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✖ Quiet Down Pt. 6 (M) ✖

☆ okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! ☆

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 Word Count: approx. 9k Pairings (based on each part): fem reader x charlotte x sasha(with guest appearances by renjun, haechan, jeno, and jaemin)yes i actually said guest appearances…i’m slowly losing my mind lol Warnings (based on each part): i have no idea what to say here since it’s nothing super intense…so here we go… explicit language, sex talk (mild…seriously it’s the girls talking about everything involving renjun and haechan) Preview: Jeno and Jaemin watch as their two friends quickly make their way down the hill. Almost seeming as though they were racing to see who could reach the bottom first. Both their brows raising, knowing smiles on their faces. “Nude pic?” Jeno asks. “Nah, most likely bra and panties,” he chuckles. “Bet you $200 it’s a nude.” Smirking Jaemin sighs. “Fine. I’ll take you up on that bet. Don’t cry when you lose though.”

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A loud knock pounds against your door. Sighing heavily, you smack in the direction of Haechan who has his arms and legs wrapped around you as if you were his personal lifesaver. He groans, grabs your hand in his and snuggles even closer to you. His face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Haechan!” You call out groggily.

“No…” he whimpers. “Go back to sleep.”

“Renjun?” You ask.

“Don’t wanna,” he whispers next to you. His arms wrapping around you only to find Haechan has claimed you in the night. “Really, Haechan?” He grumbles his body shifting in the bed. “Fine! I’ll get up.”

The bed shifts as Renjun leaves you and Haechan to sleep longer. His eyes squinting, hair wild and messy. Dragging his zombie-like body through the doors of the bedroom and out to the living room he catches the time on the TV, 7:30AM. Hands turning into tight fists he growls at the person still banging on the door. This isn’t what he wanted when he asked them for help.

“Renjun?!” Charlotte’s voice comes from the other side of the door. “Renjun! Open this damn door, right now!”

“Will you keep it down?” He asks opening the door for her.

Barging in without a second to waste Charlotte and Sasha trudge through your hotel room. “Wow! This sure is a beautiful room,” Sasha whispers. “Makes me feel bad Jaemin and I couldn’t have won this. Then again, I’m sure the three of us would have been in this room and he’d be with Jeno anyway,” she comments to Charlotte.

“Considering you were with me last night, yeah, I’d buy that.” She turns to Renjun. “So, how was the night with our girl and Haechan?” She wiggles her brows.

Sighing he rubs his tired eyes. “Haechan wouldn’t shut up about having a movie marathon. He said the movie we watched down in the conference room was boring. For five hours he had us up watching shitty movie after shitty movie. All of them Romance!” He slides a hand through his tousled hair. “At this point I’m an anti-romantic. I don’t want to even think about love anymore.”

Laughing Charlotte and Sasha sit down on the couch. “But you’re enjoying your time with our dear friend?” Sasha asks. “Am I to assume you’ve swept her off her feet?”

Blushing Renjun sits on the opposite end. “No, not exactly,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m hoping after a day of rest and relaxation as well as a talk with Haechan I’ll be able to figure everything out.”

“Why talk? You like her, right?” Charlotte asks.

“Yes, but —"

“No buts,” she slaps his knee. “Ask her to be yours. I know she likes you too. I can tell. She seems very light and airy around you. She needs a good man by her side –”

“And Haechan isn’t a good man?” Sasha interrupts.

“I didn’t say that,” Charlotte gasps. “How could you even ask me, that question?!”

“You implied that Renjun is a better man than Haechan.”

“Sasha!!”

She shrugs before sticking her tongue out at Charlotte. “So, where is our sleeping beauty?”

Renjun rolls his eyes. “Haechan’s currently using her as a body pillow.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?” Sasha asks concerned.

“It does but I’d rather not fight this early in the morning,” he yawns. “I’ll go get her.”

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“What in the hell is going on?” Sasha asks when Renjun disappears behind the bedroom door. “When you said that Haechan was up here because he apparently has a crush on her I didn’t think he would move that fast! He slept in the same bed as her?!”

“By the looks of it, our little slut spent the night in bed with both of them,” she wiggles her brows.

“Charlotte this is serious,” Sasha sighs. “I’ve been in this kind of relationship before. There is always pain at the end of this. What if she gets hurt? What if Haechan or Renjun get hurt? You know this is why I’m completely against office romances.” She shakes her head leaning back onto the couch.

“Says the woman in love with Jaemin.”

“I may find him irresistibly attractive and may want to pursue a relationship but I won’t. I don’t want to date a co-worker. If it ends, I’ll have to see him day in and day out. No thank you.”

“Sure, I’ll believe it when you walk down the aisle with someone who isn’t Jaemin.”

“What?! Only then?! How would I even get close to Jaemin? He’s always with Jeno. D-Do you think they’re —" she whispers the ending.

“Hell no. Look at us. We’re always together. The three amigas. None of us are into women. Just because they’re around each other and do weird shit together or to each other doesn’t mean they’re gay. Plus, Jeno and Jaemin have been friends forever. I wish I had that kind of friendship with someone,” Charlotte sighs. “Promise you won’t leave me at all?” She pouts.

Sasha wraps her arms around Charlotte tightly. “Promise! But seriously, what are we going to do about our dear friend?”

Shrugging Charlotte looks towards the bedroom door where your protests are heard loud and clear, along with Haechan’s protests of not being informed that you were going to have a girl’s day.

“Hope that no one gets hurt in the end. She deserves happiness after all of the toads she’s been with. Nicholas, and even —" she shivers. “Marcus.”

Slapping her hand over Charlotte’s mouth Sasha shushes her. “We don’t talk about Marcus, remember?!”

“Yes, I know, but still. She deserves to be happy. I just feel bad about Rich –”

“SASHA! CHARLOTTE!” You run over to your friends jumping on the couch next to them. “Sorry, I took so long. I didn’t know you were coming up here. I would have been up a while ago. I’m so sorry!” You clap your hands together in a prayer. “Forgive me?”

Shaking their heads Sasha giggles. “It’s okay, this was Renjun’s doing.” She explains.

“Wh-What?” You turn to see Renjun leaning against the bedroom door frame. “You set this up?”

Nodding he gives you a sweet smile. “I thought you needed a break from all of this. I asked Charlotte after the movie if she and Sasha would like to have a girl’s day with you. We looked at what’s around here and there’s a small shopping plaza nearby.”

“A day of shopping and pampering!” Charlotte wraps her arm around your shoulders. “Then, when we get back later, a slumber party!”

“A fucking slumber party?!” Haechan bursts into the living room. “Not only am I deprived of being with you all day, I can’t even hang out with you at night?” Haechan’s eyes bounce from Renjun to Charlotte to yours. “Why wasn’t I informed about this?!”

Charlotte gets up from the couch marching towards him. Her arms crossing over her chest, a brow raised. “Because of this very reason. You had her all day,” she leans into him, her lips close to his ear. “I’m sure in more ways than one.” She whispers, causing Haechan to turn away from her shyly. “We miss her too! Plus, she’s, our friend. You have yours. Have a bro day,” Charlotte does her best male voice. “Play some sports. Scratch your asses. Talk about chicks.” She waves her hand heading to the hallway. “Do what men do. Come on, the day is bright and I’m starving. There’s a shuttle bus that goes into town. It leaves in about ten minutes. So, Haechan, say your good-bye’s now because I don’t want you to interfere at all. Got it?!”

He immediately points to Renjun, “what about him? Why are you only saying this to me?”

“Because unlike you, Renjun has self-control!” Sasha teases.

“Y-You weren’t even here until after supper!” He hisses.

Walking up to Haechan you wrap him in the tightest hug you can manage. He reflexively, encircles his arms around you. His face instinctively going to the crook of your neck. His lips pressing light kisses against your skin. A pain in your chest has you stroking his hair softly. Why did it feel like you were leaving behind someone precious for a long time? It’s a day of shopping and most likely pigging out. This is supposed to be fun! And yet…

“Don’t have too much fun,” he whispers.

Sighing you pull back from him giving him a stern look. “I’m sure you can manage being away from me for a whole day.” You try to reassure him, but yourself as well. “Considering the last twenty-four hours is the most we’ve interacted since we’ve started working together. I’m positive you’ll be fine.”

Haechan pulls you into his arms again, holding you tightly. “I don’t care if we’ve only interacted for twenty-four hours. You being gone is going to feel like a century for me…” he mumbles.

Pulling away from you, he heads back to the bedroom plopping down onto the bed. There was something in his words that made your heart skip a beat. Shaking the feeling off you rush up to Renjun wrapping him in an equally tight hug. His arms settling around your waist, his forehead against yours.

“Have fun today. You deserve it.” He kisses your cheek.

“I will! Thanks for doing this for me,” you pull from him just enough to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Ooooohhhhhhh!!!!” Next to you Charlotte and Sasha are entangled in each other’s arms staring at the two of you. Giggling like school girls.

“Really?” You turn irritated. Shooing you to continue your moment with Renjun, you roll your eyes and try to focus on the handsome, kind man in front of you. “What are you planning on doing? Weren’t we supposed to explore the lakefront? Go for that hike?” You wink at him.

Nodding Renjun sighs, “tomorrow?” He asks.

“Tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine. A day with Jeno and Jaemin is just what we need. Just have fun today and relax. I’m sure once tomorrow rolls around things will be a little… tense?” He gestures to where Haechan has wrapped himself into a cocoon of covers.

“Take care of him, okay?” You sigh.

Leaning into you, Renjun places a gentle kiss on your lips. “I will.”

“Okay, hate to cut this short, but the bus will be arriving shortly,” Charlotte pats your shoulder. “We’ll take over from here. Remember what we promised, Renjun?”

“Mmm…Don’t worry. I’ll make sure everything is set.”

“What? What’s going on?” You ask getting dragged away from Renjun. “Charlotte? Renjun? What’s going on?!” You scream.

“Grab her purse,” Charlotte calls to Sasha when she has you in the small hallway.

“Got it!” Sasha snags your purse, waving quickly to Renjun. “Thanks, Renjun. Have fun today.”

“Will do.” He waves. “HAVE FUN!”

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The door closes shut and the bright smile Renjun was displaying for you and your friends fades quickly. His shoulders slumping forward – a dark presence hovering not far from him. Groaning he peeks over his shoulder to see Haechan has since risen from his cocoon. Hair wild, eyes dark, lips pressed in the tightest line.

“Don’t start.” Renjun walks past him into the bedroom to grab the blanket that’s crumpled up at the bottom of the bed.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” Haechan barks.

Walking past him again, Renjun heads for the couch. Closing the curtains to prevent the morning sun from disrupting the sleep he was hoping to get, he settles himself down on the couch.

“Does it matter? They are her friends. Did you think you were going to keep her hostage this whole trip? She needs to relax. We all need to relax.”

“Communication is key y’know.” Haechan hovers over Renjun’s face. “You can’t make decisions like this all on your own.”

“You’re talking as if we’re in some kind of fucked up relationship.”

Snickering, Haechan bends down to Renjun’s ear. “Aren’t we?”

“No. We aren’t. I’m not in a relationship with her and neither are you.”

“Yet you keep making decisions for the three of us. No funny business, while we had a sexy woman nude in front of us. When the whole time you were seconds from combusting. At the movies last night, you wouldn’t even let me sit next to her. You had her sitting next to the damn wall, and then had Charlotte and Sasha next to her!” His voice grows louder. “Now, this! What other decisions are you going to start making? Telling her what she can and cannot wear? What she can and cannot eat?!”

“Will you shut up?!” Renjun growls. “I’m not doing anything a decent human being wouldn’t do! I thought for one single day she could be with her friends while on this trip. We can hang with Jeno and Jaemin and just let what happened yesterday simmer down. Knowing you, you would have kept her in this damn room the whole trip! I get it, you love her. You want to fuck her, but she needs to breathe! We need to breathe! Let her have this day to be with her friends.”

“L-Love?!” Haechan moves away slightly. “I…” He shakes his head. “Look! You can’t just make all the important decisions on your own. Didn’t you see her face when you told her? She was confused. She was left out of a decision about HER! Why didn’t you ask if she wanted to spend time with her friends? Maybe they already scheduled some time to meet up. No. You made that decision for her.”

“Just go back to sleep…” Renjun whines pulling the blanket over his face. “We’ll talk about this later. I’m tired from all the shitty movies you made us watch.”

“You had the option to leave.” Haechan mutters.

“I also had the option to call security and have you kicked out of the room, but I chose not to start a fight with you.”

Poking Renjun’s forehead, Haechan pouts. “When will they be back?”

“Later.” He swats Haechan’s hand away.

“When?!” He whines.

“When they feel like coming back. Also, we’re bunking in the room you and Charlotte got. They’re going to have a sleep over here.” Landing a hard punch to Renjun’s arm Haechan storms off slamming the door shut to the bedroom. “Such a baby…” he sighs rubbing his arm.

Pouting he snuggles under the blanket you claimed as yours during the night. The lightest fragrance of your lotion still lingering against the fabric. “I miss her too…” he whispers to himself.

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“So, what exactly are we doing today?” You ask Charlotte. The three of you settling down on the small shuttle bus. “I mean, from the window up in the room it looks like a shopping plaza. I can’t think they’d have a lot to do there.”

“Oh, you’re right. It’s a small little area, but they have some shops we can check out. We’ll have breakfast, shop, lunch, and then I figured we can come back here and chill by the lake. Get some sun, go swimming.”

“That sounds amazing,” you slide down into the seat your body relaxing instantly.

“We also booked a spa day, well, a spa evening.” Sasha giggles. “Seems like every other girl booked it during the day, so we have the late shift. BUT! I’m sure it will help us relax after swimming, so it’s all good.”

“Did I ever mention how much I love the two of you?”

Charlotte thinks for a second, teasing you. “Well, it has been an awfully long time wouldn’t you say so, Sasha?” Sasha nods her lips turning into a pout. “I think you’re long overdue.”

“Well, I love you both sooooooooo much!!”

Laughing the three of you settle down for the short twenty-minute ride into town. Eager to see what stores they have; you check your purse for your wallet to make sure you have enough money.

“Oh, I forgot,” Charlotte takes your wallet from your purse. “I’ve been instructed to keep this from you.”

Gasping you try to reach for your wallet before it’s completely out of your reach but Charlotte is too quick for you.

“What the hell?” You gawk at her.

“Sorry,” she puts your wallet in her purse. “Renjun instructed me specifically to keep your wallet with me.”

“Renjun? What do you mean he instructed?”

Leaning forward in the seat next to you, Sasha giggles. “He’s paying for everything you get today.”

“What? Why would he do that?”

“He said that he wanted to treat you to a day of luxury. I think it’s his way of saying he totally wants to be your man,” Charlotte wiggles her brows.

“My man?” You whisper your face heating up.

“Seems like he wants to show you he will take care of you if the two of you were dating. Wish a guy did that for me…” Sasha pouts.

“I mean it’s nice but I can pay for things myself…” you go for your phone pulling it out to send Renjun a thank you but no thank you message when Sasha snatches your phone. “What the —"

“Renjun’s worried that Haechan will try to find some way to get into contact with you and ruin the ‘relaxation day.’”

Sighing, your arms cross tightly over your chest. “Well, he’s thought of everything now, hasn’t he?” You mumble annoyed.

“I mean is he wrong?” Charlotte asks Sasha. Holding up your phone Sasha shows you the few messages from Haechan.

When will you be back? I can’t believe Renjun did this without you knowing. I miss you already. Please don’t stay out too long. Be safe. Don’t talk to strangers. I hate Renjun right now...

She reads off the messages. Pouting you try to reach for your phone, but once again like your wallet your friends are playing keep away.

“Not so fast,” Charlotte grabs your arm. “Haechan can survive a day without you. I’m actually shocked. What the hell happened yesterday?” She whispers. “I mean after he dragged you off after tug-of-war, I didn’t see you at all until lunch.”

“He wrapped my hands up in the bathroom and we talked.” You shrug keeping what truly happened a secret.

“Does he, you know…” Sasha pushes. “Like you?”

“I think that’s clear as day Sasha.” Charlotte sighs. “How does Renjun feel about this? I mean he’s clearly stating his feelings. I can’t imagine he’s very happy having to share you with his best friend. Why did Haechan even intervene?”

“I don’t know what’s going on. Everything has moved so fast. I mean just two days ago they were both strangers to me. Now,” you groan. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“Do you like them both?” Sasha asks.

“Yeah, a lot,” you confess. “They’re so different. Haechan is like fire. He’s unexpected. He takes risks obviously,” you look at Charlotte a burning coming to your cheeks. “With Renjun,” a loving sigh leaves you. “He’s like air. He can be soft and gentle but then switch it up. We, uh, kissed on the bus,” you look at Sasha bashfully. “It was very unexpected, but so hot!”

“Eh?! You two kissed already?” Sasha leans forward eager to hear more.

“Jeno and Jaemin were staring at them for the longest time while they were kissing,” Charlotte laughs. “I think Jeno was two seconds from joining in with how he was staring at you. But, for real girl, it was downright sexy! Even I couldn’t help but watch.”

Your face burning up now, you shift in your seat. Not knowing if it was a good idea or not to let Sasha and Charlotte in on your escapades yesterday, you start to fidget. It wouldn’t harm anyone if they knew what happened. Hell, two years ago, Charlotte slept with the guy she was rooming with and gave a complete play by play of what happened. So perhaps…

“I, uh, well, Renjun also surprised me yesterday.”

“What happened yesterday?” Charlotte tries to get you to continue but the bus stops at the small plaza. “Shit, okay, we’ll go and get some food. Don’t think for a second, I’m letting you off the hook.”

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“Are the two of you just going to sit here and stare at your phones the whole time?” Jaemin sighs loudly from the bed he was sharing with Jeno, while Haechan and Renjun were on the other bed. “I mean I thought you came down here to hang.”

“Thought we were hanging,” Haechan rolls over onto his back, his arm dangling off the side of the bed – his phone firmly in his grasp.

“You’re just staring at your phones. What expecting a call or something?” Jaemin asks.

“Where are the girls? Is that why you’re here? Did you get kicked out of the room?” Jeno chuckles.

Haechan smacks Renjun’s arm. “Yeah, this idiot decided upon himself to send the hottest woman in our office off with her friends for a ‘girl’s day.’” He uses air quotes. “A day of relaxation because apparently, she needs it… or whatever. Hanging out with us is too stressful for her. A bunch of bullshit if you ask me. She’s off doing whatever with Sasha and Charlotte and whenever they come back, they’re having a slumber party. So, I’m stuck with him for the whole fucking day! We could have slept in, spent the morning with her, fooled around – nope, not with this guy. He sends the only reason we have to stay in bed away!”

“I didn’t send her away!” Renjun argues.

Scoffing Haechan retorts, “yeah, you did.”

“I thought I would be a nice person and give her a chance to hang out with her friends. Is that so wrong? She would have done that anyway what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that you planned all of this without talking to us about it. What if I had something planned today that I wanted to do with her? What if it was something like going to the lake for a swim and just to have fun? Huh? Well, that would have been thrown out because you didn’t communicate what you were thinking. No, Prince Charming, just does whatever the fuck he feels like. Doesn’t care about anyone else but himself.”

“I did nothing wrong!”

Jeno and Jaemin look between the two of them. Never before have they seen this much hostility between Haechan and Renjun. Renjun normally getting annoyed easily, but able to recover just as quickly. Haechan, the major shit starter, knowing which buttons to push and which ones not to in regards to his best friend, but this was much deeper.

Putting the video game he was playing on pause, Jeno sighs. “What’s really going on?”

“Nothing. Everything is fine.” Renjun answers quickly, but his eyes are glued to his phone.

Jaemin gets up from the bed he was sitting on and sits next to Renjun. “If everything is fine, why are you looking at your phone for the umpteenth time since you came down here? We all know you like her. It’s okay to have wanted her to spend time with her friends, but if you miss her, just tell her.”

Closing his eyes in defeat, Renjun places his phone on the coffee table between the two beds. “I can’t.” He mumbles.

“Why not?” Jaemin asks.

“I might have told Charlotte to keep her phone away from her today so she can fully relax.”

“WHAT?!” Haechan pops up, his hair sticking up at different angles. “Why the fuck did you do something stupid like that? It’s her damn phone! What if someone in her family tried to contact her?!”

“Look!” Renjun turns, his face already turning a light pink as his anger starts to build. “I was doing it so you wouldn’t bother her. How many texts have you sent since she’s left? Huh? I swear you keep typing something out every two seconds!”

“For your information I’ve only sent about,” he looks down at his phone at the plethora of messages he’s sent. “Look, who gives a shit how many I’ve sent. At least I’m not afraid to say I miss her! Why would you do something this stupid? Even you miss her!”

“Sorry, Renjun,” Jeno shakes his head. “I’m with Haechan on this one. Having Charlotte hold onto her phone just because you think Haechan is going to act like a lovesick puppy, though he is, was a dumb idea.” He laughs. “I get it, you want to seem like the mature one, but even you look lost without her. What the fuck happened between the three of you. I haven’t seen you,” he points to Haechan, “act like this because of a chick before, and you,” he nods in Renjun’s direction. “Well, considering this is the first person you’ve shown interest in, why would you be dumb enough to send her away? Shouldn’t you have asked her out on a date or something? Spend the day with her?”

“How the hell would I do that with him around?” He points to Haechan. “I bet I wouldn’t have a moments peace if I tried!”

“I’m not a dick, if you wanted to go on a date, go on a fucking date!” Haechan smirks. “I’d just make sure she had a better time with me.”

“What? By fucking her every two seconds?!”

Snickering Haechan shrugs. “If she wants to fuck, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Renjun turns from him disgusted, “you make me sick.”

“Awe baby, what’s wrong?” Haechan wraps his arms around his shoulders. “Feeling left out?”

“Get off of me!”

“Okay, fine, I’ll let you join us because I’m a good sport. I’ll even let you fuck her first.” He kisses Renjun’s cheek chuckling.

“You think you’re the only one she wants, don’t you?” Renjun questions him, his voice low and menacing. “You’re not!” He stands, his face bright red. Hands in a tight fist. “Was she on her knees in front of you begging to suck your –”

“Renjun!” Jaemin stops him.

“What?! I’m so fucking sick and tired of him acting like he’s the only one who can have a girl beg for him.”

“What happens between you and her should stay between the two of you,” Jaemin sighs. “And you,” he plucks Haechan on the forehead. “Stop trying to antagonize him.”

“Are we really not going to talk about what Renjun almost said?” Jeno smirks. “Wouldn’t mind knowing what the office’s sweetheart is like in –”

“ENOUGH!” Jaemin shouts. “Everyone out!” He points to the door. “We’re getting out of here and getting some fresh air. Maybe then the two of you will get your shit together.”

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Your phone goes off again, the familiar ding making Charlotte roll her eyes, once more. She reaches into her pocket checking to make sure that the message wasn’t from someone in your family or your roommate. When she sees it’s another message from Haechan she shoves the phone back into her pocket.

“What did you do to this man?” She smacks your arm. “I never would have pictured Haechan as the clingy type.”

Giggling you pull out a shirt from the rack you were interested in. “Getting a look into what a relationship with Haechan would be like?”

“I think I would throw my phone into the ocean by now just to get a moments rest. By the way, he said he really really really hates Renjun now.”

Putting the shirt back on the rack you turn in her direction. “What happened?”

Shrugging she waves off your concern. “They’re grown men they can figure things out on their own.”

“I asked Jaemin if everything is okay,” Sasha whispers next to you. “She said that Haechan found out you haven’t been getting his messages.”

Sighing you nod your head. “May I see your phone for a second?” You ask her.

“Charlotte will kill me if you she catches you!” She shakes her head eyes wide.

“Please, Sasha. I just want to send a message out to the two of them. What if they start fighting? I don’t want that to happen.”

Groaning Sasha forks over her phone. “You have five minutes before she gets suspicious. Here,” she hands you a shirt. “Say you’re trying this on.”

“Thanks, Sasha!” Rushing to the changing room, you pass Charlotte on the way. “Be back, just trying this on.” You tell her when she looks up startled.

“Try this on too,” she hands you a dress. “This looks super cute, I’m sure the boys will love it,” she winks.

“Okay,” you take the dress heading to the changing room.

Closing and locking the door you drop the clothes down on the bench before firing off a quick message to Jaemin.

Jaemin! I’ve asked to borrow Sasha’s phone. Please tell Renjun and Haechan that I’m fine and not to fight with each other. We’re shopping right now and will be back at the hotel soon. Also, tell Renjun that he shouldn’t have said he would pay for everything for me. I appreciate the gesture, but he really shouldn’t have. I’m going to pay him back in full once I get my wallet back. And please, tell Haechan to stop annoying Charlotte with all the messages. I miss both of them, so please tell them that, but I think she’s about to break my phone soon if he keeps texting. Thank you Jaemin! I owe you one!

“You done? Let me see the dress.” Charlotte knocks on the door.

“Uh, hold on,” you strip off your shirt as fast as you can and slip the dress on over your jeans. Pulling it down over your hips you fix it as best as you can before opening the door, not forgetting to hide Sasha’s phone under the shirt you were wearing. “Okay, what do you think?” You ask stepping out.

“I think you’re busted, hand it over.” Charlotte holds out her hand.

You gulp. “Wh-What?”

“First of all,” she steps forward. “You hate it when I pick out clothes for you. Never in all the years we’ve been friends have you willing agreed to try on anything I’ve picked out. Second, Sasha keeps fidgeting and looking towards the changing rooms. Finally, I asked her what the time was and she looked at the clock hanging on the wall instead of her phone. So, hand it over.” She holds out her hand.

“Don’t get mad at Sasha, okay?” You ask stepping into the changing room. “I just wanted to get a message out to the guys.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she says annoyed. “Just hand over the phone.”

“C-Can’t I wait for Jaemin’s reply?” Crossing her arms, Charlotte starts tapping her foot. Her lips pursing together so tightly they disappear. “Fine…” You sigh handing over Sasha’s phone.

“So, which one of them have you fucked?” She asks you.

“WHAT?!” You scream.

Freaking out Charlotte waves her hands in front of you. “Quiet down, will ya? It was a simple question.”

“Simple question? What makes you think I slept with either of them?”

“I’ve never seen you so emotionally invested in anyone this quick. Even with Mar –” she stops herself when your eyes start to cloud over. “Even with… you know who, you kept your distance for the longest time. Is what happened with Haechan on the bus the reason you’re like this?”

“N-No!” You exhale deeply sitting on the bench in the changing room. “I just want to make sure that they won’t kill each other, okay? Renjun, I know wants us to spend time together alone. That’s what we agreed on when I was sitting next to him on the bus. He showed me all the different activities we can do while here and he looked so excited. For once, I thought I might see the outside of the hotel room, but with Haechan...” You snicker, “I think the only thing I’ll see is the inside of the hotel room.”

“You really like them both don’t you?” Charlotte sits down next to you.

“So much,” you run a hand through your hair. “Yesterday, after lunch, when Haechan came up to see the room,” she nods. “Well, I was actually planning on taking a bath. Well, I wanted to attempt to take a bath,” you correct yourself.

“Wait, what?” She whips her head in your direction. “Don’t tell me that…no wait…what?!”

Looking away from her embarrassed by what you’re about to say you fiddle with your fingers. “Things might have escalated rather quick and all three of us might have fooled around but nothing like…sex sex happened. Just like…oral and stuff...” you mumble at the end.

“Did they do anything with…each oth –”

“No.” You stop her before she continues. “I um, helped Haechan and Renjun helped me and then I helped Renjun,” you confess.

Leaning in she gives you a good sniff her eyes squinting. “Well, you don’t reek like you haven’t bathed in a while.”

Pushing her away you laugh. “I did get a bath, it was just, things went a different direction. Honestly, I thought that it was just going to be Renjun and I, but then Haechan invited himself up to the room. He wanted to fool around on the bed, but I mentioned a bath. All of a sudden, I’m sitting in the tub naked, Haechan’s undressing and joining me –”

“Haechan was in the bath with you?!” Charlotte stares at you doe-eyed. “Wh-What the fuck did you do in a past life to end up with my Adonis in a bath with you?” Her lips start trembling. “I hate you so much right now.”

“I mean, I will give you a little hint,” you lean into her whispering everything you feel is appropriate to share about Haechan’s physique with her. Hearing a loud gulp, you pull back to find her cheeks flushed. “I hope this satisfies your curiosity for a while.”

“I would kill to see Haechan standing in front of me his dick ready to be –”

“Is everything okay back here?” The salesclerk pops up out of nowhere scaring both you and Charlotte.

“Y-Yes, everything is fine. Sorry about that,” you stand up.

“You look so beautiful,” she praises you, her hands going up to her cheeks for added effect.

“Uh, thank you,” you side-eye Charlotte who’s trying to keep her laughter in. You were not beautiful. The color Charlotte picked out is your least favorite color and your least flattering color. Glancing back at the salesclerk and how she’s singing praises about the fit and style, she must work on commission. “Actually, I’m thinking about something else. Do you have outfits for let’s say a romantic dinner?”

“Yes, we should have some,” she giggles gesturing to you and Charlotte. “I think the two of you make such a cute couple.”

“Eh?!” You squeak. “We’re no –”

Charlotte wraps her arm around your shoulders. “She’s the love of my life. Can’t believe it’s already been a whole year since she said she’d be mine,” Charlotte kisses your cheek.

“Ah! Stop it!” The salesclerk blushes. “I’ll pull out some outfits I’m sure you’ll love, and you too.” She winks at Charlotte before taking her leave.

“I hate you,” you whisper.

“Love you too, babe!” She nudges you. “So, what exactly are you planning? Thinking about asking one of the guys out on a romantic date?” She wiggles her brows.

“Something like that.” You hold out your hand. “So, may I please have my wallet back?”

Rolling her eyes, Charlotte grabs her purse and digs out your wallet. “This is just because of your wonderful description of my Adonis.”

“Thanks!” You lean in kissing her cheek. “Oh, I also forgot,” you whisper the rest of what happened even giving her a bit of insight about Renjun.

“Holy Shit!! Take your phone and call those two!” She shoves your phone into your hand. “No wonder Haechan is chomping at the bit.”

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Renjun wipes his brow. The blazing sun blaring down on his skin. “How long are we going to stay out here?” He whines.

“Seriously?” Haechan looks back at his friend who looks like he two seconds from keeling over. “We haven’t even walked that far.”

“I know that, but I just,” he whispers. “I wanted to go on a hike with her, not you guys...” he rolls his eyes.

Jeno and Jaemin stop walking. “That’s why you’re acting like a baby?” Jeno asks. “Dude you can still go on a hike with her. Hell, you’ll at least be able to figure your way around the path now instead of getting not only yourself lost but her too.”

Sighing Renjun kicks a small rock off to the side. “I just had an idea planned out and now…I don’t know,” he shrugs.

“What, you don’t want to take her to see the scenery now?” Haechan asks.

“It’s not that. I just… I wanted to experience it for the first time with her. I don’t want to have already seen it. I wanted it to be shocking for both of us.”

“I mean this is the intermediate course, so the view won’t be as grand as the harder one. Perhaps go on that one?” Jaemin suggests. “Or do you seriously want us to head back to the hotel?”

“There’s other things the two of you can do,” Jeno chimes in. “Why not rent a boat and have some time alone on the lake? I’m sure that’ll be nice as well.”

Nodding, Renjun keeps quiet. Haechan looks at the uncharted path then back to his friend. A loud groan comes from him as he marches his way towards Renjun. Ignoring Jaemin’s warning glare he wraps his arm around Renjun’s shoulders.

“Come on, let’s find something else to do.” He starts to lead everyone back down the path. “If this is what he wants to do with his little girlfriend we shouldn’t ruin it.”

“Girlfriend?” Renjun looks up shocked by Haechan’s words.

