#Clip new do shame you Au

[linafoxoficial]

It was a normal day, until Clip and his Chipis friends decided to play a surprise game with the giant Sun

@crabsnpersimmons fanart

They didn't do it out of spite... I just wanted to play the game of tag

#daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #oficial art #security breach fanart #fnaf aus #rain or shine AU #chibi sun and moon #Clip new do shame you Au

[imagine-shenanigans]

Hands on my knees.

Now I'm thinking of an au because of the nasty coworker soap hidden camera thing. AU where some prick you slept with left a hidden camera in your apartment for a live stream on the dark web (shut up i know its cliche let me live) and its a 24/7 stream of your bedroom with audio.

And one of the boys is a frequent viewer, watches a stupid amount of the time they're on leave. Eats dinner while watching their favorite show, etc etc.

(Dark stuff and NSFW ahead warning.)

Soap is the one who is the most impulsive about it. He's the one who feels guilty about it until he covers his own hand in his cum while watching you play a game on your phone. It's an insatiable need at this point. Can't cum without thinking of the bonnie little thing on his computer screen. You said the word Soap out loud once while talking to a friend on the phone or going through a list and he came so hard he saw stars. Went back and clipped the audio, he has it saved on his phone with other words, just so he can hear you say his callsign. He feels just a little guilty after he cums to you doing stretches.

But that's the allure of it, the taboo, knowing he's a fucking freak but doing it anyway. And god does he love it. Honestly the guilt fades REALLY quickly when he realizes how long the camera has been there, bordering on months. Such a poor thing you are, so vulnerable, so sweet. You just need someone to protect you from the nasty men in this world. Need someone even nastier to do it.

He makes the impulsive decision to go to the pub you mention on the phone with a friend. He waits until you're just a little drunk and "accidentally" bumps into you. Makes himself as charming as possible, smiles and laughs with you, until youre bringing him into your home. He positions you just right so the camera can see (he's recording the stream at home) and makes you as loud as possible, tongue laving over your inner thighs, leaving searing bites anywhere he can reach like he's claiming you.

(He is.)

He makes sure the camera gets a perfect shot of him cumming inside of you without protection. Hooks his fingers into your mouth so you can't stop the sounds you're making. He licks the drool from your chin and up into your mouth. Spends hours making you cum your brains out when he's not using you, well past the point of overstimulation by the time he settles, leaving you a hiccupping and sobbing mess as he rubs soothing cream over you, cuddling you to his chest so that this time, the camera can't see you at all.

He gives a peace sign to the camera after you fall asleep, and says "Alright ye bloody animals, shows over." before breaking the thing. Shoves it in the middle of your kitchen garbage before washing his hands and crawling back into bed with you. He sets up a new camera by the next morning, this one just for himself.

(and, if he releases clips of you two fucking online, that's between him and the rest of the god forsaken fucks on there.)

//

Price is shameless about watching you.

He knows he's going to hell, what's one more sin along the way? He indulges himself far more than any of the others. The silence gets to him when he's on leave, and what better way to fill it than with a pretty/handsome thing going about their life? He spends pretty much every waking and sleeping minute with his laptop open to your feed, watching you go about your day. It's mostly mundane, really, sick in nature but not a sexual thing for the most part. Of course, he gives his cock slow, languid strokes when he watches your hips eagerly buck into the vibrating toy you're using, whimpers falling from your pretty lips that John just wants to swallow whole. Too impatient for your own good, you need to be held down and edged for a good hour.

It's that thought that sends him spiraling.

How much better oof you'd be if you just had him to take care of you. Such a shame a nasty, terrible man put a camera in your room - he'll fix that.

He ends up moving into the flat/house next to yours when it mysteriously comes available. He really wants a cute little spouse to come home to - really wants to sit them on his cock until theyre crying and begging him to move. (And if he can get them to call him daddy, well, wouldn't that be a sight?)

He takes the longest out of all the boys, ends up being the model neighbor, coaxes you out like a feral little animal until you're spending more time in his place than your own. He hates that so many people (mainly men, his main issue is the men) can see you at any given time. Can take what should be his. So he waits until you're out for work one day and he uses the spare key you gave him (so trustingly, honey you shouldn't give things to strange men like him. He'll bend you over his knee until you learn your lesson.) and he sneaks into your room and moves the camera just a bit after disabling it. Just enough so its more noticeable in the light.

(If he steals a pair of panties, well... he does.)

And when you come crying and shaking to his doorstep later, he breaks the thing in his hand, and chucks it before he ushers you into his place and coos at you as he fingers you in his lap, edging you as you work through all those big emotions :( Poor baby, he's got you now, no need to be so scared, he'll get you nice and needy and then fuck you until you're brainlessly drooling into his pillow. He'll even be so kind as to slip his ring on your finger too, just to make sure you know he's not going to let anyone else have you anymore. That he'll make sure you're safe from now on, isn't that nice pumpkin?

//

Gaz I'm still trying to figure out how to write but I think he'd see the stream by accident, he's not gone looking for it, and he feels sharp revulsion when he figures out what it is while looking for some other information. And he's taking note of all of the things in the room, desperately trying to piece together where you live so he can do the right thing and figure out how to tell you about the stream. Definitely not because he's interested, and sure it's taking him a few days and repeated visits and- well, okay, you have this cute thing you do and- okay he's not... well he knows he's being a creep, but he's doing it for the right reasons. Totally. He's not... he's not being weird for no reason like some of these other creeps. And yeah, okay, he jacks off to you now and then, it's not that big of a deal, he's a little lonely and he's a little desperate okay?

He tells himself he's gonna quit, that he's not going to do anything, but then suddenly he's in your town on his leave, and he's putting himself in your path at every given opportunity. Of course, by then he's long since accepted he's being a real fucking freak by what he's doing, but doesn't he deserve something nice? Don't you?

And sure, okay, it's a huge ego boost when you do look at him and flush, when you try to collect your thoughts when you hear his voice. He smiles prettily at you and it all sort of spirals from there, until he's well and truly charmed you. He drops hints about the camera, but nothing directly implied. He finds a story on the news app on his phone about something similar and cringes, pretending like he isn't STILL watching the live feed of your apartment when he's in his own. Says something about how only a real freak would put a camera in someone's house. Good thing you've never done that to his place and he laughs, because he's never been to yours yet so you take it as a joke.

Weeks later, when you're doing a clean of your apartment, you find the camera and call him, and he comes over and hugs you, coos that it's probably not even plugged in, just some dick trying to scare you. He helps you run through who it could possibly be that did it, until he's given the dude's full name and address online.

He gives the camera a shit eating grin over your shoulder, looking directly into it even though you haven't pointed it out yet.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you stay at his place for the night (when he really means forever.) He makes sure there's no cameras around you ever again.

//

Ghost is... the worst of them. In his own special way.

Assuming he isn't the one who put the damn thing in your room, he's definitely a regular on some of the grossest sites known to man, half out of sheer morbid curiosity, and half because he sometimes does end up finding things he likes. Your stream isn't the first he's watched, but it is the first he stays for. There's something about you that mesmerizes him. He ends up visiting the stream more and more until he's pieced together where you live and what your general schedule is. It takes a few months, but he wants you for himself - nothing else will do.

There's no preamble, no game that's played like the others. He forges a passport and documents and gets everything set up, and you don't even know that you're about to go tumbling into his net. He's quick about it, when he gets into your apartment. Ends up tying you up nice and neat, arms behind your back and ankles to your thighs while you sleep. Leaves the gag for last, just for the thrill of you screaming (so he can punish you) when you wake up. He blindfolds you, and moves the camera for a better view before flicking the lights on. He wakes you up with a slap to your ass, feeling himself grow hard as you panic. He cuts your clothes off with a knife, tells you not to squirm, and when you do and he knicks you, he just tuts and tells you that you shoulda known better.

Licks the blood from your skin with his mask rolled up before he pulls it back down (just a plain balaclava). He ends up hoisting you up so you're on your knees, positions you perfect for the camera to see, and fingerfucks you nice and fast, one hand on your throat to keep you upright, the other pitoning in and out of your hole. He makes sure to hit your g-spot/prostate every single time when he finds it, sets an absolutely brutal pace that has your tears leaking through the blindfold. When you get close, he bullies your clit/cock, moving fast and hard until you're screaming and you collapse. He tells you this is your fault, for trusting some prick and not even checking your own home.

Lines his cock up with you and doesn't prep you any further, only one orgasm and a little bit of finger fucking not nearly enough to prep you for what he's packing. He ends up fucking you hard, and fast, and brutal, still pumping your cock/rubbing your clit through the whole thing, not caring for anything but how you cry and squeeze so tight around his cock. He lets you heave sobs when he finally cums inside, no protection, and he pinches your nipples painfully hard to get your attention. When he's sure he's got it, he warns you not to let him drip out of you. Never tells you to stop crying, but tells you if you scream or try and get away, you will not like the punishment. He takes the gag out and you try to wriggle away, so he puts the gag back in while you try and apologize, ask for a second chance, and he just puts you on the floor, angles the camera just so, and takes the blindfold off. He tells you exactly how long he's been watching, how many people he sees in the stream at any given time, and then he ties a vibrator to your clit/cock and sets it on the highest setting it can go. He tells you to give the boys a good show before you retire from your acting career, and presses a kiss to your forehead through the mask.

He gives you an hour alone with your fans while he packs your stuff into the boot of his rental car.

#soap cod #ghost cod #cod #price cod #gaz cod #dark fic #mod strawberry #strawberry writing #if theres any mistakes no there isnt close your eyes #i typed half of it on mobile during work until i got too worked up and i had to set my phone down #smile emoji #im mentally unwell teehee sparkles

[luveline]

Not sure if I’m doing this right because I’ve never really taken part in one of these but please can I request something for zombie Steve and reader with the below prompt:

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐨𝐤 —send me a hurt/comfort request for any reader and any character and I'll write a ficlet, 2k or less

Maybe like, some time shortly after they started to become romantically involved or after he first calls her his gf, and Steve has a bad day and is a little short with reader and she’s worrying he’s regretting crossing that line with her but then he reassures her he’s not regretting it.

Sorry if I’m doing this wrong and no worries if you don’t like it, I just seriously love zombie Steve, especially when he’s a lil grumpy grump but always wants to make up for it afterwards 🥰

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you for your request, you did it perfect don't worry! steve zombie!au —steve gets stressed when food is in short supply, but he cares about you more than you think. fem!reader, 2.5k

cw starving / food insecurity

"I don't think we can make it another day if we don't find something tonight." 

Steve's shoulders go rigid at your statement, backpack reflecting glaring light.. It's dark as night, the room illuminated by two twin flashlight beams. New batteries have the lights constant and consistent. It's a shame you can't live off of batteries. 

You're hungry in a way you've never been hungry before. Never. You and Steve have been starving for days. You have a pounding headache leaking down into your teeth that's made you quiet and Steve is quieter, pointing his flashlight into the next kitchen cabinet. The only thing inside is dust, motes swimming in a sea of white. 

What's worse, you're terrified to hop houses at night, because from afar, deep in the forest surrounding the residential neighbourhood you're in, you've been hearing wolves. Deep howls chasing a filling moon. 

You're so hungry you've had to risk it. 

Your head is heavy on your neck as you look up into another cabinet. "We're gonna die," you say. You can't help it —maybe it's the genuine and inescapable despair of thinking you'll die, maybe it's his recent bout of loving affection, but lately all you do is complain. 

"We're not gonna die," Steve says. 

"You don't know that." 

"Yes, I do." 

"How could you? All these houses have been stripped clean, there's nothing left–" 

"I just know, alright?" 

He slams the cabinet door shut and stalks to the other side of the kitchen. These houses are huge, rich people places with endless bedrooms and their matching ensuites. He shoves his weight into the door leading to the garage. You don't have a choice, following him in. Steve wants space but he can't have it, splitting up makes you feel sick. 

Your hands under his t-shirt, his hands on your back. An admission. I've been calling you my girlfriend in my head for weeks. 

Your Steve's girlfriend. He's your boyfriend, and he's gonna get eaten by a zombie in a garage in the middle of nowhere suburbia and you'll be all alone without him. 

"Steve," you say, irritated. The garage is even darker than the kitchen, no windows for moonlight to crawl inside. He's turned his torch to the storage bins behind a black, sleek car. 

"What?" he asks, using the brunt of his palm to lift a lid.

"What do you mean, what? If I walked away from you like that you'd bite my head off."

"Jesus," he hisses, quickly turning his light away from the bin he's opened. "What the fuck?" 

You creep up behind him to direct your own flashlight. You don't want to talk about what you find inside. 

Defeated and distant and wishing things could be different, you and Steve clip your rucksacks at the waist and prepare to move in the dark from this shitty empty house to the next. You can't sleep; Steve won't say it, but you think he might be scared that you'll both be too weak to get up again if you lay down. This is the final push. 

You don't ask for his hand. He grabs one of your rucksack straps and you slink down the concrete steps of the house back onto the picture perfect streets. An entire apocalypse and the only evidence is smashed glass. The cold night bounces off of the sidewalk to chill your calves, your old jeans little defence against the cold. It's so, so cold lately. 

The next house is locked. You and Steve look at one another, and whether you can see him in the moonlight dregs or if your mind knows him well enough to fill in the gaps is anyone's guess. He looks reluctantly hopeful. 

You take a silent walk around the house checking for points of entry. When each door you come across is locked and each window tightly locked, you kneel at the garage door and force your icy fingers beneath the door. Steve helps, flat of his knife scratching the asphalt. You lose all the feeling in your fingertips as Steve struggles to get his hands under as well, but together you sigh, pained, and lift the garage door with the last of your strength. You army under first quickly, almost dropping the shutters as Steve follows. 

Fingertips aching with quick-blooming contusions, you attempt to help Steve stand. He ignores your offered hand. 

This house is the same as the other, so while it's dark, it's manoeuvrable. Same daunting marble staircases up on to a balconied landing. Across to the left is a lone bedroom with huge windows and a staircase to the attic, and across to the right a handful of equally spacious rooms. You hadn't bothered searching the bedrooms in the houses before, figuring that whoever combed the kitchens to the insane degree they have was as desperate as you are now, and would've already done so. 

But this house was locked. 

You're filled with aching hope. You need to eat. You don't want to die. You don't want Steve to die. If there's nothing here, you aren't sure you'll have the energy to search another granite kitchen. 

Steve wastes no time opening a cabinet. 

You both stand still in shock. 

Cereal. Boxes and boxes of cereal. 

"What do you think the sell by date is?" you ask. 

"I don't know." He pulls down a box. It's off by a year. Pulls down another. Off again. Something awful inside of you wants to tear into the cardboard and eat it anyways. Too bad food poisoning can kill you quicker than hunger. 

Steve leaves the cabinet door open and moves to the next, practically ripping it off of the hinges. Your torch beam shakes with excitement when you see the insides, golden cans stacked high. 

Steve picks one up. Tosses it aside. "It's cat food." 

Well, if all else fails. The thought makes you want to cry. 

The next cabinet is full of glassware, and the next china plates. Steve opens a fifth and sixth at the same time. It takes you a second to calibrate the sight in front of you. 

"It's not more cat food, is it?" you ask quietly. 

Steve breathes out hard, grabbing a handful of skinny cans, metal popping against the counter as he drops one. "It's fish. Tuna fish." 

And just like that, you get to live. 

The last cabinet has a short supply of soups and bare essentials, enough for a week between you both (rich people ate less processed foods, apparently). It's the fish that promises security, a hundred cans of bluefin, yellowfin tuna, a couple cans of caviar. 

You and Steve eat it in the kitchen with fancy spoons. The smell is undesirable but it doesn't make you feel sick until hours later, half asleep on the kitchen floor. 

You stand up, ushering him with you, and pull yourselves with heavy emphasis on the handrail up the stairs to the first bedroom you come across. You take your toothbrush from your bag despite the begging pull of sleep and brush your teeth, eager to escape the salty tang of fish. If Steve wants to kiss you tonight, you'd rather taste like Arctic Fresh than fish. 

"Can I have some?" Steve asks. 

You raise your brows, squeezing toothpaste onto his brush. While he brushes, you construct a little lamp using the low-power torch and a half full water bottle. The room is far less intimidating after that, light reaching into the corners and exposing the raw wooden beams above. Steve spits his toothpaste into the wastebasket and leaves the room. He returns as you're taking off your shoes, disapproving as he drags a chair in. He hooks it under the door handle, jigging it to test. 

"I can't wear them anymore," you say. 

"Okay," he says. 

You'd hoped finding food would make him less snappy, but no luck. He's even quieter than before. 

You get changed in silence, like you've both decided now you're not hungry that actually you'd been kind of filthy. It's just… your reality. You want to be clean, and fed, and brushed, but you're grimy. You settle for another layer of deodorant and a fresh pair of underwear. 

Steve is looking at you, half-naked. He's allowed, it doesn't matter, but he averts his eyes when you catch him and doesn't speak to you again. Thankfully, your sated hunger removes despair to some extent. You climb into bed and Steve slides in next to you, and for a few hours, you sleep. 

Waking up is a new agony. 

You're bad at being separated from one another, and finding him gone fucks you up. Your heart immediately leaps into your mouth, a raw, beating thing. The daylight disarms you at first, blinking against it, but proves to be your friend when you find Steve's shoes at the end of the bed. It's a marker, a note from him to you: I'm still here.

He's leaning heavily on the countertop in the kitchen  with a notebook laid flat and a pen in hand, tallying up the cans.

"Hey, you scared me," you say, his shoes in one hand, yours in the other.  

"Sorry." 

You put the shoes on the counter. 

You hesitate to touch him first. You'd been thinking last night before you slept, his hand near your hip instead of on it, that Steve's finally realised he doesn't want to be with you. Like a near death experience, he'd had an epiphany. Why would he want to spend the bare strands of a life that he has playing house with you? 

He didn't have a choice. One sudden day and you were his burden.

Steve takes your hand without looking. Firm, he squeezes his fingers between yours and pulls you into his side. "It's a month's worth of food, easily. But it might make us kind of sick if we aren't careful. There's Mercury in it. Less than the cheap stuff, but we still shouldn't be eating so much." His arm presses to yours. He meets your eyes over his shoulder. "I hate fish." 

"You're talking to me today." 

He looks down at the notebook, his eyebrows pinching in like you've stepped on his foot. "I– sorry. I wasn't very nice, yesterday, I guess." 

You're relieved to hear his apology, not because you really even want one, but because it means he isn't as mad at you as you thought. "I was complaining." 

"It was all shit. You're allowed. I… was stressed." 

"It was all shit," you agree, explaining away his bad mood. But, last night, he didn't wanna hold you. It sounds pathetic but on a small scale, this is your life. Any change feels foreign. 

"I wasn't mad at you for complaining." 

You feel the back of his hand with your thumb. Fine hairs, skin rough from a few weeks of the elements. "Thanks for clarifying." 

"I'm serious."

"So am I." 

Steve looses go of your hand to put his arm on your shoulder. His fingertips skirt against your back, tickling gently. His eyes are serious but his mouth curves with a smile. "Why are you upset?" he asks. 

"I'm not." 

"I think I'd know." 

It seems silly now to tell him with his touch, his face this close to yours. You take in a shuddering breath and his expression pinches. 

Steve stands as close to you as he can without hugging you. "Hey, tell me," he says. 

You push your tongue against your teeth, thinking. Tears threaten to collect, a burning lump bobbing in your throat at his question. 

"Do you ever regret this?" you ask. "Sometimes I think you do." 

"This?" he asks.

"Me and you." 

Steve laughs, and that really is foreign what with the last few days of moroseness you've had. It's not a humoured laugh, just a shocked one, the sound inking his words as he says, "We're not something up for regretting." 

"What's that mean?" 

"It means," —Steve ducks his head a little, eye to eye with you as his arm curls behind your neck— "it's not even an option. Us, me and you, you alone, it's not an option. I don't regret what's happened or what's happening between us. I wish… I wish I'd been less of a dick to you. I wish I was nicer to you now, and that's a shitty thing to say, but this–" Hid eyes flare with annoyance directed inward. "I get fucking abysmally moody because I can't believe I'm this bad at taking care of you."

You lift your chin ever so slightly and Steve kisses you. Sweet but a little rough, like he'd been waiting for an offer. 

"I don't regret this," he mumbles, tapping the tip of his nose under yours. You lift your head, and he fits another kiss to the seam of your lips. 

"You didn't wanna hug me or anything last night–" 

He hugs you immediately. "I'm sorry," he says over your ear. "It was just a bad day." 

"But I'm here with you. I'm having the bad day with you, I want to be there for you," you say, semi-desperate. 

"I'm sorry," he says again, relaxing as your arms fold behind his back. 

Steve pets your back. You wish things were different, that he could be hugging you somewhere different. You can picture it, Steve dropping you off at some college class or putting his hand in your back pocket on the way to dinner. Things could be so much better and they never, ever will be. 

You don't ask, afraid to even suggest it if he hasn't thought of it, but you worry Steve is with you out of habit. Bad habits are hard to break, but anyone can stop smoking if they really want to. He could move on.

He must read your mind. 

"Sorry," Steve whispers, leaning back to kiss your cheek. "I'm a shitty boyfriend sometimes when I'm trying to be good at keeping us alive. You're the only good thing. I'm really sorry, honey." 

You nibble on the inside of your lip and hug him harder. "Stop saying sorry. You didn't do anything wrong, I just think too much." 

He breathes out in surprise at your ferocity, dropping his head into the curve of your neck. 

"I'm sorry," he says anyway.

Unbeknownst to you, it's in lieu of a different confession. 

You crack a smile. Steve pulls away to fret over your face uselessly, wiping away things you can't see and smiling back like a guy in the movies, all confident and flirtatious. It's a stark difference to the previous gloom. 

"Let's go find some water," he says, taking the side of your face into his palm. "I smell bad and you're shiny." 

"Nice, Steve."

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4 #luveline’s 40k party

[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖: 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕘

🥀Pairing: Ot8 x Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: office au

🥀Trope: coworkers with benefits

🥀Summary: as the office pet, your duties after hours are completely different

🥀Kinks: gang bang, pet play, butt plug, collar and leash (bdsm), dom! ateez, sub! reader, anal (f), penetrative sex with a barrier, oral (m), handjobs, jerking off, bukkake, praise kink, swallowing cum

🥀Word Count: 1,465

🥀Betas: @mejuii 🥀Day Twenty Eight: Predator/Prey & Strength 🥀Mini Masterlist

You walked on your hands and knees, feeling the cheap industrial carpet dig into your knees. You were being led on a leash clipped to a collar that read “Cum Slut'' by the attorney you worked for, Park Seonghwa. He was walking you to the partner’s office, Choi Jongho’s to be exact, to begin what you had been anticipating all day.

You were your office’s pet. During the twilight hours, eight men from your office used you in every way imaginable. You had become addicted to the way they seemed to surround you and fondle you and pretty much fill up every hole you had to offer. You had become a cum slut and you had no shame.

Seonghwa casted a fond look down at you. You had not a stitch of clothing on, in preparation for the evening's festivities. Your malleable eagerness was such a stark contrast from the way you constantly berated him in the office, as his assistant. He much preferred you this way, with hearts in your eyes, staring holes into his slacks at his cock. 

“Seonghwa, hurry up!” Wooyoung shouted down the hallway. “Why you insist on walking her like that, I have no clue.”

Seonghwa sighed, blowing some stray hairs out of his face. Wooyoung was always impatient to get his dick inside of you. Wooyoung didn’t understand that the few minutes you crawled from his office to Jongho’s made you from Seonghwa’s assistant to the office’s pet slut.

