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Ripe - Chapter One

uhm... so basically I wrote these hoffstrahm fanfics and I wanted to post them here................ nsfw so...

fanfic tags: hoffstrahm, gay sex, anal sex, angst (but it's all better don't worry), semi public sex.

I can't think of anything else but if there's a tag I'm missing you want me to add lemme know!!

Chapter One

It was spitting rain and windy, but that wasn't why Peter felt cold. He barely felt the gusts on his skin anymore, all he could feel was the tingling sensation of goosebumps. His eyes kept going in and out of focus as he looked from the rubber mask to Mark Hoffman's face, and the surprise paced both of them.

Neither one of them recalled what street this was, but Peter was pretty sure there hadn't been a building in the middle of it, closing the alleyway. Mark hadn't known that either, and he suddenly found himself trapped, nothing but himself, Peter Strahm, and the rain in that alleyway.

The situation was ripe for the picking.

Peter was out of breath and it didn't help that he couldn't breathe for a second, air caught in his throat like he was scared to choke on it. Adrenaline coursed through his veins like a narcotic and he felt drunk as he stumbled over to Mark.

"I got you," Peter said, more to himself than to Mark, and though his voice sounded relieved, he was not.

Mark hung his head and a sigh of exhaustion left his chest as Peter grabbed his arms, turning him around. He only struggled for a moment to protect his pride, knowing that somewhere, deep inside his brain, he still had a little bit left. He wouldn't go without a fight – but that didn't mean he would fight hard.

"Aren't you gonna take me in, officer?" Hoffman snarled, and Strahm shoved him against the wall with a groan.

He had done it. He'd captured the man he'd been obsessing over for months. He had the handcuffs around his wrists, too, and the car was just around the corner.

He had his perp – now what?

Mark couldn't help the slight gasp that escaped his lips as the cold metal handcuffs were replaced with boney, calloused hands. The handcuffs clanged loudly to the pavement and Mark flinched, but then there was nothing around his wrists at all. Peter flung his hands out of his own and took a hesitant step back.

"Get the fuck outta my sight," Peter said in a low tone, but the venom in his voice was diluted with how much it shook.

Mark whipped around. "Excuse me?"

Peter was looking at him with cold, calculated wrath that was ready to burst in him, and for the first time in a long time, Mark felt fear. His lip curled like he was about to smile and his eyes were so piercing they felt like cutting ice.

"I said, get the fuck out of my sight." The silence was deafening, and even though Peter spoke so quietly Mark questioned if he heard him right, it sounded like he barked this.

Mark's eyes darted to the mask in his fist, and with a sinking feeling in his stomach, he knew that even if he ran, he had been caught. The empty threats Peter had mailed him had meant nothing but flirtation until that very moment, because now, he had proof. And there was no amount of running in the world that would reverse it.

"Is this some sort of joke? I'll turn around and you'll shoot me in the back?" Mark snapped, throwing the mask on the pavement in a moment of rage. "Are you too pussy to be in the car alone with me?"

"God dammit, Mark," he quipped, but his voice sounded so tender at his first name. "There's no point. If I throw you in jail, you'll just escape. We'll never lose a court case against you anyway."

Peter didn't leave him with a lot of options, and Mark couldn't decide if getting shot in the back or getting thrown in prison for the rest of his life was worse. He didn't look armed, and for a second, even though he felt frozen in place, he started walking.

He waited one second, two seconds, three seconds for the burning pain of a bullet entering him but there was nothing, and he looked over his shoulder, doing a double take.

He watched Peter collapse to his knees against the alley wall, sitting down. He was standing in shock. Mark couldn't believe his eyes, but he watched him pull out a cigarette, reach for the pig mask, and hold it while he smoked, not even caring if the ash got on it or not. He was looking at it almost fondly, and Mark just couldn't believe it.

"Get up, your ass is gonna get soaked," Mark said sternly, and Peter dumbly did what he said as if he hadn't noticed he was still there, or worse, watching him.

He threw his coat on the ground where he was sitting, and Peter took up all the room that he wanted, Mark sat down next to him in silence.

Peter flung the cigarette he was smoking in a puddle, and Mark watched it fizzle out, the puff of smoke disappearing into the fog.

"Why are you still here?" Peter asked, his voice rough.

He coughed, grimacing and gripping his throat, and Mark peered at the little jagged, white scar on his Adam's apple. His voice never went back to being as smooth as it had been, but if Mark had said it wasn't attractive, he would have been lying. He didn't understand why he still smoked, but part of him liked watching him do it, and Mark felt himself craving smoke more than ever before in his life.

"Because," Hoffman said childishly. "Why are you still here?"

"None of your business," Peter said.

"Actually, it is my business, since you're supposed to be chasing me," he said, hoping that maybe Peter had forgotten the memo, that he had forgotten that they completed each other like that.

It hit Mark like a tonne of bricks that this was it – their little game was over. He had come to enjoy it, come to enjoy egging him on, sending him notes like they were love letters

Strahm didn't say anything but the rain picked up, wetting his hair until it fell in front of his eyes, not bothering to fix it.

"Why don't you just take me back to the department, throw me in jail for a few days, I'll escape and then we can go right back to how things were, huh?" Mark said, nudging him with his elbow.

"I can't," he murmured, looking up at the clouds and letting raindrops pool on his eyelids. "I can't, I'm done. It'll never be the same."

"I don't understand this," Mark started. "You're a fucking FBI agent, you're supposed to be happy that you caught me. Instead you're sitting on the ground in the rain while I give you a pep talk."

"Because you took everything from me!" Peter suddenly roared, grabbing Mark's collar with a steel fist. "And now you're all I have left."

The words escaped Peter's snarling lips and he wished that he could go back just a few seconds to stop it. When had things turned that way? When did his obsession to catch Mark become his Mark obsession? Weeks, at least, probably months, and he couldn't think of anything else that would fill that void other than him.

Peter knew it was fucked up, but the only way he could cope with everything he had lost was looking to the man who had taken it from him. And now he had him right in his hands – it should've been a sweet victory, but putting him in jail was cutting out a whole chunk of his life.

Mark gave him nightmares, but he also gave him meaning, and he gave him long nights with hard-ons that he didn't know how to fix, pictures of him that he kept separated from his files, just for him, because sometimes thinking about Mark numbed the pain and gave him something else to want.

And right now all he wanted was to kiss him, watching Mark's wide eyes trace his face, probably his nose that he could never stop staring at, while Peter gazed slowly at him licking those rounded lips.

He pulled him in closer but slowly, so slow, like he was scared Mark would bite him. Mark could see what was happening but his brain couldn't make sense of it, he could only taste the cigarettes on Peter's breath and wanted to taste more.

But Mark's eyes fluttered shut as their lips met, and he couldn't help but tug on Peter's jacket, needing something to hang onto.

In a second, a chaste kiss became angry, Peter digging his fingertips into Mark's scalp hard enough to sting a little, but the only thing Mark would've done differently is tell him to pull his hair, because it hurt in the best way. Peter wasn't breathing so much as groaning into the other man's mouth.

"I need you," Peter gasped again, and Mark felt a rush of blood to his dick, the humiliation didn't help.

"Shit, that's." Hoffman couldn't finish his sentence because his words caught in his throat when Peter squeezed at his chest with his long fingers, and he gritted his teeth.

Peter moaned against Mark's lips as he groped himself through his pants, arching his legs. He knew his cock was a sharp bulge in his pants but he didn't care, didn't care how obvious it was.

In an instant, Hoffman was on his knees straddling Peter's thigh while he pressed his knee into his cock. Strahm ground into his knee, and when he returned his focus to Mark's chest, Mark moved his hand down to his cock.

"I need you too," Mark finally said, muffled against his lips.

It was the first time Mark had seen Peter so scared and excited all at once, his steel blue eyes glittering into his.

"Fucking, thank you," Peter groaned, unzipping Mark's pants before his own. "I don't have lube."

Mark leaned down, and spat on Peter's cock, wiping his mouth with something like a glare. "There. No more excuses."

Peter slowly looked up at him in disbelief. "Fucking disgusting," Peter said. "I'm obsessed with you."

"I know you are," Mark said, but when he saw Peter suck two of his fingers into his mouth, he stopped him. "Don't bother."

Peter hesitated. "But-"

"I don't care if it hurts," Mark wheezed, but then, "just, distract me."

Peter didn't understand why he didn't let him just split him open, but he didn't mind so much, because he really did feel like he was going to burst any second.

He guided his cock into Mark's ass with one hand and gripped Mark's with his other, thumbing at his slit. It made Mark wince, but if it wasn't a good distraction from the pain of stretching around him with nothing other than a little spit to help, he wasn't sure what was.

Peter let his head roll back, squeezing his eyes shut and then blinking rapidly, a trembling gasp escaping him.

"Fucking- Mark, you're so tight," he grunted, stroking him the best he could with a shaking hand. "You're sure?"

"Shut up, just shut up for a sec," Mark snapped, his brows furrowed in deep concentration.

His teeth were gritted in pain and Peter gave him a dubious look, not sure if he should keep touching his cock or not. When he started fucking his cock with his fist, Mark let out a gasp that he'd been holding, and it seemed to ease his tension. Mark let his head sink forward and his hair fell messily over his eyes, but Peter fixed it, pushing it back, slick with the rain.

After a moment, Mark sank fully onto Peter's cock, his ass on his thighs. Mark was heavy, but Peter was strong. Strahm couldn't help but grunt as Mark sank onto him, because he was so, so tight, and warm, and he was pretty sure he was going to break his dick off but he didn't ever want to stop.

"Christ," Mark said through gritted teeth, eyes still closed and his hands still on Peter's shoulders for stability. "Gonna break me in half."

"I told you we should-"

"Shut up," Mark said, quieter this time. "I didn't say it was a bad thing."

Mark pulled off of him for a second to get situated, and when he slowly slipped onto Peter again, he started bouncing. His legs were trembling but it wasn't from a lack of strength, because the adrenaline rush made him stronger than he ever had been before.

Strahm moaned raggedly, his hand on Mark's round hip. "Beautiful," he murmured, and he could see the redness creep over Mark's calm complexion.

"Jesus, you really are obsessed with me," Mark teased, but bit his lip hard when Strahm thumbed at his head again.

He forgot that just a few moments ago, he had been burning, because the only thing he could think about now was how to stop himself from blowing his load embarrassingly fast.

"I didn't have a choice," Peter said, running his hand over his shoulder blades. "Mm, feels so good, baby."

Mark felt his eyes burn and gloss over when Peter started thrusting into him to meet his pace, feeling his voice start to tremble.

"I'm gonna come fast if you keep doing that," Mark admitted, his hand resting on Peter's chest.

"Good," he said. "I want you to."

"You just want to embarrass me," Mark said, but he could barely get it out in more than a whine, and he hiccupped.

Peter put his knees up and it forced him deeper into Mark, making him swear, his grip on Peter's shoulders tightening with every animal thrust.

"You… took everything from me," Peter grunted in his ear, sinking all the force he had into fucking him.

"I know," Mark stammered, his voice wet because he was almost crying. "You're my everything."

"You too," Peter gasped. "I need you, a-ah, think about it everyday, I think I fucking love you-"

Mark suddenly cried out, gripping Peter's cheeks and resting his forehead on his as he bounced, feeling his cock twitching in his hand as Peter pressed into a sweet spot. He was close, and Peter could tell, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand so that at the very least, he came on his stomach and not his clothes.

"You can come- hah, o-on me," Peter assured him, and gripped his ass which rested on his thigh.

"Fucking creep," Mark groaned, but he buried his face in the crook of Peter's neck, breathing in his cologne like he needed it to live. "I do love you, I know it."

Mark was glad now for his coat being under them, because his knees stung from the gravel as it was. Even still, he felt nothing but bliss as he let out a wracked sob, shaking and shuddering in Peter's strong arms as he came. Peter had stopped thrusting for a moment to stroke him hard but slow, his fingers around his balls as he squeezed the orgasm out of him. Come trickled down his cock as he twitched, gripping Peter around the waist like he was a pillow that he needed for support.

Peter didn't feel like a prison – Mark wasn't trapped in his arms, he was home.

"I'm okay," he promised, even though his voice didn't sell it, shaking as it was. "Keep going."

Peter slowly started thrusting into him again, and for a moment, it felt like too much to handle. Mark pressed a sloppy kiss to his lips to ground himself again, but he flinched when Peter's crown caught at his rim, because even if the pain had long since faded, it felt like sparks going off in his stomach.

"You can come inside," Mark gasped, rocking his hips into Peter's.

Mark thought it was only fair since he did come on his stomach – and partially just wanted to feel him deep inside of him, wanted to watch him drip out of him.

Peter stilled for a moment, but when he looked at Mark's serious eyes and his blushing face, he slammed into him again and again.

"You're so good," Peter groaned. "So good for me, gonna make me come."

Peter had never been one to talk dirty during sex, but Mark was bringing out something desperate that he had suppressed for a long time.

He could feel stars in his stomach and the sight of Mark's soft cock drippling come onto Peter's stomach was enough to send him, but what really got him was Mark repeating so good, like an echo. He shot his load into Mark, and clung to him, hugging him tight.

"Fucking- Mark!" he growled, tugging his shirt so hard that it exposed one of his shoulders.

"God," Mark groaned, rolling his eyes back.

Hoffman could already feel his come dripping out of him but Peter had the common sense to pull his coat away before his head lolled back, and he pulled out of him. He watched in fascination as his seed ran down from Mark's ass, Mark pulling his shirt up around his soft belly to keep it clean.

Mark had barely wiped the come off of Strahm's stomach with a spare napkin out of his coat before he slumped into his arms, hugging him tight around the waist. Peter was slightly taken aback by this, but softened, wrapping his arms protectively around him. He kissed his forehead and Strahm nestled against his chest.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, Mark melted into Peter's arms for support. All they did was breathe.

After a moment, Peter untangled his fingers from Mark's hair.

"Look, I can't take you home. But," Peter swallowed thickly, his throat dry. "Let me take you somewhere, like a hotel. We can stay the night."

"That sounds like a great idea," Mark said sarcastically.

"What do you have to lose?" Peter asked. "Just leave the mask here. It wouldn't be the first time people have seen us together."

Mark glanced at the mask in the corner of the alley, sitting in a puddle. Peter was right – he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

"Just this once," Mark said uneasily, and Peter gave him a slight grin.

His promise meant nothing, because they both knew that it wouldn't be this once. This was just the beginning. And if Mark needed to lie to himself for a while to be okay with that, Peter was more than willing to go along with it. Mark already felt empty of him and knew his appetite would need to be sated sometime. But for the time being, he would take it one moment at a time, with Peter's strong arms and steady gaze to ground him.

The ao3 link btw......

#fanfic #saw brainrot #saw #my writing #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #hoffstrahm #mark hoffman #peter strahm #coffinshipping #smut

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2020 In Review: Wordcount Tag

I was tagged for this by @actualanxiousswampwitch​ , thank you! I’m not sure who’s already done or been tagged for this cause I am, once again, late to the party LOL but I shall (no pressure and sorry if you’ve already done it!) tag: @rainofaugustsith​ , @darth-bagel​ , @thatmmolesbian​ , @thelastenvoyyy​ and anybody else who wants to do this. Yes, I promise I mean you!

Words: 45,314

Published: 0 (I’m not counting the couple of Six Sentence tags I’ve gotten, they’re snippets of an unfinished piece & are included below instead :), or roleplay replies, cause that feels like cheating lol.) I actually wrote a lot more than I thought I had, this is a rough guesstimate as well, as my oneshot WIPs tend to be all over the place across something like 6 different documents, some of which have existed since 2018, so I had to guess at how far up to count from the end for some of them, but I think it’s a fair guesstimate XD I also have included lore/worldbuilding docs in this because that was a 3-month long Lockdown 1.0 Boredom/”Canon is a trash fire so I’m ignoring that and making up my own lore” passion project and I’m goddamn proud of how much I wrote for that. It’s the most I’ve written in one stretch (think I finished it over a span of 3 nights or so, once I’d done all the research and made all the notes ofc ^^)

Not Published: 45,314

The Breakdown:

swtor - 45,314

for creeping shadows (my main longfic/part one of the subterfugeverse series) - 1,553  - Aria, stop being difficult! *shakes fists* XD

oneshots - 16,223

lore/worldbuilding (for subterfugeverse naturally) - 23,001 (is this ALL tomato alien lore? pretty much, yes, yes it is :’D ~400 words is “the WIP reworked timeline to correlate my worldbuilding with the canon timeline that was released”, but 98% is just...me thinking way too much about Purebloods and how they deserved way better goddamn lore. I blame @fluffynexu ‘s amazing tomato worldbuilding posts,  reading them when I went looking for “canon” lore one day for the rp is what got me started down that rabbithole (it’s awesome and if you haven’t already you should totally go check hers out too :DD), I had a “fuck you then canon I’ll do it myself too >:L” moment and once I started I couldn’t stop until I’d crapped out literally over 20k words on the subject *whispering* thank you LOL)

zephyrverse au bonus oneshots - 4,537 (stuff I wrote to fill in time gaps or “just cause I had a plot bunny”, relating to mine and k-christine’s zephyrverse au rp. None of these will likely be posted publicly, but they still deserve to be counted as words I wrote this year :’D

As you can see, most of my “muse” this year came from sporadic oneshots :’D The Ahaszaai twins also properly plot-bunnied their way into my brain in late 2019 and haven’t stopped making a nuisance of themselves the whole fucking year. Every time I tried to carry on with a chapter, one of the two of them would pop up like “Nooo write about ME! pay attention to ME!” - Yes, Ni’kasi, I will get to you this year, I promise XD

New Things I Tried:

Just Writing. Not worrying about whether “it wasn’t part of the next chapter” or “it comes from a part in the story that I’m nowhere near close to posting yet”. If I felt like writing something, or for a specific pairing/feeling/scene, whatever. I wrote until I ran outta muse juice. Yeah, it meant I didn’t technically “finish” anything this year BUT - the important thing is I wrote stuff. and that’s all that really matters, eh? :’D

Polyam ships! May not seem like a big deal but I spent a long time talking myself out of them because of internalised toxic monogamy and finally saying “you know what, fuck it! I can ship three or more people together and it can still be a perfectly wholesome, healthy and loving relationship and that’s okay” was a BIG thing for me this year.

