt shakes her awake. She grumpily emerges when he threatens to dump a bucket of water on her to wake her up, but the glare she sent him only made him laugh. 

“Just think,” he says when she complains about the weather, “you could be waiting out in the woods.” 

Rose growled and rolled up her blanket to throw at him. He ducked out of the barn before she could though, warning Lana of Rose’s extreme dislike of waking up and went on his way. Rose dug around in her bags, pulling breakfast out of one bag, dried fruit and some bread, and bone pieces out of the other. She also got her grinding rocks and set herself up in an out of the way spot. That was how she spent the day, working on her pieces while she waited for Geralt to get back. 

It was a quiet day. The hours until midday passed without Rose ever noticing beyond the fact that the greyness had gone and the sun was slowly creeping up to her spot. The children came to get her at lunch, saying their mama had told them to make sure she ate and stretched her legs.

“Come to the market with us!” The little girl exclaimed, tugging Rose’s hand. Rose laughed and went with them, letting herself be pulled along by the excited little girl. They led her around, introducing her to friends and other grown ups, no one noticing the man who sneered and slipped away when the boy loudly announced that she was here with the White Wolf. 

When they got back to the house the man was waiting with a group of others. It didn’t take much to figure out that they were some of the bandits who’d heard that Geralt had been hired to deal with them. They grabbed Rose before she could think much further than that and dragged her away. They held a blade to her throat when she proved unwilling to simply be dragged and bound her hands. 

“Behave, pup,” the man snarled at her, “it would be a shame if we had to mark your pretty little face.” 

Rose spit at him and he whipped his hand across her cheek, knocking her to the ground. 

“Little witch,” one of the men hauling her around snapped. “It’s a shame we need you alive for the Witcher.” 

Rose laughed breathlessly, “Oh you- you think holding me hostage will do anything other than ensure your own painful end? Oh you poor fools.” 

Rose was struck again, leaving her gasping for breath but still grinning. The men all growled and moved as though to hit her some more, but the village man snapped at them to hurry up and bring her to the base before the Witcher finds it. The men grumbled but obeyed, one of them tossing Rose over his shoulder to move faster. 

They’d barely gotten to their base before Geralt did, only having enough time to deliver Rose to the leader and tell her who she was when the sounds of fighting started. Rose glared up at the leader, wondering what he would do now that he had no time to plan on how to use her as a bargaining chip. He growled and pulled out a knife, one that Rose recognized as one she had sold at the market the day before. 

He pulled up by her hair and placed the blade at her throat, walking her forward, stopping when he picked a place he deemed good enough for waiting for Geralt. Rose clenched her fists to stop them from shaking and bit her lip. A flurry of emotions made her heart pound for the few longest moments of her life. 

Fear. Her hands were bound and a blade was at her throat. 

Anger. That blade was of her own making, how dare it be used for something like this? 

Worry. She knew Geralt was a more capable fighter drunk and half asleep than any of these bandits probably were, but that was the tricky thing about getting attached to someone, you always worry about them. 

Trust. She absolutely believed that Geralt would get her out of this. He’d saved her before, she knew he’d do it again. 

Something flew into their line of sight and landed with a wet splat that made Rose flinch. Geralt followed close after it, stopping when he caught sight of Rose. The bandit leader held the blade closer, drawing a bit of blood. Rose bit down harder to stop herself from whimpering. 

“So you’re the famous White Wolf huh?” Geralt didn’t grace him with an answer, but one wasn’t really needed anyway. “Put your blades down witcher, let’s have a chat, man to man like.” 

Geralt glared at him, “Let her go first.” 

“Hmm, no I don’t think I will. I’m not stupid enough to think you wouldn’t kill me the minute she was safely out of the way, now put your blades down.” 

The one second Geralt hesitated was enough for the bandit to press the blade harder against Rose’s throat. This time Rose did let out a whimper, a tear falling down her cheek. Geralt threw his swords away with a growl and held his hands away from his body. 

The bandit laughed. “I never thought it could be so easy to tame a witcher! Now-” 

Geralt cast Axii, lunging forward to pull Rose towards him as she shoved away from the bandit. The Axii didn’t last very long, only a few seconds. The bandit recovered just in time to try and grab Rose’s hair again and get blown away by Aard. He looked up to see Geralt had picked up his steel sword and was advancing towards him.

“N-now hold on a minute witcher, I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement! There’s plenty of coin here, you can take it and the wench and-” 

With one swing Geralt cut through the bandit’s neck, silencing him forever. Bending down, Geralt took the bone knife out of the bandit’s grip and wiped it off. 

Rose had sunk to her knees the moment the bandit had been knocked away from her, and now that it was over her tears began to fall in earnest. She didn’t really register that she was crying until Geralt knelt down in front of her, freeing her hands, and started wiping some of the tears away. Realizing she was crying only made her cry harder and she ducked her head. Hesitantly, Geralt put a hand on Rose’s back, rubbing gentle circles to help calm her down. Eventually Rose calmed down enough that they could go back to the village. Rose was fussed over by Lana, who sat her down with a mug of something warm and cleaned the cut on her neck. Thankfully it wasn’t very bad. 

Geralt went with Rennard to pick out the sleeping roll and boots for Rose, as well as some food that didn’t have to be hunted by the two of them. 

When he got back he found Rose in the barn, absentmindedly turning the knife over in her fingers. It wasn’t that she hadn’t known the possibility of her knives being used for something like this, it just, hadn’t ever occurred to her that they would be.

“Rose? Do you want to stay again tonight or move on?” 

“Move on,” Rose answered in a small voice.

“Will you stop making knives?” Geralt asked, packing up their things into the new saddle bags and saddling Roach.

Rose was silent for a long moment. “No,” she finally answered, “they sell well and it’s not like anything would have turned out differently if I hadn’t made knives.” 

Geralt hummed his acknowledgement and plopped the new boots down in front of her, taking the knife. “Try those on.”

They were a good fit, and the soles looked to be made of tougher stuff than the last pair had been. Rose managed a small smile and stood up. Geralt offered the knife back, nodding when she pocketed it carefully. 

Geralt gathered Roach’s reigns and led the way out of the barn, pausing outside to lift Rose up onto Roach and swinging up behind her. Rose stiffened for a moment, she hadn’t been allowed up on Roach very often, relaxing when Geralt’s arms came around to hold the reigns and keep her steady. She waved goodbye to the children when she saw them in front of their house. 

The rest of the day passed in silence, both of them lost in their minds. Rose spent much of the ride twisting her hair and pulling at loose threads in her clothes. When Gerald noticed what she was doing, he placed a hand over hers, smoothing his thumb across her skin.

When the sun was low on the horizon and they’d found a place to make camp, Geralt pulled his hand away and dismounted. Rose helped unload Roach and set up, gathering fuel for a fire and setting up her stones. More out of force of habit than any actual intent to use them. 

Somehow Rose ended up leaning back against Geralt’s side, twisting the end of her braid. Geralt sighed, pulling Rose to his front so her back was to his chest. It startled Rose a bit, but he was so warm. And he started rocking them back and forth, offering his hands and letting Rose play with his fingers. Eventually Rose simply held his hands and leaned her head back against Geralt’s shoulder, eyelids drooping. 

“Sleep Rose. I’ll keep watch.” 

Rose hummed a token protest, she should at least get into her new sleeping roll, but Geralt’s solid warmth and gentle rocking held her in place. Minutes later she was asleep, safe and comfortable in Geralt’s arms.

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[7-wonders]

Shatter pt. 5

Summary: The mysterious Langdon makes his intentions clear, causing panic to ripple throughout the residents of Outpost 3. Interviews are to be conducted, and you’re planning on turning the interviewer into the interviewee in order to figure out if he’s a missing link to your past.

Word Count: 2414

A/N: Hello my dudes, thank you for putting up with me. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter; as always, feedback is appreciated and my inbox is always open if you need to chat! And now, without further ado, let us esketit. 

Read Part One HERE | Read Part Two HERE | Read Part Three HERE | Read Part Four HERE

When Langdon’s eyes meet yours, you’re expecting them to widen in recognition. Surely this man, whom your subconscious recognized at once, would be sure to have some sort of reaction to seeing you? You can barely hide your disappointment when he looks away just as quickly as he looked at you.

“I won’t sugarcoat the situation: humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” His voice lilts, smirking at the fear on everyone’s faces. He continues on, talking about the other compounds being overrun.

