#her voice... her power...... her FACE. THOSE EYES. THAT NOSE. I AM IN AWE

[thecrystalquill]

A/N: Chapter nine is here! Taken me long enough but now I’m working on the next part after some plotting stumps.

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Masterlist Series Masterlist Series Intro Your First Year Hogwarts Letter

Chapter Nine ~ A Vulture Among Owls

Unfortunately, the weather on that particular afternoon was dreadful, nothing but clear skies and sunshine that made (Y/N) curse under her breath; she’d thought that living in Scotland would mean she’d get lovely grey Septembers and drizzles, but this particular part seemed to rebel from expectations. And of course, it just had to be the weather that greeted them when the First Years had to partake in a class outside.

Two rows of brooms had been laid out on the grass and everyone stood about talking. “I’ve heard a lot about this class,” Millicent muttered to her roommates, “my brother told me that Madame Hooch is a tough coach, and if you can’t do a loop by the end of the year, she fails you and you have to spend all of your next term polishing brooms.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I highly doubt there’s any truth to that.”

None of them took any notice, starting to chatter about all of the awful things they’ve heard about flying. So you break your leg falling from your broom – it’s part of the fun, right?

“You’re that Addams girl, right?”

Looking to her left, (Y/N) came face to face with the rude boy from the previous day. “I am.” She said monotonously, keeping her face still as she turned back away from him.

The boy held his chin high and tried again. “I’m Malfoy. Draco Mal--”

“Yes, I know.” She interrupted, rolling her eyes at him. He seemed stunned for a second as she disregarded him. “You’re the arrogant boy who got rejected by Harry Potter.” She said, smirking a little when she saw the anger in his eye. She just loved it when it was so easy to get under someone’s skin.

She saw him stuttering for an answer, some clever quip or retort, but all talking was cut short by the entrance of a rather rushed woman announcing to the class. “Good afternoon, class.” Said the woman, eliciting a chorus or replies from the first years. She had short blonde hair and shocking hawk-yellow eyes that flitted about sharply. “Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step to the left side of their broomstick.” The pupils did as she commanded, eager and nervous, even (Y/N) could feel her heart spike a little. “Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over your broom and say: up!”

Everyone did as she said, over and over again dozens of voices yelling the same word on repeat. Harry, surprisingly, had managed to summon his broom on his first try, followed seconds later by Malfoy who immediately gave a smug smile to his friends. (Y/N) took a breath and repeated herself, willing the broom to follow. This would be her first attempt at any real magic, and it was difficult to not over-think it – what if she couldn’t do it? What if she was accepted by mistake and she really was a squib? Would they send her back home? Pushing those thoughts aside, (Y/N) tried to feel out for the broom and push her magic to grab it, thinking of how they did it in that space movie Pugsley dragged her to see last year; feel out into the universe and wield your power to your will. “Up!” She repeated in a firm tone, and opened her eyes when she felt the handle push itself into her palm. Third time’s the charm, right?

“Ow!” She heard from in front of her, seeing Ron rubbing his nose and scolding Harry for laughing, then giving in and laughing too. They seemed to be good friends already. (Y/N) thought they might have been friends with her, but after their last interaction, she reevaluated that assumption.

Once everyone had their brooms in hand, the coach gathered everyone to refocus their attention. “Now, once you’ve got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don’t want to be sliding off the end.”

Wait, wait, wait – that’s it? (Y/N) thought, no more prep or anything, just straight to the flying in the air part? This school is insane.

“When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off the ground, hard.” Well this will be interesting… “Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back. On my whistle, three… two…”

And interesting it was. A Gryffindor boy, who already looked frightened to begin with, started to lift off without warning, gripping the broom tight and daring to look down. Everyone started gasping and complaining, as he floated higher and higher in the air, slowly losing more and more control of the rogue broom as Hooch shouted after him in distress. (Y/N) had to admit, he was doing a marvellous impression of a deflating balloon – she’d have to tell Pugsley all about it, he’d only want a broom even more.

“Come back down this instant!” The teacher yelled up at him uselessly as Neville screamed, his housemates shouting his name. She took out her wand as the broom carried him off in a frenzy, knocking him into the hard wall of the school. (Y/N) could have made a joke about being trapped between a broom and a hard place, but thought better of it given the situation and her company.

Neville’s cloak was caught suddenly on a spear held by a statue, ripping him away from the broom as it carried on without him, his screams of help getting louder. Was there no way to safely get him down with magic? What point was there in having Hooch here if she was on the ground and he was up there? There was a rip and the boy started to fall, only for his robe to catch on a torch four meters off the ground, then he felt out of his sleeves and landed with a scream.

Everyone crowded around him as he lay in a heap of dirtied robes and whimpers. “Everyone out of the way!” The coach demanded, clearing a path. (Y/N) couldn’t quite see what was happening, she’d barely moved from her place, broom still in hand, as the teacher handled the situation. From what she would assume, he’d broken something; frankly, she’d be surprised if he hadn’t. As Hooch stood with the boy in tow, (Y/N) was just close enough to hear her giving out a strict command. “Everyone keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand?” She stared at them all carefully, hauntingly yellow eyes glaring into the crowd. “If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say ‘Quidditch’.”

It was about forty minutes to curfew and many students were already in bed, save a few who lingered in the common room writing or mingling. (Y/N) was sat in a dark corner by the entrance, reading silently with her legs hanging over the side of the cushiony green seat, and occasionally sparing glances at the others in the room. Her roommates were chatting by one of the large lake-view windows, laughing and smiling together, while Saoirse stared out through the glass with curiosity. It was a nice atmosphere, though it would be nicer if there were no one there. She had always been a creature of solitude, after all.

She had just reached the part of her novel wherein Jonathan Harker started to suspect the Count’s behaviour, when she was brought out of the story at the sound of footsteps approaching. Walking up the steps towards the entrance door was, unfortunately, Draco Malfoy. He had his cloak pulled around him and tied so not a peak of his clothes could be seen, and wore a sly look in his eye. Ordinarily, (Y/N) wouldn’t care less about any business that wasn’t her own; but when a student like him goes out dressed like that, with that look on his face, so close to curfew, she couldn’t help but ask. “Where are you going?”

Malfoy leapt back in shock barely a meter from the door, and let out a gasp that could have been a yelp if it were any louder. It wasn’t a surprise he hadn’t seen her, sitting in the shadows. A scowl quickly came over him. “What’s it to you, Addams?” He said as he readjusted the sleeves of his cloak.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and shut her book over her finger to keep the page. “Isn’t it a bit late to be going for a stroll?”

Grumbling like a child, the boy curled his hands into fists and tapped his foot in impatience. “I’ll be back before curfew – and anyway, I won’t lose us any points if I’m meeting a staff member.” He answered before turning back.

She responded before he could get too far. “At this time? Who is it?” Not a professor she suspected, another ‘staff member’.

“Well if you must know-” He started in a frustrated tone, “I’m meeting Filch – the caretaker.” Then he smirk with a look of pride. “I’ve arranged to meet Potter for a duel at midnight.”

She paused for a second, and Draco had obviously thought he’d stunned her with admiration, but his face fell into confusion when she let out a snicker. “Wait, wait…” (Y/N) began, taking her legs off of the arm of the chair and sitting straight, “you mean to tell me you’ve arranged to fight Harry Potter – the famous ‘Boy Who Lived’ – the one who’s rumoured to have beaten vo- You-Know-Who as a baby – and you think that’ll go well?”

Malfoy’s cheeks flushed pink and he shifted his eyes away for a moment. “No. Don’t be stupid.” He said with confidence, but his stature betrayed him.

“Oh…” (Y/N) raised a brow, eyeing the boy like she could see right through him. “I understand. You were never going to meet him, were you?”

Some of the redness on his cheeks seemed to cool, the embarrassment fading away. Malfoy faced her properly again and held his head high, flaunting a victorious smirk. “Exactly.”

She had to admit, (Y/N) admired the cunning, the sly trickery; after all, it was very clever of him. But she wouldn’t give him the ego boost with knowing that. Standing from her chair and tucking her book under one arm, (Y/N) flicked some hair out of her eyes and adorned her usual look of cool indifference. “Alright, if you’re sure. Just try not to lose us any House Points.” Without sparing him any more attention, (Y/N) turned to descend the steps and leave, hearing the sound of the main door as it opened and closed.

As much as she admired the act, (Y/N) still wasn’t at all keen on Malfoy, and there was a larger part of her that hoped Harry wasn’t stupid enough to actually go; she certainly preferred him over Draco.

When she reached her dorm, (Y/N) wasn’t at all surprised to find it empty, save for Jinx sat on her bed and Mouse the cat sat on her owner Millicent’s pillow. The girls were all still down in the common room, which meant (Y/N) had some much appreciated alone time. In only a few minutes, (Y/N) was changed into her comfortable black pyjamas, black slippers, and fig purple robe, and was sat at the desk by her window, watching the tops of tall seaweed swaying in the water’s distance. A small stack of parchment paper in front of her and her new pot of blood red ink to her side. Jinx sat up on her duvet, staring tiredly as she thought of what to write, quill hovering over the paper. How to start…

Dear family,

That sounded about right. Had she ever had to write a letter to her family before? No. But she could feel their impatience as they awaited a response and she certainly wouldn’t keep them waiting.

First of all, you’ll be interested to hear that I was sorted into Slytherin House (I’d like to know about this bet and what you all guessed). Our common room is in the Dungeons (yes, they have a Dungeon and it is lovely and dark), it sits under the Black Lake, and there’s giant windows that look out into the water. I heard our prefect saying that they’re enchanted so they don’t break, and apparently there is a giant squid living in the waters which sometimes passes by, or wanders to the surface to scare the students. I didn’t bring a camera with me, but I’ll take a photo for my next letter if you send one.

I have three roommates – it’s strange having to share a room with others if I’m being honest – I’m not sure I’d say we’re friends but perhaps eventually. As for enemies, there haven’t been any real feuds yet but there are plenty of unlikeable people to choose from. There was a boy who tried to introduce himself to me today, Malfoy he said, but I took no notice – he was very rude and arrogant to some boys I met on the train and I didn’t much like his face. The Potions professor is also a bit… well I’m not sure how to describe him as anything other than a bully, though I must say he has an impressive dramatic flare. But he would be a worthy opponent nonetheless.

I also had my first flying class today, a boy flew off and broke his arm, then Malfoy and Harry (one from the train) had a sort of race when our teacher was gone, over something the boy dropped. Some people are saying that Harry might get expelled, but I’m sure that would be a silly reason for expulsion – surely people have done much worse than fly unsupervised. Perhaps I can get my own broom next year?

I had Transfiguration class yesterday, it seems like a very interesting subject and I can’t wait for a practical lesson – I’m not sure if we’ll ever learn how to transform people into toads but if we do I promise, Wednesday, you’ll be the first to know.

It might be nice to have Thing with me, Devil knows I could do with some decent company, but would that even be allowed? I’m sure I’ll be fine. And of course I’ll continue to practice my knife throwing. Also could Grandmama please send me one of her smudge sticks? There is a strange aura about this space.

Missing you deadly and awaiting your reply,

(Y/N)

Folding up the pages neatly and sliding them into an envelope, (Y/N) lit the end of a red wax stick and waited for it to drip down on the seal before stamping, her family crest shining up at her in the candlelight. She meant what she wrote; she really did miss them – even Wednesday and Pugsley, as irritating as they were. The warm glow of the candle reflected in the window, lighting up her face in the glass.

Just as she was writing her home address, wondering if she even needed to if Mortis knew where he was going, the door opened and in came her three roommates. Bridget walked through first, laughing with the others. “Oh there you are,” she said as she hung her robe on the chair by her bed opposite, “we wondered where you went.”

(Y/N) wiped her quill clean and stood, picking up her book and checking the page. “I was writing to my family.” She stated, sitting the copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula on her lap as she sat – she really must be homesick. “Do any of you know where the Owlery is?”

Bridget hummed, pulling out her pigtails and shaking her roots. “You’ll have to ask one of the older students, I think. We haven’t had any chances to go yet.”

“I’ll go with you.” Saoirse piped up as she flopped on her bed, already in her pyjamas, the long bottoms decorated with little green frogs. “I’ve gotta send my letter ta my parents, and Brian’ll want somethin’ ta eat before he goes.”

Millicent snorted into her pillow (the one not occupied by her cat). “You called your owl Brian?”

“Says the one who named her cat ‘Mouse.” (Y/N) commented under her breath, illiciting a few giggles from the others.

“I think he looks a bit like the guy from Queen, same eyebrows.” She replied as she plaited her hair.

Bridget frowned as she got under her blanket, leaning towards (Y/N), whispering. “Isn’t the Queen’s name Elizabeth?”

(Y/N) quirked her lip, turning the page and enjoying the strange conversation.

“Saoirse… owls don’t have eyebrows.” Said Millicent.

“Course they do,” she shrugged, “how else do they let other owls know when they’re mad?”

There was a chorus of chuckles as everyone settled in to bed and said their goodnights. Placing her book on her desk, (Y/N) let Jinx climb under the covers and blew out the candle, listening to the crackling of the dying fire instead of the waves on the beach, imagining herself feeling at home here.

The next day all anyone seemed to be talking about was Harry Potter; after his little display in flying class, he was lucky enough to still be here. She’d been told by Bridget, who had a brother who was good friends with Oliver Wood, that Harry had, rather than faced punishment, impressed Professor McGonagall so much that she’d changed school rules to allow him on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Which was a very big deal, so she was told. But it was also a very big secret, but those hardly ever stayed as such.

Barely one flying class and already he’d made it onto the Quidditch team, as a Seeker no less. (Y/N) had to admit, she was impressed.

The Great Hall was full of voices, shouts and whispers blended together in one loud hum of noise. (Y/N) wasn’t much of a morning person, and the constant sound about her was much more than she was used to; all she could do was stare into her goblet of pumpkin juice and wish it were coffee – when she found out that they didn’t serve coffee for any meal at Hogwarts, given that most children didn’t drink it and it was generally seen as ‘unhealthy’, she was close to writing home and demanding to go back, but all she was told was that it was bad for her and she could have tea instead and blah blah blah. A load of nonsense. Sure, most eleven year-olds wouldn’t drink coffee, but (Y/N) wasn’t like most eleven year-olds. Hell, even Pugsley gets an espresso in the mornings – and he’s not even six!

Someone nudged her arm to her left, drawing (Y/N)’s attention. “I found out where the Owlery is.” Said Saoirse as she crammed some toast in her mouth, “we can go later, yeah?”

(Y/N) nodded, taking a sip of her juice and cringing at its sweetness. “How about we go during lunch?” She asked, standing and adjusting her school skirt and bag as her roommate followed with a couple more pieces of toast in hand.

“Tha’s fine.” Saoirse replied through the bread, waving to a stranger who gave her a funny look.

The two of them walked through the halls to get to their first class of the day, ignoring the whispers of passing students. Millicent and Bridget were still in the Great Hall, talking to some first years they met in class the previous day, which gave the chance for (Y/N) to get to know her other roommate better. The other two were nice, sure, but (Y/N) enjoyed Saoirse’s weirdness; it made her feel more comfortable to be herself. She knew others thought she was strange, it was in her very aura, with her dark clothes and dry humour and unapproachable resting face, but it simply came with being an Addams. She didn’t care much about what people thought, and neither did Saoirse.

It was Tuesday morning, which meant they had Charms class with Professor Flitwick, a very short man with a large beard. He greeted them as they entered the room (after only having to ask for directions three times), and they both took a seat in one of the front rows. This room wasn’t quite as impressive as the Transfiguration room, but was still very large; there were two tall windows behind the professor’s desk, looking out to the distance over the school, several rows of dark wooden desks, and chalkboards and various equipments at the other side of the room. Flitwick’s desk was quite cluttered, stacks of books all about, rolls of paper here and there, and a few trinkets.

Saoirse was talking away about Nifflers and what her book on magical creatures said about them, and how she wanted one so badly because they look like moles and have a fascination for shiny things, when (Y/N) noticed Ron and Harry walking into the room and taking a seat a little away from her, talking animatedly. “Saoirse,” she interrupted, “would you excuse me for a moment? I won’t be long.” Her new friend nodded, and (Y/N) rose from her chair, taking off her robe first and straightening her tie. She rolled back her shoulders and made her way over to the boys, clearing her throat as she stood before them. “Morning.” She started, trying not to feel nervous. They greeted her in response and looked at her with curiosity. “I wanted to congratulate you, Harry,” She said, “on making it onto Gryffindor’s Quidditch team.” She saw his brows scrunch for a second, and remembering that it was supposed to be a secret, quickly explained herself. “My roommate has a brother who’s friends with your Captain.”

“Oh.” Harry said, eyes widening slightly as he fiddled with his wand. “Thanks.”

She could tell he felt awkward talking to her, not that she didn’t; they weren’t friends, after all, which wasn’t her fault, but she felt it only polite to be civil. “I’m sure you’ll make an excellent Seeker.”

“Thank you…” He said again, clearing his throat. “I’m meeting with Wood this afternoon, so… I guess we’ll see.”

There was a tapping noise at the front of the room, Professor Flitwick was stood on the stack of books on his desk, asking for everyone to take their seats. “Well,” (Y/N) said, turning to leave, “I’ll see you both around. Good luck, Harry.” With that, she left to sit back next to Saoirse, not giving them another glance. It might come across as a little odd – talking to two boys who made it clear they no longer wanted her friendship (even after they were so friendly with her on the train) – but now at least they knew she wanted to be civil, there was no reason for them to be awkward around her. After all, she was still the same girl they met on Sunday.

Lunch was a quick stop for (Y/N), she helped herself to some soup and bread, listening as Saoirse told her about the new cordless housephone her family purchased over the summer and how it completely changed their lives. “No word of a lie, I called my cousin from the bath. The bath, (Y/N). I’m tellin’ ya they’re amazing.” She said, getting a few napkins and wrapping up a chicken leg. “You’re takin’ something for your vulture, right? What does he eat?”

(Y/N) shrugged, dusting her hands off and taking some napkins herself. “Well they’re carnivores so I’ll wrap up a chicken or something. Shame they don’t have any traffic near here, or I’d pick up some fresh roadkill for him as a treat.”

“Nice.” Saoirse nodded, putting the food in her pocket. She then leant over the table just as another student was about to reach for a roast chicken, swooping in and pushing away the carving knife, she grabbed the full thing with her bare hands and sat it on (Y/N)’s unfolded napkins. “There ya go, that enough for him?”