Dialogue Scripts: which I didn’t count as wordcount because really it’s just word vomit of general tone/inflection and dialogue that I came up with right before falling asleep which I didn’t want to lose. Basically, if an exchange or a particularly punchy or moving line of dialogue popped into my brain but I wasn’t ready to write the whole scene that it fit into out, but didn’t want to forget the line(s). I wrote it out in movie script/script-style roleplay fashion e.g. Character’s Name: (emotion, hand gestures etc.) [Dialogue here] and so on. I know this is probably a well known trick of the trade, but I never took it seriously until this year. Seriously, do it. It’s great.

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

Hmmm, a snippet for Andronikos/Ni’kasi that I started this week which isn’t posted yet (saving it for this week’s Six Sentence Sunday so look out for it! :D) was pretty fun to work on, I love their dynamic and Kas is suprisingly fun to write for.

Also the Aria/Vano proposal scene that I posted a snippet for the week before last. I’m having great fun with that scene, and I really enjoy putting a non-serious spin on the classic “proposal scene” tropes. Can’t wait to finish it, though it may be a while before the full one goes up on AO3, as it depends whether it ends up fitting in as part of the mainfic or as an additional oneshot

And I have a D’leah/Kissai oneshot that I need to give another once-over before I finally yeet it onto AO3 and Tumblr for you guys to see :’D

Favorite Fic I Read:

@sleepswithvillains Eleanora/Quinn fic, Helplessly Hoping. I’m horribly behind on chapters and I gotta catch up and read the finale this week, but it’s been a helluva great ride and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the story! <3

Also The Invitation collab with @tishinada featuring Zas and Fiona had me squealing, I can’t wait to catch up on HH and see more of these two, they’re adorable ;-; @a-muirehen​ ‘s Relu/Merkara series of course! I’m a complete sucker for (friends to lovers to in Ariano’s case but yea pfpfpf) enemies to lovers ships and these two are just so good, I am on the edge of my seat every time we get a new snippet for them, ngl (grimace emoji) @darth-bagel ‘s Sylvas/Graz’zt and Sylvas/Liz/Rilfaen snippets which they’ve been spoiling me with on Discord @mercurypilgrim ‘s Ven’fir/Quinn AU oneshots, Cloudbank (Western was a particular favourite, but all are very good!) and of course @rainofaugustsith ‘s Lana/Viri updates are always fantastic, some personal favourites from this year were Almost There & Memory of Healing :3 (I totally still go back to read Commander & Advisor too sometimes, getting to see Viri be a little diabolical and messing with “MiNiSTeR LoRMaN!” was and still is my favourite thing XD)

If I’ve left you out I’m sorry!! These were the ones that stuck out in my memory, but I’ve loved everyone’s writing this year, it’s been great :3

Writing Goals:

to actually finish and post chapter 8 & 9 of Creeping Shadows. Then we’ll get to the meat and potatoes of the story and maybe Aria will stop being a brat and fighting me every time I try to stick to a semi-regular update schedule Get off my butt, finalise the name and get started on Ni’kasi’s part of the Subterfugeverse story. Maybe run the updates in-tandem with Creeping Shadows but idk if I want to wait till after CS is done before I start posting Kas’s side, or do them side-by-side yet, we’ll see ;) Keep writing! I know better than to pressure myself by setting a specific word count goal, that’s never worked well in the past

At least 2 chapters of each of the works mentioned above would be great though, more would be better! We’ll see how I go

Words of Thanks:

honestly, to everybody in the fandom I’ve met this year. Anybody that I follow, thank you for being there and engaging with me and/or posting amazing content for me to look at! I came over from deviantART where the SWTOR fandom is incredibly small and generally quite inactive and the contrast since moving over here has been incredibly uplifting. I very nearly cancelled Creeping Shadows and stopped posting fic for my SWTORverse altogether because I got next to no engagement on dA and it was very disheartening to the point where I felt I could enjoy the game and the rp partners I had, but the solo projects I’d put so much thought, time and love into already weren’t worth continuing. You guys took that spark and kept it going and I really don’t have enough words to say how grateful I am for that. Even if I haven’t published much this year, making posts on this tumblr, interacting with everyone and working on lore, plot points and so on for Subterfugeverse has kept me going through the Hellish Year of Nightmares that was 2020 <3

to the amazing new friends I’ve made in this past year, who have listened to me ramble about headcanons, character backstories, writing snippets (and rambled/sent some back), keep being awesome: @walk-ng-d-saster , @darth-bagel , @kyber-heart , @deepseacritter , @thedinalixlegacy to further friends and meme tag buddies, I get so excited every time I see a mention for a new meme or ask game in my inbox, so thank you!! : @mimabeann , @palepinkycat , @a-master-procrastinator , @raven-of-domain-kwaad , @actualanxiousswampwitch , @thatmmolesbian , @a-muirehen to my regular commentors/rebloggers/likers/askbox lurkers, I see every one of you and every time your users pop up I grin like a kid in a toy shop: @starlightjedi , @sparkles-and-rust , @wilvarin-chan , @sunsetofdoom , @ask-an-andalite , @thelastenvoyyy . @lyrishadow and more because Tumblr only goes so far back and I have the memory of Swiss Cheese. If you regularly comment, like, reblog, or anything, from me, know that I see you, and I love and appreciate you for it! <3

I couldn’t possibly remember to tag everyone and I promise if I missed you out it’s not because I hate you! Anxiety just sometimes be a bitch and I don’t wanna look like a clown calling someone a “friend” if I’m not explicitly sure we are, in fact, friends. I think you’re all awesome and I’m so glad to have moved over here and met you all <3

#long post #wordcount year review tag #elven's writing: stats #repost bc i goofed some links woops sorry everyone #^^; #will i eventually post any of this stuff? yes! #i will. i just...don't know *when* the time will be right for most of it hahaha #the only bits i won't post are the zephyrverse-specific oneshots cause i just don't feel like i want to #but everything else will (eventually) in some capacity be thrown into the void for all of you to read #shameless friend appreciation post #shameless mutual and follower appreciation post #<3 #swtor sort of

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Arthur explicitly telling you not to take on a job on your own, while he’s out doing a heist he comes back to camp to find out you do take on a job which leads to angry, punishing sex in his tent? bonus if Dutch overhears and teases him about it in the morning :)

Author’s Notes: Your wish is my command, as my first ever tumblr request, my dear.

Summary: Arthur expects you to listen to him, for your own good. When you don’t, he teaches you a lesson you won’t soon forget.

Tags: rough sex, angry sex, bondage, D/s, dirty talk, low honor Arthur, spanking

Also find it on AO3

A Hard Lesson (RDR2 Fanfic, 18+ ONLY)

“And do NOT go out on a job on your own, you hear?”

Arthur’s authoritative tone grated on your nerves at times. You two had bonded over the last few months, going on jobs together, you proving to be a good shot and a quick witted partner, especially during getaways. But damn, was he an alpha male sometimes. It was fine when he had to herd a whole group of gang members on a job. But when it was just you and him? He could stand to tone it down some, since you usually listened to him anyway, deferring to his experience.

Today, however, his behavior irked you, and as you nodded sullenly, you started formulating a plan in your head.

“Okay then. I know you don’t like it, but it’s for your own good,” he said, patting your shoulder before leaving on a job with Bill, Javier, and Sean.

To you, he sounded so condescending that you wanted to scream. You were a thief before you joined the gang, and you’d be one still if you ever left the gang. You had survived on being sneaky and secretive, and you had survived on your own before you had tried to rob the same house that Arthur and Javier were. One thing led to another, and here you were, part of the gang. It was nice, having this little family of misfits to come back to. You understood why Arthur was so strongly loyal to the gang.

But he didn’t have to boss you around like that. He had gotten an awful lot more overbearing with you lately, and it was almost suffocating. What the hell was happening with him?

As soon as he left, you went straight to Dutch.

“I’m gonna go scope out some homesteads, see if there’s anything I can grab tonight.”

Dutch just nodded and waved you off, his head still in his book.

You immediately grabbed your gun belt and bag, saddled up on your blue roan, and took off to the north. You knew the boys would be gone a couple of days. You would be back before dawn and no one would be none the wiser.

After freeing a man from his shackles an hour north, he told you of an old man living in a giant house out on top of a hill. You set off, doing your usual rounds, falling into your old thief habits as easily as breathing air. You waited for an opportune time, camping out nearby. As night was at its darkest, you snuck into the house like a shadow, found not one but two piles of hidden cash, and quickly stole away into the night.

You arrived back at the camp at dawn, feeling pretty proud of yourself. The rest of the camp was starting to stir, and you plopped a giant wad of money into the gang’s box. Writing in the ledger, you smiled happily to yourself. You still got it, you told yourself. Walking over to your bed roll, you crawled in and slept like a log, feeling quite pleased.

When you woke up, you did some chores around the camp, helped Pearson make the stew, and chatted with the ladies. You asked them if Arthur was as bossy with them as he was with you.

“No, he never speaks to me like that,” Mary-Beth said, a little wistfully. “I think he cares about you more than he thinks he does.”

You immediately blushed and then shot that idea down. You? With him? He never seemed interested in any of the women in the gang; seemed like they were all his family and he took care of them accordingly. Sure, you liked him well enough, found him attractive as hell, but you had stomped down your feelings as much as you could. He just didn’t seem interested in you.

Tilly nodded in agreement with Mary-Beth. “He certainly looks at you differently than the rest of us. I think he might be sweet on you.”

Before you could respond, Karen butted in. “We’ve known Arthur for a long time. He hasn’t watched a girl like she was a prime steak for a long time.”

Give it to Karen to be delightfully blunt. Then Miss Grimshaw came to break up your gossip party, a bit to your relief, if you were being honest. You spent the rest of the day washing clothes, rolling over the ladies’ observations in your head.

As you climbed into your bedroll for the night, you heard the thundering of horses. The boys were back from their job. Looked like it didn’t go quite as planned, as Arthur was seen pointing angrily at Bill before stalking off towards the gang’s money box. You were about to roll over and sleep, but you saw Arthur freeze as he was looking at the ledger.

Oh shit. He knew. You should’ve given your money to Tilly or Mary-Beth to write down, they would have covered for you.

He looked up at you. A shiver of fear ran down your spine as he angrily wrote in the ledger and then stalked towards you.

You scrambled out of your bed roll and tried to get away. You got all of three yards before he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to his tent.

Throwing you on the cot, he closed his tent and tied it shut. Your heart started hammering; you had never seen him close his tent before.

He turned to you, anger emanating from him as he took off his gun belt and bandolier, letting them drop to the ground with a resounding thud. He prowled towards you, and you tried to scoot away from him, your back hitting the wagon as you tucked your legs up.

Arthur grabbed one of your ankles and pulled you closer to him. You didn’t dare scream, you could barely breathe past your fear. You didn’t think he would seriously hit you, but you thought he might give you the scariest talkin’ to of your life, and probably slap you for being so rebellious. Or worse, tie you up to a tree until morning.

When he took out some rope, you started to hyperventilate a little.

“You shoulda listened, girl.” He grabbed your wrists and tied them together.

You finally found your voice. “I handled myself just fine-”

“You disobeyed me,” he cut you off with a growl. Once your wrists were tied, just this side of painful, he grabbed your jaw, his grip tight enough to bruise. Staring right at you this close, you couldn’t look away. It was too intense, and your eyes teared up.

“I’m sorry, alright?” you managed to mumble.

“Not good enough,” he whispered.

And then he crushed his lips to yours.

You were not expecting this, but you didn’t reject him either. He fell upon you, his whole body crushing you into the cot, his hips grinding into you. Feeling how hard he was, a different shiver went up your spine. Desire coursed through your veins.

He only got up when he felt you gasping for air, and stared down at you. He grabbed the front of your night dress and tore it open in swift movements. Sweeping the offending cloth off to the sides of your body, he left you open to his gaze. You tried to cover up your breasts with your tied up hands, and curled up your legs to your stomach.

“Bad girls don’t get to hide,” he chided as he grabbed your legs and spread you wide, keeping you in position by slapping your inner thigh if you tried to move. Then he grabbed your wrists in one hand and forced them over your head.

“Keep your hands there,” he said harshly. “Don’t you dare move.”

You nodded.

“Say yes sir.”

“Y-yes sir,” you said shakily.

His eyes darkened with lust. He took off his suspenders and shirt, and then slowly, just because your eyes were glued to his movements, he freed himself from his jeans. He was thick, hard, and ready to punish you for your defiance.

He leaned over you, supporting himself on one hand next to your face, his other teasing the head of his cock around your folds.

“So wet for me. You really are bad.” He then pushed into you, the burning stretch making you gasp and shift yourself away from him. He slapped your cheek, not too hard, but enough to sting.

“What did I say about moving?” he growled. You stilled and let him take you. He was watching you with a heated stare as every inch slid into you. Once he was all the way in, he grabbed your breasts and squeezed. Hard. You winced, and he slapped each breast, with you gasping sharply each time. Then he gripped your hips tightly before he started to fuck you, no preamble, just hard, forceful rutting.

You managed to keep quiet at first, but as he lifted your body up and angled his thrusts to be somehow deeper than before, you gave one strangled cry before he was on you, one hand around your throat, the other over your mouth.

“Hush,” he whispered. “Not a sound outta you.”

You nodded, and he let go of your mouth so you could breathe easier, but his hand was still around your throat. His grip tightened when your inner muscles squeezed around his cock, and you were sure you were going to have bruises on your neck later. That made you more wet.

Suddenly, Arthur got up off you, releasing your neck. You swallowed as he looked at you, his breathing heavy with both exertion and anger. Silently he flipped you onto your stomach. Wrapping a hand around your mouth again, he rubbed soothing circles around your ass and you relaxed.

Then he spanked you. Your muffled cry of surprise was followed by Arthur shushing you before he delivered another hard smack to your rear. And another. And another. Never to the same spot twice. It stung, and your eyes teared up as he kept spanking you until your entire ass and part of your thighs were sensitive.

Then his soft caress to your ass was almost too much stimulation and you quietly cried a little. He reached down and forced you to turn your head to him, and he leaned down to kiss your tears away.

“You feel bad for not doin’ what I said?” he asked, knowing full well why you were crying. He rubbed your ass again, just to see you tear up again. You whimpered.

“On your knees,” he said as he let go of you, and you obeyed immediately.

“What a lovely shade of red,” he murmured as he palmed your ass. Your breathing caught as he forced his way inside of your wet center once more and pounded you relentlessly. Your sensitized skin combined with his hips ramming into you made for a heady combination of pain and pleasure. You felt his hand grip your hair at the back of your head, and he pulled on you, forcing you to arch your body to his liking.

“Such a pretty girl,” he said in a low voice, sending erotic sparks through your body. “Takin’ your punishment so good, ain'tcha?”

“Yes sir,” you said, barely a whisper.

“Good girl,” he murmured in your ear, before he pushed you down again and flipped you onto your back. He kneeled between your legs and slid inside of you without giving you a chance to breathe. Grabbing your still tied wrists, he held your hands to where he was deep inside.

“Feel me fuckin’ you,” he ordered. Wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, he started to slowly move in and out, your fingers sliding on his skin from your slick. You watched him start to take you a little faster.

“Take your pleasure. I wanna watch you come knowin’ it was me inside of ya.”

You started touching yourself while he thrust into you slowly, looking into his eyes and seeing the lust, the heat, a dark passion that you had never seen in him before. It burned your blood, made you hotter than you had ever been. You came around his thick length, whispering his name over and over like a prayer.

He watched you come, and then chased his own pleasure, falling on you like a predator taking down his prey, fucking you without giving a damn about how sensitive you were at this moment. It seemed like he wanted to wring every last bit of sensation from you before he finally pulled out and stood up, and seeing him like this towering over you, almost made you come again. Grabbing your hair, he pulled you close.

“Make me spend,” he rasped. You reached up and stroked him, until he came all over your chest and neck with a deep moan.

You both caught your breath for a few moments before Arthur let go of your hair and sat down on the cot next to you.

You looked up at him, he looked at you.

“You learn your lesson?”

“…Yeah,” you said, after a while.

“Sorry about your dress. I’ll go find ya something else to wear, you stay here and clean up.”

You nodded as he patted your head, put himself back together, and left his tent, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

***

Arthur walked slowly to your spot in the camp. He needed some time to collect his thoughts. He hadn’t meant to go so hard on you, but just imagining the danger you could’ve been in had you been caught just made his blood boil. Couldn’t you see that he was just trying to protect you?

“You work out your temper?”

Arthur turned to Dutch and scowled. “I don’t wanna hear it.”

Dutch shrugged, but there was a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth that Arthur didn’t like.

“Just sayin’, glad you found an outlet for your anger. I’m guessin’ she liked it,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Goddammit Dutch, let it go,” he grumbled, and Dutch walked away, laughing heartily.

He found a blouse, underthings, and a pair of black pants in your bag, and quickly brought them back to his tent.

***

You had cleaned up with the basin just inside of his tent. You had cut yourself free with the knife that was left on his belt, but had nicked yourself in the process. You were licking the blood off your wrist when Arthur came in, your clothes under one arm.

“Darlin’, I coulda cut you free if you had waited.”

“If I spend all my time waiting for you, I wouldn’t be me.”

Arthur shut his mouth and thought about his next words before he spoke. “Was I too hard on you?”

“Yeah, yeah you was,” you said. “But… but I understand. You was worried about me. You coulda just told me why.”

“Would that have stopped you?”

“Yeah, outta respect for your feelin’s, I woulda.”

Arthur felt like a big dumb idiot at that moment and looked down at his feet. He saw you from under the brim of his hat walk up to him and put your hands on his face.

“Just tell me straight,” you said gently. “Stop bein’ so overbearin’, I can’t stand it.”

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled. “Please don’t go anywhere without me.”

You smiled. That sentence held so much more than a simple command.

“Alright,” you said. “I promise if I go somewhere, you’ll be right there with me.”

——————

Well… that turned out longer than I thought. Send me requests via ask on tumblr @verai-marcel. I might be slow, but I guarantee quality smut for you if you’re willing to wait.

