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romanoffsbish · 6 months

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Carved With Love

Natasha Romanoff x Wife!R

Yelena Belova x Fem!R (The true love story 🥹)

Yelena’s in town for the holiday season, and who would she be if not wreaking havoc? | WC: 1,986

Warnings: Mentions of Neglectful Past | Siblings

Yelena was a menace; you knew that from the insight your wife gave you before she introduced you to her.

“Y/N, she literally blew herself up and said it was fun,” your wife had reiterated her stance, that being: Yelena was a complete and total maniac. “Sounds like she’d fit right in with you and your band of superheroes,” was all you’d said back while adding pasta to your cart.

The two of you had been together for nearly a decade when they found each other again, and though the blonde was wary of a meeting she quickly agreed after hearing that the two of you were married with kids.

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You couldn't really blame her for wanting to meet them more, especially your daughter, the eldest, who shared a name with her. They clicked instantly. Then there were your sons that you carried back to back, Andrei and Aleksander, who were bonded like twins. It was like they gained a triplet with their aunt. Then there’s the latest, Flora, who was just turning six months old and who was absolutely in love with the blonde.

The group were nothing but trouble, you adored that.

When you met her, your heart had doubled in size as you realized she was just trying to forget, to be a kid. Something you knew she never got to be, so just like with your own children, you let her get away with it all.

Natasha didn't much appreciate that, well, truthfully she adored just how much you already loved her sister. But, she was a bit jealous that you were so lenient with her, even if she knew you weren’t with her because she needed the structure and redirection you provided her.

As of right now, she thought you were also insane, "Detka, I don't think you thought this through..." Natasha mumbled against your temple from behind, where she stood with you securely in her arms, and you shook your head and softly chuckled. "It's fine baby."

Natasha currently feared for everyone's safety as her sister held one of those little orange carving knives.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N Romanoff, look!" Yelena shrieked, and your wife sighed when she felt your body relax. There was no hope left, you were at her sister's mercy. Yelena held up a stencil and you smiled. "It's cute."

"No, it is badass!" Yelena corrected, only to be met with a glare from her sister. "Watch your language."

"Natasha," you scolded instantaneously, "Lighten up."

"But she —," Natasha went to defend her decisions but quickly cut herself off when you turned with a glare.

Everyone got away with murder, except Natasha. (Well, in this symbolic context that is…)

Yelena smiled smugly at her sister, she even stuck her tongue out to mock her as you weren't looking. The redhead flipped her off, and your daughter gasped. "Mama! That's the bad finger!" Your eyes widened. "Natasha! What are you now? Some sort of hypocrite?"

"Predateli'," Natasha grumbled, making your daughter laugh alongside her aunt who was taping the ghost cat on a zombie dog's head stencil to her large pumpkin.

(Traitors)

"You all behave," you scolded the entire room before leaving to the kitchen to collect the cookies. Natasha tried to follow you, like a hurt puppy, but you made her stay behind to make sure nobody had a carving crisis.

Which was in vain because when you came back in the room you found Yelena had upgraded to your sharp carving knife, and you nearly dropped your plate.

"Yelena honey, that's too dangerous," you practically shrieked, but not really to avoid her hand slipping. Not that you didn't have faith in her trained hands, but you knew accidents could happen regardless of skillsets. The blonde pouted up at you, and Natasha watched you once again melt into her little sister's charm.

"I can't use the little orange one," she pleaded for your understanding, "It is too tiny and ineffective."

"Okay," you folded instantly and your wife's eyes widened with flashes of shock and betrayal. The one time Natasha had done the same thing years back, before your kids, you'd given her a safety lesson.

“This isn’t fair,” she grumbled to herself, but she also let it go when she saw you sitting with her sister, eyes focused in on the way she carved the pumpkin and mouth at the ready to give her advice or a light scold.

Natasha let her festering resentments go, and shortly after joined you all at the table so that the youngest member of the house could play with the guts. It was a perfect moment of domesticated bliss, and the redhead couldn’t help but to feel at peace in current company.

Then the following morning came, and you learned a few things. Yelena had a new favorite holiday, and in turn a hobby, carving, which piggybacked right off of her other, bugging her older sister as if it was her job.

"Natasha," you tried to calm her, your hands on her tense shoulder as you kept her from lunging at the blonde. "You need to calm down my love, I can..."

"No!" Natasha cut you off, "She will do it, not you."

"She's our guest," you reminder her, but she merely rolled her eyes—something she never did towards you. "More like a pest, Y/N/N, make her leave before I do."

Your eyes narrowed fast, and your wife cowered at the sheer intensity. "Apologize to her, right now Natalia."

The redhead held back a scoff. Yelena had carved a face only a mother could love into her favorite fall leather jacket, yet she was the one who had to apologize here.

"I'm sorry, parshivets," she begrudgingly spat at the grinning blonde across the room. "I accept, cyka."

(Brat / Bitch)

You sighed, and regretfully turned to face the smug blonde. This was partially your fault too for having let the girl get away with murder up until this point.

"Yelena, now it's your turn." Yelena frowned, but then she nodded and relaxed her features. "Sorry sestra," her tone was genuine, "I will buy you another one."

"No, you don't have to," you let the girl off the hook. "Yes she does." Natasha rebuked your words in a flash, then she intelligently rephrased, "No you don't."

You smirked and rewarded her with a kiss that she tried to melt into, but once again Yelena interrupted with a rumbling stomach. "Can we make pancakes?"

Natasha's hands harshly gripped your hips, and you smiled at her in understanding, she missed you. "How about you go get the kids up while we make breakfast?"

The redhead reluctantly let you go with a nod, but before she got too far you pulled her in for another kiss. "I'll be all yours soon, just have some patience."

Yelena was leaving after the holiday's event, and the kids were going to Wanda's for a spooky sleepover. You'd planned accordingly, and your wife smirked at the reminder, chastely pecked your lips then ran up the stairs with a reinvigorated pep in her once glum step.

"Get the chocolate chips," you instructed your sous chef, and she did so with a smile. Yelena was learning to cook from you, you never outright said it, but you worried about her eating habits. All she could make was mac and cheese and that was artery clogging if not met with a balance of other things besides takeout.

Yelena appreciated your concern, it was clear to her that you were the perfect match for Natasha, because you were an even better platonic match for her. The way you let her just be who she was, who she was discovering herself to be with her newfound freedom, meant the absolute world to her. You were a light that she found comfort in, and would never let go of.

Once you showed Yelena how to make the batter you let her ladle it onto the griddle. "Don't flip it yet," you instructed, your back was turned but you were aware of her piqued curiosity and she was enamored by your spy like skills. "You're like a super mom or something."

"It's nice to see my skillset is appreciated," you teased the younger girl as you returned to her side and gently bumped her hip. "I appreciate all of you, sestra."

It took you a second to reel in your emotions, you'd only been hoping that she wouldn't hate you, but it turned out that she actually liked you, and you didn't want to cry and make her reevaluate that judgement.

Instead you settled on hugging her shoulders, giving her a gentle shake as you showed her the indicators for flipping before finally letting her flip the pancake.

Just as you settled a pancake on the plate you heard an obnoxious scraping on the glass. "What the—." There before you was a focused blonde, the tip of her tongue rested on her lower lip as she carved your perfectly round pancake into a ghost cat. You shook your head with a fond smile, "You really love knives, don't you?" Yelena mirrored your expression and nodded as she now carved an eye into a pumpkin. "They are so cool."

"Natasha loves her guns the same." Yelena flinched, "Guns are too rigid, and loud. Knives are fun, you can do flip tricks with them and they're just as lethal."

You noted her clear discomfort with firearms, and filed it away in your mind as a later topic of discussion, and fortunately the kids came barreling into the kitchen. Yelena dropped the knife and, just like every morning, she greeted the little boys with the tickle monster.

Then came your daughter’s greeting, “Yelena Belova!"

Yelena then followed her lead, “Yelena Romanoff!"

You shook your head at their antics, then you returned to your task at hand, and began to set the table. You placed the blondes masterpieces in their designated spots, a pumpkin for each boy, the cat for her parrot, and the torn to bits pieces went to the toothless baby.

You were gifted two perfectly sized hearts, topped with fruit and whipped cream. Natasha got zero change to the shape, but instead, she was gifted icing words.

“I’m not eating that,” Natasha growled, and you bit back a laugh as you saw the script. “What’s it say?”

Natasha shook her head at you, and glared in her sister’s direction as you attempted to read the Russian out loud, “Tvoya zhena lyubit menya bol'she.”

(Your wife loves me more)

“Damn right,” Yelena teased as she sat in front of her own pancake, “Don’t worry sestra, she loves you too.”

“You two, knock it off and eat your breakfast,” your mom voice came out, and everyone was suddenly sat. You nibbled on your food while making sure your baby didn’t choke on hers as she gobbled it down like a cat (Liho and Bob) being fed at the normal time everyday.

Once breakfast was finished you sent the kids to the living room with their aunt to watch cartoons while you and your wife cleaned up the mess left behind.

As you were packing up the fruit you felt two arms snake around your waist, and a kiss placed on your neck that you instantly melted into. You felt her smirk but ignored her smugness as you lazily cleaned up.

"You're spoiling her," Natasha groaned, you shrugged and turned around to face her with a genuine smile. "I'm just giving her the same chances I did you."

Natasha frowned, "I hope it's not exactly the same."

"That’s disgusting!" Yelena groaned from the couch and you giggled into your wife's shoulder. Avoiding the question in your kids eyes, and leaving Natasha to answer it. The redhead smirked, throwing her sister a wink before she completely pulled you out of the room.

Two could play at this game…

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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The witty and uncanny pt 2

Doctor!yandere OC x reader x mafia!yandere OC

Summary: you knew that they'd be back for you, you just didn't know you'd stumble upon them so quickly.

Warnings: stalking, guns, knives, yandere

word count: 2.3k

Part 1 part 3

You pull the dark hood over your face and sit down by the coffee shop's counter, eyes cautiously wandering around the room. You're not sure who's a friend and who's an enemy. Silas has eyes everywhere and you wouldn't be surprised if he'd ordered more people to look for you. After your escape from the hospital, you've done your best to keep a low profile. You've couch surfed and slept outside. It hasn't been comfortable, but it worked. In the inside pocket of your black hoodie is the gun you stole from Silas and then from doctor Kry. You always keep it close … just in case they decide to show up unannounced.

"Hi, Y/N", your manager smiles. "Ready for your shift?"

"Yes", you answer.

When you've collected enough money, you're getting out of here. You like this place, maybe even more than you'd admit. The atmosphere is slow and soft, no one's in a hurry, everyone's just enjoying the moment. Just like you should.

Dr Kry sighs and puts down the dumbbells. His heart is pounding in his ears. Is it even worth it anymore? Despite working so hard that his muscles are pulsating, he can't feel anything. He had you and then he lost you … and then he had you again … and you got away. Dr Kry doesn't blame you for hurting him. You were scared, hurt and unwell. You acted irrationally. That's why he has to get you back. You're not well and the world will only hurt you. Or worse …

His foot is back to normal by now. A scar is left from where you shot him. He can't get himself to feel mad over it. It's a constant reminder of you, so why should he be angry?

Dr Kry leaves the gym to go take a shower. He does so in your room, somehow wishing that you'll be lying in the bed once he comes out again. He hates to see the empty bed, but he still comes into the room everyday. He uses the shower as an excuse to walk in, but sometimes he just sits by your bed, watching over nothing.

After showering, he makes himself ready to go out. He puts on a sand colored Jean jacket over a white turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans.

The only reason he leaves the hospital is to look for you. He has been to your parents house, your friends houses, motels and other hospitals. He saw some traces of you on a couch in a friend's house. He knows that you're somewhere around him, and it's just a matter of time before he finds you.

You pour up a hot cup of coffee for a customer and give them a gentle smile. Your head is pounding. It's been months since you last slept in a real bed. Ironically enough it was the hospital bed. Couch surfing might keep you social, but your organs are suffering. One wrong move and your spine will split in two.

"Good morning, could I have a plain, black coffee, please?" a voice asks gently. "No coffee, nothing extra … just a plain, black coffee?"

Your eyes dart to the man in front of your colleague as your heart sinks to your stomach. Without his doctor's clothes, he's almost unrecognizable. He looks just like anyone else.

You're quick to look away and continue with the last customer's order. Your colleague will take care of the doctor. If you're lucky you won't have to interact with him at all and he won't notice you. You pull the hoodie closer and feel for the gun in your pocket.

Your colleagues glance at Dr Kry, unforgivingly checking him out. You give him a discreet look. He has bags under his eyes. He's always had them, but these ones are darker. Otherwise he looks normal.

"Y/N, can you take this order?" your colleague asks you as she swings her bag over her shoulder. "I have to go to the post office before twelve or my letter won't reach my parents before their anniversary."

You want to yell at her but instead you press your lips together and nod. She disappears, leaving you alone by the counter. Quietly, you start to pour a white cup with steaming hot coffee

"Quite a nice morning, don't you think?" Dr Kry says.

You nod, still keeping your head down. The hood covers most of your features and you hope that he's too tall to notice the hair that sticks out. If you start tucking it back, he'll grow suspicious.

You give him the cup and you shudder as your fingers brush against his. Electricity shoots through your veins — and not the good kind.

"Thank you so much", Dr Kry smiles. "Have a good day."

"You too", you whisper.

He walks away. Quickly, you run to the changing room to catch your breath. Holy fuck, he was right in front of you. You literally touched him. You talked to him. This was too much. Without a second to waste, you throw the apron off your body and sprint out the back door. This was too risky, you can't come back here in case he ever comes back. Your heart is beating in your ears. You run the quickest you can down the street before he can realize.

Doctor Kry walks out to his white car with his coffee in his hands. He sighs heavily and takes a sip. It burns nicely in his throat, it reminds him that he's still alive. He feels like a walking shell. He looks for you every day … but you're nowhere.

Wait. That voice. That … touch.

Dr Kry quickly turns around and looks at the sweet coffee shop. He hurries back in. The counter is empty. With a quick glance around, he walks behind the corner and into the back room. He looks around, seeing an apron on the floor. Squatting down, he picks it up. The nameplate says a name he first doesn't recognize, but then he smiles. Your middle name.

"Oh, sweetheart", he sighs with a smile on his face. "It really was you."

Hope is blooming in his chest. Holy fuck, he was right in front of you. You literally touched him. You talked to him. He needs more. He notices that the back door is swung open and runs out tk his car. He'll catch you soon enough. He's not unarmed this time.

He's utterly embarrassed. Fainting on the floor in a hospital like that? Because someone managed to prick a needle into him? That's not something he brings up often and frankly something he wishes to forget. The second he regained consciousness he called for his right hand man to pick him up. There was blood in the elevator when he was getting up to the ground floor and he feared it came from you. Silas had to leave the hospital that day. He still believes that the doctor has kept you away in the hospital room. One day he'll be back for you and he won't let that uncanny doctor win. He has put out his men all over the city to keep their eyes open for you. You can't hide forever, it's just a matter of time. But for the time being, he's keeping himself occupied with work until he comes up with a plan to get you away from that pesky doctor.

"Boss, we found them!"

Silas looks up. "Where?"

"They were caught on one of the city's surveillance cameras, running down the street. We've seen them before, it's the one with the black hoodie. The hood flew off when they were running."

"I had a feeling that it was them!"

He should have trusted his gut. He could already have had you, but he told himself that it couldn't be you. You were at the hospital, weren't you? Apparently not.

"Let's go get them", Silas says and stands up. "I'll get my coat. Get a blanket, they must be cold and make someone prepare the basement. I've had enough of this running around."

Silas grabs his black coat and storms out to his car. His men follow and one gives the boss a green blanket he can wrap around your body once they get you.

Silas jumps into his car, ready to go. He won't let you get far.

He speeds through the city to reach you before you disappear.

"Where are they?" he asks his second in command. "Hurry up!"

"I-I don't know, boss!" He almost shouts back. "They're not on any of the cameras anymore."

"What?!"

"The last I can see of them was ten minutes ago. They ran out into the forest!"

"I fucking hate them."

He sighs heavily. He'll have to search for you in the woods? He might as well burn it down when he’s at it. He speeds up, determined to get to you before the forest swallows you whole.

Not long after starting your forced workout, you can hear a car speed up beside you. Looking to the side, you see the face of a familiar blonde man behind the wheel. You gasp and run into the forest before he has time to park.

"Y/N!" Dr Kry shouts behind you. "Wait!"

Like hell you will. You speed up, flying over the dirty ground beneath you. Behind you, you can hear the man run quickly as a tiger. You feel for the gun in your pocket, happy that it’s still there. Soon, you feel how the doctor grabs a hold of you and suddenly, the ground disappears from under your feet. For a second, you fall, only to be hit by the harsh ground.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Y/N”, Dr Kry says and helps you up on your feet. “But I didn’t know how else to stop you.”

He brushes off your clothes with his hands before cupping your cheeks that have started bleeding. You’re too tired, too scared to move. Teary eyes glare at him as he caresses your cheeks with his hands.

“My sweetheart”, he whispers and hugs you tightly. “My poor, little Y/N, I’m so sorry it took me so long to find you again. I’ve been feeling so awful about how our last encounter ended. I don’t blame you, you don’t have to be worried that I’m angry. I’m not, I promise! I know Silas scared you and that you wanted to get as far away from him as possible … and that meant getting away from me too. I understand.”

“No!” you shout and push yourself out of his chest. “You don’t understand a single, fucking thing!”

He hisses and brings you back, suffocating you into his sand colored jacket.

“Let me go!” you shout and try reaching for the gun.

Something sharp hits you in your waist and you freeze.

“Y/N”, Dr Kry whispers in your ear. “Don’t make me hurt you, okay? I really don’t want to.”

“If you care about me so much, why would you hurt me? You sick freak.”

“If you don’t understand what’s best for you, then I have to take drastic measures to take you back where you’re safe. You have to understand that, sweetpea.”

“Drop the knife.”

You freeze at the new voice. It can’t be. Before you have time to register the voice, Dr Kry has pushed you behind him. You can glance at Silas standing a few meters away dressed in his black coat, but you hide behind the doctor to shield yourself.

“How did you know we were here?” Dr Kry asks coldly.

“I have my ways”, Silas answers just as chilly. “Now, give me what’s mine and you won’t die here today. I might even let you go. Might.”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Silas? You were no match for me last time.”

“Oh, come on, doc … you shouldn’t annoy me. You had luck before. But we’re no longer in your hospital, you have nothing to use here. I’m at an advantage.”

“At least I have Y/N, am I right?”

Silas grits his teeth. “Not for long. What have you done to their cheek?”

"They fell."

Silas tilts his head to look at you. "Clumsy baby. I guess I have to tie you to the bed once we come home, to make sure that you don't hurt yourself running anymore."

"You mean chaining me to the wall in the fucking basement!" you shout, unable to control your anger any longer.

"Details", Silas scoffs and rolls his eyes. "What's important is that you're coming back with me."

"They're not going home with you!" Dr Kry says sternly. "After what happened to them last time they were in your care, I'll never allow it! They have to come back to the hospital with me. I take good care of them."

"Like Hell they do! They belong to me!"

You decide to take this opportunity to flee. They’re too busy arguing that they don’t notice how you back away from Dr Kry and make a run for it into the woods. Only when you’ve come ten meters away, do they notice the running shadow.

“Y/N, come back!” Dr Kry gasps before glaring at Silas. “Now look at what you’ve done!”

He’s about to run after you when Silas's voice is heard again. He's gotten an insane idea that he's not sure of himself.

"Hey, doc."

"What?" Dr Kry scoffs, turning his head to the criminal who's standing calmly with his hands in his pockets.

"How about we team up?"

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becsabillion4 · 3 months

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take it out on me (carmen berzatto x reader)

so this is my first time posting a fic of mine on tumblr since i was 14 and i'm slightly terrified by the formatting but i posted this on ao3 yesterday and someone told me to post here too (<3) so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoy the thought of getting pounded by carmy in the walk-in

pairing : carmen berzatto x f!reader

summary : Carmy is having a terrible service, and you're sure some time in the walk-in will help him cool off (although it gets hotter in there than you might think).

word count : 4,410

tags: SMUT, rough sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, ending with soft carmy which makes it all okay, 18+ only

note: this is explicit 18+ only and also this is NOT an advert for safe sex, it is merely a fantasy i have been playing with since my own days as a waitress and carmy has helped me to realise it. also i'm obsessed and i know y'all degenerates won't send help so instead i ask that you send me asks so i can write more about this wonderful man

Disorienting. Overwhelming. Stressful, painful, unrelenting. Burning your hand hard enough for it to stick to the pan, hard enough that you know on the way to the sink it’s too late, that you’ll bear the scar of that mistake for the rest of your life. Knives slicing always so close to your skin, living on the point of pain, focus trained so hard on the blade you can’t even blink. Shouting, screaming, the place could be on fire, and you wouldn’t look up from the art you’re creating. Flames licking at your apron. Beautiful.

Kitchens are the prison and the heart of a chef, and the one at The Bear is currently the pride and the bane of your life. Plating up your one billionth focaccia of the evening as Marcus rushes by holding a tray of cannolis aloft, you try to tune out Sydney shouting instructions to the new servers, trying to drill something, anything, into their panicked, under-developed skulls.

But none of this worries you. What worries you is the ominous, creeping silence from the station to your right, where you know Carmy is cooking up not only the best food you’ve ever tasted, but an internal storm that is going to be unleashed any, second, now-

“Chefs! Where the fuck is my garnish? Tina, are you dead? ‘Cos you need to wake the fuck back up.”

Tina is already by Carmy’s side with the garnish, but the damage is done. She doesn’t bristle at his words, but shoots you a worried look as she slides by, murmuring, “Sorry, Chefs. Behind.”

Since you started working at The Bear six months back, you’ve witnessed a rare few Carmy outbursts, and you know everyone feels the same way when they happen. It’s like the moment you miss a step on familiar stairs, stomach lurching and fear sweeping through your body. Carmy is this kitchen, and his boiling point is the moment things tend to spin out of control.

And yet, Tina’s reaction is everyone’s; disappointment in herself, instant forgiveness because she knows Carmy is doing everything he can for this team. Last week, after you and Sydney spent the evening getting wasted on her couch, she’d confessed to you how hard Carmy took his notorious opening night failure, and how he’s been struggling to make up for it since then. And it’s been working; his kindness, patience, and passion for elevating those around him have always outshone the occasional harsh word during service.

But this service is just bad. It’s been bad since 5AM, when you got here to take in the delivery and found out that the grapes needed for the welcome broth had somehow been left off of the order. It’s been bad since Marcus ruined three batches of cannolis in a row, and when Sydney tried to touch his shoulder and ask him what was going on, he stormed out. Since Sydney snapped at Richie for singing Taylor Swift badly during family. The hundred little underlying frissons of tension that normally dissipate as soon as service rolls around have congealed today, like oil in balsamic vinegar, rubbing together but refusing to meld into the team you know everyone can be.

And you know Carmy can feel it. His anger is a physical thing beside you, like standing next to a hot pan with too much oil in it and just waiting for it to start spitting at you. Knowing you have to keep stirring it anyway.

“Four top, two steak, one bucatini, one fish,” Sydney rattles off, and everyone responds “Yes, Chef!” a little too loud.

“Can I get some hands for this focaccia,” you shout through the din, pushing the two boards forward, but nobody responds. “Hands, please, get these off my station before I eat ‘em!” you call, trying to bring some levity to the atmosphere before-

“Hands, fuckin’ hands, Chefs, FUCK!” Carmy explodes, appearing by your side so suddenly you almost jump. His hands hover over the foccacia boards like he wants to adjust something on them, fix something, but you know as well as he does that they’re perfect already.

And of course, this just makes things worse.

Carmy properly looks up for the first time, straightening out of the “chef about to have an aneurysm over plating this fish” posture and into his “everyone here is about to get fucked” pose. “These are good to go, why are we not? Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. Go fuck yourselves-” one of the new waitresses approaches with trembling hands and Carmy pushes the boards at her, disgusted, almost taking them over the edge of the pass, “-all of you, what is the point of any of us being here if nothing is leaving the fucking kitchen!”