“Well, what happened to the people inside?” Timothy asks from beside you. Langdon takes his time focusing his attention on Timothy, who cowers in his seat.

“Massacred.” He says nonchalantly, almost as if he was asked what team won the Super Bowl. “The same fate that will befall almost all of you.”

“Almost all?” You don’t realize you’re the one that asked this until Langdon looks at you. His eyes twinkle, exactly the same way that the eyes in your dreams do whenever you say something he finds amusing.

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe-The Sanctuary.”

“The Sanctuary?” Coco retorts, rolling her eyes.

“The Sanctuary is unique. It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun.”

“Excuse me, sir, what measures? Why weren’t we given them?” Ms. Mead asks.

“That’s classified.” He says sharply, holding up a hand dismissively. “All that matters is that The Sanctuary will...survive, so the people populating it will survive, so humanity will survive.”

“Who are the people who are populating it?” Andre takes a break from his leering to ask.

“Also classified.” Langdon rolls his eyes before glaring at Andre. Langdon elaborates on the reason why he was sent to the Outpost: to conduct a series of interviews that will determine who is ‘worthy’ of making their way to The Sanctuary and who isn’t.

“What is this, The Hunger Games? This is bullshit. I paid my way in here, and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing.” Coco argues, and you can see from her expression that she thinks she’s so clever with her ‘comeback.’

“You don’t have to sit for questioning.” You stifle a chuckle at just how annoyed Langdon looks.

“What happens if we choose not to?” Andre asks.

“Then you say here and die.” Everyone’s silent for a moment, digesting the information that Langdon’s just provided.

“I volunteer to go first.” Gallant speaks up, raising his hand eagerly. You look at him from across the room in confusion, and he shrugs at you.

“While I admire your willingness to get your Cooperation over with, I have already determined the order in which I shall conduct the interviews.” Everybody waits, ready to hear the order in which your fates will be decided. Instead, he pulls out a bottle of pills, which he then explains can be used by those who don’t make the cut so they can die peacefully instead of being eaten alive by cannibals.

“I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.” He makes eye contact with you once again, only looking away to make his departure. The spell of silence placed upon the room is suddenly broken with the closing of the doors behind Langdon, and everybody breaks out into excited chatter.

Like every conversation involving multiple Outpost residents, it eventually turns into an argument, but you can’t stop thinking about the mystery that surrounds Langdon.

Who is he? Why does something in you seem to know him? Does he know you, too? The sound of Ms. Venable’s cane hitting the floor is the wordless command that curfew’s coming up, and Timothy drags you up with he and Emily so you don’t get in trouble.

“Are you okay? You were spaced out there for a while.” He remarks.

“Yeah, I was just...thinking.”

“About your interview? Yeah, I’m pretty nervous too.” Emily smiles. You’re not nervous about the interview; in fact, you had forgotten about it completely, but you nod gratefully.

“It’ll all be okay, I’m sure. See you guys tomorrow?” From the way they’re both looking at each other, you can only assume that tonight is reserved for their one kiss of the week. You break away from the group when you see the platinum-blond head of your best friend a few feet away, already heading towards his room.

“Gal!” He turns around to look at you, purple-tinted sunglasses sliding down his nose. He grabs your hand, and you immediately know where you’re going.

There’s a secret hallways that only the Grays know about, and about a month into your stay Mallory showed you where it was so that you could hang out with her. As ‘assistants’ in the old world, you two had become rather close in the short amount of time that you each had your jobs. Since Grays were typically not permitted to speak to Purples, the only way you could see her without having to ask her to fetch you something is in secret. Gallant had eventually caught you going to meet Mallory, and the two of you decided to make this hallway your rendezvous spot as well. Although you get to see Gallant much more than Mallory, there’s still some things that can only be talked about when you’re absolutely sure that there’s no one listening.

“Okay, Langdon?” You throw out, settling on the cool cement ground next to Gallant.

“I know! Total hottie, right? I was getting serious gay-vibes off of him, too!” That’s not what you were planning on talking about, but leave it to Gal to use his ‘gaydar’ on everyone and everything.

“No, not that.”

“You didn’t think he was the finest piece of ass you’ve seen in the eighteen months we’ve been stuck down here?” He says in disbelief, clutching your arm as if hearing that hurts his very soul.

“No! I mean, yeah he’s kind of attractive, but that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Alright, spill the tea then.” He removes his sunglasses, fiddling with them before placing them on the outside of his shirt.

“You’re going to think that I’ve gone crazy, but just hear me out. I think...Langdon’s the man in my dreams.”

“Honey, he’s the man of all of our dreams.” You were expecting him to sigh, call you delusional or tell you that these dreams are getting to you more than he thought they were. He obviously has forgotten about the dreams that you’ve had nearly every night for almost three years, so wrapped up in his infatuation for the newest temporary resident.

“Gallant. I mean, he’s the guy I’ve been seeing in my dreams for as long as you’ve known me.” His face grows serious, but you’re just glad you’ve finally gotten through to him.

“Oh shit.” You giggle, rolling your eyes and playfully pushing him.

“Is that all you have to say about this?”

“Do you think it’s seriously him? How do you know?”

“His eyes. He looked kind of familiar before that, but when he looked at me I just...I’ve seen those eyes before. Those are the ones I see every night, I’m sure of it.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?”

You shrug. “Ask him, I guess?”

Gallant snorts. “‘Hey there, did you happen to know me before I lost all my memories?’” You laugh at his impression of you, his voice going up way farther than your own.

“Maybe not that outright, but I’ll have to mention it! If he knew me back then, maybe something he says can help me remember who I was before you found me.”

“Go for it, then. Really, what do you have to lose at this point?”

“(Y/N)!” A voice hisses, and you both startle at the unexpected intruder. Thankfully, it’s only Mallory, who looks just as scared as you feel right now. “Langdon wants to see you for your interview, Venable sent me to come and get you.”

You look at Gallant with wide eyes, but he returns it with an excited glint in his eyes. “Oh my God, now’s your chance! You’ve got this, you’re gonna kill that interview.”

“I wish he would have just let you go first.” You complain, standing up from your position on the floor.

“Oh, I’d much rather prefer it to be this way. The drama! The intrigue! I live for this shit!” After noticing the terrified look on your face, he pulls you into a hug. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. It’s just an interview, that’s all. And if he ends up not knowing you, just tell him that it was an honest mistake.”

“(Y/N).” Mallory calls from behind you. Gallant nods and gives you a thumbs up before you disappear around the corner with the Gray.

You follow her in silence, not wanting to get her in trouble like the first time Venable caught you talking to her when she was supposed to be working. She pulls open the large doors to the office that once belonged to Ms. Venable, and you step inside. The doors close before you can get the chance to thank her, leaving you alone in the office with Langdon.

The man in question is already seated at the desk, looking over a manilla file filled with information that you presume is about you. He only glances up for a moment, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand. Taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk, you wait for him to speak. Instead, he just stares at you, and you smile nervously back at him. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking into your very soul, and you find yourself glancing around the room in a desperate attempt to not feel his eyes on you anymore.

“I won’t be telling you the criteria I’m using to grade you. Things you may feel are helpful may be hurtful, things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I’m looking for. If you hedge, I will know. If you lie, I will know. And if you try to trick me, I will know, and this interview will be over. Are we clear?” He doesn’t raise his voice once, but that somehow makes it even more terrifying than it already is.

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.” You nod.

“Your file seems to be very...incomplete.” He starts, leaning back in his chair and looking at you. “Why?”

“I don’t know who I am, really. About three years ago, I woke up in an apartment that I didn’t recognize, with no memory of anything prior to that except for my name and the name of a friend.”

“Mr...Gallant.” He says with disdain.

“Yes. He took me in, gave me a job, basically helped me with anything and everything.”

“And you still don’t remember anything about your life prior to waking up in that apartment?”

“No. I’ve tried everything. Hypnotherapy, holistic remedies, just staring at a wall hoping I can remember something. None of it’s worked.” Your eyes track him as he stands from his chair, moving to sit on the desk so he can be closer to you.

“Tell me about your dreams.”

“My what?”

“Your dreams, the ones that you’ve been having consistently since you can remember?”

“H-how do you know about that?” He only smirks, tilting his head towards you.

