#I did this in a frenzied craze before going directly to bed

[pileofpigeons]

Day 1: warm up

#inktobertale2023 #inktobertale #ink sans #sans aus #undertale aus #he’s doing a lil stretching #I did this in a frenzied craze before going directly to bed #sleep can wait he must be drawn #pigeons art

[lemoncherrypop]

To Build A Home

deatheater!seungcheol x gryffindorprincess!reader

notes: i’ve been creating a harrypotter au with seventeen in my head for the longest time, and i thought i’d finally sit down and write it out. warnings: this will get dark and heavy. there will be character deaths, and lots and lots of angst. i will write out specific warnings before every chapter. thanks to my beta @minigum​ for always listening to me rant about seventeen 🖤 my most precious girl, i love you 🖤 length: 1.8k

Series Masterlist

One l Two l Three | Four | coming soon...

Chapter One

//

Run.

Run until your lungs collapse. Run until your legs break in half. Run until your body bleeds dry.

And even then, you must run.

They were coming for you. The castle was under attack, and the place you’ve called home for the past seven years was on fire. With the roaring flames behind you, you wept as you ran away from Hogwarts. Ignoring the burning glow on your back, you gripped tightly onto your wand.

There were two of them trailing right behind you. You cursed under your breath, the anonymity of the Death Eaters who hid behind their masks striking more fear in you than you’d like to admit.

“Stupefy!” You blasted right behind you, sparing yourself the tiniest of glimpses for the chance of a decent shot.

You hear a violent thud, and grin, knowing that you managed to knock down one of them. Good.

“Goodbye, Cicero!” The remaining Death Eater jumped over his fallen comrade with glee, almost skipping with delight as he chased you away from Hogwarts.

Cicero. You've seen that name before. His name was one of many who had gone to Azkaban for torturing over a dozen muggles right at the center of King’s Cross. If a wizard was unhinged enough to use dark magic in one of the most crowded muggle places, who knew what he would’ve done to you? You thank your lucky stars that you had gotten him before he reached you.

“Keep running, mudblood!” He screamed, sending another red light your way. “I’ll catch you! I’ll catch every last one of you!”

You shouted protego over and over again, the shield procuring itself to deflect all the fired spells. It was easier to defend yourself than to attack when you could only face forward to escape. But endless hexes were being shot your way, left and right, and your shielding charm could only protect you for so long. You needed to reach the portkey. Fast.

Running alone, and fighting off a crazed Death Eater, you thought of your best friend. You desperately wanted to find her. You wanted to make sure she was safe, but you knew you couldn’t do anything. At the moment, the only person you could worry about was yourself. After all, you made a promise to her, and you intended to keep it.

“Your port key is an old silver necklace, okay? It’s an old rusty thing, but it’ll be hanging on that tree you crashed into during our third year.” Jean, your best friend since year one pulled you into a hidden alcove. Her words were spilling out of her lips in a harsh whisper. “At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the big sycamore tree split in half, that’s where your necklace is.”

“What are you talking about?” Your stomach drops. “What portkey? Where am I going?”

“I can’t tell you, but you can’t stay here,” she shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall. “Just trust me, please. Remember this, tomorrow night, after midnight, you need to run. You remember, don’t you? That tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest?”

You try to swallow down your rising panic, nodding fervently, “I do, but—”

“No questions!” She cuts you off, her tears escaping down her cheeks. “I’m doing this for you! Can you do this for me?”

“Am I— am I leaving?”

“Yes.”

You let out a shuddering breath. You knew the war was coming. The school hasn’t been the same since it started a month ago, but you didn’t think battle would come so soon. At Hogwarts no less.

“What about you?” You grab her hands, dread sinking into your heavy heart. “You’re a muggle-born too! It’s not safe for either of us.”

“I’m running as well. It’ll be you and me.” Jean tries her best to smile. “But I will have a different portkey. We have to leave separately, it’ll be safer for us that way.”

“Where is your portkey then?”

“I can’t tell you, I want you to only focus on yours,” Jean says. “Remember, the necklace hanging on the tree at the edge of the forest. Don’t forget it.”

You echo her words, repeating her instructions like a mantra. Jean quickly wipes her tears away and hugs you.

“This won’t be goodbye,” she says.

“I’ll see you again,” you promise her, lifting your pinky finger.

Jean brings up her own pinky, intertwining it with yours for only a few short seconds, and briskly walks away to leave you in your own tears.

The run to the Forbidden Forest was an excruciatingly long one. You’ve managed to go past the Whomping Willow successfully, and your legs were burning just as much as your lungs. With a quick twist of your wrist, you send a hex behind you, but it barely skims the Death Eater on the arm. The hex only encouraged the mad man even more, and his cackles grew increasingly louder, continuing his frenzied run after you with no sign of exhaustion.

Blood was pumping in your ears, and the deranged laughter of the killer behind you nearly echoed in the open fields. Red flashes streaked by you, and a few of them had scraped your neck and your arms, the skin tearing open in a painful sizzle. But despite all the open wounds on your body, all you could feel was the urgency to find the necklace, and the will to stay alive. The pain would come later.

“Expulso!” You blast and narrowly miss the Death Eater, clumps of dirt flying into the air as it hits the ground behind him. His smile only grows wider, running with undisturbed blitheness as he gains in on you by the seconds.

Perhaps the fact that he was getting closer to you was distracting him. The Death Eater stopped shooting spells at you entirely, only calling out mudblood, mudblood as if it were a song. He sounded too delighted at the thought of capturing you alive that his wand was simply waving about in his hand and nothing else.

Up ahead, you could finally see the Groundskeeper’s Cabin. It was right behind there where the sycamore tree would be, holding onto the precious portkey that would whisk you away from death’s grip. 

Keeping your eyes focused on the path in front of you, you muster up every last remaining bit of your energy and ran. Faster than you had before, you bolted towards your portkey at almost an inhumane speed, the adrenaline was coursing throughout your body.

You jump past the small pile of chopped wood next to the hut, making a beeline straight to your destined tree. 

It was right there, right in front of you. 

“Come now, mudblood!” The Death Eater called after you. “I have plans to play with you!”

The moon was bright tonight, and you could see the necklace. The metal sheened even through the rust, and you dashed towards it. 

“Master said I could take my time with you,” he cackled. “Said I could do anything I wanted!”

Closer, and closer. You could almost feel his claws scratching the back of your neck.

“I could round you up with all my other little toys!”

You reached your hand out, fingers stretched out desperately to the dangling chain.

“The other boy cried out so delightfully—”

The air twisted around you violently, whisking you away from the Death Eater’s grasp and out of his wickedness.

//

The portkey dropped you on a hill surrounded by cornflowers and verbenas. It was storming, and the clouds weighed heavy in the sky, darkening the land below it. 

With a sob, you fall to your knees and hug yourself. Burying your face into your hands, you tremble from both the cold and the waning fear with your brush with death itself. You had escaped your home successfully. You had made it out alive. But you were alone.

Lifting your head, you couldn’t see much. Everything was so dark, both the rain and your tears blurring your vision. After much effort, you pulled yourself back up to your feet and looked around. There was a house ahead of you, and you slowly walked towards it. It was absolutely decrepit, the roof was broken in, every window was shattered, and the front door was hanging by a single bolt. No one could ever live in a house like that.

You wept even more, feeling more lost and helpless than ever. What plans did Jean have for you? And why did she send you to a broken-down house in the middle of nowhere?

“Over here.” You hear a voice, and your eyes snap up towards the source.

It was Mingyu, your tall Slytherin classmate and also Jean’s boyfriend. You knew him, you could trust him. Mingyu was standing just a few meters away from you. “Come follow me,” he said, beckoning towards you. “The house is this way.”

“Lumos,” you muttered, lighting up the muddy flowers in front of you. You trudge forward, your calfskin boots get caked with dirt, and a heavy ache begins settling deep into every muscle of your body.

There were no greetings when you reached him. He only nodded somberly and walked ahead, towards the crumbling home. You walk only for a moment before he stops in front of you.

Mingyu reaches for your hand. “You need me to go through the wards.” and he walks forward.

The air rippled around you, and you could immediately feel a warmth radiating from the house in front of you. Before you stood not a house in ruin, but a beautiful old stone cottage. Slabs of rocks were cemented together to form chimneys that go high up towards the sky, arched windows with intricate designs adorned every wall, and a lovely flower bed that was currently getting overwatered by the storm was lined up on all sides of the cottage.

It was two stories tall, and as you faced the home, you realized that you were looking directly into the cottage.

The stone cottage was, well, mostly made of stone, except for the giant sheet of glass that took up the majority of the front of the home. Chunks of granite were pebbled on all four edges of the glass wall, which seemed to be built for the living room. To the right of the transparent front was a wooden door, and a detailed carving of an anilius snake curved itself into a giant S.

“The others are waiting for you.” Mingyu made his way to the front door, and turned the bronze handle.

“Others?” You hastily wipe your tears and your snot filled nose with your sleeve, and found it to be completely drenched. Mingyu has already made his way inside, and you wipe your face clean to the best of your ability and hurriedly follow in after him.

#seungcheol scenarios #seventeen fic #harry potter au #seventeen x harry potter #seventeen harry potter au #scoups scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seungcheol #scoups

[moonknightly]

Better Love : Poe Dameron x Reader

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Excerpt: “Sometimes, he would catch you staring at him from across the room, when you thought he wasn’t looking. You often fell asleep in his quarters, your head upon his chest as you shared his bed, your side becoming just that — yours. There might have been a time or two where he thought you were going to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. And you could never fucking stop touching his hand.”

Warnings: Cursing, poorly written fluffy-ness at the end since I can only write angst. Uh, I think that's it. 