“Carm, it’s okay, they’re going out,” you can’t help cutting in, but you should know better than to try to soothe a wild animal. Carmy doesn’t say anything, turns back to plating up his fish, but his beautiful artist’s hands, which you often find yourself trying to draw in the margins of inventory checks, are shaking now. You’ve never seen him this bad. The whole kitchen waits on a knife edge. You glance up, watching the waitress leave with your focaccia, and have a brief but fervent desire to be her as the doors swing her out of this hellhole.

The fish is beautiful as Carmy puts the finishing touches to it. A server steps up to take it as other dishes for the same table coalesce at the front of stations, all elegant, all perfect, all more than worthy of the restaurant’s Michelin star.

Carmy is completely still. Staring. And you know it’s too late.

Plunging his fist down, he crushes the fish into sea-scented pulp. The shells of oysters, hand-selected, crack into broken-mirror shards; the sauce is peppered with shoddy scraps of lobster tail.

It’s still not enough for Carmy, as he picks up the plate and sends it spinning into the back wall, narrowly missing Sweeps’ head. “ Shit, ” Carmy mutters, turning back to his station and searching for more things to destroy. You watch him contemplate the knives, and you can’t stay out of it any longer.

“Carmy. Chef. Carmy,” you say as you reach out to grab his muscled arm, pulling him round to face you. You can feel the tension corded deep under his skin, see the sheen of sweat coating his tattoos. Normally, any skin contact with him sends your brain into overdrive, but you can’t afford to be anything but calm right now.

His eyes are wild, but you watch him steadily, and he watches you straight back. You’re not sure why, but the moment reminds you of how you felt on those rare occasions he invited you and Syd over to brainstorm new recipes in his cramped kitchen. Especially that time Sydney couldn’t make it, and you were midway through describing your idea for a yuzu-infused scallops course to him - “with maybe, like, a garnish of broccoli just absolutely smothered in hollandaise” - when he reached forward, tucked a scrap of hair behind your ear, and the very idea of food whisked straight out of your head - but you still felt hungry. And whilst he’d tried out your broccoli idea over and over again that night, you found yourself blushing every time he passed you a spoon to taste it.

You never could get that dish right. Every time you thought about it, you couldn’t separate the flavours from the curious look in his eyes, the way he drank in your ideas, absorbed them before he responded, how his eyes tracked every thought that crossed your face.

Now here you are again, staring at that measured, thoughtful man turned savage, and you wonder if you have the guts to do what you’ve been thinking about doing for a while.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you murmur beneath the clatter of plates behind you, just for him. You don’t look away even when you hear something shatter. You move your hand from his arm, up over his shoulder, push your palm into the curve of his neck and hold it there.

Then you wait, feel his shoulders jumping up and down with his rapid breathing. Wait until he leans into it a little, chasing your solidity, and it’s all the response you need.

“Come with me.” It’s not a question, but he nods anyway.

“Sydney, you got this?” You ask, never taking your eyes from Carmy’s face, worried that if you do, you’ll lose whatever grip you have on him right now.

“Yes, Chef,” she replies, and you feel her edge round the side of Carmy to put another fish on rapid fire. He catches her eye as she passes, and brings his hand up to his chest, rubbing it once in what has become the team’s official way to apologise during service. She responds in kind, and he lets you drag him off the station, past the others shooting him worried looks, straight into the walk-in.

You shut the door carefully, recalling the stories of Carmy’s previous imprisonment. It’s still securely closed, giving you both some calm and privacy to cool off.

Except cooling off is not really what you have in mind.

You turn to see Carmy slumped in the corner, curled in on himself and running his hands through his already-chaotic hair. He stands again suddenly, bracing his hands on the wall behind him as if to remind himself they exist.

“Carmy.”

“Yeah, shit. Sorry, I just need a second. It’s just, I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was thinking about doing something with ceviche, but I couldn’t figure out what fish would work best, and then that sorta spiralled into a panic attack which kept me up whisking eggs for something until three, and then-” You watch his eyes darting over the shelves around him as he talks, and you realise he’s taking stock of what’s there. Even during a full-blown meltdown, he cannot stop working, stop thinking. He starts pacing.

“Carmy,” you say again as you try to catch his eye. He’s staring at some spare T-bones like they’ll explain to him whatever dish he was whisking eggs for last night. Fuck it. You grab his chin, tilt it until he has to look at you.

“D’you know the best way to calm down?”

“Lock yourself in the walk-in for three hours?” He’s trying to relieve some tension, but you have other ideas on how to handle that.

“Sex, Carmy.”

There. You’re terrified that you finally acknowledged it, finally confessed to what you’ve been thinking about for months, but thank God it’s out in the open. You’ve been blushing at his compliments on your food for far too long, ignoring how good he looks in a white tee for even longer. And today has been such a shitshow it can’t possibly get any worse by admitting to this too.

You wait for Carmy to shut it down, laugh it off, maybe even fire you, but he just looks shellshocked. Then again, that is his default look.

“I, um…” He rubs a hand over his forehead, glances up at you almost shyly. “I mean, um. What?”

“Listen, you’re fucking up service. You’re distracted, tired, stressed beyond belief. I want to help you, and I won’t pretend it’s just out of the goodness of my own heart. I’ve been interested in you for a while, Carmy. You can take that or leave it or kick me out of this walk-in if you want, but I’m here. I want to help you work through things, through all this anger. And…I want you to know you can take it out on me. And maybe even feel better at the same time.”

Carmy is flushed, and you’re all out of words. You kind of wish he was still looking at the T-bones.

“We, uh, we can’t.” Carmy leans back on a freezer for support, crossing his arms in a pose you normally associate with him working something out in his head, deciding what a dish is missing or what it needs to take it up a notch. “I mean, not now. Not here, at least. And I don’t know, we work together. I’m your boss. It’s not a good idea.” He reaches a hand round to his back, starts massaging the strain away there. It’s an especially effective position as he doesn’t have to look at you as he does it, as he says, “Sorry.”

You shrug a little, smile. Try to pretend it doesn’t hurt. Keep it professional, or as professional as you can get in a kitchen. “Hey, it was worth a shot. Get some sleep, Chef.”

You turn to go, hoping that stirring and slicing and plating up will shake off the embarrassment currently burning through to your bones.

But you don’t live to regret the offer as Carmy grabs your arm, spins you and shoves you hard enough into the walk-in door that it rattles on its hinges.

“Hey, everything okay in there Chefs?” you hear Marcus call, and it’s a reality check you absolutely don’t want right now. Carmy doesn’t even seem to have heard him, trailing kisses down your neck, collarbone, shoulder as your body arches into the feeling. You’ve had one too many fantasies about this walk-in since you started, but the actual feeling doesn’t begin to touch the dream.

“Yeah, all good Chef!” You manage to reply, but you barely get the ‘Chef’ out before Carmy’s lips slide over yours, pushing, demanding entry as his body keeps you pressed up against the door. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place, is all you have time to think between kisses.

There is no room or time for playing around. Carmy needs this, and you intend to provide, but you’re damn sure getting everything you can out of it just in case it never happens again. One of your hands curls deep into his hair, pulling his head back as your teeth click together in the ferocity of the kiss. You swear you can taste blood, but neither one of you pulls back, the saltiness only urging you on. Your other hand is busy loosening his belt, and you tug it hard to pull the silver prong free of the leather, hard enough that his hips jerk forward into yours and you moan, long and low.

Gravity suddenly spins on its axis as Carmy lifts you, turns and drops you down onto the freezer Fak installed last week. And for once in your life, thank you, Fak. The movement seems to shake Carmy out of it for a second, and he pulls back, hesitates. A hand curves around your cheek, and you can feel an apology coming, see the reticence forming in his eyes. And honestly, fuck that.

You hook fingers through his belt loops, dragging him closer and then using them to tug his trousers down. You’re not gentle as you reach into his underwear, wrap a hand around his cock, and you can tell that’s what he needs as he hisses, his head drifting back.

Removing his hand from your cheek, you guide it slowly down to your neck. His head snaps up, and there’s a darkness, a need, that wasn’t there before as you move your hand slowly, torturously, down his length.

“Hey,” you whisper, reluctant to interrupt the low grunts spilling from him with each of your movements. “I’m not going to break.”

You squeeze his fingers around your throat a little tighter, and it’s this that has him surging forward, messy mouths pressing together again and everything condensing into a rippling, burning, rightness as the fingers of his other hand shove themselves between your legs.

He lingers there for a moment, breaths short and sharp in your ear as he breaks free from your kiss and whispers, “If we had more time, I would clean up the mess you’re making all over my freezer, Chef.”

“My apologies, Chef,” you pant, the sweetness of the apology marred slightly by your fingers tugging hard through his curls. Then you’re pushing up his white shirt at the back, reveling in the heat of him, the muscles straining under your touch. “What’s my punishment?”

Carmy hesitates, then withdraws his fingers from you slowly, and it feels like the calm before the storm. One hand is still pressed loosely around your neck as he brings the other up to your face, runs the edge of his still-wet fingers over your lips. Asking or demanding, you don’t know, but you’re happy to comply. His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the blue behind them, and when you slide your mouth over his fingers, taste yourself on him, he closes them in momentary bliss. And it’s so beautiful to see that you can’t resist pulling him in to share.

A Michelin-star chef with one of the most sophisticated palates on the planet. A renowned food critic once wrote of him, “In my next life, I’d like to be just one of the taste buds in Carmen Berzatto’s mouth.” And here he is, savouring you, tongue searching out every corner of your mouth as if he wants to figure out each and every component of your taste. Add the recipe of you to his menu, and make it every night.

You’re both done waiting, and the clock is ticking. You can faintly hear Sydney calling orders through the wall, although she sounds steadier now. You don’t know whether anyone out there knows what you’re doing, but a rampaging elephant couldn’t stop Sydney when she’s on a roll.

Carmy pulls you closer to the freezer’s edge, jeans and underwear falling to his ankles and suddenly he is right there, and-

“Oh, fuck,” is all you can say as he pushes forward in one swift, animal movement. And oh, pain flickers down your spine as he slides almost free of you and thrusts back, relentless, and this is exactly what you signed up for.

“ Fuck ,” he echoes, hand sliding down your neck to settle over your racing heart. “Fuck, you…I don’t know how you do this to me,” he pants, and you try to keep your moaning down so you can hear as words spill from him, “When you come in with your hair down before a shift, when you - ah - when you borrow my knife and I see you using it all service, when you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. Shit. You drive me crazy on purpose, and you wanna know what the worst part is?”

You can’t breathe, let alone answer him.

“The worst part is I eat that shit up every time, ” he snarls, punctuating every word with a short, sharp thrust.

This is the animal you saw tonight, spitting curses, destroying his own food, all sharp edges and uncompromising will. Grunting as he bottoms out inside you, fingers clenched around your upper thigh hard enough to bruise, littering bites over your neck as if your colleagues aren’t an unlocked door away.

But the animal isn’t the end of Carmen Berzatto. There is more to him than the bear, and you intend to remind him of that before you’re through.

“Look around you,” you pant as he thrusts again, harder, sweeter, and you have to get this out before you tip over the edge. So you risk bringing the hand you were using to support yourself forward to turn his chin towards the walk-in’s walls, to beyond them, to the restaurant hard at work and the satisfied diners metres away who have no idea what’s going on in here, and fuck if that doesn’t make it all the more delicious. “Look what you made. Look who you are.” You watch his flushed face, hope he understands the praise, but you can’t hold on anymore to see your words land.

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable, Carmy,” is all you manage to choke out as every muscle in your body lights up, tenses and releases in a flood so strong you wonder if you’ll ever surface, and if you even want to.

Carmy fucks forward into you twice more, and his head drops onto your shoulder as he groans, shudders, relaxes fully for what may be the first time in his life.

You stroke a hand over his head, pull him closer. You’re not quite sure when this stopped being a no-holds-barred quickie and became a quiet, intense embrace, but it feels right. All the desperation, the keyed-up energy, is gone from him. And if he never wants anything more than that, even though the idea is more than a little disappointing, you can take consolation from the fact that you at least managed to stop a raging Carmy in his tracks.

Although it is a little quiet.

“Carmy?” You ask, hesitant to break the silence. Thankfully, it still sounds like it’s all bustle outside. You wonder how long you’ve been in here, and try not to think about how you’re going to emerge with any shred of dignity intact.

Carmy pulls back, and you can’t define the look on his face, but it worries you. His eyes shine slightly, and his gaze skips across your face, down your body, not holding your stare.

“Are you okay?” You ask, praying this isn’t about to get really awkward really quick. The man’s still inside you, for Christ’s sake.

“Yeah. I, um, I should be asking you that.” Carmy’s hands skim down your sides, fingers pressing in randomly as if to check for bruises. He tilts his head to look under your chin, as if to check he hasn’t caused any permanent damage to your neck. “Jesus. Are you alright? I’m sorry, that was rough.”

“I’m totally fine.” You don’t know what to do to reassure him, so opt for two big thumbs up. “See? Voice working and everything.”

Carmy chuckles unevenly, takes a careful step back, and you try not to consider how empty you feel and how cold and slippery the freezer now is underneath you. You hop off, catching yourself on the side when you realise just how shaky your legs are. When you glance up at Carmy, he’s just staring at you, which is, frankly, unnerving.

“Do I look that bad?” you ask, pulling your hair out of what’s left of a ponytail to start again.

“No. No, I’m just…I’m just taking you in.” The raw honesty in his eyes pins you in place for a moment. But of course, Richie shouts “ Cousin!” before you can read into it too much.

There is a moment of panicked dressing and clean-up, a nod to each other to confirm you both look relatively sane and not totally fucked (even though you doubt it), and then a collective deep breath as you push open the door of the walk-in.

You don’t catch anyone’s eye for a second as you head to your station, Carmy’s presence like an open flame behind you.

“Corner. Corner. Behind, sorry Chefs,” you call as you slide back into place. Two quick glances calm you; one at the clock - seventeen minutes - and one at Sydney, who doesn’t look like she’s about to throw up and only has three tickets in front of her. You spare a final one for Fak in his position by the door, who you are positive would be grinning gleefully if he, or anyone else in the kitchen, knew what just went down in the walk-in.

“What do you need, Syd?” you ask, picking up the familiar back-and-forth of the kitchen again with some relief.

Carmy is quiet, focused, for the last half hour of service, but you can’t keep your mind clear. As soon as last orders are sent out, you slink to the back for a cigarette, hoping the smoke will at least wipe out your brain fog. It does the exact opposite. When you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. You exhale, waving the smoke away as the words churn through your brain. I eat that shit up every time.

“Hey,” you hear, and you’re almost thankful to speak to the real him just to distract yourself from thinking about earlier.

“Hey.” You offer him a smoke, and he takes it, sinking onto the step next to you. The brush of his leg against yours is a lot more comforting than you expect it to be, relaxing a secretly worried part of you.

He takes a long drag, the kind of drag you only take when it’s been a shitshow of a day. “I just want to say I’m-”

“Sorry? It’s okay. It doesn’t have to happen again,” you finish for him. It hurts less that way.

“What? No.” He looks at you until you reluctantly meet his gaze. “Not for that. I’m not sorry about that.” He lets that hang there for a second, holds your eye. “But I’m sorry for losing my shit earlier. Nobody deserves to be around that, and…I want you to know I’m working on it. I wanna be…I wanna be good at this.” It’s a stilted apology as he thinks through every line, and it feels all the more sincere for it.

“That’s okay. I know. We all know.” You reach a hand out to touch his arm, and after a second, he lowers his head to rest on his knee, although his face is still turned towards you. You see his eyes flicker from your hand on his arm to your face.

“Although that wasn’t exactly how I expected that to go by the way,” he says after a moment.

You don’t try to pretend you don’t know what he’s referring to. “What, in the walk-in?”

“Oh, no, I’ve thought about it in the walk-in.” You ignore a pulse of feeling at his casual confession, at the idea that he’s thought about you. “I just didn’t imagine it so…heated, I guess.” Carmy raises his head again, traces a finger along your hand where it rests on his arm until you shiver. ��Not that I didn’t enjoy it.”

You hesitate for a second before replying. Before extending the branch. “Well, I’m sure there’ll be other times, Chef.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, and it’s your turn to watch his thoughts flickering there, watch as the fog clears, the idea forms, and he says, “Yeah. Next time.”

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Content warning: MENTION OF MURDERS, smut, slight angst, knives, breaking and entering, unprotected sex, blood, spit, double penetration, fingering, cum play, degradation (slut, whore, etc), choking, spanking, oral (m&f receiving), SLIGHT DUBIOUS CONSENT BUT CONSENT IS ASKED, lmk if i missed anything else.

afab reader x jeonghan x joshua

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

NOT EDITED

a/n: This is my first fic so please lmk if you enjoy it :)

“Jeonghan stop lying”

“I’m not lying y/n I really saw the killer eating a apple in dino’s kitchen”

“OUT OF EVERYONE WHY WAS HE SUDDENLY IN MY KITCHEN? Jeonghan stop trying to scare y/n”

“Are you sure you're not the one that's scared Dino? Worried the sick little killer will creep up on you flexing in the mirror” Joshua exclaims with a smirk, making the group burst into laughter. Dino rolls his eyes with a pout on his face knowing it makes no sense to defend himself.

“How did you even see him in dino’s kitchen? Without dino knowing you were in his house to begin with? And why did you not say anything until now? Mingyu asked. Mingyu has been sick of jeonghan’s shit for ages now and him joking about this ghost face killer terrorizing your town seems insensitive. Across the past two months a ghost faced killer has been breaking into people’s houses with no rhyme or reason. The police are stumped and the only advice they can give to the citizens is to lock your doors and stay safe. Mingyu thinks that's shit because if he was trying to murder someone the last thing that would stop him are some flimsy locks, he’s picked enough locks in his lifetime to know.

“Ok how about we just stop talking about this? I don’t want Seokmin to start crying before the night ends” Jeonghan said with a sigh. You looked at him in confusion, jeonghan is never one to drop a conversation, especially when he can poke fun at someone. You figured he must've realized everyone was freaked out and continued your conversation with Cheol, missing the glare Joshua sent Jeonghan's way.

“Y/n make sure you stay safe ok? I know when you have your headphones on the whole world disappears, but promise me you’ll be aware of your surroundings, ok?”

“Yes cheol” you say with an eye roll. Cheol is always treating you like a child but you know he has only good intentions.

“Here, take this. You should start eating better. All those chipotle bowls aren’t doing you or your bank account any justice” Cheol hands you a bright red apple he seemed to suddenly pull from thin air. You look at him in confusion “Since when do you eat apples?” “I’ve had a change of heart after visiting the farmers market a few days ago, you can't beat those prices. I got a whole container of cherries for $4!!” He says with wide eyes, you stare at him with a blank face hoping he won't continue this conversation for any longer than necessary.

He takes the hint and announces to the group “Let's end the night here, Josh can you give y/n a ride?”

“Of course, I would hate for our dear y/n to encounter this scary killer” joshua says

“For the love of god drop this gentleman act Joshua no one buys it” you say with an eye roll.

With that everyone says their goodbyes and begins to head home. When you leave the restaurant Joshua is leaning against his car. You take a moment to appreciate him. As much as he gets on your nerves, he is admittedly one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. His dark hair falls perfectly across his forehead and his skin is so clear you feel nothing but raging jealousy towards him. Oh what you would give for eyelashes like his. Stupid men and their stupid eyelashes and stupid slutty waist and stupid pretty faces and-

“Y/n? Can you continue to stare in the car? We should get going”

You're not even embarrassed to be caught, you’ve been friends for so long he already knows you’re attracted to him. You’ve always been especially close with Joshua and Jeonghan, something about them settles your spirit in a way the other boys can't. The group likes to call them evil twins, they look very similar and work a little too well together… You really hope you will remain friends forever, maybe even more than friends but you try not to feed into your delusions.

As expected Joshua opens your door for you “Can’t have a pretty girl like you do any work. I’ll take care of you all night, don't worry that pretty head” he says in a low voice leaning his hand on the door.

“Just get in the car joshua”

As he drives you look around your neighborhood and see the police cars on every street and people with their windows boarded up.

“Joshua, are you not a little worried?”

“About what”

“Joshua be fo real, you know what I’m talking about”

He sighs and looks over at you when he stops at a red light.

“Y/n I don't know, I think people are being dramatic. Why would someone randomly kill people with no motive? Obviously the police are missing something. No ones coming after you I promise.”

“What about you”

He smirks at you, “Don’t worry about me pretty girl”

You give him an incredulous look. How could he be so calm?

He seems to pick up on your shift in energy, “If anything I’ll sacrifice mingyu so I can escape. I'm sure he cant fight off the killer”

This makes you chuckle. You look out the window and hope you and all your friends are safe.

As you tuck yourself into bed you get a text from Wonwoo:

GaM3 B01: R u home?

Y/N: yea

GaM3 B01: Make sure u lock ur door. Goodnight y/n

Y/N: gn

This is weird. Wonwoo rarely texts you. Why is he suddenly worried if you locked your doors? You triple check your locks and get back in bed.

Sleep can’t come to you. You put on your headphones and decide to listen to some white noise. As you settle back into bed you thank yourself for investing in these noise canceling headphones. Vernon insisted these were the best and he wasn't lying. A few minutes later you begin to drift, missing the rattle of your door knob and the small clicking noises as your lock is picked. You miss the creek of your bedroom door open and you miss the light chuckle of the intruder watching you sleep.

The next morning you wake up feeling a cool breeze. You sit up and see your bedroom door is wide open. You don’t remember leaving your door open, maybe in your sleepy haze you forgot to close it.

It’s a saturday so you get the day to recover from your hangover. You should've listened to Mingyu and stopped after your third shot but Dino always manages to get you to play drinking games with him. Last night Jeonghna had to get down on his knees and beg Dino to get in a taxi. It was not a cute sight.

You turn on the news to see there was yet another murder last night. It was a few blocks from your apartment. It seemed to happen only a few hours after Joshua dropped you off last night. You call him to make sure he got home safe.

“Hello” he says with that raspy morning voice. You can’t even lie it went straight to your core. Curse him and his voice.

“Shua did you see there was another murder only a few blocks from me?”

“Oh?”

“Did you see anything last night?”

“Nah I didn’t”

“Well where did you go after you dropped me off?”

“I went to jeonghan's place”

“Why did you not go straight home? Shua you may think you're safe but we don’t know who the killer is targeting. If something happens to you I won’t recover.” you say with a sigh.

“And what if I did know who the killer was targeting?”

“What?”

“I said, what if i knew who the killer was targeting”

“I heard you the first time, idiot. How would you know?” you said in confusion.

“Y/N Do you think I’m the killer?”

“Why would you even say that? Shua, this isn’t a joking matter! I’m genuinely scared and youre making stupid fucking jokes.”

“Did I spook you y/n?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fuck off joshua” and with that you hang up. He’s so annoying when he acts like this.

You decide to do some research into the murders. Joshua told you last night there must be some connection to all the victims. Hours go by as you compile more and more evidence and you realize all the victims are people around your age, and spouses of people you went to highschool with.

“What the fuck” you say to yourself. The killer clearly must be someone you know. Someone you went to highschool with. This can't be one giant coincidence.

As you connect more pieces you realize you're too scared to stay here alone. Every noise is making you jump and you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you. You figure you should share this info with someone before you go to the police station and make a fool out of yourself. You're still pissed at Joshua so you call the next best person, Jeonghan.

As you explain yourself to him, he’s oddly quiet.

“Y/n, why don’t I stay with you tonight and we can head to the police station tomorrow?”

You agree and he says he’ll be there in 15. From the moment he arrives you feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. It's around midnight when he realizes he left his talisman at home. He claims there are these lesbian ghosts haunting him and if he doesn’t have his talisman at all times they’ll try to kill him. You find him ridiculous but he assures you he’ll be back soon and if anything happens to call him. It’s been 20 minutes and he’s still not back. You mindlessly scroll through netflix deciding if its in your best interest to rewatch the entire hunger games series. As you are about to embark on your journey you get a phone call from an unknown number. You answer:

“Hello?”

“Hi my love” a distorted deep voice says.

“Who is this?”

“My love, do you like scary movies?”

“Fuck off and don’t call me again”

You hang up. Talk about a mood killer. You take this as a sign to get ready for bed instead.