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[debbiechanclub]

The Ocean In Between

Characters: Adam Cole x OFC x Zack Gibson

Summary: Madeline McGregor’s been given a second shot at the top in the form of NXT UK, and she’s more than willing to grab the brass ring. But it’s more than gold that motivates her to set her sights across the ocean; so long as she can keep from looking back.

Note: I’m not expecting there to be nearly as much interest in this as there is Paradigm Shift, but I wrote it so I’m posting it. Prove me wrong, Tumblr!

Tagging: @dagreatest316 @blondekel77 @pinkxlips @gamer705

Part 1/?

Chapter One: I Have News

Sunday, June 1, 2019 NXT TakeOver: XXV – Bridgeport, Connecticut

As she stared across the table at Triple H, Maddie felt—as Candice would say—like a duck: calm, cool, and collected to the outside world, but frantically treading water just beneath the surface. After all, this meeting would go one of two ways; and if she had to guess, she’d say her chances were 50/50 as to whether she was about to get good news or the worst news of her life.

“Alright, Maddie,” he leaned forward on his forearms, cutting an imposing figure. His expression was entirely unreadable. “First I want to say thank you for coming up here to meet with me. I know you’re not on the card tonight, so I appreciate your flying up from Florida.”

Maddie swallowed a lump in her throat. That didn’t seem like a good start to the conversation, but she forced a smile. “Oh, it’s no problem. I was planning on coming, anyway; there’s no way I’d miss a TakeOver, let alone one this big.”

Hunter sent her a stiff grin of his own. “I know you wouldn’t. You’ve been dedicated since day one; that’s something that’s always stood out to me about you. You never complain, you always show up and put in the work no matter the situation.”

Maddie’s heart hammered so thunderously that it almost drowned out the compliment. “Thank you. It means a lot that you think that of me.”

“You’re welcome. And that sort of segues into what I wanted to talk to you about.”

She sat up straighter, wringing clammy hands in her lap. This was it. Her entire future hung upon whatever the next words would be to come out of his mouth.

His tone was even and steady as he spoke. “I know things haven’t gone how you expected or hoped they would over the last year. Unfortunately, there’s only so much opportunity to go around, and you’ve gotten lost in the shuffle here.”

Blood rushed to her head and she went momentarily dizzy. He was going to release her. This was the end of the road, her last night in NXT, in WWE—

“Which is why I want to see how you do over in NXT UK.”

Suddenly, the world stopped. “I’m sorry what?” she blurted. NXT UK? Had she heard him correctly?

He let out an amused laugh at her utter bewilderment. “Is that something you’d be open to?”

“Yes, absolutely!” Maddie proclaimed. Her heart was still pounding, but it was a different sensation now. “That’s just not—I’m really surprised.”

“I get it,” he sympathetically returned. “But this is actually something I’ve been considering for a few weeks. You made a name for yourself over in Britain working for Progress and Pro Wrestling: EVE. They know you there, they like you there, and, at least right now, I really think there’s greater opportunity for you on the NXT UK roster than there is down in Florida.”

Maddie couldn’t agree more. “When do I start?”

“Well, the next round of UK tapings will be at Download Festival. In two weeks.”

“Then I’ll be at Download Festival in two weeks.”

Hunter genially knocked his knuckles against the tabletop. “That’s what I like to hear. In the meantime, all I need you to do is be ready to go. I’m still ironing out the creative details, but I should have more to tell you in about a week.”

For the first time since sitting down, Maddie gave a genuine smile. “That works for me.”

“Great,” Hunter nodded. “Well, that’s all I had for you, Maddie. Get outta here, go enjoy the show.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Hunter.” She shook his hand and nearly bounced out of the room, feeling a million times lighter than when she’d entered. For the first time in a long time, it felt like something good was on the horizon; and for the boss himself to recognize her dedication and talent made all the difference.

She had to share the good news. It was just past 5 o’clock, so that meant it was just past 10 o’clock in England. They should all still be up, she thought as she whipped out her phone and composed a group text to her closest friends on the UK brand: Toni Storm, Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate, Trent Seven, and Mark Andrews.

Guys!! I have news! Trips just spoke with me and he’s putting me on NXT UK!!

Pete was the first to reply. But you’re a yank.

“Seriously?” She rolled her eyes at the curt, typical Pete-ness of his response; but before she could fire off a snappy retort Toni chimed in.

PETE! Shut it. That’s fantastic Mads! I’ve been wanting a new opponent to defend my title against ;)

Brilliant, Trent added. Don’t listen to Pete, he’s got his cranky dad pants on.

Fuck off mate, Pete returned. To which Trent simply said:

See.

Maddie laughed to herself as her fingers flew over the keyboard. Wow, I can already tell this’ll be a barrel of fun.

Mark checked in next. Mads! This is fantastic news. Will you be at Download?

Yes! she texted back. They’re still working out the details but he said they should have it all figured out by then. Dozens of possibilities flew through Maddie’s head as she hit send, each one better than the last. She hadn’t wrestled Rhea since the inaugural Mae Young Classic, and she’d love to have a re-match; and, of course, she’d want to set her sights on the NXT UK Women’s Championship as soon as possible, whether Toni had it or not. After nearly two years, she’d had yet to taste gold in NXT, and her hunger was growing unbearable. To win that championship would prove that none of the blood, sweat, and tears she’d put into this business had been in vain. It would prove that she belonged.

Her phone vibrated in her hands. Tyler had finally responded. Congrats Mads. Toni needs someone to come over here and knock her down a peg.

Maddie’s eyebrows arched when she read that. She was not about to insert herself between Tyler and Toni—and Trent apparently felt the same.

And that’s my cue to exit, he said.

A text came in from Toni next. I’ll just pretend you didn’t say that, she returned, and Maddie prayed Tyler would just keep his big mouth shut. Thankfully, when nothing else was said, it seemed he knew he was better off just staying quiet.

ANYWAY, Mark interjected. I’m so excited for you and I can’t wait to see you at Download!

Thank you!! Maddie typed back. Alright, I’m gonna go since it’s TakeOver and all. See you in two weeks!    

She smiled down at her phone, thrilled that her friends seemed just as happy as her—and then she remembered. “I have to tell Candice!”

She hurried back down the hall toward the direction of the women’s locker room, cut hard around a corner, and slammed right into a solid body. She stumbled backward from the impact, dazed, and two hands grabbed hold of her shoulders to steady her. When she regained her bearings and focused in on who was in front of her, she realized it was the last person she wanted to see tonight: Austin Jenkins; or, as he was known to the world, Adam Cole.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” A bemused smile crinkled the skin around his blue eyes, but Maddie didn’t return it.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you. “ She shrugged out of his grip and tried to step around him, but he moved with her, blocking her way.

“Wait. I’m glad I ran into you, literally. I have news.”

He was practically bouncing on his toes. As much as she didn’t want to give him the time of day, Maddie didn’t have the heart to rob him of the excitement of sharing his news, whatever it was. She was in the same boat. “Well?” she asked expectantly. “What is it?”

He couldn’t stop smiling if he tried. “I’m winning the NXT Championship tonight.”

For a second, Maddie just stared up at him wide-eyed, unsure what to do, what to say. She’d known this day would come—everyone did—but it was different now. Before, she’d always imagined him winning the title with her there by his side, greeting him with a kiss as he returned through the Gorilla curtain, sweaty and exhausted and ecstatic. But now it felt impersonal; like someone else living out a dream that had once been hers. “Congrats,” she managed say. “You’ll make a great champ.”

His grin faltered for the first time. “You seem surprised.”

“Well, I am,” she blurted. “I mean, not that you’re winning, but that you’re telling me.”

He looked confused at that. “Of course I’m telling you. There’s no one else I’ve talked with about this more than you.”

Maddie felt bile coming up from her stomach in the form of words, nasty and foul, but before she could spit out what her heart wanted her to say she forced her brain to take over. “I have news too.”

Austin’s face went stoic, and the mood suddenly shifted. He must have heard about her meeting with Triple H—Candice probably told him—and now he was clearly uncomfortable, uncertain if her news was good news, if he’d inadvertently rubbed his happiness in her misery. “Yeah, Candice told me about your meeting,” he cautioned. “How’d it go?”

She kept up her poker face; kept her tone even. “Good. They’re putting me on NXT UK.”

“What?” His obvious shock spewed out of his mouth, and he had to reel it back in. “I mean, that’s cool. I know you like wrestling over there. You’re not gonna have to move there, are you?”

What do you care? she thought, but she kept the question to herself and shook her head. “No. They film just like we do. I’ll still be here—well, in Florida. At the PC.”

He nodded like that information mattered to him. Like he would notice if she was on the other side of ocean. But Maddie knew he wouldn’t. He had someone else to warm his bed. “Well, congrats,” he said, and then they were left with nothing but the awkward silence between them.

She shifted to step around him again. He didn’t stop her this time. “Well, I’m gonna go tell Candice. Good luck tonight; although I guess you don’t need it.”

“Oh no, I probably still do,” he joked.

Maddie sent him an artificial smile, and then she was on her way again to the women’s locker room; to Candice and their friends; to people who really would be happy for her and not just superficially so. But just before she got to the locker room door she slowed to stop, wondering. She looked at her phone again, pulled up his name, debated sending him a text. But no sooner had the thought arrived than she dismissed it. She hadn’t heard from him in weeks; hadn’t seen him since WrestleMania. He probably wouldn’t care anymore than Austin had, and she didn’t want another lukewarm response.

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[izzy-b-hands]

A Different Kind of Fear

The K Company server is a gem and goldmine for random sometimes silly/interesting writing ideas I never would have had otherwise

Which is how this It AU is happening so please enjoy. This and the Ghost inspired fic are gonna make up the start of my Horror Movie AU and I’ll be sure to tag these fics as such!

Also this isn’t going to be canon compliant with either It movie tbh like

I’m just taking Pennywise and putting him where I want and he’s gonna deal with it.

Half of me can’t even believe I wrote this or that it ended up the way it did. 

As always, my love to those who read/like/reblog (though I understand if you don’t wanna reblog this one lol.) 

“How the fuck is he out here?” Snafu hissed. 

“Same way he managed to be in New Orleans, but somehow in Mobile at the same time,” Eugene huffed, staring down the clown waving at them from across the airfield, using the arm of a dead soldier laying on the ground to wave. “Tormenting kids no matter they are.” 

“We aren’t kids anymore, so what the fuck does he want?” Snafu glared at the clown, a hand on his rifle. 

“Don’t think it has to be kids. Kids are just easier to scare. But y’know what’s out here right now?” 

“Whole buncha scared men, some of ‘em not even eighteen yet,” Snafu replied. “Shit.” 

“Yeah,” Eugene sighed. “The hell do we do if he comes closer? We can’t start spoutin’ off about seeing a fucking clown in the middle of-” 

“You guys see him too?” Ack Ack popped up behind them, seemingly from out of nowhere, and they both jumped. 

“Uh...yessir. We see the...clown,” Snafu replied. “How can you see him?” 

“How can I not? He used to follow me and my friends all over town. Calling to us from storm drains, showing up in our backyards just...watching us. Always turning into the worst thing you could imagine whenever he got close enough or got anyone cornered. Still think he took one of my friends. They said he ran away but...he wasn’t that sort. But he had that damn clown trying to chase him down almost every day towards the end. He wasn’t sleeping, wouldn’t sit still long enough to eat. Always felt like he had to keep moving to avoid it.” 

“Jesus,” Eugene breathed. “So...what did you and the rest of your friends do to get rid of him?” 

“We didn’t. I still get letters from some of the boys who couldn’t enlist for medical reasons, saying he’ll try and catch them after work if they’re alone, or show up in the basement of their home as their worst fear. Hell, thought I was losing it when I saw him a few days ago looking like...” Ack Ack looked to the ground and coughed. “I’d rather not say, honestly. It was gruesome.” 

“We got guns, enough men to take on an airfield full of Japanese. Why not just go after him before anyone higher up notices?” Snafu asked. “If we split up, and send 1/5 just over-” 

Ack Ack held up a hand to stop Snafu. “Not all the men can see him. At least, I’m fairly certain not all of them can. We’d be sending them after a ghost, as far as they’d be concerned. And that won’t do. Besides, I’ve shot at him in the past, and it didn’t do a damn thing. Didn’t even slow him down.” 

“He can’t be immortal,” Eugene said, ignoring the clown as it shape-shifted to a vision of Snafu, then Ack Ack, both with bloody bullet wounds in their foreheads. “Somethin’ can kill him. I just know it.”

“Most we can do is keep an eye on him,” Ack Ack said. “You both should rest; we push forward in the morning.” 

Snafu glanced over to the clown and shook his head. “Not sleepin’ so long as that asshole is starin’ at us. I don’t trust that he isn’t plannin’ to run over here as soon as we let our guard down.” 

Eugene nodded. They’d both been on guard, after discovering they were both being followed by the same monster, during an off-hand discussion in the foxhole that had led to a deeper talk about fear and the scariest thing they’d ever seen. And now that thing was watching them, his head cocked to one side, while he grinned maniacally. 

“You can’t not sleep. Or try to sleep, at least. I’ll keep watch for you, and both of you sleep,” Ack Ack admonished. 

“Sir, that isn’t fair to the other men, I mean-” Eugene started.

“I gave you an order,” Ack Ack interrupted, but smiled softly. “You both remind me of my friend right now, and I’m not letting that thing get anyone else on my watch.” 

They leaned against a wall of the abandoned and nearly destroyed airfield building the company was sheltered in for the night, Ack Ack in between them and 

It still wasn’t easy to sleep, with the sound of war ongoing and the threat of the Japanese possibly coming to try and take the airfield back somehow, but he managed. Snafu seemed to have done the same, his head on Ack Ack’s shoulder as he snored. Ack Ack was asleep too, and it hit Eugene like a brick to the face. 

Ack Ack was asleep. Snafu was asleep. He had been asleep. No one had kept watch for Japanese or that goddamned clown. 

In the corner of the room, the sound of shuffling loafers caught his ear. He turned to look, and there stood his father. 

“I don’t even recognize who you are anymore. Killing like that. How many more lives can you take before you’ll be an empty shell, as empty as the veterans from the Great War? And don’t think I’ll call you son after all that.” 

He knew it was the clown, knew it was fake, but fear and sadness and hurt seized his heart all the same, and he slapped at Ack Ack and Snafu until they woke up. 

“Jesus shit,” Snafu scrambled towards the blasted open section of the wall, pointing his rifle at the clown. “Sledgehammer, move to the side. I’m endin’ this.” 

Ack Ack’s hand was on the end of the rifle in a flash. “No, you won’t. It won’t work, and you’ll give away our position-” 

“I think the Japanese know we’re fuckin’ here,” Snafu snapped. “And this asshole-” 

To Eugene, it was just the clown now, but to Snafu it was clearly something else. His face was contorted with fear, a tear running down his cheek. 

“It isn’t real; don’t look at him,” Ack Ack said, turning Snafu’s face towards him even as the clown continued to approach them. “You’re sitting in the dirt in a godforsaken airfield in the Pacific, so whatever or whoever it looks like right now can’t be here.” 

Snafu snapped out of it, shaking his head and wiping away the tears. “Please let me shoot him. We have to do somethin’.” 

The clown opened its mouth to speak, but the shriek of a mortar interrupted it. 

They huddled against the wall, waiting for the ringing in their ears to abate before moving away from it. 

The clown was huddled with them, holding onto Snafu’s waist like it was the only thing tethering it to earth. 

“Um. Don’t,” Snafu grimaced and wiggled away from the clown’s hand. 

“What hell is this?” the clown asked, and they stared at it. 

“Sorry?” Ack Ack laughed. “Are you...you are, aren’t you? Scared shitless. What, the cursed pit you rolled out of doesn’t have war?” 

“Those things kill your kind,” the clown continued. “I can see it...blood and bone and gristle.” It stared at its hands and Eugene noticed they shook. 

“Yeah. That’s what bullets and mortars and flame-throwers tend to do to people,” he said. “Are you...gonna get around to tryin’ to kill us or...” 

The clown shook its head. “I should not have followed. This is...this is unholy.” 

“So are you, you nasty motherfucker,” Snafu said. “We gotta join up and head out with everyone else so-” 

“Do not leave me!” the clown was on its knees, scrabbling to tug at Snafu’s jacket. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Snafu groaned. “Stop touchin’ me!” 

“Can you not just...go?” Ack Ack asked. “I mean, back home you could go anywhere.” 

“Do you see any goddamned sewers here?!” the clown shrieked. “I followed that one on a boat.” 

Eugene glared as the clown pointed at him. “Well, I didn’t ask you to follow me! That’s your problem, and your fault!” 

The clown sobbed, and they exchanged looks. 

“Um. I guess you can stick around with us until someone gets their million dollar wound and gets to go home. I wouldn’t wish you on anyone, but you can follow them back to the States, but you can’t hurt a hair on anyone’s head, do you got me?” Ack Ack said, in the same tone he used for misbehaving soldiers. 

“I am not even hungry,” the clown whimpered. “Who could hunger during so much bloodshed?” 

The sound of Snafu working on a tin of K rations made the clown shriek again, and they laughed. 

“Snafu can,” Ack Ack snickered. “You want to be kept safe from anything that can kill you here? Then he’s gotta eat his rations, so he can be big and strong and scary against the Japanese waiting for us.” 

Snafu grinned, in a way that gave Eugene a shiver down his spine, but he smiled too as Snafu directed it towards the clown. “I think I want you to stay. I like you like this. Scared outta your wits, not even able to try and kill anyone. You oughta stay here. Maybe buried under a shit ton of coral, if we could ever dig any of it up.” 

“No, no, no,” the clown sat back and rocked back and forth, and they laughed again. 

“C’mon. We gotta move,” Ack Ack directed, and led them and the clown back towards the rest of the company. 

It was strange, at first, the clown walking behind him, clinging so close he swore that in another moment he’d end up carrying him piggyback through the trees. 

Ack Ack was up front, but Eugene could feel his eyes occasionally watching them, and the thing behind them. It was reassuring, even if the clown was basically harmless now, gagging every time they passed a corpse. 

