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wonusite · 5 months

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The Thing About Pretty Boys

❝ You’re convinced that pretty boy Seonghwa could never fuck anyone stupid. He decides to prove you wrong. ❞

PAIRING: park seonghwa x female reader

GENRE: friends to lovers au, smut

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: pwp, repressed feelings, overuse of the word pretty (sorry not sorry), seonghwa is HUNG, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!seonghwa, mentions of anal, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple creampies, backshots, squirting, dumbification, possessiveness, breeding kink, overstimulation

A/N: this has been long overdue, and i hope you guys like it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

“There’s no way.”

Your incredulous snort makes Seonghwa pause. He whips his head in your direction, pretty frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. You keep laughing, keeling over until your loose nightshirt starts to hang off one of your shoulders. The way you’re falling over like he said something hilarious is starting to irritate him. Like really fucking bad.

When you finally stop laughing, you notice the deep scowl your friend is directing at you. Even as he's directing a scornful glare at you, he looks unfairly pretty. The thought makes you huff out one last weak laugh. “What? Don’t give me that look.”

His jaw flexes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You believed fucking Mingi when he said the same thing.”

Your nonchalant shrug makes Seonghwa’s eye twitch in annoyance. He’s not offended, not exactly. It’s just the slightest bit irritating that he’s literally in your room, on your bed, alone, and you still can’t think of him in a way he desperately wants you to.

“Because it’s obvious that Mingi knows what he’s doing. Like, you can tell he’s a beast in bed.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?”

It’s weird that he’s so insistent on getting you to believe him. Seonghwa usually doesn’t care about what anyone thinks since he claims to know himself the best, so other people’s opinions don’t really matter. Apparently, he isn’t too different from all the other guys you’ve met. It’s kind of cute.

“I just— Who cares?” You splutter, suddenly feeling flustered with how he’s staring at you so intently.

“Tell me why.”

You nearly recoil in shock at how assertive and dominant Seonghwa sounds. His tone and hard eyes makes something inside you flutter with desire. Taken aback by your own indecent reaction, you clear your throat and avert your eyes back to the paused sex scene out of a movie you can't remember the name of.

If you could go back in time and pick a different movie that hadn’t started this entire thing, you would.

“Fine.” You sigh, willing yourself to calm down. “I just think that most pretty boys aren’t able to fuck anyone stupid. That’s all—it’s nothing personal.”

Oh, but it is.

To Seonghwa, who had pictured you writhing and screaming from pleasure under him way too many times to be considered normal, it’s definitely personal.

“I could fuck you stupid.”

His words hang in the air heavily. You expect him to give you that pretty, nonchalant smile of his and tell you that he’s joking. But he doesn’t. In fact, Seonghwa is looking at you with an unmistakable heat and determination in his gaze that has you feeling like prey.

“Whatever.” You force yourself to choke out a laugh, mind already wandering to what it would be like to fuck such a pretty man.

Seonghwa seems unfazed by your dismissal. He stands up from your bed before kneeling at the edge in front of where you’re sitting. You let out a shocked yelp when he grabs your bare legs and yanks you toward him. His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you like he’s going to devour you.

The heat coming from his hands and just having him nestled between your legs makes your cunt throb. It’s embarrassing how fast you’re getting turned on, but you blame it on the fact that it has everything to do that Seonghwa is just so damn pretty.

“H-Hwa.” You actually fucking whimper, sounding completely needy.

“Gonna let me prove it?” He smirks, hands gently caressing your thighs that are unconsciously spreading for him.

“Fine.” You try to sound like you aren’t already soaking, horny mess. “You have to hurry, though. Sannie’s gonna be back soon.”

Seonghwa nearly growls at the mention of your clingy roommate. He trails his hands up the soft skin of your thighs and grips the edges on your panties. You let out a scandalized gasp when he literally rips them off of you. He throws them over his shoulder before flipping up your oversized shirt and exposing your hot cunt to the air.

His groan makes you clench around nothing. Before you can say anything, Seonghwa yanks you forward and smashes his face into your wet pussy. Any and all coherent thoughts are quickly ejected from your mind. You let out a small moan when you feel your friend’s tongue split through your folds, tasting you for the first time.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa moans into your cunt. “I knew you would taste good.”

His words make your brain turn into literal mush because what the fuck? Had he been thinking about what it would be like to eat you out? The mere thought has more juices spilling out of you. Your body’s reaction only spurs Seonghwa on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and pulling you further on his mouth.

You toss your head back with a moan. All you can feel is his tongue plunging deep inside you. Every time his nose bumps against your throbbing clit, it sends jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“S-Shit, Hwa.” You whimper, hands falling to his messy hair.

Seonghwa smirks into your pussy when you start to tug on his hair. He hums against your leaking hole before latching onto your swollen nub and suckling on it with a lewd slurping sound. Your cries of pleasure sound like music to his ears, and it makes him more determined to have you begging and crying for his cock. Seonghwa is sure your moans would sound even prettier when he’s actually splitting you open with his dick.

“So good.” You mewl as he keeps sucking on your aching bud. “K-Keep doing that.”

Seonghwa starts to plant sloppy kisses on your glistening folds before dragging his tongue up your slit. He repeats the action a few times before he sucks your puffy clit back into his mouth. The sight of your face twisting in pleasure is a sight he’ll never forget. To see the object of his fantasies writhing and shaking from pleasure has his cock straining in his pants, eager to be stuffed into your cunt.

You start to grind your pussy into his face as he keeps licking and fucking you with his tongue. His ravenous movements are like that of a starved man, and soon you feel your abdomen tighten with the need to release.

“I-I think I’m gonna come.” You moan, surprised that he managed to get you so close to an orgasm in such a short amount of time.

Seonghwa groans into your sopping cunt. “Do it, baby. Come all over my tongue. Let me taste you.”

You gasp out his name as a wave of pleasure suddenly washes over you. The tight coil in your stomach snaps as your walls become impossibly tight. Your moan is loud and wanton as you squirt all over your friend’s face.

Seonghwa’s moan sounds animalistic as he presses his tongue flat against your entrance, collecting all your sweet juices and slurping you dry. He’s practically making out with your pussy until there’s none of your addicting cream left to lap up.

“Mhm, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You’re a trembling mess as he plants gentle kisses on your inner thighs before standing up, your juices covering his chin. The sight of you all fucked out because of him, makes the desire in his gut get more intense.

“Sorry.” You huff out, mind a bit more clear when you see him licking his lips. “I-I’ve– that usually doesn’t happen.”

To be exact, it’s never happened.

“I’ll forgive you.” He sounds sweet as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Seonghwa pulls his shirt off before pulling his pants down until he’s left in only his underwear, impressive bulge standing out. “But only if you do it again—on my cock this time.”

You can’t be mad that he looks so smug because he’s just so fucking pretty. He becomes even more attractive after sliding his underwear off and letting his big cock slap against his lower abdomen. The large organ is intimidatingly long and thick as it throbs and leaks with precum. Your mouth waters, and you can’t be surprised that his cock is a pretty as he is.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to admire it for too long because Seonghwa grabs you and flips you around. You’re propped up on your elbows and knees to support your weight, large shirt bunching at your waist as he arches your back to the angle he wants.

Seonghwa licks his lips as he squeezes and caresses your ass, leaking cock throbbing at the pretty sight of you all ready to get fucked. This is way better than any of his fantasies, and he hopes that this is only the first time of many.

“Such a pretty ass. Maybe you’ll let me fuck it next time.” His sultry voice has you dripping in desperation. “But for now, let’s see how much you can handle, baby.”

A needy, pathetic mewl tumbles out of you as Seonghwa presses his oozing tip against your entrance. He rubs and taps it against your folds, enjoying how you’re desperately rutting your hips back. Just minutes ago you were adamant that he wasn’t capable of getting this sort of reaction.

Your mouth drops open in pleasure when he slowly eases his cock into you. “O-Oh, fuck.” Your moan is weak as your eyes slowly close.

Seonghwa looks down to where his fat cock is pushing into your tightness, stretching you wider than ever before and claiming your pretty cunt as his. The sight is mesmerising, and he can’t stop the deep moan he lets out from it. His cock throbs wildly as he finally bottoms out. You’re so hot and tight that he might actually blow his load before he even gets the chance to fuck you properly.

His cock is hitting your deepest spot, and you let out a wanton moan as you tightly grip your sheets. “Fuck me!”

A carnal desire takes over Seonghwa when he hears your needy cry. He’s never been able to deny you anything, and he doesn’t plan to start now. Immediately, he begins to pummel in and out of you, fucking your sopping cunt roughly. Obscene noises fill the room as his pelvis slams against your ass.

Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off your pretty little pussy and how it swallows his cock so perfectly. His heavy balls are being stained with your arousal as they slap against your puffy clit. He becomes more ravenous with every rough thrust.

“You’re already soaking my cock, baby. I fucking knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough.” He grunts as he grabs your hips, quickly growing obsessed with how you feel around him.

It's true, and you can't deny it. Not that you want to. His cock is stretching you out so good that you can’t think straight.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as you deepen your arch so he can fuck you deeper.

One of Seonghwa’s hands trails down your body to squeeze your ass while the other goes around your waist to rub your sensitive clit. He pounds into you harder, loving the cries and whimpers you’re letting out every time he fucks his cock into your juicy cunt. You’re throwing yourself back on him to meet his thrusts, loving how his big cock splits you open with every snap of his hips.

“Gonna ruin this sweet little pussy so only I fit.” Seonghwa growls, spanking your ass harshly.

His words make you clench on his cock and coat it with more of your cream. You whine and cry out for him, already feeling any thoughts that aren’t about his big dick being fucked out of you. His hips start to snap with a rough precision you claimed he wasn’t capable of, and you wonder how longer it’ll take him to realize that he already proved you wrong.

Seonghwa feels your cunt start to tighten around his cock like it doesn’t want to let go. With the way you’re starting to tremble, he can tell you’re close to falling apart. But he wants to see your face when you do. It’s the thing he’s wanted the most since he met you.

You cry out in protest when Seonghwa abruptly pulls out his hard cock of your pussy. Before you can beg him to put it back in, he’s flipping you on your back. He gently caresses your shaking thighs with a heated gaze. Then, he’s removing the big shirt you have on, dark eyes taking in every inch of your exposed body.

“Hwa.” You plead through a needy mewl. “Don’t tease.”

The look on your face makes his cock throb painfully. You look absolutely fucked out, and to think he hasn’t even made you come yet. Seonghwa licks his lips and teases your soaking entrance with his leaking tip. His smirk is deviant, but so hot that all you can do is buck your hips desperately. Unlike your initial thoughts, your friend doesn’t make you wait.

It’s satisfying how Seonghwa’s jaw snaps open as he watches your pretty pussy slowly get filled with his thick cock. The erotic sight drives him to start fucking into you again. He lets out a deep groan when he sees your cream coat his entire length as you squeeze him tighter than anyone ever has.

Pleasure consumes you and licks up your entire body as Seonghwa pounds his cock into your hot cunt. Your moans turn into loud cries that mix into the lewd squelching coming from where you two are connected when he presses your legs to your chest. The new position allows him to fuck into you deeper than before.

All coherent thoughts are slowly dissipating every time his cock pounds against your sweet spot. A carnal desire takes over and has you begging for more through broken whimpers. “Fuh-Fuck. Fill me up, Hwa.”

The moan Seonghwa lets out is as pretty as he is. Your wanton pleas trigger something primal inside of him, and he feels himself going feral at the thought of breeding you.

“You want my cum, baby?” He coos sweetly, heavy balls slapping against your ass in sync with your wanton moans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you nod, back arching as you feel a wave of pleasure start to consume you. His cock is throbbing inside you, and all you can think about is milking him for all that he’s worth. “Want it so bad!”

“Fuck.” Seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath. “Pretty little pussy’s so tight for me.”

Your filthy moans are quickly stifled when Seonghwa bends down to kiss you. His movements are passionate and desperate, teeth tugging at your bottom lips. It feels like your brain has turned into static with all the euphoric sensations consuming you. All you can focus on is his cock splitting you open and the sounds of your skin slapping against his.

When Seonghwa pulls back, he maintains eye contact. As you stare into his eyes, you can see that they’re filled with an emotion that goes beyond lust and arousal. It makes your heart pound for an entirely different reason. His gentle stare is a great contrast to the rough snap of his hips.

That affectionate look is all it takes for you to squirt all over your friend once again. Your cry is loud as you cover his abdomen with your orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Make a mess all over me.” Seonghwa moans as he watches you go dumb on his cock.

The sight of your pretty face slack with pleasure has him fucking into your cervix savagely. Your cunt is gripping his cock so tightly that it doesn’t take long for him to release his thick load inside you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he starts to fill you with ropes of cum. Your soppy cunt is overflowing with so much of his seed that it bubbles around the base of his cock and leaks down to your ass—a filthy sight Seonghwa will never forget.

You’re both panting as he slowly lets go of your legs. Seonghwa watches you carefully, but doesn’t make a move to pull out of you. He wants to keep you plugged and full of his cum, and by how you slowly wrap your legs around his waist, it seems like you feel the same way.

When you come back to your senses, you nervously lick your lips when you see Seonghwa’s smirk. “What?”

“You’re a squirter?” His words sound teasing.

“N-No.” You pant out, unsure of how to tell him he’s the only one capable of evoking such a reaction from your body.

Apparently, your friend only sees this as another one of your challenges. He caresses your soft thighs as a challenging look crosses his face.

“Do it again.”

Seonghwa starts to move again, his aching cock sliding against your walls with ease as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. He unhooks your legs from his waist so he can place them on his shoulders. From this angle he can see your filthy cunt being split open on his thick cock.

“I can’t.” You manage to moan out, loving how his dick drags against your velvety walls with precision. “God, Hwa. I-It’s too much.”

“You say that, but your pretty little pussy keeps squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.” He says as his thumb starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “I’m sure you can squirt for me again if I give you another load, hm?”

Seonghwa’s smirk is cocky when he feels your cunt tighten around him again. He loves how you don’t deny it. In fact, you whine out a quiet more as he continues to fuck you. His thumb is still stimulating your puffy bud as his hips snap into you. Clearly, your friend is enjoying fucking you to the point of delirium. You can’t complain because you’re enjoying it just as much.

“Tight little cunt was made to take my cock.” He grunts as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head.

You can’t fathom how it feels like he knows your body more than you do. His cock keeps ramming against your g-spot, and all you can do is let out moans and mewls of pleasure. You’re sure it won’t be long until you come again.

A ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock and slowly drips down his balls and on to the sheets. Seonghwa knows you won’t ever be able to forget how good he’s fucked you, and he also knows that he’s potentially ruined you for any other man. Not that he would let you go after feeling your pussy.

“God, baby. Your sweet pussy’s already gonna make me come again.” Seonghwa groans, thrusts becoming tougher and sharper. “Gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes!” You squeal, already gone dumb again. “Come inside me!”

The overstimulation has lewd and filthy sounds coming out of you, but you can’t help it. Especially not when you look down and see how his big cock is piercing into your tight cunt. You gasp and jolt as he continues to ram into you like you’re nothing more than a hole. Your legs start to tremble as your third orgasm abruptly hits you.

Like the two previous times, your toes curl as you uncontrollably squirt on his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Seonghwa praises you with his pretty smile. “Here’s your reward.”

He slams into you a few more time before he spills his thick seed inside you, filling you to the brim. Your eyes roll back as your pussy contracts around Seonghwa’s pulsing cock. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides is so fucking good that all you can do is mewl his name weakly and pathetically. It feels like your mind is clouded with a euphoric haze preventing you from thinking straight.

Soon, Seonghwa pulls out of your creamy cunt, his cum dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. His eyes darken at the sight of your sensitive folds covered with his seed. A low growl builds in his chest as he swoops down to smash his lips on to yours. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss.

When he pulls away from you, he gives you another lascivious smirk. “We’re not done yet, baby.”

It shouldn’t excite you this much that he’s not done. You’re literally dripping with his cum, but you still want more. His hard, throbbing cock is resting against your sloppy pussy, and you start to gyrate your hips to get him to fuck you again. Maybe you’re already addicted, but it doesn’t matter because Seonghwa seems to feel the exact same way.

A quiet moan rips from your throat when he starts to fuck his cock between your messy lips. You cry out from the sensation, still sensitive from the other orgasms he’s ripped out of you. Slowly and teasingly, Seonghwa drags the tip of his fat cock down to your entrance, moaning when more of his cum seeps out of you. The sight is something he’ll never forget and always try to recreate.

The noises you let out are so cute and needy that they make his cock throb painfully. Seonghwa slowly eases into you for a third time, base of his heavy cock touching your core and big balls resting against your ass. Your pussy is pulsing around him as you leak with your mixed releases.

You can feel Seonghwa’s cock so deep inside you that it’s dizzying and almost comparible to being drunk. Vaguely, you think this is what it must be like to be cockdrunk.

“So fucking pretty. All for me.” Seonghwa groans hotly.

The breath is almost knocked out of you as he drags his dick back before ramming it back into the depths of your wet pussy. He begins to pound into you, the sound of skin on skin quickly filling the room.

Seonghwa stares down at your pretty face while he fucks you into oblivion, making sure to memorize every aspect. From the way your eyes roll into your skull when he spears his big cock into you to how your jaw falls slack so quickly. It’s all for him, and he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

“S-Seonghwa!” You squeal, toes curling and limbs starting to tremble.

The familiar sensation gets worse as your friend continues to fuck into your guts, stroking your walls with his thick cock. He’s slamming into your sweet spot with a savage like pace that you know it won’t be long before you fall apart again.

“That’s it, baby. Cream all over my cock.” Seonghwa groans as you mewl at his filthy words.

As if his voice and words are a trigger, your body starts to react. His harsh thrusts make you start to convulse, effectively soaking his cock. As if it’s all you’re capable of giving him, you weakly come on his aching dick with a choked moan. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, body twitching as Seonghwa roughly fucks you through your orgasm.

“Want your cum.” You mewl, and Seonghwa simply begins to fuck you quicker.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna pump you full until you’re leaking with my cum for days.” Seonghwa promises through possessive growls as he sloppily fucks into your soiled cunt.

Seonghwa suddenly stills deep inside your pussy, spilling his hot seed inside of you. Thick, white ropes of cum paint your walls until it leaves his cock dripping. He nearly slumps on top of you, but then he rolls over and onto his back, taking you with him. His cock stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his many loads.

“How are you feeling?” The soft voice you recognize is back as Seonghwa gently caresses your naked back.

You sigh into his neck, feeling completely sated. “Full.”

His pretty laugh makes you smile, and you can’t help but think that Mingi was right when he told you that thing about pretty boys.

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ynscrazylife · 2 months

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i need to be excused (aaron hotchner x wife!reader)

summary: yknow that scene where hotch says “excuse me” and then faints? imagine that but his wife does it to him.

Having a profiler for a husband gets annoying with how observent he is. Unfortunately, you’re also a profiler, so it’d be hypocritical to complain.

Still, when Hotch notices the slightest thing wrong, he latches onto it. He’s had his eye on you ever since you took a hard hit from a fight in the field. You barely had time to recover before the team had to board the jet again to respond to some emergency Strauss needed them for.

Apparently, a man who claims to be linked to other murders and who was a former BAU agent had made a threat against Strauss’s family. Finally back at the BAU, the team’s stuck calling people, making arrangements, going through endless paperwork to try and get more information and figure out what was going on.

You’re not doing so hot. Still reeling from the pain, but also exhausted and definitely moody. Hotch keeps it professional since they’re at work, but is still watching out for you.