As you're washing your face you hear your door knob rattle. Your heart stops as you struggle to breathe. If it was jeonghan he would have texted you to buzz him in downstairs. There’s no way this is jeonghan. You turn off your bathroom light and lay down in your bathtub. Your breathing picks up as you plead with yourself to not have a panic attack. You hear your front door open and heavy footsteps fill your apartment. You call jeonghan but he’s not answering. Of course this is the one time he’s not on his phone. You call the second person on your recents. Joshua. You know if you attempted to call 911 you would fuck uo with how much your fringers are shaking. You suddenly hear ringing flow through your apartment. Tears well in your eyes. Why is Joshua in your apartment? Why did he just break into your apartment? Your breathing picks up even more as tears freely flow. You hear him pick up.

“Y/n, I know you're in here”

You hang up and shut your eyes. You pray this is all a joke he and jeonghan are trying to pull on you.

“You know y/n, you really are too curious for your own good. I always tell you to not worry that pretty head of yours on things like this”

You can hear him getting closer and you feel like your heart is about to bat out of your chest.

“I never would want to hurt you, pretty girl. I just need to make sure you keep your mouth shut.”

What? How would he know about what you found unless jeonghan told him? And when would he have done that?

You hear your front door open again. Maybe he left you think.

“Y/n?” you hear jeonghan call out.

Oh god why did he have to come now? Joshua’s probably going to kill him. You decide if he’s gonna kill you, you might as well make it as hard as possible because there's no way in hell you're taking Joshua Hong on in a fight. You make your way out of your bathroom trying to look brave but the tears still flowing through your eyes betray you.

You make it your living room and everything is dark. There’s no sign of jeonghan or joshua. Maybe they left? You feel arms wrap around you from behind and feel someone breathing in your ear. The intruder covers your mouth as soon as you open it to scream.

“Shhh pretty girl don’t make me do something I'll regret” you hear Joshua's smooth voice whisper in your ear. Here comes the tears again.

“Joshua go easy on her look how scared she is” you hear jeonghan say from somewhere behind you. You're so confused right now and the snot in your nose is running into Joshua's hand and you can guarantee he’s about to start complaining.

“My pretty girl, why couldn't you just trust me when I said you're safe?” he sighs.

“Now you're in real danger, my love” Jeonghan says suddenly in front of you.

You gasp. My love? Was he the one who called you on the phone? You start whining and thrashing which only makes Joshua tighten his hold on you.

“My love, can't you see what we're doing? You almost figured it out, use that pretty little head and put the rest of the pieces together.” Jeonghan says.

You're in no state to actually use your brain which Joshua picks up on. “Why don’t you just tell her han, I think we’ve played with her enough for now”

“But I'm only getting started,” Jeonghan says with a pout.

Joshua sighs, “Y/N were only avenging you. Do you not remember? All those people in highschool who made fun of you for no reason? They couldn't see your beauty the way we could? Having to watch you suffer all those years and beg us not to intervene killed us. Now it's our turn to watch them have to look on as their one true love suffers”

You're stunned. Jeonghan moves to turn on your lights and that pretty face you're so familiar with returns, but suddenly not as beautiful. There’s something different about his eyes when he looks at you. He’s looking at you like you're his most prized possession but also like you're his prey. You shiver in Joshua's hold. The latter pulls out a knife and begins to draw shapes on your skin. You curse your fucked up brain for the warmth begining to spread to your core. Joshua has you pressed so firmly against him you can feel all his muscles, you can also feel his throbbing cock against against your ass. Is this turning him on? What the fuck is happening?

Jeonghan speaks again, “My, love we did this for you. I planned everything so well, even the police couldn't track us. And Joshua carried out my plans perfectly. You know we work very well together” The smirk on his face was both pissing you off and turning you on. God, what is happening to you?

The deepest, most carnal part of you is sickly impressed by this. They have such devotion for you that they're willing to risk their lives and kill for you? To be completely honest you forgot about those bullies after highschool, but they clearly didn't. What else would they do for you if you asked?

You don’t even realize you're pressing your legs together until Joshua speaks up.

“My pretty girl, are you enjoying this?” he removes his hand from your mouth and you immediately deny his claim.

“So why are you pressing those slutty legs together when you know you just want to open them for us?” Jeonghan asks with a smirk.

You remain silent as Joshua moves the knife to your shorts. He whispers

“So if i touch in between your legs you won’t be wet?”

“No” you say, lying to yourself and him.

Jeonghan grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. “My love, if you lie to us we are going to have to punish you.”

You stay silent and look away. Joshua slides the knife in between your legs and presses against your panties. When he pulls it back there's a slick sheen on the metal giving you away. Joshua tisk and sighs. “What are we going to do with you?”

Joshua finally lets you go and pushes you into jeonghan, who begins to lead you to your bedroom. You try to resist but Joshua is right behind, he smacks your ass hard which immediately makes you stop. You can’t see his smirk and you walk into your room.

Jeonghan pushes you onto your bed and he and Joshua tower over you. They share a look and pounce. Jeonghan manhandles you so you're sitting leaning your back on him while he’s leaning on your headboard. He pulls your arms behind your back and spreads your legs open with his own. Joshua slides in between your legs and looks down at you. He drags his nose down your neck and breathes in your scent. You gulp.

“My pretty girl, you don’t know how long I've wanted to do this.”

He puts his hands on your thighs and looks into your eyes.

“Are you ok with this?”

You don't hesitate to say yes. He immediately dives in and kisses you. His lips are as soft as you always imagined. His scent overwhelms you in the best way possible. You feel his tongue swipe against your bottom lip and you bite it. You won’t make this easy for him. He silently laughs to himself as jeonghan’s hand flies to your neck and presses hard. You begin to feel that delicious pressure go to your head. Jeonghan tilts your head up with his grip on your neck and Joshua looks you dead in the eye.

“Behave.” is all he says before he pulls out his knife.

“I’m not scared to use this” he says as he glides it against your exposed thighs. To prove his point he presses the blade into your skin, the crimson blood flowing. He looks you in the eye as he takes a long lick. He quickly pulls up and kisses you. You can taste the metallic twinge on his tongue but it doesn’t deter you. You kiss him back fiercely until he pulls back for a breath.

“Open your mouth” jeonghan says from behind you, tightening his grip on your throat. You obey. Joshua spits into your mouth and you swallow opening your mouth to show him.

“My pretty, perfect girl,” he says, flashing that beautiful smile.

He uses his blade to cut your shorts and top off leaving you in just your panties. He smirks at the damp spot on your panties. He gives you a questioning look and you nod your head letting him know you're ok. Jeonghan rubs your hip with his free hand and Joshua cuts off your panties. He immediately runs two fingers through your folds and pulls his hand back to show jeonghan how wet you are. They both groan at the same time, jeonghans coming out as more of a whimper.

“Josh, don't forget we still need to punish her” Jeonghan calls out from behind you. You can feel his hard dick throbbing behind you. You groan.

“Put two fingers into her for me” jeonghan says and he plants his thumb on your clit while Joshua eases his ring and middle finger into you. You let out a gasp as Joshua immediately starts thrusting into you searching for your g-spot. Jeonghan lets go of your neck and turns your face to kiss you. His lips are somehow even softer than Joshua’s and you attempt to free your arms so you can touch him. He breaks from the kiss and tightens his hold.

“My love, how's this for your punishment? If you make any noises or move we won’t let you cum”

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape. Joshua chuckles at this and increases his speed while jeonghan presses harder on your clit making it harder for you to control yourself. You resist the urge to buck your hips but when Joshua presses into that spongy spot inside you, you let out a pornagraphic moan that has the both of them stopping their movements.

“My pretty girl, are you too stupid to follow simple instructions? Or are you just a pain slut who doesn't want to cum tonight?” Joshua says and he removes his fingers from you.

You begin to sputter an apology but Jeonghan is having none of it. He slaps your clit to silence you.

“What will it take to shut you up? Do we have to fuck you dumb for you to learn how to close that slutty mouth?” jeonghan says as he pushes you off of him and climbs out from behind you. As if on the same brain wave jeonghan pulls you to the end of the bed while Joshua removes his shirt. You look over to him to see his muscles flex as he removes his pants and you can clearly see the outline of him in his boxers. His cock is big and hard and you can feel your mouth watering as you look at him with a pout.

“You want me to fuck you?” he ask with a smirk. You nod your head yes as you feel Jeonghan's hot breath on your core.

“Or do you want me to fuck you?”

You look between them baffled. How do you pick between two of the most handsome and well endowed men you've ever seen in your entire life? At this point you rathered Joshua to kill you so you won’t have to make this choice. After a moment you reply with “both?”

They exchange a look. “Jeonghan grabs your face and looks t you for a second.

“My love, I never took you as a greedy fucking whore. Do you think you could handle both of us?”

“Yes” you immediately say. They exchange a look and jeonghan shrugs.

“Whatever you desire my love”

Jeonghan slides back down the bed and dives into your core. Licking and slurping whatever he can. He sucks harshly on your clit begining to rebuild your lost orgasm. He slides three fingers into you and immediately hits the spot Joshua previously found. Meanwhile joshua takes off his boxers and pumps his cock in his hands. You can see the precum gathering at his tip and you're dying for a taste.

“Open up” he says as he taps the head on your lips. You obey and he slides the head in.

“I won’t go easy on you, this is still a punishment beautiful”. You nod and he begins to thrust, gradually increasing his pace. He begins to fuck yout throat like your nothing but a toy, the lewd sound almost drowning out jeonghans moans as he feasts on you

“You know,jeonghan wanted me to hurt you. Teach you a lesson, but you know I have a soft spot for you. I could never live with myself if I hurt you in ways you didn't like.” You shudder and he takes this as an opportunity to thrust further down your throat until his pelvis is touching your nose. He sits there for a few seconds as you gag and struggle to breath around him. He pulls out with a moan and barely gives you time to catch your breath when he’s thrusting back in somehow deeper. Meanwhile jeonghan has you tethering on the brink of release, toying with you. He’s giving you almost the amount of pressure you need to cum but not enough. He pulls back and pulls his fingers out, sucking your essence off of them. You whine against Joshua’s dick and buck your hips begging for a release. Jeonghan tells you “ you’ll cum when I say you can, joshua come here and prep her ass if she wants both of us to fuck her its happening at the same time.” Your eyes widen as Joshua pulls out of your mouth and jeonghan grabs handcuffs from his coat pocket. He locks your wrist together and rests them on your stomach as Joshua digs through your bedside drawer for lube. Once he finds it he begins to kiss you as he slowly presses one finger into you. Jeonghan begins to undress and pulls Joshua off your mouth by his hair. He taps his cock against your face and you immediately begin to please him. By the time Joshua works three fingers into you jeonghan decides it’s time to fuck you. He tells Joshua to sit against the headboard and for you to sit on his cock. You shuffle up the bed and face jeonghan. You raise your hips and sink down onto Joshua holding eye contact with Jeonghan the whole time.

You feel like a virgin again with the way Joshua stretches you, he rubs your hips and whispers about how good you feel in your ear. When you're fully seated he lets out the sweetest whimper that has you tightening on him. You begin to bounce on him savoring how he fills you so perfectly, its better than you ever imagined. He grips your hips so tightly you're sure youll have bruises in the morning but the thought makes you want him to hurt you even more. Leave his mark on you. You look at jeonghan with puppy dog eyes, pleading for him to touch you. He tells joshua to stop fucking you which he does begrudgingly does with a groan. Jeonghan pulls you off joshua and sits you back on him, only this time Joshua is fucking ur ass while holding your legs spread for jeonghan. Jeonghan slides into you and he swears he became comatose for a second. Your heat grips him so tightly and your warmth manages to spread through his whole body it has his toes curling. He gives an experimental thrust which has you tensing. You’ve never felt so full before you feel like you're floating. Unsure of what's real and whats not. You faintly hear jeonghan ask if your ok and you nod, needing to cum and feel their cum more than you needed air. They began a steady rhythm, one thrusting in while the other pulls out. It felt heavenly, you didnt think you would be able to have sex again without imagining it was them fucking you. You felt your orgasm quickly brewing and you knew you weren't going to last.

“Jeonghan please let me cum, o-oh god i feel so full, it feels so good Shua, oh my god please please, please” you blabber. Jeonghan smiles and looks at joshua. He shakes his head voting that you should be able to cum, Jeonghan relents and tells you to cum. You let go and you feel like your soul left your body, your toes curl and you squeeze your eyes shut moaning and whimpering like a slut while they fuck you through it. You begin to feel weak but neither let up and continue pounding into you like youre their personal fuck toy. The oversensitivity takes over but all that's on jeonghan's mind is getting you to cum like that again. He begins to run your clit which has you arching your back into joshua, changing the angle for him and instantly making his cum with a whimper. He doesn't stop thrusting until he physically has nothing left in him. He pulls out and watches his cum drip onto his thighs. Jeonghan pulls you off joshua and lays you on your back, pushing joshua’s cum into your pussy and fucking it into you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss while joshua sneaks his hand in between you and plays with your clit. Your second orgasm is near and you know it will be the most powerful you’ve ever had. Tears begin to freely flow from your eyes and jeonghan looks into your eyes.

“Cum for me my love, I want to see you fall apart on my cock” and like a trained slut you cum on command milking jeonghan in the process. He keeps thrusting until he’s too sensitive and collapses onto you.

“Jeonghan you're too heavy” you whine and he chuckles. He carefully pulls out and rolls off of you.

“Nooo now its gonna leak on my sheets” you complain, ignoring the fact that your sheets are already covered in both you and Joshua's cum. Jeonghan smirks and pulls Joshua from his spot on your bed and pushes his face into your core. Without a word Joshua begins cleaning up all of your cum, savoring the taste of the three of you mixed together. Jeonghan pulls him up and Joshua spits the mixture into your mouth. You swallow with a smile,and he collapses back onto the bed.

“So…” you say while staring up at the ceiling.

Joshua turns to look at you. “y/n I hope you can try to understand that everything we do is for you.”

Jeonghan speaks up “My love, I will never let anyone or anything hurt you ever again. If you won’t accept our love that's fine, but we will never stop protecting you.”

You try to take all of this in but it’s too much. Maybe you should just live in this perfect bubble, ignoring the fact that two of your closest friends murder people in your honor. Maybe it's ok to live in your delusion. You settle that this is something to think about another time.

“Wait, Do the other guys know?” you ask.

“No”, jeonghan replies. “We didn't want to get them caught up incase we got caught, though I knew we would never.”

“Wait, so when you said you saw the killer eating an apple inDino’s kitchen you weren’t lying? You say with a smile.

“Do I ever lie, my love?” Jeonghan asks.

“Yes” you and Joshua say in unison.

“Whatever” Jeonghan says with an eye roll.

“So am I dating two psychotic serial killers now?” you ask.

“Psychotic is a bit harsh” Joshua says while holding his hand to his chest.

Yes you are” Jeonghan says as he carries you to the bathroom to properly clean you up.

As you look in the mirror you see Jeonghan’s pretty face looking back at you. You think to yourself “I wouldn’t mind being killed by someone as gorgeous as him” In that moment you realize you're just as psychotic as them, maybe you three do belong together.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #hongjisoo smut #joshua hong smut #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #svt x reader #svt fanfic

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Fuck whatever DC is doing with the al Ghul's characterizations and story lines, I've decided that from now on the al Ghul's are gonna be DC's version of the Addams Family instead.

Now I don't mean just give the various al Ghul's the exact personalities of the various Addams and call it a day. That's boring, that erases all the interesting parts of the al Ghuls, that's just using "find & replace" and not actually adding anything. I mean give them the vibes of the Addams Family.

Keep the al Ghul's as the al Ghul's with all their scheming and machinations and world domination attempts but give them all the unhinged energy, the casually insane view of the world, the deranged levels of love and devotion for family. Make them that group where objectively they are batshit insane but also you cannot argue with the fact that they are indisputably the most stable and functional family in the entire universe.

They're creepy, they're kooky, they're mysterious and spooky. Ra's many opulent homes and impenetrable fortresses are a museum and the al Ghul's really are a screa-um whenever people come to see-um (or when they lay waste upon their enemies in a surprise attack that has been planned for months and is just the first domino in a series that will ultimately lead to achieving a far greater goal).

They all love each other and want each other to be happy, they express this primarily with stabbing and murder attempts (its fine, death is a thing that happens to other people).

And forget the League of Assassins being a cult. Just make the whole vast globe spanning organization a collection of cousins/aunts/uncles/dear old friends ect. No one (not even the al Ghuls, if they cared to keep track of such things) is sure who is actually related to them and who just got absorbed into the ever expanding family tree based on their vibes being right.

(Is Sensei Ra's father you ask? Well he's certainly someone's father - probably.

Anyway have you heard about Cousin Cheshire? Despicable poisoner of a young woman, capable of the most horrific things imaginable - yes she is the sweetest dear. Like I was saying though, she just had a baby!

Everyone in the family is just so excited to throw a baby shower to celebrate! Ubu has really gone all out with the spike traps, he does so love getting to welcome a new addition to the family.

Talia of course has cultivated a brand new strain of the most toxic plants imaginable to make a brand new kind of necrotizing poison. You know, as a nice little romantic gift for Cousin Cheshire and that young man of hers. It really is so important to make sure you take time for you and your partner to go on dates and have a few pitched battles to the death on dark rooftops in the pounding rain when you have children.

Now there is some to-do about it all of course, you know how family get together can be. Everyone is arguing over who should get to give little Lian her first weapon and what it should be. Nyssa is pushing for grenades but Ra's is insisting on a sword - he's traditional like that you know - but Dusan has the vote so far on throwing knives. You know the kind that have the little divots along the edges of the blades them to make it easier to get the poison you dip them in to stick.)

I'm just saying that the al Ghuls should be a delightful cross between the Bond Villains they were originally conceived as and the lovingly unhinged Addams Family. It just feels correct in my heart.

(Again keep the interesting aspects of the characters and the nuances of who each of them are like their drive to save the world through destroying humanity and their strong environmentalist leanings and their constantly playing 5D chess and everything, but like, take away the racism and the cartoonishly evil for no reason bullshit and give them some fun feral energy to go along with it).

#batman #ra's al ghul #al ghul family #talia al ghul #nyssa raatko #cheshire dc #sensei dc #no more racism and fucked up dark family dynamics #the al ghuls aggressively adore each other #violence and schemes is their love language #in the full au version of all of this i'd like to imagine how canon plot points change with the al ghuls having these vibes #Just imagine Damian still trying to kill Tim when he first ends up in Bruce's care #but instead of it being a ploy to get rid of a threat its because he's just so excited to meet one of his big brothers #and attempted murder is just how you tell someone in your family that you love them #Tim just SO CONFUSED because Damian is talking so animatedly about how happy he is to get to have some brotherly bonding with Tim #while ACTIVELY trying to run him through with a sword #idk how things change with Cass exactly but i feel like they would in this #like either David Cain isn't an absolute monster or the al ghuls catch wind of what he's doing & are like #This is NOT how al ghuls treat family! what is this shameful behavior! She can't even insult you while you fight!#fighting and violence is a perfectly healthy way to express your love but only if there's actually LOVE involved!#The Heretic & other Damian clones still get made but only because Talia just misses her son so much that she makes more of him #Nyssa has just been bopping around the world for a few centuries & pops up every now and then to have a death match with her baby sister #i just have a lot of strong feelings about the al ghuls deserving better and combined that with the vibes of my favorite unhinged family #Dick still hates Talia but Talia takes all his insults as her darling step son telling her how much he loves her #which only drives Dick even crazier #Tim rocks up to the League of Assassins during his whole trying to prove Bruce is alive thing already seen as an al ghul #Oh yeah that's Cousin Timothy he's one of Talia's kids - never met a truer al ghul in your life #You see how he blew up all those bases? Ra's cried he was so proud #Ra's spoils his grandkids absolutely rotten which is giving Bruce SO MANY gray hairs

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the-sound-of-her-wings · 1 year

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We Have the Past to Bury

❀ Premise: A traumatic figure from your past reappears, causing you to reveal yourself as an Inferni to the Crows for the first time. They try to comfort you after you win the fight. Based on this ask. ❀ Pairing: Fem!Inferni!Reader x Kaz Brekker ❀ Word Count: 2,211 ❀ Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Nightmare Sequence Involving Fire, Death by Fire, People being burned alive, Angst to Fluff

Everything is on fire. The floor, the ceilings, the walls. You are in the center of it, wailing, trying not to catch fire. You stumble to the floor. A flaming beam falls next to you and you scream. The fire begins to slowly encircle you, growing ever closer. You bury your head in your knees, too scared to move. Suddenly, there is a loud wooshing sound, followed by footsteps.

You hear some adults talking but you don’t recognize their voices.

“It’s okay, little one.” You hear.

You look up and see kind, dark eyes looking into yours. The man has crouched down to your level in order to make you feel comfortable. He holds out his hand to you, and you take it.

You gasp for breath as you awaken from the nightmare. Thankfully, the tent you share with Inej is already empty. You take a few deep breaths to slow down your heart rate before preparing yourself for the day ahead.

“You’re up rather late today, something keeping you awake at night?” Nina asks with a wink and a sly glance at Kaz.

“Just needed more rest,” You lie.

Kaz gives you a look, but you just shake your head. You'll talk about it another time.

“I saved you some breakfast,” Inej says, throwing you an apple.

“Thanks,” You reply, catching it.

“We’ve got one more day of travel until we reach the intercept point,” Kaz states, gesturing to a map laid out on a table in the center of camp.

“You know, it’s a little unfair that we have to travel on foot when Alina gets a horse and carriage,” Jesper comments.

“Horses aren’t good spies,” Matthias retorts without elaborating.

“She needs to be obvious. We don’t,” Nina adds.

“Doesn’t make it any less fair,” Jesper says.

“Wylan, is our path clear?” Kaz asks, ignoring the conversation.

“Kaz…” Wylan says, his binoculars showing the number of troops vastly outnumber their small team, “I think the Darkling’s army took a detour.” He did not pack enough explosives for this.

“He’s here?” You ask, your stomach dropping.

“Does anyone know how to defeat the Darkling without the sun summoner?” Jesper asks.

“We don’t need to defeat him. We just have to stall.” Kaz replies, taking the binoculars from Wylan and taking a look for himself.

“Can we ambush them?” Matthias asks.

“There’s too many,” Kaz says.

“Do they know we’re here?” Inej asks.

“The heartrenders do. There are at least two of them- they appear to be guarding the Darkling,” Nina says.

“Do we have to engage?” You question, swaying back and forth to try and quell your anxiety.

“We don’t have a choice,” Kaz states.

You grip the lighter in your pocket- the lighter they don’t know about- and release it, “Okay,”

It starts with an explosion. Wylan’s able to wipe out about a third of the Darkling’s forces before the battle even really begins. You, Inej, and Matthias all run in ahead of the others. You’re able to take out about ten people on your own with just your knives. Everyone tries to hold their own, but there are too many people.

The Darkling walks toward the group, leisurely. His two heart renders have a hold of the group, attempting to knock everyone unconscious to make them easier to kill.

“Pathetic,” He says.

The others aren’t sure what happens at first. There is a flash of light, so bright, so hot, they're not sure they saw anything at all. When it fades, the two heartrenders are lying on the ground, covered in black soot. You are standing in front of the Darkling, sleeves completely burnt off. You storm towards him, putting up a circle of fire around the perimeter, preventing him from leaving and any of your friends from getting in.

“Y/N!” Kaz yells after you. He backs away from the flames, knowing there’s no way to reach you now.

“Hello, y/n.”

“You do not get to speak to them like that.” You reply, dagger pointing towards him.

“Oh, get rid of that silly thing,” He rips it from your hand with his power. “You’re much more powerful without it.”

“Am I?” You retort, “Or am I just more useful to you like this.”

“You shouldn’t repress your nature. It’s unhealthy,” He says.

“Why are you doing this?”

“They have taken everything from us. They have abused us and used us, and hated us for far too long. The Otkazat'sya deserve nothing.”

“As if you have not used me. As if you did not use Genya. As if you have not sacrificed thousands of us in pursuit of your justice. Can you even call it that, with everything you’ve done?” You taunt, drawing out the lighter you keep in your pocket for emergencies.

“Freedom doesn’t come without sacrifice. Every choice I made was for the betterment of the Grisha.”

“Do not justify yourself to me,” You say, thumb pressed against the lighter, ready to light it at any second. “Do not think you can win me over with your words. Our people have suffered because of you.”