“That should do it,” (Y/N) smirked as they stood from the table, “best get him filled up, wouldn’t want him stopping off to pick a carcass clean on the way.” Not that her family would mind if they received a letter covered in blood – if anything they’d probably just assume she was having fun and making the most of her time.

The Owlery was a little ways off from the school, just passed the grounds keeper’s hut at the bottom of the hill and along a dirt path in a grassy field. It was quite a nice tower, all stone and cobble, with granite steps climbing all the way to the top.

“Oh jeez…” Saoirse muttered at the bottom of the steps, stopping (Y/N) in her ascent, “that’s pretty high up…”

It didn’t take much to deduce that she had a fear of heights. (Y/N) walked back down to the last step, looking back up to the top of the spiralling stairs. It was very high up, Saoirse’s fear wasn’t unreasonable, but she was certain it would be safe. “Do you want me to go up for you?” She offered.

Saoirse shook her head. “No, it’s fine just… I can do it.”

(Y/N) waited for Saoirse to walk beside her close to the wall, taking a slow pace and giving her encouraging looks. “It shouldn’t take us too long, and the view will be worth it when we get there.”

And it was. After a painfully long struggle to the top, the two eventually made it to the entrance, and (Y/N) didn’t even complain once. It reeked of birds, hay, and excrement, and the girls crinkled their noses at the unpleasant smell. Rows of little cabins lined the walls all the way to the top, like shelves to keep the birds in place, and numerous exposed beams and ladders for them to perch on. Mortis stuck out from the rest, sitting high up on a beam and staring as the other birds went about their business, looking as if he were simply waiting for them to stop; well, them or their hearts.

Eager to get away from the balcony edge, Saoirse went to find her owl with her clean white letter in hand, calling for him in every direction until he showed himself, chewing on a mouse stolen from a smaller owl. While she scolded him, trying to get him to stay still enough to tie the letter to his leg, (Y/N) cleared her throat. “Mortis,” she said in a clear and commanding voice, knowing for sure he was aware of her presence, “come here, please.”

As instructed, the great vulture opened his wings and swooped down gracefully as the surrounding birds quickly flew out of his path, clearly skittish around the giant. He flew over her head and towards the entrance, perching on the wall by the stairs, likely grateful for the extra room.

(Y/N) unfolded the full roast chicken she’d brought for him, setting it down on the stone as he started to hungrily devour it, tearing at the meat with his blade-sharp beak. While he ate, (Y/N) tied the letter to his leg using the twine sealed in place with wax, leaving it long enough for him to hold between his talons as he flew. “When you’re done, I have a letter for home for you to deliver. Don’t take any stops for roadkill while you’re gone, you should go straight home.” Mortis gave her a look of acknowledgement as he chewed on a bone, before digging back in to tearing to meat from the ribs. Even if he was just a bird, she knew he understood – home, he knew where home was, she had no doubts.

Sighing softly, (Y/N) stroked the soft feathers on his strong brown wings and looked back to the Owlery; Saoirse had finally managed to tie the letter to Brian’s leg and was talking away to him as she gave out treats to any birds that asked, spoiling them all. They seemed a little more settled now, in all likelihood due to Mortis’ absence, flitting about excitedly or trying to sleep. A strange feeling settled over (Y/N)’s heart. “What a pair we make, Mortis.” She said in a gloomy tone, picking at the black polish on her nails. “At least you’ll understand.”

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Chapter 13: In Which Old Friends Return

After the encounter with Drowzee, Twig was left grasping at straws to explain why she slammed the door on Darkrai when they were supposed to be heading out to the market. He had run into it face-first, and was understandably (and also terrifyingly) upset by that. She had said that a drowzee passed by who was deathly allergic to nightmares and wanted to play it safe, and apologized for not warning him— she was worried about exposing the drowzee to Darkrai’s weird Legend aura nightmare thing and sending the poor guy to a clinic. He seemed understanding at that, but Twig was so terrified by the close call with someone who could have recognized Darkrai that she ended up holing herself up inside for the next few days. Regrettably, the pantry did not stay full, and she had to venture out to the market once more— and Darkrai tagged along as always.

People were used to seeing Darkrai now, and he was able to go about town without raising any alarms like Twig had feared initially. He offered to carry the bag of groceries as Twig shopped for more pantry staples and a few miscellaneous items that had been depleted as well— she’d completely exhausted her store of chesto berries in particular, and she needed more if she wanted to survive her new normal. 

She looked over her list once again. “There’s a few more things I need to grab— flour and some more persim berries— but once I grab those, we can head back.”

Darkrai hummed distractedly.

“What is it?” She cast a wary glance over her shoulder. “Do you need something, too?”

“No.” His brow furrowed, and he continued to stare off into the crowd. “Pardon my directness, but… Do you smell something?”

Twig narrowed her eyes and tried to catch whatever scent he was referring to. Sure enough, something powerful was wafting through the air, enough to make numerous market-goers hold their noses or vacate entirely. She frowned. “Ew. Yeah. Yeah, I do. Ugh, it smells like…”

“If it ain’t the reigning wimp herself!” Hollered a familiar voice. 

Oh, great.

Koffing, Zubat, and Skuntank stormed through the crowd, giving little attention to maintaining a polite distance from the pokemon doing their shopping and completely disregarding the idea that you shouldn’t shout from across the street to someone who didn’t want to see your face ever again. Skuntank laughed heartily as he approached, Zubat and Koffing snickering and chortling shortly behind him. 

“It’s been ages, kid!” Koffing said. “You still look scrawny as ever!”

“Gee, thanks,” Twig said with a sneer. “I don’t want to talk to you guys.”

“Aw, c’mon, we’re all friends. Why wouldn’t you want to talk to us?”

“Huh. I dunno. Maybe because you guys were jerks to me and Kip when we were apprentices?”

“What?” Zubat’s ear twitched in surprise. “We were just messing with you two, don’t take it so hard.”

“I don’t need to worry about ‘taking it so hard’ when we were stuck taking the fall for you guys every time you did something to ruin our day. Do I need to bring up the perfect apple escapade?” 

“Perfect apple…” Skuntank’s eyes widened in recognition. “Aw yeah! That was great! Wigglytuff really tanned our hides in the end, though. Never did like that guy. He was always a creep.”

“Hey, speaking of, who’s tall, dark, and freaky over there?”

Twig was instantly reminded of Darkrai’s presence as he introduced himself. “I am Ark,” he said, voice dripping with icy distaste. “And you are?”

“Team Skull. We haven’t been on any jobs in a while, but it still has a nice ring to it, eh?”

Twig’s lip curled in disgust. “You need to complete a minimum of three jobs per year to maintain your exploration team’s activity status, you know. You guys aren’t in the books because you didn’t ever go on any expeditions other than that one as apprentices.”

“Still a stick in the mud, then, huh?” Skuntank let out a hearty guffaw. “You’re the same teacher’s pet as always! Makes me wonder why Chatot would get on your case so much.”

“Gee, I wonder why.” 

“Where’s the other half of the wimp-o duo? What’s his name… Tick? Trick?”

“I think it was Blip, boss.”

“Wasn’t it Nip?”

Yeah, it made sense that these jerks couldn’t remember the name of the guy they’d bullied so thoroughly and terribly that he doubted he could chase his dreams even years down the line. She gritted her teeth. “Kip. He’s off on a big archaeological expedition—”

“Without you?!” They all asked in unison.

“... Yes? Why wouldn’t he?”

The three broke into uproarious laughter.

“Wow,” Koffing wheezed, “He must have finally grown a spine of his own then, if he’s not still attached to your hip! Yikes, must be weird to not have the little guy to follow around, huh?”

Twig readied a rebuttal, but the three had turned around and left without another word, cackling all the way. She scowled as she watched them go. 

She hated them. She hated them so, so much. 

“Who is this Kip I keep hearing about?” Darkrai asked. 

“My friend. We used to be in an exploration team together. We were apprentices and partners at Wigglytuff’s Guild when those three knuckleheads were even worse than they were just now.”

He looked off at where they’d disappeared into the crowd and narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care for them.”

“Yeah, no joke. Me neither. Ugh, they were the worst. I can’t believe they have the guts to show their faces to me and act like they didn’t do anything wrong…” She resumed shopping, ranting to Darkrai all the while. “They started off stealing from Kip. He was way younger than them, first of all, and they thought it was funny to shove him over and grab an heirloom from his parents when he dropped it— and then they decided to talk about selling it in front of him when he tried to get it back. Agh, and that’s not even to mention when they showed up as apprentices the first time…”

Twig spent the rest of the shopping and trip back home rambling about all of Team Skull’s misdeeds and how they always managed to pin the blame on her and her partner. She surprised herself with how long she spoke on the subject— clearly she was still ticked about all the awful stuff they did despite not realizing this— but she was even more surprised by Darkrai’s reaction when she apologized for talking his ear off.

“No, no. I’m grateful for it.” She glanced back at his awe-inspired tone and was shocked to find him looking oddly touched. “Thank you for confiding in me. It means more than I can say.”

“Uh.” She blinked. “Yeah. Sure. No problem.” 

“You’ve not been so open before now. Not willingly.”

She frowned.

“Your trust in me is appreciated.”

His words rattled around in her head as they stepped inside her home— she accepted the bag of groceries from him and put them away, wondering all the while if she somehow had said too much by telling him about some childhood bullies.

#the present is a gift au #pmd eos #pmd fanfic #pmd explorers #pmd fic #pmd fanfiction #pmd2 #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd sky

[bambirex]

The World Is Yours, If You Seek The Good: Chapter 10

Pairings: Geraskefer, Geraskier, Yennskier, Yenralt

Characters: Jaskier, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt of Rivia, Ciri of Cintra, Lambert

Additional tags: implied/referenced abuse, forced pregnancy, mpreg, creature fic, fae jaskier, creature jaskier, creature yennefer, captivity, enemies to friends to lovers, polyamory, found family, hurt/comfort, it starts out angsty but it gets better, completely made up lore, fertility issues, completely made up skills and powers, angst, angst with a happy ending, whump, jaskier whump, yennefer whump, intersex jaskier, ciri whump, geralt whump, blood, nightmares

Full word count: 31, 355 words

Chapter word count: 3,060 words

Chapters: 10/?

Summary: Used and abused by humans, Jaskier and Yennefer believe they are alone and with no reason to trust anybody. That is, until they meet each other - and then, a couple of other strange misfits.

Chapter summary: Ciri finally learns the truth about herself.

Author's notes: I am taking some things from canon, and twisting them a little bit of course, to fit my plot! My poor sweet Ciri is getting whumped, because everyone in this fic gets whumped, but she has her fam!

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The nightmares, headaches and nosebleeds got better after Yennefer and Jaskier settled in with Ciri - before they got a whole lot worse.

For a while, Ciri thought her night terrors and strange symptoms went away, at last. She felt the happiest in a long time: her days were brighter with the two creatures around, and she could tell Geralt liked them, too. He didn't want to admit it, but Ciri saw it in his eyes when he looked at them. She definitely saw Jaskier's lovesick expression that he constantly followed around Geralt with, and Yennefer - who was also in deep denial- seemed to be opening up to Ciri's father more and more. Things seemed almost perfect. It appeared as if their weird company was slowly resembling a family, if a little botched.

Jaskier sang her lullabies in his sweet magical voice, and Yennefer would hold her during the night. Geralt would wake her up with breakfast and a kiss on her forehead. It often felt like Ciri was in a dream, a beautiful one, finally.

But then, the nightmares returned, and she wasn't just dreaming about her old home burning and her family dying, her days of hiding before Geralt found her. She saw new things now, like an unfamiliar place with high walls, burning to the ground like Cintra, her old home did. She saw collars and whips, blood and metal bars. In her nightmares she heard Yennefer scream, and then she saw her curled up on the ground, bloodied and bruised. Jaskier was crying next to her, his face a sickly pale. His lips were swollen and dripping blood.

Ciri cried out for Geralt in those dreams, but he never came. Ciri was trapped somewhere, and so was her family, and she had no idea what to do. She screamed and screamed and the walls came tumbling down, burying Yennefer and Jaskier beneath them. As Ciri sobbed, blood trickled down her face instead of tears.

She woke up with a gasp, cold sweat causing her nightgown to stick to her back. She fisted her hands in her blankets, trying to get a grip on reality. Yennefer woke up to her panting and screaming, immediately enveloping Ciri in her arms.

"It's okay, you're okay," she shushed her softly as Ciri wept into her chest, "I'm here."

It took several seconds for Ciri to realize she was not trapped in that awful dream anymore. She wiped her face with a shaky breath. Her chest tightened in panic when her head came away bloody.

Yennefer noticed it too. Her eyes were full of concern as she took Ciri's hand into hers, inspecting the blood on her palm.

"Has this ever happened before?" She asked. Her voice was kind, but Ciri could hear the fear mixed in. She swallowed thickly.

"No...sometimes my nose bleeds, but not... I don't know what's going on!" Ciri broke down sobbing, collapsing back into Yennefer's arms. She clutched onto Yennefer's dress, terrified that she would slip away if she let go, that she would be hurt like in her dreams.

"You need to tell Geralt about this," Yennefer told her as she gently rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.

"I'm scared," was the only thing Ciri could say. She kept clinging to Yennefer, her entire body trembling.

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Ciri had the same nightmare for two more nights in a row. She always woke up the same as well, crying bloody tears and bleeding through her nose, her head pounding like it was about to explode.

Something was wrong with her, she was sure of it. She felt something terrible inside her bones, like her body was filled with a buzzing swarm of bees. It ached and itched and made Ciri want to crawl out of her own skin. Something was eating away at her from the inside; she's felt it before many times, even when she was still a princess back at Cintra, but now the feeling was so strong, it was overwhelming. Something was rumbling beneath the surface inside her, trying to gnaw its way out.

Was she possessed? Was she going insane?

Ciri feared that her recurring dream meant something - something terrible. Maybe she wasn't the one trapped in that dream, maybe she was the one who hurt and captured the people she cared about. Maybe she would end up hurting them- maybe she was dangerous.

It was all becoming too much for her. She felt restless, on edge, like she could tear the whole world apart. Geralt tried to ask her what was wrong, but Ciri couldn't give him a straight answer. Everyone was growing concerned about her, and Ciri hated feeling so helpless, and such a burden.

One morning, after once again waking up from her now usual terrors, not even Yennefer's gentle words could calm her. Ciri tore herself away from the drepima's arms and stormed out of her room. She ran down the stairs and out of the door, out into the little garden around the house. She fell onto her knees in the grass and let out a loud scream, a shrill sound full of pain and fear.

Something shifted in the air around her. Ciri couldn't quite explain what, but she sensed it, like a horrible chill running down her spine. The air felt suffocating, creating an iron grip around her. The sky turned a heavy dark grey, rumbling quietly like a predator warning its prey with a growl. The scream didn't want to end: it tore out of her with a force Ciri has never felt before. She suddenly wasn't in control of her own body.

If it wasn't for Geralt leaping forward and dragging Ciri away, she would have been crushed under the tree that was twisted out of the ground and fell.

The world turned completely black after that.

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When Ciri woke up, she was lying in her bed. She opened her eyes slowly, meeting Geralt's eyes. They were, of course, full of worry as he reached for his daughter's hand.

"Ciri," he spoke to her softly, "are you feeling alright?"

Ciri swallowed. She blinked a couple of times. Her head felt heavy as she took in her surroundings. She saw Yennefer standing next to her bed, clutching Jaskier's hand who tried to give Ciri a reassuring smile, but it turned out very weak.

"I think so," she replied quietly, her voice coming out croaky. She tried to sit up, but her whole body felt stiff and so very exhausted. Geralt gently pushed her back against the pillows.

"Easy," he shushed her. "You need to rest."

"Do you remember what happened out there?" Jaskier asked her softly. Ciri bit her lip, trying to recall the events.

She ran out into the garden. She remembered feeling so upset and terrified, and then she screamed.

The world turning on its hinges. Dark clouds. A horrible surge of energy. Losing control. A tree falling.

"Did I do that," Ciri whispered, icy cold fear gripping her heart once again. "When I..."

"You need to rest," Yennefer told her. Her face was uncharacteristically pale. "Then, I believe we need to talk."

Ciri nodded tiredly. Yes. A talk was definitely in order.

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It was early evening by the time Ciri felt strong enough to get out of bed. Her body still felt strangely heavy, and that buzzing inside her veins was still there, albeit a little weaker.

She took her place at the dinner table, pulling her knees up to her chin. She hugged her legs close to her body and avoided the many eyes on her. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to act after what just happened.

Geralt cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. He stared down at the table for a couple moments before he pulled himself together.

"Ciri," he started, his voice quiet, careful, "I haven't been completely honest with you."

"No shit," Ciri mumbled. Geralt didn't reprimand her for swearing this time.

"I believed ignoring the truth and hiding it from you was the right thing to do," Geralt explained. His eyes were full of guilt as he looked at Ciri.

"I promised you I would keep you safe. And I thought the less you knew, the safer you were. But I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept this a secret from you."

Geralt took a deep breath. Yennefer played with a lock of her hair, deeply lost in her thoughts. Jaskier looked like he was about to get sick. Ciri wasn't sure it was his usual wonky stomach or the truth was that terrifying. All the same, her own stomach churned while she waited for Geralt to say it out loud.

"How much do you know about your family's history, Ciri?"

"Not much," Ciri admitted. "My parents have died at sea when I was still little. My grandmother practically raised me."

"What did she tell you about your parents? Your mother, more specifically?"

"That I look exactly like her," Ciri repeated her grandmother's words quietly. She swallowed down her tears. "And that she loved me a lot. I remember her dresses, and her scent. And that she always sang me lullabies. That's it. My father... I know he didn't get along so well with my grandmother. You were the one who told me he was cursed, and you helped him, and that was how you invoked the law of surprise. That was how you got me."

"You don't know anything about your mother's symptoms, then?"

Ciri felt her heart leap into her throat. She shook her head, gripping onto her knees tighter, desperately looking for an anchor.

"They were similar to those you were experiencing," Geralt explained. "She had a power within her that didn't fully come to the surface. But it was there. I experienced it firsthand at that banquet, where the law of surprise happened."

He sighed deeply. Unexpectedly, Yennefer gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. They shared a small smile. It would have been adorable if it wasn't for the fact that the whole world started spinning with Ciri.