A/N: If you want a part two tell meeeeeee

Poe Dameron wasn’t a man who believed in fate. He absolutely didn’t believe in destiny, and soulmates felt like a silly, whimsical idea to him — something completely made up for the dramatics of a cheesy love story. He felt the same way about the concept of love at first sight, and there was once that he actually scoffed when he heard someone use it to describe their own romance.

He remembered his mother telling him, when he was just a boy back on Yavin 4, barely old enough to remember, that he would know right away when he found the one he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He had believed her for a time, he supposed, but as he grew older, he almost seemed to resent his mother’s promise. True love didn’t exist. It wasn’t real, none of it was.

Poe believed that, maybe, you could grow to love another person, if you were committed enough to do so. Love existed, but not in the way it was made out to be in all of the stories, passed from one generation to the next.

But then, he met you, and his outlook on the entire thing suddenly changed.

There were no words in any language Poe could think of to describe the feeling that rose in his chest the first time he laid eyes on you. It had been a completely surreal experience for the pilot, one he never thought he would find himself personally in. His hands had started to shake with no warning, and butterflies erupted within his stomach in some sort of crazed frenzy that he wasn’t familiar with. He felt dizzy, and he remembered blatantly staring, Snap and Jess both laughing at him when his helmet had dropped out of his hands, clattering to the ground with an obnoxious bang that you were thankfully oblivious to.

And that was all before even speaking to you.

You had been the newest recruit at the time; a skilled pilot that would keep him on his toes, and offer him a healthy dose of competition, according to Leia. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was directly in charge of you, being a commander and all, he was positive that he wouldn’t have had the courage to introduce himself that day. His voice had not at all been cool and collected, like it usually was. No, it was far from that. He had stammered his way through some lame greeting, appearing as if he had never talked to a member of the opposite sex before.

But it had made you laugh, and he swore he remembered seeing a faint blush cross your cheeks. He also remembered thinking that he didn’t want another day to pass without hearing your laugh. Didn’t want another day to pass where he wasn’t the one making you laugh.

He could no longer deny love at first sight, because those were the only four words that came to mind when he thought of seeing you for the first time. Maybe soulmates really were a thing of reality, and maybe his mother had been right all along.

Except, it didn’t take long for Poe to notice the ring on your finger.

You were married, or rather engaged to another man. Someone who Poe still had yet to meet, even though it had been two years since you first joined the Resistance.

You didn’t talk about him much, even less now that you had been with the Resistance for so long. Poe knew that his name was Ben, and that you had gotten engaged at a young age. He knew that you two had met as kids, but other than that, he knew nothing of the man you were supposedly in love with. He obviously hadn’t joined with you, and the fact that you were okay with being apart from him for so long made Poe wonder if there was more to it than what you were willing to admit.

But, he never did pry. Poe might have become your best and closest friend, a relationship that didn’t take very long to develop, but he knew it wasn’t his place to.

Even so, he still couldn’t help but wonder why you stayed with the mysterious Ben character that Poe had grown to resent. You had mentioned going to visit him only once, which Poe had never believed for a second, but other than that, he was almost positive that you had had no other communication with him since joining. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it, but you continued to wear the ring on your finger day in and day out.

Poe swore that if it weren’t for that damned ring, you would have been his. Maker knows he was already yours, whether you knew it or not.

There were moments where he thought that you might want the same, but he was never sure. Sometimes, he would catch you staring at him from across the room, when you thought he wasn’t looking. You often fell asleep in his quarters, your head upon his chest as you shared his bed, your side becoming just that — yours. There might have been a time or two where he thought you were going to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. And you could never fucking stop touching his hand.

Even now, you were sitting next to him, under the wing of his X-Wing as rain poured down around you, your hand gently settled next to his. Barely touching, but enough for Poe to feel as if a rock was settled in the pit of his stomach as he let his nerves get the best of him. You would shift your hand every few minutes, laying it further on top of his until he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed more.

He slowly intertwined his pinky with yours, hesitating for another moment before he shifted again so that he was now halfway holding your hand. He nearly lost it when your fingers absentmindedly started to stroke his, even though it wasn’t the first time you found yourselves in a similar circumstance. But still, every single time you touched him, he lost all ability to think properly. You drove him mad, but in the best possible way.

But it was wrong. Holding your hand was wrong, letting you fall asleep on his chest was wrong. Putting his hand on your lower back as you walked around the base together was wrong, and putting his arm around your waist whenever you stood anywhere remotely close to him was wrong. Wanting you was wrong. You were engaged to someone other than him, no matter how badly he didn’t want you to be. It was wrong.

But he couldn’t pull his hand away. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to drop his hand back to his side.

“Why can’t I stop touching your hand?” he asked himself, voice no louder than a gentle whisper.

You, thankfully, hadn’t heard hum. You were staring straight ahead, your eyes far away from where you actually were, and Poe took a moment to admire your features for what must have been the thousandth time. A cold wind blew your hair around your face, and he had to suppress the urge to tuck the stray strands behind you ear. He had to suppress a lot of urges around you, and he would say that he had become fairly good at it.

There was however one urge that was becoming hard to ignore. He had prided himself in never prying, always letting you be the one to offer up information whenever you saw fit. But you were sending him mixed signals, and he didn’t know how much longer he could handle it before breaking.

He couldn’t tell if you wanted him to be your best friend, or your lover. If he were being completely honest, he would be whatever you wanted him to be. As long as he was in your life in some form or another, that was good enough for him. But, he couldn’t be both. Refused to be both, because he didn’t know if his heart could take it.

He thought that maybe his conscious certainly could. He had often thought about taking you to his bed to do more than just sleep, no strings attached, more often than he would like to admit. He thought about sneaking around in dark hallways, and fooling around in the cockpit of his X-Wing. He thought of taking you in the shower, having to slam his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. If he hadn’t been so head over heels for you, he wouldn’t have minded being your second man. Your second choice.

But Poe really didn’t want to be your second choice. He wanted you to want him — to need him as much as he needed you. He needed to take his shot, before the uncertainty and the mixed signals ate him alive. If you didn’t want him, he was sure that he could live with it. Having to go through life without you would be worse.

“I need you to tell me something,” he murmured, finally finding his voice. It didn’t sound as confident as he had hoped, but it was just slightly louder than it had been before.

You tore your eyes away from the treeline slowly, meeting his darks ones as the wind continued to whip around you. You inched your hand closer, moving to fully intertwine your fingers with is, and Poe felt himself pull back, causing a frown to make its way onto your lips.

“What is it, Poe?”

“Do you still want to marry Ben?” he asked before he lost the courage to, hating to even say the other man’s name.

You only blinked at him, not knowing how to answer his question. He gently bit his lip upon seeing the torn expression that crossed your face, but that small look of doubt was enough for him to press on.

“C’mon Y/N, be honest with me. Is there a single part of you that still wants to spend the rest of your life with him?”

You again didn’t answer. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you tried to think of something to say, and Poe could tell that you were struggling. The fact that you hadn’t been able to answer him told you everything he needed to know, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“I don’t think that ring means anything to you anymore.”

“That’s not true,” you mumbled, shaking your head slowly.

“But isn’t it? For fuck’s sake, Y/N, when was the last time you even spoke to him?”

You quickly glanced at the ground, and he could tell that it had been longer than what you had originally told him. He was just about to ask you how long it had actually been when you answered his question for him.

“He left me on the day I turned twenty.”

“Three years ago? I thought you said — wait, hold on, left you? What do you mean left you?”

“It doesn’t matter what I mean, all you need to know is that he left me.”

Poe didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t mad that you had lied to him, not really. He was more hurt for you, and pained by the look in your eyes as you seemed to think back to that day. A short silence stretched between you, your eyes focused on the ground while his were focused on you. You were the first to break it, your gaze shifting up to his as a single tear rolled down your cheek.

“And at this point I don’t think he’s ever coming back to me.”

Poe pulled you into his arms without a second thought, one hand moving to entangle itself in your hair while the other found its place on the small of your back. He held you close to him, letting you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he gently rocked you back and forth, hoping the constant motion would help soothe you. Your small frame shook in his arms as soft sobs escaped your lips, and he couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten at the sadness he felt radiating off of you. He hated seeing you so upset, and he supposed that he was the cause of it. He had pushed you to tell him, even when he knew you didn’t want to.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he found himself mumbling, his lips finding your forehead to place a gentle kiss to your soft skin. “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, not wanting him to apologize. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I made you-”

“You didn’t make me do anything.”

You slowly pulled away, your hand letting go of the front of his shirt he didn’t realize you had been holding onto, bringing it up to wipe away the remaining tears from your cheeks.

“I’m not crying because of you. I’m crying because it just...feels so good to finally let go. I think the only reason I still wear this stupid thing is because I didn’t want to let go.”

Poe found himself smiling, though it didn’t last long. You spoke again, though this time you sounded more angry than hurt.

“And I’m crying because I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Hey, don’t say that about yourself.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it? I mean, I lied to you-”

“I don’t care.”

“-and I pretended to still be engaged to a man who left me for complete bullshit-”

“Still don’t care.”

“-all because I thought that he might change his mind. I thought that maybe he would miss me enough to make the right decision, but he’s so fucking — he’s just so — ugh, dammit!”

Poe frowned at your words, wanting to know what you meant by “the right decision”. What, or who, had Ben left you for?

He didn’t want to focus on that, though. There was something else on his mind that he thought was much more important.

“Do you know what I think would feel really good?” he asked you after a few moments of silence, a playful smirk making its way onto his lips.

“Kissing you,” you replied automatically, not seeming to really realize what you had said until it had already left your mouth.