“They would have killed all of us,” The Darkling says. “This is the only way to show them we are stronger. That they should never dare to lay a finger on us.”

“You’ve lived so long and you are still trying to rule with fear. Grisha die every day. They are abused every day. And you think the solution is to make them hate us more?”

“They will hate us regardless.”

“You are a fool, Aleksander,” You say. The world around you erupts in an explosion of flames and darkness. When the dust clears, all that remains are the charred remains of the people you killed.

You put out the ring of fire, and see your friends still fighting. They are holding their own, those left behind being abandoned by their leader, but you don’t care.

The bullet Jesper had intended to kill the person he was fighting melts before it can hit them. The person is also gone, turned into ash. He stares after you when you walk past him, having never seen you do anything like that before.

The Grisha surrounding Nina aren’t as lucky. They erupt into flames, despite a tilemaker being among them. The air is too hot to hold any humidity. You have made the air hostile to water. The Grisha scream in agony, begging you to put out the fire as their flesh becomes rilled with burns- you ignore them.

“Y/N?” Nina calls.

Inej looks up, removing her knife from the last Grisha she had been fighting. She watches as a man tries to attack you, but you simply put up your hand- and then his head is gone. Matthias sees it too. He knows the power you are exhibiting is the reason his culture hates witches. Inej glances back at Nina, Jesper, and Wylan who are staring at you, concerned.

The knife in Kaz’s hand melts as it goes into the skull of the last standing Grisha. His glove catches fire slightly, but you put it out instantly. You do not put out the last Grisha.

“Please… please..” He pleads.

“You were made from dust. Return to it,” You hiss. His ashes float away in the wind.

You offer your hand to Kaz, who stumbled backward once the knife was melted. He takes it, and when he stands, he gets close to your face. You immediately drop his gloved hand and begin walking away. You give yourself a light one more time and scorch the earth behind you with the symbol of the crows.

“We’re done here,” You state, making your way back to camp. Tears begin to roll down your face as you walk.

XXXXX

You stare deeply into the fire, holding your knees to your chest. Inej and Nina sit on either side of you.

“You’ve done that before,” Matthias states, sitting on the opposite side of the fire. Nina shoots him a look.

“Many times.” You reply, “You never get used to the screams.” You feel Inej’s hand on your shoulder, but you are too tired to shrug off her affection. Nina tries to pick the ashes that still remain out of your hair.

“You don’t,” He agrees.

“Do you remember the first person you killed?” You ask.

He nods. They don’t say it, but Nina and Inej remember, too.

“Do you regret it?”

“No. Do you?”

You say nothing, just stare deeper into the fire.

“They would have killed us. It was self-defense.” Matthias replies, unsure of how to comfort you. No one’s really sure how to comfort you, but they are all trying their best.

“I know,” You say.

“Are you sure you don’t want something to eat? Jesper and Wylan made a soup for us,” Nina asks.

“It is edible,” Inej adds. It was distinctly not edible the last time they tried to make something, so you appreciate the addition.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You respond.

“Well, we all know that’s a lie.” Nina retorts. “Eating might make you feel better.”

“It won’t. But you’re right, I should eat.” You relent.

Nina gets up from her seat and pours you a bowl of soup. It is decent.

“Thank you,” You say, partially uncurling from your position to allow you to eat easier.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Inej asks.

“Not particularly.” You respond.

“Oh, are we wallowing in despair over here?” Jesper asks, mildly drunk, holding a mug of vodka in hand. Wesper is attached to him at the hip, considerably drunker. You reduce the size of the fire just in case one of them might hurt themselves.

“Maybe a little,” You state. “Thank you for the soup.”

“You melted one of my bullets. It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jesper compliments.

“The wall of fire was pretty cool, too,” Wylan adds.

“Uh- thanks?” You reply.

“I think we should celebrate. You kicked ass today,” Jesper says.

Wylan nods in agreement.

“It wasn’t just me.” You say, reducing your own contributions.

“Then there’s even more reason to celebrate! We sent the Darkling running.” He cheers before taking a big swig.

“There’s always time for a little dancing, isn’t there?” Nina says, smirking at Matthias.

“A drink wouldn’t hurt,” Inej comments, trying to convince herself to participate.

“I think I’ll just get some rest. I’ll celebrate tomorrow,” You state, standing up. You place the bowl on the table and head to your tent, not paying attention to whatever’s going on behind you.

Kaz is waiting for you when you enter. He’s holding all the knives you left in people’s skulls on the battlefield- the one’s that he thought were your only weapon until you started turning people to ash.

“I’m sorry.” You say, reflexively. You’re not really sure what you are apologizing for. Sorry I didn’t tell you I was an inferni this entire time? Sorry I didn’t tell you that I know the Darkling? Sorry I burnt your glove and melted your knife?

“We all have our secrets.” He dismisses. “I wanted to make sure these got back to you.” He says, handing you the knives with the hilt pointed toward you.

“Thank you, Kaz.” You say, putting them in your pocket.

“You haven’t treated your wounds,” He states, noticing cuts and scrapes on your arms and the ash built up around your fingers.

“It’s nothing,” You reply, “Nina took care of the most severe one’s already.”

Kaz glances behind you outside of the tent to see the others dancing with no music. Nina is teaching Matthias how to Waltz, while Wylan and Jesper are taking turns twirling each other. Inej is swaying back and forth, supportively.

“They seem to be in a good mood,” He comments.

“I suppose they’re just happy to be alive.” You state.

You stand in silence, not really sure what you want to say to each other.

“I don’t like using the small sciences.” You say.

“I won’t make you use it,” Kaz replies, even though it’s the wrong option strategically. Everyone saw how powerful you were.

"The Darkling used to make me use them. He used to make me do all sorts of things I didn't want to do. He said they were necessary. He said-" You ramble.

"What he said doesn't matter. You're not under his control anymore. You're not his." Kaz retorts, making a fist.

"He said we were pathetic. And it made me so angry. I don't want to be that angry ever again." You vent, tears in your eyes. "I almost hurt you."

"You didn't." He states.

"But-"

"Y/N, you didn't hurt me. You didn't hurt any of us." Kaz interrupts. He takes both of your hands to try and calm you down.

“I’ll get you another dagger. To replace the one I melted,” You promise as he lets go. You wipe away the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“You’ll need a new dress.” He responds. “You burned the sleeves off of this one.”

“Thank you,” You say.

Kaz nods and walks past you to leave.

“Kaz? Could you stay here tonight?” You ask. “I don’t… I don’t think I want to be alone.”

“Then you won’t be,” He replies.

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker x reader #aspiring thanatologist writes #the crows x reader #the crows x you #title is pulled from the lyrics of still/the neva flows (reprise) from Anastasia the musical

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Fallen Temptation

[FallenAngel!Yeonjun x Researcher!reader] [One-shot series] [Mystic Trail Series]

Pairing: FallenAngel!Yeonjun x Researcher!reader

Genre(s): Dark fantasy, fantasy, romance, thriller, angst.

Contains: Dark themes, profanity, mentions of blood, injury, manipulation, captivity, slight obsessive/possessive behaviour, lots of angst, religious themes. (a lot of flashback and forth!)

Links: MYSTIC TRAIL MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: When you wanted someone to fall for you, this was not exactly what you meant. Your lips tremble as you see his hands press against the glass panel of his containment. He was merely just a specimen to your team right? He was the first ever fallen Angel caught alive.

You’d been used as the bait, immediately once they knew you’d found one. Heartbreakingly, you toyed with his heart and trapped him for research. His dark eyes stare into your emptily as he gives you a smile, “I lost my wings for you, y/n. I won’t let you go that easily. Not after what you did to me.”

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You pitifully stand with a lifeless gaze aimed at the metal door. Your heart weighs heavy as though someone had tied a large boulder to it and left it to sink in the sea. Nervousness, anxiety permeate through your very being.

You were frankly tired of being showered with praise by everyone in the research facility. Every single compliment, every single praising comment stung incredibly, as though several knives were being plunged into your chest with every word they threw at you. You couldn’t accept any of it. Not with the sheer guilt that you felt inside.

Though it started off a trying to befriend an Angel, you had accidentally come back with something even rarer. Something that had shot you up in ranks amongst the various scholars and researchers here.

A Fallen Angel.

The clunk of the metal door sliding open makes you shiver as you’re hit with the blinding white of research chamber #32. The ever so slightly chill air brushes against your skin and your eyes take note of the few researchers spread across the room in various positions of observation, working and typing away. It wasn’t too large of a room but, most of the rooms weren’t that large in this research facility anyway. There was an inhumane, emotionless and sterilised feeling to the room- one that you had grown used to but now have begun to despise.

All these researchers in front of you; their eyes holding not a single drop of humanity, compassion or empathy. To think you once admired them, to become like them.

“Good morning superstar, we got some diagnostics running yesterday on the specimen, and let me say there’s a lot of potential here to work with-“ You coldly interrupt, “Yeonjun.” Your pathetic colleague stiffens in confusion, “Huh?” “His name is Yeonjun,” you murmur icily. He pauses for a moment before chuckling, “Oh my! The specimen’s name? That’s not really important at this stage you know? But I suppose you’re used to calling it that.”

“Don’t say ‘it’.” You find yourself snapping harsher than intended. The researcher peers at you in slightly shock before recoiling into a scowl, “Why? Did you sleep on the wrong side of the bed today? If I were in your position after bringing such a successfully intact specimen as fine as this back to facility, you wouldn’t be able to keep me from shutting up!” He leans in closer, “Surely you and Sohee are going to get a hefty bonus pay, no?”

You step back with an empty gaze, “What’s it to you? Don’t you have work to be doing?” The colleague grunts at your dismal tone and turns away to continue with his paperwork. It hurts, everything hurts. The other researchers look at you as you walk further into the room; some expressions are painted with awe, others neutral, some even jealous.

When you said you wanted to make an impact in regards to the knowledge of supernatural beings, you didn’t want your biggest achievement to be this. Said biggest achievement was now trapped inside a pitiful double-paned thick glass chamber. You turn to face the chamber in the left corner of the room. A bang reverberates in the room from the thud of a hand on the glass panelling. That noise was meant for you. For you only.

You brokenly peer at the glass and see him. Yeonjun. Despite his tragic position, he looked as darkly ethereal as ever. His venomous gaze points daggers at you and the prominent scowl lining his lips was enough to send shivers down your body. He looked like he wanted to rip you apart limb from limb.

Though you think, it was understandable. If you too experienced what he had experienced, you also would think that way.

You find yourself frozen to the spot just meeting his dark gaze. Oh, it pains you so, how that gaze was once so light, playful and full of life. Your eyes trail across his lightly scratched up face; his lips bitten raw- most likely from the stress. His disheveled hair with the strands ever so slightly turning darker and darker at the tips to match his new form.

You grimace. He still had splatters of blood and specks of his previous feathers here and there. He was pale, sickly even. So much more different than when you first met him. You still remember that day with such clarity that it feels like just yesterday that he didn’t hate you.

———

You grunt and manage your way through the steep hill. This was an infamous trail located in amongst the mountains which was home to numerous mythical creatures but most prominently, The Angels. Beautiful specimens that were very, very hard to capture. There were only a few known species that made it back to research facilities alive.

Most of what is known of Angels has been done from post-mortem studies which had you most disgusted and had you questioning various ethics of this entire quest of knowledge. You had hoped that your research facility was different. This particular expedition you are on is in search of Angels and other creatures such as Phoenixes and Griffins, however there was no intent to bring an Angel back to the facility. It was something not easy to do and wasn’t worth the sheer time and resources. You’d be most likely staying here for the next month cataloguing both the mythical flora and fauna for more updated information instead.

“Fuck, this is hard. I wasn’t prepared for it to be this steep.” Your fellow colleague and close friend: Sohee grumbles and you chuckle at her, “Yeah; I don’t think we’re very good at trekking, or hiking-“ She scoffs at your remark, “Might just quit after this. Can’t even make it fucking big with my own damn papers.” You tease, “What if we find something big? Your name won’t be on the expedition notes or the research paper when published, hm?” Her eyes widen, “Shit, can’t have that can we? Damn, you make a good point.” You snicker at her u-turn in attitude.

Both of you alongside the rest of your expedition team continue to grumble up the trail in the mountains. It was truly a stunning place with the peaks of the mountains caressing the clouds and an ethereal fog lingering atop the forests covering the mountains. It looked magical, almost as if it were heaven on Earth. You had only read about this place in your textbooks and now you were finally here!

Your expedition head calls out, “We’re reaching a narrow part here folks, so be careful. Keep it slow and steady and keep your backs to the mountain face. There was a sudden downpour this morning, which we hadn’t anticipated so be careful. Take your time when traversing this narrow ledge. It maybe be slippery.” You all nod with serious expressions as your heart rate shoots up. You weren’t too afraid of heights, you were more afraid of the prospect of falling. Or in this case, you peer down from your current position- falling to your death with no chance of your body being recovered. That’s what scared the ever loving shit out of you.

“We’ll traverse one at a time to ensure the ledge has as minimal weight on it as possible. Ladies and gents, remember quick, broad steps across. Less time on the ledge and more time on the stable terrain. It’s a long perilous drop, I’m sure we’d all like to make it back home.” You feel a wave of nausea hit you. You sigh as you see Sohee’s knees start trembling, “Hey, hey we got this. Just follow the instructions and we’ll make it past.”

She murmurs gripping your forearm tightly, “Can you go before me? Please.” You hesitate for a moment, it’s not too far. Perhaps a metre and half of a narrow precipice. You find yourself murmuring, “Alright. Okay. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

You all line up as one by one you begin to inch along the narrow ledge with the guidance of your expedition head and two other experts. You noticed that this particular portion of the trail had been eroded (most likely from the sheer amount of scholars and researchers that come here!)

Around five people have now successfully inched across the ledge soothing your fear a little bit. “Alright, y/n, you’re up.” You nod trying to keep yourself calm. You slowly begin to scuttle across the ledge not wanting to look down. All of a sudden, you hear a scratching sound, followed by some cracking and snapping.

Before you can register what the source of the sound was; the rock below your left foot crumbles and you slide. The wind slams into your face as you slide off the precipice into a free-fall. A scream rips out of your throat accompanied with the screams of your fellow colleagues who peer on in sheer horror.

You close your eyes as you continue to fall through a layer of mist; your voice becoming hoarse. It feels as though everything slows down and your heart is about to come out of your mouth.

Death. This feeling before dying, before experiencing an excruciating death. This was it. Everyone you knew, everyone you loved, your memories, your future. It was going to end here.

You suddenly release another petrified scream as you suddenly feel something cold. Something…more like someone? Their arms suddenly wrap around your under your knees and around your back. A burst of wind hits you in the face. You tightly shut your eyes; were you hallucinating? Was it the air pressure getting to you?

The strong grip on you is reassuring and you simply lay limp in fear in this being’s arms. You refuse to open your eyes- too afraid. Too afraid if you opened them, that you’d keep falling.

“Sweet human, your kind really are careless,” the voice murmurs soothingly. The breeze around you slows and you feel the weight of gravity begin to caress you once more. You were being carried down. Your eyes timidly open as you peer down and see the forest below getting closer. Relief floods your senses. You peer back up at the source of the voice, your heavenly saviour.

Oh, heavens indeed! To your surprise, you’d never thought you’d be face to face with a real life Angel. He was indescribably stunning in all aspects. Most impressively his large feathery, pearlescent wings that flapped with great strength. They were beautiful; something you’d never seen up close. The temptation to touch them was strong; would it be such sin to run your fingers along those pure, soft feathers of his?

Your eyes gaze into the eyes of your saviour. His dark irises contrast his blonde locks of hair that sprawl across his forehead and his honey skin. Sharp eyes with such a soft, caring gaze enough to make your heart flutter like his wings! His sharp rosy lips tantalising to the eyes which give you the most serene yet playful smile you’ve seen in your life. “Is the human too shocked to speak? Not even a thank you, hm?”

He traverses through the canopy of the forest and you both finally reach the forest floor with a gentle landing. “I…I…” He playfully hums, “I…I… what?” You hide your face in his silken shirted chest. Goodness, he was unfairly handsome. Forget that fact that you were about to die mere moments ago.

You steadily murmur, “i…I mean thank you. You…s-saved my life.” He was still holding you; just how strong was he? The angel pleasantly hums, “Oh absolutely no problem human. What Angel would I be if I didn’t help a human in need?” You mumble, “A pretty bad one, I guess.”

He peers at you for a moment before laughing, “Here I thought the thrill of falling had made you dazed, but it appears that you’re clear headed enough to be humorous! How resilient you humans are!” You end up pouting at him and he cooes with wide eyes, “Oh how endearing! I am sorry, I didn’t mean to sound condescending. You humans are just awfully cute, like baby angels learning to clumsily fly for the first time.” You mutter, “Great, thanks. You can put me down now.”

“What’s your name human?” He asks you making you slightly flustered. You clear your throat, “Uh…it’s y/n.” He raises a brow, “Huh, interesting, a pretty name for a pretty human.” You begin to flush under his intense gaze. “You know, you’re the first human I’ve ever held.”

“Has no one else almost fallen to their death before?” You mumble. The angel bursts out laughing, “Not quite. There are a lot of near misses and close calls but not many manage to accomplish the feat you have.” You glare unimpressed, “Good to know.”

He places a hand atop your head gently, “So…so interesting to look at. Most researchers that come here are so grumpy and serious. I’m not that big a fan of the way they look either.” You raise a brow at his hushed tone. He hums leaning down slightly with a playful smirk, “You, on the other hand, I cannot say the same.”

“Oh my, how rude of me to not introduce myself! Hello human, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my name is Yeonjun.” He outstretches his hand to shake and you timidly take it. You notice how his skin almost glitters subtly under the sunlight filtering through the canopy. You give him a smile, “Nice to meet you, my saviour.” He flashes you a bright grin, “I like the sound of that, pretty human.”

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“I do like the sound of that, the paper title has to be changed though, we have numerous more tests to run.” Your mind focused in back on the present. You hear your fellow researchers talking uselessly in the background.

The fallen angel in front of you bangs on the panel at you. You timidly step forward until you’re in front of him. His eyes darken further and a bitter anger laces his expression. Yeonjun sneers, “That’s more like it. In your white coat and all, your true identity. An emotionless human with no regard for life.”

You stiffen at his words not willing respond. “The audacity you have to come here and look at me with such pity. It disgusts me. To think I saved you that day; I couldn’t help it. It was in my nature to do so.”

You flinch at the harshness of his words. Tears line your eyes and you try to keep steady. His voice cracks, “You lulled me into a false sense of security, to think I was beginning to-I- whatever.” You feel yourself shatter inside ever further. Angels always had the tendency to see the good in everyone.

A sinister expression crosses his face as his hands slam against the glass panels pressing against them almost with the intent to push past it somehow. You flinch backwards with wide, fearful eyes. “I suffered such agony because of your selfishness. I lost everything. All b-because of you!” His gaze is malevolent, “You all will pay.” A bitter chuckle escapes his lips, “Though I may have lost everything, I am no longer constrained by the numerous rules from before. There’s nothing left for me to lose.”

The ominous threat in his voice astounds you. You never knew he could talk like this. You peer down at the floor where numerous black rotting feathers are scattered. Once an Angel disrupts its natural order, they are physiologically affected. From the colour of their hair, and most prominently, their wings.

Every single feather turn black as they die and soon drop off painfully one by one, leaving a bloody mass on the fallen angel’s back where the wings once were. A haunting reminder.

He coldly murmurs, “Y/n…y/n..” you shiver at his tone. An icy smile plays on his lips, “Do you think you’re safe behind this pane of glass?” You remain quiet. He hums at you, “You were so talkative before? Don’t tell me? Do you actually feel guilty? Feel remorse?”

You peer into those eyes you had grown to love. The dark irises now filled with twisted hatred and a flicker of…something you couldn’t quite decipher. He murmurs, “Maybe you were tainted by the other humans here. Is that it? Did they change your mind?” He presses himself against the glass trying to be even closer to you, “Was it my mistake to help you get back to your research camp? Should I have just kept you in my arms and never let you go?”

Tears run down your face and you begin to feel the weight of everyone stares at your back. His eyes flicker; a hint of his old self peeking through with sympathy. You pathetically whimper out, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, i can’t…” His eyes peer at you as if you’ve lost your mind.

“I am so, so sorry, Yeonjun.” You begin to bawl as all your emotions come back and hit you at once. A hand touches your shoulder bringing you away from the containment chamber. “Come now, let’s keep communication with the specimen limited. I think it’s best if you take a break for awhile, yeah? It’s best for the specimen to not get too riled up too.” The apathetic voice of Sohee drones into your ear as you’re escorted out of the room. You snap at her, “Don’t fucking touch me.” Not after what she did.

You find yourself daily coming to visit the room; feeling upset. You two would end up staring in silence at each other. You wanted to get him out of there. You wanted to rewind time. Your mind flashes back to numerous memories.

———-

You had a fun time talking with Yeonjun as he guided you through the mountainous forest explaining pieces of new information here and there whilst flirtatiously teasing you. You definitely felt attracted to him.

“Right, your little camp is perched up on that mountain over there, yes? I remember flying over it.” You nod with a faint smile, “Yeah.” He pouts, “It seems like our time is going to end quicker than I would like it to. When are you going back to your home?”

You smile teasingly, “Oh you’re going to miss me already? You get attached quick.” He flushes for a moment a red hue crossing his features, “Ah, you caught on, hm? You didn’t answer my question.” You giggle murmuring, “We’re stationed here for a month to research the various things here. So…”

His eyes brighten up, “Really!?” You laugh at his excitement. “If I leave you back at your camp, will you be able to come talk to me? Am I able to…see you more? You’re so fascinating.” You hum deep in thought; a frown laces your lips. If your team got sight of him, it would be immediate bad news. No…you didn’t want him to get caught even though it would be miraculous to bring back a live angel to the facility.

Your name would be everywhere, you’d get insane recognition for your efforts. You were already well known for your high quality papers. It’s tempting.

However your conscience gets the better of you and you murmur, “I…I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Yeonjun frowns, “Why? Do…do you not like me?” You shake your head frantically, “I…the other researchers would probably view you more as an experiment or subject instead of a living being. I don’t want to treat you that way.”

His eyes soften and a look of revelation appears on his features. A genuine smile graces his pretty face, “You’re different. You…care. You care about us Angels?” A glimmer sparkles in his eyes, “You…you’re not like the rest who come here. That makes me so, so happy.” You chuckle; he was like a puppy that had just been shown a treat. “You don’t understand how touching that it is. You don’t just view me as…a separate being. Thank you.”

You frown, in your profession, this was one issue you knew deep down. Something that you’d have to confront one day. Yeonjun hums deep in thought, “Let’s get you to your camp. I’ll let you get down and walk there safely. Hm…we’ll discuss another way to meet then.” You playfully smile, “Rather desperate aren’t we?” He cooes, “How could I not be, pretty little human?”

With that Yeonjun gathers you back into his arms and begins flapping his mighty wings into flight. He soars across the sky and you watch in amazement at the forest and mountains below and around you. Ethereal, truly indeed. After a few minutes, Yeonjun lands a few metres away from your camp. He guides you, “Keep walking straight, I can’t go closer due to the risk of being spotted of course. You’ll manage right?” You nod giving him a warm smile. A jolt of attraction is felt between you both.

“Smile like that again at me, human and I might just fall for you, hm?” He cooes ruffling his wings and tucking them behind his back. You murmur, “Oh is that so? Should I smile for you more often then?” He grins, “My, what a way with words you have, as sweet as the lyres we play.”

Yeonjun hums deep in thought, “Since you’ll be here quite awhile. It would be nice to meet you frequently human. May we discuss a safe meeting place for us to convene?” You feel your heart flutter, were all angels so curious about humans or this attached on the get go? Then again, these angels do not have much leeway in regards their community rules; strict ways of living and isolation from humanity and other mythical creatures. You had to remind yourself how rare of an opportunity this truly was.

Yeonjun hums after peering around, “There’s a small clearing several metres East of your camp, it leads to a cliff where it overlooks the rest of the forest below. It contains some old, abandoned Fae huts.” Your eyes widen in recognition, “Oh yes! Yes! My supervisor mentioned those earlier, we went to take a look at them yesterday. I know the place, there’s trail markers on the way.”