"When your grandmother, furious that a knight cursed to be a monster wanted to marry her daughter, tried to kill him. And your mother screamed, and everything turned on its head. The same way it happened when you screamed in the garden. There was a surge of very powerful energy that nearly made the entire ballroom blow up. You have inherited your powers from her."

"But what kind of powers do I have," Ciri whispered, "and why? I'm a human. Aren't I?"

The silence was deafening. A shiver ran through Ciri's body. Geralt struggled to find the words for a moment.

"On the day I fulfilled our destiny and came to try and save you from the war," Geralt continued, "your grandmother finally told me everything. You have Elder blood in your veins, Ciri."

"Elder blood..." she whispered, her voice alien to her own ears. She remembered the gossips, the faint whispers and the strange looks she often received, but whenever she tried to ask her grandmother about it, she told her not to pay attention. But Ciri has definitely heard the word Elder a couple times, though she has never known what it meant.

"You're the descendant of ancient elven mages," Yennefer spoke up. "They believed that one day, their savior would be born from this blood. There was a line of very powerful women who carried this blood in them, whose magic was stronger than the rest of the elves' - but then they started mixing with humans, and the blood was carried down in a way that was not so pure anymore. The genes were passed down, and some women carried these powers. But those powers were dimmed. That was probably why your mother wasn't as strong as you are."

She shook her head with a quiet sigh. "Witches and elves weren't exactly friends, but the ancient witches respected and feared those with Elder blood. That was why they started working on something similar, spells that would help them achieve what the elves could. But then those books fell in the humans' hands, and thus... drepimas were born. I was born."

"Like drepimas, those with Elder blood can wield chaos magic," Geralt added. "There aren't many left of you. That was why I took you out here, because you needed to be protected. The humans must have found out about your blood, somehow. They wanted to get you."

"The war..." Ciri whispered. She choke on her words, tears welling up in her eyes. "It wasn't even just about taking down a powerful kingdom... It was because of me? They came for me?"

No one needed to reply for her to know the answer was yes. Ciri put her head in her hands and started sobbing. She pulled at her hair as she curled up on herself. It was all her fault. Her grandmother died, her friends died, the entire kingdom fell because of her. She was to be blamed for that war, was she the one responsible for the rest of the wars waging across the Continent? Were these humans all looking for her?

Humans. That was how Ciri needed to think about them. Because she wasn't one of them, not entirely.

Gentle arms wrapped around her. She was pulled against a warm, rounded stomach. Ciri buried her face in it, soaking Jaskier's shirt with her tears.

"I'm so sorry, Ciri," Jaskier told her sincerely as he gently carded his fingers through her hair. As if he read her thoughts, he added, "it wasn't your fault."

"I thought we had more time," Geralt continued, the words heavy on his tongue. "I thought your powers would only show up later, like in your mother's case. Your grandmother was hoping they wouldn't even show, like with her. I thought we had enough time, that the wars would quiet, that the humans would think you were dead. That I could take you to Kaer Morhen to the witcher keep before this happened."

“My whole life has been a lie…” Ciri whispered in agony. Her chest ached as her heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. What was she supposed to do now? How was she supposed to continue with her life, knowing that the person she thought she was, didn’t even exist? That humans wreaked havoc on the Continent because of her blood, that Geralt will have to spend the rest of his life continuously worrying for her, and hiding her from those that wanted to put their hands on her powers? How was she supposed to live on, knowing these powers lived inside her?

“I don’t know who I am anymore…”

Geralt stood and walked over to her. He crouched down next to Ciri’s other side and took her hands into his, hugging them close to his chest.

“I do,” he told her, his voice sincere and caring, “you are Ciri, my daughter. Brought to me by destiny, but remaining under my care through love. You are my strong, brave child. Someone who has survived the most horrible things, and who will continue to do so. Not just because I will protect you, no matter what, but because you’re capable of so many things.”

Ciri felt one more hand on the top of her head: Yennefer’s. It caressed her gently.

“I know you must be terrified right now,” Yennefer whispered to her, “I understand. But I will help you. The ancient witches experimented with Elder blood when they wrote those spells that the humans used to create us, so we more or less have similar powers. I can help you control them.”

“Am I dangerous?” Ciri asked, her voice trembling. “In my dreams, you were hurt. And Jaskier. And Geralt disappeared. What if it will really happen, because of me? Because of who I am?”

“We don’t know enough of your powers to say anything for sure,” Geralt told her honestly. “But I know you would never hurt anyone on purpose.”

“And by accident?”

“Yennefer will make sure it won’t happen,” Jaskier promised her gently. “And so will we.”

“I’m so sorry, Ciri,” Geralt told her again, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against Ciri’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

A part of Ciri wanted to be angry with him, but then she realized, it wouldn’t change things. Even if Geralt would have been honest with her since the beginning, she would still be this… whatever she was, actually. She could have prepared herself for it, at least, but they couldn’t have avoided the inevitable. Geralt kept it a secret for the same reason her grandmother lied to her: to try and buy time, to try and keep her safe. They both failed. But that didn’t mean Ciri would have to give up. She finally found herself a new family after she thought she lost hers. She couldn’t fall apart now. In light of what she’s just found out, it seemed like they needed to protect each other now more than ever.

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They all slept in Ciri’s room that night, which Ciri was infinitely grateful for. It was a little bit cramped with both Yennefer and Jaskier in her bed, but Ciri couldn’t mind. Geralt slept on the floor next to her bed, shielding them all.

Ciri didn’t get much sleep, and judging by all the tossing and turning she heard from the other three, they didn’t, either. They all needed to think about what to do next.

Ciri never asked for these powers, but she knew there was no way to get rid of them. They were scary and unfamiliar to her, but she had to make peace with them. They were here with full force, no longer only manifesting through headaches and nosebleeds. The only way to protect herself and her family was that if she took Yennefer up on her offer, and learned to tap into those powers.

She sighed deeply as she stared at the ceiling above her. There were too many possible outcomes. None of them seemed very happy.

Ciri closed her eyes, letting a tear finally break free and roll down her cheek. She allowed herself to mourn the life she thought she had- and, perhaps, to try and welcome a new one.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geraskefer #geraskier #yennskier #yenralt #ciri #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #the world is yours if you seek the good

[officialleehadan]

Elysium

Hello darlings! Another fun Prompt for you! Today's story was brought to you by Six! Darling thank you so much for your support!

Prompt: HGE – Unconventional

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Everything was warm, and the scent of flowers filled the air.

Vree opened his eyes to the sight of an ever-shifting rain of falling stars above him. They cascaded down through the nebula that filled the place the sky was supposed to be, and for every star that fell, two more burst into life to fill the place they left behind.

He lay there in the flowers, listening to the song of insects all around him, watching the sky. The night was soft and perfectly warm around him, and after a while he noticed that the petals of the flowers nearest to him glimmered with stardust, showered down from the fall above.

He reached out to touch one, but stopped at the sound of footsteps approaching through the grass.

“Hello Vree.”

A woman. Human, by the timbre of her voice. He sat up to greet whoever had come to meet him. He vaguely remembered that he had been sent here. Why, he wasn’t sure, but he could only trust those who sent him here knew what they were doing.

He had the protection of deities. What could he do but have faith in them?

The human who greeted him was different in a way that was almost impossible to define in the moment. She had the same lightly tanned skin that Lady Petros did, but where Lady Petros had bright gold hair, this woman wore her fall of dark hair nearly to the ground. Red flowers formed a crown around her brow, and her gown fluttered in a breeze Vree could not feel. The flowers in her hair shed petals that drifted into the folds of her long dress. Flowers sprouted around her bare feet and trailed behind her, bright and shining.

“My niece has sent you to me for your protection, do you remember?” she asked and helped him to his feet against his own awe. Power shivered around her, the gentleness of spring when all the flowers bloomed, with the first hard freeze of winter that stripped their petals away. Her smile was understanding, but there was the promise of terrible death hidden behind her eyes. When he looked again, he realized that there were dagger-blades hidden among the red petals of her flower crown. “Evagorne speaks highly of you, child. You are welcome in this Realm.”

“Where am I?” Vree asked, halfway seduced by the sweet-scented night and the insect-sounds around him. It would be so easy to slip back into the doze that held him for the unknown hours since he arrived. “I am sorry, if I may ask, who is Evagorne?”

“Ah, of course,” the goddess said, and looped her arm through his, more familiar than he truly felt he deserved. “You could not know. She is Evelene, my dear nephew-in-law’s middle daughter, and the last of the three First Mermaids. She spoke to my lord-husband and I about your situation and we agreed to give you safe harbor from the Void. I am Persephone.”

“Lady Hoshi said not to name it,” Vree said, although his tail bristled at the very thought of the creature that was hunting him. He recognized the name from some of Lady Petros’s stories and did his best to keep from puffing in alarm. What else was he supposed to do when he was faced with a goddess? “Thank you for giving me safety, Queen Persephone,”

“With pleasure, child. Come, my husband is busy, but he wishes to meet you.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Vree said obediently. Something dark caught his eye and he blinked when he realized there was a rich black star of black fur on his chest, where he had once been white from nose to tail. “Oh. What…?”

“The mark of a deity-blessed weapon lingers,” the goddess explained to him. She trailed her fingers over a tree as they passed and it burst into fragrant white blooms that showered them with petals. Vree twitched an ear and sneezed when one landed on his nose. “You will carry the mark of Evagorne’s trident however long you live.

“Am I alive?”

“Presently, no, but life is a changeable state and there are a great many powerful beings who love you well. It was understood when you came to us that you would not be staying.”

That was more than Vree could understand, so he simply let it go. His head was still buzzing with the perfumed night anyway, and it made thinking difficult.

She guided him down out of the garden and into a sprawling villa. Flowers covered the black stone walls. Vree might have been comforted, but some of the flowers looked decidedly like skulls.

In fact, most of the flowers looked like skulls. Most of the rest were deep, velvety black.

This was, Vree thought uncomfortably, not the home of a deity he wanted to cross.

Not that he wanted to cross any deity, but he was realizing that there were rather more deities in his life than he anticipated.

It had been a complicated few years.

“Dearest, I found him in Elysium,” Persephone said as she pushed open an ornately-carved door. It turned out to lead into an office, piled high with gilded scrolls that seemed to shine with their own light. The man behind the desk was regal, with thick dark hair, and a very fine, neatly-trimmed beard. He set his scrolls aside and welcomed her to his side. “Has there been any word from above?”

“Not yet,” he replied, and stood. Vree’s fur prickled again. He was serene and smiling, but there was a deep aura of death around him that Vree couldn’t quite define. His instincts knew he was in the room with power he could not understand. The god inclined his head, and Vree bobbed his head low with his ears down, and wondered if these gods of the Humans would understand the respect of a Ha’reet. He hoped so. “Hello, Vree of Ha’reet. I am Hades. Welcome to our Realm. I understand we have a great deal to discuss.”

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HGE - UNconventional:

Firebursts (Subscriber Only!)

Hot and Cold

Splish Splash

Furnace Rumble (Subscriber Only!)

Aftermath 

Duel Honor (Subscriber Only!)

Unexpected Imperial (Subscriber Only!)

At the Crossroads (Subscriber Only!)

Much Better, Much Worse

Four More

Armed Disarmed

Crunch and Crack (Subscriber Only!)

Family Home

Ancient Pine

Match Unlit

Drink and Dish

Skull-carved

It Means Vampire (Subscriber Only!)

Deep Shoal (Subscriber Only!)

Attack of Savages

Fine Wood Shavings

World Wide Web

In Finite

White Scales Fall (New!)

Blooming Vines

Twin Sun Sand

Dragon at the Door

Knowledge Beloved

The Nature of Time (Subscriber Only!)

For He Is

Beneath Wings

Reality Shift

Elysium

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[starsaver94]

Taming the Beast Within Chapter 1

Stars dotted the night sky above the city of Mustafu. It was a cold, crisp autumn night. The pale glow of streetlights illuminated the sidewalk below. The streets were deserted and the air was silent, save for the clicking of short heels belonging to a lone woman.

The woman was a nurse, going back to her apartment after finishing a particularly long shift at the local hospital. She let loose a shiver as a cold breeze seemed to cut right through her body. Although, it wasn’t just the wind that made her shake like one of the fallen autumn leaves. She was on high alert because she knew that nighttime was notorious for having a high amount of criminal activity.

Suddenly, as if waiting for his cue, a man jumped out of the nearby alleyway. A manic grin slowly stretches across his face as he eyes the cautious nurse.

“Hey there sweetheart, why don’t you hand over the cash or valuables and there won’t be any problems.”

She wordlessly shook her head while taking a fearful step backwards, which only caused the mugger to step forward.

“I said…” he snarled “hand over the goods or else.” He held out his arm, which now thanks to his quirk, had now taken the form of a large metal blade.

“Or else what?” Another voice broke the tense atmosphere. Both heads turned to see a muscular figure silhouetted beneath the streetlight.

“A-a-All Might?!” The mugger stammers, eyes stretching wide with fear. The mysterious figure chuckles, slowly shaking his head back and forth in what seemed to be amusement.

“No, no, I am not All Might. But what you can call me is…” Without warning, he rushes forward picking the trembling mugger up by his shirt “Jetstream.”

As soon as he started, the mugger stopped shaking and instead smirked at the Turbulence hero. “So you’re one of those… lesser heroes.”

Jetstream glared at the smug criminal. “Ma’am, you might want to step back.” He growled through clenched teeth.

And as soon as he said that Jetstream gave a powerful blow to the mugger’s gut “Never…” another punch “call me…” again “a lesser…” and again “HERO!” He screams before tossing the mugger turned punching bag into the air.

“And then what happened?!” A young girl questioned her mother while bouncing slightly on her bed. The mother laughed softly at her daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Then, while the mean mugger was in the air, Jetstream pulled his powerful fist back and screamed…”

“HURRICANE BARRAGE!!!”

The daughter cut off her mother with a loud cry of the Turbulence hero’s signature move.

“Now Kyoko, how am I supposed to tell the story if you cut me off like that?” Kyoko’s mother playfully scolds.

“Sorry mommy, I’ll be quiet now.” She sheepishly says before making a zipper like motion across her lips. Her mother gives another soft laugh at her daughter’s antics.

“Now where was I?” She gasps in realization “Oh yes, now I remember.”

“After the brave hero dealt with the mugger, he looked at the nurse and said…” Kyoko’s mother sucks in her gut and deepens her voice in an attempt to sound masculine which causes her young daughter to giggle “Well ma’am, now that this piece of criminal scum has been dealt with. Who might you be?” She looks to her daughter, who is hanging off her every word. “Do you know who that nurse was, Kyoko?” Kyoko shook her head while leaning in as if she was about to hear an important secret “That nurse…was me!” The young girl’s eyes lit up in awe.

“Really!? So that’s how you and daddy met!?”

The mother smiled at her “You… are… correct!” She touches the air to the left and right of Kyoko’s head with each word before giving her a small, light tap on the nose.

“Daddy is the coolest, strongest, most awesome hero ever! He’s even better than All Might!”

Her mother raises a brow “Those are some pretty big praises honey. Are you sure you mean them?”

Kyoko nods enthusiastically with both her fists clenched tightly “I do mean it. Daddy can beat up any bad guy. He’s the strongest, most coolest hero ever!”

“Is that so?”

Kyoko and her mother look over at the entrance of Kyoko’s bedroom, where they see her father, a.k.a Jetstream, standing in the doorway.

“Daddy!” Kyoko yells and runs over to her father who scoops her up in his arms.

“Hey there pumpkin. You listening to your mother’s stories?”

She nods her head “Yeah, mommy is a great storyteller, just like how you’re a great hero!”

Her father puffs out a laugh before setting his daughter down and lightly ruffling her hair. The mother walks over to her husband who looks at his wife, a loving gleam visible in both of their eyes.

“Welcome home dear.”

He smirks at his wife “Is that all? There’s no other way to greet your husband who had a long day of patrolling the city? Come on Reiki.”

Reiki rolls her eyes at her husband’s childish behavior before sauntering over and placing her hands on his shoulders.

“Honestly Arashi, did you really think I wouldn’t give you your welcome home kiss? What kind of wife would I be if I forgot something so important?”

Arashi pulls his wife in closer, one hand on her back and the other gently touching her cheek while Reiki wraps her arms around his neck and softly kisses him.

“Ewww!”

Arashi and Reiki look over at their young daughter who is puffing her cheeks out with a grumpy expression on her face.

“Don’t kiss daddy, mommy, he’s icky!”

Reiki laughs at both her daughter’s face and her sudden outburst. “Now why would you think that sweetie?”

“Because he’s a boy, and boys are icky!”

Arashi holds a hand up to his chest in mock offense while Reiki simply smiles.

“Now Kyoko, you shouldn’t say stuff like that. Besides, you may change your mind when you get older and meet a cute boy.”

Kyoko shakes her head and stomps her foot in defiance “No I won’t! I won’t meet any boys because I’ll be a great hero! And great heroes don’t need icky boys!”

Reiki sighs while slowly shaking her head and turning to her husband “We’ll continue this later, ok?” Arashi gives a curt nod before walking to the master bedroom without another word.

“Alright Kyoko, time for bed.” Kyoko climbs into the bed with Reiki’s assistance.

“Mommy? When will I get my quirk?”

“Well dear, you are four years old, so your quirk could show up any day now.”

Kyoko’s eyes light up after hearing this “Really? Do you think I’ll get a strong quirk like daddy?”

Her mother gives a slight smile while pulling the covers over Kyoko’s small body “Possibly, quirks can be quite strange. You could get either my quirk, your fathers quirk, or even a completely different quirk entirely.”

“Can daddy fly with his quirk?”

A slight look of surprise flashes across Reiki’s face “Well, he can create updrafts in order to get more height out of his jumps, so I guess he can fly slightly.”

Kyoko gets even more excited at this concept “I want to fly! I want to fly!”

Reiki places a hand on her daughter’s forehead to calm her down. “Be patient dear. We’ll see what quirk you get in due time, ok?” She leans down and gives her a small kiss on her forehead before turning off the nearby lamp “Goodnight honey, sweet dreams.”

After her mother leaves, Kyoko climbs out of bed and looks out her window at the star-dotted sky and in her small voice sings…

“I wish that I could fly way up in the sky.

Like a bird so high, oh I might just try

I wish that I could fly way up in the sky

Like a bird so high, oh I might just try

Oh, I might just try.”.