“You eat people, you seriously gonna keep gagging like that?” Snafu asked as they dug in for the night, miles away. “I mean...really.” 

“This is different!” the clown spat, and Eugene rolled his eyes. 

“What? Cause it isn’t fresh meat?” 

“No. Different...fear. Different death. It would taste like poison,” the clown said coldly. “Wasted meat.”

“Oh, just wasted meat,” Snafu said. “Hear that, Sledgehammer? He’s just mad this ain’t the perfect buffet for him. Ass.” 

“That is not all that I meant,” the clown stuttered, but they both ignored it as it tried to keep talking. There was digging in to complete, cold K rations to heat up and eat, and then a little bit of sleep to try and get before the next battle operation. 

Snafu roused him from his sleep far sooner than he wanted, and pointed to the space that had become No Man’s Land. “Lookit this dumbass.” 

The clown was wandering No Man’s Land, weeping over the corpses there from previous battles. Before he could run, a Japanese mortar shot out and right through him. 

“Holy shit,” Eugene whispered. “Is that...I mean...” 

But the clown lived, not bleeding but instead running back to them with bits of its broken form turning into wisps and floating off into the night sky. 

“Look!” It shrieked, and Eugene was grateful no one else other than them and Ack Ack seemed to be able to hear it. “Look at what they’ve done to me!” 

“You went wanderin’ around like you were takin’ a walk around town. The hell did you think was gonna happen?” Snafu chuckled. “Shame it seems you can’t be killed. Japanese nearly solved our problem for us.” 

The clown scowled, and dropped into the foxhole, the hole in its torso slowly disappearing as parts of it reformed. “I hate it here.” 

They shared a joyful glance, and bit back laughter. 

“Welcome to the club. Everybody hates it here. Hell, even the asshole crabs and the Japanese probably hate it here now. This here is a wasteland of fear and death and disease, and nobody wants to be stuck in it, but we are,” Snafu said. “You better get mean and deal, or we’re just gonna leave you here.” 

“You can’t,” the clown begged. 

“We can. In fact, so far as I can tell and you’ve mentioned, this is the only place we could truly get away from you once we go back to the States,” Eugene said sharply. “So sit the fuck down, and stay down. Or you’ll starve here on this island.” 

What the clown didn’t know, was about the small slips of paper Ack Ack had passed them the last few times he’d been near them, once while marching and then again during dinner, detailing a plan. The plan was just that, to find a spot to trap the clown and leave it. They couldn’t let it make it back to the States, or anywhere else. The island was so ruined that even if folks did inhabit it later, they’d have already seen enough hell to likely not be afraid of it. It would be toothless, unable to survive, and would starve until it died-or did whatever it did when it couldn’t find people to scare and eat. 

A firefight broke out, and kept them busy for the next few hours, while the clown huddled and shook beside them, muttering about how badly it wanted to leave. 

When they were finally able to move out again, with the corpsmen treating their wounded, they had their chance. 

Before the clown could move, Snafu bashed it over the head with a particularly large bit of coral. They waited for it to move, to do something, as the bit of its skull that had been indented turned to wisps. But it stayed down, apparently dead or at the very least wounded heavily enough to be knocked out.

“Holy shit I think we got this. Move!” Eugene shouted, and they scrambled out of the foxhole, filling it back in as quickly as they could, tossing hunks of coral on top of it. It wasn’t a foolproof way to keep it down, but it was better than letting it continue to follow them. 

“The fuck is wrong with you two?” a Marine shouted from a few yards away. 

“Crab in the damn foxhole!” Snafu shouted back. “He’s dead now.” 

“He better be,” Eugene sighed as they fell in with the rest of the company, walking on towards their next assignment. He caught Ack Ack’s eye as they walked, and they shared a nod. It was over. It had to be. And it was over before it had even started for maybe hundreds of kids back at home, who might have been tormented by it. 

“Can’t believe it was such a fuckin’ coward,” Snafu said, later that day as they were told to settle in yet again. 

“I can. Thing like that can only be a coward,” Eugene scoffed. “Doesn’t matter now, anyway. The thing is dead, and now all we gotta worry about is...” 

“Stayin’ alive?” Snafu finished, a grim look on his face. 

“...yeah,” Eugene sighed. If only the rest of it was so easy. 

“Y’know...might need to check things out once we get home. If we get home,” Snafu said. “Just in case that fucker somehow gets out. Really shouldn’t do that alone.” 

“You’d come to Mobile and make sure I’d be safe from it there?” 

Snafu nodded. “But only if you come to New Orleans and help me check out my place.” 

“I could do that,” Eugene said. It sounded nice, to possibly spend time with Snafu outside of a foxhole, after they’d both had an actual shower. “It’s a date.” 

He froze as soon as he said it, feeling a blush heat up his face. But Snafu looked just the same, red as could be, staring at the ground like he was being paid to look at it. 

Eugene tried to distract himself from considering what a date with Snafu might entail, but failed miserably even as he tried to focus on keeping watch, for Japanese or a flash of clown hair and clothing. 

He was distracted enough from his watch to miss it-standing over near the hiding Japanese troops. 

A vision of Snafu, warped due to the thing’s wounds, with a bullet hole in its forehead. 

#text post #Horror Movie AU #LeeH writes #this isn't exactly Sledgefu but #edging near it #just boyfriend things when you try and commit the murder of a monster together #I finished this fairly fast so forgive me any typos #I'll do a reread later and clean up anything I missed #I promise lol

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Fate - Chapter One

Oofta.  I have to say, the first chapter is always the hardest.  Prologues are easy; you just set up the story.  First chapters of the actual timeline?  Ugh.

Little note: When I wrote the original, some characters hadn’t appeared in the show yet.  I’m adding them in where I see fit, so Enzo will not be a vampire.

As always, I hope you guys enjoy! 

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CHAPTER ONE

               “I got friends in low places!” she sang, raising her mug with the rowdy bunch of demons she’d chosen for her drinking partners that night.  They all were singing along to the song, spilling potent demon brew all over the floor while the other beings in the place laughed and danced in the chaos.

               Yesterday, if someone had told Caroline Forbes that this was how she would be spending her night, she wouldn’t have necessarily been surprised; demons were especially fun to hang with on a night out. But if you said that she was doing it to give herself a cover should her friends decide to seek her out instead of her ignoring them on her phone?  That would have been a stretch.

               They were her best friends, after all.  But just a touch on the annoying side.

               “Too bad about your werewolf, gorgeous,” Enzo muttered, throwing his arm around her shoulder.  Over the last fifty years, they’d partied a lot; he was one of the few rage demons she could stand to hang with for more than a day.  “But that just means you can finally acknowledge your feelings for me,” he added with a smirk and swig of demon brew.

               Enzo St. John was a well-known demon around Mystic Falls, one who had no problem bedding any female he turned his attention to. His thick, dark hair always looked like he’d gotten up and run his hand through it, called it good.  If you caught those deep brown eyes sparkling at you, it meant one of two things: drop your panties or get the hell outta Dodge. As with most demons, he was lean, compacted muscle, the kind that made him hell in a fight.

               And she’d be lying if she said she’d never thought about investigating the rumors of his…endowments.

               Alas, she had found Tyler soon after meeting Enzo and he’d been a much safer choice.  Now that “her werewolf” was gone, she just wasn’t willing to go through knowing that he would leave her someday, just like Tyler.

               Rolling her eyes, she plucked his arm from around her. “You know,” she answered, “that’s never going to happen.  I’m not trying to get attempted tonight.”  As he opened his mouth to say something sly, she continued, “Or ever.”

               Once again, Enzo’s arm found his way around her shoulders, this time putting his mouth to her ear to murmur, “That’s a very long time for an immortal, love, and I’m sure you wouldn’t like to eat your words.”

               She stifled a little shiver but couldn’t help giving herself an inward shake.  Enzo was a demon looking for his mate, just like Tyler.  The accent and his do-what-you-feel attitude were tempting, but what would happen when he left her too?  At least with Tyler, she hadn’t had to worry about being cheated on as well as the end that was always looming in the distance.

               Giving him a small smile, she said, “How about this? If I don’t find myself a male by the time I’m five-hundred and you don’t find your female by then, we’ll try it out, see where it goes.”

               Throwing back his head to laugh with a sparkle in his chocolate brown eyes, he replied, “I’ll write you in, darling.”  He turned his attention back to Matt, who stood behind the bar with one eyebrow raised.  “Matt, old boy!  You’re our witness; Caroline’s mine on her five hundredth birthday!  A round for the bar in celebration!”

               All the Loreans in the bar shouted in glee, holding up their glasses in toast.

Normally, even a Born vampire wouldn’t be welcomed so whole-heartedly into the bar.  Naturally, a creature that drank blood for sustenance was an unwanted patron in any establishment, much less one that actually knew they were bloodsuckers.  Just the appearance of one could either clear out a place or turn it into a full-on brawl.

Caroline Forbes was special, though.  Not only was Matt one of her best friends and now roommate, she was proud to say she was hard not to like.  Even people who didn’t like her could at least acknowledge that she was great to party with.  Life of the party, she thought to herself with a smile as she gave her beer another sip.

A chill she was all too familiar with went up her spine, making her eyes narrow as she turned in her seat.  It was the sense that someone was…exasperated with her.

Swinging her attention to the door of the bar, she saw exactly who she had expected to see: Bonnie and Elena.

They stood apart from the rest of the crowd, mostly because of their reputations.  They could drink and carry on with the rest of Caroline’s rag-tag team of friends, but that didn’t mean they didn’t get a wide berth the rest of the time.

Bonnie was the last Bennett witch, which made her quite possibly the strongest of her kind to ever live; the Bennetts were thought to be the first line of witches to step out of the ether.  It didn’t help that the mocha-skinned woman had no problem throwing her weight around, dropping immortals left and right with just a look if they displeased her.  Caroline thought it was a little over the top, but might makes right was the Lore’s motto.  And this witch might just be the mightiest.

Of course, she could also chug a bottle of tequila and ask for seconds, something she had learned before she’d even met Party Girl Caroline.

While Bonnie took care of everything mystically, Elena was the warrior princess.  As a Valkyrie, she had been trained since her birth forty years ago to battle with any weapon, at any time.  Being the Doppelganger was just more reason to train her harder.  She had no qualms about taking on the big and bad; nine point nine times out of ten, she’d end up winning too.

But she also could flip her long chestnut hair and shake her as like a champ.

Both of them weren’t shallow, one dimensional people.  They had depth.  Whoops, she thought with a larger gulp of beer.  Guess the universe just forgets to shade in some when they spend so much time painting other masterpieces.

Caroline was more a blunt tool, untrained kind of woman. If it could do damage, she would inflict some real hurt with it.  Though she’d learned to wield dual blades, she preferred to adapt to a situation; it made people more likely to underestimate her.

Yeah, walking around with a bow and short sword attached to you or magic glowing from your palms was cool, but to knock someone out with a lamppost was much more theatric.  Plus it didn’t require as much talent.

Raising her hand in a wave, she called, “You guys come to drink or fight tonight?”  She laughed when the whole bar—except the ever-suffering Matt, who merely shook his head with a grin—seemed to suck in a breath, waiting for the answer.

Normally, this would at least get a reaction of some sort out of the pair striding through the parting patrons.  A little spark of magic or a twirl of an arrow.  Just a little something to remind everyone that they were creatures with which one did not fuck.

Now, though, Caroline could see the purpose in their steps, their eyes.  What the hell was going on?  “Are you guys okay?” she asked when they finally got to her.

Bonnie gave a quick glance around the bar—glaring at Enzo’s back as he sidled up some nymph—before murmuring, “We have to get out of here, find some place we can talk.  There are too many people here that might be listening in.”  Her eyes strayed once more, as if she could pick out someone eavesdropping.

With a small snort, Caroline laughed, “Of course they’re listening; everyone here is just as much gossipmongers as a gaggle of old women.” A small mutter rippled through the crowd, making the vampire roll her eyes.  “Oh, yeah, because that doesn’t make it seem like any of you were eavesdropping at all!”

Elena snatched her arm, pulling her quickly out of the stool. “Care, I love you, but now isn’t the time.  Things are happening and Bonnie and I need you right now.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Enzo chimed in, “Did you read my dream journal?  Dear Diary, today I dreamed a lonely witch, Valkyrie, and vampire found comfort in each other’s hot, wet—ah!”

Bonnie clenched her hand as the demon dropped to the ground, clutching his head.  “Shut up,” she hissed before turning back to Caroline.  “We have issues to talk about and the longer we sit here, the more problems we accumulate—son of a bitch!”

Everyone sensed it a mere moment after the witch.  As a group, their attention went straight back to the front door and the two new occupants.  If she didn’t see Bonnie building magic in her palms or Elena slowly unsheathing her short sword, Caroline would have laughed at the audacity then joined in the soon-to-be melee.

Two Turned vampires walk into a bar, she thought mockingly as she downed the last of her beer.  “Is this one of the problems we’ve ‘accumulated’?” she asked quietly, noting Bonnie’s discreet nod in her direction.  “Are we in fight or flight mode tonight?”

Surprisingly, it was Elena who answered, “Flight,” before inching closer to the bar.  “Matt,” she muttered, “we could either use a berserker to clear the path or a distraction to get to the back door.”

The young, blonde vampire had never heard of a Valkyrie choosing retreat before the battle even started and had to eye the newcomers. What was so special about them?

Turned humans were notoriously arrogant; the sudden influx of previously unknown strength was like a drug to most.  Usually, though, they were put down before they got too old because they were driven mad by the level of emotions and bloodlust.  Their new instincts often warred with their delicate mortal minds.  And a crazy immortal ended up a dead immortal.

Tilting her head, she regarded them more closely.  The pair didn’t show any signs of madness, but definitely some intensity.  The taller of the two ran his hand through his tawny hair, his light hazel eyes surveying the gathered group with something akin to pity.  He stood just behind the other, his powerful body held tight beneath his brown leather jacket, forest green T, and jeans, as if waiting for the inevitable fight.

So he was the smart one, then.  Didn’t hurt matters that he was cute to boot.

The other, though, garnered Caroline’s interest in a different way.  There was something about how he held himself—loose but alert—that told her he was used to fighting and winning.  Thick black hair fell in a small wave to accentuate the hard lines of his features. A smirk played on his lips as he surveyed the room with his lightning blue gaze, stopping to lock on…Elena.

Because of course it was Elena he was looking for; wasn’t everyone?

“Sorry, folks, we’re just passing through.  Seems something of mine has wandered in,” he called to the room, raising his hands as if in surrender.  “I don’t want to fight any more than the rest of you.”

Rising shakily from the floor, his rage state beginning to form, Enzo snarled past thick, strong fangs, “Fucking Damon,” before turning to his comrades.  “That’s the fuck that stabbed me with a tree limb.”

Growls erupted from the room; demons might fight amongst themselves, but it was more in a sibling rivalry way.  They didn’t take kindly to someone else doing it.

It was about to get very messy in the bar.

Glancing over her shoulder, Caroline saw that Matt had similar thoughts.  His eyes were already flooding pure black as the specter of the bear inside him shimmered over him like a thin veil, his muscles beginning to grow.  As he shattered the mug he’d been holding into tiny shards, he growled, “Go out the back.  Only one vampire is allowed in this bar.”

As the trio tensed to jump the bar, the blue eyed Turned finally took his eyes off Elena long enough to say charmingly, “You might not want to push this, fellas; what’s a little stabbing amongst friends?”  When that didn’t stop anyone from readying themselves, his smile deepened into something dangerous.  Once again, he caught Elena’s eyes and winked.

“What the hell,” Caroline asked as she turned towards her friend, “is that all about?”

With a blush rising in her cheeks—again, what the fuck was going on—Elena muttered, “He thinks I’m his Bride, which means we gotta get out of here.”

Well, desperate times….

Leaning towards Enzo—who just needed the smallest nudge to completely lose control—Caroline whispered, “You’re really going to take that from a Turned?  He ran you through!”

Enzo’s battle roar seemed to be all the spark this particular tinder box needed because all around her, chaos broke out.  Matt vaulted the counter, his body nearly twice its usual size as Enzo charged the pair.  All around other demons followed suit, the nymphs fading into floorboards. In the corner a pair of female werewolves snarled as the change began to take hold, their fangs shooting longer and claws curling into the wood of their table.  A group of Sirens started to lose their glamour, transforming quickly into their true monstrous selves.

This was pretty much a done deal.

“Do we still have to run—”

Elena grabbed her arm and began running towards the back even as the Turned bellowed her name from behind them.  Stumbling backwards as she tried to right herself, Caroline saw just as Enzo and his crew reached the pair before Bonnie shouted in her ear, “Let’s go; we don’t have time to be caught in a bar brawl!”

Bursting through the door, the Valkyrie finally released her vampiric friend’s limb and said, “Grab your keys!  Time to book it to Val Hall!”  When Bonnie started to argue, Elena cut her off quickly.  “It’s closer and they won’t be able to get past the lightning.  Plus, I’m ninety percent sure that they have a witch too.”

“Okay, ladies,” Caroline said as she ran past them, barely a blur, “we have way too much to talk about!  Just get in the car!”  Beeping the locks, she opened both front and rear passenger doors for the others, watching as Elena nose-dived immediately into the front seat.

Bonnie, however, stood facing the shaking bar, arms spread wide. Flames began to ignite in her hands and Caroline could have groaned.  So now the witch wanted to stand her ground?  What happened to not having time?!

“It’s time to go!” Caroline said sharply, drawing her friend’s attention.  Blazing eyes turned to her.  Waving her arms in a this-way motion, the vampire hissed, “We can always come back and whoop ass later, but right now, Elena kinda needs to leave.  The last thing we need is some Turned catching her and making her his Bride.”  Glancing back at the Doppelganger in her car, she murmured knowingly, “Unless you want the vampire?”

All she got was a glare, so she shrugged with a smile.  “I mean, to each their own; just had to check.”

However, neither of the other women seemed to think she was funny even though she was pretty sure she was hilarious.  Once again, different strokes for different folks.

“Fine.”  Bonnie started back towards the car, looking only a little put out.  “But only because this is the least of our worries right now,” she added testily, sliding into the backseat and slamming her door.  “We have to talk about the oracle—”

Slam!