Your words made Poe sputter — made him choke on air as he inhaled a sharp breath. Your eyes went wide as your brain finally registered what you had said, but you couldn’t find the energy to care. Your answer had been truthful, afterall.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing your for a long time.”

Poe slowly seemed to regain some of his composure, his flirtatious and charming nature finding its way back into his veins. He coughed one more time before speaking, trying to play off how taken aback he had been by your comment, though he wasn’t fooling you.

“I’ve been thinking about doing a lot more than just kissing you, sweetheart,” he smirked, letting one eye fall shut in a quick wink that had you giggling, a sound he loved to hear. “But I think taking that ring off will feel just as nice.”

That earned him another giggle, and he took that as an invitation to grab your hand. He gazed into your eyes for just a second, checking for any sign of apprehension or hesitation, before letting his fingers come into contact with the smooth metal band around your finger. He slowly shimmied it off before pocketing it, an action that caused you to raise your eyebrows in question.

“Just in case you change your mind.”

You smiled. It was a thoughtful gesture, but you knew that you would be okay with never seeing the ring ever again. It also became clear to you, that if you were ever going to wear a ring on that finger again, there was only one man that you wanted to put it there.

You gently wrapped your arms around Poe’s neck, moving yourself to straddle his lap. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, as if they belonged there. As if it were the most natural thing in the world. It felt that way, truly. It felt nothing but right.

Poe beamed up at you, your nose gently brushing against his own as you moved closer to him. He closed the distance first, letting himself revel in the feeling of your lips underneath his for the first time.

The kiss was slow, deep, and held so much passion in just one simple movement. Years of yearning to feel your lips, and it was so much more than Poe had ever imagined. So much more, and so much better. He knew he would never grow tired of kissing you. Kissing you every single day, ten times a day, for the rest of his life would never come close to being enough.

You were the first to pull away, a small gasp leaving your lips as you disconnected yours from Poe’s. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was entirely new, like nothing you had ever felt before. You had never even come close to feeling as content or as loved or as whole. You wanted to stay there, in his arms, under the wing of his X-Wing with the rain and the wind for the rest of forever.

But, the rain was letting up, and the sky was darkening as the night dragged on. The last thing you wanted to do was freeze, though you were sure Poe could come up with a way or two to keep that from happening.

“Come on,” you grumbled with a sigh, standing from Poe’s lap and extending a ringless hand to him. “We need to get back to base.”

The other pilot pouted, his lips turned into a deep frown. “I wasn’t done kissing you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in mock dismay. “I bet you weren’t Dameron, but I really need to talk to the general about something and I can’t feel my cheeks anymore.”

“What do you need to talk to Leia about?” he asked, finally taking your hand and letting you help him hoist himself off the ground.

“Just something we’ve been dealing with for a while now is’all,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.

BB-8, who you had entirely forgotten about until that moment, opened the cockpit for you and Poe without having to be asked. You nodded your head at him in thanks, as Poe climbed in before reaching a hand out to you. Once in the small cockpit, you began to situate yourself in his lap when you felt his lips meet your neck in a brief, chaste kiss.

“Y’know, come to think of it, I need to talk to Leia too.”

Your turned your head slightly. “About what?”

Poe was wearing a goofy grin, his eyebrows playfully wiggling up and down as his gaze fluttered between your eyes and your lips. “Just need to make sure she’s okay with her best pilot asking her second best pilot out to dinner.”

“Who said I was going to ask you to dinner?”

“No, I meant — hey, wait a damn second, you are not her-”

You kissed him before he could say another word, effectively silencing him. You couldn’t help but smirk as you pulled away, his eyes trained to your lips as you spoke.

“You know, if I knew all it took was a kiss to shut you up, I would have started kissing you a long time ago.”

“You’re hilarious,” Poe deadpanned, shaking his head as if to clear his mind of the trance you had threatened to throw him into.

He fired up his X-Wing with ease, and you were home in just a few short minutes, the both of you stumbling from the cockpit before bounding through the base to reach Leia’s office first.

It honestly wasn’t very different from your normal behavior, but everyone you ran past could tell that things were now different between the two of you.

Firstly, because even though you were wanting to beat him in your little race, you couldn’t let go of his fucking hand.

And the familiar silver shine that had never left your finger from the day they met you was nowhere to be seen.

Some people traded sly grins while others traded credits, their bets on whether or not you and Poe would finally get together coming to fruition. You and Poe only traded boisterous laughs and, once in the privacy of a deserted hallway, another quick kiss before starting your search for General Organa again.

Leia wasn’t surprised when she saw your hand tightly wrapped in Poe’s. She also hadn’t expected it to take so long for Poe to make a move. She knew Poe had been smitten since day one, as it had been so plainly obvious on his face when she had helped introduce you two to another. She also had taken notice of how your eyes had lingered on your fellow pilot that first day.

It was inevitable. She had always known that the day would come where you both would succumb to your feelings for the other, but she couldn't help the bittersweet feeling that flooded her chest. Still, she didn’t hesitate to give her blessing, and Poe was so ecstatic and so utterly wrapped up in the relief of finally being able to call you his, he completely missed the slight look of sadness in the general’s eyes as she watched the two of you leave her office.

You hadn’t missed it, but you wouldn’t dwell on it. Wouldn’t even give it a second thought. Not now. Not in the next year, or the year after that.

Not when you, for the first time, felt such an intense and powerful love pour from another living soul. Love that you so well deserved — had always deserved.

A kind of love you had never gotten from Ben.

And certainly a love you would never get from the man who took his place.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #star wars #tros #tlj #tfa

[wonkookiemon]

Heat Pt. 2 (Namjoon x reader)

Masterlist

( a/n: it’s been a while y’all 😈🤷🏿‍♀️ xxxxx)

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: crude/mature language, PWP, sexual content, name calling, werewolf content, heat, mythology, dirty, filth, 18 and up.

> Heat pt. 1

You felt his presence first before he opened the door. The strong and powerful aura of a true alpha was in explainable. Your body trembled with need as he stalked slowly to the bed. Each step he took made the blood in your veins boil. A wanting whine escaped your lips unannounced when the bed dipped and his warm hand came up to caress your cheek .

“It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you” he whispered softly. His words were soft yet still the demand for your response to his statement was clear when his eye brow raised along with the movement of his strong hand gripping your chin.

“You’re going to wish you did this sooner, because what your about to feel won’t compare to any pleasure anyone has ever given you” you nodded your head in response quickly not wanting to lengthen the process because your words failed you.

“Good girl” he coed while caressing your plump bottom lip. “Now stand up so I can see you” he left your side to turn on the lamp in the corner. You quickly got up and stood as he did so your eyes lowering at the act. The feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed you. Being in the presence of a man you hardly knew since you were 5, and now here you were standing completely naked in your room and he didn’t even bat an eye.

Again your senses became heightened the very moment he stood before you. Your breathe hitched when he lifted your chin causing your eyes to meet his, no longer were they his usual brown but the ice blue of his wolf form.

Beautiful.....

“Y/n you drive me so crazy” he said through gritted teeth. Using the hand on your torso he pushed your hips forward to meet his hardened cock. “Do you feel that?” He gasped pressing harder into your soaked core. You bit your lip to suppress the moan that wanted to escape your lips.

“Stop fighting it” he moaned, his body shaking at the pleasure of finally having you in his arms. The hand that was gripping your torso glided up your back, your breast pushed towards his clothed chest. Your lips just a inch above his. Your quickened breathes mingled together as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Stop fighting....”

You don’t know who moved first next thing you know your lips were on his. Like a rehearsed dance Namjoon kissed your lips. Your mouth tingled at the warmth of his plush mouth neither of you breaking for air, he swiftly glided his tongue against your bottom lip. Breathe caught into your chest from lack of air you opened your mouth giving him access. He took the invite and invaded your mouth with his tongue. His lips moved sensually on your mouth pulling your tongue into his mouth skillfully. His forehead pressed against yours he kissed you faster, and harder.

Pulling away your eyes opened, you could feel the liquid gold filled your irises, the true color of your eyes reflected in his own.

“Get on the bed” he commanded his breathing erratic as he ripped his shirt off of his body.

Not wasting time you quickly got on the bed and waited as he discarded all of his cloths all but for his tightly fitted briefs. He climbed on the bed spreading your legs with his then ground his hips on your pussy. Your head slammed back into the pillow as a moan escaped your lips.

“Fuck” he muttered into your neck. He began to press kisses along your neck sucking in the supple flesh in his mouth, he continue to grind his hips and the friction sent you into a frenzy. Your hips lifted with each movement of his, the trapped breaths in your chest made you light headed as your hands gripped his torso directing his movements in direct line of your pulsating clit.

“Namjoon please” you whined looking into his eyes. Something snapped in him, you watched as his cool features went frantic, the crazed emotion his eyes displayed as you spoke these words.

He grabbed both your hands and raised them above your head, your back arching at the height where he placed your hands. He smirked at the way your breathe made your breast bounce. He took a moment to drink your body in before he leaned his head down to your chest placing your beaded nipple in his mouth. You watched as his mouth hollowed sucking in your nipple moaning as his sharp fangs grazed upon the soft skin. Letting go with a pop he moved to the other brushing his nose in the valley of your breast breathing in your sickly sweet scent he sucked in the skin before placing his mouth on your breast repeating the same motion. His mouth moved lower kissing every inch of stomach, the lower he got the more closer to your soaking wet pussy, his kisses became slower and softer.

“Namjoon” you moaned as your hips squirmed.

“Don’t fucking move” he rasped looking up at you he loosened his grip on your hands letting one drop down to your hips he pinned them down in the bed.