#mha fanfic #kyoko nozomi #mha oc's #bnha fanfic #arashi nozomi #reiki nozomi #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

[skzbabie]

drunk texts , h.styles

ALCOHOL BURNS HER THROAT. The brunette has lost track of how many drinks she's consumed, all she knows is that all the drinks at the frat party tasted disgusting. All that is to be expected at an underaged party, though, she supposes. It wasn't as if any of them was majoring in mixology. Still, she can't help but think, with all the culinary majors in the packed house, she'd think one of them would have figured out how to make a decent drink. 

No matter how disgusting the drinks are, she knows that taste doesn't matter when it comes to getting drunk. Which is her sole mission. So she braves through the god-awful drinks until she feels light on her feet as if Hermes has gifted her with the power to fly. A goofy grin stretches across her face as her hands hold the neck of the beer bottle as she stumbles through the crowd, tripping over her feet more than once. Finally, she reaches the corner of the room where her friends are standing, even more, wasted than she is. 

"Are my eyes deceiving me?" Ginny asks, a sparkle in her eyes as she leans forward and pulls Jaelynn into a sloppy kiss. "You're drinking!"

"I needed to forget those awful exams," Jaelyn explains as she breaks away from Ginny's grip. "I'm sure I'm flunking out."

"Or," their other friend, Megan, ventures, "are you worried that He That Shall Not be Named will show up?"

Jaelynn scoffs, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "He's not going to be here, he hates packed parties like this." Still, her heart hammers in her chest at the thought of his green eyes catching hers in the crowded room. It kills her how her stomach still flips at the thought of him. "I just want to have a good time, is that a crime?"

"Not at all," Ginny interjects before Megan can reply. She grabs Jaelynn's hand, "Let's go dance and forget why we came to drink." She shoots Megan a look at the last part, in which the black girl holds her hand up in defense. "You coming, Meg?"

"Soon," Megan answers, "I'd rather watch."

Ginny shrugs and guides Jaelynn with her to the center of the makeshift dance floor. Perfume, cologne, sweat, and alcohol all mix in the air, attacking Jaelynn's nose as Ginny grabs her close, grinding on her. Jaelynn responds and gets lost in the random pop song playing through the speakers. She isn't aware of how long she's dancing for until a familiar pressure begins to build: oh shit, I need to pee. Jaelynn relays this to Ginny, who merely waves her off, so Jaelynn pushes her way through the crowd and stumbles into the dark hall. She can hear kissing sounds and is vaguely aware people are making out, and she passes an open bedroom, she can see two guys in various states of undressing and kissing. Her face flushes, and she moves on, leaving the couple to privacy. 

Jaelynn is so distracted by the couple that she doesn't realize where she's going until her face hits someone's back. She steps back, holding her cheek. The person turns, and her heart stops as familiar green eyes widen at the sight of her. Electricity surges through the air, and Jaelynn is afraid to blink, to breathe even, scared to break the spell. 

"Jaelynn," his soft voice breaks her barriers. "I didn't know you'd be here." He squints, "Have you been drinking?"

"I," her mouth is dry as she struggles to respond, her palms shaky. "I am, I was." Her brown eyes bounce around, trying to look anywhere but him. "I didn't think you'd be here."

"I wasn't going to come, but Louis convinced me to come out." He replies, "Look, Jae, I'm sorry." 

Jaelynn looks up at him. "Sorry?"

"I was a dick after…after everything. You didn't deserve that," he explains, running his hand through his curls. 

Jaelynn shakes her head, "It doesn't matter anymore." 

He nods, pressing his lips into a thin line. There's a pause, and then: "Do you want to get out of here with me?"

Jaelynn sucks in a breath. She knows she should say no, turn around and find a different bathroom to piss in. However, his eyes are alluring, bringing her in, trapping her. She has no choice with liquid foolishness coursing through her as she answers with a soft: 

"Yes."

#harrystyles #writing #oneshot #tw:alcohol #tw:kissing #collegeau #asianoc #slowburn

[mexashepot]

The way I am in love with Дарья Бурлюкало ... her voice, singing and acting are SO heavenly powerful and goddess-like AND she is also so freaking beautiful and HOT like. how am I supposed to NOT fall in love

#her voice... her power...... her FACE. THOSE EYES. THAT NOSE. I AM IN AWE #her smile too. so beautiful and talented ugh #like her entire presence is just so majestic and powerful and jaw-dropping tbh #literally богиня #musical posting

[dreamsofteyvat]

. . .pairing: shenhe x reader . . .cw: fluff, angst, mutual pining to strangers . . .synopsis: three times you should have said 'i love you,' the one time you almost did, and the one time you forgot her name...

. . .a/n: honorary tag: @favonius-captain <3 + not proofread; i'll come back and edit this eventually^^ (wrote this in like 2.5 hours-)

"you're very beautiful."

it's an offhanded comment; one that slips from your lips after having circled endlessly in your mind.

shenhe turns, her braid whipping over her shoulder as she blinks at you, winter eyes widened in surprise.

you note with a smile the soft blush on her cheeks.

"...am i?"

you grin, flashing her a wink. "the prettiest woman in the whole world, i say."

at that, she coughs, the pink on her cheeks turning darker. "well... i've not much to compare you to, but... i believe i'd return the compliment."

you laugh, heart catching dangerously in your chest at the sincerity of her eyes.

"your laughter is a wonderful sound, y/n."

she leans closer, just the slightest bit. her nose is mere inches from yours.

the words bubble in your chest.

she pulls back with a small smile, her gaze returning to the starry sky.

shenhe...

more utc

the steaming plate is set before you with an exaggerated flourish. xiangling's grin is nearly blinding as she twirls away again, a bright "enjoy your food!" tossed over her shoulder as she serves the next table.

you chance a glance at shenhe's expression, swallowing a giggle at the puzzled awe on her face.

"what is it?" she wonders aloud.

"jade parcels boiled in hydro slime condensate," you guess, unable to stop your laughter as shenhe pokes at the buds in bewilderment.

"...are slimes edible?"

"xiangling can make anything edible."

shenhe looks warily at the bubbly chef, her movements tentative as she picks up a parcel with her chopsticks.

she pops it into her mouth, and you watch with bated breath as her face morphs into something of confused delight.

"it's.. it's delicious," she declares. "soft, the perfect amount of sweet and savory."

she shovels another parcel into her mouth before looking at you.

"am i doing something wrong? is this not how ordinary people eat? if i'm doing something wrong, enlighte-"

"no, no," you wave a hand, "you're doing great, shenhe."

she chews, swallows, and holds a parcel to your mouth.

"have one," she offers. "it tastes like... like a miracle."

you laugh, accepting the treat. it melts in your mouth, soft and delicate as promised, the flavor exploding in your mouth like fireworks.

"mm, it is really good," you agree.

"another plate of jade parcels," shenhe calls, raising a hand. she turns her attention back to the food in front of her before starting. "ah, please!"

you giggle, picking up another parcel.

"good catch."

"i'm... still not entirely sure what the purpose of that word is."

she closes her eyes with an appreciative hum as she bites into another bun.

...you're beautiful...

the ropes are rough against your fingers.

"why do you have these?"

shenhe glances down at the way your hands trace the binds.

"i was born to be a... harbinger of calamity. wherever i went, destruction fell on those around me. my master and the other adepti urged me to bind my soul with these ropes. they keep my homicidal tendencies at bay."

you hum in acknowledgement, leaning your head on her shoulder as the sun sets over the sea.

"however," shenhe adds. her voice is hushed, laced with an unspoken affection. "being with you, it feels as though i've found the key to all of this. controlling my strength, my power, my emotions... it all comes naturally when you are by my side."

you look up at her. she places a gentle hand on your head.

"i think that what saves me is not my ropes, but you."

your heart flutters.

"this emotion... it scares me. i have never felt anything like this before."

"what does it feel like?"

"it feels... it feels as though my spring has finally come."

...i want to be with you forever...

shenhe has always been beautiful.

but now, her eyes sparkling like stars as she watches the river of lanterns overhead, you find yourself falling in love all over again.

fireworks turn her hair into a hundred colors, her skin set aglow in the festival lights.

"it's wonderful," she murmurs. "i've always seen lights from liyue harbor at this time of year, but i never could have imagined this."

"it's lantern rite," you explain. you feel giddy with the way she holds your hand, holding tight as though she never plans to let go. "a time you spend with your loved ones."

she looks at you. "am i a loved one?"

you laugh, pulling her along. "of course."

you don't see the way her face flushes red. you don't see the way she stammers for an answer that she never really finishes- not when your feet patter along the wooden docks of liyue harbor.

the sea of clouds shimmers like a field of light. lantern light turns the water gold, the moon rippling over the small waves.

"i love coming here during lantern rite," you sigh.

"it's beautiful."

you tug her down to sit with you, letting your legs dangle over the edge.

she's warm at your side, despite her cool demeanor. and when you turn to her, you find that she's already looking at you.

"y/n..."

"shenhe, i think i l-"

"there you are!" beidou's piercing call has you startling away from shenhe. "been lookin' all over for the two of ya!"

"is something the matter?" shenhe asks.

"the dragon dance is 'boutta start! only happens once a year. don't wanna miss that, now do ya?"

and despite the way you long to return to the sea with shenhe at your side, you catch the way her eyes glint with curiosity.

"well, alright then, let's go."

shenhe, i think i-

it takes all too long for the alcor to finally dock in liyue harbor.

"no place like home, is there?" beidou comes up behind you, clapping a hand on your shoulder. "ah, it's been too long!"

"four years," you say with a nod. "it's good to be back."

and it is; the sea of clouds and liyue harbor are much-needed respites after inazuma's thunder and natlan's heat. snezhnaya's cold had been little less bearable.

"well, cap'ain," you salute. "i'll see you later."

"have fun!" she winks. "who knows? maybe you'll finally get hitched this time 'round."

you roll your eyes at that, slipping into the crowds of liyue.

you pause at the bridge, looking at the way the sun slips over the horizon.

had you sat here before? with someone? the memory of rough red ropes scratch at your memory.

"y/n."

you turn at the mention of your name.

a white-haired woman stands not far from you. something in your heart stirs.

you know this woman.

you're utterly unprepared for the way she pulls you into an embrace, hugging you tight.

"i missed you," she whispers, stroking her hand through your hair. "archons, y/n. i missed you so much."

at your lack of response, she pulls away.

"what's wrong? are you not happy to see me?" hurt flickers over her beautiful face. that's wrong, you think instinctively. you want to see her smile.

"was i mistaken in our affections for each other?" she asks, voice small. "i thought- at lantern rite- when..."

she searches your eyes. when she finds nothing, she withers, holding up a hand. a red rope is tied around her wrist. no, you think instinctively. it's wrong for her to be sad. you want to make her happy.

"you were going to tell me you loved me, weren't you? i've learned, y/n. i've learned what these words mean. and i love you too, y/n"

you remember. you remember tracing ropes at sunset, you remember seeing the sea of clouds turn gold.

"you are?"

"shenhe!" she exclaims. "please... please... don't you remember me?"

"shenhe," you repeat.

and she nods, winter eyes ablaze with excitement. you've seen those eyes before. you'd gazed into them once, and found your heart in their depths.

"shenhe," you say again. the woman flinches, her beautiful face turning despaired when you don't remember.

"shenhe."

but the name has no meaning.

it has no meaning, no face.

only a joy that sparks in your heart when you speak her name.

...i knew you once.

taglist: @tiredsleep @surukaze @storytravelled @xienn @serenenation

#.fluff. #.angst. #shenhe x reader fluff #shenhe fluff #shenhe x reader #shenhe angst #shenhe x reader angst #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff #genshin angst #genshin x reader angst #genshin shenhe #shenhe

[neopuppy]

Regular-Irregular: Part 1. (M)

Preview: “Is there anything you need from me? Anything I should prepare?” You asks Lucas nervously.

“Well..hah..” Lucas nods down to his crotch, pouting his lips with a smirk. “Nothing can prepare you for this, but if you can get past me.. you’ll be perfect here.” Johnny and Lucas bursts into laughter. Your brows furrowing together, but nodding with a smile none the less.

“Thank you for this opportunity alphas. I won’t let you down.”

Pairing: Female omega reader x alpha Lucas ft alpha Xiaojun

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: omegaverse, straight up PWOP, pure FICTION.

Smut Warning: degradation, humiliation, big alpha cock, teasing, fingering, knotting, slick, voyeur, cumshot

Intro—>

Second Interview

Red. Form fitting. Tight.

“Something red will impress.” Repeating the words over in your mind admiring over the wine red silky dress. Would this be enough? This felt so wrong, opposite of your usual sense of style. Whatever style that of a broke college graduate with huge student loans could be considered.

“What if he’s not impressed?..” you continue to question pulling into your assigned visitor parking space. “What am I even supposed to do today? I really need this job..” huffing out to no one but yourself as you pull a mirror from your purse.

“You can do this. You got this. Mr. Suh loved you!” You mentally shout out words of encouragement, applying a sheer tinted balm, smacking your lips together.

“Lucas seemed nice right?” Mumbling to yourself, riddled with too many thoughts as you walk toward the elevator. “Yea, I think he liked me? He was excited about me interviewing..” nodding your chin forward, punching the button for the 10th floor. Slapping your own hand away from your mouth before you could nibble over your freshly manicured nails. The doors ding open loudly interrupting your spiraling thoughts.

“Woah..” two alpha’s stand at the floor entrance, looking you up and down. Your pace falters as you step out of the elevator. Nerves shooting about, exploding out of you like fireworks. You pause, with a small bow in their direction.

“Hello.. I’m here for an interview with the HR manager?” you stammer out, gripping at your purse.

“HR?” The shorter alpha questions, fingers stroking across his chin with a smirk. “Hah...second interview?”

“Y-yes...with Luc..”

“Lucas.” The alpha with black hair smiles, displaying bright white teeth. “Love the dress by the way..” he moves to your side, arm resting on the dip of your waist. “Allow me..” he nods, directing you forward.

You swallow following his lead, sweat pooling at your nape. The cold air conditioning blowing across your exposed skin, making it even more obvious how hot you feel. The alpha directs you toward a large room, hand palming at the small of your back.

“Love the pedicure too. Great choice.” He bites down on his lip, pushing the door open.

“Ah, Jaemin you’re back finally... and you’ve brought a gift” Johnny holds out his arms, face brightening up with a smile. “Please come in, bring her to me.”

“Of course boss.” Jaemin directs you toward Mr. Suh, pushing into your back to encourage you forward. Eyes around the conference table all follow your figure, eyes of predators. Eyes of hungry wolves.

“You’re gonna do great, I can tell.” Jaemin leans in, mouthing words directly onto your ear. He shoots you a wink, taking a seat near Lucas. The other alpha lifting his brows pleased with your appearance.

“Let me get a look at you..” Johnny pulls you forward, large hands wrapping around your waist. The heat rushing across your flesh so fast, you’d be a pool of sweat if not for the central air.

“Don’t start without me!” The other alpha from the entrance runs in, shutting the door behind him.

“We should. So you can learn to be on time Haechan.” Johnny says shooting the alpha a glare as he seats. Eyes returning to focus on you. Johnny’s fingers skim up the fabric of your dress, reaching toward the flimsy straps.

“A bra..” he tsks displeased. “Never saw the point in those things, all they do is get in the way.” Johnnys fingers trace beneath your dress, pulling off your bra straps. Hands swiftly returning to your waist, pulling your back into his built chest. He faces you toward the table, nothing but alphas surrounding. Eyes all gleaming with interest, some breathing heavy, others getting more comfortable in their seats.

“You sent the contract back very quickly. You read everything correctly yes?” Johnny tightens an arm around your stomach, hips shoving forward into your ass. He moves your hair to the side, nose running across your neck. Another alpha leans forward on the table biting on his lip. Johnny’s fingers stroking down your upper back removing the clasp from your bra.

“Y-yes..alpha..” you stammer out squeezing your eyes shut. The embarrassment too much, overwhelming your body. Muffled words of disapproval sound out around you. Johnny pulls your bra free, hardened nipples clearly exposed through your dress.

“Keep your eyes open sweetie.” His fingers skim across your jaw, tilting you neck back. “We don’t bite.”

“Yet!..” a deep raspy voice calls out. Your eyes flutter open looking into Johnny’s. The alpha smiles proudly, finger smoothing across your lower lip.

“Good omega’s always do as their told.” Johnny turns your face forward, making sure all the alpha’s see you with your eyes open.

“They follow rules.” Lucas emphasizes tapping a finger into the table. “They don’t argue. Good omega’s listen to everything their alpha’s say.”

“Isn’t he right?” Johnny licks at your earlobe, grinding his hardening length between your ass.

“Yes alpha’s..” your eyes flutter blinking away the moisture gathering up.

“Good omega’s know their place here. You’re nothing more than a stupid fuck hole to take our cum.” The alpha leaning forward closest to you voices out. The rest of the alpha’s nodding in agreement. Your thighs squeeze together, vision blurring behind the pools of tears you try to hold back.

“She likes it..” Johnny’s smile widens, nose digging into your cheek. Forearm gliding down your stomach, hand reaching under your dress. His fingers push between your thighs, squeezing around your mound.

“She’s so wet Jaehyun.” He responds to the alpha leaned on the table. Your own eyes locking with his, receiving a nod of approval.

“Of course she likes it.” Lucas stands up, pushing back his seat. Hands working on removing his belt with ease. “These omega sluts all know deep down inside the only thing they’re good for.”

“Might want to keep this one for myself Lucas” Johnny glares at him, roughly thrusting against you. Lower half bouncing forward into his hand with every movement.

“Aw come on Johnny! It’s been weeks since the last one quit. We’re fucking bored!” The alpha from earlier- Haechan, whines out smacking at his arm rest.

“You’re funny man.” Lucas head shakes, removing his blazer. Lustful eyes roaming over you, working the buttons around his wrists open.

“I’m being serious.” Johnny presses a finger into your slit, thin fabric of your underwear drenched in slick already. “I think I could conduct this portion of the interview better than you.”

“Is that right?” Lucas unzips his pants, pulling out a dick girthy and long enough to pull a shocked gasp out the back of your throat. “Should we grab a ruler?” The alpha smiles proudly with hands on his hips, cock laying against the table. Johnny sighs, pecking over your cheekbone.

“Get through this, you’ll be mine tomorrow.” He murmurs lowly into your ear. Gripping your flimsy underwear with a harsh tug up. Folds wrapping around the soaked fabric.