Jongho was sitting in his seat behind his desk, hands folded over his stomach. Wooyoung was sitting on Jongho’s desk, much to Jongho’s chagrin, kicking his feet impatiently. San and Mingi were standing at the wall-to-ceiling windows, discussing something in a low tone. Yunho’s face turned pink seeing you walk in at Seonghwa’s heels and Yeosang beamed, as if you had just come in with a pot of coffee. There was only one man missing…

“I’m sorry I’m late, my client wouldn’t shut the hell up and then he wanted to use the bathroom and I--” Hongjoong moaned, seeing you from behind. “Is that a butt plug?”

“Pup, shake,” Seonghwa instructed, snapping his fingers.

You lowered your face to the floor and wiggled your behind so that the fluffy tail that came from the butt plug could mimic a wag. 

“Well, that’s new,” Jongho murmured, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Isn’t it nice?” Seonghwa looked around at everyone’s approval.

San stepped forward, rubbing the floppy ears on your head between his fingers. “It’s a bit fucked up, but then again, this whole thing is fucked up.”

Wooyoung hopped off Jongho’s desk “Well, I’m--” 

Hongjoong put a hand on Wooyoung’s chest to halt his progress before the younger man could claim he had first dibs. “I don’t think so, Wooyoung. We already pulled straws for that ass, and it’s mine.”

You sat up, sitting on your haunches, waiting expectantly. San’s hand cupped your face and his thumb pulled at your lower lip. “Ready for my cock, pup?” You nipped at the tip of his thumb and he slowly smirked. “That's my girl.”

Mingi laid down on the floor, keeping all his clothes on, and simply tugging his pants down ever so slightly so that his cock could spring free. Since Yeosang was one of the three that wasn’t going to be able to enjoy your touch, it was agreed that he could pull your butt plug out, while Mingi got prepared, stroking himself and putting a condom on.

You bent over, fluffy ears flopping into your eyes. Mingi tugged at your hair a little bit, pulling your head back so that the ears sat properly in place. “Make sure to make all your cute noises for Yeosang, okay? He’s not going to get anything else after this.” Mingi caught his tongue between his teeth playfully, shooting a glance at the other lawyer behind you. 

Yeosang’s big hands reverently whispered along your ass until one of them firmly latched onto your ‘tail’. You keened at the feeling of your butt plug turning and twisting in your puckered hole. 

“Oh fuck.” Wooyoung cursed loudly and started to rub himself through his pants.

Jongho rolled his eyes. “They’ve barely started. You’re going to be coming in your pants before she does.”

“Listen to that,” Yunho said, his mouth parted open slightly. “She’s already so wet.”

“She had to be prepped,” Seonghwa admitted, preening at his preparation with you. It had been easy to press a hand to the small of your back, bend you over his desk and play with your ass until he could push the butt plug in easily. 

“Fuuuccckkkk,” Yeosang moaned, drawing out the word. He had finally pulled the butt plug from inside of you and your ass gaped, ready to be used. “Damn your luck, Kim Hongjoong,” he said under his breath.

Yeosang moved out of the way so Hongjoong could shuffle on his knees behind you. But first, you needed to get Mingi inside of you. 

Mingi wound his hand around your leash, keeping it tight, as you lowered yourself down on his cock. You made muffled whines as you took him inch by precarious inch. Mingi was a long fellow but you loved the feeling of his cockhead nudging the end of you once he was fully seated inside of you. 

“There’s a good pup,” Mingi praised you and you beamed for him. 

“My turn,” Hongjoong informed you. With one hand on your hip to steady you, he pushed his condom-covered cock into your ass with no resistance. You clenched down tightly, causing both Mingi and Hongjoong to groan in unison. 

Next, San stood over Mingi, shining leather shoes on either side of Mingi, a heavy hand guiding your mouth to take his cock. “Cover those teeth for me, pup, I’m not Wooyoung.”

“Hey!” Wooyoung protested, approaching your left side. His hand groped your tit absentmindedly and you made noises of happiness. “That was one time.”

“One time too many for me,” Yunho admitted, shivering at the thought of your teeth skimming his delicate dick. He came at you from your right side, grabbing your hand and squeezing it reassuringly before wrapping it around his length. 

Jongho remained in his chair, slowly but methodically rubbing one out to the image of you surround by men, all touching you or fucking you in some capacity. Seonghwa was watching how your lower half was taking both Hongjoong and Mingi alternatively, your legs shaking from taking both forces at once. Yeosang’s eyes danced from where San’s cock kept disappearing between your lips, to both your hands being occupied by Wooyoung and Yunho’s cocks, respectively. 

You could hear Mingi huffing and puffing below you, getting a workout as he pumped up into you, flexing his hips to really give you what you want. Hongjoong had both hands on your hips now, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis. 

Meanwhile, you stared up at San with heart eyes. You were getting everything you wanted. All your holes were being used, Wooyoung was still playing with one breast and Yunho’s hand was wrapping around your own, guiding you at his own pace. 

“You’re such a good little cum slut,” San cooed down at you.

San came first, as was pre-arranged. His cock was shoved halfway down your throat, so you didn’t even have to try to swallow him all. He grunted, scrunching up his nose and looking delicious while doing so. 

Now that your mouth was free, and San satisfied, Hongjoong came next, crying out as he filled up his condom. Mingi was next, growling that he would rather have his cum dripping out of you but this game could not continue if any of the men in this room knocked you up. 

You pushed your tongue out so that Wooyoung could come on your face and tongue. He loudly groaned, bucking into your hand. In contrast, Yunho gently removed some cum from your eyes, placed his cock against your tongue and spurted against it, groaning softly.

You laid on your back, on the floor, so you could receive your final offerings. Seonghwa, Yeosang and Jongho surrounded you. You closed your eyes and the three of them came, squirting their cum all over your naked body. 

“She sure would look better with our cum spilling out of her,” Hongjoong echoed Mingi, eying Seonghwa, as if he was the one who had the control to command it. 

“So good,” You finally moaned, licking your lips. “More please.”

Seonghwa and Jongho exchanged looks. “Pup, we didn’t negotiate past the first scene,” Jongho said firmly.

You whined, pushing your lower lip out. “I can’t have more?”

Yeosang moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Rock, paper, scissors for who goes where next?”

🥀Day Twenty Eight: Predator/Prey & Strength 🥀Mini Masterlist

#joongfryefff24 #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #ot8 smut #ot8 x reader #topaz's work #ღatz

[aerkame]

I really love your finfolk au and the amount of care you have put into the world building and characters.

If it's okay, can I ask some questions about the story?

In one post, you mentioned that Frank seemed to not mind being tricked into coming to the island, and "maybe at some point he gave up" (or something to that affect?). You also mentioned that he keeps his bowtie as a reminder of his old life.

So, how did Frank first react to being trapped on Home? Did he resist like the Selkei OC? Was he tricked into transforming, or did he he know what the potion was for? How long has he been on the island?

(This has nothing to do with anything you've already shared. Just a 'what if' that's been bouncing around in my head)

If Sally had gone on one of her killing sprees while a neighbor-- lets say Eddie-- was trying to woo someone from the mainland, would there have been a way for her to know that, hey, maybe leave that one grey nerd alone?

Thank you so much for the kind words! I really love folklore and I thought finfolk folklore was just perfect for the kind of writing I want to experiment with. :)

Frank had knowingly came to the island with Eddie and actually willingly allowed himself to be transformed. It was from curiosity but mainly done because he loves Eddie enough to give up his old life as a marine biologist. Even though he does miss some parts of his previous life, he wouldn't change what he has now. It's because of this that Home and the others didn't even try to force Frank to stay, they already knew he never wanted to leave any of them to begin with.

So of course, he won't run, not ever. Not when the love of his life and best friends are here.

It took time to get used to things, yes, but it was worth it in the end. Something that Frank found to be intriguing was not only the magical abilities of finfolk, but also the many forms they could take on. For example, he and the others could take on any face, shape, or form of another puppet, sometimes even making a whole now identity unique to themselves...but when it came to being in a finfolk form only finwomen could transform themselves into what look like mermaids. Full tail and everything. Finmen could only grow fins along their bodies.

The magic that Frank was allowed to use wasn't his own. Only true finfolk could use their own magic so he had to 'borrow' Home's magic in the form of a seashell. He always kept the shell clipped to his bowtie or vest whenever he wore it. It not only allowed him to use some magic (it was weak, but it got the job done when used), but it looked quite fitting with his outfit.

He likes to visit the mainland with Eddie sometimes even if he no longer lives there. It felt so nice to see new and old faces pass by. Frank also loved to revisit the places that Eddie often takes him to for dates. It was truly a dream.

It was almost funny really.

Back when Frank was just a normal puppet he honestly thought Sally was going to kill him or Eddie as either a jealous ex or some murderer wandering the streets. The yellow star had been caught stalking the both of them and on one night while he was alone, she came to him talking about how head over heels Eddie was in love.

"You know, it'd be a shame if something were to happen to you...poor Dear would be heartbroken."

The finwomen examined her claws while speaking, it left Frank terrified and unsure of his own safety, he was not quite understanding if whether or not Sally was a fiend or a siren judging by her finned head and arms. Either way she looked ready to kill something. It wasn't going to be him though.

Turns out Sally just had a sick sense of humor or she tended to word things poorly. She had really just showed up to make sure Frank remained safe for the night after Eddie had some business to take care of.

It took a few minutes of awkward silence for Frank to realize Sally wasn't here to kill him. Of course she clarified what she meant only after Frank had the third panic attack that night. She had a good laugh about it and he had a good pout about it.

Frank isn't upset about it anymore really. If anything, he's glad Sally showed up the way she did otherwise he never would have found out about finfolk or what Eddie really was. Even when he did find out he wasn't mad, disgusted, or upset. He was curious, intrigued, and falling deeper in love for his fin man.

#welcome home #welcome home finfolk au #welcome home au #finfolk #au #welcome home eddie dear #eddie dear #welcome home frank frankly #frank frankly #eddie dear x frank frankly #welcome home eddie x frank #requests open

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Oh! Oh, I want at least a snippet of that Jameson/Nanda AU!

Do you think you could write something for it some time?

He never was a deep sleeper. He's always jolted awake at the sound of doors being locked or unlocked, always known when someone was silently watching him from a few feet away. He's always opened his eyes to a touch, a kiss, a slap, a scream.

So now, when there's a brush of lips along the side of his neck, he hitches in a breath, eyes opening to a pure and perfect darkness, tense as he realizes someone made it on top of him before he ever noticed.

"What the f-"

"Ssshhhh." Teeth nip at his earlobe, and his eyelashes brush against someone's palm with every blink. He's being kept blind. But the weight and warmth of the body on top of him, lowering itself to press his back against the sheets, is familiar. "Don't say anything yet."

Blood and vanilla burst to life on his tongue, in a way they haven't since the last thing Nanda said before he fell down the stairs.

He's dreaming.

Jameson relaxes when he hears Nanda speak, because a dream is nothing. Even if this one feels real, and his legs throb and burn with the enduring pain he knows as well as his own heartbeat by now. His legs don't usually hurt in his dreams. But they hurt now.

He bends them at the knees, feet flat on the bed, and the ache subsides a little. Nanda settles between his legs, working his mouth over Jameson's neck again.

"You're dead," He says. He always reminds Nanda, in his dreams, because otherwise he wakes up crying. He's so tired of crying.

Delayed response, his therapist calls it. He wasn't safe to grieve, and it festered. Infected him, a wound he has to clean now with saltwater, washing the poison away here where it can't be used against him.

"Is that why you left?" Nanda asks, in a pause of his movement. The hand covering his eyes pulls away, and he blinks rapidly, having to bend his head forwards to look. "You thought I was dead?"

Nanda always looks the same, in his dreams. Just like he did the day he died.

But this Nanda looks... older. His cheekbones stand out more, and even in the dark, lit only by reflected street lamp through a window, Jameson can see new wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he smiles. The body on his feels a little lighter, maybe. All muscle, little else. He used to have a little extra body, but it'd been worn away, ground down with time.

"Of course I did," Jameson whispers, and lets his head drop back. His head swims with sleep, and he tells himself to wake up.

But nothing happens.

"How could you tell?"

"I put my fingers to your neck, like they do on TV. I couldn't feel anything. I thought you weren't breathing..." He's explained it before. Nanda usually blames him, then, in this dream time conversations. Shames him for going. "They'd have said it was my fault. That I fucking pushed you. Or... I couldn't stay. I couldn't-... I couldn't watch them carry you aw-... away-"

Silence draws out between them, and Jameson's heart feels cold and heavy, barely beating. His dreams aren't usually this... lucid. He feels awake. It feels real.

"Makes sense." Custard and blood, and his body wants to meet Nanda's like it always has, like it was made to. "I'd have run, too."

Jameson goes still. Nanda's body moves along his as he shifts a little further up, until they stare into each other's eyes. Jameson's lips part, but he can't speak, not at first. All the words are choked, held halfway to his lungs by the realization that Nanda looks... like a man who has been sick, and had to heal.

"What happened to you?" Nanda says, with an odd tenderness. He holds himself up with one elbow. A fingertips traces along the scar that clips the corner of Jameson's mouth, drops to run over one that runs along the curve of his shoulder.

"You-"

His hand is warm on Jameson's, curling his fingers for him until only index and middle finger stick up, and then he presses Jameson's fingers to his pulse.

It beats, strong and steady, just under stubble and skin.

"I was alive," Nanda says, "when you left. If you had waited-"

But he never finishes the sentence.

Jameson jerks his hand free and throws his arms around Nanda's neck, buries his face into the crook there where he has always found Nanda's scent and cologne mixed best. He can't breathe. He can't breathe.

He can feel Nanda breathing.

He cries all the time.

But now he finds new tears.

It feels like that was the dream.

Then his voice catches and he can't do anything else but keep crying.

Hands trace along his sides, up under his sleep shirt. Jameson groans, rolling his hips almost desperately. He misses his collar for the first time in months.

"These scars... So many. What happened?"

"I had to kill people," He whispers, between hitched sobs. "I had to, to k-kill people, they would have killed m-me-... I had to fucking kill them-"

"They left these on you?" Nanda's voice holds a frown.

"Y, yes-"

"They hurt you?"

"They, did, did more than-"

"Then I'm glad you did what you had to do." Nanda turns his head to kiss Jameson's patchy grown-in hair, letting out a huff of surprise as Jameson's legs go round his waist, hooked at the ankles. "You still mine?" Nanda asks, voice low, and Jameson shudders with a spike of lust and grief and love.

It's a question he has dreamed Nanda asking a thousand times.

But now...

He thinks of Allyn's smile and waving red hair, the constellations of freckles he maps with tongue and teeth and touch. The way they laugh, as they move on top of him. The way they look sleeping, or turning dandelions into bracelets and necklaces.

The taste of their voice, endless rain showers bright with something verdant and green.

"Yes," He rasps. "I'm... still y-yours-... I missed you so fucking much, you b-bastard-"

"I missed you, too," Nanda murmurs, kissing at his hair again. "It's funny, pet, but when I woke up in the hospital and they said you were gone... I missed you, too. You're still mine. I knew it."

The relief in Nanda's voice, the idea that he had worried about that... It's terrifying.

"Still yours," He whispers. "I love you."

For a second there's a silence filled with what Nanda never once said back.

Then the older man hums, and kisses Jameson's cheek, soft as a single drop of rain.

Or blood.

"Then pack what you need. Let's go home."

#jameson au #nanda #whump #bbu #pet whump #box boy universe #box boy #jesus nanda you can't admit it even now huh

[misslavenderlady]

Lost Boys - TransFem Au

Part 2: Growing up in Phoenix

Ladies and gentlemen, her 💕

Mikayla Emerson

Here's a bit of backstory for our lovely lady~

part 1 HERE , part 3 HERE

Back in Phoenix:

Growing up, Mikayla always felt awkward being around the boys in her class. They were so rude and gross in her eyes, and found herself glancing over to the girls groups. She worked up some courage to join them, enjoying their company far more. It just felt right, and it was the starting point of her journey.

As a child, she loved to watch her mom do her hair and makeup every morning. It was a great bonding time, as Lucy provided life advice and stories for her. Mikayla truly looked up to her mom and wanted to be like her one day.

When Sam came into the picture, Mikayla used him as a stand-in for her desires to be "pretty". She would put clips in his hair, dress him up in costume jewelry and use some tools from Lucy's makeup bag. She was too nervous about trying it all for herself, but cute little baby Sam would go along with it.

Now, her father was not having this. He was a workaholic who expected his wife to set his sons straight and stop all the "girlie shit" when he wasn't there. Lucy would not do such a thing, opting to help her children be happy. Whenever Lance was home he would say very hurtful and homophobic things to Mikayla. Tell her she better start acting like a "man" or he'd make her sorry. It scared her beyond belief.

We all know Lucy, aka best mom ever, was apart of the hippie movement back in the day. When her eldest child confided in her one day about being a girl, Lucy had all the love and support in the world. She never wanted her daughter to feel like she had to be anyone other than herself.

Mikayla's transition began in middle school. She begged her mother to help her be who she wanted to be. It wasn't easy, especially given the decade. Back in that day, Mikayla's identity was referred to as "transsexual". Lucy went searching through dozens of doctors office, trying to find one that would be willing to help. When she did, both of them were incredibly relieved.

Lucy enrolled Mikayla into a new school, doing all she could to help her daughter get the fresh start she wanted. Mikayla was so grateful to have girl friends and be herself. She still had to be careful, opting to go into the bathrooms to change for gym class and taking self-defense classes after school in case any bullies tried to hurt her (Lucy lied to Lance and said it was boxing).

When Mikayla got to high school, she joined the cheerleading team. She was incredibly athletic, and enjoyed having such sweet teammates to call her friends. Though the other cheerleaders were all bubbly and outgoing, Mikayla was still a little shy and reserved. She didn't like drawing too much attention to herself.

This went on for a few years until all hell broke loose at home. Lance had been in another fight with Lucy over Mikayla's identity, and had announced he was going to send her to military school to "force the sissy out". Lucy had finally had enough. She filed for divorce, packed up everything, and moved her children all the way to California. Before she left, she told Lance "I hope every day you're away from your little girl you feel every single bit of shame you deserve." That was the last time Mikayla and Sam saw their father. He wouldn't be missed.

#transfem Michael Emerson #the lost boys #michael emerson #mikayla emerson #lavender lady rambles #tlb au

[icdrawings]

Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 4

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Gold's pov

The party was getting crazy. The dancing, singing, and the loud music, it got crowded fast. I kept bumping into people while trying to get to the table "sorry, sorry,oh sorry" I kept apologizing. I kept going until I was accidentally shoved and was caught by someone, I looked up to see that it was the blue dog "nice to see you again groovy person you good, you seem a bit out of it" he said as he helped me stand up "oh I'm so sorry, sir" I apologize and looked down in shame "woah chill down, accident happen and sir, HA! Just Barnaby baby is fine" he said be for taking his hat off to bow down in a joking way "hehe, thank you Barnaby for catching me" I said "any time, oh you hair it becoming undone, probably from all the dance huh" he pointed out "what!?" I said as I chucked my hair and it was, my silver hair clip was missing "oh, dear" I grabbed my hair to keep it pulled back "I'm so sorry to ask but where is the exit" I asked since I couldn't see where the exit was "right over there" he pointed "take a breather, you look like you need it" he said "thank you" I said as I tried to rush out unknown to me that I dropped something important

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Wally's pov

I was trying to get to the table hoping to see my love to give them the gift I got them but no, only Barnaby "hey there little buddy" he said "hello Barnaby, have you seen my beloved" I asked "them? Oh yeah they headed towards the town, the poor thing looked like they needed some air" he said a bit worried"oh, thank you Barnaby I'll be off then" "wait!" He said holding me back "they dropped this" he handed me a hair clip that looked like a beetle "thank you again" I said as I rushed off after them and made it into town

"Darling, where are you?" I looked around for my beloved after we got separated during the dance

"If you ask me, I think your date-friend is a bit too quiet" the worm called Home said suspiciously "they're not my date-friend they're my partner" I corrected Home as I showed off my ring "I'll keep an eye out for them" Home said before popping out my eye that I caught right on time

"Darling?" I looked around "there they go, there they go,! They're-they're getting away!" Home cried as I saw something white go past the skeleton horse statue. I put back in my eye as I rush to follow

After a while I lost track of them until a shop owner pointed me toward their direction "thank you" I said before following "dear, where are you?" I called out near some coffins until I saw a spider "hello there miss widow how are you?" I asked her "oh I'm doing just wonderful! This person wearing a wedding dress complimented my weds now I'm inspired to make a new one" she said "oh how lovely by any chance you saw where they were going" I asked "yeah they went a little more that way" she nudged her head as i thanked her and walking off

"Dearest, darling" I shouted before seeing another corpse weeping "excuse me sir have you seen my partner" I asked "the breather?" He asked as I nodded "yeah they went that way, they're a nice one, they helped me when my head fell off" he said as I walked away. With all the compliments my partner was getting I feel even more in love 'they're just so sweet, the sweetest!' that thought made me more excited to find them as I skipped off until I stopped at a ledge seeing them walk up the stairs

I rushed up the stair to them sitting down on the bench with their veil off trying to fix their hair "hello dear" I said quietly giving off my presence softly as they lifted their head up "oh, hello" they said shyly "isn't the view beautiful? It takes my breath away, well, it would if I had any" I said jokingly as I saw them giggle before looking at the view "isn't it romantic?" I said placing the present down and sat next to them being careful of their vail "why keep your hair up?" I asked as they kept struggling to keep their hair back "my aunt wants me to look perfect and that my hair was a distraction..." They said sadly "but I would like to see! I'm sure you look wonderful" I said curious "but... but it'll look improper" they said "it looks like it hurts from how tight it is" I finally blurted out stunning them "I-i... okay" they finally agreed letting it flow out as it naturally curled "oh my!" I said placing my hand over my mouth from shock "I guess my aunt was right, it is bad" they said with a sadden smile "OH! no,no,no, your hair is, oh gosh, wait give me a sec-" I grabbed their vail and placed it on them "there... wait one more thing" I said as I grabbed out the beetle and clipped it in "there the gold beetle really compliments you" I said "oh, gosh I didn't realize that I dropped it" they touched the clip in disbelief "yup, you look wonderful" I said seeing them blush a bit

"I-I'm sorry for what had happened to you and for everything but I must get home soon" they said looking down again "but this is your home" I said trying to convince them "but I don't even know your name and you don't even know mine" they said instantly "well that's a great way to start a marriage" Home said in my head "shh, shut up" I said realizing I said that out loud look at them as they gave me a wide eye stare, I giggled out of embarrassment "it's Wally Darling" I answered "Wally" they said 'gosh I feel like if my heart could beat it would burst' "now what is your name darling" I said "oh... It's Gold... Gold Treasure" they answered 'even their name is unique' I snapped out of my thoughts realizing I forgot some thing as I grabbed the gift

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Gold's pov

"it's a wedding present" Wally said giving me the present topped with a bow, the box was light but something was moving and clanking inside. I was shaking, wondering what was in it "thank you" I said to Wally when he lifted the lid showing a skeletal cat as it jump out as I dropped the box. It landed on my lap looking up at me I then looked at it's pink collar, checking out their name tag I realized who it was "Rascal" it meowed "RASCAL!" I cheered as Rascal rubbed his head on my face "my cat, Rascal" I was happy to see my childhood friend again

Rascal walked off my lap to Wally's as he pat him causing Rascal to purr "oh, what a cutie" Wally said "even without fur he is still so cute" I said remembering the yellow and green fur Rascal used to have "aunt never liked Rascal, she never approved any thing" I said "do you think she would approve of me?" Wally asked "it's lucky that you won't have to meet her but..." I stumbled off "maybe you should meet papa... since we are... well married I do think you should meet him 'and it gives me the chance to talk to a friend' ... we should go see them" I said "oh, what a fantastic idea! Where are they buried?" Wally asked excitedly making me realize that my biological parents were buried back at my old town and that papa lived in the living world as I tried to think of a response Wally could seem to read me "what? What is it?" He asked "well... they are not here, at least..." I stopped from continuing "where are they?" He asked as I pointed up to let him know "oh, they're still alive" he said "I'm afraid so" I answered

It was until Rascal meowed at Wally getting his attention "what is it Rascal?" Wally asked my cat as Rascal meowed again "oh, no, we couldn't possibly" Wally said only to be cut off by Rascal's meow "oh, well, if you put it like that" Wally said

"What did he say?" I asked Wally

"Frank Frankly"

"Frank Frankly... are you there" Wally shouted as he took me through an ancient looking library with books and papers scattered everywhere "hello, is anyone home... hello?" Wally kept searching for Frank 'i know that name, I've heard it before but where?" I thought to myself before nearly tripping over a book. I didn't want to step on any books or paper that might be important so I start to pick up a few and placed them on a stack when some crows start to fly past me making me close my eye for a second, when I opened them I saw another corpse with grey skin, black hair, purple suit, glasses, and his left arm and side rib cage had decayed.