Yeonjun hums with a bright smile, “Great! Then is that alright? Can we meet there? None of your teammates will come there right?” You nod, “Nah, the site has been explored for decades and there’s barely anything left. Plus, we’ve already got it shown it once. Everyone will be too busy to go there.” He nods pleased with the answer. “Mm…in that case, you better head back to your camp now and report back on your safety. I’m sure your teammates are worried about you.” He hums concerned. You smile at him, “Yeah. When are we meeting then?”

“Huh…let’s see. Do you think night time is safer? Will your team be out?” You shake your head, “We have a policy of not trekking at night, past 6pm. So we should be safe.”

Some little part of you knew this was risky but see him made you so incredibly thrilled. The feeling of talking to him was addictive. You wanted to see him more, get to know Yeonjun more. You wanted to satiate your burning curiosity. All in secret of course.

“How about we meet at six this evening? Or in your case, when the sun sets.” You hum. He nods, “Brilliant, I can’t wait to see you again, precious human.” You hums playfully, “I could say the same.”

With that, you return to your camp and alert the researchers who were stationed there, the events that had occurred. All you had told them was that you had fallen, you went unconscious, and you woke up nearby the camp. You had told them them you didn’t know what brought you here. Thankfully, they bought your far-fetched tale.

Your friend arrives back greeting you with a rambunctious hug! “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay. I…” her eyes widen, “I thought you were gone for good or something.” You chuckle, “You won’t be getting rid of me that easy. I still have a jaw dropping thesis paper to submit and many other dreams too!” She hums with a glint in her eye, “Ah of course, can’t have that. Can we? Your papers are always…the best.”

Thus, later that evening, just as planned, you wait at you meeting spot having made sure no one followed tou. You had taken your camera under the pretence that you were going to photograph the scenery, plant and animal species for an upcoming paper. Just as agreed upon, Yeonjun majestically appears touching down in front of you in all his angelic glory with a stunning smile brimming with excitement, “Have I mentioned how exquisitely the the sunlight glows against your skin, dear human?”

You playfully laugh, “Here we go again.”

—————

You peer at your watch: 01:30pm. You had gotten past security with some elaborate excuse that you had to finish a report for the expedition and you were nowhere near finished. Instead of going to the computer labs, you were in fact heading to see Yeonjun. You couldn’t sleep- no, you hadn’t slept in days.

You mind was plagued with memories of you both meeting up every evening, spending a few hours together chattering and learning more about each other’s cultures, customs and lifestyles. The way he would take you into his arms to allow you to see the most fantastic views. How his curious eyes gazed into yours mischievously as he asked questions upon questions. How you adoringly gazed into his as you did the same.

It fucking hurt, you couldn’t bring yourself to push past the sadness. You didn’t even have the motivation to get any work done anymore. Yeonjun was all you could think about.

You scan your ID opening up the metal door and step inside cautiously. This was risky, you could even get suspended for this but at this rate you didn’t care anymore. You walk in timidly and you’re heartbroken at the sight of Yeonjun kneeling on the floor with his arms wrapped around himself. You feel broken seeing his bloodied mid-back where his wings once were.

The floor below you creaks as you take a step forward. Yeonjun immediately twists himself around. You frown seeing his watering eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You had already seen him daily in the facility. He snaps, “What…what are you doing? At this time?”

You walk forward until you’re at the glass panel, your knees sink until you’re sat on the floor opposite him through the glass.

“Tch…if you’re here to see me again like you do everyday, you are sorely mistaken if…if I’ll ever forgive you humans.” He stammers. “It was never my i-intention, Yeonjun. You have to believe me,” You brokenly quiver. You stammer, “She…my friend-colleague. Ex-friend. She followed me.”

Yeonjun stiffens, “So?” You whimper, “I really did mean to keep our meetings secret. She happened to follow me. I didn’t realise how cruel and selfish she was inside. How much hatred and j-jealousy she harboured for me.”

Yeonjun remains silent. You murmur shattered, “I never wanted to betray you. Everything seems that way, I know. I…I never wanted to play with your trust or feelings!” His gaze is menacing, “How do I not know you’re not just shifting the blame onto someone else?” Your shoulders slump, “I…if you don’t believe me that’s fine. I just wanted to say this to you. I feel restless. All I think about is you.”

Yeonjun’s eyes glimmer in shock. He murmurs, “Your friend. Is she the brown haired woman always in this room? The one running the tests on me?” You nod solemnly. That two-faced conniving bitch! Everyone in this damn facility is only out for themselves, only out to make a name with the next big discovery so they can win numerous useless plaques and trophies.

Yeonjun approaches the glass pressing his hands against it, with a curious look, “You’re telling me you purposely didn’t call your team to tranquillise me and take me back to the facility?” You snuck back in here to tell me all this? Do you still expect me to trust humans after all this? To trust you?” He was being defensive.

His words slice into you like blades and you shakily murmur, “No. I don’t expect anything but you deserve to know the truth. To hear me out. I…loved what we had.”

“What we had…” he bitterly laughs. “What was not allowed…the forbidden. I should have listened to my ancestors teachings. Should have not let my heart get swept away so quickly.” Your heart pangs, “You regret it?” Yeonjun murmurs, “I…” His eyes meet yours intensely. You can tell he doesn’t despite not wanting to admit it. It’s all facade he’s putting on.

“Sohee. She followed me-“ Yeonjun cackles, “Did she now?” Snapping, you press your hand against the glass, “You damn well know, you also saw her there. She…I.. I should have known.”

Yeonjun hums, “What, so she followed you out to one of our regular meetings? You two aren’t working together?” You frantically shake your head, “No! No! I loved the time we spent chatting deeply away, watching the sky after sunset, the way you’d carry me and fly with me around. It felt so magical, I felt ethereal, at peace for once.” Tears drip down your face pathetically; perhaps he wouldn’t believe you.

Yeonjun remains silent peering at your face. You still remember that day clearly.

—-

“Where you going? I swear you go off every evening, what’s so special about the sunset?” Sohee scoffs. You shake your head with a soft smile, “Believe me…it’s magical. It takes my mind off all the hard work. Kinda like a form of meditation I guess.” Sohee’s eyes narrow slightly, “Mm, I suppose so. Why don’t I come with you this evening? You know these forests are dangerous?”

You stiffen slightly, “That’s sweet of you Sohee, but it’s okay. It’s not too far off the camp and didn’t you say you were wanting to work on your thesis?”

Sohee hums with a teasing smile, “You’re right, not everyone has such lovely intellect as yours. But I have a feeling this paper is going to be a hit.” You chuckle, “Oh hush, honestly I don’t know what I’m doing half the time I write my papers.” She hums, “Right, of course. It must come naturally to you. So many awards, already at this age. How…lucky for you. To think I have such a talented colleague.” She smiles at you. You mirror her smile, “Thank you. Having your support by my side these years has really helped.”

“You sure you don’t want to accompany you? I’d love to see what sunset has got you so wrapped up.” She teases. You shake your head, “How about we go to see the sun rise, it’s even more impressive. The hues in the sky are insane with the mist.” Sohee hums, “Hm, sure. Sounds good.”

Sohee peers at her watch, “Damn, I just realised I’ve got to go meet our supervisor, he said something about reports. I think I’m due for paperwork again.” You chuckle, “Oh god, paperwork is such a drain.” She hums, “Yet you’re always the first to submit all of it.” You shrug, “I’d rather not procrastinate, you know?” She nods getting up, “See you later then. Be careful.”

Just like that you find yourself trekking once more to you new favourite spot where you could escape the clutches of the human world. As always your one and only favourite angel flutters down delicately walking up to you with a gaze of adoration; ready with a new set of buzzing questions about human civilisation and customs and questions about you, yourself. These laced with heart-stopping smiles and gazes, tingling touches and a tension that could not be broken even with the sharpest knife.

This routine had become addictive. This forbidden meeting between human and angel, a special little secret. The way the two of you got closer day by day over the month. You dread the day the expedition would end. You’d have to have a painful parting. You almost wish you could take him with you.

One particular evening; you both sit on a log that Yeonjun had pushed around. Your arms and legs brush against each other. You find yourself slightly leaning against his shoulder as his left wing encapsulates you. It’s intimate, peaceful. He murmurs, “I love this. I never thought…humans could be so enjoyable to be around. They always taught me to observe and not interact unless humans needed help.” You nod, “I mean…it’s best to be wary, not all humans are good.” He nods peering into your eyes, “You’re good. You’re pretty, you listen to me, you’re genuinely interested in me.” You both hold an intense gaze.

“Holy shit-“ A voice startles you both. You abruptly stand up as Yeonjun flutters his wings in surprise. Your eyes widen as the figure steps out from behind one of the trees, “Sohee?” Her eyes widen stepping forward with a dazed expression, “An Angel…a real life angel.” You stiffen, this was bad. This was very, very bad. Yeonjun peers at her stiffly in silence.

Sohee murmurs misleading in tone, “Oh so, this is where you’d go off? What a specimen! I knew you were up to something!” Yeonjun folds his wings tentatively stepping back. More crunching of footsteps can be heard. Sohee steps forward with an almost mocking expression, “I came here numerous times before to see…but it seems I was right to be curious.”

“I-I think I should leave,” Yeonjun murmurs. You tremble, “Sohee, I can explain. I didn’t mean to hide him away. He-“ Sohee smiles at you, “Oh, I’m sure. I know you wouldn’t want anyone stumbling upon such a beautiful specimen. Your paper would be a hit worldwide, the numerous awards you’d get and what, with a live specimen to prove your findings!”

You should have checked if anyone was following you this time. Fuck! Sohee’s eyes glimmer, “Y/n! You’re brilliant.” You realise the way she’s talking and you begin shaking terribly. Yeonjun snaps his head to face you with a blank expression, “Live…specimen? Paper?”

You stammer, “Yeonjun, wait…no, listen.”

“Yeonjun?” Sohee questions.

“I-I should really leave,” he stammers beginning to open his wings ready to soar. More rustling is heard and your eyes widen, “Yeonjun-! Wait, let me explain!” Before his feet can leave the ground; you hear a single tiny shot. Yeonjun splutters as he peers down at the base of his neck; a tiny needle-no; a tranquilliser. “What the fuck?” You scream.

Yeonjun looks utterly shattered as he rips out the tranquilliser and he crumples in pain and drowsiness. Sohee rushes over holding you back from touching him, “Relax, it won’t hurt the specimen! Your evidence is safe! It’s to transport him!” Yeonjun’s eyes peer at you darkly as he tries to force his eyes open fighting against the chemicals in his system. They put him down like some rabid animal.

He collapses to the floor unconscious. You shove Sohee off you, “Don’t fucking touch me.” Sohee hums, “I know this is overwhelming, but I’m just trying to help you! You could be nominated for one of the greatest prizes, perhaps even a Nobel prize for your contribution! No one has ever captured a live-!”

“Fuck off!” Tears run down you face as you see some of your team members rush out surrounding Yeonjun in awe.

Sohee hums, “Don’t tell me you actually got attached to the specimen?” You glare darkly, “Don’t…call him that.” She scoffs, “Don’t you understand how insane this is? I’m doing you a favour, y/n?” She hums smiling, “Unless…you don’t want him for your paper? I can happily use him for my research?”

You feel your knees give way. Sohee peers down at you for a moment, “I’ve only dreamt of a moment where I’d be looking down at you for once. Not in your shadow. Thank you for giving me such an opportunity.”

You feel your head spinning and the voices of your colleagues rushing over with various congratulations and praise. Sohee puts a hand on your shoulder explaining to them, “Oh calm down, she’s a bit overwhelmed at the moment. She’s worked so hard to gain the trust of the specimen, give her some space. She’s just a little hurt by our methods, you know?”

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Hurriedly, you begin digging through the file shelf in the room as Yeonjun watches you lifelessly behind the glass after hearing your explanation. You flip frantically through the files and pull out a paper. Rushing over, you press the thick paper to the glass.

He murmurs reading, “…Physiological Mutations in the Supernatural: Adaptations of a Fallen Angel- Case Study.” His eyes glance down to the credits, “…Hwang Sohee, Park Yeojin et al.?”

“Where is my name on this paper about you? Your species? I refused to have my credits on this paper, Yeonjun!” He stares at you silently.

You notice the way tears drip down his face; glittering against his pearlescent skin. He presses his hands against the glass peering at you, “I…I believe you. I just… I was heartbroken. Humanity is so cruel.” You tentatively move your hand; his hand and yours merely separated by a pane of glass. You knew he didn’t want to believe you but he couldn’t help it. He was fond of you.

“There’s no way out of here is there?” He murmurs. You notice the way his eyes flicker darkly. He murmurs, “Humans…pathetic humans…” A rasp in his voice catches you off guard. His hand is pressing against the glass as if he’s trying to break it. You murmur, “Your hair… your feathers, they’re black.”

Bitterly laughing, he hums, “an Angel without wings, a fallen Angel. One who can no longer fly to the heavens but is too pure to go to the depths of hell. Stuck.” You murmur, “Purgatory.” He hums, “Punishment.” Silence ensues.

“I…can’t help you. If I could, I’d break down this glass pane for you. My ID isn’t at a high enough authority level to open the door, either. I’m…sorry.” You sound hoarse at this point.

His dark eyes stare into your emptily before he gives you a smile, “I lost my wings for you, y/n. I won’t let you go that easily. Not after what you did to me.” You stiffen; it sounded like a threat. Nowadays, he seemed to be more aggressive, not the once so soft angel you knew. That was understandable of course.

“Y-Yeonjun? But I explained-“ He hums, “I know. But…I can’t just let you go. You’re the first human who has touched my heart, taken it. Surely you felt what we had? The very reason why I lost my wings. You are the reason for that. The feelings I had go against natural order.”

You find your hands trembling. “Yeonjun surely, you don’t mean…”

“My heart is yours no matter how much I don’t want it to be. I was so conflicted. You make it so hard to hate you. I want to hate you.” The darkness of his irises that once glowed brightly make you shiver.

He murmurs, “If you leave me, then my entire purpose is gone.”

Stammering, “Y-Yeonjun I…” His eyes glimmer, “Do you not feel the same way? I saw the way you looked at me. The way you felt when I ran my fingers across your soft skin, down your face, across your lips.” His face nears the glass towards yours, “Or if you don’t feel that way, why don’t you tell me beautiful lies to soothe my shattered heart instead?”

You wish you could have the power to change things as though you were the protagonist of some sort of story. However, this was real life. Things didn’t work like that. You were no hero to try and break down the door or steal your lab supervisor’s ID to open the door. Your life’s work would be on the line.

And with the way Yeonjun’s behaviour was drastically changing each day. You didn’t have a good feeling. Should you have left him the way he was? Simply despising you? Yet something drew you back to him.

“Don’t you love me? You wouldn’t work so hard to seek my forgiveness otherwise? That’s why you came to see me everyday? That’s why you came here tonight? Is this not what humans call love?”

Overwhelmed, you turn away. You felt something for Yeonjun. Was it love? Or was it a mere infatuation or admiration for him? If he were a regular human, would you feel the same way? Or was his appeal alluding you?

“I…I’m not sure.” He hums, “You’re not sure?” He chuckles, “I’m sure you do. You humans have a way of not admitting things so easily.” You remain quiet. Yeonjun peers around at his chamber- his prison.

A dark smile graces his face, “These walls and glass keep me locked in. They’re thick. Are they scared I’ll escape?” You shiver at his tone. “They have these for every creature. Some like to be more aggressive. So a dual purpose really.”

“Hm,” he ponders to himself. “It sadly is keeping me away from my freedom. From you.” His eyes gaze at you twinkling. “You’re the only one that cares. I can’t even go back home. No wings, and they wouldn’t accept me, someone tainted.”

Yeonjun trails his fingers down the pane of glass separating you both, “The things I’d do if I were out of here.” He continues talking, “You wouldn’t leave me, right? If I were to escape?” You stammer, “There’s very low chances o-of you esca-“

“If I did,” he sharply interrupts. A tinge of fear envelopes your senses. What did you stir inside him? What have you created? Has he become fixated on you? “I’d sweep you off your feet like before. Take you away from these disgusting humans around you. You’re much too pure for all this. You always ranted to me right? How much you dislike this place?”

You abruptly stand up, “I…I think I should go, Yeonjun. I just wanted to clear the air. Make sure…you were somewhat okay. We’ll get through this together.” He simply peers up at you without a word. His words create a mixture of emotions within you. A flame kindles within you; a twisted one that wished to leave everything behind; to satiate his pleading gaze.

“Sohee, was it?” He utters in thought making your blood freeze. “These other humans want an experiment yes? Then I’ll give them one they’ll never forget.” His threat is ominous making your stomach churn. No, surely he couldn’t come out of that chamber. It was impossible. Right?

You hurriedly leave and rush back to your room. Perhaps it wasn’t good to visit him too often. This was a turn you weren’t expecting. Did angels always get attached this quickly? You… really liked him, you did. But this version; it scared you. You felt conflicted. Your heart yearns for him, still.

He had truly fallen from grace. Fallen for you. Fallen into the temptation of love and lust; began to crave a violent touch.

So when you heard two weeks later, an excruciatingly loud siren and flashing lights with staff and technicians running around in panic, you weren’t surprised to learn that multiple scientists had been brutally injured when inspecting the specimen, leading him to somehow rip the ID pass out of a hand and scanning himself out.

To say he had snapped, would be an understatement. All you were now concerned with as you stand on the roof of your facility, watching the sun melt into the horizon was, the fact that you knew someone was coming to get you and that someone would never let you go ever again.

A bloodied hand touches your shoulder, “Were you waiting for me?”

Why else were you up here? To admire the same sunset you’d seen for the last few years? Of course not.

“If I were?” You murmur. Yeonjun gives you a dangerous smile, a tempting one for sure. “Good,” his tone is sinful.

Perhaps, you were just as tainted as he was. It was your turn to pick the forbidden fruit.

You couldn’t deny his touch, gaze or smile, no matter how wrong it felt inside.

Thus, you succumb. Succumb to the temptation. Noted; fallen angels were indeed dangerous creatures.

He presses his lips to the back of your hand with a glint in his eyes, “My precious human, how beautiful you look, when you submit to me…”

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lycheedr3ams · 9 months

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Just read your recent Butcher!Konig and omg, idk if my heart can handle so much fluff! Can I do a tiny request? What happens if there's a problem customer that might get or got physical? Like throwing the food back or making terrible gestures? I wanna know if he'll be a big strong knight here to save her ? I'd be so into that!

I've never worked at a grocery store, but worked plenty of other customer service jobs and had my fill of terrible customers. A few have gotten violent.

oh my god, i'm lucky in that ive never had a customer get physical with me during an altercation. i can def write about this!

more of a drabble/headcannon than regular fic. feeling a bit lazy rn lol

if any customer even began to get remotely physical with you - even so much as waving their hands - butcher!könig would step between you and the customer immediately. in the customer's blind rage, they would begin to look up to challenge him, but when they registered his tall, muscular body and those piercing blue eyes with a leather face mask, they would back off instantly

a few of your coworkers have said they're surprised that butcher!könig isn't a bouncer at a club, since he'll stand between you and a customer with a wide stance and crossed arms. when you asked him why he wasn't a bouncer, he said "i like to play with knives." you didn't ask about it any further.

sure, butcher!könig would defend any female worker from a violent customer (and has even been called on by management to escort a few irate customers out of the store), but this man seemed to have a hawk's sense about you and your safety. it didn't even matter if you weren't in his line of sight - he could just sense when you were in danger.

your coworkers wouldn't even bother stepping in because they knew that the moment a customer started to get violent, butcher!könig would be there within 3 seconds. it was almost entertaining, and some of your coworkers began to place bets on how fast butcher!könig could come to your rescue. you didn't know about these bets, though.

each time, you would thank butcher!könig for protecting you. he would always say "it is nothing" and go back to work like nothing happened. but his coworkers noticed that he was always on edge after these situations, and everyone knew not to mess with him for the rest of the shift. but not you. it doesn't matter how angry butcher!könig would be over a customer because of what they did to you, because he would always be happy just for you

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roosterforme · 1 year

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I'm So Hot For You | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley makes you some homemade hot sauce to show his love and appreciation for you being his sexy nurse.

Warnings: Fluff

Length: 1600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

After spending weeks and countless hours helping Bradley heal after he had been injured, you really deserved something special.

And now that you were going to be his wife, Bradley thought you deserved everything. But the one thing he knew you would love that he thought he could give you, was your very own homemade hot sauce.

"Why are we here?" Jake asked him for the tenth time as he and Bradley donned matching aprons that said San Diego Community College across the front.

"To make hot sauce, dumbass."

"Yes, I understand that much, but why are we here? I don't see why you didn't just bring Angel with you."

"It's supposed to be a surprise. You do know what a surprise is, correct?" Bradley asked him, like he was talking to a very small child. "Now put your gloves on so you don't burn your eyes later."

Jake scoffed at him as the instructor introduced herself to the class, and both Bradley and Jake settled onto the stools behind their workstation.

"Hi everyone! My name is Miss Mabel, and I will be your teacher for today," said a very kind looking older woman. Bradley sat up straight on his stool, ready to make a treat that you would love. "It's so nice to see so many couples here. This is a great relationship building exercise."

Jake turned and glared at Bradley. "Couples? Relationship? What did you bring me to, Bradshaw?!"

"I..... oh, shit," Bradley muttered, but Miss Mabel was already talking about different kinds of hot peppers, and Bradley really wanted to take good notes. He started scribbling down everything she was telling them.

After Miss Mabel got everyone started on instructions, she started to walk around the room and help each pair individually.

"You should have brought your future wife to couples cooking class, Bradshaw," Jake said, sorting the peppers by scoville heat units.

"Can you just cooperate and help me, please?" Bradley begged, getting out a set of knives and cutting boards. "You know I can't do this right by myself."

Jake sighed deeply. "It amazes me that you manage to get through the day. Fine, I'll help," he agreed, handing Bradley the peppers in order of hotness to cut up.

"Gentlemen, how are we making out over here?" Miss Mabel asked when she stopped at their table.

Jake just shook his head. "Not sure, Miss Mabel. He's kind of a lost cause in the kitchen, but he's demanding that he takes the lead on this one." Jake held his hands up in surrender.

"I just wanted it to be special," Bradley grunted, dicing up a habanero pepper. "Can't I try to make something special for the person I love?"

Miss Mabel just smiled at them. "Cooking for your significant other is always a gift from the heart."

"Yeah, well... he's being so grouchy about this. He keeps saying he just needs it to be perfect," Jake told her. Then in a hushed voice, he added, "But between you and me, Miss Mabel, his creativity outweighs his ability. And then he gets very snarky when things don't go as planned."

"If I get grouchy, it's usually always your fault," Bradley told Jake as he added an array of peppers to the blender.

"You two seem like polar opposites! How long have you known each other?"

"Too long," Bradley grunted at the same time as Jake said, "Twelve years, Ma'am."

Bradley watched Jake measure out some vinegar and add it to the blender as he chattered along with Miss Mabel.

"That's a long time," Miss Mabel noted. "You two seem to need to work on your communication with each other. I would definitely recommend more of my classes as a fun way to help you with that."

"Thanks. We'll definitely consider it," Jake told her with a wink before she moved to the next table.

Bradley glared at him. "Will you stop fucking around?"

Jake just started cracking up. "She thinks we're in a relationship. With each other."

"Yeah. I caught that," Bradley said, shaking his head. "Now how much vinegar did you add? A teaspoon or a tablespoon?"

"Could you imagine a world in which I would slum it with you, Bradshaw? Hilarious," Jake drawled, settling back onto his stool.

Bradley rolled his eyes. "I would never date you. You are insufferable and irritating. That's probably why my fiancée turned you down. Now, did you add a teaspoon or a tablespoon?"

"Um, the little one," Jake replied, looking unsure of himself.

Bradley tipped his head back and counted to five before looking at Jake again. "Bringing you here was a terrible idea."

"Yeah, mainly because it's for couples, but also because I am no better in the kitchen than you are."

When it was time to sample the sauces, Miss Mabel deemed Bradley and Jake's batch 'nearly inedible' and told them they should 'work on communicating and listening to one another'.

When they left the classroom, Jake checked his phone, completely unfazed by the epic failure. "Wanna stop at the Hard Deck?"

Bradley scowled. "No, I don't want to stop at the Hard Deck! I'm taking my jar of nasty hot sauce home and telling her you ruined it."