Hours later, after correctly identifying the man and making the arrest (which included lots of running around), the team again returns to their base. They’re going through everything and debriefing next steps, when you abruptly stand.

“I need to be excused for a moment,” you say, already sounding breathless, before promptly keeling over and collapsing onto the floor.

For a second, everyone freezes in shock. Hotch is the first to react. He all but screams your name, dropping to his knees and trying to assess what’s going on.

“Honey, honey? C’mon, wake up. What’s going on? Sweetheart, please,” Hotch says as he shakes you, moving you so that your head is in his lap.

Spencer kneels on your other side, gently taking your pulse and reporting that it’s stable. “Could be exhaustion, dehydration . . .” He trails off, listing all the reasons he can think of.

Hotch uses one hand to run his fingers through your hair and the other to cup your face, lightly tapping your cheek. After nearly a minute of the team standing around, wondering what to do, your eyes start to flutter open.

“Aaron?” You mutter, seeing your husband’s eyes first.

“Hi, hon. You passed out. I need you to tell me how you’re feeling,” he says, keeping his voice soft but letting out a breath of relief now that you’re awake. He continues threading his fingers through your hair and rubs his thumb against your cheek.

You blink a couple times and then say, “Tired.”

Exhaustion, then. “You’re sure that’s it? Is anything else wrong?” Hotch asks, anxious to role out some underlying cause.

You nod, then grimace at the lightheaded feeling it gives you, turning and smushing the side of your face in Hotch’s lap. He looks up at the team and gestures his head towards the door.

They get the hint, though Emily and Spencer do offer to stay behind and help. Hotch thanks them but assures them that you’ll be alright and the team takes off.

“Do you feel alright to sit up?” Hotch asks after a moment.

“Yeah,” you murmur and, with his help, sit up. You immediately lean into his arms. “Ooh, wow. Dizzy.”

“I think you pushed yourself a bit too hard, sweetheart. We gotta make sure you rest properly. Wouldn’t hurt to get some food and water in you, too,” Hotch says, cradling you.

You hum in agreement. The two of you sit there for a bit, Hotch being in no rush to move you. He can’t help but reflect a bit and he sighs, shaking his head.

“What?” You ask grumpily.

“Just a little in shock that you actually excused yourself before fainting,” he says. He recognizes the funniness of it, though he lacks any amusement, still too worried.

You chuckle. “Was tryin’ to be polite,” you explain.

“I’m sure you were,” Hotch says, smearing a kiss against your head.

You continue on sitting, Hotch rubbing your back. Finally, he gets the both of you on your feet, and leads you out to the car. He sits you in the passenger’s seat and buckles you in, driving you home. Once there Hotch immediately gets you in bed, helping you change into pajamas before doing the same. He gets you a glass of water and a snack, making sure that you eat and drink it all.

“Wanna sleep now,” you mumble once you’re done, curling into his chest.

“Of course, dear. Just relax,” he coos, already planning to call you both out of work tomorrow. He does not take his wife fainting lightly and is going to do everything he can to make sure you’re okay.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 3 months

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Reader receives Wandas nudes accidentally

Word count: 780

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Today has been a really good day for Wanda. She’d nearly gotten the upper hand on Natasha for the first time while training early this morning, had gotten her favorite take out for lunch, then had been able to dress like an absolute bombshell for an undercover mission that she had finished in record timing. So it's really no surprise that she's still riding that adrenaline high even after her post mission shower.

Which is likely why she feels so confident upon seeing her body's reflection in the bathroom mirror. Feeling a little adventurous she decides to forgo her pajamas for now and she struts out into her bedroom. She grabs her phone off the top of her nearby dresser before settling herself on the middle of her bed. She's never done anything like this before, but she's seen enough saucy pictures online to know what to do.

She takes one of her thighs clenched together and a couple of different angles of her breasts before she decides to take one that has her full body in the shot. She raises the phone up and angles it downward, allowing it to capture an aerial view of her kneeling on her bed. Satisfied with how it turned out she makes sure to save it before opening her messages to reply to you. She had to admit she had a huge soft spot for you, so having you check in on her after missions never failed to warm her heart and make her smile.

After replying she tosses her phone over onto her pillow before getting up to actually put something on. What she hadn’t realized was that she never closed out of her conversation with you, and somehow this gentle toss had hit enough buttons to send her last nude to you

In the compound's kitchen you squeeze past Sam in order to grab your container of take out from last night that you wanted to reheat. You had been glad to hear that Wanda's mission had gone well and without any problems whatsoever, and you can’t deny the feeling of giddiness that flows through you as you hear another message come through from her

You pull out your phone and open the message only to be greeted by the shock of a lifetime. The brunette was absolutely bare in the photo and the sight proves to be enough to cause you to panic. You let out a small squeak of surprise as you simultaneously slam the refrigerator door shut and close your messages. You nervously glance over to find Sam, Tony and Natasha all looking at you already, each with an eyebrow raised in question. You nervously give them a nod in form of greeting before promptly exiting the room and making a beeline for a certain witches room.

You honestly had no idea if you were even meant to see what you had, for all you knew this was just another, albeit extreme, way she had chosen to tease you as you were certain she had to know by now of your feelings. There was no way you've been able to keep all your thoughts quiet. Not when Wanda was involved. But regardless of the whys your body seemed to be moving on autopilot to go and get your desired answer, as well as berate the woman for this extreme

“Wanda!” you shout as your knuckles tap the wood of her door

Her door opens quickly to reveal her, only now she's dressed in her fuzzy warm pajamas instead of being naked. Which is a relief to you because you're sure you would have keeled over otherwise. You're quick to speak before she can say anything

“I was in the kitchen Wans! You can’t just send things like that!”

Confusion clouds her features “I can’t tell you my mission went well?”

“Don’t play dumb” you plead, “My problem was with your nude not your endearing message”

You watch her entire face and neck turn pink as her eyes go wide, and it’s only then that you realize this wasn’t some scheme of hers but an actual accident. Which only amuses you. Seems the universe has given you an opportunity to be the one doing the teasing for once

“My- my nude?” she asks, barely above a whisper

“Oh, you didn’t send it purposely.” you say with a faux pout. Her breath catches in her throat as she then watches your eyes drink her in as your tongue darts out to wet your lip, “Thats a shame”

It’s only after you've started to walk away that Wanda's brain begins to function, and she nearly yells after you, “Wait! Y/n!”

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whateveriwant · 7 months

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Can you please do Task force 141 finding out they’re having quintuplets! I’d imagine that they wouldn’t plan to have that many….at least not all at once 🧍‍♀️

Ghost

When the technician points out the five distinct dots on the ultrasound, he immediately goes dead silent

I mean, he's always pretty quiet anyway, but this is like quiet quiet

He doesn't utter a single word for the rest of the appointment, nor on the ride back home for that matter

This has you more concerned than you care to admit because you know that, not that long ago, he didn't think he'd ever have (much less want) kids of his own some day

So now that he's learned he's about to have five? You can't imagine what's going through his mind right now

It isn't until you're walking through the front door that you're being stopped with a gentle hand tugging on your wrist

You turn to look at him and, without a word, he drops to his knees before you, rolling up the bottom of your shirt to expose your belly

He'll press the softest of kisses just beside your navel, before looking up at you with expressive eyes that convey the foremost thought in his head: Thank you

Soap

Nearly shits a brick the moment the words leave the technician's mouth

All the color swiftly drains from his face and he has to sit down before he keels over right in the middle of the office

It's not so much fear that has him going paper white but pure shock at hearing the unexpected (yet not unhappy) news

While you'd already discussed having a big family together one day, you didn't think you'd get it done in one fell swoop

However, maybe you should've seen it coming since you both come from families that have had multiples

The possibility of this happening was decently high, so in a way, you're not all that surprised by the revelation

Once he's composed himself and is a little less ghostly pale in the face, he's eagerly requesting the technician to print out an excessive number of copies of the ultrasound

Why? Well, he's gotta send them to everyone, of course! His family, your family, all the lads at work. Hell, maybe your neighbor Charlie would like one too. Better print several just in case

Gaz

"C– Come again?" He thinks he misheard the technician at first

However, even hearing it a second time, he has to stand up, round the bed, and get about an inch away from the monitor to confirm for himself

It's almost comical the way his eyes widen at the screen, darting around the black and white image like he can't comprehend what he's seeing

It'll take some coaxing to get him back in his seat, and as he does, you hear him mumbling to himself – something about nappies, never sleeping again, and *shudders* University

At some point, out of the corner of your eye, you see him messing with his hands

He's putting his palm in front of his own stomach then drawing it about a foot or two away, as if trying to visualize the size your belly is destined to grow

Even when you get back home, it's like reality hasn't fully hit him yet

It's not until you find him at 2am looking up double decker prams that you realize it's finally starting to sink in, and he's more than ready for the challenge ahead

Price

Seems awfully calm when the technician breaks the news to you two

Based on his reaction – a light smile and mere "Oh, that's wonderful" – you'd think he'd just been informed of the weather or something

To be honest, his reaction (or lack thereof) is a little disarming, but you don't comment on it until you're buckling up in the car, mentioning his seeming total lack of nerves about the future

He chuckles and jokes that he already has to look after three big kids at work. What's five little ones at home to compare?

Though you think you can see what he's getting at, his cool-headedness about it all still has you in a bit of a tizzy

Is he not even a little surprised by the news? After all, it's not every day that people fall pregnant with quintuplets

At your question, he smiles and leans to press a bristly kiss to the back of your hand. When he pulls back, he's smirking, giving you the smuggest look you've ever seen from a man

"Told you I've got strong swimmers, love"

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grimm-writings · 2 months

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pathetic

…ft! dan heng, topaz, argenti, seele x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, pining, reader is oblivious as HELL!!!, seele’s slightly suggestive

…wc! 210 ; 319 ; 258 ; 305 = 1092

…notes! pathetic crushing… i cannot and will not ever stop vouching for pathetic pining in this house !!!!!!!

Dan Heng is painfully aware of how he looks right now. If it wasn’t March giving him the biggest shit-eating grin, it was Himeko trying hard to look polite as she hides her giggles, or even Mr Yang pretending he isn’t paying attention.

You. You really haven’t the slightest clue what you’re doing to him.

Every time you visit him in the Express’s archives, Dan Heng would light up. He wouldn’t do that for any such person usually. His excuse is that you bring him snacks. You would never complain, saying that you’d take this Dan Heng over the one with a poker face and sarcastic bites, even if he is just as cute.

How can you say that so casually?

One particular visit, he couldn’t take your sweet words any longer. His hand envelops yours before you could turn away from him. The way you look back at Dan Heng makes his heart swell in ways he couldn’t comprehend.

He couldn’t get the words out.

His grip loosens and he lets you go, albeit with confusion on your face.

The door closes with a quiet goodbye, and Dan Heng throws his head back in frustration, staring at the decorated ceiling above him.

How can he go on like this...?

Topaz is not the kind of person to sit idly by waiting for something to happen. She knows what she wants, and what she wants takes the shape of you.

You’re just so adorable! Really, the way you act so clueless whenever you flirt with her is just so endearing! How could she not melt?

…Well, it used to be easy. Flirting, complimenting you, relishing in how you react; she even asked you out to dinner, and took you to the nicest place possible! …But you’re still so shocked every time. You still didn’t pick up on any of her advances.

For once, Topaz is at a complete loss. What is she to do? Grab you by the shoulders and shake you around telling you that she’s completely enamoured with everything about you, and though that includes your cluelessness, she can’t take much of it anymore?

She could nearly keel over. Complete overkill. She needs to be smart about this; clear, but also suave and mature. Yeah, she can do this!

That’s how you find Numby making their way up to you, and there they drop a card in front of your feet. They curiously look up at you as you read, although you could sense another pair of eyes watching you closely.

‘You’re cute! Go out with me! Love, Topaz!’

Topaz could nearly explode from joy watching your face heat up. Finally. Finally! You get it now, don’t you?!

Her heart steps as you throw the card away and lean down and pet Numby. “Oh, Numby. Someone must have put you up to this for a prank, huh? You should find your way back to Topaz!”

Said companion of the Warp Trotter has already fallen to her knees with her face in her hands. You’re more work than she bargained for… but she’ll be struck down by an Aeon before she gives up on you! Just watch her!

Argenti doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Truly, he’s making all the right moves. He’s following examples from stories and myths, step by step. It’s not his fault that they always end up going wrong somehow. Maybe it’s just harsh luck…

He’s on one knee, taking your hand in his own. Like you are royalty, he kisses the back of it, and looks up at you.

“Thank you for saving me!” You beam, and Argenti’s brain freezes.

That’s how it all goes wrong, every single time.

He’s hopeless, how the knight of beauty stands up, turns around, and immediately feels his knees buckle and he’s down on the ground again. Maybe he’ll stay like this for a few minutes when he finishes crying.

He feels you kneel at his side, and prod against his armour. “Argenti…?” your sweet, sweet voice calls out to him quietly.

“Worry not. I am simply fighting the dirt in your honour. Keeping the worms off of you.”

You pause. He wouldn’t dislike being buried here like this. Then he hears your confused laughter. “Alright then! Thank you very much, sir knight!”

You pet his hair and stand up again, making your way back to a safe zone.

Yes, Argenti thinks, I will stay here and fend off the insects for you, my dear. And that is the only reason why I can’t move…

He certainly refuses to believe it’s your patience and kindness. How silly would it be for a knight of beauty to become so immobilised by it! How silly indeed…

Seele encourages you to stand up again. A simple sparring doesn’t do too much harm every now and again. She isn’t Luka; she won’t beg you for a match, but practice is good, and practice is better if it’s with a friend.

Haha. Keep telling yourself that, Seele.

Is it obvious yet she really wants you to just defeat her already? She knows you have it in you. Yeah, you’re more on the air-headed side, but you’re a reliable teammate! Maybe it’s the fact you refuse to actually hurt her…

You apologise again when you’re back on your feet. She doesn’t want any apologies, dang you! Can’t you see she’s just desperate to get you to at least brush your knuckles against hers as her scythe comes in conflict with your blade?!

…So that does it. In her mental ramblings, you manage to get her on the ground beneath you. Your thighs cage her under you as you push her down. Aeons, your smile is so wide.

“I got you!” you exclaim.

Seele can’t help the small laugh that escapes her. She hopes that her face is only red to you because of your fighting. You’re so close to her face. You could just kiss her right now…

“Yep, you really did!” is what comes out, shakier than she would have liked. How did you get her so weak? You’re not even making a big deal over straddling her like this…

You shimmy off her eventually, offering your hand out. “Time for lunch?”

Seele doesn’t move for a few seconds, before letting you pick her up. If not a kiss, she can at least get some quality time. The way you smile at her is enough for her.

…How you pushed her down will definitely haunt her dreams for the next week or so, though.

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rootsofdread · 1 year

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Some angst comfort idea now cuz we love to hurt our feelings 😔 Killer!Reader whose ability causes them a lot of pain but they have to use it to satisfy the Entity cuz otherwise a greater punishment waits for them

3 romantic (Leon, Ghostface and Jake) to 3 platonic (Amanda, Legion [again any or all how you prefer] and Sadako) ratio

This is the last one for now sorry if it's to much, take your time and know no matter what you'll write i will love it (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

this was a super cute one to do honestly 🥺

Leon S. Kennedy:

Leon used to see this as a free opportunity to run, but when he realized you were really in pain, when other killers couldn’t really feel pain…He was shocked. He started to wonder why the Entity would do something like this, give someone powers that hurt them. It was more twisted to him than anything else when he realized it.

He encourages you to use your powers against him. He hates that it hurts you, but he knows how scared you are of the Entity. He assures you he’ll be able to get away and you won’t have to hurt him more than that, you can move on to someone else after. He’s tough and he can take it.

He gets all up in arms when he hears other survivors poking fun at your abilities hurting you. He stands up for you when you aren’t around, saying you don’t deserve bullying on top of painful powers. He may not be the most intimidating guy, but he’s convinced a few other survivors to shut their mouths about it.

He goes easy on you during trials together. It just makes him feel better to not give you a hard time, makes him feel like he’s helping you somehow.

Jake Park:

Even though Jake was afraid of you for quite a while, always seeing you in pain slowly whittled him down. Seeing you flinch when you start using your powers, and nearly keel over when they run out. It was worrisome, even for someone as terrifying as you. He knew…This was something that definitely wasn’t normal. The pain, the fear. He hadn’t seen it before in other killers…

When he knows you better and is more comfortable, he’ll quietly tail you during trials, always hanging behind you to keep an eye out for you. He’s genuinely worried that you’ll end up passing out from pain one of these days.

He isn’t scared of you anymore, and will even run up or jump up to embrace you when your powers run out. He hates seeing you in so much pain like that, and wants to take it away from you. He knows he can’t, but he still tries.

He teaches you calming breathing exercises for when he’s not around to help you, to ease the pain yourself. If it helps you even the slightest bit…It gives him so much relief to know he’s helping you.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is furious with the Entity for doing such a thing to you. It’s personal with him, because he knows the Entity likes him. And to continue threatening you after cursing you with such awful power, at that…He’s angry. It’s rare to see such intense emotion from him, but you see it every time he comes to you after a trial.

After your trials, he grabs you and holds you tightly. You can feel the rage in his grip, but it's comforting at the same time, knowing he's so angry on your behalf. You try to tell him it's not his problem, but he won't hear it. It is his problem.

He never wants to let you out of his sight, because he knows that if he keeps you close, it means you're not out there hurting yourself for the Entity's sick satisfaction.

He actually attempts to tell the Entity off, since he knows her more personally than some of the other killers. It doesn't ever really work, but it makes him feel a little better doing it for you. He hopes it helps you feel a little better, too.

Amanda Young / The Pig:

Like Danny, Amanda is pretty pissed off about it, too. You've done nothing wrong — at least, nothing that would warrant a punishment or threats like this. As a woman who doles out her own punishments, it makes her blood boil seeing an innocent caught up in it.

She's never…Quite sure what to do for you. She's not much of a hugger and comforting talks aren't really her forte. She tries for you, though. She holds your hand and tells you things will be alright, and that she’ll try to make everything better for you. Because making things better is her kind of thing.

She doesn’t know how she’ll make it better, though. But she will — she knows she will, for you. She’s always thinking of what she could do to make anything better for you. Usually it’s going out of her way to find and kill survivors that were previously in your trials, because she sees them as semi-responsible for what’s happening to you.

Ultimately, even if she's not the best at comforting, she wants you to know she's always there for you, and she'll always do her best to help you and solve your problems.

Frank Morrison / The Legion:

Frank knows what it’s like, getting hurt by your powers. It’s a killer coming out of Feral Frenzy for every Legion member. Solidarity is the most valuable thing to him, being able to relate to his friends and knowing what they’re going through. So trust and believe, even if he didn’t know what you were going through, he’d damn well try.

He’s always willing to hold you if and when you need it. He normally isn’t much of a touchy-feely kind of guy, but he thinks something like this probably warrants it. He knows you feel bad enough already, there’s no sense in making you feel worse by denying you any comfort.

And he’s always willing to listen to you, too. He’ll listen to your venting about the powers you’ve been burdened with or your fears of the Entity. He may not really be able to do anything about it…But he can listen.

He tries to teach you ways to take your mind off of the pain, like he does. Focusing on the task at hand, or on something else that makes you happy. He knows it isn’t the best solution in the world, but he knows it’s better than doing nothing and suffering, too.