“Answer the question, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“Well, there’s three or so that are recurring, and then one major one that I usually have every night. Sometimes it’s these women, all dressed in black. I can’t see their faces, but I’m not scared of them; in fact, it feels like they might have been my family? There’s another one where I’m in a swamp, and so that leads me to believe I spent a lot of time in Louisiana. The other one is...scarier. I don’t ever actually see anything in that one, it’s all just blurry, but someone’s shooting a gun. People are screaming and crying, and I think I was hiding somewhere? I can’t be sure though.”

“And what about the last dream?” You blush, looking down at your hands instead of at Langdon’s face.

“It’s stupid.”

“All information may be pertinent to my final decision, regardless of whether you think it’s stupid or not.”

“Well...there’s a man. He has these beautiful blond curls, and we’re always touching each other in these dreams. Not like, in a sexual way, but we’re usually holding hands. I’ve never seen his face before, but sometimes I can just see a flash of his eyes. They’re shockingly blue, and the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Langdon stares at you for a long moment, and you flinch when his hand comes up to cup your face. The cool metal of his rings bites at your skin, and he grips your jaw to make you look up at him.

“Tell me who you are.” His voice is just barely above a whisper, and you find yourself straining to hear what he says.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Somewhere, deep inside that pretty little head of yours, your true identity is just itching to reveal itself.”

“I want to leave.”

“Not until you remember who you are.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried?” Your anger is only rising at this man, who acts like he knows everything when he truly knows nothing. You shouldn’t lash out, since it could very well spell the end for you, but you’re too pissed off to care right now. “What, do you know who I am, Langdon? Did you meet me before I lost my memory?”

He smirks at you, moving his face closer to yours. The atmosphere is tense, and some time passes before he speaks again.

“It’s getting late. We’ll continue this interview tomorrow.” The doors open without anybody behind them, and Langdon gracefully gets off of the desk, sitting back down in his seat like nothing happened.

You shakily stand up, making your way to the door quickly so that he doesn’t call you back in. The doors start to close again after you’ve exited, and you take a chance and look behind your shoulder. Langdon’s still staring at you, those damn blue eyes illuminated by the light of the fire. He definitely knows something, you think, and I’m going to find out what it is.

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[ao3feed-jaytim]

Big Bro, Little Bro.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35mhCNM

by AkiraCassidy

When Talia dies, her sons Damian and Jason are sent to their father. Who against all the wishes of his late wife forces them to become Talons and continue their path in crime. Along with this, Dick plans to kill Olwman to take his place and take the youngest of his brothers as his wife. Tim drags Jason into an unhealthy relationship to get them further out of God's way.

Words: 2414, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Earth-3, Sibling Incest, Pseudo-Incest, Anal Sex, Sexual Violence, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Jason Todd is a Talon, Tim Drake is a Talon, Damian Wayne is a Talon, Underage Sex, Dubious Consent, Grooming, Humiliation, Violent Sex, tim is a bitch, Protective Jason, Jason Todd is a cinnamon roll, i need to protect him, Dick is a bastard, Bottom Damian Wayne, Bottom Tim Drake, Let me say this: i really sorry about this

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35mhCNM

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[dragunjk]

ella y yo | jhs

→ synopsis ; love is never as sudden as romeo and juliet, nor as exciting and dangerous as bonnie and clyde. it's simply a distraction, and in y/n’s case, tragic in every form.

→ word count ; 2414

→ genre ; partners in crime!au | fluff | angst

→ pairing ; hitman!hoseok x mafia boss daughter!y/n

→ warnings ; major character death, murder, mentioned suicide, gory depictions of death, etc.

part one of 'incógnita', a five part series

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“One caramel macchiato, please.”

His smile was charming, heart shaped and bright as he ordered his coffee. Punching in the order, the cashier was clumsy, taking off half of his order as she was flustered by his presence. “I-I’m sorry sir what was your name?” The poor teenager stuttered, not used to such handsome men during her shift.

“Hoseok. H-O-S-E-O-K.” He thumbed through his wallet, offering her a ten dollar bill with a slight smile on his face. Fumbling with the change, a huff escaped the young girl's lips and he chuckled slightly. “Don't worry about it sweetheart, keep the change.” Hoseok waved his hand, and she smiled in thanks as he went to take a seat in a booth by the door.

His fingers adorned with silver rings tapped rhythmically on the wooden table top, Hoseok not being used to such a homey setting for his meetups. It took no less than five minutes for his coffee to be ready, and another ten for another figure to step into the coffee shop.

The woman carried herself with grace, ordering coffee with a sweet voice and a sweeter smile. Hoseok figured he was going to be waiting a little while for the right person to walk in, so he sat back, occupying himself on his phone. “Thank you-” He heard, before someone slid into the seat across from him, and he looked up, meeting the eyes of the woman with the pretty voice.

“I hope I haven't kept you waiting long. Hoseok, was it?” She asked, and he nodded, surprised at her appearance. “Y/n, it's nice to meet you.” She smiled, holding out her hand adorned in pretty pink acrylics. Hoseok smiled back, shaking her hand before gesturing to the place around them.

“Usually I don't make deals with such gorgeous woman in such tranquil places.” Hoseok hummed, sitting back as he ran a hand through his dark hair. Y/n cocked her head, fingertip tracing along the edge of her coffee mug.

“Usually hitmen I deal with aren't as good looking as you. Clearly we're both out of our element.” Y/n responded quietly, before taking a sip of her coffee. Hoseok raised his eyebrows, intrigued at her response.

“You’ve done this before?”

“Oh, several times.” Y/n waved her hand. “My father doesn't like it when I do, but if I used some of his men they’ll know it was them.” She chuckled at Hoseok’s confused face. “My dad is the head of Culebra, I’m his only daughter so he likes keeping me safe but I think I have enough money to handle it.” Y/n spoke softly, almost unheard over the soft music playing.

Hoseok sat forward, lacing his fingers around his cup. “Now what would the daughter of a mafia boss want to do with me?” His voice was low, yet playful, a smirk spreading on his face as she reached for his hand, lacing their fingers.

“Careful, they're watching.” She hummed, smiling at him endearingly. Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, Hoseok saw the young cashier staring in their direction, clearly intrigued about the relationship between the two strangers. Hoseok squeezed her hand, signaling that he understood.

“How'd you find out about me?” Hoseok asked, keeping the questions on the safe side.

“Yoongi told me about you. Said you guys were good friends, you go out for drinks sometimes.” She spoke, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. “He also said that you were the best at what you do, and in the seven years I've known him, Yoongi has never lied to me.” Y/n finished.

Hoseok cocked his head, sipping from his coffee. “And what is it you’d like me to do, Miss L/n.” He hummed cheekily, glad the daughter of the head of the biggest mafia was looking for his help. Y/n let go of his hand, pulling a manila folder from her purse. She placed it in front of him, and Hoseok flipped it open.

Name : Sang Sae-Eun

Occupation : Son of the CEO Sang Hi-Eun

Residence : 125 Dayin Road

Hoseok looked up, cocking an eyebrow. “Sae Sang? Isn't he really rich and powerful?” He asked, and Y/n rolled her eyes.

“A powerful pain in my ass, yes. He’s my ex who figured out who I am, and he threatens to sell me out to the police, to lock me in a basement and do ‘unspeakable’ things to me if I don't take his hand in marriage by April.” Y/n sighed, and yawned almost as if she was bored. Hoseok chuckled slightly.

“And you want him dead.” Hoseok whispered, and Y/n nodded.

“That would be preferred, yes.” She hums, and smiles as Hoseok pulls the file closer to him, studying the profile. “I’ll pay you a generous amount afterwards if you can make it look self inflicted.” Y/n added, and Hoseok smirked as he looked up at her.

“Sunshine, I can make it look like an accident if I wanted to.” He spoke cockily, and Y/n raised her eyebrows, impressed at his confidence.

“Keep your money where your mouth is, Jung.” Y/n promptly rose from her seat, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “I’ll be contacting you soon. It’ll be a pleasure working with you, Hoseok.” She smiled sweetly, and Hoseok took her hand in his own, kissing the back of it softly.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Y/n.” Hoseok winks, and he's sure he saw her blush, before she scoffs and pulls her hand away. With one last glance, Y/n left the simple coffee shop, leaving Hoseok with another person to kill, a manila folder with information, and a heart stirred to beat a little quicker than it usually does.

-

“Have you talked to him?”

Y/n glanced up from the information on her father’s desk, her eyes meeting with a pair of dark ones, Yoongi. His hands were busy cleaning his guns, pieces placed according to which gun owned them. “Yes, I spoke to him. He's pretty charming, I can see why he's a good hitman.” She responded, and Yoongi cocked his eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face.