All three females’ heads twisted back to the barely surviving door, only to see it on the pavement, the blue-eyed vampire snarling atop it.  He was fully vampiric now, his fangs long and lethal as black veins spread down his cheeks. His clothes and skin were splattered with blood, just to top off the whole look.  “Don’t even think about it, Elena,” he growled, stalking forward. “If I have to find you—”

Rolling her eyes, Caroline shook her blonde hair. “Okay, I’m done with this melodrama. Maybe you can call her and set up a date?  Instead of the whole vampire Tarzan thing?  We have stuff to do and you’re really—” she yanked a lamppost out its cement base “—getting in the way of that!”  Swinging the post over her shoulder, she shouted, “Batter up!”

In that moment, he charged, moving faster than even she could track.  Fuck, she thought, how old is this guy?  In the blink of an eye, he would be on her; if she swung, she wouldn’t get a second chance.  She had to make sure he couldn’t dodge….

With a sudden hiss of pain, he dropped to his knees mere feet in front of her, fingers digging into his scalp.  A look over her shoulder showed Bonnie—from the safety of the car—clenching her hand much as she had with Enzo.

“Bonnie, coming in clutch with an aneurysm!” Dropping the light, Caroline strode to the car.  “Thank you.  While part of me believed I could do some damage, I didn’t want to take the chance that guy took my head off.”  She smiled as she climbed in the driver’s seat, casually adjusting her mirrors.  “I mean, he made it out of a bar brawl with a myriad of monsters; I don’t know how much hope I would have.”

“He’s starting to get up!” Elena cried.  “Go, go, go!”

Sure enough, despite the fact that Bonnie still had him, the vampire was struggling to rise to his feet, seeming to shake off the pain to focus on the Valkyrie.  He lifted his arm, pointing at her shakily.  “I’ll find you,” he snarled.

With a small squeak—and that wasn’t even directed at her—Caroline turned back around and put pedal to metal.  The tires screeching, she took off without looking back, just letting the car hit its top speed even as it shook.  “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” she chanted, nearly constantly looking into her rearview.  If he could resist Bonnie, what was to stop him from being fast enough to catch up?

Elena was breathing heavily, sinking into her seat in relief.  “I just want to get back to Val Hall to hang with my sisters, that’s it.  I need a stiff drink and a hot bath.”

Bonnie leaned between the front seats, hands on the back of each.  “We have a lot to talk about.  That Turned vampire is the least of our worries right now.  Caroline,” she turned her full attention to the blonde woman, “the Oracle at the House had a vision today about you.  She told us to watch after you, but that’s all she would give us; she says if you can avoid being captured for a week, to come to her and you’ll be ready for what she has to say.”

Caroline had to stop herself from slamming on the breaks at that.  “What?!” she demanded.  “And you didn’t think something like that was important to tell me immediately?! Who the hell is trying to come after me?!”

She wasn’t the one that immortals chased; there was nothing special about her.  She was just a seventy-four year old Born vampire whose parents ditched her the moment she transitioned into a full immortal.  Not a Doppelganger, not the most powerful witch in existence, not even a rare breed of monster that was strong enough to lift a semi.  There wasn’t a single thing that would make her stand out to anyone for an abduction other than knowing several High Profile beings.

Caroline Forbes was nothing to anybody but a side character in someone else’s story.  Wasn’t that exactly what had happened with Tyler?  Second best to someone he hasn’t even met yet, she thought as her hands clenched the steering wheel tight enough for it to start to crack.

“I don’t know!” Bonnie said.  “That’s why you need to lay low for a week!”

Elena sat up at last with a sigh, pushing her heavy chestnut hair back from her face.  “Which brings us to the next problem.”  Turning to Caroline, she explained, “There’s been sightings of a couple of Originals all around the county.  We don’t know what they’re after but we can guess it has something to do with me or Katherine Pierce, the Queen of Illusions and Persuasion.”

That seemed a touch more important than having to lay low for a week, at least in Caroline’s mind.  If someone was looking for her, it was usually to plan a party.

But when they were looking for either of the living Doppelgangers, it usually meant they were trying to do something evil; Doppelganger blood held mystical properties that’s power was through the roof.  Essentially, it was the immortal way of going nuclear in a war.

And the Originals—though they normally seemed to keep the murder and mayhem to a minimum—were the Vampire Royal Family.  No one was sure how old they were, but they were the strongest vampires in existence and were rumored to have untold power.  Though she’d only seen them in Lorean tabloids, like for Finn and Sage’s vow renewal twenty years before, that didn’t detract from the fact that they had strength not just as a collective but separately to do whatever they wanted.

Like most Born vampires, Caroline had grown up hearing stories of them and how, even without magic, they could day-walk, that they were all the strengths and none of the weaknesses.  What they wanted, they got, no matter how many innocent people they had to take down in the meantime.

So….  “That seems a little more important than watching my back,” she conceded, glancing in the mirror at Bonnie as she pulled up to Val Hall.  “If the Originals are after Elena, she needs more protection than I do.”

As they stepped out of the car, Caroline noted that both Bonnie and Elena looked down at their shoes guiltily.  “That’s what we thought, too,” Elena murmured, looking up at Caroline from beneath her lashes.

“Not that you aren’t special enough to get kidnapped,” Bonnie hastily added, walking over to Caroline.  “Just…you know, she’s the Doppelganger.  But when I talked to the Oracle about it, she said that Elena would be safe until you were able to get the information from the prophesy.”

Making herself smile and jokingly wave her hand, she ignored the insecurity in her stomach; it hurt that nothing made her different from anyone else when two of her best friends were Big Deals.  But she was used to it, knew better than to show it to them.  “Guys, I’m not upset,” she said quickly.  “I don’t want to have a constant target on my back like the two of you; looking over my shoulder would definitely cut into my having fun time.” Linking arms with both of them, she strode towards the porch where two of Elena’s sister Valkyrie sat whittling shives.  “I only have to worry for a week; you two have your entire immortal lives.  I think I’ll survive.”

Insert Break

The next night, Caroline woke in a bed that wasn’t her own to the sound of Valkyrie battle cries.  The sound of them shook the entire house, the lightning outside striking so often it was like there was a spotlight shining through the curtains.

Instantly, the vampire remembered what she’d learned the day before, groaning at what the fighting meant.  I guess I should have known that we wouldn’t get a day off, she thought as she snatched up her clothes and matching stiletto blades. Sliding the weapons into the sheaths she’d had sewn into all of her shirts, she started out of her borrowed room and up the stairs at break-neck speed.

Bonnie had gone back to the coven the night before, hoping to get more information on what the Originals were looking for and who was after Caroline, so she probably had no idea there was even an attack yet. Luckily, going after a Valkyrie at Val Hall was one of the worst things you could do, so hopefully they didn’t need her.

Racing into the moonlight, Caroline was surprised to find…no one was there.  There was nothing outside except for the constant arcs of lightning and the shrieks coming from deeper in the forest.  But why would the Valkyrie lose home advantage, especially at night? There were so many Loreans that lived within those woods, yet they were leaving their house unprotected….

Shaking off doubt, she dashed towards the fight, only then noticing the beginnings of gnawing hunger.  This was why she had suggested they go to the house she shared with Matt; there, they had the protection of a mortal living within the home and she had a fridge stocked full of blood bags.  Plus, while the other Valkyries put up with her, they weren’t exactly happy to have a vampire in the house, no matter how many times Elena reminded them that Caroline had been raised to never drink straight from the vein.

She slowed as she realized the sounds and flashes were still beyond her, even though she had to have covered the distance already.  What the hell?  Are they fighting that hard?  Her heart caught in her throat; the only beings that might be able to take on a house full of battle-trained Valkyrie were the Originals.  And she wouldn’t be surprised if the warrior women led the attackers further away from their goal.

Before she could take off after them again, she heard a throat clear from behind her.  Spinning around she saw the blue-eyed vampire from the night before.

“Sorry, Barbie,” the vampire said, arms and ankles crossed as he leaned lazily against the trunk of a tree.  “I really didn’t want it to have to come to this, but seeing as my Bride is hiding behind a shield of sisters, I had to figure out a way to lure her out.”  Too white teeth shown in the light as he pulled away from the tree.

Taking a step back, Caroline asked slowly, “How did you lead the Valkyrie away?”

He shrugged, following her.  “A Mimic owed me a favor; it started shrieking and all the Valkyrie followed.  Unfortunately, that worked against me because they brought Elena with them.”

For a moment, she could see a softening in his eyes at the mention of her friend and for that time, she wondered why Elena wouldn’t want to be the Bride of a devoted male.  To have someone care about you more than they cared about themselves, to want nothing more than your happiness…so many people searched centuries for that kind of love but not Elena.

Was that why Caroline wasn’t one of the Big Deals? Was the fact that she wanted to love and be loved in return why she would never be High Profile?

Not for the first time, she asked herself if she would always have to be second fiddle to Elena.

Lost in her thoughts, Caroline missed the male moving, was quickly caught by what felt like a shackle around her wrist.  She looked up at the vampire, feeling her vampire traits coming to her face.  “So, you’re going to ask Elena to come to you in exchange for me?  Isn’t that just so typical of immortal men?  No wonder she wants nothing to do with you.”

Okay, his vampire face was a bit more daunting than hers. “I’ll do whatever I have to, Blondie, to get my Bride.  Do you know how long I’ve been chasing her, what it feels like to have your body totally shut down?”  He yanked her closer, baring his fangs right in her face.  “I’m Turned; I’m sure you know that.  I felt myself die then woke up without my heart beating, without having to breathe.  For over a hundred and twenty years, I’ve looked all over for her.  I’ve paid my dues and now I get my reward.”

“You do realize I won’t go without a fight, right?” she asked, faking a yawn.  “Besides, if anything happens to me, Elena will never accept you.”  In a flash, she had one of her blades pressed to his throat even though his grip threatened to crush her other wrist.  Don’t get abducted for one week, that was the deal, she berated herself.  You had one job and you already screwed it up.  “So I think you’re the one with more to lose, don’t you?”

Keeping the blade against his throat meant that when he leaned forward, she had to lean back, giving her unsteady footing.  Not exactly advantageous, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She still had Elena to hold over him, of course.

“Then maybe I rip your head off here and leave you for the animals to eat.”  His smile turned sinister.  “No one will ever know what happened to you.”  Without so much as blinking, he ripped the stiletto out of her hand and tossed it away, completely decimating the bones in her wrist.  As she cried out in pain and tried to yank herself away, he flipped her to her back on the ground, his hand around her throat.  Crouching over her, she saw he wasn’t even the slightest bit breathless.  “If you swear to do what I say, though, I don’t have to kill you.  But if you don’t…they won’t know what happened to you.”

Blinking back the pain in her arm, she wanting to give some snappy comeback, to put on some bravado.  Unfortunately, she didn’t have much experience with anything other than friendly sparring so she…was…terrified.

Tears came to her eyes at being helpless, once again being collateral damage in someone else’s story.  “I’ll go with you just please…don’t kill me.”

#klaroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #a fate you can't escape #rewrite #holy shit this is actually coming along

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Our Song I (kth)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/Reader

Genre/au: songwriter!au, college!au, y/n has lil bit of anger issues, cutie tae, cheeky tae, songwriter!taehyung, professor!yoongi, bandmate!jin and bandmate!jungkook, roommate!jimin and roommate!jungkook, some namjin, also some sope

Tags: fluff, angst, e2l ig

Words: 3.7K

a/n: i wrote this years ago on wattpad and thought about ‘re-touching’ it in a different way and changing the characters ig haha. idk if i should continue it tho

Summary: You were a music major college student and part of an infamous local band. You were running late to a class when someone bumps into you and knocks all your stuff down. Little did you know that that encounter would change your life forever.

I look at my watch, five minutes, that's all I have. I start running up the stairs, my jacket still on, my backpack hanging from one of my shoulders. I start to regret my decision to wear combat boots today, they're heavy as hell and don't help me go any faster. When I make it to the fourth floor, I have to stop to catch my breath. Fuck, I'm so outta shape. I take a mental note to start working out more often. I glance at my watch, three minutes, damn it.

I run down the hall and turn to the right... "Watch ou-" I start to say but it's too late, he slams straight into me sending all my music sheets flying across the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" he starts to apologize, looking up from his phone.

"You dumbass!" I yell at him as I drop my backpack to the floor and get down to gather my sheets. "I don't know why people have to text and walk at the same time."

"Look, I said I was sorry," he says as he bends down to help me. I get up and sigh. Great, now I'm really late.

"Here." He hands me two more sheets. I yank them angrily from him. I begin to organize my sheets as I start walking away.

"Miss, you might want this too!" I turn around and notice he's holding my backpack. He comes closer and I look up at his face for the first time finding a deep brown hue staring down at me. I stop for a second, feeling a shiver go down my spine as they remind me of... nevermind.

"Thanks." I try to say as kindly as possible as I grab my bag and place it on my shoulder, rolling my eyes at his stupid cheeky smile. I turn on my heels and start running down the hall, those brown eyes still fresh at the back of my mind.

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As I enter the room I see the professor sitting next to the piano looking at some music sheets. His messy black hair peeking above the papers. He puts the sheets down and looks at me as I step closer. He's wearing his usual black sweater, hiding all skin up until his fingers. He's young, much younger than any other professor I've had here. Apparently he's some sort of musical writing genius and got admitted to the Korea School of Arts when he was only 16 years old. Rumor has it, that he has already written and produced numerous songs for various famous artists. He looks as if he's just another college student and I think that's why he's so strict and serious, otherwise no one will take him seriously.

"Miss Y/L/N," he says taking a look at his watch then looking at me with his eyebrows raised, "You're late."

"I know, but I can explain." I look at him with pleading eyes. I'm already screwed, but I have to at least try.

"I've been very clear about my rules." He crosses his arms in front of his chest, I can't help but stare at his long fingers. "You should know by now that tardiness is unacceptable with me."

"But, it wasn't my fault! I was running down the hall and this guy-" "If you were running down the hall, that means you were already late." He arches one of his eyebrows.

"I was going to make it on time, I swear, but this... stupid guy... he was texting and he didn't see me and my sheets went flying everywhere and..." I act the whole thing out but he just sits there staring at me with a blank face and I sigh defeated.

"Your story is quite amusing, but rules are rules. I don't make any exceptions."

"Professor Min..."

I stare at him in silence, this is it, I'm going to lose my scholarship. I might as well say goodby to my degree right now. There's absolutely no way I can afford this on my own. I already have my share of student loans and my mom, well, she already helps me enough. I feel my eyes sting and I look up, holding back the tears. I've worked so hard for this, it's not fair. He can't do this to me.

"This is so unfair." My voice cracks. For fucks sake, do not cry in front of him.

"Life isn't fair, y/n." He grabs back the music sheets he had been reading before.

I hate him. I swear I hate him as much as I hate the guy on the hall with the haunting brown eyes.

"Yeah, believe me, I know..." I turn around and walk towards the door. What does he know about life not being fair? He's 24 and he's a college professor with a successful songwriting career and he's telling me that life isn't fair? Who the hell does he think he is?! I was raised in a shitty neighborhood by a single mother who had to work her ass off to support me, I know very well how unfair life can be.

I step out of the room and lean against the wall. I let the tears fall down as I slide down and sit on the floor. This is my third year here and I've worked so fucking hard to keep my grades up so I won't lose my scholarship. I spent long hours on this songwriting assignment and it was the midterm grade. There's no way I'll pass this class now. I have to figure something out. I refuse to give up just because some professor won't give me a chance.

I'm walking down the hall when I hear someone talking in the distance.

"No, mom, I'm alright. Everything's fine, I just miss you."

I immediately recognize the deep voice. I feel anger starting to boil inside me. I want to run up to him and punch him or kick him in the balls or something. I hear his voice getting louder as I continue walking. He's sitting on the floor, talking on the phone smiling; his long legs bent in front of him. I notice he's wearing some weird leather slip-on shoes, who the fuck wears that?! I'm in front of him, tapping my foot angrily, arms crossed, nose flaring, eyebrows arched. He slowly looks up at me and his eyes widen.

"Mom, I'll call you right back. I love you." He stands up and my eyes follow suit, craning my neck upwards. He opens his mouth, but I just shove my music sheets at him angrily.

"Thanks for nothing." He looks at me confused and I just turn around and keep walking towards the stairs. I can hear the sound of his light footsteps behind me. I walk faster.

"Hey! Wait!"

I stop at the top of the staircase and hold up my hand.

"Please stop!" I say angrily without even turning to face him. I can hear him slightly gasp, but the sound of his footsteps stop.

"Don't you want your sheets?"

I sigh and look up to the ceiling. "Keep them... I don't think I'll be needing them anymore." I walk down the stairs without looking back.

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I close the door behind me as I enter the apartment. I take off my jacket, my backpack, and leave my boots at the door. I sit on the sofa next to my roommate who's sitting there watching TV.

"Hey, how did it go?" he turns to look at me. I don't answer, instead I just stare at the TV in front of me and sigh heavily. "Damn, okay... Do you want a beer?" He offers getting up. I nod as he walks towards the kitchen.

Park Jimin is my best friend. He knows me better than anyone, probably better than my own mother. He and I grew up together and we're basically like family. When we both go accepted into college, our families helped us look for an apartment off campus so we could live together and wouldn't feel so homesick. We have another roommate whom we went to school with back home, Jeon Jungkook. Between a little help from our three families, our scholarships, student loans, and part-time jobs, we manage to pay the rent and all the other expenses. The three of us and our friend, Kim Seokjin, have a band that we started back in high school and we do small gigs every Friday at a local bar near campus. Sometimes we get an extra gig on Saturdays. We don't get paid much, but it helps.

I hear Jimin humming some tune while getting the beers, unlike me, he's always in a good mood. I place my feet up on the sofa to get comfortable.

"Two beers coming up!" Jimin comes into the living room, two beer bottles in one hand, a bag of chips, salsa on the other hand, and a big smiles plastered on his face. “Thought you might be hungry too.” He winks at me and puts the bag and the salsa jar down on the coffee table.

“Thanks babe.” He sits down beside be and I rest my legs on his lap.