Sadako Yamamura / The Onryō:

Sadako is always concerned for you. She sees the pain on your face when you’re punishing the survivors, you’re her friend and…There’s something wrong with you, your powers hurt you. They shouldn’t do that. Her nensha powers don’t hurt her. It upsets her sometimes, to see you hurt like that, to see you afraid of what would happen if you don’t hurt yourself.

She hates that the Entity makes you hurt yourself to satisfy herself. She’s an angry little girl, and this doesn’t help. You have to stop her from lashing out at other killers sometimes, and make sure she calms down. She also hates making you worry about her — but she can’t help it. She feels things strongly. She knows you don’t deserve this.

She always wants hugs after one of your trials to make sure you’re okay. She knows she likes hugs when she’s upset or hurt, she figures you must too. It’d be difficult to convince her otherwise, it’s difficult enough to get her off of you as it is. Not that you mind, really, it’s just…This girl has a death grip. How much she loves you is obvious.

She protects you when she can, like taking your place in trials. She doesn’t want you to get hurt, and she’ll do whatever she can to help that. She may be small, but she's fiercely protective of you.

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ellievickstar · 10 months

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Between Two worlds (Discontinued)

A/N: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS. Okay so basically my debut of my series: Between two worlds, where I make a series with a love triangle where it is between my two biggest characters: (I'm not gonna spoil the character read the fic to find out) and Azriel. I hope you guys enjoy!!! PS. nothing much really happens yet, but I am doing a time skip for the second chapter after this, this chapter is more so that you understand the AU.

Summary: After fifty years of being under Amarantha's reign, you finally reunite with your brother, can have a leisure day with a friend, and secretly meet up with an old enemy.

Request: N/A

Pairing: Azriel x Reader, -find out later- x reader

Warnings: This is a build up to a love triangle. More of a AU building chapter. Also mentions of abuse, sexual assault and harassment. Weapons.

Between Two Worlds / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (coming soon)

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“She's my mate! She's my mate!” Rhys exclaimed as he suddenly winnowed in front of you. You nearly jumped back in shock as you began to process what was happening. “Firstly, welcome back, it's been fifty years. Secondly, who?” You asked patiently as Rhys breathed heavily, keeling over on his knees as magic seemed to burst out of him, causing you to take a step back. Mor bent down as she checked Rhys's condition to make sure he was not delusional.

Eventually your brother managed to get off the floor with the help of Azriel and Cassian and explained everything. Feyre, how Amarantha was dead, how he had had his visions. When he finally finished you didn't know whether you were surprised…or relieved. To be honest, you sort of expected that your brother would get into some sort of shit during the fifty years he was in captivity.

However, after everyone else left you lingered for a moment, sensing that your brother was holding something else back. He met your eyes as his shoulders slumped, and you approached slowly as you sat on his bed next to him. He brought you closer using his wings as you sat next to each other in silence. You smiled at the memories it brought back.

“I know you're not telling me something. You have the same expression from when you came home after father died,” You said softly, Rhys hummed as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. At first, you thought that he wouldn't answer your question but a soft knock on your mental shields spoke what hadn't been said. You show me mine, I'll show you yours.

And so you did. You know that showing him the effects of the curse wouldn't help his probably festering guilt, but you knew that you couldn't hide from him. You only had each other, it would do more harm than good if you didn't confide in each other. Rhys took the guilt of letting you follow him to that party all those years ago, and as a warning to him, Amarantha had placed a curse on you which forced you to live through your worst years of struggles. The times you were in the Illyrian camps as a female, the times your father berated you for defending yourself with magic and had you hung and whipped. Rhys made a strangled noise.

When he finally showed you his memories, you were aghast as you wanted to throw up. This…this felt worse than the time you were harassed at the Illyrian camps. At the time Azriel and Cassian had come to save you, but this? You were nauseous. Desperately, you flung yourself against your brother as he let a stray tear fall. “I am here with you,” You said. The phrase was sacred, it showed how you would always stand by his side no matter who or what opposed him, you would be there fighting for him, with him. And you knew he would do the same for you too.

You both stayed like that for a while, staying in each other's comforting and ever-loving embrace. Making a joke about how he had been so desperate to spend time with his mate he made a bargain to kidnap her once a month. It was then that he nearly elbowed you in the ribs and you ran off squealing while he pretended to chase you.

Crashing into a wall of muscle, you hid behind the looming shadow singer who seemed to be in shock as he raised the blade he was polishing away from your head. “Az save me!” You shouted as you clung to the spymaster, he politely smiled at Rhys as he pretended to 'guard' you. Rhys scoffed, muttering something about favouritism as you stuck your tongue out at him. After a while, he sighed and went to find Mor, mumbling to himself about a less biassed family.

Azriel turned to face you, eyebrows raised as you shrugged and perched yourself onto a stool next to him, picking up a bloody dagger, wanting to help police and sharpen the various weapons to pass time, however, Ariel tutted as he set down the dagger in his hand, “You’ll hurt yourself, and I don’t need Rhys coming after me for letting you play with a knife, sweetheart.”

You scoffed as you snatched the dagger back up. “Rhys can go to hell if he thinks he can control any aspect of my life,” Azriel just smiled in return. You had a good friendship with Az, after all, when the three of them were younger he was the one who hung out with you the most after finishing all the daily training. Cassian was busy training even more, and Rhys was off doing whatever royal duties he had to attend to. Azriel was also the same person who first taught you how to fly, seeing as the camp you went to refused to see as you were a female. Devlon was a bastard then and he’s a bastard now. Or so Azriel says. On top of all that, Azriel also trained your combat skills - in which he will always hold over your head because you have only ever beaten him once at a fight - and he also taught you how to read.

Yes. Funny enough, Azriel had taught you how to read after Keir had deliberately said that you should focus less on books and more on looking pretty and being good enough to marry off. Your father promised to teach you eventually, but Azriel thought it would be funny to stick it to Mor’s father. He soon regretted it because you eventually loved reading so much that every time he went to visit a small town near the camps, you begged him to bring you back at least one or two new books for your enjoyment. He did use it as leverage from time to time during training, so eventually it worked out.

“So, any good books you’ve read recently? Or is it just the usual book porn,” Azriel teased as he set to work on a sword. You groaned inwardly and would have slumped over the table if you weren’t holding a blade. “It was one time that you caught me reading that Az, and besides, it’s ROMANCE books. Anyways, yes I have read a good book recently, but I doubt you would bear any interest,” You replied.

Smirking at you, he motioned for you to continue, the bastard knew you were aching to tell him every single detail of the book, probably suspected that you were about to attack someone with a rant. As you went on about the newest fantasy read, he chimed in with a few remarks here and there, and eventually it just turned into a whole session with both of you debasing every single thing that was wrong with the male lead in the book. Well, the second male lead.

“You don’t understand Azriel, he was so hot! And the grovelling!” You squealed as you recalled how the two leads had finally reconciled after a horrible mistake. It seems like you were more interested in the romance than the actual plot of the high fantasy novel. “Must have been nice,” Azriel hummed as he finished the last dagger. Wait- the last dagger!? You turned to a clock on the wall as you realised just what time it was in the evening. Oh god, you were late. Jumping from the stool, you quickly excused yourself as you ran towards the open balcony doors that Azriel had left open when you both decided that the room you were in was stuffy.

“I have to meet someone, but please read the novel! Maybe if you read more books you wouldn’t just be a pretty face!” You yelled back, wings springing from your back as they flared and flapped, allowing yourself to take off before Azriel could say anything. And just like that you were off.

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“I am so so sorry I am so late I promise it will never happen again,” Breathing in and out you folded your wings away. The male chuckled as he leaned against a tree, letting out a full on laugh as you fell to your knees from exhaustion from flapping your wings so hard just to get here fast, to meet him.

“Well, if you weren’t so set on leaving if I didn’t show up after 15minutes on our routine time, I wouldn’t have had to rush here!” You hissed. He just grinned down at you and that’s when you realised you were on your knees, looking up at him. Letting out a snarl, you pushed off the ground, standing up and crossing your arms to face him, he just let out a mock look of regret.

“Shame, I thought you were finally tearing me like the High Lord’s son I am,” He teased. You wanted to throw a branch at his face but instead settled for a light burn on his ego. “Well I would respect you if there was anyone to respect, Eris.”

That’s right. Eris Vanserra. The lord of the Autumn Court was smiling down at you and exchanging insults with you. He clenched his heart at your words. “You wound me, little flame, how can I ever recover?” You folded at the old nickname, flinging yourself at Eris as you jumped up and hugged him. Fifty years since you last saw your old friend. Fifty years. And you missed him dearly.

When Mor had been found by Azriel, she relayed the events that happened and you had been furious, and as it had just happened to be, you father was taking you and your brother on a little trip to the Autumn Court to show you both everything, however, as Rhys was now to enraged to go, you needed to go alone. Eventually your father and Beron had left you and Eris in a room together to ‘bond’ while they really discussed matters between courts, and you had grabbed that opportunity like your life depended on it and lunged at Eris, as you were quite small compared to him, he tackled you easily and growled at you to stop being a child.

You had demanded an explanation from him and he had given one, explaining how his father was physically, emotionally, mentally and verbally abusive, and if he hadn’t left Mor to die, he would have subjected her to a life just like his mother’s. And he would never knowingly do that to anyone. Being the open-minded person and amazing you were, you heard him out. However, till this day you prompted him to finally put down his pride and apologise for the way he did things, sure it came from good intentions, but it was still flawed. He, of course, refuses, and you don’t want to push the matter.

“So, any updates about the ‘how-to-kill-your-father’ plan? Or have you just been sitting around these fifty years?” He smirked at your words, laughing as you sat down, your legs being extremely tired for absolutely no other reason than standing for the short period of time you had. Quickly joining you on the floor, he spoke about the events that happened on his side before you shared yours.

“Amarantha is a bitch,” You muttered, “True that,” He agreed, raising a fist as if in solidarity. Humming, you leaned against the tree behind you, Eris doing the same as you both sat shoulder to shoulder, while Eris fiddled with the ends of your hair, you played with the various rings on his finger, slipping them on and off and turning them around in your hand.

When you reached his middle finger, you pulled off the ring. It was simple gold band had small carvings that decorated the entire ring, some even had small diamonds that tied the ring together nicely, but the carving that really caught your eye was the fox.

“My mother had that crafted and made for me when I was young. Every carving is something special and unique to only this ring,” He explained. You made a small noise of amazement as you tuned it over in your hand again, “I love it, it’s so pretty,” You admitted. Smiling down at you, he seemed to think for a moment before removing one of the various chains around his neck, and handing it to you as well. “Keep them both, just promise me you’ll wear it,” Stunned, you tried to give the chain and the ring back but he refused, claiming that he wanted you to have it.

The chain was obviously so you could wear the ring as a necklace seeing as it was far too large for any of your fingers. With Eris’s help, you put it on and he grinned, smirking about how you looked absolutely dazzling with your new accessory and you should thank him that you can look so utterly divine.

You slapped his shoulder, which honestly probably hurt you more than it did him.

It was at this point that you both finally parted, him winnowing away but not before he hugged you and murmured his goodbye as he rested his head on top of yours. And as you felt blood rush to your cheeks, he was gone. As if he was never there, the only proof of your meeting was the ring that now hung around your neck.

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A/N: SO!? What do you think :D I'm curious about feedback. Also some additional warnings about this series is that there will be angst, it would not be me without angst. There will be A LOT of angst. ALSO AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS ERIS WOULD BE A BIG RING-WEARER!??

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thornybubbles · 9 months

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Forever My Queen (Yandere Diavolo x Reader)

**Note: This is the first story in a collection of stories based on songs. All of the songs used as inspiration have lyrics that sound a bit “yandere-ish” to me. Each song was paired with a character that I personally think it suits the best.**

**Note 2: Features a female reader. Diavolo may seem a bit out of character here, but I figure that by this point, after having gone through the death loop for so long, his already unstable mind has snapped completely. So have fun with that, Reader. Be warned that I haven’t proofread this so it may contain mistakes. I’ll go back over this and fix any mistakes I find later. In the meantime I’ll go back to working on “Kinder Than Love”.

WARNING: Mentions of suicide, death, and other dark themes. Read at your own discretion. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you choose to read.

Inspiration: “Forever My Queen” by Pentagram

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How much longer would he have to endure this? How many times would he have to endure the agony of death?

Over and over and over again…

Would he ever be allowed to die and just stay dead?!

Diavolo’s wild, green eyes darted around, making note of every little thing that could possibly kill him. He deemed it all dangerous. After all the times he died, he learned a very important lesson:

Death could come at any time, from anywhere, from anyone or anything.

From being stabbed, burned, shot, poisoned, strangled, electrocuted, drowned, starved, crushed, chopped to pieces, eaten alive, torn in half, beaten to death, he’d experienced nearly every way a human being could die. He couldn’t take it anymore.

How would it happen this time?

Would it be slow and agonizing or quick and painless?

He stared about, cringing in on himself and trembling. It had already been about ten minutes and he was still breathing. It offered him no comfort. He knew it was only a matter of time before the end came. Then he would end up somewhere else and die again… and again… and again…

“Please…” his voice came out in a trembling whisper.

“Please!”

A few people walking down the sidewalk glanced in his direction, shook their heads at the obvious madman, and kept walking.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE! GET IT OVER WITH! JUST KILL ME ALREADY!” he screamed, glaring at the people that turned to give him strange looks.

How did the saying go? “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Diavolo, the man that had once held an entire country in the palm of his hand had been reduced to a cowering, trembling, paranoid lunatic that screamed obscenities in the streets while people looked on in shock, concern, and occasional amusement.

The King was king no more.

He had nothing.

He was nothing.

His subjects had all turned against him. His kingdom had been stolen from him. He was exiled into a never ending loop of death, defeated by a mere child. King Crimson was gone. Dear Doppio, his companion soul, was dead. And now, the only thing he had to look forward to was death.

He fell to his knees and tried to keep from bursting into tears like a pathetic child. Most of the people that had been distracted by his little outburst had already walked away, some more hurried than others, but all wanting nothing more than to be as far away from Diavolo as possible. He could keel over right there in front of all those people and none of them would care. They would just step over his corpse as if he were just a pile of trash. No one cared what happened to him.

He had nothing at all to live for.

Nothing to live for…

Diavolo chuckled at the realization. Of course. Why hadn’t he thought of it before? It all made sense now. It was the one death he hadn’t experienced yet!

Suicide.

He was supposed to kill himself this time.

He couldn’t help but laugh, elated at the idea. He could resist of course, but he knew that the death loop would increase his despair until he finally gave up and ended himself. But he wouldn’t resist. No. He wanted to die this time. And he would enjoy it, too. It would be the only time that the death loop allowed him to choose the nature of his elimination. What would he choose? He wanted so badly to savor his brief moment of control, but he felt that the death loop would grow impatient if he didn’t act soon. So he would have to work with what was around him. He looked around his immediate area hoping to find something that could end his life in an at least tolerable way. Eventually he lifted his gaze to the rooftop of a nearby apartment building. Why not go with the old standard? He would climb to the roof of that building and jump to his death.

Diavolo entered the building, feeling something akin to peacefulness in his soul. He didn’t know what future horrors the death loop would bestow upon him, so he would relish this single moment of mercy. He decided to take the stairs, forgoing the elevator completely. He just wanted to enjoy the moment as this had been the longest he’d ever been allowed to stay alive. He could safely say that this would be his favorite death.

The door to the rooftop was thankfully unlocked. He opened it and walked out into the late afternoon glow. The air was so clear up there and Diavolo took a moment to breathe it all in. He walked up to the edge of the roof and stared down at the city. It gave him a great sense of tranquility standing there, looking at the skyline and the setting sun. He had no idea where he was, but for a moment, he imagined that this city was his kingdom and he had just climbed up to the roof of his sprawling villa to survey his domain.

Just like old times.

The feelings of despair hit him hard then and he knew it was time. He looked back down at the streets below and took a deep breath. It wouldn’t be the first time he fell to his death. He’d done it at least five times before. He knew it would hurt, it would be extremely painful, having nearly every bone in your body crushed by the force of gravity and your flesh splitting open as your insides spilled out all over the pavement would always be excruciating, but at the very least it would only last for a moment. Painful but quick. Diavolo supposed he’d take that over slow and agonizing. He held his arms out wide and started to let himself fall forward.

Something grabbed a hold of the back of the mesh shirt he wore and yanked him back onto the roof. He spun around and locked eyes with you.

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You had come up to the roof to watch the sunset and have a little smoke. You didn’t smoke often, but sometimes the events of the day wore you down and having a little nicotine in your system helped you deal with it. You had just finished your cigarette when the door to the roof was suddenly thrown open, startling you. A man dressed like a mannequin in the window of a Hot Topic shuffled out onto the roof with a spaced out look on his face. You weren’t sure but, he might’ve been under the influence of something with the way he was acting. He lumbered past you as if he hadn’t even seen you. You watched, with growing concern, as he made his way to the edge of the roof. He stood there staring out at the horizon before throwing his hands out and leaning forward.

SHIT!

You had a terrible feeling that he was going to jump the moment you saw him heading for the edge of the roof. You moved with speed that you didn’t know you possessed and grabbed a fistful of the netting on the back of his “shirt”, if you could even call it that, and yanked him backwards. He almost fell backwards on top of you before pulling himself out of your grip and turning his manic green eyes on you. He seemed shocked, confused, and maybe a little bit angry.

“WHY THE HELL DID YOU STOP ME?!”

Okay, maybe very angry.

You didn’t know how to answer him.

“I-I just… you were going to…” was all you could say.

“What business is it of yours?” he asked, voice dropped to a quieter, but just as threatening growl. “What compelled you to interfere?!”

Again, you didn’t know how to answer. Frankly you thought it was obvious.

“I guess… I just didn’t want you to jump.” you said, wincing at the sound of your own voice.

The man sneered, painted lips pulling away from his teeth.

“You shouldn’t have stopped me! I was meant to die here! I was….”

He trailed off and a look of stunned realization came over him. His mouth dropped open and he stared at you as if you just gave him the answers to all of life’s problems.

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The gears in Diavolo’s head were turning. Something had changed. He could feel it. He felt it the moment he felt you grab him and yank him back before he could let himself fall to his predestined death. All throughout the death loop, not once had anyone bothered to come to his rescue. You did. Where had you even come from? He hadn’t seen you at all when he walked onto the roof. There was a moment where the paranoia rose within him again and he thought that maybe you were meant to be his death, but why would you save him only to kill him a moment later? At the very least, he could trust his deaths to make sense. The paranoia within him faded when he looked at you. No. You wouldn’t hurt him. You weren’t the type. He knew full well what the look of murderous intent looked like in a person’s eyes. The only thing he saw in your eyes was confusion, discomfort, and a little bit of fear.

He felt as if a chain around his neck had been broken. Gone was the ever present atmosphere of impending doom.

It was over.

He was free.

Somehow, when you pulled him back onto the roof, you managed to pull him out of the death loop as well.

Something stirred within him and he absently placed a hand over his chest. That presence that had always been with him since his birth had returned. Doppio. His dear Doppio was a part of him again, he could feel it! Not only that…

He stood up to his full height and took a few steps back.

“King Crimson!” he shouted, causing you even more confusion.

His ever grimacing Stand appeared beside him, looking as if he had never been lost. King Crimson cast one sideways glance in your direction before Diavolo mentally dismissed him.

He turned back to you.

“You fixed it.” he said, sounding completely wonderstruck. “I don’t know how, but you fixed it. You gave everything back to me!”