“Being the boss can be so exhausting.” He groans, shoving your body in Lucas direction. You fall clumsily landing into the alpha’s lap sat near Lucas. His jaw tightens, lifting a thick sharp brow.

“Xiaojun... help me out here.” Lucas snaps fingers at the alpha wrapping arms around your waist. Xiaojun gives you a look, swiping away a tear that finally breaks free.

“I love when they cry.” He grins full of mischief. Something mocking in his tone. You suck in air swallowing down a hiccup nervously. Xiaojun stands up, holding onto the back of your thighs and waist.

“Where do you want her?” He asks with a glance around the room.

“Set her down right here.” Lucas points his chin to the spot on the table in front of him. “Won’t distract you too much from your work, right boys?” The alpha taunts out with a laugh.

Pleased grunts and responses follow. Johnny focuses on setting up a power point, clapping hands together for attention from the group of alpha’s. Xiaojun lays you down in front of Lucas. The alpha grabbing onto your calves, pulling you in closer to fit between your legs.

“Red’s my favorite” Lucas smirks, long fingers gripping your knees, parting you open. “We won’t be needing these.” He bunches your dress up, ripping off the sides of your panties.

“Give me those!” The alpha that led you here- Jaemin calls out with grabby hands. Xiaojun rolls his eyes picking up the slicked up fabric.

“He’s kind of strange.” He peers down at you, shoving the underwear toward Jaemin seated to the side.

“What are we?” Lucas laughs out, hands squeezing down over the meat of your thighs. “Damn, you really are wet.” His brows waggle, fingers pulling your folds open. You squeak out in embarrassment, feeling slick slide down to your ass thick and heavy.

“You’ll never fit in there..” Xiaojun whispers staring between your legs from over Lucas shoulder. The alpha circles around your entrance curiously.

“..but she’s so wet” his forehead creases down the middle. “You taken real alpha dick before baby?” Lucas looks into your eyes with question. Your chest rises rapidly, digging nails into your hands. You lick at your drying lips, trying to regain moisture in your mouth, weakly shaking your head. Lucas sighs, prodding at your entrance.

“You can take it.. “ he pushes a finger inside you, long enough to reach deep in you. “Damn..” Lucas smile widens, pressing into your walls.

“Come here..” he mumbles, pulling you up by your shoulder with his free hand. Lucas leans in gazing at you with lazy desire filled eyes. Another finger working way in you, thick lips pouting out floating near yours.

“If you can’t take my cock, you won’t be hired.” The alpha lowly whispers against your face. Pouty lips skimming up your cheek, pulling your earlobe in. “How badly do you want this job?” Words muffle into your ear between sucking and licking. Lucas pushes a third finger inside you. They’re so long and thick already, the size of his cock can’t even compare.

“Yes alpha..” your face scrunches up in pleasure, fingers working you open. “I want it. I need it.” The high paying position, the alpha’s incredibly fat cock, whichever.

Xiaojun’s hand reaches between your bodies, fingers finding your clit quickly. The alphas work expertly, Lucas thrusting lengthy fingers into you, spreading open and stretching. Xiaojun circles around you clit, squeezing the bud between two fingers. Your head falling forward into the alpha’s chest too overwhelmed and shy to voice out anything.

“You have to take my knot too..” Lucas bites your earlobe, tongue lapping over the abused skin. Your eyes widen, neck weakly lifting. His smile turns vindictive, forehead pressing into yours. “Most omega’s can’t pass this interview.”

“I will.” You purse your lips swallowing down a whine, a fourth finger pushing your walls open. “Fuck..” your head drops forward into his chest again, biting back a moan. Pleasure passing through your stomach with each thrust.

“That’s right..” his fingers slip out, shoving away Xiaojun’s hand. Lucas lifts you off the table, returning to his chair. He turns you around like you weigh nothing to him, biceps flexing through his dress shirt. Lucas sets you on his lap, hard very hard cock nestling between your thighs. An alpha with a hidden forearm below the waist is what he was.

“You ready?” Lucas turns you to look at him, large hand covering the entire side of your face. You hesitate squirming about his lap before stiffly nodding. He holds back a smile digging teeth into his lower lip. Xiaojun swivels his seat closer to Lucas, gripping at the top of your dress. He gives you no time to react, pulling the garment below your breasts. Cold air kissing at your erected nipples. Groans sounding out from the alpha’s less focused on Johnny’s presentation.

Lucas gathers your dress up to your waist, lifting you up enough to prod at your entrance. Cock head sloppily sliding and poking between your heat.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” He grunts out behind you, keeping you held up. You drop your head for a better look, reaching down gripping around the base of his length. Finger nails barely meeting around him. You swallow in trying to relax with determination. If there’s one thing you had, it was the will to fight for what you want.

Lucas lifts his hips impatiently, cock head pushing past your opened entrance. You squeeze at his base tighter, panting out for air. Slowly inching down the fat length, teeth grinding together in exertion. Head falling back against his shoulder releasing your hold around him. Xiaojun leans in lapping over your nipple, earning a jolt of surprise out of you.

“Fuck.. I’m already half in” Lucas drops back against the chairs head rest. Jaw hanging loosely soaking in your clenching walls. Xiaojun’s fingers return to your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves with quick rubs. You finally cry out, trying so hard to not break. Trying so hard to not appear weak. Lucas let’s out a cocky laugh, thrusting up into you completely. Slick coating around his size with Xiaojun’s help. They play you like a toy, like the helpless little omega you are.

“How’s that feel?” Lucas wraps a hand around your entire neck, pulling you flush against him. He grinds up into you, cock fucking deep past what you even thought possible. Your eyes roll back letting out a deep cry, a pathetic wanton mewl. “Come on, I said fuck yourself on my cock.”

Your eyes squeeze, tears pooling out over your cheeks. Head nodding rapidly- good omega’s always do as their told. You reach a hand out gripping the ledge of the table pulling yourself up. Cunt so stretched and full, slick covering the entirety of Lucas slacks. You fall back down on the size ripping you open, eyes locking with an alpha across from you. His mouth hung open, tongue out like a dog. It’s filthy, a group of attractive alpha’s treating you like nothing but a hole. It’s hot, it’s beyond your wildest fantasies.

“Ugh..” you grit out, working into a speed. Ass slapping back against Lucas. The wet fabric of his shirt uncomfortable against your skin. He lifts his arms behind his head, watching you put on a show.

“Fuck, good omega. Taking all that dick.” The alpha inside of you moans out. You ride him faster, grind against him, balls squishing into your ass. Lucas moves his hands around your neck from behind. He grinds up as you circle around him. Xiaojun bites over your breasts, rolling a nipple bud between his teeth.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. Pussy’s too good.” Lucas hisses out, he sinks into the seat, thrusting forward roughly. Strong, fast, relentless chasing the urge to knot. You gasp in harshly, fingers gripping at the table. Getting fucked into so good, sensors overloading in lust. Your mouth falls open, walls clamping as much as possible around the alpha. Crying out as slick pours around his size.

“A-alpha!” Your stomach sucks in deep. Lucas jerks in past your orgasm. His face glistening under the lights with sweat. He thrusts in deep one, two, three more times with force. Knot expanding into you, hands around your neck the only thing keeping you in place.

“Fuck! Fuck!!” He cries out raspy, deep and manly. Loads of cum shooting into your womb aggressively. A mixture of many different groans passing through your ears. Lucas sighs, releasing your neck. Body weakly flopping back against him.

“Get her on the table. I’m about to cum.” Xiaojun pants out from beside you. Lucas grunts, standing up with you hanging off his knot. He lifts you with hands under your knees settling you down on all fours. You squirm around, heated cheek pressing into the cool metal. Lucas pulls out, knot only barely starting to go down. Cum spilling free out of your gaped hole immediately.

“Fuck fuck that’s hot.” Xiaojun screams out from behind. Sounds of jerking, slapping his cock over your ass. “Oh shit!” He cums with a shout, shooting in between your ass. You whimper, vision blurred under moisture. Room spinning with alpha’s in suits gazing at you like you’re their next meal. Which you just may be.

“You two done yet?” Johnny questions Lucas and Xiaojun. Lucas shoots him a wide smirk, tucking himself back into his pants.

“She’s hired.” He finishes with a thumbs up before stepping out of the room. Xiaojun’s eyes stay focused on your ass. Pushing and squeezing together your cheeks watching large amounts of cum drip down to the table.

“I’ll get her account connected for direct deposit right now.” You hear Xiaojun’s voice from behind you. He slaps at your ass one final time, nodding Johnny’s way.

The rest of the alpha’s make to head out with Johnny ending the meeting. All slowly walking around the table to get a look at the mess you’ve made. The mess you’ve become.

“You’re going to be a great addition to the team.” Jaemin expresses with a loud lip smack against your ass cheek. “Can’t wait to have fun with you.”

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[rezzyromance]

Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-

How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.

Hope this makes sense!

Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(

Alcina

You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.

"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."

Donna

The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.

You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.

You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.

"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.

Moreau

You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.

"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.

"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.

You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.

Heisenberg

"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.

"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.

"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.

"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.

You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."

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[supernaturalgirl20]

To be loved by the devil!

Pairings: the thief/the devil x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving),fluff, jealousy, mentions of God and biblical stuff, cursing.

Summary: the devil has searched a lifetime for his soulmate, with no luck. A chance encounter at a lavish party changes everything.

A/N: I’m a little late to the party with the commercial, but hey I got there in the end. This is purely self indulgent.

{Comments and reblogs really appreciated}

You’d heard the stories, your grandmother spoke often about them. How the devil walks among us tricking people into giving him their soul for earthly treasures. That however was not his true intentions, no, he searched for something far more precious. His soulmate! You had laughed at your grandmother, “the devil does not have a soulmate, he’s the devil.”

“Laugh all you want girl, but every being on this earth has a soulmate. El Diablo has walked the earth searching for her for a lifetime.” You learned not to question her, to just let her tell her stories, for that was all they were, stories. El Diablo was not real.

Sarah had invited you to some lavish party at this huge historic home in the middle of nowhere. It was some art dealer or something that was hosting it and you were under strict instructions to wear something formal. If you were being honest you didn’t really want to go, but Sarah wasn’t the type of person you said no to.

As you finished off your make up, you look yourself over in the mirror. Not bad. You bought a new dress for tonight, a red backless dress with thin straps. It was form fitting with a slit up the side. It made you feel powerful, sexy. A car horn startled you and you grabbed your purse and made your way outside.

“Y/N, you look stunning. You need to come to these with me more often.”

“Thanks. Ready to go?”

“Oh you bet.”

The driver pulled out of the drive and away you went. You drove out of the city and away from civilisation. There were trees everywhere, it made you feel like you were in a different world entirely. The closer you got, the more your body tingled. You felt a weird sensation deep within you, like something or someone was calling your body, calling it home.

Arriving at the house, we’ll mansion really, you we’re in awe of its beauty. Whoever owned it was extremely wealthy. Upon entry you were both given masquerade masks. Yours was a beautiful black lace mask with small diamonds running through it. Sarah leaves you at the bar to talk to some work colleagues and while your sipping on your champagne, you feel a set of eyes on you. Turning around you look out into the crowd, but you don’t see anyone staring at you. Suddenly a figure looms over you, “what is a beautiful women like you doing all alone?”

“Oh I’m not, I’m with a friend.” He looks around dramatically, “I’d don’t see anyone.”

“She’s dancing.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Well there free, so I’m good.”

“Hey no need to be rude, I was being nice.”

“Look I’m sorry but I’m not interested. There are loads of beautiful women here, I’m sure one of them will let you get them a drink.” You can tell from his clenched fists that he’s annoyed. He turns to leave, muttering under his breath.

“Fucking bitch.”

You hated guys like him, ignorant assholes. Thinking if they get you a drink it’s a one way ticket into your knickers. Downing the glass you get another. This was going to be a long night.

“I’m so sorry, I’m back now. Wanna dance?”

“Ugh, do I have to?”

“Yes, now come on.” Sarah grabs your hand and pulls you behind her. You join some of her friends from work and you notice Jake is with them. You have had a huge crush on him since Sarah’s birthday party last year.

“Y/N, you came.”

“Yeah, we’ll I didn’t really have a choice. You know how Sarah is.”

“Yeah tough cookie.”

Suddenly the music shifts to a slow set and Jake pulls you into him.

“You don’t mind, do you? I promise I can dance.”

“No I don’t mind. Lead the way.” He was an amazing dancer and the feel of his arms around you sent butterflies to your stomach. Jake is telling you how beautiful you look but you can’t concentrate, you fee someone staring again. That feeling you got in the car comes back, growing more intense by the second until..

“Mind if I cut in?”

You turn towards the voice and all you can see are these beautiful brown eyes staring at you. It’s like there staring right into your soul.

“Uh..”

Jake doesn’t get to say a word, mystery man has you whisked away. The feel of his arm around your waist and the smell of his cologne has you dizzy.

“You are very beautiful, mi ángel.” You can feel the blush rise up onto your cheeks. You can’t help staring at his eyes, it’s like you’ve known him a lifetime and yet you just met.

“I have waited a lifetime for your mi amor.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can you not feel it deep within your soul? We are destined to be together, you are mine and I am yours.”

“I…I..”

He swings you around and lowers you back. His lips trail down your neck and it sends a spark straight to your core. When he pulls you back up, your no longer in the ballroom. Looking around it appears as if your in a bedroom. There is a huge four poster bed and the room is illuminated by the crackling fire. You can see him more clearly now, in his long house coat. He slowly removes the mask and it’s like something has taken your breath away. He’s so handsome, with those deep brown eyes you could get lost in, his curved nose that suits his face perfectly and that thick head of hair that has you wanting to run your fingers through it. He’s right in front of you and as he pulls you close, something about him feels like home.

“You do not know how long I have waited for you mi amor. No matter, I have you now, nothing will separate us again.”

“I don’t know..”

He places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you into a sweet kiss. Suddenly your head is spinning and images flash behind your eyes. Images of you and him, together, in love until god separated you both. As punishment, for Lucifer betraying him, you both were cast out, soulmates ripped apart. Your memories of him were wiped and he was bound to a lifetime searching for you. When he pulls away you have tears in your eyes, “Luc” you lean up and kiss him again, this time more passionately.

“You remember me?”

“Yes! I’m sorry I ever forgot.”

“It wasn’t your fault mi amor, I was to blame for all this, but no matter. We’re together again and I will not let you go this time.”

His hand caressed your shoulders and the straps of your dress fell. With one tug, it pooled around your feet. You stepped out of it and reached up to push his coat off his shoulders. He backed you up until the back of your legs hit the bed, he lay you back gently, kissing his way down your body. He nudges your thighs apart and begins kissing the inside of them, slowly inching towards your aching pussy. He pulls your hips closer and slants his mouth over your core. His tongue searches through your folds, before finding the little pearl of your clitoris. Your nerve endings tingle with pleasure as you writhe beneath him. His gorgeous face rises from between your legs, a devilish smirk on his face. You grasp the sheets desperately trying to anchor yourself as a wave of ecstasy washes over you. Luc entwines his hand in yours, holding you steady. He kisses his way over your hips, along your stomach, sweeps his tongue over the peak of your breasts, before settling his body against yours.

He kisses your lips passionately before slowly inching himself inside you.

“Fuck mi amor……I forgot how tight you were. I love you.”

The weight of him on top of you feels perfect. His movements are slow and languid and you need more.

“I need you to move faster Luc.” You lock your ankles behind his firm ass, pulling him closer and urging him to go hard. You can feel the tight knot in your stomach threatening to unravel.

“I’m close baby, want you to come with me.”

He reaches between you and presses his thumb over your clit, rubbing circles.

“Fuck yes!”

You cry out as fierce waves of pleasure crash over you, your whole body trembling with the force of your climax. He thrusts into you once more before he follows you over the edge, blowing his seed deep inside you. He pulls out of you and you feel empty without him. He disappears into the en-suite to grab a wash cloth, before coming back and gently cleaning you up. He throws it on the floor before climbing under the duvet with you. Pulling you close he kisses your forehead.

“Te amo, mi amor. I am never letting you go again mi ángel. He will not take you from me again.”

“I am with you now forever mi amor.”

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[thebadgerclan]

True Identities

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Both you and your captain reveal your true identities...

His eyes should be fixed on the horizon, scanning the endless sea for movement, for enemy or friendly ships, but Strumhond’s gaze was firmly fixed on you.  Your hair fastened back in a knot to keep it from blowing in the sea breeze, your roughspun tunic cinched at your waist with a belt, your hands moving with practiced movements as you secured ropes on the masts.  There wasn’t a thing about you that Sturmhond didn’t admire and adore: you had an incredible work ethic, kind, funny, sweet, everything Sturmhond could want in a girlfriend or wife.

Tolya approached you, saying something that made you throw your head back with laughter, and Sturmhond’s heart skipped several beats.  He was beyond denying it, but the fact still somewhat surprised him: he’d fallen for you and fallen hard.  Tamar was manning the starboard side of the ship, the twins, he, and you being the only crew aboard the Volkvolny.  It was a simple trip from Kerch to Novyi Zem to pick up a few crates of jurda, no need for a full crew.  Besides, what danger was Sturmhond or his ship in in Zemini waters?

“Captain!” Tamar shouted, her voice panicked.  “We’re being boarded!”  “Shit!”  Sturmhond scrambled down from the crow’s nest, drawing his pistols as he did.  Apparently, they were in danger, and by the looks of it, outnumbered.  10 Shu pirates were climbing over the hull of the ship, all manners of weapons in their hands: sabers, long swords, rifles, shotguns.  “What the hell are Shu pirates doing out here?” Tolya cried, knocking one of them back into the water.

“Who cares?” you called, drawing your owl revolver from your pocket.  “They’ll overrun us if we don’t do something!”  The four of you fought hard; the twins using their power primarily while Sturmhond and yourself used weapons.  But only a few moments later, Tamar lay on the deck unconscious, Toyla was clutching a wound on his arm, and Sturmhond was out of ammunition.

There was only one way out of this, there was only one way you could save your friends and the man who you’d found yourself falling for.  You knew there would be no going back from what you were about to do, and you found yourself thanking the Saints that there were only four of you aboard.  Breathing deeply, you called to your power, a power you hadn’t used in centuries.  You arced your hand out, the shadows forming a deadly sharp blade that sliced all nine Shu pirates in half.