Jake just shrugged. "She's going to think it's funny."

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When Bradley got home, you were just walking up the sidewalk with Tramp on his leash.

"Look! It's Daddy!" you told Tramp as he pulled you along to get to Bradley faster. "Did you have fun with Jake?" you asked Bradley as he scooped Tramp into his arms.

"No," he told you, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Where did you guys go, anyway?"

Bradley followed you and Tramp into the house, smiling as the sunlight hit your engagement ring.

"Baby Girl, I just wanted to do something nice for you, but I made this for you instead," he said, holding out the jar of hot sauce to you.

"What is it?" you asked, eyeing it skeptically. Even Bradley found the shade of orangish-green to be off putting, and he would eat pretty much anything.

"Hot sauce."

"Hot sauce?! You made me hot sauce?" you asked, your eyes filled with love as you flung your arms around him. "I love it!"

"Well...." Bradley said while cringing. "Maybe you should taste it before you say that...."

He watched you dip a spoon into the jar, and the look of pure delight on your face turned to one of panic as the sauce touched your tongue. "What the fuck is in this?" you asked, coughing and gagging. Bradley watched you head for the sink, and he tried to suppress a laugh, but he couldn't. "It tastes like sour, evil vinegar."

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. I know it's disgusting. I tried my best. But the teacher thought Jake and I were a couple, and it was a disaster." He poured you a glass of milk and wiped the tears from your eyes with his thumbs.

"Wait, what?" you asked, and Bradley told you the entire story. By the end of it, you were cracking up. "Oh, that's hilarious, Roo. I've got to text Jake."

"He said you would think the whole thing was funny. And I guess that's just one reason why I'm marrying you. Because you don't think I'm a complete disaster even when I am."

You looked up from your phone. "Bradley. You're never a disaster."

He shrugged and you wrapped your arms around him again. "I just wanted to surprise you with something you would like, Sweetheart. You were so good to me when I was healing, always making me food and taking care of everything around here."

You looked up at him and smiled. "I think going with Jake was probably your first mistake. We can try to make a hot sauce here. Together. If you want to."

"I took notes. Miss Mabel was actually very thorough."

Bradley watched you skim through his notebook before you grabbed your car keys. "Let's go to the farmer's market before it closes and buy peppers."

You seemed to know what you were doing, so Bradley held your hand and carried everything for you.

"These are the little green peppers in my favorite hot sauce. Should we add them to ours?" you asked, pointing out some kind of pepper Bradley never heard of.

"Definitely, Sweetheart." He watched as you picked out a few more. When you got back home to your kitchen, he felt perfectly at ease as you read Miss Mabel's instructions out loud and put him to work.

Being around you was easy for Bradley in a way he had never experienced before. You laughed as he cut up the peppers and told you more about Miss Mabel's class.

"We should go to a Miss Mabel class together," you told him. "Jake can just fuck off, he's not allowed to be in a relationship with you."

Bradley laughed and agreed, and while you blended everything together, he signed the two of you up for a salsa making class at the college.

"Want to try the first bite?" you asked, offering the spoon to Bradley. He took a small taste, and it was good. Great, even.

"Incredible," he said, and you grinned when you tried it.

"It's perfect," you agreed, and Bradley played with your hair and kissed your neck as you made them eggs covered in homemade hot sauce for dinner.

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Just a fluffy little moment between these two (and Jake)! One more one-shot and then we dig into another series with these two if you can believe it....

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vshthestmpede · 1 year

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Hello friend!

Welcome to the trigun family!

Im not sure if youre taking requests or not just yet, but if you are…

Could i get some headcannons for Vash and Knives on what would make them like the reader and how they would confess or show the reader their feelings?

If not thats totally fine! I didnt see a rules page so i was sure! If you dint feel comfortable writing that, totally understandable! Thank you!!

vash/knives - developing feelings + confessing

word count; 919

warnings; none!! sweet happy love all around

note; tysm for all the warm welcomes and requests i've gotten! i'm truly blown away already and i promise i'm getting to all of them, you all are so creative n i wanna do your requests justice! this was such a sweet idea, thank you so much for requesting <3 this is my first time writing for knives so any critique is greatly appreciated!!

cross-posted to ao3

VASH

you were kind. so truly, unbelievably kind no matter the hardships you faced

of all people, he knew how hard that could be yet you did everything without a second thought and with an unwavering chivalry to it. there was no doubt in his mind that you were a rare being, looking out for everyone before yourself

when he first saw you stand between meryl and a bandit, trying to reason and avoid fighting said bandit, the feeling hit him like a sand steamer

he was so used to watching people just brute their way through things that seeing you like that opened up possibilities in his mind, things that he never thought he'd feel for anyone ever

after the aforementioned altercation, vash slowly found himself opening up to you more and more now that he felt like someone could understand him and the way he went about things

day by day, as the two of you grew closer, these feelings bubbled up in vash; the way you carried yourself, the way your laugh became a melody to his ears, the yearning to feel your hand in his and your lips on his. . .

then, one day, he burst like a balloon

"i'm in awe of you, (name)," he admitted one night while you were analyzing his prosthetic arm - brad had given you some tips on how to upkeep it in case of an emergency. "you're so. . .so kind. so sweet. and. . .and what i'm trying to say is-"

you tilted your head as he stopped sharply, turning his head to avoid looking at you as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"i think i'm in love with you!"

vash tensed as he heard you put the screwdriver down, eyes still shut until he felt your hands on his face. he allowed you to gently turn his face until you were staring into each other's eyes.

"c-can you say something?" he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "please, (name), anything."

your head was filled to the brim with what you wanted to say but it all got caught in your throat so you opted to take him by surprise and lean in, pressing your lips to his. you pulled back as quickly as you did it, just a soft and sweet kiss.

turns out, that was more than enough for vash. as soon as you pulled back, he was throwing himself at you in the most joy-filled hug you've ever felt.

"v-vash, be careful! 'm not done with your arm!" you couldn't even chastise the man without giggling, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms

KNIVES

your unwavering compassion took him by complete surprise, especially as a human

he wanted to just lump you in with the rest of humans as a whole, but there was something so different, so special about you that kept him from doing so

you always faced him with an open heart, a desire to try and understand his pain and help him and the plants

he could never begin to understand why you would do such a thing, yet it was endearing to him(though he would rather die than admit that)

you would sit in on his playing, admiring the way he moved so gracefully across the keys. often times, he would catch you watching out of the corner of his eye and a small smile would appear before he could catch himself

some nights, he would play softer pieces to lull you to sleep. other times, though it was rare, he'd invite you to sit with him and offer to teach you some of the simpler pieces he knew

one day, after another successful plant extraction, he found you admiring the vast collection of red plants. still in high spirits, he joined you and began to tell you more about said plants

the way you watched him with wide, invested eyes caused a skip in his heart; a tiny one, but not unnoticeable. then came you questioning him, wanting to delve deeper into not the plants, but him and his past

"why do you want to know so much about me?" knives asked as you two wandered and you responded with a shrug. "you know i'm dangerous, that i-"

"ah, ah." you interrupted. "you're trying to help the plants. yes, you have a slightly, um, genocidal way of thinking but i think that you've gotten a bit more. . .merciful. you're not a bad person, knives."

knives hummed, pulling his hood up as he felt a little warmth crawl onto his face. "interesting view, (name). may i ask you some things about yourself?"

"sure! what do you want to know?" you asked, shocked that he had brought up the topic.

"well, for starters." deliberately, he reaches out and brushes his hand against yours. "what would you think if i told you that i have these odd feelings towards you?"

"what kind of odd feelings are you referring to?" you bumped your hand against his, locking your pinky with his index finger. "are you saying you like me, knives?"

knives sputters but doesn't pull his hand back. "what made you think that, (name)?"

you laughed and relished in the sight of him cracking a small smile.

"you're kind of easy to read, knives." you fully grabbed his hand and pulled him down to you, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. "it's cute. and, to answer your question, i think i would be more than happy to hear you've got odd feelings for me."

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xelmokidx · 6 months

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Smiles and Cigarettes

I have a post that’s kinda sorta possibly a little bit blowing up about Matt Dillon and his smile so I’m going to write my little heart out about it bc I’m obsessed. So enjoy!!

warnings: pure cold hard fluff, no use of Y/N

Dallas winding x sunshine-y!Reader

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Dallas Winston didn’t smile. It was his whole shtick. He was cold and hard and mean. He hated kids and candy. But the one thing he hated more than anything was feeling weak. And smiling showed weakness. So Dallas didn’t smile. Now you, you smiled. It was all you did. You smile basically showed rays of sunshine. You smiled so much that you had deep smile lines and still looked gorgeous. You were a ray of light. And Dallas, he was a dark stormy cloudy day. You know Dallas didn’t smile. Hell, everyone did. But you did every thing in you power to try to make him smile. It didn’t work. It never worked. No matter how hard you worked for him to even crack a smirk, it didn’t work. You never told him of this plan. You didn’t even mutter a word. But dallas knew. He knew how hard you worked for him to smile. But he wouldn’t let up.

So, that’s where this takes us. You were at the park with Dallas. You sat on the yellow-ish grass with a red blanket and a book. Dallas had brought some things. He said he would. You were really excited till you found out that some things to him was a pack of cigarettes and two cokes. So not what you had hoped for but enough.

You regularly hung out with Dallas. You had no idea why he even tolerated you, but you took what you were given and held it with pride. Everyone knew that Dallas was your friend. And even though they thought he was corrupting you, you still hung around him.

Dallas was laying on your leg sharpening his favorite knife as you sat up against a tree reading the book you brought. You laced your fingers through his dark locks as you read. Dallas, without you knowing, looked up at you occasionally. The fall sun shone against your face. It illuminated your eyes in a way that could make angels weep. Your chin was pursed as you focused on the words on the pages beneath your fingers. Dally thought you look gorgeous. Sure he had seen pretty girls before. But none like you. You were nice, and had never once turned your back on him. That is why he stuck so long. Other than the gang, you were the one constant in his life. Dallas knew what could make him smile. It was you. You had never once thought that you were the missing agent in the equation that was Dallas smiling. So you never tried it. As he watched your eyes scan the pages, his lips parted. The boys lips soon turned into the tiniest of smirks. Which turned into a grin. Which then turned into a full blown smile. As if it were magic, you looked down at Dallas just as he smiled. Your jaw was practically on the floor. Dallas had stopped smiling by now and you were at a loss for words.

“Dallas?” You questioned, “Did you just smile?”Dally smiles again and laughs.

“iunno” he mumbled back. He takes a swig of his coke before speaking again. “Wanna know why I did?” He asked. You found out that this was a game to him. You pondered your entire brain, ransacking every thought to try and figure out why he smiled. Maybe it was the sky? No he hates sunsets, he wasn’t Ponyboy. Maybe it was his knife and how sharp it got. No, he had sharped his knives before and never before had it gotten a reaction. So what on gods green earth made him smile. Dally watched you think long a hard on the reason he smiled. And when he figured out you had no avail, he folded

“you.” He blurted.

You stopped thinking and looked down at the boy on your lap.

“You made smile, doll” he said, his already big smile widening even more. You then start to smirk, then grin, then a full blown smile filled your face.

“Really?” You said in disbelief. Dallas nodded. You were surprised at his smile. It was pretty, very pretty. You wondered why he didn’t do it more. His smile lines framed his face perfectly. He even had some dimples. He was so pretty when he smiled, that you prayed that he would do it more. “Why me?” You asked the boy in your lap. Dallas shrugged. “The sun always comes out after the rain right?” He said playing with your fingers.

You felt like you were in the clouds you were so happy. You looked down at Dallas and tilted your head. “So all I had to do was,” you paused to ponder what to say. “Nothing?” You finally found the words to say. Dally nodded, lighting a cigarette, inhaling the bittersweet smoke and blowing it out. You were in shock. Jaw dropping, mind blowing, unbelievable shock. All you had to do was, be you? You wish you had found that out sooner.

Dallas had sat up and was facing you. You watched him take a few more puffs of his cancer stick, before putting it out.

Dallas was looking you in the eyes. His eyes read something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. You tore your eyes away from him in nervousness. You felt your hair brush against your cheek. Dally pushes it out of the way, his hands staying on your pretty face. “Dally,” you whisper. “Yes?” he says back, glancing at your lips. “You make me smile too,” you say, finally looking him in the eyes. You too, glanced at his lips. Dallas leaned in and your lips touched his in a kiss. You were nervous, so the kiss was gentle at first. But Dally and his rough ways changed that quickly. His hand gripped your waist, the other on your neck. His kiss was filled was so much passion, it was dizzying. Dallas tasted like the coke and cigarettes he had brought. You thought you would hate it, just as you hated cigarettes. But the taste was so Dallas, that you just had to love it. Dallas’s lips left yours slowly. You both were panting, and dally was smiling once again. “Shit” he said. “How’s you learn to do that?” He said with his grin widening. You shrug “ I dunno” you say back, still panting from the incredible kiss. “Instinct” you say back. Dally nods and leans his forehead on yours.

You stay at the park, stealing kisses from each other while you read little excerpts of your book to him. Dally listened with love and passion in his eyes. You scowred the whole world to find out what had made Dallas Winston smile. Little did you know it was you all this time. And you would do anything to keep it that way.

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roosterbruiser · 10 months

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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 —— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

—𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. —𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟕.𝟐𝐊 —𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 —𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐒, 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟏𝐒𝐓, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕

Payback draws the first short straw. His face falters, falls, crumples. His bottom lip trembles and his eyes are wet suddenly. He is just about to take a quivering breath, just about to swallow his pride and beg everyone to let him stay, when Fanboy suddenly squares his jaw.

“I’ll go,” he says. “I’ll go with him.”

Payback doesn't have the strength to say anything at all. But the urge to beg evades him instantaneously. He claps his hand on his best friend’s shoulder and holds it there for a long time.

Fanboy’s heart is hammering in his chest. He knows it’s the right thing to do and he almost always does the right thing--even if it makes his stomach sour.

“Someone should probably go to Paul’s cabin, too--just to…eliminate or whatever,” Phoenix says. She’s trembling. “Maybe he’s still…”

Bradley glances at you--you won’t even look at him anymore. And Jake still won’t look at you. Fuck. Everything’s fucked up right now. This isn’t how this summer was supposed to go.

You nod, sighing.

“Good idea,” you comment softly. You’re staring at your hands. “Someone should go.”

God, there’s so much blood beneath your fingernails. You haven’t been able to wash off at all. Mentally, you’re thinking about everything that needs to be packed in Fanboy and Payback’s packs when they go. But really, you wish you could even just think about washing off. You think even just that would make you feel cleaner.

“I’ll go,” Bradley volunteers. “Don’t need to draw sticks again.”

Coyote glances at Bradley--he’s watching you intently as you pick at your fingers and furrow your brows. Then he glances at Jake, who won’t look up from the ground. It’d do the three of you good to have some distance--maybe he can even talk some sense into Bradley if they’re alone together.

“Me too,” Coyote agrees. “We should get on outta here, though. It’s gonna get dark soon.”

“Right,” Bradley answers. He takes a deep breath. “Let’s boogie.”

So, now you’re here, standing at the edge of camp before Payback and Fanboy. Jake is in the mess hall with all the campers, guarding the front door with the shotgun. Phoenix hasn’t left Bob’s side once. Coyote and Bradley are trekking through the thick trees to get to Paul’s cabin.

Fanboy and Payback have their backpacks on--sleeping bags, bandages, rations, water, flashlights, kitchen knives included. They’re each holding an ax, which was your idea, and Coyote gave each of them walkies with an extra battery.

The sun is beginning to set. Everything is orange and pink as you look at the long and winding path before them, your breath caught in your throat.

“Got everything?” You ask.

They nod identically. Payback fiddles with the switch on the flashlight--he can never stop moving when he’s nervous.

“Got enough food to feed a horse,” Fanboy says.

You smile small--the dry blood on your face cracks.

“Didn’t want you to go hungry,” you say softly.

As if hunger is what’s going to kill them.

The wind kisses the tips of your nose, your ears. It smells overwhelmingly of iris. All three of you look up towards the trees, the sky. It’s going to be dark very soon. They need to start moving.

“You believe in monsters, Gale?” Payback asks, hands on his hips. He didn’t until a few hours ago.

Biting your lip, you nod.

“Have to in my line of work,” you whisper.

“Think they live under the bed?” Fanboy follows.

“Sure,” you say with a shrug. “What do you think?”

Payback pauses, eyes unfocused as he stares past you.

“I think they’re sneakier than that.”

A pregnant pause fills the air. You don’t know quite what to say to these men that you’re sending off into the dark night, all the spirits and ghouls and boogeymen hiding behind trees just waiting for them with watering mouths.

“Two days,” you finally say softly. “Two days and then everything’ll be hunky dory again.”

You don’t even believe yourself when you say it.

Fanboy nods. Beads of sweat are rolling down the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” he says, voice thin. “We’ll be back, okay?”

“With a horde of rescuers,” Payback adds softly. The smile gracing his lips is sad and small. “We’ve probably got a better chance than y’all, huh?”

Nodding, you shift all your weight to one side.

“Probably.”

It doesn’t make any of you feel better to say it.

Payback clenches his fists--they’re sweaty. He doesn’t want to go. And he doesn’t want to stay, either. He wants to go back home to his girlfriend and her awful tiny dog and eat good barbecue and forget all of this ever happened.

But then he glances at Fanboy and Fanboy is looking at him already, squinting under the sun. And he thinks that he is the most friend-looking creature to ever grace this earth. He thinks that he didn’t stutter at all when he volunteered to come with Payback. And then he feels a little bit better about doing this--about leaving and getting help.

“We’ll be heroes, right?” Fanboy asks, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips pathetically.

“Yeah,” Payback answers. Then he glances at you. He knows you feel guilty, but he knows you’re backed in a corner, too. You’re doing what you can--just like him, just like Fanboy. “Hold it down, alright?”

Choked up on all the apologies and all the grief and all the anger of today and yesterday, you can only nod. Alright, you’ll hold it down.

“We’ll check in every half hour,” Fanboy says.

You nod again. You grab his wrist, glance at his watch--it’s a Mickey Mouse watch, one you’re sure was a gag gift given his first name, but that he dons proudly all the same. But then your eyes are watery because you hope you see this watch on this wrist again soon. So, so, so soon.

“It’s eight now,” you tell them. You let go of Fanboy’s wrist.

“And we’ll be out of range…shit, like, a couple miles out, I think. So, if we don’t respond…” Payback says. He doesn’t finish his sentence and neither you nor Fanboy jumps at the opportunity to either.

The three of you just stand there for another moment. It’s getting darker--a lavender light is starting to fall all over camp. Shit. Bradley and Javy still aren’t back from their trek to Paul’s cabin yet. But at least all the campers are back inside the mess hall.

“Don’t die,” you tell them.

They nod solemnly.

“No doy,” Fanboy says. “Ditto.”

And then they turn around, their backpacks bulging, and start to walk away from Camp Arcadia. Just for a moment, as the white rice moon untethers itself from the pink clouds, you wonder if this is the last time you’ll ever see them.

But then you shake your head and look down because the thought is too vicious to bear.

Payback’s heart is racing as they start down the path, the trees tall and the cicadas loud. He’s gripping the handle of his ax hard, hard enough that it’s splintering his skin. And he’s taking deep, deep breaths.

“Hey,” Fanboy says because he can practically hear Payback’s heart hammering out of his chest. “Maybe we got out scott-free.”

“Doesn’t feel that way,” Payback whispers.

“It will when we get to town and have a couple cold ones,” Fanboy says. “Hopefully everyone else is still alive by then.”

Finally, when their figures disappear behind the treeline, you turn around and face camp again. The day is fading very fast now. You’ll only just have time to wash yourself off in the lake.

You don’t bother getting naked--you don’t even bother taking your shoes off. You just walk down the incline of pebbles, the warm water lapping at your ankles and pulling you in until you’re standing on your tip-toes with your chin atop the water.

How could someplace as Camp Arcadia be so beautiful--the towering trees, the deep green leaves, the cotton candy skies, the white stones, the blue-green water--and so horrifying all together in utter tandem?

Trying to move quickly, you dunk your head beneath the surface and begin to scrub your scalp. God, it’s so quiet under here beneath the water. The continuous hum of underwater life, the muffled cicadas and crickets, the soft moss-bottom. It’s the quietest it’s been in your head in hours and hours. You wish you could stay here forever, dunked just below the rippling surface.

Jake watches you go under from the mess hall windows. He’s watching you closely--has been since you escorted Fanboy and Payback to the edge of camp, which looked more like a death march than anything else. Bubbles race to the surface as you exhale and then it all goes still.

“C’mon, Gale,” he whispers to himself, eyes narrowed. He’s waiting for you to bob back up to the surface, to exhale and wipe your eyes now that they’re clean of blood. “C’mon, baby.”

He imagines something is wrong--that the killer somehow found you in the lake, as ridiculous and sleep-deprived a thought that is. He imagines blood and bubbles and flesh and you resurfacing just to scream his name before you’re pulled back under. He’s so tired, so scared just thinking about it, that his palms begin to sweat.

Ignoring all the ruckus of the kids behind him, he stands with his hands firmly on the shotgun. He has half a mind to stomp out there and pull you out of the water, but then you finally come up and oh. You’re fine. Totally and completely fine.

He glances behind him--everyone is settling in. The kids are playing. Phoenix is with Bob. You’re probably the one that needs the most protection right now, anyway, all alone out there. So, he very quietly slinks out the door and starts for the shore.

You can hear him coming--somehow, you just know that it’s Jake. Maybe because he likes to get you when you’re alone or maybe because you just know what his footsteps sound like on the gravel.

But either way, you know he’s there, watching you wash off.

“Can we talk?” He asks softly.

“Yeah,” you answer, not looking at him. You’re picking the blood out from under your fingernails. “Go ahead.”

Jake sighs. He’s thinking about how you yelled at him--how he felt like a kicked dog after. You were right, of course. He needed to calm down, grow up, realize there are bigger things in life than what’s going on between you and Bradley and himself.

“Listen, I…” he trails, scratching the back of his head. But he can’t think of anything to say.

“I don’t want to talk about me and you or me and Bradley, alright? So, if that’s your prerogative, then just march on back to the mess hall,” you say. Your tone is even and quiet.

You turn your face so he can see your profile against the dying sky. He’s already looking at you, shirt crumpled and face soft and hair messy.

“Okay,” he answers. He doesn’t wanna leave you. “Can I sit down?”

If you weren’t so exhausted, you’d tell him he can do whatever he wants on account of it being a free country. But instead, you nod. You just nod.

He sits on the rocks with the shotgun across his lap, sniffing and digging his fingers into the soil.

“Are you pissed?” You ask finally. You aren’t looking at him again, busy scratching blood off your calves.

“About what?” He asks, brows furrowed.

“That I slept with Bradley,” you whisper.

“Thought you didn’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly.

You shrug, sighing.

“Changed my mind,” you whisper. “I just…I wanna get on the same page, you know? I feel like I’ve been so confused and everything’s just been so--so…muddled. Best to just get it all out there, right?”

What you mean is: above it all, all the shit and the gore and the horror, you don’t want Jake to be mad at you. You don’t want to wreck what you had. And you just don’t know what you’re doing.

“Not pissed,” Jake answers. “Confused, maybe.”

“Why?” You ask.

“‘Cause of our night together,” he answers. “I thought things…changed that night.”

“They did,” you insist, brows furrowed. “I mean, I thought they did.”

“Then why him?”

You turn to him and finally, he can look at you. You aren’t slathered in blood anymore. You’re washed off now--as washed off as the lake water can get you.

“Because you can only look at me when I’m clean.”

Jake swallows hard. He doesn’t want it to be true, but he knows that in your private way, it is. He can’t look at blood and you’ve been covered in it for hours and hours.

“I can’t help it,” he says. He sounds like he’s pleading.

“I know,” you answer. Casting your gaze back on the rippling water, you bite your lip. “I know.”

“Are you…in love with him?” He asks. His heart is in his throat.

“I’m not in anything with anyone,” you tell him. It’s a half-truth, you think. You could be in love with Bradley easily--very easily. But you’re standing on that edge, your toes just barely breaching the murky air. You won’t fall. You won’t let go. “Are you in love with me?”

Jake laughs--it’s short and humorless.