“What? You don’t want her to be your girlfriend?”

“No, it’s just, I mean…”

“Just because I said it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen,” he teases. “Especially with me as your rival.” He winks. “I’m pretty awesome so, you know, might as well give you a little hope, but not too much.”

“Fuck you, Haechan.” Renjun chuckles.

“Wait! Stop!” Jaemin calls out. “I just got a text,” he quickly scans it over chuckling. “Okay, so I’m supposed to tell the two of you that your little girlfriend is fine. Also,” his eyes widen. “Renjun, did you say that you were going to pay for whatever she was going to buy today?” He looks up flabbergasted.

Nodding Renjun points to Haechan. “I figured we’d split it.”

“EH?!!!” Haechan pulls away from him. “When the fuck did, we, agree to that?”

“When you decided to interfere with my relationship.” Renjun smirks. “Figured until a decision is made, we’d split the costs.”

Shaking his head, Haechan throws his hands in the air. “Unbelievable…” He goes up to Jaemin peeking to see the rest of the message. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, stop texting her or she won’t have a phone anymore. Charlotte has her phone and is getting pissed.” Turning away Haechan mumbles curses under his breath. “Also, she misses you both.”

Nodding, Renjun fights back a smile. “Glad she’s having fun.” He turns away chuckling lightly.

“Yeah, especially on our dime.” Haechan growls. “If I knew battling for the woman I liked would have me paying for a shopping spree the second day of our non-existent relationship, I may have considered keeping my mouth shut.”

“And your dick in your pants,” Renjun rolls his eyes.

Scoffing Haechan pushes Renjun playfully. “You’re one to talk. Busting at the seams yesterday and still trying to be chivalrous.”

“It’s called self-control. You should learn it,” he teases. Just then both of their phones go off. Looking down Renjun’s eyes widen at the picture you’ve just sent him. Gulping he looks up to see Haechan with the same look on his face. “D-Did you get?” He asks.

“Yeah…” he licks his lips. “Why did she send us this?”

“What did she send?” Jeno rushes over. “Damn,” he grabs Haechan’s phone. “I mean, holy shit… didn’t think she was that hot, but for real,” he turns the phone to Jaemin. “Want to throw our hats in the ring?” He jokes.

Jaemin takes Haechan’s phone his eyes quickly darting away from the screen. “She has enough on her plate with these two,” he clears his throat.

Another round of dings has the guys huddling around. Picture after picture, you send Haechan and Renjun dress options. With the message:

So, which one should I get? Your choice. xoxoxo

“Pick the first one,” Jeno suggests. “The red one is the best.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jaemin shoves his friend away. “The red one made her look like a prostitute. The blue one is pretty. It’s classy as well.”

“Boring! The red one is perfect! Easy to get off…”

“Blue!”

“Red!”

“Blue!”

Another ding goes off but this time Renjun and Haechan both bring their phones up to their chests. “Uh, w-we should get back to the hotel.” Renjun clears his throat.

“What? Why? What did the message say? Was it another dress?” Jaemin asks intrigued by their looks of terror.

“No, not exactly,” Haechan shoves his phone in his pocket. “But, yeah, we should get back.”

“What was it?” Jeno asks.

“She said that they were heading back soon. They’re going to go swimming in the lake. Said we can join too if we want. That’s all.” Renjun starts walking away, Haechan following suit.

Jeno and Jaemin watch as their two friends quickly make their way down the hill. Almost seeming as though they were racing to see who could reach the bottom first. Both their brows raising, knowing smiles on their faces.

“Nude pic?” Jeno asks.

“Nah, most likely bra and panties,” he chuckles.

“Bet you $200 it’s a nude.”

Smirking Jaemin sighs. “Fine. I’ll take you up on that bet. Don’t cry when you lose though.”

“I’m not going to lose. The red dress just screamed, ‘fuck me.’ She knew exactly what she was doing when she sent that picture. The angle, how you could see her breasts and that sweet smile. Yeah, she knew that they would react. If I knew she was like that, I would have thrown my hat in the ring years ago. She always seemed so…proper y’know? Like she wouldn’t be a freak in bed.”

Nodding Jaemin starts down the path behind Haechan and Renjun. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I guess it’s true what they say. Watch out for the quiet ones. She may not be loud like Charlotte, but if she has those two wrapped around her finger, she must be one hell of a woman.”

Jeno nods in agreement. “Especially for Haechan to act like this. I’ve never seen him interested in anyone seriously. Just a one-night stand to scratch the itch. Now, I’m thinking he may actually want to date her.”

“Haechan,” Jaemin sighs. “I know you may not have noticed since the two of you weren’t that close in the beginning, but Haechan’s always looked at her. I never asked him about it. I figured he’d just say ‘what, can’t a man look around and play the field?’ So, I didn’t bother. But when she was dating Marcus. I don’t know. He changed. He started sleeping around a lot. He would glare in their direction. He seemed pissed for no reason since Marcus was a great guy. I remember Haechan even hanging out with him a couple of times.

“When she and Marcus separated everything stopped. He seemed lighter. The Christmas Party when he was going to talk to her, he looked terrified. He never gets like that. Nervous yeah. Cocky, absolutely, but never terrified. Seemed like he really wanted her to say yes to him. And when she threw it back at him, he looked like he was kicked in the gut, but at the same time happy.”

Jeno gasps. “So, he’s liked her this whole time?”

Shrugging Jaemin watches Renjun and Haechan talking. “Maybe…”

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“I can’t believe you went and bought those dresses,” Sasha shakes her head giggling in the elevator.

“Why can’t you believe it? We have a bit of time here and I’m sure I’ll be hanging out in the evenings with them. I want to look my best.”

Charlotte nudges you, “admit it, you wanted to get the ball rolling. The ones you picked out, I mean, you looked amazing, but it’s not the type of dresses for an elegant dinner at a fancy restaurant.”

“Yes, they are!” You pout holding onto your bags. “I wouldn’t pick out dresses that make me look like a whore! No matter which ones they picked I would still have the last say. Plus, I liked them. And I do want to have a nice evening with them…”

“I don’t want to bring this up since it’s controversial,” Sasha lowers her voice as if there were other people than the three of you in the elevator. “But, what would you do if the guys want you to pick who you want to be with and you can’t choose which one you want – like you like them equally?”

“Are you trying to ask her about dating both of them?” Charlotte snorts. “Sasha, really?”

She shrugs. “What? I saw this guy on a game show say that he had a wife and that they have a girlfriend and all live together.”

“Wait, what?” You ask brows knitted together. “How is that even possible?”

“She’s talking about polyamorous relationships,” Charlotte waves her hand in your direction. “It’s a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. I’ve heard them talking about the relationships. ‘I have a lot of love to give.’ ‘Why can’t I be with the people that I love?’ ‘I love both men and women, why do I have to choose one at a time?’ If you ask me, it’s people trying to make polygamy a ‘thing’ and get away with it by calling it something else.” She sighs. “Don’t get me wrong, if I was younger, I may have given it the ole college try, but I’m happy with Richard. I don’t need another man and I certainly don’t need another woman coming into the relationship and possibly fucking everything up.

“What happens if you and your partner were happy for years. Like you walked down the aisle, said your vows, had children with each other – then one of you meets someone and says to your partner ‘hey babe, not that I’m unhappy with you, but I’d like to add this person into the mix?’”

The doors open and Charlotte storms out. “It’s ridiculous. If you want to fuck around with a bunch of people then go ahead and do that. Why enter a relationship?”

“I think it’s more like a non-written contract that everyone involved understands the dynamic. You are with the only people that you say you’re going to be with. I’m only assuming that getting health checkups are a thing as to not pass around any diseases. At least I hope so…” Sasha interjects. “Like the husband and wife are together. They’re married, but the woman is both of their girlfriend. Obviously, the wife was also interested in women and I believe she was the one who fell in love with the woman first. Then, brought it up to her husband.”

Cackling Charlotte shakes her head. “So, a man gets two women now? Good for him. How amazing. He gets to soil his oats two times over. I know plenty of men who wouldn’t bat an eye to that. But, let’s switch it up. If the husband fell in love with another woman, and you were like, well, I do like women as well so why not? And you come home after a long day at work, your feet tired and aching and all you want to do is cuddle on the couch with your hubby only to hear your husband and your girlfriend fucking each other? WITHOUT YOU!” Charlotte growls. “Pisses me off just thinking about it.”

“Have you been in that type of relationship?” You ask Sasha while Charlotte continues to go off on a tirade.

Sighing Sasha shakes her head. “It didn’t last long,” she whispers so Charlotte can’t hear. “It was right after high school, when I was in college. I really liked this guy and he was everything I wanted in a man. A true gentleman. Opened up doors for me, pulled out my seat and waited till I sat down. Paid for our meals when we went out. He even came over when I was sick and took care of me.

“I thought he was going to be the one, y’know?” You nod gently. “But then one day, he calls me up saying that he needs to talk to me. At first a million things were swirling around in my head. I thought, is he going to pop the question? Are we breaking up? Did I do something wrong? What’s going on? My heart was beating so fast when I met up with him. But he told me that he was in love with me. That he can see us going all the way down the aisle.” Her face starts to light up.

“You have no idea how happy I was. Honestly, if we got married, I may not have worked here at all. He eventually moved clear across the country and I would have followed him to the ends of the earth. I loved him so much, but he springs up that he was also in love with another man. I had no idea he was bisexual. It never occurred to me. I didn’t know what to say or think. He showed me pictures of the guy and said that he wanted to talk to me before making any moves. He said the man he was interested in liked women as well and wanted to meet me.”

“What did you do?” You ask mouth hanging open in shock.

“I met up with the guy. I mean, I didn’t think he was being serious at first. I was just so shocked. When I did see the guy in person,” she blushes. “When I say he was gorgeous, I mean damn, he was hot. Gorgeous tan skin, dark pitch-black hair, piercing blue eyes. He looked like he came out of one of those young adult novels. Everything about him made me want to, well,” she fans herself. “Let’s just say I said yes, but only on a trial basis. I told them both I’ve never been in a relationship like that before and I don’t want to say yes or no without at least experiencing what it could be like.

“They understood and we moved into an apartment off campus. For a year we lived together and it was nice. I mean really nice,” she wiggles her brows. “I had two men who treated me like a queen and I treated them like kings. There was never jealousy amongst us if we ended up sleeping with the other and one of us wasn’t around.”

“But obviously, things didn’t work out?”

She shakes her head, “no it didn’t.” Charlotte opens up the door to her room to grab some of her belongings for the slumber party, spa, and lake. “I came home one day to find both of them sitting at the table together with this strange look on their faces. I greeted them both with a kiss and that’s when they told me they were interested in adding another person.”

“Another person?!” You gasp. “Wh-Who?!”

“Another woman. Mr. Talk dark and handsome, fell in love with this girl who I’ll admit is beautiful, but she just rubbed me wrong. When I met her, I just had this feeling that soon I would be the odd one out. I told them I didn’t want to add someone else. We argued, said a few things, and I left. It really hurt. I loved both of them so much, but that girl…” Sasha rolls her eyes. “She just felt like a bitch and I don’t deal with women like that. Plus, I wasn’t exactly open to sleep with a girl. I’ve never been attracted to women. I don’t care if someone is attracted to women, it’s just, I’ve always liked men.”

Nodding you give Sasha a big hug, “I’m sorry you went through that. Why didn’t you tell us?”

She shrugs chuckling nervously. “Not something you just talk about freely. People judge relationships like ours easily as I’m sure you can tell,” she gestures to Charlotte who was packing an overnight bag. “I get it. It’s not for everyone. I don’t think I’d do it again, but with you,” she nudges you. “I can tell you like them both equally. It’s the same look I had on my face when I was around my guys. I didn’t bring up the polyamorous thing to sway you into doing something you don’t want to. I just wanted to let you know of a possible option.”

“D-Do you think I should give it a try?”

“I think that is something you need to talk about with Haechan and Renjun individually and then all together. I’m not going to say its cupcakes and rainbows. Someone, like myself, may end up getting hurt. You may end up getting hurt or one of them might. That is something you need to know when you enter these kinds of relationships. Then again, you may be able to have your cake and eat it too,” she laughs.

“If you were in my position –” you start but she shakes her head.

“I’m not. I can’t and I won’t influence you. We have two more days here. Just feel things out. It’s no pressure.”

Nodding you move away from the door when Charlotte comes out in a much happier mood. Heading over to Sasha’s room you can’t help but think about her words. What would being in a relationship with both Haechan and Renjun be like?

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It’s a Love-Hate Thing

characters: frat boy!hawks x f!reader, brief mentions of mirko and members of the LOV

genre: smut. nsfw. 18+

notes/warnings: frat!au, college!au, hate-sex, degradation, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, mentions of political science (deffo the scariest thing in here), swearing uuuuh lmk if i forgot anything

words: 3.6k

If someone were to ask you how you ended up here, you would have bitterly pointed towards your now drunk roommate, Rumi. She had spent two hours begging you to accompany her to Lambda Omega Vi’s biggest party of the year: their post-rush celebration. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you had an avid hatred for greek life, the LOV’s ‘brothers’ were renoundedly the douchiest boys on campus.

Yet, Rumi had pleaded with you, and bargained with dish duty. If you went, she would do all of the dishes for a month. She knew as soon as your eyes narrowed and head titled that she had you. After some fluttered lashes and a sweet pout, it was a done deal. And, damn, were you pissed.

You stood in the corner of a musty, bare living room. There was something bassy and synthetic pumping through a large speaker, and sweaty bodies mingled in the middle of the room. From the sidelines, you played a little game you had made up after your first quarter on campus.

That one is Shiggy; his lips were always chapped, and skin always parched, yet there was always a gorgeous girl attached to his arm. Jin was running the game of beer pong; people around school called him Twice, but the stories always varied as to how that name originated (you heard it was ‘cuz he gave the same girl an STD twice). As your eyes flitted around the room, your face contorted in displeasure. The LOV really was the bottom of the barrel.

That’s when you saw him. The bane of your fucking existence. Keigo fuckin’ Takami. What a prick. You had the displeasure of meeting Keigo in your second quarter Intro to Political Thought class. It was a large lecture, and you sat in the back, making sure to keep at least a few seats between you and the nearest person. You were only taking this class as a GE, and had no interest in making friends with the poli sci majors. Of course, when Keigo came in, he plopped down in the seat right next to yours. His knee bumped yours and he had a sleazy smirk on his face.

He did that every lecture-bumped into you, lazily grinning and never saying a word unless it looked like you were about to get up and move. Then he would need a pencil, despite the one sitting on top of his notebook, or he’d ask for a piece of gum, or ask you to catch him up on the reading he didn’t do. Thus, you were trapped with him for a painful ten weeks. As the quarter progressed, so did his shameless fuckboy behavior. No matter how scathingly you shut him down, he was on you like a fungus.

When you had found out he was part of the LOV, it made everything click. Some girl had come up to him during one of your last lectures, batting her eyelashes, and when you heard her call him Hawks oh so sweetly, you didn’t let him live it down. Every time you saw him it was, hey Hawky, you absolute dumbass. He simply played along, calling you princess and his little dove with a dazzling smile each time. And fuck if it didn’t make you want to bash your head against a wall.

Thus, this is what your relationship became; any chance meetings across campus after that first class together consisted of his shameless flirting and your anti-fraternity war, which always inevitably turned into more bickering. Others would snicker when they witnessed the two of you, resulting in your heads whipping around to face whoever it was, sure to make a point of letting them know just how much you couldn’t stand each other.

So here you were, glaring at him from across his living room, while his arm was thrown around some wasted sorority girl. You nursed your cup of spiked punch, wincing at the cheap alcohol with every sip you took . Then, Keigo caught your gaze. Your eyes locked with his for far too long, but you weren’t going to back down first. Eyes narrowed, you worked your hardest to force all of your anger and hatred into your stare. But when he winked, you practically spit up your punch. You scoffed and flipped him off, turning away after drinking in his initial expression of shock.

Working your way into the kitchen, you smiled behind your cup. Damn, that felt good. Maybe it was petty, but fuck that guy. As you reached the chip bowl, you felt a hand curl around your wrist. You jumped in surprise, whipping around to see Rumi giggling and looking up at you.

“Hey (Y/N)! Hi. Ok, so I know I begged you to come with me, and I know you’re my ride. But um,” she glanced behind her and as your eyes followed her gaze, you understood what she was getting at. “I think I’m gonna uh, catch a ride with Dabi right now.” She was biting her lip, “I’ll still do the dishes for a month, I swear. And the good news is you can totally leave now!”

You sighed and nodded, muttering a just be safe and text me, then she was running off, jumping into who you assumed was Dabi’s arms. After watching them disappear, you went to dump the rest of the punch down the kitchen sink. No point in staying here any longer. Thankfully you had barely had anything to drink, so all that was left to do was grab your purse and get the hell out of here.

Up the stairs, second door on the left. That’s where your stuff should have been. Every time you had been to one of these parties, the hosting fraternity usually offered up a safe room for everyone to keep their belongings. This time it was someone’s bedroom, and when you walked in only to see your purse wasn’t where you had left it, panic began to rise in your throat. There was no way someone had taken it, right? Then, the door behind you shuts, the lock clicking.

“Looking for this, doll?”

Oh absolutely not. Keigo stood in front of the door, your purse dangling from his fingers, that same unbearable smirk on his face. You didn’t respond, instead crossing your arms and stalking over to where he stood. “You know, I didn’t really appreciate your little stunt earlier, (Y/N). I thought we were buds!” He was looking down at you, mock hurt across his face. The fact that he remembered your name made your pulse jump just the slightest.

“What the fuck do you want, Hawks?” You spat out the nickname, taking a step back from him so you could look him level in the eyes. He put your purse behind him and took a step closer.

“Aw, c’mon dove. You know I only like it when you use that special little nickname lovingly.” Keigo’s hand was on the back of his neck, and the display of bullshit modesty made you roll your eyes. In the back of your mind you were thinking how adorable he looked, but you shook those thoughts from your head.

“Keigo, I’m trying to go home, and I don’t understand what the fuck you think you’re doing in here, or what little game you think you’re playing, but you better get out of my way.” You were desperate to sound in control of the situation, but your voice had softened half way through. Of course he noticed, and he took another step towards you.

“I just wanted to see why you thought it would be cute to do me dirty like you did down there, dove. What could I have done to deserve being embarrassed like that in front of my guests, hm?” He imitated you, crossing his arms. His chest was puffed out a little, but he was still smirking at you

You attempted to make a snatch for your bag, but he was too quick.

“Tsk tsk tsk. C’mon now darlin’. Thought you were smarter than that.” His arms had shot out and caught hold of your shoulders. His grip was like steel, and you were starting to feel a little uneasy. He was staring down at you like he was a predator, and you were already a dead thing he had dragged into his den. “I think I’m gonna need an apology for all the trouble you’ve been causing me tonight, dove.” He was shoving you down, and your knees hit the rug on the floor with a thud.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You were looking up at him, his hands still on your shoulders keeping you against the floor. You despised the way his surprise show of strength forced heat to rush between your legs. One of his hands left your shoulder to cup your cheek, a finger hooked under your chin.

“I’m just doing something I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you last year. Don’t you think you could behave? Don’t you think you owe me some sort of apology?” Keigo was frowning now, gazing down at you through his lashes. Fuck, he was gorgeous. “Now be a good girl.” His hand cupped your face, thumb leaving your chin to trace your lips, while the other left your shoulder and started working on his pants.

“W-what are you-” You were cut off by Keigo shoving his thumb into your mouth, and when you let out a little hum, he beamed down at you. He was unzipping his jeans, doing his best to pull them down with one hand. It was then you noticed his cock hardening under his pants.

“Look at you, already cooing for me. Thought you were gonna give me a harder time than this, dove. What a slut.” He was mocking you, you were sure of it. Yet at his words your cunt clenched. Still, he was wrong; you were gonna give him a hard time. You bit down on his thumb, and he hissed. “Fuck, you really are a brat. Better not try that when I have my cock in that smart mouth of yours.”

He pulled his cock free from his boxers, and your eyes widened just the tiniest bit. He wasn’t particularly thick, but long, with just a hint of a curve. His cock was was throbbing, and he grabbed himself with the hand that was previously pulling down his pants.

When he squeezed himself, he tensed up and shuddered. “Alright dove, open up.” He slapped the head of his cock against your cheek, leaving a trail of precum. He tapped it again against your bottom lip when you refused to take his orders, and something about the obscenity of Keigo smacking your face with his cock had your mouth dropping open involuntarily.

“Good girl, I knew you had it in you to be a good girl for me.” Both his hands wrapped into the hair at the back of your head, and without a second of hesitation, he’s fucking your face.

His hips are thrusting lazily, and his cock is hitting the back of your throat. Your gagging and whimpering only seems to egg him on, and he pushes your face forward until your nose is against his pubic bone. You’re trying to fight the heat rising in your belly, but it’s no use. Impossibly, this is the hottest thing anyone has ever done to you.

“Aw, darlin’, look at you crying over how I fuck that smart little mouth of yours. Does it hurt? Feels so good for me, dove. Love watching you cry too.” You hadn’t even realized the tears falling from your eyes, too busy focusing on your breathing. While you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of Keigo in a sexual way, you definitely had never pictured anything like this. Yet, you were enjoying yourself almost as much as he was.

You glanced up at him, eyes watery and lashes heavy. His face was flushed pink, his lips parted and breath panting. He was holding you against him as if you two were glued together, practically grinding against your face, cock pulsating against your tongue. The whines falling from his lips were music to your ears; he was gasping and sputtering, hips moving a little bit more erratically. The wetness in your panties was growing, along with your frustration. There was no way he was going to cum just like that and leave you here to pick up the mess; there was no way you were gonna let him use you.

When your teeth gently grazed his cock and you started shimmying away from him, Keigo groaned, head falling and hands tugging on your hair. You pulled off of his cock with a pop, stood up, wiped your face of any tears, and pulled your fingers through your hair.

“Sorry, birdy, but I am gonna give you a hard time. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” You squirm around him while he’s trying to catch his breath to grab your purse. It’s almost in your clutches when you’re slammed against the door.

“Think I’m gonna let you leave just like that, dove?” His voice is hot in your ear, and his hands are holding yours above your head, pinning them to the wood of the door. “Think that being a brat is gonna keep me from taking what I want?” He presses his still bare, still throbbing cock against your ass.

You stifle the groan begging to be let out, instead opting to egg him further. “I think you’re a real piece of shit, Keigo. Just another no good, douchey frat boy.”

“Hm, yeah I bet you do. Doesn’t mean you’re not gonna let this douchey frat boy abuse that slutty pussy of yours though, right? Gonna let me take advantage of you even if you fuckin’ hate me, isn’t that right, dove?” He smells like body wash and faintly of beer, and his skin is burning everywhere it’s touching yours. At his filthy words you keen, and rut your ass against his cock. “Mmm, of course you are. All bark ‘nd no bite, huh?”

He puts both of your wrists in one of his hands, and lets the other wander down. His fingers graze your waist, pushing up the material of your t-shirt. Then he’s moving up, hand cupping your breasts, fingers grazing against your nipple through the thin material of your bra. You whine and continue pushing yourself against him, wanting more.

“God, you talk too much Keigo. Too scared to actually fuck me? I doubt you’d be able to make me cum. Bet most the girls you’ve been with have faked it-” You know what you’re doing is dangerous, but you’re already here so why not. Keigo lets out something akin to growl, rumbling from deep in his chest. He’s pulling your shirt over your bra, then tugging the skimpy material down under your breasts.

“Alright, now you’ve really pissed me off brat. I’m gonna make it so the only words you remember are my name and please.” He pinches a nipple, twisting the sensitive nub between his fingers, and bites down on your neck. A moan is pitching from the back of your throat when he brings his hand up from your tits, clamping it down over your mouth. “You’re not gonna make a god damn peep unless I give you permission to, dove. Now just fuckin’ behave and keep your hands up high like that for me.”

He releases the grip he had on your wrists, and you can already feel the bruises that will be covering them tomorrow. Suddenly he’s working on your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with minimal fumbling, and yanking your pants and panties down in one swift motion. Once they’re past your knees, and your ass is bare to him, he’s humming in approval, hand gliding over your cheeks, grabbing, kneading, pinching.

Finally, he’s running a finger across your slit, avoiding your clit, just barely fluttering past your hole, only touching your pussy enough to collect your wetness on his fingertips.

“Such a high and mighty attitude, but look at you princess. So wet, and I’ve barely touched you. All that just from sucking my cock?” You can feel yourself start to whine against his hand, wanting to shoot back some bitchy response, but when he hears your voice starting up in your throat, he shoves two fingers into your mouth. “Nuh uh, dove. Told you not a sound til’ I say so.”

Right as he says it, he pulls your hips back, giving himself the perfect angle to slam his cock into you. There was no warning, just his cock head suddenly kissing the entrance of your cunt and then the pleasurable stretch of being filled. His fingers shoved themselves backwards into your throat in time with his cock, as if to prevent you from even the littlest bit of noise at the intrusion.

The pace he sets is ruthless, and apart from his pants and whines, the only sound in the room is skin hitting skin as his hips fuck up against your ass. Your knees start to quake, and you paw at the door, relishing the cool feeling of the wood against your skin as compared to the heat of Keigo’s. Your pussy is fluttering; he’s hitting all these spots inside of you with minimal effort, and each time you clench around him he leans forward to press a kiss against your neck.

“Alright pretty girl, I’m gonna take my fingers outta that smart mouth now, and the only thing I wanna hear is how good I’m making you feel. Can tell by the way your sluttly little hole clenches around me that I’m makin’ you feel good, dove.”

As soon as his fingers leave your mouth your gasping and whimpering and making the prettiest noises Keigo’s ever heard. If only he could hear you like this more often, instead of you running your mouth at him. He let himself hold on to the musing; he would absolutely love to fuck the hatred you had for him right out of your body. Ain’t no time like the present.

He’s fucking you with more fervor now, in his mind he has a goal. Your head feels light as he eggs you on, practically begging you to use your words and tell him how good he’s making his little dove feel. God, every time he calls you that you’re practically seeing stars. Still, you don’t want to comply, to give him the satisfaction, but then his cock finds that weak spot inside of you and you’re babbling out praises.

“K-Keigo, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good. Fuck. God dammit.” You want to hate that one of your least favorite people is making you drip all over his cock, but it just feels perfect and you can’t even think anymore about all the nasty things you’ve said to each other beyond the context of now, of fucking like it’s the only thing you two should have ever been doing.

When his hand reaches down to play with your clit, you’re practically lost to the world. The only thing that matters is here and now and the feeling of it all. Your nails are scratching against the door, and you’re confident anyone walking by would get an unpleasant earful of two idiots going at it like there’s no tomorrow. You’re mumbling and whining and grinding your hips up to meet Keigo’s thrusts.

He doesn’t think he can hold himself back much longer, not with the way you're mewling and squirming and fluttering all over his cock, and he’s about ready to beg your orgasm forth. “C’mon dove, can’t have you on my cock all night. Need you to cum for me. Gotta feel you cum on my cock, darlin’.” His thrusts are sloppier, and his head is resting on your shoulder. He’s abusing your clit, rubbing harsh, tight circles, and his other hand is attached to a nipple, kneading and pinching.

“Fuckk-k, please (Y/N).” His voice is airy and needy, and hearing your name fall from his mouth like that brings your orgasm crashing down on you. Your muscles spasm as your pussy clenches down on Keigo’s cock, and he lets out a moan as he cums with you. He fucks both of you through your highs, burying his cum deep in your cunt.

Then he’s pulling out, his head still on your shoulder, when you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled up. You feel a chill as he pulls away from you, ass bare, dripping with cum.

“Well, that was fun, huh smart ass?” Keigo is looking in a small vanity mirror situated on the dresser in the bedroom, fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt. You stand up, legs wobbly, thighs sticky, head spinning. “Maybe we could do it again some time; I think I like you more when you’re fucked stupid and can’t talk shit at me.” He shoots you a wink and a smirk, and you stand there, in front of the door blinking at him.

“So uh, I have a party to get to downstairs, and it looks like you were gonna be heading out anyways. Might wanna um,” he gestures to your undressed state, then gently guides you out from in front of the door. “Well, catch ya later dumplin’.” With a grin and, was that a fucking shaka, Keigo is out the door. You hear his footsteps fading down the stairwell, and you begin to process what just happened as you fix your clothing and grab your bag.

That little son of a bitch.

#hawks x reader #mha x reader #keigo x reader #smut #mha smut #my fic #hawks smut #im nervous abt this one but aaaaaah here we gooo #ty sm clari for reading it for me first ilysm yr my number 1 kith kith #also this was inspired by a conversation w tempest n written for her hehehehehe i hope u like it bb

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spartanxhunterx · 4 years

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So late the party has left.

Ok, I've had this submission from @starmage2 for ever and just got around to it now.

As a heads up I've changed the 'Alien invasion ' to Gorilla Grodd invasion instead. Same general thing though.

Paris was not a place the flash visited often or even with purpose. A city of calm and peace that was unaffected by the world's crazies, maniacs and supervillians. There has never been a reason to be in Paris, for anyone from the league. Aside from maybe taking a superspeed shortcut or flying well above the city to make time to ones real destination.

But now Flash, or Barry Allen to those close to him, feared that the millennia long peace was going to be broken. News had spread that Gorilla Grodd, One of Flash's Rivals, had snuck his way to Paris, France, with plans to use De-evolution devices to regress the human population for his own uses.

That was Not something the justice league was going to ignore, it would be like ignoring an upstart villain or a call for aid. Such things were not taken lightly.

he had long since past Paris' border and was making his way to the Eiffel tower, Where the rest of the Justice league members that were joining him would be meeting up with him. It was considered the most neutral and hidden spot in Paris after dark.

Still, he indulged himself by taking the long scenic route, confident that he would beat everyone there. Except for maybe superman but who cares about that?

So it was a huge surprise, when passing the Louvre, that a large portal opened in front of him and before he could redirect himself he was already through to the other side, his feet skid against the oiled floor as he tumbled into a pre-placed net. The trap triggered and the next thing he knew he was tied up and dangling a foot off the floor.

Ignoring the oncoming footsteps he tried twisting his limbs, if he could move just the slightest amount he could friction burn the ropes around him to free him. It wasn't until he felt something pointy touch his chest and a hand guide his chin that he looked at the perpetrators. There were three, one female, two males.

one guy looked like he was dressed up as a monkey with a Bo Staff, the girl like a bee and the other guy... Well he wasn't sure up he was going to guess a horse due to the horseshoe they had.

"Watch it speedy." The girl talked, a hint of smug laced in her voice. "Try to vibrate your way out of that and I'll stick you to the spot."

" do you have any idea who I am? What kind of trouble you'll be in for doing this? " Cause he knew the rest of the team would be suspicious if he wasn't at least the second person there, these three were playing a dangerous game and he wasn't in the mood to deal with more wannabe villains.

"The Flash," the horse? Started , gesturing to his tied up self. "Fastest man alive, scarlet speedster, defender of Central City. And if my suspicions are correct, Barry Allen. "

flash sputtered slightly, voice cracking with his next words. "W-What, No!"

" Ha! Instant denial! " The monkey exclaimed as he pointed to him before clapping the other guy on the shoulder. " You got it right on the head Pegasus."

OK, Pegasus, one name down. "So, you the ring leader here?" He turned to him and Barry realised he couldn't make out his expression due to his dark glasses, who wears sunglasses at night?

"No. I'm more of the... Tactical analysis type. Information provider and long term planner." He pointed to the other two. " My cohorts here are Abeille and roi singe. "

"The more important thing here, is why is the justice league here in Paris when you've been banned from entering."

" What! When did this happen!? "

"Six years ago."

Flash stared dumbfounded at the three, all attempts to escape forgotten. The JL was banned from Paris? And had been for six years? "Why?"