He teased you with his tongue first, by just lightly gliding it on your clit before he placed his whole mouth on your heated pussy. Nothing could ever prepare you for the feeling of Namjoon sucking your pussy sensually while still letting his tongue flick against your clit. You became a moaning mess the faster his mouth moved. Letting go of your arms completely he placed his hands underneath your legs before he raised them up giving him more access to your pussy. Looking back up at your he continued to ravish your pussy without breaking eye contact, your pussy gushed in his mouth no longer able to control the orgasm that ripped through your body. Screaming in pleasure your hand gripped Namjoons hair to push him deeper into your heat.

His ministrations slowed down as you rode out your orgasm your sensitive flesh spazzed as you tried to pull his head away from your pussy. He seemed to not even care as your fingers gripped his hair in attempt to pull him away. Instead he growled deeply into your pussy moving his mouth faster. Before you could come again he pulled away but not with out shoving two fingers deep into your pussy. Your hand fell to the side as he pumped his fingers with speed. He then curved his fingers upward hitting your g-spot directly. Your body trembled in pleasure as you moaned out his name in a breathless whisper like recited lyrics.

“Just like that baby” Namjoon growled, his hot breath fanned against your inner thigh as he continued to pump his fist.

“Look at you, such a fuck mess on my fingers” he said pulling his fingers out of you to show you how they glistened with your fluid. He then placed them in your open mouth and you sucked them eagerly. Opening your mouth to release his fingers you watched as his wet fingers rubbed your clit before he dipped them back into your pussy. Wanting to make your hands useful you reached in and gripped his hardened cock, stroking the head of his cock through his briefs. His hands stuttered for a second as his body shook in pleasure. Cursing under his breath Namjoon hips moved involuntarily against your hand. In a haisty motion you shoved your hand passed his briefs and gripped the heated skin of his cock. He moaned in pleasure while still trying to continue finger fucking you.

“Please, if you keep touching me I’m going to cum” he painted against your thigh.

“Then hurry up and get inside me” you gritted out.

“Shut your fucking mouth” he growled biting your thigh. You bit your lip at the pain of his teeth piercing your skin.

“Yes alpha” you cowered a the authoritative tone in his voice, his eyes softened slightly seeing the slight fear in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I really trying not to loose control right now, I don’t want to hurt you.” He said more calmly.

“I can handle it” you said cupping his cheek before leaning back into your elbows.

“Okay well this might hurt a little” he said before taking off his briefs in one swift motion. Your thighs squeezed together as you ogled at the size of his cock. Your pussy clenched on nothing as you watch him spit on his hand, he stroked his cock slowly before pulling apart your thighs and gliding his cock between your wet folds. His jaw tightened and his brows furrowed in concentration. Your hips moved on their own accord pushing the head of his cock inside your wet lips. He then pinned your hips to the bed and in one motion he entered you. You then felt the pain of his cock stretching your tight pussy. His head tilted back as a groan escaped his mouth. Moving forward he ground his hips sensually letting his cock sliding in and out of your pussy slowly, your hands clawed at his back the faster his hips moved. The pain subsided and burst of pleasure tingle throughout your body, Namjoon’s body then collapsed on top of your body his hips still thrusting deep. You could feel his breath fanning your exposed neck as he began to pound into you. Pulling his cock out fully he slammed into you roughly, he continued the slow yet hard thrust repeatedly till your pussy tightened. His hand reached for your neck as he quickened the continued the brutal fucking, he growled into your neck still keeping the pace. Looking up at you Namjoons eyes asked for permission as he glanced at you neck.

“Do it” you said breathlessly.

Nodding his head at your reply Namjoon raised your body letting his cock slip out of you while he placed his body against the head board with you placed on top of him and lowered your hips filling you deep with his cock.

“Fuck” he muttered as you moved your hips sensually causing him to go wild. He gripped your waist and began to thrust with the movement of your hips. You lowered your head for a split second and watched as his cock moved inside you. Lifting your head with his free hand Namjoon cupped the back of your head and pushed your lips into his. Your mouths clashed in heated passion, neither of you could contain the moans that slipped through the kiss as Namjoon continued to grind his cock into your pussy.

“So fucking wet for me, all mine all fucking mine” he whispered in your lips. Quickening his pace Namjoon fucked you senseless his hand still gripping the back of your neck he pulled you close to his mouth and let his teeth graze your neck.

Slowing his hips down to an agonizingly slow pace your pussy tightened around his cock causing a deep growl to erupt from his mouth. Without hesitation his teeth sank in to the flesh of your neck, your body ignited in his arms. Every cell in your body boiled at the bite of your true mate. Your eyes flickered into the brightest yellow as he jaw clamped shut on the punctured skin before he pulled away with your blood still painted on his lips. Your bodies still moving sensually against his till you came hard on his cock in the heat of the moment your lurched forward and bit unto his neck, you could feel as Namjoon came deep inside, hot white ribbons coated your walls. His moaned ringing in your ear as your jaw released its grip on his neck. That’s when you heard his deep voice echo into your head.

Mine

“Yours”

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[purplellamanator]

Drabble Request 🤗

3. Royalty AU- Marriage Law - every royal must marry a commoner chosen by the advisor to keep the bloodlines clean

So this ask is for @jaroslavlewis Sorry it took so long but thanks for the request and I hope you like it 😁

Ran couldn't really make out what all the craze was about. The frenzy that overtook all young maidens and unhinged their kingdom within a day. She knew what caused it but that was completely different to understanding why.

The prince of their kingdom- Prince Shinichi, was to be wed by the end of the week. See, in their world, there was a law. A law that stated any royal had to be married by the evening of their 18th birth year. The issue was, the prince didn't have any desire to follow the law or tradition. And by his absence and refusal to leave his palace, it was clear to Ran that he really didn't care all that much about his people- hence why she could care less that he needed a bride.

The one law that had pushed their small village into madness however was that Prince Shinichi would not be choosing his bride. And his bride would not be another Royal. She would be a commoner. A commoner that was singlehandedly chosen by the Senior Advisor appointed to the family by the King himself.

The news had been spread on a piece of parchment that had been signed and notarized by His Majesty himself. In which a parcel was delivered to each home in the kingdom, declaring that each maiden shall present herself before the King's Senior Advisor so she may undergo an examination. What this examination entailed, Ran did not know nor did she care.

She too had recieved her parcel as well, of course. But Ran also knew there was no way she would be declared the Prince's soon-to-be wedded wife. She was a poor, farm girl. Along with her father, they lived in the outskirts of the kingdom; so far in the woods in fact that Ran had been hoping the King's decree would've missed her tiny, farm home. But alas, apparently even she was worthy enough to be considered a canidate in this freak show.

Honestly, she thought she would be excluded. There was no one in this entire Kingdom that really liked her or her father. That's why they were able to find solace on a property that was on the border of entering a new territory. They were shunned.

Her father used to be a wealthy man. According to him he used to live in the palace and work directly under the Senior Advisor himself. But something happened. Her mother took ill not long once she was born and soon after . . . she passed on. It ruined her father and having nothing else, he took to drinking. He drank so much in fact that he lost his position as head of the Royal Guard. Or so he said but no one ever really believed him; nobody but her anyways.

With her father's incapacitated state however, it was her job to make their living. She did all the chores, farmed all the crops, handled all of the finances. Things that apparently a woman shouldn't be doing but Ran didn't care what others thought of her. She was smart and she was very capable. She was thankful she could take care of herself. She didn't need friends. She didn't a husband. She just needed her farm and her father.

But when she answered the door that one day and read the parchment that had been rolled tightly and left at her doorstep, she wanted to tear it to shreds. How dare they summon her? What was the point of it anyway? She wouldn't be chosen. She was poor. She had little to no dowery to offer. Overall, it would be a waste of not just her time, but the Senior Advisor's. The punishment for ignoring such a decree however was not something she wanted to deal with. She decided she wouldn't ran from it. Ran would show up but that didn't mean she had to try.

Even now as she walked around their small village, her eyes looked around her in slight disgust. All of these young women fawning over jewelry and makeup. Others were waiting in line at the seamstress' so as to request a fine gown. Ran wouldn't waste such precious pounds on that. It was all so absurd. These women bustling about and scratching at each other's eyes to impress a single man that couldn't have a care in the world about them.

She pitied them. To be so blinded by the idea of royalty and to be a princess. Ran would be lying if she said she never had those kinds of dreams before but it was always something that came of her desire to be loved. She had no want to be this man's breeding mare. She had no craving to be in a loveless marriage.

Yes, she did pity all of these women.

"This one will do."

Ran felt her heart shatter as her eyes widened impossibly and she took a defensive step back.

"W-What?" she forced out from the breath that heaved out of her chest.

The Advisor did not seem bothered by her reaction at all. He simply turned to the guards that had once checked them in and gave a wave of his hands at the surrounding women. "Take them away," he so callously dismissed the rest of the room.

Ran couldn't believe what was going on. Horror not really having a chance to set in, she was honestly more shocked at the moment. Mouth hanging open, she stared with wide eyes at the other maidens as her hand clenched into a fist close to her chest.

W-where were they going? Why weren't they taking her as well?

Feeling bile rise up in her mouth, Ran thought she would spill her breakfast all across the palace floors.

"Well, girl? This way," the Advisor ordered without sparing her a glance and still walking. "We don't have all night for you to faint from happiness."

Ran knew instantly the last comment had been said in sarcasm. Senior Advisor Megure Juzo had detected her distaste for the crown Prince the moment she was forcibly introduced to him. He knew the maiden had meant it as a jab; as a sign of disrespect. Much to her disappointment however, it did anything but. The Senior Advisor found it nothing short of amusing.