Well, almost everything. He was still a king without a kingdom, but now that he had Doppio and King Crimson back, it was a problem he could easily deal with.

“Um, sir…”

Your timid voice interrupted his thoughts. His crazed eyes met yours and you took a step back. No, he wasn’t high, but he was very clearly mentally ill or at the very least mentally distressed.

“...is there someone that I can call for you?”

He answered you by suddenly sweeping you into his arms and pressing his lips to yours in a much too passionate kiss to be shared between strangers. You tried to pry yourself from his hold but his grip was like iron. He deepened the kiss in a way that had you both panicking and swooning at the same time. You didn’t know who this guy was, but he kissed like he was trying to suck the life out of you. You were getting dizzy and your vision was filling up with black splotches. You were on the verge of passing out when he finally pried his lips away from yours and set you back on your feet.

You lost your balance instantly, and fell over on your rear. Your head was spinning and you took a moment to catch your breath. You could feel the heat in your face and you were certain that it was roughly the color of a tomato. Your dazzled mind was at war with itself. One part of your mind was screaming that you needed to pick yourself off the ground and get the hell out of there before that psycho did something worse to you, while the other side of your mind was nervously dismissing the whole thing, saying that he was just showing his gratitude at you saving his life. Once your head began to clear, you scooted backwards on your ass until you felt you were out of his immediate reach. You weren’t going to let him touch you again.

“I will repay you. You have my word on that. I know you don’t fully understand what you’ve done for me today, but I will repay you for it.” he said.

He turned away from you, his eyes filled with a frightening kind of determination, and left the rooftop looking like a man with a mission.

You lay there on the roof, desperately trying to comprehend what just happened to you.

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Several months later…

You shook your head as you read the morning news.

“Man, this city’s gone to shit.” you murmured and took a sip of your coffee.

Almost overnight, your city’s crime rate skyrocketed. Murders, assaults, beatings, robberies, gang wars… there didn’t seem to be any end to it. Sure all of that stuff existed before, but not to the extreme level that it had reached in only a few months time. Something was definitely going on with the local criminal organizations and you wanted NO part of it. You glanced over at the pile of real estate brochures that rested on the kitchen counter. You had already been wanting to move for a while now, and the way things were going, you may have to move for your own safety. Young woman living alone? Yeah, you were a prime target. Luckily your apartment building was the only one in the neighborhood that hadn’t been broken into yet. Keyword being “yet”. It was only a matter of time. If there was ever a time to move out to the country, now was it. You quite frankly hated living in the city anyway. It was too noisy, too hectic, and lately, too dangerous.

A crashing sound caused you to look up from your paper. That came from just outside your door. You set the paper aside and cautiously approached the door. You reached out and put one ready hand on the handle of the baseball bat you kept next to the door and looked through the peephole. You didn’t see anything right away so you slowly opened the door. Sprawled on the floor was a little guy with pink hair who was pinned underneath a rather heavy looking box. He struggled to push the box off of himself but it wouldn’t budge. You let go of the baseball bat and threw the door open.

“Need some help?” you asked, stepping out into the hallway.

The little guy looked over at you and immediately blushed with embarrassment.

“N-no! I’m okay!” he said, rather unconvincingly. “I can handle it.”

He grunted as he tried to push the box off of himself again. It just wouldn’t budge no matter what he did. He looked back over to you, giving you a sheepish grin.

“Uh, actually… I could probably use a little bit of help… if you don’t mind…”

You couldn’t help but smile. Whoever he was, he was oddly charming. He seemed a little dense though, but hey, nobody’s perfect. You went over and knelt down next to where he lay. You pushed the box off of him and he sat up, sighing with relief.

“Thanks!” he said.

He got to his feet and looked up at you. His face flushed again, and he looked around himself, seemingly trying to avoid looking directly at your face.

Aw, he’s shy! You thought.

“I guess I overestimated my own strength…” he said and chuckled nervously.

You glanced over at all the other boxes sitting just outside of the open door to an apartment room.

“Guess this means you’re my new neighbor, huh?” you observed.

“Yep!” he said with a nod.

Getting over his shyness a bit, he offered a hand for you to shake. You smiled and shook his hand. His grip on your hand seemed to linger slightly longer than necessary before he finally let go.

“My name’s Doppio. Vinegar Doppio.” He said.

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Diavolo was overjoyed to have both his Stand and his second soul back. Not only that but he was slowly rebuilding his empire. The best part of it all was that he was no longer stuck in that infernal death loop.

He had you to thank for that.

And thank you he would.

He already made sure that you were the most protected being in the entire city. All of those under his rule knew that you were off limits. Your apartment was a safe zone and any of his underlings that passed it by wouldn’t even look at the building for fear of his wrath. Only one upstart thief thought that he would try his luck and attempt to break into your apartment. Doppio, who had been observing from the building across the street, quickly put a stop to it. Diavolo allowed his other half to deal with the disobedient worm however he desired. His dear Doppio was very thorough in his punishment. The thief's brutalized body was hung by its entrails from the ceiling of the local thieves' den. The message was very clear. Any slight towards you would be met with swift and horrific punishment. There would be no forgiveness, no chance at redemption, and NO MERCY.

Diavolo didn’t know what strange parallel world the death loop had taken him to, but what he did know is that you were destined to rule it alongside him. You hadn’t just saved his life that day you kept him from jumping from the roof, you gave him back everything that had been taken from him. You were special to him. You were clearly meant to be his. His Queen. With you by his side, he would bring this new world to its knees.

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God god the first time Crocodile gets Buggy alone after they’re really truly lifelong committed exclusive is like. Volcanic. No shame. No restraint. Buggy can’t breathe he nearly passes out. Falls to pieces over and over until he’s essentially a puddle. Cums AND pisses himself out of sheer full body shock. He doesn’t know where he starts and Crocodile ends. Its not even just the fucking — its the way crocodile buries his face against every nook and cranny and surface of Buggy’s face and body — the repeated hasty romantic confessions and declarations like he’s got a gun to his head or like it’s the only way to keep his heart pumping or get air into his lungs. It’s the desperate neediness before either of then are even undressed, that Buggy can never quite tell of Crocodile is crying or not because his voice is so strained and his face is so wet like the force of his love is tearing his body up from the inside — that repeatedly he’ll reach for or grab Buggy or a part of him only for his arm to literally melt into sand before he’s able to compose himself enough to reform (at one point he is nearly ENTIRELY sand covering and sticking to Buggy and shifting under him and Buggy swears he feels two heart beats) that crocodile can BARELY fuck him or keel a rhythm going because he’s so distracted by his captivation for Buggy, cock clumsily slipping in and out as he’s just desperate to get their hips to touch. That at times he sounds on the verge of apology — apology for loving Buggy *too* much for needing him *too* much. Buggy is his EVERYTHING and Buggy has never been more certain of anything. (And yes crocodile is stealing a thousand no a million kisses the entire time, tracing his body with them)!

(Buggy is completely speechless and quiet as a mouse the entire time asides from pants and squeaks. Completely breathless. Crocodile collapses from exhaustion after his third dry orgasm — fifth overall — and afterwards Buggy just pulls himself into Crocodile’s side to kiss the corner of his mouth and slightly smugly insist he loves Crocodile more.)

God the last line of this really got me!! I love the image of Crocodile finally letting down his walls and telling Buggy a million times, over and over, how much he loves him while they have sex … and Buggy taking it in quietly … only to turn around after the fact and be like “Ok but I love you more 💕”

Because what the hell is Crocodile supposed to do!?!! Argue!?! He’s embarrassed enough now that his post climax clarity is sinking in LOL He’s not capable of getting into a lovey dovey ‘I love you more’ ‘no I love you more’ fight … it’s too much, he has to maintain some pride!!

At the same time … he def loves that stupid clown way way more!!! Brat!?!??!!!!!

The struggle … daily life with Buggy LOL

#crocbug

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coldresolve · 1 year

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Moneymakers, pt.xxxiv // Nervous

One of those chapters where I have to put some warnings here on tumblr, so stop reading this blurb if you have no squicks and don't want to spoil the chapter. [CONTENT WARNINGS: Sadistic choice, graphic depictions of gore, vivisection of a limb, threats of paralyzation and nerve damage.] Previous / AO3 / Wattpad / Masterlist / Next

At least it doesn’t sound like they’re going to kill him right away.

Is that a good thing? Conrad isn’t so sure anymore. He finds his thoughts spiraling down grim paths as Renee returns with a bundle of blue nylon rope in his hands. His fear only grows when Davin gets up and takes the rope, sliding the knife out of his pocket, flicking it open. It catches the light, shine the same greyish white as the clouds outside.

Conrad watches as Davin measures out a yard of rope, bends it, and starts sawing at its threads with the knife. Then he does it again. And again. And again. Conrad’s stomach sinks beneath the floorboards. He feels like throwing up, but he just sits there frozen, even as he the breeze through the broken window tussles his hair.

“I understand,” he says quietly. A shot in the dark.

When Davin has four yard-long pieces in his hand, he throws the remainder of the rope into a heap by the wall and flicks the knife closed.

Renee watches from the sidelines, eyes intent not just on Conrad, but on Davin, too.

“You don’t have to show me what… what you mean,” Conrad says. “I understand…”

Davin pauses, looking at him. “I’m not convinced you do,” he says dispassionately. Takes a deep breath as he clips the knife back in his pocket. “Renee, I’m going to need your help for a minute.”

“With what?” Renee asks. There’s something almost cautious about his tone.

Davin doesn’t seem to mind it. “I’d like to tie Conrad to the table,” he says evenly.

Conrad feels the air seep out of his lungs, right down to the last particle.

“He’s gonna try to fight back this time around,” Davin adds, almost as an afterthought. He smirks as he looks at Renee. “Don’t take it personally. He fights when he has something to lose.”

The void in Conrad’s chest fills suddenly at his sharp intake of breath, and he staggers to his feet, head pounding. Stumbles a few steps backward, nearly pushing over the chair.

There’s a split second in which they all just stare at each other, him at them, they at him. Then Conrad grits his teeth, turns on his heel and makes it for the window.

He knew he wouldn’t make it far, but it still comes as a cold shock when Renee knocks into him from behind, sending them both sprawling to the floor. Conrad feels the sting as his upper arm slides over hardwood, lodging shards of glass in his skin, and Renee, landing badly on his broken arm, lets out a grunt, but is still quick to gather his bearings.

Before Conrad can push himself up fully, Renee has looped his legs around his waist, reaching up to yank his head back by the hair, and Conrad feels himself keel backwards, landing with his bare back against the hardwood floor, crying out as more glass bites in. At the same time, Renee has pushed himself up, straddling his waist. He puts his left hand around Conrad’s throat and stops just short of squeezing, eyes wide. “Try me, bitch.” His broken arm hovers by his side, barely moving even as he pants hard with the sudden rush of adrenaline.

Somewhere above them, Davin snorts. “Told you.”

Both hands wrapped around Renee’s wrist, Conrad pushes back against the looming weight threatening to cut off his air supply. “Davin,” he croaks out, “Davin, I understand, okay? I understand, I—”

The pressure suddenly lets up as Renee shifts his hand to get a firm grasp in his hair, and steps up, dragging Conrad along with him.

“Stomach or back?” Renee asks.

“Stomach,” Davin says.

Conrad lets out a groan at the pain in his scalp. As soon as Renee has dragged him to his feet, he lets go and pushes him towards the table.

“W-wait,” Conrad breathes, holding out his hands. “Wait, please—”

But both of them are walking towards him now, slowly, and the only thing he can do is back up, and soon he bumps into the dining table. He stares at their approach wide-eyed, feeling the dread building in his throat, and his knees start to get weak. Conrad is a cornered animal, a rabbit watching as the wolves zero in.

Renee is the first to reach for him. Conrad shies away as if his touch is pure fire, but then Davin is there, and Conrad freezes for just a moment too long, and Renee’s hand clasps around his wounded forearm, and Davin’s cold hands wrap around his other wrist.

“No!”

Conrad begins to struggle blindly, pulling back for every push and vice versa, clawing at clothes, trying to writhe out of their grasp, but it’s no use. They turn him around, and each man grabs an arm, and then they part ways, pulling him forward along the table. “Wait,” Conrad cries out, “please just listen to me, please just wait—”

Conrad’s feet leave the ground. At that point, they drag him forward with relative ease, until they reach the opposite end, and Conrad finds himself lying fully on the table.

Davin throws two pieces of rope to Renee. Conrad kicks forward with his legs to get enough leverage to twist free of the man’s grasp, but Davin is surprisingly strong. No matter which way he turns his arm, the vice-like grip never falters. “Davin, please,” he breathes, “please trust me when I, when I say I understand you, please j-just listen to me!”

The look of determination on Davin’s face doesn’t falter in the slightest, as he loops the rope around Conrad’s wrist and uses it to pull his hand further toward the leg of the table. Renee does the same on the other side, although he struggles to tie the knots, wincing as he has to use his broken arm. Neither of them look him in the eye.

“Davin,” Conrad wheezes. “Davin—”

As soon as Conrad’s wrist is secured, Davin starts making a loop in the other piece of rope. His hands work methodically, tying the knots.

“Davin, just talk to me,” Conrad says. “You can just talk to me, you don’t have to, to do anything, you don’t have to show me.”

Davin finally looks at him then.

Conrad swallows. “You can just t-talk to me.”

The man lets out a short breath through his nose. Then he walks back towards the other end of the table, grabbing Conrad’s leg and tying the loop around his ankle. Conrad lets out a yelp as he is pulled backwards as far as he can go, and the ropes around his wrist dig painfully into the abrasions, his chin hits the table. He feels the way his body is outstretched, stomach flat against wood. His heart is beating in his ears. He strains against it, but then Renee grabs him by his free leg, pulling backwards as well.

For each shallow breath, he makes a small sound. Rope against skin, pulled taught, the pinprick of discomfort as the hairs on his legs get caught between the threads. Conrad realizes he’s breathing too quickly and groans, swallowing thick as he tries to get his terror under control. Much like being strung from the rafters upstairs, he feels exposed, sprawled out like this.

Soon after the final knot has been tied, there’s a new sensation, and Conrad tries to look over his shoulder, but can’t even get enough leverage to do even that. He feels tugging at the fabric of his pants, on his right thigh, just above the knee.

The sound of a pocket knife clicking open again.

“Davin…?” Conrad manages to say between shallow breaths.

The sound of fabric being cut. The feeling of the cold air from outside hitting skin there. Another click of the pocket knife closing, sending a wave of relief through his body.

Davin comes back into view. The shoulder bag which Conrad knows carries his medical supplies stands on a sideboard by the wall, and from there, he pulls out a roll of fabric. Walks up in front of the end of the table, setting the roll down next to Conrad’s arm. Pauses.

As soon as Conrad lifts his head to meet the man’s expressionless eyes, Davin unclicks a button on the roll of fabric with his thumb, and unfurls it in front of his face.

They almost look like pencils at first, the thin objects neatly lined within the fabric.

They’re not.

They’re scalpels.

Conrad feels like his heart is pressing against his larynx. He hears Renee chuckle somewhere to his left. “Dh… don’t do this,” he says hoarsely, head spinning against a growing feeling of dizziness.

Davin’s hand hovers over the scalpels. He picks one up delicately, twisting it between his fingers, and Conrad sees the light catch in its razor sharp edge.

“Don’t do this.”

Scalpel in hand, Davin walks out of view again. Conrad twists in his restraints, watching the man disappear down his side.

“Please don’t do this to me. Please don’t do this to me. Please don’t d—”

There’s a sharp pain in the back of his thigh, starting out small but growing exponentially the further the blade cuts. Conrad lets out a whine as it rushes over him, feeling the blade carve along a c-shape. The knife lifts then, but before the pain can pass, it starts again, in the same place as before. Conrad can feel his flesh part, and he strains against his restraints, throat closing, head spinning with it. When he finally has enough air to do so, he lets out a scream.

Always starting in the same place, along the same trajectory, layer by layer.

Along with the blinding pain rippling through his ruined body, almost like the cold-hot flashes of a fever, there’s something new, a visceral feeling of wrongness, of intrusion, of the terrifying realization just how deep the blade slices. His attempts to writhe out of the path of the knife prove futile, his shaking hands claw desperately at wood, nails cracking against the surface of the table. The smell of blood fills the air he desperately heaves in.

“Stop!” he manages to cry out, “S-stop, please stop, please stop—”

Davin keeps going.

It feels like he’s carefully amputating the whole leg, one cut at a time. Feels like he’s already several inches down, like at any moment, he’s going to start sawing through the femur. Conrad can barely hear his own screams through the deafening screech of agony, feels as his grasp on the world begins to slip, as his mind cascades into a whirlwind. Up and down, left and right, they all begin to blur. It’s all he can do to keep the air whistling in and out of his lungs, heart galloping in his chest.

Time has no meaning. Conrad just screams. Screams to empty his lungs, and hauls in the next breath just so he can scream again.

The blade stops, and there is a pause.

Shuddering with the aftershocks of pain, Conrad’s cheek is pressed to the table, and he blinks, dazed. Lets out a whine, and then another.

“Take a deep breath, Conrad.”

If his heart could sink out of his chest, it probably would. Now that the immediate pain is beginning to fade, he can feel the pool of blood that has collected on the table under his thigh, feels the way it has seeped into the fabric of his pants, all the way down to his shin.

He takes a deep breath.

He feels fingers reach into the gaping wound on the back of his thigh. And then something happens.

There is a point at which pain ceases to be comprehensible to the mind, like the scope of infinity, or the vastness of the ocean. The brain lacks capacity to describe it, can only compartmentalize certain aspects of it at a time. Where it easily identifies location and kind, it suddenly struggles to pinpoint severity.

Conrad feels as though his entire right leg, from his foot to his hip, has been doused in a strong acid, set ablaze, crushed, mangled. There’s waves of it, rolling through his flesh. His screams take on an animalistic quality, tearing through his vocal cords as he mindlessly writhes in place.

And then it stops, leaving him gasping, blinking stars out of his eyes, struggling to comprehend what just happened.

Somewhere, distantly, Davin clears his throat. “What you just felt was me running my nail along two of the largest branches of your femoral nerve,” he says calmly. “One is called the saphenous nerve, and it supplies your calf. It’s purely sensational – touch, pain, heat, cold, et cetera. The other is articular and supplies your knee joint, lets you move around.”

Conrad can’t begin to understand what Davin just said. “Stop,” he whimpers.

“If I sever your saphenous nerve,” Davin continues, “I imagine it’ll feel worse than what I just did, but you’ll still be able to walk. If I sever your articular nerve, you won’t feel a thing, but you’ll be paralyzed in your knee for the rest of your life. No more fucking running.”

Conrad lets out a dry sob. It’s half-hearted and exhausted, the kind of sob that only comes when you’re at your wit’s end, rocking through his tired chest, grating in a throat hoarse from screaming.

Davin walks back into his field of view. The man’s hands held casually at his sides are coated in blood, the scalpel nearly disappearing in all the red. It drips from his fingers onto the floor. “I’m going to give you the choice, Conrad. Saphenous or articular?”

Teeth gritted, Conrad barely manages to suppress another sob, chin resting on the table. He’s too tired to even lift his head up to look Davin in the eye. “N-no,” he croaks out. “I w-won’t, I won’t try it again. I promise, I promise, Davin, I’m begging you—”

“I think you’re in the kind of mood where you’d tell me anything you think I want to hear. But you got it wrong, Conrad. All I want to hear is you making a decision.”

“No, pl-… I mean it, I won’t try anything again, so you don’t have to, to, to do anything, you don’t—”

“If you don’t choose, I’ll cut both.”