Sturmhond startled, yelping in shock.  He watched as their bodies crumpled to the desk, shadows leaking from the wounds you’d created.  He looked at you, mouth open in shock Sturmhond’s face, the face you’d come to adore, was contorted in equal parts fear, awe, and surprise.  “Tamar,” he said, seeing the Heartrender stir.  “Are you alright?”  “I’ve felt better, Captain, but yes, I’m alright.”

“Good.  Tend to your brother.  Y/N, might I have a word?”  “Of course, Captain.”  You followed Sturmhond into his quarters, nervousness filling you as he shut the door.  “First, thank you for saving us,” he began crossing the room to stand behind his desk.  “We’d be dead if you hadn’t done….that.  Now, I ask you this: what the hell was that?”  You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.  “You won’t like it,” you said, and Sturmhond laughed.

“That remains to be seen.  Please,” he added in a softer tone.  “Tell me what happened up there.”  You held out your hand, letting shadows pool in your palm.  They fell to the ground like ink in water, dispersing like fog, and Sturmhond gasped.  “Saints, are you…”  “A Darkling, yes, I am,” you finished for him.  “That means you’re related to-”  “He is my brother,” you said.  Sturmhond went silent, and you wondered if he was thinking about chucking you into the sea.   But a few moments later, he spoke.

“Why would you hide this?”  “Why wouldn’t I?” you countered.  “Everyone knows what my power means, it’s a target on my back.  If I were a Tidemaker of a Healer, then no, I wouldn’t have hidden my power.  But because of what I can do, it’s safer for everyone if I keep it hidden.”  Sturmhond was surprised, but he understood.  He understood what it meant to have to hide who you were, for your true identity to put a target on your back.  And you’d come clean, trusted him with this secret, so maybe he could do the same.

“You should know that I am not my brother,” you continued.  “What he’s done...what he’s made, it sickens me.  And I’ll do whatever I can to heal the damage he’s done.”  Sturmhond nodded, taking a step towards you.  “Thank you for telling me this, Y/N,” he said.  “There’s something I’d like to tell you, too.  I haven’t been completely honest about my true identity either.”

“What do you mean?”  “Tamar!” he shouted, and the Heartrender appeared a moment later.  “Yes Captain?”  “Undo it.”  “Sir?”  “Undo it,” Sturmhond repeated, and Tamar, though she looked wary, nodded.  She came to stand between the two of you, facing him.  She raised her hand, and when she stepped back, you gasped.  Gone was Sturmhond, the privateer, and in his place was Nikolai Lantsov.

“Saints and their mothers,” you swore, a hand over your heart.  “And this isn’t all,” he said, stepping closer to you, taking your hands in his.  “I have fallen in love with you, Y/N.  Every single thing about you, I love, and I would be honored if you would be mine.”  You shook your head, but didn’t step back.  “Moi tsarevich-”  “Nikolai, please.”  “Nikolai,” you amended, feeling improper for addressing a prince so casually.  “You’re… this isn’t a joke?”

“No, darling, it isn’t a joke.  Stumhond is an alias, a way for me to leave Prince Nikolai in Ravka and let me be free for a while.  I know you know what it’s like having to hide yourself.”  You nodded, looking at your joined hands, eyes travelling up to Nikolai’s face.  His nose was no longer crooked, green eyes now a beautiful shade of hazel, ruddy hair a golden blond.  “I do,” you responded, inching closer to him.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, Y/N,” Nikolai went on.  “Kind, sweet, funny.   I felt that way before you sliced those men in half and I feel that way now.  You are not your brother, and, if you’ll let me, I will love you more than you’ve ever imagined.”  You flushed, bottom lip coming between your teeth.  “You’re a prince,” you said, looking into his beautiful hazel eyes.  “Ravka can’t have a Grisha princess, let alone a Darkling.”

“No, but she’ll have a Grisha queen.”  Your eyes widened, and you shook your head.  “Are you mad?  The people won’t stand for that!”  “Don’t worry yourself just yet, sweetheart,” he said, testing out a few nicknames.  “I have Vasily to take care of first, make him see that I’m the better choice for the throne.  And you on the throne, letting the people see that Grisha, yes, even a Darkling, can do good, that can only help the people’s opinions on Grisha.”

You were silent for a few moments, standing before Nikolai, your hands still clasped in his.  “This is crazy,” you said, and Nikolai nodded.  “Just a bit.”  “It feels impossible, you and me being together.”  “Now Y/N, you know how I feel about that word.”  He was smirking, and you laughed, a beautiful sound.  “Alright, improbable then.”  “It is, but I’m notorious for beating the odds.”  You smiled, and Nikolai put his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.  You rested your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his waist.  “You’ll be a queen, Y/N,” he said, stroking your hair.  “I promise.”

#nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

[captain039]

Secrets of mutation

Logan(wolverine) x reader

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, AOB, trauma, swearing, sexual, intimate, a little forceful, anxiety

Xmen/new mutants

AOB will be referred to second gender xD

The alarms were blaring in your ear when you woke. Startled and uncoordinated you got out of bed and looked out the door seeing no one but flashing lights, what the hell was going on?

You remember waking up in this strange place, handcuffed to a bed in some strange room filled with other empty hospital beds. You don’t remember much from before, your past blurry. A woman had come in, a tablet in hand as she scanned you with something.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“Who are you?!” You added tugging at the cuffs.

“Calm down Miss Y/n, my name is Dr Reyes, you’re at a facility” you frowned at her words.

“What facility?” You questioned.

“A facility for mutants like yourself” she said typing down something.

“You do know what mutants are yes?” You nodded to her question.

“I’m- not a mutant” you trailed off a little unsure.

“You are Y/n, a little late in showing but none the less, a mutant” she walked to your cuffs and you flinched as she unlocked them.

“What’s my mutation?” You asked rubbing your wrists.

“We have yet to figure that out” she smiled.

“I’ll show you around”

It was more of a cage for mutants than a program, you learnt after some time, the others you were with didn’t appreciate new blood apparently except Sam, Danny and Rahne. You were finding it difficult to present your power to anyone and yourself. Rahne said she could sense you differently from the others, you were unsure why though. As it became more clear you weren’t getting out you began to freak out. Your mind forcefully trying to figure out what happened before, your parents, your life? You couldn’t remember any of it, just flashes of faceless people and laughs. You got nightmares every night, something different each time, a jumble of memories perhaps. When those alarms rang though you sought nothing but freedom.

You had found the others as they looked around confused also. You all had headed outside a jet of some sort landing nearby.

“Who the hell is that?” Roberto asked.

“How are we supposed to know?!” Rahne yelled as a voice filled your head.

“It’s alright” it said as the jet opened and an old man came out on a wheelchair.

“No!” You heard Dr Reyes stumbling out as a orange bubble surrounded you. You were suffocating in it as you fell to your knees gasping for breath, desperately bashing on the force.

You had awoken to soft beeping, before it slowly picked up much like your heart beat. You looked around this feeling to familiar when someone walked in.

“You’re awake” she said as you stared at her, machine beating rapidly.

“What’s going on?!” You tugged against the tubes on you and panicked.

“Calm down” she said rushing to you quickly.

“My names Storm” she said and you frowned.

“You’re at professors Xaviers school” you frowned at her words.

“School?” You questioned looking around the high tech medical lab.

“Well above us is the school” she chuckled.

“You might know us better by the xmen” she said and you still stared.

“Took us a while to find your facility, I’m afraid you’re not the only one who was in that situation, they’re happening everywhere” she sighed sadly.

“That shield around it blocked the Professor out for a while till he got in” you laid back down, head spinning.

“Are the others ok?” You asked.

“They’re fine, getting use to the school, Magik causing some trouble but she’ll adapt” she stood by your bed.

“I-I don’t know my mutation” you mumbled.

“That’s why the professors here” she said softly as someone walked in. You sat up again seeing the old man in the chair.

“I’m not that old” he chuckled and you flushed.

“I didn’t-“ you frowned at him.

“My mutation my dear, I can hear people’s thoughts” he smiled stopping by your bed.

“Oh” you said.

“Don’t worry I won’t scope around in their unless you require me too” he chuckled you crossed your arms awkwardly.

“Bad joke I’m afraid” he said as Storm chuckled.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Um?” You said.

“Yes I’d imagine this situation is rather stressful but we are here to help” he offered a warm smile.

“I don’t know what to do- I don’t remember my past apart from waking up in that facility, nor do I know my mutation” you said.

“Yes, the facility’s, the Essex’s program give you a serum that takes away your memories of your past life, to better focus the mind” he sighed.

“As for your mutation I can help you find it” he smiled.

“Essex’s program?” You asked.

“Yes there are secret facility’s around the world, covered by the orange shield, they hold powerful mutants in there for testing, turn them into weapons with no memories” he spoke grimly, his eyes downcast.

“It’s hard for me to get through the shield without causing a big war” he sighed.

“These programs are made by the government, to test on mutants the deem powerful and dangerous and turn them into killers in the future” he looked to the woman who had a saddened face also.

“It’s hard to find you all” she said sadly.

“Terrible thing” she added.

“Come, I’ll show you around the school, lighten your mood a bit” the Professor smiled. You stood slowly thankful your clothes were still on and not some stupid hospital gown. You followed the Professor through a bright hall and into an elevator.

As the door opened again you were stunned by the house and smells. Old but clean with students walking around.

“They’re all mutants” the Professor said as you looked to each one as you walked.

“We have classes upstairs and down stairs, down the end here is the cafeteria” he pointed down the hall and you nodded.

“Back this way is the smaller kitchen and toilets along with rooms on the left side” he added pointing out each room.

“The floor below us is where you train, like for PE and fighting” he said.

“There’s a courtyard and plenty of room outside as well as in” he smiled going up the stairs.

“Professor!” You jumped as someone called.

“Ah Logan” you turned with the professor seeing the man coming towards you. You were hit with something though, an overwhelming scent and you held a hand over your nose.

“What?” The man said.

“I don’t stink that bad” he sniffed himself and you shook your head.

“No Logan I don’t think she understands our second gender” the Professor said and you frowned.

“Jesus kid” the man muttered.

“Did you need something Logan?” The Professor asked.

“Yeah that girl you found her with Magik? She’s causing a bloody mess again” he huffed hands on his hips and you perked up.

“Shall we go see your friends?” The Professor asked and you nodded. As you walked away from the man you glanced back meeting his gaze. You gulped looking away and speeding up a bit.

“Y/n!” Rahne was the first to run to you. You sighed hugging them tightly. Danny joined and you felt tears in your eyes. Sam came over too and you chuckled giving him a hug also.

“You guys ok?” You asked pulling back.

“We’re fine” Rahne said.

“How are you?” Sam asked.

“I’m ok, I think” you gulped a little glancing to the professor.

“You’ve been out a couple of days” Danny said and you frowned.

“Really?” You asked and she nodded.

“Was worried you weren’t gonna get up” you turned seeing Roberto and went to hug him.

“I get a hug?” He said in awe and you chuckled shaking your head.

“Where is your friend Magik?” The Professor asked.

“Outside in her little world” Roberto sighed.

“She hasn’t taken a liking to this place” Rahne said.

“She never liked being cooped up anyway” you shrugged.

“Y/n are you happy to stay here while I go talk to her?” The Professor asked.

“Yeah, thank you” you whispered and he smiled leaving.

You sat on the couch sighing, head hung back.

“We’re really at Professor Xaviers school” Danny said in little awe.

“The xmen” you mumbled.

“Yep” Rahne said.

“Seems strange we weren’t sent here- but then again we were in a secret program” Sam said.

“Secret program of psychos” Roberto grumbled.

“I don’t understand why I was there though” you said saddened.

“I don’t know my powers, I don’t know anything apparently” you sighed leaning your head in your hands.

“What’s the second gender?” You asked.

“You don’t know?” Roberto asked surprised.

“No” you mumbled.

“The second gender is-“ Sam stuttered on his words.

“Alpha, Beta, Omega” Rahne said and you frowned.

“I don’t understand?” You said.

“It’s a ranking system almost” Roberto spoke up.

“When you hit puberty is when you know your rank, Alphas are the-“ before Roberto could speak Danny interrupted.

“Alphas are hot headed idiots” she rolled her eyes as Roberto huffed like a child.

“Betas are in the middle class, omegas in the bottom and alphas at the top” Rahne said.

“What are you guys?” You said.

“Robertos an alpha so is Sam and Illyana, I’m a beta and so is Danny” you frowned at Rahne words.

“What am I?” You said.

“You’re an omega” Sam muttered.

“So I’m beneath you?” You questioned.

“No it- it doesn’t work like that” he sighed.

“Then how does it work?” You asked desperate.

“I can’t explain it’s always been there” Sam shrugged.

“What the hell” you mumbled sinking into to the couch more.

“I’m sure the professor can help you” Rahne held your hand as you tried to smile and nod. You didn’t know your past, your powers, your second gender? Who even were you?

Next Chapter ->

#x reader #au #aob #hugh jackman #hugh jackman x reader #Logan x reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine #xmen #the new mutants #mutants #marvel

[c-optimistic]

Not sure if you’re still taking prompts, but I just watched Hozier’s from Eden music video and now I can’t stop thinking about Lena and Kara on the run finding and saving a kid from a bad situation...

obviously slightly different from the video and also an unambiguously happy ending

-

Alex handed over the keys to the beat up car, her eyes not straying from Kara’s for even a second.  

“Travel at night as much as you can. The tank is full, but you need to make it last as long as possible.” She blinked, bit her lip, and squeezed Kara’s hand. “No powers. Not for anything. And no contact. I’ll find a way to let you know it’s safe.”

Kara nodded, pulling her sister closer and enveloping her in a tight hug, trying to memorize the way it felt, the warmth that burrowed into her bones and eased her mind. “We’ll be fine, Alex,” she said, injecting as much confidence in those four words as she possibly could. She was glad that Alex couldn’t see the tears she wasn’t quite able to suppress. “I’ll be listening for you.”

Alex pulled away and opened her mouth to argue, probably to point out that Kara’s statement went directly against the no power rule, but then her mouth snapped shut, like she knew better than to argue.

“Don’t put on any music you like on the radio. You know it makes you want to sing, and that sort of thing is bound to attract attention,” Alex said instead, smoothing over Kara’s shoulders and tugging slightly on the collar of her borrowed leather jacket. “Take care of each other,” she added, clearly no longer able to hide her anxiety behind jokes. Her eyes didn’t stray from Kara, but the comment was undoubtedly meant more for Lena than for Kara. “I love you, Kara.”

“Danvers sisters, right?” Kara said thickly, holding back tears. She pulled Alex in for one more tight hug, taking care to listen to her heartbeat, to memorize its unique rhythm. “I love you, too. You call if you need me. Okay? Do you promise?”

“Promise,” Alex said, pulling away and wiping at her cheeks. “All right. Go. Go.”

Kara and Lena didn’t need to be told a third time. They got into the car, and drove off into the night, Kara’s eyes on the rearview mirror long after Alex had disappeared entirely from view.

-

Very quickly, they developed a routine.

Hats, thick sunglasses, hoodies, and overall easily forgettable outfits became their norm, much to Lena’s eternal dismay. Kara would pretend not to see her wince as she pulled on sneakers, and Lena returned the favor by not calling Kara out when she used her superhearing to listen for Alex every single night.

They drove throughout the night for the most part, sticking to unpopulated areas as much as they could, not speaking much to the people they ran into at gas stations and diners. When the posters with their faces began cropping up on public restrooms and outside of convenience stores, Lena suggested they die or cut their hair.

During the day, they slept. Sometimes in the car, no relief from the sweltering heat. Sometimes, if they figured it was safe enough, they’d sleep a few hours at a motel before setting off again.

They definitely didn’t use each other’s names. Not once. In fact, they didn’t speak much at all.

(One thing filled both their minds:

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving.

As long as they were on the move, Lex couldn’t get to them.)

It wasn’t much of a life, but it wasn’t all bad either.

It meant Lena would surreptitiously take her hand out of anxiety or a desire to provide comfort when driving past other cars. It meant when Lena’s always busy mind became bored, she’d invent new games to play as they drove along.

It meant huddling up together one particularly cold desert night.

It meant becoming very familiar with the song Lena hummed as she showered.

It meant learning to decipher Lena’s mood based on tuts, clicks of her tongue, breathy sighs, and the roughness of her voice when she would break the silence between them.

No, it wasn’t a bad life, being on the run with her best friend, the only person on this planet after Alex who’d ever made Kara feel at home.

It wasn’t a bad life, with money carefully hidden in the car, under the mats and inside the seat cushions, their every need anticipated and planned for, long into the future. Theoretically, they could stay on the run for years, evading Lex’s long reach.

It wouldn’t be a bad life, but to be fair, when your only goal was survival, having a good life (or really living at all) just wasn’t the point.

-

Kara chewed on her lip as she refueled the car, her eyes on the meter, her ears on the men coming out of the gas station.

They were laughing, clearly a bit drunk despite the time of day, one of the men complaining loudly as they walked towards their car.

“Costs me a fortune to feed that boy. Clothe him. Give him a place to sleep. And if she can leave him, why can’t I?”

Kara didn’t react. She finished refueling, paid, then slid into the driver’s seat, watching as the drunk men piled into their car and pulled away. Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white. Just a tiny bit more pressure, just a little bit more of a squeeze, and she could shatter it in her hands.

“Is something wrong?” Lena asked, reaching out and brushing her hand over Kara’s shoulder, so careful, so tentative. “You seem upset.”

Kara turned to her, still chewing on her lip.“What do you think about getting a good night’s sleep tonight? I know a place we can go. It’ll be safe.”

Lena’s eyes roved over Kara’s face for a moment. “What did you hear?” she asked finally, gesturing with her head in the direction the men had driven off to.

“Just that they’re leaving and won’t be back for a few days.”

Lena eyed her skeptically, clearly knowing there was something else, something Kara wasn’t sharing, but she didn’t comment. “Okay. Okay, if it’s safe. We can both use the rest.”

Kara didn’t respond, but her grip on the steering wheel finally eased. She didn’t speak as she inserted the key in the ignition and started the car, pulling slowly out of the gas station and down the road.

And Lena let out a breathy sigh, the only indication of her displeasure at being kept in the dark, though belied by the slight quirk of her lips.

(And as they drove, windows down and hair billowing in the wind, Kara wondered if Lena felt the way she did:

An aching need to stop running, even for just a moment.)

-

The floorboards of the house creaked under them as they stepped inside, Lena immediately wrinkling her nose at the smell—something harsh, like paint, and underneath it, the sickly sweet smell of rotting flowers.