"There you are!" Wally exclaimed cheerfully running to Frank "oh, my dear boy, there 'you' are" Frank said annoyed as I looked at him knowing I've seen him somewhere "I've brought my partner, Gold" Wally said happily showing me off to Frank who took a look at me shocked before spinning his head around really fast "WHAT!PARTNER!" He said before stopping his head with his hands before taking a closer look at me "and you're alive! how are you here?" He said as he grabbed my face to inspect it "this is remarkable!" He said as I looked at him 'wait now I remember' "um exhausted me Mr. Frank but is Frankly your surname by chance?" I questioned when he let go of my face "yes... it is, how did you know that?" He asked looking at me suspiciously "so you are Eddie's husband! Your Frank Dear!" I said excited "wait! My husband, how is he? is he okay!?" Frank said as he grabbed my shoulder a bit rough "um Frank be careful of them, they're fragile" Wally said worried "Eddie is alright, he's been my best friend for my whole life, he would always tell me stories about you and him" I said as Frank hands loosen their grip letting me take them off my shoulders before gently holding them both in my hands "how much you made him happy and how much he missed you, he loved you so much Mr. Dear" I said when Frank gave me a sad smile when I released his hands "thank you" he said before turning to Wally "now what do you need" he asked Wally

"We need to go up, upstairs? To visit the land of the living" Wally explained "land of the living? Oh, my dear boy" Frank said looking down pinching his nose "please Frank" Wally begged "now, why go up there, when people are dying to get down here" Frank said sarcastically "please Mr. Dear it would mean so much to us" I said making him soften a bit "I don't know, it's just not natural" he replied

"Please, Frank surely there must be something you can do" Wally begged again before Frank gave in "okay fine, let me see what I can do, where did I put that book? I left it somewhere" he began looking everywhere for a certain book "left it here somewhere" Frank started to through books around looking while me and Wally catched them and placed them on different bookshelf "oh! There's the one!" Frank held a large maroon book before coming back to us and started to search though it "ah there's the one, I have it, a Ukrainian haunting spell, just the thing for these quick trips" Frank explained "so glad you thought of this" Wally joyfully whispered as I nodded

"Now, then where were we?" Frank asked

"The Ukrainian haunting spell" Wally replied

"Ah, here we have it, ready?" Frank asked as we both nodded "just remember, when you want to come back say 'hopscotch'" he explained

"Hopscotch?" Wally asked

"Yes, and Gold" he looked at me "yes?" I asked "please call me Frank and tell Eddie... I love him too" he said giving me a smile as he cracked an egg on me taking us back into the living realm

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I was working on one of my projects when Poppy came I'm "oh hello Poppy what brings you by?" I asked "oh dearie I have such news, Wally has finally gotten married" she said with excitement "really? Wally finally got married?" I was shocked no I have never really talked with the others only customers that come in but Poppy along with Sally have been my top costumers and close friends, letting me know all the gossip that's happening around so I know who Wally was and how he dies even if I've never met him "thats wonderful who are they?" I asked "you won't believe this but they're a breather!" She said shocking me "a breather!?, wow that's new" I said focusing on my project "yes dearie and looking at them reminded me of something" she said "what was it?" I asked trying to get the stitches straight "they wore what sounded like the wedding dress you made dearie" she exclaimed

I stood up straight 'my dress!?' "what did it look like?!" I said frantic but trying to stay calm "oh, it was white, light blue ribbon around the waist, it has sleeve with pearls on top along with the top part of the dress, they were beautiful" she said joyously I quickly turned to her to ask her something serious "did they have a white choker with ruffles and a blue gem?" I asked "but of course" she said as I realized what this meant 'no one knows about the chokers, no one knows except... damn it! those two of course they stoop that low!' I slapped my head "oh dearie are you alright" Poppy asked "yes... I am" I said trying to go back to my work "no you aren't dear, something is up in that head of yours" Poppy said as she walked closer to me "they're your younger sibling, the one you were forced to leave behind isn't it" Poppy placed her wing on my shoulder as I stopped working placing the needle down "where are they?" I asked wanting to reunite with them "from what Sally told me, the couple left to the living realm" Poppy said as we walked towards the shop's door "oh... hey Poppy" I said "yes dearie?" She said "please let me know if they come back please, I would love to see them again, more then anything" I said giving Poppy a hugs

"Of course... Jewel" and with that she was gone

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Chapter 5

#o/c #welcome home #welcome home oc #wally darling #wally darling x o/c #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #corpse puppet au #@sketchquill #poppy partridge #sally starlet #frank frankly #home

[taevbears]

Magic Shop - 06

He’s waited a long time to see you again.

⤑ pairing: (eventual) OT7 x female witch!reader; Taehyung focused  ⤑ genre: magic au, romance, hurt/comfort, slow burn ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 8.2k ⤑ warnings: minor character death, abandonment/loss, depression/grief, oppression against mages, a bit of self-deprecation, brief description of sexual activities.   ⤑ note: Happy birthday Taehyung! Your chapter happens to fall align with your birthday lol (at least, in the time I’m posting it. I seriously didn’t intend for it to happen, but it worked out this way!). For all my visual readers, the references I used for the shop are from the FESTA 2020 staircase photoshoot, BE concept photos, and of course, the 5th Muster: Magic Shop intermission clips. I also couldn’t decide if I wanted to make Taehyung a crow or a raven lol. But I’m happy to finally change gears from the dark and dreary with this story and into more light-hearted and fluffy moments. There are only a couple more chapters left until this first part of the series is done, so thank you so much for sticking with me and all the lovely comments ^^ I hope you all have a wonderful, warm, and safe new year!

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An awkward silence passes as the mysterious man smiles at you all. Then, hesitantly, after clearing his throat, Seokjin is the first to speak up. “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

“Ah, that’s a good question.” The man rubs his chin, taking his time to think of an answer. Then, with a slight smirk, he replies, “You can call me whatever you want.”

“Don’t you have a name?” Namjoon tries.

He shrugs his shoulders. “My last owner called me Taehyung.”

“Okay. Taehyung,” you test out his name as he turns his full attention to you. His eyes are a dark amber, almost like honey. It’s a little difficult to look away from them. “H-How do you know who we are?”

His smirk widens as he quirks up an eyebrow. “Ah, that’s a shame. It sounds like you don’t remember me yet, darling.”

You blink. “Wait. What?”

“We used to be lovers.”

“Wait—”

“WHAT?!” the boys echo around you, nearly screaming, just in as much shock as you are. Maybe even more so.

The mix of confusion, disbelief, and panic causes Taehyung to burst into laughter. He claps his hands, eyes squinting to crescents between his fits of giggles. “I’m kidding! You guys are too funny.”

“That doesn’t answer… I’m…” you start, your brain seizing over the fact that a mysterious, handsome, possibly Wicked man is joking about you two being lovers once. You know it isn’t true. You’ve never seen this man before in your life. Yet, you feel so flustered.

In your arms, you feel Yoongi brush his tail around your arm. His dark eyes are trained on Taehyung, watching him carefully. It’s as if he isn’t sure what to make of him just yet either.

“Why don’t you all come inside? You seem pretty tired,” Taehyung suggests, gesturing at the old and broken building. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he spins around, walks down the short pathway, and leaves the door wide open.

“This is a bad idea,” Seokjin whispers as the four of you huddle together in a circle to discuss. And he’s right. None of you have ever met this man, yet he seems to know you quite well. The building is sketchy and in disarray, as if no one has taken care of it for years. The entire thing looks like it’s on its last leg and could collapse at any given moment. It’d be incredibly stupid if you blindly take his word and follow him straight into a trap.

“Let’s just hear him out,” Hoseok surprisingly disagrees. He’s usually more on the cautious side, especially when it comes to trusting strangers. “He might be able to help us lay low from the wardens.”

“Didn’t you see his eyes? He looks like he’s Wicked,” Namjoon argues. “He could corrupt our minds and devour our hearts.”

“And turn us into toads,” Seokjin adds with an affirmative nod.

The black cat in your arms meows, causing the boys to glance down at him before looking to you for a translation. “Yoongi said he’s not Wicked. He’s something else.”

“What? A mage?”

“A demon?”

“Familiar,” Taehyung answers right beside you, somehow joining your little circle without any of you noticing. There’s a brief glimpse of amusement in his golden eyes when you all jump back and yell in surprise, but the expression quickly changes. With a long, exasperated sigh, he tilts his head to the side and calmly reasons, “Come on. You guys didn’t mind me when I was with you in the forest. Do you dislike my human form this much?”

“He did help us out,” Hoseok points out, eyes flickering between you guys and the man.

“It’s not the best-looking place right now,” Taehyung admits, nodding toward the building as a piece of plaster falls off. He promptly ignores it and continues, “But the wardens won’t know you’re here. The shop will keep you safe from anyone troubling you. And you guys can stay as long as you like! There are enough beds for each of you.”

Namjoon sighs and rubs the back of his stiff neck. All of you haven’t had much of a proper rest since the night of the attack, always on the move and always on your guard. “That does sound better than sleeping on the ground for another night.”

“I’m not a good cook, but I can see what I have and get a stew going. There’s a marketplace in town with good meat and vegetables, too. Whatever ingredients we’ll need for supper, we can find it there.”

Seokjin’s stomach growls at the mention of food and he curses under his breath. Ears red, he mumbles, “Maybe we should stay for dinner at least.”

You watch as your companions are won over with the promise of a hot meal, Hoseok and Namjoon immediately agreeing to Seokjin’s suggestion. Throwing caution to the wind, the three of them enter the suddenly inviting abode.

That just leaves you and Yoongi.

The cat’s dark eyes have Taehyung in his gaze since he appeared before you all. Suspicious and weary, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to think that the man intends to harm any of you. And while he observes the amber-eyed brunet, your gaze is fixed on the building before you.

It’s odd.

You were so young when you were taken to Blackstone Castle, you don’t remember your parents or the town you were born in. You don’t know if you’re from the countryside like Namjoon, who helped his family pick ripe tomatoes and other crops in the summer and grew up in a tight-knit community. You don’t know if you’re from the seaside like Seokjin, who’d go on fishing trips with his father and older brother and help his mother at their family restaurant. Like Hoseok, who was born in the castle, you’ve never been outside those walls until now.

Yet, you feel like you’ve seen this place somewhere before.

Taehyung’s gaze is intense as he stares at you, drinking you in. Almost like he can’t believe you’re real and standing before him. Your attention is pulled away from the building when he inquires, “Aren’t you curious?”

It’s an innocent question, but it draws you toward him all the same. Taehyung, with his hypnotizing eyes and alluring voice, extends an arm like a gentleman for you to take. Your determination to seek answers falls right into his hand as he leads you through the threshold with a smirk and shuts the door behind you.

Once upon a time, when the trading town of New Haven was just beginning to develop, a mysterious shop seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The first settlers, exhausted and burnt out from working nonstop, stumbled through the large doors and were pleasantly surprised to find exactly what they were looking for: a table with a delicious feast, soft beds for a good night’s rest, warm shelter against the grueling cold night. After spending some time to refresh themselves and heal their tired hearts, they were able to head back to work the next day happier and with rejuvenated energy. However, just as strangely as the shop arrived, it vanished just as quickly, as if the shop itself was made of magic.

Some people claim that the shop only appears when you need it the most; when the days are hard and difficult and you’re in need of comfort and love. Others would say that the shop didn’t exist at all, and that the settlers were just dreaming of their heart’s desires after they built the town. Either way, the story has become a legend.

Over the years, the type of shop it was has changed. Some stories say it’s a teahouse and pub with brewed teas, coffees, and homemade alcohol that have healing properties or a bakery with bread that always tastes freshly-baked and buttery, no matter how long it’s been put on display behind the wooden shelves. Some say it’s a quaint inn with the softest beds, guaranteeing the best sleep of your life. Some say it’s an entertainment lounge with musical instruments that play on its own, and the sounds of laughter and dancing can be heard long after the building is empty. Some say it’s an actual shop with oddities from foreign lands and objects that symbolizes luck, wealth, protection, or love.

What is consistent, however, is that the shop is almost unnoticeable upon first glance, seamlessly blending in with the surrounding neighborhood wherever it pops up. And once it’s fulfilled its task, it disappears as if it were just a dream. Like magic.

Stories like this have become forgotten when the teachings of the Devoted interfered with the whimsical and wonderful curiosities of the masses. New Haven, built upon by hard work and dedication, provided a safe place for weary travelers coming from the ominous forests and long, worn-down roads. People come and trade goods for coins, share stories of wild tales from their quests, provide information with fellow travelers, and recruit help from the growing guilds. The story of the settlers and the first discovery of the shop is kept alive through word of mouth from the townsfolk, but not many people believe it anymore.

Magic, after all, is forbidden. Even in a town like this.

Thus, without a purpose, the shop begins to deteriorate. The vibrant colors within the shop fades, the displays of artifacts and souvenirs collect dust among the untouched books, the breads are stale and the drinks are not as tasty, the instruments are out of tune and the equipment for other hobbies are broken, and the building itself becomes an empty shell of the liveliness it once had.

People pass by the shop all the time, but no one ever stops by to look inside. It’s become abandoned, haunted, left to rot with the elements.

And the only living thing near the old building is a lonely raven, whose unwavering belief and magical affinity keeps the shop on its last leg, long after its previous owners have left him all alone.

Inside the old shop are remnants of what the place used to be.

At the entrance is a small lobby with a check-in counter and a seating area. Behind the worn-out leather couch is an antique shelf collecting dust and cobwebs among its books and decorative pieces. On the other side of the entrance is a mysterious dark-painted door that seems to be permanently locked. A light above the door with a strange symbol of mirrored parallelograms doesn’t seem to work.

To your left is a faded teal-colored parlor room with an upright piano that is out of tune and an easel by the window with spots of colorful painted residue. Oddities collected from travels are displayed in this room, from dolls with inhabited spirits to scales and fossilized eggs of a mythical beast. They’re decorated around a round wooden coffee table with a fancy red sofa and white chairs pulled around it, inviting and cozy for long talks, playing music, and hanging out. At the back of the room is a reading nook with several books off its shelf, untouched for years with paper yellowing over time. And just above the reading nook is a loft that overlooks the entire parlor and entrance, where a fortress of blankets and pillows have been made.

To the right is a cozy tavern with a long bar separating the kitchen from the seating area. Bottles of wine and ale are aging behind the bar, as well as jars of half-empty coffee beans, tea leaves, and other herbs and aromatics. Various pots and pans are in the kitchen, as well as a huge cauldron that sits on the hearth of a fireplace. Mixed chairs of different colors and designs are gathered around the tables. Though, the one that stands out is a long table by a window with a long bench on one side and five different chairs; an arrangement perfect for a big family or a group of friends.

There are stairs between the entrance and the tavern that seem to lead to the bedrooms that Taehyung promised. From the outside, the floorplan of this building doesn’t make a lot of sense. With such limited space, it feels like you’ve entered a rundown shack and crossed the threshold of a hidden mansion.

“What do you think?” Taehyung asks, observing each of your reactions.

Namjoon is already thumbing through some old books on a shelf, eyes sparkling when he seems to find some he hasn’t read before. Seokjin looks puzzled and curious at some of the runes and artifacts on display, as Hoseok picks up one of the jars of pot pourri and observes the ingredients inside. Even Yoongi leaps from your arms and finds a spot on the couch he feels comfortable in.

“This is amazing, Taehyung,” you breathe, taking it all in. It’s weak, and the place could use a good cleaning and fixing, but there’s a whimsical feeling that you know all too well.

This is a building full of magic.

“I’m glad,” Taehyung replies warmly, eyes squinting to crescents and cheeks rising as he smiles. “This is the Fate Reader’s Requiem. At least, that’s what my old owner called it. The shop has had many names over the years, as it’s served different purposes. Lately, I’ve been calling it The Raven’s Nest, but it could use a new name.”

“What do you mean by that?” Hoseok asks, looking over his shoulder at him.

“Come on! I have to show you upstairs!” he urges with a flash of a boxy smile. Your arm is still linked with his as he pulls you along, and the others stop what they’re doing and follow after you two, a bit worried that he might hurt you with his eagerness. The wide, creaking steps lead to a single white window. There isn’t a hallway, but along the diagonal walls are eight doors. Four on each side, facing each other. All the doors look identical to each other except for one. That one, you assume, leads to Taehyung’s room. The two of you stop in the middle of the narrow room – the steps barely wide enough for three of you to stand side by side – as he beams down at the others. “See? I told you there are enough beds. Go ahead and pick one.”

You exchange looks with the others, all who seem more curious than anything else. Then, curiosity bubbles to anticipation as each of you stand before your own door.

“There’s even one for you, Yoongi,” you note with an excited smile, seeing as the room next to yours has a cat door. Though, you’re not sure if the previous owners happened to have small pets, or if the building itself put one for him.

Regardless, the excitement is hard to contain as you grasp the doorknob and push it open. You hear Hoseok and Seokjin shout in awe, and Namjoon gasp as they enter their rooms. But you stand, silently stunned at the room before you.

It’s a simple room with basic furniture: a bed, a bureau, a mirror, a wooden chest, a simple table, and a reading chair. There’s an ensuite bathroom with scented oils and essences already in stock. It’s much bigger and nicer than the dorm you shared with Mina and your other roommates in Blackstone Castle, and even more so than the tiny bedroom you moved into in the enchanter’s quarters.

What gets you is the wave of nostalgia you feel upon seeing it. Even though it’s your first time being here, you’ve seen this room before. You’ve dreamt of it so many times, even during your Harrowing.

“You picked that room last time, too,” Taehyung quietly tells you.

You turn around to face him, not sure if he’s just messing with you this time. “Taehyung…”

“Wow, pretty girl,” Hoseok interrupts, coming to peer into your room with the others. He wraps his arm around you with a cheerful smile. “This one suits you.”

“I don’t think I want to leave,” Seokjin admits with a bashful laugh through his chosen door. “The room I have is perfect!”

“It’s definitely better than just sleeping anywhere else, I think,” Namjoon confesses, not sure if he’d be able to give this place up after what you’ve all seen. You’re sure he, Hoseok, and even Yoongi could feel the faint, protective, magical aura this place has as well.

“I’ll give you some time to settle in while I get the stew started. The rooms should have everything that you need,” Taehyung tells you all, though his amber eyes don't leave your gaze. He offers a small smile. “We can discuss it after we eat and rest up, yeah?”

“What do you make of all this?” you quietly ask, sinking deeper in the warm bath water. The white foam from the soaps and shampoo are your favorite scent, filling the bathroom with the distinct aroma.

Yoongi sits on the edge of the bathtub, seeming tempted to pop some of the foaming suds covering the bath water.

“I don’t know if we can trust him,” he says, sounding distracted. He raises a delicate hand, eyes focused on a particularly big bubble by your leg.

“Should we stay the night?”

Yoongi hisses when you move your knee the second he strikes, causing him to miss and nearly fall into the tub. You bite back a snicker as he grabs your thighs to keep his balance, glad that he’s in his human form so he can’t claw you. 

“We could,” he replies, coolly, calmly, as if he isn’t half-drenched in your bath water. “He’s a bit strange, but Taehyung doesn’t have any malicious intent.”

“His eyes are of a Wicked man, though.”

“Your eyes were almost Wicked too,” Yoongi mutters under his breath, casually dropping a shocking revelation to you as he wipes his wet hands on his pants.

You sit up straight in the tub. “What! When?!”

“It was when Seokjin got hurt. When you were fighting Adriel,” Yoongi answers, refusing to look at you. His cheeks distinctly turn red as he turns his gaze at a random tile on the wall.

You’re in shock, not realizing you almost turned Wicked. You just remember feeling so angry. When you found Seokjin, he was at the brink of death. And at the time, you couldn’t help but think of the what-ifs: what if you hadn’t gotten there sooner, what if Miss Eunjeong stayed behind with the children, what if he didn’t make it that night. Once you were certain that Seokjin was alive, you just attacked. You didn’t hold back as you cast spell after spell at the beast, not realizing that Adriel was the monster.

The only reason you stopped was because—

“Don’t think about it,” Yoongi cuts in sharply, snapping you out of your thoughts. You blink rapidly. You’re hugging yourself so tightly, your nails are digging into your skin. Your heart is racing so fast, your breath is short. As if the outrage, helplessness, and fear back then were just beginning to resurface again. “It’s in the past now. Seokjin and the others are okay.”

You stopped because you heard Seokjin call for you. You stopped because, when he could’ve sworn he saw a flash of golden amber in your eyes, he looked terrified of you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, sinking down in the bath water again. He’s right. Seokjin is probably asleep in his room, or helping Taehyung with supper. Hoseok and Namjoon are freshening up and resting around the shop as well. “I didn’t know… I thought he…”

You feel Yoongi place his hand on your knee, trying to comfort you. “Taehyung… he has an innocent aura to him. It’s almost child-like,” Yoongi tells you, and you try not to shiver when his thumb rubs your skin. “He must have lost someone important to him to have turned Wicked. But he must have found something within himself that gave him reason to hold onto his humanity.”

A heaviness fills your heart. Taehyung mentioned a previous owner, but it looks like no one has entered this shop for a very long time. Has he been here all alone all this time? When he appeared before you and Hoseok as a baby bird in the castle, and as a raven in the forest, was he trying to seek you out?

I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.

We used to be lovers.

You picked that room last time, too.

Does Taehyung think you’re his previous owner?

“Yoongi,” you ask, thinking about how both Adriel and Taehyung managed to regain their humanity after they’ve turned. “What exactly makes a person Wicked?”

It’s a bit funny what humans deem as magic and what they think is entertainment. In the Fate Reader’s Requiem, the shop was just that. Entertainment. Bells and whistles and illusions as the owner, known as the clairvoyant, pulls wool over people’s eyes for a pretty penny and a good laugh.

“It’s not real,” they would say, eager to see what trick she has up her sleeve. Eager to break the illusion and find out how she does it.

To many mages, it’s almost a mockery of what true magic really entails.

But to the beautiful and mischievous clairvoyant, it’s just as entertaining for her to have them believe they know better.