“Charming, huh? I didn't see you as the type to be attracted to the game.” Yoongi chuckled, putting his AK-47 back together. Y/n scoffed, shutting the folders before her and folding her hands. She watched as he pieced it together with precision, eyes never leaving the weapon.

“I grew up attracted to the game. Had a pretty strong crush on you for a while, Min.” Y/n shrugged, leaning back and she cocked her head, amused at his smirk. “You learn quick that associating with anyone in the same mafia as you is pretty dangerous.” Y/n ducked her head, and Yoongi audibly winced.

It grew silent, the wound of that night clearly not healed yet. Two years is not enough time to get over such a disastrous night, but acting like they're over it is enough. “Nobody expected the 95’ line to die that night, Y/n. Not even your father. You can't keep blaming yourself for something that was never your fault.” Yoongi spoke, voice dangerously low.

“We can't ignore how naïve I was to make them realize their feelings for each other.” Y/n laughed sadly, crossing her arms. “Almost a thousand bullets exchanged, and Jimin’s dead with his throat slit wide open, Taehyung dead by his own bullet through his head.” She gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles lighter than usual.

“Y/n-” Yoongi muttered, putting down his assault rifle and grasping her wrists, pulling her up and pinning her wrists to his chest. “-that wasn't your fault. What happened, happened. We can't change it.” He spoke softly, and she nodded, relaxing in his touch. “Now, Hoseok. Has he contacted you yet?” Yoongi asked, letting go of Y/n. She shook her head, beginning to speak but her phone rang.

“Speak of the Devil.” Y/n hummed, and Yoongi chuckled, going back to putting his weapons back together. “Hoseok, what a pleasure to be hearing your voice again.” She spoke sweetly after answering the call. A hum was heard on the other end of the line.

“It's good to hear that pretty voice again, sunshine.” Hoseok purred, and Yoongi raised his eyebrows, visibly seeing Y/n fluster. “Now, I believe a certain beauty asked me to take someone out for her. Do you have a tv around you somewhere?” He asked, and Y/n hummed in response, turning the tv on and flipping through the channels.

“-can't believe he'd take his life so easy, Sae Sang has everything anyone could’ve wanted-”

“-recent news, twenty-four year old Sang Sae-Eun has been found dead in his apartment in an apparent overdose suicide.”

Y/n hummed, pleased, shutting the tv off. “Figured I’d make it so all the hard drugs he took was the cause of his demise. Smart, right?” Hoseok spoke through the phone, and she chuckled softly.

“Very. Usually hitmen aren't this observant.” Y/n complimented, and Yoongi chuckled, setting his gun down.

“Hoseok was never the ‘usual’ anything.” Yoongi laughed, listening to his friend curse loudly over the other end of the phone. Shaking her head, amused, Y/n pressed the phone to her ear, grabbing the laptop off of her father’s desk.

“So, what's the exchange. 500k?” Y/n asked, beginning to transfer money to Hoseok’s account.

“Whoa, whoa. Half a million for an easy job? I don't think so, sweetheart.” Hoseok hummed, and Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, confused. “How about let's knock it down to 100k, and the rest of my reward can be seeing you a little more.” He proposed, and Y/n laughed, shaking her head.

“How about 250k and you have an invite to my father’s ball coming up.”

“Deal.”

-

“Miss L/n, isn't that a little too much skin?”

Jungkook, the youngest out of all of her father’s recruits, squeaked playfully, shielding his eyes childishly. Rolling her eyes in amusement, Y/n took it upon herself to straighten his tie, smoothing his shirt over his chest. “Let's not pretend you’ve never taken multiple girls home at once, Ggukie.” She responded, and Seokjin, her father’s right hand man, laughed behind her.

“None as pretty as you, Y/n.” Jungkook winked, and Y/n was quick to pinch and tug on his ear, earning a sharp cry from his lips. “Okay! Okay I was kidding- Noona please-” Jungkook plead, and Y/n smiled, letting go of his ear which was now a nice, bright red.

“None of your flirty mouth tonight, Jeon. This ball is important, my father’s making alliances with Vieques and Naguabo.” Y/n hummed, smoothing the gold silk down over her figure. “He wants me to make sure you're all presentable, and all reasonably sober if anything bad is to go down tonight. Are we clear?” Y/n asked aloud, and a chorus of ‘yes ma’am’ sounded around the large room.

Not too long after, guests from both mafias began filling the large hall, music was loud and creating a good atmosphere. Her father was somewhere off in a different room, with another man and a woman, discussing the alliance in hushed tones. Stood on the balcony, Y/n watched as the party was in full swing, wine running out faster than it was distributed.

Familiar faces conversed, Jungkook surrounded by a hoard of women while Seokjin spoke to Vieques’ right hand, a man by the name of Kim Namjoon. “Hey-” Yoongi spoke, offering a glass of red wine to Y/n. Taking it, she smiled as he stood beside her, a glass of whiskey in his hand. “-seems like everything’s going well, don't you think?” He asked, taking a swig of the bitter alcohol.

“What I think is that Jungkook is in way over his head.” Y/n nodded in the young male’s direction, and Yoongi laughed, watching him dance with five women from Naguabo’s mafia. “Overall, I believe it’ll go well. There are three very powerful mafia’s here, my father isn't stupid.” Y/n finished, sipping on her wine.

“It could go two ways.” A familiar voice spoke, and Y/n turned, meeting Hoseok who was adorned in a deep red suit. “Either it goes completely well, or someone who's completely wasted let’s off their rounds and turn this place into a massacre.” He hummed, standing on Y/n’s other side. Yoongi smirked, raising his glass in greeting to his old friend.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Yoongi speaks, before going towards a few men calling his name. Y/n hums, sipping from her wine once more, before acknowledging Hoseok’s presence.

“I was beginning to think you stood me up.” Y/n spoke, and Hoseok scoffed, leaning against the balcony.

“Do I look stupid enough to stand up one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever met?” Hoseok asked, and Y/n laughed, placing her empty wine glass on the platter of a waiter who walked by. “I'm not going to lose you that easily, sunshine.” He spoke lowly, and a familiar song started up.

Hoseok held his hand out, and Y/n laughed again, hand on her chest. “I haven't danced at one of these in five years.” She commented, taking Hoseok’s hand gingerly. He hummed, leading her down the stairs.

“That's a shame. I’m a good dancer though, we’ll be perfectly fine.” He spoke cockily, leading her to the center of the dance floor. Y/n shook her head, a soft smile on her face as he turned to face her. Her hand found his own, the other resting on his shoulder, as his left hand rested at the small of her back.

“Like I’d forget.” Y/n hummed, picking up the familiar rhythm her mother taught her how to dance so many years ago. The pair moved fluidly, bodies pressed against one another as the song played, and it seemed as they were the only two there, others moving out of their way to allow them access to the whole dance floor.

Hoseok smiled, charming and bright as Y/n laughed in his arms as he spun her around, and pulled her back, swaying them together, her back against his chest as he sang along to the song in her ear. Y/n smiled, closing her eyes in bliss.

Of course, Y/n’s happiness is temporary, as gunshots rang from the room above.

-

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#bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts preferences #jung hoseok au #min yoongi au #jung hoseok x poc #min yoongi x poc #incógnita au #part one : ella y yo #tw : death #tw : suicide #myg #jhs

[deanssweetheart23]

Holding On (And Letting Go)

Title: Holding On (And Letting Go)

Summary: When a hunt goes terribly wrong, Dean is left to deal with the consequences. 

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Claire Novak, Sam Winchester and Jody Mills (both mentioned)

Word count: 2414 (this is what happens every time I tell you I’ll drabble for your challenges, Jess)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Language. Allusions to violence and mentions of blood, hospitals and death (nothing graphic).

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @trexrambling‘s Hunter Celebration (from a very, very long time ago). My dearest Jess, thank you so much for letting me participate and being so patient with me. Life got crazy, but I’m glad I could do this and hope it’s worth the wait. 

As always, I want to thank my twin @ravengirl94 because she’s the best sounding board/writing guru ever and she’s been an incredible support to me these past 2 weeks, even when I was being quite difficult. Twin, you’re the best.

My prompt for this was “Claire, Arachne, Bear spray”. Gif’s not mine. x

Without further ado. Enjoy <3

You should have known this was a bad idea.