“So... do you want to tell me what happened?” He says softly without looking at me. His hands slowly picking at my toes.

He listens intently as I tell him about my collision in the hall and what happened with the professor. His eyes never stop looking at my face and my every movement. Always so attentive, looking at me with those soft eyes.

“Well I don’t know, but that professor sounds like an asshole to me.” He shrugs his shoulder and takes a bite on another chip, his brows furrowed. “I mean... you weren’t even that late and it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know, but he said there’s no exceptions.” I try to imitate Professor Mins voice and Jimin starts laughing at my failed attempt so I punch him in the arm.

“Ow! That hurt.” He rubs his arm up and down. I know he’s just messing around with me so I roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“So when I came out of the class room, I ran into that dorky guy again.” I grab some chips from the bag.

“Did you punch him?” He opens his eyes wide as he takes a huge gulp from his beer. He’s always such a gossip.

“No,” I laugh. “I felt like it thought.” I admit with a smirk. “I did throw my music sheets at him and walked away.”

“You what?!” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at me. Shit, I can tell he’s mad at me. “Y/N are you insane? That’s your music. Please tell me he gave it back.” He says very seriously, that’s when I know he’s really mad at me. His soft gaze no longer in sight.

"I-" I look down avoiding his gaze and scratch the back of my neck nervously. Now I really regret what I did.

"No... He tried to give them back, didn't he?" I nod. "But you were so pissed that you didn't accept them." He's clearly annoyed. I just look at him and he knows the answer, he knows me too damn well.

"I know, Jimin, I'm an idiot. You know I don't think straight when I'm mad. Now this guy I don't even know has my music and I have no fucking grade on a midterm assignment which means I'm going to lose my scholarship." I feel the frustration building up again, tears threatening to come out any second now.

"Hey..." Jimin moves closer to me and grabs my hands. My gaze immediately goes to the touch. "Don't say that. You're not an idiot." He cups my face with his left hand and strokes my cheek with his thumb.

"I sure feel like it though." I close my eyes and sigh.

"No, you're a fighter, y/n. Don't give up this easily." He grabs my face between his hands, his soft gaze focused on mine. I nod and try to calm down, but the tears just keep coming down."Listen to me, you're going to talk to the Dean tomorrow. I'm sure they'll give you a chance." He wipes away some of my tears and lowers his head to mine. "For God's sake y/n, you're one of the best students in your department.”

He's right. I should talk to the Dean tomorrow, I'm sure he'll be on my side. Why didn't I think of that? This is why I love Jimin so much. He always knows what to do. I don't know what I would do without him...I nod and wipe away my tears. I move to sit on his lap and give him a tight hug. "You're the best, Jimin..." I kiss him on the cheek before I get up to go to my bedroom. I'm in a much better mood now.

++++

"Jimin! Come read this!" I scream from my bedroom and I hear his light footsteps get louder as he enters my room. He sits next to me, resting his head on the headboard. He takes my laptop and stares at me with his eyes wide. "Well... read it, dummy." I shove him slightly.

"Dear Miss Y/L/N, I hope this email finds you well. After some consideration, I've decided to give you a second opportunity to present your assignment. Please be at my classroom tomorrow at 10:00 AM SHARP. This will be your last chance, so please don't be late again. Regards, Prof. Min." Jimin looks at me, his eyes beaming with excitement.

"I know, I still can't believe it. I wonder what made him change his mind." I shrug.

"Maybe he's not an asshole after all? Or maybe he thought you were hot." He moves his eyebrows up and down.

"Seriously?" I arch one of my eyebrows.

"Why not? I mean, you're hot I guess." He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses my cheek.

"I guess?" I lean away from him. He's looking at me some sort of way, I don't know how to describe it. I've never seen Jimin as more than just a friend, but the way he was looking at me made my stomach jump a little. I shake my thoughts out of my head and roll my eyes. "Go back to your room, Jimin."

++++

"Miss Y/L/N, nice to see you on time." I try not to roll my eyes at this. Professor Min is wearing his usual black attire, but his hair seems messier, almost as if he just woke up. He's not the kind of guy I would find attractive, but shit he looks really good today.

"Yeah, well, thanks for giving me this opportunity. I really, really appreciate it..."

"Well, you should probably thank Kim Taehyung, he's the one that convinced me to do this." Professor Min shyly smiles at me.

"Kim Taehyung?" Who the hell is that?

"Yeah, the guy you gave this to." He hands me some music sheets. My eyes immediately widen, they're my music sheets, mine. But how did this person know who to give my sheets to? This is all kind of odd.

"H-How-" I start to ask, but I get cut off.

"Taehyung's an old friend of mine, I helped him get an exchange. Anyway, he told me the whole story, which, of course, I had already heard from you." He points at me and I just nod. He shakes his head. "I have to say, the poor guy felt really bad for you. Then he showed me those and I just couldn't say no."

"Thanks I guess..." I slightly blush at his subtle compliment about my song. I guess this Taehyung person is not such a dumbass after all.

"Tell me, what was the inspiration for this song?" He rubs his chin.

"A friend," I say plainly.

"A friend? Interesting. Must be a very special friend then as you clearly have strong feelings for this person."

"Yeah, he's my best friend." I start to feel a little uncomfortable. I don't like talking about my personal life, especially with a professor.

"Fair enough." He starts scanning my music sheets again. "You seem to be very passionate when you play, and that's good, but you must be very careful with that. You don't want to rewrite your song each time you play it." I nod. "Overall it's a good song. Now, the lyrics on the other hand..." He gestures with his hand as if to say they were so-so. "They're not too bad, but I know you could do a lot better." He looks at me and offers a sweet smile, I smile back. "I'll be posting the grades on Monday." He gets up and opens the door for me to walk out."Oh, and another thing." I turn around to face him. "Never lose that passion." He smiles at me.

"I won't." I smile back.

++++

“Ok, guys, let’s do this shit!” We break free from our group hug and walk towards the stage. We are playing a gig tonight and the place is packed with students celebrating that midterms are over. I’m a little bit nervous to have such a big crowd.

We get on stage. Jimin, Seokjin and I plug in our instruments while Jungkook warms up with the drums. I turn around to face the crowd. I see a lot of new faces mixed within the regular crowd. I know this is going to be fucking awesome.

We play our usual set and when I’m doing a piano solo I notice a tall figure standing close to the stage. I look at him and find his haunting brown eyes staring straight at me. I quickly look away but I can feel his intense stare still fixed on me. I can feel my heart start beating faster. Those eyes give me the chills.

When the song is over, the boys are already on the stage. Jimin hands me a beer and furrows his brow.

“You alright?” He pulls the strap of his guitar over his head.

I gulp down half of the beer while I nod. I grab my guitar and Jimin just stares down at me, worried as I gulped down the other half of the beer.

“I’m fine, JImin...”

We play for the next half hour. I try to avoid looking at him, but he’s there every time I look at the audience. Not only is he tall enough to stand out, the clothes he’s wearing make him stand out even more. He even smiles at me a few times. I can’t bring myself to smile back; I’m too disturbed by his damn eyes.

Once we were done, we all head for the bar. Jimin tries to get the bartender’s attention while Jungkook goes to grab a table for us. Seokjin goes directly to his boyfriend and I’m left standing alone waiting for Jimin. I feel someone tap my shoulder, so I turn around.

“Hi.” He gives me a big boxy smile.

“Hey.“ I force myself to smile back. I try not to look him in the eyes, which is not that difficult because he’s probably like 7 inches taller than me. Instead I focus on his chest, which grabs my attention. His shirt is unbuttoned almost half way and I can see his chiseled chest, his necklace mixing perfectly with his lightly tanned skin. My mouth waters a bit, but I stop my thoughts as I finally look up at him, those dark brown eyes slightly more beautiful than last time I looked at him.

“Sorry about yesterday. I talked to Yoongi and-”

“You don’t need to apologize... Thanks, by the way, that was really nice of you. I’m the one who should be apologizing for being a bitch about it.” I quickly say and he smiles again. Damn it, he smiles a lot.

“You’re welcome...” He looks like he’s going to say something else, but he’s interrupted.

“Finally! I got the alcohol, y/n!” Jimin screams. He’s holding a bucket full of beers. He looks down at me then at Taehyung, and then looks at me again arching one of his eyebrows.

“I’m Kim Taehyung.” He extends his hand politely.

“I’m Park Jimin, nice to meet you.” Jimin shakes Taehyung’s hand, he then puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him. “Hey, thanks for helping y/n out with that ass-” I nudge him on the ribs, “...assignment.” Jimin looks at me and mouths ‘What?’ and I just roll my eyes.

“No problem.” Taehyung laughs. “Your band is awesome by the way.” He smiles, again. “Do you only do covers?” He looks at me now.

“Yeah... We’re a cover band,” I say dryly and look down at my feet.

There’s a slight awkward pause until Jimin giggles. “Hey man, you’re welcome to join us for some beers. We’re sitting right over there.” Jimin points to the table where Seokjin and his boyfriend, Namjoon, are sitting. I look at Jimin and open my eyes wide. What the hell is he doing? I swear I’m going to kill him.

“It’s okay. I’m with some friends, but thanks anyway.” I let out and internal sigh of relief. Taehyung looks at me with a smirk on his face. He steps closer to me, placing his hand on my lower back. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he closes in on me. “Nice to see you again, y/n.” He whispers on my ear and pulls away. I have never felt this kind of adrenaline. I just nod and he walks away.

Jimin looks at me with eyes wide as we sit down on the table. “What?! He looks nice and he’s got a cool smile.” Jimin imitates Taehyung’s smile, his eyes disappearing. I roll my eyes at him and grab a beer.

“Well, I don’t like him.” Jimin looks at me furrowing his brow.

“I don’t know.” I shrug my shoulders. As I think about it, the only thing that slightly creeps me out about Taehyung are his eyes. “I just don’t.” I look across the tabke just to find the familiar pair of brown eyes staring back at me from a table nearby. He’s sitting with Prof. Min, a very happy skinny guy with extremely black hair, and a girl. I quickly look away and focus on Jungkook who’s saying something about our number of followers on twitter, but Taehyung’s brown gaze keeps haunting me from a distance.

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Bad Apple X (Final)

A/N: This is the end of the line, y’all. I wrote this mess in two and a half weeks and loved every second of it. If this one (and the last couple) feel rushed at all, I apologize. I had the ending in mind and needed to get to it somehow--couldn’t drag it on forever after all. This is longer than all the other parts so I hope that makes up for it. Hope you enjoy!

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Bad Apple X

All Rae could think or feel was Finn. The taste of chocolate and vodka from his tongue was intoxicating, the weight of his body on hers dizzying her mind. She fought against his grip, trying to touch him, and he grinned into the kiss, pressing her wrists down harder. Her moan was muffled as her tongue wrestled with his. He pulled away a moment later, catching his breath and looking her over.

“What is it?” Rae said quietly, impatience bleeding through. He shook his head, licking his lips.

“Nothing, I...I don’t wanna force you into anything.” At her confused stare, he sighed and rolled off of her, propping himself up by his elbow next to her.

“You said you wanted to stop yesterday and I said you should think on it and now this is happening,” he rushed out, Rae’s smile appearing and growing. She sat up and shrugged slightly.

“It’s like you said...it’s no one’s business. It’s just us here,” she replied, glancing around the room. She leaned into him and when his back hit the floor, she kissed him.

“You sure?” he whispered, humming deeply when she ran her tongue over his Adam’s apple. She nodded, mumbling an affirmation before straddling his waist.

“Wanna take this upstairs?” he murmured into her neck, sucking at the side.

“Do we have to?” she answered, rubbing against him. He groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs at his sides.

“The condoms are up there.” Rae pulled away and pouted.

“If we must,” she started, kissing him as she started to stand. He followed her mouth, looking up at her as she knelt in front of him.

“I’ll race you,” she said, biting back a grin. Finn raised his brows, moving to get up as she began backing away.

***

Rae tsked and shook her head when Finn immediately lit up after they separated.

“You should quit smoking,” she said, her lips quirking at the look he gave her, “It’s bad for you.”

“You’re bad for me,” Finn smirked and leaned forward, biting her neck. She leaned into him, tracing shapes into his forearm.

“What are you gonna do about Simmy?”

“I dunno,” he sighed, looking up at the ceiling and exhaling.

“What are your options?” she asked, kissing his shoulder. He sat silently for a moment like he was thinking.

“I could go to Dixon--but a college principal can’t do much in this situation,” he ashed his cigarette and continued, “I could go to Evans, but he doesn’t trust me as it is--I’m sure he’d side with Simmy anyways.”

He sucked at the rollie, his eyes squinting from the smoke.

“My dad won’t come home long enough to do anything...he’s either working or with Nan,” he said, shaking his head, “We barely cross paths at the hospital… I think he avoids me to be honest.” Rae’s brow furrowed.

“Why do you say that?”

Finn was silent, looking off to the side. Rae took his hand, entwining their fingers. He tilted his head at the wall.

“You’ve seen the pictures over there, yeah?” When she nodded, he smiled bitterly, “He looks at me and sees her,” he paused, rolling his eyes, “It’s the eyes, nose, mouth--even the fucking freckles.” Rae leaned in and kissed his nose, cheeks and lips slowly and he smiled against her mouth.

“I could leave town,” he said suddenly, Rae pulling back and looking at him.

“Where would you go?” Finn stubbed out his smoke and faced Rae more.

“I’ve got an uncle in Leeds, could work for him,” he started, scoffing a bit, “Go from boosting cars and dealing to scaffolding.” He waved his hands in mock excitement and Rae snorted.

“Why do honest hard work when you could break the law instead,” she teased, Finn smirking and narrowing his eyes at her.

“I’m crap at hard work,” he retorted, his smirk turning sharp, “Should stick with what I’m good at.”

“I don’t wanna see you get locked up.”

“Better me than you,” he said softly, Rae biting her lip. He held both of her hands and went on, “Rae...I would do whatever it took to keep you outta trouble for this--it’s my fault you’re in this mess to begin with.” Rae shook her head.

“Don’t say that...I’m just as much to blame,” she said, squeezing his hands, “I should’ve ended things right away but I…” She trailed off and Finn cocked his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“You fancy me a little, huh?” he finished, smiling wider when she scrunched her nose and pinched her index finger and thumb together.

“Maybe a little.” She gave him a cheeky smile and Finn kissed her, slowly pushing her to the bed.

***

“Finn, we have to go,” Rae laughed, pulling at his arms around her, “I have to go home and get ready for school,” she bit his lip and continued, a warning in her voice, “as do you.”

Finn groaned and squeezed her around the waist once more before opening the door. Rae glanced around and rushed to his scooter, urging him along as he locked the door and walked to her.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, we’re going,” he grumbled, taking out his helmet and the spare. When he faced her, she raised her brows at him.

“What knickers?” she asked, smiling innocently. He growled, his hand going to her arse and pulling her closer. He put her helmet on, his sour look making her grin. He put on his helmet and got on the bike. She climbed on behind him as he revved the engine and he took off the moment her arms closed around him.

***

Rae arrived at the school with ten minutes to spare and rushed to her classroom. Her brow furrowed when she saw the lights already on despite the door being locked.

“How’d he beat me here,” she mumbled, shaking her head as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. She gasped when she turned to the side.

“Morning, Ms. Earl,” Simmy greeted contemptuously. Her expression hardened but her breath shortened.

“Simon,” she answered, moving to her desk and putting her bag down, “Breaking and entering’s a crime, y’know.” She gulped when he laughed and stepped over to slightly block the door.

“You can talk,” he taunted, Rae’s heart starting to pound.

“Sorry?” she inquired, her voice warbling.

“Funny thing, teach. I stopped by my mate’s place this morning on my way here,” he began, pacing the side of the room with his gaze on her, “Y’know, just to see if Finn was coming to school...saw something real interesting.”

“Simon, listen--” Rae sputtered, her eyes widening. His expression darkened.

“No, you listen--ever since you came around, Finn’s been acting different. Come to find out, he’s under the spell of your magic fanny and forgetting who he is,” he approached her as he spoke, “Now, I don’t give a fuck who he’s shagging, but if you’re messing with him, you’re messing with me,” he got in her face, sneering, “And I am not one you wanna mess with, Ms. Earl.”

Rae met his eyes, trying to keep a strong facade. He stepped out of her face but crossed his arms, inclining his head to her.

“You get in my way again and I’ll have to have a little chat with Dixon,” he cocked his head to the side, a threatening smile forming, “Or better yet, this’ll make for nice dinner conversation with my dad--you’re familiar with police chief Evans, yeah?”

Rae nodded stiffly, quelling her growing nausea. Simmy smirked and backed up to the door.

“Just stay away from him and you’re golden,” he grinned, saluting her, “Laters, teach.”

The door slammed behind him and she dropped to the floor, squeezing her eyes shut.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

***

It wasn’t completely impossible to avoid Finn at school. During class, she could focus on teaching but once lunch came around, she nervously glanced out the door’s window, waiting on Finn to walk by. She’d put a note on the door that tutoring was cancelled but she was almost positive he wouldn’t take that as an answer. She stepped away from the door when she heard boots coming down the hall, moving out of the window’s view. She held her breath as there was a beat of silence before the knob shook slightly and the lock clicked open.

The door opened slowly, revealing Finn kneeling, a pocket knife in his hand. She ran a hand over her face.

“How’d I know you’d do that,” she said wryly, shaking her head at Finn’s sheepish smile.

“Believe me, I’d jump at the chance to skip, but this Kubla Khan fucker is doing my head in--how am I supposed to understand something he wrote while on opium,” he teased, standing and coming inside, closing the door behind him. Rae smiled but bit her lip, glancing at the door. Finn went in front of her, holding her upper arms.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning when she forced a smile and shook her head.

“Nothing...it’s nothing,” she mumbled. She hung a poster over the window and locked the door, ignoring Finn’s curious look. She went to get her Coleridge notes from her desk and waved him towards a desk.

***

Rae kept Finn busy going over the poem and successfully diverted every attempt he made to change the subject. She knew he could tell something was up but she was terrified of what Simmy would do if he found out they were still meeting up.