Conrad’s voice breaks. “No, Davin—no, don’t do this to me, don’t—”

Davin starts walking back to his leg.

“No, wait, wait wait wait wait!”

The man stops in his tracks.

Waits.

Conrad has already felt it once. The damage is done, isn’t it? What’s a second similar memory to the prospect of paralyzation?

His voice is shaking. “Th-the s… the s…s-saph…”

“Saphenous?”

Conrad lets out a breath. “Yh… yes.”

“Very well.”

He has to face that terror again, the knowledge of what he has to go through, a fresh recollection already missing entire chunks of time from an experience too extreme to remember correctly. Conrad begins hyperventilating as Davin disappears out of view, shuts his eyes tight. How do you prepare yourself for something like this?

You don’t.

You can’t.

Snip.

His vision fails, blinding white in an instant. There’s one hard spasm, after which his body goes rigid, from his legs to his fingers, frozen into claws. His mind slides off a cliff, tumbling into the raging waters below. The air, rancid with the smell of blood, squeezes its way past a mostly closed throat to a chest that can only move in small increments at a time. A gasp gets choked back, dies. The ringing in his ears fades into silence.

At last, Conrad lets out a moan, and slides into a deep darkness, where the pain cannot follow him.

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grim-liturgy · 2 years

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A little snippet from Father Joseph's point of view.

Featuring public sex, the threat of discovery, breathplay, degrading language, and a bit of blood. He is a vampire after all.

Life in the church had grown rather boring. At least, it had been until the little investigator came to town. That dear lost lamb, refusing to take part in the sacrament, it maddened me. Sitting in the confessional booth, I listened carefully to the sins one of my flock recounted. Minor, stupid things, and I nearly said as much. Still, the thought of the investigator, of fresh blood and free will, of a challenge, made my dead heart want to race with anticipation.

"Come to my side, and show me how repentant you truly are," I ordered.

"Yes Father," it replied, a dumb little plaything that had no desire to be anything more. It was truly shocking, just how many humans were so willing to debase themselves in all manner of ways after they'd been stripped clean of their inhibitions. My blood did little more than free them from the shackles of their shame, leaving eager, gasping bodies that ached to serve their one true God in the most carnal of ways.

The curtain opened, and my toy was quick to open the wooden door to my side of the confessional. It slipped inside, the door locking us in together with a soft click. I didn't smile, but it was a near thing. Such stupid, mindless creatures, amusing, but oh so boring when one wanted conversation. Luckily for this particular toy, it wasn't conversation I was after.

"Well then? What are you waiting for?" I asked, spreading my legs as I leant back against the wall of the confessional.

It would be more amusing, watching it strip bare in such a cramped space, if the thing before me was capable of being embarrassed. A shame, that I had liberated it so fully. Perhaps it was time to experiment once more. To wean a select few off of my blood and see if they still wished to serve so eagerly. They always had in the past. And oh how they would squirm and blush and beg when their little heads got clearer. When they could actually comprehend the world around them without the haze of my influence clouding their silly little thoughts.

"Relax, and kneel. Suck me, get me wet and dripping before I fuck your tight little hole," I murmured, my hand resting atop its head as it knelt between my legs. Footsteps drew near, and I groaned at the interruption as the toy between my thighs moved my cassock up and out of the way. "Not a sound from you," I ordered, practically feeling when my words took hold.

It wouldn't be able to even think about going against my will, too wrapped up in my influence to do anything but eagerly obey. I looked down, watching hungrily as it undid the button of my slacks, freeing me. A second later, as the curtain opened once more, it swallowed me down in one practiced move.

"Welcome my child, speak and I shall listen," I said, voice almost warm, welcoming in a way I did not have to be. The church suited me, and I suited it, though the pope would likely keel over dead at seeing just what kinds of penance were offered in these hallowed halls.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned, it has been many years since my last confession," spoke the voice of the newcomer. The one person in the entire town I did not control, the lost lamb that refused to join the flock. Arousal gripped me tighter. A smile spreading across my face that none would bear witness to. If only the little investigator could see beyond the screen of the confessional, perhaps it would see the depravity that took place mere inches away.

My hand made the sign of the cross on reflex alone, the sound of rustling fabric hopefully covering the barely there sound of a careful, but eager mouth.

"I do not know where to start Father. I know that I have committed blasphemy, that I have laid with others out of wedlock, that I have taken the Lord's name in vain," it spoke, and I let my hand tangle in the hair of my toy.

"What sins have driven you to confess today my child? Surely you would not confess after years of silence if not for something in particular," I asked, as if I didn't have a mouth eagerly swallowing me down to the hilt. As if I did not intend on fucking a stupid little slut the second this lost lamb left the area.

"I-, I have lusted for a servant of God, in detail," it admitted, sounding mortified at saying the words aloud. It had no way of knowing that I had driven it to do so with a meeting of our eyes during the homily. It did not know that I knew the exact fantasy I had infected its mind with. It had been so long since I had a plaything that wasn't completely brainless, I'd nearly forgotten how much fun it truly was.

"It is human, to be attracted to someone, even when you should be thinking of other things. Is that why you denied yourself the sacrament my child? These lustful thoughts?"

"Yes Father."

"And is that all that brings you to me? Blasphemy? My child, sex is no sin. It is human, natural, there is no need to shame yourself for such things. Even the holiest of us have urges, whether or not we indulge them is between us and God. As you have taken no oaths, no penance is needed beyond that required for such blasphemy and for going without confession for so long."

I can practically hear its confusion. No doubt it thought that I would ridicule it, belittle it, for these sins. For these simple acts that the church at large painted as nearly demonic. Perhaps it had wanted my derision, my scorn. I would need to observe and adjust this game of mine accordingly.

"Ten Hail Mary's, and a rite of contrition before bed tonight, and upon waking in the morning. By the grace of God you will be forgiven, and you shall be worthy of the sacrament once more," I murmured, eager to bury myself properly within this toy of mine, eager to get the lost lamb to go on its way.

"Thank you Father. May the lord be with you," it murmured, already standing from what I could hear.

"And with your spirit my child," I replied, listening to the sound of the curtain opening, to the retreating footsteps. When it had ventured far enough away, I turned my full attention down to the trembling body between my legs.

"Up," I snarled, eager in a way I rarely was these days.

My toy gasped for air, and I laughed, a little cruelly, as I hauled it up into my lap. It weighed little more than a feather in my grasp, as fragile and delicate as porcelain when confronted with a being like myself.

"Quiet, let me use you, let me show you exactly what you're good for you whore," I ordered, getting a grasp under its thighs to maneuver it properly. It took no effort at all to hold it in place, to fuck up in to its willing body, claiming it in the name of God once more. Slick sounds echoed in the booth, and I watched with cruel amusement as it tried to stay silent. "Stop breathing. You're being too loud. A hole shouldn't be loud. A hole should be quiet and thankful that its being fucked. Stop. Breathing."

And just like that, its heart raced, air frozen in its lungs. Perhaps I would let it pass out, let it regain consciousness speared on my cock, being fucked for as long as it amused me.

Leaning forward, I bit at its bottom lip, drawing blood as its heart raced ever faster, its body twitching and tensing in my grasp. "Breathe," I ordered, watching it gasp and pant as I leant in, licking the blood from its chin, following the path to the delicate skin that I had broken open mere moments before. The taste was sublime. Endorphins and iron that made me shudder as I chased after every stray drop.

Footsteps drew near again, and I pulled back with a grin, a wide and vicious thing as I slowed my thrusts, lowering my toy down into my lap properly. "Grind down against me, you're going to be quiet, and you're going to fuck yourself on my cock. If you make a single noise, I'll make sure you pass out this time. Am I understood little whore?"

"Yes Father."

A smile crossed my face as I made myself comfortable, my hands resting on undulating hips as the curtain opened once more.

"Welcome my child. Speak on your sins, and I shall listen."

#heirophilia #hierophilia #priest kink #religion kink #blasphemy kink #blasphemy #commissions are open #vampire priest #deity kink #father joseph #father joseph pov #midnight mass adjacent #midnight mass #father joseph can be cis or transmasc in the if #readers choice

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handledwithgloves · 2 days

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How Harry Potter Ended Up With Three Dads (wc:2k)

"He's drunk," Remus says, peering through the curtains at the slumped over figure on their front porch, "We can't just leave him out there."

Sirius scowls, waving his hand dismissively, "Oh, you and your... kind heart. Damn you! Let him in then!"

Remus makes no rush to open the door but once he does, he could feel just how cold it is outside. He tucks himself further into the warmth of his bathrobe before stepping out onto the porch.

"Severus?" Remus asks warily, inching closer still to the man, "What are you doing here?"

Severus looks up then. Still the same gaunt, thin, sad face from their school days, if not worse from the drunken aura of the man. He looks as if he hasn't slept in days.

"Are you well enough to talk?" Remus asks, squatting down so he could be eye to eye with the man.

Severus only shivers in response. Remus's eyes grow wide in shock.

"Merlin!" he nearly shouts, "Your lips are blue! Just how long have you been out here? Sirius!"

"What?" Sirius grumbles from the front door, "Did he finally keel over and die?"

"Sirius, help me carry him in. I think he's got hyperthermia," Remus says, taking one of Severus's arms and throwing it over his shoulder.

"Hypothermia, Moony," Sirius smiles, taking Severus's other arm and slinging it over his own shoulders none too gently, "I thought you were supposed to be the word-y one here?"

Severus grunts as Sirius 'accidentally' smacks his head against the door. The two of them haul Severus's body into the house as Sirius shuts the door with his foot.

"Over there," Remus says, nodding his head to the fireplace.

As soon as they got him settled and the fireplace is roaring with life, Remus and Sirius finally catch their breaths. Severus looks less dead now but they still had no idea what to make of him. Sirius was the first to voice his concern.

“What the ever living fu - “ one look from Remus cuts him off before he continues with a scowl, “What is he doing here, Remus? And why is he half dead? Doesn’t the bastard know how to cast a warming charm?”

“I don't know,” Remus looks over to Severus’s sleeping body. He’s sitting up, stock still. “I didn’t even know he knew where we lived. I mean, it’s not a secret but still, I didn’t think he cared.”

“Well, whatever. We can’t keep him here. We have a - “ Sirius mimes cradling something in his arms and then points upwards.

“Yes, you don’t think I know that?” Remus snaps, “As soon as he’s better, I’ll wake him up and have him leave. Problem solved.”

Sirius sighs with attitude as he sits down on their couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Better be soon,” he says testily, “It’s near three in the morning. I’m exhausted.”

Remus sits down beside Sirius. “Oh, you’re exhausted?” Remus scoffs, “You’re not the one - “ he mimes changing diapers but Sirius only frowns in confusion, “The very fact that you don’t know what I’m doing only further proves my point.”

“Whatever,” Sirius says, “When one person in this house wakes up, we all wake up.”

“Better take what little chance we have while we have it,” Remus says, resting his head on the back of the couch and closing his eyes.

When Remus opens his eyes again, he is disoriented; unsure how he got to the living room and why he left the fireplace on. Then he focuses on an empty spot near the fireplace, alarms in his head going off that he’s forgotten something important concerning that specific area. Then there is a sudden thump upstairs and Remus leaps to his feet without hesitance. The baby - Harry!

Remus swings across the stairs skipping steps by two as he rounds the corner of the hallway to Harry’s room. The door was wide open. Remus bursts in to find Severus hovering over Harry’s crib, muttering something. Harry is awake, cooing at him as if he understood what Severus was saying. Remus draws his wand immediately.

“Severus,” Remus calls authoritatively, “Step away from the child.”

Severus tenses at Remus’s voice but he doesn’t comply. His wand is drawn and Remus steels himself to fight as a last resort, not wanting to get Harry between the crossfires. Remus opens his mouth again to speak, to lower the tension in the room, when suddenly a spell zooms past his head. Before he knows it, Harry is in Severus’s arms.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Remus shouts just as Severus darts across the room, missing him by inches.

Severus flings open another door to the room and dashes past him before he could utter another spell. Damn! Why did they have to put Harry in a room with so many doors?

“Sirius!” Remus shouts in panic, “Sirius! He has Harry!”

He chases after Severus, always just barely missing him as he darts around corners of his house, jumping through doors, and gliding through hallways. He can hear Sirius’s heavy footsteps running around somewhere, trying to find a way to corner Severus. And then he hears it; Sirius’s footsteps getting closer, louder, and faster.

“Sirius! Don’t!”

Sirius seems to understand a millisecond before colliding with Severus and Harry, barreling instead towards an unsuspecting door and crashing through it.

“What part of ‘he has Harry’ did you not understand?” Remus shouts behind his back as he passes Sirius.

“The part where you bloody let him in the house!” he hears Sirius shouting back.

He’d lost sight of Severus now, finally slowing down to a stop as he tries to listen to any doors being open or, potentially, any windows being smashed so he could escape with Harry. Sirius pats his shoulder, panting just a bit, but not from running, from anger.

“Why does he know the layout of our house?” Sirius shouts incredulously.

“Severus has always been very… complicated,” Remus replies evenly.

“Complicated. Oh, be nicer would you?” Sirius spits, “He’s mad. He’s mad and he’s got Harry!”

“Sirius,” Remus tries to calm him, “He’s still in the house. I think he was doing something to Harry, talking to him or something, before I found him.”

“Talk - talking?” Sirius waves his hands up in exasperation, “Jesus, Remus! He could’ve been cursing Harry for all we know!”

Just then, the most wonderful sound could be heard from downstairs; Harry’s laughing. Sirius moves first, shoving past Remus to get to the stairs. It takes a while for Remus to recover. He had done this. He was the one who brought Severus inside. He believed Severus wasn’t so bad and for a moment, he doubted himself but hearing Harry laugh reignited that belief.

By the time he got to the downstairs hallway, Sirius was already there, banging hard on the bathroom door and trying his best to peer in through the frosted glass. Remus had no idea why the previous owners of this house would want their guest bathroom to have a frosted glass but he’s so glad that they did because he could see the blobs of Severus Snape and Harry sitting on the floor of the bathroom, safe and unharmed.

“When I get you Snivellus, you’re going to wish you were sent to Azkaban with all the other filthy Death Eaters! D’you hear me?” Sirius shouts, jiggling the handles again just to try to scare Severus, “Worse than death! I’ll tear you to pieces if you touch a hair on that boy’s head!”

Remus was still looking in next to Sirius when a thought had come to mind and he was never happier that Sirius was far too angry to think straight. He walks back down the hall and turns a corner to the kitchen, down another hall. Then, quickly, before the door could shut, he barges into the bathroom where Severus slams the door shut with a spell. But he was too late, Remus was already inside, thanking the previous owner for their love of rooms with multiple doors.

Severus is sitting on the bathroom floor with Harry in his lap, facing him. He’s bent over Harry, muttering again, as the infant plays with his hair. He’s crying, Remus notes from the sniffling he hears coming from the man.

“Remus!” Sirius shouts excitedly from behind the bathroom door, “Remus do something! He’s molesting the baby!”

“Shut up, Sirius!” Remus shouts, fists clenching his wand at his side. Jokes like that shouldn’t be made so lightly. Remus takes a breath, trying now to sound as gentle as he could, “Severus, you can’t cry on Harry.”

“You don’t even love him.”

Remus sighs with a roll of his eyes. “And you do?” he tucks his wand away, noticing that Severus’s wand had rolled towards the far wall.

“Listen, he can say my name. Go on, say it,” he prods at Harry.

“Oh, for Godric’s sake, Severus!” Remus flings his arms frustratedly, “He’s not a talking doll! You can’t just poke him and make him say your name!”

“You tell him, Remus! Get that sniveling drowned bastard away from my godson!”

“Sirius! For the love of - Shut up!” Remus shouts.

Severus is mumbling again and this time Remus really is a bit worried he’s putting a curse on Harry but as he nears, he hears him much more clearly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re Lily’s precious boy, aren’t you? Will you ever forgive me? I’m so very sorry,” Severus chatters like a mantra into Harry’s face.

“Severus,” Remus gently places his hand on the other man’s shoulder, “Severus, give me the boy. It’s his bedtime.”

Severus sniffles. “I came to apologize,” he says, “I - I never got to - to Lily.”

“I understand,” Remus sighs, crouching down and placing his other hand gently to Severus’s forearm, “but he doesn’t. If you really want to apologize to him properly, do it sober and when he’s understood everything.”

Severus sniffles again, giving a slow nod before he leans back onto the bathtub behind him. Gently, carefully, Remus takes Harry from his arms. Harry seems unharmed, thankfully. He’s smiling brightly up at Remus, generally happy. He lets himself relax, standing up and towards the door, opening it to a stressed Sirius.

“You got him?” Sirius says, peering down at Harry who’s yawning now.

“This whole ordeal must have tired him out,” Remus says with a laugh.

“Yeah,” Sirius rolls his eyes, “He’s the tired one. I swear tonight just shaved ten years off my lifespan. What happened in there? I couldn’t hear a thing.”

“We just had a chat,” Remus replies, moving past Sirius and heading up the stairs.

“You mean he’s still in there?” Sirius’s temper flared.

“Leave him be,” Remus gives him a glare, “He’s fallen asleep against the bathtub.”

“Remus,” Sirius starts, “You can’t be serious?”

“He just wanted to apologize to Harry,” Remus says calmly, “I’ve already talked him down from it.”

“We can’t let him stay!” Sirius says desperately.

“You’re welcome to stay up and watch him all night Sirius,” Remus smirks, “Merlin knows you have some sort of wild fascination with him, but Harry and I will be off to bed. Won’t we, Harry?”

Harry gives another, large yawn as his eyes droop lower and lower. Remus smiles. Not even two years on his earth and he’s already a handful of trouble, Remus sighs, placing Harry in his crib. Sirius indignantly complains about Severus’s stay and that Remus thinks he has some ‘wild fascination’ with Snape all the while they make their way to their room.

The next morning, Remus and Sirius are down in the kitchen, with Harry sitting in his feeding chair, when Severus appears with a hand to his head and seemingly looking like he’s going through the worst hangover ever experienced by man. Remus hands him a potion.

“Drink it,” Remus says, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Sirius grunts, “Brewed it myself, Snivellus, so you better not have any complaints.”

Severus gives Sirius a sneer as he takes the bottle without question and gulps it down. He grimaces for a moment, the taste surely not the best so early in the morning. Then, he looks like his usual, depressing self.

“Compliments where compliments are owed, Black,” Severus says, placing the potion on the counter, “Though I would add just a touch more - “

“That’s enough out of you, Snape,” Sirius scowls, aiming the spatula he was using to stir their scrambled eggs at Severus, “I brewed it perfectly and you know it. You just want to be an arse.”

“Severus,” Remus steps forward, “Do you remember anything that transpired here last night?”

“I do not recall,” Severus says smoothly, looking away as a light blush flushes his cheeks.

So he did remember everything. Which means he remembers the conversation they had in the bathroom about Harry. Remus smiles. That was good. If not for Severus, then for Harry, when he’s ready to learn everything that happened that night with his parents. Speaking of -

Harry makes a loud indignant shout, upset that he’s being kept out of the conversation. Remus watches as Severus slowly inches towards him with a face of slight disgust or discomfort. Sirius rushes forward as well, thrusting the spatula into Remus’s hands.

“Snivellus, if you even think about kidnapping that boy again - “

“Please, Black. It was hardly a kidnapping if I remained in your house,” Severus says lazily before turning back to Harry, “Pathetic little thing. Isn’t it overweight?”