After all the years you’d spent arguing with the Winchesters about them being pointlessly reckless, after all the times you’d seen them die in mind-blowing ways –yes, you were still not over Dean’s death by tacos, you should have known that hunting with a rebellious teenager as your only back-up while you were still recovering from a nasty flu, was a godawful idea.

And yet, when Claire called to ask for your help tracking down an Arachne and begged you not to tell the Winchesters because Jody would tear her a new one if she knew she’d been hunting on her own, you agreed, without even stopping to think that you were making the wrong choice.

If only you had known how all of this would end…

“Y/N?” Claire bawled as she turned to look at you, hands never leaving the steering wheel. “You doing okay back there?”

“Yup. Just peachy.” You rasped out, fingers pressed tightly against your open wound. “Might –oh, shit- might pass out though.”

Claire shook her head, panic and guilt clothing her features as she drove onwards, white-knuckled.

“God, Y/N, don’t do that. I can’t –shit, I don’t know what to do. I’m so-”

“Hey,” you breathed out through gritted teeth. In and out. “It’ll be okay.”

She opened her mouth to say something in response, but quickly regretted it, nodded and pressed her foot harder on the accelerator, facing away from you.

So, you bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and tried to blink away the tears that were brimming in your eyes, because, Jesus, you really didn’t want to die like that.

Granted, you knew you were going to die at some point –you were a hunter, after all. But, selfishly enough, you’d always imagined your death would actually mean something, always imagined that the brothers would be there with, that Dean would be there with you.

Dean.

You really didn’t want to die without seeing Dean one last time.

There were things you wanted to tell him, things you’d kept bottled up for years and were now trying to make their way into the cool night air but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t there to reach out for you, smooth a hand over your face and yell at you not to dare check out on him. He wasn’t there to beg you to stay with him, to give him a chance, to give both of you a chance.

It was funny, really. Just a few days ago, he was worried because of a stupid fever and now you were bleeding crimson into the upholstery of a car and he wasn’t there.

“Y/N?” Claire implored. “Y/N, talk to me.”

You didn’t speak.

You weren’t sure you could, tongue a dead weight in your mouth.

Instead, you let your mind drift to that night not too long ago, when you’d fallen asleep on the couch after watching a movie and Dean had covered you with a blanket, mumbling something that sounded awfully like Can’t believe how cute you are when you’re asleep, kid under his breath.

In and out.

The pain in your side was throbbing now, something cold crawling up your spine, seeping into your very bones, sharp and raw.

Maybe if you could just-

“Hey, no.” Claire barked from the driver’s seat. “Y/N, you got to stay awake.”

Dean’s smile flashed before your eyes, warm and rich like hot chocolate.

You’d always liked his smile.

It was pure and genuine, the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

It was the kind of smile that reminded you there was still some goodness in this messed-up world.

“C’mon, Bubbly, keep your eyes open. I know you can.”

“M’ cold.”

You wished Dean was there to hold you.

He was always so warm, solid muscles and sharp edges caressing your skin like sunshine.

Your personal heater, you used to call him.

“Y/N, please. We’re almost there.”

You couldn’t be sure, but you thought she was crying now.

“Tell Dean,” you coughed, pain clawing your sides, “that I kicked,” you gasped for air, “k-kicked that bitch’s ass.”

And then everything turned dark.

Dean hated hospitals.

He always had, ever since he was a little kid and had to drive his brother to the clinic on the handlebars of his bike because he’d thought he was a superhero and jumped off the shed before anyone could stop him.

As the years went by, and Dean had to spent hours of his life under those horrible fluorescent lights, while people he cared about, people he loved, were fighting for their lives in rooms closeby, hospitals became a place of despair and loss for him, one of those constant reminders that no matter how hard he tried, he really couldn’t save everyone.

And still, he couldn’t accept that.

Not when he was sitting on one of those stiff hospital chairs, Y/N’s body almost lifeless on the bed next to him.

No. He couldn’t do this.

He couldn’t attend another friend’s funeral.

He couldn’t lose her, couldn’t watch her fade, knowing it was his own damn fault. 

He should have known she was up to something after she’d spent the entire morning acting weird, but he was too busy ogling her to notice.

He should have followed her.

He should have been the one tossed across the room, the one sliced open.

He should have been the one fighting for his life.

But he wasn’t. And Dean hated himself for that.

Letting out a deep sigh, he dragged his chair closer to Y/N’s bed and thumbed her cheek gently, heart clenching at the sight of her.

Covered in cuts and bruises, with dry and cracked lips and an IV that seemed to suck all the life out of her, she was nothing like the Y/N he knew.

She wasn’t the Y/N that laughed out loud at his most inappropriate jokes and had tried to cut Sam’s hair while the youngest Winchester was asleep just because he’d dared her to. She wasn’t the Y/N that could drink him under the table and hand him his ass in a fight if needed, the one that let him sleep in her bed whenever the nightmares became too much and made sure there was a cup of coffee left for him every morning. 

No. That Y/N was torn apart and in her place, there was just a girl, all flesh and bones, wires and breathing tubes, stripped off her brightness and her bravado and that killed him.

“Doc says you’re doing good, sweetheart.” he said. It came out scraped and wrecked and desperate, so very desperate, but he didn’t care. “Your MRI came back clean and they took you off the ventilator yesterday. One of the nurses, she said you’re the bravest patient she’s seen in a while.”

His eyes darted around the room before settling on the monitor next to her again.

He reached for her hand, small and fragile in his.

“So. Here’s the deal.” Ragged breath. “I can’t… I can’t lose you. Can you be a stubborn pain in the ass sometimes? God yes. And you got terrible taste in pretty much everything. I mean, you like cupcakes more than you like pie and listen to Sinatra instead of Zeppelin and, honestly, I’m still not over that one time you let a puppy inside Baby.”

He chuckled at the memory, broken and brittle, and bit on his bottom lip, squeezing his hand in hers.

“But you’re also – Sammy says you’re like sunshine, you know? You walk into a room and you just… light it up.” A small smile flickered across his face, sadness and fear tugging at its corners.

“And you’re… God, you’re family. You’re the one person that hasn’t left me and I can’t,” he shook his head, eyes turning dark and misty “I can’t do this without you.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “Don’t make me do this without you, baby.”

Green eyes filled with heartache.

The sound of the heart monitor beeping quickly.

“Thought you didn’t do chick-flick moments, D.”

It came out thick and groggy like gravel, more scratches of sound than actual words, but it was so uniquely and perfectly Y/N that it had his eyes flickering over her face in milliseconds, heart leapt up his throat.

She was seemingly still asleep but there was a half-smirk at the corners of her lips that hadn’t been there before.

He balled his free hand into a fist, trying hard not to break into tears as he silently thanked the absent God that had, for once, listened to his prayers.

“Only for you, kid.” He smiled, a genuine smile full of heartache and relief.

She opened her eyes.

“Hi there.” She rasped out and tried to sit up, wincing in pain.

“Hey, hey, hang on for a sec.” He put a hand on her arm gently. “Let me go get a nurse for you.”

“No, I don’t –just…” she gnawed on her bottom lip, looking up at him through her lashes. “Can you stay for a while? M’ fine, I promise.”

He stared at her then, worried and appraising.

And he wanted to say that no, she needed to see a doctor because she almost died, wanted to yell at her to never do that to him again, to hold her in his arms and kiss her until he couldn’t breathe anymore, but he couldn’t let her see the cracks and splits in him, couldn’t let her all the way in when she was hurting like this.

“Okay, yeah.” He agreed, reaching for a bottle of water he kept on the table next to her bed. “Here. Drink this.”

She nodded, something grateful settling over her features and brought it to her mouth, mumbling a raspy thank you under her breath when she pulled away.

“You’re-”

“M’ in trouble. I know and I’m so sorry, Dean.” She cut him off, big, Y/E/C eyes wide and sad as they locked onto his. “I shouldn’t have –I should have told you what was going on, but Claire begged me not to and I-”

“Hey, no. None of that.” He choked out, cradling her hand in his again. “What happened was an accident. It was horrible and you scared the hell out of me but I’m just…” He pressed his lips together, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I’m just glad you’re okay, kid.”

She nodded, her fingers running over his knuckles, heavy and cold and real.

“She used a bear spray, you know. To-”

“Distract that bitch long enough for you to kill her.” His throat bobbed in a swallow. “Yeah, she told me.” A small, sad grin. “She was so fucking proud of herself for that.”

“How is she holding up?”

He rubbed a hand over his mouth.