“Oh, you got me again!” she would say with a perfect smile, promising to find a better way to prank them next time. And Taehyung, her raven familiar, would wonder why she dabbles into silly tricks and games in the first place. When the clairvoyant is actually a proficient fortune teller and potion master. “It’s just for fun, and the customers are happy when they think they’re right. If they walk out of this shop feeling happier than they did coming in, that’s all that matters to me.”

She was selflessly kind, as charismatic as she was beautiful. Found him during a particularly harsh winter, and called him the greatest and warmest gift.

And Taehyung was in love.

It was just the two of them, aimless wanderers as they traveled the roads together by carriage, helping curious adventurers with vague advice for their journey or playing a game for trade during their quests. While she enjoyed pranking the skeptics, she also genuinely helped a lot of her clients as well: selling handmade lucky bracelets with protection spells, adding essence of magic in the baked goods, giving accurate and helpful advice to those who truly want to seek answers. And in their travels, the shop would appear at every stop, providing them a home they can settle into before they must pack up and disappear again.

New Haven was the town she liked most. It was a bustling town, full of fellow travelers and stories. It was the place she and Taehyung spent the most time in, a place that they could settle together, a place that they called home.

She told Taehyung that’s all she ever wanted for them. A place to settle down, a permanent residence for the shop. While it’s nice to travel the world and take in new sights and experiences, she’s always wanted to find a place she could always come back to. And New Haven, to her, seemed to be that place.

Despite how often her abilities teetered between magic and illusion, she was always so careful. After all, real magic was taboo. And her foresight has always been reliable, letting her know when it’s time to move to a new place, when people are becoming too suspicious.

“I’m tired of running away all the time,” she confesses to Taehyung one day, petting his feathers as she looked out the window, into the town she loved so much. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay here for a long time too?”

They didn’t leave as baseless gossip around the pubs spread about her and her affinity to magic. They didn’t leave when some of the townsfolk threw stones at them, trying to drive them out of New Haven. They didn’t leave when they tried to burn the shop and almost killed them.

They should've left when the hunters came.

They’re a ruthless, violent group. Persistent as they knock on the doors and demand to know how the clairvoyant does her tricks and illusions, forcing her into revealing her secrets. They drove all the customers away, turned the once beloved regulars against her, creating more hearsay as they called her a con artist and a scammer.

Taehyung doesn’t remember the reason why they took her and tied her up against the wooden pole, throwing stacks of hay and easily flammable foliage around her feet. He doesn’t remember the reason why a preacher from the Devoted stood before the rowdy crowd, calling her a sinner as he riled them up more. He doesn’t remember why no one stood up for her when all she wanted to do was make people happy.

He does remember the hurt and fear in his owner’s eyes before the anger started to seep in. Taking over him completely, until he saw red. Until all he could feel was something pure and foreign. 

Hatred.

Black feathers sprout from his arm and his nails sharpen into talons. He gasps and tries to hide it, to shift back into a full human. Among the outrage, the terror, and the betrayal that weighs heavily in his broken heart, he can feel something fighting against it, trying to keep him from transforming.

“Taehyung, don’t lose yourself,” the clairvoyant pleads as the smoke rises and the embers grow. Although she’s being made a spectacle, he can hear her voice as if she’s standing before him. “I have one more prediction. It’s about your future. Won’t you listen to it?”

There’s too much going on. The clamor of the crowd, chanting like a cult. The fires grow steadily as smoke fills the air and goes into her lungs.

Physically, he starts to change. As he blinks, his eyes become a little more golden. The suppressed darkness and negativity start to taint veins, coloring them black against his skin and spreading from his chest to his neck.

“One day, Taehyung, we’ll meet again. You’ll be happier then. More than you’ve ever been at this point. You’ll fall in love again. You’ll be surrounded by good people who will keep the shop alive, who will give comfort and joy to people better than I ever could by myself. Those people will be your family, Taehyung. And they’ll love you so much.”

Taehyung doesn’t realize he’s crying. He feels so small. He feels so helpless.

It isn’t fair. Why her? Why did they all turn against her? She did nothing wrong. She only wanted to make others happy.

“Don’t lose yourself, Taehyung. Keep holding on. I’m sorry I won’t be with you much longer, but take care of yourself. Take care of the shop. Remember, no matter how harsh the winters are, you’re a person full of love and warmth.”

Taehyung sobs as her screams pierce the smoky air.

When you come down from your bath, you see Seokjin cutting some vegetables in the kitchen and Namjoon dutifully stands by the cauldron and stirs the pot.

“I thought Taehyung was cooking the stew.”

“He’s playing with Hoseok,” Seokjin says, nodding toward one of the small tables where the two of them are laughing together and peeling potatoes. It seems like they’re trying to see who can make the longest peel without magic. “All he’s doing is boiling some meat, so I’m adding more ingredients to make it tastier.”

“Do you need help?”

“Yeah, grab a spoon and let me taste the broth,” he instructs, hands full as he continues to chop cabbage and carrots into chunky pieces. You pick up a ladle, scoop up a spoonful from the cauldron, and carefully take it to Seokjin. You watch a little too intently as he leans toward you, puckers his plush lips, and blows gently on the liquid before tasting it. HIs lips smack a little as he nods his head. “It’s better.”

“Really?”

“I want a taste too,” Hoseok tells you, pouting playfully when he sees you and Seokjin.

“Me too!” Taehyung chimes after. Even cat Yoongi hops on the counter and meows at you that he’s hungry.

Thus, somehow, you end up going around and feeding each of them. Even Namjoon, who could perfectly get some himself as he’s supposed to keep an eye on the soup. He smirks as you glare at him, muttering, “I hope you burn your tongue.”

“Behave, baby,” is all he says, voice deep as he raises an eyebrow. You ignore the skip in your heart as you maintain a straight face and flip him off.

Taehyung smiles as he observes your interactions with each of them. “You know, this is the liveliest this place has been in a long time. It’s really nice.”

There’s a tug in your heart when you recall what Yoongi said. How he must’ve lost someone important to him. How quiet and lonely the shop was in all these years. Quietly, you ask, “Can you tell us more about the previous owner?”

“Ah, she was a lot like you. Pretty. Kind. Brave.” He trails off a bit, and you can see the lingering love he has for her in his voice and his face. The fond expression is clouded with sadness as he continues, “She passed away a long time ago, though. As you can see, her magic is fading from this place and the shop needs new owners to keep it alive.”

“New owners?” Seokjin repeats, carefully dumping the cut vegetables into the stew. He glances over at you, and you meet his gaze for a brief second, shocked.

“That’s right. The shop runs through magic. Without it, it’ll just deteriorate and collapse upon itself,” Taehyung explains, looking at the current state of the shop. “Actually, I wanted to ask if you’d want to be the new owners.”

“Why us?” Namjoon asks, a bit hesitant. Only because it seems too good to be true. You and the others need a place to stay, and the shop, although falling apart, feels more like home than Blackstone Castle ever did.

“Destiny,” Taehyung simply replies, glancing over to you as well. “I think there’s a reason that we met, and why I found you guys again in the forest. I think there’s a reason why the three of you have all dreamt of this place.”

Your eyes widen as you look at Namjoon and Hoseok. “You guys too?”

“It was only once or twice,” Namjoon admits from behind you, “but after dreaming of running and being chased, I sometimes ended up here. Whenever I dreamt of reaching this place, it didn’t feel like a nightmare anymore.”

“I saw it in Divination class,” Hoseok says, a bit bashful. “There were lots of people living with us, cooking and eating together, playing music and dancing, laughing and having fun. We were a family. I didn’t think it would come true at first, but I wanted it so badly.”

“Me too,” you murmur, looking at Seokjin. You’ve told him your prediction about the shop that fulfills many needs and comforts. “I didn’t think it’d come true either.”

“I’ll give you some time to think about it. I think there’s still enough magic in this shop for three more days. Then, once it runs out, it’ll disappear for good,” Taehyung explains as he holds up three fingers. Then, his face lights up when he suddenly remembers something. “Ah! But I do have one more question.”

“What’s that?”

There’s a glint in his amber eyes as he asks, “Do any of you need a familiar?”

It feels like the world moved on too fast after she left.

Sunlight peeks from a heavily curtained window, shining some light into a dark and gloomy room. But Taehyung has long since been awake, hand touching the side of the bed where she would’ve laid. Sometimes, he doesn’t bother to get out of bed at all, even when the shop provides him all the things that would’ve made him happy: instruments like trumpets, trombones, and saxophones playing a jazzy tune, a new canvas upon an easel with vivid colors of paint to use, fresh strawberries and cooked meat already waiting for him at the dining table. Eventually, the music stops, the muse to create remains untouched, and the food becomes cold.

The hunters leave after tearing the shop apart, only finding a lonely raven hiding in its nest.

One of the hunters gives a young boy a dagger. “Take care of that animal, boy.”

The young boy nods and approaches the loft where Taehyung hides. He raises the weapon, sharp tip pointing right at him, but Taehyung doesn’t move. Perhaps this is better than having to spend another day without her.

But the boy has a change of heart. When the other hunters aren’t looking, he carries the raven to a window and sets him free. “Go. Before they notice.”

So, Taehyung flew off to start anew.

Years passed, and day by day, things got a little easier. He still feels so small and fragile, and it shows in his form as a baby bird. And while he wishes he could put everything behind him, the magic shop still follows him. Whether he’s in an eastern temple, a southern desert, a northern snowscape, or a western forest, the shop is always there to comfort him.

And then, one day, when he feels numb enough to forget the pain, he enters it with the intention of releasing its contract with him. With dead, amber eyes, he stares at the dark-painted door by the entrance. 

A door that leads to the heart of the shop.

Beyond it is a small, empty room with white walls, but it can transform into whatever the owner of the shop desires: a banquet, a loft, a studio, a game room. As Taehyung enters, it's a séance room. One that the previous owner held many of her readings, whether true or not.

Sitting on the table is a crystal ball. To his surprise, he sees an image inside it.

He sees her. The old owner. She smiles and waves at him, keeping her promise of meeting him again. Taehyung grabs the ball in his hands, looking into it with disbelief. “Clairvoyant!” 

The image changes. An ominous fortress. Blackstone Castle.

Is he meant to go there?

As a small raven, he flies across a thick forest until his wings are exhausted. But like most familiars, he can sense magical auras nearby. It gives him the strength to keep going. Many animals are attracted to mages, including dangerous predators. It isn’t uncommon for wolves, bears, and big cats to lurk near the castle. He does his best to avoid getting attacked by any of them.

By the time he reaches it, he collapses from a tree, dizzy, tired, hungry.

“Hoseok, look!”

When Taehyung opens his eyes, he’s being carried by warm, gentle hands. He feels the tips of fingers carefully rub his feathers, and two faces peering down at him. Yours and Hoseok’s.

Contracts between a mage and a familiar tend to be straight-forward. For Hoseok, who is still considered an apprentice, it’s simple.

“Defeat me in battle, and I’ll become your familiar,” Taehyung dramatically tells him. 

The two stand across from each other in front of the shop. Hoseok seems nervous as he holds onto his wand, glancing around as if anyone would stumble upon you guys at any given moment. Even though Taehyung has assured you all that he’s put up invisible portals to prevent any human from walking into the match, turning them around if they happen to walk through it. The rest of you sit on the porch steps with Yoongi on your lap and Seokjin passing some snacks over your head to Namjoon.

It’s the second day. Dawn barely breaks through the horizon before flashes of bright colors emitting from Hoseok’s wand light the dark skies. After supper together and wishing each other good night before breaking off into your separate rooms, all of you feel more rejuvenated than you had in days. Fed, well-rested, safe, and sheltered. You can’t quite imagine a better place than this.

Yoongi purrs in your lap, his eyes darting back and forth between Hoseok and Taehyung with interest. Effortlessly, Taehyung becomes a raven and flies overhead, dodging the bullets of light that shoots from Hoseok’s wand. Neither of them are holding back as Taehyung would swoop down and peck his ear, tug on his hair, or scratch his shoulder.

This is how it should be, Yoongi seems to tell you. No need for Harrowings or unnecessary deaths. Just a good, ol’ fashion duel between magical beings.

Twenty minutes later, Hoseok lands a hit on Taehyung, who dives down and rolls on the ground, shifting into his human form. “Ow. You win.”

“I won?”

“He went easy on him,” Seokjin scoffs, munching on his snacks.

“Hoseok knows how to make ambrosia. That’s the hardest concoction to make,” Namjoon points out, not only because of how rare the ingredients are, but because of how difficult and time-consuming it is to get them. And even then, it is very easy to mess it up. “We can let him pass this one.”

“Hoseok! You won!” you cheer, running up to him as Hoseok screams in triumph. He catches you in his arms and spins you around in glee. 

Taehyung, voice hoarse, dramatically rolls to his back and looks up at Hoseok. “You have proven your worth, apprentice. No, enchanter. I shall be your familiar and help guide you through your magical journey from now on.”

Hoseok laughs as he extends a hand to the raven. “I’m looking forward to having you by my side, Taehyung.”

A connection between them is instantly made. A special bond between familiar and mage. You look over at your own familiar, sharing a knowing look with him.

“We should celebrate,” Seokjin suggests as he stands up with a proud smile. “I’ll cook something nice for all of us.”

“Maybe we can look around town as well,” Namjoon adds, seeming curious about what's in New Haven. The rest of you agree, in need of new clothes and supplies since everything has been left behind at Blackstone Castle.

Before heading out, Namjoon warns you and Hoseok not to use any magic. Even if the people seem friendly, they could easily turn you to the hunters if you warrant enough suspicion. Taehyung is eager to help you guys blend in, transforming your enchanter robes into casual attires.

It feels a bit strange. You’re not used to wearing something so pretty. In comparison, the enchanter robes are so plain and simple. One bland color without design or appeal.

Taehyung takes a step back to admire his work once the illusion spell is cast on your old clothes. There’s a sincerity in his voice as he murmurs, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you reply back, a bit flustered. Perhaps it’s because Taehyung himself is so handsome, or perhaps it’s his honesty that makes you know he means what he says, but he has a way of making you feel so shy.

The boys have changed their robes and armor for suits, and at the entrance where you’re all gathered, it’s like you can’t stop looking at each other.

“Wow! Jin, you’re so handsome!” Namjoon loudly exclaims, causing Seokjin’s ears to turn red as Hoseok touches the fabric of his suit. Even though he and Namjoon are wearing something similar.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Joon,” you comment when Taehyung brings you in. Hoseok’s jaw falls open as the redness from Seokjin’s ears spreads to his face and neck. In the tiniest, quietest voice, you think Namjoon compliments you back. But Hoseok is already all over you, openly admiring how nice you look in your new outfit. Even Yoongi stares at you so intensely, you almost want to ask your cat if anything is wrong.

The five of you enter town and spend the day exploring. 

You and Hoseok feel like children, fascinated with everything around you. He excitedly points at horses pulling a carriage or some of the funny hats some people wear on their heads. At a clothing shop, the two of you try on some of the silly hats you guys saw, bursting into fits of laughter the more flamboyant and ridiculous they are. When he hears music from street performers, he pulls you along to dance with him, both of you giggling as one song blends into another and another.

Seokjin has your arm linked around his when you enter the famous marketplace. It feels like a place that’s easy to get lost in. Merchants have set up stands, selling everything from armors and weapons, common and rare artifacts and accessories, and daily ingredients for home-cooked meals. He sees you eyeing one that sells flowers and buys a small bouquet for you. His whole face turns suspiciously red when the old merchant smiles at him and says, “You make a lovely couple.”

For lunch, Taehyung shows you a place by a river that instantly becomes Namjoon’s favorite spot. The five of you sit by the grassy bank, admiring the way the sunlight shimmers off the reflection of the water. Yoongi growls at him in disdain when Namjoon rests his head on his spot – your lap – but proceeds to climb on his chest and glare down at him menacingly. Seokjin and Hoseok finally share a drink together, clinking bottles of alcohol. You giggle when Hoseok gives a curious Taehyung a sip of his, and laugh harder at the utter disgust on his face that follows afterwards. Namjoon smiles when he feels you absently run your fingers through his hair. He tells you that he’s happy, and you admit that you are as well.

By sunset, when all of you finally return back to the shop, you and Seokjin immediately prepare a celebratory supper for Hoseok and Taehyung. Although you were all gone most of the day, the place suddenly seems cleaner. Brighter. You hear Taehyung playing with the piano and it doesn’t sound out of tune like it had before. Even the food tastes more delicious, and you’re not sure if it’s because Seokjin has an eye for high quality ingredients and impeccable cooking skills, or if there’s a bit of magic that’s poured in from the shop.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon begins as dinner begins to wind down. “I think we’ve all made our decision already. About the shop.”

After meeting you and Hoseok, Taehyung can’t get you out of his mind.

Perhaps it’s because you really do remind him of his previous owner. Even if he isn’t completely certain you’re her in another life.

For days, Taehyung would watch you from the crystal ball, seeing little glimpses of your life. He sees that you’re a hard-worker, serious about your studies, and self-motivated in learning new things. He finds you really admirable, and knows that you’re very kind with the way you took care of him until he got better.

He sees your relationships with the other boys, and how easily drawn you are toward each of them. Namjoon and his admirable intelligence and gentle nature. Seokjin and his witty humor, playfulness, and consideration. Hoseok and his fervent passion and unyielding optimism. Yoongi and his calm, comforting aura and constant assurance.

He feels a bit envious, wishing he could be a part of that too.

The shop, once a place of painful memories, suddenly gives him a bit of hope. It isn’t every day that he is able to look into your life. Sometimes it’d take weeks or months for a new vision to appear. But every time it does, the warm and optimistic feeling of hope resurges within him.

Taehyung sees visions of darkness, flames, betrayal, loss, and terror that occurs during that fateful night. He sees how it’s ripped you all away from everything you’ve known and everything you’re used to. But a smile appears on his face when he sees something else.

You, at the shop, helping Seokjin cook for everybody and sharing quick kisses when he passes by you to grab a utensil or an ingredient. You with Namjoon at the reading nook, noses stuck in your own books and heads resting on big pillows on the floor, but you’re reading the same lines over and over as his fingers absently massages and trace patterns on your leg. You and Hoseok dancing together at the parlor room, even when there isn’t music playing, and he’s incredibly smitten as he spins you around and dips you before slowly bringing you back up for a kiss. You and Yoongi napping together in the afternoon, seemingly innocently, had it not been for the fresh bite marks against your thighs and neck.

Then, he sees you and him. 

Taehyung gifts you pretty things: coins, jewelry, bottle caps, buttons, polished rocks. He sings to you while you work, pecking your face with teasing kisses before pressing his lips against yours. At night, he shows you his nest at the loft and has you lie among his collection of pretty, shiny things. There’s an alluring look in your eyes as his hands tugs on the strings of your corset. His eyes seem to glow with desire as he drinks you in, watching your reactions as he tenderly kisses your neck, your collarbone, your breast, your torso. He sees his large hand pin your wrist down as he brings your hips to him, and how your hand clenches the fabric of a blanket beneath you as your lips part open.

There’s more that the crystal shows him, but Taehyung is already gone. Determined and flustered to see you again.

On the third day, all of you have gathered around the dining table with the deed to the shop sitting before you. It feels like an easy decision. 

Of course, all of you had to treat it like a business and figure out ways to make profit. Seokjin and Hoseok like the idea of keeping the tavern and providing warm meals and cold drinks to customers. Although none of you have experience in owning a shop, Namjoon is good at numbers and offers to take care of the back-end of the business, such as bookkeeping finances and sales. Taehyung is adamant about the mysterious room in the entrance, selling you to the idea that it can have many uses in both the professional and personal sense. And all of you, including Yoongi, like the idea of providing entertainment at the parlor room with music, dancing, and games.

“Is there a catch that we should know about?” Hoseok asks as he reads through the contents of the deed one more time. All of you look at Taehyung for confirmation.

“It’s not a catch, per say,” Taehyung begins, shifting uneasily as the room falls silent. “I just want to reiterate that the shop is driven by magic.”

“So, is the shop going to drain our magic or something?” Namjoon asks, hesitant.

“No, nothing like that,” he assures you all. “One mage alone can power the shop by casting spells, doing small rituals, and crafting potions. Three mages and two familiars living here will make the upkeep easy.”

“What about non-magical beings? What can I do?” Seokjin nervously questions, seeming to want to contribute as well.

A slow, boxy smile appears on Taehyung’s face as he locks eyes with you. “Do you know what the most powerful kind of magic is? It’s love.”

Seokjin snorts in disbelief. “Isn’t that a little too cheesy?”

“He’s right, though,” Hoseok defends, sighing as he thinks of Miss Eunjeong’s parting words to him. “It sounds simple, but loving yourself, loving others, sharing that unconditional and mutual feeling with someone can be difficult.”

“You have to face the ugliest parts about yourself and accept it. Find ways to choose love when things become tough. It’s a constant effort,” Namjoon adds, and it feels like all of them are looking right at you when he says, “You can love someone so much, and never know if they truly love you back.”

“It’s a little scary,” you admit quietly. Even now, you feel so vulnerable opening up like this. Are you even a person worthy of being loved like that? Although you know that you love the boys, are you deserving of theirs?

All of you fall quiet again, thinking about it. With all of them, you had to hide your feelings from them in one way or another. With Hoseok, it was because he was in love with someone else. With Namjoon, you were both rivals and had a reputation to keep. With Seokjin, it’s because an affair between a mage and warden is forbidden. Even you and Yoongi stay strictly in the lane of mage and familiar.

“But you’re willing to try, right?” Taehyung asks, looking between you all as if he already knows the answer. “As long as we all love each other, as long as we’re together, the shop will become more than just a business. It’ll be a home. We can settle down and continue to have happier days from now on.”

“We give the best of each other,” Namjoon says with a soft smile toward you, being the first to sign. “I’ll show you.”

Hoseok signs as well. So does Seokjin. Yoongi dabs his paw in the ink and presses it on the paper. Taehyung’s name is already on the paper. That just leaves yours.

You pick up the quill and draw in a breath. It feels like all your dreams are coming true. A new home, a new family, a new life.

Ink spills into your signature and seals the deal.

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TARGETS - 26 - Meeting of the Masterminds

Roman Reigns is an agent in the secret organization The Authority and one of the world’s deadliest assassins. When he crosses paths with a mysterious woman during an assignment, he makes a life-changing decision that switches his role from the hunter to the hunted.  (AU Espionage Story)

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Hunter Helmsley walked briskly along the quiet street, pulling his long gray coat tighter against his person to shield himself from the cold night air. His long legs carried him forwards with a purpose, and took a quick turn into a dark alley. His walking abruptly ceased as a chill swept through him, a chill which had nothing to do with the cold. He had spent three quarters of his natural life heightening his senses and reflexes, so it did not take long for him to realize that he was not alone.

Turning his head to the side, he called out into the darkness. "You're making a big mistake, trying to sneak up on me," he spoke in his usual calm baritone voice, bearing just a hint of menace. "I could snap your neck before you even reach me."

For several moments there was silence, then he heard the soft, almost ethereal chuckle that blended perfectly with the smoky breeze. A deep feminine voice followed.

"I'd love to see you try."

Hunter turned around fully, and watched as a tall, beautiful woman with exotic features emerged from the shadows, her hands tucked into a blood-red trench coat as she sauntered down the alley towards him. 

"Put the gun away," she instructed lazily, gesturing at the hand that was still flexing inside his coat pocket, poised to strike. Her high heels clicked along the tarred road as she approached with the grace and poise of a ballerina. "The great Hunter Helmsley," her dark eyes twinkled as she deliberately emphasized each syllable, making his name sound more like a magical incantation. "In the flesh."

Hunter tilted his head up in recognition. "Lily," he said, sounding unimpressed. "Surely you didn't follow me halfway across New York for a formal introduction."

