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yoongiseesawmp3 · 3 years

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punch me - jungkook

back again with another self indulgent fic! enjoy

summary: daycare worker jungkook invites you, his favorite coworker, to the lake with his friends. why the lake? he wants you to see his new sleeve and whipping his shirt off in the classroom isn’t quite acceptable. plus he just wants to spend more time with you. there’s no harm in that.

warnings: none i think!

word count: 3.5k

you work at a daycare, which isn’t a bad thing. it’s pretty chill, you like the kids and you can take off work pretty easy because there’s tons of subs. but also, not many people are bringing their kids in lately. so that means you and the other staff have been digging into the snack closet so “they won’t go to waste.”

jungkook was the one who suggested it. well, maybe suggest is the wrong word? he got caught up to his elbows in the bin of sweets, so when he turned to face your boss he immediately went into charming mode so he wouldn’t get in trouble. and once jungkook said it, everyone else thought it was a good idea too. hell, you’ve stopped buying snacks for yourself because you just sneak them from work now. wait. don’t tell anyone that.

anyway, it was a great idea, but that was two weeks ago. now the snack closet is empty and you have a room full of toddlers on the verge of anarchy because of it. because of jungkook.

you just watched him pass by your room, arms laden with cheez-its and rice krispie treats, and you know for a fact he doesn’t have a class today. he’s only here to touch up the mural he’s been asked to paint near the front desk, so all of those snacks must be for him.

you get the teacher from next door to keep an eye on your kiddos so you can sneak to the front and steal a couple bags of cheez-its (the kids don’t need their own bag, they’ll never know). but you get there and find yourself distracted from completing your mission.

jungkook is wearing old sweats, spattered with paint here and there, and he’s stooped over a bucket of water with a paintbrush between his teeth. it’s cute.

“jungkook,” you semi-shout to get his attention. you get a sort of “hmgpfh?” in response, and that’s enough for you. “do you seriously need this many snacks? just for yourself?”

“i’m a growing boy, y/n,” he replies, taking the paintbrush out of his mouth so he can dip it into a paper plate covered in red shades. “you can have one.”

“i need three, actually,” you reply, picking them up as you speak.

“are you a growing boy too?”

“no, i have six little kids with bad attitudes waiting for me in my room so i’ll be taking these off your hands,” you explain, finally turning to look at the work jungkook has put on the wall. “wow.”

“you like it?” jungkook asks, turning to look at you with a smile and a dancing light in his eyes. “is the tree too much?”

“no, oh my god, this is really good, jungkook,” you assure him, tracing your eyes over the wall full of characters and scenery from various children’s books.

“thank you,” he replies. “it’s better than wiping asses all day.”

“watch your mouth.”

“why don’t you watch it for me?” he quips back, peeking up at you with a smirk.

“what does that even mean, jungkook.”

“just thought i’d try to make you blush,” he says with a shrug. “didn’t work this time.”

“i don’t think it works anytime, actually,” you mumble, but he ignores it.

“hey, are you busy this weekend?” he questions, inspecting a bottle of green before squirting some directly on the wall.

“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask with a laugh. you watch him frantically spread the paint around to resemble a bush.

“shut up. are you busy this weekend?” he asks again.

“i don’t think so, why?”

“come to the lake with me,” he says as he stands up to meet your eyes. “one of my friends convinced his uncle to let us borrow his boat. it’ll be fun.”

“do any of you know how to drive a boat?” you ask. “the safety of all this is what would keep me away.”

“i’m sure yoongi hyung will be able to do it,” jungkook says halfheartedly. “but still, the boat could just stay docked. it would be fun either way.”

“when are you going?”

“saturday, so i could come by yours and get you on my way?” he asks with a lot of hope in his voice. you shrug before responding.

“why not? sure.”

so, jungkook texts you late friday that he’ll pick you up at 7am saturday. what the fuck. you wouldn’t have said yes if you knew you had to leave that early, but jungkook explained that he’s the only one the uncle trusts to have the keys, so he has to get there before the world wakes up. but also, has this man met jungkook? jungkook, being trustworthy with small, easy to lose items? please.

nevertheless, you’re up bright and early on saturday with a very large thermos of coffee. jungkook texts you right at 7 that he’s outside, and when you walk out you see him at the back of his car trying to force something into the trunk.

“whatcha doin?” you ask as you approach, noticing his strong legs in his (surprisingly) short swim trunks. you’re now realizing you’ve never seen him in anything other than baggy pants, so his legs are a little...distracting.

“trying to keep the beer bottles from rattling,” he says through clenched teeth.

“and you’re trying to fuse them together with sheer force?”

“no, i’m stuffing a towel in between them in the box but it’s really tight.”

“if hoseok were here he’d make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke,” you jest.

“i thought about it,” jungkook replies. “so i guess that counts?”

as he talks, he rearranges the other things in the trunk so it can close easy, and as he lowers the door he turns to you.

“you look nice,” he says, eyes drifting over you quickly. he notices the coffee cup in your hand and smiles. “any chance that has the sickly sweet creamer in it that i like?”

“how would i know what coffee creamer you like?” you ask, slightly annoyed that he just assumes you pay that much attention to him but also annoyed that you got caught.

“because you like me,” he replies, grabbing the thermos and taking a sip. “oh my god, i love you.”

“you better be talking to the coffee,” you warn him as you grab the coffee back from him.

“i’ll say it to you someday,” he promises, walking around to the passenger side of the car before opening your door. “if you let me.”

“what’s gotten into you lately?” you ask with a smile. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on jungkook, and recently it’s gotten worse. after you started working together, you noticed how many shared friends you have, so you’ve been hanging out more and more the past few months. jungkook has always been more than nice to you, but these flirty little comments are a welcome change. you hope they keep coming.

“is it cool if we stop at the gas station real quick?” he asks as he gets into the driver’s seat. “it’s an hour drive and i need gas and snacks.”

“fine with me. how about cheez-its and rice krispies?”

“i had my fill of those at work this week, thanks,” jungkook laughs.

at the gas station, you offer to get the snacks while jungkook stays at the pump. you’re looking for your favorite gas station snack, a crappy fruit and cheese danish that you could eat every day. jungkook finds you bent over in the sweets aisle, ass poking out too much for him to pass by and not push your face right into the premade baked goods. he considers it, because funny, but mean. he also considers passing behind you and smacking your ass as he does so you’ll move. tempting, but maybe too far. he opts for just bending down next to you to see what’s so interesting.

“what are we looking for?” he asks, scanning the labels for something to try.

“cherry and cheese,” you tell him, moving a blueberry danish out of the way, hoping to find what you want, but no luck.

“what? that sounds gross,” jungkook replies as he stands. “you like that?”

“it’s one of my favorites,” you tell him as you move into a squat. jungkook slides behind you and looks for his favorite jelly candy as you keep searching. “what’s so gross about it? they go well together.”

“like us.”

“what?”

“huh?” jungkook asks, staring down at you with a glint in his eyes. the glare you give him is definitely ignored as jungkook looks back up and spots something on the top shelf. he grabs it and hands it to you. “this what you want?”

“yeah, it is,” you reply. “thanks. get another one for yourself.”

“why?” he asks, screwing his face up in disgust.

“because i know you’ll want to try some even with the way you’re acting right now, and i don’t like sharing.”

“whatever you say,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes. “now help me find the sour worms.”

jungkook tried the danish, and he hated it.

have you ever seen a baby eating a lemon? it was like that, except jungkook spat what was in his mouth into his hand and then tossed it out the window of his car as he drove. sure, that whole part was gross, but he looked cute when he didn’t like the danish. who doesn’t love babies making silly faces?

“i can’t believe you like that, but i can’t believe you convinced me to try it,” jungkook complains.

“kook, i think if i told you electrocuting yourself was fun you would try it just because i said i liked it,” you reply. he thinks about it for a moment before nodding, a slight tint gracing his cheeks.

“you’re right, but that’s not gonna make me finish your gross choice of snack.”

“fine, more for me,” you say, grabbing the discarded treat in the cupholder. you take a bite, not really caring that jungkook’s mouth was on it before you.

“omg.”

“did you just say ‘omg’ out loud?”

“yes, why?”

“you’re a loser,” you laugh, taking another bite, causing jungkook to gasp again. “what?”

“it’s like we just kissed,” he replies, almost giggling through his toothy smile.

“what do you even mean by that.”

“we just swapped spit.”

“you’re disgusting. stop talking.”

“hey, you’re the one that wants to kiss me,” jungkook says with a shrug. you want to protest, but you don’t want to convince him that you’re totally against kissing him. you’d actually very much like to plant your lips on his and never let go, but life doesn’t always give you what you want. jungkook notices your silence and smiles. “you’re not denying it.”

“i’m being polite.”

“mmmhmm,” he replies, failing to hide how pleased he is as he pulls into a treacherously sloped driveway. “we’re here.”

it’s turning into a beautiful day. the morning chill is starting to slowly melt away, and you find yourself sweating slightly as you help jungkook move all of the junk from his car. he insisted on doing it himself, but you felt super weird just standing there while he huffed and puffed carrying things back and forth, so you finally jumped in. it’s still just the two of you here, the friend’s uncle had successfully given you both a crash course on how to handle the boat, and you’re confident the two of you can share that info with yoongi when he gets here and hopefully no one will get hurt.

speaking of yoongi, he said he was a few minutes away, and that was more than a few minutes ago. maybe he and hoseok got lost. the final four (as they’ve been calling themselves all morning) will be here later because taehyung didn’t have a swimsuit and they had to make a pit stop at walmart to get him one. you’re familiar with jungkook’s friends, and comfortable with a couple of them, but you don’t know much about taehyung aside from his interest in art and now his view on the boxer vs briefs debate (he was apparently very picky when trying on said swimsuits). but whatever. they’ll get here eventually.

before you know it, you and jungkook have unloaded all of the snacks, alcohol and water accessories from his car, so all that’s left to do is hang out until the boys get here.

“you ready?” jungkook asks, offering you his hand. you give him a questioning look and he motions to the boat. “c’mon, we’re not gonna sit here in the sun while we wait for them. it’s hot as balls.”

“but it’s hot as balls on the boat too,” you counter as you take his outstretched hand and let him pull you behind him on the dock.

“yeah, but at least we’re on a boat.”

he leads you to the edge of the shaky dock and let’s go of your hand momentarily to steady himself as he steps over to the boat. he turns back and offers his hand again, giving yours a squeeze as he guides you over the gap of water. the boat is slippery, so you lose your footing slightly and jungkook reacts quickly by wrapping you in his arms. the boat is bobbing a little too much for your liking, but jungkook is giggling and that distracts you enough from the fact that you could’ve fallen just now.

as you both stand there awkwardly staring at each other, you don’t notice yoongi’s car pulling up to the top of the hill and its two passengers walking out toward the water.

“oooh, what do we have here?” hoseok asks as he sees you holding onto each other for dear life. you separate quickly, making the newcomers laugh.

“don’t stop because we’re here,” yoongi replies.

“yeah, i can hug yoongi if it makes things less awkward for you,” hoseok offers.

“please don’t do that,” yoongi quips back.

“i’ll get you when you least expect it, hyung.”

jungkook, still standing very close to you, clears his throat and waves yoongi over. you scoot around them to help hoseok with the bag of food in his hands.

“are you sure you know how to drive a boat, yoongi?” you ask.

“i’m a fast learner,” he replies.

“that’s not very reassuring.”

“i’ve done it before, y/n,” he laughs. “just not with this kind of motor, but it won’t take long to figure out. everything will be nice and safe, i promise.”

“besides, we have jungkookie here to save you even if hyung throws us overboard,” hoseok jokes.

speaking of jungkook, he’s rustling around the boat, trying to figure out how to put the suncover up. his jacket from this morning has been tossed aside, and he’s in a baggy tank top. you allow yourself a moment to admire the way his muscles ripple as he works when you notice -

“you finished your sleeve?” you ask him. his head snaps up in your direction and he smiles.

“enjoying the show?” he teases.

“answer the question.”

“honestly, i wanted it to be a surprise,” he replies, stretching the arm out and turning it around as best he can.

“so what, you were gonna take your shirt off and punch me and that’s how i was supposed to find out?”

“are you offering?”

“i’m just mad you didn’t take me with you! i was gonna get something this time,” you complain with a slight pout, which jungkook scrunches his nose at. you’re really cute, he thinks to himself.

“my artist called me last minute and said they had an opening, so i went in as soon as i could. i think you were still handling six hungry toddlers,” he explains.

“so is that why you invited me today?” you laugh. “you couldn’t think of a reasonable way to take your shirt off in front of me so i had to come with you to the lake for the big reveal?”

“jungkook, if you say yes, then jin and i are giving you the sex talk. you gotta up your game,” yoongi mumbles.

“no,” jungkook insists, ignoring yoongi. “i invited you today because i think it’ll be fun and i wanted you to be here.”

“and he wanted to see you in a swimsuit,” hoseok adds, pulling some cookies out of the bag of snacks. he offers them to you and you gladly accept. then he turns and pops one into yoongi’s mouth as he yawns, before he tosses one over to jungkook, happily shouting “a cookie for kookie!”

“that’s cute,” you smile, liking the way hoseok babies jungkook. it’s got him flustered, and it’s kind of adorable.

“kook, did you hear that? y/n thinks you’re cute,” hoseok sing-songs.

“i- that’s not...i didn’t say that,” you stumble. “the rhyming was cute. if anything, i called hoseok cute.”

“everyone thinks hobi is cute,” yoongi replies. “but jungkook? eh.”

“eh?!” jungkook shouts. “i’m just eh to you hyung?”

“now you hurt the boy’s feelings,” you tell yoongi, and he shrugs.

“you should’ve just called him cute.”

you look over and notice jungkook is staring at you, an eyebrow quirked in a challenge. hoseok is watching and munching like this is a movie, and yoongi looks between you and the so-called cutie and laughs to himself.

“well?” jungkook asks.

“i mean, yeah, you are cute, sometimes,” you begin. “not when you’re being annoying though.”

“i’m not annoying!”

“yes you are,” hoseok and yoongi agree in unison. jungkook huffs at that and looks back at you.

“now my feelings are hurt again. talk more about me being cute,” he pleads as he finally gives up on the suncover and joins you on the wraparound couch of the boat. he’s looking at you with the absolute worst puppy dog eyes, so you keep going.

“uh, you’re cute with the kids i guess? like when they use you as their personal playground and you’re all giggling. that’s cute,” you offer. “or when the little girls get hurt, they always run to you first and you cheer them up with sweet songs.”

“hmm, family planning perhaps?” you hear hoseok joke with yoongi.

you would go on (or deny how often you’ve thought about jungkook being a dad) but the other car of boys has finally arrived, so the two instigators leave the boat to help them unload. that leaves you next to jungkook, who’s not done talking about the cute stuff.

“i didn’t know you noticed all of that,” jungkook whispers, suddenly sitting very close to you. you try to act like it’s nothing, but he stops you. “ah ah, now it’s my turn.”

“your turn? for what?”

“for talking about how cute you are,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing ever. if he had his way he would be pulling up a whole powerpoint presentation right now, but he has to rely on his words, which is fine. “first of all, you have great style. you’re maybe the only person who can make the daycare uniform look like a capital o outfit everyday you come in. and the way your eyes light up when a kid tells you a story, or shows you something they made? that’s my favorite. wish you would look at me like that someday.”

“you...what?” you almost can’t believe where this conversation has gone, but it’s making your heart beat faster and you’re not ready for it to stop.

“i wish i could make your eyes light up like i’m the only person you can see,” he clarifies, locking eyes with you. he holds your gaze for a moment before his eyes flick down to your lips. you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so close, but the movement was obvious. jungkook wants to kiss you.

“and what would you do if they did?” you challenge, repeating the same glance from his eyes down to his lips. your gaze lingers a little longer, and when you look back up at jungkook you know what’s coming next. that doesn’t mean it’s not shocking, though.

kissing jungkook is like pulling down a piece of the sun and slamming it into your chest. the warmth that he exudes, and the softness of his lips as they caress yours, it’s perfect. but -

“wait,” jungkook mumbles against your lips. you pull back, worried.

“what?”

“i did that wrong.”

“wha..how? jungkook, i thought that was nice,” you assure him but he shakes his head.

“i did it wrong,” he insists, looking at you and noticing the shine in your eyes that he was hoping for. “can i kiss you again?”

you nod and let out a quiet “yes” before jungkook is cupping your face and connecting your lips again. this one is stronger, more intentional and you’re glad he wanted to try again. not that the first kiss was bad, your mind is still reeling from that first one. but this feels like a kiss full of love. it feels like a kiss from someone that’s been pining for you over bags of cheez-its and funny kid stories, but they didn’t know how to tell you how badly they wanted to do this. jungkook didn’t know how to tell you, but now he doesn’t have to because this kiss tells you everything you need to know.

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knullanon · 3 years

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how the symbiotes stole you from one another #3

this took 5 hours in total yay

words: 4627

warnings: manipulation, kidnapping, dads being assholes, lmk if I missed any!

Routines in the area where Knull had dropped you off were almost nonexistent. The only reason why you woke up at all was because of the fact that it was already something you did before you got here.

Here, as in this place where Knull seemingly… owned? It was weird. He didn’t just own the land, either, he owned the symbiotes, and by that, Knull, whenever he wanted to talk to you, would just go inside one of their minds, take over, and talk to you. He had done this one multiple occasions, with him always being an asshole about everything. From trying to stop you from going outside, to bitching about your old life, and how you must be enjoying this one. It was really annoying to have to deal with him every damn day, and it was starting to become borderline creepy.

He wouldn’t care about your privacy, only how you were holding up. Literally nothing could stop him from entering your room. He removed the lock when you first got there, and then just left you. Nothing to do besides clean, fuck around, and be bored to death. The only thing you could really do otherwise bsides talk to that asshole, is just try and find something to look at.

So far, you’ve been able to tell that the previous owners of the land were evicted: probably by force by the numerous blood stains all over the place, hiding under whatever Knull didn’t want to clean. Another thing you noticed was that the area you were in used to be covered with trees, but they seemed to be all cut down recently. They smelt fresh and didn’t have any dirt or grime on the stumps. You had to assume it was a safety precaution. For him, at least.

It didn’t take long for you to start snooping around and finding different things, like a hidden diary, all written in russian, an old art kit, and a calendar dated to that year. These items, and their good conditions they were found in, only solidifies your theory that Knull just found a random property and killed the people living there. It also solidified the fact that Knull really didn’t know you existed until that night. Or, morning. Whatever time you were at the gas station. You were able to tell how long you had been taken. 2 weeks just tonight.

It was annoying the hell out of you how long staying with these assholes would seem. Two months with Eddie and venom, and then 3 months with carnage and cletus.

And now 2 weeks with this asshole, probably more. You really wanted out of this damn place. Actually, you wanted out of this weird game they had. Whoever got you first got to keep you until someone else came along. And tried to do the same thing.

As you grabbed some random clothes, and walked into the bathroom, you tried to remember before everything had happened. Before you decided to walk back home alone, like an idiot. That's what you were, wasn’t it? A fucking idiot for thinking it was a good idea. You really thought that nothing would happen, would it? And now this.

Shoving open the bathroom door, you almost didn’t see the 7 foot tall symbiote sitting in the chair across from the bed. This one was known for having a more emo look to them. With being dark blue and with little streaks of even darker red, they were always quiet and silent when you saw them. They were usually the ones to bring you food, guard the house you were in. They were also the one that Knull preferred to get into when he decided to speak to you.

The symbiote themselves were rumble, and he was… actually quite pleasant. It seemed Knull had let this batch keep their personalities, maybe at the price of kneeling before him. You didn’t know.

What you did know was that Knull was now controlling Rumble through whatever bullshit he did to be this powerful. Rumble, or, Knull technically, was reading an old newspaper dated a few months ago. It was from somewhere in Idaho, where you would assume you were located. Yes, Eddie lived in San Francisco, but when carnage took you wherever the hell he took you, and then Knull, well, it was confusing to say the least.

Anyways, the one good thing about Knull was that he really didn’t care what you thought of the place, as he said it, “a temporary arrangement on both our parties''. Pretentious bitch.

Knull put down the newspaper, and gave a smile, before gesturing with his arm to the bed you had just made. “Ah, _____, sit. Let's talk shall we?”

You didn’t want to talk to him, or even look at him, but you followed his command anyway. You tossed your clothes into an old bucket that you had placed in the corner of the room and walked towards the bed, before sitting on it. Knull smiled again with that weird mouth. Rumble never smiled, so of course it would look weird when he did. Of course, not of his own will, but still.

“So, how have you been liking your new enclosure?” Did- Did he just-

You brushed it off, not wanting to anger him. “It’s… fine. Every home comes with its ups and downs.” you hoped he would get the message about calling a home an enclosure. It makes you feel like a pet rather than a person. If Knull noticed your wording, then he ignored it. Instead, he picked up the newspaper again, saying, “Good, good. I’m glad you could understand the circumstances of your predicament.”

You tried hard not to roll your eyes, remembering what Carnage or Venom would say- even now, if you had no idea where they were, their words and opinions still sat with you months later. Instead, you nodded your head to his words, and sat in silence waiting for him to say anything else. Knull did not say anything for a few minutes. Long, agonizing minutes. It reminded you of being with Eddie and Venom, those two assholes. When they were working, they required the utmost silence otherwise they couldn’t focus. They never got mad at you, but they would always try to put you up to something, like reading. Which is why you would read all their books on crime rates, detectives, natural disasters, anything to pass the time while they were working.

It got you entertained for the most part. Sitting in a room with nothing to do, for 2 months was more difficult than you ever thought it would be.

“Are you thinking of your previous hosts and their accommodations?”

Knull pulled you from your thoughts, and even though he was reading the newspaper, you were able to tell he wanted an answer. You shifted from your spot at the edge of the bed, before answering with, “U-Uh, yeah, I am.”

“Hmm.”

He continued to read for a moment, before he pulled the newspaper down a little to view you. “Are you not tired of them?”

“What do you mean?”

This time, he put the newspaper in his lap. “Venom and Eddie. Carnage and Cletus. How have they treated you in the few months you’ve known them?”

You had to sit there and think for a moment, wondering where this conversation was going. What was he trying to do this time?

“Well, venom and Eddie were… constricting. I never had anything to do. Besides reading the books on the shelf, but even then I had to do that discreetly. They didn’t like me doing those things. Or, rather, reading those things. They said it was too… graphic.”

“Ah, I see.” he acknowledged, picking up the newspaper again. “And Carnage and Cletus? How was their company?”

You really wanted to hide in a hole now. “They were… fine.”

“Were they, though?”

You wondered if it would just be worth it to tell everything: how you felt about Eddie, how you felt about Cletus, and how you felt about this asshole doing the same thing the rest of them had done.

“...No, they weren’t.”

He gave a small smile, before he asked, “Oh? Please do tell me more.”

You knew what he was doing, what he was playing at, and yet, you fell right for it. “They would tell me… they would say that no one was going to come for me. No one cared. Not my family, not Eddie, no one. Only them.”

He nodded along, and when he realized you were done venting, he said, “well, aren’t you glad that you’re with me now?”

Turning to face him, you gave him a glare. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it. With one of them, they gave you limited resources to entertain yourself, and the other made you feel like nothing. With me, I give you free reign to do whatever you please. You may ask for whatever you wish, visit whoever you choose, as long as you plead your loyalty to me.”

You stared at him, before you turned your back towards him, mumbling, “Liar.”

He chuckled, and you heard the newspaper crinkle. “I’m not making any jokes. Pledge our loyalty, and you will receive anything you would ever want.”

“Would that include being let go to see my family again?”

“Yes, actually. You would just have to come back when you were done with your visits.”

That caught your attention. He would let you go back? Really? He did say you would go back to him when you were done with your “visits”... but still, better than what the other two were offering.

You thought for a moment before the doubts started to kick in. How do we know he won’t betray you when you do pledge your loyalty to him? How do we know he won’t just keep you here forever? What ounce of trust should we put in him when everyone has kicked us when we were already down?

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, Knull said, “I will give you time for your answer. After all, I have years and years to spare.”

With that he folded the newspaper, setting it down gently, before you saw something spark in his eyes and Rumble returned to his own mind. He sat there unmoving for a few moments, before he sat up and looked at you. “I assume he just wanted to talk?”

You sighed, feeling tired only at 7 in the morning already. “Yes, Rumble, that’s all he came here for.”

He gave a hum of acknowledgment before he got up and walked to the exit to the room. Before he left, however, he said, “Do not be surprised if the water runs out: this was called a temporary enclosure for a reason.”

Before you could say anything, he left you to watch the door again, just before you could ask him to stop calling the home an enclosure, he shut the door softly. You were about to say something, but decided it was not worth it, so instead, you opted to just continue on with what you had to do throughout the day.

~~~~~~~~~

As Rumble looked on as you would clean and dry out clothes on line and leave them for the hot summer day to dry, hopefully by the end of the day, you had mumbled out when first getting out the big hamper. Next to it, you had a couple pieces of clothing sitting in another basket covered by water and soap. Currently, you were wringing out all of the water from a white top, trying to not stretch it out.

Rumble grumble out something, before he heard him in his head:

“Rumble, I would assume you would have the decency to not talk badly about my daughter behind her back.”

Rumble froze up before he quickly set his posture more straightened as he watched you put the shirt on the line, before going to grab another piece of clothing. “No, Lord Knull, I was just noting the… strange enclosure you had chosen for her.”

He heard Knull chuckle, before responding with, “Oh, Rumble, you should know my plan by now.”

Rumble sent a wave of confusion to Knull, indicating that no, he had no idea what his plan was.

Knull simply sighed, before he continued. “I have had plans to bring her to Klyntar, our homeworld, and yet, I have a feeling she will not be able to live there. For a while, I thought I would only be able to visit her through the symbiotes already on earth, or just get there myself, with obvious consequences. However, I’ve found a third option. There is a way to bring her here without having to worry for her safety.”

Suddenly, Rumble received a vision, or more specifically, a live feed of what Knull was looking at. It looked like a symbiote, and yet, it was… odd. It did not have a mind of its own, it's like it was waiting to be filled by something. And this one did not need a host, either. From Knull’s own memories, it seemed he created this one to rely solely on its own, however, for the need to do normal things, it needed someone to fill its mind. Rumble suddenly realized where this was going.

“Lord Knull, you aren’t saying-”

“Yes, I’m saying exactly what you are thinking of.”

Rumble saw Knull walk up to the symbiote, and stroke it with his claw. It did not respond. “This symbiote that I have created will need a mind, someone who has already been born, only their mind. I am planning on giving it to ______ and then letting her rest there, before taking away her body and giving her mind to.... Well, I have not named this one. Maybe I will name it… _______. After her.”

~~~~~~~

You laid the last shirt in the bucket, and when you tried to grab another and felt that there were no more, you sighed and grabbed the dirty water, and poured it out on the grass, not caring if the soap would kill the already dead plants. Then you put the hamper and the bucket on top of each other and carried it back into the house. When you reached the sink, you put the buckets in the sink and turned the tap: only for nothing to come out.

“Do not be surprised if the water runs out: this was called a temporary enclosure for a reason.”

Fucking hell. You got the hamper out and when you saw that it was relatively clean, you let it go, but the dirty water one…

Yeah, you had to clean this before the next laundry day.

It did not help that there were dishes that needed to be washed. You sighed and left the bucket on the counter, and you were about to walk back up to your room, when you had an idea. You walked outside and saw Rumble standing near a cut down tree, waiting for something. Walking up to him, you said, “Hey, Rumble, is there another water source around here?”

He gave you a look, before he said, “Yes, there is one, why must you use it? We will be moving next week to a new location.”

“Well, if it's gonna take a week, I hope you have some form of water to bring up here for the dishes, or showers, or clothes, or-”

“Alright, alright I get it.” he stalked over to you and looked towards another symbiote, probably trying to talk to them before the other symbiote simply nodded and walked to another part of the property.

“I will take you to a river, but after that, the others will gather the water for you, am I clear?”

You nodded. “Good, lets go.”

~~~~~~

Anti-venom stood at the clearing, looking at the decomposing bodies, just two women and two men. He could tell they had been there for more than a week, but not enough for them to completely decompose.

Anti-venom looked around before he tried to smell where they were from. Unfortunately, whoever dumped their bodies was smart in how they covered up the scent. There was almost nothing out here, and with the fact that someone covered up their scent made it more unnerving.

He didn’t try to think of how they died, only giving them his wishes before he started to walk away. Just a couple meters away was a little river that he knew expanded as you went up the stream. He walked over and saw nothing of old blood on the rocks, so they must’ve died somewhere else-

What was that?

He whirled his head towards the start of the river, upwards maybe by a few miles. Even out here, the stench of Knull and his underdogs were there. He growled, remembering how Knull used them for his own gain. He quickly theorized that for some reason, Knull was here and he had killed these people- but why? What would make him do this?

Anti-venom decided to find out on his own, as he started to sprint his way up the river.