She had arrived wearing the oldest and most used garment she could pull from her wardrobe. It was something she wore quite often when she cleaned around the house and did her chores. She had been the only maiden to dare show up wearing skirts made out of linen with stains that were pressed deep into the fabric and not even days of washing could take away. She had also been the only one to wear stockings and riding boots that laced up the front. All in all, she dressed like she would for a regular day's work on the farm. It had all the other maidens dressed in fine silk and wearing the guadiest jewels laughing at her.

Ran didn't care though. The funniest thing to her was that they had all stuffed themselves into corsets only to be dismissed and corralled out like a bunch of cattle. The only thing that would add to the humor was if she would be able to join that herd of mindless cattle.

Gosh! She knew her fashion statement would draw attention but she thought it would only be the wrong kind of attention.

Now she was standing uncomfortably in the main hall, hands griping the fabric of her skirts as she was on the verge of tears.

When the Advisor realized that she was still not following, he turned back to her with a raised brow.

Finally finding her voice, she said, "I-I think there's been a mistake." Her hands were now wringing her linens in a panic. Her bottom lip trembling and her eyes watering to the point she almost couldn't see.

The soft and broken expression she bore made the man sag. She was scared. He could see it and though it was quite unusual and not the reaction he had been expecting, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

Advisor Megure walked back over to her and though he didn't mean it to, he knew his prescence was intimidating to her. If possible, her head lowered further as she stared at the ground and he could feel her shrinking back.

"Do you know what my job is?"

His question surprised her and slowly, she looked at him while blinking away tears. "You're the Senior Advisor," she answered between sniffles as she brushed the moisture from her eyes with her fingers. "Appointed by His Majesty, you are to advise on the highest of concerns when it comes to government policy and law.”

The older man's dark brows rose at her knowledge. He could gather that she had a brain about her. That and though it was insanely foolish of her to risk the Royal family's wrath with her disrespect, it was also extremely brave what she did with the little stunt of her fashion statement. But now he was fully confident in his decision.

"And that is why I chose you," he responded cryptically before turning to walk away again; this time expecting her to follow.

Features scrunching in confusion, she hurried behind him to catch up and so as to not get left behind. "I don't understand. . . " she spoke softly from behind him.

Still not bothering to face her, he said, "It is my job to pick the future bride to Prince Shinichi and in doing so, also the next ruler. I take my duty with the utmost seriousness and consideration." Pausing he turned his head slightly so she could catch a glimpse of the slight narrowing of his eyes. "And I don't make mistakes."

Ran froze at the stern glare and was instantly reminded of her earlier words. The stare also happened to remind her of someone very important.

"M-my father?! What will happen to my father?!" she demanded to know. She couldn't live here. She couldn't abandon him. She was all he had and her father couldn't take care of the farm let alone himself. Just the thought of being taken away from him had her eyes watering once more.

"He will be well accommodated."

Well accommodated? What did that mean?

Advisor Megure didn't seem to feel the need to elaborate because they had already reached their destination.

Ran had never been in the Royal Palace before so she had no idea where he had been taking her. Honestly the last thing she had been expecting were bed chambers. But whem the door before him was opened and he stepped aside to let her walk by, she realized that's what it was.

It was all so extravigant that the room could've been mistaken for her sitting room back at home. It was rather large but what took up most of the space was the giant bed that was at the center of the left wall. There were doors to what she could only assume was a balacony and off to the side she could only assume that was a bathroom. There was even a fireplace.

"I will let you get settled. Your handmaidens will be up shortly to properly. . . dress you," he trailed off while looking at the clothes she was wearing again. With that, he had taken his leave and shut the door tight behind him.

Now being left with nothing but utter and complete silence, Ran stared at the shut door with disbelieving eyes. Heart racing, she made quick steps towards the door and tugged it open only to slam it shut when she saw the forms of two guards patrolling the halls outside her door.

Back leaning against the shut door, Ran held a shaky hand to her head. She didn't know what she was going to do. She thought she was going to be sick. This couldn't be happening. This all had to be some misunderstanding. A punishment! It had to be a punishment for acting so crassly with the Senior Advisor; for not even trying. Advisor Megure would be back any moment to let her know this had all been one giant farce.

But as she stood there bracing her weight against the sturdy wood of the door, she realized how ridiculous she was being. She was stuck. The law declared that a maiden would be chosen to wed the Crown Prince, and the law chose her. Features crumbling, she slid down the door and curled her legs against her chest. Heart aching terribly, all she could do was press her face into her knees and weep.

What was she going to do? What could she do? And what about her father? Would she ever get to see him again? Then there were all her things back at home. She didn't have any friends but there was still her horse that she helped raise since young. Sobs bursting from her even more roughly, she couldn't help but feel frustrated. She was being forced to abandon everything she cared about or owned. It wasn't fair. She wasn't royalty. This shouldn't be her duty. This shouldn't be her burder to bear with such a lousy Prince.

Frustration reaching a boiling point, she stood to her feet and quickly brushed the tears away from her face. The Advisor said that her handmaidens would be up to properly dress her. Ran wasn't really sure how much time that would give her so she knew she had to move fast.

Racing to the balcony, she flung the doors open. Not wasting another second, she was leaning over the railing looking all over for anything that may be useful. All she needed was something to be able to grapple on. Often she had got in quite a lot of trouble as a child for climbing on the trellis just outside her bedroom window. Her father had always warned her that she'd one day fall and hurt herself. She never did though and she never heeded his warning. So though she was by no means on the ground level and a drop from this height would surely be lethal, Ran was not frightened nor was she worried.

There was no trellis though there was a nearby light pole. She wasn't crazy enough to rely on that alone but there were some hedges just below it and though the fall would be uncomfortable, it would be enough to carry her weight.

Gritting her teeth in determination, she swung one leg over the railing. Soon she was standing with her back pressed tightly against the railing; her hands gripping it from behind so as not to fall too early. Now all she would have to do was slide over so she would be closer to the pole. Taking a deep breath, she loosened her grip.

"Hey!"

The loud intrusion startled her so badly. She hadn't known someone had been watching and on top of that, she had the fear of getting caught. Nerves working in overtime, she became frantic. She had to move now. If she didn't she would be stuck. Trying to be fast she just so happened to go . . . too fast. And to her horror, she lost her grip on the railing.

Mouth dropping open in a startled gasp, she lost her balance and soon she felt the beginnings of a freefall. Terror gripped her heart but sadly all she had time to think to do was scrunch her eyes shut tight and try to grapple for some kind of leverage. The beginnings of a scream were working its way up her throat when all of a sudden her flailing hand was being snagged.

Throat constricting painfully and eyes slammed shut in terror, Ran was still bracing herself for making contact with the very firm ground that no doubt laid beneath her. Mind catching up finally, she slowly peeked her eyes open, still frightened by what she would see. Swallowing hard though, she realized that she was dangling from the balcony and that someone was gripping her forearm tightly.

Breaths coming shallow as she took a moment to look at the cobblestones that would’ve done more than broke her fall, she finally looked above her at her savior.

"Don't just hang there! Grab my arm!" he demanded hurriedly.

Snapping herself back to her present situation and realizing how dumb she was for just staring at him in shock, she raised her other arm to the edge of the balcony where he quickly grabbed her there and pulled her back over the railing. Once she was up and with solid ground below her feet and not just air, her breathing became heavy and her eyes watery. Her limbs felt shaky and jittery all over and she was crossed between having a mental breakdown and just being in shock of what just happened.

Suddenly firm hands were gripping her on her arms near her shoulders. She didn't really focus on it until he gave her a light shake to jar her.

"Hey? Are you okay?"

Gulping she caught a glimpse of the edge of the balcony before her eyes were shooting away again. Slowly, she gave a small nod. Clearly, she still hadn't been able to wrap her head around what just happened.

"Gosh- are you insane?!"

His words and the change in his tone, had her eyes that had been staring blankly at his chest, rise up to look at him confused.

"Suicide is a permenant solution to a temporary problem!"

Ran's eyes got inexplicably large. It wasn't just his words but it was how angry he was. His blue eyes were glaring at her with frustration and his cheeks were turning a healthy shade as he continued to jerk her as if to shake some sense into her.

All she could do was stare wide-eyed at him. She had no idea who he was or where he came from but she easily took notice of how handsome he was. The only shame was that his features were being marred by his furious expression. But then suddenly his words finally reached her brain, and now her own face scrunched in puzzlement. Forcefully, she jerked away from his grip.

Admittedly, it was quite touching how his hands reached forward to catch her as if she were going to take a nose dive of the balcony again.

It was touching but totally misleading.

"I wasn't trying to jump off," she argued as if he were the one that had lost his mind.

"Oh, really?" he snorted and she knew that meant he didn't think much of her words. "Then why would you be hanging off the railing of a second story balcony?"

His arrogant and know it all attitude was really grating on her nerves and aggravatedly she grit her teeth and tightend her fists. "Because I was trying to figure out a way to escape this room that I'm being held in against my will so that I don't have to marry some pompous jerk that probably doesn't know the difference between his powdered wig and a rat!"

It was obvious he hadn't been expecting that response and he paused to blink at her steadily. The room was dead silent after that and immediately Ran felt her face go red. She had never said anything so rude before. And of her Prince at that. If the wrong person happened to hear her, she could be severly punished for saying such things- regardless if she were chosen to be his future bride or not.

And then to make matters worse, the doors to her chambers were suddenly thrown open and in ran two guards and Advisor Megure. The older man's eyes that had been narrowed in anger were suddenly wide in bafflement. That and once the guards must've took in the scene, they were instantly bowing their head down in apology.

Ran wasn't too sure what was going on but she had a bad feeling that they had burst in there knowing what she had planned to do. It made her uneasy about what the possible repurcussions would be. It was a failed attempt, so she wouldn't be reprimanded to harshly. . . right?