"Actually, this is just a status check. Nothing serious. I just felt we should do it face to face, for once," said Lily. "I'm checking if you've met your end of the bargain. You know; help eliminate a certain target in exchange for the information I was to procure for you? That was the deal we struck all those months ago, remember?"

"I remember clearly, and it's being handled. My associate is dealing with your girl as we speak." The Authority leader shrugged and rolled his eyes. "He's got a flair for the melodramatic, with the whole torture-first-kill-later thing," he told her, as though merely discussing a friend's bad habit, "But he'll dispose of her as soon as he gets bored with her. And with Reigns surely coming to her rescue - I know he'll find her - and that will be like killing two birds with one stone." Hunter looked down at Lily with mild curiosity. "Shame, letting her go to waste like that. I'm told she's quite the asset, Jasmine is."

"Well, she's become nothing more than a liability," Lily replied, her tone clipped and cold. "It's not our M.O. to be vindictive, but Jasmine needed to be knocked off her pretty little perch. Unfortunately, I'm the one who put her there." She frowned at the thought of the former F.L.O.R.A. agent's many perceived transgressions. "I took her under my wing, taught her everything she knows, and she repaid me by undermining my authority, undermining F.L.O.R.A.'s authority. She should have eliminated Roman Reigns without so much as batting an eyelid, and she just walked away like she owed F.L.O.R.A. nothing. Owed me nothing."

"So basically, you're just a child throwing her toys out of the pram," Hunter concluded bluntly, "Some things never change, do they, Lily?"

Lily's dark eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The enigmatic smile never left his bearded features. "Whatever you think it means. Now, how about we review your end of the bargain?"

"Oh yes. You want information on Leona's whereabouts," the F.L.O.R.A. leader recalled, looking closely at him. "I'm still trying to decide whether you're a very brave man or a very stupid man to still be hunting her down, after all these years. Leona is a legend, the best of the best at what we do, and last I checked, she's one of yours."

"Was one of ours," Hunter corrected curtly. "For all her undeniable talent, it didn't stop her from betraying our company."

"Betraying the company? Or betraying you?"

Hunter frowned down at her, his expression only displaying mild interest, but his now hardened gaze gave away the truth. Lily cocked her head toward her counterpart, smirking. "I see the look in your eye," she observed, "I saw that 'lovesick puppy' expression from a mile away. You have the look of a man who is infatuated, my friend, and frankly, it's making my skin crawl. I would have thought someone of your pedigree would have realized that love is for children."

"And you would know all about children, wouldn't you?" Hunter replied. "I know a lot about you, Lily, things that you've been keeping under lock and key for years. Luckily, I have the resources to break open that lock, and would you like to know what I learned about you, Lily?"

Tossing her dark hair back and crossing her arms over her chest, Lily locked her jaw. "Humor me."

Hunter wasted little time doing so. He would forever be in Jimmy and Jey’s debt. "You worked for the Research and Analysis Wing once upon a time, when life was all cake and ice cream. You were a high-profile government official, one of the most prolific cleaners in all of India...and three times your body weight. Those Pilates classes must be magic, am I right?" 

At her surprised expression, his lips drew back from his teeth in a cruel grin. The power had shifted in his possession. "You were excellent at what you did, Lily. The Bombay Riots of ‘92, the bombings in ‘93...that was all you. But you never got the credit, you were never appreciated, all because you were a woman. And as time went by and you got more powerful, it all started to go to your head. You became an egomaniac, got greedy and reckless and bitter, and one slip up killed off all your hopes and dreams. Selling confidential information to neighboring countries is a no-no, but instead of executing you like they should have, you were eventually fired by the Prime Minister of India in person.

"One day, the Palestinian branch of the Taliban decide that they have a bone to pick with your Prime Minister, and they recruit you to do the dirty work. They dangle a carrot in your face, and you jump at the chance at revenge for being thrown out. So you run the car carrying the First Son and First Daughter off a bridge and take off. All because you didn't get your way." Hunter smiled at her widened eyes. "Like I said, darlin'. Some things never change."

For a moment, Lily didn't speak; merely regarded him with the same fascination one gives to an exotic animal at the zoo. Then she broke the silence, letting out a laugh that was both melodic and malicious. "So, you did your research too," her nod was slow and mocking. "That's good to know."

"Are you giving me the information I need or not?" Hunter interrupted, suddenly bored with all the mindless talk, "If I’m being honest, I'm not really in the mood for reminiscing."

Lily eyed him for several seconds, as if contemplating whether to resume the war of words. Then she reached into her trench coat, pulled out a brown envelope and handed it to him. "That's a log of her whereabouts over the past three years, along with corresponding photographs. She’s been in Vermont since the day you cast her out. I have to tell you though; she wasn't that easy to track, but that's no surprise; she is who she is for a reason. It would also interest you to know that Reigns has been in constant contact with her for the past twenty-four months, as recently as three weeks ago. But it appears he was also fooled into thinking she was retired." She watched Hunter peruse the documents. "I suggest you dispose of it once you're finished. It's classified Above Top Secret. And your contact had better get the job done with Jasmine."

"And this had better not be a trick, Lily." The information seemed genuine enough, but he would be insanely dumb to trust anyone from a rival company. "I hear thirty-eight countries on five different continents have you on their Most Wanted list. You may look a lot different now, but your DNA hasn't changed. One phone call to the current Prime Minister is all I need and just like that, you'll be deported back to India and have water shoved up your nose for the rest of your natural life."

Pursing her lips into a thin angry line, she curbed the urge to lunge at him and instead leveled him with a derisive glower. "It's not a trick. Everything you need to know is in there."

"Good. Because I'll also have no problem finding you and destroying what Roman Reigns left of your precious company." Hunter tucked the envelope into the recesses of his coat. He had everything he needed now. He could almost taste the vengeance, taste Leona’s blood on his tongue. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Lily." As he turned to leave, the F.L.O.R.A leader's voice stopped him.

"So when you do find her - Leona - what will you say to her? Will you say anything to her before you take her out?" she inquired. Though he did not turn around, she noticed his posture stiffen, his jaw lock.

"I don't see how that is any of your concern." He all but spat the words out.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Lily's lips. "So she rebuffs your advances for some other man, and you kill him off, then spend years looking for her to finish off the job, all because you didn't get your way." She shook her head pitifully and laughed. "You're right. Some things never change."

And with that, she turned and walked away, disappearing back into the shadows.

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“She ain’t called yet." 

Roman paced back and forth in the middle of Leona's living room. "She hasn't called, Leona." He shook his head, digging his fingers into his now unkempt hair with frustration. "Something's wrong. I can feel it!"

"We don't know that," Leona tried to placate him, but to no avail.

"What do we know, then?" he snapped, "She's been gone for over an hour and a half! She's always precise with these things and now she’s out there on her own. I know she can handle herself, but I should be out there with her. I should have insisted! Fuck!" He glanced over at his phone for the millionth time in ten minutes, but the device remained lifeless on the coffee table. It was all he could do not to kick the piece of furniture across the room. "Dammit!"

Leona put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, hey. Calm down. Take a deep breath," she said, waiting for him to do so. "Look, you're worried, and that's understandable. But she's told you to wait. She knows what she's doing and I'm sure she'll make contact." When Roman shook his head, unconvinced, Leona sighed. "Fine, let's give her another ten minutes. If we don't hear from her afterwards, then you can do whatever you want."

Before Roman could make another response, his cell phone went off. He immediately snatched it up, studying the I.D. that blinked back at him.

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Immediately, he felt the relief flood through his body. Quickly, he put the phone to his ear. "Jesus, Jasmine, took you long enough. Where are you-"

"Hello, Mr. Reigns."

At the sound of that voice, he felt the world around him screech to a halt. His heart literally stopped within his chest. No. No way. Not him. Anyone but him.

"Corbin?" He finally forced the name out of his mouth, his voice barely a whisper. Leona stood by with wide, shocked eyes. Baron Corbin, the coldest, sickest bastard she'd ever met during her time at the Authority, maybe only second to Hunter. If he had Jasmine, then that was not good. Not good at all. The older woman shuddered to think what was happening to Jasmine right now.

"You sound surprised to hear from me," Corbin said to Roman. "Expecting someone else?"

"Where the fuck is she?" Roman spat.

Corbin feigned innocence. "Whoever could you be talking about? Oh, you mean Jasmine, right? Your girl? She's here. She almost threw me off with the wig, but you never ignore a pair of legs like that, do you?"

As this conversation was going on, Leona motioned for Roman to put the phone on speaker. She rushed out of the room and returned with a briefcase, which she dumped on the coffee table and clicked open, setting up the contents in the box.

"I hope you're not trying to trace this call," Corbin went on, and Roman could hear the evil smile in his former colleague's voice. "I destroyed the tracker and disconnected all possible wavelengths. You can't find me unless I tell you where I am myself."

At those words, Leona made an annoyed sound and tossed her arms in the air in frustration. The briefcase was of no use to her, then.

Roman gripped the phone so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "If you hurt her, Corbin, I swear to God-"

"You, my fugitive friend, are in no position to make threats or demands."

"Where is she?" Roman repeated. He could feel his knees weaken, his body filled with dread at the thought of Jasmine in Corbin's grasp. Even as strong and skilful as she was, she was no match for this maniac.

"I told you, she's here," Corbin replied. "Don't believe me? Fine. Come here, beautiful. Your boyfriend wants to talk to you."

For a moment, all he heard from the other end of the line was dull static. Then, there was the sound metal scraping concrete, like there was a struggle going on. And then he heard her scream of pain. Corbin was torturing Jasmine. Tears sprang to Roman's eyes. He could hear her trying so hard not to succumb to the pain, not to scream again. "Let her go, Corbin!"

"You know I can't do that."

Fucking bastard! "Can't, or won't?"

"They're paying good money for both your heads, you know. I don't need it, I’m set for life. This is much more fun, playing with her. I sure am gonna have a hell of a time peeling the flesh off her bones while I wait for you to find me. Perhaps I'll start with a finger..."

This time a spitting sound was heard, followed by Corbin’s angry growl, and then a hard slap, forcing a cry of agony out of her. Roman felt something inside of him die.

"Feisty, isn't she?" Corbin remarked. "I love it when they fight. Killing them makes it that much sweeter. You know exactly what that feels like, don't you Reigns?"

Roman was trembling now. "Look. If you want me, you got me," he started. "Where are you? I'll come to you."

Corbin roared with laughter, the sound as pleasant as fingernails scraping a chalkboard. "Oh, Roman. Where's the fun if I told you where I was? I must say though...if you were here, you'd probably be feeling a little nostalgic. But something tells me you'd have forgotten by now, and even if you haven't, you'd be too late." He chuckled. "Well, at least you got to say goodbye to your little lady love. Say bye bye, gorgeous!"

Another anguished scream from Jasmine, and then, the line went dead.

The phone slipped from Roman's numb fingers, cracking against the floor. But he didn't notice; his heart had started beating again - only it was fast, much too fast; thudding so rapidly he was sure it would explode. His legs finally gave way, and he slumped against the armchair of the sofa, hot tears blurring his vision.

"He'll kill her..." his voice was a soft, anguished whisper, "he'll make her suffer first...then he'll kill her...That’s his M.O. He does that fucking shit all the time…Fuck..." The room was spinning, his lover's screams still ringing in his ears. He was sure he was about to throw up, or even worse, pass out.

Leona was by his side in an instant. "Hey, don't you dare, Roman! Get up! Don't you dare fall apart, not now! Jasmine needs you. Baron may be unstable, but he's a determined son of a bitch. He would have found a way to take her, no matter what you did. It's up to you to find her."

She was right. He was of no use to Jasmine in this state. Straightening himself, he murmured, "I've got to make a few calls. I have to leave right now, and I can't come back. I can't stay here any longer." He looked down at Leona. "And honestly, neither can you."

The older woman frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Finding a pen, he quickly scribbled down a few words on a piece of paper and pressed it into her hand. "I need you to go pack a bag for yourself. If you don't hear from me by evening time, you need to follow the instructions I just wrote down."

Leona quickly read the first couple of lines and looked back up, incredulous. "What? I can't just leave. This is my home!” she protested.

"I know you have unfinished business with Hunter," Roman interrupted softly. "That's the reason you've been here all this time. I know you're not really retired. I heard you talking to Jasmine," he clarified, as Leona's eyes widened. "You have to get out of here. I've compromised you, and I'm truly sorry that I have. But leave Hunter to me. I'll handle him, I promise." His eyes bored into hers. "I need you to do this, Leona. Trust me. It's the only way you'll ever be safe. Do you understand?"

With a defiant gaze fixed on the younger man, it was a while before the older woman replied. "Fine. But if you're going after Corbin, you sure as hell can't go unarmed. I'll round up a bag for you."

"Thank you," he said gratefully. He watched her leave before looking back down at his phone. He didn't want to make this call. He didn't want to have to get them involved. But right now, he had no choice.

"Rollins, it's me. Get Ambrose with you. Please. I need your help."

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Nearly two hours later, a black Range Rover with tinted windows pulled up beside him, in the spot under the bridge where he was waiting. He opened the door quickly and slipped inside the back seat without a word.

Dean's arm was across the steering wheel as he peered at Roman through his sunglasses. "You do know we're risking our asses for you, right?" he smirked.

A smile spread across Roman's handsome face at the sight of the two men sitting in the front. He'd never been happier to see them. "I know. Thank you for meeting me."

Seth went straight to the point. "You said you couldn't talk over the phone. What is it?"

Roman's face fell. His heart physically ached just thinking about it. "Jasmine," he whispered. "Corbin's taken her."

At those words the tension in the car ratcheted up several notches. Seth and Dean stared at each other, and then at Roman. A sigh escaped Seth as he ran his hands through his short hair. "Shit. So that’s where he’s been. We haven’t seen him in a week," he said, despairingly.

"I was hoping you'd know where he took her," Roman went on, trying to keep his emotions to himself. It was hard, knowing his girlfriend was out there somewhere with that psychopath.

"You know we're not exactly buddies with Corbin," Dean pointed out.

Roman shrugged. "I don't know anything anymore these days; after all, everyone else seemed to be in on trying to eliminate me and Jasmine before we even knew our true identities."

The two agents looked at Roman in confusion before comprehension dawned on them. "Wait...are you saying..."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. The Authority and F.L.O.R.A. knew about Jasmine and me from the get-go. They watched us get together, and they've been trying to take us out ever since our relationship started."

Seth shook his head, astonished by what he was hearing. "We swear to you, Roman...we knew nothing about that."

"I believe you," Roman assured them. "Leona is alive."

This time both men nearly fell out of the car. "She's been dead for years!" exclaimed Dean.

"She's alive, and Hunter has been lying to us all for years. He tried to have her murdered because he was in love with her." 

“WHAT???”

Roman then retold Leona's conversation with Jasmine. He then went on to explain Jasmine's plan to contact Lily and Corbin's phone call. "I need to find her fast, or he will kill her," he finished.

Roman's story about Hunter and Leona had Seth and Dean reeling, and the former Authority operative could see the hazy cloud of deceit finally lift from their eyes. The three men knew what they were about. They lied and killed in the service of liars and killers. But Hunter had taken charge of The Authority for his own personal gain, abused his power by using his subordinates to cover up his own indiscretions - everything the Code stood against. It was hypocritical, unforgivable. But they would go back to that later. There was another loose cannon that needed their attention.

"What Corbin said on the phone," Roman said, deep in thought, "Feeling nostalgic. What's that about? Corbin isn't exactly the sentimental type."

"Dunno," said Dean, "Nostalgia means there's memories involved, good ones. So the place he's keeping Jasmine means something significant to him. But what? And what's it got to do with Roman?"

They sat in silence, thinking, when all of a sudden, Roman gasped out loud. "That motherfucking son of a bitch!"

"What?"

He turned to Seth and Dean with wide eyes. "Remember where you found me? That night all those years ago?" he said, his voice growing with excitement. "I thought there was a robbery, and then KO appeared from nowhere and kicked the shit out of me. I remember KO bragged about it for weeks, and he made sure Corbin knew every detail because he wanted to impress him so bad. You know how that fatass punk worships the ground Corbin walks on."

As realization dawned on Dean, Seth had his iPad out, his fingers swiping and jabbing frantically on the screen. "Well I'll be damned, it still works!" he exclaimed.

Roman took that as a very good sign. "What? What works?" he pressed, looking over Seth’s shoulder.

"Back when we found you a decade plus ago, I left a satellite tracker in the area for surveillance purposes," said Seth. "I haven’t paid attention to it in years...I just checked to see if it still works. I thought the tech would be outdated, but it's still functioning after all this time. That’s great for us." He pointed at the screen as he spoke. "You see that little building there? That's where we carried out our mission that night.”

"Oh yeah, I remember," said Dean, tracing the map on the screen with his index finger. "There was a row of interconnected basements, about eight in number, if I recall. Ten feet below the surface and sound-proof. Our target back then was the leader of a sex trafficking ring and harbored prostitutes there. You think that's where Jasmine's being held?"

"I'm sure of it," answered Seth, pausing when Roman climbed out of the SUV. "Hey. Where are you going?"

"I'm going to her." And he had to hurry. Maybe if he got there quick enough, hopefully he would stop Corbin on time.

"By yourself? Roman, let us help you," Dean said, "We can't let you go in there blind."

"No guys, not this time. This is my fight." He shut his eyes briefly, as Jasmine's beautiful smile flashed before his eyes. "Besides, you've done more than enough for me already, both of you. I just hope I'll live long enough to repay you."

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The Other Nevrakis

Chapter 15 - Blackmail

Pairings- Drake x OC (Lilith Nevrakis), Liam x Riley

Book- TRR Book One 

Synopsis- Lilith Nevrakis is the younger sister of Duchess Olivia, and the black sheep of her family. Drake Walker is the best friend of the Crown Prince. Lilith and Drake are similar in that they both prefer random hookups to relationships. Once they meet, something in each of them changes and they both realize they want more out of life. But is what they want, each other?

A/N- This pretty much follows the events of TRR Book 1, but this is an AU where Olivia has a younger sister and Riley is Maxwell’s cousin. The story alternates between Lilith and Drake's POV, but not in first person.

Warnings- Language, Drinking, Sensuality, NSFW (there will be lemons!)

Word count- 3,900

Chapter Warning- a little mention of lemons

18+ only

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Chapter 15 - Blackmail

Riley gasped as she scrolled down through the article. Drake wasn't sure what to do with himself. He glanced up at Liam who was pale as he and the guard were speaking to Regina and Constantine. Drake clicked on the link.

“Applewood manor has always been a place for families to enjoy, but the night of the Royal hunt, some very unsavory events took place. One of the Prince's suitors, Lady Riley Beaumont was caught engaging in a sordid rendezvous with Lord Tariq Barret and Lady Lilith Nevrakis. A source close to the nobles stated that it was a long time coming.

Our anonymous source shared with us: 

‘Riley Beaumont has been playing Prince Liam since the beginning. It’s a shame that the Prince was fooled by her wiles and wasted so much time with someone who would disgrace him so blatantly. Lilith Nevrakis, on the other hand, is vraiment the worst type of audacious tramp who has a different lover for each day of the week. She and Riley most likely seduced poor Tariq. One can only imagine the shame this brings to the Royal Family as well as the entire nation.’

The photos and audio were submitted by an anonymous tipper. Open at your own discretion, as these are inappropriate for children.”

Drake’s head was spinning. Surely this wasn't true. He looked around at the crowd and the Beaumont's had retreated to the back of the room. Riley was slumped in a chair, crying and Maxwell was rubbing her back. He and Bertrand looked pissed. Drake swallowed down the lump in his throat and clicked on the pictures. He saw Lilith and Riley in a bedroom with a stark naked Tariq who had his arms thrown over both of their shoulders. Drake grimaced as his heart sped up. This can't be real. Lilith wouldn't do this. Riley wouldn't do this. But.. it sure looked real. Drake clicked the audio clip and held his phone to his ear. He froze as he heard Tariq and Lilith speaking.

Tariq said, “I got the note Riley sent saying I should meet her here for a good time.”

Lilith's voice cut in, “You seriously think you can handle both of us?”

Traiq spoke smugly, “I always knew you would come back for seconds Lilith.”

Drake's heart was pounding as he hesitantly clicked the next link labeled ‘NSFW’.

Riley's voice sounded giddy and breathless, “I should have known I couldn't handle as much as you Lilith. You're a pro.”

Lilith chuckled, “Years of practice.”

“Don't be shy ladies..” Tariq said. “There's plenty of me to go around.”

Drake's stomach churned in disgust. These were definitely their voices. Lilith told Drake she hadn't been with anyone since him.. Why would she lie? He felt horrible for Liam. Riley definitely wasn't who she said she was. This was all too much to handle and Drake looked up to see Liam slumped down in a chair looking at his phone. Everyone in the ballroom was speaking loudly and Drake looked around for Lilith or Olivia to try and find out what the hell was going on.

Constantine stood and cleared his throat loudly, addressing the crowd.  “Excuse me everyone.. I imagine that after the unsavory news we've just received, my son will be rescinding his choice.” He gestured to the King's Guards who were posted at the exits. “Please escort the Beaumont's off of the property.”

Riley stood up yelling as the guards made their way to her, Max, and Bertrand. “This isn't what it looks like! Liam! Let me explain!”

Liam was already moving across the stage toward her when Constantine held him back. He turned around to his father and glared. “What are you doing? You can't have her taken away!”

“Son.. I know this is hard to hear but she played you for a fool!” The guards looked uneasily between Liam and Constantine, who nodded. “Take them away.”

“The hell you will! Let her go.” Liam spoke in what Drake always called his ‘Prince voice’. It was authoritative and final, and no one ever hesitated to heed his command. Only now, it was a ‘King voice’ and everyone in the room froze as Liam made his way over to Riley. He grabbed her hand and pulled her softly to him as she sobbed.

“It’s not true Liam.” Riley sniffled. “Please can we go somewhere and talk?”

Liam touched her cheek softly. “Of course, love.” Liam nodded to Drake. “Drake, come with us.”

Drake followed behind with his head down, as Liam led Riley down the hall out of the ballroom and into a private sitting room. His head was still spinning from the news and he felt like he was going to throw up.  Constantine tried to enter, but Liam stopped him with a hand to his chest. Liam nodded to his bodyguard, Jonah. “No one is to enter.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Jonah nodded.

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Right after dinner, just before the Coronation began:

Lilith headed to the restroom to touch up her makeup. Drake had smeared it a bit during their tryst in the study. She smiled as she remembered him bending her over the desk, holding a firm hand over her mouth to suppress her screams of pleasure. His face nuzzled in the back of her neck, speaking encouraging words to get her off even quicker. The sound of his body slamming against hers repeatedly and the creaking of the desk as he thrust into her forcefully. The breathy moans that passed from his lips to her ear as he lavished her neck in wet kisses. Even though he left her thoroughly satisfied, she was nowhere near done with him. Just wait until tonight, she smirked as she popped off the cap and reapplied her dark red lipstick. 

Just then, Olivia burst into the bathroom causing Lilith to jump and drop her lipstick in the sink. She put a hand over her racing heart, “Oh my god! What are you doing?!”

“Shut up!” Olivia was shaking and looked absolutely terrified. “We have to go.”

“Excuse me?” Lilith stepped back eyeing her warily.

“Look, I don't have time to explain but we need to get out of here now.”

Lilith's heart was racing as she pictured some sort of tragedy taking place in the ballroom. Drake's face flashed before her and her heart dropped into her stomach. “What happened?! Is everyone ok?”

Olivia grabbed her arm and pulled, “Just come on!”