~~~~~~

“Why did Lord Knull choose you, anyway?”

“Choose me as what?”

You were currently at the river, cleaning out the dishes in the bucket, and then rinsing them off. Rumble was nearby, sitting in his own little area, and he was also bored. He wanted to know things that Knull would not tell him: would not tell anyone, to be more precise.

You looked back at him, before you turned back to the dishes. “I don’t question it anymore. I never had a choice, I was just… chosen. It’s something I’ve had to get used to for the past months, and even now I don’t have anything to do, anything to say.”

Rumble quirked an eye. “But Lord Knull gave you a choice, did he not?”

“Oh, yeah, please tell me, what did he give me a choice on?”

“On being free to do as you please.”

You stopped washing the little plate you had, and you turned back to face him. “What?”

“He gave you a choice. You could swear loyalty to him, or-”

“Ok, enough with the loyalty bullshit, I’m tired of hearing it.” You had gone back to the dishes, scrubbing furiously at the plate. “I get it, it's a better option than Carnage or Venom, but could I at least have the option of never seeing you fucks ever again?”

Rumble did not say anything more, letting you get out your anger by scrubbing the dishes that were left, and tossing them into the bucket.

When you were finally done, you tried to pick up the bucket, but all of that scrubbing and cleaning made your arms sore. Rumble decided to restore his reputation with you by getting the bucket for you. You didn’t complain, as your arms were extremely sore from your anger washing.

The walk back to the property was peaceful. You weren’t angry at Rumble: to be honest, he was a sweetheart. He would help you out with so many things it was almost unbelievable. He was much more pleasant to be around than Knull, that was for sure.

Even if he had to call Knull “Lord Knull” each time you met, it was fine. The little trail that you two took was getting more smoother as you got closer and closer to the property. When you reached the clearing, you saw the normal sight:

5 symbiotes around the area stalking, waiting. They were most likely on guard, and even then, they had their eyes on you, making sure there was no funny business between you and Rumble.

Walking up to the one story house, you felt… wrong. Of course, this had always felt wrong, but this time it was like someone was watching you from afar. Before you got onto the porch, you turned to look at all the symbiotes watching you. Nothing unusual, the normal amount that would stand guard in this area. Maybe one of them is looking too long, you thought, as Rumble opened the door for you and you both went inside.