“Baby, look at you. Of course I’m in love with you.”

You nod, a smile tugging on your lips.

“What are we gonna do?”

Jake almost says love each other. Be together. But then he realizes that you mean right now, right here. What are you going to do to stay alive?

“Maybe Bradley and Javy found something,” he says. “Like, a radio or something.”

“Fat chance,” you answer.

And then you wash the last of the blood off your skin and start to wade back towards Jake--the sun is almost entirely set now. Your fingers are numb when you think about so many of your co-counselors being out there in the dark, thick woods.

Jake stands up, leaving the gun on the rocks beside the two of you. You’re soaking wet and the air is getting cooler--he knows your skin must be goosed, he knows your scalp must be prickling.

“Here,” he offers, opening his arms. He watches you, your lips a tint bluer than they were before, eye him carefully with all the skepticism of a mutt eyeing the dogcatcher. Then he rolls his eyes and beckons you closer with a cut nod of his head. “C’mon, you’re freezing.”

You submit then because you are freezing. You’re freezing and you’re exhausted and you’re scared and you feel like nothing in the world is going your way.

Falling into his arms, you bury your cold nose in his chest and inhale him. He smells like he always does, like deodorant and sweat and grass--but mainly sweat and grass. It’s a good smell, one you inhale as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. And you remember that just a few days ago, being in his arms was good. Comforting. Warm. Safe. Soft. But now everything is different. Everything is gone. Everyone is gone--or at least, that’s what it feels like.

“Jesus, your nose is an icicle,” Jake says, holding the back of your head and pushing your face further into his chest. “You’re shivering.”

But you’re not shivering just because you’re cold. You’re shivering because you’re suddenly crying so hard that you can hardly breathe. Your shoulders are shaking and your spine is curved and your eyes are wet. You don’t even know when the dam broke, when you started sobbing, but you are. You’re so exhausted that your cries are silent.

He’s stroking your back as the bullfrogs begin singing, his hands warm against your soaked clothing. But then he feels how warm your face is suddenly, how quiet you are. He’s just about to ask if you’re alright when you suck in a deep, quivering breath and sob into his chest.

He’s never seen you cry before. You’re level-headed, cool, calm, collected. It must mean something, Jake decides, that you’re falling apart right here and now in his arms. It must mean something--it has to.

Jake isn’t going to say anything. He doesn’t know what to say right now that would make you feel any better. He just holds you close, holds you tight. You’re fisting his shirt and he’s stroking your hair. And because he’s a weak man, because he’s a weak man who is in love with you, he sinks his face into your hair and breathes you in.

You are hardly clean right now and he’s able to do this. He thinks, if he really tries, if he keeps being in love with you, he’ll be able to stomach anything just to look at you.

“Jake,” you whimper. “Jake, I feel like--I feel like we’re being punished for something awful.”

He tuts softly, stroking your hair gently.

“Whatcha mean, baby?” He asks quietly. “Who’s punishing us? For what?”

“God,” is all you can manage to choke.

You don’t know why you feel like this, why you feel like something bigger than you, than everyone, is punishing you. But it is an ever-present knot in your gut.

“Shh,” he whispers. “You’re just tired, baby. That’s all.”

But now a rock sinks in his belly.

♀

Jake is sitting on the ground by the mess hall doors, the shotgun laying just beside him. It’s late now--so late that there’s not even a speck of light outside. He’s been the one checking in with Payback and Fanboy every half hour, he’s been the one sitting up and watching the doors, he’s been the one peering over his shoulder at the slumbering campers in their sleeping bags. Phoenix is asleep with Bob in the kitchen and you--finally--laid your head down on his lap and fell asleep after he told you to lay down for the eightieth time.

“But they’re not back yet,” you said softly, glancing out the windows into the dusk. “What if something happened?”

Jake swallowed, squaring his shoulders. Your face was still puffy from crying and your hair was still wet.

“I’ll check it out if they aren’t back by midnight, okay?”

You bit your lip, considering your options. You really didn’t think it would take this long for Coyote and Bradley to go to Paul’s cabin and come back. There’s a knot in your belly and a headache behind your eyes just thinking about it. But over everything else, you’re so fucking tired. So tired that you’re delirious.

“Okay,” you whispered. “But you’ll wake me up if you go, right?”

“Of course,” Jake said, face serious as ever before. “C’mon. Get some shut-eye.”

The clock is racing towards midnight--only a few minutes ‘til. Jake doesn’t want to wake you up. Quite frankly, he doesn’t wanna go out there in the dark. But then he thinks of Coyote hurt--Hell, he even thinks of Bradley hurt--and a strange sense of duty tightens his sense of right and wrong.

“Mr. Jake?”

He jumps--cranes his neck to look beside him. Mable is standing there, her hands clasped before her. She’s red in the face and there are tear tracks marking her cheeks.

He’s just about to ask what’s wrong when he sees it instead--her bandage is bright red with blood.

“Oh,” he says softly. His stomach turns, his saliva grows thick. But still, he looks at Mable. “It open again?”

She nods. She had a nightmare about the Devil--the one who wanders the camp, the one who cut her with the Swiss army knife, the one who she is so petrified of. And then she woke up with her cut oozing hot, hot blood.

“Can you--can you help me?” She asks.

She sees you, clear as day, sleeping on Jake’s lap. She would much prefer if you helped her bandage the cut, but she doesn’t want to wake you. And she knows, somehow, that Jake doesn’t wanna wake you either.

“Sure,” Jake says after a few moments of silence. “Like, just…reapply the bandage?”

Mable shrugs. Right. She’s a kid.

So, as carefully as Jake can, he slips out from under you, carefully laying your head on the wool blanket you’re laying on. And then he leaves the shot gun behind, ventures to one of the tables where you set up your nurse’s station. Mable follows behind him, wiping her face.

“So…a bandage, probably. And maybe some cotton, right?” He glances at her. She shrugs again. “Didn’t you watch her bandage you?” Jake asks.

“No,” Mable says quietly. “I was scared.”

Jake nods. He gets it.

“Well, okay. Um…just--why don’t you take off your bandage and put it on the table.”

He’s preparing himself--steeling his gut, straightening his shoulders, taking a few deep breaths when he starts to feel lightheaded.

Mable unwraps her wound--a few deep red drops of blood fall onto the floor. Jake squints, lips wrinkled as he tries his hardest not to start gagging.

“Good,” he says weakly. He presses cotton to the wound and sighs in relief for a moment--at least he can’t see it anymore. But then he can feel it--hot and velvety beneath the pads of his fingers. “Shit--uh, alright. Yeah. You hold it there, okay?”

Mable does as she’s told.

Jake struggles with the bandage for a second, unraveling it before wrapping it around Mable’s thin arm a few times. The cotton bulges beneath it, but at least he can’t see the slice anymore.

He holds the bandage in place then glances at Mable, who’s already looking at him.

“Now what?” He asks quietly.

“The tape,” she whispers, nodding to the roll on the table.

“Right,” he says. He smiles weakly. “I knew that.”

He rips the tape with his teeth, carefully applying it to the jagged end of the bandage while Mable watches carefully.

“There,” he offers quietly. “All better, right?”

She nods, examining the shoddy work. It surely isn’t as good as it is when you do it, but it’ll do. It’ll do.

There’s a pause between the two of them. Jake is proud of himself--he bandaged a bleeding kid all by himself. He almost wants to wake you up just to tell you that he did it. And if he can do that, he’s certain he can do anything else. Mable is chewing on her lip now, too afraid to go back and lay down, but still sleepy.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Mable whispers. “When I said he was coming for you.”

Jake swallows hard, shrugs.

“All in the past,” he sighs.

She struggles for a moment, sniffling.

“But I wasn’t lying,” she tells him. She looks at his face--his furrowed brows, his twisted lips. “He still is.”

Jake isn’t mad exactly. But he’s scared and he’s tired and he wants this to be over and done with.

“Why?” Jake asks because he knows it’s no use arguing. “Why me?”

“Because he wants all of us and you know how to shoot the gun.”

In your restless slumber, you’re standing outside in the middle of the courtyard. You’re by yourself, covered in blood again, feet planted firmly in the gravel. It’s dark and windy and the waves of the lake are crashing against the white stone uncarefully.

There’s a sense of something, like a sheer curtain shielding a sunny day, that you can’t quite put your finger on other than it is the feeling of loss. Everyone is dead and gone. Only you are left, all by yourself, barefoot in the onyx night.

In your hands is the shotgun, but even it is slimy with blood--you can hardly get your grip on it. Rage and terror are fighting inside your cut--so vicious that bile is rising up your throat.

And there, standing before the lake with that wicked curve in its neck, is the entity. It is as dark and fleshy as ever before, looming over you and everything else as it takes deep and rapid breaths. You don’t know how you know, but you know that its face is covered in blood, you know that it is waiting for you to make the first move.

You’re going to fight it. Just you and just it.

The wind is blowing something wicked. You’re scrambling to find the safety. The entity is twitching, snarling, snapping its teeth. It wants to press is mouth to yours, it wants to breath in your scent as it blunges a claw through your throat, it wants to feel the life drain out of you like it felt the life drain out of your friends--

The mess hall door rips open and the sound of clattering footsteps rips you out of your nightmare. And in the dim light, in your haze of upset and in your frenzy of panic, you sit up and reach for the shotgun beside you. Jake is gone--you don’t know where he is--but you know that you have to protect what you have.

“Don’t fucking move!” You scream, cocking the shotgun and pressing the safety off. You’re still blinking yourself awake as you scramble to stand. “Get the fuck--!”

Bradley blinks at you--Coyote’s eyes are wide.

The barrel of the shotgun is aimed directly at them.

“Whoa, whoa!” Jake calls, hurrying over to your rigid form and Bradley and Coyote. “Hey, hotshot, put the gun down!”

Still in shock, you lower the weapon. Your heart is racing. Your mouth is dry.

“I’m sorry,” you say, shaking your head, swallowing hard. “God, fuck--I’m so…I’m so sorry.”

Jake takes the gun from your hands, stroking your hair as you stumble back. Your fingers are numb with panic.

“Jesus Christ,” Bradley gasps, eyes narrowed at you. “Were you gonna fucking shoot us?”

“No!” You answer, shaking your head. “No, I was just--I panicked. I didn’t know it was you coming in.”

“Well, it’s not like you gave us a secret knock,” Bradley hisses.

“I know,” you say, holding your face.

“Christ, we’ve been busting our asses out there, running through the woods with a killer on the loose--and we come back to that?” Bradley cries. “Way to show your gratitude, Gale.”

He isn't calling you Birdie.

“Lay off her, man,” Coyote insists, clapping Bradley’s shoulder. “We have bigger fish to fry.”

Bradley looks at you long and hard--the way you’re holding your face, the way Jake is standing beside you like he belongs there. He’s burning from earlier still--angry at himself and at you and at Jake.

“Here,” Bradley says, throwing a flurry of newspaper articles and papers at you and Jake. “Read ‘em and weep.”

Coyote scoffs, slapping Bradley on the back of the head.

“Don’t be a dick, man,” Coyote insists.

“Fuck off,” Bradley grumbles. “They need to read ‘em.”

“I didn’t know it was you!” You insist. “I never would’ve--Bradley, I wouldn’t--!”

“--I really don’t care right now,” Bradley interrupts, holding a palm up to you. “Read the newspapers.”

With quivering hands and wet eyes, you lean down and grab the newspapers. They’re old--yellowed and stained. The scent of old ink floods your nose as Jake claps Coyote on the shoulder.

“Glad you’re back,” Jake tells him. “I was just about to send out the troops.”

Coyote smiles weakly--he’s more afraid now than he was before. Not even just because they finally made their way back to camp, but because of what him and Bradley found.

You’re reading as fast as you can, your brows furrowed, your stomach at your feet.

HORROR AT CAMP ARCADIA. July 19th, 1957.

“What…?” You whisper.

Bradley is watching you with his hands on his hips.

“Paul’s cabin was ransacked. He wasn’t there. God, there was--there was shit everywhere. And a fucking bulletin board full of shit like this.”

“What is it?” Jake asks, brows furrowed.

Phoenix peers out from the kitchen, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“What’s going on?” She whispers.

“What’s going on is that some shit went down in 1957. You know--like it’s going on now. Like, a guy running around fucking killing type shit. Read it.”

Your stomach is in knots.

“‘All seven of the camp counselors and the camp nurse were found brutally slain on camp grounds’,” you read aloud, your voice quivering. You’re lightheaded suddenly, choking on panic. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Great Oaks Gazette,” Coyote answers. “As in…it’s real.”

“What do you mean?” You ask. “This is--Jake, isn’t this the story you told at the bonfire?”

Jake swallows hard, eyes wide.

“I thought it was--Jesus, I thought it was just some spooky story.”

“Well, it’s not,” Bradley answers. “It happened. Like, it happened here thirty fucking years ago.”

“‘The maniac’…” you whisper. Then you have to close your eyes and breathe through a bout of nausea. “Christ…what the fuck is going on?”

“He’s here,” Coyote answers. “Whoever did that--he’s here.”

“Except that he isn’t really ‘cause he was found dead, too,” Bradley says. “So, someone who knew about him is pretending to be him. And they’re trying to pick us off one by one.”

“People got murdered here?” Phoenix asks, clutching another newspaper clipping. “Like--here? Camp Arcadia?”

“Catch up,” Bradley snaps at her. “A whole staff. Just like us. Seven camp counselors and one nurse.”

Coyote nods stiffly.

“Two girls and five boys,” you whisper softly. “Just like us.”

“Yeah,” Bradley confirms. “Just like us.”

Jake’s head is spinning. He grips your shoulder, his eyes wide.

“My God,” he mutters. “I didn’t know…I thought…”

That’s when all the bottled-up rage from today, all the fear and the horror, surfaces in Bradley’s chest in a puddle of red. He turns to Jake, his eyes narrowed.

“How did you hear the story?” Bradley asks him, suddenly turning towards him. “Like, where did you hear about it?”

Jake’s brows furrow.

“I…I don’t remember,” he answers honestly. “I feel like I’ve just--like I’ve just always known about it.”

“Why?” Bradley continues, narrowing his eyes. “None of us knew about it.”

“C’mon,” Phoenix says, glancing between Jake and Bradley. “Cool it.”

You’re too stunned to realize how lethal this argument between Bradley and Jake is going to be. If you were less shocked, less hurt, less tired, you would see in their eyes just how bad things are about to get. You would see it in Bradley’s red chest and Jake’s clenched fists.

“No, no,” Bradley says. “‘Cause while we were out there, trying to get some fucking answers about what’s going on, I kept thinking about it. No one answered me earlier when I asked who would hike all the way out here. Shit, who knows we’re even out here, right?”

“Someone who knows about Gwyar,” Phoenix says. His name tastes bitter on her tongue. “Someone from town. I don’t know.”

“Right. You don’t know,” Bradley says, not ripping his gaze from Jake. “I’ll bet it was someone who knew about Gwyar, too.”

The tips of Jake’s ears are bright red. His face contorts in rage as he scoffs at Bradley.

“The fuck are you saying, man?” Jake asks.

Bradley smiles.

“I’m saying that maybe you’re the one who’s trying to slice and dice us.”

“Fuck off,” you hiss at Bradley, stepping closer to the two of them. “You’re not helping!”

“Oh, I’ve been helping,” Bradley insists. “I put my ass on line to get this information--but Jake already knew it, right? You already knew.”

“It was just a story!” Jake insists.

“Except that it wasn’t,” Bradley says. The toes of his tennis shoes are grazing Jake’s now. The men are eye-level, each of their gazes fiery as they stare at another. “You know, I was thinking on the way back: how could it be him? And then shit started to add up, you know? The stars really aligned.”

Coyote is stunned into silence. Bradley never verbalized any of this on their trek back.

“Fuck off,” you say again. You attempt to get between them when Bradley suddenly juts an arm out and puts it in the middle of your chest. “Hey-!”

“Stay back,” Bradley says. “I think we found our killer.”

“You can’t just say that, man,” Coyote says. “You need to check yourself.”

“Where did you find the ax?” Bradley asks Jake. Jake swallows hard. “Right…your cabin. I remember now. And the Swiss army knife--that was in the bus barn, right? You found it. Didn’t he, Coyote?”

“You’re making something out of nothing,” Coyote spits. “Leave him alone.”

You’re watching the two men with your heart in your throat. This display of aggression, of dominance, is making your throat tight with anger.

Jake’s grip tightens on the gun.

“He can’t stand the sight of blood,” you say. “How’s he gonna chop Bob’s arm off?”

“You know, did anyone ever know that Jake was in his school’s musicals?” Bradley asks. He recalled it during the long walk back through the dark woods--that tiny detail Jake shared a few summers back when he’d had one too many, slurring the lyrics to Suddenly Seymore. “‘Cause I remember that.”

“Mr. Jake isn’t afraid,” Mable pipes up from behind everyone, her heart in her chest. From afar, she thinks that she’s coming to his defense. A sudden loyalty for Jake has sprouted in her chest. She holds her hands on her hips, then juts her arm out towards everyone. “He isn’t afraid of anything. He wrapped my arm back up.”

Fuck.

“Convenient,” Bradley sneers. “You can handle the sight of blood when all of us aren’t looking, huh? What else you doing when we’re not looking?”

“Bradley, you’re way out of line,” Coyote says.

“And didn’t you tell me that you were gonna kill me? Like, a few hours ago?”

“That’s taken way outta context!” Jake demands. “You were fucking--you were--!”

“--I was what? Talking about your girl? And you didn’t like that?”

Bile rises in your throat.

“What are you talking about?” You demand. “Both of you--just--just quit it!”

But they aren’t quitting it. They’re stepping closer to each other, not ripping their gazes from each other.

“Coyote heard it,” Bradley says. “Didn’t you, Coyote?”

Coyote doesn’t answer. He did hear Jake say it--but he knows…or at least, he thinks he knows, that Jake would never hurt anyone. He wasn't being serious. He was just angry.

Jake glances at Coyote, whose face is pulled together in agony.

“C’mon,” Jake says. “You know I didn’t mean it.”

Your blood runs cold.

“You said you were gonna kill Bradley?” You whisper.

“He was talking about you,” Jake insists, incredulous.

You turn your back on the two men, reeling. Your heart is beating out of your chest. What the fuck is going on?

“You fuck,” Phoenix sneers. Her emotions are running high, her heart is ripping apart in her chest every moment she has to watch Bob settle in an agonizing slumber. “Did you fucking hurt Bob?”

“No,” Jake gasps. “Phoenix--you know me. C’mon. We all know each other! I would never hurt Bob!”

“Yeah, but you’d threaten to kill me,” Bradley insists. “You’re a man of your word, right? Maybe you thought Bob was me.”

“We need to calm down,” Coyote says. “Let’s--fuck, let’s put the gun down and just talk this through?”

Jake snaps his head in Coyote’s direction, rage burning the tips of his fingers.

“Put the gun down?” Jake asks, gaping. “You think I’m gonna…you think I’m gonna hurt someone?”

Coyote is sorrowful as he shrugs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know what’s going on!” Coyote cries. “No one does!”

“I do,” Bradley interrupts. “It’s you, isn’t it? You were gonna shoot me earlier today, too. I heard the safety click off.”

“What?” You whisper. You look at Jake, who is looking like he’s about to start scrambling for purchase. “What did you do?”

“No, I didn’t!” He looks at you--all that hurt in your eyes is making his chest ache. “Gale, baby, you’ve gotta believe me! I would never do that! You know me! You know me!”

Bradley steps between the two of you.

“Leave her out of it,” he sneers. “Give me the gun.”

Jake tightens his grip on the gun.

“No,” he says, shaking his head firmly. “I didn’t hurt anyone.”

“Jake,” Phoenix says, sobbing. “Give him the fucking gun!”

“No!” Jake yells, stepping back. “No, I won’t give Bradley the gun.”

“Then give it to me,” you say quietly. Your face is softer now, your brows pulled together in anguish and your face twisted in confusion. “Give it to me, Jake. It’s okay.”

In this tizzy, you’ve hardly thought about what’s real and what isn’t. Everything feels real and nothing feels real. You’re living a waking nightmare, you’re having nightmares when you close your eyes. You’re losing. Everywhere you turn, everywhere you look, there’s blood.

“Gale…” Jake says. He’s crying now, staring at you. “I didn’t do it.”

“Okay,” you whisper, stepping closer to him. “I believe you. Give me the gun.”

Jake’s palms are sweaty.

“Give it to her!” Phoenix sobs. “Jake, give her the fucking gun!”

Jake gives you the gun and you take it slowly, not breaking your gaze from him. And then you swallow hard and look around at everyone. You’re just about to tell everyone to calm down, about to say that you should all calmly talk about what’s going on, when Bradley suddenly jumps on Jake.

“What are you doing?” You scream at the two men. The campers start to russell in their sleeping bags, start to sit up. “What are you fucking doing?!”

Coyote is panicking, holding his hands on top of his head.

“Stop!” Coyote yells.

The two men are a blur. It’s fists and blood and legs and hair until Jake is laid out flat on his belly and Bradley is sitting on top of him.

“Get the fuck off me!” Jake demands. “You stupid son of a bitch! You fuck!”

“We need to talk about this,” you cry. “Stop it! Stop it, Bradley!”

“He’s gonna hurt someone else,” Bradley hisses at you, pressing his knees into Jake’s back. “He can’t be in here with us.”

“What?” You screech. You’re quivering. “We don’t know that he did it! We don’t know what’s happening! He just--Christ, he just heard a story, okay?”

“And he found the weapons. And he said he was gonna kill Bradley,” Phoenix says. She wipes her face, stares down at Jake. “I don’t want him in here.”

You turn to her, flabbergasted. Phoenix, the pillar of maturity and level-headedness, suggesting that Jake be cast out when there’s a slasher on the loose. Your knees nearly buckle.

“Phoenix,” you whisper quietly. Your throat is too choked to say anything else.

“Please don’t do this,” Jake cries, stills struggling beneath Bradley. “Please, please don’t fucking do this!”

“Get off of him,” Coyote snaps, pulling Bradley’s shoulder. “He isn’t hurting anyone!”

“Not right now,” Bradley says. “But he could start again. Any fucking time.”

All the campers are standing now, watching the showdown.

“You’re a son of a bitch,” you snap at Bradley. “Get the fuck off him!”

“Why? So he can kill you? So he can kill me? Not a fucking chance, birdie.”

Panicked, you shove Bradley’s shoulder. It’s enough to rock him but not enough to move him. And before Bradley can shove you away from him, Coyote’s gripping your elbow and pulling you beside him.

“So, what? What do you wanna do now, Bradley? Wanna stick him outside? Fuck you!” Coyote says.

“We’ll lock him in a cabin,” Bradley says. “No harm, no foul.”

“You’re gonna kill me,” Jake screams. “You’re trying to fucking kill me!”

It’s clear as day to you suddenly, reality. Jake wouldn’t hurt anyone. Jake didn’t do this. Jake would never hurt you. He would never hurt Bradley. Jake wouldn’t hurt anyone. It isn’t him. It isn’t him.

“Please get off of him,” you cry. You’re sinking to your knees, still holding the shotgun in your hands.

“Get her outta here, Phoenix,” Bradley says. “She’s hysterical.”

“Fuck you,” you mutter, spitting at him. “I hate you!”

“Yeah, yeah, you hate me so much for keeping you alive! I get it! That’s the thanks I get, baby!” Bradley sneers at you. “Nix--take her.”

Phoenix wraps her arms around you, carefully tugging you up. You are shaking your head, crying, scrambling. But then Coyote is tugging you up, too. He nods towards the kitchen.

You keep fighting, keep trying to get back to Jake and Bradley, when Coyote suddenly holds both of your cheeks in his hands. His nose grazes yours and his eyes are open and honest.

“Bob needs you,” Coyote says very seriously. “Okay? You gotta keep your head. It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to Jake, alright? I promise.”

You don’t feel any better about it, still choked up on anger and grief, but you allow Phoenix to tug you back towards the kitchen. And just as you’re about to cross the threshold, Jake’s cries still echoing inside of the mess hall, you look at Bradley. For one moment, just a fleeting thing like the flap of a hummingbird’s wing, you see it: he winks at you. Or at least you think you see it.

“C’mon,” Phoenix whispers to you. “Let them do it. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Fuck off,” you mutter to her, voice trembling. You break from her grip. “You know it isn’t him! You know it.”