“Fuck Liv, just tell me!” Lilith shouted as she pulled back.

Oivia looked up in frustration and tossed her a letter. “Everyone who isn't a Nevrakis is fine! Just.. read this.”

Lilith squinted at it and Olivia snatched it back. “Oh god, I forgot you're blind.”

“Hang on, I've got my glasses in my clutch.” Lilith put on her reading glasses and read the note.

Kings Guard- Official Report:

Lionel and Camellia Nevrakis - Traitors to the Crown

Lionel and Camellia were discovered leading a coup against His Majesty King Constantine. It was later revealed by one of their followers that this was a plan to overthrow The Rys Family and claim the crown for The Nevrakis, who would be next in line if there was no heir. During the raid led by Lionel and Camellia, the two were disarmed and taken in for questioning by the Kings Guard. After three days with no information, Lionel and Camellia were discovered dead in their cell. The cause of death is unknown, as there was no trace of poison in their system, and no wounds on their bodies. King Constantine has requested this information remain classified indefinitely.

Lilith's hands were shaking as she finished reading. She looked up at Olivia wide eyed. 

“There's more.” Olivia held out a note which Lilith read aloud. 

“Leave the Palace immediately, or this is published on the front page of tomorrow's news. You will speak of this to no one, lest you receive the same fate as your parents.”

“I don't understand.” Lilith began pacing. “Is this real? Do you think someone’s messing with you?”

“There are pictures, Lil.”

Olivia showed her several slightly grainy security photos. Lilith's blood ran cold as she flipped through them:

There was a photo of their parents leading a group of armed assassins through the palace. 

Another photo of them fighting the King's Guards. 

Another of them being handcuffed. 

Several photos of them sitting in a cell.

A photo of their dead bodies on a gurney.

“Oh my god..” Lilith looked at Olivia whose lips were tight with rage. 

“We have to go.” Olivia grabbed the documents and shoved them into her purse. “If this gets out..“ She shook her head. “We have to go.”

Lilith hesitated. This was so overwhelming and it made her sick. “I can't.. What about..”

“Drake will be fine!” Olivia snapped. “Just come on! We're going upstairs to pack up our shit and leave!”

“I need to at least send him a text and tell him what's going on!”

“The fuck you do! Did you see the note?! ‘Speak of this to no one, lest you receive the same fate!’”

Olivia took off and Lilith raced after her, trying not to cry. Seeing Olivia this scared had her absolutely terrified. As long as Lilith could remember, Olivia never let anyone push her around. Now here they were being blackmailed and their parents were traitors. Traitors! Lilith threw her belongings in her suitcases and discreetly left a note on her pillow for Drake. 

“Drake, I can't explain right now, but I have to go. I’m so sorry.”

-Lilith

Once they made it to their limo and started driving away, Lilith's sobs began.

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Present:

Drake, Liam, and Riley sat in the velvet chairs toward the back of the sitting room. Riley was breathing heavily and looked devastated. Liam put a gentle hand on her back and she looked up at him with red rimmed eyes.

“It’s not true Liam.. I swear.”

Liam spoke softly, “What happened?”

She sniffled, “That night at Applewood, Lilith and I had been drinking. We came back to my room and found Tariq naked in my bed.. He tried to come onto us.” She wiped her tear stained cheeks and Liam's eyes narrowed as he stared at the ground.

“What.. happened?” Liam spoke carefully, though his voice was full of restrained rage. “Did he? Did he do anything to either of you?”

“No!” Riley spoke looking between Drake and Liam. “He had gotten a letter from someone pretending to be me. It basically said I wanted to sleep with him. Lilith kicked his ass out the door and that was it! All that audio was.. wrong! I mean we said it but it was put together wrong!”

Liam sighed in relief and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Riley.” He stroked her hair as she sobbed into his chest. “Why didn't you tell me about it back then, love?”

She sniffed, “Lilith assumed it was Olivia who wrote the note, since she had, you know, broken her nose earlier that day.. Anyway, she was afraid of people finding out and thinking the worst of their family like always. I told her I wouldn't tell. It wasn't Lilith’s fault at all.”

Drake felt even more nauseated than before. God, I’m such a piece of shit. He had assumed the worst of Lilith again. He presumed something he saw on a trashy news report was true. Drake shook his head, sickened by himself. He should have known better. And he was going to kick Tariq’s fucking ass next time he saw him. “Have either of you seen Lilith since dinner?”

“No.” Liam and Riley looked at each other sadly.

“Shit.” Drake stood up heading for the door. “She's probably seen all of this and is hiding out in her room. I have to go talk to her.”

“Wait.” Riley stopped him. “Lilith knows who wrote the note.. “

“Who?” Drake and Liam both asked at the same time.

“Kiara.” 

That fucking bitch. Drake's jaw dropped as he remembered something. “Hold on.. Did you notice in the quote from the news story?”

Liam re-read it and gasped, “The anonymous source said ‘vraiment’.”

“Who do we know who throws random French into everything they say?” Drake scowled. 

Liam stood up, “Why would Kiara do all this? She’s never had anything against me or Riley that I know of.. I mean we know she's hard up for Drake but this seems a little extreme.” Liam knocked on the door and the guard poked his head in. “Bring Lady Kiara in here, please.”

Liam took Riley’s hand. “But before she gets here, let's go back to the ballroom and ensure the Kingdom knows who their future Queen will be… That is if you still want to marry me after all this mess.”

Riley’s lip trembled. “I love you Liam. There is nothing I want more than to be beside you forever.”

Liam smiled and hugged her tightly. “I love you too, darling.”

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Lilith and Olivia boarded a private plane for Lythikos. The two of them sat in complete silence, letting the information they just learned soak in. Lilith ran a hand down her face and sighed. She really needed to talk to someone.

Olivia gave her a look as if she could read her mind. “Once we get back home, we'll talk.”

The sisters entered their estate around midnight and Olivia sent all the staff home for the night. She lead Lilith into her study, checking for any bugs or wires around the room. Lilith used to laugh at her for being so paranoid, but now maybe it was warranted. 

Olivia sat down at the desk pinching the bridge of her nose. “Wow.”

“Right?”

“Our parents were fucking traitors..” Olivia shook her head, face tight with anger.. “Fucking traitors!” She yelled, hurling a crystal paperweight against the wall, glass raining down as it shattered. 

Lilith closed her eyes, trying not to cry again. All this information was just more proof to the world that the Nevakis were horrible tyrants. “How.. why? Why would they do this?!”

“You saw the letter. It said the Nevrakis would inherit the throne if the Rys family had no heirs.. God, I had no idea.” Olivia gasped. “They were going to kill Liam too!” She leapt from her desk angrily, before throwing her chair back against the wall. “Fuck them! All this fucking time I looked up to them.. All this time..” She slumped down onto the floor, resting her head in her hands.

Lilith wasn't sure what to do. She never had to comfort Olivia before and she was a bit wary of getting too close while she was throwing things. “Who do you think sent that?”

Olivia's head snapped up. “Think about it. Who would have access to such protected information? Who would care enough to want me gone so that I don't become Queen?”

Lilith gasped as her hands flew to her mouth. “You don't really think..”

Olivia nodded. “I don't know why I didn't see it sooner. He's always given me the creeps. Always looking at me like I was some sort of undesirable.”

“What do we do?”

Olivia looked down and shook her head. “I.. don't know.”

Lilith pulled out her phone and Olivia glared. “Don’t.”

“Don't worry.. I’m not texting anyone.” Lilith rolled her eyes. She scrolled through her messages to see if there were any from Drake, but paused when she noticed a text from earlier that night. It was from an unknown number with a link that read:

“Prince’s unfaithful suitor has steamy threesome with Lord and Lady at Applewood Manor. Pictures, audio, and story below.” 

“What the hell?!”

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Liam announced unashamedly to the public that Riley was going to be his wife and the future Queen of Cordonia. He assured everyone that this was merely someone playing a prank, and that they shouldn't believe the vicious rumors.

Moments after, Kiara slowly entered the study with her head down. “Please have a seat.” Liam spoke flatly as he nodded to an empty chair beside the three of them.

She continued to keep her head down in silence.

Liam gave Drake a resolved look and spoke, “Lady Kiara. I think you know why you're here.”

She nodded.

“Why did you do it?”

She looked up at Liam for a moment. “I.. didn't write the letter.”

“Bullshit!” Riley jumped out of her chair and Liam put a calming hand on her arm.

Kiara continued. “I didn't write it.. But I delivered it.” She shrugged. “It seemed pretty amusant at the time.”

Amusant... “Funny?” Drake spoke up trying to stay calm. “You thought it was funny to give Riley a note saying she wanted Tariq to show up naked in her room? What if something had happened to her?”

Kiara shrugged. “Tariq’s such a beta he wouldn't have done anything.”

Liam shook his head, clearly trying to control his anger. “If you didn't write it, then who did? Who gave it to you?”

Kiara looked around the room nervously. “I.. don't know. They had a hood on and kept their head down. It wasn't someone I recognized.”

Liam steepled his fingers. “Lady Kiara.. I urge you to tell the truth. Lady Riley will be your Queen soon.. you are an accessory to a conspiracy against the crown. This is a serious offense.”

Riley looked at her sternly. “Did you know this would happen? Did you know someone was waiting outside my window to take pictures? Did you know they bugged my room?!”

“Non!” Kiara shook her head quickly. “I only knew about the letter at first. I didn't know anything else until yesterday when a reporter told me Riley had a ménage à trois with Lilith and Tariq.. And they asked me for a statement.. Which I gave them. The photos and audio had nothing to do with me.”

“Did you know Lilith would be there that night?” Drake glared at her with his arms folded.

She nodded. “I assumed she would be staying in Riley's room since she and Olivia weren't on good terms.. and it’s not like she has any other friends.” Kiara smirked, “Lilith being a part of it was just icing on the cake.”

“You don't feel bad about this at all do you?” Drake stared at her in disbelief.

Kiara shrugged again. “I feel bad that King Liam’s Coronation was ruined. That's not going to look good for our country.”

Liam spoke calmly. “I’m giving you one more chance, Kiara, to honestly tell me who gave you the note. Otherwise I will turn you over to the proper authorities for conspiracy.”

Kiara gasped. “Fine.. She glanced back at the door, lowering her voice. “It was the head of the Kings Guard.. Bastien.”

Liam sent everyone away while he spoke to Bastien privately. Drake took the opportunity to go to Lilith’s room to check on her, but froze as he saw all of her belongings were gone. He walked over to her bed, noticing a small note on her pillow. He choked up as he read it. She left. God dammit she left. 

Drake raced to Olivia's room, which was also empty. He pulled out his phone and called Lilith to no avail. He tried three more times before sending a text.

Drake waited another ten minutes for her reply. He was beside himself, worried that something had happened to her. He raced downstairs to speak to the guards. Surely one of them had seen her.

“Have you seen Lilith.. I mean, Lady Nevrakis tonight?”

The guard nodded. “Yes Mr. Walker. She left with Duchess Olivia about two hours ago.”

“Do you know where she was going?”

“The airport, sir.”

Fuck. Drake stalked back down the hallway where he saw Bastien being led away in handcuffs. Drake had to look away. After all, Bastien had been good friends with Drake's father, and it hurt to see that he was a traitor.

Liam was following behind Bastien and pulled Drake aside. “He's not talking. They're going to take him away for official questioning.”

Drake ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Lilith's gone. The guards said she went to the airport.”

Liam shook his head. “What a fucking night.”

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Lilith felt herself boiling with rage as she and Olivia read the article. She was going to murder Kiara. 

Olivia shook her head. “I bet Constantine was behind this too. Kiara’s not smart enough to come up with a plan that involved.”

Lilith sighed sadly, “Oh my god.. What is Drake going to think? Do you think he believes this?” She gasped. “And Riley.. And Liam! Oh my god, what if people believe the article and her life is ruined?! She won't be able to be Queen!”

Olivia arched an eyebrow. “That's what you're worried about? You just found out your parents were traitors to the Crown and your reputation has been sullied by.. Tariq.” She shuddered. “You’ve changed, Lilith.”

Lilith sighed. “I know.. I actually have people who care about me. And I care about them.”

Olivia chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, clearly in thought. “Get some rest. We’ll worry about this more in the morning.. And don't contact anyone until I figure out what to do. I don't know what Constantine is capable of.” She rolled her eyes. “He may even harm your little boy toy if you tell him.. You know Drake lacks equanimity and tact. He’d probably bust down Constantine’s door if he found out.”

Lilith knit her brow and nodded. Olivia was actually right. Drake would lose it if he found out. Hopefully Constantine wouldn't harm Drake, Liam’s lifelong best friend, but she didn't know. Nothing made sense anymore. “Ok.”

Lilith lay in her bed staring at the text messages from Drake. Her heart hurt. It was all she could do not to text him and let him know what was going on. She saw a news report where Liam had announced he and Riley were engaged, and to ignore the slanderous article. She smiled through her tears. At least that's one problem settled. 

Lilith closed her eyes and exhaustion took over. She awoke a few hours later to the sound of her phone vibrating. It was Riley. She started to answer it, when the events of last night washed over her, reminding her of the terrible predicament everyone was in. Damn it. The sun was just beginning to rise and Lilith headed for the shower.

An hour later, Lilith trudged downstairs in an oversized sweatshirt and pajama pants, searching the pantry for something to eat. She grabbed a pack of oreos and headed to the sitting room to gorge herself on junk and pass out on the couch. She needed to drown her sorrows somehow. Just as she snuggled under the blanket she heard the doorbell ring. The staff still hadn't returned, and as far as she knew, Olivia was still asleep. “Ugh, hang on, I’m coming.” She drearily made her way to the front door chewing a mouthful of oreos. Lilith froze as she opened the door and saw a ghost from her past standing before her.

“Gabe?!”

#trr fanfic #the royal romance #choices fanfic #the other nevrakis #drake walker #lilith nevrakis #drake x oc #liam rys #liam x riley #olivia nevrakis

[yukidragon]

Is there a fic yet for the SDJ vampire au

I’ve been working on a little somethin’ somethin’ off and on when inspiration strikes me. Unlike, Sunshine in Hell, it’s definitely not going to become a series. It’s just going to be a very smutty one shot about Jack convincing Alice to feed from him, which leads to sexy times between them.

The clip I’ll share is nowhere near finished and still in the initial rough draft phase, but I’ll give you and anyone else interested in this AU a little taste of what I have so far. ;)

Not for minors and people sensitive to vampires feeding on blood. This gets pretty spicy.

Oh, can’t forget to tag @channydraws.

...

“Good morning, sunshine~”

Alice woke up silently cursing the dawn and its obnoxious sunlight that leaked in past the blackout curtains, as well as the damn birds shrieking their heads off outside. Mornings were the worst, but this one was especially irritating. Not even Sunny Day Jack could brighten it with his usual cheerful attitude, but he was certainly determined to try.

“It’s time to get up now,” Jack said sweetly as he sat on the bed beside Alice. “Sun’s high in the sky, and we wouldn’t want to miss out on such a beautiful day, would we?”

That was exactly what Alice wanted more than anything else at that moment. She made sure to let her cheerful roommate know that as well by rolling over to face the wall before pulling the covers up over her head. Today was not the day to get some sun.

“Hey now,” Jack admonished, amused by his sunshine’s stubborn resistance. “Sleep is good for you, but too much of anything, even sleep, can be bad too. Come on, let’s get going!”

When Jack gently nudged Alice, he expected her displeased grunt in return. What he didn’t expect was the tone of it. There was the usual note of annoyance from sleep deprivation that he had come to expect when waking her in the mornings, but there was an undercurrent of discomfort to her voice as she burrowed deeper into her blanket cocoon.

“Not today, Jack…,” Alice grumbled. “Wake me when the sun’s gone.”

Jack paused, his eyebrows pinching in concern as he paid more attention to his sunshine. The more he focused on her, the more aware he was that there was something wrong with her. He couldn’t be sure if it was pain, but there was something… off. “Are you okay?”

Alice heard the worry in Jack’s voice and sighed. “Yeah, I’m just…” She hesitated for a moment before her voice went low. “…Hungry.”

“Oh, well, then all the more reason to get up and have a nice breakfast,” Jack said, regaining some of his earlier cheer. “Like maybe… pancakes?”

The offering of freshly cooked pancakes was a new one, and quite the tempting offer. On practically any other morning, Alice would have gotten up just on the promise of a piping hot homemade breakfast that she didn’t have to cook. It was just a shame that it wasn’t a different morning.

“It’s…,” Alice said hesitantly. She paused to wet her lips as the sweet scent she had grown accustomed to since Jack came to live with her made her teeth itch and her insides ache with a dark longing. “It’s not… that kind of hunger.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked slowly before he caught the implication. “Oh!” There was a pause as it then sunk in just what exactly it was that his sunshine needed. “Oh…”

Alice felt disgusted by herself at the reminder of her nature. She tucked deeper into her cocoon and away from Jack, focusing on the lingering smell of detergent in her blanket than the sweet scent that tempted her. “Yeah…”

It was a sensitive topic for Alice, Jack knew that. She had been so reluctant to let him know about her hidden nature.

Jack didn’t blame her. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was to be half-vampire.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jack said gently. “We can take care of that hunger too.”

Alice felt a twinge of irritation at such an optimistic response to a very serious topic. She rolled over to peer out from the sheets at Jack through narrowed eyes. However, it was hard for her to hold onto her annoyance when he was looking at her with such genuine sympathy and compassion, his smile gentle and concerned. She let out a huff, the sound muffled by the sheets. “Vampires don’t just hunt at night because the sun burns, Jack.”

“I guess so…,” Jack admitted. He took a moment to choose his words with care so as not to further upset his sunshine. “But you don’t have to wait.” He shifted a little closer. “I can take care of you.”

The implication wasn’t lost on Alice. The offer made her so much more aware of Jack’s alluring scent, so sweet and so maddeningly tempting, sending a tremor through her body. “Jack… that… do you even know what you’re saying?”

“Of course,” Jack said. The tone was light, almost casual. It was as if he was simply offering her a cup of water instead of something far more vital. “I’ve told you before, haven’t I? I’m okay with giving you my blood.”

Another shiver ran through Alice. She almost backed up as Jack inched closer, tempting her with his sweetness. Too many times she wondered what it might be like to get a taste of him, but it was how alluring his scent was that made her resistant to the idea. He smelled too good, so delicious that it was hard to be around him sometimes, yet it also drew her to him all that more. Her dark instincts tempted her to accept one of his many offers, just a little taste of that maddening scent that was sweet torture to her, but she was afraid of just how much she wanted him. She feared she would take too much from someone who made her feel such intense desire and hurt him, maybe even…

“Jack…,” Alice practically moaned, wincing at how pathetic she sounded in that moment.

“I don’t mind you know,” Jack said, gently cutting off any attempts at protest. “If it’ll make you feel better, I don’t mind giving you all the blood you need.”

A groan escaped Alice despite herself. Jack, sweet, cheerful, overly helpful, naive Jack didn’t understand the dangerous game he was playing. He trusted her far too much for his own good. “Jack… don’t… don’t tempt me.”

“Why not?” Jack asked, his voice low as he leaned in just a bit closer.

The way he said it sent a shiver up Alice’s spine, which was only intensified by the way his dark eyes peered deeply into hers. If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn that past the comforting look he gave her was an undercurrent of hunger underneath that almost matched her own.

“W-we don’t even know if I can,” Alice sputtered out. She still couldn’t discount the possibility that Jack was nothing more than a figment of her imagination.

Jack offered Alice a lopsided smile. “We won’t know for sure until you try. If it turns out that it won’t work out, then, well… we’ll figure out another way.” He gave Alice a gentle squeeze. “We’ll deal with this together.”

Alice squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath. As troubled as she was about what it said about the state of her mind if Jack wasn’t real, she couldn’t help but fear what she would do to him when he smelled so delicious.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” Jack said, his voice soothing and inviting. “You never hurt anyone when you drink their blood. You’re so kind and gentle… You always make sure it feels good for them… even when you know that they won’t appreciate it or understand you.”

Jack had to fight the jealousy that stirred in his gut as memories of the few times he witnessed Alice feed flitted through his mind. It tore him up inside to watch her talk sweetly to other men, offering them a ‘fun time’ alone with her and luring them to someplace secluded. Their obvious lust for her made him sick. It was clear that they saw her as nothing more than a conquest, a piece of meat that they wanted to devour. Despite knowing this, she never treated them like that, even while she fed off their blood. Their expressions were always one of rapture as they were lost in the haze of some otherworldly pleasure.

They didn’t deserve that pleasure, but Alice couldn’t bring herself to make the experience painful. She didn’t have to, as she admitted to Jack after he witnessed it for the first time. A vampire’s bite could be agonizing if they didn’t care about the comfort of the human they fed from, but she was far too kind to do that to anyone. She always felt so guilty about needing to take peoples’ blood, how she had to deceive them then make them forget the experience ever happened with her powers in order to protect her identity.

“You’re so special, Alice,” Jack cooed as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Alice shivered at his touch, but softened as he rubbed small circles into her skin through the blanket. “No one else will understand… but that’s okay. They don’t need to. You don’t need them. I can take care of you. I can give you everything that you need.” He gently squeezed her shoulder. “Please… will you let me take care of you?”

Alice felt her resolve start to waver in the wake of such kindness. She could practically feel how much Jack cared about her. She knew that he was being sincere with his offer and that he wasn’t afraid of her. It was her own fears that held her back this time, not just the fear that she might drink too much, but because she still wasn’t sure if he was actually real and not just some hallucination conjured up by her loneliness and guilt. He felt real to her, so warm and comforting, but anyone else would pass right through him. No one else could see or hear him, and he didn’t show up in photographs or mirrors.

As unsettling as the implications were, Alice did find a perverse irony in the fact that she, a vampire - well, half-vampire - had a reflection when Jack didn’t despite what some lore might say about her kind.

“Hey,” Jack said, pulling her out of her thoughts and back to him. “It’s okay. I’m… probably not fully human either.”

The admission came in a soft, small voice, and Alice caught the hint of pain in it that Jack couldn’t quite hide. Despite her worries, she instinctively felt the need to comfort him, and dared to give the hand gently rubbing her a reassuring squeeze.

Jack melted a little at such a show of tenderness from Alice even while she was struggling so much. “Alice… You’re so special… so amazing… You make me feel something special… You make me feel… love.”

Alice gasped quietly, her eyes widening in surprise. “L-love!?” she sputtered. “Dude you… you don’t… I… do… do you even know what that word means?”

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at such an over the top reaction. “Love? Of course I know what love is, silly.” He straightened up, slipping into his familiar teacher role. “Love is when… Someone and you just. Fit. It’s like having a best friend who you want to be friends with forever. It’s special and it makes you feel good in your heart.”

It was a very child friendly way of putting it, fitting for a kids TV show host. “Okay,” Alice said. “So you do know.”

“Mmm hmm,” Jack said with an easy smile, as if he didn’t just drop a bombshell.

“I… make you feel… love?” Alice said timidly.

“That’s right,” Jack said. “You’re very special, Alice. It doesn’t matter if no one else can understand that. You don’t need them. I’ll be here for you as long as you want me to be here. I never have to leave if you don’t want me to. And if you didn’t want me to, I don’t think I’d ever go.” He gazed deeply into her pale blue eyes that faintly glowed in the dim light with her desperate need. “I know you’re scared of what might happen if you take too much from me, but I don’t think that’s possible.” He chuckled a bit, his expression turning playful. “Besides, I promised to be your best friend forever, remember? You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Alice lifted her head, and the blanket slid down from her shoulder where Jack continued to rub, allowing her to better feel his warmth. “Jack…,” was all she could manage to say. Her voice resonated with her need and fear, her breath coming in more ragged pants as the dark need thrummed through her body, making her tremble faintly. She ran her tongue along her itching fangs, pressing against them in a futile attempt to stop them from lengthening further. Her body ached to feed, was ready for it, practically screaming for it. Her grip tightened on the hand rubbing her so gently, desperate for the support he offered her.