“Babies look like that, Severus,” Remus says over his shoulder as he plates the scrambled eggs next to he bacon.

Sirius scoffs, hovering over Harry and pinching his cheeks, “Just because your baby pictures have you looking like a drowned cat doesn’t mean our cute little Harry is the same.”

Harry slams his fists down on the table at that, babbling to Sirius.

“Oh, Harry didn’t like that jibe towards Severus, Sirius,” Remus chuckles, “Best to apologize.”

Just then, Harry does the most amazing thing. “Sebuh,” Harry says.

Severus takes a step back, hand flying to his mouth as Sirius peers closer at Harry’s face.

“Sebus,” Harry says again, laughing and making grabbing motions towards Severus.

It was Sirius’s turn to back away in awe then, clutching his chest in shock and disbelief. Severus on the other hand was inching towards Harry again. His hand reaches out and he lets Harry grab at his fingers. Ever so quietly, they could hear sniffling coming from Severus again.

“Oh, come now, Snivellus,” Sirius rolls his eyes.

“I want to be a part of his life.”

“What?” Sirius shouts as Remus says, “Okay.”

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themultifandomgal · 10 months

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Tyler Posey- Insecurities

Being in the public eye has its positives and it’s negatives. Unfortunately some days the negatives seems to out way the positives. When I was asked to come back to film for the Teen Wolf movie I was more than excited to. I couldn’t wait to see my best friends, some who I’ve not seen for a while now and working with my boyfriend,Tyler, again I just couldn’t wait. But I know since we finished the final season I have put on weight which the media have picked up on. Tyler and I have been dating since season 4 of Teen Wolf and tonight is date night. We have both been busy today filming but knowing that it was only a day shoot for all of us we decided that today would be perfect. Weirdly Tyler has told me to get ready in my trailer.

So here I am trying on dress options I had brought with me. Trying to get ready for my date but I just can't find the right one. I'm looking at myself in my full length mirror. Sighing I sit on my couch and look at Instagram for ideas, maybe I can text Holland or Shelly to run to mine and Tyler’s hotel room and get me some more clothes. However instead I end up seeing different Instagram models. Stupidly I begin to compare myself to them. The extra skin on my stomach, my thighs, my arms. I sit there not realising that I'm crying until my trailer door opens

“Tyler wants to know if your nearly ready because…. oh my god YN what’s wrong?” In runs Holland, shutting the door behind her “Are you hurt? Feel sick? Has something happened between you and Tyler?”

“No” I shake my head

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Just in my head”

“About what?” Holland is now by my side pulling me into her

“Why does he love me?”

"What do you mean? YN Tyler loves the hell out of you, do you not realise how much he talks to the boys about you? God he doesn't shut up about you YN he loves you. What’s brought this on? You know he loves you”

“I know he loves me, but why. He could have anyone. A model for Christ sake, but he chose me” Holland then looks over at my phone and sees that I’m on Instagram

“You really need to get off social media if it’s hurting you so much. These bodies are fake, you are real and that what Tyler loves about you. So let’s get you dressed and redo your makeup because Tyler is waiting”

"I'm not in the mood to go out now. Can you tell Tyler I’m not feeling well”

“Not gonna happen because either way you have to see Tyler, you live together remember. And anyway he has something planned so come on we have got 30 minutes before the love of your life will knock on that door with a bunch of flower"

Just as Holland had said 30 minutes later, Tyler knocks on the door with a bunch of peonies, my favourite flowers.

Tyler takes us for a picnic on the lacrosse field, this is where we had our first on screen kiss together, but also where we had our first off screen kiss. Where we both fell in love

"Babe are you ok? You've been really quite"

"I don't want to ruin our date"

"Talk to me. We can have more dates but I can't help you if you don't talk to me and tell me what's wrong"

"It's just..." I sigh placing my head on his shoulder "I see these girls on Instagram and then there's me. I'm nothing special and I just don't understand how you could love me when I look like this. I know you love me, but you could have anyone, the media tell me enough that I’ve started to believe them”

"Hey, look at me” I lift up my head and look into Tyler’s eyes “you know what I see. A beautiful, caring, sexy woman who puts other people before herself. I love you YN YLN"

"Even though I'm not stick thin with huge boobs and perfect flowing hair"

"You are perfect to me. Everything about you, I'm not with those Instagram models for a reason. I will do anything to show you that it's you I want. I never what you to feel like I don't want you so that why I'm going to do this" I look at him confused then shocked as I watch him shift and keel on one knee and pull out a box "I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you. I don't care that you don't look like those Instagram models, your beautiful and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So YN YLN will you marry me?" I begin to cry

"Yes. Yes of course I'll marry you" Tyler puts the ring on my finger and then there's loads of cheers, I look around to see all our friends running to us

"I told you he had something planned" Holland tackles me to the ground in a hug me

“Carful don’t break my fiancé”

“Ahhh your a fiancé!” Shelly squeals with Crystal. I get up and hug Tyler, gently placing a kiss on his lips

"I love you YN"

"I love you too Ty”

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moonlight-prose · 1 year

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EPIPHANIES IN DISGUISE

➝ 03. WE'LL HAVE MANHATTAN

a/n: so i originally gave up on this fic. fully ready to delete it from here and ignore i ever started it, but then someone gave me such a warm message that it reminded me of my love for this story. i also only posted it to ao3 a long time ago, because i wasn't interested in putting it here anymore. but now i'm saying fuck it and continuing my small self indulgent murder mystery.

summary: you'd never consider yourself a detective, but when javier shows up with evidence...things begin to take form.

word count: 4.1k+

pairing: javier peña x fem!reader

warnings: not explicit, cussing, talk of murder, talk of death, mentions of vomit, drunkenness, alcohol consumption, awkwardness, ptsd, grief, angst, and dark humor.

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You wished Ria lived just a little bit closer to your place, but for some reason she was insistent on finding a place that was fit for a king. Granted…she could afford it. You suppose that’s why you were heading there—looking for something entirely different to get your mind off of what happened. Off the sight of Jasper lying on the ground dead. Fuck, you could barely close your eyes without seeing his lifeless eyes and that thought alone had bile rising up the back of your throat.

“Hey you alright?” the cab driver asked, his eyes wary in the rearview mirror.

Nodding quickly, you nearly sobbed with relief as he pulled off the side of the road—Ria’s apartment building right in front of you. “Thanks,” you mumbled, tossing the cash his way and stumbling out onto the sidewalk.

A few more minutes in the fucking cab and you’d have to pay extra just to have the car detailed and cleaned. You certainly didn’t have enough money for that. The morning sun was cresting over the city skyline—a sight you’d never tire of seeing—and it was then you realized how much you needed sleep. How much you craved it. After hours in a police station, still covered in Jasper’s blood, you felt as if death was steadily breathing down your neck.

Waiting for you to keel over too.

Shoving the prickly feeling on your back, you carefully climbed the steps, the alcohol and shock mixing together to create quite a lethal combination. You’d have to thank Javier for the booze, but also make him promise never to do that again. Sure, you kissed him because you were sad, lonely, desperate for comfort, but it wasn’t right—especially given that you were a known lightweight when it came to alcohol. If the two of you were to ever talk again (although you hoped it’d only happen when he found who killed Jasper) you needed to pretend that nothing happened.

That you were merely two strangers again.

You were grateful that Ria’s apartment building elevator was always broken. At this point you weren’t sure you could even handle that motion. Instead you climbed the stairs one by one, keeping your eyes on your feet below and doing your best not to trip and fall. It was harder than it looked though.

“She just had to live on the fifth floor,” you muttered, the wave of nausea nearly bringing you to your knees. “Fuck.”

“Hey is everything okay?” A man’s voice came from the top of the stairs, his footsteps following quickly after as he met you where you’d sat down.

“Mhm,” you slurred. “I’m fucking fanta—oh shit—” Falling back, you were met with dark brown eyes filled to the brim with concern.

When you said that New Yorkers were some of the rudest people alive you only meant those that refused to have a single fibre of empathy in their whole body. But every once in a while, there’d be someone like this, who extended a small amount of kindness towards a stranger they didn’t know. You found yourself smiling, hot tears falling down your face yet again, as you thought of someone else who was this kind for no reason. Jasper was always there for you—even when you feel you didn’t deserve it.

“Let me help you,” he said softly. His hands were gentle as he brought you to a standing position, looping your arm over his shoulder and leading you the rest of the way up. You wanted to thank him, but all that came out was an incoherent slur of words. “Where are you heading?”

Shaking your head, you tried to free yourself from the fog that filled your thoughts. “Um…fifth floor.”

He nodded. “Fifth floor it is.”

The last time you recalled being this drunk was New Years Eve three years ago—when you’d puked off the edge of a building. Jasper joked about whether or not the laws of gravity applied to vomit. Both him and Ria dragged you home, their laughter filling your ears as they tried to keep the mood light, and if there was a time you’d go back to in your life…it was that one. You’d give anything to relive that night; to see Jasper happy again.

Stumbling, the man helped you up the last few steps, his arm tight around your waist. “I’m Dante,” he said, in the hopes that distracting you would help with how you were feeling.

“I’m…” Trailing off, you stopped him when you came across Ria’s door. The pristine look of the hallway only added to the odd feeling you usually had when coming here.

You loved Ria, you did, but why she chose a building that felt less like home than any other place, you’d never know. A part of you wanted to ask her—know the truth—but even you knew she wouldn’t reveal why she left. Why she felt the need to come live in a part of the city that almost felt forbidden to you. With the way the prices were skyrocketing day by day, the place literally was forbidden. You were in debt just standing in front of her door.

He knocked, helping you lean further into him as the lock on the door clicked and it swung open to reveal Ria. It didn’t take her long to head into panic mode (a usual for her) as she took in the sight of you nearly passed out on the floor. You made a mental note never to drink this much again—one you’d no doubt forget in a few hours. Alcohol and you were frenemies for a reason. Sometimes you could handle what you drank and other times…you were left put into a similar situation as this one. Except the last person to drag you home was Jasper.

That thought left a sour taste in your mouth.

“Hey,” Dante said, his smile reminding you of the man you left on the rooftop. “I found her on the steps and she said you were her friend.”

Ria nodded. “Yeah she’s my— Thank you for doing this.” She held the door open as the both of you stumbled inside, your head now pounding as the alcohol began to slowly wear off.

“There you go,” he muttered, helping you to collapse slowly on her chestnut hued couch. Turning back to Ria he let you fall to the side, your stomach turning one more time. “I live one floor below. Is she…um…okay?”

“No…not exactly, but she’ll get there,” she said softly, the pain explicit in her tone.

It brought the ache in your chest back, reminding you of what happened—what still had to occur in order for this to be done for good. Jasper didn’t deserve the ending that was shoved onto him. He should be here now, laughing with you at the stupidity of your ways. You could practically hear his voice ringing in your ears: “C’mon rosebud you know you can’t handle your alcohol.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, hot tears tracking down your face.

Dante’s voice paused, his eyes glancing back at you with obvious worry in his expression. He didn’t even know you and yet he helped you when he clearly had better things to do. You saw the suit he wore—the fabric probably more than what you made at work in a month—which meant he held a level of importance in life. His time was clearly valuable and yet he still helped you. If you were more coherent, you would have thanked him, but unfortunately your brain was focused solely on one thing…Jasper.

A part of you still couldn’t believe he was gone. He left you here with nothing but the gruesome memory of his death; time you would rather not have. You heard Ria lead Dante out, her words of thanks and see you laters shoved his way, because neither of you knew where you might have ended up if it weren’t for him. You guessed that you would have woken up on the staircase hours later. Probably covered in your own vomit. That image alone caused a shiver of disgust to go down your spine; the pain in your head subsiding as the urge to empty your stomach became prominent.

“How are you doing?” Ria asked, crouching on the floor near where your head lay on her couch.

Mumbling an incoherent sentence, you shut your eyes—tears still running down your face. “He’s gone.”

“I know,” she whispered, cupping your face and wiping away the tears. “Did he…” She inhaled, her words breaking. “Did he say anything to you?”

You wanted to tell her. You would have spilled your fucking guts to her the second you entered through the front door, but something tugged sharply at your heart, reminding you that the words he spoke—the last thing he would every say—was solely for you. Ria didn’t know about your deal. She held no clue that those were the last words you’d ever say to one another. Sober you would have said it without hesitation, but your emotions were broken beyond repair—pain riddling your body like a poison that was weaving its way through every vein.

Opening your mouth to tell her, you found that the words were stuck in your chest. “No,” you lied, shutting your eyes tightly. “He was in too much pain to say anything.”

She believed you quicker than you expected, but given the situation it made sense. “Just lay here okay? I-I’ll get you some water.”

She was crying—you could hear her sniffles as she walked away and it broke your heart to not be able to do anything about it. You wanted to comfort her. Remind her that you were there for her when she needed you, but you could barely lift your head up off the couch. Moving sounded like hell at a time like this.

The both of you were shattered; left hollow as a piece of your group—your family—left you for good. In all honesty you never thought you’d have to suffer through this pain so early in life. Death was inevitable. You knew this, but the sudden shift Jasper’s death caused was brutal enough to cause a downfall in not just your life but Ria’s as well. This wasn’t meant to happen so soon; wasn’t a part of your future for decades to come, yet there you were. Staring at a wall as the future became the present all too quickly.

She returned a few minutes later, her eyes redder than before and a box of tissues in her hand. The glass of water was set on the table next to the couch for easy access, but even you knew it would be left untouched. You couldn’t stomach anything at this moment. Not after filling your body with alcohol and no food. In a few hours you’d be nursing a hangover that would rival any previous ones you’d endured before, but a part of you looked forward to that. The pain let you know you could still feel things—even after your body had gone numb.

“He loved you,” you mumbled into the couch, eyes trained on the white beige of her wall across from you. A single picture frame hung there—a shot from one of her photographer friends. The three of you laughing at a party.

Funny how you couldn’t recall what the party was for or even the year it was taken, but the memory played so clearly in your head. As if it happened yesterday. You wished it had.

“What?” Ria asked, her cat-like eyes snapping to you.

“Jasper. He loved you.”

“Get some rest.”

The smell of lavender hit your nose, filling your senses slowly. She must have lit a candle to ease the tension of the room—or you had officially gone insane. You figured the answer was the former rather than the latter. The pillow she had placed beneath your head was soft and plushy. The embroidered detail pressing against the skin of your cheek. There would be an indent tomorrow morning, but you couldn’t care about trivial things like that—not today.

Your body was worn down from the hours spent in the police station and on the roof and in the apartment. It felt like you hadn’t slept in days and at this point…you weren’t sure you ever would sleep again. The image of Jasper lying in a pool of his own blood was still burned in your mind—showing up every time you attempted to close your eyes. Except your body began to shut down on its own volition; the weight of the night and day now weaning you of the remainder of your energy.

“He loved you,” you breathed one last time, the image of Jasper’s face popping up into your mind once more as you finally gave into the call of sleep.

You woke up with a start, your heart racing as the remnants of your nightmare began to fade in the back of your mind. The memory of last night replayed in your head—a sick and twisted horror film that would never end. Only when you woke up…you were still stuck inside, forced to play out the plot like a failed heroine. Jasper’s last words still rang in your ear, making the hangover you now had even worse.

Groaning, you sat up slowly in the hopes that you would forgo the act of throwing up as your head felt like someone was hammering a nail into your skull. Everything hurt and you could still feel the grime from yesterday on your skin. What you desperately needed above all else was a shower—possibly a greasy breakfast as well, but you’d see about that after you managed to get clean. Your limbs were stiff from falling asleep on the couch and you glanced up to see Ria passed out in a chair beside you.

Waking her up was not an option. She needed just as much sleep as you got and so you grabbed the small notepad on her coffee table, jotting down a note for her. Call me when you wake up. Headed home to shower. Love you.♡

Stepping lightly around her living room you slowly opened the door and slipped out. You couldn’t tell the time—your phone, dead—but you wanted to guess it was heading into the evening hours. The sun began its descent behind the towering buildings, changing the sky to different shades and hues of orange and pink. You loved the sight of sunsets (having spent days on end staring at them and painting them) but tonight that particular view felt like a mockery of your feelings. So bright, so beautiful, even when life turned dreadful.

“Alright,” you sighed, stepping onto the sidewalk and heading down the street.

You could grab a cab back to your place, but the subway entrance was only a few blocks away. In all honesty you wanted to spend as much time away from your home as possible—the temptation to get lost rather than be who you were before all of this suddenly more appealing than ever. You and Jasper always talked about running away. Taking Ria and running—just the three of you on your own. Leaving behind a past that no longer wanted you, but that never truly happened.

If only that became your reality, then maybe Jasper would still be alive.

You didn’t want to dwell on the past let alone on what could have been, but you couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from breaking through. They were always going to be there in the back of your mind, like a predator waiting to strike.

The noise of the subway helped to ease your constant anxiety; the loud echo of the train drowning out everything. People sat in their respective seats, either listening to music, reading, or staring into space. The day was coming to a close—everyone who wore suits now heading back to their homes only to come back out tomorrow morning. A routine that you and Jasper used to make fun of. He never wanted to work in an office—let alone a cubicle—and so on the days when he managed to get out of work you’d come here. Sit in one of the chairs and people watch.

You could practically see him, leaning back against the plastic seat, a smile practically dripping with ease. “I bet they’re slowly losing their sanity sitting in an office.”

The thought of him made you smile for a brief moment, until you were forced to remember what happened.

The train came to a rough stop, your body swaying with the movement and you rushed off the platform, heading up the stairs as your block came into view. It was odd to think that hours ago you were here coming back from your stupid office job; nothing on your mind except what movie you were going to watch with dinner. Strange to see the neighborhood you knew so well still remain the same even though it looked so different to you. You hardly spoke to anyone here so they would never know what happened. They’d never know you were cradling the body of your friend in your arms, that you spent more time in a police station than they had.

But you supposed that was the human experience.

Everyone’s lives were drastically different in their own way.

Searching for your key you headed into your building, the familiar scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne from the first floor tenants filling your senses. Nobody was downstairs thankfully, which gave you the opportunity to rush upstairs. Your head still pounded, but the fresh air eased up the ache in your body enough for you to make it home. Just a few more flights of stairs and you could collapse on your own couch, choosing to sleep until the police found Jasper’s killer.

You were staring at the floor, trying to drown out the outside world, only to stop in place at the sight of someone sitting on the floor by your front door.

“Hey.” His voice was recognizable even before you finished glancing up to his face. The echo of him getting to his feet bounced off the thin walls.

“Javi,” you said, tone dull from the constant onslaught of emotions.

“I wasn’t sure when you’d be home.”

“How do you know where I live?”

He huffed out half a laugh. “You had to give your address to the station if we—they needed to find you.”

Ignoring the awkward layer of tension between you two, you simply moved past him and opened your door—not bothering to see if he followed you in. While the action may have been rude at any other time, you were mentally and physically exhausted. You weren’t even sure you could feel anymore than you already had—the possibility now sounding impossible.

He shut the door behind him, eyes taking in the sight of your chaotic apartment. “I didn’t mean to barge in on you—”

“Yes you did,” you said bluntly, dropping your keys and phone on the kitchen table. “What’s going on?”

Him sighing is what made you turn around. “Shit is going sideways.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He squinted slightly, hands twitching at his sides—an old reflex he had from interrogating someone.

“My best friend died in my arms. Tell me Agent Peña, would you be okay if that happened to you?” You wished the words weren’t as harsh as they sounded, but what was done was done. More than anything you simply wanted a break. However, that didn’t seem likely in the near future.