" Oh please. " Abeille scoffed as she picked up her discarded coffee drink, taking a slow sip to force tension to grow. "Don't act like you don't know why, you're fully aware and if not?... Ask Green lantern."

Roi singe's Bo Staff let out a chime and he slid open the panel to reveal the communicator. "Anything on your end yet?" The voice on the other end was feminine, the three Parisian heroes easily recognized Ladybugs voice.

" Yeah actually, managed to bag the Flash, trap worked like a Charm. "

"The Flash? Interesting. See what he knows, we've got reports of odd noises coming from an old abandoned warehouse. Me, Viper And Ry are gonna check it out, Chats on the way to you and so are some local Officers, let them deal with the Flash. "

"So, what are you doing here Speedy wonder?" Pegasus smacked Roi on the chest before turning his critical gaze to the tied up hero.

"What he means is, why are you hear and who else should we expect, I doubt you came to Paris for a holiday. You shouldn't have been caught by this trap, you react too fast, you were occupied with something."

" The JL had received reports that Grodd, Gorilla Grodd, has made his way to Paris. Nothing good had ever come from him being anywhere near humans so we sent a team to deal with it before too much damage can arise. "

The three of them looked at each other skeptically, since when did the JL care about collateral damage?

"Ok, meet up point, now."

" You think I'm gonna tell that to a bunch of upstart villains? "

There was a moment of silence before the three of them burst out laughing, Roi had to prop himself up by his staff while Abeille almost doubled over. When she was done she splashed the remains of her, now cold, coffee over the heroes face.

"Villains? Really?" She sneared pulling the heroes face closer to hers. "We are the heroes of Paris, Defenders of France, part of the Miracle team. If you ever get the chance, ask Diana what a Miraculous is... And she will know, any statement to the contradictory is a lie."

"Now, meet up location?"

" Eiffel tower. "

" Who will be there? "

"Batman, Superman, Wonder woman, Green lantern And Robin."

"Good. Officer Cuff him and give him a cell." Unknown to The Flash several officers had arrived, they quickly slapped on some anti-meta handcuffs before removing him from the net , shoving the 'hero ' into the police car before driving away.

"Chat's on his way to the tower, let's give him some back up."

It was twenty minutes later, the use of two vemons, one uproar and the combined might of Pegasus, Abeille, Roi singe, Chat Noir and Carapace to subdue the heroes who had been waiting for the Flash.

Not that the flight was difficult, not while Green lanterns ring was on the Fritz and couldn't form a single thing, Superman was Frozen in place, Along with Robin, Batman was being held in a restraint by Carapace and Diana had been given a fright by being teleported way above them for a few moments before she and Green lantern were tied up in Abeille's Wire.

it was a good thing the team was well within their mid twenties, had they been teens their miraculous would have run out by now. Instead they could cast their powers as much as they wished while only gaining some exhaustion if they went too far. Without the fear of de-transforming.

"Well... That was easy." Roi Singe leaned against the frozen Form of Robin, not bothered by the fact that the violent vigilant was frozen mid-strike.

"I don't think..." Carapace grunted as he tightened his grip to Batmans arms , keeping a hold above his elbows so he could keep the man's arms behind his back. "Getting the drop on unsuspecting people AND freezing their power player," his head jutted to superman, where Chat Noir was happily sitting on his shoulders as he played with his tool. "Can be considered a fight, more like a slaughter really. "

"I agree." Abeille nodded as she tugged her two captives closer to her, without missing a beat she sat on the Amazonian's back before propping her feet up on Green lanterns head. "So, greenie, recognise us?"

"Should I?" He tried to move his head from under the bee hero's foot but was quickly met with the heel of said foot impacting the back of his head. "Hey, what was that for!?"

" You really don't recognise me Hal Jordan? " Chat Noir growled out as he leaped off supermans shoulders before lifting the other others face with his baton.

Said hero stiffened at his name and the Cat Hero took it as his cue to continue. "The justice League receive, over a period of three years, a large amount of calls for aid from France, Paris specifically."

Both Batman and Wonder woman ceased their resistance as they heard this, why was this the first time they were hearing it?

"From two, young, barely teen, kids. Who had far too much responsibility thrusted onto them, who had to fight a maniac who mind controlled and powered up people who were experiencing negative emotion. "

"He targeted kids... A lot."

" What? " Despite their age and experience many of those present flinched at the harshness in Batmans voice, Pegasus turned to him, emotion hidden behind his darkened glasses.

"The butterfly Miraculous of Transmission is able to find people who experience strong emotion, be they negative or positive and empower them based on the current circumstances, like say... "

He paused as he tried to find a viable scenario to use.

"Ok, if you say someone falling from a tall tower and you really wanted to save them, a butterfly weilder could empower you and give you flight, either by giving you wings or... Making you like him." He pointed to superman.

"Hawkmoth, however, would wait until you had negative emotions, being dumped, bullied, fired so on and so forth normally caused these things and he would make it possible to get revenge, with the exception being that they HAD to get Ladybug And Chat Noirs miraculous to pay off the 'debt' they were in. "

"They never remembered the things they did, fortunately, can't say the same for those who died and came back to life though."

Those present Blinked, Batmans mouth opened and closed for a moment before his steely gaze landed on Hal.

"Paris once Flooded, an estimated 87% of Paris drowned that day... The other 13% wasn't purely kids."

"Hal."

" I didn't know ok! " Hal was recoiling from the glare that Batman was sending his way. "I thought it was a prank, ok! I didn't think it was real, how can you take two kids who dress up as a Ladybug And a Cat seriously?"

"You should have investigated, met up with them and assessed the situation First, not assumed."

" I know. " Hal's head hit the floor beneath him with a sigh. The Paris hero's looked at him like he was worth less then the dirt under their boots.

"If you help us tonight, we'll help you afterwards." The looks returned to Batman where after a moment a few of them scoffed.

"Hawkmoth's in jail dude." Carapace shook the vigilante's arms. "Has been for... Four years now, we've already reclaimed the lost Miraculi and the book, now we just deal with petty crime and... Well, your mess, it seems."

"Stick to punching Gotham's nutbags, we'll deal with Paris." No one objected to Chat's words, though Batman defiantly seemed to slump at them.

The cat hero shook his head at the older hero before his baton rang, his flipped it open and a moment afterwards Ladybugs voice came through, the Paris hero's were able to pick up on the urgency in her voice.

"Chat, I need you, Roi, Bee, Pegasus and Rena here now."

" on it, " He looked up as he closed his baton. "You heard her, let's go, Pegasus, get Rena, Carapace, keep an eye on these lot."

" got it dude. " He let go of Batmans arms as Abeille released both wonder woman and Green lantern from their bindings. Simultaneously both superman and Robin were released from the effects of venom as it was released. The other Paris heroes leapt away.

"So... Carapace right?" Diana extended her hand out to the turtle hero, who had leant against the railings with his arms crossed.

"I know who you are, and Tikki is not happy with you right now." She flinched at that. "For twelve years you ignored us, four years after we beat Hawkmoth do you finally show up and it's to deal with one of your own. I think I speak for all of Paris when I say, We don't want you here. "

"Since when do you have the authority to do that?" Both Robin and Carapace had a small stare off before Carapace rolled his eyes .

"Since France voted to ban all Non-miraculous heroes, which includes the justice League. You didn't care before, why care now?"

" is there anything that can be done? "

Carapace shook his head at superman. "You are far too late on that dude, there's being late to a party then there's turning up after the hosts have cleaned up. "

"You guys turned up for the party days after it was over, so save some face, wait for them to come back, get the Flash then leave. "

"The Flash is here?"

" Dudes spending his time in a cell tonight. "

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #ml x dc #Ladybug #Chat Noir #Carapace #rena rouge #Viperion #ryuko #Pegasus #roi singe #Batman #Robin #wonder woman #Superman #The Flash #Green Lantern #Justice league salt #gorilla grodd

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dweetwise · 4 years

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Can you do a continuation of pyramid head x dummy tick reader with killers and surviors that are flirting or make sexual movements to the reader?

i apologize to all dummy thicc reader fans for taking so long! i got two requests, so i’ll do survivors for this one and more killers for the next <3 warnings for some nsfw suggestive language!

Survivor Thirst (survivors X dummy thicc reader)

Following Pyramid Head’s warnings (and in some cases, a very big sword through the gut), the killers, thankfully, seemed to leave you alone, sticking to chasing and killing you normally.

Even the Entity appeared to notice your annoyance, not calling you into trials quite as often as usual. That left you with more time to hang out with your friends and sneak out to Midwich to see your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but think of how nice it was to get a break from the crazy shenanigans and embarrassment of the last couple of weeks.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

It all started relatively innocently when Steve, after a trial, excitedly bounded over to you.

“Hey y/n, feel my shirt!” he said, a neverending smile on his face. You tilted your head in confusion, before reaching to grab the hem of his sailor costume shirt. It felt like normal fabric, a kind of cheap polyester, and you failed to see what the big deal was. Did he wash it or something? “It’s boyfriend material,” Steve finally quipped, smile morphing into a smirk at his own punchline. You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved the teen away, hiding a small grin of your own.

The other survivors watched the exchange with varying levels of amusement. You thought they were just laughing at the horrible pick-up-line, but it would later become apparent that they took it as an invitation to try to get into your pants.

“Are you close with your father?” Ash asked you out of the blue when you were sitting by the fire, stoking the logs with a stick. The question took you a little off guard; normally, the man was all jokes and extravagant tales of his youth, and you never would have guessed he’d actually be interested in your past. Before you managed to answer, you saw a grin spreading over his lips. “Because you look like you need a daddy,” Ash leered, gaze glued to your generous cleavage from where you were leaned over the other side of the fire.

If you’d been able to reach him over the flames, you’re pretty sure you would have slapped him. As it stood, the disgusted scoff you made was sure to get the point across.

But then, there was Yui.

“So, uhh...” the biker started uncharacteristically meekly, approaching you in a semi-secluded spot in the corner of camp. “I saw you with the Pig the other day...”

Oh, fuck. If Yui had seen the killer glued to your back and sensually stroking your face, she must have gotten the wrong idea.

“Yui, shit, um,” you sputtered nervously, causing Yui to glance at you with hope shining in her eyes. “I don’t swing that way.”

At least you think you don’t. You’d always thought Yui was really pretty, but in a completely no homo way. Like right then, you could objectively see that she’s quite attractive, her crop top and short shorts showing off her muscular build—

Yui managed a quick apology and an awkward laugh, and you cleared your throat and squeaked out an “It’s fine”. Your eyes, as of their own accord, were glued to her ass when she walked away.

Okay, maybe a little homo.

If only Nea had been as sensible as Yui.

“Y/n, over here!” Nea called, waving you over when you walked back into camp after a stroll to Midwich. “Did I ever tell you about my cat?“

“No, not that I remember,” you said, sitting down next to her on one of the logs. “I know you like cats, though.”

“Mm-hm,” Nea agreed, her innocent smile morphing into something much more mischievous. “I sure do love a good pussy,” she practically purred, eyeing you up and down.

“You little brat—” you hissed, jumping back up on your feet while your face flushed red.

“So that’s a no?” the tagger had the audacity to wink at you, and you moodily walked over to the other side of camp to avoid the temptation of smacking her in the face with her own purple flashlight.

It couldn’t even have been a full day before you caught Dwight sneaking glances at you. He blushed furiously every time you noticed, and eventually you just let out a small sigh and made your way over, eager to get this over with.

“Something on your mind, Dwight?” you asked with a friendly smile, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and even sitting down a respectable distance away from him so he wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

After a minute of nervous sputtering and trying to ignore the question, Dwight finally managed to spill the beans. “Feng said you, um, wanted to... k-kiss me?” he squeaked. You sighed long and loud, causing Dwight to nearly have a nervous breakdown. You tried to reassure and reject him without too much of your annoyance shining through, all while thinking of creative ways to get back at Feng for another one of her dumb pranks.

A couple of days must have passed and, thankfully, no more embarrassing incidents occurred. You were just about starting to think the others had managed to get it out of their systems, as no more potential suitors were lining up to harass woo you.

And then you unsuspectingly leaned over a log to rummage through your stack of items to look for a med-kit, and...

“Nice arse, luv!” David hollered from the other side of the campsite. In an instant you were up on your feet, glaring daggers at the brawler who didn’t look the least bit sorry.

When David proceeded to throw in a wolf whistle for good measure, you hurled your med-kit across the camp, turning on your heel and stomping out into the woods. Judging by the dull ‘thunk’ of the item hitting wood and David’s roaring laughter, you’d missed your target—his head.

Eventually you came across Jake in the woods, sitting quietly by a cluster of trees and stocking some of his toolboxes.

You slumped down next to the saboteur with a huff, crossing your arms and trying to think of how to get revenge on David. Jake glanced over in acknowledgement, but didn’t say a word before getting back to his task.

You felt some of your anger dissipate in Jake’s calming presence, watching him work with methodical composure. Jake may have been be a little anti-social, but at least you could always count on him to never think with his dick—

“We should fuck,” Jake said and your mind screeched to a halt.

“I beg your pardon!?” you squawked, causing him to finally turn to look at you properly.

“I think you’re hot. Do you wanna fuck?” he said, the same infuriatingly calm expression on his face, acting like he didn’t just proposition you in the crudest way possible.

You furiously stomped back to the campfire, leaving Jake alone with his tools and an angry red handprint on his cheek.

Upon your return the others, thankfully, seemed to sense your mood and nobody dared to bring up the David incident, leaving you to sulk in a corner in peace.

And then, Ace got back from a trial.

You saw him swaggering over, an annoying cocky grin on his face. He opened his mouth and—

“DON’T,” you warned, lifting your finger to interrupt him while giving him your dirtiest glare. Ace raised his hands up in surrender while one of his eyebrows cocked up in question. “I’m sick of being perved on! You guys are the worst!” you complained, taking the opportunity to give David the stink eye from across camp.

“Actually, I was about to ask if you’d like to play a game of cards?” Ace inquired, genuine curiosity in his voice. “You’ve seemed on edge for a few days, looked like you could use a distraction.”

You blinked in confusion at the words. “Oh,” you weakly managed, a blush rising on your cheeks and feeling a little bit like an idiot. Seems like chivalry isn’t dead after all—

“So, strip poker?” Ace suggested, the sly grin back on his face.

“You FUCKING—” you yelled while Ace’s hearty laugh echoed across camp.

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“So if you happen to come by any moris, nobody will really mind,” you finish your story, looking up at Pyramid Head with a sickly sweet fake smile that fails to betray just how much you’d like to get petty revenge.

There’s an echoing chuckle from within the pyramid, and then a couple of inquisitive grunts while he draws a hook shape in the air.

“Camping and tunneling?” you ask, feigning ignorance. “I think those are just legitimate strategies.”

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Chapter Four - Part 6

Anti finds out about the missing medication.

Tws for severe abuse/torture, bruising, blood, imprisonment, and hypnosis.

Part 6 - Grantaire

“Ro?” says Blue carefully, stepping slow so as not to disturb a potentially out-of-his-mind older brother. “You want to tell me what the hell you’re doing?”

Red laughs. “You sound like you’re wondering if I’ve lost it.”

“I might be.”

“Well, I might have,” replies Red cryptically, and then turns to grin at him. He puts the shovel into the ground beside him and smacks his gloved hands together to rid them of dirt, standing over the hole he’s made in the front lawn.

One of at least five you can see.

“Diggin’ traps!” says Red. “So if anybody tries to come to the house, they’ll break their dumb-ass ankles.”

Blue breathes out an amused snort, shaking his head at him. “Better than doing nothing, I guess.”

“You doing okay? Come sit with me and I’ll dig if you want.”

Blue wants to tell him he’s okay, but it’s not been true for a few days. “Yeah, I’ll sit with you. Need some sun.”

“You do,” agrees Ro, frowning over at his moon-pale twin with his foggy, tired eyes. “Yeah.”

pine-storm-season asked: Hello Red, and hello Blue! Has today been uneventful so far?

“Yeah, pretty quiet, which I am more than grateful for,” says Ro, brushing sweat off his forehead. There’s exercise equipment in the basement and the motivation to be strong and fit again is one of the small things that keeps him going. “I think Dapper’s the only one who’s not going a little nuts with the confinement, though. None of us have, like, things to do, really. Usually we help Dok with a clinic or Anti sends us out to do shit. But now we’re just stuck. I gotta get out of this houseeeeee.”

He draws the word out, stabbing into the earth with greater ferocity, but he keeps a warm smile on his mouth, because in all honesty things could be a lot worse. Blue looks at him, thinking. He doesn’t really know where his brother’s at in his head these days, really - he just knows that Red tries to pretend he’s not as sad as he is, and that his priority is always their safety, and that he hasn’t laid a cruel hand on anyone since the day Anti stole him away again.

“If you have any other ideas for how to keep people out, please let me know,” says Red. “I’ll do it. At this point I’m up for anything. I think Dapper’s sharpening spikes on the porch, but in all honesty, I didn’t even think to question the little nightmare.”

Anonymous asked: Where's trick now? Is he still with Anti?

You find Dok at the bottom of the stairs.

He doesn’t even look up at you, just nods.

—

“There are reasons I do the things I do, you know,” says Anti.

You only have to look once to see that he has Trick in a deep thrall. Trick is practically in his lap, letting Anti sew up a hole in his shirt, his arms around his brother’s neck.

“You slapped Dapper,” says Trick, unhappy despite the glaze over his eyes and the faint sway of his head. “Please don’t hit him. I think maybe you’re also… I need you to not do that.”

“Tricks, if there isn’t a little force, everybody falls out of line. There’s a lot of control issues in this family, a lot of personalities that clash and problems in their heads. If I didn’t use a little force here and there, everyone would fall apart, pet. Dapper would have to go to a mental hospital and Red would run off with that guy he barely remembers and Dok - well, you’ve saved him from himself enough times to know what Dok does if no one’s there to save him from himself.”

Trick shivers, shaking his head. “I don’t want Dok to get hurt.”

“Okay, so don’t be so scared when I have to shove everybody around a little or when you have to shove somebody around a little, for that matter. Weren’t you obedient for Red when he used a little force?”

“Yeah, always.”

“You’re Red now. So don’t be so chickenshit. You have to protect the others from themselves. You’re right. If Dok would just take off those necklaces, wouldn’t everything be so much easier?”

“So much easier.”

“Don’t let him get all weepy with you just cause you had to put him in his place. He’ll get used to it. Without it, he would run off or hurt himself. All of them would. And then you’d be alone, Trickshot. You’d be all alone in the world again. No one would care about you. Is that what you want?”

“No,” insists Trick, shaking his head harder. “No, no.”

“Okay, then,” purrs Anti, stroking his hair, his pretty green hair, curling at the front. “Then everything’s good, my darling, isn’t it?”

Trick smiles at him, touching his cheek. Anti closes his eyes at the feeling of his little brother’s fingers in his beard, tangled up with him.

“Everything’s good,” agrees Trick. “Everything’s perfect, Anti.”

Anonymous asked: Geez Anti, you really got him in the palm of your hand uh? That much hypnosis can't be good for trick in the long term

“Hmmm,” grumbles Anti, dissatisfied. He hates thinking about that. Right now, he just wants to know that one of them is his without a doubt, without hesitation. And he will keep this one close to his chest - no matter what it takes. “He’s okay.”

“I feel good,” chirrups Trick. “I feel okay.”

“Yeah, sweet boy. You’re okay.”

Anonymous asked: Hey, Dok. You doing alright, bud?

“Everything’s great,” he says.

And it’s probably meant to be sarcastic, but really he just looks tired. Dapper ducks his head into the entryway, finding his brother sitting alone on the stairs, as he has all morning, without moving.

Anonymous asked: Oh dok... I'm so sorry. It seems like Anti keep burrowing his hold deeper into trick. You're probably going to be alone for a bit

Dok buries his face in his hands.

Very tired. Very tired of this fight. Very ready to be gone. Maybe for good. Very ready for something to change. But it never does. It never does. It never -

A hand descends on his shoulder, enveloping it. He looks up, eyes wide.

“You’re not alone,” signs Dapper, sitting down beside him. “You are never alone.”

Anonymous asked: Is blue alright? ":(

“This is my fault. I should have been watching you. I should have known the sun would be too much for you. It’s like thirty degrees out here.”

Red helps Blue towards the house, clutching him to his chest. Blue wants to tell him his constant self-blame is hardly ever deserved, but he’s feeling - hell, he doesn’t know if unwell even begins to cover it anymore. He’s faint and nauseous and that feeling is back - like there’s something beneath his skin. Like there’s something inside the folds of his brain. Like he’s a stiff white puppet on taut, tight strings, choking.

He’s tough. He is. He always has been. He always tries to be.

Right now, he just wants his big brother to make everything stop hurting.

“Red,” he cries, slumping down against his bed. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Red paces around the room, stressed, wetting a washcloth in the bathroom next to the sink.

“I want to stop feeling bad, Red, please touch me, please put your hands on me, this isn’t my skin…”

Red recognizes the mantra with a sharp fear. He had hoped that night where Blue was clinging to him and begging for his hands on him would be the only one of its kind.

The realization that the damage Anti is causing could be lasting terrifies him.

“I’m here,” he says, putting a washcloth on his head and his hands on his sides, stroking him through his shirt. “I’m here and so are you. Blue. Azul. My twin. My brother. You’re the only one here with me.”

Anonymous asked: So when is trick going to be allowed back downstairs? Are you going to keep him with you for much longer, Anti?

“I just want to hang out a little,” says Anti, setting Trick down beside him as he finishes the hole in his shirt. “Play a game with me, Trick. Or play a game and I’ll watch. I like to hear you talking. Sometimes it’s quiet with just Dap and I up here. I like to hear you talking.”

Anonymous asked: hey, blue, love. it's just you. it's just you, buddy. how about you curl up with red and we can talk to you, and try to distract you. would you like that, blue?

“Fuck, I can’t think straight,” whispers Blue.

“But that’s not new,” whispers back Red.

There’s a moment of confusion from Blue - and then the most begrudging smile Red’s ever seen.

“Fuck you,” laughs Blue, touching his hair. “Goddamn. When I throw up all over you, it’s because of that.”

Red snuggles down next to him in bed. “That’s fair.”

“You can talk with us as long as you like,” says Blue.

His voice is weak and tired. Pressed against his ribs, Roser can feel just how thready his heartbeat is.

It’s a new kind of fear for him. In the past, the best way to survive has always been to outlast Anti’s temper tantrums, protecting his siblings as best he can as they happen and taking care of any injuries, trusting that Anti and Dapper would not let one of them die, no matter how cruel their master can be.

But ever since that night Blue wouldn’t let him let go of him, Red has begun to wonder -

Maybe this is a storm we cannot sail through.

Maybe we should go.

He loves Anti.

But not enough to let him do this to his heart.

Anonymous asked: hey, blue! birds or reptiles? (in other words, the cat-or-dog question but with animals you probably hadn't thought about before.) and what about you, red?

“Ah.” Blue laughs weakly. “Um, birds, yeah. For sure.”

“I want a snake,” says Red.

“Fuck’s sake.”

“I do.”

“You’d have to feed it little baby mice.”

“That’s nature! I am ready and willing! Or maybe a skink.”

Anonymous asked: hell yeah, bird gang! snakes are pretty cool though, too. my family has a bunch of really silly chickens, sometimes they'll do stuff like sleep outside in the rain,,, while literally sitting on the door to the henhouse,,,,, or steal all the plums from the plum trees we have. they're good birds though, although they are dumbasses sometimes. does noodle do dumb cat things like that, too?

“I don’t know, I think he does,” says Blue, shaking his head a little. “Um. He falls off the bed sometimes.”

“Let’s let Blue have a lie-down for a while,” sighs Red, sitting up beside him. “You’re looking so pale.”

“Really don’t feel well,” he murmurs. “Really don’t.”

Red looks down at him, his hand across his white face, his eyes closed.

“Okay,” he says, beneath his breath. “We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow, then. And if Dark catches me… then Dark catches me.”

Anonymous asked: Yeah, we're here, Dok. We're with you, bud. We're supporting you however we can.

“Thank you,” sighs Dok. “You, at least, never seem to fall for his tricks. I’m grateful.”

Red steps into the hallway, a slightly dazed look in his eyes.

“Red?” asks Dapper, cocking his head at him. “Everything okay?”

Red blinks and then nods. Dapper doesn’t need to know. It’s safer if he doesn’t. “Yes, buddy, no worries.”

He’ll pack. He needs til tomorrow to try and steal the IDs out of Anti’s room - assuming he’s made new ones since the fire. He’ll get snacks and ready a lie.

He’ll get his twin help. No more waiting around. He is big brother, and he makes his own decisions.

Anonymous asked: do you want to try to sleep a bit, blue? that might help.

Blue does end up sleeping. He sleeps deep and hard, and Red is grateful. He hopes Blue is getting used to being himself at night again. He is still sleeping while Red gets his backpack and begins to shove things inside.

He puts brownies and apples and granola into their own little ziploc bags, and damn, isn’t that a privilege in its own right after all this time? He never thought he’d feel rich holding ziploc bags. A couple changes of clothes for both of them follow their snacks in, as well as what little money he has - Colombian pesos, already near worthless in their own country, now worth even less wherever he is now. He gets a camera and a charger and tucks it away just in case. Their toothbrushes. A comb. Deodorant. A blanket. Bag’s full.

“What else, what else?” he mumbles. “Can you think of anything? I’ll need to get the IDs out of Anti’s room if he’s made more. Most of the time, I’d try to go without them, but my fear is - ”

He gives a deep, mournful sigh, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“My fear is we might be in America.”

“Dun dun dun,” mumbles a sleepy Blue from his bed, and Red barks out a laugh.

“Go back to bed, dumbass. I got this handled.”

“I just let you do your own thing.” Blue turns back over and goes back to sleep.

Anonymous asked: what's your plan here, red? that might help with figuring out anything you've missed.

“I just - I’ll just get him to the hospital. I know where the road is, I think I remember. I can carry him if he’s tired. I’ll carry him the whole way if I have to, but I’m hoping we can hitchhike. We’ll get to a hospital. Sneak him out if I gotta cause we don’t have insurance. And if Anti comes to get us, at least he’ll have gotten a little help by the time he - ”

There’s a crash from upstairs and a short scream.

Red stiffens and stills, listening.

Anonymous asked: bringing him into the forest? do you think that is a safer option than waiting another few days?

Red sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “I… I don’t know. Maybe I’m being hasty. I - ”

Trick rushes past the door. Red looks up, startled. “Bud? What’s going on?”

“Where’s Dok?”

“Downstairs, I think. Hey, wait! What’s happening?”

“Dude,” says Trick, shaking his head. “Man, I’d hide.”

He tears down the basement stairs.

Red looks up.

Anti’s staring down from the banister upstairs, holding a half-empty bottle of small, white, anti-psychotics.

Anonymous asked: what is it, anti?

“Oh, nothing much, nothing much, nothing much,” says Anti, voice completely unglitching. “Not that much at all.”

Red backs up and returns to his room, standing in front of Blue as he sleeps. Anti stalks down the stairs step at a time, step at a time, step at a time. He puts his lips together and whistles a pretty old song you’ve heard Dap whistling a time or two - daisy, daisy, give me your answer, do…

“Where’s my little boy at?” he says, but the whistling keeps going even as his mouth moves, echoing around the walls of the house. “Where’s my dapper darling? That was silly of you, Monochroma. That was silly. Thinking you could steal from big brother.”

Anonymous asked: dapper did nothing, anti. he did not steal from you.

“Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm,” nods Anti. “Definitely. Definitely. There you are, sugar.”

Dapper looks up from the piece of sourdough bread he’s eating, covered in golden butter. He’s sitting on the kitchen counter in Dok’s shorts and one of Blue’s t-shirts, his hair curling up from his eyes, his black eyelashes shining in the morning light. He sees the look on Anti’s face and sets his bread carefully down beside him, sitting up straight on the kitchen counter.

Anti steps forward and pulls him down by the collar until they’re nose to nose. He grins coldly at his pet, stroking the soft curls on the back of Dapper’s neck.

He leans in and puts his mouth against Dapper’s ear.

“I’m going to ask you this once,” he whispers, voice jovial and easy-going. “And you’re going to tell me. Or you won’t like the consequences very much at all. Where’s your Haldol, little mister? Huh?”

Dapper does not swallow or shake. He stares dead ahead, silent, unmoving. Trying to find a way to answer.

Anonymous asked: ??? Anti are you not HOLDING his haldol right now? What are you talking about?

“Don’t play dumb,” growls Anti, the faux pleasantry wearing off a little. “I know there was more. I have footage.”

Your screens all flash and you can see him the morning before Red stole it, sitting in his bedroom, sulking and rolling the Haldol around in his hands. “There was more of it. You disobeyed me directly. That wasn’t very clever.”

Dapper stares at him, pursing his mouth.

pine-storm-season asked: Is it not with you, anti? If it's not, i don't think Dapper knows where it is.

“No,” signs Dapper, shaking his head. “Okay, I give up. I’m sorry. I stole it.”

“So where is it?”

Dapper is stuck again, letting out a low, trembling breath.

“Unless someone else stole it for you?”

pine-storm-season asked: Red, where's Dapper's medicine? Anti's questioning him.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” whispers Red, pacing for a second before he darts out into the hall and stands in front of the kitchen, trying to get a look. Anti turns and looks right at him. He’s pressing Dapper into the back of the wall behind the counter, his hands gripping too tight at their little brother’s knees. Red feels a wave of revulsion for him and can’t even put a finger on why.

pine-storm-season asked: Anti, can you let Dapper go? I'm sure he gets the point.

“He’ll get the fucking point if he doesn’t start talking,” snarls Anti, slamming Dapper back against the wall.

There is a weak clattering as eleven more Haldol pills fall onto the table. Dapper and Anti turn to look at Red, holding out his hand.

“It was me,” he says. “Dapper didn’t have anything to do with it. Punish me, Anti, not him. He didn’t even know. He didn’t know where I hid them or that I was going to steal them. Leave him alone.”

Anti steps back from Dapper, letting him go. He stands in the middle of the kitchen, staring down at the little white pills. He pauses and turns to the sink, spitting out blood. It tastes like betrayal in his mouth. Like weakness in his mouth. He straightens up again, eyes gleaming, and Red feels a chill up his body.

“First I’m going to torture you,” he says, pointing at Red. “And then I’m going to string your little brother up to show you what happens when you work against me.”

“No! Anti, he wasn’t a part of - ”

Anti slams into Red and grabs him by the head, tearing out strands of his hair.

pine-storm-season asked: Dapper was not involved, Anti. Dapper didn't even know it was happening until it already had.

“He should have goddamn told me,” yells Anti. “He would have known the second that Red gave it to him what had happened! He thinks he can pretend he’s always so fucking innocent! He’s sneaky, I know that, you think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know, you little brat? You get it from me!”

Dapper is on Anti’s shoulder, trying to yank him off his older brother. Anti slams his elbow into his face and throws him back, dragging Red towards the stairs.

“Ro!” croaks Blue from his bedroom door. “Anti, don’t!”

“You want to be involved, you little witch? I’ll use you for goddamn kindling. Come here, Blue, I need a body.”

Blue’s eyes widen in alarm and he rushes towards the basement.

“You can’t get away from me! You all belong to me! You’ll do what I fucking say! Little traitors, little rats! You think you can outsmart me, think you can beat me down to the earth again? I’ll strip you into leather! Think Jack made you all stronger than me? Clever? More sly? I’ll rip you apart!”

bupine asked: trick? where are you? anti's upset, your brothers are in trouble. i suspect you can calm him down.