Unfortunately, no one noticed the speck of white in the bushes, hiding. Waiting.

~~~~~~~

It was almost time for you to start getting ready for bed. You already had dinner, and now all you needed was just a nice warm bed. You sighed as you made sure everything was in its place, before you walked back in the hallway and into your room. You got out your favorite pair of pajamas, and started to change. You already had a shower last night, it wouldn’t matter if you had one today.

As you changed, your mind went back to the conversation with Knull earlier that day. Would he really let you do whatever you wanted if you just… spared your loyalty, as he called it? Could you see your family and friends again? Could you tell them you were ok and not harmed?

But, he did say that you couldn’t stay there… you would have to go back with him… where did he live, anyway? He was an alien god, so… space? But… where?

Maybe he lived on some random planet and acquired a bunch of power, you had no idea-

“YOU WOULD ALL DARE TO HELP KNULL AND HIS PLANS?!”

That didn’t sound good. You rushed out of your room, pajamas halfway on, and peeked outside of the kitchen window, where you saw everything.

In the middle of the clearing, stood tall and bloody, was another symbiote. He was white with some black accents here and there, and most importantly, he was holding fire.

You already knew that symbiotes didn’t like heat, or fire. Especially not fire.

You remember one time when you tried to escape Eddie with fire. It did not work out well. You were locked in a closet, and fortunately for you, that was where you stored your books.

Anyways, you had no time to think of those times, when you were running from whatever the fuck is going on outside the house. You ran back to your room to put on a shirt, and when you were finished putting on your socks, running was heard from the hallway.

Rumble came through the door and dragged you by your forearm down towards a specific spot in the floor. He then lifted a larger floorboard that revealed a crawl space. He shoved you in, gently as possible, before he said, “Stay. Here. I’ll come for you when I beat him.”

“Who?” You were about to ask, but he slammed the door shut, leaving you to fear for the next few minutes.

You sat there for a few more minutes, before you heard crackling. Crackling of fire. You were desperately trying to open the door, but it seemed to be glued shut: there was nothing that could open it.

At this point, you were starting to cry. The symbiotes couldn’t stand fire, how would they stand this? You were desperate to leave, to escape: you never wanted to be here, with these people who thought they could help you. You wanted to go home, to see your family, friends, the people who loved and cherished you, and actually respected your boundaries.

The door was broken inwards and you felt every muscle in your body stop. You crouched a little from the trap door, hoping they didn’t hear you. From they're desperate steps and quick feet, it was obviously not Rumble or any other symbiote you knew.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the steps went into the hallway. As they walked by, slower, you held your breath. If they found you… well, you knew what happened when new symbiotes would find you.

You let out a silent sigh when they passed the door… only for them to come rushing back. Without even knowing it, they ripped open the trap door, revealing you, tired, scared, and cold.

The symbiote you saw was the exact one that was outside, who was attacking all the other symbiotes.

He looked shocked, as if he didn’t know you were there. “Child…” he asked, as he reached down to try and grab you, “what are you doing in a place like this?”

He picked you up with the utmost gentleness and care, like you would shatter if he just yanked you out. He cradled you within his arms, like you were a baby. He was a giant compared to you, being almost 7 or 8 feet tall.

“Where are your parents?” he asked, taking you with him, walking out of the house. You tried to crawl out of his palm, but he stopped you each time. “I-I don't know.”

He tried to give you a sympathetic look. “Oh, my sweet dear, don’t be afraid. I will k-”

He suddenly jumped into the fire, and you screamed expecting to be burnt along with all the weeds.

However, you didn’t feel anything. Turns out this was because the symbiote had taken you up into the air, so while he was holding you by your waist, he was also holding you out of the reach of the fire. He held his hand up high, not only to make sure that you wouldn’t be hurt, but as you saw Rumble on the ground, close to the fire, you realized it was to get you out of his grip.

“Rumble. You used to be such an open minded symbiote. Now look at you. You are just leeching off of Lord Knull, the one who enslaves you and the rest of our kind!”

The white symbiotes seemingly noticed you again, and said, “and you have the audacity to bring an innocent child into this mess! How dare you!”

With that, he started to walk into the fire, which surprisingly was not burning him. He still held you up high so you wouldn’t be burnt by the flames, which was nice. You looked back at Rumble, who was trying to get up, but the injuries on his legs seemed severe. The fire was closing in on him as well.

You felt bad for him. You reached out, but before you could do anything, Anti venom started to sprint away from the house. The last thing you saw of Rumble was him collapsing onto the ground, broken and beaten.

When you were out of the fire, the symbiote lowered you to his eye level. “My name is Anti-Venom, tiny child. What is yours?”

BONUS:

Rumble sat on the remains of the house: nothing was left of it when Lord Knull appeared. It was a miracle he had even gotten the distress alert, a bigger one he had arrived in time to save rumble himself. Every other symbiote was gone, either from the fire or the white symbiote. Anti-Venom was his name.

“So, you failed at getting back _____ for me?”

“... Lord Knull, I am deeply sorry, but-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses, Rumble, I want to see my daughter! I want to seeher before the other two get her, or worse she falls for that idiotic Anti-Venom, do you hear me?!”

Rumble sat there waiting for Lord Knull to be done with his rant, before he said, “Yes, Lord Knull. I understand.”

Lord Knull stood up and started to walk away. “Good. I will try to locate her myself. In the meantime, find out everything you can about this Anti-Venom. I want his secrets, every dirty little thing about him, do you understand?”

“Yes, Lord Knull, it will be done.”

And with that, Lord Knull was gone, leaving Rumble to dwell in his own failures.

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The Simple Pleasures

Y'all horny bitches out here really liked my first part so, thanks to a lot of requests, here's part two! Months later but life's a bitch so enjoy some smut because we all need it at this point

After finding out your date, the college student Kuroo, had an OnlyFans and quite enjoying its content you called him and told him to pick you up in 30 minutes. Will you manage to keep your lust under control until you get to his place or do you get stuck on the road? (spoiler alert: you park at a gas station)

Genre: Once again it's just pure smut but it has cute moments Pairing: Kuroo x reader Kinks: Actually pretty vanilla, dirty talking, car sex in a public parking lot Words: 8700

Part 1

Clothes were thrown back on and your hair was once again brushed, you had even changed underwear to hide the mess they had become after what you had done on the couch. All the while your eyes flicked to the phone despite the 30 minutes not even being close to being up. But the time that had passed felt like an eternity and it didn’t help with the nervous feeling you had in your chest all the while. The only thing you were able to do was get ready in front of the mirror and go over what had happened, and what will happen, in your head. And when you finally felt ready, you still had 10 minutes left.

You had planned to use the time to cool down, calm yourself and not let it all get to your head. But as soon as you sat down on your couch, your phone was in your hands. You wanted to scroll through social media but instead the onlyfans app teased you, sitting there on your screen. You remembered that while you had scrolled through a couple of Kuroo’s posts, you had hardly seen them all. And what they could contain was too tempting of a question to not find out. And after all, the content was worth $15 and you shouldn’t waste good money.

So you scrolled through it, mindlessly, watching and reading every post. You were tempted to play any video you came across but if you did, you were afraid that you’d get stuck again and miss the real deal pulling up in front of your house. So you held yourself back, though you gave them a longing look whenever they did pop up. And what had started with trying to cool down was now just riling you up once again, pressing your knees together while bouncing one leg in anticipation. Post after post of him in various stages of dress. Some blunt in their intentions, others teasing the viewer with giving them just barely what they wanted. Luckily, it did make those 10 minutes feel like mere seconds.

A notification popped from the top of the screen.

“Come outside”

You didn’t even have to look at who it came from, you already knew.

There was no hesitation when you closed your phone and put it in your pocket, getting up hastily from the couch and immediately heading for the door. You didn’t even bring your bag, just grabbed your jacket as you passed by and opened the door. Suddenly the cold night air hit your body, giving somewhat of a relief compared to the heat that had spread through your blood. And there he was, sitting in the car with the window down.

He leaned back in his seat, his elbow leaning on the door frame and the lights turned on. The yellow light contrasted the blue hue that night brought and outlined him perfectly. His headlights were still on and the red tail lights were reflecting on the black surface of the car. Even from a distance, you could see the smile form on his face as he saw you leave your home. He had been watching the door since he sent the text, just waiting to see you again.

“Jump in!” He half-yelled from his car, giving his car door two light smacks before he retreated back into the car fully, getting ready to drive as soon as you sat down. You noticed even from a distance that he had the radio playing in the background.

You laughed at his enthusiasm and made sure to lock your door quickly, throwing your jacket just lightly over your shoulders to not get too cold. But as soon as you checked the door once and were satisfied, you turned around and jumped down the singular step to the walkway out from your house. You jogged over to his car as he pulled the window back up, running around to the other side while holding onto the collar of your jacket to make sure it didn’t fall off. Opening the door to the car, you once again sat down in the passenger seat that you had occupied just about an hour ago. Its leather had cooled down since then and felt icy against your thighs but it was just as comfortable as you remembered it.

Kuroo watched you as you sat down, just as casually as he had watched you leave his car last time. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on his thigh. He watched quietly as you pulled off your jacket, throwing it in the backseat before you finally made eye contact. His eyes shone when he smiled at you, though there was something else flickering in them, something that wasn’t as innocent as it had been last time.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You replied just as simply as he had, holding the eye contact as you did you while smiling back at him. You had even humorously copied his tone, teasing his ‘smooth’ talk. There was a certain tension in the air, a question on how you should approach this situation. But somehow, it wasn’t as awkward as you had feared. Instead, you felt giddy, butterflies fleeing from your stomach and up into your chest.

The silence between you, leaving space for the music to fully envelop you, only lasted a couple of seconds before you both laughed and broke the intense stare. He looked ahead, to the road and you decided to check your phone quickly to get a feel for the time. Another quiet beat passed.

“You ready to ride?” —he turned his head back to look at you, reaching one hand up to turn off the lights— “In more ways than one?”

Click. The whole car was submerged in darkness. You looked over to him again and he gave you an eyebrow wiggle in the darkness that made you laugh. He clearly felt the tension in the air and you were thankful he was an expert at breaking that kind of stuff. Just another thing you really liked about him.

“I sure hope so.” You joke back, but the way you said it did betray you, showing the nervousness in your voice. Though you may have been confident over the phone, it’s a totally different thing to actually be here.

“Not to worry. We won’t do anything if you're not feeling it. If you want to, we could just drive around and talk. I could show you a route I usually take when I can’t sleep, the lights are really beauti—”

“—No!” You suddenly interrupted, the outburst surprising him. “I… I want to.” You had to explain yourself which was embarrassing but you hoped the darkness might hide the blush. Though you also knew that the darkness couldn’t hide the desperation in your voice. You had clearly been devastated if he thought you didn’t want him to fuck your brains out.

He had stopped every movement the moment you spoke and looked at you with his mouth partially opened. But after you had finished what you wanted to say and it registered in his head what you meant, a shit-eating grin formed on his face. While he had had girls beg for him before, somehow the tone of your voice made pride swell in his chest. He didn’t know what you had found on his onlyfans but it was clear you knew exactly how you wanted him and he always said he aimed to please.

“Alright. Sounds good. But I need to do something before we get going.” You looked at him, a little worried about what he meant. But he reached his hand out towards you and you didn’t move. You thought he was going to cup your face again like he had done when he kissed you last time, but he reached behind your head, letting his fingertips drag across the sensitive skin beneath and behind your ear. You leaned a little forwards to give him space as his fingers lightly grabbed the back of your neck and head. The feeling was distracting but light enough to send a shiver down your spine. And then he pulled.

Your lips met over the center console as he had leaned it to meet you in the middle. His head was tilted a little to comfortably kiss you and you naturally did the same to the opposite, closing your eyes as he had done. His lips felt the same as they had done earlier tonight, but instead of butterflies fluttering, it was now like electricity bouncing between you. His lips were hot and soft to the touch, slowly but passionately connecting to yours. You did your best to reciprocate, one of your own hands moving up to carefully touch his neck with the tips of your fingers. After a moment, you could feel his tongue teasingly peek out from his lips. You knew what he wanted and you happily opened your mouth, letting your tongues play with each other.

The feeling built up within you and after a particularly pleasurable move, you couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan. You knew Kuroo had heard it too as he pulled back from the kiss, disconnecting from you and letting the sound from the radio tune back in again. He chuckled as he let his eyes wander over your face, which was now looking part confused and part disappointed. You looked needy.

“I can’t fucking wait to make you moan properly.” He said quietly, his eyes meeting yours. And you could see he meant it. You didn’t even know what to say, evidenced by the fact that your mouth just fell open ever so slightly. At the sight, he began laughing and pulled his hand away, sitting properly in his seat once again. “You look just like the first time I kissed you.”

“I do not!” You protest even though you couldn’t possibly know how you had looked back then. “Plus, you can’t just say that and expect me to know what to say!”

You leaned back in your seat while he shifted out of parking, finally getting the car to move out of the space in front of your house. At the movement, you had to stop pouting and instead put on your seatbelt.

“Why not? I thought you liked the dirty talk. I mean why else would you call me all hot and bothered after you found my onlyfans. It’s how I act in my videos.” You could hear the smile in his voice, his eyes now focused on the road in front of the car as he sped up.

The orange road lights sped past the car, casting long shadows along the road. The only lights inside the car was the dashboard, though it didn’t reach further than Kuroo’s hands. Your eyes drifted to the road, noticing the lack of cars out at this time. It was comforting knowing it was just you and him out here right now. You could still feel your lips tingling after his kisses. The whole scene felt a little surreal in the way car rides at night did.

“Okay, fine, I do like it.” You admitted, exasperated as you leaned your head back. Mostly because he was right.

“Of course you do.” Cocky bastard. “But what was it that made you so wet?” He didn’t even glance your way as he spoke.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it kinda obvious…” You lowered your voice a little, embarrassed to be asked such a specific question. And you knew that if you had to explain yourself, the images you had seen of him would start flashing in your mind again.

“Sure, but I want to hear you say it.” He finally looked over to you briefly, moving his hand from the gear stick to your thigh before he looked back to the road. “Let’s me know exactly what you want me to do to you.”

He squeezed your thigh softly to make a point and you couldn’t help but press your legs together in response. You had to take a moment to reorganize your thoughts before you could speak again.

“Well, I… I dunno.” You hesitated to tell him, you didn’t quite know why. But you tried to explain anyway. “I liked the way you… talked I guess.”

“Talked?”

“Yeah. You sounded so certain, I trusted you even though you weren’t there. And how easy you made it to follow whatever you asked me to do.” –You closed your eyes as you kept talking, thinking back to when you were laying on the couch– “And the little growl to your voice was so fucking hot. Not to mention your hands, I kept imagining how they’d travel up my thighs and touch me. And when you started to get into it, you could hear how turned on you were. T–that’s what I liked about your videos.” You opened your eyes again, remembering where you were, and looked to him.

He was just grinning, having leaned even further back in his seat comfortably. His hand was still on your thigh and you could feel how warm it was as he had grabbed onto you just a little harder.

“Oh, so you’re into that type-a thing, huh. That’s cute.” –He seemed pleased with himself while he spoke–“I can do that kind of stuff. I mean, if we’re going to be honest here, I’ve wanted to have you under me since the moment you opened your mouth when we first met.”

“Seriously?” You didn’t quite know how to react, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Yeah, of course. You were so well spoken and sweet, I wanted to hear how you’d sound all fucked up. When you’d cum three times already and I hadn’t even put my dick in you yet kind of fucked up. I wanted to hear you mewl and beg for me but being unable to make a proper sentence.” He let his eyes flicker to you for a moment again “I want to see you unravel under me.”

You sat quietly for a minute, his words burning inside of you like hot iron, melting and dripping down to your core.

“How long until we’re at your place?” You ask, staring straight ahead.

“Mh… Maybe 20 minutes? Why?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the road either. But he had a feeling he knew where you were going with this.

“Pull over…”

“Oh? Why? Are you getting a little too impatient, kitten?” He smirked, his hand slowly traveling up your leg.

“Yes. So unless you want to become a traffic hazard, you should find somewhere to pull over.” You seemed determined in your request, maybe because you had finally made up your mind.

“Alright, alright. Give me a second, princess.”

He takes his hand off of your thigh, letting it hold onto the wheel as he waited to find a good place to park the car. The two of you drove along the road in a heavy silence, one filled with hot tension that circulated in the car with each breath one of you took. It would be impossible for you to say how long it lasted, your mind a little hazy, but it must’ve been less than 20 minutes since Kuroo turned on the turning signal without any houses in sight. His eyes were focused on a glow by the side of the road, a gas station which was still open in the dark of night. Your eyes followed the road as the car turned off from the main road, your heartbeat sounding louder than the rhythmic beats of the music. The light suddenly shifted as the road lights stopped appearing beside the car, engulfing it in darkness and laying like a heavy blanket over you. Only did it lift when you drove up closer to the station, it’s bright light blue shine partially lifting the darkness.

You realized Kuroo’s plan only when he had gotten off the main road, your eyes widening as you turned your head to look at him.

“Wait are you going to park here?” There was a surprised and worried tone in your voice.

“I planned on it. You wanted me to park as soon as possible, so here we are.” He sounded calm in contrast to you, driving up to the allotted parking lot just meters away from the building.

“But it’s still open, what if someone comes outside?”

“At this time? I doubt it, even if they did, I don’t think they’re gonna look through the window. That’d be pretty intrusive don’t you think? But… If you’re not into it, then we could check somewhere else, dear. Though I dunno how far away that is.”

He parked the car on one of the spots, the front of the vehicle facing the road you had just been driving on and with the gas station visible in the rearview mirror. He made sure the car was properly parked before turning to you, placing one hand on the back of your chair like people do when they reverse. But instead, he looked at you, waiting for a response. A decision needed to be made.

“Well…”—you bit your lower lip briefly—”Fine. But I blame you if we get caught.” You tried looking threatening but he just smiled back at you, forcing you to hold back your own smile. At the decision, he took off his seatbelt and you quickly followed after.

“That’s fair. But c’mon…”—He turned back to you and leaned in, the light from the gas station illuminated half of his face and made his cat-like eyes gleam in the otherwise dark space—”Isn’t the risk a little thrilling.”

“I just think you like the attention, Kuroo, from what I’ve seen from your onlyfans.” You teased, leaning in to meet him midway between the seats.

“Touché, at least I know you like watching.” He retorted a final time before he pressed his lips to yours, shutting the both of you up as you once again melded together.

The car’s engine was still running, a soft hum heard underneath the bass of the song playing at that very moment. But it wasn’t like the two of you were listening, instead too focused on the other person. The kisses exchanged were much like the earlier ones, hot and a little demanding. His hand had left your seat and instead found its place on the side of your neck, much like before, but this time it traveled even further up, lacing your hair between his long fingers. The feeling made goosebumps cascade down your arms and neck, forcing you to take a sharp intake of air through your nose.

The makeout session was dizzying, had you let your emotions lead then you would’ve said you even struggled with what side was up, too lost in the feeling to care about that or anything else. Or at least you thought so, until your back and neck started to ache, not used to the weird angle you were kissing in. And having to lean over the middle part forced you to put a lot of weight on your back muscles. At first, it was just a small tension and you ignored it, but when you started to feel the lactic acid course through said muscles you had to pull away, as much as you hated it.

“Mgh? You okay?” Kuroo asked caringly, almost whispering.

“Yeah I’m totally okay. Or, well, I am but leaning like this is getting really uncomfortable.” You said, leaning back in your seat and stretching your muscles to help relax them again.

“Oh! Well that’s an easy fix then.” He seemed relieved that it wasn’t anything too bad.

“Hm?”

“Come here.” He patted his thighs with both hands, giving you a deceivingly innocent grin. You looked at him like he was crazy.

“What? You want me to climb over there? I’m not that graceful.”

“Oh come on, not everything about sex can be graceful or the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, you gotta be able to laugh and look a little funny. Plus, it’ll be super hot when you’re actually on my lap, no?”

“... You drive a hard bargain, sir. … Fine.”—You give in, since his idea did indeed sound enticing— “But you gotta help me over.”

“Say no more, kitten.” He smiled and held out a hand for you to grab.

You took his hand and crawled up on your seat before carefully doing your best to move over the centerpiece, all the while trying to keep your balance. You felt a little silly doing the whole thing but Kuroo was there to help you the whole time, being nothing but suppotiv—

“Hey, be careful with the seat.” He interrupted your appreciative thoughts with a comment, obviously just teasing you.

“Shut up, asshole.” You tried to hide your laugh, you had always found his type of humor amusing.

“Wouldn’t dick be a better insult in this situation? With context and all.”

“You’re so annoying.”

You finally managed to get over to his side, letting your ass fall onto his lap. Suddenly the light of the gas station was in front of you, only covered by Kuroo and his seat. But this gave him the most ethereal outer glow to him and if he wasn’t so annoying, you would probably have been awestruck. You let go of his hands, using one of them to cover his mouth while the other was placed on his shoulder. Kuroo’s hands found your thighs, starting just above your knee and running upwards. The soft friction of his hands on your thighs as they moved made heat move along with them and settle comfortably in your lower belly. You pushed your ass down a little in appreciation, grinding against his black jeans. At the movement, you could feel his smile beneath your hand.

“Hah, maybe I should keep my hand like this while we continue.” You challenged him with your words, though it wasn’t obviously serious. But of course you wanted to push back a little, you couldn’t just let him have his way, it would be too embarrassing to just let him take your control. It was a little scary. But Kuroo didn’t mind, he just had to make you want to give your control to him.

His hand went up and over your ass, sadly not spending any more time there as he moved to hold your hips in his big hands. He sank down a little in his seat, giving himself some space to move his hips. You looked at him, a little confused as he had shifted down every so slightly. Until he lifted his hips and pushed you down with his hands, grinding against your clothed core. But the friction was enough to shoot pleasure up your spine, surprising you. The sound you made was halfway between a gasp and a moan, the hand over his mouth lifting from his mouth. He took the moment to grab the wrist of the hand which had covered his mouth and held it softly, all the while still rolling his hips against you.

“Awh, baby don’t be so mean.” He leaned in to give a light peck to the corner of your lips, then your cheek and temple while chuckling. You gave in and giggled at his ticklish kisses. His actions seemed innocent but while you were busy, he moved his mouth to your ear. “And don’t you want my mouth all over you?”

You froze, the words in your ear reminding you of the videos he published. The voice dropped down from his normal one, to the point where the rasp he always had in his voice was elevated. And with that, imagery from how you had imagined him eating you out inside this very car flashed in your mind. It sent a strong shiver down your spine, making your back arch ever so slightly. Kuroo couldn’t help but feel it.

“Ah, so we liked that did we?” He smirked as he gauged your reaction, taking you in as your confident facade fell and instead you looked at him with big, almost innocent eyes.

His lips returned to your skin, kissing your neck with gradually hotter kisses. What started out as soft, slow pecks turned into open mouthed kisses. His tongue dragged across your skin, from the base of your neck to just under your ear. Your breathing became deep, only shuddering when he stopped to give a certain spot more attention. He was slow in his movement, caring and loving as he sucked on your neck, his own breathing feeling cool compared to your hot skin. And while your mind was focused on his lips against your neck, you were also aware of his hand letting go of your wrist and moving to your waist and his thumb moving under the edge of your shirt. It rubbed small circles on your skin, getting you used to the feeling. But since you didn’t react or stop his hand, he let it run further up, soon his whole hand was traveling up your side. It lifted your shirt with it, letting the air in the car seep under and onto your skin. Your mouth was slightly parted while your eyes were half lidden, following the mess of black hair moving around your neck and upper chest.

“Can we take this off?” He pulled away briefly and met your eyes.

“Ah, sure…” You sounded a little breathy as you replied.

“And… the shorts too?” He asked, greedy to see more of your body, all the while smiling innocently.

“Fine.” You smiled back at him, running a hand through his messy, black locks. He didn’t waste any time pulling your shirt up and off you, his golden eyes roaming the new area of skin with a hungry look. He even managed to sneak a couple kisses in along your collarbone as his hand fiddled with the buttons to your shorts. You grabbed his hands and he looked up at you, a little confused. “But your clothes gotta go too.”

You sounded a little embarrassed at asking him to strip, but it was only fair. And it wasn’t like Kuroo had any problem with it. He didn’t even reply and just pulled his shirt off without hesitation, throwing the white T-shirt into the backseat somewhere. You had already seen his upper chest in many pictures, but as you were now almost pressed against it, it was much more amazing. You watched his chest rise and fall in deep, slow breaths. He didn’t seem nearly as pent up as you were, but you could already feel something press against your shorts which told you a different story. Maybe it wasn’t noticeable thanks to his fitness or maybe he was just able to keep his cool better than you. Not that it mattered when you splayed your hands across his pecs, feeling his heat creep into the palms of your hands. His confident smile showed his teeth as he watched you stare.

But despite how much he enjoyed your awed looks, he once again took hold of the upper edge of your shorts, his fingers quickly undoing the button and zipper. You let him, gliding your hands back up to his shoulders to give him a better view. Once your shorts were undone he started trying to pull them down, despite still having you in his lap.

“Maybe this lap thing wasn’t such a good idea.” You mutter, raising yourself onto your knees slightly to help him.

“Eh, it’s fine. Just… lean back a little.” —He kept looking down, pulling on your pants the best he could without hurting you— “And pull up your knees to your chest.”

You didn’t expect it to work but did your best to comply, once again sitting down on his lap as you started to lean back. You even started to shift so you could pull up your knees like he asked. But before you could get the shorts off, you leaned back a little mor—

HOOOONK

Your back pressed against the steering wheel and activated car horn. The loud sound made you both jump and you leaned as far forward as you could, pressing yourself against Kuroo. It took a moment before either of you realized what had happened, but as you did, you looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“That scared the shit out of me.” You said after you both had calmed down a bit.

“Yeah, maybe undressing in the front seat wasn’t a good idea…” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“Backseat then?”

“Backseat.”

He helped you back to your seat before he got out of his side, not caring that he wasn’t wearing a shirt in the middle of the night in a gas station parking lot. You at least grabbed your shirt and held it to your chest as you stepped out of the car. You both looked at each other over the roof of the car and just laughed to yourselves, Kuroo even threw a look towards the lit up building to make sure no one was eyeing the two of you. You had already gotten inside the car again when he opened the door and climbed inside too.

Neither of you spoke as you started the annoying work of crawling out of your pants, shoes and underwear. Just throwing glances at the other as more and more of them were exposed.

It didn’t take long until you both sat there, naked and leaning on opposite doors just looking at each other. It was a little chilly in the car and the music was still playing from the radio in the front, none of you having thought of turning it off in your need to feel each other. His eyes were looking you up and down, silent and analysing. You could almost feel the hot trail of his burning eyes on you. You did the same, though you doubt you looked as intense as he did. His thighs instantly caught your attention, toned and thick. One leg was hanging off the seat, the other foot was resting flat on the seat. Resting on its knee was his arm, casually hanging there while he used the other arm to cushion his head from the cold window behind him. Not to mention his dick which was standing, lean and just as big as you had guessed it to be. He looked sort of like the sculptures from ancient Rome, the way his muscled body was leaned back and with how heavenly the light shone around him.

“Well…” —He tilted his head a little to the side, like a cat when they’re watching its prey —”Are you going to come over here or do you want me to crawl over to you?” He raised his eyebrow, smiling while he waited for your answer.

But you couldn’t come up with any. Your brain had finally short circuited which just left you with a semi-opened mouth and wide, dumbfounded eyes.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

He moved forwards, holding onto the back of the seat as he raised himself above you. You could see his shoulder muscles moving just below his skin as he reached out his other hand to grab your ankle. He really did look like a predator and you felt like a prey in the best way possible. You let out a small gasp as he pulled you towards him but let him open your legs without any resistance. He looked down at your pussy, taking in a deep breath as he took it all in. He had moved so your ass was dragged up on his lap with your head laying on the seat, forcing you to look up at him.

“You look so pretty like this…” —He teased, his hands running up the underside of your thigh and calf, placing one leg over his shoulder while the other wrapped around his waist —“And look how wet you are.”

His smile looked a little wicked as he wrapped an arm around your thigh, slowly letting his thumb slide from your entrance up to your clit. It became covered in your juices and you arched your back, trying to hold back the moan that his action created. He glanced at your face to gauge your reaction before doing it again, this time pressing a little harder. You whimpered this time, closing your eyes.

“Princess, you gotta look at me.” He wasn’t too happy about you trying to avoid looking at what he was doing to you. So he pressed his thumb to you again, this time circling your clit instead of making contact with it, much to your disappointment.

You shook your head a little and heard him sigh above you. Suddenly you felt teeth against your inner thigh and sharp, though mild, pain. You yelped and opened up your eyes in shock, looking at him finally. He did waste anytime once he met your eyes to start rubbing your clit quickly and with purpose. This time you couldn’t hide your moan as it escaped your lips and bounced around his car. He didn’t let up, he didn’t give you a break.

You curled your toes and lifted your hips to chase after his touch. He didn’t say anything, focused on kissing and biting your inner thigh as his fingers kept working your clit. You watched him watching you, your eyes struggling to stay open just as he had told you. The prior teasing had made you sensitive and you felt yourself rush towards the familiar high, towards what would be the second climax this evening. But he felt your muscles tense and your nearly stilling breath told him just where he had you, and before you could fall off the edge… His fingers left you.

“You’re so sensitive, kitten…” — you could feel the vibrations of his laugh against the soft skin of your thigh— “But I don’t want this to be just your regular orgasm.”

You whined and moved your hips helplessly, the leftover energy in your body bouncing around inside of you with nowhere to go. Despite the soft smile Kuroo gave you, his eyes were that of a greedy, unforgiving torturer. And so he hooked his arm under the leg around his thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder as well. You just compiled, doing your best to help him from the position you were in, a little dazed.

“Good girl.”

He didn’t look at your face anymore, instead feasting his eyes on your cunt which was now up near his face. Your wetness had spread out around your pussy and your upper inner thighs and he lavished in the knowledge he had messed you up so badly. He could’ve kept admiring the view until you made a displeased noise.

“Are you just gonna keep staring or what? It’s cold…” You spoke softly and it lacked any edge, sounding less annoyed and more disappointed. He snapped out of his trance and chuckled.

“Of course, baby, I was just admiring how pretty you looked like this… maybe I should take a pic for my Onlyfans?” He teased you and you used as much strength as you dared to kick his back with your heel, making him flinch and laugh. “Ow- Hey I’m just kidding!”

He caressed your leg with his hand and finally lowered his head, his tongue falling out of his mouth to meet with your entrance. He pressed the wet muscle between your lower lips, and with one broad lick went the whole length of your quim. You could even hear a quiet moan from deep in his chest before he raised his head a little again.

“I want this all for myself anyways.”

The way he said it, a quiet sort of lovingly possessive tone, made you shiver. You didn’t have the time to reply as he repeated the action once more and then another. He kept eating at your core, sporadically sucking on your clit or dipping his tongue deep in your honeypot. And when he felt like you were getting too riled up, he’d slow down to a painfully docile speed, watching you with those bright eyes. Your whole body tensed at the pressure, your arms going up above your head to press against the car door on your side.

You looked up at him again and a false memory flashed in your head.

Maybe he’d do it in the back of his car, the one he took you home in. Parked just outside your house after a date, you two would be crammed into the back. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, the blood rushing to your head from the angle he was holding them up at. Your hands were pushing against the door from the inside, stuck staring at him as he ate you out. Slowly and calculating. He was taking his sweet time with you, his tongue gently circling your bundle of nerves. He was doing it hard enough to make your hips twitch and your mouth whine but not enough to rile you up further than that. If you were starting to zone out too far he’d introduce his fingers to you again. Pushing two inside with ease and fucking you with them until you were raising your hips even further and about to cum. Then he’d pull away fully, leaving you to fall from your high in the matter of seconds. All because he wanted you to watch him properly as he made it all start over again.