He sighed again. “I’m sorry.”

“Before you tell me anything. I-I need to shower.”

“Right.” He glanced at the couch, waiting until you nodded to take a seat. “Just…don’t mind me. Take your time.”

You left him there, heading into your bedroom and immediately yanking off your shirt and pants. Even your undergarments felt tainted. They were soon discarded as well, tossed into your small laundry basket beside your dresser. You wanted to burn your clothes, but knew that would look bad on your part if they were ever meant to be brought back as evidence. Really you didn’t know how crime shit worked, but you’d seen it happen on television shows. Although they probably differed drastically from reality.

The hot water of the shower seared your skin and it was exactly what you needed. You couldn’t care less if it burned you raw or if the pain of the heat became too much, because you were gone. Numb past the point of giving a shit. The water cascaded down your body, encasing you in a warm tomb. It gave you something to latch onto; something to focus on as you washed the dirt, dried blood, and grime from your body.

Glancing down you watched the water run red as Jasper’s blood was cleansed from you for good. It twisted your heart violently to see it. Some sick and twisted part of you wanted to remain as you were, because at least then you’d have something to prove that he actually died. That’s what you needed for yourself more than anything…proof it happened. Proof that you held him in his final moments—the ache in your chest now hollow and vacant.

It didn’t take you long to shower, not bothering to do anything other than to clean your skin and as you walked out you found Javier sitting hunched over, his hands twirling a lighter between his fingers. He glanced up as he heard you come out, watching you as you popped a painkiller and swallowed a glass of water. The soothing cold temperature of it helped to ease you after such a steam filled shower. You could practically see the tendrils of steam exit your bathroom door—wafting into the kitchen.

“What are you really here for?” you asked, taking the chair across the coffee table.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. “Jasper didn’t die from the stab wound.”

Scoffing, you took another sip of water. “I was there.”

“That sped up the process, but he would have died either way.”

Glancing at the paper, you saw the title Coroner on the top. “What…do you mean?”

He turned it towards you. “Any person with that much fentanyl in their system would die.”

“Jasper didn’t take—”

“I know,” he stated, telling the truth. “Which means someone poisoned him.”

“W-Why?”

“I don’t know.” He twisted the lighter in his right hand again. “But now I know why they brought in former DEA agents. Just in case they figured this would lead back to something bigger.”

None of it made sense. Not the file, what happened, not even how he died. If someone poisoned him that means they’d have to do it via powder, because as far as you knew…Jasper never took medication. Not since the car accident in college. You dropped your head into your hands, your brain going into overdrive once more. This was fucked—all of it was fucked—yet you couldn’t get away from it. You had to do this for him.

“Let me help,” you said, lifting your head.

“What?”

You nodded. “Let me help you find who did this, because the police aren’t going to figure it out.”

“Well…we don’t know that.”

“I do,” you replied. “You just got here, but I know what happens with murder cases like these. They try to find the killer and eventually another murder happens and they are pushed to focus on that and they label this case as cold. There’s always another murder, but I can’t…I won’t let Jasper’s go unsolved.”

Javier regarded you with a look that would have normally made you feel shy all of a sudden. It was ridiculous to even think that—when you were currently plotting to basically take on a murder case yourself. The kiss wasn’t forgotten about (at least on your end), but you couldn’t allow yourself to focus on that at the moment. You weren’t sure when you’d be able to focus on it again.

“Be careful,” he said. “I don’t want you getting in trouble for taking this on.”

Taking the paper, you glanced at the empty wall to your right. You meant to hang up the picture frames that were gathering dust in the corner of your bedroom, but for now…it’d have to hold something far more important. The small tin of pins was on your kitchen counter and you grabbed one, placing it between your teeth as you pressed the paper to the wall. The first piece of evidence, the first step in finding out what happened.

“Don’t worry about me,” you said, stepping back. “We’ve got a murder to solve.”

#javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña #javier pena fic #pedro pascal #my writing #will this get another chapter?#who knows

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Chapter Summary: The search for Sam leads the group straight to the monster - will they make it it out alive?

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: character death, violence, blood, broken bones, biting, language

Notes: I wrote this chapter while listening to Spotify's Witchcore Mix and Tchaikovsky if that helps you understand what tone I'm apparently going for (also thanks to @infinisonicosm for the fic idea!!)

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“Well…fuck me,” was all Rae could think to say. Josh let out a long groan from behind her.

“Why does everything have to be so hard?”

“That’s what she said,” Morgan whispered to Danny, who stared at Morgan in shock. Morgan shrugged back, dejected that Danny hadn’t found his quip to be funny.

The monster let out a rumbling growl that recaptured their attention and made his first attack, clawing in their direction. Jake had forced his way to the front of the group and stood tall in an attempt to shield them all. Rae and Morgan yelped as they watched the monster catch Jake in the side and fling him through the air so he crashed into the damp walls of the cave.

Josh transformed into a bat with a squeak and flew up towards the grisly, gray head of the beast, using his claws to scratch around his face. It seemed like Josh’s attack was working since the beast turned away from the rest of them, but then they realized that he was moving in Jake’s direction.

“Oh no,” Rae whispered in distress. Jake still hadn’t gotten up from where he had fallen hard, and a puddle of blood was growing around his abdomen. Josh flapped around the beast’s face with more desperation, smacking and scratching wherever he could, but the monster moved forward with no delay. While in the air, Josh transformed back into his human form, dropping limply onto the beast. The deadweight of Josh’s falling body definitely slowed the monster down for a brief moment, but after keeling over to recover from the blow, the beast was back upright, moving towards a still unconscious Jake.

“Shit, I thought that would work,” Josh sputtered from his spot where he had fallen to the ground.

Danny snapped to action and started to gather materials from around the cave, twisting his hands in circles to have them mix in front of him. He first approached Josh and forced the concoction into his mouth, and then rushed after the monster, which was nearly to Jake. Josh smacked his lips a few times, coughed, and then sprung to his feet, looking rejuvenated.

“FFFFUCK YEAH!” Josh hollered.

Danny moved at a mind-boggling pace, sliding between the monster’s feet, and similarly fed Jake his potion. Then, he turned around and found the beast hovering directly above him, huffing with rage. Danny squeezed his eyes shut and held his hand out, grimacing in pain. Rae had no idea what he was doing, but then a large boulder came soaring past her and Morgan and proceeded to strike the monster in the square of his back. While Josh’s contact with the monster had hardly slowed him down, this brought him to his knees with an anguished cry.

Since the monster was closer to eye level, Rae finally got a better look at him. Out in the snow, the monster had looked like a mere shadow against the stark background of white but, in the cave, she saw his complexities. The beast’s skin was a corpse-like grayish purple and wrinkled with spurts of white, wiry hair coming out in thinned patches. He was evidently malnourished since his ribs were practically pressing through the skin around his torso. He had an oversized mouth with rows of razor sharp teeth and slits for a nose, like a snake. Rae tried to find his eyes, but she frowned when she looked closer. The beast had deep scratches running under his brows, as if they had been clawed out.

“He’s blind!” Rae shouted to her friends. “He can’t see you!”

Rae was glad to share that intel with everyone, but she should have thought twice about shouting so loud. Sure, the monster couldn’t see well, but that meant his hearing was that much better. Even though the blow from the rock had obviously made an impact on the monster’s strength, he forced himself up to face Rae with a newfound rage. Rae’s brain shut off in a panic, but she still held her fists out in front of her, as if encouraging the monster to bring on a fight. Beside her, Morgan stood tall, glaring at the monster.

Danny was kind enough to use his telekinesis to send another large boulder at the monster, dropping it on his lizard-like feet so Rae and Morgan wouldn’t have to fight. The potion had worked well enough to get Jake back up, and he transformed into a werewolf with a low growl, unleashing his claws on the monster. Josh retrieved a pointed rock from the ground by his feet, grinned up at the monster, and joined Jake. Rae exchanged a quick glance at Morgan to make sure he was okay, and noted that he was watching Danny, Jake, and Josh work in awe. Rae had to admit that a part of her was disappointed she didn’t have any supernatural abilities of her own to bring to the table. Standing off to the side made her feel powerless and insignificant.

Black blood like gasoline flowed from the monster and he released a shallow yelp. With all the strength he could afford, he removed the boulder from his feet, let out another cry, and then broke free from Danny, Jake, and Josh’s attack. To Rae and Morgan’s horror, the monster started to run directly at them. Rae instinctually positioned herself in front of Morgan to take the brunt of the attack but, instead, the monster booked it right past them, going deeper into the cave.

“Let’s go!” Josh to them all, motioning where the monster went with urgency.

Without another word, they followed after the monster.

The farther they ventured into the cave, the warmer it got. Rae felt her hair plastering to her forehead as beads of sweat dripped from her brow into her eyes, but she still kept pace with the boys. Josh confidently led the charge, yelling out threats to the monster about all the things he was going to do to him when they caught him. The light from the entrance of the cave was entirely gone, so Rae had no idea where they were going, but Danny had conjured a flame that was flicking out of the palm of his hand, giving them enough light to move in a straight line.

Rae caught glimpses of bones and tattered shreds of clothes around them as the flame danced about and felt chills ripple through her body. They were in the monster’s home.

“I’m gonna suck you dry, shit head!” Josh shouted, his voice echoing around the cave.

“Weird threat, dude,” Jake called from the back of the group.

Rae spotted the outline of two shadows on the wall out of the corner of her eye and stopped in her tracks, causing Morgan and Jake to run into her.

“What is it?” Jake asked as he clutched onto the side of the wall to keep his balance.

“Jake,” Karen’s weak voice spoke to their right.

“Danny! Your light,” Jake barked up to Danny in a panic. Danny rushed back to Jake and held the fire out, searching, until they found Karen and Kelly sitting with their backs up against the cave wall. They both looked equally worse for wear, with blood splattered across their faces and their clothes ripped beyond repair. Rae winced away when she saw Kelly’s leg twisted like a pretzel.

“We couldn’t get to Sam,” Kelly rasped.

“I’ll stay with them,” Danny offered, although he looked like he desperately wanted to keep searching for Sam. “You go ahead and find him.”

Jake and Josh had both paused, staring at their parents in shock as if they had never seen them so weak before. They then shared a quick glance and nodded.

“We’re gonna need all the help we can get,” Jake told Rae and Morgan, his eyes pleading with them to join him. Rae didn’t need any convincing, but she was worried about Morgan. He had been through a lot, and she wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Count me in,” Morgan answered with an air of authority that surprised Rae. He retrieved a large piece of wood from his feet and held it out to Danny. “Mind lighting this?”

“You got it,” Danny said, giving Morgan an encouraging smile as he offered a flame from the tip of his finger. Even though they were both fighting consciousness, Kelly and Karen gawked at Danny. “Surprise,” Danny tried to joke with them when he caught their eyes.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Karen breathed out.

“We’ll try to be fast,” Jake promised his parents, even though he didn’t sound too confident.

“Please be safe,” Kelly practically begged him. Jake nodded at his dad, and then motioned for Josh, Rae, and Morgan to follow behind him as he shifted into a werewolf.

They moved as quickly as they could, but Jake was trying to pick up Sam’s tracks, so they could only move at a brisk walk. While Jake was focused on smelling every inch of the cave, Josh hung back with Rae and Morgan.

“What a day, huh?” Josh tried to make conversation. Rae didn’t know how to respond.

“I’m supposed to go in for my first round of chemo tomorrow,” Morgan shared with them. Josh and Rae both turned to look at him and frowned when they saw that his face was expressionless. “I was so terrified, but now I don’t even know what to think.”

“Hey,” Josh slowed down to fall in line with Morgan. “When we get out of here, my mom and I can help you.”

“How would you help me?”

“Vampire,” Josh reminded Morgan, jutting his thumb into his chest. “Blood is kind of my speciality.”

Rae’s frown lifted when she saw Morgan’s face brighten at the thought.

“Something to look forward to,” he commented.

Rae’s smile curled back into a grimace as they continued forward. It was a strange sensation, but deep in her gut, she could feel that something was wrong. Worse than Sam missing, Kelly and Karen injured, and them wandering around a cave with a monster on the loose.

“What is it?” Morgan’s voice shifted to concern as he stared at his sister.

“I have a bad feeling about something,” Rae admitted.

“In this cave?” Josh checked with her. Rae shook her head with her eyebrows furrowed.

“In Frankenmuth. Something bad is happening.”

“We need to hurry up,” Josh realized.

“No need to,” Jake’s voice echoed back to them from up ahead in the cave. “I found Sam.”

It took one look at Sam for Morgan to push the flame into Rae’s hands and rush back in the direction they had come from.

“I’m getting Danny,” he called over his shoulder, picking up his speed.

Rae had caught a glimpse of Sam, but she couldn’t get herself to look back at him. From what she had seen, he was in bad shape, infinitely worse than Kelly and Karen. The cave opened up so they no longer had to duck, and Sam was laying on a platform jutting out of the cave wall, nearly fifteen feet above the ground. Josh flew to join Sam’s side and checked his pulse.

“He’s still alive,” Josh assured Jake, who had broken down into soft sobs. Rae found herself reaching up to place a hand on Jake’s trembling shoulder.

“He’s gonna be okay,” she told him. “Danny is going to patch him up.”

Jake gulped to try and stifle his cries and forcefully wiped his tears on the inside of his hairy arm.

“Can you bring him down?” he asked up to Josh.

“I can’t carry him down by myself,” Josh replied back. “I could roll him over the edge for you to catch though.”

Jake mulled that option over.

“Can I get up there?”

“Not unless you can fly, dude.”

Jake huffed in frustration, obviously fed up that he couldn’t get to his younger brother with ease.

At that moment, Morgan and Danny ran into the open space, guided by the flame in Danny’s palm.

“Where is he?” Danny looked around in a panic. Morgan pointed up at the ledge where Josh was with Sam and Danny held his hand out. His breathing slowed as his eyes glued on Sam, and Rae could see that he was shaking from the force he was exerting. Although Sam was still knocked out, his body started to stir, causing Josh to jump in shock. Sam slowly levitated above the rock, his head rolling back so his long hair hung beneath him. Rae watched between Danny and Sam as Danny guided his hand down, Sam’s body following his motions as he slowly floated down the fifteen feet to Danny’s arms. “Sammy,” Danny choked down at his hurt friend.

“Can you help him?” Jake tried to get Danny to focus as he joined his side. Danny snapped out of his moment of shock and carefully set Sam on the ground in the dirt, using Rae’s flannel as a pillow for his head.

“The man,” Sam grunted out as he squeezed his eyes shut in pain. “The one who saw.”

“Ssh,” Jake tried to comfort Sam. “It’s okay, we’re here with you. We’re gonna get you better.”

“The one who died,” Sam continued, his scratched face and bloodshot eyes searching around trying to find someone to look at. “To protect us.”

Jake and Josh exchanged a concerned look, and then Jake motioned for Danny to work his magic.

“We might need to pray for a miracle here,” Danny murmured under his breath. And then he got to work, gathering his resources so they flew into his hands.

While Danny was hard at work, Rae rejoined Jake’s side, kneeling beside Sam, and leaned her head on Jake’s shoulder. The gut feeling she had gotten earlier was still ripping at her insides, but she knew that it was a problem that would have to be addressed later, when there were less pressing matters at hand.

“I should have done more to protect Sammy,” Jake mumbled into Rae’s ear, his words sounding hard to force out. Rae clicked with empathy for Jake, and tilted her head up from his shoulder so she could look into his eyes.

“We’re pretty shit older siblings, aren’t we?” she joked. She and Jake turned to watch Morgan, who looked better after taking Danny’s healing potion, but was still pale with fear from everything that he had been through.

Jake hung his head and shook it. “No kidding,” he said under his breath.

Danny finished his potion and quickly moved to smear the residue over Sam’s map of cuts and bruises that lined the bare parts of his skin. Jake watched as Danny did this, and then reached down to grab Sam’s hand, holding it up to his eyes. Rae watched Jake with interest and then let her mouth curve into an “o” when she noticed that Jake was taking in the wolf-like claws on Sam’s hands.

“He managed to turn,” Jake realized. “Or, at least a little bit.”

“The monster’s eyes,” Rae connected the dots. “He must have scratched them when he was defending himself.”

“Atta kid,” Jake smiled down at Sam with pride. Similar to what Rae had experienced earlier, Sam’s skin started to glow green from the magic and, after brightening into a glare, dimmed back down to reveal an unmarked body. While Sam looked back to normal, he remained motionless on the floor. Danny stared down at him in concern.

“He should be healed,” Danny frowned.

Jake’s brows moved back into a downward turn as he studied his younger brother. Josh joined Jake’s side and pursed his lips as he looked at Sam.

“Maybe it’s just taking a little bit longer than usual to kick in?” he guessed. Danny didn’t agree with him, which made Rae concerned.

“We’re not too late, are we?” Jake turned to Danny, his chest starting to rise and fall with panic. Danny’s eyes snapped back to Sam and Rae saw some tears start to well up.

“I don’t know,” he just barely said aloud.

On the ground, Sam looked peaceful. His eyes were gently shut and his mouth was parsed in a content line, no longer showing an ounce of pain on his face. His arms were folded across his chest so it almost looked like he was taking a nap. Jake moved his paw carefully through Sam’s long hair.

“Come on, Sammy,” Jake begged. “I need you.”

Danny gathered more of his potion and desperately tried to spread more over Sam. As he leaned over his best friend, Sam’s shallow breaths grew stronger and then Danny let out a cry of shock. Rae snapped her head to see Sam’s hand on Danny’s shoulder, their eyes glued. Jake was about to hug Sam, but he stopped himself when he realized that Sam was transferring and receiving something from Danny. The longer Sam looked into Danny’s piercing eyes, the more color returned back to his face. In return, Danny looked back at Sam, the tears fully springing from his eyes and pouring down his cheeks.

“I know you’re sorry,” Sam finally spoke. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Danny disconnected from their telepathic bond and threw his arms around Sam, which he returned.

“You shouldn’t have risked your life looking for me, you moron,” Danny laughed between his weeping. Sam let out a chuckle of his own.

“I don’t regret it one bit. Especially now that I know you’re a witch. That makes you, like, twenty times cooler.”

Danny gave Sam a wide grin. “Aw, you think I’m cool.”

Sam smirked at his friend and then looked beyond him to Jake and Josh, holding up his claws and wiggling them around.

“Pretty nice, huh?” he asked his brothers. Jake stared at him in disbelief. Sam ignored it and sat up from the ground with a grunt, picking at his teeth with his long nails.

“I thought you were gonna die literally two minutes ago,” Jake finally spoke.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Sam shook his head, flicking some gunk retrieved from in between his teeth off into the distance. “Sorry, pal.” Jake retaliated with a joyful call and grabbed Sam, giving his head a loving noogie. Sam flailed around in response and playfully clawed in Jake’s direction. Josh laughed at the spectacle with a shake of his head.

Rae turned back and saw Karen and Kelly carefully making their way into the open space, looking mildly better, though it was obvious Danny hadn’t been able to fully heal them before Morgan came to get him. Rae nodded at them and then motioned towards the love fest going on between Jake and Sam. Both of the parents beamed at their children with relief.

“Jake, quit roughhousing with your brother,” Kelly lightly scolded. Jake instinctually dropped his hands back to his side, but Sam got in one last scratch at Jake with a cackle.

Danny motioned for Kelly and Karen to join their group.

“Let me finish patching you both up.”