Trick is in the guest bedroom, him and Dok playing with pieces of string for Noodle to chase. He knows his brother hasn’t heard the commotion upstairs, because he looks happy and calm, laughing when Noodle leaps after his piece of string. Trick gets up and goes to the door. He hears the dull thud of someone striking the floor and steps back, looking at Dok.

“Haha, he gets so frustrated, look at his face!”

Dok is smiling, wide and calm. He hugged him when he came back downstairs and won’t stop holding his hand. He’s here. He’s okay.

His twin is okay. Sometimes the others need a little force.

“Haha,” repeats Trick flimsily. “Ah, yeah. Yeah. He’s cute.”

He shuts the door behind him and goes back to sitting with Dok.

cest-mellow asked: trick you NEED to go upstairs. anti is going to possess blue again and he’s gonna torture red. is that the force you think they deserve? all for getting dapper his medicine he NEEDS? should they be punished for taking care of one another? is this the force you agree with??

“There’s nothing I can do,” whispers Trick, pushing you away.

Anonymous asked: Trick, the scar on your hand, the sting in your cheek, he slapped Dapper right in front of you. He's not "using a little force". He's hurting them because he's angry and violent and he wants to see them in pain and no other reason! He's done the same to you and your twin for years.

Trick rubs anxiously at the burn on his hand, using his other hand to rub at Dok’s shoulder. They’re so used to casually touching each other it doesn’t even make his twin look up.

Yes. Anti has hurt him and his twin for years. But not today. Today, he is the favorite, and he can keep his zwilling safe.

Anonymous asked: Trick I need you to understand that whatever anti told you, this isn't "force" or"punishment" he explicitly used the word "TORTURE"

Trick’s face seems to break. He grits his teeth hard, shaking his head and curling in on himself.

“Hey,” murmurs Dok, looking over. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Trick doesn’t answer. Dok glances over at you, seeing the camera flash, and takes it carefully into his hands. Within moments, he is on his feet, headed to the door.

“No, no,” cries Trick. “Stay down here, Dok.”

“What’s going on?” Dok’s voice is afraid.

pine-storm-season asked: Trick, Anti's mad because Red got Dapper his medicine, and I think he might go after Blue, who did nothing. At least calm him down so he won't hurt Blue too, okay? Blue did nothing to deserve that, even if you believe the others did.

“Shit,” hisses Dok, tearing open the door.

Trick is there, grabbing him, a second later.

Dok stares down at the hand wrapped around his bruised wrist, his heart thudding hard in his chest. Slowly, he turns to his twin. Trick’s eyes are blue flames.

“My love,” says Henrik. “It is time you start making choices about the man you are becoming.”

“Don’t go,” says Trick. “This isn’t about morality. This isn’t about me. He will hurt you again.”

Something inside Henrik’s chest breaks clean open.

“Again?”

Trick turns his eyes away.

“You knew. Or guessed, anyway. You suspected.”

Trick cannot look him in the eyes. Something in Henrik’s chest is oozing hurt. Crimson as the sun when the trees are burning.

Anonymous asked: Trick, I know how much Dok means to you. Trust me, I know how much this kills you. You just want to do what you can to keep your twin safe. But everyone else, they're your brothers, too. Red sat with you at night, y'all talked about serious stuff and silly stuff like the dorks you are. Blue sat with you after YOU attacked Dok. They don't want you to be hurt. They would try to keep Anti away if he ever wanted to "punish" you, or worse. Brothers shouldn't hurt each other, Trick. I think you can believe that if you really try. Brothers shouldn't hurt each other. And you can help.

“I don’t - I don’t want…”

Dok can’t tell if he’s stammering or just trying to find the words. Trick is looking at him. Trick’s hand rises slowly and his fingers touch Dok’s throat, wrapping loosely around, but just like the other night, Dok doesn’t protest or fight. Trick pushes him back just a little and Dok goes, hitting the wall.

“I don’t… want to be something that hurts you. Or any of them. I don’t… think brothers hurt each other?”

Henrik doesn’t know why he sounds confused, but he sees the truth still alive in his brother.

“Let me go, Chase,” he says. “Please.”

cest-mellow asked: trick, loving your brothers doesnt just mean cooked sausage and cakes and holding them in their sleep. it doesn’t just mean getting them water when their hands have been mangled and it doesn’t just mean calming them down. you have to protect them and defend them from what’s hurting them. and what’s hurting them is anti. he told red “i am going to torture you, and then string your little brother up.” protect. your brothers.

“But that - that - that’s what I want it to mean, Deutsch,” Trick says. “That’s what I want it to mean cause then nothing would ever have to change.”

“Was that happiness, Trick?” asks Dok, shaking his head. “Was that all you hoped for?”

“You besides me while I sleep? Your hands against my shoulders while I keep guard over us? You eating sausage and playing with our cat? Yes, that’s all that I hope for. That’s everything I hope for.”

Dok’s face contorts with tears, but still he smiles.

“I want better for you - for all of us - than having to live in fear all the time. I want you to want for more than my companionship. I want you to hope for things, to live for people other than me. I want you to know you’re not so worthless that you have to chase the love of someone who hurts you all the time.”

Trick shakes his head hard, tears running down his face. “He does love me.”

“I want you to find your babies again, if you can.”

“No, don’t talk about them!” cries Trick, letting go of Dok’s neck and falling back. “Stop it, Dok! My head hurts!”

“I think you do want for greater things, desperately so. I think you just pretend because you’re scared of things not staying the same. But Trick, no matter what happens, I’m here and I love you.”

“No, you’re wrong!” shouts Trick. “You’re wrong! There isn’t anything more than this for me! If you leave, if you all go, if Anti lets you escape - I’ll be alone! Don’t go! I just want you to stay. I just want everyone to stay. Stop talking about things beyond this. There’s nothing beyond this.”

“Then here we are,” says Dok, his voice raw. “But one way or another, whether or not things are changing, Blue and Red and Dapper are upstairs, about to get hurt, and it would be wrong of us not to try and help them. I’m going upstairs. Are you coming with me?”

bupine asked: trick, this is really serious. red, blue and dapper are in danger and you're anti's current favourite, so you could maybe try to help. please, trick. i know you're having fun and i'm sorry to have to intrude, but they're going to be really badly hurt. red especially. he took medicine for dapper to prevent him from going into a psychotic episode and anti's very, very angry. is there anything you can do?

“Does Dapper deserve to be without his medication? Can you call that right? Acceptable, appropriate? Do you think Red deserves to be hurt than for no other reason than that he tried to keep his youngest brother healthy?”

Trick turns away from him, shaking his head, rubbing at his temples.

Dok turns his eyes away and steps through the door.

Trick’s hand is on his wrist again, stopping him.

Anonymous asked: Henrik, stay here please. It's safer for Trick to go, yeah? Trick will help them.

“I’ll go,” says Trick. “If you stay.”

Dok’s tongue flicks out to wet his tongue. “You promise me you will try to help?”

“I promise,” says Trick. “On my life.”

He touches his hand to Dok’s chest, above his beating heart.

“On my life.”

Anonymous asked: trick, i'm worried. i know you want dok safe and protected, but you deserve to be protected too. you deserve to not hurt. and i'm worried anti will hurt you, either physically because he doesn't want you to try to help or by hynotizing you again, really badly. he's already the reason it's so hard to keep your thoughts sometimes, and to imagine better things for yourself. if you and dok are together, you can have each other's backs. your safety is not less important than dok's.

“Well, theirs isn’t worth less than mine either,” says Trick, heading up the stairs. “So if I can share the pain with them a little, or at least make it less, I will try. Or we just all get hurt. But sometimes you die with your friends instead of running away, yeah? Let Dok be Marius and I’ll be that loyal drunk-ass Grantaire. Cause you know, Grantaire didn’t ever give a damn about the revolution, not really. He just loved his friends that much. Deutsch loves that book, you know. He loves a lot of books. Nerd. I had to make him stop reading Hamlet so much, once… he would whisper the lines to Horatio when he thought I was sleeping. Had them memorized. Had the whole thing memorized. Horatio, I am killed… ah, let Dok be Horatio for a hot minute, and the rest of us all go down in pointless sword fights. But not pointless, either. Not pointless. Or that’s what Dok said.”

cest-mellow asked: thank you trick. but. please hurry.

Upstairs, Anti is already wearing Blue’s body, and any fatigue he had seems to have fallen away - to be remembered, of course, next morning, with interest added. He has Red in the bathroom upstairs, the rosey one that stinks of lotions and bathbombs, holding him over the tub to let the blood fill it up, the tub stoppered and filling with dark lines of venomously dark crimson, the lot of Dapper’s white pills scattered along the porcelain floor. Red bleeds from a deep cut in his throat, his eyes closed, his face silent. He has always survived like this - sitting as quiet as he can, not protesting, waiting for Anti’s rage to blow over. It’s the closest thing to safety he can have right now. He knows that through long years of experience.

In his head, he’s far away. Dermot Kennedy is playing. Max’s hands are at his waist. There’s still the pain, and the sticky sensations of blood and skin against his own, but they’re more bearable with the image of Max in front of him, smiling at him, swaying. He leans close and whispers something Red can’t hear. Ro tastes Starbursts.

“You think you’re better than me?” shrieks Anti, scratching Blue’s white nails down the cut in Red’s throat. “Cause he made you so perfect? You think you can disobey me? I’m the one in control now, Jackie! I’m the one who won! You’re nothing! Look at you! Pathetic! Lying there as I bleed you. I’ll teach you to try and undermine me, to try and hurt me. You’re never pulling that hero shit again. Fucking traitor. You belong to me, not him! You’re never making me mortal again!”

Dapper is slumped against the bathroom floor, unmoving, his eyes closed, a yellow bruise appearing on the whole left side of his face.

Anonymous asked: Okay. Thank you, Trick. We'll be with you, bud.

Warm arms wrap around Anti’s shoulders, pinning his arms to his chest for a second. He whirls, snarling - and Trick’s eyes, unhappy and scared, look back at him.

Jack’s eyes.

“You gotta stop, man,” says Trick, and that’s all. “You gotta stop, like, yesterday.”

Anonymous asked: Anti stop it. Dapper had nothing to do with it first of all. Second, what good is possibly going to come from torturing your two strongest when you're playing games with Dark? You're just handicapping yourself by injuring Dap or Red. Plus, it'll drive them away, make it easier for Dark to worm their way in because they have a hatred for you already.

Anti grinds his teeth so hard you do, in fact, see one fall apart. He regrows it as a fang, a deep growl thriving in his chest.

“You shut the fuck up,” he hisses. “And you get off me. Right now, Trick.”

Trick shivers, but doesn’t let go. He hides his face between Anti’s shoulder-blades, whimpering.

Anonymous asked: Anti, please leave Red be. I know you want him to suffer, and to punish him for what he did, but this could easily kill him. At least, if you will not stop, do something else to hurt him? This is going to seriously damage him, and I don't know how long it's already been happening.

“I - I wouldn’t kill him,” protests Anti in a snarl.

“You can be a little out of control sometimes,” mumbles Trick against his back. “You could.”

“Well, if I did…” Anti trails off, looking down at Dap, unconscious at his feet. No turning back til he wakes up.

Anonymous asked: please, anti?

“Please,” snarls Anti. “Please, they say. As if that… as if… please, they say. Huh.”

But his voice is getting weak and he knows it, so he shuts himself up. For a moment, there’s just Anti with his eyes closed, and Trick rubbing his hands into the muscles of his back, just like Dok always did for him. Anti leans back slightly, his head faltering onto Trick’s shoulder.

“You did used to just say that, when I was scaring you,” he says. “Like you had nothing else to say.”

Trick doesn’t know what he means. He just stands there, massaging his back. He lets one of his hands intertwine with Anti’s hair, hoping to keep him in place.

Anonymous asked: Blood loss is a dangerous thing, Anti. Red might end up struggling somewhat to survive, and he's one of your strongest. I know you wouldn't purposefully kill him, but you might not catch yourself until too late.

“You have to be careful,” agrees Trick quietly. “I don’t think this is what you meant by force.”

Anti stares down at his hands for a second, riddled in blood. He has cut throats too deeply before in the past. And he wasn’t able to amend for that.

He just wanted to feel that Red was as weak as he sometimes feels. Being weaker than Red is not an option. Not again. Never again.

But at least he has his little brother under his heel. Anti rubs distractedly at Trick’s waist, panting harshly in the cold emptiness of the bathroom.

Anonymous asked: Come on, Anti. Let's let Dok bandage Red up now, and he'll most likely survive, okay? Red has suffered enough for what he did. You beat him, yeah? Let Dok help him now.

“No, no,” growls Anti, shaking out his head, stepping away from Trick a little. “No. You don’t have any control over me. Any. You or you.”

He turns and gives Trick a dark look. His little brother makes his posture small and re-buries himself in Anti’s back, hugging him around his waist. Anti fumes, torn. Now that he’s stopped he’s a little worried that Dapper hasn’t woken up. Did he drop him that hard?

No! He shakes it off again, snarling and biting his teeth at nothing at all, because he sees threats everywhere and always, and any amount of control shared is weakness to him.

“I’ll get chain. Stay here.”

“No, please, Anti, please. Let Dok see them. And let Blue go, please.”

“Trick,” he warns, voice low and dangerous.

Anonymous asked: No one is trying to control you right now, Anti. We're scared, we're the weak ones begging at you to just not kill them. To just not hinder your assets like this. No one is trying to control you, we are literally simpering and grovelling.

Anti stares at you for a second.

Then he laughs, shaking his head, and suddenly he just looks bewildered and tired and maybe a little younger than he did a moment ago.

“I don’t… get it?” he laughs. “I don’t… I… you never stop trying to help? Fuck’s sake, I had thought you would all fall off, one by one, as you realized you couldn’t do anything. But fuck, you’ll do anything for them. What the hell? It was going to be my last little defeat over you. Not just that you lost them, not just that Jack’s story stopped. You walking away from it - giving up on them - moving on? That would have been the sweetest victory. But you never do quite go. I don’t get it…”

He drops his knife on the ground, shaking his head.

Dapper and Red said that maybe, with the timeline broken, only the people who really loved them could still remember who they are.

What does that make you?

Anonymous asked: Anti, we're asking you because you have all the control here. We don't. We're asking to let Red be helped, because we're very worried about him, but we can't do anything if you say no. I just think that Red might die if you don't let him be helped.

“But I can’t just let them go, no way,” says Anti, shaking his head and sighing. “They still gotta learn their lessons - and you pansies never like to let them sit with a little well-deserved pain. I’ll go get chain and I’ll look after them myself. Trick, don’t go anywhere. You can be a little shit too, don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Anti paces off, running a shaky hand through his wild green hair.

Trick falls to his knees at his big brother’s side, taking Red’s face between his hands and trying to lift him up without hurting him worse. The wound bleeds heavy, but it isn’t as deep as it could be. Trick feels carefully around the cut and knows that it won’t be fatal. Dok taught him how to check. How to look after them.

“Oh, Ro, fuck, it must hurt like crazy. Are you okay? Are you with me?”

Red smiles faintly, eyes still closed. Max is kissing the side of his hair.

“I’m with you,” he whispers.

pine-storm-season asked: Anti, can you at least let Dok or someone bandage the cut on his throat? It'll still hurt just as bad, but it'll stop bleeding.

Trick tears his shirt apart without hesitation, tying the closest approximation to bandages he has without leaving this bathroom.

“Won’t be perfect, but it might slow it down a little,” he soothes.

“Ohh, no, Trick, please, I’d rather have the pain than a tight collar. I hate things rubbing against me that tight.”

Trick winces. “You might not like what Anti’s got planned for you, buddy.”

“Just check on Dap, I can take the rest…”

pine-storm-season asked: Red, hang on, buddy. You'll be okay, yeah? You'll be okay. Can we help you with anything, Red?

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m bleeding, what else do you want from me?”

Anonymous asked: ohh, man, well done trick. scary as shit. i'm glad you're okay. itll mean a lot to them that you're there and watching over them how you can, thank you.

“I don’t know that I did much at all,” says Trick. “But I think things could have been a lot worse.”

Anonymous asked: Have you noticed some of us haven't given up on /you/ either, Anti? We always mediate and try to calm you when you rage because some of us haven't given up on you either. Always searching for good somewhere in that sewage pit heart heh.

“Awww! So stupid of you!” He shape-shifts his pupils into sweet black hearts and then rolls his eyes.

pine-storm-season asked: We just want to help. Is there anything Trick can do to fix the makeshift bandages on your throat, Red?

“He, um. He put them on me! They are there and slowing down the blood loss. But if you have any ideas - ” He coughs as his voice breaks. “I am open to them. Fuck, I think I better sign.”

pine-storm-season asked: When Anti comes back, we can try to convince him to let someone bandage your throat properly. And we can talk to you unless Anti takes the cameras. Does that sound alright, Red?

“Okay, buddy,” he signs, giving you a fragile grin.

Anonymous asked: i guess just take deep breaths for now, red, buddy. keep moving that oxygen around. try not to move a lot, and focus on keeping calm. uhhh as much as you can. because, granted, shit's fucked atm

“In my family, when is shit unfucked?”

“Lie still,” begs Trick. “Come on, man.”

But the reality of what happened is beginning to hit Red. He leans back against the tub, eyes welling, and sighs as he tries to stay calm.

Anonymous asked: Feckin A+ with the heart-eyes-motherfucker move, mr. sewage pit. 10/10.

“Thanks,” answers Anti testily, taking thin chain from the drawer beside his bed.

Anonymous asked: things definitely wouldve gone way worse if you hadn't come, tricksy. you came up here to help, that's so huge. and you helped calm anti down a little, kept his focus away from them for a bit. you did a lot, trick. i'm sorry the burden was put on your shoulders but you handled it as well as you could, and i'm really really happy you didnt get hurt

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I should have… I should have come sooner, but…”

He turns away from you, shaking his head. Not ready to talk about it.

cest-mellow asked: dapper? are you awake too?

“No, he’s out,” mumbles Trick, touching his little brother’s neck for a pulse. “Oh, tell me he didn’t…”

Turning Dapper onto his side does not make things look better. He kicked him, curled up there against the floor, until Dapper could barely breathe, and then slammed him down against the ground. Dapper is bruised black and blue, his whole body looking small and fragile, and the gash in his wrist has come open and bleeds slowly against the floor. Trick pulls his little brother to his body, hot shame washing over him. He should have come up sooner. He wasn’t going to come at all. He could have killed him. What does Anti know about ribs piercing lungs and head trauma? He reaches down to begin re-wrapping Dapper’s wrist, but then Anti is back, silver in his hands.

Anonymous asked: All this screaming about traitors and sneaks sure does make you seem... weak, honestly. Like you don't even trust that your own strings are still wrapped tight. Like come on Anti, this is the smallest ""betrayal"" that I could possibly imagine and you're having a temper-tantrum. It's okay man, chill down just a bit.

Anti’s face draws back in a snarl - an expression that is fast becoming his norm. His nails dig into his palms as he glares at you, drawing his own blood.

Anonymous asked: Heads up for a bit of maybe-too-soon humor, Red, but last time I gave blood, I got to eat starbursts after to keep my blood sugar good! So, once you all get out of this, I'll owe you some starbursts. You can eat all the pink and red ones but I demand the orange. And Max gets stuck with the yellow ones 'cause he didn't get his throat slit and he can deal with it. Very exclusive club of blood-losers-getting-yummy-candy.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Red whispers before Anti kicks the camera away from him, scowling. You sit across the room, spun around to look back at the tub where Red is lying, coughing.

Anonymous asked: Anti, dude, are you literally so paranoid and overdramatic that Red just getting some pills for him counts as "working against you" in your brain? Calm down, man, you're making yourself look weak.

“I’ll show you goddamn ‘weak,’” hisses Anti, grabbing Red by the hair and dragging him up, to his feet, shoving him down in the tub.

“Anti!” begs Trick, but his brother ignores him. He wraps the chain tight, tight, tight around Red shoulders and legs and shoves the other side against the metal of the tub faucet, using Blue’s fire to melt the two together, chaining Red securely to the tub. Red is crying by now despite a firm, defiant smile on his mouth, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Anti huffs out a bitter laugh and shoves his head before turning to get Dapper too.

“Don’t chain him in there, come on.”

Anti shoves Dapper’s body against Red and ties him into the chains. For a moment, Dapper, disturbed by the movement, awakens and looks dazedly up at his brother, wondering if this is real - he’s never been tied up with anything more than a little rope for as long as he can remember, and Anti hasn’t done much more than slap him around a little or, once, toss him down the stairs since his snap. Usually he’s too scared to do anything more than that. Dapper feels a thrill of alarm. Anti’s fear of Dapper snapping has finally been out-weighed by his fear of losing control over him.

“What?” bites Anti, slapping him. Dapper jolts and shivers, sinking down against Red’s body, letting himself fade away again inside the belly of the bathtub.

scunneredzombie asked: Anti, please be careful with the chains on Dapper... He could potentially have cracked ribs that could puncture his lungs with any excess pressure and kill him, and with that level of head trauma something could be seriously wrong. All I ask is that you let him see dok soon as you feel... okay with that. He could die from this, and there would be no way to fix it.

“It’s just around his neck,” sneers Anti, as if that makes things any better. He rises to his feet and beckons to Trick.

“You. Come with me.”

“Anti, I…”

“I said. Come with me. NOW, Trick.”

Trick hastens to his feet and, trembling, follows after him, casting one last look on his tired brothers, who have fallen quietly together, Dapper unconscious, Red weeping in silence, in pain.

Anonymous asked: yeah, i know, red. we can distract you, if you'd like. do you want us to do that, or to just leave you with trick?

“I… I think,” says Ro, his voice whimpering. “Um. I think I’m just going to take a nap, if that’s okay. I don’t want to be awake right now.”

aether-mae asked: Red buddy, it’s best you do that with all the brothers (minus anti) for the best results. They all need it

Best you run with all his brothers, you mean.

Not just Blue. Not just a short trip to the hospital.

Take all your brothers and run.

Ro turns his head, his breathing struggling with quiet sobs no matter how quickly he tries to bite them down.

“I was just going to take Blue away for a few days,” he cries. “And then maybe come back, if he was okay. Or find a way to get him out of here and then come back myself, to keep looking after the others. The best way to protect them has always been to weather the storm, to weather as much of it for them as I can. Always. Always.”

He turns his head as best he can, coughing on his weak throat, and if he twists his body, he can see: bruises, black and yellow, bruises and blood from the open wrist of his little brother. Tears pour down his cheeks. He rocks himself carefully in the tub, trying not to cry out aloud. Pain and fear. Pain and fear.

That’s his brother.

That’s his lonely, brave, funny, disabled, beautiful, courageous, kind, deadly, perfect baby brother.

And Anti beat him til his whole body was one big bruise.

Jackie opens his mouth and lets himself cry loud and ferocious, tears making his face hot, sobs ripping from his ripped throat. His whole chest shakes with it. He cries so hard it hurts.

“JJ, I’m going to get you out of here,” swears Jackie, pressing their heads together. “My little brother, I promise. We’re all getting the fuck out of here, and we are never coming back.”

Anonymous asked: If you torture or hurt Trick (or Dok for that matter) for doing quite literally nothing but stopping you from killing your two strongest, then I hereby proclaim you have officially lost your gourds. You've won already tonight, Anti. You've won, and they are all hurting and weak. Let it rest.

“No, no, no,” purrs Anti, drawing Trick carefully into his bedroom and putting a hand on the back of his neck, stroking gently at his hair. “No, you stopped me before I did something stupid. That was probably good, huh?”

Relief washes over Trick. He nods eagerly, touching Anti’s arm. “Yeah, I just didn’t want you to hurt anybody!”

“Innocent enough for now,” says Anti, a little bit of a growl in his voice making Trick grovel politely a little, smiling sweetly up at Anti, like a kid embarrassed but also proud to have been caught doing something both clever and against the rules. “But let’s not pretend that you didn’t let the cameras and Dok talk you into this.”

Trick’s faux innocence - a trait he is learning much as Dapper once learned it - falls swiftly away, leaving him nervous and small. “Sorry, Anti.”

“It’s okay,” sighs Anti, stroking his hair. “It’s okay. But I can’t just let this… rift in you continue. You belong to me. Not to Dok. Not to them. To me.”

Trick nods quickly, pursing his mouth and stroking his fingers along the bend of Anti’s elbow. “Okay, master, yes. I’m sorry.”

“No worries, darling. I just want you to do something for me that’s going to be good for everyone involved, alright?”

“Oh?”

Anti smiles, humming. He leans forward, knocking their foreheads together, and looks Trick dead in the eyes.

“Get those necklaces off your twin in the next three days,” says Anti, sugar-sweet, his eyes drizzling to black. “Or I will murder him in his sleep and leave his corpse in the bed beside you.”

Trick freezes solid, eyes blown wide. He looks into Anti’s eyes and finds no lies.

Not this time.

“Okay, pumpkin?” chirps Anti, pulling back. “How’s that sound?”

Trick opens his mouth to protest - and then the power of Anti’s eyes drowns him, and he hears himself giggle without any reason to laugh, and feels himself lean eagerly forward, hugging Anti earnestly to his heart, his arms wrapping deliriously around him.

“There you go,” sighs Anti, sinking back onto the bed and bringing Trick with him, holding his warm body to his chest. “There’s my Jack.”

Anonymous asked: That's okay, Red, love. You sleep. We'll do our best to keep you safe.

And Red sleeps.

Pressed to his little brother. Chained up, cold, in that bloody bathtub, agonized more by the sensation of the chains than of the cut in his throat. But he dreams of Max and safety and his siblings, and that is all that matters.

Dapper, in his sleep, shifts closer to him.

You will do your best to keep them safe. You promised.

From this point on in the story, it will be possible to permanently lose major characters.

#chapter four

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the fall - part four (this time it's personal)

basic summary: anti's not having a good time. no one is, actually. also - plot twist time! who's excited?

trigger warnings: injury, mentions of torture, abuse (?)

pick up, pick up, pick up…

marvin cursed and let his phone drop to his side again, leaning his head back to stare at the clouds above them. he'd been trying to get ahold of someone for about half an hour, but the line just kept ringing and ringing. he wasn't sure what would happen if she didn't answer soon. it was getting dark, and he didn't know what else to do.

swearing under his breath, he tried to call chase again. as he'd expected, he didn't pick up, and neither did henrik when he called him again a few minutes later. they had mentioned to him earlier that they were planning to spend the day out in the town, so he could get why they weren't answering. they were just busy. just busy. nothing had happened, they were just busy.

fuck, he really hoped nothing had happened to them.

anti let out a sudden groan, and marvin was immediately at his side. "you ok?" he asked, and anti responded by weakly flipping him off as his face contorted in pain. he turned himself away as much as he could, curling into himself on the ground.

"you have leaves in your hair again," marvin said flatly. anti didn't even grace him with a response this time.

a few silent moments passed before marvin heard a low grumbling sound that he might have ignored if anti hadn't whimpered and hugged his stomach. marvin bit his lip, considering whether to say anything.

"are you, uh… hungry?" marvin said uncertainly. anti said nothing. marvin was going to press the issue, but his phone suddenly buzzed and he sat straight up, fumbling on the ground next to him. he almost sobbed in relief when he saw who was calling him.

"hej, pyro!" came naomi's cheery voice. he could hear her fiddling with something that made a clicking sound on the other end of the line. "if you want to come round the shop, i could use some help. i messed up a spell and there are roots in the fucking toilet."

marvin squeezed his eyes tight and briefly clamped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from sobbing. "naomi, naomi," he said, his breath hitching. "fuck, i need help."

there was a creaking of a door, and the sound of footsteps. "marvin, what's wrong? did something happen? what can i do?"

he almost laughed at how immediately protective she was. "my brother - i -" he suddenly realized he had no idea how to explain what was going on. he took a deep, shuddering breath, readying himself. "jackie's went off the fucking rails and my other brother who i don't talk about cause he hates us all is now injured because of jackie and i rescued him but i don't know where to go now cause i can't bring anti home and i don't know where henrik and chase are and i've lost jackie and i'm scared, nai, i don't know what to do!"

"marvin, calm down!" naomi cried. "slow down, you - your other brother, the bad one, he's hurt?"

"yes!" marvin wailed, and he covered his face to try and calm his rapidly rising panic levels. "i don't know what to do!"

it seemed he was saying that a lot lately.

"ok, it's ok," naomi said soothingly, and marvin tried to level his breathing. "bring him round the shop. it's protected here, i can try my best. i - i don't know the most of medical things, though."

"that's ok, that's cool," marvin said. "i - he's hurt pretty bad, nai. i don't know if he can walk."

naomi cursed silently. "i don't have a car, i'll - i'll get someone from hecate to come get you guys."

anti sat up slightly, and marvin's eyes widened. "best not to mention hecate right now, dude," he muttered, turning away from anti so as not to see his face.

"ok, cool. where are you?"

he told her and they ended the call.

immediately, anti slapped marvin's arm, trying to get his attention. marvin sighed and turned round, already knowing what he wanted. "what?"

"h-e-c-a-t-e," anti signed, his movements slow and clumsy. "the magic -"

his hands dropped to his chest and he closed his eyes, breathing heavily. marvin glanced up at the sky again, wishing he were anywhere but here.

"really?" he sighed. "even when you're this sick and injured, you're listening in on my phone conversations?"

despite himself, anti smirked, and marvin let out a long breath. "we're not talking about this," he said firmly. anti began to sign something again, but marvin pushed his hands back down. "no. we are not doing this right now."

anti made a noise and fell silent. the situation must be grim, marvin thought, if anti was passing up the opportunity to talk about secret magical organizations.

he decided it'd be best if he just sat back and waited.

"jackie, can you tell us where the fuck we're going?"

henrik gripped chase's hand tightly, not even looking up at his words. he'd been going in and out of extreme panic ever since jackie mentioned anti, and had long ago stopped speaking in favour of just staring straight in front of him, wide eyed. jackie, on the other hand, completely ignored him, racing round the street corner at what was definitely far beyond the speed limit even though chase couldn't see the dash from the back seat. chase furrowed his brow and squeezed henrik's hand reassuringly. "jackie!"

"we're getting away!" jackie said loudly, smacking the dash with his palm. "getting you guys as far the fuck away as we can!"

chase shivered, opening and closing his hands anxiously. "you still haven't explained what happened to marvin," he said, voice shaking. "i - will you just tell us what happened?"

"when we fucking get there," jackie said angrily, and took one hand off the wheel to grab something small and black from his hoodie pocket. "now shut the fuck up, man, i need to concentrate on driving."

"jackie - get where?" chase cried. henrik made a small noise of distress and rested his head on the back of jackie's seat. "i don't know where we're going! please, just tell us, is marvin ok?"

"he's with fucking anti, do you think he's ok?" jackie snarled. chase could hear a low humming noise. "anti's fucking turned him against me!"

chase paused, listening to the sounds of the road. "against… you?"

there was a moment of silence, until jackie regained his composure. "against - against bloody all of us!" he said, voice slightly smaller. chase watched him blink rapidly in the mirror. "got into his head. convinced him he's the good guy here. now he's gonna come for the rest of us, and i won't let him! i'm the big brother, i have to -"

jackie suddenly gasped, clamping a hand over his mouth. the car swerved slightly, and both chase and henrik yelled in panic until they were back on track.

"do you want me to drive?" chase said uncertainly, letting henrik bury his face in his shoulder, shaking. "dude, if you just tell me where we're going, i can -"

"it's fucking fine, ok?" jackie growled. then he softened, seeing chase's face in the mirror. "we're - i'm taking us to the airport. we have to -"

"no!" both chase and henrik cried in unison. the two of them sat straight up and exchanged looks of panic. chase spoke up first. "jackie - stacy, the kids - i have shit to do here, my recording team, my family, i - i have the fucking kids tomorrow, jackie!"