When the last bell rang, she led the group of students and faculty out the door and got to her car right before Finn emerged. She watched him light a rollie, waving at Macca, and look towards the lot. She drove away as his gaze reached the car.

She rushed home, stumbling up the stairs past Chloe and dropping to her bed. Chloe came in, Rae worrying her lip and clasping her hands.

“Whoa, what’s the emergency?” she asked, her hands going to her hips. Rae dropped backward, her hands going to her face.

“My entire life is an emergency,” she moaned, glaring at Chloe through her fingers when she scoffed. She sat up and continued, “I’m being blackmailed. I have to stay away from Finn or he’ll tell everyone.” Chloe raised her brows, inhaling and nodding. She exhaled and her mouth twisted.

“I’m not seeing the problem, Rae.”

“The problem is I don’t want to!” she snapped, her hands waving frantically, “I’m not even sure I can trust this guy to not tell everyone anyways.” Rae ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. Chloe sat next to her and linked their arms.

“What are you gonna do?”

“Stay away from him,” Rae laughed humorlessly, “Hope Finn backs off on his own.” Chloe bit her lip and Rae shrugged hopelessly, closing her eyes.

“I think I have to leave.” Chloe nodded, leaning her head against Rae’s.

“Might be for the best, babes.”

***

She’d almost packed everything by nightfall and she laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. A metal clanging made her jump but she shook her head, blaming the wind. She sat up when she heard a knock on her window. She opened it, glaring at Finn.

“What the bloody hell are you thinking?” she hissed, looking at him precariously gripping the drainpipe and window sill. He rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to see you,” he said, glancing down, “Can I come in? This isn’t exactly sturdy.”

She stepped back, helping him climb inside and brushing off his front.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he demanded, holding her elbows. Rae avoided his eyes.

“I don’t know what--”

“Bullshit,” he snapped, stepping closer, “This morning we were fine,” his voice softened as he put his hand to her cheek, “What happened?”

Rae’s bottom lip shook and he ran his thumb over it and looked her face over.

“Someone saw us,” she lamented, her throat burning. Finn’s eyes widened.

“Shit...who was it?”

“That’s not important,” she said hastily, waving a hand, “The point is, we can’t see each other anymore,” she bit her lip as Finn shook his head, “Promise you’ll stay away from me.”

“I won’t,” he asserted, kissing her hard. She pulled away, a tear falling.

“I’m leaving.” Finn’s brow wrinkled.

“The school?”

“No, Stamford--I’m going back to Bristol,” she finished, breaking away from him.

“Why?” he countered, “We just have to be more careful.”

“Our secret will get out whether we’re separated or not,” she insisted, holding back more tears, “It’s better that I go.” Finn looked away, gritting his teeth.

“Tell me who saw us and I’ll handle it.”

“No, Finn. You can’t do anything,” she argued sternly, “Act like everything’s normal and it’ll be like I was never here.” His eyes were shining when he turned back to her.

“Rae,” he broke off, his voice cracking slightly. She brought her arms around him, kissing his cheek and he held her closer, his face buried in her hair. Her tears finally fell and he faced her, wiping them away before kissing her. When he ran his tongue over her lips and grasped her hips tightly, she pulled away and sighed his name.

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, closing her eyes when his lips went to her neck.

“I need you,” he breathed against her neck. He brought his face to hers, their lips brushing, “One last time.” Rae nodded, smiling as he wiped away a final tear.

“To say goodbye,” she murmured, kissing him, pushing him towards the bed.

***

Finn was gone when she woke the next morning and she rubbed her reddened and puffy eyes. Her vision cleared and she spotted a note next to her bag on the table.

Morning, girl

Had to duck out to meet Macca to practice

Guess he’s finally taking some advice from a pro

See you at school Ms. Earl

She smiled at the hastily drawn heart at the bottom and bit her lip when she turned and saw her nearly packed bags to the side. She put the note back and got up to get ready.

She went straight to Principal Dixon’s office when she got to the school, quickly giving her a bullshit excuse for needing to leave.

“Are you sure?” the principal asked, slight disappointment on her face. Rae nodded, attempting a smile.

“We’ll be sad to see you go, Rae. It’s a big loss for the students--they do like your class.”

A genuine smile came over her face and she opened her mouth to reply when the office door banged open.

“Principal Dixon, there’s an emergency out front!”

They rushed outside and Rae started to feel sick when she saw the large huddle of students, Finn and Simmy in the middle being held back from each other. There was pained rage on Simmy’s face behind the growing bruises, as well as darkening marks on his throat, while Finn’s lip was split and his knuckles bloody and bruised.

“What is the meaning of this?” Dixon questioned harshly, looking between them. The silence continued and she huffed, turning to Simmy, “Evans? Answer me.”

Simmy opened his mouth to speak but nothing more than a croak emerged, his face twisting in anger. Finn gave him an unsettling grin.

“Cat got your tongue, Simon?” he mocked, his grin widening when Simmy jumped toward him, the teacher increasing his hold.

“That’s enough, Nelson.” Before she could say anything else, the cops and an ambulance arrived, the police chief exiting the first car and rushing towards the group.

“Where’s my son?” he barked, his eyes finding Simmy and Finn quickly. He gestured for an officer to take Simmy towards the ambulance before turning to Finn with a glare. He waved for an officer to cuff him.

“Wait, you can’t--” Rae started, before she could think about it, and Finn’s eyes went to her, barely smiling. Evans held up a hand to cut her off.

“There’s no use defending him, ma’am,” he said gruffly, his eyes boring into Finn’s, “Should’ve been locked up ages ago.” Finn laughed, his grin back full force.

“You got me there, Evans,” he jeered, the officer pulling his arms back roughly. He met Rae’s eyes as he was dragged away, losing his cocky grin and nodding slightly at her. She suppressed her tears the best she could, slowly backed up and walked away from the group towards her car.

***

Rae tapped her fingers on the counter impatiently, the man behind it meandering his way to her.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Finn Nelson.”

“Nelson’s not allowed visitors, ma’am.” Rae levelled a glare at him.

“I’m his lawyer, wanker,” she barked, the man raising his brows at her.

“Follow me.”

He led her to a small conference room down the hall, telling her to sit while he went for Finn. A few minutes later, she heard voices coming.

“Your lawyer’s here, Nelson.”

“I don’t have a goddamn lawyer--” Finn stopped short when he saw her and turned to the officer, “My dad must’ve called her. Cheers, mate.” He waved the officer off the best he could with his hands bound in front of him and he rolled his eyes, leaving them alone. Finn sat across from her and she took his hands, her fingers running over his knuckles.

“How’s it feel?” she asked, flattening her lips. Finn shrugged, his mouth twisting.

“I’ll live,” he replied, looking her face over, “You mad at me?” She shook her head, a tear dripping onto the table.

“Why’d you do it?” Finn looked away and Rae leaned forward, “Finn…”

“I was finishing up with Macca and getting a change of clothes from my bike when Simmy found me. He told me about a new job coming up and how I’d better step up since he’d warned you away,” he explained, slightly fuming, “We started arguing and he said he was gonna tell everyone anyways, make it sound worse than it was. He said it would teach you a lesson.” Finn shook his head, huffing a short laugh, “He provoked me...guess he thought I wouldn’t hit first.”

“You could’ve killed him,” she said quietly, Finn immediately shaking his head.

“I knew what I was doing,” he replied just as quietly. Rae rolled her eyes, releasing his hands.

“You damaged his vocal chords, Finn!”

“That was the fucking point, Rae,” he quipped, his eyes flashing, “He can’t say shit now.”

“And that just solves everything, right? No one will find out but a boy is severely injured and you’re in cuffs!” she answered hotly. Finn shook his head again.

“No, you’re safe to finish the semester and get your degree,” he said before holding his hands up, “I was destined for this from the start.”

“What makes you think I’d stay here without you?” she replied, her voice cracking. He smirked and half shrugged.

“School’s important,” he replied, biting back a grin when she rolled her eyes, “Besides...I think I’m gonna be here awhile.”

Rae looked down at the table, tears falling unabated. He took her hands, leaning closer.

“Rae, look at me,” he whispered, looking into her eyes intensely when she lifted her head, “Meeting you was one of the best things that could’ve happened to me in this town. You are world class, I mean that,” he insisted, his eyes glazing, “I would do it all again in a second.” Footsteps sounded outside the door and he looked up, frowning deeply.

“Think our time’s up, girl,” he said, trying to smile. She leaned forward and kissed him desperately, feeling a tear slide down his face as he squeezed her hands. She pulled back when the door opened, her lips brushing his.

“Goodbye, Finn,” she murmured, standing quickly and going to the door, wiping her eyes. She didn’t hear his voice until she stepped out.

“Laters, Rae.”

Epilogue

Rae rolled her eyes as she held the phone to her ear, looking down at the stack of ungraded papers in front of her.

“Mum, I dunno why you insist on calling me to gossip about Stamford, we haven’t been there in three bloody years.” Linda’s voice continued, carping at Rae and she cut her off, “Look, I’ve gotta go, I’m busy. Love you!”

Rae hung up the phone, pinching the bridge of her nose. Three years since she’d left Stamford.

She finished her degree in Bristol, subbing at a local middle school and had decided to stay when they offered a full-time spot. She tried not to think about what happened the first go around with subbing but it still came to mind here and again.

She had no idea where Finn ended up after she’d left. She knew not to keep ties--if she was to get over him, they needed the clean break. She’d cared about him so much but the timing was shit and hurt them both in the end. His being underage paled in comparison to how they felt but it was still wrong. She was glad to have ended it but god, if she didn’t miss him at first. Nowadays, he barely crossed her mind.

She shook her head to clear it, turning her attention back to the papers. She’d just gotten back to her place on the page when the doorbell rang. She jumped at the sound, holding her chest. She wasn’t expecting anyone but it could’ve been any one of her neighbors or some delivery she’d forgotten about. She stood and went for the front door, cursing when it rang again. She threw open the door, a glare in place.

“I heard ya, tosser, what is--” she froze when Finn raised a brow, a rollie hanging from his lips. He was an inch or two taller than when she’d saw him last, his jaw stronger and light stubble over his face. His fringe was gone, his hair considerably shorter. His leather jacket was tighter around his shoulders and arms and he adjusted his stance, converse scuffing on the pavement.  Her eyes widened and she stepped back a step, completely at a loss for words. He smirked and threw his cigarette, leaning on the doorframe.

“Hiya, Ms. Earl.”

And that’s all she wrote, folks! Might be a little break before I post something else--I’m worn tf out from this--but keep an eye out for a one-off or two! Thank you SO much for reading and giving it such an amazing response. I never thought this would be started or finished, let alone actually liked 😅😂 Catch ya at the next one!

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Teacher’s Pet

Author’s Note: This is my entry for my dear @noodlecupcakes writing challenge. My prompt was Teacher and when I wrote it, I imagined Negan to look like this. 

Word Count: 3,285

Warnings: NSFW, Fingering, sorta. Language. Bratty behavior like me.

Tagging: @genevievedarcygranger, @noodlecupcakes, @i-am-negan-trash

*************** A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over at your nephew. He was nonchalantly doodling in a notebook like nothing was wrong in the world; Like he wasn't facing suspension. When your supervisor had told you the school was on the phone, you knew exactly what it was for. All you could do was groan as you snatched up your car keys and raced to the school. As you rounded the corner to the teacher’s classroom, your nephew was sitting on a bench outside the door with his head in a book. The click of your heels on the tile floor alerted him to your presence and he looked up to greet you with a crooked smile. All anger in you dissipated and you rolled your eyes as you smiled back while taking a seat next to him. Pulling him in for a hug, you couldn’t help but start thinking of excuses to get your nephew, Christopher, out of trouble. Again.

His family life wasn't picture perfect right now with his parents going through a nasty divorce. His father, your brother, had moved on to a new woman and his mom was taking it hard. You had tried to warn her on the eve of their wedding that your brother wasn’t exactly the “settling down” type but she didn’t listen. No one listens to the baby sister. When your phone rang at 2am five years later, you knew what the reason what the call was for before you groggily picked the phone up to your wailing sister-in-law. “Wait, slow down Patricia. Jackson did what? Well, I hate to say I told ya so, but…. Ok shit, I won’t say it then. Yeah yeah yeah, I’ll keep the little punk. Bring the kid over.” As soon as she hung up, you called your brother and cursed his ass out. From then on, you involuntarily became the kid drop point. You made sure to lay ground rules down; No fighting in front of the kid and no bad mouthing each other to the kid. Other than that, you actually enjoyed spending the extra time with your nephew. “He’s a lot like you and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad yet, sis.”

You smiled to yourself as you thought about having a clone from hell and reached over to rub his head. He froze in place before jerking away from your touch. Feigning to be hurt, you poked out your lip and folded your arms over your chest. Side-eyeing you, he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t do that, Auntie. I’m not a little kid anymore. It’s embarrassing.” he whispered still not making full eye contact. You scoffed before crossing your legs, your grey maxi skirt rising a little over your heels.

“Please Chris, that’s not embarrassing. I can show you true embarrassment.” you threatened, a wicked smile forming as you raised one eyebrow. He looked over at you warily, knowing not to test you. You waited a few seconds to see if he would call your bluff. When no reply came, you decided to push on. “Ya know I should embarrass you for getting in trouble. Correction. More trouble. This is like the what? Third time this quarter? Let’s see... what should I do?”

As his eyes widened in fear, the classroom door opened and a deep booming voice from the other side beckoned for Chris to come in. Groaning he packed his sketching supplies and stood, stretching lazily. Sucking your teeth, you also stood and straightened your black shirt over your skirt. Chris walked in front of you and stopped at the door to let you in first. As you passed in from of him, you stopped and leaned down to him to whisper. “Let me take the lead and if all else fails, plead the 5th.”

Stepping into the classroom, nostalgia hit you and you immediately hated being there. There were five rows of desks, about six per row, and they seems perfectly aligned. The walls were covered in various posters of maps of varying locations and colors. There was an unrecognizable sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach and you realized just how much you disliked school. You frowned as you looked around the room and down at the desks. Christopher had already plopped down in one of the front desk and propped his head in his hands. You assumed you’d sit in the desk next to him and moved closer to it but paused before you could sit. The desk looked too small to fit your fuller frame and it added to your further loathing of being there. Christopher watched you curiously as you stood examining the desk before you turned and sat on the narrow top surface of the desk and crossed your arms. Christopher snickered and shook his head.

“Where’s this so called teacher?” you asked your nephew in a hushed yet annoyed tone. He pointed towards the front of the classroom and for the first time you noticed a man standing at the whiteboard, his back to you two. He was tall and lean, not like any teacher you ever had in school. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and black slacks. You scoffed as he continued to write on the board without acknowledging you and Christopher’s arrival into the room.

“Sir, glad you could make it in today.” the teacher started before turning around to face you. He frowned deep as confusion played on his features. Clearly he was expecting your brother not you and he was temporarily taken aback. You took a few seconds to appreciate his good looks before he spoke again. “Who the fuck are you?”

Christopher clapped behind you as you squeaked in surprised. “EXCUSE ME?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” you retorted, eyes widening with anger. Pushing yourself off the desk, you crossed your arms over your chest and jutted your hip out, attitude fully activated now. The man eyed you from head to toe, his gaze washing over you.

“You don’t look like his fucking guardian. You look like a secretary.” he stated dismissively.

“You don't look like his fucking teacher. And this secretary can kick your ass!” you snapped back.  

The man scoffed and looked you up and down again with an unreadable expression and when his eyes finally made contact with yours again, he smiled wide which threw you off.

“Chris, wait outside.” he addressed your nephew while never breaking eye contact with you. Christopher glanced between you and the teacher before shuffling out of the door. “Looks like we got off on the wrong foot.” he started again once the door closed. He walked around the desk and leaned against it in a similar fashion to how you were leaning on the student desk. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes scanned over your body once again and it began to make you feel self conscious.

“Hi, I'm Negan. And you are? Friend? Sister?” he asked.

“No, neither. I'm the aunt. He's my brother's kid.” you answered with an edge to your voice. He began to laugh to himself and ran a hand over his salt and pepper beard. You frowned and resisted the urge to ask him what was so damned funny.

“So it's you. You're the source of that bad ass attitude. Rude. Bratty. Knew it came from somewhere.” he sighed before running his tongue over his bottom lip. You forced yourself to maintain eye contact with him and not follow the path of his tongue. Still frowning, you sighed and shook your head.

“My nephew doesn't have a bad attitude. He has a low tolerance for bullshit and so do I. He's a good kid as I’m sure you can see by his grades.” you defended your nephew and yourself. This elicited a low laugh from Negan and you felt like you needed to defend your family’s honor. “And if I'm not mistaken, you cursed first.” you finished with an indignant shrug.

“Because you surprised the shit outta me. And if I'm not mistaken,” he mocked while taking a step forward. “You threatened me with bodily harm. Did you not, bratty secretary?” You grit your teeth at the nickname as he smiled smugly. You really did want to punch him. You scoffed and placed your hands on your hips.

“So now you're gonna say that you're afraid of me? Right?” you asked condescending. You rolled your eyes as you flipped your hair over your shoulder. Who was this guy anyway? “Anyway what are you going to do to him? Stay late after school? Extra assignments? What subject do you teach anyway?” you asked rapid fire. Looking around the classroom, you tried to guess the subject that this man could possibly teach but the array of maps didn't give any concrete evidence.

“Civics.” Negan responded as he watched you survey the maps. You crinkled your nose as you gave him an incredulous look. Mirroring you, he held his hands up in defense. “What? You don’t like Civics? It’s a well rounded subject!”

“You don’t look like a Civics teacher. I was thinking Physical Education or something.” you responded while still looking about the classroom. Nothing about the posters on the wall gave a “This-Is-A-Civics-Classroom” vibe. Negan scoffed behind you and you looked over your shoulder at him. He had crossed his arms over his chest which cause the buttons to strain against the material a little. You looked away quickly and squinted to read one of the maps in front of you to distract yourself from the heat rising to your cheeks. ‘U.S. Cities Ranked by Their Incorporation Into the Union’  Oh, that sounded very much like a topic in civics.