The fantasy that you had imagined just an hour or so ago. A random thought that some perverted god out there fulfilled. And for just a short moment, you thought that maybe wishes do come true if you just wish hard enough.

Suddenly pain shot from your clit, jolting you back into the moment. Kuroo was frowning, pinching your clit softly with his fingers.

“Y/n, focus.” He reprimanded you as if you had been doodling in class.

“I am.” You replied breathlessly, wearing a frown yourself at his silly comment.

“You weren’t, I could see it in your eyes.” — he started rubbing your button again while he spoke — “Here, I’ll give you a good reason to lose your mind.” He smiled again and dove back in with his mouth, pressing his tongue against your clit and moved his fingers. He let a finger slip in easily, and then a second, gradually picking up a steady pace. You clenched around his fingers instinctively but that didn’t stop him.

You tried to give him a witty response but as soon as you opened your mouth, the only thing that came out of it was moans and whines in time with your quick breaths. The knot in your abdomen had started tightening again. And you prayed that he would let you tip off the edge this time.

He was relentless, steady and stubborn in his ways and you were powerless under him, your nails digging into the material. Your back arched more and more the closer you came to your climax. And he watched you carefully, he had been since you entered his car, always gauging your reaction. And it made you feel like you were going up in flames, the heat of your bodies fogging up the windows of the car.

His tongue kept circling your clit and you gripped his fingers as hard as you could to the point you could feel each knuckle going in and out of you. You were reaching a peak.

“Kuroo… I-I’m about to-”

“I know, babygirl, go ahead.” He momentarily disconnected his mouth to speak before going back at it with doubled motivation.

And with his promise to let you cum, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, holding it as all your nerves lit up. Your whole body was tense, hard wound as you prepared for the inevitable. Your legs closed around his head, your soft thighs pressing against the sides of his head. And when it finally came, only seconds later, you could feel yourself fall from the edge, the familiar sensation of climax washing over your body in hard waves, spasming around his digits. He never stopped, helping you ride it all out until your body collapsed onto the seat. You cracked your eyes back open just as he pulled his head away, the last thing leaving you being his tongue.

He was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

He softly lowered your body, removing your legs from his shoulders with utmost care before using one hand to wipe your wetness from his face. Leaning down, he placed soft kisses to your lips which you returned, though exhausted. Despite how heavy your arms felt, you even raised them to wrap around his upper body and let your fingers trace down the middle of his back, feeling every bump of his spine.

“You still down for more?” He whispered, checking in on your energy level.

You gave one last, slow kiss to his lips before replying

“Of course, I haven’t been staring at your dick on onlyfans all night just to leave it hard and dry.” You smiled, looking up at him.

“Fuck, that’s just what I wanted to hear.” He grinded his hips against yours just to prove his point.

He pulled you up against his chest much easier than you thought and pushed both of you closer to the door, letting you rest your back against it. You shifted a little, getting comfortable in the new position, moving your legs to let one wrap around his waist and the other hang off the seat

He looked down on himself and grabbed his dick, pumping it a couple of times with his fist before he positioned it in front of your drenched hole which was more than ready to take him. He edged the tip just past your folds before looking up to your face, his hand leaving a trail of goosebumps as it moves from your waist, up your chest and to the side of your face. He used his thumb to gently rub your cheek as he slid more and more of him into you. He didn’t hesitate as it easily slid to the hilt, freezing his movements as a shuddering breath left him when he felt your pussy around his cock. It felt like the whole world was spinning around the car, your head light and airy as you watched the man in front of you. His eyes had fallen to watch the place where the two of you were connected, his chest heaving with each deep breath. You even saw a smile form on his face.

“Hah… You feel so fucking good y/n. Such a good girl.” —he used his legs to raise himself up a bit to get a better angle before he slowly pulled back out to just the tip— “I want to ruin you so badly…”

Your eyes widened by the carnal tone of his voice before gasping as he slammed back into you. He repeated the action again and again, his need to fuck your brains out in the forefront of his mind as he pounded into you. He had been so soft and careful until now but as soon as you gave him a finger, he took the whole hand and you didn’t blame him. This whole time had been about your pleasure that now that it was finally his turn he was nearly desperate. You could feel it in the way he moved, the way he put his back into it, savoring every inch of your warm embrace.

The light from the outside was shining in again, hitting the side of his body and reflecting off his sweaty skin, giving him a white, holy glow despite the utterly sinful way he was looking down on you. You bounced on his dick, doing your best to stay steady against his merciless speed, taking hold of the seat beneath you with both hands and holding yourself up while he gripped your hips and pulled you against him.

“You’re clenching around me so hard right now, kitten, ah... does it feel good? Because it… fuck… it feels so fucking good right now. You’re so amazing, and beautifull and” —it sounds like he’s about to say something else before something suddenly clicks within him and he presses his face next to your ear and growls— “and all fucking mine”

His voice dropped low and sent a shiver down your spine and right into your abdomen, adding yet another drop to the cup of your steadily filling need. He slams his open palm against the foggy window besides your head and any cohesive thoughts sound far away. All you can perceive is the steady, hot pounding of his cock and the grunts he lets out right besides your ear together with the music sounding like white noise from the radio in the front. You couldn’t even care less if you wake up tomorrow with random bruises or sore muscles from today. All you care about is him.

Him and how he makes you feel.

“Princess… rub your clit for me” He speaks but you can’t react, lost in the moment. So he takes one of your hands and moves it to your own cunt. “Come on, y/n, do it for me.”

You can still not quite come to but you get the hint and let your fingers find your still sensitive clit. Your breath catches in your throat as electricity shoots from where your fingers touched, the feeling nearly too much for you to continue and you hesitate.

“Don’t you- ah fuck… don’t you dare stop now, baby. “ He guides your fingers with his thumb, boldly pressing them right against your clit and you whine loudly, to which he quiets you with a kiss while continuing to guide your fingers in circles. To help you with the overstimulation, he decides to give more stimulation to something else and angles his hips just a little higher, aiming it to hit where your g-spot should be. And it hits.

You cry out in pleasure as both your sensitive spots are played with as he keeps pulling you down on his cock, letting the edge of the head rub against your inner walls as you start desperately moving your fingers by yourself. He seems pleased as he focuses on his own movements again, his lips finding your open neck while your head is thrown back. He sucks hard, unable to regulate his strength as his mind is filled with pleasure. But the pain misinterprets in your own head as more pleasure and drives you even more crazy, your adam's apple bobbing as you swallow hard.

“Are you going to cum for me again?” —He breathes against your neck and you nod repeatedly.— “which number is this, have you kept track?” He taunts you.

“T..the third time…” You say, forgetting that he couldn’t have known about the time you masturbated to his videos.

“Third time? ...Don’t tell me you made yourself cum to my videos, did you? Hahah...Was that the real reason you called me, because you couldn’t get yourself off as good as you just thought I could? I can’t say I’m ah... surprised, I mean you sounded like you needed to be fucked even over the phone”

His words were sharp and dripping with lust, slowly filling you with his dirty talk and bringing you even closer to cumming.

“I’m…. Kuroo I’m about to cum again...”

“Of course you are, go on, cum on me, kitten. Keep rubbing that cute clit of yours while I fuck you sore.”

He sped up even further as you rubbed your clit just like he said. You placed your other hand on his shoulder and dug your nails into his skin, surely leaving crescent marks after you. But you didn’t care, you just wanted to feel your body fall off again. And you wanted to feel him fall with you into that deep whirlpool of ecstasy and lust. You circled your hips, winding up that aching need inside you but you tried to hold out, waiting for him.

But it proved too hard, he just kept going without showing a single sign of needing to stop any time soon. And when he kissed you again, passionate and hard, your mind exploded into a million pieces. Your whole body jerked and pulsed and the corners of your vision blacked out and left you with the piercing yellow eyes that watched you almost calmly despite his merciless pace. You rode out another high with his help, thinking that he’d come to his end too. But he kept going, the numb feeling your climax had left you with suddenly turned into painful pleasure.

“I-it’s too much…! K-kuroo!” Tears started prickling your eyes and you sharply pulled your hand from your clit and held onto his other shoulder with it too. But Kuroo couldn’t let you have that and replaced your hand with his own.

“Just a little more, a little more and you’re done. You're clenching around me so hard right now, it’s so fucking hot.” He reassured you, pressing his forehead against yours as he was on the verge himself.

You nodded and closed your eyes, allowing him to do as he wished with your body. But it felt like forever, as if your orgasm had never stopped and just kept going with every pulse of your racing heartbeat. With every breath from the man on top of you, with every rub of your clit, with every car passing by on the street below the parking lot.

“Cum in me, Kuroo, please.” You managed to get out between breaths, a carnal need for him pushing you to speak as you felt him lose his rhythm and focus on the situation.

“As you fucking wish, kitten.”

You felt him sheath himself as deep into as he could before freezing in place, closing his eyes and pinching his brows with his mouth falling open while one hand held you in place, the other pushing you over what you can only guess was your fourth orgasm but it all blurred together in the heat of it all. You could feel Kuroo’s dick pump his seed into you, the warmth almost burning thanks to how sensitive you were.

And when he finished, he collapsed on top of you. You took his weight, wrapping your arms around his neck with a silly smile on your face. Both of your eyes were closed as you got your grasp on reality again.

“That was…. addictive… I think I’m addicted.” he mumbled in your neck, giving it slow kisses as he got his energy back.

“And you were way better than the pictures, and that’s pretty impressive.”

“Hah, thanks… You want something to drink or eat? I could get something from the gas station.”

You lightly slapped the back of his head.

“Ack-! Just joking, again.”

“I don’t think I could imagine facing them ever again. I’d die of embarrassment.” You lean your head back against the window and turn it to get a glance outside of the fogged up window, seeing the handmark he had left.

“Hey, you were the one who couldn’t wait until we got to my place.” —he reminded you— “Hm, about that actually. How about a breakfast date tomorrow?”

You make a questioning sound and try to look at his face, to which he finally raises it and faces you.

“You could sleep at my place aaaand then we could head to this cute pancake place I know in the morning.”

“You just wanna do this again in a proper bed, don’t you.” You could read his cheeky grin like he was an open book.

“What, me? Nooo. But if you wanna do it again then I’m down.”

You don’t even say anything and instead try to hide the giggles that leaks out between loving kisses.

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Let Chaos Reign

Chapter 4- People Of Earth

Summary: On the run from the Avengers in your search for a way off Earth, you meet some mortal annoyances along the way until a certain blue eyed human is able to find you wandering in the forest. But can he convince you to come back to the Avenger’s base with him?

Warning: action, blood, fighting, Bucky doing his best, slight fluff

Masterlist - Chapter 3

So Bucky had been thinking.

If finding Y/N was only as easy as looking at her red dot on the tracker, then damn, he could just teleport to her no problem. Unfortunately the worlds technology hasn't yet reached Star Trek technological advancements, nor can he teleport. It's been a long hectic couple days trying to find her which is starting to drive Bucky up a wall, how is she so sneaky? He can literally see her location at all times but yet she's evaded him at all costs without even trying, she doesn't even know a tracker is attached to the inside of her jacket.

And the team, they haven't been much help at all. They've decided to listen to Fury's orders and stay clear of Bucky's mission when it comes to finding the escaped demigod and bringing her back to the Avenger's base. A lot of help they are. At least Steve checks in for updates when he's not getting pulled into a training session by any particular person of the hour. Maybe the tracker doesn't even work. Maybe?

No, it's Stark made. It has to work, this problem is simply Y/N.

Bucky pulls off to the side of the road near a little park in some rural town way outside of New York City where he knows Y/N went through not even twenty-three hours ago. He opens his door, slamming it shut in frustration before taking in a big breath of fresh air. The day is slightly overcast yet he doesn't appear to mind it at all, having the hot sun blaring down upon him never feels very pleasant. Then again, maybe he's just more familiar with colder temperatures.

A crow flies down across the vacant road from him, it ignores Bucky as it jumps onto the road in order to pick at some road kill of a dead flattened squirrel. Bucky reverts his gaze when his eyes soon land upon a bent wooden telephone line further up the road where it looks like a car ran right into it. Wanting to stretch his legs for a bit and feed into his curiosity, Bucky jogs across the street and over to the area of flattened grass and wood splinters.

He observes the wreckage. Its just as he saw from farther away, a splintered post with pieces of wood spread across the grass from the impact. A couple glass chunks shimmer in the few rays of sunlight peeking out from behind the clouds. There are tire marks imprinted into the mudded ground leading up to the post, he crouches down to get a better look at the source of impact.

A dog barks in the background, its legs getting closer and closer to Bucky until a wet slobbery nose finds its way onto Bucky's right arm. The face of a golden retriever greets him as a young man races to the spot looking very embarrassed.

"Trout! Get away from the man, be nice! Be nice! He might not want your kisses!" He shouts desperately, "Trout!"

Bucky pets the friendly dog while his owner runs to their spot before standing to greet him, "He's fine, don't worry about it."

The red faced man smiles shyly, "I'm so sorry. He gets so excited whenever there's a stranger around I just don't understand it."

Bucky shakes his head, "It's fine, really. I like dogs."

The dog sniffs around Bucky's boots before sniffing the skid marks, "Oh I'm Gio by the way, sorry about my boy Trout. I love him but he can be a lot."

"Hi." Mutters Bucky, "I'm James."

"Nice to meet you..oh..Trout drop that piece of wood you nucklehead it's sharp!" The dog stops before dropping the wood, it starts sniffing around the grounds again. Gio looks at Bucky, "It's too bad what happened here, just last night too. Thank God nobody died! It's just unfortunate."

"What happened?"

Gio nods towards the splintered pole, "Some nutcase ran out in front of the guy driving and then bam, he just swerved to miss 'em and ended up totaling his car and getting a bruised collar bone. He's my neighbor. Poor guy, never got a proper look at the idiot who did it either so there's no one to blame."

Bucky's brows furrow, "No one saw who ran in front of your friend?"

Gio stops a second to think harder on the matter, "Hmm...okay wait a second Nick did say this person moved like faster then a frickin' deer. They were here one second and gone the next, right into the woods."

"Where is Nick now? Is he okay?"

"Oh yeah he's fine, just chillin' in his hospital bed for another day until his headache goes away. Guess he also got a concussion or something, some shit luck I tell you."

"Thank you, I gotta go." Says Bucky quickly before turning on his heels and jogging across the street. Leaving a very confused Gio to go run after his dog again.

There's a hefty possibility that Y/N had absolutely nothing to do with anything surrounding that crash, however, Bucky has to know. He pulls into the Westonville Hospital before Winter Soldier sneaking his way inside and now here he stands on the other side of the door to Nick's room, 213. He knocks, a man answers and says to come in, Bucky does. Shutting the door right after.

The man lays upright in bed, sipping on a juice box as he quickly locks eyes with Bucky. "Hello." Says the twenty-something year old, "You a nurse?"

Bucky could have laughed, "No. Just here to ask you a couple questions."

"Listen man, the police already got my statement. I wasn't drunk...nor on anything at the time. I don't do that shit while driving, I wanna stay alive okay?"

"Right." Mutters Bucky, "I just want to know if you saw this person who caused you to wreck."

He eyes Bucky suspiciously, "Dude are you with the FBI or something? Cause the police think I just saw a deer but I'm telling you it wasn't a deer okay?"

"What was it then?"

The man looks from the door then back to Bucky, he makes a waving motion for him to walk closer, "Dude, this was some lady. She was so fast I never even saw her till she was almost road kill...then....and you're not gonna believe me....then I swear to God, she pushed my car." Whispers Nick before nodding, "Dude that's how I went into the pole, she pushed me and I lost control and BAM! Right into a pole. Asshole, my damn car is fucked."

"Do you know what she looked like?" Nick then proceeds to give an accurate description of you and all your beautiful chaotic-ness, who's apparently still not very fond of human transportation vehicles.

Bucky then glances from Nick still rambling about you and what a dickhead you must be, to the window showing the woods and half a parking lot. He can't let you escape him again, you might end up killing someone next time and that absolutely cannot happen.

——

Stupid men! Stupid humans getting in your way! These people are irritating and bothersome, all you wanted was to search for the Ancient One in peace. All you want is to find her and get the fuck off this planet so you can confront your brother and...

"Miss are you okay?" A scratchy voice speaks to you from the car to your left, you turn your head to meet the face of a young woman looking at you with kind eyes, "You need a ride?"

"No."

She gives you a look, your appearance is admittedly more roughed up then you would like, but it's been a rough couple days since your last shower and you're technically on the run from Earth's Avengers. "You sure? I got room in here, and a nice place to stay with food and a shower too. Just tryna be nice to someone who looks like they could use a hand." You look like you could use a hand to the face.

Your brows furrow, she reeks of too much perfume and something else, "What kind of food?" You technically do need a ride and this may be your only chance to get one somewhere away from this place in the middle of nowhere. Also a place to stay for the night would be admittedly very nice considering you've been sleeping in trees and behind people's sheds.

Her eyes light up in surprise, "Anything you want. Just tell me and I got you."

"Good."

She unlocks the door, "Come on in. I'm Ava by the way. Nice to meet you, now I hope you don't mind but back at my place I got a couple roommates. But don't worry they come and go, they won't bother you I promise." You don't believe her, but hop in next to her anyways. She looks like she could use a better friend then whoever she stays with. You can smell at least one of them on her.

She gives you a strange faltering smile when you take notice of a nose piercing; she wears a jacket and jeans, although an odd tattoo showing off some line of numbers keeps itself on her right wrist hidden by some colorful bracelets. All in all she is an attractive woman. But her car is no better then her person, the scent is vulgar and repulsive but you're admittedly too hungry to care. Too much perfume.

The ride to her apartment complex takes about twenty minutes, in this time Ava has explained to you how her favorite food, chicken alfredo, is made. She also won't stop looking at the long mirror above your heads, it's like something keeps drawing her attention but there's nothing behind the car of any important significance. Maybe that's just a human thing?

Eventually she takes a couple turns that passes more street stores, houses, and apartments until she drives near a gas station and takes a left for an apartment building of reddish brick that looks like a shitty castle.

It's nestled within the town, with its rear to a small park, oddly enough she claims you can see the city from the roof. Getting out, you watch as she shuts her door before jogging to the back and pulling out a couple groceries. "Oh hey there, can you get the waters, there's like three packs here but we can come back for them later."

You quickly walk to the back of her trunk and lean down to pick up all three waters with ease, her eyes go big, "Oh wow..okay yeah, that'll work." She shuts the back, you begin following her across the parking lot. Stomach growling.

Her wary eyes fall onto you, "So uh, you lift?"

"No."

She nods, "Cool cool, uh you from around here?"

"No."

"Okay cool, I am, well not originally...I was actually from Arizona but then I ran away when I was thirteen because my home life was pretty shit and then I met my boyfriend Jed and he took me here and..." Her face shifts into a frown before it regains it's half smile once more, "Doesn't matter now I guess, it's not fantastic here...with him. But I got a place to stay and a roof over my head and he gets me anything I want really. So it's not so bad."

You can't help but feel somethings not right with her, and this bothers you deeply, "So uh, how's your lover? Jed."

She frowns, "Oh he's nice....I wouldn't say lover I guess....and he's kinda older then me but it's fine really. You might see him, he comes and goes yunno?"

She opens the glass doors for you to walk inside, the area smells of stale air and smoke, "How old?"

She purses her lips together, "Not that much older, I'm seventeen he's just a little above that. But it works for us, he's got me a nice place and he loves me so that's nice." Her smile falters, you can tell something isn't right here but can't quite place your finger on it.

Ava keeps silent for the rest of the trek upstairs until she leads you down a long hallway to a tall white door reading A8 on the front, a small glass porthole in the center. She gets her keys out, "Try not to touch anything, he doesn't like messes okay? Just uh, follow me okay, he might have a friend here."

"Alright then. Proceed." She gives a little nod before unlocking the door and opening it up to reveal a large apartment as clean as a button, with the exception of a few tall thin glass bottles empty of all liquid laying on the short glass table in the lounging area. A large screen is on showcasing something of little importance to you.

Ava sets the groceries on the kitchen counter before racing over to the short table, "Oh sorry about the mess, please just set the waters down by the trash can. Give me a moment." You look down to find a tall thin metal can, doesn't look like a trash can but you set the three cases of water down anyways.

Standing in the middle of her kitchen she hastily rushes in to drop the bottles in the trash can, "I'll put the stuff away, do you-do you want anything?"

"Whatever gives me enough strength to continue on my journey."

"Right. Yeah okay uh we got," She opens up the fridge, "we got some burritos from last night. And fruit....a lot of beer....you don't want that. Here, I'll heat this up for you okay." She shuts the fridge and takes the assumed burrito to another square object hanging from the wall. She pops open the door before placing the food inside and shutting it.

She turns it on. "What is that device?" You ask a sit makes a strange vacuum sound.

She raises a brow, "A microwave." Voice on the tinge of humor, the microwave beeps and she soon opens it back up. "Here ya go! It's a day old so don't worry, still fresh."

She hands it to you, you look down at the warm thing wrapped in a brown paper, "Appreciated."

Your meal is well received and admittedly pretty delicious, once finished do you walk over to the giant glass window to have a look outside, you can see the tops of many trees and farther away across the greenery lays a city just as Ava had spoken of.

Maybe the Ancient One resides somewhere in there, hidden, but within the ginormous labyrinth of steel, cement, and glass. Farther down the hallway a door swings open and the pattering of bare feet is heard walking down the tiled floors of shiny white. This place really is clean, like a small palace for the mortals.

The man stops at the end of the halls archway though you don't care to look at him, "Ava who's the bitch over there? I thought Jed wasn't buying anymore for a few weeks." Whispers the man to the kind woman, Ava, who stands frozen in the kitchen.

You immediately don't like him, but stay your ground to listen, she whispers back, "She's a friend. Needed somewhere to stay for a day or so."

He walks over to her, "He's gonna be pissed when he sees your new friend here. If she's not here to sell, get her the fuck out before your man comes home tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah tonight. His trip to Vegas ended yesterday, he's on his way. Don't you know how time works?"

She shakes her head, "Guess I just forgot is all. I'll make sure she's gone."

He looks over to give you a proper once over, you can hear his heartbeat quicken, "Not too bad either. Nice ass, she looks good..real good, it's a damn shame she's not here to stay for the fun. I wouldn't mind a couple of rounds with her myself."

Your fists clench, you've had enough of this jabbering animal, "Oh really?" You turn around to watch as his eyes go wide when they take notice of the golden color of your irises, "What filth you spill off of that thing you call a mouth is repulsive and disgusting. Who are you may I ask?"

He quickly retains his swagger once again, he takes a step forward, "I'm Jed's right hand man, Antonio, I run this bitch when he's away and I don't like how you're talking to me."

"I'm not entirely fond of your existence. Leave us, I want to speak with Ava alone."

Antonio's face shows bewildered rejection, "Excuse me?"

You take a threatening step forward, "I don't believe my tongue slipped. You heard me correctly. Leave." He keeps still as a statue, mind still processing your words. Clearly no on had ever bothered to talk to him like this before.

He blinks and points a hand up for emphasis, "No whore tells me what I can and can't do in my own goddamn house!" He immediately rushes past Ava to grab something under the kitchen bar.

She gasps in surprise, "Tony no! Don't do this! Put it away she didn't mean it, she doesn't I swear! I swear!"

He walks back around to shove her into the couch, "Shut up." He throws up his arm to reveal a black hand held object that could be nothing else but a small gun, you stare at it in curiosity, expression interested and unfazed.

He doesn't like that, he tilts the gun at you angrily, "What's up now huh! You ain't telling me to do nothin' I run this fucker up in here! So you're gonna fuckin' listen to me you whore! I'll fu.." Antonio's body stiffens, his eyes go wide as saucers when he realizes he's not able to move, not able to speak.

Hands kept to your sides, you curl the fingers of your right hand to bloodbend this imbecile. Moving this hand to the right, Antonio's grasp is forced open and the gun clatters to the floor. "What are you doing!?" Shouts Ava fearfully.

"Teaching a dog a lesson."

Curling the fingers of your other hand, Antonio is forced to walk in staggered painful steps across the carpet at your will, Ava gasps in fright as she watches your little horror show. "Men don't treat their people like animals, you want to act like a beast. Then you'll be one."

His throat makes a dry crackly sound as he tries to scream when you move your hands to orchestrate a new action, Antonio is forced to his knees where he crawls like a dog across the clean carpet. A frightened man he becomes, his movements choppy and forced, body awkward and stiff as he moves on all fours. Proud of your work, you walk over to the man and crouch down to reach his level, "You see, the universe has created us all for a reason. Whether we are powerful or not, that control we have can be taken as it can be given."

He mumbles a reply that cannot be heard properly even by your hears.

"You know of your power?" He shakes his head as you smirk, "Your strength is built from fear and hatred. That is no way to find your place in the world, that is how tyrants lead."

Drool runs down the side of his mouth as his eyes look up to you pleadingly. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Shouts Ava.

You give Antonio a pitiful look, "I know. And this creature deserves more then I'm willing him to do, but because you've gained my respect. I will release him." Standing, you flick your hands and Antonio is released from your trance. He coughs and sputters in a curled up heap on the floor like a beaten old dog.

"Pathetic." You mutter dryly as Ava breaths heavily from the couch.

"Wh-what are you?" She whispers, "Are you a witch?"

"No. But I am someone who is done with this place." You give her a respectful tilt of your head, "Ava, I thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave." She watches as you take one last look around the room before walking towards the closed door. Turning the handle you're prepared to exit when she screams. "Antonio no!"

Boom!

The bullet stops three inches from the back of your head, whipping around to face your assailant, he fires two more rounds as you halt the bullets in their tracks. He registers what's happening and quickly chooses to pull the trigger again. As a plethora of steel flies your way, you raise an open palm that causes them all to freeze in place.

The room goes deathly silent before Antonio takes a single step and you've sent all five bullets straight through his vulnerable flesh. Blood flies across the walls as he slumps to the ground while Ava gasps in terror, too afraid to make a sound.

You frown, gaze set on Ava, "I'm sorry I had to do this in front of you. He gave me no choice, but I think this loss will not be mourned over." Your golden eyes flicker back down at the bullet ridden body, "A quick death is more then he deserved. So long Ava, be brave."

The door opens.

"What the fuck happened here?!" Speaks a man most certainly in his late thirties as he sets something on the ground, "Who's this bitch?"

Ava's expression shifts to fear as you let out a tired sigh, eyes set to the man you know as Jed, "An old friend." ——

Crouched down by a river, you rub off flecks of blood that dissipate into the murky water like forgotten memories. You just wanted to eat and rest a while as you gathered your thoughts. But here you are, you've killed two humans and have damaged a couple busses in the process of it all. Not to mention that one car the other night...at least that man kept his life.

This realm is complicated and busy, there's not enough wilderness to hide in and there are certainly too many prying eyes that can catch you with their small square devices easier then you'd like. Thankfully Ava had not seen your rampage on the internet so she wasn't able to instantly recognize you. Then again you weren't wearing your armor.

However your eye color certainly doesn't aid you in finding a way into the city close by, that's still too far for your liking, people will undoubtedly stare. At this point you don't trust a single soul, and anyone close enough to see your face would most likely report you to the authorities in an instant.

Your goal has been thwarted one too many times and that shit does not fly with you one bit. Find the Ancient One, have her open a portal to your realm, and from there kick your brothers ass. It's all very simple, well at least it should be. Stupid Midgardians.

Hrrrrr Hrrrrrrrr! A loud horn blares from within the woods to your back right, twisting around and standing at attention, your fists emit flame when a huge lumbering mass of metal rolls through the trees practically making the ground shake.

It sounds like a tiny thunderstorm, you've never seen anything like it except for when you where in Norway but that vehicle was significantly smaller and less loud. "God this place is insufferable." You mutter, annoyed by the less then peaceful atmosphere of Midgard.

So far you've evaded the watchful eyes of the Avengers for the past three days and have gotten nowhere on your quest for vengeance. And now this thing just adds to your stirred up pot of frustration.

Taking a breath, you decide to wander through the trees until you've found the tracks where that metal vessel was drawing its power from, oddly enough the steel bars attached to plates of wood does not give off energy. Strange.

Figuring it must be the vehicle itself, you sway your mind from pondering the idea as your thoughts drift to that of home and the necklace hidden around your neck. This valued object was your dying mother's, a heirloom of your linage, and a damn powerful piece of jewelry.

But your brother and his wicked ideas, he wanted to use it for his grant thoughts of tyranny and power over the nine realms. A fool, no one could ever claim such a feat, no place needs rules like such from one being calling all the shots. It's madness.

It's insane.

Shaking your head, you keep following down the tracks as you listen to the sounds of cars in the far off distance. Birds chirp and flutter by while minding their business in the forest, although you could have sworn you heard a soft thud in the dirt behind you. A shuffle of stones maybe?

A deer perhaps? No, this is no deer; halting your trek to the city, you place your hands upon your hips before slowly turning around, "I'd expected as much. You are a clever man after all....Bucky."

The dark haired man greets you with a shy grin as he stands there off to the side of the tracks, dressed in casual attire like that when you saw him in Norway. He seems genuinely happy to see you, "I wish I could stay away." Replies Bucky in a playful tone, "But you've killed two human traffickers and I gotta make sure you don't hurt anyone else. Even if they deserve it."

You scoff, "I could end your life right now if I wanted to, kill all your friends next and then burn this world to ash and dust trying to get what I want. No matter the cowards I've killed."

He shrugs, "That sounds harsh. I'd rather you didn't actually, kinda like being alive." He's such a smartass in the best way, yet you hold back a smile to keep your noble aurora about you.

"Fair point I suppose. This Earth may be greatly flawed, but I have no qualms with the people here but that of my own business."

"Right. Your own business, finding the Ancient One and dealing with your brother and all that stuff." Nods Bucky, "Y/N, you know we could help you..."

"I don't need it! I'll find my way through this planet myself. Alone!" You shout, causing the trees to creak and moan from a surplus of wind that blows Bucky's hair about. He knows what you're capable of, but he has to try and persuade you anyways.

He looks almost apprehensive to approach you, "Y/N please. I know we all got off on the wrong foot, probably by a lot. But my friends are good people, we want to help you find what you're looking for. I promise you that." Says Bucky with a pleading look, "No lies. I promise."

You give him a conflicted glare as you think of your options; he found you somehow, he legitimately wants to help, and you desperately need a way off this damn planet. Maybe they do know a way, maybe they'll actually be able to help you, maybe Bucky is truthful?

He goes to take a step forward when you throw a hand out, "Stop." He keeps still as you take a breath, "Bucky, you give me your word?"

"I do."

"Promise!"

Raising his hands up, he gives you a sincere look, "I promise Y/N."

Taking a long moment to think over his words, you finally nod, "Good." He watches as you walk across the tracks until you're within a couple feet of him, he swallows, unsure if you might have just lied and are about to set him on fire. Instead he's relieved when you gift him a tight lipped grin, "Fine then, let us leave this place."

"Awesome.....yeah, okay good...well I'm parked back that way. We can just walk on the tracks instead of through the woods. Easier that way." He takes a couple steps back the way you came, when you don't move does Bucky stop and reach a hand out for you to take, "I'm not going to hurt you Y/N, I promised I'd help you remember?"

"I haven't forgotten." You quickly answer him.

"Good because I intend to keep it." He smiles softly, beautiful stormy blues focused all on you with a gloved hand ready for you to take.

You shake your head before walking past him, "Fine but I'm not shaking your hand."

Bucky chuckles to himself as he watches you practically swagger down the side of the tracks away from him. Quickly does he break from his staring trance to jog over to your side. The two of you walk for a little ways in complete silence until you glance over at him when your curiosity gets the better of you. There's just one tiny question you still need answered, "Well, how'd you find me?"

Bucky holds back a grin, "Your pocket." He points down towards your jackets pocket. Giving him a look of confusion, you reach down and feel inside for whatever he's on about, suddenly your fingers touch something round and metal attached to the inside wall.

Taking a hold of this odd device, you tug it loose before bringing your hand into the open, "What the hell is this?" You ask.

Bucky reaches out to take the object from you, he holds it up, "This. Is a tracker."

"That thing? It's like a thick coin, how does it manage to do such a feat?"

"Technology, radio waves. It's not my design, but with it I was able to follow where you went. Granted you're more elusive with your traveling then I'd first realized, but it did it's job...and now I'm here."

"Yes, now you're here. Maybe you really are braver then I first thought, or just a plain fool. I could have stuck to my word and killed you." You snap your fingers, "Just like that."

He chuckles, "I had a feeling you wouldn't."

"Oh really? What made you assume I would be merciful?"

"When we met for the first time in Norway, and later at the base. You didn't hurt me, well I guess I should say you didn't try and squeeze the life out of me. Or set me on fire.."

"I set your jacket on fire." You point out as he smiles.

"You did. I liked that jacket too." Muses Bucky, "Still, you let me live both times. Even let my friends live too, Y/N, I don't think you're so bad at all."

You hum in thought, "Your words are kind and humbling. But I do not feel worthy of such claims." He has no idea who you are, what you've done. So much he doesn't know.

Bucky frowns, "Why not?"

"I have done nothing but add more chaos to this realm with my existence here, I have been betrayed and for that I was filled with rage taken out on innocent people living their lives. I want to be worthy of what you say I am, but I am not." His heart hurts at your valiantly honest words, if only he could understand completely.