"i - jackie - i -" henrik looked to chase for help, seemingly unable to speak. tears welled up in his eyes and he covered his face, breathing heavily.

"we can't leave," chase said firmly. "we can't just run, jackie. we have to get marvin back!"

"we can't!" jackie sobbed, and a car next to them honked as jackie ran a red light. "we fucking can't, there's no - we - i can't -"

"jackie!" chase suddenly screamed. "what do you think jamie would say?"

they all went dead silent aside for the bumping of the car along the road.

"jamie's not here," jackie murmured. they saw him take a deep breath, trembling. "jamie upped and left us the second he got the fucking chance!"

jackie let out a pained scream, punching the dashboard over and over. "jamie didn't give a shit about the rest of us! jamie expected us to care for him after he ran away from anti, jamie took and didn't give, jamie endangered all of us and didn't give a shit in the end!"

"jackie - jamie is our brother!" chase said. "he was basically being abused, he was practically held captive!" henrik gave a small sob, and chase wrapped an arm around him protectively. "jackie, we - we know you didn't like him a lot, but he was hurting, he needed help!"

the car suddenly slammed to a stop, and chase and henrik both flew forwards, their seatbelts catching them. by the time they sat up again, jackie was already getting out of the car, clutching his head.

chase opened his door. "dude, what the fuck?"

"we're staying at a motel," jackie breathed quietly. he turned to glare at his brothers, eyes glowing softly. "is that ok by you? we can figure out what the hell we're gonna do inside. what say you, is that ok? does that sound like a plan?"

chase nodded frantically, too afraid to say a word.

"good. now let's go. inside, quickly."

the car came to the edge of the forest fifteen minutes after marvin called.

as much as he didn't like them, marvin had to admit that hecate were quick. the driver rolled down his window and waved as marvin stumbled over, carrying an unconscious anti bridal style. "hey-o!" the man in the front seat called, grinning. marvin didn't even bother to force a smile. "need some help with your friend there?"

the driver came out and opened the back door, helping marvin get anti inside. they were off as soon as they were settled, anti spread across the seats with his head on marvin's legs. he wasn't sure how he felt about that - no positive feelings, that was for sure - but anti was completely out of it, and there wasn't much else they could do. marvin supposed he was grateful that he wasn't awake enough to ask any questions about hecate.

there was no small talk. as soon as the driver pulled up outside nai's blomma magi - naomi's flower shop - marvin was out of the car and getting anti inside. the second he saw his friend's familiar figure, he almost fell from exhaustion. "nai," he sobbed, and let the driver take anti from his arms so marvin could collapse into naomi, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "i'm so, so sorry for calling you so suddenly, i didn't know where else to go…"

"shh, you're alright," naomi soothed, holding marvin tightly. he felt her turn her head away, short brown hair tickling his face. "is this the, uh, the brother?"

he nodded, straightening and scrubbing at his face, embarrassed. "yeah, yeah," he mumbled, turning to the man who was lifting anti into his arms. "he's been hurt, i don't entirely know what happened, but… jackie basically tortured him or some shit, from what i've seen."

"good fucking god," naomi murmured. "jackie? the ginger-y one?"

marvin nodded, feeling more tears building up. "he - naomi, i don't know what's happened to him." he sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

naomi bit her lip and beckoned for the other man to follow her upstairs. they left the shop and entered naomi's place, where marvin had been many times before. it was warm and bright, with almost as many plants as the florist's below. the walls were each painted pastel colours, some stained with dirt or sap from the various vines and things climbing them. there seemed to be more nature than there was furniture marvin loved it.

"bring him in here, lucas," naomi said, and marvin realized with a pang of guilt that he hadn't even asked the driver's name or thanked him for his help. just another strike to the "asshole marvin" list. "this is my spare room, not as much bullshit in here. i do hope he isn't allergic to pollen."

the room was rather small, probably why it was just the spare room, with one large window, peeling wallpaper and a bed next to piles of boxes. "for when my sisters come visit," naomi explained. "thank you, lucas. oh, marvin!" she gestured towards the man. "this is my friend lucas!"

the blonde flashed marvin a smile, and marvin gave an awkward grin that probably looked more like a grimace. "nice to meet ya," lucas said, in a strong southern accent.

naomi got down and fumbled through some boxes, which marvin took as a cue to take off his bag again and pull out his medkit. "this is all i've got," he admitted. "i don't think i've managed to help him a lot."

"it's ok, i've got stuff," naomi said, looking up at him and nodding. "lucas, can you get the white box from under the bathroom sink for us, please?"

"oh, sure, sure," he said as he left the room. as soon as he was gone, marvin raised an eyebrow.

"who's he?" he asked, completely casually.

naomi laughed. "a friend from hecate, calm your tits. if you'd stayed in the organization, you would've met him too."

marvin scowled, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. "whatever. if hecate stopped trying to steal my fucking magic that i found, then maybe i'd stay. but no, i'm not allowed to use black magic so it's their responsibility to take it from me… like they wouldn't just use it for themselves, the bastards."

"hey, remember i'm still with hecate," naomi warned. "we're not all like that."

anti suddenly cried out, shuddering and grabbing at the air. marvin turned to face him, holding his hands up to try and calm him.

"hey, just me," he said. "just me and my friend, you're - you're cool."

anti's eyes opened slightly. he looked at marvin, grinning nervously, and then his gaze landed on naomi.

it was like an instant switch. anti let out a strangled cry and pushed himself up, gripping the blankets and trying to get himself as far away as possible. marvin leapt to his feet as anti clawed at the air, trying to hit someone and emitting a loud static hum. "calm down, it's ok, she's not going to hurt you!"

it was of course at that moment that lucas came back into the room. "ok, i think i found - jesus christ, what is going on?"

anti snarled and tried to stand, but his legs immediately gave out beneath him and he collapsed against the door to the closet next to the bed. he sank to his knees, gasping and panting, glitching wildly. lucas dropped naomi's box to the end of the bed, mouth agape. "fuckin' hell, what's with this guy?"

marvin whipped round to face naomi. "did you not tell him anything?" he hissed.

"well, what did you want me to tell him, that your brother who you never talk about to anyone including me is some kind of glitchy demon?" she hissed back.

anti made a loud, angry noise from the floor, and marvin turned back to lucas. "you're magic, correct? anti's magic. just a different kind of magic."

"he's a demon?" lucas gaped, his glasses falling to the end of his nose. anti hissed, and marvin bent down next to him, rolling his eyes. "no, he's not a demon. he's human - i know, shocking. he sure doesn't fucking act like it." he directed this last part at anti, and anti, too weak to do much else, turned to growling and slowly signing death threats.

"why can't he talk?" marvin heard lucas ask naomi quietly, though not quietly enough that they didn't hear. at least he had the tact to try and stay silent. no one answered him.

marvin sighed. "anti, come on. let me help you off the floor, that can't be comfortable." he took one of anti's wrists, but anti gasped and scrambled back, holding his arms to his chest.

"excuse me, if i may," lucas said, pushing his way forward. "i think that maybe, uh, one of his wrists is broken?"

anti was still wearing marvin's jacket, but under the sleeves, marvin could see how bruised his right arm was. "fucking hell," he muttered. "we - we can't exactly go to a hospital for this, can we."

as if on queue, anti glitched and howled in pain.

marvin stood, head spinning with panic. he looked at naomi and lucas for a moment, wondering if he should do what he wanted to do. "shit, i…" he hesitated. "i need to go find my brothers. make sure they're ok. they should be back at the house by now, i think they were out earlier - lucas, can i borrow your car?"

lucas looked startled. "i -"

"good, great, thanks." marvin clapped lucas on the back as he passed him, clicking his fingers as he opened the door. "get anti off the floor and back onto the bed if you can. maybe try and get ahold of a hecate doctor if you can, nai, we'll -"

"wait, you can't just - you can't just leave us with him!" lucas shouted. "what do we do?"

naomi clapped a hand on lucas's shoulder. "it's ok, we'll look after him. but pye, i'm… i'm a more lower class magician, i don't have access to all of hecate. i mean, i'll - i'll do my best, ok?" she bit her lip. "you go find your brothers."

marvin nodded, and smiled as he left the room.

henrik had never stayed in a motel before. chase had a few times, when he was traveling with his family, so when he told henrik that this was the shittiest motel possibly ever, henrik was inclined to believe him.

"these sheets are gross," chase whispered, causing henrik to snort from his place on the other bed. he'd calmed down significantly, though he was still scared for marvin. anti had done so many horrible things to henrik during his two months stay with him; keeping him in that dark room for weeks on end, feeding him whatever anti happened to have on hand that day (which was sometimes nothing), hitting him whenever he talked back or stepped out of line. the scariest part of their time together was that while anti constantly threatened to cut henrik open with his knives or tear his eyes out and make him eat them, he never did. henrik spent most of his time alone, feeling claustrophobic and terrified, waiting for anti to come hurt him. he didn't want to go through that ever again, and despite his dislike for marvin, didn't want him to have it happen to him either.

chase flopped down next to henrik, causing him to tense up until chase smiled and rested his head on henrik's chest, sprawling across the bed. "well, this is certainly a fun adventure, isn't it?"

they both knew it wasn't. marvin was missing and despite chase's casual demeanor, henrik could tell he was scared out of his mind but hiding it for his sake. he softened, curling up with his brother and hugging himself. "very fun, absolutely."

suddenly, the door flew open and they heard jackie stomp inside. they both tensed, and henrik's hand found chase's in an instant. jackie stormed into the room from the hall, red faced and furious. "what the fuck are you doing?" he yelled, towering over the two of them. henrik let out an embarrassing whimper and pushed back into the headboard.

chase was braver than henrik. he scoffed, sitting up and glaring. "we're just sitting here, dude, calm the fuck down! you're scaring us, what is wrong with you?"

jackie just stood there, breathing heavily. his eyes were rimmed with red. henrik noticed he was wearing a strange black necklace; the thing he'd been holding in the car, he realized.

"i'm sorry," jackie said, very softly. he blinked rapidly, letting out a shuddering sigh. "really, i - i don't…"

he trailed off. henrik kept his eyes on the necklace. it seemed to be emitting a sound.

chase sighed loudly. "can you talk to us now?" he asked gently. "please? you've been acting… so strange, what's -" he paused, and henrik squeezed his hand. "- is it just because of marvin? i'm sorry you had to see... whatever happened to him. can you try and tell us? he's our brother too, jackie."

jackie mumbled something henrik couldn't hear.

"what did you -"

"marvin is a fucking traitor!" jackie suddenly screamed, his eyes ablaze with burning light. the necklace on his chest let out a high pitched screeching noise that made the brothers curl into each other, terrified. "marvin left us for anti, marvin doesn't care!"

henrik covered his face, panic bubbling in him. chase held him closely, protectively. "dude, what are you on about? if marvin's with anti, it's because he's hypnotizing him, you know that!"

jackie laughed, almost hysterically. "you don't fucking get it!" he giggled. "god, you don't - you don't fucking understand, he's going to take all of us away, gonna make us his fucking puppets!"

henrik couldn't breathe. he tried to calm himself by stroking the soothing denim material of his jacket, but his fingers were going numb with fear and his head was spinning, tears pricking his eyes. chase noticed. "jackie, stop it! you can't just say that shit, you know it freaks henrik out - why are you being such a dick? we lost marvin too!"

"he was my brother!" jackie screamed, and there was something wrong with his voice - it was doubling over itself, like his voice was being multiplied. "he was mine to look after, but he took him, anti took him, that bastard, he tries to fucking destroy everything i love, from the very first day of my existence to now!"

there was a long moment of tense silence.

"jackie," chase said, too quietly. "what - what is that necklace you're wearing?"

henrik looked up again to see. the necklace was smoking, black clouds rising in front of jackie's face. if he didn't know any better, he'd say that the light in jackie's eyes had been replaced with this darkness too.

jackie grinned widely. "just to protect you guys," he said under his breath. henrik strained to hear him. "i'm doing it all to protect you."

henrik didn't dare to breathe.

chase sat up, letting go of henrik for a brief moment. "jackie," he said, and henrik was awed by how steady his voice was. "me and henrik are going back home. we're going -"

without warning, dark plumes of smoke shot from the necklace, and jackie raised a hand to control it in a steady stream directed towards chase. henrik screamed as the shadows lifted chase up, gasping and choking, and threw him back down onto the soft carpeted floor. jackie contorted his face in anger, his eyes and hand now pure black, darkness spreading from his face. as henrik watched, the blackness retracted into him like a video playing in reverse, and jackie casually cracked his neck as his eyes returned to their normal dark blue. chase scrambled back, wheezing and grabbing at his neck, staring at jackie with horror in his eyes.

"no," jackie said softly. "you're not."

he turned to look at henrik, who nearly passed out right then and there. he was beginning to feel extremely lightheaded, probably from the lack of oxygen due to his panic. jackie tilted his head and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. the tension in the room could be cut through with a knife.

"you both are going to stay right here, in this room," jackie murmured, not moving. "where i can look after you and keep you safe."

his hoodie pocket began to move, like something was trying to get out. henrik stared, wide eyed, as two of jackie's MAAS bots emerged from his pocket, green and black with blinking blue lights in the centre. their tails swished as they flew up to the ceiling, looking down on the brothers.

"no one's going to take you away," jackie said, watching the bots float upwards. "i'm going to keep you safe."

#jacksepticeye #boop writes #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #naomi gudmundson #lucas ross #the fall

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cheryyori · 4 years

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SK8TERBOY - Skaterboy!Yeosang/Soft!Reader Social Media AU ft. side pairing: Seonghwa/OC

Genre: Pure fluff (possible smut has yet to be determined)

A.N. Whoop, new update, not a lot of Yeosang bc Y/N is a bit of a mess rn. Also italics is Japanese. Also a bonus chapter about Seonghwa and Sumire’s date from the last two chapters will be coming soon bc I’m soft for them.

Chapter summary: It was supposed to be a nice evening between roommates/friends until Y/N gets an unknown text from what might be Yeosang and starts freaking out on what to do. Aka Y/N is still up to her usual clownery.

Taglist: @philosopher-of-fandoms @mangobee @mingiibabieee @yourbunny-xxii @angelichris-b97 @yeosatinyngz @kimtae-bae

(let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

Masterlist. prev. next.

Chapter 4. You’re Pretty Cute

Once Y/N returned home, she dropped her bag onto the floor and kicked her shoes off before flopping face down onto the couch. A muffled loud groan left her lips as she recalled her clownery.

“Oh god, she’s finally lost it,” a voice mutters, followed by the sound of a slap to the shoulder. Yusung, Y/N thinks as she recognized the deep voice of his.

“Yusung, don’t be rude!” another says in a harsh whisper. Y/N knew that it was Suzaku who was berating the younger.

“What? It’s not our fault she’s an idiot,” Yusung said. Suzaku smacked his shoulder again, only this time harder than the last one, “Ouch, will you stop that, you bastard!”

“You know that said idiot can hear you, right?” Another chipped in. Junho had been sitting on the other couch, adjacent to the one Y/N flopped onto while scrolling on his phone for anything remotely interesting.

“I have such great friends,” Y/N huffs as she looked up to see the three boys. She could see Yusung stand tall (the bastard being the tallest out of all of them and using his height to make many short jokes at both her and Sumire’s expenses) besides Suzaku who had a concerned look on his face.

“Again, not our fault that you’re an idiot sometimes,” Yusung said once again. Suzaku elbowed him but used one hand to cover the small smile on his lips.

“This is bullying! I will not stand for such slander!” Y/N cried as she sat up, a pout on her lips as she glared at the boys. Junho remained unfazed by the whole exchange, ignoring his group of friends as usual. Yusung, on the other hand, stuck his tongue out at Y/N.

“You two are being loud, shut up!” A female groaned. Emerging from the kitchen, Sumire had a tired looked on her face. Her hair a mess as she walked into the living room, apparently she had been sleeping before the commotion.

“Sumi!” Y/N whined, “They’re bullying me again!” She said as she pointed to the boys, standing up as she went to Sumire’s arms. Sumire only sighed and placed a small pat on Y/N’s back in a weak attempt to comfort her.

“Sumi, you can’t blame us for Y/N’s own clownery!” Y/N heard the soft snort that escaped from Sumire’s lips and pulled away, staring at her in betrayal.

“Sorry,” there a small smile on her lips, “but it was kinda funny to read the whole thing,” Sumire explains. Y/N groaned as rest her head on her shoulder, wanting nothing more than to forget this moment.

“Don’t remind me,” Y/N whined, “I was so excited to see him again and thinking about what nonsense you three idiots were spamming in the chat that I totally spaced out and forgot to ask for his number!”

“Disappointed, but not surprised,” Junho mutters to himself but Y/N’s ears perked up at his words.

“Nam Junho! You are rude!” Y/N fumed. Junho merely shrugged and continued scrolling through his phone. Sumire sighed and decided that since she was up now, she might as well get started on dinner.

“I’m going to make dinner now, feel free to join me if you’re bored─no, not you Yusung!” She gave Yusung a pointed look as he started heading towards the kitchen, “Don’t think you’re still off the hook from the rice cooker incident last night.”

“Oh my god, it was an accident, how was supposed to know you plug the damn thing in?”

“How do you burn rice without having it plugged in?” She replied, raising a brow at him. Yusung opened his mouth before promptly closing it, not wanting to be judged more than he already was by his best/childhood friend.

“Fine. I’ll go play with Iroha, at least she’ll appreciate me!” He grumbled as he stalked over to the small ragamuffin kitten that was settled in the corner. “Iroha-chan! Come play with uncle Sungie!” He cooed as he picked up the small kitten and the toy that had caught her attention.

"I think I’m gonna be in my room for a bit,” Y/N said, “Today was quite eventful,” she mutters as she slowly dragged her feet to her room. Sumire almost felt bad for her friend. Almost, if she didn’t recall the texts she had with Seonghwa earlier. It will only be a matter of time when Yeosang will text Y/N.

“Alright, I’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” Y/N nodded and went inside her room, flopping onto her bed. Y/N closed her eyes, her mind constantly replaying her time with Yeosang and felt her cheeks heat up. Her heart suddenly picked up as she thought about him in general and let her thoughts wonder if he was dating anyone. Would he want to date her-

“AH! Y/N stop thinking like that!” She shrieked as she smacked her warm cheeks lightly again. “You don’t even know him! And you didn’t get his number! Maybe this is a sign that you’re going to be forever alone,” she scolded herself before letting out a dejected sigh.

It was then that her phone went off, Y/N figured that it might have been either one of the boys or Sumire and glanced over at the message before she let out a scream when she saw who texted her.

Meanwhile, in the living room/kitchen, everyone was doing their own thing to pass the time before dinner was ready when they heard Y/N’s voice coming from her room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Junho was the first to ask as he looked up from his phone.

“So it’s begun,” Sumire muttered to herself as she ignored Y/N’s scream and continued to cook. Suddenly Y/N rushed out of her room and into the kitchen, her phone in hand as she held it out towards Sumire.

“H-he─” Y/N couldn’t even make the first words out as she slowly started talking nonsense. This ruckus caused all the boys to walk into the kitchen (surprisingly Yusung wasn’t kicked out this time) to figure out what the hell was going on with their roommate.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Yusung asked, carrying Iroha in his arms. The ragamuffin kitten was oblivious to what was happening around her as she started to paw at his fingers.

“I-I, he─!” Y/N continued to babble before Sumire shuts off the stove and went over to take her phone.

“Oh,” she says, “He texted her.”

“Who did?” Suzaku asked, going over to Sumire’s side as he peered over her right shoulder while Junho peered over her left side.

“Her skaterboy friend,” Sumire replied.

“I thought you said you two didn’t exchange numbers,” Junho asked with a raised brow.

“W-we didn’t,” Y/N said.

“Then how the hell did he get you number?” Junho continued, skeptical of the idea that this was really her skaterboy crush who was texting her.

“U-uh, I don’t know,” Y/N mutters.

“Hey, here’s a crazy idea,” Sumire started, “Why don’t you, you know, ask him,” she suggested, handing her phone back.

“B-but that’s scary,” Y/N mutters, thinking what if it some stranger or worse. It actually was Yeosang, how the heck was she going to text him?

“Can’t you do it for me, Sumi?” Y/N asked, batting her eyes at her wife.

“No,” Sumire replies, “besides, it’s not that hard it’s just a text, you can text him. Also take a deep breath before you do, you look like you’re going to pass out,” she told Y/N, who was looking rather pale at the moment.

“I think Y/N rather die than do that,” Yusung snorted.

“Shut up, Yusung, don’t make me hit you,” Sumire glares at her childhood friend, eyes narrowing at him.

“As if you can reach me,” The boy mutters. At this, Sumire kicked the back of his knees, causing him to fall onto them.

“Ah, thank you for continuing to brighten my day, Sumire,” Junho smiled brightly at the sight.

“Dammit, Junho, you bastard!” Yusung grumbles as he sets Iroha safely on the ground and rubs the back of his knees.

“Anyways,” Sumire continued, glancing back at Y/N, “Just text him, trust me, it’s not that hard.”

“O-okay,” Y/N said as she took a deep breath. Just a text, she told herself before going replying to the unknown number might or might not be Yeosang.

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N,” Yusung muttered over her shoulder, apparently reading the text she just sent to Yeosang.

“S-shut up, Yusuck!” Y/N exclaimed with a red face before reading Yeosang’s reply, turning away from them all.

“So? Did he say how he got your number?” Suzaku asked curiously.

“He said that his roommate Seonghwa gave it to him,” Y/N replied, causing the boys to have a surprised look.

“Seonghwa? Like Sumi’s Seonghwa, Seonghwa?” Yusung asked. At this Sumire went back to cooking dinner, missing the suspicious look Junho cast her way before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Yeah, I guess I must have given Seonghwa my number and he passed it along to Yeosang when heard about our situation,” Y/N concluded, earning a quiet snort from Sumire.

“Huh, that’s kinda anti-climatic, I thought skaterboy started typing in random numbers until he got your number right,” Yusung pouted before cooing at a mewing Iroha. Junho gave Sumire another glance and hummed to himself.

“Well, at least you have a way to get in contact with him,” Suzaku said, “And the fact that he texted you first means he likes you!”

“Oh my god, Suzaku, I barely know him!” Y/N sighed.

“But you think he’s cute, right?” He pressed. Y/N bit her lower lip because yes, she did think he was cute. And she hates how these little heathens knew that she thought he was cute.

“I mean yeah but─”

“Then why not ask him out?” Yusung chimed in, leaning forwards slightly, “I mean let’s be honest, we’re all sick of you complaining to us about wanting to go on cute dates whenever Sumi leaves the apartment to meet Seonghwa.”

“I-I─” Y/N’s cheeks were tinted pink as she gawked at Yusung, “I-I do not complain! I just think that going out with someone would be nice,” she pouted.

“Ah, you’re complaining again!”

“Shut up, Yusuck!” Y/N snapped before turning her attention back to her phone.

“CHO YUSUNG!” Y/N shrieked as Yusung stole her phone from her hands and replied to Yeosang. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the text he sent before she started hitting his chest with a red face.

“Ouch, ouch! Dammit, woman! You should be thanking me, I just secured you your future boyfriend!” Yusung whined as he grabbed her arms to stop her from hitting him anymore. Y/N will not be thanking him if anything she felt mortified.

“More like secured your own death,” Sumire comments.

“I AM GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE SHIN, CHO YUSUNG!”

“As much I would love to see that,” Junho drawled out, “I think your skaterboy called you cute as well,” he said as he swiped her phone out of Yusung’s hand and read the newest text.

“WHAT?!” Y/N took her phone back and stared at the screen, feeling oddly giddy as she read the text.

“Oh god, you’re already sending him cute love memes? You’re so whipped for him,” Yusung teased, beside him was a snickering Suzaku.

“Shut up, Yusuck! It was an accident! And Suzaku! How could you betray me like this!”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s kinda cute though,” Suzaku cooed, “This is the best and cutest entertainment since Seonghwa paced around the living room and asked for our permission to try to ask Sumi-chan on a date last week.”

“Anyways, dinner’s ready,” Sumire says, clearing her throat when her name was mentioned and placed five plates on the table they were all gathered around. The three immediately quiet down as everyone took their seats to enjoy dinner, a few teasing remarks from both Suzaku and Yusung as they poked fun at Y/N and her crush on Yeosang ( “It’s not a crush, you two!” “Aw, look at how red her cheeks are!” “Aw, how cute!” )

After dinner, they all went into their room to retire for the night.

#ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez fluff #ateez social media au #ateez sm au #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #yeosang x reader #yeosang x you #yeosang fluff #kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #ateez x reader #skaterboy au #social media au #sm series: SK8TERBOY

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Careless

For @b-lank-0 in return for the lovely art she drew for Witness!!! It was awesome and amazing and you can find it on my Instagram

Warnings: non/dubcon, rough sex, multiple partners, threat of violence, humiliation.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You share a floor with Bucky and Steve in Stark Tower. They’re growing tired of your general cluelessness and they let it be known.

DISCLAIMER: READ ALL WARNINGS. ALL OF THEM.

It was difficult at first. You hadn’t lived with anyone since that one year in university. After that, you had requested a private dorm; late nights filled with your roommates blaring music and raucous voices had been too much. Ever since, you had held to the pattern of solitary. You weren’t anti-social per se, more socially inept. Your childhood shyness had only grown to adulthood aloofness. So it was that you had moved into Stark Tower with trepidation.

You had been an intelligence operative for years but only recently promoted to work directly with Stark and his team. Your move to New York had been stressful in itself and Tony had generously offered to save you a fortune in rent with a tenure at his infamous skyscraper. You had accepted if only because you had no other option. Yet the prospect of living alongside those you had only ever seen on the news was even more overwhelming than merely the thought of living with others.

The actual arrangements had cemented your anxiety; stirring a constant storm of nerves within. You were to share a floor with the two super soldiers and thus far they had been less than welcoming. You supposed that was mostly your fault. Your shyness was often mistaken for standoffishness and you were clumsy to boot. Disaster was never far behind you. The only thing you were skilled at was your job and that only took up so much of your time. When left to your own devices, well, you were better off doing nothing at all than even trying.

Today was no exception to the rules. It had been almost a month since your arrival at the tower. You were slowly growing used to your roommates. You had learned to time your own daily routine around theirs. You woke up early to shower before they woke so you were gone before them and ate your meals in the common room a few floors down. When you were in the loft, you tried to stay in your room. The few times you had run into Steve or Bucky, you felt as if you were in their way. Especially after spilling a bowl of cereal on the former and elbowing the other in his rib as you tried to untangle your sleeve from a door handle.

You were in the shower when it all fell apart. You were just washing the last of the soap from your hair when the alarm began to wail. Shit! You forgot you put the kettle on for tea and you had taken a bit longer than planned. You pulled back the curtain and wrapped yourself in a towel before you dashed into the hallway. You cursed under your breath as you ran to the stove, the smoke rising as you turned the knob to ‘off’. You took the dishcloth from over the oven handle and began to fan the thick cloud away from the alarm’s sensor.

“Jesus,” Bucky’s angry voice was the last you wanted to hear. Steve followed behind as they arrived to scowl at your latest fiasco.

The alarm stopped its song and you lowered your arm and hung the dishcloth back in its spot. You gulped as you clutched the top of the towel together. Water dripped from your hair in cool pebbles down your back. You shivered as the smoke cleared and the super soldiers remained; grumbling as they crossed their arms at you.

“Sorry, guys,” You cringed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Well you did,” Bucky growled as he neared and leaned against the fridge. He yawned though it sounded more a snarl.

“You know, we just got back from a mission?” Steve huffed, his chest rose and fell dangerously. You noticed then that neither of them were dressed. They only wore their boxers and it made you even more aware of your own lack of clothing.

“At three a.m.,” Bucky added, “So about three hours ago.”

“I really didn’t mean too. I was just making tea.” You blinked innocently.

“While you were in the shower?” Steve’s arms uncrossed, his hands on his hips now. “Smart.”

“You really need to get your head on straight,” Bucky gritted through his teeth, “This little sweet act isn’t gonna cut it forever.”

“Tony and his pet projects,” Steve chortled darkly, “He does pick the most tragic characters.”

“Hey,” Despite the active discontent aimed in your direction, your hackles rose at the jab. “I earned my place here. Same as you.”

“No, you see we’re agents and you’re, well...” Steve looked to Bucky.

“A desk jockey,” Bucky finished. “You’re Stark’s little pet. Running around, grabbing his files and his coffee.”

“No,” Your voice peaked, “I do more than that. I-I-I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Oh look, the little mouse is upset,” Bucky chuckled, “She might even bite if we push her far enough.”

“Just leave me alone,” You grumbled and made to walk past them. They moved in tandem and closed the space between them; blocking your way out of the kitchen. “Get out of my way.”

“You gonna make us?” Steve challenged.

“Just...you two, stop, okay? I’ll go talk to Tony and have him change my room.” You hugged your chest as the towel threatened to slip.

“Hmm,” They looked at each other before their eyes went back to you, “We don’t want you to move.”

“No, we just want you to learn a few things,” Bucky smirked, “Like how this whole thing works.”

“What ‘whole thing’?” You asked dryly. You stepped back just a little under the heat of their gaze.

“Living together, working together…” Steve’s eyes strayed along your bare shoulder, “I don’t think the problem here is your general oblivion.”

“No, there’s tension, you see? Anger at first, sure, but more than that,” Bucky flexed his biceps as he spoke. “We need to get it all out in the open. Take the stress out of this place.”

You took another step back and looked around the loft. You weren’t sure you caught their meaning clearly. You swallowed your nerves. “Look, I’m just going to have my tea and you two can get back to bed.” You turned and opened a cupboard, distracting yourself as you searched for the breakfast tea. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

You closed the cupboard door, the tea swiftly snatched from your grip. Steve threw the box over his shoulder and it bounced into the sink. You tried to back away but found yourself colliding with another; unseen until his arm was around your middle. Bucky clung to you and shifted you next to the stove. With his free arm he reached over your shoulder and moved the kettle from one burner to the other. He grabbed your hand and raised it over the hot coil; just close enough to feel its heat.

“Now, you’re going to do as we say or we’ll just teach you the old fashioned way,” Your hand was only an inch from the burner. “Understood?”

You trembled as he held you against the stove. Your voice rose an octave as you choked out your answer. “Y-yes.”

You glanced over at Steve, shocked as he hooked his thumbs in his boxer and removed them with a single swipe. As he stood upright, so did his cock and you gasped. Bucky pulled you away from the stove and released your hand. He tugged at the towel until it fell away and you tried to catch it. Bucky’s hands were on your shoulders, pushing you towards the island opposite the counter. Your stomach hit the lip painfully and you soon found yourself bent over the island.

Steve came to the other side, his thick fingers brushed your damp hair away from your face. He smacked your ass, your feet dangling to the floor as you struggled to reach the tile. Steve’s hand knotted in your hair and he pulled your head back, his other hand on his cock.

“Don--” You were smothered as he pushed himself past your lips, grazing your teeth.

You almost bit down as you felt Bucky’s cock prodding at your entrance. You kicked your feet out and he slapped your ass with both hands. You yelped around Steve’s cock as he shoved himself further, gagging you as he met the back of your throat. Bucky entered you as he spread your ass, bottoming out as Steve did the same. Your hands gripped the countertop as you struggled to breath.

“Now, I think this is much better than arguing,” Steve remarked as his hand went to your neck. He could feel his cock as it moved inside.

The sensation of both of them inside of you was too much. The shock of how quickly it had all descended was worse. You could barely breathe, the invasion of both mouth and pussy was painful. Bucky’s metal fingers stabbed into your hip and Steve’s hand formed a vice as he held both your neck and hair as he plowed into your face. You were struggling to stay conscious as Bucky got deeper inside, well past your limit.