“Funny you say I look like a PE teacher. I fucking coach the boys wrestling team.” Negan proudly declared behind you. You turned back to face him and placed your hand on your hip.

“I knew you were a jock. You have that whole ‘I am an asshole’ thing written on your forehead.” you teased as you traced the words across your forehead with your index finger for emphasis. A wide smile spread across Negans lips as he shook his head. He began to move towards you with his arms still crossed and your mouth suddenly went dry. His eyes never left yours and he had the aura of a hunter stalking its prey. Feeling your heartbeat pick up, you frowned as he stopped right in your face.

“There’s that sass again. Someone should really teach you some manners, brat.” he mused as his eyes wandered to your lips. You cleared your throat, louder than you intended, to divert his attention. He was laying it on thick and while one part of you secretly delighted in the attention, in the back of your mind you wondered how many single mothers he had in his little black book. His eyes drifted lazily back to your face and you attempted to give him your best uninterested facial expression.

“Let’s cut to the chase.” you spoke trying to make your voice stern. “What is Chris’ punishment? Extra homework? Staying late?” Negan hummed as he placed a hand on his chin and appeared to be deep in thought. Every few seconds he would tap his index finger against his cheek and with each tap your anxiety grew. Shifting from one foot to another, you placed your hands on your hips. “Any day now, Mr. Civics.”

“Fuck. I simply cannot decide.” he smirked as he took a few steps backwards before fully turning his back to you. Your jaw dropped and you gawked  in disbelief. Negan sauntered to the front of the classroom and shoved his hands in his pockets. His shoulders shook as a low but audible laugh came from him. Anger began to flood your better judgement and you stormed off behind him. As soon as you were standing behind him and reached out to touch his shoulder, Negan spun around on his heels to face you. You yelped in surprise as he grabbed your outstretched arm and pulled you closer to him causing you to stumble forward. Once close enough, he bent your arm behind your back, holding your wrist in a firm grip. You struggled in his grip, trying to break his grip but to no avail. You free hand moved to his chest and pushed in a futile effort. He stared down at you with an unreadable expression as he watched you struggle.

“Let me go, damn weird ass!” you toiled still held steadfast in his grip. He continued to watch you and tilted his head as if in deep contemplation.

“Keep that shit up and you’ll break your fucking arm.” he warned. You grimaced as you stared up at him defiantly. “Now there’s that bratty look I was hoping to see!” Negan jeered and his hand on your wrist flexed which caused a dull pain to shoot up your arm. You fought the urge to wince at the pain and held your stare. “I can’t fucking punish the kid when it’s learned behavior. And who is he learning that shit behavior from?” When you didn’t answer him, he pulled you closer to him. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, brat. It’s not fair to punish the boy when he sees you acting out. So you’re going to take his punishment.”

The whirlwind of emotions where flying through your mind so fast that you couldn’t focus on one long enough to form a cognitive opinion. Anger. Confusion. Dread. Excitement. Lust. How dare this man, this stranger, make you feels these things. You wanted to scream at him to let you go and kick him in the crotch but when you opened your mouth, your own words surprised you.

“Get on with it then.” Releasing his hold on your wrist, he spun you around and pushed you forward onto one of the student desks.

“Hands flat on the desk.” he said sternly, his deep voice sending wave of excitement through your entire body. Your mind screamed at you to resist but you shocked yourself as you compiled and placed your palms flat on the smooth surface. Humming in approval, Negan kept a hand on the small of your back to keep you bent over as his other hand worked at pulling your skirt up. He purposely allowed his fingers to gently glide over the back of your legs as his fingers brushed you skin lightly and you inhaled sharply as goosebumps were left in their wake. When he reached your thighs, he let his fingers linger a little longer at your panty line before pooling the fabric of your skirt around your waist.

“Now this is a fucking sight to behold.” he muttered behind you as he teasingly traced the lining of your underwear from your waistline down your hip. You shifted away from his touch, the notion annoyingly arousing and unsatisfying. “No. Nope. That’s not how this works.” he chastised as the hand on your back pushed you down further on the desk so now that your chest and stomach were pressed against it. You whined in protest as you attempted to stand but his hand kept you pinned to the desk. You were more exposed to him now and your body flushed with embarrassment. Using his foot to kick your feet apart, you were push forward on the desk and rushed to grip the edges lest you fall over.

“Lemme see.” he said low and for a moment you wondered if he was talking to you or someone else. It didn’t take long for you to get your answer as he moved your underwear to the side and completely exposed you to him. Running a finger along your exposed sex, he chuckled darkly. “So wet and I barely touched you. Bad girl.” he taunted as his thumb traveled over your clit and rubbing it gingerly. You moaned and bucked your hips, begging for more of his touch. He continued to glide his fingers up and down your slit while drawing small circles around your clit before he started the journey again. Annoyed with the slow build up, you began to grind into his hand to help alleviate the friction.

Sucking your teeth in frustration, you began to drum your fingers against the side of the desk in an act of defiance. Negan hummed behind you and stopped his administrations. He grabbed the waistline of your panties and yanked them down, squatting as he lifted each foot to remove the fabric. He moved to stand behind you and the movement set your nerves on fire. You began to writhe in anticipation as his hand left your back.  Your mind ran rampant with lustful images of him taking you from behind. After a few moments of nothing, you wondered what the delay was and looked behind you.

“What the-" you trailed off not believing what you were seeing. Negan wasn't behind you. At all. In fact, he had went back to the whiteboard and resumed writing. Your face contorted in anger and bewilderment as you stood to fix yourself. He acted as if nothing had happened. Tears of frustration stung your eyes as you stared at his back. You wanted you smack him, to throw him out the window, to ride him into the sunset. Balling your fists, you began to approach him and he held a hand up to stop you. Turning to face you now, he held up your panties and twirled them around his index finger.

“How's that for a punishment?” he grinned. You crossed your arms and pouted which caused Negan to laugh out loud. “You can't always get what you want, you fucking brat." He added. You reached out to retrieve your panties when he pulled them back and placed them in his pocket. “Tell Chris to cut the shit and..” he handed you a business card. You snatched it from him much to his amusement and examined it. It had his contact information on it along with an address. You looked back up at him with a furrowed brow. “Call me so we can finish. Maybe I just might give you what you want, brat.” he smirked before winking at you and turning back to the board.

Sucking your teeth again, you shoved the card in your bra and stormed out the door unaware of the set of eyes following you out. Throwing the door open, Chris jumped as the force of the door from opening it too hard sent it into the wall. Staring at you with fearful eyes he scrambled to his feet to follow you as you stalked towards the school's exit.

“So? What happened? Do I have detention?” he asked in a panicked hush. He had taken hold of your arm and halted your angry march towards the exit. You looked down at him and sighed.

“You're off the hook kid. Just be good ok?” you answered, your voice more shaky than you wanted it to be. Your hand rose to your chest and subconsciously rubbed the outline of the card through your shirt. Your mind wandered to what just happened and you suddenly remembered that you didn't have any underwear on. You sucked your teeth as your frustration began to build again but with it your arousal. You whined before crossing your arms and stomped your foot. Chris stared at you in total confusion. You shook your head before pulling him close to you and the both of you began walking again towards the exit.  “God, I really hate school.”

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[amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes]

Royally Fucked

Author’s Note: Oh my, I’m back writing for the King. I still can’t believe I wrote it. It’s a continuation of the first one which can be found here: part one 

Prompt #2: Queen

Parings: King Ezekiel x OC Danni (I love this girl so much)

Word Count: 2,370

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, unprotected sex, my girl back to her bratty ways. 

Tags: @ezekiels-tigers and @genevievedarcygranger

The door to the auditorium unexpectedly flew open and a simultaneous groan was heard among its occupants. Danni stood at the entrance in dramatic fashion with an overly flowy dress on, surly wearing it to attract attention as its neckline was plunging and offered a generous view of her cleavage. Jerry rolled his eyes as Danni began to enter the auditorium, effectively causing their meeting to come to a screeching halt. Danni sashayed down the aisle as all eyes were on her. But there was only one set of eyes she was really concerned about. And as she guessed, she had caught his attention. Ezekiel was staring at her with a mix of anger and bewilderment and lust, his light brown eyes wide and focused on her. Smiling as sweetly as could, she fluttered her eyelashes at her king and curtsied, keeping her gesture as delicate as possible. Jerry cleared his throat in an attempt to get Danni’s attention but her gaze remained focused on her main goal.

“Excuse me.” Carol spoke in a low voice. “We were in the middle of planning-" Danni’s head snapped in her direction as agitation instantly arose in her and she strained to keep her face calm and even.

“Does it look like I care what you were in the middle of? I need to speak to my king.” Danni smiled sweetly as she emphasized the end of the sentence. Carol clicked her tongue as Morgan’s eyes darted from Ezekiel to Danni to Carol. A poorly suppressed snicker broke the tension and a long sigh passed Ezekiel's lips.

“Danni, what issue has arisen that demands such urgency?” Ezekiel inquired as Danni finally broke her icy glare with Carol. She turned to face Ezekiel and took a few steps forward stopping just shy of the steps that led to his makeshift wooden throne.

“The urgency is me. I demand an audience. Alone.” Danni replied, her voice calm and smooth. Ezekiel briefly broke eye contact with her to dismiss his court with a raised hand. Jerry did not immediately move and lingered until everyone else had left. When the three of them were alone, Jerry broke the silence with an indignant huff.

“Danni just because you guys are seeing each other doesn’t mean that you can barge in here whenever you feel like it!” Jerry bellowed, his cheeks flushing with his frustration. Danni shot him a knowing glance; her old friend always seemed to get bent outta shape over the little things she did. Ezekiel raised his hand again and looked in Jerry’s direction. Jerry huffed again before loudly exiting the auditorium, his noisy departure a form of protest. Ezekiel watched the man leave before turning his gaze back to Dani and shaking his head. Dani bit her bottom lip to suppress the grin tugging at the corner of her lips as she patiently waited for Ezekiel to address her.

“He's right, you know.” he spoke softly as if they weren't the only ones in the room. “You can't just waltz in here anytime you feel like it Danni.” Ezekiel finished, he royal facade gone. Danni bowed her head slightly.

“May I approach?” she asked gesturing to the throne. Ezekiel furrowed his brows in slight annoyance. Giving a curt nod, he granted her permission to approach him and she began her ascend up the stairs. Lifting her flowing dress slightly, she knelt at his feet and looked up at him.

“Danni, what is this about?” Ezekiel questioned as Danni moved closer to him, her knees now touching his boots.

“I want to spend time with you, is all. You've been wrapped up in meetings that I hardly get the chance to see you anymore. I want to know what’s going on.” Danni answered innocently as she placed a hand on his knee. Ezekiel tensed under her touch and eyed her cautiously. She sat back on her heels and tilted her head poised to listen; her posture subservient.  

“You want to know what's going on?” he repeated, not really believing her. She nodded in response and began to rub his knee in a circular motion. His eyes darted briefly to her administrations before focusing back on her.

“After the Savior shot Benjamin, Morgan found out that Richard had set the whole thing up.” Ezekiel began as he tried to focus on the story and not Danni’s hand that now began to move up his leg and now massaged the center of his thigh as her other hand mirrored her actions on his corresponding leg. Ezekiel swallowed hard as his throat suddenly went dry. He could feel himself hardening under her touch and began to stutter. Just as she reached his upper thigh, Ezekiel jumped away and placed his hands over hers to stop her wandering hands from traveling any further. His breathing had become labored and sweat had formed on his brow.

“I don’t think you’re paying attention to what I’m saying. We’re on the brink of war and you have ulterior motives.” he chastised trying not to let on how her touching had affected him. Danni again smiled sweetly and sat up from her heels to lean closer to him. She placed a kiss on his knee and Ezekiel taken aback at the gester released her hands. Taking advantage of his momentary shock, she quickly moved to his waist and began to unfasten his pants. Once open, she began to massage him through his pants as she looked up at him.

“But my king, I am paying attention. It all sounds very stressful. Let me help relieve some of it.” Dani spoke quietly as she continued to stroke him. Ezekiel gave no verbal response but began to move his hips in rhythm with her tempo. Not receiving an objection, Danni moved to lower his pants and was temporarily stunned when she realized he wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Recovering swiftly, her hand reached inside his waistband and she ran her fingertips over his impressive length. He twitched under her fingers as she traced his pulsating veins. Ezekiel moaned low and bucked his hips as if urging her on. Danni shifted on her knees and with her free hand, nudged his legs apart so she could move closer to him. Obliging, Ezekiel granted her the access she needed and she finally freed him from him his confines and stroked him openly. Ezekiel ground his hips into her hand as his head fell back onto the throne. After a few more strokes, Danni leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on the head of his cock. A sigh escaped Ezekiel's lips and Danni took it as encouragement and licked her lips. Placing another kiss on the now leaking head, she took him into her mouth slowly and moved her tongue in a circular motion.  

“Danni.” Ezekiel moaned as his hand moved to her hair and he lifted his head to watch her. He gathered her hair in one hand and held it so he could clearly see her as he brought his hips upward to met her agonizingly slow pace. Concentrating on her breathing rather than Ezekiel's grip on her hair, Danni maintained her pace as she used one of her hands to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Ezekiel’s grip on her hair began to tightened but still Danni maintained her slow pace. She moved leisurely around him, moving purposefully slow and using her tongue as the added stimulate to aide her. Her main goal was to tease and if this wasn’t teasing then she didn’t know what was. Danni believed she had the upper hand and continued for about another minute or so until she felt a sharp tug at her scalp and before she knew it, Ezekiel had pulled her off of him. Breathing heavily, he released his grip on her hair and slumped back. Reflexively Danni rubbed her scalp and stared up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Sorry about that. You were killing me.” he apologized as he watched her. Danni smiled and licked her lips as she leaned in to take him back into her mouth but Ezekiel stopped her. Frowning, she looked up at him with a pout. “Come up here.” he motioned in a come hither motion. Biting her lower lip, Danni rose slowly to her feet and suddenly became aware of her own arousal. Ezekiel sat upright as he watched her rise and when she was on her feet, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. Placing kisses on her clothed belly, his hands began to gather the material of her dress around her waist. Danni squirmed under his touch as his hands caressed her hips as he finally grasped the hem of her dress. Ezekiel hummed in surprise to see she also was without panties and tsk’d at her.

“I have a feeling you had this all planned from the beginning, Danni.” Ezekiel grinned as he pulled her onto his lap. Danni laughed as he straddled him and gripped the back of the throne.

“Why, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides, you don’t have any on either.” Danni reminded him as she sat back on his thighs, fully intending to tease him a little more. She lifted her dress up and over her head to reveal that she was also braless and ran her hands over her now bare breasts, squeezing them gently. Ezekiel licked his lips as he watched her, his hands roaming over her back. Danni leaned forward offering her lips to Ezekiel in a kiss. Ezekiel mimicked her movements but right before their lips touched, Danni shifted slightly and kissed his nose. Frustrated, Ezekiel slouched back on the throne and began to rub his temple.

“Do you enjoy teasing me? Is this fun to you?” Ezekiel asking accusingly. Danni giggled as innocent as she could and shrugged her shoulders.   

“Does it bother you? What are you gonna do about it, my king?” she challenged. Eyes darkening, Ezekiel sat up and in an instant his hands were at her waist. Moving her so she was poised over him, he reached between them and centered himself with her opening; teasing the head at her opening causing her to release a soft gasp at the contact.

“Make you my queen.” Was his simple reply. Danni beamed at his proposition and tried to lower herself onto him but his grip on her waist stopped her from going any further causing her to whine.

“Promises promises.” she taunted as she continued to writhe on him. Leaning down, she claimed his lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss. Ezekiel return her kiss with as much passion before abruptly ending the kiss. Danni frowned down at him, confused.

“You my dear, are a brat.” he mused as he thrust upward and into her. Danni moaned loudly and tightened her grip on the back of the throne. Using the throne as leverage, Danni rocked her hips back and forth as Ezekiel began to shower kisses from her jawline down to her neck. Moving in time with her, Ezekiel met her thrusts and sped up the pace which in turn made Danni grind on him faster. Dani could feel the muscles in her lower stomach tightening all too soon for her tastes and tried to slow down but Ezekiel kept up the pace, hitting her g-spot hard. She opened her mouth in an attempt to beg him to slow down but language skills failed her as she could only muster whimpers and moans. Her cries of protests went unheard as she moved her grip from the throne to his shoulders and wrapped her arms around him tight as her orgasm hit her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she clenched around him, her body trembling as the waves of pure bliss washed over her.

“You ok?” Ezekiel asked her after a few moments as he nipped at her neck, the remnants of her orgasm still sending small shock waves through her. Nodding, she began to sway against him which cause him to laugh low against her skin. “How quick you are to recover, my bratty queen. I’ll give you what you want.” he boasted as he moved his hands down to her thighs and held her in place as he began to roll his hips below her. Danni dug her nails into his shoulders as she allowed him to ravage her as she barely had the strength to keep up with his brutal pace this time. She encouraged him with feathery kisses to his temple and cheeks, pausing every once in a while to pull his earlobe between her teeth to nibble on it gently. Ezekiel began to release a string of incomprehensible words and Danni figured he must be close. Her own release was creeping back on her and she braced herself by clinging to him, her grip tight. Not long after she did brace herself did she come again and Ezekiel followed after, biting into her neck as he released inside of her. The two stayed entangled for a while before Danni moved. She sat back and pretended to be offended, crossing her arms and pouting.

“You called me a brat. Is that how you treat your queen?” Ezekiel snorted a laugh before pulling her to him for a brief kiss. Danni playfully swatted him and lifted herself off of him, the evidence of their tryst threatening to run out of her. Locating her dress, she slipped it over her head as Ezekiel watched her, his cock threatening to come to life once again. Danni turned to him and upon seeing him not decent, placed her hands on her hips.

“Can you cover up please?” she asked, eyeing him. Ezekiel groaned as he complied, lifting his hips to pull his pants up properly. Danni hummed in satisfaction and began to descend the stairs, much to Ezekiel’s dislike.

“Where are you going?” he called after her. “What if I want more?”

Danni turned to him and returning to her same playful manner, she winked and blew him a kiss before turning away again.

“You know where to find me. After all, I am the queen.”  

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