“No wonder those men were in such a hurry to leave,” Lena muttered, distaste coloring her features as they stepped further in the home. The floor was littered with empty beer cans and filthy clothes, the smell of rotting flowers growing stronger. “This place is disgusting. Who would live here?”

Kara didn’t respond, just kept walking towards one of the rooms in the very back of the house. She wondered, briefly, stupidly, how Lena couldn’t hear what she could: the sound of a little heart, pounding furiously away in an equally small chest, body and bones rattling in fear.

“Where are you going?” Lena asked, still following dutifully. “Kara?”

It was the sound of her name that made her pause, turn around, and smile. “I had to help him,” she explained in a whisper before dropping to her knees and gently pulling a closet door open, revealing the pale, dirty face of a little boy. “Hi,” Kara said softly, heart breaking as he pressed himself against the wall of the closet in an attempt to create distance between them, his legs tangled in rags that made up what must have been his bed. (And in the corner of the closet, flowers, long dead.) “Don’t be scared,” she continued, though she didn’t advance further. She stared at him, listened to the terrified pounding of his little heart, and she came to a decision. Without thinking about it for longer than a second, she reached up and let her hair out of its ponytail, then pulled off her glasses. “Do you recognize me? Do you know who I am?” she asked, ignoring Lena’s warning hand on her shoulder, silently urging her not to do this.

The boy pushed away from the wall, approaching Kara with more than a little hesitancy. But his eyes never left her face. “Supergirl?” he finally whispered in awe, mouth falling open just a little bit. “Are you really her? Are you really here?”

“Yeah,” she answered, holding out a hand. “Yeah, I’m here.”

He paused for a moment more, as if not entirely sure she was telling the truth, but then he rushed forward, allowing Kara to pull him into a hug. “You’re really her. You’re really here.”

-

She broke Alex’s rules and used her powers to speed through cleaning the home. Lena was in the kitchen with the boy, digging through the cabinets and the fridge to make him something to eat, eventually settling on soup that Kara heated with her laser vision, much to the little boy’s glee.

Much later, when the child was wrapped in blankets and letting out soft snores as he slept in the only bed in the house, Lena handed Kara a mug of tea and motioned for her to follow her outside. They sat on a rickety bench on the porch in silence, sipping their tea and taking in the cool night air, the miles of empty desert around them. And then:

“You didn’t tell me because you knew it was a bad idea. You knew we shouldn’t have come here.”

“I wasn’t going to abandon this kid.”

“You don’t know this kid,” Lena admonished, sounding tired. And in her tone, something else. Guilt, maybe. “I know what you’re thinking, Kara. But we can’t help him. Lex is still after us. Being on the run is no place for a kid.”

“But what we found him in is?” Kara asked, turning to look at Lena. She took their mugs and placed them on the ground at their feet, then grabbed Lena’s hand. “You can’t look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to help him. I know you, Lena.”

“It would throw everything off. All our plans, the sacrifices we’ve made,” Lena said, pulling her hand out of Kara’s grasp.

Kara felt her back stiffen. “I know you’ve planned for a decade or more, but I can’t, Lena. I can’t live like this. I don’t want to look over my shoulder running from Lex forever. I just. Life has to be more. And this kid needs our help. We can’t use Lex as an excuse forever.”

This was very clearly the wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you. No one asked you to go on the run with me. It was your choice, if you remember.”

(It was.

But here was the thing, the thing that Kara wasn’t sure how to put into words: she would’ve made the same choice again and again. She would’ve given everything up for Lena a hundred times over.)

“Lena, you know that’s not what I meant,” Kara said softly, reaching for her hand again, grateful when Lena grabbed on tightly.

“We can’t stay here. We’ll have to drive through the day and night for a while,” she said after a long pause. “We’ll need to get him clothes. And you need to explain to him he can’t mention Supergirl ever again,” she added, narrowing her eyes at Kara.

Kara nodded quickly and, absolutely unable to help it, leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lena’s temple.

“Have I ever told you you’re my favorite?” she asked as she pulled away.

Lena just rolled her eyes, picking up their mugs and getting to her feet.. “After Alex, maybe,” she said with a grin, holding out a hand for Kara to help her up.

“That’s different. Alex is my sister. You’re…” Kara trailed off, not noticing the tremble in Lena’s hand, “you’re you.”

“Very eloquent, love,” Lena laughed, the endearment making Kara’s heart skip a beat. “To think you’re a journalist.”

They laughed as they put away the mugs and settled for a sleepless night on the lumpy couch in the living room, Lena’s head resting on Kara’s shoulder as she slowly dozed off.

And Kara sat there, breathing in the smell of Lena’s shampoo, half of her focus on the little boy’s gentle breathing in the next room, the other half of her focus on Alex’s heartbeat thousands of miles away, her thoughts on what it meant to be a family.

-

It was after several days of driving that they found a place Lena determined to be safe enough to rest.

The boy, who had yet to tell either Kara or Lena his name, ran ahead of them, heading straight for the small garden littered with colorful flowers.

“We shouldn’t stay here long,” Lena said as she grabbed one of their bags from the car, struggling a bit with its weight. “Have you been listening for him?”

Kara didn’t ask who him was. Either it was Lex or it was the boy’s unfit father, and regardless of who Lena was referring to, the answer was yes. Of course she’d been listening for him. “No news,” she confirmed, taking the bag from Lena, swinging it easily over her shoulder. “I have heard some odd frequencies lately though. Not sure what to make of it.”

Lena, who was smiling gratefully at Kara’s help, suddenly stopped, fear taking over her features. She pulled Kara to a halt by the wrist, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think—”

“—no,” Kara assured her, shifting the bag so that she could pull Lena into a loose, one-armed hug. “It’s similar to the frequency on Alex’s watch. I thought it was her way of signalling it’s safe but—”

“—but it seems more like a warning?”

Kara nodded, watching as the boy raced back towards them, a handful of flowers he’d pulled from the garden clutched in his fist. “A day or two,” Kara said in an undertone. “Just to rest. Then we’ll move on to the next place.”

Lena didn’t respond, but her hands twisted into the fabric of Kara’s shirt, and she pressed her face against Kara’s shoulder, and Kara figured that was answer enough.

-

Their routine changed.

It was as if, in their determination to give the child everything they possibly could for as long as they could, the fear and dreariness of being on the run was replaced by laughter and joy.

Lena took them all on a shopping trip, letting the boy pick out bright colored clothes, even rolling her eyes and conceding when Kara got them all baseball caps.

Rather than stay at sketchy motels, Kara would constantly be on the listen for people going on vacation or on weekend getaways, feeling better about ‘borrowing’ the home by making sure the home was immaculate when they left, Lena purposely leaving behind a small stack of bills.

They ate whatever the boy wanted, from sugary snacks to cheesy burgers. There was always music, usually a bubbly pop song Kara liked and they found that the boy preferred, leading to impromptu dances in the kitchen—with one memorable time, which Kara rather thought was seared into the back of her eyelids, Lena making the boy laugh as she grabbed his hands, swinging his arms to and fro, shaking her hips in time with the music.

(And in the dark, long after the child was asleep, Kara and Lena would lay together, heads close, trying to calculate what resources they had left, how much more they could stretch it out, how much longer they could continue this way.

And every night, long after Lena had finally drifted off, her head nestled on Kara’s shoulder, Kara would close her eyes and listen to the ever-closer frequency she didn’t recognize, increasingly worried about what it could mean.)

Then Lena changed their routine again.

Every morning, as Kara would make them coffee, Lena would press a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. She had them play the games she’d invent on the spot, winking at Kara when the boy would win every single one. And at night, every night, rather than just fit her head in the juncture between Kara’s head and shoulder, she would tangle their legs, hold Kara’s hand, pressed so tightly against Kara that she could feel Lena’s heartbeat against her skin.

(And Rao, did Kara want to take one of those moments, freeze it in time, commit it to memory, wanting it etched into her heart, where she could carry it forever.

But mostly, mostly, all Kara wanted was to close those few inches between their lips and finally, finally, kiss her.)

One night, weeks after finding the boy, after he’d already been tucked in and reminded that the next morning they would have to move on to the next place, the next town, Lena played with Kara’s fingers as they lay in the dark, the little breathy sighs she let out every few moments warning enough that she had something serious on her mind.

So Kara shifted a little, pulling away so that they were facing each other, hands still intertwined. And she made it a little easier for Lena. “I can practically feel the gears turning in your head. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

Lena didn’t respond right away. Instead, her eyes were fixed on Kara’s, and after a moment, she used her free hand to smooth over the scar above Kara’s eyebrow. “How do you do it?” she finally questioned, voice so soft that Kara wasn’t sure she’d even be audible without superhearing. “How are you so effortlessly good all the time?”

It wasn’t really what Kara was expecting (and if she was honest with herself, it wasn’t what she was hoping Lena was thinking about either). “What do you mean?”

“You came with me without a second thought. Then, with the boy, you didn’t even pause to help him. You knew he was in trouble, and that was all it took.” She closed her eyes, her brows furrowing, almost as if she was in pain. “But my first thought was how it would make things harder for us.”

“That’s not true,” Kara said easily, and without really thinking about it, she pulled Lena closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You know it isn’t.”

“Do I?” Lena snarked back, but her heart wasn’t in it. She allowed Kara’s closeness, even going as far as burying her head under Kara’s chin.

With her hand that wasn’t still tightly in Lena’s grasp, Kara began to rub comforting circles on Lena’s back. “Your first thought was the danger he’d be in just because of us,” Kara reminded her gently, still rubbing her back. “Besides, I don’t know if you know, but you’re incredible.”

“Kara, be serious.”

“I am,” Kara laughed. “Being good...it’s easy. It’s the default setting. But you, you’re extraordinary. You were told your entire life that the opposite was true. That the only thing you could do was evil. And yet look at you. You did good anyway.” She paused, wanting Lena to soak in her words. “Do you see how amazing that is? Every single time you make a choice, you have to go through years of noise, years of interference, years of lies, and every time, you find your way through all that,” she tugged their joined hands up, pressing it against Lena’s chest, right over her heart, “to this. A good, kind heart.”

Lena pulled away suddenly, leaving Kara wondering if she’d said the wrong thing, but then she noticed the expression on Lena’s face, the blazing look in her eyes. “Do you really believe that?” she asked, voice barely a whisper.

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t have said it otherwise, gosh Lena, I—”

But Lena didn’t let her finish. Instead, she swung one leg over Kara, straddling her, and after waiting for Kara’s eager nod, finally, finally, kissed her.

(It was okay, Kara thought as Lena’s hands pinned hers to the bed, that Lena didn’t let her finish her sentence.

There was all the time in the world to tell Lena how much she loved her. For now, showing her would have to be enough.)

-

The frequency only Kara could hear, the one that worried her so, got closer every day, and so they stopped staying anywhere for more than a few hours.

It was hardest on the boy. He and Lena had especially grown close, falling asleep in the back of the car as Kara drove, chancing a look at them in the rearview mirror every now and then, feeling her heart swell with fondness. But Lena’s whispered concerns, about how he was faring, how he was feeling, felt more and more serious as the days dragged on.

Being on the run was no place for a kid.

“We could fight,” Kara suggested one night as they drove through the darkness, the child asleep in the back, clutching a toy Lena had bought him weeks ago. “Just wait for Lex to find us and fight.”

Lena tugged on Kara’s right hand, pulling it out of its vice-like grip on the steering wheel, then brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “We went on the run because we couldn’t fight. Nothing’s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Kara said, turning to look at Lena. “What do you want to do?”

“We have a two day head start on Lex, right?” Lena confirmed. At Kara’s nod, she pressed another kiss to the back of Kara’s hands before releasing it. “We’ll find a place, spend one more night with him.” She motioned towards the child. “Then we’ll take him to the police station. CPS, I don’t know. Once he’s safe, we can wait for Lex.”

“No,” came a small voice from the back of the car. Kara watched the boy slowly sit up, toy clutched to his chest, meeting her gaze through the rearview mirror. “I’m staying with you. I want to be with you and Lena.”

(They tried to argue with him, tried to make him see reason, but Kara knew it was a lost cause. There was no convincing a boy who felt he’d found his family that he’d be better off or safer anywhere else.

Kara would know: she’d felt that way after landing on Earth, after Clark sent her away.)

So they made their last stand.

With Lena’s help, Kara found a fairly sturdy home, one that seemed to have been empty for some time, and they began to prepare.

Kara put her suit on for the first time in almost a year. Lena pulled out what she’d called her ‘emergency technology’ and the boy was secured in the house, letting Lena hug him to her as Kara sat nearby, her focus on everything beyond the walls of the house.

The frequency drew closer, the sound almost maddening in Kara’s ear. But there wasn’t much of Lex’s fanfare. No explosions, no gunfire. No whirring of new Lexosuits. There was nothing except for that sound in Kara’s ear and cars approaching.

“Kara?” Lena questioned, taking her hand and breaking her focus.

“He’s here.”

(She could hear it, cars and trucks coming to a halt, heavy footed people beginning to surround the house, the sound of their weapons in their hands loud in Kara’s ears.

And also, something else, something Kara hadn’t heard from this close in a long time.)

“Kara, I’m scared,” the boy said, looking to her, still gripping tightly to Lena.

“That’s okay,” Kara told him, brushing his hair back and then getting to her feet. “But you’ve got nothing to be scared about.”

“Kara—”

But she waved Lena’s concern off. “Trust me. We’re safe.”

One of the people surrounding the house broke down the door, making the boy hide his face in Lena’s stomach. Footsteps approached. A gun was raised. And then:

“Alex. You found us.”

-

The DEO was loud. Or maybe it was that the city was loud. After being in the middle of nowhere for so long, the sudden influx of noise was a little a little different.

Different, but nice.

“So, you broke all my rules, right?” Alex said as she followed Kara out on the balcony, standing next to her and leaning against the balustrade. “I said to keep a low profile, you kidnapped a kid. I said no powers, I find you in your suit.”

“I didn’t sing,” Kara said with a grin. Lena was still with the boy, holding his hand as he was checked over by doctors, happily sucking on a lollipop that Alex had offered him. “Your watch is broken, the frequency it lets off is wrong, I thought you were Lex for weeks.”

“I had a run in with an Aellon. I knew the watch was acting fritzy afterwards, but Brainy said any changes in the frequency would be ‘nearly imperceiptible.’” She grinned a little, bumping her shoulder against Kara’s. “So, while I was busy working with Brainy, Nia, J’onn, and Kelly to bring Lex down...you and Lena started dating and adopted a kid?”

Kara snorted, turning her head, watching as Lena and the boy (who were clearly done with all the tests) walked over to where she was standing with her sister.

“Pretty much,” she told Alex, marveling at finally having her entire family together again.

#I watched the video once #sooo I'm sorry in advance #supercorp #fanfic

[starsaver94]

Taming the Beast Within (Chapter 1)

*Star here! I’m excited and happy to announce that my MHA fanfic “Taming the Beast Within” has reached 3K (now 3002) hits on A03! In celebration, I’m posting the first chapter here on Tumblr for all of you to read! I’ll post the link to the story on both A03 and Wattpad as well if you guys want to check out the full story. Anyways, hope you enjoy!*

Stars dotted the night sky above the city of Mustafu. It was a cold, crisp autumn night. The pale glow of streetlights illuminated the sidewalk below. The streets were deserted and the air was silent, save for the clicking of short heels belonging to a lone woman.

The woman was a nurse, going back to her apartment after finishing a particularly long shift at the local hospital. She let loose a shiver as a cold breeze seemed to cut right through her body. Although, it wasn’t just the wind that made her shake like one of the fallen autumn leaves. She was on high alert because she knew that nighttime was notorious for having a high amount of criminal activity.

Suddenly, as if waiting for his cue, a man jumped out of the nearby alleyway. A manic grin slowly stretches across his face as he eyes the cautious nurse.

“Hey there sweetheart, why don’t you hand over the cash or valuables and there won’t be any problems.”

She wordlessly shook her head while taking a fearful step backwards, which only caused the mugger to step forward.

“I said…” he snarled “hand over the goods or else.” He held out his arm, which now thanks to his quirk, had now taken the form of a large metal blade.

“Or else what?” Another voice broke the tense atmosphere. Both heads turned to see a muscular figure silhouetted beneath the streetlight.

“A-a-All Might?!” The mugger stammers, eyes stretching wide with fear. The mysterious figure chuckles, slowly shaking his head back and forth in what seemed to be amusement.

“No, no, I am not All Might. But what you can call me is…” Without warning, he rushes forward picking the trembling mugger up by his shirt “Jetstream.”

As soon as he started, the mugger stopped shaking and instead smirked at the Turbulence hero. “So you’re one of those… lesser heroes.”

Jetstream glared at the smug criminal. “Ma’am, you might want to step back.” He growled through clenched teeth.

And as soon as he said that Jetstream gave a powerful blow to the mugger’s gut “Never…” another punch “call me…” again “a lesser…” and again “HERO!” He screams before tossing the mugger turned punching bag into the air.

“And then what happened?!” A young girl questioned her mother while bouncing slightly on her bed. The mother laughed softly at her daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Then, while the mean mugger was in the air, Jetstream pulled his powerful fist back and screamed…”

“HURRICANE BARRAGE!!!”

The daughter cut off her mother with a loud cry of the Turbulence hero’s signature move.

“Now Kyoko, how am I supposed to tell the story if you cut me off like that?” Kyoko’s mother playfully scolds.

“Sorry mommy, I’ll be quiet now.” She sheepishly says before making a zipper like motion across her lips. Her mother gives another soft laugh at her daughter’s antics.

“Now where was I?” She gasps in realization “Oh yes, now I remember.”

“After the brave hero dealt with the mugger, he looked at the nurse and said…” Kyoko’s mother sucks in her gut and deepens her voice in an attempt to sound masculine which causes her young daughter to giggle “Well ma’am, now that this piece of criminal scum has been dealt with. Who might you be?” She looks to her daughter, who is hanging off her every word. “Do you know who that nurse was, Kyoko?” Kyoko shook her head while leaning in as if she was about to hear an important secret “That nurse…was me!” The young girl’s eyes lit up in awe.

“Really!? So that’s how you and daddy met!?”

The mother smiled at her “You… are… correct!” She touches the air to the left and right of Kyoko’s head with each word before giving her a small, light tap on the nose.