You gurgled around Steve’s cock, the slobber coating his length and your lips. Their grunts and the slapping of flesh drowned out any noise you made in your distress. You reached out to grasp Steve’s thighs, trying to hold him away from you. He only thrust harder and you started slapping him blindly, your eyes rolling back.

You felt yourself growing wetter as Bucky worked into you easier. Your face was on fire, both from the ongoing assault and your shame. The little flicker was growing to a spark. You felt Bucky’s grip on your leg as he forced you to bend it up on your counter at a right angle. You were even more open to him and he held your leg in place with a growl.

“Fuck, Stevey, you were right,” He snarled, “She’s not so hopeless after all.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve pulled out of your mouth suddenly. “Come on, switch.”

“P-please,” You tried to pull yourself away from Bucky’s relentless pounding. He dragged you back and pinched your ass before he removed himself. Your leg slipped down weakly.

His hands were replaced by two flesh ones and Steve entered you without warning. He wasn’t any gentler than Bucky and you writhed as you heard Bucky coming around the counter. “Don’t worry,” He grabbed your hair, “I don’t need your mouth to finish,” He stroked himself as he smirked down at you, “All you have to catch.” His hand slipped to your chin and he squeezed, “Open up.”

You were forced to obey as his fingers crushed your jaw and he rubbed himself faster, his tip tapping your lip as he began to moan. Steve’s thrusts were unwinding you as you watched Bucky play with himself. Steve moved your legs together, creating a snugger fit for his cock. You let out a long moan which peaked as your orgasm came suddenly at the change in position. Bucky hissed and white streams spurted forth, some in your mouth, more along the bridge of your nose and above your eye.

Bucky backed away as he slowed to a halt and your hips were slammed into the counter’s edge. You were empty within the second and felt another hot stream along your back as Steve came too. You slipped from the marble as he let you go and you crumpled to the floor heavily. Neither of them paid much heed as they breathed heavily above you. You could barely keep sitting up as your muscles buzzed.

“Now,” You sensed them as they came near and looked up. Spit and cum all over your face. “I think we’re ready to go back to bed.” Steve smirked as Bucky flicked his brows up. “Think you can keep quiet?”

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The Chosen Ch. 2 - First Glance

Pirate Bakugou x Mermaid Reader Fic

The Chosen Princess of the Sea and The Ex Prince of the Fire Tribe finally meet, though it was far from planned. Will they get along for the fate of the world or will their similar personalities clash at first glance?

Alrighty so I don’t exactly have a planned day I’ll be updating since I’ve been so busy recently but I’m trying at least to get one chapter in a week, the worst being a two week late. I got a l o t of positive feedback from Chapter 1 so I am confident to say this story will continue to be a 10 Chapter fic so get readY. This chapter is kind of based off my preview but I will be changing a lot of scenes to fit the plot/story line better. Hope you enjoy!

Today was a slow day for the infamous Captain Zero. No other crew to attack, no secret treasure to search for, no fancy gala to crash,

For once the young captain and his crew found themselves bored, sailing the vast blue seas in hopes of running into some sort of excitement. Their average day consisted of dangerous raids, wild chases, or just simple goofing around a random town to scare the citizens.

The group of pirates were far from being villainous, but they weren’t heroes either. ‘Anti-Heroic Pirates’ was what they liked to call themselves.

Aboard the captain’s boat were four other idiotic crew members, ones he couldn’t say he was very proud of but ones he knew were loyal dogs.

First up was Chargebolt, otherwise known as Kaminari Denki. The spunky boy got his nickname from his sparking personality due to his descending of the Fire Tribe, the yellow haired boy was known as a reckless but skilled figher with little to no sense of knowledge.

Next was Cellophane, formerly known as Hanta Sero. The dark haired boy got his nickname from his childhood hero, a demigod blessed with a tape like quirk that he had received from the God of the Skies himself. To match his idol, the air tribe boy crafted his own weapon similar to the power of the demigod.

The only female of Captain Zero’s crew was next, Alien Queen, or Mina Ashido. This spunky gal got the first half of her name name from her rather peculiar looks, while the other half came from her, ‘I own this world’ attitude. No female nor male could stand in her way. Coming from the Earth Tribe, her personality was sweet and bubbly but also strong-willed and powerful.

Next was Red Riot, otherwise known as Eijiro Kirishima. The redhead, hints his nickname, is the captain’s right hand man. Through thick and thin the boy always remained at the captain’s side, earning his trust even though the captain came off as rude. Coming from the Earth Tribe as well, the redhead’s was blessed with strong will-power. Some people said he would quite literally wreck through any problem that came his way. While his personality came off as easygoing and soft, when it came to protecting the ones he loved he was far from soft.

Last but certainly not least, left the Captain himself… Captain Zero, otherwise known as Bakugou Katsuki. The young boy was known as the most infamous pirate at sea, anyone seeing his flag waving never dared to challenge. His parent’s were leaders of the Fire Tribe before, but after refusing to join the throne he ran away to become a rough and tough pirate. The ash blond took what was rightfully his, then took more. And if anyone dare bring up his past, they would rue the day they opened their mouth.

The diverse crew had been through thick and thin together, going from a group of kids on a jacked up ship, to the most feared crew that ever sailed the seas. Many tried to go up against them, making the mistake to assume they were ‘just a bunch of harmless kids’ but that only made Ground Zero’s crew more powerful. The five of them made sure every person in the world knew that they were the best around.

With the crew being so active, it was certainly an off day for them as they sailed far along Japan to some nearby islands, each attempting to busy themselves with a task with nothing much to do.

Laying across one of the barrels near the edge of the boat, a long groan emitted from Mina’s lips as she rolled over on her stomach, her lips pouted out.

“It’s almost noon and not one ship has come into sight, this day couldn’t get more boring.”

Playing chess beside her were Sero and Kirishima, the two looking over to her with dull expressions before nodding in agreement.

“We could feed Kaminari to the fish again.” Sero said with a grin, causing the bright haired boy to make a sound of disgust, interrupting his intense gazing of the oceans the sailed and conquered.

“If any of buckos force me on that plank again, I’ll sock you all square in the jaw!” Kaminari shouted out defensively, his voice not being able to hide the slight fear he had as he looked over to his group of friends cautiously.

A group of laugh’s was heard from the crew below, their faces grinning at the remembrance of when they chucked the electric boy overboard for kicks.

The life of the boat was seeming to come back with just a few laughs until the sound of boots clicking against the wooden planks was heard, followed by the click of the captain’s tongue as he sat down in his chair above the deck.

“Stop yer yapping and keep a lookout for any other ships you good for nothing shitheads.” Bakugou growled, arms crossed as he looked down to his crew members with a sharp scowl, nothing less expected from the grumpy captain.

Kaminari grinned down to his three friends, sticking his tongue out while they glared at them, everyone seeming to go back to what they were doing before.

This boring pattern went on for the next few hours, the occasional bickering, the captain screaming at them all to shut their yaps. As the sun settled low, it appeared today would be another bland day, until that is, the sharp sound of a female screaming echoed across the seas.

“Cap’n did you hear that?” Kirishima shouted, all of their heads jerking to the sound as the looked over the side of the ship to see an island far ahead in the distance.

Narrowing his crimson eyes, Bakugou smacked Sero upside the head earning his attention, “Make yourself useful and see what’s happenin’ through the spy glass.”

Without hesitation, the dark haired boy scrambled to the top deck, matching his eye with the metallic telescope while aiming towards the island.

Sero made a few grunting sounds as he leveled with the scene displayed before him, a few annoyed mumbles before he let out a sigh looking back up to his captain.

“I can’t clearly see what’s happening captain, all I can see from here is a bunch of water moving around, possibly a turf war in the water?”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, his red eyes scanning over the horizon to the sounds of yelling before looking back down to his crew.

“I don’t give two fucks what it is, these are my waters and they’re disturbing the damn peace,” Bakugou hissed, his eyes falling on Mina as she stood up a bit straighter, “Dig out that cloaking potion we stole from those dumbass trolls and get this ship unseeable so we can get closer.”

Mina quickly dashed off while Bakugou commanded the rest of the crew set sail towards the battle before them.

It was difficult to make their way to the island un-noticed, but with their cloaking potion they stole borrowed from a friend they successfully made it close enough to see exactly what was happening.

Now as the five of them watched the scene unfold from behind the wooden ledge of the ship, each attempted to grasp what was going on and who was at fault.

In the water remained three heads, two with only a simple bikini top and the last with no shirt at all. They must have been natives to the island.

“Dude you never said their were hot babes in bikinis! I would’ve swam here!” Kaminari suddenly said with a goofy grin, all heads turning to the yellow haired boy with annoyed glances, Kirishima giving him a crisp slap across his forehead causing him to whine in pain.

With everyone looking back to the scene before them, they all let out a groan in unison at the sight of the ship before them.

Above them in a large, all to familiar black ship, were none other then the Vanguard. The ash blond let out a low growl in recognization of the crew, having dueled with them many times. Although Bakugou’s crew was always successful thanks to the help of a few friends, though he would never admit, those privateers were always up to no good.

“Just give us what we want dear,” The Captain of the Vanguard called out from above the ship, a small pistol aimed towards the group of people showing his true threat against them, “Then nobody else will have to lose their lives.”

At the sound of this, the five finally came to realization of the girl that laid sideways in one of the boy’s arms, a deep red color running down his bare chest.

“And for what?” One female called out, her blond locks bouncing as she pointed an accusing finger, “Sacrificing our princess so you can kill millions more?”

“I told you, I would spare your people if you gave me just one, I would even spare her life if you all complied to my simple demands.”

Just the sound of the dark haired pirate’s voice made Bakugou’s skin crawl, his words laced with poisoness lies that he once made the mistake of trusting a few years back.

“We don’t trust a word you say, and even if we did, we would never sacrifice our princess to the likes of you.” The male spat, his hands gripping tightly on his wounded friend while the few people in the water glared up to the nasty pirates.

And with that final threat, the sound of another gun shot went off followed by more screams.

That seemed to be the final straw for Bakugou, getting up from his crouched position to defend the poor people until a firm hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back down. Whipping his head back to Kirishima, the ash blond opened his mouth to rebuttal until the redhead pointed over to the new head that submerged from the water.

Her (h/c) locks seemed perfectly dry even though submerging from the water, though her expression was greatly distressed and angered as she raised her arms up, a wave of water following after her.

Stopping in his tracks, Bakugou watched as the mysterious woman flung her arm’s towards the Vanguard’s large ship, sending the entire crew off their feet as the element crashed against their main deck.

It was incredible, being able to remain underwater for so long to have a strategic surprise attack, it was simply brilliant. It was clear you must have been from the Water Tribe since you were able to control the element fluently, if only he could get a closer view of you.

The Vanguard Crew seemed to recover quick enough from the attack, giving the mystery girl just enough time to swim before the injured people with her arms up and ready to attack once more. The sinister leader began to chuckle darkly as he stood up, gripping the edge of his railing while picking up his gun once more.

“Well well… look who decided to join the party.”

Narrowing your eyes, you ignored your people’s cries to swim away and rather lifted up more water around you, the light blue marks glowing all along your skin.

“How dare you dishonor my people by killing them with such a primitive weapon?” You cried, (s/c) fists clenched while you narrowed your (e/c) eyes, “Could you not sacrifice your pride and spare their lives with that killing machine?”

The tall man only chuckled once more, leaning down over the balcony with an intrigued face, “Nice to see you too princess, I’ve been good thanks for asking.”

“Answer my question Dabi!”

“They simply weren’t complying with my request dear,” The captain immediately hissed, his sickeningly bright blue eyes narrowing down to you, “I only use my spare worthy opponents but lucky for you… you are beyond worthy.”

Suddenly throwing the gun across the deck, the tall man suddenly ordered his crew up from their positions, slowly moving towards the edge of the ship.

“(L/n) get out of here! He’s going to take you away and torture you till he gets what he wants!” One of the few females that hadn’t been shot cried, causing you to look back with a pained expression. Bakugou finally was able to get a glimpse of your face, your (s/c) skin contrasting with the glowing marks all along your face as your plump lips curved into a frown.

“Please, have trust in me Naomi.” You said with a hopeful smile before turning back to the tall captain with narrowed eyes, “Listen hear you fool, I will make a deal with you but only if you come to terms with what I’m about to say.”

The leader of the infamous crew paused at this, holding his hand up before his eyes narrowed down to your own, “I’m listening.”

“Spare my people..” You said simply, letting out a sigh as you heard your friends behind you, “And I will hand myself over to you.”

Dabi’s eyes looked your body up and down as if he could detect if you were lying or not, but after one last glance his lips curled into a smirk as he nodded to you.

“Very well princess, but you must hand yourself over first.”

Biting your lip you looked down to your palms, your heart racing nervously as you heard your friends begging you to swim away with them. Looking back slowly you forced a smile on your features and narrowed your eyes determinedly.

“Don’t you guys worry about me, I’ll be back before sundown.”

With each looking at you with nervous eyes, the tall boy eventually nodded carrying his injured friend away while dragging Naomi away as she kicked and screamed, refusing to leave you behind.

Turning back towards the Vanguard you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to drown out the painful sound of your friend’s sobs as you swam forward to the two pirates awaiting to take you captive. Once they had a firm hold on your wrists you looked up to Dabi with narrowed eyes.

“There you have me, now release your weapons.”

The following sound of Dabi’s dark chuckle made your skin crawl, a sudden sick feeling swarming around in gut as you predicted the very next sickening words he was about to speak.

“Oh princess, how naive must you be...”

And with that, the sounds of guns firing filled the air followed by your loud screams as you looked back to your friends.

With your head back Bakugou finally got a good glance at you, and to say he was stunned was an understatement. Your look was far from conventional, blue marks adorning your (s/c) skin that seemed to glow whenever you used this power of yours. Behind your long (h/c) locks were small pointed ears that somehow made your alien like look appear rather radiant. Even with the angered looked on your face you still came off... angelic.

The sudden sound of your screams snapped the boy out of his trance, his eyes refocusing on the chaotic scene before him.

“Stop it you liar! Let me go-” You cried ripping yourself out of the pirate’s grasp until the green skinned pirate smacked his metal pole against the back of your head, the sound of the metal cracking against your skull echoing across the water.

Suddenly your body went motionless, slumping into the water as the two lifted you up enough to drag you toward the ship.

“Jeez that was harsh, they’re even putting her in a damn sack!” Sero said as they watched the two pirates shove your lower half in a large sack.

"What should we do captain?” Kirishima whispered with wide eyes, the redhead clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Bakugou’s crew all getting on edge as they watched the Vanguard captian command his crew to go get your struggling body.

Bakugou’s eyes searched around the unfolding scene, is brain trying to decipher what was happening still before he shook his head. Something about you was important he just knew it, and that meant there was no way the Vanguard could take you away.

“Shitty hair and Dunce face you both distract the pirates on the ship so they stop firing at the people swimming over there, Racoon Eyes and Flat Face you come with me to take that staple fucker out!”

Nodding to their captains orders, the crew suddenly jumped out of their cloaked ship just in the nick of time, the five of them all trudged out to the large ship, effectively distracting the Vanguard as they took notice of the infamous Captain Zero crew.

“Where the hell did they come from?” A loud voice cried from the ship, a few looks of panic coming across the crew as the five of them charged into the water.

The captain let out an annoyed growl, his fists clenching as he pointed to the green skinned crew member that was already halfway to your squirming form.

“Get the princess so we can scram!”

Both pirates that were holding you quickly pulled you up to the deck with a lever, allowing Dabi to roll your limp body onto the ship.

Letting out a growl Bakugou jumped up onto the lever, holding on as it lifted back up before looking down to his two crew members, “Take out lizard man and creepy chick, I got staple face.”

With all the crew members now occupied, the ash blond focused on Dabi now, a smirk appearing across his features as he saw the dark haired boy jump in surprise as he leapt onto the deck.

“You don’t know what’s going on idiot!” Dabi shouted, unsheathing his sword while the ash blond unsheathed his own blade from his wet pants, “I don’t need to know what’s going on to know you fuckers shouldn’t have this girl!”

Gritting his teeth, Dabi suddenly lunched at the ash blond captain, his blade appearing to slice against Bakugou’s shirt before he back up, his blade swiping past Dabi’s face.

“You missed you heathen of a captain!” Dabi sneered, his blue eyes narrowing only for Bakugou to smirk, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Actually, I don’t think I missed assface.”

The sound of a wooden blank snapping from above made both men look up, watching as the rope holding the plank up snapped causing the plank to fall down towards the two.

“You little shi-”

Dabi’s words were unable to finish as the plank crashed down into the floorboards of the deck, creating a rather large hole meanwhile the force knocking your unconscious body over the side of the ship.

“Damn it, where the hell is my good for nothing crew?!” Dabi shouted, looking over to your body now floating in the water until he noticed his own crew climbing up the side of the ship.

“Captain we’re outnumbered, we gotta scram!” A blond haired girl squeeled, her face flustered as she hopped over the side of the ship.

“And that’s my cue to get the hell out of here, nice try Captain.” Bakugou sneered, making sure to say ‘captain’ as tauntingly as possible, causing the Captain of the Vanguard to growl.

Seeing as their was no possible way to get to the girl without going through Captain Zero’s crew, the Vanguard Captain seemed to pull a white flag. Calling back his shaken up crew members, they set sail for the opposite direction before pointing back to his form.

“We will meet again princess, and I will get that power of yours!”

Raising a brow, Bakugou watched as they sailed off. A small part of him proud they effectively scared off the large crew, while another part of him remained curious as to why they called your princess or what ‘power’ they kept talking about.

The sound of Kirishima calling out his name suddenly snapped the ash blond back into reality, his head whipping over to see your sack covered form now resting against the shore. Your body must have flowed back from the waves, sending you crashing against shore.

“Cap’n, you may wanna see this…” Kirishima called in a wary tone, the ash blond growing anxious by the way he said it.

Trudging back from the crashing waves, the ash blond took a glimpse of your limp form, his eyes narrowing when he saw a slight glimmer from the area where your hips should be. Something wasn’t adding up.. if those weren’t legs then…

“Dude.. what if she’s some sort of alien or something…” Kaminari muttered, earning four glares from his crew members as he threw his arms up in defense, “What?! Look at her legs they’re all shiny!”

Letting out a growl, the ash blond kneeled next to the girl as waves crashed up against her skin, ignoring his bickering crew as he peeled the sack back and out from over your body only to drop the sack and let out a yelp of surprise.

Suddenly your (f/c) glowing marks from before were all beginning to make sense, the marks matching your (f/c) tail where your legs should be. You had the face of an angel just as he had seen from before, your heart shaped locks perfectly fitting the shape of your (s/c) face as they tangled with the sand beneath them. Adorning your skin were faded (f/c) marks, appearing to be mere birthmarks when they weren’t glowing.

It was all seeming to make sense that you were all wearing ‘bikinis’ as Kaminari explained, your bathing suit like top matching the beautiful tail that began just before your hip bones. Your (f/c) tail looked just as it did in the fairtyales his mother would read to him, only at the end it flowed out beautifully like nothing he had ever seen. He just.. he couldn’t believe it.

Before him laid a real live mermaid.

“My gods… I never knew mermaids were actually real.” Mina whispered, her along with the rest of the crew members staring at you in awe.

Kaminari looked your form up and down with a goofy grin on his expression, the four of them already knowing something dumb were to come out of his mouth, “This is even better than a girl in a bikini…”

As Kirishima slapped the bright haired boy once more, Bakugou ignored their sudden bickering, instead letting his calloused finger tips lightly graze the bright scales of your tale before moving his palm up to your face to trace the marks along your cheeks.

For some reason he was.. captivated by you. Not even by your stunning looks, but just by the way your chest moved up and down while you rested ever so peacefully. He felt as if the universe was screaming at him to come closer to you, as if you were more important than he could ever believe.

Once his fingers brushed some of your (h/c) locks away from your eyes, they all jumped back when your (e/c) orbs suddenly fluttered open, revealing (e/c) eyes for them to gaze at.

Bakugou’s breath was taken away when your bright orbs landed on his own crimson ones, as if trying to read and understand every aspect of him.

While Bakugou remained still along with his crew members, a small gasp escaped his lips when your hand reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing against the side of his ear while you narrowed your eyes.

A small part of the ash blond was telling him to back away from you, something not feeling right about this, but a bigger part of him was telling him to hold you close and never let you go.

“Your... Your ears.” You muttered, rubbing against the soft skin of his ear while the ash blond looked down to you, raising a brow at your strange comment.

“Yeah..?”

Narrowing your (e/c) eyes you suddenly lifted your nose in disgust, and backed your head away from his own, “They’re hideous.. what’s wrong with them?”

Bakugou’s calm expression suddenly turned into one filled with rage, his crimson eyes narrowed down to yours while his crew members bursted into laughter at your comment.

“The hell, nothing is wrong with them! They looking fucking fine-fuCK!”

Bakugou was getting ready to continue with his angered tangent until a wave of sand was flown in his face causing him to jump back and scream in pain.

“What the fuck?!” Bakugou shouted, rubbing wildly at his eyes until his vision slowly came back only to see you dragging yourself back into the water.

“Cap’n she flicked sand in your eyes!” Kaminari said as they stared to their captain with wide eyes while you made your big escape.

Rubbing at his bright red orbs a few more times, Bakugou let out an annoyed growl before pointing to your form, “Well don’t let the fish get away you good for nothing idiots!”

As if Bakugou just explained the meaning to life, they all let out ‘oooooh’ sounds before making a mad dash after you.

And to think you were so close, so close to escaping alive. That is until a pair of arms grabbed at your tail and dragged you back into the dry sand. Whipping your head back you narrowed your eyes to see the humans tugging at your tail.

Inhaling deeply you began to swing your tail up and down quickly, smirking when it smacked the bright haired boy in the face causing him to stumble back.

“Don’t grab the fin grab the tail part!” Mina suggested, Kirishima and Sero gripping at the round part of your tail causing you to huff in annoyance as they made your escape more difficult.

Whoever these humans were, they didn’t seem very bright. For people that were trying to kidnap you and take your family heirloom of a power, they were doing quite a terrible job. Deciding to take advantage of this, you lifted your arms up, two small streams of water rising in front of you. Ready to whip them back behind you, you swung your arms back until a pair of strong arms grabbed both of your wrists and yanked them behind your back causing you to yelp in pain.

“Oh how the tables have turned you little shit.” Bakugou hissed with a smug grin, as he yanked back at your arms before flipping you over onto your back, “Drag her up against the damn tree so she can’t get away.”

Doing as told, the four crew members dragged your body against the dry sand until your back bumped up against the uneven bark of the palm tree, leaving you stranded on the dry land with these so called pirates.

Realizing there was no way you could out drag these humans to the water you let out a sigh, keeping your arms up defensively while narrowing your eyes to the pirates.

“Who are you all?” You hissed, looking up to their wide eyes, “I understand why Dabi and his filthy crew wants me, could he have spread the news of my power to other crews?”

All five crew members before you stared at you with confused expressions, looking to each other before looking down to you.

“The fuck are you babbling on about fish?”

“I’m not a fish, I’m a mermaid you idiot.” You hissed, narrowing your eyes now to the crimson eyed boy who was now glaring down to you.

“Oh I’m the fucking idiot? You didn’t seem to think so when you were looking at me with those lovey dovey eyes!”’

Rolling your eyes you deadpanned up to the boy with your eyes still narrowed, “I wasn’t looking at you lovey dovey, I was looking at your disgusting ears!”

This set the ash blond off, his fists cracking down to you before the red haired boy stepped in front of him, blocking him from making any regrettable decisions before bending down to you.

“Look miss uh.. whatever your name is.. we aren’t here to hurt you or take whatever this power thing is, we actually came here to stop those bad guys.” The red haired boy said with a kind smile while he nodded to the pink skinned girl to release your hands, making your racing heart seem to calm down while you looked his form up and down to detect any sort of lying from him, “So maybe you could help us out by telling us who you are, and what just happened?”

Looking the five pirates up and down you folded your arms, the tip of your tail flopping up and down in annoyance as you bit your lip, “And how am I to trust you, you wear the same clothes as the Vanguard, you could be working together.”

Getting annoyed with the situation the ash blond finally kneeled down to you, shoving aside his red haired friend that tried to hold him back.

“Look fish girl, if I wanted you dead you would be long gone by now,” Bakugou threatened, his crimson eyes narrowing to your own challenging ones, “And if there’s one thing you need to know, it’s that you never compare me or my crew to those shitty Vanguard Pirates. Those assholes have no honor, we may be pirates but we always fight for what’s right, got that? Or did your pointy ass ears not comprehend that.”

Your lower lip formed into a slight pout when he mocked your own ears before you inhaled deeply. Perhaps you were naive for trusting the five humans, but then again you didn’t have much to lose. If they truly hated the Vanguard as much as they claimed... perhaps they could be of assistance to you.

Letting out a sigh you looked down to your tail, rubbing at your sore wrists before looking up to them with calm eyes, this was going to be a long story after all.

“My name is (L/n) (F/n), and I’m Princess of the East Sea-”

“A princess?! Woah that’s so cool, I’ve never met a hot mermaid princess before!” Kaminari said with wide eyes before he was met with another smack to the forehead causing him to whine once more.

“Let her continue you idiot.” Sero hissed before all eyes were back on you.

“Yes, I suppose a mermaid princess is a bit rare, but this is not why the Vanguard is obsessed with me,” You explained, looking down to the marks on your arms, “When I was born, my mother was taken away from me by an evil spirit, one that was to bring curses to my land. They wanted to take my father, but my mother sacrificed herself. Somehow in this process, I still was born without any flaw, the god’s granting me gifts so my mother’s death would not be in vain. But along with these gifts, is the responsibility to fight off such evils. It is told that one day the evil spirit is to come back, and when it does it will be up to me to stop it.

For years we had been left untouched, no evil dare stepping into our kingdom but as of a few months ago these Vanguard Pirates have been giving my people nothing but trouble. Dabi surely knows of my power, and I fear he works with these evil spirit. If he does, I need to bring him and his crew to an end before the entire world falls into chaos like it was a decade ago.”

The five pirates listened attentively to your words, making occasional face expressions or nods when you brought up an important or shocking point.

“Wow.. so that’s why you have all those cool marks!” Mina pointed out with a grin, causing you to look down to the lines wrapping around your arms and face, “Cause your friend’s didn’t have those marks.”

“Yes you are correct,” You said with a soft smile, “My father said these are my god given marks, proving that I am the chosen one.”

“That’s probably the coolest story I’ve ever heard in my life.” Kaminari said with wide eyes, his face appearing to still be processing your story.

“The real question is.. how can we help?” The red haired boy spoke, his eyes sincere as he looked to you, the rest of the crew holding the same face except for the ash blond who kept his scowl, though less harsh now.

Looking down to your hands you pondered the question, biting you lip as you thought about it.

You still didn’t know if you could trust these guys, what if they were lying about who they were? The ash blond boy did seem very passionate about his hatred for the Vanguard, but then again his brash tone could be very deceiving. Ultimately you couldn’t help but think, if the same evils that took your own mother away from you were slowly coming back to your world, you had to do whatever it takes to stop it.

Even if that meant trusting five pirates.

Letting out a sigh you looked up to the five, your (e/c) eyes seeming genuine for once as you pointed out to the sea.

“How would you like to visit Atlantia?”

#bnha bakugou #bakugou's mom #bakugou #bakugou x reader #pirate bakugou #mermaid reader #pirate au #mermaid au #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #it's a bit long #but e n jo y #the chosen #the chosen fic

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Witches of LA, Chapter 2: I hope you like exposition and pro wrestling jokes because that’s all we’ve got here

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“And where exactly did you say we’re going?”

“It’s called Nine-Tails Vale! Jinxie – you remember her from New Years? – works there and invited us up for a yokai festival today!”

“A yokai ff – is it too late to get off the train and go home?”

Nine-Tails Vale sits in the hills at the base of the mountains of Kurain, far enough away that there’s a chance that they can have as normal a day as anyone at a yokai festival could, but close enough that the hills around the valley still might be faery mounds. Like most days at the WAA, anything goes, and Apollo has to live with it. And maybe he’ll die with it one of these days, sooner rather than later.

Trucy keeps trying again to explain to Apollo the storyline of the local wrestling scene, which she and Jinxie are avid fans of, on their walk over from the train station.

“It’s like a soap opera combined with a fantasy story, but also with grown men hitting each other with chairs,” she says, which is definitely a pitch that would appeal to certain people who aren’t Apollo. “They’ve got their thing that’s kinda like Court, or if there were two Courts who hated each other, and they battle it out in the ring like Daddy says some of the fae do within our legal system. Because the wrestlers are all masked and they’re the proxies for these powerful spirits who possess them whenever they’re wearing the mask. Like selkie skins but if the seal was separate and you were being controlled by it.”

“Uh huh,” Apollo says, surveying the main lane they’ve come up along. The dirt path, lined with a few scattered cobblestones, is overladen with little wheeled carts and pop-up stands selling little charms and trinkets and decorated with leering faces of yokai. Overwhelmed and shoved aside by the merchandise are older buildings bearing signs with both English and Japanese writing and weathered stone statues that have little offerings and candles scattered about their bases. “I wouldn’t feel like being possessed by a seal is very useful. What am I going to do, flop around a lot?”

“There’s always slapping,” Trucy says. “But I’m saying it’s like that. You put on the skin and you turn into it, wear the mask and bam.”

“Uh huh.”

“So when the wrestlers lose, they can have their masks stripped off, which is the ultimate disgrace because they lose both their power and the world and their enemies know their face and name and can claim them.” Trucy stops and leans over a table of paper tags marked all with a paw print and otherwise with a variety of characters and symbols. “And anyway it never got real big until the Amazing Nine-Tails – he’s one of the wrestlers obviously – started being active outside of the ring. And that’s a real no-go to use your powers like that, but he started getting attention, and the Vale started getting attention, and then this yokai craze kinda started up and now there’s lots of tourists from way out of the area watching the matches and visiting!”

“They’d have to be from way out of town,” Apollo says, “because there’s no one I know from the LA area who would hear about a town in the mountains full of monsters and say ‘yeah, I’m going to spend money to go spend time there’.”

“Yet here we are,” Trucy says. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a bracelet of wooden beads. “Oh, here.” She grabs his arm and slips it onto his wrist next to his bracelet, then shaking her own wrist to draw his attention to a matching one she wears. “I forgot to give you this sooner; it’s rowan wood, which is—”

“An anti-fae charm like iron,” Apollo finishes.

Trucy nods. “Yep! And anti-yokai, it overlaps. Anyway, Daddy says it’s very important to not get rowan mixed up with hawthorn wood, which the fae like. He says that’s a very dangerous mistake to make.”

(“Are you speaking from experience?” Apollo asked, and Phoenix cracked a broken smile and told him that’s all he has to speak from.)

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Apollo says.

“I know you’ve got your ring, but it can’t hurt us to be extra cautious out here today.” Trucy pats the necklace she is wearing; a small horseshoe-shaped charm that must be made of iron dangles from it. Horseshoes are a lucky thing, or thought to be, Apollo knows. Clay has one he keeps with him. “I think that’s why Daddy wanted you to come with me. I think he’s worried I would get into trouble alone, since Jinxie’s working and I won’t be with her all day.”

“I thought he sent me with you because he hates me,” Apollo says. Trucy smacks him on the arm.

Uphill to the alderman’s manor, the dirt roads merge with a well-kept cobblestone path to lead them into a beautiful garden, full of paper lanterns and long banquet tables. Trucy sticks her nose into a bush of beautiful golden flowers and is still admiring them when Jinxie, wearing an apron over her dress and carrying a round serving tray, finds them and slaps a warding charm – one of the thin formal slips that Apollo saw for sale down in the yokai extravaganza, like she wears on her own forehead, not a sticky note – on his forehead. Even after she remembers that she’s met him before, they have to make their way through another circular argument about whether or not Apollo is a fae demon. Trucy has apparently given up on convincing Jinxie of the truth, because she says, “He’s a demon but a good one!”