“She’s coping. Jody’s really been there for her. So has Sam.” He glanced at the door. “He just left to go check up on them, actually.”

A hum.

Lips curled in a soft smile.

“What about you?”

His eyes flicked upwards.

“What about me?”

“You look tired.”

“M’ okay.”

“Wanna tell that to the black bags under your eyes?”

“I dunno, kid. I’m pretty sure they make the green of my eyes pop.” He said, blinking.

She sighed in frustration.

“Dean.”

“Y/N.”

“Go get some sleep.” She pleaded.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” He deadpanned, manipulating their fingers until they were intertwined. “M’ never letting you out of my sight again.”

She snorted out a laugh, a single brow arched in question.

“You do realize that’s practically impossible, right?”

“Not if you move into my room.” He replied, a minuscules smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Move into your room?”

“Yup. I’ll even let you share the memory foam mattress with me.”

“You’ll let me share the memory foam mattress with you?”

“Are you just gonna repeat everything I say?”

“I’m sorry, I just....”  She shrugged, eyes lit up with a brightness that made him want to kiss her. “I feel like there’s an ulterior motive here.” 

“Ulterior motive?” he repeated, feigning offence. “That’s –that’s hurtful, Y/N.”

“Uh-huhhhh.”

“I just like having you around. That’s all.”

“Yeah, but are you sure you want that?” she asked, an emotion he couldn’t quite put his finger on floating across his face. “Because rumor has it I can be a stubborn pain in the ass. And I like cupcakes more than pie. And I listen to Sinatra instead of Zeppelin. And I’m pretty sure you’re still not over that time I brought a puppy into the Impala.”

He beamed at her.

He couldn’t believe it, but he did, all delight and relief at how she was alive, breathing and awake in front of him, like nothing had ever happened, like an Arachne didn’t almost rip her apart.

It’s a miracle, the nurse’s words rang clear into his mind.

And she was.

She was his own personal miracle.

“You’re never going to let that one go, are you?”

Her face broke into a breathless smile.

Her fingers squeezed his hand.

“Nope.”

He grinned, and leaned forward until his face was only inches away from hers.

“Good.” he mumbled, eyes trailing from that little cut on her temple to her nose, then her mouth, warm and inviting.

She smiled sleepily at him, thumb running against his bottom lip.

“I-”

“I know.” He said, dropping a kiss to the corner of her mouth, chaste and sweet.

She was about to protest when he pressed his forehead against hers, calloused fingers running along her cheekbone softly.

“We got plenty time to talk about all of this.”

“In your room.” She grinned.

“In our room.” He told her softly, nudging his nose up against hers. “Get some sleep, kid. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

He looked at her then, looked at the softness in her eyes, at the way he could see her heartbeat there, could see relief and love and the possibility of a hundred tomorrows that would rise for them, and nodded, brushing his lips against hers in the softest of kisses.

“Promise.”

And he knew.

He was never letting her go.

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504.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 25

2401. Does love come from the brain, the heart or elsewhere? scientifically, the brain. 2402. Have you ever given a shot? like vaccination? yes. 2403. Can you lick your elbow? nope. 2404. If i was going to be talking to you for 10 minutes, what would be something really intersting you know a little bit about but would like to know more?? the arts i guess. 2405. If today was a holiday, what would it be? a day were everyone gets to call in sick for work and enjoy themselves lol.

2406. If you were making a mix tape what would you HAVE to have one it? the weeknd. 2407. What do you think of the Sopranos? never watched it. 2408. Can you name three good things about the society you live in? every generally follows rules, respectful, everything ‘works’. How about three bad things? the minority of people who was ignorant, racist, rude etc. 2409. Have you ever had a crush on your teacher? nope. How about your boss? no. 2410. What is the difference between acting like someone in high school and acting like an adult? i guess most teens wouldn’t have the same responsibilities as an adult would have. 2411. What is the differance between a whopper and a whopper jr? the whopper jr is slightly smaller duh. 2413. Do you like: Moby? Run DMC? the Cure? Shakira? Blink182? the Pet Shop Boys? Weezer? Red Hot Chilli Peppers? Nick cave? The Pixies? KRS-One? The Juice Crew? not a huge fan of any of these artists. 2414. Have you ever seen a movie in 3D? yes. 2415. How difficult do you think it is for immigrants to come into your country? it is extremelyyyyy difficult now and it doesn’t matter where you’re from. it’s crazy. How difficult is it for them to become citizens? yes. 2416. Do you have what it takes to go live in another country, maybe for years, where you don't speak the language as your first language? probably not. it would take a lot of work and preparation. 2418. Have you ever died in your dreams? yeah i feel like i have. 2419. Do you like Douglas Adams? Kurt Vonnegut? Tom Robbins? Philip K Dick? Orson Scott Card? 2420. What clothing size are you? 12. 2421. Does science leave room for faith? idk. Does faith leave room for science? idk. 2422. What book should our political leaders read and why? not sure. i haven’t read anything good in awhile. 2423. Why and under what circumstances are people more likely to buy brand names rather then their generic counterparts? some people are just loyal to some brands while other rely on paying more for quality. 2424. What is your favorite glass object? a cup. 2425. Do you like to window shop? not really. 2426. Have you ever loved someone so much it just turned to hate? no. 2427. What is arrogance? check the dictionary. 2428. Are you more liberal or conservative? liberal. 2429. When there is a presidential election in the USA why do we never hear anything about the third party candidtes? Do you even know who they were last time? i don’t live in usa. 2430. Are you more likely to buy one really nice expensive outfit or a couple of cheap outfits? a couple cheap outfits. 2431. If you could, would you wear everything once, throw it out and buy something new? no. 2432. Do you believe that people have a responsiblity to be: good to other people? good at their job? helpful to the earth(not litter, recycle)? aware consumers(not buy animal tested products, not buy products that were made in sweatshops, etc)? non-wasteful (not spend their money frivolously when they could save it to help others)? charitable (donating money, volunteering)? yes to all. Which of the above are you? i’m generally good to other people, good at my job and non wasteful. i need to work on the rest. 2433. How do you feel about the internet? for the most part it’s great. convenient, entertaining and educational at times. Should there be laws and censorship on the internet? yes of course. 2434. Can you think of any questions that aren't already on this survey? no. 2435. Does sleep seem like a little death to you? no lol. 2436. Have you ever seen(and if yes, what did you think of): Joy Ride? Ghost World? Monsters Inc? yeah, it’s a classic. Queen of the Damned? Office Space? 2437. At what age did you find out that Santa Claus wasn't real? about 5-6? 2438. How many pairs of shoes do have in your closet?: maybe 15. Do you like to wear the same shoes everyday or do you like a variety?: i rotate between the same five. 2439. How many lovers have you had? one. 2440. Have you ever had surgery? For what? no. 2441. What puts you in the mood for sex? just the lead up to it i guess. 2442. Have you ever been on alcohol or drugs while at school or work? no. 2443. What do you think of Martha Stewart? i don’t really have an opinion. but i did enjoy her show with snoop dogg. 2445. What do you think of: British people? Australians? Americans? Canadians? Mexicans? French people? Germans? i could totally answer this section but i don’t wna come off as stereotyping these nationalities. 2446. What do you do to cure the hiccups? i haven’t had hiccups in years. 2447. What is the FIRST thing you do when you come home from school or work? get changed. 2448. Are you a slob? sometimes. 2449. Do you have a good work ethic? generally, yeah. 2450. Are you a pack-rat? nope. 2451. Do you roll your eyes alot? not that i’ve noticed. 2452. Do you prefer b-sides or remixes? b sides. 2453. What makes the world go 'round? love. 2454. Is Blink182 punk or pop? both. 2455. Do you remember Fat Albert? yes. 2456. Do you take things slowly, as they come? sometimes. 2457. Are you laid back or tense? more tense i think. 2458. Are you insecure? sometimes. 2459. Imagine you are working in a soup kitchen. You are supposed to give each person on the line a half a cup of soup. When hungry people come up to you do you just end up emptying the cabinets for them? i would tell them to come back for seconds so everyone in the line can have an equal share first. 2460. Why can't we give ourselves one more chance? we can. Why can't we all just get along? idk. 2461. What bands do you want to see live that you have never seen? idk. 2462. Do you like raunchy songs (like that lick ny neck, lick my back, lick my pussy, lick my crack song)? hahaha that’s probably the only raunchy blunt song i enjoy. 2463. Do you think that the Beatles are still the Beatles without John Lennon? never really a fan so i can’t comment. Would you want to see the Sex Pistols without Sid Vicious? no. Did you think that the members of Nirvana were smart to reform as the Foo Fighters instead of trying to stay Nirvana after Kurt's death? sure. 2464. Do you like the band Squeeze? never heard of them. 2465. When you are angry or upset do you know you're being irrational but you can't really stop? yep. 2466. Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon? nah. 2467. Where are they now: Your first best friend in elementary school? no idea. your first crush? married to someone i went to uni with. your first boy/girlfriend? i’m still with him. your first love? ^ your first lover? ^ 2468. Do you have a lot of self pity? kinda. 2469. have you ever had something really good come out of something really bad that happened to you? not that i know of. 2470. Do you like magnetic poetry? what is that.. 2471. What is one of your secret delights? napping. surveys lol. What gives you a cheap thrill? youtube. What is your biggest guilty pleasure? idk. shopping. 2472. Have you ever misinterpreted song lyrics in a funny way (I used to think that 'wake me up before you go, go' was 'wake me up and buy me cocoa')? yes. 2473. What are the most popular/overused diary names? - 2474. Are you under pressure? yes. 2475. How well do you know yourself? well enough. 2476. Is 'soul' such an old fashioned word? no? Is 'love'? no. 2477. Name a person you love: my boyfriend. How do you love them? Let's count the ways... i love everything about him. 2478. Does your place have a lawn gnome? no. 2479. Do you ever wonder, 'why me'? sometimes. When? when i’m having a shitty time at work. 2480. Is rap a form of poetry? yes. 2481. What's the difference between a player and a baller? lol. 2482. What imagery do you get from the words 'woodsmoke and herbs'? someone cooking. 2483. How many days until your birthday? exactly a month. 2484. have you ever MEANT to hurt anyone? eh, kinda. 2485. What are 3 things you don't know? more than three things. 2486. Do you usually feel physically well or unwell? no. 2487. Would you ever submit your picture to be 'rated' on one of those 'hot or not' websites? no way. 2488. Why are there hardly ever any fat people in movies? because it doesn’t fit the hollywood aesthetic sadly. 2489. Is there any difference between what's real and what's for sale? i guess? 2490. Are you funky? no. 2491. Do apologies always make things all better? sometimes. not always. 2492. Let's just say that there is a huge ass bomb that can blow up the Whole Planet..it is set to blow up in 100 years. You can push the button to stop it but if you do you Will die. You only have this one chance to stop it. Do you stop it? it would have to be proven to me that it’s real first. i’m not gna kill myself over nothing. 2493. Let's say someone else found the button to stop it instead of you. Do you think it is their moral obligation to save humanity at the expense of their own life? it’s a tough decision so i wouldn’t be so quick to judge it tbh. 2494. What's the silliest name you can think of? idk. 2495. It's the middle of the night and you are home alone. Someone knocks on the door and says their car broke down and asks to use your phone. What do you do? let them use my phone but keep them outside. 2496. If a cop pulled you over and asked if he could search your car what would you say? i’d have to see if they’re even allowed to do that first. but i have nothing to hide anyway. 2497. Are you meek or nasty around cops? meek. if they’re breath testing me i just want it over and done with so i can go. 2498. If you were me and I was you then where would we be? idk. 2499. What has been the greatest invention so far? there have been plenty. power, lighting, all modes of transport, internet, all technology, medicine etc. 2500. We are at question 2500. Do you REALIZE what this MEANS??!!! halfway woo.