While Danny worked his magic, Jake taught Sam how to retract his claws so his hands returned back to normal. After that, Sam took a fond liking to flashing middle fingers at Josh with his wolf hands, only to turn back to his regular fingers before Josh could call him out. Rae watched Sam in admiration, stunned by how quickly he had bounced back, especially considering the condition they had found him in. Morgan sat beside her and, as she watched Sam goof around, she let her hand slip into Morgan’s, giving it a tight squeeze. Sam had come out of everything alright; they would too.

As Karen and Kelly’s wounds healed, Sam seemed to be struck by the memory of something.

“The monster,” Sam spoke in a pocket of silence. Everyone turned to look at him. “When he grabbed me, I was able to feel his emotions.”

“I’m sure he was fucking pissed,” Jake murmured.

“They were complex emotions, a lot more than you would expect from a monster,” Sam continued. “It was confusing. He wanted revenge.”

“Revenge?” Josh spoke up. “On us?”

“On Dad.”

Every face in the cave turned into a frown.

“I still don’t know exactly what kind of thing the monster is. But I do know that, at his core, he’s a lost spirit. When I touched him, I could sense his past. He was wrongfully killed and his soul never made its proper descent to the afterlife. He’s seeking closure.”

“What does that have to do with me though?” Kelly asked.

“I’m so confused,” Danny muttered.

“You need to stop talking in codes, Sam,” Josh folded his arms across his chest. Beside him, a knowing look darkened across Jake’s face. Sam looked across at him and nodded.

“I thought you might put the pieces together, Jake,” Sam said. Jake looked at Sam with pain.

“But why does he want revenge against Dad? It should be me.”

Rae ruminated on Jake’s words, and then the realization struck her.

“Wait,” she started. Before she could continue, the monster’s roars sounded jarringly close and, before they could react, they were all face to face with the monster once more. While everyone sprung to their feet, ready to fight, Jake remained glued to the ground, staring into the monster’s face with despair spread across his own.

“Come on!” Kelly’s rage returned as he stared down the monster that had hurt his children. “Let’s get this over with!”

The monster blindly turned to face Kelly’s voice and showed his deadly teeth with another deafening call. Kelly was back as a werewolf and briefly glanced at Karen.

“Go for the heart. I’ll try to slow him down.”

As Kelly and Karen prepared to pounce, Jake lurched back to his feet and fought his way to the front of their group, blocking his parents from moving any closer.

“I am so sorry,” Jake choked as he looked up at the monster. “This is all my fault.”

“Jake!” Kelly called in frustration. “What are you doing?”

“I did this to you,” Jake continued, ignoring his dad. “I should have never disobeyed my pack’s rules. If I had just stayed home that night and not been an idiot, you never would have seen me.”

“Ohhhhh,” Josh breathed out next to Rae, the gears in his brain suddenly turning. “I get it now.”

“I don’t,” Danny and Morgan both whispered back. “Jinx,” Morgan added, sticking his tongue out at Danny.

A similar epiphany must have struck Kelly, because he mumbled a soft expletive, shifted back to a human, and stepped forward to join Jake’s side.

“I’m the one who owes you an apology, not my son,” Kelly called up. Jake turned to look at his dad in surprise. “I thought the only way to protect my family was to get rid of you. That's a horrible way to phrase it but, oh man, I made a terrible mistake. You don’t deserve this. This should be my burden to bear, not yours.”

The monster, although unable to see, leaned close to Kelly, as if he was absorbing every ounce of his apology. Kelly looked at Jake for a brief moment, gave him a comforting smile, and then returned back to the monster.

“I want to do everything I can to set your soul free. This isn’t you.” Kelly added.

The monster seemed to be mulling it over, its thunderous, deep breaths slowing down. Kelly gazed up at him with hope. The monster took a step back, which made Kelly’s face brighten, but then swung forward, knocking Kelly to the ground.

“Dad!” Jake cried out.

The monster’s strike had caught Kelly off guard and, from the dirt, he struggled to collect himself.

“Fuck,” he coughed out. “I can’t change.”

“What do you mean?” Jake stared at his dad in fear.

“Not enough strength,” Kelly wheezed. Jake stepped towards him to try and help, but the monster reached forward and grabbed Kelly with his immense strength. They helplessly watched as the monster took a hearty bite into Kelly’s side, causing him to holler in pain. Jake and Josh stood frozen. Beside them, Sam tried to bring back his claws, but he was shaking too much to focus. Danny’s eyes darted around, trying to find something to send at the monster, who had thrown Kelly back down and proceeded to send its fists flying into him.

“No,” Karen said to herself beside Rae. She moved in a flash to the monster’s side and, while he was distracted with Kelly, she slammed her hand into his chest. In the blink of an eye, Karen was standing over the toppled monster, holding his jet black heart, shielded in a thick layer of ice, in her hand. “It’s for your own good,” she spoke down to the monster.

Danny made his way to Kelly and immediately began feeding him potion. As he did this, Jake, Sam, Rae, Josh, and Morgan joined Karen and saw the monster’s beastly form shrink back to the body of a middle aged man, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized winter coat. He had a scruffy beard and a thick head of dark brown hair, alongside a pair of boxy black glasses. Rae instantly recognized him from the memory Sam had transmitted to her earlier in the day at the bar and looked over at Jake, who seemed to be reliving his horrors as he took in the man.

To all of their astonishment, the man’s eyes slowly fluttered open and he peered up at them.

“I don’t know why I died,” his voice sounded distant. “I didn’t do anything.”

Although Kelly was still in the process of being patched up by Danny, he held up a hand to stop him and scooted over to the man’s side to join him.

“You’re a good man, Tom,” Kelly assured him. “You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and your life was put into my careless hands. That was the biggest mistake of my life. I thought I was protecting my son. I had never considered there could be another way.”

“I have a son too,” Tom looked at Kelly with a glimmer in his eyes. “You do whatever you can to make sure your child is safe.”

Sam dropped himself by Tom’s side, offered him a small smile, and put his hand on his shoulder. As Sam closed his eyes and took in his memories, Tom looked at Jake, who was hiding towards the back of the group.

“I can feel your guilt from here,” he told Jake. “I don’t blame you for wanting to run free.”

Jake’s eyes welled with tears. Tom let out a rattling cough, causing more blood to pour from his heartless chest. Kelly grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Tom closed his eyes and nodded. Sam removed his hand from his shoulder with a gasp and looked at Danny.

“Can you save him?” he begged. Danny moved to grab his potion but, the second he looked down at Tom, he stopped.

“He’s gone.”

“Try to do something!” Sam countered, his eyes wide. Danny gave Sam a sad look and shook his head.

“Once they’re gone, they’ve moved on from this life. I wouldn’t be doing anyone any favors if I tried to bring him back.”

“Watch Pet Semetary,” Josh said behind them. “You’ll understand.”

Sam placed his hand back on Tom’s cooling body and let a few tear drops fall onto his chest. Jake joined Sam’s side and shared his tears, looking down at Tom. Rae studied Kelly, who was still sitting next to Tom’s head, and noted that he had an immense look of grief plastered on his face. Karen made her way to him and put her arms around him.

“Are you okay?” Rae whispered to Morgan, who stood stiffly next to her. He took in a shaky breath and let out a short exhale.

“I just watched a guy get his heart ripped out of his chest.”

“I think we’re gonna need a lot of therapy after this one.”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

The group stayed still in place for a few beats, reflecting on everything that had just happened. The monster was gone. They had Danny and Morgan, who were both safe and in one piece. With Danny, they had proof that the vampires and werewolves hadn’t been the one taking innocent people in the woods. Rae felt her gut tighten again and, although she felt bad breaking the silence, she cleared her throat.

“We need to get back to Frankenmuth,” she said. “I’ve got this feeling in the pit of my stomach that they need us back there.”

“She’s right,” Kelly nodded. “We’ve been down here long enough.”

“At least take this first,” Danny interjected, forcing his potion into Kelly’s hands. “You’re still not 100% yet.”

“I don’t think I will for a long time,” Kelly shook his head.

After the wound in Kelly’s side was patched up enough that he could move on his own, they began to trek deeper into the cave. Jake and Sam ran ahead to do some tracking and returned back with the good news that the end of the cave led back to the woods. It only made sense that the cave was Tom’s passageway between the frozen world and Frankenmuth. Kelly hoisted Tom’s body over his shoulders and pointed ahead, directing the group to follow behind him.

As they moved, Sam walked with Jake, Josh, and Danny, just behind Rae and Morgan.

“What did you see?” Jake murmured to Sam. It took Sam a while to respond.

“I saw Dad and our pack kill him,” Sam said softly. Jake cursed. “I saw them leave his body in the woods to decay, but he turned into that monster instead. He was terrified and confused. I’ve never seen someone look so lost before.”

Sam was met with silence, so he continued to talk.

“He didn’t want to take that first victim, or Grace. He did it because it was his only way to survive. He wanted to get back to normal, to return to his family and tell them that he was okay. But he was trapped and, as time wore on, he grew more aggravated. He remembered Dad and decided that he needed to get to him to find answers and, more importantly, turn him human again. He had trouble finding Dad and his new beastly form started to infiltrate his human mind. He went from wanting to talk with Dad to needing to tear him to pieces.”

“How do I fall into the picture though?” Danny asked. “Why did he take me?”

“My dad’s scent was on you,” Sam told Danny. “You were at my house the night before you went into the woods. At first he thought you were my dad, but then he realized that you must have a connection to him, so he took you captive to lure my dad to him.”

“Nice to know I was a chess piece in all of this,” Danny grumbled.

“Same with Morgan,” Sam added. “He had some of Dad’s scent on him too, probably transferred from me. Tom tried to take Morgan but Jake, when you attacked him in the woods, he knew that you were Dad’s son. He wanted you more than Morgan, but you fought back too hard, so he settled for what he could get.”

“You saw our fight?” Jake asked under his breath.

“I think Rae would be touched by how determined you were to get her brother back,” Sam said. Rae turned around and briefly made eye contact with Jake, but his cheeks flushed red and his eyes tracked to his feet.

“If I had known who he was, I wouldn’t have tried to hurt him,” Jake sounded distraught again. “I would have talked to him.”

“I’m not sure that he would have wanted to talk to you,” Josh reminded him. “When I saw you afterwards, you were pretty beat up. He got you bad.”

Jake said nothing more.

“He just wanted to understand why he had to die,” Sam finished. Kelly heard Sam say this, and stopped in his tracks so he could walk with his children and Danny.

“I don’t want any of you to feel burdened by what happened to Tom,” he told them. “That is entirely for me to carry. I made a tragic mistake that I wish I could take back. When we return to Frankenmuth, Karen and I agreed we’re going to have discussions with our pack and nest about how we can keep our identities protected against humans, but also not put their lives in jeopardy if they find us out.”

“Yes please,” Rae couldn’t help but speak out. Too much had been happening for her to have it at the forefront of her mind, but she was still antsy about what would happen to her and Morgan, especially since they knew everything about the supernatural world. When Kelly decided he wasn’t going to put her six feet underground, it had sounded like a problem for him to address later.

“Don’t worry,” Kelly looked at her. “You and your brother are safe. We won’t do anything to you. In fact, we want to show how we can coexist without bloodshed. You and Morgan have done so much to help not only my family, but also the brothers and sisters in my pack today. Not many humans would sacrifice themselves as much as you both have.”

“It’s the right thing to do,” Rae simply stated without hesitation.

“Look!” Josh called.

Up ahead of them, a bright light broke from the walls of the cave. They hurried out from the confined enclosure back amongst the tall and dark trees, the humid Michigan air defrosting whatever final chills they carried from the frozen land. In a harmonious melody, all of their phones began to buzz as they regained service.

Rae where are you and Morgan? Rae saw a text from her mom that had come in over three hours earlier. Rae your father and I are getting worried, came an hour later. Rae??? Morgan isn’t answering his phone either, twenty minutes afterwards. From there, Rae noticed that her mom had been calling her every five minutes. She peered over at Morgan and took note that his notifications looked similar to hers.

“I’ll call her and tell her we’re okay,” Rae told her brother, putting her phone up to her ear. Her phone rang once, and then her mom’s out of breath voice answered.

“Rae? Oh god, please tell me you and your brother are okay.”

“We’re fine, Mom,” Rae told her, though she knew that wasn’t entirely true.

“Where are you?”

Rae couldn’t reply with a white lie because her mom gave her no time to answer. Instead, Rae listened as her mom went through a rollercoaster of emotions, scolding Rae for her subpar communication skills, crying over how worried she was, and proposing that Rae and Morgan need GPS trackers if they are going to disappear for hours on end without warning. Next to her, Jake looked down at his phone and wiped at his face.

“What is it?” Rae asked, covering her hand over the speaker to whisper to him.

“Your gut feeling was right again,” Jake spoke down to his phone. “Negotiations with the mayor didn’t work. Hunters have been let into town and they’re already taking our friends and family.”

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Silvio Ricci - Smexy Butler Teim - Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: "Do something that makes me want to serve you.")

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio's butler story.

One day, when Rio’s called away from the castle on business for one reason or another, Emma is woken up by Silvio of all people kicking in her door bright and early. He saunters in, gloating about how he’s heard Rio is gone and ordering her imperiously to accompany him as he goes out today.

Emma, of course, is less than thrilled by this idea and turns him down flat, much to his irritation. He insists that she doesn’t have grounds to refuse a guest’s request, and scrambling to come up with an excuse that will fit with her ‘noblewoman’ cover story she tells him that it’s her day of leisure and her father forbids her from going anywhere without a butler in attendance. No Rio, no butler, no outing - aw shucks.

But Silvio just looks all shrewd at that. “So if there was a butler, there wouldn’t be any problem?”

She hastily adds that Rio’s the only butler that’ll do for her, but Silvio dismisses that as her just being self-centered. She has a very very bad feeling as he leans over to say something she can’t hear to one of the servants, who looks baffled but leaves to do whatever he’s asked - and then he tells her she’d best meet him in the drawing room in a half an hour. If she tries to weasel out of it, he’ll have her brought there even if they have to make her, he threatens.

Furious at how goddamned IMPOSSIBLE this man is, she’s nonetheless resigned to having to comply…and thirty minutes later she’s outside the drawing room, bracing herself for whatever may come. Only to open the door and nearly keel over in shock at the sight that greets her - of Silvio, lounging on the top of a table dressed in a butler’s uniform.

“So, you’ve got nothing to complain about this, do you Mistress?” Silvio points out all triumphant. “Now there’s no reason for you to refuse to go out.”

She’s still trying to wrap her brain around this whole thing, just abject denial NOPE NO NU-UH. Silvio as her butler?? It does not compute, especially given that his rude, lackadaisical attitude just proves that he doesn’t have any REAL intentions of serving her. She asks if he really wanted her to go out with him that badly, and he agrees that’s part of it - but the bigger part is how delightful it’s gonna be to stick it to that ‘damn dog’ Rio when he finds out that Silvio was Emma’s butler.

She tells him his attitude is shit for a butler, and he says that’s because he hasn’t accepted her as his mistress. And any lady who can’t control her butler is simply incompetent.

She’s bristling at that, firing back that she wouldn’t want a butler like him anyways, but that only seems to amuse him.

“Oh? Don’t get cocky. If I tell you I’m going to be your butler, you’re just going to have to go out with me,” he insists. “But mainly…if you want me to act like a proper butler - do something that makes me want to serve you. That’s the beautiful thing about dogs, isn’t it?”

She’s trying and failing to ignore how her heart does an unsettling flipflop when he sticks his tongue out all provocatively at her with that.

Resigned, realizing he’s not going to give this up, she reluctantly agrees to the whole debacle, much to Silvio’s evil delight.

Much later, she’s back in her room utterly exhausted from taking him around Rhodolite all day. He’d wanted to sightsee apparently and she’d been his impromptu tour guide - but he’d never lose the rude boy attitude and she was drained from trying to hold onto his reins all day. Especially given that he hadn’t listened to a single thing she’d said.

Still…she supposes there’s some saving grace in how he had seemed to thoroughly enjoy every moment of today.

Now dressed back in his normal clothes, Silvio returns to her room and haughtily says she proved a more useful guide than he’d expected. She’s mainly just…did you still need something? And he proclaims he thought he’d give her a reward for her hard work today.

She’s freaking out as he pulls her in with his arms around her waist, spluttering about what he’s doing.

“What’s the use in getting upset over something like this? You’re my mistress, aren’t you?” he tosses back on a smirk.

She’s still NOPE NOPE, trying to protest when he cuts her off by stroking a hand at her hip, as if chastising her for talking back, and she’s gotta snap her mouth shut on the noise that’s trying to escape her at that (you can practically hear Emma furiously just telling her brain NOT HOT NOT NOW hahaha)

He’s gloating about how she suddenly quieted down, and then his stupidly ridiculously handsome face (her words even not mine, the tsun is strong with this girl) is drawing near and she closes her eyes - only to feel his warm fingers and something cool at her ears, and she realizes when she reaches up to check and looks in the nearby mirror that he’s hung exquisite pink jeweled earrings from her ears.

He says that if she’s a lady she should be wearing splendid things like this - she’s too drab and a noblewoman’s gotta keep up appearances. Before he breaks out in a smirk. “Well…unless you are a commoner, right?”

She’s scrambling to cover for that, only making it worse when she tries to say she can’t accept something so expensive and he calls her out on the fact that a lady wouldn’t consider these all THAT expensive. And all haughty he says she can’t try and measure his standards by hers. With an arrogant laugh, Silvio suddenly turns his attention back to her ears, all mirth slipping away. “Be sure to keep them on in front of that damned dog.”

She’s thinking OHHH so that’s what this is all about, but she’s certain he wouldn’t take them back even if she insists so she’s left with nothing to do but thank him for the gift. He finally lets her go and makes to leave, in all sorts of a good mood, when she notices he’s got some flower petals caught in the fur ruff of his cape. She calls out for him to wait, reaching out to pluck them free…

When he just yeets himself away from her like she’s scalded him, leaping far out of reach.

He’s scowling and blushing and demanding to know what she’s doing, and she tries to explain about the flower petals.

He’s still scowling, even harder now maybe, but his face is still flaming she notes as they just stare at each other for a long long loooong silence.

“...Your face looks red -” she starts to point out.

“You’re imagining things,” he interjects. “I don’t care if there are petals, don’t come near me.”

Suspicion finally dawns on her then, the inkling of an idea, and she literally starts hunting him down, prowling across the room until she’s close enough to reach him again, but before she can touch him he’s grabbed her hand and he’s scolding her that she can’t just do whatever she wants because she’s his mistress.

Then he starts mussing up her hair and she’s squawking indignantly, demanding to know what he’s doing - they devolve into bickering where he tells her he doesn’t have all day to waste on her and she counters he seemed pretty dang free all day today!

“That was observation, stupid,” he scoffs, and after another brief stroke of her hair, he leaves the room as if running away.

Poor Emma is just left standing there, rooted to the spot, her hair still a rat’s nest as she’s trying to process what just happened. How it’s apparently alright for him to touch her…but not for HER to touch HIM??

But it hits her then that she may have just stumbled across his weak spot, and she thinks how if she learned anything from him today it was to suss out your opponents weakness and use it to make them obey you.

His words from earlier come back to her. “But mainly…if you want me to act like a proper butler - do something that makes me want to serve you.”

And thinking ahead to the next time Silvio says he’s going to be her butler, she laughs to herself - suddenly looking forward to the prospect.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri silvio #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #i ran out of images to add but please know #he is red as a tomato that entire ending basically #lord save me from the rude boys that get flustered at the drop of a hat #my kryptonite #ikepri jp summary

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