Does he look extra monstrous today, for some reason? Is his hair spikier, his voice louder? What has he done to deserve this?

Jinxie works as a maid at the manor, though she doesn’t live in the Vale but instead in the neighboring Tenma Town, and with her job she can’t spend all afternoon with them. She imparts on them some local lore from the village about the powerful and terrible yokai, Tenma Taro – is it coincidence or significant that its name bears such similarity to Tenma Town? Like Kurain and Khura’in, what does that mean? – imprisoned in the mountain that the manor is built against. Today’s festival, she explains, is a much more robust version, bolstered by tourist dollars, of a ceremony they hold every year, ritually releasing a shade of Tenma Taro and then banishing it.

Though instead of the Nine-Tailed Fox, the village’s guardian yokai – is that an oxymoron? Apollo once would have thought so, but he works in an office that has a guardian ghost fae – doing the banishing, the wrestler the Amazing Nine-Tails, will be.

Which reminds Apollo of Trucy’s one-sided conversation on the way over, and he interrupts Jinxie and Trucy starting to gush over some recent matches to ask, “So all of this you’re talking about, the wrestlers, uh, kind of channeling yokai spirits – that’s all just in the fiction of wrestling not really being real, right?” They both glare at him. “They aren’t actually using magic and summoning demons, right?”

“Apollo,” Trucy scolds, her hands curled into fists on her hips. “You can’t break kayfabe! You should know that!”

He wishes he had the strength to believe that it isn’t real, and that no one could be so stupid to be fucking around that deep into fae magic for the sake of televised entertainment, but he’s also here at a goddamn yokai festival on one of his days off and that’s pretty stupid too.

“I should get back to work,” Jinxie says. “I’ll see you later – ah!”

Making its way through the garden, causing people to spring out of its path, is a tall bird-creature, with gray feathers and three yellow eyes and sharp talons on its hands and feet, which with their yellow skin resemble the legs of some kind of raptor. It resembles the yokai on the scroll Jinxie showed them, the Tenma Taro, but it’s just – someone in a costume? Right? A costume for a festival, and not actually—

It rounds on Jinxie with a hiss. “Better watch out, little girl, or I’ll sssnatch you away!” She raises her platter up over her face and cowers back into one of the banquet tables. Apollo thinks that it probably is just someone in a costume, now that he’s seen it speak; its beak doesn’t move and its tongue lolls forth even in the middle of its speech. It’s too static, or is that wishful thinking?

But no one else is looking at the monster and how it’s cornered Jinxie, no one moving to help her – and Apollo realizes he is moving forward, not sure what he could do if it’s a yokai and knowing he shouldn’t do anything if it’s a performer (like how he and Clay got banned from a local haunted house when they were 13 because Clay reflexively punched one of the actors in the sternum), but still unable to stand by.

“Hey! Don’t stare like that!” someone nearby warns, at a volume that tries to be a whisper but doesn’t really succeed. They must be talking to Apollo and Trucy, because no one else, not even Jinxie, is staring. “If Tenma Taro locks eyes with you, he’ll steal your soul!”

Apollo turns his eyes to the ground instantly, reflexively, because that’s the one thing he knows not to take chances on even though, as he thinks about it, he’s more sure that this monster is a costume and even if it weren’t, he doesn’t think there’s anything powerful enough to just simply take a soul so easily. And if there were, they wouldn’t just casually set it loose. (He hopes.)

“Look!” Trucy whispers, nudging him and pointing toward the manor, where a small figure stands on the roof dark against the blue spring sky. Whatever – whoever – it is leaps down to the lower roof, disappearing from sight, but only a few seconds later springs again, with a long leap far too long to be human. (He thinks first of Lamiroir’s disappearing act and wonders what the trick behind this is.) The man who lands in the midst of them, between Tenma Taro and Jinxie, wears a wrestler’s belt and a golden fox-head mask, with a collar of the same color fur that turns into a cape of many long foxes’ tails. If he was going to guess, Apollo would say that there are nine.

Clearly the Amazing Nine-Tails, and with some silted words about vanquishing evil, he chases Tenma Taro back toward the manor. And Apollo might now be really convinced of the scriptedness of it – and admittedly relieved by that – but the crowds are cheering and Jinxie no longer looks like she’s about to faint from fright. With her platter still clutched across her chest like a shield, she waves goodbye and returns to work, and Trucy drags Apollo off to explore the town.

Trucy wants to buy everything. Apollo should have expected that – the amount of Gavineers merchandise that she acquired in the two weeks between their meeting Klavier and the concert was astonishing – and to that end he should have expected that she would run out of money and turn to him. She at least considers herself an organized businesswoman, enough to write up the invoice of what she owes him, and he strikes from it the paper warding charms they buy. He isn’t sure yet if he believes in them, but he’d probably be getting a few for his and Clay’s apartment anyway, and Trucy is talking about how it would be nice to have some kind of protective charm to give to Vera that wouldn’t hurt her like iron, and getting something for their friends seems a worthwhile investment. Trucy’s attempt to wheedle a few dollars out of him for another plush Nine-Tailed Fox keychain is not.

It’s warmer now than it was last April, enough that Apollo tentatively hopes that the fae are done throwing their winter tantrums. If Trucy had to drag him anywhere – and she would consider that a necessity – it’s a good day for it, pleasant to spend time out under the sun and the clear sky. He’s not even convinced that the town is as cursed as he first assumed.

Naturally, that’s where it always goes wrong, letting his guard down, no longer anticipating that the worst is going to claw its way up out of the dirt.

He and Trucy circle back to the manor as a crowd is starting to gather at the front doors; at the center of it, once they manage to push through the people, Trucy helping clear a path by sending Mr Hat off to the side to draw people’s eyes and attention the way a will o’ the wisp does, is Jinxie, simultaneously wild-eyed and looking close to passing out. She stretches out one visibly-trembling hand and grabs Trucy by the wrist, her other arm still hugging the platter close to her chest. It must be iron, it must. “Alderman Kyubi is dead!” she cries. “T-ten – Tenma Taro murdered the alderman!”

She sways on her feet and Trucy takes her by the elbow and helps lower her to sit on the ground, and Apollo does what is starting to become a habit in these sort of situations – which are becoming habitual in themselves – and rushes in, pocketing a charm that Jinxie throws at him as he goes.

The scene is a small room Jinxie called the Fox Chamber, up the entry stairs and down the hall to the right, and there, one thing is certain: the alderman is dead.

A classic locked room murder mystery: two men, one dead, the other unconscious, no one else seen when Jinxie discovered the crime. The killer? Obvious, seemingly: the unfortunate unconscious man, whose murder plan clearly ran into a hitch when it came time to get away, and for motive who happens to be the mayor of the neighboring town currently disputing over municipal issues with the dead alderman.

Except the mayor is Jinxie’s father, and if he goes to jail she has no other family, and she’s adamant that Tenma Taro did the killing, and the last locked-room murder case that Apollo defended ended up not being one at all. So, classic setup, maybe, never the obvious solution, and Apollo’s record of stumbling into complex cases while he’s trying to do something law-unrelated with Trucy continues. Is it her? Is it him? Is it them both, together? He can only write so much off as coincidence.

And he wishes he could write off Jinxie’s ramblings as those of a superstitious girl scared witless by the feathers and bloody footprints at the crime scene, and maybe once he could have, maybe this time last year, but he’s seen too much since then. If a monster, a yokai – are they connected to the fae? They must be. Isn’t everything? – murdered the alderman, then the question becomes: how does he prove it? How does he convince the judge and prosecution of it?

He should start with asking Mayor Tenma what happened, first.

Trucy tells him that the mayor can seem scary, but he’s nice, really, promise not to run away, Polly. His nerves would be frayed enough without it, but her warning snaps several more of the barely-connected threads, and like a self-fulfilling prophecy, he’s jumpy and nearly flees the room, sheet of glass between them or no. Mayor Tenma is very good at setting some very bad impressions, loudly, with great force, giving Apollo’s heart time enough to stop several times before the mayor corrects the misconception. It’s a very anxiety-inducing interview, and the facts he gleans from it are worse: Mayor Tenma’s fingerprints were on the murder weapon, and he, asleep from being drugged, remembers nothing, including who was it that hit him on the head. Apollo can’t see the wound or a bandage; the mayor’s entire scalp is covered in Jinxie’s warding charms, as though to make a full hat. Does he believe, or is he humoring his daughter? Apollo doesn’t ask.

He has barely left the building when he receives a phone call from the last person he expects. “Mr Wright? What’s going on?”

“Trucy tells me you’ve found yourself a case over in Nine-Tails Vale.” No preamble, no small talk: Phoenix, friendly as ever.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Are you still at the Vale right now?”

“No, I was just talking to the client at the detention center. Why?”

Phoenix sighs heavily. “Because I’m at the airport, picking up the new addition to the Agency – Athena Cykes, Trucy’s mentioned her to you before? And I mentioned your case, and that was it, no stopping her, Athena ditched me with her luggage and took the rental car and is heading out to help you right now.”

“She – you what? She what?” Apollo won’t say that he doesn’t feel some small sense of satisfaction at Phoenix having to suffer someone else flaking on him, but what an impression to make on your new boss.

(Almost as good as punching him in the face.)

“So I need a favor, basically: can you go back to Nine-Tails Vale and intercept her?”

“I—” Once again, the way this day is going takes a sharp turn off the road. “Yeah, I can. But I’ve never met her – what’s she look like?”

“Yellow,” Phoenix says.

“What?”

“She’s got long red hair, and the way you’re red, she’s yellow. Hard to miss with how much energy she’s got.” The description is somehow both vague and incredibly specific – he can’t exactly picture Miss Cykes in his head, but he knows he won’t mistake anyone else for her when he finds her.

“Okay. I can do that. I have to go back anyway to check out the crime scene.” Did he say that Athena had a rental car? He can only dream of how convenient that will be once he gets to her.

“Cool, thanks. Good luck with the case – and with the Vale.”

So much for putting himself at ease convincing himself that it was just a man in a costume, and that there’s some sort of easy explanation for the feathers. (Or not an easy explanation, because saying that Tenma Taro passed through is very easy, but a mundane one.) “What does that mean? Mr Wright?” He doesn’t answer right away, giving Apollo’s stomach enough time to flip over itself and then squish his heart up into his throat. “The stuff Trucy was saying about wrestling, with the yokai and the masks and uh, channeling them? Or whatever it is – that’s not – that’s just the story on the show, right? That’s not…?”

“Not actually real? For most of them, it’s not, no; no magic in the mask but television magic and a tall tale to keep the audience.”

“But – most of them. You said for most of them? So for some of them it is real?”

“Yeah.”

Apollo wants to sink down to the sidewalk and cry. Or scream. Definitely scream, right here next to a police building where they can arrest him for disturbing the peace very easily.

“I can say with certainty that if any spirits involved were actually powerful and smart enough to be malicious, they wouldn’t be stooping to playing a part in half-scripted on-camera fights between half-naked men. Maybe it’ll be a nuisance to your case, at worst, but no threat to anyone’s lives or souls.”

Apollo wishes he could believe that wholeheartedly, and that he could say for sure that Phoenix’s definition of nuisance is something close to his own. “If you don’t get the Not Guilty tomorrow, when you head back up to investigate again, I’ll let you borrow the magatama,” Phoenix adds. “Just so you can really keep an eye on everything, if it’s needed.”

He thinks there will be a second day – that if Apollo doesn’t win in one, then he will have kept his head above water well enough to drag it out. He doesn’t expect Apollo to lose in a day. He thinks Apollo could win in a day.

“Thanks, Mr Wright.”

“No problem. Now you’ve gotta find Athena, and I’ve gotta figure out how to lug her suitcase home.”

Athena, Athena – what else has Trucy told him about her? She was studying in Europe – did she grow up there, too? Does she know what Los Angeles is like? Will she think him superstitious or ridiculous for everything he knows to be real? Does she know what she is walking into in Nine-Tails Vale? Did Phoenix warn her?

Apollo starts walking quicker than before. Of course Phoenix wouldn’t warn her – but hell, to be charitable to Phoenix (for once), he might not have had time to say anything to her before she took off.

If, against his own nature and his lived experience, he tries to be optimistic, he hopes for three things. First, that everyone involved in the murder his plainly human and that no monster committed murder. (That seems the most likely: would a monster know to plant the mayor’s fingerprints?) Second, that Athena has enough sense to be cautious about whatever village folklore they’re stumbling into instead of immediately dismissing it. And third, if he’s really dreaming, that Klavier will be the prosecutor on this case, easily able to identify who is and isn’t human and probably willing to share it.

But Apollo knows that’s all a little much to hope.

#roddy fanfics #fic: the witches of los angeles #next chapter: MY DAUGHTER APPEARS AND THROWS AN ENTIRE DUDE BECAUSE SHE'S SWOLE #and we also meet -- oh FUCK we meet fulbright oh FUCK #i'm not sure if we'll meet simon in 3 or 4 tho. depends on how quick i can gloss the investigation portion

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter Thirteen Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

Ginny and Ron weren’t speaking to each other, and Hermione wasn’t speaking to either of them. Harry had copied her essay onto clean parchment for her, and only the last paragraph started to look less like Hermione’s neat handwriting and a little more like Harry’s untidy scratches. Harry said it looked like she had written the whole thing and just gotten tired at the end. Hermione still rewrote the last paragraph.

Gryffindor’s second Quidditch match was approaching quickly, and Harry’s anti-dementor lessons weren’t improving. He could do little more than hold the shield. He kept waiting for his patronus to turn into something that would charge the dementor down but it never did anything more than hover.

Uncle Remus telling him that he was making excellent progress for his age wasn’t as encouraging as it should have been.

Friday night before the match, Ron went with Harry to practice. Harry was feeling better than he had in a while, possibly because Remus had canceled their lessons on Thursday, due to the lunar calender. Ron, however, was still mad at Ginny and made a bit of a scene about going to ride Harry’s Firebolt after practice in front of Ginny.

“You could be a little nicer to her,” Harry said as they walked down to the Quidditch pitch.

“You didn’t see the way she was with Mum over the holidays. And the way she spoils that cat. I should tell Mum about her playing Quidditch.”

Harry let Ron complain, knowing Ron probably wouldn’t follow through on his threat. Ron was a lot of things, but he wasn’t much of a tattletale. “At least Scabbers is okay,” Harry said.

“Yeah but I can’t take him anywhere. He has to stay shut up in the dorm. And when we get home, Mum’s going to favor the cat. She’s always said she wanted one to keep gnomes out of the garden.”

Harry wasn’t sure how to help with that, but summer was a long way off.

In practice, while the Chasers passed Quaffles, and Fred and George hit Bludgers at them, Harry easily wove through them all.

The Firebolt was truly the best broom Harry had ever ridden. It seemed to react more on impulse than conscious direction. It made Harry’s reflexes in the air even better than Oliver’s. He didn’t think Hufflepuff had much of a chance.

Oliver Wood was more confident than ever. He told Harry that Cedric Diggory would be playing as Hufflepuff’s Seeker. Not only would Harry have an advantage with his new broom, but Diggory was broad for a Seeker. “Just be careful he doesn’t knock you off your broom,” Wood added.

Harry’d gone up against Marcus Flint his first year, so he was pretty sure he’d be alright.

After warm-ups, Oliver let the Snitch out of the box. Harry had no trouble chasing it down on his Firebolt. Ron cheered excitedly from below every time Harry caught the Snitch. It was hard not to feel confident about tomorrow’s game.

Even Oliver Wood, who had been positively dismal about their upcoming match was overcome by the wonder of the Firebolt. He clapped Harry on the shoulder after practice. “Now, as long as you have that dementor problem under control —”

“Yep. Perfectly alright.” Harry knew his patronus was feeble at best, but in the moment of flying his Firebolt, he felt like he could produce a pretty decent shield.

“Alright, team. Make sure you get a good night’s rest.”

Harry agreed, but stayed out a little later so Ron could fly the Firebolt. He waited down below on the pitch while Ron took the Firebolt out for a spin. Even though Harry was watching from the ground, he couldn’t help but grin at Ron’s excited cheers. Harry wasn’t even sure how he was going to get Ron back down until Ron tried a loop and nearly fell off. He came down from that a little green and handed Harry back the Firebolt.

“What a ride,” he said breathlessly, and began to talk animatedly about the pinpoint turns and its phenomenal acceleration speed.

They said goodnight to Madam Hooch and walked back to the castle, still discussing the Firebolt’s superior qualities over other brooms. Harry glanced up at the full moon. It was so bright tonight, they could see all the way down to the castle from the Quidditch pitch.

Then suddenly, Ron grabbed Harry’s arm. “Do you see that?” he hissed and pointed.

A large black shadow was running into the Forbidden Forest. Harry thought it looked exactly like a big dog.

“I don’t see anything,” Harry said and took his glasses off. He pretended they were smudged to avoid Ron pressing him further. He couldn’t imagine why Sirius would be out right now as a dog. Unless Uncle Remus was out in the Forbidden Forest. But that wasn’t right. There was the house in Hogsmeade for them to use tonight. He couldn’t think why they’d be all the way out here.

He put his glasses back on and looked at Ron, who looked white as a ghost.

“What’s the matter?”

“It was the Grim, Harry.”

Harry laughed.

“I’m not joking. You didn’t see it. Only I saw it!”

“You need to do less Divination homework. Professor Trelawney said I was going to be the one to die.”

“She said around Easter someone was going to leave forever!”

“Well it isn’t quite Easter, is it?”

“But it’s around Easter!” Ron said desperately.

Harry was trying to think of anything he could to pacify his friend when something walked out of the Forbidden Forest — an orange tabby with a squished face.

“It’s only Crookshanks,” Harry said. “You must’ve just seen him in the shadows and thought it was a dog.”

Ron didn’t not look convinced and when they got back to the dorm, he climbed into bed, still looking very pale and very terrified.

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Harry’s match against Hufflepuff could not have been more different from their match against Slytherin.

For starters, the sun was shining brightly. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. And instead of looking glum, Wood looked positively giddy. He walked downstairs with Percy, chatting animatedly about the perfect weather conditions and how wonderful everything was. Harry set his Firebolt down next to him while he ate breakfast and Wood fought off a crowd of onlookers.

“Don’t you dare sabotage it, Diggory,” Wood snapped.

“I just want to look at it,” Cedric Diggory protested. “Harry, will you let me look?”

Harry would’ve said yes, but Oliver Wood said, “You’ll look when it’s zipping past you to get that Snitch. Now clear off!”

“It’s fine, Oliver, really,” Harry said. “Sit down and eat.”

“I’m not letting anyone sabotage our star broom — er, Seeker. We’ve had too many accidents with you. Not today.” Oliver Wood eyed the Slytherin table suspiciously.

Draco Malfoy called out from the other side of the hall, “Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?”

“Yeah, reckon so,” Harry shouted back.

“Got plenty of special features, doesn’t it? Shame it doesn’t come with a parachute in case you get too near dementors.”

“Shame yours doesn’t come with zipper, so you can shut your fat mouth.”

“Harry!”

Harry winced. He knew that scolding voice anywhere. He turned to see his parents walking into the Great Hall.

“Hi, Mum,” he said and quickly took a sip of his juice.

“If I was still a teacher I’d take five points for talk like that.”

His dad, however, winked at him. “I’d give you ten points for your wit.”

Lily slapped James lightly on the chest, then turned all her attention to Harry. “Well, are you excited? Nervous?”

“It’ll be good,” Harry said with a grin. He grabbed his Firebolt and stood. “I could take on the world today.”

“That’s my boy,” James said and clapped him on the shoulder.

They were about to head down to the pitch when Lily touched Harry’s elbow. “Harry, is Ron alright?” She pointed to the end of the table, where a very squeamish Ron was nibbling on a piece of toast.

“He — uh — he thinks he saw the Grim last night.”

James stifled a laugh, very poorly. “I’ll talk some sense into him.”

“You will not,” Lily said and smacked James a little harder this time. “I do wish Remus was here, though. Come on, James, we’ll make sure he sits with us.”

“How is Uncle Remus?” Harry asked quickly, before his parents could retrieve Ron.

“It was a hard night,” Lily said. “Nearly a super moon. But he’s doing well. He said to send you our best. Sirius too.”

“I’m glad Sirius is with him,” Harry said.

Lily smiled and brushed Harry’s bangs out of his face affectionately. “Don’t be late to change. We’ll see you down on the pitch.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He ran down to the pitch, broom in hand. Oliver Wood was right on his heels. Everyone else was already changing in the locker room.

Oliver Wood delivered his usual impassioned speech about victory, and slipped in a few extra sentences about praise for the Firebolt.

“Let’s get on with it,” Fred finally groaned. “Come on, Oliver. Harry’s lost the Snitch once, and it wasn’t his fault. It’ll be great. Better than great.”

That didn’t make Harry feel too confident. He made sure to tuck his wand into his shirt under his robes in case he needed to cast his Patronus. Spells weren’t legal in Quidditch, but that was more to prevent hexing other players. Harry thought it would be fine to cast a Patronus if he needed to.

On the pitch, captians Oliver Wood and Cedric Diggory shook hands and mounted their brooms. The earth was firm and spongy. Perfect for a kickoff. Harry’s heart began to pound with the excitement of the match. On Madam Hooch’s whistle, the teams took to the air.

Harry deployed his usual strategy of hovering over the stadium and hunting for the Snitch. Cedric Diggory wove in and out between the players. Harry wondered if he should be doing the same. It wouldn’t be difficult on his Firebolt, but his strategy of hanging back had served him well in the past — except in the rain — so he figured he’d better stick to it.

But when he heard Lee Jordan on the announcer, praising the Firebolt, he couldn’t help but show off a few sharp turns and duck underneath a few Bludgers.

Then McGonagall scolded Lee Jordan for spending more time talking about the Firebolt than the game, and Harry returned to hovering above the pitch.

He caught sight of the Snitch flitting near one of the barriers on the ground and dove straight after it. Diggory was close on his heels.

He was only a few feet from the Snitch, quickly outstripping Diggory, when he had to turn to avoid a Bludger. He missed the Snitch by inches and when he was resorted, he didn’t see where it had gone.

Diggory went straight up and Harry followed, but the two ended up hovering over the stands together.

Diggory grinned at him, then dove back down into the fray of the fight.

Harry was about to follow, but he realized that’s what the Hufflepuff Seeker wanted. Harry had feinted for the Snitch before, but he’d never had anyone try it on him. It caught him a little by surprise.

Harry stayed where he was, scanning the pitch for that tiny flutter of gold wings. He glanced in the crowd once to see his parents sitting with Hermione, Ron, Dean, and Seamus. He didn’t see Neville or Ginny. He wondered where they were. Surely Ginny wouldn’t be missing this match. Maybe she just wouldn’t want to sit with Ron.

When Harry looked back at the field, he saw the Snitch diving in-between the Gryffindor goal posts. Harry took off for it like a rocket. He wasn’t worried at all about outstripping Diggory. The Firebolt would out pace him any day. So even though Diggory was ahead of him, he wasn’t concerned.

But as he drew closer to the Snitch, closer to passing Diggory, the Hufflepuff Seeker banked sharply and blocked Harry’s path. Harry collided with him and nearly tumbled off his broom. There was a sharp gasp from the stadium. He felt like everyone was holding their breath until he got his balance back.

“Alright?” Diggory called out, and it looked like he was genuinely concerned. “Thought you’d dive out of the way with your pinpoint turns and all.”

“Thought I’d knock you over instead,” Harry joked and lifted up so he could survey the whole field again. This time, Diggory did the same.

The two stayed just above the action, surveying the field for the Snitch. Harry finally saw it a third time on the Ravenclaw end, but Harry didn’t head that way just yet. Instead, he dove straight down. Diggory followed.

Harry went low as he could before banking hard and heading to the Ravenclaw end. Diggory had trouble with the hard upturn and fell several paces behind Harry. Harry could still see the Snitch high above them and started for it as fast as he could. He had to swerve under a Bludger, and Diggory managed to catch up just on his heels.

Then he heard Diggory shout, “Hey!” very angrily, and it didn’t sound like it was meant to distract Harry. He knew he shouldn’t, but he glanced back, just to see what happened.

Three dementors, three tall, black, hooded dementors were looking up at him.

Harry reached into his robes without a thought. He pulled his wand out and shouted, “Expecto patronum!”

It wasn’t his usual unsteady shield. It was something large, and the silver-white figure charged towards the dementors. Harry didn’t even pause to see what the figure was, or how the dementors reacted. He was still burning with the adrenaline of the game, and he reached out for the Snitch. As his fingers closed around it, Madam Hooch’s whistle sounded.

Before Harry could even get on the ground, his team rushed him. Gryffindors in the stands cheered so loud, Harry wondered if he was going deaf.

Students rushed onto the field, Ron right in front, apparently over his fear of the Grim in the wake of Gryffindor’s victory. And then his parents were right next to him. His mother hugged him and his father was grinning like mad.

“I can’t believe you cast a Patronus,” Lily said in astonishment. “Where did you learn it?”

“Uncle Remus taught me,” Harry said quickly, “in case the dementors came to the match again. It worked pretty well, didn’t it?”

James covered his broad smile with his hand. “Well — I’m sure it would’ve been, but they weren’t exactly dementors.”

This didn’t make any sense to Harry, and he followed his parents out of the crowd to where they could see the “dementors” lying in the grass.

Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint were floundering in three sets of long black cloaks. Professor McGonagall was giving them a lecture worse than any Harry had ever heard. She was shouting, practically red in the face.

“An unworthy trick! A low and cowardly attempt to sabotage the Gryffindor Seeker! Detention for all of you, and fifty points from Slytherin! I shall be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this, make no mistake! Ah, here he comes now!”

Harry felt worlds better. This absolutely made up for his loss against Slytherin last fall.

“Harry!” George shouted. “Party in the common room! Let’s go!”

Harry quickly hugged his parents goodbye. “Tell Uncle Remus about my Patronus,” he said. “And don’t be mad at him for teaching me. I really needed to learn.”

Lily laughed, and he knew she had definitely been planning to scold Remus for teaching such a high-level spell to Harry. “Of course we won’t be mad at him.”

“I’m sure he’ll be excited to hear about it,” James said. “Now go on, celebrate with your friends. We’ll see you when you play Ravenclaw for the cup.”

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The Gryffindor party lasted all day and most of the night. Even Ron and Ginny sort of made-up, the way siblings do, where they just sort of move on from being mad at each other because they have a new joy to share in. Hermione, however, still under stress from her classes, spent the entire evening in her corner with her books. Harry tried to get her to join in, but she insisted she had too much work to do and would appreciate it if he could leave her alone to do it.

“Have you considered dropping a class? I think Professor McGonagall —”

“Absolutely not! I could never!”

“Because I’ve been thinking about dropping Divination.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hermione said. “But I do have four hundred and twenty-two pages to read.”

“At least have something sweet.” Harry handed her a bottle of butterbeer, smuggled out of Hogsmeade courtesy of Fred and George, and of course with the help of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

She stared at the butterbeer for a moment, then finally accepted it. “Thank you. Now may I please finish this? It’s due Monday.”

Harry did.

The party continued until one in the morning, when Professor McGonagall came in and told them to get to bed. Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean were still talking animatedly at the match as they climbed the stairs to their dormitory. Neville was already sound asleep when they arrived, but Harry felt like he could stay awake for hours, even as he put on his pajamas.

But all of them, the minute they climbed into their beds, fell asleep right away.

Harry dreamt he was walking in the Forbidden Forest, Firebolt in hand. He was chasing something silver-white, winding its way through the trees. He could never quite catch up with it, or catch a glimpse of it. He managed to get it into a clearing, and he was just close enough to see what it was when he heard a loud scream.

Harry sat up and realized the scream was not in his dreams. It was Ron, one bed over. He quickly opened his bed curtains, and heard others doing the same.

Dean Thomas lit a lamp and they saw Ron, sitting up in bed, hangings torn on one side. He was deathly pale, like last night when they’d seen the Grim.

“Black!” he whispered. “Regulus Black — standing over me with a knife!”

#harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #poa #hp fic #harry potter everyone lives au #hp everyone lives

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lostonehero · 6 years

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Missteps (pt5 of a silent betrayal)

This was the first time Anti has been to the iplier mansion since his change. Dark has been watching the glitch like a hawk. The behavior doesn't match what happened before. His contract has changed to Marvin.... whoever owned him before ruined him. Well unlike himself Anti is now mostly a blank slate due to the forced memory erasure. Humans are awful creatures.

Well not all humans. He sighs rubbing his head the arguing has finally quieted down at least for now. Dark spotted that android Bing from the corner of his vision. He liked that boy, and with him around the voices are quiet, well not arguing. No he needs to watch Anti right now. No more distractions. He needs to know what kind of contract this is. Worst part he couldn't ask Anti because he can't remember.

What he has to do- his thoughts come to a screeching halt when Wilford slaps his back. "Hello there Darkling how are you today, well me I'm annoyed Anti has grown soft doesn't even want to play rough."

"Wilford I'm trying to work here." Dark growls

"Looks to me you're watching Bingy boy. Not Anti, that soft demon left ten minutes ago." Wilford says smirking.

Dark turns away too quickly shaking Wilford off as he walks away.

Wilford has a growing smirk on his face as he heads to the septic house.

.........

Wilford didn't knock when he entered the septic house he just popped in. "Oh where's that glitch I have questions for him." Wilford sung startling Marvin who was right next to where Wilford appeared.

Anti comes walking in. "Oh hello Wilford right? What can I do for you?"

Wilford licks his finger then points it at Anti. "So noticed anything odd about Darkling and Bing?"

Anti tilts his head. "You mean the fact that Dark is lusting for Bing?" Stating that fact makes Shneep choke on his coffee.

Wilford stops. "..... no" that answer took all the wind out of Wilford's gusto. "Nevermind" he disappears in a cloud of pink.

Anti tilts his head "what on earth could he be thinking about then, Dark is just fine.... he does have a weird contract though."

Shneep straightens up in his chair. "What about Dark's contract is weird Anti?"

Anti moves himself to the kitchen. "Its just odd for a demon to be contracted to posses a body, and not to mention the fact he also has three human spirits stuck in the body.... I wonder how long his contract is for..."

Shneep stops quickly writing this information down. "I see... do contracts work like that? Is there a limit?"

Anti shakes his head. "A demon can't refuse any contract when a human summons them."

Shneep's face falls slightly writing that down. "You have no say."

"That is correct doctor... even if our owners let us do as we please we must still follow every order and protect them with our lives." Anti frowns watching Marvin look down in despair.

.............

Dark sighed as he watched Bing. Anti can wait he poses no threat to himself. Watching Anti play video games with Bing was pretty nice. Bing was laughing, and having a good time. A tapping on Dark's shoulder pulled his attention away. Ot was that magician.... Anti's new owner.

Marvin gulped looking at Dark scowl. "Uh... Dark can I ask you a few questions about demons?"

Dark frowns and motions for Marvin to follow. "Fine on one condition you don't tell anyone about what Anti told you." Dark growls watching Marvin nod in fear.

........

Dark takes a seat in his office while Marvin sits across from him. "What is it that makes you come to me?"

"Well you're a demon..... and uh you actually have a memory." Marvin quickly responds.

Dsrk sighs his face neutral. "Look I know you didn't make the contract with Anti, for one you're too young."

Marvin looks up confused. "What do you mean by too young?"

Dark actually smiles a bit. "You are quite innocent when it comes to these things. What I mean Marvin is that Anti's contract is set for eternity, whoever created the contract wanted external youth. Of course there has to be a way to end the contract, hence why the mirror was involved, but now the chain of the contract is connected to your wrist. I can't break it off if I wanted to."