"Believe me Y/N, you aren't nearly as bad as you think you are. There's been way worse people throughout history here before you ever showed up."

"I believe your words though my personal occurrence's chance to lessen these people compared to what I have done centuries ago. Do not misinterpret all of what I speak, I understand there are always beings harming others for their own sick pleasure, however I did not frighten for enjoyment. Quite the opposite."

He could just about give up his metal arm forever just to know what the hell you're talking about. What kind of life did you live before all of this? Bucky soon takes out a small square device with his one gloved hand, "I trust your word on that. And hopefully we're able to help you...I just gotta get us a ride out of here first." He turns on a black screen and slides his finger across to unlock, "I have where I parked pin pointed via another tracker."

"You don't recall where you've come from?"

"Yeah, I mean no..no, I do remember the direction I came in, it's just I was running so fast to find you I forget exactly where my car is. Don't worry this will only take a moment."

Holding back a grin at the way he muddles around on that screen of his, you divert your gaze elsewhere to look around at the trees and other various greenery spread about as usual on a planet such as this one. It's fascinating, almost like that of your home world in Vanaheim. How you miss that place. The vast mountains spread throughout the landscape, huge lumbering trees taller then the cellphone towers you've passed, and great skies of blue where dragons fly at will.

Suddenly a stick cracks in the trees to your right, you turn while Bucky pays little attention, a crow flies out and into the blue sky it goes. Easy now, just a bird, nothing more. The wind picks up for a second and you can almost catch the scent of sulfur when a ball of fire erupts from the trees ready to kill.

The spherical flame screams towards you and Bucky, who's by now dropped his phone onto the tracks, "Y/N watch out!" He shouts fearfully, hand gripping onto your shoulder as you keep a strong fearless stance to the approaching flame.

Throwing a hand out, you divert the ball into the gravel where it bursts like a small firework, rocks flying everywhere as you stand at the ready for whatever happens next. "Y/N! What the hell was that!" Shouts Bucky.

"A scout. I think one of my brother's loyalists found me."

"A scou..." Another ball of flame soars towards the two of you and then another right behind it as you maneuver your body to deflect each of them in quick succession when out of the scorched trees does a smirking woman reveal herself. Her smile is proud and wicked, taller then Bucky she stands and impeccably strong she appears.

She wears armor closely resembling your own, but instead of blues, silver, and white. Her armor is black and red, silver replaced with shimmering obsidian as she walks into the evening light. Her eyes flicker gold like your own, she tilts her head at you, "Princess Y/N of Vanaheim. An honor to meet you, truly." She bows with mockery, you immediately despise her.

"What dog is this who speaks to me?"

She grimaces, "Aüla, master of flame, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I am here to bring what stolen jewelry lays upon your neck. What belongs to King Leyondros." She points a sharp nailed finger to your neck, "That, is a house Lavpranthus family heirloom."

"You think I was born yesterday? That incompetent tyrant who dare claim himself as king does not deserve what treasure I possess. He is barely a brother to me now, and you, what business do you serve?"

She smirks, gifting Bucky with a wink as she wiggles her fingers with flame, "He's sent his best out to find your whereabouts since he's exiled you. I just happened to be lucky enough to land on Midgard where wouldn't you know it, here keeps the banished Princess herself. I couldn't be more fortunate." She opens up her palm like a needy child, "Now Y/N, the object I so desire."

"You will die trying."

She holds up a threatening fist of hot flame, "I will be bathed in riches! I will be loved! King Leyondros will welcome his champion with open arms as I present him with the necklace stolen by his traitor sister! With grand tidings of her annihilation!"

You share a dark look with Aüle as you step in front of Bucky, "I do not care to know what bargaining from the beasts of this realm you made to find me. And I certainly do not care for the false promises my brother has warped into your mind, you cannot take my life and you cannot have this necklace."

She calls flame into both hands, "Then I'll take it off your burnt corpse!" She thrusts her hands forward causing a burst of hot orange flames to shoot like dragon fire straight for yourself and Bucky.

Anticipating this action, you create a wall of your own fire that shatters her advances, you turn to the wide eyed brunette, "Bucky forgive me for not handling this sooner. I hadn't realized she was here."

"It's fine." Mumbles Bucky, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he stares fearfully at the angry woman spewing fire at you still.

Focused back on Aüla, she suddenly begins creating whips of flame that crack and slash at the air. She throws a whip towards Bucky but you're able to deflect it easily, in retaliation of her advances, you thrust a burst of dusty wind knocking her backwards.

She tumbles across the gravel like a discarded sack of potatoes, jumping gracefully down from the high point of the tracks, you land nearby this hellfire spawn who staggers to her feet. Rubbing the dust from out of her eyes, she coughs, "Foul play Princess, I should have guessed you'd cheap shot."

"You still believe you're leaving here with my necklace?"

Leaving her charcoal stained eyes be, she opens her palms to flame, "Well I certainly don't intend on perishing at your hand. I will get what I came for."

You throw a quizzical look, is she insane? Not wanting to ponder her mental stability, you use the gravel to crawl it up to her knees where it fuses and roots itself into the ground, she flails her arms trying to regain balance. Angered by this, Aüla clenches her fists, tightly hugging them to her chest as she concentrates.

A small orange glow emits from the center of her chest before she screams while opening her arms to the sky and with that her whole body erupts with flame like that of a Phoenix reborn. Tree branches and leaves alike are burnt and singed nearby while her anchor is melted. Aüla levitates freely now, body a mass of hot flames as she stares furiously down at you with eyes of black charcoal.

"Behold the Phoenix! Now you will obey by law of the one true king!" Fire is thrown like thin arrows towards your face, again, easily deflected into the gravel below.

She chuckles darkly, thrusting a hand of intense flame that causes you to fall backwards across the ground. Pushing yourself up by the pads of your hands, she takes this vulnerable moment to race after Bucky with wings of fire.

Face contorted like a melted candle, her arms open wide as she prepares to embrace Bucky to the flames. Jumping up, you bend your arms, moving them in opposite directions on a linear path to conjure some type of protection. Aüla slams into an enchanted force field of dark blues that sends her flailing backwards like a bursting firework.

Regaining her balance, she levitates, scowling in disgust, "You? Would protect this mortal man?"

Your gaze falls onto Bucky, he's standing there, expression fearful and wide as he looks at you desperately. You take a step forward, "I will."

"But why? He is nothing compared to you, to us, he's simply an insect on a leaf."

"He is someone who has showed me more kindness in the last couple days then some of my own people have in the past hundred years!" You shout furiously before using your magic to paralyze her like you did with Wanda and Vision.

She struggles to move but all efforts are unfruitful, "Do not! Don't. You. Dare!" She screams as you take another fearless step towards her, raising your hands in a beautiful fluid motion, her obsidian irises flash with terror.

"Aüla, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I admire your efforts and valor. But I am not so merciful when my life as been threatened, as someone of these nine realms with some type of authority still. I, Y/N Lavpranthus of Vanaheim, condemn you to die." Your golden eyes flash with a noble flair of judgment while your hands sway like subtle waves on a beach.

"No. No. Nooo..." Her screams are eradicated when a burst of water consumes her entire vessel, she sizzles and smokes as you draw the river water away to reveal nothing but discarded broken armor. She never even noticed you were doing this.

As a plethora of water dissipates into steam from where she once stood, more liquid fills through the cracks in the gravel while you slowly wander over to the dark spot stained onto the center tracks. Kneeling down, you pick up an obsidian gauntlet cracked down the middle curve. "Who was that?" Asks Bucky from behind you.

"One of my brothers scouts. His best fire-bender.." You study the intricate markings that dance like vines around the metalwork, "..a phoenix in human form."

There is a long pause before he asks, "Why are you being hunted Y/N?"

You sigh, head bowed to the earth, "It's a long story."

Bucky frowns down at you, he's not sure what to do, but he knows you're deeply troubled by whatever events have led you to this point. A comforting hand rests upon your shoulder, "You don't have to tell me now. But I think we should go."

Dropping the broken gauntlet onto the dark stained wood, you stand, "Perhaps you're right. Who knows what else lurks in the shadows waiting to pounce. I'd rather not have you injured on my behalf."

Bucky shares a lopsided grin, "Appreciated. Now come on, I know the way home." Directs Bucky as the two of you begin walking down the tracks for wherever he speaks of.

Maybe these people aren't as bad as you'd first thought, unfortunately there are still evils that are desperate to find you. Until that time comes again.

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Kook vs Pogue (R. Cameron) Part 3

Summary: You were Rafe’s booty call and vice versa but after realizing that its always gonna be Kooks vs Pogue, you called it off.

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You opened your door, not caring about whatever that was about but you had a gut feeling something was going to go down, so you shut your door and walked back inside the house. "RAFE! Stop!" You heard Lonnie's voice yelling from outside around the pool. You ran outside and saw Rafe on top of Kade punching him while Kade is barely defending himself. You looked around and saw no one doing anything to stop it but Lonnie shouting to stop. "Really?" You walked over to where Rafe and Kade were fighting and pulled Rafe off Kade and got in-between them. "Knock it off you two before you ended up killing each other," Kade gets on his feet and so does Rafe and they tried to walk towards each other. You turned and looked at Kade, saw he was a total bloody -mess. "Back up," Kade took a step closer to you. "And what are you going to do about it?" "Me? Nothing but considering there are Pogues here that want nothing more to beat your scrawny ass up, I would take a step back from me and trust me. They will kick your fucking ass," You looked all around and saw that the Pogues were standing ready for my say so. Kade looked around too and realized that he was out numbered. "Whatever. PARTY'S OVER!" You took a couple of steps back before turning around and seeing Rafe a bloody mess, not as much of a blood mess as Kade was but still. Rafe looked like he wanted to talk to you. You walked up to him. "Don't you think you are too old get in petty fights with Kade still?" He was about to respond something but Lonnie walked up to him and wrapped her arm around his. "Come on, let's get you clean up," She then turned and looked at you. "Pogues always ruin the parties," You scoffed. "Pretty sure, that was two Kooks that were on the verge killing each other but okay," As soon as you got to your car, your phone goes off. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw it was a text from Rafe.

From: Kook Come to my house at midnight.

You eyed the text because Rafe usually never aks me over to his house.

To: Kook Who has Rafe's phone?

From: Kook It's Rafe.

To: Kook Mhm

From: Kook Y/n come on. It's me. We first hooked up a few months ago at Kade's party. You stopped our hook up sessions cause of what happened at the club.

You didn't answer but hoped into your car, and you looked at the time and it was eleven thirty. You just decided to drive over to his house now cause by the time you get to his house, it'll be midnight. - You pulled up next to his house by the gate and were about to text Rafe that you were here, but you heard someone knocking on your window which made you jump. You turned your head and it was an man, not old but about forty. You rolled down your window just a tad bit. "Yes?" "Who are you and what are you doing here?" You were taken back by this. "Why does that matter to you?" "I am apart of the neighborhood watch. So I'm gonna ask you again. who are you?" "My gps fucked up so I was just about to fix it until you came up. So if you excuse me," You rolled up your window and texted Rafe.

To: Rafe I'm here but your neighbor is out and up my ass about why I am here.

After sending the text to Rafe, you backed up from where you were, turned around and left. You pulled into a gas station not far from where Rafe lives and waited for his text.

To: JJ Hey bro, just wanted to let you know I'm good and Ill be probably be home early in the morning.

From: JJ Okay. Wear protection.

To: JJ Fuck off.

You sat in your car for a few minutes before Rafe finally calls you. "Hey pull up on the other side of the house. No one usually patrols over there," You hang out the call and drive that way. When you got there, you saw Rafe waiting for you by a gate, you pulled up next to him. "Go down just a bit more, and you'll see a secluded area, park there," - You were standing in Rafe's room while he was in the bathroom and its pretty much what you expected it to look like. You walked over to his desk and looked at the photos he had on his desk. There were some of him and Sarah. Him and Ward. Him and Wheezie but there were none of him and Rose. You knew that Sarah and his real mother took off when they were little and she heard from again but you always thought that him and Rose were close but guessing from the lack of photos of her and him, you were wrong. "Everything you pictured it would be?" You turned around and laughed. "Actually, yes," Rafe chuckled as he walked up to you, you could see the bruises that were already forming on his face. You grabbed his hands and held them up, so you could see them, you saw that they were obviously cracked and bloody. "You're older enough to realize that fighting a guy that you had beef with in high school is kind of lame," Rafe didn't answer you, but he removed his hands from yours and walked away and just stared out the window. "What's wrong?" "The reason why Kade and I can't stand each other is cause he tried to mess with Sarah when Sarah told him to leave her alone. He didn't leave her alone until I got involved but after we graduated, we didn't talk to each other and kind of let it go. So me going after him tonight had nothing to do with Sarah and had everything to do with you," "With me? Why me?" "I was already pissed off when I saw that red mark on your face, so I was going to go confront him. That's when I heard him talking mad shit on you and other shit that I just don't wanna repeat. Once, I heard that, and all I saw was red and the next thing I know you were pulling me off him. You might think it was Kooks vs Pogues or kooks only look out for other Kooks but its not. Well, it was until that night a few months ago. Then it was always thinking about you. Always wondering what you were doing. Always wanting to be by you. I know that we both didn't want people to find out about us cause I know once people found out.. They would try to stop us from doing what we want to do. I'm fine with keeping us a secret cause I want that too but I also want to be with you and only you,"

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kj-1130 · 3 years

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Nothing For Me

Part 2

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Part 1|Part 3

2012

You were turning 11 this year. Natasha, as you learned she went by, was always a phone call away if you ever wanted to talk--since your sperm donor was obviously no help. You had recently had to call her due to your period starting, which you weren’t expecting to happen for at least another 2 to 3 years. Needless to say, it freaked you out and regardless of your smarts, nothing could have prepared you for that.

Nat took you shopping for what she called, ‘lady items’; bras, pads, tampons, anything a girl could possibly need. She also taught you how to shave if you ever wanted to. She specified that you should never feel forced to do it because ‘people need to normalize women having body hair. It grows there for a reason.’ And you totally agreed with her on that by the way.

There were a few times when she’d let you in on minor S.H.I.E.L.D secrets even though it was quite unnecessary seeing as you could hack your way through it all no problem. That’s how you found out about the Avengers Initiative. You couldn’t agree more with what was said about Tony.

Through your hacking and research of the initiative, you ‘met’ Clint. It was through a video call. He had invaded your girl-talk with Natasha. The three of you were practically best buds now. You’d go to Nat for advice or just when you needed a sister to talk to. You’d go to Clint when you just wanted to let loose and talk about absolute nonsense.

It was another lovely night in Stark Tower for you--please note the sarcasm. You were bored out of your mind. Natasha had been on an undercover mission and Clint was busy at the base; something about the Tesseract. You thought they should’ve just left the thing alone; let fate take its course. Some bad things were going to come with them messing with something they had no knowledge about. They’re joining a game without knowing any rules and are pretty much destined to lose. But, hey. What did you know?

Pepper and Tony were probably in the common area, sucking each other's faces off. Despite how much you disliked Tony, based on your experiences, you couldn’t deny the fact that they’re pining was absolutely annoying, disgusting, and cute all at the same time. You were just glad it was over honestly.

Pepper was an okay person to you. There was nothing you found super nice or mean about her that was prominent to you. She’d greet you on the quite rare occasion the two of you would cross paths and would start the casual small talk (“how are you?” “I’m fine, what about you” “Good, thanks for asking.”). She probably thought you were a live-in intern or something like that. With how much she tries to doctor Tony’s life, you’d think she would try to fix whatever nonexistent relationship between the pair of you, but nope. That just added to your intern theory.

You were reading a book on quantum physics, when your personal AI, M.I.A(miraculous intelligence assistant)--that you did in fact create yourself--notified you that someone had overridden Stark’s systems and gotten into the elevator. Just because you didn’t leave the room doesn’t mean you weren’t nosy.

“Who is it, M?”

“Agent Phil Coulson, from S.H.I.E.L.D.,” M.I.A. spoke in her smooth voice. “Would you like to listen in on what they are saying?”

“Is that even a question?”

Jumping out of your beanbag, you went to the center of your room, where M.I.A had pulled up footage of what was happening in the common room.

“Security breach,” Tony turns to Pepper. “That’s on you.”

“Mr. Stark.”

“Phil! Come in,” Pepper greeted. Since when were she and Agent Coulson on a first-name basis. You’d have to look into that.

“Phil? Uh, his first name is Agent.”

“Come on in, we’re celebrating,” the red head invites. This was getting more interesting to you by the second!

“I can’t stay.”

“Which is why he can’t stay.”

Phil ignores Tony and starts to hand him a file.

“He doesn’t like being handed things,” you muttered.

“I don't like being handed things.” Called it.

“That’s alright, ‘cause I love being handed things, So, let’s trade,” Pepper says. She hands Coulson her glass of champagne, takes the file, hands Tony the file, in return taking his drink.

“Official consulting hours are between eight and five every other Thursday,” the billionaire said.

It was quite obvious Phil was over his jokes and that he was here for a much important matter.

“Is this about the Avengers? Which I...I know nothing about.”

Both men ignored Pepper. “The Avengers Initiative was scrapped, I thought. And I didn’t even qualify.”

That was a nice day. Finding out what they said about Tony had been nothing less than amusing in your opinion.

“I didn’t know that either,” the CEO said. She sure does have the best cover-ups, doesn’t she?

“Yeah, apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, don’t play well with others.”

“That I did know.”

This whole thing was odd to you. Why were they trying to put together the Avengers when the whole idea was tossed?

“M, pull up the most recent S.H.I.E.L.D files on the tesseract and the Avengers Initiative.”

The AI did as told, and you scrolled through all of them. You saw things on Thor, Clint, Natasha, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, and lastly your sperm donor. Looking at Thor’s file, you found something about his brother Loki. And looking at his name, you saw his connections to the tesseract and everything had clicked. Loki had the thing and was definitely going to do something evil with it.

Both adults in the house were gone. Such responsible ones they are. Tony left earlier the next day and you honestly couldn’t remember when Pepper left. Now, here you were in your safe haven, trying to figure out what in the world Loki would want with the tesseract. There’s probably no way for you to figure it out since you weren’t where all the info was, actively investigating. But what you didn’t understand is why would they leave you here when such a threat was hanging in the air.

You knew Tony didn’t necessarily care for you, but he couldn’t forget about you, right? Natasha wouldn’t forget about you. Clint wouldn’t forget you. Right?

It’s been two days. Two fucking days, and no one had come in or out of this building.

You were currently pacing in your room, while your AI--not even a fucking person--was trying to comfort you.

“Does no one answer their fucking phone anymore?”

“I’m pretty sure there is a reasonable explanation as to why no one is answering.”

Out of nowhere, you heard commotion from outside. Rushing over to the window and moving the curtains, you saw these alien things coming out of the sky. You ran out of your room and made your way to the nearest set of stairs as quickly as you could.

“Ah, the little Stark.”

His voice sent chills up your spine. It was deep and quite terrifying.

“Come over, no need to be scared.”

You followed his orders, having a feeling that if you didn’t things would end up ten times worse for you. He looked at you before basically yeeting you out of the window. It hurt; it felt like every bone in your body screamed for peace and anything in the background just became white noise.

You landed on the roof, writhing in pain and groaning. Everything hurt.

Attempting to get up was hard and painful, but you knew that you had to leave or you’d die.

Looking up, you see that doctor. He was mentioned in the files but everything was just so fuzzy, you couldn’t remember properly. Finally being able to get up after numerous attempts, you limp your way down the stairs and out to the streets in the middle of all the chaos.

You were so scared. You knew you probably wouldn’t be able to contact Nat or Clint unless you somehow hacked into their coms system. You continued to walk down the streets, hoping to find some type of shelter, but it felt like you were about to collapse at any second. Sitting down in the nearest alley, you looked around. Looking left, there was a face right in front of yours.

“Fuck! What the hell man?”

The other person wasn’t fazed. Looking them over, you saw their frizzy, somewhat curly hair pulled back in a low ponytail. Her brown skin was covered in dirt and a little blood.

“Hey, you’re (y/n) Stark, right?” She asked a little breathlessly.

“I refuse to be acknowledged as such.”

“I’m Michelle. But don't call me that or I’ll have to hurt you.”

“Are you really trying to converse with me in the middle of an alien invasion? And acting like we’re both not hurt?”

Michelle shrugs her shoulders when you both look over due to some yelling that you heard.

“MJ! Michelle where are you? Michelle Jones!”

MJ looks back over and starts to get up but she trips and falls. You decide to help her up and take her over to the people calling her name. You both struggle but eventually get over to the adults with some time.

Before you could get away from the Jones family, the mother gripped your shoulder.

“C’mon, stay with us. We’ll find somewhere to lay low.“

You were too tired and in too much pain to argue, so you let Michelle’s mother help you keep your balance while the young girl’s father did the same for her.

It was at least a good ten minutes until the four of you found a decent place to take a break. It looked like a gas station, but you really couldn’t tell due to how much damage there was. You and the Jones’ took cover behind a somewhat stable looking wall and tried to stay as quiet as possible.

It was quiet besides the distant screams of people and the yells of the aliens. You wondered if Nat and Clint were okay. You wondered if Tony was okay. You wondered if anyone was safe from this. This seemed like something no one could recover from.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” The older woman asked.

“(Y/n).”

“Where are your parents?”

“My sperm donor is fighting I guess.”

To say the adults were appalled by your bluntness was an understatement. You’ve had a potty mouth for quite a while. There was no one to really correct you on what to and not to say--not that you really needed help with that being a genius and all; well a genius with common sense because your father didn’t have any of that. Without anyone to really monitor what you did, you kind of just roamed free in a sense.

The fight had died down eventually. The aliens were still coming, but a substantial amount of them had been killed. How a group of 6 people/gods/supersoldiers/or whatever amazed you. Maybe you could work behind the scenes one day; even though you already do. Just without anyone knowing.

Before you knew it, there was a nuke flying across the sky. ‘Leave it to the government to find an excuse to hurt civilians,’ you thought. But before it could hit anything, you saw a red and gold figure carry it to the portal.

You knew who it was. He was going to sacrifice himself for the safety of these people. If he didn’t make it, you would miss him even though there wouldn’t be much to miss. When that portal closed, your heart dropped to your stomach. You would never be able to make amends with him. You would never have a single conversation with him. Yeah he was a total douche bag for forgetting all about you, but you had at least expected to be able to see and maybe talk to him. Sort things out.

Without thinking, you ran as fast as you could towards where the newly assembled Avengers were; well at least where you last saw them. You ignored the calls of the Jones family, telling you to come back. Their protests telling you not to go so you can stay safe. You ignored the pain. The aching of your ribs. The dull throbbing in your head and on your lips. There was no doubt that your steps were uneven; limping down the street at your speed probably made you look like a crackhead.

You kept running; not stopping. Not when your breaths got shorter and turned into wheezes. Not when you heard rattling in your chest. Not when you felt like you were going to collapse. Not when your joints popped and begged for rest. You didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Not until you found someone; anyone you knew.

You stopped after what felt like hours. It most likely was considering the sun was going down. You heard a little commotion inside a surprisingly intact building which turned out to be a Shawarma. Tony always talked about this place for some reason.

When you looked inside, the Avengers were there. At least, you guessed they were still called that. But that didn’t matter. They were relaxing after the battle. They looked quite relaxed considering they had just fought aliens.

But that was what kind of hurt. They weren’t worried about you. At all. Of course only 3--well not really 3. Only two really knew you and knew you were in that tower when the attack happened. Sure you weren’t expecting Clint or Nat to be running around the streets of this huge city, but a little effort or at least the thought of it would’ve been nice. You could’ve been dead and they sure as hell didn’t seem super worried about it. Maybe you were overthinking it. Or maybe you were just as forgettable and insignificant as you thought.

You limped away from the establishment, trying to find somewhere to stay seeing as your home--if you could even call it that--was most likely destroyed. And you were in your feelings and nothing was a better cure than isolating yourself even more. You also wanted to see if you could get M.I.A running on a computer or something. Maybe update yourself on what was going on over the world at the moment. Or look up your frizzy-haired friend you met while you were running for your life.

You managed to find a computer near a dumpster. You leaned back against the wall and slid down slowly, not wanting to aggravate your injuries too much. You were able to get M.I.A running on the laptop and then looked up any news. The headlines were crazy. All you saw was the fight that just happened and the death count rising and rising…

You didn’t want to be focused on anything dealing with your father, S.H.I.E.L.D., or any current events, so you decided to give M.I.A. the task of figuring out who Michelle and her family was. It sounded very creepy, but you were her age. What harm could you do with her info. Well you could cause harm to her and her family with any info you found but that was besides the point. The most you were going to do was send them a message or something like that.

You ended up sleeping in that alley. Deciding that you should head back to your place of residence, you got up and started walking back much to the process of your bones and joints. The tower seemed like it was so far away. Especially with your injuries and supposedly no one around to tend to them. After what felt like hours, you made it to the entrance of the establishment and, surprise surprise, it’s already being rebuilt. You honestly didn’t know what time it was. You just wanted to get in your bed and sleep forever.

It had been about a month since the Battle of New York. Your injuries weren’t treated until about a week after the fact. Not because someone noticed you were hurt, but because it was getting hard to breathe and that didn’t seem like a fun way to go to you.

You’d been healing nicely so far, but your emotions and mental health were on the opposite side of the spectrum. Every time you close your eyes, you had this dream, vision, whatever it was, that when Loki threw you out the window, there was no balcony or landing area to stop on. You just kept falling, and falling until you hit the ground. Then you woke up.

You had been isolating yourself as well. There had been plenty of missed calls from the pair, but you just couldn’t find the energy to move and pick up the phone. They were probably just doing it out of obligation anyway.

Seeing everyone, especially Nat and Clint, just made you rethink anything you’ve ever done. Were you too clingy when it came to Natasha? Did she really like you or did she just feel bad? You were probably just overreacting, but you can’t help but think these thoughts.

Everything was just spiraling out of control for you. And you couldn’t get help; well you at least felt like you couldn’t. If you told Tony--not that you would, but hypothetically-- he’d probably wave you off and laugh. If you tried to get a therapist, someone would probably leak that shit to the press; confidentiality be damned.

You felt like you were drowning and you didn’t know how much longer it would be until you fully sank.

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Night shifts.

Daryl Dixon x Reader Werewolf AU

You are new to the prison and Rick takes you on your first night watch shift. When something catches your eye he sends you after it. When you wake up the next morning you discover things you would have never guessed were real.

Running from walkers was not how you wanted to spend your first week alone after months of being with a group and to be fair, you were done. You were close to passing out from dehydration when you made it out of the forest lines and onto a highway, spotting a gas station to hole up in only a minute away. running in and barricading the door with your last bit of energy, you passed out almost immediately after.

"Hey, we're here!" Glenn called out to Maggie when they passed the treelines and went onto the highway where Rick had sent them. "That old place? Are you sure there's stuff left in there?" Maggie wasn't sure about it all but at least there weren't any walkers around it it'd be easy to check out and be gone without wasting too much time. They tried the main doors but they wouldn't budge, like they were locked down from the inside so they went around to check for another entrance. With a little effort they managed to take down the door in the back and went in to scope out the place and listening in for any walkers and finding none. They felt relieved when there wasn't a fight to prepare for and started digging through what was left of the supplies in the back room, making their way to the front, towards the blocked front exit. As they expected they found nothing useful in the small gas station, but when they rounded past the last supply rack they found something they weren't expecting.

"You think she's alive?" Glenn wondered, slowly stepping forward to check for any injuries but found none. "I don't know, doesn't look like she's turning so I guess not." Maggie replied as Glenn was already close enough to shake her. As he did so, she jolted awake and unsure of anything that was going on. Maggie had her gun readied at her side and Glenn moved back to a safe distance. "What the hell?" Was all you could groggily manage to speak. The two of them asked you a few questions that you barely managed to answer and were given some water when you regained enough consciousness to move at least somewhat well again. Thanking them you asked why they were here and they explained they were just looking for supplies and the place seemed to be abandoned. "We could ask you the same, though." Glenn chimed in. You told them your story of being alone and running from walkers for a while before eventually ending up here and passing out, how you hadn't eaten anything all day and drank your last bit of water this morning.

When they finished clearing the place, Glenn and Maggie agreed to take you with them to the prison where their group lived. On the way there, which took longer than their way to the gas station, seeing what state you were in, they mostly kept quiet about their current living environment even with you asking questions every now and then. It was close to nightfall when you all arrived at the prison and you were stopped by a man in a sheriff's hat. Immediately on you and not letting you take another step onto the property after answering his questions. He sat you down and talked to Maggie and see what info she had on you ans so she repeated everything you had told her, getting approving nods from Glenn who was keeping an eye on you while also reassuring you Rick was less scary than he currently came off as.

After all the talking you were allowed to stay under constant surveillance. This only lasted a week, after which you were allowed to roam around on your own and were set on shared watch with Rick so he could teach you all their ways in case walkers would breach the fence. During the early hours of the night nothing much happened and you had to admit the view of the forest edge looked nice under the moonlight. From time to time you heard a walker rustling through nearby bushes but Rick reassured you to was nothing to worry about until they would start to pile up on the fence. After a long stretch of silence you saw something run across the field and you shoved Rick's shoulder to make sure he'd see it as well. The moment he looked it ran out of sight towards the other side of the building before emerging on the other end again after a short moment. This time Rick saw it as well and sent you towards the fences to go check it out. You ran from the watch tower towards the edge to check out whatever it was that you saw but you couldn't get a clear look at it so after a minute of walking back and forth across fence you decided to go through them, you were armed after all.

The thing was near the treeline and wandering around, seemingly not noticing you watching it. When it ran off you were so intrigued that you followed it out into the woods, not giving a single thought to what you were even following or all the other dangers out there. you followed the thing for a while, getting a better look at it and seeing it resembled a large dog of some sort. Honestly it only reminded you of your favorite monster movies you always watched back in the day, but that was all just suits and CGI. You loved those movies, zombie movies were cool as well until you suddenly all started living in one of course. But that was different, right?? No way other monsters were real as well. you weren't gonna run into a group of murderous vampires living as cannibals, but this creature in front of you did look an awful lot like a werewolf, and not even a small one. while it was hunched over and on all-fours it still reached almost to your shoulders.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't watch your step and tripped over a branch, causing the creature to jump up and tread towards you. As you got up you couldn't take your eyes off it, afraid it would jump you so you backed up until you hit a tree. You were stuck between a large tree with no branches to climb onto, and a huge, murderous, and now that you saw it up close, clearly werewolf.It snarled at you, getting closer to sniff the air and snapping its teeth at you only an inch away from your face.This was gonna end bad.

Back at the prison, Rick was slapped across the shoulder by Maggie. "Did you really just sent the new girl after him? Are you insane?" She whisper-yelled at him. She had been awake and saw you run into the woods after he had snuck out. "Trust me, if you saw how he's always starin' at her, you'd do the same thing. He's not gonna hurt her." The two of them discussed their views for a while with Maggie being totally against the whole idea and Rick feeling like he did a great job. "Come on, Maggie. There's no way he's gonna do anything to her. He's been staring at her like a lovesick puppy ever since they first talked." Rick tried to convince her again. "And you have to admit that she tries her hardest to be around him and actually gets along with him pretty well." He was right, Maggie had talked with her from time to time and it was clear that she liked being around him. Whenever she didn't have any tasks for the day she'd always tag along on hunts with him and she'd be the first one at the gate when he would return from an early morning run to see if he needed to be stitched up. "Fine, I'll give ya this round. But if she gets hurt, you are the one who tells everyone what happened." She jabbed her finger at Rick's chest to make her point that much more clear and returned to watch the horizon for any movement.