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It’s posting week for the July @meflashfanwork​ theme, which is “Running Out of Time” (Hamilton earworm included free.) 

Asymptotic

MShep/Kaidan, 2414 words. 

Shepard came back from the Arrival mission with a shard of Reapertech in his head. 

                                                        One year

The thing that set the timer counting down was, when he reflected on it, very small.

It began as an angular shard a couple of centimetres long, a narrow triangle that stood out black on the scan image like a tiny delta-wing ship navigating some kind of tangled monochrome nebula. But the glowing white wisps surrounding it were not clouds of gas or smoke, but the shadows of living tissue, and the long axis of the delta lay neatly along the longitudinal fissure between the lobes of Shepard’s brain.

Shepard sat in the locked medical bay with Mordin Solus on one side of the bed and Karin Chakwas on the other, and couldn’t make eye contact with either of them. The little dark triangle drew the eye inexorably.

“How?” was all he managed to say, to Mordin.

The salarian shook his head. “Unlike any procedure in my experience. Surgical specialist here is Karin -”

“And I’ve never seen anything like it,” Chakwas finished. She looked drawn, as if she hadn’t slept. “Your skull is completely intact. There’s no sign of any meaningful damage, let alone of serious brain surgery in the last two days.” She gestured with her omni-tool, and the image changed from the flat image to a wireframe model of his brain, with the little triangle picked out in pulsating blue light. “The only theory either of us can come up with is that it assembled itself, in place, from some kind of smaller seed.”

“Plenty of ingress points for seed, if sufficiently small and self-propelled,” Mordin supplied helpfully. “Eye socket most likely. Similar to strategy used by certain varieties of parasitic worm.”

Chakwas gave him a look, and he stopped.

“If it was meant to grow,” she resumed, “it’s not doing so now. Completely inert. It may require some kind of signal from its parent organism. But we don’t know.”

“Reapertech,” Shepard said.

He half expected some answering itch inside his skull, some recognition, but there was nothing.

“I can’t think of anything else that traitor Kenson would have wanted to put in you,” Chakwas said, with a venom that Shepard had never heard in her voice before. “And while it’s hard to get a good look, it seems to match the scan characteristics of other pieces we’ve encountered.”

She called up a chart of the scan results: ultrasound, X-ray, molecular, MRI, mass effect, others he didn’t recognise. A half-dozen images of the little black triangle rotated mesmerisingly against false-colour backgrounds, in perfect synchrony.

So very small.

Shepard watched them turn, and eventually asked, very quietly, “Can you get it out?”

“Doing it cleanly would be beyond my training.” Chakwas shook her head. “And in any case Normandy doesn’t have the facilities for it. We’d need to get you to a proper hospital, somewhere civilised.”

“Cerberus facilities could do it,” Mordin said. “Advanced equipment. Remarkable resources. Discreet.”

“I wouldn’t trust Cerberus not to put in more than they took out,” Shepard said bleakly. “And I can’t just … go to a hospital with a piece of Reapertech in my head. The minute word got out, I’d lose my Spectre commission. Lose the Normandy. The Council may not believe me now, but if I turned up infected with the same stuff they pulled out of Saren -”

“What was left of him,” said Chakwas quietly.

“- they’d arrest me on the spot.”

“From what Admiral Hackett said,” Chakwas pointed out, gently, “you’re quite likely to get arrested anyway. At least temporarily, while the Defence Committee figure out what on earth they can say to the batarians.”

“At least they’d be arresting me for something I actually did,” Shepard snapped. “They can call me a war criminal, but I’m not a Reaper plant.”

“Yet,” said Mordin. He shrugged, impervious to Shepard’s glare. “Clearly not intended to kill. Possible purposes therefore limited to two. One, monitoring; two, indoctrination. Either way, compromised.”

“No,” Shepard whispered. “It’s not doing anything. It’s inert. She just said it was inert.”

“For the moment,” said the salarian.

“Brain surgery’s serious business.” Shepard ignored Mordin and tried appealing to Chakwas. “If it was a bullet, stuck there, wouldn’t taking it out do more damage than leaving it in?”

Chakwas gave him a look he couldn’t read, but said “It would depend on the infection risk. Which is metaphorically exactly what we don’t know here.”

“So wait,” Shepard said. “Monitor it. At least while we make the trip back to Earth.”

“Very well,” said Chakwas. Mordin said nothing.

                                                      Six months

“If you’d just step into one of these rooms, Commander -”

Chakwas herded him into one of the hospital ward’s side rooms and into a chair, and shut the door. Wide shafts of the Citadel’s artificial sunlight crossed the floor.

With the door safely locked, the doctor bent over Shepard with her omni-tool; orange fields flickered around his head.

“It’s grown,” said Chakwas, and it was no longer a triangle on the scan but a long bar, almost a blade. “No, Commander, don’t say anything. You are going to wait here while I fetch Doctor Ayo from Major Alenko’s room, and that - thing - is coming out of your head today.”