"You should not be in here." The Advisor's voice came out loud and burly. It also happened to not be directed at her which caught her off guard. She thought surely she would be the one getting scolded. Not this stranger that very well just saved her life.

The man in front of her that didn't look much older than her, gave Megure a half-lidded glare. "Is that anyway to address me?" The words had a hint of a joke behind them and Ran got the feeling he didn't really mean his words. His blue eyes were flickering to their audience instead. It clearly annoyed the Advisor but with a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the two guards that had joined him in storming her bedchamber. The fact the boy whom she didn't know began talking once they were alone told her that that was what he had been waiting for.

"You might want to tell Toyama-san to get ahold of her ladies. This maid over here was trying to jump from her balcony," he jabbed his thumb beside him in her direction and Ran's mouth dropped open, appalled at the accusation. "You're lucky I had been on my balcony at the time," he directed at her with narrowed eyes.

Well now it made a little more sense. As to why she had gone from being absolutely alone to suddenly someone yanking her and tugging her over the railing of her balcony. But one thing needed to be made clear. . .

"I was not trying to kill myself," she reaffirmed while jabbing a finger at him. He only stared at her disbelievingly so she felt the need to add on. "And if it hadn't been for you startling me, I would've never lost balance in the first place."

"What?" Now he actually looked really annoyed. "I saved your life!"

"Yeah, after you endangered it," she stubbornly retorted.

"Enough!" The loud baritone of the Advisor had both of them silencing immediately. The boy with a scowl and a glare; the girl with a small blush of embarrassment from being scolded.

"Now I don't want to nor do I care to know what happened, but must I say again- you cannot be in here," the Advisor enunciated firmly and with the utmost seriousness.

Surprisingly, the other did not argue. Instead he clenched his jaw and nodded firmly before saying, "Remember what I said about Toyama-san."

That had Ran thinking about something else he was misunderstanding. To be honest she didn't care to correct him.

Apparently she didn't have to anyway.

Much to the younger two's bafflement, the older man began to laugh. They could only watch him incredulously thinking he had lost his mind.

"She is not a maid," he finally got out around some small chuckles. "She is your bride."

Both of the young adults froze, startled at the words the Senior Advisor had just uttered. Stunned, they both looked at each other but when they realized that was what the other intended to do as well, they both averted their gaze with a scorching blush.

Her savior didn't have to be told anything this time, because in a flash he had bolted from the room and Ran was still staring embarrassedly at the floor.

"Oh, you'll be a good Queen for Shinichi-kun." Then the man was losing himsef in his laughter once more.

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[parkerscardigan]

Auntie Tasha

(To preface, this is a very quick and rough version of a fanfic. I’m a bit out of practice with writing but I need to practice before school starts again in a few weeks. I don’t feel like formatting this to fit a normal dialogue so I’m just posting it like this. I hope y’all don’t mind)

Morgan woke up in the morning, the same way she had woken up for a long time. She had been dreaming about her dad again. They were playing out in the backyard, running around and laughing. When they went inside, he disappeared and she woke up. She got out of bed and walked downstairs, expecting to see another visitor. It had been 2 months since he left and every day someone new was stopping by to see her and mommy. Almost every one of them was someone from Dad’s stories. Peter came by for dinner all the time to see her. He played with her just like daddy did. Today, however, was different. She crept down the stairs to sneak up on her mom but saw her crying instead. Morgan snuck around the couch and screamed “Hug attack!” She threw herself onto Pepper, who was trying to quickly brush away her tears. “Goodmorning ma’am. Did you sleep okay last night?” Morgan nodded her head and smiles, remembering her time with her father.

 “Mommy I decided who I want to be for Halloween.” Pepper laughed, “Already? Morgan sweetie it’s only August. You still have time.” Morgan smiled and replied, “Nope! I decided. Guess who I’m going to be.” Pepper thought for a moment, speaking through her theory, “Well last year you were Belle, and the year before that you were a pumpkin, so I’m going to guess… an alien? I saw on the news that everyone wants to be one this year.” Morgan giggled “You’re a silly mommy. I want to be Auntie Tasha!” She jumped off Pepper’s lap and started leaping around the room firing fake guns and tasing people. Morgan walked back up to Pepper, who was staring at her with the most loving smile she could give. “I think it’s a great idea. How about we start your costume soon so that you can play in it too when people come to visit?” Morgan squealed with excitement as Pepper continued, “However, you have to eat breakfast first. What do you want?” Morgan sat down next to her mom, “I want pancakes” she exclaimed. “Again?” asked Pepper “That’ll be the third time this week.” Morgan stood up on the couch and raised her fists. “Pancakes!” Pepper laughed, picked her daughter up, and started towards the kitchen. 

Weeks went by, and Pepper and Morgan had been hard at work on the costume, down to every last detail. Luckily they had unrestricted access to the Avengers files so they could make a perfect replica for Morgan to wear on Halloween. Pepper took a picture just before leaving to trick or treat and sent it to Peter to put on the official Avengers social media pages he started. When they got back to the house, Pepper checked her phone to see eleven messages from Peter. At first, she got a lump in her throat, and her mind made her think of the worst. He was directing her to the page he started in a frenzy, saying she needed to see this. She sat Morgan down in front of the TV to watch the Halloween specials. She opened her laptop and went to the official Avengers Twitter page. 

Pepper’s fears had been for nothing. As she stared at her screen smiling, a tear rolling down her cheek, she called Morgan over, “Hey little miss! I have something to show you!” Morgan came bounding over jumping up and down on a sugar high. Pepper lifted the ecstatic girl into her lap and started scrolling down the page. Peter had reposted hundreds of replies to their tweet, all with pictures of kids just like Morgan, dressed up as Auntie Tasha for Halloween. Peter had made a thread of every single person in a costume of one of the fallen Avengers, and it made headlines everywhere. The trades were reporting that it was the largest surge in popularity for something since the mermaid craze of 2019. People everywhere started posting their stories of how Natasha Romanoff, an ex KBG operative, an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D., an avenger, saved their lives both directly and indirectly. 

Morgan went to bed the happiest she had in a long time, all because she found out that everyone loved her Auntie Tasha just as much as she did.

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[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Liar, Liar. ( Park Jinyoung )

Pairing: Im Jaebum × Reader × Park Jinyoung

Genre: Angst

Warning: Smoking, choking.

Honestly dating Jaebum Im was a dream come true. He was the chic and sexy leader of an amazing group, he was an amazing singer and he was just great in bed. But you had your couple fights, and they were getting more frequent.

One moment you were at each other's throats, full blown yelling and screaming at each other, the next his hand is wrapped tightly around your neck and you're around his member angrily going at it.

Sometimes you felt that both of you were done for. That there was no love left in the relationship for you to continue together. That maybe, both of you were just staying together for the sake of staying together. You weren't his love, you were his addiction. After him, bedrooms were a place only for sex and sleep. Clubs were a place to grind and restaurants were a place to show off. Both of you knew your relationship had ended a while ago but you both stuck around for some unspoken reason.

But you didn't think it was this bad.

You had walked into his apartment, after the previous night's fight, a small flower in hand as a peace offering. You decided wearing a normal hoodie dress would be enough.

You saw him. Lazily sitting on the couch, unbothered by the jingling of your spare set of keys. His head lulled back, in what you later found out, pleasure, as a random girl you had never seen before slowly rode him. His groaned slightly, his head never leaving the head rest of the sofa that you had been on multiple times yourself. The girl, annoyed by his lack of emotional interest, still rode him because if Jaebum was anything, he was on heck of a lover.

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets and tears welled up in your eyes. You always had a feeling that JB was cheating on you but you didn't think your relationship was that tarnished yet. You ran out of his building and into the next, with the dorms of all the other members.

You banged the door like a mad woman. Your hand falling through and onto a chest as your tears crowded your eyes. Not knowing who, you fell straight into their arms, now completely breaking down.

"Y/N, sweetheart are you okay?" Your brain slowly registered that it was Jinyoung, his voice was deep and raspy meaning he had just woken up. Considering it was 11:00 PM you were feeling guilty for waking him up.

"No Nyoung, I'm not" you sobbed. His choice of grey t-shirt to bed was now soaked. He pulled you in slightly and held you close. He closed the door behind you and Switched places with you, sliding down the smooth wooden door till both of you were sitting on the floor holding each other.

You were still sobbing. Jackson padded out to the living room to see you and Jinyoung huddled up close with you sobbing into his t-shirt. He looked at Jinyoung, his eyes filled with concern and his heart slightly breaking looking at your condition. He waited for a slight nod from him and then walked back into his room with a heavy heart not wanting to intrude, but he knew deep in his heart that you were crying because of Jaebum and so did Jinyoung.

"What did he do now?" He asked as he slowly slid his flat palm down your back repeatedly in a soothing manner. His raspy voice calming you as he slowly stroked the back of your head.

"He-he.. Cheated" you managed to splutter out. Jinyoung froze for a second. You felt his chest tightening in anger, before he continued to stroke your hair.

"Leave him. Please..." He spoke once again, his voice slightly cracking. You sniffed and looked up. His puffy eyes were slightly red, and tears were welling up in his eyes too.

"Nyoung don't cry, it's me who's heart is broken, not yours" you shifted your position, now sitting directly on his lap, with both your legs to his side .

"Oh but it's mine too" he slowly whispered.

He abruptly stood up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and yelled in surprise. As soon as he stood up, you lowered yourself onto the ground again. He reached behind you and grabbed some keys and reached for the door handle.