Both stared into the distance in peace until they caught movement out in the field. "See? Told you I was right!" Rick called out while Maggie grabbed a pair of binoculars to get a closer look. "That's not a deer in his mouth, Rick." She spoke softly as she shoved the binoculars into his chest, urging him to take a look. It was indeed him who was walking back onto the property, probably on his way to his usual hideout. He followed his steps and tried to focus on what he was carrying that according to Maggie wasn't a deer. "Oh shit." He let out as he lowered the item and rushed off the stairs towards the abandoned back of the building. When he rounded the last corner he had almost caught un with them and saw him now carefully placing you down in the emptied shed, on top of the cloths they had put there for when he'd turn back. The pile of clothes neatly folded next to the door. He deemed the situation as safe and left back to the guard tower to finish his shift.

You woke up before the sun started coming up and were shocked to find out you weren't in the woods anymore. Truth be told you couldn't remember what happened. The creature snapped at you, looking like it was ready to chow down on you and then everything went black. Taking in your surroundings you learned you were in some kind of shed, you were on a pile of fabric and there was a pile of clothes, illuminated by the moonlight near the open entrance. Trying to get up you learned that it wasn't a heavy blanket that was on you, but an extended arm draped over your waist coming from behind you. You quietly wiggled out from underneath the arm and went to investigate. Your first move was to go outside and look where you were. You were at the prison, but on a side of the building you had never been before. After being sure you were at least somewhat safer than you expected you went back inside, passing the pile of clothes again and decided to take a look. There was a pair of boots, a larger size so you assumed they were a guy's, together with some torn and patched up jeans and a shirt with sleeves torn at different lengths. Taking away at the pile one piece at a time, you found something that you immediately recognised. "Daryl?" You said out loud upon seeing his winged leather vest. A low growl came from behind you. You had been so focused on the clothes that you hadn't realised you might had woken up the slumbering beast.

You got up and ran without thinking of it and ended up cornered within seconds, Daryl's vest still clasped tightly to your chest. Eyes wide, you couldn't cast your gaze away from the creature in front of you. Now, on its hindlegs you were able to fully take in it's size. You were even more terrified than before in the forest, this time there was really no way out. You dropped to your knees, hugging the vest of your dear friend closely and cried, begging for someone to hear you and come save you but no sound other than sobs left you. You saw the light shift in your vision and carefully looked up, seeing that your cabin partner had now sat down and was staring at you. Blue eyes staring right into yours before getting back up and crawling underneath the pile of blankets in the corner, completely covering itself except for its tail poking from underneath it all. Every time you tried to take a step closer you were growled at, louder each time until you gave up and sat back down in the furthest corner. Eyes trained on the pile, you saw every small movement that happened and every breath the beast took. Its breathing became heavier and now started to get louder and snarls and growls would come out more and more until another sound broke your concentration and had you jump up a little. It sounded like a bone snapping in half, joined with other nasty snapping and tearing sounds. The pile moved but you couldn't make out what was going on as you covered your ears, trying to block out the gruesome noises until everything stopped moving and the shape beneath the piles had shrunk to half its size. All you heard now was breathing like someone had just ran from a herd of walkers. While everything seemed safe, you were too afraid to move from your spot so you stayed. Sitting there with Daryl's vest still in your hands you waited for the sun to come up and go find your group again. You companion's breathing had evened out and you assumed they'd fallen asleep again. Gathering all your courage you creeped closer to the pile and took in its shape, making out the shape of a person and carefully taking the first blanket away, sadly not revealing anything. The next one only uncovered an arm, lazily thrown over what you assumed was a head still covered in blankets. You sat there contemplating your next move. Were you going to take away another layer or were you gonna leave this one alone and let them wake up in peace?

Yeah, you were seeing who it was that terrorised you throughout the entire night. Taking a deep breath you took the edge of the next fabric and carefully lifted it, but before you could get a look your wrist was grabbed tightly and you were thrown on your back with whoever it was over you, snarling and ready to attack. You let out a surprised yelp as you were thrown down. At least now you could get a good look at who it was, and it wasn't who you expected to see. "Daryl?" You sighed, on one hand relieved he wasn't killed like you thought before when you found his vest. On the other hand completely out of it now that you figured out his probably biggest secret. Did others know about this place? Did they know about him and weren't they afraid?

Keeping your eyes on his you had to try your hardest not to let them wander off when you remembered he was in fact still very naked. "Please," You quietly pleaded. "get dressed.." You mumbled as you covered your eyes with your free arm, making sure you wouldn't see anything and trying to make him feel maybe less uncomfortable.He grumbled something you couldn't make out before you felt him move off you and heard rustling of clothes. "Where's mah vest?" You heard him ask and moved a bit only to feel it underneath you. Sitting up you slowly moved your arm away from your face and relaxed when you saw Daryl was dressed enough to be less distracting at least. When you were about to get up to hand him his vest, he'd walked across the shed and sat down in front of you like he did earlier tonight before he has changed back. "M'sorry." It wasn't much but it was enough for now.

You handed him his vest and stayed quiet for the most part. Not knowing what to say and what could set him off like when you woke him up scared you enough to not talk to him at all except for answering his questions or comments. It took a while for the two of you to get comfortable around each other enough to go out on a morning hunt but after words could be exchanged well enough to make a plan you were good to go. You left through Daryl's secret way out and started tracking a deer that had walked close to the forest's edge. Closing in on it you came across the spot where he had you cornered and almost attacked you, causing you to stop in your tracks and freeze up all of a sudden. The area was nothing special, just a small spot with no low bushes and some large trees. The thing that set you off were the claw marks that were now as clear as day on a lot of the surrounding trees, showing just how much strength was behind those claws. You didn't hear Daryl call for you and you didn't realise he had taken down the deer by now without much of your help in the end. "Hey," He called again, not getting a reply and put a hand on your shoulder causing you to jump. "Ya alright there?" He looked concerned at first, but there was something else underneath. You shook your head to get out of your daze. "Yeah I'm good. Sorry." You apologised without really knowing what there was to apologise for. You didn't even realise you had frozen that bad. Daryl looked around him and only now really connected the dots. He let out a sigh as he walked over to you, showing you his hand. "S'normal again now. See?" He held his hand up, turning it so you could get a good look. "I aint hurtin' ya." It was more than just a statement to him. This was a promise he was going to keep no matter what would happen from now on. You accepted his words and agreed to move back to the prison with your freshly hunted deer.

After you both finished your morning routines, Daryl walked over to your cell, asking you to follow him outside. The two of you walked back to the shed behind the building and sat down to talk properly this time. It wasn't that you were scared anyone, it was more of an anxious 'what if' feeling that kept gnawing at your thoughts. How were you gonna be sure he wouldn't get angry at a wrong question or what if you couldn't agree with something he insisted was right? "Hey," was all he said to get you out of your thoughts again. "Yer almost panicking here. Ya still scared of me." It wasn't a question but more of a statement and truth be told, he was right after all. You were scared of your friend and you had no idea how to change that. You didn't want to be but the feeling was still there, it kept eating at you that there was a chance that you'd do something wrong enough for him to snap. Being unable to stop those thoughts, the tears joined rapidly after. You didn't know what t say or how to even stop crying but you knew that letting out the emotions was a good way to show that you had no clue how to handle all of this and needed the help. Daryl wasn't sure what exactly to do but he knew that touching you wasn't going to help. He had brought his pack and dug around for some leftovers that he didn't finish before turning last night and offered what he found. You accepted the food and kept in in your lap, being unable to eat anything while you were still crying. You mumbled a thankyou and moved over to Daryl, dropping yourself onto him and letting him know you were okay with him getting closer and you weren't afraid of him touching you when he wasn't angry. Daryl was surprised with this turn of events, it was a turn for the better at least. "Can ya tell me what's up? Cus' this shows ya ain't scared of this me at least." He didn't want to pry but he had to get at least something out of you now that you had some privacy. You were still softly sobbing but it had gotten less already. Taking deep breaths helped to calm down, and having Daryl's arms around you now in a protective manner was really getting rid of most of your fear. "You scared me last night." This was the first time Daryl had to go through something like this. Yes, he had to tell others in the group about his issue and it ended in Rick almost shooting him during a full moon before Daryl saved his life, and Carol hadn't spoken to him for days after she saw him turned but she came to his cell on her own to apologise and accept him for what he was. He also hadn't attacked either of them. Not that he really touched you, but he scared you enough for you to pass out, and again afterwards in the shed enough to make you cry almost twice.

"I ain't hurtin' ya, ever." He said again, hoping to convince both you and himself because truthfully he had no idea if he was ever going to hurt her if he wasn't in control."I like you. This is all new." Small sentences were your way to go for now and Daryl accepted that immediately. He nodded and hummed in approval of your confession, hugging you a bit closer and moving to sit more comfortable. "I like ya too. Tha's why ya ended up in that shed." You let out a huff of laughter at that, making it sound like he had some other plans if you hadn't passed out. "Ya I was gonna tell ya all this, but now ya saw everythin' already.." He wanted to talk, but he had no clue where to go at all, nothing that he wanted to say felt like the right words so he opted for a question. "Wha'cha think of all this?" He motioned at the shed and the cleared off area and himself as well, hoping that your answer would spark some more conversation and solutions.

Sighing, you thought hard about your words. Some things popped into your head and before you could lose your thought again you spoke. "I'm good with it. You're good and you're you and you kept me safe, you know." He did know. He knew he kept you safe last night, but the words that hit him the hardest were the ones no one had told him before. He was still him, even if he looked different or had a second nature that could be dangerous, he was still him. "Thanks for tha', girlie." You were regaining your smile and laughed. "Yeah, my friend's a dog. what's your story huh." You joked laughing out loud. It was a sound Daryl had heard before when you and Carol were on tasks together and laugher would fill the prison hall. He couldn't get enough of it.

"So, yer okay with bein' here with me? Gotta admit ya kept me calm last night." He now wasn't looking at you but at the ground and you were sure you could see a small blush creep up on his face. "Daryl," You turned in his lap so you could look at his face properly. You took his face in your hands to make sure he wasn't going to look away. "I'll stay with you for as long as you need." You made your statement as clear as you could possibly make it, hoping he'd understand everything behind those words. "Hell, I'm just gonna say this now before I lose the courage.." You took a last deep breath and just went for it. "I've kinda wanted to ask you if you'd want me as your girlfriend, but all of this happened before I got a chance to but you have to know I still want that, even after learning all of this."

Now it was Daryl's turn to laugh happily and pull you close to him, nuzzling your cheek and accepting your request with more glee than you had ever seen on him. "I love ya." He admitted finally, kissing your cheek to not overstep his boundaries in true Daryl fashion.

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juletheghoul · 3 years

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Mysticus Chapter 2

Ezra x F!Reader Soulmates AU

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Nothing yet - maybe language (Smut later on)

Masterlist Chapter 3

Later that night you realize that after your mystery patron left, you made your way back to the shitty motel you were staying at seemingly in a daze. Almost as if you were on autopilot.

Laying in bed having showered and locked up everything tightly, you stared at your dog curiously. She didn’t seem much different than she usually did.

“What the hell was that about huh? Did you turn into a teddy bear all of a sudden?” you often spoke to her as if she’d respond. You supposed that in some ways she usually did, or at least you felt as though she did. She looked at you without lifting her head, the barest hint of acknowledgment.

“Excuse me ma’am, I’m speaking to you.” You stared at her – she looked away and let out a heavy sigh. Wow. Rude. Maybe he smelled like someone familiar? Either way its lucky she didn’t bite or growl at him, relieved that you didn’t have to deal with that fall out.

You stared at the little mark in your palm with the little sliver of light that cut through the darkness of the sad little room you both had been staying in for the past week and thought about it’s twin on the man at the carnival. His voice in the back of your mind as you pictured his face. The smile that made your heart beat faster, those deep brown eyes that crinkled giving you that smile. The feel of his lips on the back of your hand, you could almost feel it as you drifted off to sleep.

The same sliver of light woke you the next morning, and not in the best of moods. You had a vague sense of nightmares but nothing concrete, a couple of minutes later you couldn’t even remember. The feeling however didn’t go away, and it followed you like a cloud throughout the day. After taking the dog out to handle her business and grabbing yourself some breakfast you sat in the bed and upturned your earnings to see what you were working with.

“Okay, so we have $115 from the carnival along with the little bit we still have for emergencies. Which means we’re at a grand total of $637.53. That’s not too bad huh?” the dog gave a little huff.

“One more day at the carnival wouldn’t hurt – lets see if we can make it an even $700. Don’t look at me like that, it’s got nothing to do with that guy he probably forgot what he said. I doubt we’ll ever see him again.” You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince. The dog was ever silent and you gave her a little frown but put your money away anyway.

You decided that no matter what happened at the carnival, this was your last night in this town. It felt as though you’d stayed there too long already. To harden your resolve, you checked out of the motel early and packed up everything you owned - double and triple checking that you didn’t miss anything - into the back of your jeep. You used the rest of the day to restock everything you needed for your life on the road – snacks, extra gas for the long stretches of road between gas stations, dog food & snacks for your girl, as well as basic toiletries that had been used up or were running dangerously low. Everything went into the back of the jeep where you had your life neatly organized. Feeling better about your provisions, you made your way over to the carnival.

It was a slow night. Not as many customers as you would have hoped for and the cloud over your head felt as though it was getting heavier, full to bursting with rain and hail, thunder and lightning. The feeling that seemed like a vague suggestion of a bad dream, now sat heavy and low in the pit of your stomach like a brick. You tried to shake it off but the slightest movement had you whipping your head around, any normal carnival noise had you jumping and it wasn’t just you. The dog’s ears kept prickling like she too was on the lookout. Even the smells of carnival, which normally were the only thing you liked about it – were making you queasy. Donuts and funnel cakes, cotton candy and roasted nuts, things you usually liked now were cloying and were threatening to make you gag.

You felt him before you actually saw him and when your eyes locked and he gave you that secret smile, it felt as though the wind got knocked out of you.

He sat down opposite you and you stared at each other for a few minutes in silence. You mapped out the lines of his face unabashedly while he did the same. You noticed the scar on his cheek that you’d somehow missed the night before and again that wild urge to reach out and touch him struck you again.

“Good evening Birdie, I cannot put into words the euphoria I feel in seeing you again.”

“Do you always speak like that?” you blurted out, as your eyes widened and the colour rose high in your cheeks.

“Do you find it bothersome?” he asked seemingly unphased, you’re guessing you probably aren’t the first person to ask him.

“No.” You certainly didn’t speak in such flowery prose but then again, you travelled alone with a dog so your conversations were very one-sided.

“I found myself contemplating how a petal as exquisite as yourself found herself providing your services in this barren no-name town. I suspect you’re not a local?”

“Nope, just passing through.” You ignored the compliment.

“As I suspected. As am I petal. I don’t suppose you’d be agreeable to coming to a little arrangement? I’m looking for transport out of this place and as romantic as the thought of purchasing a bus ticket and driving off into the sunset with strangers on all sides is, I’d rather travel with someone as lovely as yourself to look at.” You gawked at him. “I realize that we do not know each other but I assure you petal I am as harmless as a newborn kitten.” Yeah. Right. You weren’t afraid of this man in any way, you couldn’t explain why but there was something in the pit of your stomach that told you he was safe. Were you actually considering this??

“You want me to give you a ride? You don’t even know where I’m going, and how do you know I’m harmless?” You crossed your arms over your chest to hide the frantic beating of your heart, as if he could somehow see it.

“Call it intuition. What do you say? Are you agreeable?” He reached out his hand to shake on your agreement. You stared at his hand momentarily when a thought struck you.

“What do you say girl, should we pick up a stray?” You looked over at your dog. She stood up and walked over to him – he smiled and pet her behind the ear and she licked his hand again. That settled it.

“Agreed.” You both shook on it.

It was only as you both walked over to your jeep that you realized you’d never asked him his name.

At first it was a little strange having someone other than the dog in the Jeep, but he volunteered to drive and you couldn’t help but admit that it was nice. It was nice to be in the passengers seat with the window open, sun shining on your face, wind blowing through your hair and the steady hum of his voice lulling you into a state of relaxation you haven’t felt since god knows when. That was another thing that was strange. Conversation. You spoke to the dog often but she didn’t respond. Not verbally anyway. You both made your way through each town, deciding off the cuff whether or not you wanted to stay or keep going. It was also very nice having him pitching in with gas money. The first time you pulled into a gas station he was out of the car before you could fully comprehend what he was doing, filling up your tank and walking in to pay without so much as a word. As he got in and dropped a bottle of water in your lap he gave you one of those smiles that made your heart skip a beat, and noticing the look of confusion on your face he laughed lightly.

“I figure if you’re courteous enough to allow me to accompany you in your cross-country travel, the very least I can do is contribute with the cost of fuel. Now I have purchased some water for you because you have to stay hydrated, especially in this heat and I’m guessing the little lady riding in the back might also be a little thirsty. What do you say girl, do you need to go about your business?” the dog perked her ears up as he grabbed her leash to lead her outside.

You were left speechless, but glad you didn’t have to have the awkward conversation when you eventually did run out of gas money. That was another thing that seriously weirded you out. He spoke to your dog as if he’d known her forever – no fear – no hesitation and while for other dogs that was usually fine, you knew for a fact that your dog was most decidedly not open to new people. Except him it seemed. You watched as he led her near the trees while she relieved herself and trotted back happily for a drink of water. Any part of you which held a little bit of regret at readily accepting him joining you was gone in that moment.

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spencerreidslove · 4 years

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Let’s Be Bad

A/N: I was rewatching season 6 episode 13 “The Thirteenth Step” when it hit me. What if Spencer and Y/N were a crime duo being hunted by the BAU? So this idea was born. This fic is my baby and probably one of the longest things I have ever written. There is mentions of aclchol, a couple sexual themes, and normal Criminal Minds case stuff, so be aware. Let me know if you guys want a part 2 with their interrogation and stuff.

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“Buckle up crime fighters, because this one is bad.” Garcia said, standing up at the board. She clicked the remote to show a murder scene, four bodies in total, in a totally destroyed gas station.

“Not only did our bad guy murder four people last night in Chandler, Arizona, the police believe that he also did this.”

Gracia clicked her remote and the picture changed to another scene, six bodies this time, in a drugstore.

“A massacre just outside of Las Vegas, three weeks ago.”

“Three weeks is a long cooling off period.” Rossi said.

“M.O’s the same, though. All shot in the head and then all dragged into a line, store totally destroyed.” Prentiss said.

“With last night’s murder bringing the body count up to 10, the police need our help now. Wheels up in thirty.” Hotch said, standing up from the table.

“Seriously? You want to go somewhere cold?” Spencer asked as you made your way into a small sandwich shop, just over the Utah border.

“Yes! Imagine waking up on Christmas Day to a white Christmas.” You said, wrapping your arms around one of Spencer’s.

“Where would we go that’s like that?” He asked, looking up at the menu, printed on a board.

“Wyoming. Up in the mountains. It’s nice there. We’ll get a cabin, live up there, together.”

“Alright,” Spencer said, smiling. “We’ll go to Wyoming. After.” He put one of his arms around your shoulders.

“After.” You agreed.

The two of you made your way to the counter, where a man, no older than 20 or so was waiting.

“What can I get you?” He asked, cleaning a spot on the counter.

He looked up and immediately his eyes latched onto yours.

Spencer said his sandwich order, but the boy didn’t seem to hear him. He was too busy staring at you, making you very uncomfortable.

“Hey.” Spencer said, slamming his hand on the counter. This seemed to knock the boy out of his trance.

“Sorry.” The boy said, still not taking his eyes off you.

“Take your eyes off my girlfriend and take our orders.” Spencer said, getting angrier.

“Sorry, she’s just like really pretty.” The boy said. Under his breath he mumbled, “I don’t see how she ended up with you.”

“That’s it.” Spencer said. He reached into his waistband and pulled out his pistol. Spencer quickly shot the boy in the head, and then turned to the other two patrons in the store. He quickly shot them, and then started moving to put them in a line.

This wasn’t the plan. You had only killed 2 days ago, the police would be quick to link you to this murder. But, Spencer sometimes had a temper and when it took over, there was no going back.

You pulled out your own pistol, and shot the remaining store worker who had come out from the back room.

“I’ll line them up.” You said to Spencer. “Go clear the security cameras.”

Spencer nodded and went into the back room. You spent the next few minutes lining the bodies up in a row. When you went into the back room, you saw Spencer toying with the panel that controlled the cameras.

The cameras quickly went blank, and only showed dark screens.

“I’m so glad you’re smart enough to know how to do that.” You said.

“IQ of 187 sweetheart.” Spencer said. “C’mon, let’s get going before the cops show up.”

“Hotch!” Emily called putting across the parking lot. “You aren’t going to believe this.”

Hotch turned his attention from the local police officer to Emily.

“A witness was next door at the craft store and saw a man and woman leave the sandwich shop together a couple of minutes after the gunfire.” Emily said.

“We’re looking for a man and woman killing team?” Hotch asked.

Emily shrugged. “Apparently.”

“Another witness said he saw the back of the liscine plate from across the street.” Morgan said, coming up to the group. “He didn’t get any numbers but he saw it was from Nevada.”

“Makes sense of their first murder was in Vegas.” Emily said.

“Prentiss, make sure the witness who saw the man and woman gets to a sketch artist. Morgan, see if the man remembers what type of car they were driving, then see if Garcia can find anybody from Nevada who drives that model.” Hotch said, directing out tasks.

“Going from three weeks to a 2 day cooling period is a massive deescalation.” Rossi said. “Something in that shop must’ve set them off.”

“You said the security cameras were wiped?” Hotch asked.

“Yeah, you can’t even access them now.” Rossi said.

“Get then to Garcia, she’s the only person who might be able to get them back and working”.

“They’ve found out that we’re a man and a woman team.” You said, calling out to Spencer, who was in the bathroom. You were laying on the bed in a random hotel, watching the news, where a blonde woman was talking about your most recent murder.

“Doesn’t matter. They haven’t linked us to the others, have they?” Spencer asked, coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“They don’t have a clue.” You said.

“Good. For all they know we just shoot random people. They have no clue about the others.” He said.

You smiled as he came over beside you and started kissing your neck. “They’re never gonna get us.” He said.

You laughed a little as Spencer nicked lower on your neck.

“They’re too stupid to know what we’ve done.” You said. You could feel Spencer smile as he continued his kisses lower.

“What have you got Garcia?” Hotch asked to the laptop that was sitting on a table in the local police precinct.

“Not a lot, sir. Whoever wiped these cameras is some kind of genius. It’s nearly impossible to get the footage. And I am a cyber genius.” Garcia said.

“So you can’t get any footage off them?”

“Sir, I said it was nearly impossible. I will have this footage recovered wether it kills me. Au revoir!” Garcia said, signing off.

“These sketches aren’t helpful in the slightest.” Prentiss said dropping the pictures on the table. “The witness said she only saw the side profile of the woman and the man had sunglasses on and was faced away from her for most of the time.”

Hotch sighed. “We don’t have enough.”

“Ok, why these people? Why these places? They’re clearly going somewhere, but where is that?” Morgan asked.

“We have too many questions and not enough answers.” JJ said.

You were laying across the backseat of the car, your head in Spencer’s lap. You were drinking some kind of random alcohol Spencer had picked up straight out of the bottle.

“I can’t believe we’re here.” Spencer said, stroking your hair and looking out of the window.

“I could’ve waited.” You said.

Your car was parked down the street from your childhood home. It was your brother’s birthday and you knew he would be home. It was finally time to exact your revenge, just had Spencer did.

“Y/N, c’mon. It’ll be good for him to be gone.” Spencer said. “Plus, I get to see your childhood room in all its glory.”

You laughed a little and shoved him lightly. “You got it?” You asked.

Spencer moved as he reachedfor his bag in the front seat. He pulled out a small vile of poison. “Wouldn’t forget it.”

You slowly sat up. “We have a birthday party to attend.”

“Oh!” Garcia cried, looking at her computer screen.

She quickly reached over and dialed for Hotch’s phone number. “What have you got, Garcia?”

“I got the footage back! It took a lot of work and a lot of trouble but I got it! It’s already sent to your tablets.”

Hotch picked up the tablet and clicked play on the video Garcia sent him. In the video, a young man and woman were walking into a sandwich shop, talking and holding hands.

“Keep an eye on those customers that just walked in.” Garcia said.

They reached the counter and engaged in a heated discussion with a worker.

“There’s no sound on the original video, so I don’t know what they’re saying.” Garcia said.

The man took a pistol out of his waistband and shot the worker, and then turned and shop the other customers. The woman reached and grabbed a pistol and shop the other employee that had come running out.

The woman began lining the bodies up while the man disappeared into the back room. The woman joined him, and then the cameras went dark.

“Garcia, run their faces, see if anything comes up.” Hotch said.

“Already on it. If they have ever been photographed, I will find their entire life.”

Hotch let out a sigh of relief.

They finally had a break in the case.

“I’m nervous.” You said. You and Spencer were standing on the front porch of your childhood house, waiting to ring the bell.

“It’ll be fine. We get in, act all friendly, and then we put it into their drinks, and then we get out.” Spencer said, coming over and rubbing your back.

“Alright.” You said, ringing the doorbell.

There was a moment before somebody came to the door. “Y/N?” A woman asked on the other side of the door.

“Hi, Mom.” You said.

“I thought you said you’d never wanted to come back here again?” Your mom asked.

“Yeah, well things change.” You said. “This is Spencer, he’s coming in too.”

You and Spencer made your way past your mom into the living room where your brother and his wife were sitting.

“Y/N?” You brother asked.

“Max.” You said, addressing him. “Happy Birthday.” It took everything in your power not to slap him. He was the reason for all your suffering.

“It’s nice to see you.” He said, standing up and going to hug you. You flinched slightly, but still managed to hug him back. He squeezed you just a little too tightly.

“And who’s this?” Max asked, looking at Spencer.

“Spencer.” You said.

Max sighed and shook his head. “Never one to elaborate.” He stuck out his hand for Spencer to shake.

Spencer kindly shook it back, giving Max just the slightest smile.

“Happy Birthday.” Spencer said.

You caught Spencer’s eye as Max moved to sit back down. It would be a happy birthday, just not for Max.

“We are looking for a man and woman killing team, they are most likely in a relationship and are on a mission.” Hotch said, standing in front of the local PD.

“At this time we do not know what their mission is, but we believe they are on a trip to reach that point. They started in Nevada, and were last seen in Utah. They could be headed for any of the surrounding states, including back to Nevada or Arizona.” Prentiss said.

“They are rapidly devolving, as they went from having a three week cooling off period, to two days. We don’t know when they’ll strike again and have to catch them sooner rather than later.” Rossi said.

“All of their attacks have been in small stores; a drug store, a gas station, a sandwich shop. We believe they choose these places due to personal connection to one. Whoever they are going after probably owns a small store.” Morgan said.

“With that in mind, we suggest all owners of small stores who know somebody who looks like this, to keep an eye out. Do not try to approach them, they are armed and dangerous.” JJ said, from her place outside, briefing the news.

“Everybody keep an eye out and be vigilant.” Hotch said.

The crowd dispersed. Morgan’s phone began to ring.

“Talk to me Babygirl.” He said, answering.

“Well, tall dark and handsome I have some great news for you. I got a hit off the faces from the security feed.” Garcia said.

Morgan put her on speakerphone and the team gathered around to listen.

“Your man is Spencer Reid. Child prodigy from Las Vegas, he graduated high school at age 12 and his IQ tests 187. He dropped out of college at age 16 due to the fact that his mother’s schizophrenia was getting worse. Reid became her full time caregiver until around age 25, when he sighned her up for a new drug test that involved her living in a new campus.

“It seemed to be working, until a year ago when the main Doctor administered a new drug cocktail that was not FDA approved, and ended up killing Reid’s mother and several other patients.” Garcia said.

“Garcia, where’s that doctor now? They might be going to kill him if they both lost a parent.” Rossi said.

“I would say yes, but it seems like they already have. Four weeks ago the doctor, his wife, and son were found dead in their apartment from cyanide poisoning.” Garcia said.

“What about the girl?” Prentiss asked.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She is from Silverton, Colorado. She was working in a casino in Vegas until around a month ago.”

“Must be how they met.” Morgan said.

“She filed several cases against her older brother Max Y/L/N for physical abuse, but the charges were dropped everytime. From the looks of her hospital records it was bad.”

“They’ve exacted their revenge on Reid’s nemesis, now they want revenge for Y/N. Garcia what’s Max’s address?” Hotch said.

“He won’t be there. On his wife’s Instagram it says they’re going home for his birthday. I’ve sent you that address.” Garcia said.

“We need to get there, and fast.” Rossi said.

Talking and laughing with your family for several hours was painful, and Spencer could tell. They had watched you suffer for years at the hands of your brother, and did nothing.

“Why don’t I refill everybody’s drinks?” You asked, standing up.

“I’ll help you.” Spencer said.

After you had collected everybody’s cups, you made your way to the kitchen where you filled everybody’s cups with what they had asked for.

Spencer pulled the cyanide vial out of his pocket, and put a little bit in each cup. When you returned to the living room, you handed everybody their cups and watched as they took drinks.

It would be a few minutes before the poison started to kick in, but you couldn’t wait.

After a few moments, your mom started to choke.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Your dad asked. Then he started to choke. After just a few seconds, everybody was on the floor, choking in pain.

You and Spencer quickly came around, grabbing phones and smashing them with your heels, making sure no one could call 911.

When you reached Max, you kicked his face. “That’s what you get you son of a bitch!”

You kicked him again, and again. Before you could do some more damage, Spencer grabbed your arm.

“We better get out of here, darling. We have a lot of ground to cover.” He said. You nodded and followed him out of the house, with one last slam of the door.

“Dammit!” Morgan said, entering the house and seeing that all members of the Y/L/N family were dead in the living room floor.

“They’ve already been here.”

“Hotch, these bodies are still warm, they can’t be far away.” Prentiss said. “We probably just missed them.”

“Hey! We just got a hit from APB, their car was seen headed twoards a hotel a few miles from here.” The local sheriff said.

“Dave stay here and figure out what happened, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, with me.” Hotch said.

You and Spencer we laying on your bed in your hotel room, drinking the same alcohol from earlier.

“You were right.” You said.

“I am about most things. Be more specific.” Spencer said, taking the bottle from you.

“That it would feel good to have him gone.” You said. “I already feel twenty times freer.”

“I knew you would.” Spencer said. He placed the bottle on the bed side table and rolled ove on top of you. “I know lots of things that would make you feel good.”

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door.

“Spencer Reid! Y/N Y/L/N! This is the FBI open the door!” A male voice called from the outside.

You and Spencer both looked at each other in terror.

Could they maybe have found us? Your eyes asked.

The door was suddenly knocked open and FBI agents were flooding into your room.

Spencer and you were being pulled apart and cuffed.

“Spencer Reid, Y/N Y/L/N, you are being charged with the murders of 21 people.” A serious looking man said.

“What?” You said. “You have the wrong people!”

“No we’re pretty sure we don’t.” A brunette woman said.

“You have to have the wrong people! We haven’t done anything!” Spencer said.

You were both being hauled up by the agents behind you.

“Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.” The agent behind you said, reading off your Miranda rights.

Your eyes caught Spencer’s as you were pulled to separate police cars.

Could this really be it? You thought. It looked like it just might be.

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kpopfanfictrash · 4 years

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Road Trip

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook

Word Count: 1,901

Rating: PG-13

Summary: An accompanying drabble to The Rich Man’s Crochet Club. This drabble takes place after the events of RMCC and follows Jungkook (a side character) + a road trip where seokjin “accidentally” gets left behind.

[ PART OF MY JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY DRABBLE GAME ]

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Seokjin said from the back of the van.

“Should’ve gone at lunch,” Jungkook said, grip tightening on the wheel.

Yoongi dozed beside him in the passenger seat, both feet propped on the dashboard and a hat pulled low over his head. Behind Jungkook sat Taehyung, though he had headphones in and was bopping to a beat unheard by the rest of them. In the farthest row sat Seokjin, sprawled out on the seats in order to take a nap.

The van was one of two cars on their great summer road trip. Hoseok drove the other, containing Namjoon and Jimin, but they were currently several miles behind because Hoseok drove like a grandma.

“It’s only been an hour.” Jungkook sighed, checking for Seokjin in the rearview mirror. “Do you seriously have to go?”

It was the second day of said great summer road trip – around noon the day prior, they’d left most hallmarks of civilization behind. Now they were surrounded by wheat fields and blue skies; it had been pretty at first but now, Jungkook had an urge to drive over the fields just to see something different.

“I really do,” Seokjin said, looking pained. “Unless you want me to go in an empty soda bottle, or something. Wait. Taehyung!” Leaning forward, Seokjin tapped Taehyung on the shoulder. “Hey, Taehyung.”

“Huh?” Taehyung started, pulling out an earphone. “You rang?”

Seokjin nodded towards the empty Coke bottle in his hand. “You finished with that?”