“Daddy is the coolest, strongest, most awesome hero ever! He’s even better than All Might!”

Her mother raises a brow “Those are some pretty big praises honey. Are you sure you mean them?”

Kyoko nods enthusiastically with both her fists clenched tightly “I do mean it. Daddy can beat up any bad guy. He’s the strongest, most coolest hero ever!”

“Is that so?”

Kyoko and her mother look over at the entrance of Kyoko’s bedroom, where they see her father, a.k.a Jetstream, standing in the doorway.

“Daddy!” Kyoko yells and runs over to her father who scoops her up in his arms.

“Hey there pumpkin. You listening to your mother’s stories?”

She nods her head “Yeah, mommy is a great storyteller, just like how you’re a great hero!”

Her father puffs out a laugh before setting his daughter down and lightly ruffling her hair. The mother walks over to her husband who looks at his wife, a loving gleam visible in both of their eyes.

“Welcome home dear.”

He smirks at his wife “Is that all? There’s no other way to greet your husband who had a long day of patrolling the city? Come on Reiki.”

Reiki rolls her eyes at her husband’s childish behavior before sauntering over and placing her hands on his shoulders.

“Honestly Arashi, did you really think I wouldn’t give you your welcome home kiss? What kind of wife would I be if I forgot something so important?”

Arashi pulls his wife in closer, one hand on her back and the other gently touching her cheek while Reiki wraps her arms around his neck and softly kisses him.

“Ewww!”

Arashi and Reiki look over at their young daughter who is puffing her cheeks out with a grumpy expression on her face.

“Don’t kiss daddy, mommy, he’s icky!”

Reiki laughs at both her daughter’s face and her sudden outburst. “Now why would you think that sweetie?”

“Because he’s a boy, and boys are icky!”

Arashi holds a hand up to his chest in mock offense while Reiki simply smiles.

“Now Kyoko, you shouldn’t say stuff like that. Besides, you may change your mind when you get older and meet a cute boy.”

Kyoko shakes her head and stomps her foot in defiance “No I won’t! I won’t meet any boys because I’ll be a great hero! And great heroes don’t need icky boys!”

Reiki sighs while slowly shaking her head and turning to her husband “We’ll continue this later, ok?” Arashi gives a curt nod before walking to the master bedroom without another word.

“Alright Kyoko, time for bed.” Kyoko climbs into the bed with Reiki’s assistance.

“Mommy? When will I get my quirk?”

“Well dear, you are four years old, so your quirk could show up any day now.”

Kyoko’s eyes light up after hearing this “Really? Do you think I’ll get a strong quirk like daddy?”

Her mother gives a slight smile while pulling the covers over Kyoko’s small body “Possibly, quirks can be quite strange. You could get either my quirk, your fathers quirk, or even a completely different quirk entirely.”

“Can daddy fly with his quirk?”

A slight look of surprise flashes across Reiki’s face “Well, he can create updrafts in order to get more height out of his jumps, so I guess he can fly slightly.”

Kyoko gets even more excited at this concept “I want to fly! I want to fly!”

Reiki places a hand on her daughter’s forehead to calm her down. “Be patient dear. We’ll see what quirk you get in due time, ok?” She leans down and gives her a small kiss on her forehead before turning off the nearby lamp “Goodnight honey, sweet dreams.”

After her mother leaves, Kyoko climbs out of bed and looks out her window at the star-dotted sky and in her small voice sings…

“I wish that I could fly way up in the sky.

Like a bird so high, oh I might just try

I wish that I could fly way up in the sky

Like a bird so high, oh I might just try

Oh, I might just try.”.

#celebration #milestone #event(?) #fanfic milestone #mha fanfic #my fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #oc's #taming the beast within

[sereisstuff]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 // Suguru Niragi

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of blood. Implied violence, mentions of bullying. The reader kinda has a savior complex.

word count - 3k

Italics + bold in the beginning is a flashback. Anything beyond the keep reading sign is present tense.

Also this was a first attempt, it’s somewhat what I could come up with at the moment, I was having mixed feelings towards Niragi because of the controversy surrounding his character and fan fictions but he is a fictional character, I’ll leave it at that.

“Leave him alone” 

You screamed bloody murder, watching as tears cascaded down his dewy cheeks running down towards his blood coated collar, baring the harsh texture of a softball plumbing against his broken nose. You witnessed his pleas and the pitiful cries he broke into for someone to help him, it was heart-wrenching.

Your voice broke their trance of hatred towards the poor boy, making you their focus of humour. The boy who seemed a year or two older than yourself coughed taking advantage of the situation to relish his tears onto the floor whilst grasping his stomach in pain. A moment so awful could only bring entertainment for the crowd. 

“Or what princess, are you gonna beat me up for it?” he scoffed, pointing towards Niragi grimly. His lips slithering into a deceitful grin and you swore, a glint of evil was shining behind his cowardly eyes.

You clenched your fist tightly feeling the silver rings bare against your cold hands, this seemed to amuse the group of them as a harmonious wave of laughter flooded beneath the bridge “How cute, a feeble thing like you challenging me? just like a little red riding hood” he muttered, his large feet padded across the cement, advancing towards your figure.

You felt your heart race in anticipation swiping a quick look towards the harmless boy shaking on the floor, angering you to your core. Like the swindling wind, your mind was running in chaos, calculating his every step with a cold glare strung to his eyes. You could almost feel your own body shaking but not in fear, no. In rage. 

“Look at her, she’s afraid of you” one interrupted with a grin, simply ignored his assumption with a raised brow. You were somewhat tall but he still stalked over you like a tree. Rooting your feet into the ground, you spoke “I’m not afraid of you, or any of you for that matter. I’m afraid of what will happen if you touch him one more time and trust me, I won’t be the one shaking in fear, that’s a promise. So go ahead, keep calling me princess, I dare you” your threat was taken lightly although the fear was evident in a few of their eyes once they witnessed the honesty in your eyes. 

A promising advance.

“You're funny, isn’t she funny? How about we make a joke out of you?” He threatened baring his teeth at you.

Your neck craned to meet his eyes, daring him to do as he pleased. One of his members gripped his hand in an attempt to pull him away “just let it go, we can get him next time” 

But he didn’t budge, ripping his friend's hand out of his own and raising it mighty in the air with a subtle hope of destruction lingering between his finger tips. He snarled out his reply “No, I’ll show her what you get when you don’t mind your own business”

You laughed, mocking his accusation, pushing him towards his wits end “That’s it you bitch” 

His hand came crashing down only stopping once you caught his wrist, twisting it around behind his back so he could squirm in pain. The others with slight moral decency, cowered in surprise, backing away from their beloved.

“You like that, huh?” You laughed, now it was your turn to become the heartless monster they awfully played “Does it feel nice being thrown around” you mocked him once more, kicking him into the floor with a nice swing of your boot covered foot, harshly connecting with his stomach so he pummeled in absolute pain.

“Your pathetic, the whole lot of you”

You rested your leg against his soon to be bruised stomach, glaring at everyone of them “Get out of here, before the same happens to you” your tone was stern and clear, sending them a threatening message they received. Although some hesitated but followed like little sheep in a herd, you bent down to their leaders face gripping strands of his hair and pulling his face to meet yours.

“Run along little lamb, watch your herd follow you” 

You made sure they were out of sight before you came back to the realization of the poor boy lying in his own puddle of tears and blood, advancing towards him in a state of worry, you bent down in front of him, arms to your sides in hopes he would understand you were no threat to him. He lifted his head slightly, his left eye of his frames was cracked and his other eye was forming a purplish bruise, you would have done a lot more than that if only you had the time.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you” you whispered softly grasping his attention, beneath his dampened strands he peaked up, a murmur of pain could be heard and beneath his hisses he gradually spoke “Th-thank you” 

“It’s fine, what they did was terrible. I hope you realise that you don’t deserve that” he had no strength to smile and only nod in understanding and suddenly it dawned on you. You had bandages and wipes in your bag, hanging out with a group such as yours you always had to be aware of any bruise and injury, what came with the mix of people you had was prone to wounds and you always came prepared for tragic things.

“I’ll be back” you spoke, standing up with a slight buckle in your knees and the pulsating pain in your fists, you so effortlessly ignored the more wounded. You gripped the straps, throwing it around your forearm and running back to him. You pulled out the bandages and the alcoholic wipes as you tapped his shoulder so he could look up from his dissociation.

“Do you mind?” you asked carefully, tipping your head towards his open wound on his cheek.

He looked at you, knitting his brows in thought. Processing what you said as he weighed out the idea that you were in fact being kind, he nodded looking into your eyes as you almost crumbled at the sight. The pain and hurt hidden behind those doe eyes was painful, you could almost hear the pleas again and you couldn’t bear the thought of that ever happening to you again, so you touched up his cuts with a hiss here and there until he spoke.

“Niragi…...my name is Suguru Niragi” 

Your eyes were blindfolded, fear seeping through your clothes, you didn’t know how you got here only to the point where you suddenly couldn’t breathe, you clawed against the callous fingers wrapped tightly around your neck until you couldn’t anymore.

“How long has she been here?” You heard piquing your interest, your head tipped in surprise hearing multiple voices jump to their question.

You had accepted your fate of death multiple times before this one but something told you to continue, to persevere past your inability to continue. So you did, in an attempt to relish your curiosity and fear, you spoke “Where am I??” silence was your given reply, amongst the void of people you weren’t aware surrounded you, a stern voice spoke with demand “We don’t treat future members like this, take her blindfold off” 

The void you’d been getting used to was finally ripped from your sight and you could suddenly feel the warmth of sun melting into your frozen complex, just as much as you could feel, you also saw. It was unlikely to enjoy such small things like this but in a world of torture, not even people could bring you peace, not anymore at least.

“She seems tattered, this wasn’t our doing wa-” before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted 

“it’s you?”

 A voice you could recognise anywhere spoke with excitement, his laugh echoing through the room as it bounced off the walls, that didn’t sound like him. That sounded like someone who loved to live in an immoral world chasing sheep after sheep, until you fall into a pit never to come out again.

“How wonderful! I see you two seem well acquainted. I don’t suppose it was from the games?” Niragi shook his head with a grin, he seemed relieved to see you but you couldn’t say the same. You could tell by his appearance he seemed less empathetic, he had just as much reason too but it seemed edging. 

His piercings added to his already threatening look, somewhat seductive to the eye and appealing, far beyond his student years.

“Not at all hatter, me and y/n go way back, don’t we? My little red riding hood” he asked, finally staring into your stern orbs. You felt threatened, the gun leaning against his broad shoulders slid down his arms as he gripped into, pointing it towards your bitter face, his aim was reckless but it didn’t mean it still didn’t shake something in you, you flinched at the sight.

“Oho that seems to catch your attention, should I do it again?” He threatened lightly as he connected his intense gaze with your own, your lips lifted feeling a wave of bravery and keeping your face stern and fearless“I’ve known him since high-school” you spoke plainly masking the fear you hid behind your voice, he definitely wasn’t the warm boy you met that night, his fear nowhere to be seen as he reveled in his own power.

“Fascinating, how a game can bring even the furthest of acquaintances together” Hatter’s crazed dazed rested on you, his jaw clenched as if he suppressed the words he spoke although he spoke as if all the freedom in the world rested on his shoulders, unlike many. Hatter had a free spirit, you could tell by the clothing he wore and how he portrayed himself, although the creator had all the power he seemed unafraid of what was to come, like his own creator.

“What is this place?” You asked.

The hatter walked leisurely around your seat, taking his place behind you with a threatening glare venomously biting at him from Niragi, his soft hands placed against your bare shoulders, massaging them as if to make you seem well enough to become comfortable but once he felt your tensed shoulders, thrash in his palms, he took a moment to pause. 

“Welcome, new comer. To the beach, the utopia, your own personal home of freedom” Once again, the hatters voice was lost in daze.

“The what?” you asked again, that seemed ridiculous.

“The beach, A home I created, a home for those of us to feel our freedom, to bask in it’s warmth. No rules, no governed led law, just three absolute rules that every member of the beach must follow” The hatter rested a palm on your shoulder using it as a stool for his posture.

Amongst his rant, you mellowed out his words. Losing your train of thought in Niragi’s eyes, so much discomfort rested in your own he could almost feel the anger seeping from your bones, angered due to the unruly sense of it all. You either lived or died, a way out was always on your mind but the only thing that kept you running was living, making sure that when the moment came, you would still be here to leave.

Niragi, along with his powerful facade basked in its potential and he made it known to the world with his appearance, the way his voice pitched higher as he stared at your pitiful state, the enjoyment flooding his mouth with a taunting expression, you didn’t notice who that was, who he became but you knew better, deep down. He was still Niragi, the one you saved and comforted, the one who brought you food when you were so deep in school work you couldn’t bear the thought of switching positions, not even for your well-being. 

You were brought back to the world when the touch of a cold barrel met your temples, a loud click followed soon after.

“You're really starting to piss me off, little red riding hood. Do you think we’re dumb, you look at the hatter like he’s an idiot, why would you do that to your saviour” Niragi spoke tauntingly, daring you to cross those barriers you put in place for your own protection, he’s seen you angered once, he’ll see it again.

“Do it” you proclaimed with a straight face, your voice calm as a tideless sea. Niragi scoffed, the corners of his mouth stretching widely and increasingly slow, too slow for your liking. He searched your eyes for fear, wanting the succulent delight of seeing your despair. 

“Or are you scared? I know fear isn’t unknown to you” You hissed back at him, your venomous fangs digging deep into his caged memory, withstood by his own barriers. He locked those memories and threw that key into a bottomless pit but despite that, it was almost like you stood, knocking against the safe he locked his pitiful self in and he was holding the knob with shaking hands, you were resurfacing the past and he vowed to only ever live in the present.

His fingers lingered against the trigger, feeling the power of his hands against the weapon. He was a god in his own eyes but before him rested something more valuable, something he cherished in a past life. He couldn't do it and the hatter noticed this, speculation threw him in and he watched as Niragi pulled the gun away from your head, pointing it towards the roof and letting his pale fingers press the trigger with an anomaly of amusement. 

The power shot from his weapon, creating cracks in the roof as the crumbs of his doing fell in front of your eyes and you released a small breath in relief. 

"untie her, she's going to be with me from now on-wards" Niragi demanded, he was bearing a threat towards the hatters authority. 

Hatter smiled in delight, worry never once tipped his harsh features but you couldn't speak for the others, who not once faltered at your treatment, now seemed worried for your entire being. 

“Do as he says, he clearly knows our fellow members. Therefore, he should do the honors” Hatter demanded, he had a clear distinction for his choice of clothing, making it apparent that his name bore a meaning. Colorful expression distorting his position with his other executive members, freedom per se or maybe it was merely just a coincidence.

Your thrashing was unnoticed in his lock, he ripped you from your place roughly as if you had no meaning to him and it was probably true. Niragi hoisted his machine to the nape of his neck, tugging you in the other hand with what he demanded.

He couldn’t believe his eyes the moment he laid his on yours, it wasn’t often that he met people he once knew without shooting them right where they thought. Ruthless, the capacity for violence he had was uncanny but not unseen for his peers, they knew not of his past and he kept it that way, his psychotic doings sparked a mutual fear within those weaker than him and that was plenty.

“You stick with me or by me from now on, you leave my side for any apparent reason and you're dead, anything you’ve done. I’ve done worse, so I don’t think you want to play with me” in contrast to his previous behavior, he now was in a craze of success. You clenched his hand in an attempt to make him whine in pain just enough for you to run but he surprised you, locking your hand in a harsh grasp that made you bite your lip in pain.

“You should have just killed me when you got the chance, it’s not like you're the same anymore. You’ve changed” You mumbled, ceasing a breath. You relaxed your body and let him lead your way, it’s not like you feared him. As someone you once knew, you often reminded yourself in the moment that he didn’t harm a fly, that was no excuse for him now but in order to keep your sanity at bay, you did just that.

“Why would I do that when I could have fun with you instead?” He laughed.

“As if I would give you the chance too” you retorted.

His steps halted, as he stared forward with a grin. He liked the challenge in your tone, if it was anything. Niragi never once let a challenge get the best of him, he meant what he said and he would make sure more than once that he would get his way.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, delightfully. Once a friend turned stranger, you stared at the back of his tied hair, the strands falling against his shoulder blades until you caught the sway of his head leisurely turning to face you with a snake like glint in his eyes, the horror of the unknown was creeping up your spine but you weren’t going to back down like a coward, you never did and that wont start today.

“I could warp you into my little pet, do you like being called a pet my little red riding hood. Whatever version of myself was projected onto you, you can forget because the one you're witnessing shares no mercy, not even for you. So thrash and whine as much as you like” Niragi began taking small steps towards you, you backed away in fear still grimly leaving the distaste for his actions lingering on your lips as you threw a look of utter disgust his way.

You managed to walk safely, feeling the brief tender touch of an untouched wall hit your frame, watching him tower over you “Because no one will help you, in fact, I have full control over you, I own you” You scoffed, looking away for a short lived moment before you felt his slender fingers grasp your chin harshly, forcing the contact between you two.

“You must feel so big right now. So utterly powerful, your need to pick on the weaker isn’t a new concept to you, right? In fact it should be so deeply engraved in your brain that not even a rock to the head could erase that, I see. Warp me all you want but I’ll always know you for who you were, my best friend” The words that left your tongue were hot, burning your throat as you held back tears from the countless memories. 

“That’s bullshit, your best friend? That was my need for repayment, that person is long gone now” He screamed, but his face didn’t gleam in despair, no. It shone in glee. The fight was racking up all his pent up anger and he was more than happy to dump it on anyone near, that so happened to be you. 

“Why? Why do you do this. You wouldn’t even harm a fly, the Niragi I knew was soft and caring, he hated violence” you almost screamed, baring your teeth at Niragi, the shine of the dagger he held didn’t even surprise you, his grasp of it against your neck was so close that even the tiniest gulp would have blood seeping from your throat.

“He died, a long time ago” his voice was now emotionless, you could see the shine leaving his face as he reminisced. His stoic features returned but his hold tightened, he grasped both of your hands, casually but sharply holding both above your head with his knife in the other, his body inched close to yours and you felt the texture of his clothing against your body.

“I don’t want to hear you bitching about how you miss what we had, that’s nothing now. You're nothing now, you're not special to me. Just someone I refuse to let go, you know that old saying? Snitches get stitches? Well if you tell anyone about how we met, what I went through, they won’t have any part of their body to stitch back together”

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