He opened it and wrapped his hand around your wrist before pulling you out of the house and slamming the door shut. You were rushed into the elevator, Jinyoung putting on a mask and you his your head in your hoodie as more people entered the life. An awkward silence ensued, the elevator music jingling in the background. The elevator dinged at the garage entrance and Jinyoung once again wrapped his fingers around your nimble wrist pulling you out again.

He walked upto the car, opening the door for you before walking back to the driver's seat and just began to drive. The various tall buildings in Seoul whizzed past you in a blur of light. You didn't know if it was because of your tears or because Jinyoung was driving fast. But it felt right.

You lowered the glass window, the cold, cold air hitting your face, like a cold splash back to reality. You had fallen out of love a long time ago. Just keeping up with Jaebum for the sake of being together. The cool air of the dark, dusky night calming you, cooing you to stop crying over spilt milk.

But in this case the milk was spilt, spoilt and almost non existent.

You turned to look at Jinyoung, his eyes carefully watching the road. His hands were jittery in what you presumed was anger. You placed your hand on his forearm, suddenly jerking him into reality.

He smiled at you and looked back at the road, being the good responsible person that he is.

He drove upto a viewing point, amongst other couples who had shown up. He killed the engine and opened the door, stepping out into the cool night. You mimicked his actions.

He suddenly reached out into his back pocket, grabbing a packet of cigarettes, lighting one and taking a long drag. You looked at him confused before thinking fuck it and walking towards him.

You reached for the pack of cigarettes, grabbing them from his hand and throwing them down the hill. He whined slightly in protest but just took Another drag from the one he already lit.

You, feeling exceptionally brave this night, reached for the cigarette already pressed between his lips, moving it to your, closing your eyes and letting the smoke unravel you.

"I didn't know you smoked" he said, a slight smile to his pained voice.

"I could say that same" you walked to the bonnet of the car, laying down on top of it. Playing with the cigarette with your lips. He plucked it out of your lips and took a last drag before disposing of it.

Jinyoung knew what he was about to do was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself any longer.

In an adrenaline crazed frenzie, he slowly pressed his lips to yours. You froze. His breath smelled like mint from his toothpaste and the cigarette the both of you just smoked. You knew this was wrong. You just did. But your body reacted in a different way. Eyes fluttering shut, lips pursing in a pout, hands finding his dark brown locks. It wasn't a heated make up. It was soft, and gentle and Nyoung treated you like you were made of glass.

"Leave him. He's treated you like shit these past few months. Come to me. I'll make you my queen" he said, a new found confidence in his voice. He laced his fingers with yours, placing his forehead on yours.

"Please... I can't see another day going past with you and him together" he pleaded, vulnerability evident in his voice.

He placed a kiss on your forehead. And sat back into the car. His hand still holding yours. The flower in your hoodie had gone missing somehow. The engine revved to life drive away from the cliff.

Driving right over the flower.

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[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

One Summer Day (weecest), pt.3

Repeating for anyone seeing this for the first time. Parts one and two are directly below or can be found under the tag of “one summer day” in my posts.

Warning: this part and the last are HIGHLY explicit, increasingly more so. Sam is 16. Parts one and two don’t get very explicit and work as a stand-alone if you’re more comfortable with a less shmex-ified weecest tale.

Okie, that is all.

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One Summer Day, pt.3:

Sam clutched his hands frantically over his lap, silently willing Dean to walk away, to get the sudden urge to take a piss…fucking anything that would give him even just a few quiet moments to regain his composure, to pull himself together…to think.

But Dean, to Sam’s dismay, sank to the bed again beside him with a long, unreadable sigh, sliding an arm around his shoulders and absently rubbing shivering circles into his upper back, the hypnotic touch only making matters worse for Sam as he swallowed anxiously, grasping at ideas as wild as pretending to come down with a sudden stomach flu while Dean sat silently pressed up against him.

“Hey…you…okay?” Dean finally asked very quietly, sounding actually significantly worried, and Sam jerked his eyes up from the floor, forcing out a small, nervous laugh.

“Wha-yes, what? No, I mean no I’m, yes I’m…everything’s fine.”

Boy, that had really cleared things right up.

Dean squinted at him, his expression uncertain, and Sam tried an awkward smile, mentally saying prayers to every possible deity in hopes that his brother would remain inebriated enough to not look down and put two and two together.

Decaying corpses, really old sushi, Bobby in a speedo…

He pulled up images of the least sexy things he could imagine, trying desperately to disturb himself down from his current predicament while Dean continued to survey him curiously, but Dean was…trailing across his bare arm again, now, feather-light touches that might as well have been directly on his cock, at least as far as his cock was concerned, and he huffed out a panicked cough, shifting his weight and subtly trying to pivot his lap into an angle that wasn’t so directly in his brother’s line of sight.

Dean’s fingertips suddenly stilled, twitching erratically, his thigh muscles clenching and unclenching against Sam’s own and his breath hitching audibly in the quiet room even though he tried, too late, to mask the sound by clearing his throat.

Sam stopped breathing completely for a moment in response, hastily trying to decide whether he should acknowledge the sudden shift from Dean or ignore it and which would be the best option for moving past it as swiftly as possible, not knowing or even feeling capable of caring at that particular moment what the reason behind it was…

Just needing the already huge amount of tension between the two of them to not get any huger and needing…desperately needing…for Dean to leave his personal space before something he wouldn’t even remotely be able to explain became disastrously obvious.

After opening and closing his mouth a few times at the carpet like a goldfish, he finally mumbled a shaky, “I, uh…y-you hungry? Maybe we should, ah, get-order…something.”

Someday, he would remaster the art of actually speaking, he was sure of it.

Dean exhaled slowly through his teeth, taking a long time to respond while Sam quietly continued spiraling closer and closer to a complete psychological breakdown, hating himself for having such an embarrassingly loose grasp on even the tiniest shred of self-control and wondering, with a painful jolt to his stomach, if Dean had noticed, and if that’s why he was-why he was-

“Hey, uh…it’s really…okay, Sammy,” Dean murmured on cue, his voice low and soft and edged with something else entirely, jumping Sam’s heart into his throat again and dragging his gaze in fragmented, uneven bursts unwillingly up to his brother’s face.

“…what’s…what’s, what?” he stammered through very shallow breaths, his chest shocking with little pricks of lust and fear at the poorly-concealed expression of want etched unmistakably into Dean’s features.

Fuck. Fuck. Was…

Wait-

Dean’s jaw twitched and then tightened, his lips parting ever-so-slightly and his eyes sliding, slowly, down to-

Sam’s blood turned immediately to ice and adrenaline, his knees instinctively trying to jerk up, to hide himself and his palms pressing into the mattress, scrambling to leverage himself away from Dean despite the fact that everything he was doing was only cementing his own guilt and...shit…fuck…he could have played it off as no big deal, he could have done literally anything else, and now Dean was going to think-he was going to know that-

Dean’s hand suddenly came down firmly on his thigh, flattening his leg to the bed again, and Sam choked out a sound of frightened surprise, daring to look up at his brother, his skin tingling all over with heightened nerves and his eyes wide, anxious, weed-hazy, and still fucking aroused…even now, even after that.

“Christ, Sammy,” Dean breathed, the timbre of his voice even deeper and rougher than it had been moments before, “I said it’s okay, not…I don’t know…the exact opposite of that.”

Sam gaped wordlessly, both despising and worshipping weed with a sudden new level of severity, a ragged inhale stuttering in his chest and his fingers closing bruisingly tight around the fabric of the blanket underneath him.

“You know, we kinda had to…run off right in the middle there,” Dean continued hurriedly, his tongue snaking out to wet his lips and his eyes drooping again to Sam’s crotch before he forced them over to focus on a square of the plaid comforter directly to Sam’s side, “I…yeah, I fuckin’ get it…jesus.”

He heeled his way closer to Sam, reclaiming the space that had been put between them during Sam’s miniature meltdown, and very distantly, Sam realized that his brother had to know it wasn’t about the girls…had to understand that if it was, Sam wouldn’t have reacted the way he did to Dean catching on…

But another part of him remembered, and really focused clearly on...for the first time...the way Dean had stared at him with Hannah, the way Dean had orchestrated that entire situation as a whole, in fact…the way Dean had reached for him just minutes ago…touched his hair so provocatively…reacted so…fuck, so vividly to his flustered responses…

He bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle a groan, his pupils expanding like spilled ink and his cock pulsing almost painfully under his shorts, not moving to shield his face from Dean or even to look away…caught up, fully entangled, in the arousal of his realizations and forgetting himself entirely.

As he refocused his vision, breathing in quick little pants that he couldn’t seem to control, he slowly, hazily processed the sight of Dean watching him, inches away, with sheer, undeniable lust…all pretenses ripped from his expression, the smile from mere seconds ago wiped from his mouth and replaced by a hungry, overwhelmed curl of a small, silent growl that tugged at his upper lip, pulling it to halfway expose his front teeth and clenching his jaw into hard, angled lines, his eyes burning, searing wildly, into Sam’s.

Sam sucked in a quiet gasp through pressed together lips, too high…too unfathomably turned on to question this anymore in the wake of Dean…jesus, like this…not knowing if he had lost his mind, not even caring as he collapsed to his back on the bed with a broken, breathy pant of “Dee-aan,” letting his hands fall from their clenched hold over the hard outline of his cock and actually twisting his face into a desperate, needy sob of a whimper, his hips bucking up slightly out of sheer instinct and his stomach coiling with fiery, braided strands of pure heat.

With a real growl this time, Dean was suddenly on top of him, swinging his leg over Sam’s hip to straddle him before connecting the length of their bodies in an immediate, desperate, grinding drag that Sam could feel all the way up to his teeth, ripping a primal, fuck-roughed cry from his throat that shuddered Dean’s torso and staggering his pulse, his blood pumping thick with burning, staticky need.