“It’s okay,” Jack cooed. “It’ll be okay, I promise. You don’t have to suffer with this all alone. I don’t want you to be alone. Just trust me. I’ll be here for you as long as you want me to be. Please… let me be there for you now.”

Alice felt the last of her resistance crumble under the gentle weight of his love. She finally emerged from her protective blanket cocoon,  daring to face Jack fully. She sat stiffly with a new form of resolve. If she was going to do this, then she had to be prepared. “If… if at any time you want to stop, tell me. If you feel dizzy, tell me. Push me away if I don’t stop. Hit me if you have to.”

The idea of striking his sunshine horrified Jack, but he managed to keep it from showing on his face. Instead, he maintained his reassuring expression and tone as he kneaded gently at her tense muscles. “I’m not worried, and you shouldn’t be either. You always stop yourself from taking too much from anyone.”

“They’re not you,” Alice muttered in a ragged tone before wetting her lips.

A little thrill ran through Jack at that admission. He knew that he was special to his sunshine. “I trust you, Alice… so trust me when I say that it’ll all be okay. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Alice took a deep, steadying breath. “Take everything off…” Her cheeks went red as her husky command came out more suggestive than she intended. “A-above the waist! I meant take off your shirt and jacket! I-I don’t want to get blood on your clothes.”

Jack chuckled a little and did as commanded. “As you wish, Alice.”

Alice felt her pulse quicken as she watched Jack strip, revealing just how muscular he really was. The sight of him half-naked stirred a different sort of hunger inside her, one that she tried not to think about even as she inched towards him. She swallowed hard as he invited her closer with his arms outstretched, and she quickly found herself seated in his lap.

Words failed Alice as she looked up at Jack and saw the tenderness in his dark eyes and gentle smile as he wrapped her in his gentle embrace. He held her so close, protected and safe. She almost found such comfort to be a perverse irony considering what she was about to do.

“Sunshine…,” Jack said softly. “It’s okay. I want this. I want… you. Let me fill you with my love.”

The affectionate words sent a shiver through Alice, and she had to look away from his loving gaze that touched her all the way down to her core. The word love sent all sorts of conflicting feelings through her. Jack sounded so sure that she somehow found herself believing him in spite of herself.

With another deep breath of his intoxicating scent to steady herself, Alice leaned in as Jack tilted his head in silent invitation. Timidly, she brushed her lips against his neck, seeking out just the right spot. She felt his heartbeat through his warm skin, thrumming with life despite all her doubts. She pressed a kiss in silent apology on his pulsepoint before finally giving in to her dark desires.

Jack expected the initial pricking of her fangs to be something like getting a shot at the doctor before the pleasure chased it away, but there was none of that. In one breath Alice was kissing his skin and the next a feeling of pure ecstasy washed over him, drawing out a low moan from his throat. “Yes, Alice… that’s it… You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

A moan escaped Alice as well, muffled against his skin, as the taste of his blood washed over her tongue and cooled some of the fire that scorched her. Jack was so sweet, almost maddeningly so, and yet she wanted more. It had notes to it that reminded her of cotton candy or maybe birthday cake, but so much richer and deeper than any other blood she ever sampled.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt at all,” Jack said, his voice breathy from pleasure. “You’re making me feel so… amazing.”

Alice shivered at the rich husky note in his voice and the way his hands slid along her spine. One gloved hand settled on her back, rubbing in slow circles while the other sunk into her hair, holding her close to him. Through the haze of pleasure, she noticed something hard and hot pressed between her legs.

“You’re amazing…,” Jack said. “So wonderful… so special…” Another moan escaped him, dissolving into a whimper that he barely stifled as Alice shifted her body closer to him, grinding her hips into his arousal in the process. The heat between her legs only made his excitement grow, making his pants feel almost unbearably tight. “O-oh gosh. Alice… you make me feel so happy… I love you so much… You can keep going. Please…”

Love. This was what felt like, what it tasted like. Every drop of blood she swallowed filled her with his warmth that resonated through every inch of her. There was relief as well. Jack was real. This man holding her so protectively, so accepting of her, was real. There was no way he wasn’t, not with such rich blood like this.

Alice felt her affection for Jack swell as she clutched him tighter. She never wanted to let go, never wanted to lose him. She cared about him so much. He made her feel so wonderful. These feelings… could they also be…?

“Yes, Alice,” Jack breathed. “This is love… This is how it feels… This is what I’ve been feeling… for you.”

The affirmation was relieving and exciting in equal measure and Alice let Jack fill her with his love, leaving no room for doubt or fears. There were only these warm and wonderful feelings and the different sort of hunger that urged her to grind into his hardness again, drawing out another deep moan from the man she held so close.

“Yes, that’s it…,” Jack said. Eagerly, aligned himself so that his excitement would rub directly between her legs where Alice burned hottest, drawing out a blissful moan from her that resonated through his shoulder. “Oh yes… Alice… You’re making me feel so good. I want to make you feel good too.”

The hand on her back drifted between them, and Alice let out a moan as Jack stroked her chest, brushing his thumb across the hard nub poking through her shirt. At the same time he moved his hips again, stroking her where she burned hottest, body aching with a different sort of hunger as he filled her with his intoxicating love.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jack said beside his sunshine’s ear, sending another shiver down her spine. “And so soft… God, I love you so much…”

Alice had to pull back to breathe, gulping down hot pants of air before she went back in again. Despite the haze of pleasure and love, she managed to focus on sealing the wound she made with another kiss. She barely had the sense to focus on sealing the wound on his neck with another kiss. Her tongue chased after every drop of blood that spilled over, refusing to let a single one go to waste. She felt another moan rumble through Jack as she got as familiar with the flavor of his skin as she was with his blood. The salt of his skin paired wonderfully with his sweet, addicting blood.

#Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #Sunny Day Jack #swwsdj #sdj #Ask #My Writing #Vampire AU

[sweetbillwriting]

The Real Deal

Part 10 - His Girl

Characters: AU Single Bill Skarsgård. A version of Bill where he becomes single 2017 and with a different timeline. AU Skarsgårds and others. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: The story will jump from 2001 until present day. This chapter jump between 2018 and 2021.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, smut, sex work, slut shaming, sexual themes and kinks.

Bill's hair was pushed forward by the hood of his gray hoodie so greasy strands of hair hung down his forehead. Cassie couldn't see much of his hotel room, just the green wall and the blue headboard. She sat on the floor in their new, but quite empty living room framing a picture of them as awkward teens. Bill did a peace sign with pouty lips while she had her arms around him, kissing his porcelain cheek. She had the computer next to her so he could watch her work. He mostly looked at her naked legs and how his sweater exposed her shoulder and collarbone. 

He could see a bit of their apartment in the background. Bill had almost forgotten how it looked because just a few days after they had moved in he had traveled to Croatia to film. He did remember it having three bedrooms and was fresh but with a vintage style. They had wood burning heaters in classic Scandinavian white tiles in almost all of the rooms and chrome handles and other interesting details. 

"So have you talked with your mom again,” Bill asked and looked at Cassie's toes. She wiggled them while she worked and it made him smile. 

"No," Cassie said shortly and continued with her work. Bill was quiet, the subject of her mom was always tricky and he didn't want to say something stupid. Cassie had already spoken with her mom about the two of them being a couple and her mother had just laughed and more or less called her a golddigger. Bill knew her mother had always poked a bit of fun at her daughter being friends with an actor who also had money. It fit her view of her daughter; that she was thinking a little bit too highly of herself. Still Cassie had kept in contact with her mother all the time even if she gave little support and made fun of her way of living. 

"But I talked with my aunt," said Cassie finally and turned over the frame in front her. When she realized the picture was crooked she turned it over again. 

"Oh, you did?" Asked Bill and sat up in the bed. 

"Yeah. They thought it was fun. But she has always been skeptical of you," Cassie joked and looked at Bill's little face on the computer. 

"I felt how she looked at me. Like I would do terrible things with you." 

"She was right, you do terrible things with me." 

Bill smiled big and dragged the hood back and forth over his head. His hair itched because of all the products the hair stylist had put in it. 

"Mom said the same thing to her when she got together with Patrik. She said she just wanted money and expensive clothes. I guess it's her way of being worried, or something." 

Bill sighed and looked at his girlfriend closely. Her hair was up in a clip and her face was fresh from makeup. 

"Do you feel lonely? Without me? I mean I just moved you to another continent and then I went away to work." 

Cassie looked up at him from her craft and saw his worried face. She was happy that he cared but he worried about such things he felt were hard, not thinking about what she felt about it.

"It has just been a week, Bill. And I'm used to being alone. I'm most often alone. I'm probably more Swedish than you when it comes to that," she joked. Bill smiled a little but still looked worried. 

"I know, I know… But you don't have so many friends in Stockholm." 

She hadn't had many friends in New York either, just her clients which she called dates to Bill. 

"I'm okay, baby. Don't worry. Hopefully I’ll get a job soon and can do something with myself." 

He licked his lips and thought of how he should formulate his next sentence. 

"Or we could… I mean… You maybe don't need to worry about that if we tried to make a baby…" He tried to look calm but she knew him too well to not see his nerves. 

"Bill…" she sighed and leaned her head back. 

"What? We’re 31 this year, you are 31 already." 

"It's not about age Bill. Who cares how old we are? We have been together six months and I don't even know if I want kids. I don't even know if I like kids." 

"When will you know that then?" He said it a bit annoyed, like he had waited for her for a long time. 

"I don't know but come on, your sperm will be fine anyway. Stop stressing." 

Bill was quiet and played with the drawstrings of his hoodie. He didn't want to stress but he felt it was idiotic that she would stress about work when they could solve it so easily. 

"And if I do have kids I want to be married first," Cassie said and looked at the finished framed picture. Bill looked up at the screen and furrowed his brows. 

"Married? Why?" 

"Because if you want to mess up my body I want to be totally sure you can't get rid of it so easily!" She said matter of factly. Bill laughed and shook his head. 

"Sure, if that's what you want, my love." 

She nodded and made a thinking face. 

"And you must be home for six months like other Swedish daddies are." 

Bill sighed with a smile and pulled down the hood. 

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You will not be one of those easy girls that will just be happy with a baby." 

"I am happy with one baby, you. My 6 '4 baby that likes belly rubs and sucking my tits." 

Bill bit his lip and moved the computer so it stood next to him in bed. 

"I think I need a titi right now. You do know you have messed me up? I am horny all the time." 

Cassie put away the picture and sat down in front of the computer fully. 

"Aww my little baby, all alone and horny… But isn't that because of the character? You haven't done any method acting so you can become just as horny as him?" 

Bill laughed and took a hold of his hoodie in the back and dragged it off together with his white t-shirt. 

"No, I'm not horny over the girls here, at all, I promise you that. I just want you." 

Cassie smiled a little and took off the sweater so that she was just in a pair of black panties. 

"And now you want me to be your cam girl again?" 

"Yes but no… Like yes now I want you to be that but I also want you to take the next flight here." 

Cassie smiled like it was a joke and took her hair down from the clip. 

"I'm serious. Sexy lady, come here. Let me fuck you in Croatia." 

× 

2018

Once again she had gone away with Bill on a short notice, no wonder she couldn’t evolve in her career. Many probably thought she just took her chance to get vacations and luxury and of course it was nice but first and foremost she did it because Bill was the most important person in her life. He had taken her to Cancun and she knew it was for a reason. She quickly noticed when they met at the hotel that he had once again got stuck in his head. Thinking about something over and over so much he was distracted and forgot the most basic things, like taking the key cards to the room, taking his luggage with him and letting Cassie walk into the elevator. 

"I'm sorry I just… Have a lot to think about." 

Cassie just nodded a little and let him lay down on the bed while she hung up all her sundresses. 

"Should I hang up any of your clothes?" She said carefully and laid a soft hand on his chest. 

"You can hang up the shirts, thanks," he said tiredly and hugged her hand in his. When she was done she redressed from her jeans to one of the thin dresses. Bill watched her back. She was just in panties. He didn't see her breasts but he knew her naked front was there. He sighed a little. 

"Can you just lay on top of me for a while?" He said with a low voice and put his hand out to her. She smiled sympathetically and straddled him before laying down on his chest. He caressed her back while breathing steadily. He breathed in Cassie's perfume and she let him play with the thin strap of her dress, dragging them down over her arms as low as he could. Cassie almost wondered if her breasts would spill from the neckline but it got stuck between the two of them. 

"What is it Billy? She said and took one of his hands in hers. 

"Can we wait to talk about it for a while?" 

Cassie just nodded while Bill continued to play with the straps. 

They had been there for two days when Bill finally told her. He had calmed down, been himself and enjoyed Cancun. They sat together in a little restaurant that was so homey it looked like someone lived there and maybe even someone did. After three glasses of wine, Bill took a deep breath. 

"I slept with my ex," he said and played with his glass. He didn't look at Cassie, she could feel how his anxiety started again. 

Cassie chewed the food in her mouth and waited on him to continue. Her heart beated heavily in her chest. 

"And she thinks we will be together again." 

Cassie made an uncomfortable sound and smiled strained. 

"Oh." 

Bill looked at her but then looked down, wiping away some invisible dust on the table. 

"Is that what you want,” Cassie asked, trying to sound neutral. 

"No. No…" he sighed and dragged his hands over his face. "I feel like we didn't really match and… I can find someone better." 

Cassie nodded and smiled a little. 

"Totally. Totally!" 

Bill nodded but then sighed. 

"She messaged me. A lot." He played with a button on his patterned shirt. 

"You must tell her." 

Bill sat quietly so Cassie did the same. Drinking her wine and looking around in the restaurant. Bill looked up at her. She had recently cut her hair and the shorter length looked really good on her. It made her neck and collar bones more prominent. Her make up was natural and her lips were a bit wine stained. She just got more beautiful every year and Bill shook his head to stop his thoughts. 

"What?" Cassie asked when she saw him shake his head. Bill licked his lips and gave her chest a fast look. He could see a hint of her nipples under the thin white cotton. 

"No, no. I just don't know how to tell her. Can't I just… wait it out?" 

"You mean just stop answering? Bill, you're not that kind of asshole." He took a big gulp of his wine and lifted the bottle. It was empty so in his old clumsy school Spanish, some English and some sort of sign language he ordered a new one. 

"So how should I do it then? Get together with her and then let her break up with me?" Cassie rolled her eyes. She knew Bill didn't like conflicts with girls but his comment was just too silly. 

"She will never break up with you. But either way is the stupidest thing I've heard. Are you afraid of her or something? Just tell her." 

"Of course I am afraid! I'm afraid of all girls, especially you. All of you are a bit crazy." He said with humor but Cassie knew it was true. 

"You're such a dude, Bill! I thought you were better!" She continued his humoristic way of talking but she also told the truth. Bill smirked and when the new bottle of wine came to the table he poured two big glasses. He took a look at Cassie's nipples again and thought about her comments about him being such a dude. If she knew that he thought the filthiest things about her she would really understand how much of a dude he was. 

"Call her up tomorrow and tell her. Don't drag it out. Tell her you don't want to be with her." 

He slid down in his chair and looked at Cassie with a pensive look. 

Because I want you.

He wiped away that intrusive thought and sat up again. He tried to think about what he would say to his ex the next day, the anxiety he had felt for it all but instead he couldn't stop thinking about kissing Cassie's wine stained lips and dragging the straps of her dress down, all the way this time. 

He called his ex the next morning while watching Cassie sleep next to him, with her smooth leg over his hips. When he hung up he crawled closer to her, enjoying her soft curves against him. His ex had gotten sad, even angry but he forgot about that quickly because of Cassie's closeness. 

× 

She was straddling his lap in the armchair and kissing his plump lips while playing with the fake sideburns. She rubbed herself against him and he felt himself getting harder and harder every second. They were on set of the series he was filming in Croatia, Cassie had been there a week now but he was still as horny as ever and took every chance to be close to her. She was so sexy and knew just what to do to make him wild but he wasn't used to having a girlfriend that made other guys wild too. Cassie was a beautiful girl but it was her sexiness and flirty way that got them going. Bill didn't blame her because she couldn't even eat a cup of noodles without some of the set workers watching her hollow cheeks slurping the long noodles. Bill had seen her too and wondered how he had been able to be just friends with her for such a long time. 

Her hands moved up under the black turtle neck he was wearing while his hand went down in the back of her jeans. As a teen in the beginning of 2000s he had a fascination for thongs and liked when they were visible over the hem of her pants. He played with the thin strap and twisted it around his finger and smirked when Cassie made a sound because the panties had been pulled up in her pussy. She rubbed herself even harder against Bill's crotch and he thought about pulling his cock out but just then the door of his trailer flew open and the director peaked in. 

"Oh, sorry, sorry. Don't let me interrupt," he said but still went in and sat down in front of them. Bill released Cassie's panties and sighed loudly but she continued to rub herself against his erection with a teasing smirk even if the director watched them. 

"Okay, okay… Enough with that," said Bill and moved her so she sat on one of his thighs, covering his erection. The director smiled. 

"You look good together," He didn't sound gross, just like he really thought they were a beautiful couple. Bill laughed a little embarrassed, even more when Cassie just sat pretty in his lap, looking at the director like what they were doing before hadn't happened. He looked at her profile and almost got a little bit provoked that she didn't seem to be as embarrassed as he was. 

"There was some national newspaper here a few days ago and took some pictures," said the director. He acted like it wasn't such a big deal. 

"Okay?" Bill said, just as indifferent but confused why they even discussed it. 

"I don't know if you care but they took a picture of you two… cozying up." 

Bill and Cassie looked at each other fast but then at the director again. Cassie could feel her heart starting to beat harder and harder in her chest. 

"Can we see it?" She asked. Bill leaned back in the chair and looked at her. He didn't care really, it would happen sooner or later and the only ones that would see those photos were his really engaged fans, others wouldn't be interested. 

The director took up his phone and gave it to Cassie who scrolled through the images. Mostly it was just pictures of Bill and Adam in their white short shorts but then there were finally two pictures at the end of the article that stood out. If she knew Croatian she would have understood that the last paragraph was about Bill and his mystery woman. She stood next to Bill in the first pictures, speaking with Adam. She held Bill's hand and looked at his bearded face. In the next picture Adam had moved away and she leaned up to kiss Bill. His hand laid on her cheek while her hand was under the striped shirt he was wearing. She looked at the picture. Her short skirt and high heels. God, must she be such a slut? 

"Oh my god, this is… Bill," she whined and gave him the phone so he could see the pictures. He didn't see the same thing at all. He first looked at how funny he looked in those short shorts and then at Cassie. She looked like such a knockout. It looked more like she was the celebrity and he felt proud looking at the pictures, that she was his girlfriend. 

"What?" He just said and looked between the pictures and Cassie. 

"They will hate me." She laid her head down on Bill's shoulder and Bill gave the director the phone who looked curious at Cassie. 

"Who?" Bill said, lifting her legs up over his other thigh. 

"Your fans. Everyone. God, I look like a slut." 

In her head she had started to spiral and just thought everyone would be able to see what she really did for a living. 

"What? No, no, no. You just look hot. Maybe they will hate you for that but you don't look like a slut at all," Bill said and hugged her. 

"You are really…" the director searched for a word that Bill would accept. "Pretty in the pictures." 

Cassie looked between Bill and the director and played with the rings on her fingers. 

"Yeah?" She said worried. 

"Of course, babe. You're so beautiful and that's the only thing they can hate. But who cares anyway? This is just about you and me." Bill assured before kissing her. Cassie kissed back even if the director watched them and she tried to cool down but she was still worried. 

When Bill went away to fix his make up again she chose to stay in his trailer. She said it was to rest but she began to look through Instagram immediately. She searched "Billskarsgård" and the most recent photos and there they were. The accounts had all chosen to put the picture of her and Bill first on their posts. On one account the speculations were everywhere about who she was and some even said it was his ex, she almost took that as an insult. But then there was one comment, just a couple hours old with two likes, "she is a whore. The real kind." Cassie looked at it with a hammering heart. Did they know or did they just call her a whore for being with Bill? She didn't know. But she knew she must cover her tracks. She took out her laptop from her bag and tried to start it as fast as possible. It felt like it took ages and when she finally was in she heard Bill outside of the door. She heard him talking loudly in Swedish but then it disappeared. Her heart beated so hard it felt like it would soon give up. She searched for the sugarbabe site and then stared at the front page for a few seconds. The purple and pink background was the same but the pictures were new and there she was. Lying on the bed, sucking her finger with her tank top exposing her stomach. They had put her on the front page?

Horny girls searching for daddies.

It stood right under her picture. She felt that she was almost close to crying when she logged in on the page. She tried to persuade herself that the picture would disappear if she just deleted her account. She searched for a long time after how to delete the account but when she finally found the button the site closed off. 

The page cannot be displayed. 

It felt like she would throw up and she had started to cry now. What was this? Who tried to destroy everything for her? 

She tried again and again to delete the account but it didn't work and over and over she was forced to look at her own picture sucking her finger with the words "horny" and "daddies" just below. Bill would never ever want to have a sugarbabe as a girlfriend. He would never ever want a prostitute caring his child. Why couldn't she just delete the account? The panic took over and she was afraid that Bill would come back soon and wondered why she laid on the couch, crying her eyes out. She needed to fix this in some way. She needed to get in contact with the creators of the site. When she looked around on the page she realized that wasn't the most simple thing to do. The support was a phone number that didn't work and that was the only contact she could find. 

Cassie sat leaned forward, looking at her own picture on the front page and thought about what to do while trying to breathe slowly. 

"I know one of the guys creating the site actually. He earned a heck of a lot of money just creating all kinds of forums." 

She heard Georg Visser's voice in her head. They had laid in his bed while he dragged his fingers over her bum in different shapes. He probably wanted to brag but she knew he didn't lie, he never did. He didn't need to. She grabbed a mirror from her bag, fixing her make up and then looked at herself. 

Just one final meeting. 

× 

They had messaged for a long time before they met. She wasn't used to that but she guessed it was because this guy actually had a lot of money and also thought about his reputation. He was almost twenty five years older than her but in the pictures he had sent he actually was really handsome. He looked like the type you could call daddy. 

When she came back from the Cancun trip with Bill, she and Georg decided on a date to see each other. He wanted their first meeting to be private and intimate so he had rented a suite with a menu from the restaurant. When she asked him if he wasn't afriad that they would believe she was a prostitute he had written to her to not call herself that but also that no one would dare to accuse him for such a thing. He gave her the room number even if it was just one of two suites on the top floor. 

She wore an extremely tight Stella McCartney dress with high heels and crotchless panties underneath, like Georg had wished. Cassie took a deep breath outside of the door, knowing this could be the client changing everything for her. She knocked and was prepared to wait a while but the door opened at once. Georg was as handsome as the pictures, tall and lean like she liked her men. He looked her up and down and smiled warmly. 

"The most beautiful girl in the world, I see," he said smoothly and moved away so she could walk in. She giggled a little and stepped in, walking close to him so he could smell her perfume but also look at her closely. 

The suite was comically big and luxurious and Cassie fought hard to not get excited by the luxury. She looked at Georg and smiled mischievously and he answered by moving closer. 

"You look like the kind of girl I want to spoil. Be my little princess," he said and took her hand and kissed it. Everything he said could be cliche but it came out so smoothly from his mouth you could believe he was the first ever to say it. 