Ayo proved to be Huerta Memorial’s top human neurosurgeon. She looked over the scans, to Chakwas’ quiet commentary (which did not, Shepard noticed, mention what the mysterious shard actually was) and eventually looked up gravely. “Certainly difficult, but absolutely possible. You’d be in hospital for three or four days. And then of course we’d need to monitor your recovery -”

“I have to get back into the field,” said Shepard. “I have to go to Palaven -”

“Three weeks,” Ayo said. “Minimum. Possibly more.”

“Commander,” Chakwas said mildly, “if you insist on returning to command in your present condition, I will not be party to it.”

“I’m sorry,” whispered Shepard. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

                                                    Three months

“Your prerogative,” was all Mordin said when Shepard told him the shard had grown. He didn’t look up from the console. The krogan woman - Eve - was in the mess hall; they were alone. The salarian waved one hand vaguely as he worked. “Right to refuse treatment is basic tenet of medicine; your skull, your mind, your decision.”

“I didn’t think you’d come around,” said Shepard.

Mordin spun on the spot. “No such thing. Recognise your right to make the choice. Reserve the right to tell you it is dangerous. Stupid. Will only become worse.”

“When we’ve finished the job on Tuchanka, that’ll buy some time,” Shepard said. “I’ll go to Huerta Memorial, get it taken out. You have my permission to drag me if necessary.”

“Good,” said Mordin waspishly. “May take you up on it.”

When they reached the Citadel, it was without Mordin, and it was to find Cerberus were there first.

                                                        Six weeks

Rannoch’s sky had more colours than an Earth sunset; there was something simultaneously very familiar and very alien about it.

Kaidan walked up beside him as he stood on the promontory next to Legion, and said nothing.

Legion knew. It had seen straight away, though had had the courtesy to wait until they were alone to ask him about it. He had no idea how to tell Kaidan.

                                                      Three weeks

“At my parents’ place in Vancouver - drank more than a few beers on their balcony, looking over English Bay.” Kaidan’s eyes were faraway. “Beautiful view.”

Shepard lined the words up in his head:

Kaidan, I need to tell you something.

I have a Reaper artefact in my head. It’s been there almost a year.

“You know what though? I feel good about our chances. Lets me sleep better at night.”

“You not been sleeping, Kaidan?”

They kept talking. Shepard said words, sincere words, and none of them were the ones he’d sat down to say.

He realised belatedly that as he’d come here to confess to Kaidan, Kaidan had come to confess to him, and now he couldn’t say anything, couldn’t poison it, not now.

“Someone?”

“You, Kaidan,” said Shepard, and it was true, and it was right and it was good, and it still tasted bitter with the weight of what he hadn’t said.

                                                       Ten days

                                                       Five days

                                                       Two days

                                                        One day

“I’ve known you for years,” Kaidan said, with a kind of quiet wonder, “and I never realised you had blue eyes.”

Shepard grinned. “I don’t. It’s the reflection off the fish tank. Makes everything in here look a little -”

The words died in his throat at Kaidan’s frown.

“They’re blue, Shepard. Did Cerberus give you a new set, or what?”

Shepard pushed past him without a word, and went to the bathroom mirror.

The reflection was unremarkable, mundane, the same familiar face he’d been looking into for years. Dark hair, growing out of its crop already, scars that obstinately refused to close completely, a jawline he’d been complimented on, and those incongruous blue-grey irises. What was Kaidan making a fuss about?

The eyes. His eyes. His eyes that were brown, and had been all his life - both his lives.

It took an effort of will to hold it in his head.

“Shepard?” said Kaidan behind him. “Shepard, are you -”

Shepard barely heard him.

He was struck, suddenly, by wondering if Saren Arterius had always had blue eyes.

                                                     Twelve hours

“It is too late,” Dr Michel said bluntly. “If I try for surgery now, even with the help of EDI, you will die. The mass has made significant advances into your cerebellum, see -” she pointed “- and encased both optic nerves. Removing it will be fatal.”

The mass on the scan was ugly and spiked now, a mess of unpleasant black planes and angles. Long excrescences like Reaper claws curved out from the main bulk following the track of the optic nerve, ending within the eye socket.

“How long has it been like this?” asked Kaidan softly.

He’d had to carry Shepard to the medbay. Shepard sat on one of the beds, and looked from Michel to Kaidan and back, and looked away. “I don’t know. The shard’s been in there about a year.”

“A year?” said Kaidan.

He could practically see Kaidan counting backwards in his head. “It happened at Aratoht. Object Rho. You’ve seen the files -”

“You’ve had Reapertech in your head for a year, and you didn’t tell me?” Kaidan’s clenched hands were sparking now, blue biotic artefacts fizzing into existence for a moment and then fading. “Shepard, have they been following you?”

“No. It’s been inert. We know what Reaper signal looks like, and it hasn’t been sending or receiving.” Shepard reached for Kaidan’s hand. “It’s just … been there.” His voice was rising, without his conscious input. “I meant to have it out on the Citadel. But I would’ve been out for weeks recovering. Or worse, if anyone realised what it was. Been arrested. Lost my commission. Lost the Normandy.” His voice cracked. “Never seen you again.”

Above them, the scan image turned.

“You reckon it’s too late to get it out?” Kaidan said to Dr Michel. She nodded.

Kaidan took Shepard’s hand, and squeezed, and managed a brittle smile. “Guess all we can do is carry on.”

                                                       Six hours

                                                     Three hours

                                                   Ninety minutes

Shepard stumbled to his feet in the London mud. Someone - James? - pulled him upright, took his weight; there was blood in his eyes, and even a half step towards the beam sent wrenching spasms through his legs and spine.

“I can’t do it. I can’t do it.” Shepard barely processed the ragged voice as his own. Overhead, the nearest Reaper turned its huge chassis towards them. He felt its attention on him like a searchlight; like a tractor beam; like the pin nailing an insect to the collector’s mount.

Automatically, more muscle memory than will, he put one hand to his helmet radio and said “Fall back. It can’t be done, We have to abort -”

The words went past vaguely, distantly, as if he was listening to somebody else, and then quite abruptly it filtered in to him that he was listening to somebody else:

“This is Major Alenko.” Kaidan, Kaidan, screaming into his comm over the sounds of battle. “Countermand that. Normandy, get the Commander off the field and to a hospital. I’m going in.”

                                                Forty-five minutes

Two Keepers were coming down the passage, picking their way delicately around the bodies as if they were so much rubble. Soon, Kaidan supposed, they would tidy them away.

His headset crackled.

“Shepard?”

“Alenko,” he said to Anderson. “Shepard -”

He heard the indrawn breath even through the static. “No. Surely -”

It was Anderson’s reaction that decided him, and Kaidan Alenko, who had never been a good liar, lied unhesitatingly. “He got hit badly. Couldn’t go on.”

“Guess it’s you and me, then, Major,” said the old Admiral, as Kaidan stumbled onward through the blood.

                                                   Twenty minutes

“You too?” said Kaidan in stupefaction as the Illusive Man turned away from the console.

Black Reaper components wound their way over and through his jaw and neck, and his eyes glowed blue.

“So Shepard won’t be joining us, then,” he said, and there was an unpleasant emphasis on the joining us that stuck in Kaidan’s throat.

“No,” said Kaidan, and shot him.

                                                      Ten minutes

The platform drifted upwards, Kaidan only barely conscious that it had even moved.

                                                     Five minutes

“You’re not who I was expecting.”

“I left Shepard on Earth,” said Kaidan to the ghost. “You’re a hallucination. Trust me. I’ve had plenty. Mostly little sparkly lights -”

“I am the Catalyst,” said the thing that looked like Shepard’s ghost.

                                                      Two minutes

                                                       One minute

“Make what happen?”

“You want to destroy us,” said the hallucination, in Shepard’s voice. “You can wipe out all synthetic life if you want. Including the geth. And most of the technology you rely on. Even you are partly synthetic.”

Kaidan rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the familiar corners of his implant, dented, and crusted with blood.

“But the Reapers will be destroyed?”

Outside the windows of the Crucible, a Reaper took a hit from a turian dreadnought, far enough away that it could have been no more than a broken toy. One of its pincers spiralled away into pieces, into little sharp-edged black shards caught in silhouette against a cloud of smoke.

“Yes.”

                                                     Thirty seconds

                                                    Fifteen seconds

                                                     Eight seconds

                                                     Four seconds

                                                “I love you, Shepard.”

                                                      Two seconds

                                                       One second

An asymptotic function never reaches zero, although the graph bends infinitely close to it.

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