Dean was hiking his t-shirt up to his collarbone now with low, grated murmurs of “shh, fuck, jesus, it’s okay, god-just, fuck, Sammy, it’s okay, just let me, let me, I got’cha,” and the sound of his voice like this…dripping obscenely with dirtiness and sex, had Sam instantly convinced that he could cum untouched to that alone if he gave up all attempts at holding back…his head thrashing sideways on the pillow at the thought of that and his eyes squeezing shut for a moment against the blinding intensity of actually having this…of…oh my god…having this…for real.

“Dea-” he started, breaking it off into a long, frenzied moan as the rough pads of Dean’s thumbs slid over his nipples, his hips grinding down at the same time and whiting out Sam’s vision with electric shocks of pleasure, “fuckfuckfu-Dean, I, uhnn, d-don’t thi-fuck, I don’t know how long-”

He couldn’t finish, all words escaping him as Dean curled down with his pelvis in rapid, rough thrusts that slid them together at every sweet spot, twisting Sam’s thoughts into nothing but magnified, frantic need as Dean scrambled for his hands where they were clawing into the sheet, dragging them to the mattress above his head and pinning them there as he kept up a relentless drive of friction, his eyes actually crazed with it and his chest heaving around gasps and growls that were hotter than anything Sam had ever even come close to fantasizing about.

“Fuck, Sammy…yeahh, jesus, want you to, god, I can’t…you’re just…fuck, just…no, not now, not yet, need to-”

Dean eased back, widening his thighs and inching down a bit, his hands lifting from their hold over Sam’s to tug at the elastic waist of Sam’s swim shorts, pausing briefly like he was thinking he should stop before groaning impatiently, so fucking hotly, tearing at the fabric and sliding under the small of Sam’s back to actually physically lift him up and out of the shorts, yanking down each leg and finally tossing the shorts, in a crumpled heap, to the floor.

With a shivering inhale, he stilled completely, taking a long moment to rake his gaze down the length of Sam’s body, his lips opening and his eyes flooding with too much for Sam to even begin to catalogue before he hastily shed his own shorts, like an afterthought, tugging his shirt, then, up and over his head...his stare, sharp and unblinking, never leaving Sam.

-Leaving off SMACK in the middle…please don’t hate me. The last part will be with you ver.ver soon I PROMISE. I just wasn’t gonna come to an actual “ending the part” line for obvious reasons, cause they’re stuck in the hot and heavy *grins*, so this’ll have to do!

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[theatricalsorrow]

The Bang (Part 3 of 4)

An Original Short Story by Me

I definitely don’t belong here;  I am way out of my time. Kerith explains to me that she is part of a group called The Resiliency. They are people that had banded together after the world fell apart. Her small faction consists of Alonso, Taffy, Greg, Marcus, and Ginger. When I ask her what had caused the fallout, she gets a sad, faraway look in her eyes. Then she  laughs coldly, and shakes her head. “It wasn’t like they always predicted in books and movie, there wasn’t a nuclear war, or a zombie apocalypse, or even aliens.” It was science's fault through.

“Those high and mighty idiots thought it was high time we tried to genetically engineer some new animals to replace the old ones that were dying out; ones that were more resilient. Experiments had been going well... well, except more resilient must have also correlated with more aggressive.’ “The beasts were vicious.” Alonso spits.  “They’d rip apart anything in their way. They lusted for blood, and didn't even bother to eat what the killed half the time.” “S Why they should killed the things first, “ Greg mutters. “What happened with them,” I question hesitantly. “They got out of course; what else could have happened. The beasts tore the science teams to shreds and then started to work on whoever they came across in their rampage.” Kireth snarls. “So cities crumbled, and the military tried to destroy the things with missiles, trying so hard not to kill other humans as collateral damage. Of course, it didn't matter, what had been done, could not be fixed.” Kireth tells me that they biggest monsters had been successfully killed, but the smaller, more stealthy creature had survived and bred. Those ones were called Hounds because they have an excellent sense of smell and their hearing is extremely good. “So either you smelt like blood, or you're the one we heard laughing,” Taffy directs at me. My guilty face gives me away. “Figures.” The team left the subject alone through, and Kireth finishes her explanations of duties of each member of her faction. The only ones I haven’t heard are Ginger’s and Marcus’s; they are stealth operations, and sniping experts. “But why am I here then,” I ask when she is done. “Alonso said something about a Facility?” All The Resiliency members’ faces close off in anger. “The Facility is a dystopia where young, smart minds go to help ‘build a better future.’ They all know it’s not working through,” Kerith growls. “They had been trying to figure out how to reverse this mess. When they realized they couldn’t they decided to try and bring a scientist from the original experiment to this future because they might know a way to stop the Hounds.” In an instant, Kerith is up on her feet, pacing. “Every attempt to beam a scientist here through time has failed! They keep getting teenagers, and young adults from different era’s every single damn time! After an incident, where a five year old was ripped limb from limb in front of them, they gave up. Apparently, they’ve started trying again through, cause you're proof of that.”

I’m the product of a screw up?

“I- I was an accident? Can they send me back!?”I shout. “No, they’ve never sent anyone back. They just pull innocent people into this future to watch them die.” Kireth barks. “I’ve watched hundreds die at the jaws of those monsters out there, and then The Facility just keeps them coming! We need to stop them!” “I second that!” Alonso shouts “I back you too!” Taffy yells. Soon, all six of the squad members are in a frenzy of agreeing to take down The Facility. I feel fear again, as I watch their fury twisted faces. “Guys!” I yelp. “What about the Hounds.” They all fall silent. They glance at me with widened eyes and then tilt their heads to listen. A howl sounds in the distance. “Fuck.” Kireth hisses, and then she takes off out of the room. From the doorway, she barks orders at the other members. “Alonso! Get Tyler a prosthetic, some meds, and a good gun! Greg, how many mines do we have!?” Her words trail off as everyone springs into action and I’m lifted from the bed in Alonso’s strong arms, and placed on the floor by the trunk. He pulls out a surprisingly good looking prosthetic from the depths of the battered chest, and he begins to unwrap my leg. “This is gonna hurt, kid. Your legs not fully healed yet, so this is gonna rub and it might hurt a bit,” he uttered quickly. “I’m going to give you a shot of our best medicine through, and it’s gonna speed up the healing process in your leg. I warn you that even that’s gonna hurt through, and your cuts from the glass aren’t gonna get any better cause it targets one area.” Then a needle is jabbed into my thigh and I’m burning up. I cry out like wounded animal, and Alonso is telling me to focus on a good memory to help me through the pain. I think back to the moments before I ended up here:

Chai tea, busy city street, college, brisk morning. Kaylee, puppies, warm hugs. Police sirens, flash of light, PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN FEAR FEAR FEAR RUNNING I CAN’T ESCAPE

I gasp in oxygen like a starved man. I’m gripping Alonso’s arms in a death grip, and there are tear tracks in the grime on my face. “There you go, kiddo,” He says calmly. Then he slips on the prosthetic, and it lights up in blues and greens. I am stuck by how advanced this technology must be. “Heh, funny face you got there, kid. Must be a surprise to see how far things have come even if we screwed it all up. This is gonna adhere to your leg, and then connects itself with you're neurons and nerves so that it feels like a genuine leg.” “Yeah, prosthetics, weren't anything like that where I came from, “ I try to laugh. “Once it finishes attaching, we gotta get you up and a gun in your hands so that you can fight.” This time the laugh comes out, but it’s as crazed as the one that got me in this mess. “You’ve never shot a gun before, have you?” Even he’s panicking now. “Of course I have!” I giggle through my  clenched teeth. “City boy? We all know how to shoot guns and hunt!” “I’m so sorry kid.” Then there’s a needle in my arm this time, and a yellow fluid is being pumped into my bloodstream. “What did you just-” My fear and anxiety is gone. I feel as if  every one of my senses has been heightened, and I could fight a thousand armies. “We need every hand we can get, kid. I’m sorry, that stuff changed the functions in you're amygdala, the emotion center of the brain, and is stimulating your thalamus. It’ll wear off in like 15 minutes, but until then you’ve gotta be a brave soldier.” He’s... crying? Why is crying? He seems distressed, but I don't have time to find out why, I need a weapon. “Don’t die kid, I’ll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't rush in like an idiot.” “Alonso! Get out here with Tyler!” Kireth shouts. “We’re coming!” Alonso replies. “Stay safe kid,” he says only to me. Then we are walking down a long stone corridor, and a rifle is put in my hands. I’m given instruction about how to use it, and then I’m on a metal balcony overlooking the street. “Shoot anything that’s not human,” is the only instruction I’m given, issued by Taffy before she runs off. I’m ready to kill. The shrieks and wails we had heard earlier are louder now. I observe the surrounding area to find the where the Hounds could possibly come from. Below, there is a courtyard; it’s a dry, barren square of dirt about 50 feet square.  Branching off from it are 3 alley ways, all of which I can see down from my tactical position on the balcony. Two of them lead to streets, the one directly in front of me allows me to  see the chainlink fence that had led to me setting off the mine that blew my leg off. I don’t feel anything for that thought, but a small part of me thinks I should? I don't have to time to linger inside my own head because the first explosion signals the Hounds approach. It occurs to me, as I put the scope of the rifle level with my eye, that I don't actually know what a Hound looks like, and despite the fact that I was just given a basic overview on how to work a gun, what are the chances I’ll be any good? A slight frown of confusion tugs as my lips as I peer through the scope. There's another explosion to the right and I turn my attention to it, and the yelps of pain. Something moves in the smoke; I pull the trigger on the rifle.

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