“... with my Coke?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, sure,” Taehyung said, finishing it with a swig. He handed it back. “Why, what do you need it for?”

“Well, I –”

“No!” Jungkook blurted, horrified by the situation unfolding. “You are not peeing in that bottle, Seokjin.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot straight up. “What?”

Seokjin was already unbuckling his seat belt. “It’ll be fine,” he assured, clambering into an awkward position with one foot on the ground. “Let me see. If I just twist at the waist–”

“What’ll you do with the bottle after?” Taehyung asked, seeming curious. “Are you just going to keep the pee bottle in your cup holder? What if you accidentally drink it?”

“No and no,” Jungkook said, already pulling into the next lane. “I’ll find you a bathroom, alright? No need to piss all over the rental van.”

“Suit yourself,” Seokjin said, settling back on the seat.

Reaching over the console, Jungkook nudged Yoongi’s side. “Hey. Yoongi.”

Yoongi barely stirred, curling tighter in on himself. “Bite me,” he muttered.

“Yoongi, I need you to find us a restroom.”

“Why? Seokjin’s got a pee cup.”

“Yoongi!” Jungkook huffed, and he finally cracked a smile.

“Alright.” Yoongi yawned, pushing himself into a seated position. “What’m I doing?”

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he pushed his cap back and forth a few times.

“Bathroom,” said Taehyung, leaning to rest his chin on Jungkook’s seat. “I already texted Jimin in the other car that we’re stopping.”

Yawning again, Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s an exit in five miles,” he said as he flicked through his phone. “Should be a gas station there, or something.”

“Alright,” Jungkook said.

He made it there in under five minutes, pulling off a dusty ramp and into a gas station. The building was rundown and under normal circumstances, Jungkook wouldn’t have trusted the bathroom to wash his hands, but it was better than the prospect of Seokjin’s pee bottle.

As soon as Jungkook had the car parked, Seokjin yanked the door open and stumbled from the van. He nearly sprinted towards the restroom sign hanging from the side of a dilapidated building. Jungkook winced as he watched. Another bad sign was having the restroom entrance outside the gas station.

The three of them sat there a moment until Taehyung sighed.

“Well,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Might as well go, since we’re stopped…”

Although he spoke loftily, Jungkook saw the awkward way he walked when he left the van. He also had to go to the bathroom – it wasn’t just Seokjin.

Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt.

“You, too?” Jungkook asked in dismay.

Yoongi shrugged and pushed open his door. “Might as well.”

Once he was left alone, Jungkook sat in the car and after a moment, sighed and pulled out the keys. Climbing from the van, he lifted one hand to his brow and squinted at the horizon. Paris, Oklahoma looked nothing at all like its French counterpart, or so Jungkook assumed based on the photos he’d seen.

There was only one road which led from the highway to the town. Even the word town seemed to be a misnomer, since all that remained was a meager cluster of buildings. One or two cars parked at the curb and more than half the buildings appeared to be boarded up.

While Jungkook watched, a second car pulled off the ramp from the highway. Jungkook recognized Hoseok by the glacial speed at which he took a left turn.

As they pulled into the gas station, Jungkook smiled and waved, but Hoseok remained concentrated on parking the sedan in its spot. Only Jimin beamed and waved back, seated in the passenger seat to combat his carsickness.

“JK!” he yelled, pushing open the door. “This it?”

“Yep.” Jungkook jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Seokjin’s inside.”

As though on cue, the door to the restroom banged open and Seokjin stumbled out, shaking his hands as though they had been sullied.

“Phew.” He whistled, passing a disgusted-looking Taehyung. “That place has not been cleaned in a while. Hey, JK!” Seokjin walked towards the main building. “I’m going to get some gummies!”

“Alright!” Jungkook called back. “I’ll fill up on gas.”

“Make sure to give it more than one pump!”

Cracking up at his own joke, Seokjin headed into the building. Jungkook glared at his backside for a moment, burning holes in his jacket.

As soon as Seokjin was gone, Jungkook whirled around. “Alright,” he said, clasping both hands together. “New plan. Who’s down to prank Jin?”

Hoseok, who had just exited the car, looked at him in alarm. Namjoon, who had followed suit, gave Jungkook a bemused glance.

“That’s never a good idea, JK,” he cautioned. “Seokjin always retaliates, you always get mad and things always get way out of hand.”

“Yeah.” Hoseok bent to stretch his hamstrings. “Remember that one time you put salt in his soda, so Seokjin put a laxative in yours and you spent the whole night shitting on the toilet?”

Jungkook grimaced at the memory. “Okay, but that was one –”

“Or the time you put saran wrap on his toilet,” Jimin said, appearing beside them. He gently rubbed sunscreen into the bridge of his nose. “Seokjin responded by barricading your room with beer cases while you slept. He trapped you and your date inside.”

“Okay, that wasn’t great either – but this will be!” Jungkook insisted. “It’ll be totally harmless. You’ll just get back on the road and we’ll hide in town. Seokjin will come outside and freak, thinking we left him. Then we’ll come back and pick him up!”

“It’s a bad idea,” Namjoon said right away.

“It is,” agreed Hoseok. “But I kind of want to see where it goes.”

“Jimin.” Namjoon looked around. “You’re the tie-breaker.”

Jimin pondered for a moment, glancing again at the gas station. Taehyung had finished going to the bathroom and was walking their way, which meant only Yoongi needed to go. Seokjin could be seen just inside the store, picking out gummies with a serious expression.

“Alright, fine.” Jimin turned. “But whatever happens in retaliation better not slow our speed towards the west coast. I promised Olivia we’d Skype once I got there.”

“Deal,” Jungkook said with a nod.

They immediately dispersed, heading back towards their cars and once Taehyung arrived, he was filled in on the plan. His response of ‘hell yes’ was a positive indicator of his enthusiasm. Yoongi didn’t seem to care either way; all he said was, ‘don’t wake me up,’ and climbed into the front seat.

Jungkook entered the front, putting the car in reverse to exit the gas station. Seokjin continued to linger inside – it took him a good five to ten minutes to pick out the right bag of gummies; they all knew this from experience and had seen it first-hand.

Hoseok’s car pulled onto the highway – they’d catch up to him soon – and Jungkook drove behind a building in town to wait. It didn’t take long before his cell phone was vibrating.

“Hello?” he said pleasantly, answering on the third ring.

“JEON JUNGKOOK. YOU RAT BASTARD, YOU LEFT ME!”

Jungkook winced and held the phone from his ear. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Look in the backseat!” Seokjin yelped. “I’ll wait. AM I THERE?”

In faux concern, Jungkook peered over his shoulder. Taehyung cackled, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Yoongi remained dead asleep on the passenger side.

“Shit,” Jungkook gasped, returning the phone to his ear. “I thought you were riding in Hobi’s car after the stop.”

“WHY WOULD I DO THAT?”

By this point, Jungkook was laughing so hard, he had to set his phone down for Seokjin not to hear. Managing to compose himself a bit, he lifted the phone to his ear.

“So, like, do you want us to come get you, or…?”

“OR WHAT, JUNGKOOK? OR. WHAT?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook shrugged. “You could always hitchhike, or something. Isn’t that a great, American tradition?”

“Sure, it is. If you want to DIE.”

“Jack Kerouac did it and he didn’t die.”

“Jack Kerouac was white,” Seokjin said. “And he was on drugs half the time! Dude probably didn’t even know he was in danger.”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook laughed, pulling from behind the building. “We’re on our way back.”

They were close enough to the gas station that Jungkook saw the very moment Seokjin’s jaw dropped. He stared at the van as they approached; Jungkook imagined the look on his face as similar to Cesar right before Brutus stabbed him. Utter betrayal.

“You little… wet-faced weasel,” Seokjin declared as the car pulled to a stop. Jungkook pushed the button for the door to open. “You were just waiting behind that building?”

“Yep!”

“Why –”

“Hop in!” Jungkook said, trying to contain his laughter.

Taehyung was also dying, laughing so hard tears slid down his face. “Wet-faced weasel,” he gasped.

Seokjin made sure to step on his foot as he climbed in the backseat. Settling down and facing the rest of the van, Seokjin menacingly leveled a finger at Jungkook.

“You’ll pay for this,” he said. As dignified as he could, he dropped his bag of gummies beside him. “This, I swear. May I never dance to WAP at a party again.”

“That’s not really a deterrent,” muttered Yoongi, unmoving from the front seat.

“May I ALWAYS dance to WAP at parties!” Seokjin remedied.

In the rearview mirror, Jungkook saw Seokjin crack a smile and relaxed, knowing everything was alright. Seokjin would get over this fast and they’d return to normal. Who knew – maybe Seokjin would even forget and there’d be no returning prank.

Obviously, this wasn’t what happened.

A week later, Seokjin crouched behind a cactus for over three hours just to startle Jungkook when he went out for his morning jog. Jungkook toppled into a bunch of smaller cacti, leaving his ass in a sorry state for the rest of the trip.

Namjoon had been right, Jungkook decided after that. The prank had not been worth it.

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wrath-sos-dovah · 3 years

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Demon Headcanons

Now before we get to the bullet point headcanons that I normally do, I want to discuss what makes a Demon a Demon. Like when you see a Mo'arg, a Nathrezim and a Felsaber you would go "ah yes, demons." so where's the line that stops something from being a demon? So if you go to the WoWiki page for Demons, which has a section just for traits Demons can have. Now with those traits in mind lets examine a felsworn race; with the Fel Orcs, they meet quite a few of the listed traits such as; unnatural skin colour, Fangs & Claws. But some of you are saying "oh they're not demons because their souls aren't tied to the twisting nether." but what's stopping them from binding themselves to it, like their world is already apart of the twisting nether so... And you can't say its not possible to bind a soul to the twisting nether that isn't naturally bound to the twisting nether. As the Man'ari Eredar, who only have the addition traits of wings and horns, weren't bound to the twisting nether when they were discovered by Sargeras. Now those of you who still ignore my point are probably saying "Well, their homeworld has to be in the twisting nether for them to be "real" Demons." Y'ALL REMEMBER THE SATYR'S WERE NIGHT ELVES AND THUS, ORIGINATE FROM BLOODY AZEROTH RIGHT!? So here's where I personally draw the line between Demons and regular Fel infused races; a Demon is a race that has had drastic changes to their bodies and/or have more than one demonic trait. So Blood Elves and Orcs aren't demons but Felblood Elves and Fel Orcs are demons, savvy? Now on to the bullet points.

Annihilan (Pit Lord):

Their homeworld is called Annandor and it's a Desert Death World. Death Worlds are worlds that the Legion has deemed too dangerous to support large-scale settlements outside of the natives.

Annihilan have a clan based society where the strongest clan is on top with their cheiftain being the King of all Annihilans. The clan currently in charge gets to live at the largest oasis on the planet. In order for another clan to claim the title of strongest clan, their cheiftan who is the strongest of the clan must challange the current king and defeat them. Should a threat greater than the head clan can handle arise, all the clans will temporarily unite to stop it. All clans are nomatic in nature with the expection of the head clan. there are 5 clans in total with Mannoroth's known as in their language; The Flayer Fangs.

The Annihilan, like most of the species that inhabit Annandor are carnivorous.

Annihilan live for about 150 years, when one dies the clan will bring their bones to the clans graveyard and leave the bones there without a burial.

Annihilan carve their tusks with symbols of events in their lives.

Antaen:

They also come from Annandor.

The Antaen don't really have a culture as they live in a stone age era. It should also be noted that they don't normally live in groups, instead they live alone and only gather with others to produce young.

Unlike most life on Annandor, Antaen are herbivores.

The Average lifespan for Antaen is 500 years, when they realise their nearing their death the Antaen will bury themselves. Which means most if not all the mountains on Annandor are dead Antaens.

While most Antaen are primative in nature, Kin'garoth is the only one smart enough to acutally build Fel reavers.

Aranasi:

The Aranasi homeworld is called Rancora and it's a Feral Mining World. Feral World Inhabitants are regarded by the Legion as harmless but generally useless, Mining Worlds are self explanitory.

Aranasi are a matriarchal culture with their main leader being known as a Venom Queen, males who do not have some sort of consort are considered as pets. While they did fight the Legion they did loose however, the Aranasi acclimated to their new life fairly easily. The Aranasi now act in similar roles as the Sayaadi and Shivarra within the Legion.

Aranasi are insectivores in nature, they also consider Bilescourges a delicacy.

Aranasi live for around 160 years, when they die their bodies are used to feed their young.

Aranasi females have mating dances that involve their wing-like structures in order to garner a male.

Bilescourge:

Bilescourges are also found on Rancora.

As these Demons don't have any intelligence, they do not have a culture.

Bilescourges are scavangers in nature.

A Bilescourge lives for around 40 years and when they die, they are either eaten by other Bilescourges or a lucky Aranasi.

A group of Bilescourges is called a swarm.

Darkglare:

Darkglares come from the Planet of Odgenar which is a Gas Giant Research Staion, Research Stations are Worlds which contain no significant sentient population and thus are where dangerous experiments for the Legion are done. Aside from the gases (which are; Helium, Hydrogen & Nitrogen) Odgenar is almost entierly covered in water.

While the Darkglares are a distant cousin to the Observers, do not like them as many a war was lost to the Observers with their multiple eye beams. Due to this the Darkglares mostly reside above the waters surface, where they work to prove their superiority. Aside from that, Darkglare culture is surprisingly like that of the Goblins of Azeroth.

Darkglares are piscivores, which is a rather difficult diet when they only have a large lung capacity instead of gills like a Observer but it is the only carnivorous diet on the planet.

Darkglares live for 240 years and when one dies, the being they were closest to takes their skull and throws it at the nearest Observer and then cusses at them to then run away with the skull.

The equivalent of balding for Darkglares is when they start growing more spikes near their mouths.

Darksteed (Dreadsteed, Wrathsteed & Felsteed):

As most of you recall Darksteeds come from Xoroth which is clasified as a Agri Death World, Agri worlds are simply used for food to aid in fueling the Legion.

Darksteeds are simply Demon Horses and as such don't have a culture.

Darksteeds are expectedly herbivores.

A Darksteed has a lifespan of 2400 years.

When a Darksteed chooses their rider they are bonded for life and as such if the rider dies before the Dreadsteed, it will not accept another rider.

Dli'Geolg (Destroyer):

Destroyers are a race that was artificially made by the mixing of Man'ari and Infernal essence and as such are a native of Argus.

Because Destroyers are a sub-species of the Man'ari, they share a culture.

Destroyers are carnivorous but also require soul and/or fel energies due to their Infernal essence.

Due to the shorter lifespans of Infernals Destoryers only live for around 6500 years, which has saddend many a Man'ari.

Krosus was the only Destroyer given the title of Doom Lord.

Ered'ruin:

Ered'ruin come from the planet of Erzannon which is a Feral Penal World, Penal Worlds work as military prisons for the Legion.

Due to their history the Ered'ruin have very little culture aside from worshipping Sargeras as their saviour.

The Ered'ruin are carnivorous but can also sutain themselves off of arcane & fel energies.

Ered'ruin only live for 600 years and when they die, their body is lit aflame as to set their spirit free to roam the cosmos.

Terrorguards are a subspecies of Ered'ruin that fed more on fel energies in the past and have since been what they are now.

Felbat:

Felbats come from the planet Finihir which is a Feral Ice Death World.

Felbats are non-sapient and as such, do not have a culture.

Felbats are carnivorous and do in fact drink blood.

The average lifespan of a Felbat is around 1600 years but records show that they can live closer to 1700 years.

Felbats are mostly found in the large caverns across Finihir as to avoid the frigid tempatures.

Fel Beast:

Fel Beasts come from the planet Sargeras which is a Fortress Death World, Fortress worlds are called such due to their near impossible destruction and/or infiltration.

Due to Fel Beasts being essentially animals, have no culture to speak of.

Fel Beasts do not need to eat but are known to be carnivorous.

Fel Beasts are essentially immortal due to once being regular Core Hounds that were native to Sargeras and can only die in the Twisting Nether.

Each head of a Fel Beast acts as the others opposite in their personalities.

Felhound:

Felhounds come from the planet of Ceayo which is a Jungle Death World.

Felhounds are non-sapient and as such, do not have a culture.

While a Felhound will consume more magic than meat, its subspecies the Felstalker are the opposite and focus more on meat than magic.

Felhounds live for around 1120 years and one dies, its pack will eat it's corpse.

Felstalkers are more easily tamed than Felhounds and as such most warlock who seek a pet summon a Felstaker.

Felsaber:

While an arificial demon made by Illidan on Mardum, ergo, their homeworld is Mardum which is a Penal Fortress World.

Since Felsabers are non-sapient demons, they do not have a culture.

Felsabers are carnivorous, when asked what they eat specifically the Illidari mearly said; "The flesh of our enemies."

Felsabers live about 800 years.

After some Felsabers were set free after their Felborne masters were killed, they bred out of control and now Felsabers are found all over Mardum.

Imps:

Imps come from the planet of Izo which is a Agri Paradise World, Paradise Worlds are worlds that have outstanding natural beauty and little, if any, industry.

Imp culture is rather interesting, Imp mothers, a distant cousin, are on the top of socieity followed by the Fel Imps and most of the imps just relax and enjoy life.

Imps are omniviorus and mostly eat bugs and leaves.

The Lifespan for an Imp is about 40 years and one dies their body is thrown into the ocean.

Imps are terribly superstitious, they'll even believe in superstitions of other races.

Imp Mother:

Imp Mothers obviously come from Izo.

Many Imp Mothers have multiple Ims servants which are called upon with their stomach portal, which is why Imps are so easily summoned by Warlocks.

Imp Mothers have the same diet of Imps but are given access to the best of it.

Imp Mothers live for around 80 years and have a similar ritual to the Imps when they die, except are placed in a boat and sent out instead of just being thrown.

Being large is a sign of status in Imp culture and most Imps seek their partners off of how big they are.

Infernals (& Abyssals):

While artifical Infernals are still classified as demons and hail from the Mo'arg homeworld of Theho.

Due to how limited Infernal and Abyssal intelligance is, they due not have a culture.

Infernals and Abyssals can only eat magic & souls which only prolongs their activeness.

Infernals and Abyssals only last about 1-12 hours.

An Abyssals flame if blue in colour, will feel cold to the touch.

Inquisitor:

The Inquisitors come from the Planet of Kozaz'gol which is a Penal Cardinal world, Cardinal worlds are ones that vast areas of the planet are covered by temples and other religious sanctuaries.

Thier culture is mostly that of the standard worship of Sargeras and punishing all those who sin and/or don't believe in the faith.

Inquisitors are piscivores.

Inquisitors live for about 700 years and when they die, their body is lit aflame like that of Sargeras.

The Guardian Eyes the Inquisitors use are in fact their own creations and are not classified as demons.

Jailer:

Jailers also come from Kozaz'gol.

Jailers are seen as lesser beings to the Inquisitors and are only used to maintain various types of prisons.

Jailers are carnivorous.

Jailers only live for about 350 years and don't have any actual rituals for when one dies.

Jailers are a distant cousin to Inquisitors.

Man'ari:

The Man'ari Eredar come from Argus which is considered in the eyes of the Legion, a Civilized World.

The culture of the Man'ari is more or less the same as before they joined the Legion but much more debauched.

The Man'ari are omnivorous with a preference towards plant based foods.

The Man'ari still have the same lifespan of around 13000 years like most other Eredar and one dies, their body is placed within crystal to remind younger generations of their legacy.

The Higherachy of the Man'ari is as follows; Ur'zul, Wrathguard, Destroyers, Brutes and finally Doommaidens just bellow their leaders.

Mo'arg

The Mo'arg come from the planet of Theho which is an Industrial Forge World, Industrial Worlds are factory worlds where the whole planet is devoted to manufacturing or mining and Forge Worlds are more the same except more religious.

Mo'arg culture is heavily focused on technological advancement to such a degree, that Mo'arg that aren't born with the high intelligence (such as the Felguard) are treated as second-class citizens.

Mo'arg, while omnivorous, have a preference for meat and other sources of protein.

Suprisingly, the Mo'arg species that live the longest are the Fel Lords and shortest lived are the Gan'arg, Mo'arg also don't have a Ritual for when one dies.

After joining the Legion the command strucutre for the Mo'arg is as follwed from highest to lowest; Fel Lords, Felguard, Brute, Mo'arg and finally at the bottom Gan'arg.

Nathrezim:

While their species has a whole came from the shadowlands, the homeworld they were banished to is obviously Nathreza which is a Fortress Knight World, Knight Worlds are technologically-advanced feudal worlds, ruled by an aristocratic elite of noble families.

The Nathrezim have a war-centered culture with an emphasis on codes of conduct. Which include infiltrating mortal civilizations, turning nation against nation and corrupting the populace into new horrific breeds of demons as their societies crumbled from within.

While Nathrezim can feed on magics of all types, they don't really need to.

since the Nathrezim were made from anima and were the missing link between the Venthyr and Stoneborn, the Nathrezim are ageless and don't have a ritual for when one dies.

there are 2 types of Nathrezim; the standard Nathrezim and the Thal'kituun which is their kinds original type, when a regualr Natherzim is given enough anima they can ture into a Thal'kituun which is what happened to Mal'Ganis.

Observer:

Observers come from the Planet of Odgenar.

The culture of the Observer is to be the bigest nerd possible, they want to know everything.

Observers are piscivores, which makes sense as they have both lungs and gills.

Observers live for 400 years and one dies, all their knowledge that they have gathered is given to the being closeest to them.

Whenever an Observer sees something new, their imediate reaction is to touch it even if they can die by touching it.

Overfiend:

Overfiends come from Sargeras.

Overfiends have a society focused on combat, most death that occurs in their kind is from combat.

Overfiends do not need to eat but are known to be carnivorous.

Like Fel Beasts, Overfiends are essentially immortal due to once being regular Smolderwings that were native to Sargeras and can only die in the Twisting Nether.

When an Overfiend dies in combat to another Overfiend, the victor will absorb their opponents essence and thus become stronger.

Sayaad:

Sayaadi come from the planet Siamosir which is a Fortress Shirne World, Shrine Worlds are worlds devoted to the worship of one entity.

The Sayaadi are a matriarchal society that treat males as adorable beings that must be protected at all costs.

Sayaadi are omnivorous with a preference towards fruits.

Sayaadi live for about 1440 years and one dies, all their stuff goes to their partner and the partner is moved into the others family.

To propose you give the potential spouse an intricate knife.

Satyr:

Being once Night Elves the Satyr come from Azeroth which is a Civilized Paradise World.

Satyrs possess little culture. Their society is loosely hierarchical, and enjoy tormenting other creatures.

Satyr are Herbivores.

Satyr have the same lifespan of 1200 year as Night Elves, when one dies their body is made to feed a tree in order for it to be haunted by them forever.

Satyr are known greatly for their pranks.

Shivarra:

Shivarra also come from the planet Siamosir.

While Worship of Sargeras is the main part of their culture, they also share a culture with the Sayaadi.

The Shivarra are omnivorous with a preference towards red meats.

Shivarra live for around 480 years and when they die, they have a similar ritual as Inquisitors.

The residence of Kozaz'gol & Siamosir were already in contact with one another long before Sargeras met with them.

Ur'zul:

Ur'zul come from Argus, as that was where they were first made.

Ur'zul are apart of Man'ari culture and are treat as mentally challanged citizens at best and menial beasts of labor at worst.

Ur'zul are carnivorous and will often cannibalize on the corpses of fallen Man'ari and Krokul.

U'rzul only live for 350 years and when they die, their body melts leaving only all the bones of the eredar that made them up.

Many Draenei have tried using the light to undo what made the Ur'zul with little to no progress.

Vilefiend:

Vilefiends are from Annandor.

Due to the fact that they are non-sapient, Vilefiends have no culture.

Vilefiends are carnivorous and are one of the top predators on Annandor.

Vilefiends live for 5600 years, one finds most dead Vilefiends in water.

Vilefiends are very similar in nature to a mix between wolves and crocodilians.

Vilehound (Charhounds & Gloomhounds):

While the were orignially Felhounds, the species was bred an infused with Shadow and Fire which made them into a new species found on Sargeras.

Being orginially Felhounds, Vilehounds have no culture due to their lack of Sapience.

Vilehounds have much of the same diet as their Felhound predecessors, in that they mostly feed on magic with a small amount of meat.

The lifespan of a Vilehound is about 2240 years and when they die, their body is desintigrated by which ever magic flows through them.

The Difference in magic is infact due to gender, male Vilehounds have Fire and females have Shadow.

Void Hound:

Void Hounds are an actual native of Nathreza.

While one of the first Demons to ever exist (hence why some are known as Aberrations), Void hounds have no sapience and thus no culture.

Void Hounds are much like Felhounds in that they feed mostly on magic but can consume meat.

Void Hounds can live for 4000 years and when they die, their essence is sent to the void.

Void Hounds are a favoured beast of Y'shaarj.

Wyrmtongue:

Wyrmtongues come from Finihir.

While used for manual labor by the Legion, Wyrmtongues are the only sapient species on their planet which a culture of kindness and community.

Wyrmtongues are carnivorous, mostly feeding on small mammals that they catch.

The average lifespan of a Wyrmtongue is 1600 years, when one dies their bodies are trown out of the cave of their home while songs of their life are sung.

Wyrmtongues where the first specices to tame Felbats.

So that was all the "Demon-Demons". Now we move on Demons that are subspecies of mortal races.

Felblood Elf:

Being once Blood Elves, Felblood Elves come from Azeroth.

Felbood Elves live much the same lifestyle as Blood Elf aristocracy with much more debautched activities. Hence why many Elves have named them Karask’dorei (Children of the Demons).

The diet of Felblood Elves has not changed from Blood Elves.

The Felblood Elves lifespan has increased to 304000 years.

Some time after becoming a Felbood Elf, their wings will fully develop and thus will be able to fly with them.

Fel Orc:

Fel Orcs were once either regular or Mag'har Orcs which come from Outland/Draenor which is a Death World.

Fel Orc culture is much more aggressive compared to other Orcs, with the main goal of many clans to be to fight everything and win.

While the diet of Fel Orcs is mostly the same as other Orcs, they do have more of a need for meat and blood.

The expected lifespan is 7200 years but most only live for about 100 due to their lifestyle.

Due to the fact that Gul'dan of Alternate Draenor came into our world, Fel Orcs of that timeline can be produced in our timeline now and thus those are known as Hokur'Gijak (meaning Iron Blood).

Feltotem Tauren:

The Feltotem were once one of the Highmountain tribe known as the Bloodtotem and thus come from Azeroth.

The Feltotem; or Lakota'Tawa (Fallen ones in Taur-ahe) have much of the same culture as the Bloodtotem, just more violent due to the fel energies.

Unsuprisingly, Feltotems are herbivores.

The average lifespan of a Feltotem is about 1200 years and when they die, their firstborn must go out and kill the one that killed their parent or kill any remaining enemies the parent had in life.

A common display of affection between Feltotem is to rub their tusks against their partners.

Illidari:

Since the Illidari (demon hunters) are all elves and as such come from Azeroth.

Due to the intensity of becoming an Illidari, most have developed a community thats more like a family.

Most Illidari are omnivorous with a gravitation towards meat.

The Average Lifespan of a Illidari is 184000 years and when they die, their soul in put into a machine that goes on a suicide mission that kills as many demons as possible.

Aside from the Havoc and Vengence forms their are also; Chaos (Felstalker look), Calamity (Shivarra Look) & Analyst (Inquisitor Look).

#demon #WoW #World of Warcraft #warcraft #burning legion #legion #fel #demon hunter #illidari #felsworn #headcanon #wow headcanon #warcraft headcanon #world of warcraft headcanon

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No One Lives Forever- CH10

(AO3 link)

Stardust Crusader Wolf Pack AU

[From the beginning- CH1]

Between the road noise and the insulation of the cooler it was easy to ignore the shouting from the gremlin. Kakyoin had taken shotgun this time, the rest of you piled in the back rows and passing around bandages and ointments as Polnareff drove. After cleaning away the blood you could see none of you had sustains injuries worse than some deep scratches. With the accelerated healing you all had they would be fine by morning, but you patched each other up with gauze and bandages just in case. It felt nice, satisfying even, to take care of the others and let them take care of you in return.

You lose track of time for a bit, content to sit quietly in the middle row and rest. You hear someone start snoring from behind you and turn around to see Joseph has nodded off, Avdol also has his eyes closed but looks more like he’s meditating than sleeping. Jotaro must have turned at the same time, you caught his eyes as he turns forward again as well, a small smile on his face. You smile at him and hold out your hand to him over the middle seat. His gaze flicks back again before he faces forward completely and covertly takes your hand.

You didn’t realize how tense you still were until he took your hand and you felt the muscles of your back and shoulders melt. A tingling feeling of relief, you were safe, your pack was safe, your mate…

You tense slightly again and grip Jotaro’s hand, where had that feeling come from? You are bewildered for a moment, you barely register Jotaro squeezing your hand back, his emotions hidden by his resting serious face. You relax into your seat again, coming to at least basic terms with what your instincts have been screaming at you for a while now. Yes, it was a terrifying situation happening when you first met him, and Jotaro could physically fit the definition of big bad wolf, but his actions so far have proven he’s anything but cruel or violent. When you had gotten a look at the cut on his leg earlier you had to suppress a sudden shift and urge to rip the monster that did that to pieces. Maybe he was experiencing the same feelings towards you?

It’s been a few hours after the events of the gas station and capturing Dio’s minion when Polnareff makes a turn off the road to a campsite. Although it looked well cared for there weren’t many campers ready to brave New York forests this late in the season, there were no other cars in the lot or in any of the designated spaces close to the entrance. Jotaro is surveying the space outside his window so he doesn’t see Kakyoin turn around and catch sight of your intertwined hands. You blush and look away when you catch his eye and he’s polite enough to clear his throat before announcing this was the nearest campsite he found to dispose of the gremlin in its prison.

Polnareff parks and you’re surprised Jotaro gives your hand a squeeze before letting go and climbing out. You suppress a giggle at Joseph’s sudden snort as he jostles himself awake. Exiting the truck, you enjoy a deep lung full of clean air, not even a trace of human scent present. The falling leaves and large lake to your right create a picturesque scene and you almost wish the pack had stopped for pleasure and not business. Speaking of… Jotaro and Polnareff are unloading your captive from the back, the creature either playing possum or it had finally run out of air. A couple of hard shakes to the container don’t produce the screeches you expected.

Joseph has fully woken up from his nap and joins them in staring at the cooler. “Well, looks like we won’t be getting any more info out of that thing.” He puts one hand on his hip and scratches at his beard with the other. “Jotaro, what do you think? Risk it getting away to see if it’s really dead?”

“No. It didn’t seem all that clever, it probably had nothing more to tell us. It’s not worth the risk of it getting loose out here.” Jotaro motions with a jerk of his chin to the dense woods. “We’ll burry the whole thing and be done with it.” The rest of the pack nods in agreement and Jotaro and Polnareff haul the cooler towards the line of trees.

You all take advantage of the rest stop and walk around the campsite while Jotaro and Polnareff make quick work of disposing of their cargo. You douse a few paper towels with some of the bottled water as they make their way back and offer them to the guys to clean up with. “Ah, merci mon amie.” Polnareff looks around for a moment before leaning in slightly “Ah, say (Y/N), you didn’t see any restrooms around here, did you?”

Jotaro rolls his eyes as he finishes cleaning the dirt from under his nails. “Good grief Pol. It’s the woods. Go anywhere.”

“Fine! Fine!” Polnareff puts his hands up in surrender, “Just thought I’d check.” He backs away from you and Jotaro and towards the lake. You turn away to give him privacy and survey the rest of the pack. Avdol and joseph are going through some of the snacks; more like Avdol is trying to restrain Joseph from sampling each new type of jerky he finds. Kakyoin is making his way to you and Jotaro when you hear a sudden shout from behind you.

Polnareff had just finished his business and was headed back to the group when his leg gets caught on something. Yelling as he’s pulled to the ground, he re-evaluates, he hasn’t tripped on his own and whatever has caught him is dragging him back towards the lake. He catches a glimpse of what looks like seaweed wrapped from ankle to kneecap as he tires to scramble away. His claws dig into the dirt as he struggles to gain traction and from behind him he hears an ungodly noise of whatever has caught him.

You and Jotaro turn as soon as you hear Polnareff’s distressed yelp. The unbelievable scene of a creature rising from the lake makes you both hesitate for a moment to comprehend what you’re seeing. Its body ungulates, a writhing mass of pond weed and lake plants twining together to take the form of what looked like a horse. Jotaro recovers from the shock first, surging forward and transforming as he ran. You are right behind him, transforming as well. The creature rears back and screeches as you both approach it, desperately trying to drag Polnareff to the water as the plants rooted to its body climb further up his leg to gain better grip on the struggling werewolf.

From your left more beasts are emerging from the water and you and Jotaro dodge the kelp and vines shooting out at you. You hear the rest of the pack behind you also start making their way to the lake but are cut off by more creatures. The one holding onto Polnareff has managed to drag the massive white werewolf to the water by the time you and Jotaro rush the last few steps to his aid. Both of his legs have been tangled by vines now but they fall away limp as Jotaro is able to cut through the main vine. You quickly help Polnareff to his feet in the knee-high water.

“What the hell are these things?” Polnareff’s voice is deeper and slightly distorted with his change and constant growl rumbling from his chest. The three of you take a defensive formation covering each other’s backs and claws out. Your ears flatten and you snarl at one of the seaweed horses as it gallops by.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” you huff and swipe at a tendril of lake-weed snaking too close for comfort, “Some kind of horses? Or we pissed off a plant witch or something?”

“Kelpies. They’ve never been sighted this far north though.” Jotaro growls out as he snaps at the beast in front of him. By now the things were running amok along the shoreline and around the pack, six of them in total working as a team to try and capture and drag you all to a watery grave. One of them turns and stamps its hooves before charging directly at you, Jotaro and Polnareff. You are forced to dive away as it barrels by but a vine of weeds wraps around your waist as it passes. You are lifted briefly into the air before landing on all fours, the vines tangling your legs as well. You hear two loud thumps behind you and see Jotaro and Polnareff were also bound by that last charge, their arms stuck to their bodies and unable to claw their way out.

You cut your own bindings as fast as you can and quickly cut them free as well before you are all dragged along with the galloping kelpie. It bellows as it realizes its prey has broken free and tosses its head making its mane of kelp fly about. The three of you quickly move to the offensive rushing the creatures standing between you and the rest of your packmates. Jotaro takes the lead and you defend his sides, swiping away any tendrils reaching too close. Polnareff assists and keeps another beast off your backs. Ahead of you, Avdol, Joseph and Kakyoin are also struggling to keep themselves guarded and untethered, but the horses are galloping too fast to try and get any substantial hits in, circling in a pattern to keep the pack separated and vulnerable.

Jotaro narrows his eyes and growls louder as he realizes there is something more going on here. Although they are fast there are only six of the kelpies, the pack should be able to take them on one-on-one but their movements are too coordinated to be wild kelpies. He stops and takes on a defensive stance again as a sudden gleam of light catches his attention, what looks like spider’s thread catching the sunlight. He follows the line with his eyes and sees it connects to one of the kelpie’s heads. In fact, now that he’s noticed one of them, they all seem to have this silver thread connecting them to a single point in the lake. About 20 feet from the shore a figure has risen from the water, humanoid but draped in gold and blue lakeweed. It makes no move to come ashore, instead moving its arms like an orchestra conductor would to control the team of water horses under its command.