"Yes daddy," said Cassie and let herself drown in his arms. 

"Baby girl… So good…" he whispered and dragged his hands over her back. 

They ate a fantastic dinner while he asked her things like if she liked diamonds, what she became happy of and what she would like to do with him. She thought he mean sexually but he asked then if she wanted to go ice skating in central park with him. She couldn't stop giggling and she felt more like Pretty Woman than a simple sugarbabe. She thought to herself that this guy, this guy was the ultimate daddy and he would make her happy. 

He took her to the bedroom after dinner. Let her give him a show and then fucked her slowly while calling her "daddy's little girl". All of it was arousing and the sex was really good. They laid together closely the next day, kissing softly while she played with his dick teasingly. 

"Have you ever been in love?" He said lowly. "This is a safe place so be honest with me. I'm your daddy, not your boyfriend." 

Cassie thought a little about her answer and climbed on top of Georg. 

"Yes. Have you?" 

"A few times." He said and watched Cassie's naked body drown in the morning sun. "You're still in love." 

Cassie didn't really want to talk about it and didn't know the answer either so she was quiet and played with Georg's chest hair. 

"How is he?" He continued. When she didn't answer he slapped her ass. "Tell daddy." 

Cassie made a little sound and laid down on his chest. 

"He's tall…" 

Georg waited for more. 

"I know tall guys can get away with a lot just by being tall but he must have some other good qualities. Have you slept with him?" 

"No…" Cassie sighed a little and continued to play with his chest hair. "He's my best friend and he… He's too good for me." 

"Aww baby…" said Georg and kissed her lips. "Let daddy take care of you then? I can give you everything you want." He kissed her again and a thick finger penetrated her from behind. "You can be my slut, princess." 

× 

She sat on a high chair by the bar, looking at the people around her. She had gotten used to Swedes avoiding eye contact but here, in New York she met manys eyes and even got a smile. Most were from men, looking at her like they thought they had a chance. She just looked away and looked at her phone. Seeing a new snap from Bill. He knew she was in New York but not why she was there. She had just said to him that she needed to take care of some things there and he said he was sorry he had forgotten that. He hadn't forgotten anything because Cassie hadn't mentioned anything before, this was an impulsive trip with just one mission. 

Cassie had thought a lot about what she would wear. She didn't want to be too sexy because she had a boyfriend now and wasn't a call girl anymore. She wanted to show that she had grown up. But she still wanted to look good, not like Bill had destroyed her. She had a pair of white flare pants with a black crop top with a sweetheart neckline. In her hair she had a thick alice band. She felt chic, something she hoped she could continue to feel. 

Out of nowhere she felt a hand on her back and looked up to meet Georg's ice blue eyes. She smiled warmly because in some way she had missed him. He smiled back with his hand still on her lower back. 

"Should we sit down a little more comfortably?" He said and nodded to a couch close by. 

"Sure." Cassie hopped down from the chair while Georg took her hand to help her down. He was always a gentleman. Or around people at least. 

"A whiskey on ice and a gimlet for the lady," he said to the bartender before they sat down next to each other on the couch. They sat quietly, looking at each other curiously until the drinks came. She admired his discrete gray plaid suit with the light pink button up under. He looked so elegant, rich and powerful. 

"You look so good, princess. Red lips really suit you." He said it softly like he tried to seduce her and she knew he in one way tried to do that. 

"You too," she said and smiled and looked down at her nails. 

"I guess you wanted to see me for a reason. How can I help you, baby girl?" He took a sip of his drink and sat back on the couch. 

Cassie laughed a bit uncomfortably and looked around the room before she was able to talk. 

"You know one of the guys behind the site we met on, right?" 

Georg made a face because he had obviously not expected to hear that. 

"Yes I do. Why?" 

"As you know, I have… stopped seeing men and I actually have a boyfriend…" 

"Oh really?" He said it with genuine curiosity and dragged his thumb over his lower lip. 

"Mm, I live in Sweden now, with him." 

Georg laughed a little and nodded to himself. 

"No wonder I haven't seen you for a while." 

Cassie took a sip of her drink to calm her nerves. 

"Yeah and… I really don't want him to know about… My side gig. But the site doesn't work, so I can't delete my account." 

Georg nodded a little and sat up. 

"It's because you're not meant to." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You were quite popular on that site, right?" 

Cassie played with the rings on her fingers and avoided the question. She got quite a lot of messages but she didn't know if it was more so than others. 

"You should actually read everything in the conditions so you know what you’re signing up for. They have the right to all your pictures as soon as you load them up." 

Cassie could feel her heart start to beat in her chest. It started to feel like this was impossible to solve. 

"So when a popular girl tries to delete her account it will not work. You see, they want to make it look like they have all these beautiful girls for the men, because if they do, the men will pay for a membership." 

Cassie swallowed. 

"They have put my picture on the front page…" 

"And they own them so they can do whatever they want." 

When Georg saw how much anxiety he created in Cassie he sighed for himself. 

"Don't you think this boyfriend would be able to accept your history? I would, I wouldn't care at all. I would just be glad to have a woman like you." 

Cassie smiled through her anxiety. His words were sweet but it wasn't him she wanted. 

"It's a little more complicated… He's an actor." 

Georg gave her a confused face. 

"He's quite famous," she continued and took a sip of her drink and kept it between her fingers. Georg nodded a little. 

"How famous? Do I know who he is?" 

Cassie dragged a finger under her lip to fix her lipstick. Georg looked at the motion closely. 

"Who is he?" Georg said, moving closer to Cassie. She hesitated and played with a curl on her neck. 

"You can trust me, this is a safe space. Tell daddy," he said with a low voice. He thought about putting his hand on her knee but Cassie moved it away as soon as she saw what his next move would be. 

"Bill Skarsgård is his name…" she said just as low as Georg talked. He searched after the name in his head. 

"Stellan Skarsgård?" He finally said. 

"That's his father." 

"Oh! Oh… That really muscular guy?" He said like the air left his lungs. 

"That's his brother, no Bill is a younger son. We're the same age. We have known each other for a really long time." 

Georg took up his phone and she could see him google "Bill Skarsgaard", she didn't point out the spelling because she knew google would correct it. Georg read the facts that came up and then scrolled through the pictures. He sighed heavily and massaged his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. 

"I guess I don't have a chance against him…" Once again Cassie was quiet because it would sound wrong, whatever she said. She looked at Georg's hurt face and started to understand that Georg had actually had real feelings for her or he might still even have them. 

"This is the guy you've always talked about, right? The one you went away to Thailand with?"

Cassie looked down and nodded. She started to wonder if Georg's hurt feelings would cause him say no in helping her. 

"And the one you were in love with when we started to see each other?" 

"Yeah… Like I said, we have known each other a long time." 

"And now has he finally understood what a catch you are?" 

Georg sighed again and unbuttoned a button on his shirt. He looked at Cassie up and down and bit his lip. She wondered what he was thinking and just hoped he wanted to help. 

"Daddy's little girl…" he said quietly and sighed again. "I will help you. I will contact the creators and try to make them delete everything. But Cassie? Babe?" He said and now laid his hand on her thigh. She let him because he would help her and with that took a load of her shoulders. She looked up at him and he dragged a thumb over her lipstick so it smeared. 

"If he doesn't understand what a good girl you are, I will be here. I will give you everything you ever wanted."

× 

Wood burning heaters - called "kakelugn" in Swedish, meaning tiled stoves. Common in older houses and apartments in Sweden.

Parental leave - in Sweden must all parents be home with their baby 90 days to get parental benefits. To be able to be home as much as possible must they take it out separately. This to encourage dads to be home more with their kids and women will be able to work more. Now many dads are home more than the three months they must be home. 

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #fiction #bill skarsgård fanfiction

[sawdusst]

The Rainmaker Heist Chapter 5 (Coroika Pirate AU)

Sorry about the late update again, I realized I messed up on a thing and I had to restart the whole thing ;-;; I was very indecisive about what I wanted to happen in this chapter because I also didn't expect the poll to turn out the way that it did ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

But it's all good :D I improvised and uhhh-- yeah :" I hope you guys like it! :]

For anyone new to the AU, here's the main thread for previous chapters + background info on the characters!

TW// Violence , I guess (?)

Word count: ~2,012 (I did some editing on my phone so idk how much exactly)

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[Decline Hivemind’s Offer]

“I think we’ll have to pass on that offer,” Gloves said with a nervous laugh, “I don’t think we’ll need any help getting the Rainmaker… thank you for the offer though.”

Hivemind’s smile faded almost instantly. He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. “I see, I understand.” Hivemind replied with a smile, “Well, that really is a shame, you know. I was kind of hoping we could work together somehow... oh well."

“I’m sorry,” Gloves said awkwardly, “Hey, I mean, we could still be friends— I think that’ll be cool! It’s just that—”

“Friends, right,” Hivemind interrupted, then shrugged with nonchalance, “I guess that’ll be one way to describe it.”

Hivemind laughed, before turning away from the ship’s railing. As he turned to leave, the rest of his crew stood up— each of them with a weapon in their hands. Hivemind glanced over his shoulder, looking Gloves in the eye. 

“Sink their ship and bring the crew to me,” he muttered. 

“Crap, we’re outnumbered,” Half Rim said as he took a hesitant step back. “Do you think we could—”

Half Rim was cut off when a splat bomb flew towards their ship and landed on the deck. Gloves flinched, running over to it. He picked it up and threw it overboard. There was a small burst of pale ink in the tossing seas below. Gloves sighed a breath of relief, then looked over at the rest of his crew. 

“Clips! Straps! Get us out of here!” Gloves ordered. From a holster on his belt, Gloves pulled out a pair of dualies, “Half Rim and I will—”

There was a loud boom that rang through the air. Gloves jumped up as a splash of blue ink landed at his feet. He looked up to see an octoling with a charger aimed at him from the other ship. Gloves dashed out of the way as the charger fired a couple more shots.

Half Rim quickly picked up his splatterscope that was leaning against a couple of crates. He turned around. “Captain, leave the charger to me. You take care of the others trying to get on our ship.”

Gloves nodded as an inkling leapt onto their ship. A splattershot in their hands, they dashed forward. Gloves dodged to the side, barely missing the splattershot’s volley of ink. Gloves raised both of the dualies, splatting the inkling quickly. Gloves turned around to see a splat roller hanging above his head.

Another inkling with a splat roller swiftly swung the roller at Gloves, flinging a volley of pale blue ink at him. Gloves rolled to the side and fired back at them. With a couple hits, the inkling was splatted in a burst of pale blue ink. A few more jumped across, all of them carrying a weapon in their hands. Gloves dashed forward, rolling forward and raising both of the dualies. He splatted two more inklings. The ship rocked back and forth on the tossing waves as it began to drift away.

As the ship drifted away, grappling hooks were thrown— punching through the hardwood ship and pulling them closer.

“Captain!” Half Rim exclaimed, firing a shot from the splatterscope, “We have a problem, we can’t get away. We need someone to cut those ropes!” 

Half Rim quickly ducked as a burst bomb flew over his head. He glanced over his shoulder. “Someone cut the ropes! We need to get out of here!” 

“I’m on it!” Straps responded. 

Gloves dodge rolled to the side, splatting another pair of inklings. He paused, sensing someone creeping up behind him.

“Give it up, Captain.” 

Gloves turned around to see the pointed end of a Kensa Charger between his eyes. Gloves took a hesitant step back.

“Your crew is vastly outnumbered, you’ve held up well so far— but you’re going to fall apart easily,” Hivemind said, lowering the sniper, “Just take a look around, your ship’s almost entirely painted. You have an awfully small crew, I doubted they would have put up much of a fight.”

“What are you talking about? My crew’s holding up just fine—” 

“Listen, Gloves,” Hivemind cut him off, “It really isn’t anything personal. Your crew’s so small in numbers, I figured this’ll be an easy win. So I hope you understand that I couldn’t just let you get away like that. I really did want to be friends, in fact you could’ve even joined my crew.”

The loud snap of a rope echoed through the air. Gloves took a hesitant step backwards. 

“If you surrender now, maybe you could come out of this unscathed,” Hivemind suggested with a shrug. “It’s your choice, Gloves.” 

“Never,” Gloves scowled, then pointed to Hivemind with one of his dualies. “And it’s Captain Gloves to you.”

Hivemind frowned. He jumped back, raising the charger aiming it towards Gloves. Gloves dashed to the side as a splash of blue ink hit the side railings. He rolled forward, aiming the dualies at Hivemind. Just as he was about to fire, another inkling with a roller ran in front. 

“Shoot!” Gloves cursed as the roller slammed into the ground.

A shockwave of ink splashed Gloves, knocking him backwards. Gloves hit the hardwood floors. He winced, staggering to his feet. He looked up as another roller was raised above his head. Gloves rolled to the side, turning around and splatting the other inkling. 

He heard the whirring of the charger and another shot was fired. Gloves stumbled out of the way. He looked around, running over to a couple of crates and ducking behind them for cover. Gloves took a second to brush himself off, before standing up again.

He turned around to see Hivemind aiming up towards the helm where Clips stood. 

“Clips! Look out!” 

Clips ducked as a shot was fired above her head. She sighed a breath of relief. She quickly picked up a splattershot next to her. 

“Don’t worry about Hivemind!” Gloves ordered, “Leave him to me, you focus on getting us out of here!”

Clips nodded. She hurried away from the helm to help Straps with cutting the ropes. Gloves sprinted towards Hivemind, twirling both dualies in his hand. He lunged towards Hivemind, ready to splat him. 

Suddenly, Gloves saw a colorful circle around his feet. A bright green circle with little rectangles coming off the side of it. 

“Uh oh,” Gloves whispered.

He looked up in the air to see a volley of pale blue tenta-missiles flying towards him. Gloves jumped out of the way as they crashed into their ship. Half Rim also dashed out of the way, raising the splatterscope and hitting the octoling who fired them. Gloves then looked back over at Hivemind, who seemed to have his back turned.

“Oops, didn’t mean to do that,” Hivemind said with a smile, “Sorry Captain, but I did warn you… it’s still not too late to give u—”

Gloves quickly made a dash forward, twirling the dualies in his hand and lunging towards Hivemind. In an instant, Hivemind spun around. Gloves’ eyes widened with shock as Hivemind swiped the pointed end of the charger towards him. The sharp end of the Kensa Charger slashed Gloves across the face. Green ink splattered on Hivemind’s face as Gloves fell to the ground.

A loud shot rang through the air. Hivemind was suddenly splatted from a shot of green ink to the head. Gloves fell onto the hardwood floors, more green ink splashing on his face. He looked up to see where the shot came from. 

“You talk too much,” Half Rim mumbled, lowering the splatterscope. 

Their ship was already a safe distance away from Hivemind’s. Straps quickly cut the last of the ropes, running over to fix the sails.

“Captain, we’ve shaken most of them!” Clips said, “We should be getting away in no time at all. Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch,” Gloves replied as he stood back up. He wiped some of the ink off his face, “Doesn’t hurt at all.” 

The last few of Hivemind’s crew were splatted. Gloves looked around their ship, covered in a mix of green and pale blue. As the waves below grew more and more, it pushed their ship further away. It seems like their ship moved a bit faster. Hivemind’s ship in the distance grew smaller and smaller. 

Gloves sighed a breath of relief as he collapsed back onto the deck. He laid on his back and stared up at the night sky. “Is everyone okay?” 

The rest of his crew nodded. For the most part, they were stained with pale blue ink and a couple minor bumps. Half Rim marched over and hauled Gloves back to his feet, “Let’s get the scratch on your face taken care of first.”

Gloves got a bandage on his cheek. He sighed a breath of relief.

“So much for having it ‘handled in a cool way’,” Clips mumbled sarcastically. 

“Hey! I had it handled— for the first half,” Gloves retorted, “How was I supposed to know Hivemind was planning on capturing all of us?” 

“Uh huh,” Straps chimed in, “You’re lucky we managed to get out of that mess.”

“I’m exhausted,” Half Rim muttered, “I think we’ve all had a long day, we should just head to bed.” 

Gloves laughed to himself as Half Rim left. Then, he looked over at Straps and Clips. “You two should head to bed too. We could talk about the Rainmaker in the morning! I’ll just steer and keep an eye on everything.” 

“Are you sure?”

Gloves nodded, walking over to the helm. He lit a small lantern, setting it next to him. “You guys get some sleep, I’ll wake you if I need anything.”

Clips and Straps exchanged a look. They both walked below deck, leaving Gloves alone at the helm. Once everyone had left, Gloves pulled a crate over to the helm and sat down. He set the lantern next to him and took out Army’s manual from his pocket.

He flipped through a few more pages, until he found the chapter on the Rainmaker. He looked at the scribbled handwriting, reading from where he left off. 

The Rainmaker is also not easy to access. Even if you were in possession of it, there is still a protective bubble around it that has a deadly explosion if you stand too close to it. 

Because it’s so destructive, it’s mostly used in cases of emergencies or just as a trophy. I like to think of it as a scarecrow. Sometimes pirate crews will have a fake Rainmaker on the bows of their ships in order to scare others. 

It’s easy to tell if a Rainmaker is a fake or not. Fake Rainmakers will never shoot. They will not have any weight to store ink nor will they have any way of firing it. The real Rainmaker has a chute/tunnel in its mouth where the ink is fired from.

Gloves turned the page, realizing the entry was unfinished. There were a few pages that were ripped out right after the Rainmaker’s chapter. 

“Huh, that’s weird,” Gloves said to himself, “I don��t remember that being there before—” 

Gloves looked around. The ship seemed to be drifting along in the sea with no specific direction. He sighed to himself, looking back down at the manual and stuffing it in his pocket. 

It was a calm night, there was a light breeze hitting the sails while the ship aimlessly drifted. Gloves stood at the helm, leaning on the ship’s wheel boredly. In the far distance, however, there was a dim light coming from a nearby island. Gloves picked up a telescope and looked through it. 

The bare outlines of an island were slowly starting to come into view. Gloves perked up with interest, but then looked over at his crew.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we stopped at land for a bit, but we've barely been at sea," Gloves thought to himself.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thank you so much for reading if you've made it this far, I really appreciate the support <33

Have a nice day/night!

#coroika #coroika pirate au #gloves coroika #splatoon #the fight scene was so fun to write but a bit of a pain to plan lmao #initially i wasnt going to do it but i didnt really have any other options since Hivemind probably won't come back for a while

[msommers]

modern actor/celebrity AU for any two kids u wanna talk about :>

oh boy, this is a fun and silly one let’s go. okay so the obvious first candidate would be maeve

we been knew she could pull off being a big star. one of those wombo combo writers and actors who ends up starring in one or two or a few of the adaptions of her own works on top of the other things she stars in. i could see in some worlds her also(/or) releasing music tbh

speaking of—Of Course as an actress she primarily works on period or fantasy pieces because she loves the drama and romance of them. other than that i could see her being a hit in rom-coms, romances, musicals, and thrillers. i would personally kill for a maeve role in a period paranormal film, i simply think it would be dope

an absolute hoe for con panels, online interviews and podcasts guest spots because it's the perfect excuse for her to get all passionate and eager to share about her works with the folk who are the most interested. don't let her do any of those puppy interviews because she'll want to adopt all of them by the end of it

legally obligated to make a joke about her having her own taika/tessa/rita moment in the media of the cameras catching her with more than one partner. which leads into her being ardent about openly talking on her polyamory & bisexuality whenever she can to spread more proud and positive representation.

caused a meltdown in her fan community one time because she dyed her hair a deep purple out of the blue and debuted it thru a fuckn insta story or something unassuming lmao

second kiddo would have to be riya lmao

one of those celebs who was in the spotlight from birth because both of her parents are famous. grew up a media darling and ate up all the attention, probably became an influencer in her late teens because of being so active on social media.

unfortunately i know in my heart that she would be the worst little diva imaginable when she first starts working because she's been spoiled her entire life. real big "i'll be in my trailer k bye" "i want this very specific flavor of ice cream that's only sold out of country ready for me or i'll throw a fit" "yeah i'll wait for my driver who cares if i'm 20 minutes late" kind of energy. people put up with it because she's pretty, is surprisingly good at acting, and her daddy's the one who got her those first roles and everyone loves him so they don't wanna make him upset by bringing up the fact his daughter's kind of a brat ://

has a new partner on her arm like every damn month. probably becomes a whole Thing for fandom and certain media outlets to predict which co-star she's going to start hooking up with whenever the cast is announced for her next project tbh

the majority of her roles are rich characters because she plays the part well and positively adores being put in expensive wardrobes. can't be convinced otherwise that her most well known role wouldn't be some type of princess in a fantasy or historical, she'd eat that shit up. the material, the wardrobe, the constant instances of people addressing her ass princess in interviews which needs to be stopped her ego is big enough as is please god

she's probably been involved in multiple instances of people recording her in embarrassing/shameful/private moments and selling the clips off to online tabloids. being shamed by her mother for behavior at a party in some back room, a loud break-up outside of her hotel at 1am, talking mad shit about one of her co-stars while drunk outside of a club as she waits for her driver, etc etc. hopefully she grows up and stops behaving like that lmao

send me an au and i’ll tell you 5 headcanons for it!

#WHOOPS forgot this in the drafts #thank youuuu alana #ch: maeve sommers #ch: valeriya de clairmont #i just Know riya would be so divisive as a star #because she'd have so many fans but also soooo many haters. so many people calling her a brat after each news story #these two are opposites bc maeve's an absolute angel who does so much good and riya's just a spoiled party girl #one arranges charity events and the other pouts for 20 minutes bc her mom forced her to attend one on a weekend smh #translating riya's turning point from da to any sort of real world story would be so sad so i'm avoiding it lmfao

[justawanderingbabbit]

"Where did you get this?"

Captain Zhou has never been comfortable with the owner and operator of Hong Hua pharmacy. Maybe it's his laid-back, perpetually amused, air. Maybe it's the jaw tattoo; tribal, primitive, violent. Maybe it's the way Doctor Yan seems to recognize lies as if he can smell them.

Or maybe it's the name, the same name as a long dead murderer, worn without shame as if the man didn't care what people thought.

He was, however, the best at what he did. Traditional medicine or modern, he was an expert and he knew things most older pharmacists had long since forgotten.

"Part of a raid on a drug factory. I obviously can't give you the details."

Grey eyes consider the bottle thoughtfully. Fiddle with the pills inside. Slide them back in. "An old recipe, supposed to extend your lifespan. Dangerous. Take it and you'll go mad after a while." He tosses the bottle back. "Suggest you burn any samples you find. Don't play with them."

"That's all?"

"Yep."

Doctor Yan leans back lazily in his chair and turns his music back on. As the strains of a local favorite opera fill the small pharmacy again, Captain Zhou knows he's gotten all he's going to get for now and leaves.

Only when he's gone does Doctor Yan pick up his phone and dial. "Hey, Shanshan. Got some bad news. Someone's making those pills again. Check with the local police department." He plays with the things he's stolen from the bottle thoughtfully, adding, "And better have someone come pick up this set. They're close to hatching and I don't feel like fighting shibie again."

"Love you too, Shanshan."

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Part of an AU where Yan Sanxing survives and becomes a useful member of society as a physician and occasional rescue worker.

Done in Clip Studio and blatantly traced from that gorgeous shot of Liu Chang in the record store. Someday I may have the skills to do something like this without tracing but here we are.

#dmbj #dmbj adjacent #canon divergent au #fanart #yan sanxing #probably shifter!verse #though I'd probably have YSX become a doctor in any universe where I have him live #his bedside manner may be worse than Huo Daofu #especially when dealing with recalcitrant patients #like tomb raiders or other adventurers