Marvin scratches at his wrist. "How did you...."

Dark sighs. "A selfish woman who had no idea what she was doing did this to me, but the contract is pretty much null.... Anti probably still think it's a contract I'm under, but in reality it's a curse."

Marvin nods. "Oh ok uh one more question.... are you free to do as you please?"

Dark taken aback from the question pauses. " yes I am Marvin, so is Anti as you command him to. We I mean I have complete autonomy besides the damned spirits stuck inside of me, and this stupid body I must reside in. I still have my power, and I still have my will. I choose to stay here Marvin. Call it madness but I actually enjoy running this place."

Marvin can only nod as he gets up and leaves. He had a lot to think about.

..........

Anti was chewing on a stick he found outside while watching Bim, and Wilford talk about new sketch ideas. Anti knew Bim was a demon as well just more surprising that he was still sane. You see Anti knew that Bim was a demon known as a wendigo, and they usually succumb to the madness of hunger. Bim somehow managed to not only stay sane but destroy the wendigo demonic spirit and gain its power. It amazed him.

More so Anti saw his master return from talking with Shneep after he spoke with Dark. He looked upset which made Anti uneasy, but he knew he couldn't do anything unless asked since Marvin is his master. Anti rolled over pawing at the stick.

He teleported away in a glitchy cloud catching JJ as he almost fell down the stairs. "Oh JJ you should be careful." Anti smiles looking at the silent ego.

Jack clears his throat. "Thank you Anti, but we were trying to film a scene for a silent comedy. Y'know like slapstick humor."

Anti blushes black and green. "Oh I uh sorry." He quickly teleports away.

JJ gives a silent laugh and waves to Jack for another go.

..........

Anti returns to the same field startling Bim, not Wilford though.

"Ah fuck Anti warn someone please." Bim asks politely.

"Sorry about that I missed my mark." Anti sighs chewing on his shirt.

"Shirts aren't for eating glitchy boy." Wilford hums.

"Mouth hurts need to chew." Anti mumbles through the shirt.

Wilford summons a chew toy and sticks it in the demons mouth. "Good good now Bim about that new show idea I love it but I have a few suggestions."

Bim sighs and nods listening to Wilford.

Anti again interrupts spitting out the chew toy in his hand. "That's not going to work Wilford you need to be direct." Anti says with a slight smirk going back to chewing.

"Why virus I had no idea you were such a expert, but perhaps you're write old Wilford's moves have grown stale." Wilford says.

Bim is totally lost. "Er right uh I need to make dinner have fun you two." He says with a bow leaving.

Wilford frowns. "Do you really think that will work... I don't trust you glitchy boy but if it can help me I'll do it."

Anti nods. "Yes please I hate watching others dancing around issues.... uh not to be mean but you two Oogle each other like you just had sex... uh sorry that was crude."

Wilford has a growing smile on his lips as he smacks Anti's back. "You might be onto something." Wilford says disappearing in a puff of cotton candy smoke.

Anti just nods thanking the cloud for the chew toy. He teleports home curling up on the couch chewing on the toy.

He hoped he did enough to help. He hoped he wasn't too rude or forward.

#jameson jackson #jackieboy man #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye #marvin the magician #antisepticeye #markipiler #markiplier wilford #markiplier #dark web #darkiplier #bingiplier

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Mini prompt-Anti having a good day and treating the bois nicely

“Okay, that’s it!” shouts Anti. “Get into the fuckingcar!”

The hot grip of the terror around its bones loses a little of itsstrength as Trick registers belatedly what he said.

“Wait - what?”

“You heard me! Get in the car! Goddamn! Go! Get in the car!”

Shaky already, Trick rubs at his watering eyes and slips behindRed, who holds him carefully at his back.

“Anti, I know we should have been more careful with the ball,but we didn’t mean to break the window,” sniffles Trick, buryinghis face in Red’s sweatshirt. “Please don’t dump me in theocean, I’ll be good, we were just playing. We’re just a littlecooped up, we - ”

“Yeah, I can goddamn tell,” snaps Anti, grabbing his hair andmaking him go “ack!” Trick gets obediently out from behind Redbefore Anti even has to tug or yank. “I hear you throwing that ballaround every hour of the day, all Dok does is sleep, Red has beensmacking his stupid head against the floorboards - ugh, I can’tstand the sound of you all anymore! I’m sick of this house! Dapjust stares at the wall all day, probably hallucinating, and Bluekeeps singing to himself… you all drive me mad, you know that?”

“Yes, Anti,” answers Trick and Red in morose tandem.

“But I thought we were hiding from the bad men?” Red proffersanxiously.

“Yes,” Anti puffs out a sigh. “We are. But you all need out.You’re acting like wild animals.”

Anti’s body is fizzling irritably, consumed all over withrunning lines and curves of rainbow-shifting glitches, his eyesflickering from black to green to blue to brown, stamping hisbarely-corporeal feet.

Ah, realizes Trick, picking at Red’s sleeve. So we’re not theonly ones feeling a little cooped up.

“Go get your brothers,” orders Anti, snapping his fingers infront of their faces and making Trick startle. “Now, I’m notwaiting. We’ll take the car… somewhere. Whatever. Come on! Fiveminutes or I’m leaving you behind!”

Red leaps to his feet and darts off towards his bedroom. PoorTrick is still red-faced and trembling in the expectation of somekind of trap, but Red, for his part, is not about to miss whateverthis day is about to become.

“What about a movie?” suggests Blue timidly.

Anti leans back farther in the passenger seat, shrugging, and Doksquirms behind him as his legs begin to get crushed. Trick looks upin the rearview mirror and giggles at his twin’s discomfort,earning himself a pointed glare. Anti’s eyes flicker over to Trickand he immediately tries to get the amusement off his mouth, butAnti’s already seen it.

He only grins and turns his head about, winking at Dok.

“Anti,” scoffs Dok, blushing as he realizes he’s beingteased, pushing at the car seat crushing him. Anti snorts and leansit all the way back, making Dok yelp and Dapper slide off of Blue’slap and onto the floor beside him, shaking his head at the laid-backchair, pushing at the side of it playfully.

“A movie, huh? I don’t know if we got fifty bucks lyingaround. Not if we want lunch.”

“We want lunch,” whispers Trick, growing bolder with everymoment that passes. He knows Anti isn’t mad now, right? He even lethim drive. He let Trick drive. Trick gets to take his familysomewhere. Trick gets to be in the front seat and Anti gets to bebeside him, beside him, beside Trick and nobody else.

Anti pushes the side of his head, playing with his soft brown downas the streets of the city pass them by in a rush of gold. Tricktries to keep his eyes on the road.

“We could go actually see some of the country,” suggest Dokplaintively. “The natural landmarks are - ”

“Who guessed he was going to say that?” asks Red, putting hishand in the air. “Blue, you - ? Yeah, and, oh, Trick’s got hishand up - Dap?”

“I thought he would ask to go straight to the library,actually.”

“Hey!” cries Dok, shoving himself into Blue’s shoulder topress him into Red and bapping Dapper’s head. “I’ll have youknow that seeing the sights is a perfectly normal tourist activity -”

“Don’t tease him so much,” laughs Anti, reaching back to patDok’s thigh. “Somebody has to be the nerd of the family, that’swhy all you assholes are still alive. Dappy, what about you? Tell bigbrother where you want to go.”

Dapper becomes obediently simpering, tilting his head with wideeyes and reaching up to put his fingers gently on Anti’s arm.“Anti, I want to go to the zoo.”

“Okay, could have guessed that one too,” says Trick.

“The zoo, huh?”

“I think it’s free in the city,” shrugs Blue. “We passedby that poster the other day, didn’t we, Dap?”

“Baby lemur,” replies Dapper emphatically. “Baby giraffe.”

Anti pauses, stroking Dapper’s hair, gazing out at the sun.

“Red?” he says.

Red blinks and looks up. “Yes, sir?”

Anti frowns, turning to shoot him an exasperated look. “Chillout. So?”

Oh, fuck. This is him not understanding again, right? Everybodyelse gets it and he doesn’t. He should, but he doesn’t. Thesignals are there for everybody else to see, but he’s missed them,again, and Anti’s going to look at him like he’s an idiot, andall his little brothers will snicker behind his back, and then -

“Red!” laughs Anti, slapping his knee and making him jolt.“Space back in, please, you’re a million miles away. Where do youwant to go?”

What, him? Where does he want to go? His brain, already kickedinto a gear too high for the hill he’s rolling down, only picks upits pace. In the city? In the country? In the world? Between theproud bodies of shadow-strong trees wheezing ever upwards, throughmountains shouting towards the sky, coated in icing, across oceanswide as infinities, great blue waves leaping with the dolphins,coming to crash like old dead gods onto the grainy gold of ancientbeaches -

“Red.” Blue’s voice is as soft as his hand on his thigh.“Ro.”

“The beach,” spills Red’s mouth frantically.

Anti watches him carefully. His eyes are brown today and he seemsmuch younger than Red, his hair curled on the top and a pair of bigfriendly glasses sitting on his small nose.

“The beach, if you want to,” Red re-attempts, straightening inhis seat and adjusting his black hood, feeling Blue’s hand withdrawfrom his thigh. “But just a suggestion.”

“Yeah,” says Anti musingly. “You did like to swim, huh?”

Everyone falls into silence. It is a remnant of their mutuallyforgotten past, one of the rare, secret pieces of reality long sincestripped away from them. It is a very small detail, and it awakenssomething in Red the same way a smell might awaken the faintest,fondest, most fleeting deja vu, and brings nothing concrete to hismind, but Trick, Dok, Blue, and Dapper all stay quiet and solemn -ode to that which we have all forgotten.

Red catalogs the fact in his brain like someone wrapping dishes intowels instead of bubble packaging, hoping they won’t shatter thenext time they go to pull them out of their boxes. I like to swim.

“Well,” says Anti, clapping his hands together. “Zoo’sclose. And free. And Dap’s been ill.”

Dapper always seems to be ill, and, as such, in need of a greatdeal of fussing and spoiling and looking after, but nobody questionsit. And nobody minds either, truly. They’re out of the house. Allsix of them. The sun is shining. The world feels kind. There are babylemurs at the zoo.

“Hola,” says Trick.

The parrot’s pupils shrink and enlarge, shrink and enlarge,tilting its head as it considers him.

Trick grins. A small group of children and a couple of adults areholding their breath, waiting for him to try again.

“Hola,” he says clearly.

The parrot bobs once, twice. “Hola,” it croaks.

“Ohhh!” cries a small child, bouncing up and down. “Hola!”

“Hola,” says the parrot, playing along now. “Hola.”

A chorus of hellos bursts up around Trick and he laughs, bobbinghis head and making the parrot bob in return. The kids crowd tightaround him, staring up at the bird and chattering in Spanish, tryingto make it talk.

“It likes you,” grins Dok.

“I’m a parrot-whisperer,” says Trick.

They laugh and Trick slips away from the pack of kids, brighteningunder a couple admiring glances from small, chubby kids with smilinglion ink prints pressed onto their hands. When was the last time hegot to be around kids?

“Ahh, baby,” he breathes, as they pass a particular rotundbaby hanging off his mother’s shoulder, slobbering on his fist.

“Is this an animal zoo or a small child exhibit to you?” asksDok, brushing mussed hair, glowing in the afternoon sun, out of hisvivid eyes. Slightly sun-burned and bright with a little exercise, helooks like nothing has ever hurt him in his life. Trick’s mouthsoftens and he lets out a warm hum, closing his eyes and tilting hishead up to the sun, wrapping an arm around Dok’s ribs and walkingforward towards the others again.

“Little bit of both,” he says, and makes his twin laugh.

Blue and Red are leaning over a sign in front of the condorexhibit, Blue translating the extinction prevention discussion outloud to his twin, their color-coordinated heads tilted towards eachother while the condor parades itself in front of them, pausing onlyto groom its heavy wings. Across the way, Anti is holding Dappergently, one hand on his waist and one hand holding his, trying tokeep him from getting too over-excited and faint. It’s not unusualfor him to over-emote when Anti’s making obvious attempts to spoilhim, and he hasn’t been out of the house in weeks - maybe a month,Trick can’t remember. It’s almost too much for him, especiallygiven his passion for zoos, exploration, and tiny animals.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he is babbling, pointing and signing andgrabbing Anti’s hand over and over again. He seems to buzzunderneath Anti’s hands, rocking on his dress shoes. “Baby birdbaby baby baby.”

“All okay,” soothes Anti, and Trick sees a small, fond smilesitting on his mouth, carefully holding back their youngestbrother. “All okay. We’re okay. Dapper, my Dapper.”

The quail chicks in the pen before them bop along on tiny sticklegs after their big fat mama, cheeping weepily for attention andpoking around at the dirt.

“Apparently there used to be like, thirty of these left in thewild!” Blue runs his fingers over the informational again. “Butthey’ve really made a comeback. One of few endangered species thathas…”

“Poor sucker.” Red clucks his tongue, shaking his head at thebird. “It’s almost as ugly as you are, Blue.”

“Red, we are identical.”

“Yes, Red, don’t say that.”

“See, Dok-Dok agrees.”

“Oh, I just meant the condor doesn’t deserve to be calledugly.”

Red cackles and Blue has Dok in a headlock, pressing him into theinformational. Trick stops his own hackles from rising - they’rejust playing, Dok is laughing, and Red and Blue are bigger than himanyway, so even if Blue was actually hurting him, it would be betterto sit back quietly and be ready for the aftermath than to try andintervene.

Trick turns back to the quails and finds Anti looking back at him,a rare smile on his mouth. He softens to meet Anti’s eyes and Antilets go of Dapper’s waist to reach a hand out towards him,beckoning. Trick’s heartrate picks up and he hurries towards him,grasping his hand tight before it can be pulled away. Anti laughs andsqueezes his palm tight, pulling him and Dapper off towards the nextexhibit.

Red uses the last of his sols to buy Blue a handful of bird feedand he glows with laughter as the birds converge on him, pecking athis filled palms. Dapper continues to buzz and whistle and click andsign through the big cats, the ungulates, the penguins, and themonkey house, including the baby lemur, but he stills when they reachthe hyenas just in time to see them being fed, his big eyes fixed onthe moving bodies of the cats, his head tilted, calmed as Antistrokes his back. A butterfly lands on Dok’s nose inside thebughouse. Anti pulls out his phone and takes a picture.

The reptile exhibit is a long line of darkened tunnels, bodieswrithing across stone and tree and little cups of water. The smell ofsnakes is over-sweet and reeks in the air.

“Very cool,” says Trick, lead by Anti.

“Very edgy,” Anti replies, and Trick snorts. Dapper puts hispalm on the cool glass of a snake cage and watches the body move,nodding slowly like they’re speaking to each other.

“Look how fat he is,” mumbles Blue, entranced with a very fatfrog.

In the dark hallway, they are all close and slowed by the smallcages, each one deserving a moment of admiration. Anti pulls Trickand Dap to the tarantula at the end of the hall and humsappreciatively, staring at it.

“Don’t let your twin see that, huh, Trick?” says Anti,swinging their hands back and forth. Trick looks up at him, warmed.

“How’d you know he doesn’t like spiders?”

“I know Dok.” Anti turns to him, frowning a little. “I knowall of you.”

“Excuse me?” says a young boy in broken English, pausingbeside them before Trick can answer. Anti startles and drops theirhands, turning to regard the kid, probably about twelve or thirteen.

“Yes, bud?” asks Trick, grinning at him.

“Are you Jacksepticeye?” he asks Anti, beaming through gappedteeth. “Can I have picture?”

In the lowlight, Trick watches the color drain from Anti’s face.Even if he couldn’t read Anti’s warning signs himself, he wouldknow the sudden danger from the way Dapper distances himself fromthem, pushing his back into the glass of the tarantula exhibit andhis fear into the back of his head, leaving him small and contriteand dull in the eyes, the easiest mental space when big brother isangry.

“No,” says Anti, too soft. The snake cage behind him flowswith slithering movement as a python shifts. “Estas confundido.”

The boy’s face falls. “No eres Jack?”

Anti steps forward, his boots striking stone. The kid jumps,startled by the look on his face, and, with one glance at the tattoosburned into Anti’s forearms, turns to rush back to his parents.

Anti stills, staring at the cold floor, rubbing the circle on hisupper arm, his mouth slightly open. He can hear Dapper’s breathingpicking up beside him and he sees his youngest screw his eyes shut,rubbing at his head.

“Anti?” mumbles Trick. “Who’s Jack?”

Anti grits his teeth. “Go get the fake halter,” he hisses.“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have wornthis…”

Trick breathes in and out shallowly, trying to diffuse whatever’shappening before it happens. “I thought you said you were comfiestlooking like this.”

“Go get my halter,” snaps Anti, rubbing at his face. And then,softening: “Please, Trickster, and don’t say that name again.”

“J - infected eye,” signs Dapper aggressively, nearly strikinghimself in the face. “J - infected eye.”

“Go get Blue too,” murmurs Anti, turning to grip Dapper’sshoulder.

“You make - forget.” Dapper is frantic, gripping at hiswrists. “You make - steal him from me - I want - I want - mybrother -”

Anti shoves him into the corner, taking his chin firmly in hishands and making him meet his eyes. Trickshot rushes back towards theothers.

“You didn’t hear anything important.”

“I - I - I did.” Dapper is suddenly shaken, blinking,heart-racing. “He said - ”

“You didn’t hear anything important.” His dark eyes boreinto him.

“Anti, too much, dizzy, please - ”

“You didn’t hear anything important.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t…”

“Ah, there you go, sweetheart.”

Dapper’s eyes are glazing, drifting back to Anti’s, his mouthparting dully. Anti holds his head securely to keep him fromdrifting. “Stay with me. You didn’t hear anything important.”

“I didn’t… hear anything important.”

“There you go. There you go. Hey, don’t close your eyes, stayconscious.”

Blue is at his side, gripping at his shoulder. “What happened?Is he okay?”

“Probably just a hallucination. Right, Carve?”

“Right…”

“Oh, here, Dap, I’ve got you.”

“I didn’t hear anything important. I didn’t hear anythingimportant.”

Blue leads Dapper away, his little brother clinging woozily to hischest. Red is left behind with Anti, pulling the halter out of hisbag, Trick hovering nervously behind them while Dok hurries afterBlue and Dap.

“What really happened?” asks Red.

“Bad name,” Anti mumbles.

“Fuck.” Red glances around, trying to make sure they’rehidden. They need a better spot than this. He puts his arms aroundAnti’s shoulders and leads him towards a shadowed water fountain.

“I’m fine,” growls Anti, low, his eyebrows furrowed and hiseyes closed, letting Red lead him.

“Anti, you’re glitching.”

Anti grits his teeth and lets Red press him into a corner by thewater fountain, hiding his color-burn stomach with his body. Trickhurries towards him as he begins to dissolve at the seams, breathingharshly through his teeth.

“Anti,” Trick says, patting his chest. “Just calm down, man.Hey, breathe with me, okay?”

“Get off me,” heaves Anti, pushing at his hands. “Trick, Idon’t need - ”

“Anti.” Trick steadies his hands on his shoulders, helping Redshield him in the corner while Dok and Blue guard and hold Dapperbehind them, glancing warily around and keeping their heads down low.“You’ve done this for me before. It’s alright. Breathe in,follow me.”

“Don’t even need to breathe,” chokes Anti, but a secondlater air is sliding in through his teeth as he watches Trick’schest rise.

“And out…”

“Not scared,” pants Anti, trying to keep the breath steady asit leaves him.

“I know, buddy,” says Red softly, patting his back.

“In…”

They rise like mountains.

“Out…”

Fall like waves. Anti ripples with power and distress, but hisdissipating stomach is coming back together.

Time shakes past them the way it always does when panic is high,cold and swift and slow and still. Anti lets his head fall down onTrick’s collarbone and they breathe in sync. Rise and fall. Riseand fall.

“I’m fine,” grumbles Anti.

“Better to be safethan sorry,” says Trick.

“It’s my faultanyway,” hisses Anti, and the words startle Red so bad he seems toreboot for a second, blinking hard at the sky and looking around like he’sjust woken up. “All of us being in public is stupid. I didn’teven pick another form. Anyone could be tracking us right now. Thiswas a bad idea. We shouldn’t have ever left the house. Why did Ibring even the little one, fuck…”

Red breathes a longsigh out from his teeth, nervous. It can be hard to work with Antiwhen he’s upset – all his emotions seem to lead to anger eventually– but he wants so badly to comfort him.

“We can’t juststay in the house all the time,” he soothes, almost touching Anti’sshoulder, drawing back uncertainly. “You were restless too. Andwe’re having a good time, Anti. We are. Maybe Dapper got upset for amoment, but how excited has he been today? Happier than he’s been ina long time.”

Anti hums, tiltinghis head back and forth, and glances up at Blue and Dapper, wanderingoff arm in arm. “I guess.”

“It was just onemoment. Tell you what – ” He holds his hands gently out and putshis head down a little. Just suggesting, not ordering. Justsuggesting. “How about we go see that last exhibit Dapper wanted tosee and then we’ll head out and get lunch like you said. Let me picksomething up for you and everybody and then we’ll find somewherequiet to go to eat. Just the six of us. And you can wear whatever youwant, and no one will look at us or follow us or hurt us or say badnames. How does that sound?”

Slowly, Anti’s mouthcurves into a small smile. Something warm unravels in Red’s stomach.

He leans forward andshoves their foreheads together. Anti giggles and knocks back.“Dumb-ass,” he sings, pushing Red’s shoulder, avoiding his skin.“Head full of air.”

“Guilty,” saysRed, making him laugh again. “Okay, you want the halter?”

“Yeah. And Trick,put your hat back on. Too many of the same faces walking around, andapparently I always fade right back to his… Okay, hide me.”

Red glances aroundfor eavesdroppers yet again and blocks Anti’s body off with his ownin the corner. A moment later, a knee-high black dog slips in frontof him and he leans loyally down and puts a halter labeled “servicedog – DO NOT TOUCH” around its chest. Anti bites his teeth at himonce and Red jumps hard and then laughs loud, reaching out to strokehis brother’s ears.

“Okay,” he says,getting up and tapping Trick’s hand. “Let’s go see a baby giraffe.”

“Baby baby baby!”they find Dapper signing, held back from the ledge by Blue, laughingand wrapped around his waist. “Baby, baby, baby.”

The giraffe racesaround on its wobbly knock-knees, its mother trying earnestly tocatch and lick it. Dapper falls back, laughing hard, letting himselfcollapse against Blue’s chest, heaving with the joy of it. To be outof the house, to be convinced that you’re free, to be laughing atbaby giraffes!

The black dog swirlsaround his legs and he clicks his tongue, turning his face up in thesun to bask in it. Anti returns to Red’s side and Trick returns toDok’s, and wraps, once more, a safe arm around his safe twin, andholds him while the sun gets low.

Red gets themchicken from a KFC – Lima is coated in them – and brings it backto the car, where the shiny black dog has finally returned to a youngman with mousy brown hair, big round glasses, and a neck wrapped inbandages.

And that’s it,that’s all, he expects, that was nice enough and now they’re goinghome to eat and think about the day and feel okay and safe and happyfor once.

“Hey,” saysAnti, glancing back at Dok. “You said you wanted to see the sightsor something?”

Dok perks up, eyesflickering around in case of a trap. “Yes, maybe.”

Anti pats Trick’sshoulder and gets in the driver’s seat in his stead. “Come on,let’s find somewhere to go to eat.”

Trick leaps intothe hot wet sand of the beach and hollers aloud, racing along theline of the water. A white wash of foam comes pouring across hiscalves and thighs, soaking into his bare feet and retreating again,leaving him cool and clean, laughing as he runs. He scatters a groupof seagulls and spins around, turning his face to the sun and lettinghimself crash onto his back.

“Careful, Trick,”warns Dapper, putting his hands around his sandcastle tower.

“Yeah, careful,Trick,” says Dok, and pours sand all over his bare white chest.Trick yelps and gets up, flinging sand at his twin and making himsplutter. Dok picks up another handful of sand and Trick turns to runeven as Dok rises to his feet, chasing him down into the tide anddumping the sand all over his hair while he shrieks and laughs hisprotest, trying to grab Dok and throw him to the ground.

“No, no, Trick,wait – ” cries Dok as he is lifted up and dragged farther intothe water, gasping with laughter.

“No way,dummkopf, this is what you get!” shouts Trick, and dunks his twinunderneath the water, snatching his glasses off his face and puttingthem on his own in victory.

Dok comes upspluttering and shoving at him, his eyes bright with mirth, and amoment later he is wriggling free and chasing him again.

Dapper turnscartwheels on the beach around his sandcastles, knowing better thanto play rough with his big brothers – Anti hates that, except forpractice fights – but entertained nevertheless. Blue, Red, and Antiare coming down the hill of the private beach they’ve broken into,carrying plates and cups and more food and even wine stolen from thehouse at the top of the hill, empty for months while the owners areaway on vacation in a wealthier part of the world.

But what could bebetter than this, wonders Red, staring out at the shoreline.

Gold light and thesetting sun. The glass shine of the blue water, rocking itself tosleep across soft brown sand. Little crabs scurrying around Dapper’sfeet as he steps curiously around them, water cooling his twinsiblings as they play, Blue singing a song behind him, distant andcontent, his eyes fixed on the horizon, the warm wind sighing throughhis hair. Fried chicken and sand in their socks and broken glass froma break-in. Nothing’s perfect. But this is good. This is good, andsometimes good is the best thing for something to be, good and pureand real and true.

“Dumbasses,”laughs Blue, breaking off his music as he watches them lock arms andpush against each other, Trick threatening to dunk Dok over again.“Come get some dinner, come on.”

Dapper comeslooping loyally back towards his big brothers, but Dok and Trickdon’t seem to have even heard them.

“Let them play alittle,” laughs Anti. “Look how Dok still fights even though he’snot as strong. He knows he’s the big brother. Just by a little. Theyplay well these days. Don’t they fit like puzzle pieces?”

Red turns to glanceat him in time to see Anti dart away to join his brothers in thewater, pushing the both of them into the ocean. Indignant coughingand laughter follows as Dok and Trick flounder and pretend to resist,though neither of them would really ever dunk him in the water.They’re smarter than that. Anti presses kisses to their hair andRed’s heart picks up from the relief of it – to see Anti holdingthem gently again, and Dok softened and smiling, and Trick lookingsafe and happy, flushed with joy.

“This is toosoft,” decides Blue aloud, shoving wine and chicken into Red’sarms.

“What?”

Blue races downinto the water. Red scoffs and turns to pull Dapper under his arm.

“Let’s watch himget dunked til he’s dizzy, you think?”

Dapper shyly slinksan arm back around Red’s waist, pushing his head into his shoulder,smiling. Everything is good and right and then –

Blue wraps his arms around Anti’s stomach and shoves him into theocean.

Dok startles so hard he tumbles back into the water. Trickshotstares open-mouthed, clutching his hair, and Dapper, with a littlegroan, turns around, curls down on himself, and hides his face in hisarms like a black and white hedgepig.

Anti spasms apart into coding in the water and leaps up again onthe beach, spluttering.

Red is shaking toomuch to move, staring at the sand.

“Ass!” yellsAnti, and then he bursts into laughter and leaps up onto Blue’sshoulders, and then, laughing so hard he can barely breathe, Red iswatching Anti riding piggyback, pushing and pulling at Blue, tryingto make him fall and take them both into the water. And eventuallythey both go crashing down, and the water is sloshing over them likeit’s laughing too, and they start a bonfire and eat chicken on thebeach and drink stolen rich man’s wine, and then Anti goes back tothe car and gets his laptop and they watch the movie Blue wanted tosee, pirated in HD, on a beach in Peru.

“You didn’t goswimming,” says Anti.

Red pauses,glancing over at him. His little brother looks back, brown-eyed,mousy-haired, sopping wet and lying on the sand beside him, Dapperasleep against his tummy.

“Oh,” saysRed. He didn’t think he’d remember. “It got dark so quickly.”

“Hm.” Antiturns back to stare up at the oncoming stars and Red mimics himwarmly, listening to Blue breathing as he sleeps beside him, andTrick and Dok sitting by the crackling fire and whispering to eachother, hand-in-hand.

“I thinksometimes,” says Anti, and then he pauses.

“Yes, Anti?”

“I thinksometimes you look after the others so much you forget to look afteryourself.”

Red turns to him,confused.

“I know, Iknow… kind of your job. But sometimes I need you to be well too.And when everyone else is okay, Red, you have to… kind of… blah.I don’t know.”

Anti shrugs,furrowing his heavy eyebrows, and turns back to the stars.

Red breathes inand breathes out.

“It’s kind ofscary,” he says. “When you tell me about the person I used tobe.”

Anti is turnedback to him. Brown eyes. Deep and dark and lovely. Red loves him.

“Because Ijust… don’t want to be that person again.”

Anti softens likea bud unfurling.

“So even littlethings start to seem serious… things like swimming. What if I tryto go swimming, and then I remember so much it makes me feel like adifferent person again, and that different person can’t be who I needto be?”

“Who the othersneed you to be,” Anti replies.

Red shrugs,feeling a prick in the back of his eyes. “I guess.”

Anti’s mouth opensand closes. Opens and closes.

“You have tobe… Red, you have to be more than what other people expect you tobe. I learned that a long time ago. Kind of fucked it all up, but Idid learn it. And I know I need you to be a lot of things, and sooften, too, so I know that seems hypocritical, maybe, butsometimes… when I give you the chance… I just need you to be whoyou need you to be. It’s why we have… nice days. Breaks. Holidays. To be who you all need to be.”

Red wants to belying on his chest instead of Dapper. Red wants to be held by him.Red wants to be laughing in the water with him.

“I… Anti, Idon’t think I know how to do that anymore.”

And if regretflashes across Anti’s face, well, Red doesn’t see it, and if Antiremembers, with guilt or with sorrow or just one dash of longing, theman who Red used to be, well, you will never hear him admit that outloud.

“How about youstart with a swim?” he suggests, pulling away from Dapper andgetting to his feet. He reaches out his hands for Red’s.

Red laughsnervously, letting himself be pulled up. “Sorry, lil bro, but allexistentialism aside, it actually is too dark to swim. Right?”

“Well, not ifyou’ve got a rescue dog,” answers Anti.

And this isn’t Redmisunderstanding, this isn’t Red not getting it. Anti is pleased withhim, Anti is gentle with him, Anti wants to see him happy to, wouldchange into the form of an animal just to let him swim one nightmore.

“It’s dark out,”admits Anti, glancing around. “But we don’t need the light, notreally. I don’t think we ever did. I’ve got you. You’ve got me. Come on. Come swim with me.”

“What – you’dreally do that for me?”

Anti smiles.

Fangless.

Brown-eyed.

He looks so much like someone Jackie loved a long time ago. The differences between them are small. You can miss them if you blink. And Red only ever stares at Anti. Red has learned to miss them all.

“Yeah. Course.For my big brother? Come on. You love to swim.”

His body shiftsand glitches and the black dog is racing towards the nightfall water,the stars shining up above them. And then, with a shout of laughter,Red is off after him, and crashing into the water.

He is afloat. Heis a part of this. He rolls and races and dives and curls. Heavy coldwater, the healthy joyful beating of his own heart. Starlight on thewater, and the strong black body of the dog beneath his hands when hegets lost, always waiting, waiting to bring him back to shore, to thesafety of his family, so he does not get lost in the darkness alwaysaround them.

“I love you,”says Red at three in the morning, half asleep in the shallows, laidacross the back of the dog and stroking at its fur.

Anti sets his headon top of his and closes his eyes.

#hypnosis tw #prompt stories #not mini lol but that's my fault #abuse tw #i should put that on cause anti is just... always

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