Before he can make a move towards this figure another kelpie blocks his path. Polnareff barrels forward from his right and slashes at the beast’s face with his claws. He yelps in pain at the same time the kelpie rears back and retreats, a pile of silver rope falling to the ground. Polnareff cradles his silver burned hand for a moment before his eyes light up in understanding. “It’s silver! They have silver leashes!” the kelpie he accidently freed runs past the fighting happening between its herd and the pack, running on top of the water to the far side of the lake. “It’s gonna burn like hell but we can free them!”

With one of the kelpies no longer under its control, the man in the lake’s movements become more exaggerated as the remaining five horses push themselves to move faster, biting, stomping and charging the pack. Jotaro seizes the opportunity to break another of the silver ropes as he dodges the kelpie charging at him but instead of letting go, he grips the silver line tight where he severed it. It burns something fierce but he’s able to control the horse long enough to force it to charge at the lake man and bring Jotaro along for the ride. When he’s close enough Jotaro slips the silver harness from the kelpie and throws it, hoping to tangle the puppet master. Up close he can see the man’s flashing amber eyes and although as a wolf his sense of color is limited, he can tell the kelp and weeds cloaking the creature would actually be red instead of gold if he had full color vision right now. A rusalka then. A male rusalka and a herd of kelpies under its control?

The rusalka hisses at him but it’s a mocking laugh and not a fearful defense mechanism like Jotaro expected. Instead, it seems confident in its ability to take on the hulking werewolf in the water. “Hssss… You are a foolish one, aren’t you? Making it so easy to carry out my orders. You think you’ll beat me in my element? Show me what you’ve got then, pup.” Vines of lake kelp lash out as the rusalka flails his arms, no longer focused on controlling the kelpies now that his prey was in range of his own claws. Jotaro growls and snaps the first volley of vines with his claws as he swims closer. Grabbing at the next vines that hurl at him he holds tightly and begins reeling himself closer toward the rusalka.

He’s underestimated the rusalka’s speed and he has to suddenly deflect razor sharp claws away from his exposed torso. Although it has the advantage of speed in the water it is still weaker than Jotaro and on its next swipe Jotaro is able to grab on and immobilize it while swiping with his own claws. The rusalka hisses in pain and thrashes enough to break Jotaro’s grip before getting a hit in on the wolf’s side. More lake weed vines shoot out from its body to try and wrap him up and finally succeed in binding his leg. With a great tug the battle is moved completely underwater. Jotaro is just barely able to resist the instinct to gasp as the cold water rushes into his ears and nose uncomfortably. Snapping his eyes open as he feels a shift in the water, he’s able to evade the claws that had been aiming for his face.

Now that he can see his enemy in his entirety, Jotaro realizes the reason the rusalka had been controlling the kelpies from such a distance. From the waist down, instead of legs or even fins is a thick tangle of lake weed and kelp that anchors it to the lake bottom, more vines branching off and shooting towards him from this central pillar. The vines were easily cut away as they reached him, but they were only a distraction for the rusalka to pull himself closer and unleash a flurry of slashing strikes. Jotaro blocks them with his arms and again grabs on to immobilize and pull in closer to deliver his own blows. He moves to the offensive, digging his claws into slimy flesh as the rusalka struggles in his grasp. He almost looses his grip when it lands a hard blow to his shoulder but keeps hold long enough to accomplish his final attack. With a powerful strike, Jotaro severs the thick tether keeping the rusalka anchored to the lake.

The screech it lets out is almost deafening under water and Jotaro nearly looses his grip a second time. But with his claws embedded deep into the rusalka’s torso and his other hand gripping it by the throat he is able to swim and haul it to shore. With every foot closer it struggles harder, finally showing fear in its panicking eyes. Its movements are becoming less and less coordinated and it makes motions Jotaro recognizes as trying to call upon the kelpies for help through the silver ropes it had been using. The water is shallow enough now that Jotaro can stand and looks around for the kelpie reinforcements coming to its master’s aid. Instead, his pack spots him and rushes to help him drag the rusalka all the way to shore. Kakyoin reaches him first and the red wolf helps pull the creature the last few feet to the shore.

The change begins as soon as the last tendril loses contact with the water, some leaves shriveling and turning brown while others seem to rapidly decay and turn to sludge. The rusalka screams and thrashes as its body dries out and starts to flake away, but its strength is failing and it can’t pull itself back to the water in time. It collapses as it shrivels up, arms outstretched to the lake and it succumbs to the dry air.

You are the first one to let your transformation drop as you run up to Jotaro and Kakyoin, careful not to step in any leafy remains on the ground in front of them. Your sable fur falling away to reveal smooth skin and clothes is the unofficial signal for the others to drop their transformations as well. You reach the alpha and beta just as Jotaro lets go of his wolf form and you can see the damage the rusalka inflicted in their unseen underwater battle. You and Kakyoin nod at each other before reaching for Jotaro’s right arm and lifting it over your shoulder to support him, Kakyoin doing the same on his left side. You blush as you hear him chuckle but you’d be dammed if you weren’t going to help him after he risked his life to defeat the enemy. It seems he does appreciate your effort though as his chuckle turns into a huff and you feel his weight shift to lean on you as the three of you make your way back to the truck.

The rest of the guys move ahead getting the first aid supplied you all ransacked from the gas station opened and organized. Avdol takes charge of distributing bandages as Joseph and Polnareff drop dramatically to sit on the logs surrounding the unused fire pit. Jotaro is obviously sporting the worst injuries, but the rest of the pack is also covered in various bruises, bitemarks and silver burns. You and Kakyoin focus on getting Jotaro patched up together, you carefully clean the slashes from the rusalka’s claws and Kakyoin follows your wake drying and bandaging what he can. You don’t realize you are purring until Jotaro starts purring back and relaxes as your hands make contact with the bared flesh of his arms. You blush as you glance at his bare chest, looking in a non-clinical way now that things were calming down. Your hands only hesitate a moment though before you return to your task.

Your blush returns tenfold when Jotaro practically drags you down to sit next to him once you and Kakyoin finish bandaging each other as well. By the time everyone is bandaged up it’s getting late enough that you knew the pack wasn’t going to finish the journey to the city tonight. Everyone is sitting around the still unlit firepit and relaxing for a moment, watching the herd of kelpies you freed running and jumping across the surface of the lake when Avdol makes his suggestion. “Well, it seems like we’re not going to make much more progress tonight. We don’t have any camping gear with us, but we are already at a campsite.”

Polnareff flops over onto the log he’d been sitting on. “You mean we’re roughing it out here tonight? Can’t we keep going until we find a motel with actual beds? And proper bathrooms?”

Joseph throws an empty bottle at him, “Hush you spoilt pup! I don’t want to hear your bellyaching when you’ve got no idea what camping out here will do to my old bones!” You’re starting to recognize Joseph’s tell when he’s teasing Polnareff is to cross his arms and try and look stern, but a small grin gives him away.

“No, its too risky right now to be near humans. That rusalka, before we really got to fighting it mentioned ‘carrying out its orders’.” Jotaro shakes his head as he addresses the pack, joseph and Polnareff immediately back into serious mode. “We’ll be safer if we are able to fully transform to fight if we need to. I think that’s worth being uncomfortable for the night.”

You all agree with the decision to rank safety over comfort but you slump a little as you continue to watch the kelpies dance around the lake. You’ve slept in your car and camped out enough in your own travels that it’s not a huge hardship to do it again, but you also appreciated having a real bed to relax in. Especially after a day like today.

“I agree. However, on second thought…” Avdol motions to the kelpies, one had caught a large fish in its mouth as you had been daydreaming and now two were fighting over it and ripping the catch to pieces in the process. “Kelpies are carnivores after all. Perhaps a different campsite would be more suitable.”

Jotaro sighs and you feel him slump slightly into your side before he rallies himself and stands up. “Good point. Kakyoin, you’re navigator. Find a campsite we can get to quickly. Everyone else pack up and let’s go.”

Author’s Note:

So. A week late, but I swear its not my fault. Guess who lives in Texas and couldn’t use a computer for the week? This gal. Everything is fine now and I’m one of the lucky few who doesn’t have a 10k electric bill or burst pipes.

Anyway, this chapter was a lot of fun to write- I always thought it was weird the crusaders just jumped right in with the rest of the crew after the Dark Blue Moon episode when CLEARLY you can’t trust anyone. So this chapter is the “Captain” and his crew as cryptids and myths. If you haven’t been reading the notes so far, I’ve planned out all of the enemies in this fashion, each battle a new myth to discover (and for me to research). Also every Wikipedia article I’ve looked at for the monsters has a reference line that is something like “Appears on episode 25 of Supernatural”. I have not seen more than 2 or 3 episodes of that show, I got to the one with the Wendigo and NOPED RIGHT OUT. Was wwaaaayyy too scary. Couldn’t handle it! So any similarities to the show are going to be pure coincidence.

Also I had to do a gag at Pol’s expense

#werewolf #pack #family pack #jjba fanfic #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #jjba anime #jjba au #jotaro kujo #joseph jostar #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #jotaro x reader #reader insert #au fanfiction #dark blue moon

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ruralurbanite · 3 years

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Have You Lost Your Cat?

Things to Know & Things to DO NOW!!

Losing a pet is a harrowing experience. Losing your pet cat comes with a host of extra challenges, and must be met with a host of extra strategies and resources. Of the complete exhaustive account of the Lost Cat Response (which i plan to write later😉), today we are just going over:

The Flyer (on the streets and on social media).

What to do at home right away.

And a great list of resources to help ground you and get you started on your mission to find you baby

BEST WISHES FOR YOUR FELINE FAMILY ❤❤❤

LOST CAT—SHOUT IT OUT!!

Today we are looking at Pet Flyers, Social Media Posts, and Actions to Take When Your Cat Has First Gone Missing

The Flyer

The Terrestrial Flyer

The IRL Flyer. The flyer you make is hugely important. It does not have to be fancy with color photo (though that would be best) a marker on a piece of printer paper will do. It is a federal crime to open another person’s mailbox. Fold the flyer and wedge it into their mailbox flag, or place it on their front door.

Other Places to Put a Flyer:

stop signs. telephone poles. (GET GOOD STRONG TAPE)

try to strategically place them at traffic points in your neighborhood/area—entrances, exits, 4-way stops.

areas that are difficult to avoid & areas that are popular (telephone pole or road sign right by the entrance to the strip mall)

neighborhood & community boards

any nearby gas-station, grocery store, general store, pet store, and vet clinic that will allow a sign.

dont back down on the first no. most places WILL say no first. (times have changed)

take a flyer to your local shelter(s)

this is key. they will see the initiative, the effort, the care for your cat. you have made their job much easier.

and now they know to keep their eyes out for a cat like yours!

Things to Consider Putting On Your Paper Flyer and/or Your Social Media Posts

1) Key Basics

Photo if Possible

Name (plus nicknames the cat responds to)

Male/Female

are they spayed or neutered?

Average Weight/Size (pounds. or S/M/L)

Age

Fur Color, Coat Pattern & Length, Claw/Declaw

Are they Microchipped? (add chip number if possible)

Were they wearing a collar?

Date/Time/Location they were last seen

2) Medication—Do they need any medication? or are they soon due for their vaccine shots?

3) Unique Traits—Are there any attributes that are unique to your cat? Anything noticeable so that a stranger could identify them?

raspy meow. a black cat with white toes. etc.

4) Personality—Describe your cat’s personality. What can people expect if they approached your cat? Also, think about what you would want someone to do if they did find your cat.

will she run away?

that will make reuniting her much harder. if so, insist that people not approach her, and contact you upon sight.

would someone be able to coax her with a can of wet cat food, or treats, & calling her name?

if so, is that something you’d like to ask people to do?

do you want to ask people to try to catch her if they see her? or to leave her be & call/text/message you immediately?

this relies a lot on the individual knowing how to read the situation and read cats.

5) A personal message of her family back home!

how much she is loved and missed

by the kids, by the dog, extra cute stuff!

how grateful you will be to have her back

THIS IS A MUST-DO. TRUST ME. FLYERS THAT SAY “LOST CAT PLEASE CALL” GET PROBABLY 10% THE ACTION OF WHAT PERSONABLE FLYERS DO

6) Personal Info—this is just that, personal. Give out the amount of personal info you’re comfortable with, but…

never give out your address

maybe start with less on the personal info. add more details if they seem needed (i.e. last initial on your flyer instead of last name. but this is totally up to you)

i eventually kept increasing what info i put out as time went on. i didn’t care, i needed random people to be able to find me. that said, i do not have kids.

remember, the street flyers have some info, Facebook has a different chunk of info (like your full name) and the lost pet sites (you’ll see these below) have another chunk. so keep tabs on what you’ve shared

7) Reward Offer—I have read legitimate source articles that say to never offer a reward. I have read legitimate source articles that say offering a reward will increase your chances of a re-union (while the anti-reward folks say it will encourage theft and ransom. maybe with a purebred registered canine, less probable with a housecat) AND HEY—ITS NOT LIKE YOU SPECIFY WHAT THE REWARD EVEN IS! (is it $20.00? is a giant bag of candy? a half used iTunes gift card? 🤣 you know it!)

my poster, which ill show them all later, says “REWARD + MY INFINITE GRATITUDE”

DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO WITH THE REWARD. WHEN IT COMES TO CATS, ITS A DIFFERENT STORY.

if you can think of any other helpful things to add to a flyer; please share in the comments at the bottom of the page! ❤

Sites to Make Flyers

—they also actively reunite pets and have tons of reading material, resources, advice, etc.—

PetLink

Canva

Pawboost

PetFBI

HomeAgain

Lost My Kitty

Things To Do On The Ground At Home

!! Buildings, Structures, and Vehicles around the neighborhood/area !!

NEIGHBORLY LOVE—ask people to keep an eye out for your cat & to look in their sheds, their garages, underneath their boats, their cars, even underneath their homes. Cats can hide for days and days.

In The Earliest Days After They’ve Gone Missing, You The Pet Owner, Are Strongly Advised To:

Put your cats litterbox outside, on the front porch, or the front of the house.

Leave a window cracked or open as much as you can, for her to find you.

Put dirty clothes and/or or her bed outside.

Leave a bowl of the cat’s food & water outside.

Call for her in the dead night hours (sorry neighbors)

truly, 12-4am is best cat-callin’ time.

Walk the neighborhood at night, bring a can of wet cat food, a flashlight, and a box or a pet carrier.

walk around with a flashlight to catch a cat’s retina (eyes) glowing at you!

you might spot her in a tree or in a bush, not coming when called bc she is injured or scared

if your cat is great friends with your dog, try bringing the dog along for some of those walk-outs, he very-well may be the one that finds her!

DONT GIVE UP HOPE!!

WE JUST RE-UNITED A WOMAN AND HER CAT AFTER FIVE YEARS APART! SHE HAD MOVED TO NYC BUT HAD NEVER GIVEN UP HOPE (PROOF IN HER FACEBOOK) ! 5 YEARS LATER HER ORANGE TABBY IN the LOWCOUNTRY, SC, WAS BEING SENT TO HER! IT WAS A NEWS STORY YOU CAN LOOK IT UP! CATS NAME WAS CHARLIE.

Insanely Helpful Resources

HomeAgain | Lost Cat Article

No Kill Network | Lost and Found Pets

PawBoost | Lost and Found Pets Network

Community Cat Coalition | Lost Cats

Pet FBI | Lost Cat Action Plan

Best Friends Save Them All | Resources | Lost Cat

i hope this little bit here begins to help. my heart breaks for everyone missing their furry family member. i am in this with you, stay strong! you must!

LOVE ASHLEY

#cats #lost pets #animal shelters #pet care #pet emergency #lost pet #found pet #lost pet flyer #lost cat #missing pets #kittens

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10x19: One More - Analysis

Okay, what did everyone think of 10x19? I really liked it a lot. I’m still trying to get a handle on what everything meant, and I think there’s a lot more to be had than what we see on the surface, but it was a really tragic and moving episode. I got lots of messages from people who watched it early and immediately noticed the Bethyl callbacks.

So, I’m going to do something slightly different this week. Today, I’m going to focus on those—all the obvious callbacks—and tomorrow I’ll do more of a forecasting post about what I think this episode means for the future and where I think it’s going.

***As always, spoilers abound below for 10x19. Don’t read until you’ve watched!!!***

I kind of figured from the description that this would be a case of Gabe and Aaron = Beth and Daryl. And that’s definitely true. I’m going to call this a mixture between Still callbacks and Consumed.

Still, because of all the callbacks I’m sure you noticed at least a few of. And Consumed because it’s two friends out looking for something. Actually, the first thing that made me think of Consumed is that they kept showing really sad things accompanied by really sad music, which reminded me of Consumed. I know for most people in our fandom, that’s not our favorite episode because it’s a Daryl/Carol episode, but just for the imagery and music and sadness of the dystopian world, I really love it. And this episode was similar to that.

So, it starts by showing some—both white and yellow. This flower

Is an Easter Lily. Yeah, not kidding. EASTER Lily.

Of course there are both white and yellow flowers. The yellow ones are reminiscent of the ones we saw in the cemetery in Alone.

Then we see Aaron and Gabe surrounded by walkers. When they start killing the walkers, its shows blood hitting all the flowers in a really kind of graphic way. I was like, “ew.” But at one point, they also hit a green grasshopper.

So, I was thinking that blood hitting the flowers and the grasshopper could possibly represent Beth being shot. And there are plenty of blond walkers to be had in this episode.

Aaron and Gabe arrive at a particular house. On Maggie’s map, it says this should be a two-story house with a root cellar, and she wants them to check the cellar for supplies. But when they get there, all that’s left is a doorframe with a swinging door and the chimney. The rest has been burnt, and by the looks of it, fairly recently. This is where they see the three charred skeletons with the pink flowers growing around them.

Couple of things. 1) This is a foreshadow for later in the episode. It has to do with the 2 stories, and I’ll get to it at the end. 2) The charred skeletons are a bit like what Daryl saw in 6x06, which was chalk full of Beth symbolism. 3) The pink flowers. (Pink Theory.)

In terms of foreshadows, this really screams the CRM to me, because of the burnt skeletons and the ties to 6x06, and remember that in 5x09, the radio voice (Andy) talked about the republic and a group that was setting people on fire. It’s like that’s one of their tactics.

One thing I didn’t realize from the trailer is that these are not three adult skeletons. It’s two adults and a child, all with their arms wrapped around each other. There’s a huge theme in this episode of families dying and specifically children dying. (Which is actually another tie to Consumed; remember the mother and child walker they find, and Daryl burns? Well, here we have two parents and a child, all who’ve been burnt. Yeah, not a coincidence, folks.)

We have two or three representations of families or children dying in this episode. I was thinking about the family in the gas station in 4a. I don’t think any of theme were children, but Daryl said something about them holding hands and taking themselves out Kumbaya style. And a lot of the skeletons we see here seem to be either taken out by their family members, or else they’ve committed suicide. There’s the child walker Carol and Daryl saw in 5x06. There was the creepy nursery near Denise just before she died. Etc. And it’s really very dark, ominous symbolism. Very sad.

Then Gabe pulls out an egg timer (another one of those), sets it for 5 seconds, and lobs it into the field. When it rings, tons of walkers spring up. So, it’s their way of checking before walking into tall grass. In this case, it shows the dial turning as the timer counts down. It definitely feels like a symbolic countdown to something big.

There’s also huge bullet theme. And usually single bullets. Mays makes them play Russian Roulette, which is all about one single bullet in the chamber. But there are tons of times when they pick up single bullet casings, or we see bullet holes in cars or walls or cans. Just a huge theme.

Okay, let’s get specific. They come upon a line of cars, which is really important. But just before that, Gabriel sees basically two piles of bones. I could tell not all of them were human. Some were too big. And I thought they might be horse bones. @bluesandbeth told me she thought they were two horses with their riders still on top. And she’s right. I couldn’t tell when I first looked at them. But once she said it, I could see it. It’s like a horse lying on it’s side, with the rider still straddling the horse, also lying on his side. And they died that way.

Now, other than knowing that we’ve definitely seen horses in the show before—think Buttons—I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Until @wdway said something interesting. You know the two horseback riders we see in the opening credits? Me and my fellow theorists are always going back and forth about who they are. I originally thought Rick and Michonne, which is the obvious conclusion. But @wdway told me she thinks this is actually Rick and Beth.

And you know, that makes a lot of sense since we didn’t see these new opening credits until Rick disappeared into the CRM. So, they could represent the two missing sheriffs.

And that makes a lot of sense with these bones. Because this scene with the cars has about 20 callbacks to Beth and what we think happened during the missing 17 days. So the bones represent the two riders from the opening credits, which represent the two missing sheriffs.

Now, onto the cars. One has the trunk open (Still) one has the side door hanging open (5x09). And there’s a van where Aaron sees a female walker in the front seat, which is kind of like what we saw in 5x09. Gabe finds a can of food, but there’s a bullet in it, which probably means the food either leaked out or spoiled.

But the really interesting thing is that him opening this trunk and looking in is very reminiscent of Maggie opening the trunk and finding the Beth walker in 5x10. So if we can equate those two things, both times, it represents opening the trunk and Beth being inside. In 5x10, she was represented by the walker. Here, by the can of food with a bullet hole in it, just like Beth got shot in the head.

Another thing I was reminded of was in 6x04, when Morgan sees the man and woman and she puts down a can of food and a bullet on top and says, “Thank you.” I think this symbolism may be related to that.

Then they go to the MiniMart. On the outside, it feels like the Big Spot or else maybe the gas station where Rick and Daryl met Jesus. In fact, much like in 6x10, there is a post for cigarettes with a price of $4.30.

When it pans out, there’s a coffee pot lying on its side (important because it’s something that water runs through, and we’ve seen a coffee theme as well) a walker with a bullet hole in its forehead, a bright yellow magazine rack by the door, etc. And this was a place you could play the lottery, so there was a poker theme going on.

Okay, the ARM symbolism is alive and well. My fellow theorists and I have been obsessing about what the arm symbolism points to ever since Leah threw the walker arm at Daryl. In this episode, a walker sticks both hands out of the door, and Gabe hacks them both off, around the forearm/elbow area.

Then, another walker gets its head and torso out and Aaron stabs it in the head. He and Gabe both grab an arm to try and yank it out of the way so they can get by, but the arms (really the hands because it separates at the forearms) just come off. And really, it’s just the skin, not the bones that comes off, but still. (Ew.)

This is where Gabriel goes up on the roof and we get the scene from the promo.

Okay, so when I first saw the promo, I immediately said this was a Grady callback. The “SAVE US” is something that could only be seen from the sky. Like…from a helicopter? Plus there were some important scenes on the roof of Grady. There’s a walker that’s handcuffed. So it’s an imprisonment theme. And Grady was all about imprisonment. And finally, we have what looks to be two lovers, dead, but entwined together on a mattress. I was thinking that if this is meant to represent Grady, that might represent Beth and Daryl. The love that never happened because Beth “died” and the relationship died with her. Or something equally tragic.

But there are other things we can connect this to as well. First off, what you don’t see in this shot is that there are two other walkers also tied to a second pole, but neither of them are animated. They’re just corpses. So we have a grand total of three prisoners here. If you look closely, the man lying on the mattress has a gun in his hand. Which suggests this might have been a murder/suicide situation.

It’s reminiscent of Merle being handcuffed on the roof in season 1, which was just before he went missing. It also reminded me of the strange, unexplained handcuffs Daryl found in 8x02 in that office building. Those were never explained. But the point is, it’s a handcuffs/imprisonment theme.

A big part of this is a foreshadow for the end of this episode and what happens with Mays. But given that he and his bro are one-off characters only appearing in this episode, I think this must foreshadow more than that, too.

We don’t actually see the inside of this place because Gabe goes to the roof, takes the ladder down (Ladder Theory) and then comes out the front door, but tells Aaron there’s nothing they can use in there.

Then they talk about going home. Aaron and Gabe been out for 2 weeks, which is definitely a Heath/Tara thing. In S6, they’d been out scouting for supplies for 2 weeks, and that was just before Heath disappeared into the CRM. Just saying.

Okay, then Gabe falls in the mud. Here’s the thing: we really thought Gabriel might die in this episode. Obviously not. But I do see some fairly clear death omens for him here. Of course I can’t be sure of anything, but I still think his death is probably close.

First is the fact that he trips at all. Anytime anyone really faceplants on the show, it sort of shows a coming catastrophe for them, which is often death. Beth face-planted in the elevator shaft in 5x04. Spencer fell off the zipline in S6, and died less than a season later. You get the idea. When, when Aaron lifts the walker off him, it leaves some intestines (ew) on his stomach, and the camera focuses on them for a moment. Just felt like a death omen to me.

I will say, however, that anyone who’s read the comics knows that this feels a lot like they might do exactly what they did there for his death. And they don’t usually do that. They almost always remix it in some way. So this could also just be a nod to his comic book death. We’ll have to see where they go with it.

But this scene is super interesting. It feels like EXACTLY the same thing we saw in 10x18. We have Gabriel’s map being ruined, and then a huge storm that immediately follows. And there’s Beth symbolism (talk of a water tower, etc). So I thought it was interesting that we saw it twice, in two subsequent episodes. Also, for most of the episode they’re kinda sorta trying to get to the water tower. As though water tower is end game or something.

Then they get to a warehouse that wasn’t on the map. Gabe finds the bibles inside. I’m still forming a theory about the passage he opens up to, but we all know they use biblical symbolism in this show a lot, and especially around Beth. But remember they found a bible in the barn in Alone. Later, Mays says the pages are torn because he uses them for toilet paper. (Toilet Paper Theory.)

Then we get to the really good Bethyl callbacks. Aaron and Gabriel eat pork, drink alcohol, play poker (not exactly the same as Beth and Daryl’s drinking game, but it’s a game), Aaron has a “bullshit” line, Gabriel shows an 8 and a 2 card, Aaron says he needs to “take a piss,” etc.

I did notice something while watching, but wasn’t sure what to make of it until AK was talking at the end of the episode. It shows one hand of poker and Aaron folds, which means Gabe wins. This is where he shows a 2 and an 8, which isn’t anything in poker. So, he won the hand on a bluff. And I went, huh. Wonder what that means. But it was a foreshadow of what happens with Mays. I’ll get to that.

Gabe has an “I’m serious” mention. In one of the bigger parallels, the dialogue is not the same, but the meaning is. So, different words, same meaning. Gabriel says his line from the promo about how evil people aren’t the exception, they are the rule. That really disturbs Aaron and he says, “okay, now I’m sober.” It’s the equivalent of “you ain’t a happy drunk at all.” And then he drives it home by saying, “I’m going to go up to the room and pitch myself off head first.”

And THEN—get this—he picks up a golf club and smacks a golf ball at FG, hitting him in the foot. Gabe says, “ow.” So not only a golf/Still reference, but I think it specifically ties back to when Daryl uses the club to kill the walker and hits Beth with the gore.

They say in TTD that they actually did an extended golf sequence where Aaron and Gabe set up this huge mini-golf course thing, but most of it got cut from the episode for time. So there was originally a massive golf theme in this episode.

Of course Mays shows up to take them captive. He shows Gabriel Aaron’s metal arm. So, more arm symbolism.

Without going into tons of detail here, let’s just recognize that the entire theme of this episode is whether or not there are good people in the world still. (Beth line.) Mays thinks all people are evil but Gabe and Aaron prove him wrong by refusing to the point the gun at one another during the Russian Roulette game. There’s a line where Gabriels screams at him that he needs to remember who he was. (“who you were.”) Which is a direct parallel to Beth telling Daryl to stay who he is. Which is a good person. So it’s a similar theme being explored here.

At one point, Mays says, “there’s nothing left in this world but thieves and murderers.” It’s not the same line Glenn says in 5x02, but the wording of the first part is exactly the same. “There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden.”

We also definitely get an “illusion/hallucination” reference here. I noticed Gabriel said (and I’m paraphrasing; didn’t write down the exact words) that Mays was so bitter, and had so convinced himself that everyone in the world was evil, that he’d blinded himself to the truth and couldn’t see that he was about to kill two very decent guys (Gabe and Aaron). So, it just struck me as a you-can’t-see-the-truth-that’s-right-in-front-of-you theme. Plus, maybe a see no evil theme?

Another theme that jumped out at me is whether or not they are the same as him. At one point, he says, “you’re so close,” and I think he means to becoming a villain, like he is. During their fight, he says they’re the same and Gabriel rebukes him, saying they aren’t like him.

We’ve seen that theme a lot before. It’s like a theme of the bad guys trying to make the good guys like them, and the good guys have to prove they’re better than that. So, Crazy Tattoo Guy at Terminus came running out of his train car yelling, “we’re the same,” before he died. Joe Claimer tried hard to convince Daryl that he was like them and one of them, even though he wasn’t. And we could even tie this to Beth saying, “I’m not like you or them, but I made it.” Slightly different meaning in that case, but the verbiage is similar.

(BTW, notice in the pic above, Aaron has a head wound, bleeding from exactly the spot Beth was shot.)

And surprisingly, they actually manage to convince Mays that they’re right and he puts away the gun and unties Aaron, looking as if he’ll let them go. He unties Aaron…and then Gabe kills him. Pretty brutally.

So this is the second reason I think this might be a death knell for Gabe. And it also ties to the bluff in the poker game. AK said that everything Gabe said to Mays about him still believing in God and the bible was a bluff. So we’re left wondering if it was a complete lie, and Gabe has entirely lost his faith. Now, a crisis of faith does line up with Daryl in Inmates/Still, but at the very least, Gabe is in a really dark place. But he hides it well. It doesn’t look that way to others. But I feel like he’s spiraling and being super self-destructive, and this might soon lead to his death.

Remember when he killed Dante? It’s a lot like that. And at one point, Aaron says that Gabe doesn’t mean that (all the negative stuff he says) because his mind is just really full of the Whisperers still, but not all people are like the Whisperers. So, I think the idea is that dealing with the Whisperers really messed Gabe up.

But of course they go upstairs, or up a level and find Mays’ twin brother. And the thing is, Gabe wasn’t entirely wrong to kill him. I mean, in terms of Gabe’s inner arc, obviously he was being really, disturbingly brutal. But Mays was keeping his twin brother a prisoner upstairs. We see two bodies—that of a woman and child—each with a bullet hole in their foreheads. Which is obviously reminiscent of Beth. But the brother also says Mays “made him play.” Which means he did the Russian Roulette thing, but unlike Gabe and Aaron, he didn’t shoot himself but rather turned the gun on his wife and child and eventually shot both of them.

So neither of these guys was exactly Alexandria material. Then the brother gets ahold of Gabe’s gun and shoots himself. Aaron and Gabe leave. On their way out, it shows a photograph of the two brothers laughing together, clearly before the apocalypse.

Okay, let’s talk about this scene. This is what I meant was foreshadowed by Maggie’s two-story building description. Gabe and Aaron found a 2-story building where a family died together. You could say the same thing here of Mays and his brother.

I’m still not entirely sure what to make of the evil twin/evil sibling symbols. I think it must foreshadow something, and we just don’t understand what it points to yet. We saw it with Lizzie/Mica, with Noah’s twin brothers (and the picture of Mays and his brother is very reminiscent of that) and now here. So it’s really fascinating to me, and I’ve talked about it before, but it’s obviously symbolism that’s still in play and that we don’t entirely understand. For more on this, see the 5x09 Post I recently wrote.

But here’s the other thing about this scene. It was this scene in particular that reminded me of the handcuffs Daryl found in S8.

Because Mays’ bro was handcuffed in the same way. Near those cuffs in S8, there was also what might have been a dogfood sandwich, which is exactly what Daryl was fed at the Sanctuary in 7x03. So you see what I mean? It’s a whole imprisonment theme, with similar symbols around it. And dog symbol always = Sirius = Beth, which is why I think it has to have something to do with her. Then, I saw this:

Guys, this is the exact same brand of dog food we saw with Daryl at the Sanctuary. It’s called A-OK.

And what does it mean? I’m not sure, but consider this: even in 4x01, Beth had a lot of imprisonment symbols in her cell. A bird cage, a no exit sign, a garden gnome. And if Grady was tied to the CRM, and was absorbed by them, then Beth may have been a prisoner of the CRM for like 8 years, now. And even putting her aside, Rick has been their prisoner for 6 years. That much is confirmed in the show. So I think this points to the CRM in one way or another. It’s about a long imprisonment term, but is tied to Sirius and the return.

In the last scene, Gabe and Aaron walk through a field and they are coming up on the water tower, though it’s still in the distance. One of them says it’s the last place on the map. And I think that’s significant. So, I had a few different thoughts about how we could interpret this.

So, as I already said, Beth = water = endgame. But we also know the CRM is purifying water. So CRM = endgame. What I mean is, maybe it’s saying that the CRM is the last huge battle they’ll have to fight, and maybe then they’ll get the world back. And we’ve kind of thought that for a while. That they’ve been hinting at this group and this war, since season 1 when Rick saw the helicopter in Atlanta. And Beth will be a big part of it.

I also think we may be getting lots of hints of them losing Alexandria here. So it might be a matter of losing one more home or finding one more home. Something like that. If the CRM is the “one more” in the title… well, at first, Gabe says, “two more,” and then eventually “one more.” So I’m thinking two more big arcs. The first is the Commonwealth. The second “one more” is the CRM. But I think that will last for several seasons.

It also occurred to me that the “one more” could also be a death omen for Gabriel. One more place. One more battle. One more episode? And then he’s done. But all of this is just conjecture. Me brainstorming ideas.

One other thing I wrote down is that AK said the bullet in the gun in the Russian Roulette game represented one last trial, and would this be the bullet that will break them? I thought that was interesting, especially in terms of Beth’s loss breaking Daryl.

Okay, lets go back to what I said at the beginning. Obvious callbacks to Bethyl and Still, and lots of things suggesting her imminent return. Since the water tower = Beth and Gabe and Aaron were kind of searching for it the whole episode, you can see how that parallels 5x06, Consumed. But I also think it foreshadows the spinoff with Carol and Daryl leaving together to go search for Beth, even if they don’t know it initially. The fact that Aaron and Gabe were originally searching for something else (food/supplies) but sort of ended up aiming for the water tower here is probably purposeful.

Bottom line? This still points toward Beth being very close. I’ll do more general forecasting tomorrow. Thoughts?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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