The kitchen door swings shut.

Bob’s feverish body lay crumpled on the floor. Phoenix looks at your face, her own stained with furious tears.

“No, I don’t,” she says quietly. “But I know that my best friend in the whole fucking world is dying. And I want someone to pay. I don’t care if you’re fucking him or not.” Offended, you gape at her. She stares back at you. “Look outside your feelings for him,” she insists, softer now. “Don’t be one of those girls who wears horse-blinders when it comes to men.”

Horse-blinders.

“I’m not,” you spit. “I just know he didn’t do it.”

“How?” She asks, voice hard.

You can’t answer.

“Right,” she answers. “‘Cause your word is lord.”

The room is quiet. You stare at each other, chests heaving.

“I don’t wanna fight,” you tell her, shoulders sloping. “I’m…I’m fucking scared.”

“Me either,” Phoenix says. She wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you tell her. “But I don’t think he did it.”

She nods.

“Okay. We’ll see.”

Bradley throws Jake into his own cabin, the one he shared with the littles. Jake is bright red, cursing Bradley, shaking his head at him.

“Fuck you,” Jake sneers as Bradley stands in the doorway with his arms crossed. “You’re trying to get me killed, you fuck!”

“Look, man,” Bradley says. “I’m just trying to keep everyone else alive.”

And before Jake can respond, Bradley is slamming the door shut and locking it from the outside. Coyote watches with his head hung, his heart racing. Fuck. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Nothing was supposed to be like this.

“Hey, man,” Coyote calls to Jake. “I’ll…I’ll check in on you every thirty, alright?”

“Fuck off,” Jake sneers, pacing the length of the dark cabin. Panic has seized his heart. “I’ll be dead by the fucking morning.”

“Drama, drama,” Bradley says, rolling his eyes. “Don’t let him out, okay?”

Coyote nods, not looking up.

Jake sits on the floor, burying his head in his knees. Fuck. Fuck.

“I’m gonna die,” Jake whispers. Coyote still hears him. “You’re fucking killing me, man.”

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What about a fic where reader is Evan’s sister and gets into a bad car accident? Lots of angst but also some fluff please. 🫶🫶

slipping through my fingers - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x sister!reader (a lot of maddie too 🩶)

a/n: i have an eddie diaz oneshot in the drafts currently that i’ve been debating on posting. it contains a pretty sensitive subject, so i really wanted to get it right. it was inspired by another request, along with another show. i hope you enjoy this and i’ll keep on writing some more for you guys :))

y/n could say growing up with as the youngest buckley wasn’t the easiest task. the consistency of begging for attention was draining from the start. going above and beyond for just a grain of appreciation was the default in their house. she was repeatedly looked through, almost as if she wasn’t there due to her parents grief.

she had come after buck in a desperate attempt to be able to save david, but failed in the end. he was gone too soon, so therefore, y/n was almost like a chore. sure, her parents loved her, but she wasn’t the child they wanted. dealing with the discovery of why she wasn’t loved enough was just as bad as experiencing it. maddie was in boston with doug, and buck had gone onto his own adventures. meanwhile y/n was stuck at home with nowhere to go and no plans of leaving. she dreamed about it, though. she heard about buck moving to los angeles and immediately wanted to be with him. she was almost done with college, and after that, she packed up her diploma and degree and flew away.

life in california was amazing. she had friends, she was loved, and she had no reminders of the lonesomeness she felt at home. for once, she was able to make a home out of where she was. maddie was safe, and it felt like they were a fixed version of their family.

out of the pure intentions in her heart, y/n invited her distant parents back to LA. with maddie expecting a new baby, and the years of a few texts, there was a new hope that maybe things could be turned around. it wouldn’t change their childhood experiences, but maybe they could heal them. maddie was on board, but buck was still skeptical. their words were like knives and the scars couldn’t be helped. he showed up anyway, wanting to give maddie and her baby the opportunity to have a life with them.

they travelled six hours, and chimney and maddie were gracious enough to host a dinner for everyone. maddie received hugs and gifts as buck and y/n were kind of nudged away. when maddie got her baby box that her parents had from when they were kids, buck and y/n had just become dusty figures. they didn’t say anything, at least not about that.

an explosive speech from buck had ignited from the judgmental words from their parents, causing him to be begging for love and expressing his inner teenage self. he had removed himself from the dining room of the apartment, and y/n sat in her seat, slumped over with her head in her hands.

“god, can you guys please just do something other than reprimand us?” y/n breaks the awkward silence.

“we were just speaking, y/n!” says their father. “if evan wants to storm out, let him.”

“well, maybe he wouldn’t have stormed out if you didn’t nit-pick ever part of his life.”

“you invited us, y/n. i don’t know what you want us to say. you know what we went through-“

“and you think that’s an excuse? if so, it’s a shitty one and we all know it. no parent should have to say goodbye to a child, but no child needs to go unloved because they don’t care anymore. and you didn’t even bat an eye when he begged you to ‘love him anyway’. so if you want to sit here, and tear down everything we have build from your actions, be our guest.”

“you always defend your siblings, y/n. you guys have never once put yourself in our shoes!” their mother cries out.

“oh, trust me, we did. for over 20 years,” maddie breaks in.

“how do you think we feel, maddie? you all just packed up your stuff and ran away to leave us with nothing,” speaks their father, again.

“dad, i can’t… i can’t do this. everything i did, i did it myself. i made this life here for myself! so did maddie, so did buck. don’t go putting yourselves on a pedestal,” she begins to gather her things, and put hers and bucks dinner plates away for maddie and chimney.

“where are you going?” chimney says, trying to calm everything down and he’s definitely in the most awkward situation.

“chim, thank you for dinner and letting us come over. you’re welcome over to my place anytime. i’m sorry, but i’m going to see my brother,” y/n says, shutting the door behind her.

while maddie stays back, trying to pick up the broken pieces, y/n drives over to bucks apartment. she repeatedly calls him, making sure he’s okay and to say that she’s coming over. the roads were dark from the early sunsets of the fall, barely illuminated from the streetlights.

“buck,” she says into her phone. “i know you’re pissed off, and im sorry i arranged this. but i need to know you’re ok, so im on my way over. please call me back.”

she ends the voicemail and tries to put her phone back into the holder. it slips out of her shaky hands and onto the floor of the seat. she groans out, worried he would call her back and she wouldn’t be able to answer. she doesn’t reach down, but she looks at the phone on the floor.

a drunk, someone intoxicated with alcohol, must have been driving like a maniac. swerving through lanes with no warning and passing several signs. she tried so hard. she tried to move out of the way, but the spontaneous movements of the driver had confronted their cars head on.

the flash of white from y/n’s airbags flew out at her. the glass of her windshield was shattered, laying all over the dashboard and the seats. her head drooped onto her shoulder. the cuts on her face were stinging and the other pain in her body went unnoticeable due to shock. the soft ringtone of her phone was vibrating on the bottom of the car. the ringing in her ears caused the sound to be faded out, and she couldn’t even get it to call 9-1-1.

“maddie, hey,” buck says as maddie picks up the phone. “have you, uh, tried calling y/n? she left me so many calls and now she won’t answer.”

“no, i haven’t. she said she was coming to see you,” maddie replies, confused.

“where’s mom and dad?”

“the hotel, they left soon after her.”

buck pulls his phone away from his ear and the buzzing on his hand. y/n’s name appears across the screen. “oh, she’s calling me know,” he hangs up the phone and answers it to a bone-chilling sentence.

“is this evan buckley?” a deep, unknown voice asks in bucks ear.

y/n was awake in the ambulance, hearing all the chaos and jargon around her. she knew she’d never hear the end from buck, being a firefighter. she begged them to let him know, telling them repeatedly, “my brother works at the 118,” and how maddie is a dispatcher.

she was wheeled into the hospital on her stretcher, collar on and a big bandage around her waist for a massive piece of glass in her abdomen. “y/n buckley, 27, three-car pileup with an oblique fracture to the tibia and penetration wound to the abdomen, likely to not have hit any major organs.” and before she knew it, she was sped into the trauma rooms and given more morphine. she just wanted her brother and sister. not all these doctors or her parents.

buck picked up maddie on the way to the hospital, not thinking twice before smashing the gas pedal down. he ran through those doors like a strike of lighting, being seen in one place and somewhere else the next. he forced her name out to the nurse as maddie caught up to him. “relation to the patient?”

“brother, and sister,” he says, impatiently, both hands flat on the counter.

the nurse typed rapidly on her computer. “she’s in surgery, honey. but she’s stable.”

buck puffs out a sigh of relief as maddie grabs his arm, leading him to the waiting room. almost all of the 118 was in this hospital, like she was a firefighter herself. chimney had brought hen, and eddie had come as well as bobby. athena had told bobby, as she was the one who arrested the man who caused the crash.

buck tries to calm himself down remembers all the times he tried to one-up her and smiles at the memories. he and maddie exchange small and sweet memories of their little sister, as her life remains in the hands of someone else.

“hey,” maddie nudges him, trying to think of something to cheer him up. “remember when she stole 20’s out of our wallet to buy us christmas gifts?”

buck giggles a bit, “yeah, and then we tried playing tag, so we spun her around a ton of times and hid inside until she just sat there.”

“and then she fell down the stairs from being so dizzy,” maddie smiles.

“ruthless!” chim interrupts, sitting next to maddie.

“you know you two are what made it so hard to leave.”

“i know. imagine having to leave her all alone with mom and dad, though. she’s gotta be ok, maddie.”

“she will, buck. no one’s getting rid of her that easy.”

the doctor with a scrub cap on comes walking into the waiting room, followed by a few interns and others. “buckleys?”

maddie and buck shoot out of their seat first, and chimney and hen follow soon after like a train. “oh, my bad.” hen says, pulling her and chim back down to sit.

“what’s goin’ on, doc?”

“y/n will be fine. she had a fracture in her leg which we fixed up. she’ll need some help getting around, but she’ll be good as new,” the doctor informs.

they knew she would make it out, but hearing it being confirmed by the doctor made it so much more real. buck was speechless, not being able to mutter out any words. “can we see her?” maddie asks.

“you can, she’s still sedated from anesthesia and intubated, but cynthia, here, can lead you to the room.”

seeing y/n’s fragile and hurt body on the bed was an agonizing sight. maybe if buck hadn’t stormed out, she wouldn’t be in this bed and have come across that driver. maybe he could’ve driven her home. all the ‘if’s’ and ‘maybes’ in bucks head were floating through, thinking it’s his fault. he always takes the blame for these situations when it is completely the opposite.

buck sees tragedy every day, and maddie hears it. maddies only sister was in the small hospital room with a tube down her throat. she needed y/n there to help her, and her baby needed her aunt. buck needed his little sister, the one always there for him and forever will be. the thought of her not being there scared him to death. even though they see get rushed into the hospital or sent to the morgue every day, it will never prepare you from seeing your favorite people in that position.

buck stumbled over to the chair by the side of the bed, pulling it out for maddie to rest her aching feet. he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down and grabbing lightly onto y/n’s hand like he was scared to break it. “i don’t know if we should say something. let her know we’re here, you know.”

“she knows, evan,” maddie says, meeting bucks eyes with her own. “i know that.”

buck smiles and looks down at y/n, her chest rising and falling with the hissing of the tubes and machines. he observes the iv’s and cuts and fresh new bruises. he wants to kill whoever did this, but at the moment, his only concern is the well-being of y/n.

so, for the rest of the night, maddie and buck didn’t move from their spots once until she was awoken and the tube was removed. they held her hand, and when y/n was awoken, she knew she was safe from the hands that were tangled with hers.

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𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑰𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Paid story for @sardonic-the-writer. Word Count: 1k Warnings: walkers, killing, killing walkers... mentions of violence, otherwise it’s pretty fluffy

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The air was warm outside, Rick and the others were hard at work, sweating and grunting. They were building traps for Walkers. Animal traps really, but it was better than wasting bullets or having them get too close.

You had just come back from helping Glenn on a run. Supplies had been low for a while, so it was time for you him to go back out. However, you had gotten close to the soft-hearted man. His friendliness wasn’t a ploy, or a mask. Glenn was genuine.

So, it was hard to leave his side. Because everyone else seemed too … off … or rather, mysterious. Like they had shadows and deep regrets that didn’t make them trustworthy in their core. Except for Glenn and … Daryl.

You had a crush on the red neck ever since you came with Rick’s group to Hershel’s farm.

Your fondness started when you realised just how much passion he had for trying to find Sophia. It was admirable.

But your beginnings weren’t kind.

Eight, your German Shephard ran the dirt road back to the farm, barking happily as he saw Daryl. They too didn’t have a very good beginning.

The old factory had been run down for years before the time of the Walkers. And being homeless before that made it easy to survive in this new world. It had been your home for a year; sleeping in a hammock, eating out of canned soup and at times, stealing from venders. Eight had always been a good companion. A good look out, and an even better fighter.

When Rick’s group had found you, it was his decision to take you with them. Shane and Daryl were firmly against it, while Glenn, T-Dogg and the rest were in the green.

And that’s how you came to be here. The farm wasn’t a bad place to be, a hundred times better than the factory. One of your favourite things was watching Eight run around the open fields, his tongue flapping, tail wagging. It was one of the things that made both you and Daryl smile. Although, whenever someone noticed Daryl smiling his instant response was to drop it.

“Find anything good?” Maggie came up beside you, throwing the pack over her shoulder and lugging it into the house. You and Glenn followed, each carrying your own bags of plunder.

“We found a few knives, a packet of cigarettes, dog food, for Shane –“ You interjected, and Glenn snorted in response.

The floorboards creaked as you walked up the steps, and the front door squeaked in greeting. These were one of the few noises you had gotten used to; everything else made you jump.

Unloading on the wooden kitchen table, you put everything into piles. Important, and then the rest. And then subcategories because you couldn’t help yourself. It was one of your autistic traits. The others didn’t mind, not one bit.

Maggie started putting the cans away, while Glenn put the bags back where they usually went. Everything had to go back to its usual place. In case of emergencies – and just plain curtesy.

You sat back and started taking inventory when the door swung open.

“Hey Glenn we got a lot more than wha-“

You stopped talking as soon as you saw who it was. Not Glenn. But your greasy-haired crush, Mr Dixon.

“Good run,” he stated, filing through the packets of bandages, bottles of pills and rubbing alcohol.

“Sure was,” you said in a casual voice, pretending that your heart wasn’t thumping erratically.

“Any Walkers?” you stole a glance at Daryl and his eyes flickered towards you, but only for a second.

“A few,” you answered remembering that you hadn’t looked in the mirror after coming back. There had been three of them; strays that were caught in different parts of the pharmacy. But with your knife and Glenn’s own weapon, you were fine.

“You got some…here-“ Daryl went and wet a tea towel and came back over to you. Suspiciously, Maggie and Glenn hadn’t come back inside.

He knelt down beside you and wiped away dark Walker blood from your neck and face, making sure not to be too rough.

“Must’a caught your cheek on something, It’s pretty scratched up.” You couldn’t make eye contact with him, especially not with the proximity. Being so close, you could smell the dirt, earth and sweat that emanated from Daryl. You didn’t mind it.

“Didn’t feel anything,” you replied lightly, shocked at his tenderness.

Daryl had been slowly getting used to you, and after five months he had accepted you were part of the group, as well as Eight. His prior impressions had faded away until new ones emerged; you weren’t uptight like he thought you were, just quiet. Reserved. You kept to yourself. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your sarcastic remarks.

The dining room was quiet as Daryl wiped away the remaining blood and fixed up your cut. He’d been listening to Hershel talk to Lori about how to heal and had started to know his way around mending bodies.

“Thank you,” your words came out barely above a whisper.

In a gruff voice he replied, “you’re ah, welcome.”

Getting up, he threw the tea towel in the dirty laundry and left the house, you could hear the front door swing shut.

You shook your head in confusion, mere months ago he wanted you dead. He had been adamant that you weren’t an asset. That taking you on would be a liability. And now his hands were so tender as they cleaned your face. You could still feel the warm pressure, easing the headache that you didn’t know was coming on.

Then you heard a voice whistled from behind you, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daryl … be so nice,” Glenn’s smirk made you blush. Well, blush even harder. Your cheeks already felt hot to the touch.

“He was just…I-“ You couldn’t explain it because you didn’t really understand it fully yourself. Was it just politeness? Friendship? An olive branch?

Or was it something…more?

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Halloween party (Zosan X reader)

headcannon: what a Halloween party is like with the straw hat crew.

Sanji X Zoro X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN

Warning: spooky stuff, drinking, Drinking games, bad language, making out

It was your captains idea to throw a Halloween party on the sunny and most of the crew were happy to join in. Chopper, Luffy, Brook and Nami were the most excited about it and made sure they added their own traditions into the party.

Decorations:

^ Everyone agreed on a pumpkin and bat theme so most of the decorations were jack o lanterns, paper bats, black and orange ribbons and candle lights. Franky, you and Robin help set up the decorations and lights leaving the others to do other things.

^ Luffy made sure everyone did at least one pumpkin, Luffy did a simple scary face and even though he tried to make it neat it didn't turn out that way but the jagged lines made it look much scarier, Nami joined him doing a skull, it was very neat, and yet she wasn't too happy with it so Sanji lent a hand showing her how to peal the outer later off pumpkin off leaving a thin sheet behind. She got the hang of it and ended up with a day of the dead skull.

^ Chopper and Robin worked on one together since neither of them had done this before, it was a happy pumpkin face with perfect round eyes and a big smile. they were so happy with it they decided to pick the two smallest pumpkins and do the same with those two. Chopper commented that it looks like a cute mum pumpkin with her two kids.

^ Franky and Usopp went over the top with theirs trying to do Frankenstein's monster face with actual nuts and bolts in the head, but they ended up braking their pumpkins. The weight of the nuts and bolts they put on caused the top of the pumpkin it to sink down but thanks to you and Sanji's help you managed to use small polls to hold them up. It's a little squished but still looks good and Luffy's exited face was all it took for Usopp and Franky to love their creations.

^ Of course Zoro and Sanji had to make a competition out of this, and they wanted you as the judge. You couldn't help but agree watching the two work back-to-back carving away. Kanji carved a beautiful woman's face using the technique he taught Nami to peel the outer lay off in come areas giving her perfect features, her hair was curly and had a witches hat on top. Zoro carved out a mini pumpkin in the middle being impaled by three swords on top. It was surprisingly good, you new he was good with knives and swords but had no idea he could any kind of art. You ended up saying they were both winners, they didn't like that but when you explained how you couldn't decide and complimented everything about their pumpkins they gave in.

^ Brook and you decided to do scenery ones for a change. Everyone else had created some kind of monster or face so it was only natural that you two deiced to do something different. Brook cut a tree into his pumpkin with bats flying around and a tomb stone with R.I.P on the bottom. While you decided to do an old house, it was uneven and curved over slightly but that just added to the effect.

Costumes:

^ Nami and Robin got dressed together helping each get ready. Nami put on a short orange dress with black lines going down it and a heart shaped neckline with no straps. Small pumpkin faces on the hem of the dress and green and white stripped stockings that went up to her thighs. She didn't do much make up wise but did put on a black witch hat and black high heal shoes. Robin went for more of a cute demon look, a short red turtleneck dress with long sleeves and black lace stockings going up to meet the hem of her dress and Bright red high heal shoes. Red horns on her head and black eyeliner with red lips.

^ Luffy, Chopper and Brook decide to match going with the pumpkin theme and adding skeleton with it since brook is a skeleton. All three wearing big puffy pumpkin hats and orange shorts/pants along with black and white stripped tops. Luffy got Brook to help with face paint, adding a few skull details to luffy, mainly on the nose and eyes almost like he was wearing a mask.

^ Usopp and Franky kept with Frankenstein theme, Usopp was the doctor wearing a white with grey stained lab coat, a crazy gray wig and brown pants. His socks and shoes were orange and black stripes along with his shirt. Usopp put black under his eyes and a fake scar on his cheek to make him look extra crazy. Franky painted himself blue and added scars to his face and chest and with the help of Usopp added bolts to his temples.

^ Sanji was excited to do couple consumes and picked everything out for the three of you, you and Zoro had no idea what you were gonna wear until the night of the party, you were shocked to find Sanji bringing out three Egyptian outfits giving you guys one each and helping you get changed. Your outfit was the pharaoh, a bandaged off-white top with long selves, a few bandages dangling off it, a black and gold belt attached to a long almost see threw skirt with black shorts under neath. Gold sandal with gold straps lacing up to your leg. Sanji helped put a beautiful gold necklace around your neck with a jeweled cross "You look perfect my love" he whispers into your ear before going to get himself ready.

^ You had to help Zoro out with his outfit a little. He was dressed as Anubis a black skirt going down to his knees with shorts underneath and a gold belt with a dangling fabric cross on his hip. he had no top on just a gold and black striped corset that you had to help tie, you were surprised when Zoro kept saying it was to lose, you didn't want to suffocate him, but he assured you he could take it making you blush bright red. He had the same sandals on as you and black jackal ears on his head.

^ When sanji was done he was in a Egyptian guards outfit bandages wrapped around his chest leaving his shoulder and arms exposed a black skirt going past his knees and black shorts underneath. he had gold head-wear and the same sandals as you and Zoro but with metal cuffs on his ankles and wrists. "I didn't think this threw" were the first words out of his mouth looking down at the skirt he was wearing "What? i think this is awesome. Look at us. were like royalty" you speak snapping the cook out of his depressed state "I have to say... i dont hate it" Zoro pipes in not really liking how much he likes wearing this outfit.

^ With the three of you happy with your chose's you and Sanji finish off with a bit of black eyeliner jumping on Zoro to do the same to him. he wasn't happy with you two but with both your complements and flirty looks he couldn't help but finally agree to letting you two put eyeliner on him.

Food and Drinks:

^ Sanji hates wasting food so before everyone carved their pumpkins he scooped out as much as he could use the insides and some of the skin to make different foods. The first was Pumpkin soup with cream, he didn't add too much into it but there was enough to fill a massive pot.

^ Sanji with the help of Robin made Pumpkin pie, Robin's made pie before so was happy to help when she heard thats what the cook was doing. While sanji got the pumpkin filling ready Robin made the pastry. they made three medium-sized pies topped with whipped cream and cooked pumpkin seeds.

^ You shared an old family recipe with Sanji called Pumpkin sandwich bread and helped him make it managing to use up the last of the pumpkin seeds and pumpkin guts.

^ The rest of the foods were quite simple, sugar cookies, cupcakes, meatballs, chicken legs, burgers and a vegetable platter. As for drinks Nami deiced she wanted to make the punch with help from chopper, Halloween Sangria she called it, Wine with orange juice, blood orange slices, pomegranate juice and seeds and blackberries all in a large glass bowl.

^ Sanji put out simple apple cider and lemonade. With the large table set on the grassy deck of the and with food and drink galore the party started.

Music and Dancing:

^ The radio snail was on playing all kinds of Halloween and Club music most of everyone dancing and singing along. The only people who didn't at the time were Luffy, Franky and Zoro who were either eating or drinking.

^ You and Kanji danced to the music knowing most of the moves to your favorite Halloween songs like thriller, monster mash and spooky scary skeleton.

^ Chopper is amazed by the two of you asking to teach him and it isn't long until he joins you two of you learning quickly. Robin dances with Brook doing some kind of deadly tango while Usopp and Nami dance with no care in the world.

^ Franky and Luffy join in after eating, Franky taking over from Brook wanting to dance with Robin, while Luffy swings Nami around earning a telling off from the woman.

^ With only Zoro left not dancing you try and beacon him over for him to shake his head. Sanji ends up walking over to the swords man and dragging him to the dance floor. Zoro wasn't too happy but gave in since Sanji's grip was too tight to pull off. Slowly but surly Zoro started to relax dancing with you and Sanji as the night went on.

^ An hour or so later Brook would start playing music on Luffy's request creating sort of calm moment which prompted Zoro to take you and Sanji away form the dancing. He sat with you two watching the others, food and Drinks in your hands. Zoro of course being in the middle of you two keeping you both close to him.

^ "You know i'm starting to like this outfit more and more" Sanji states leaning closer to zoro and placing a hand on Zoro's thats currently placed just under the cooks skirt, Zoro blushes not realizing thats where his hand was "I-I" The swords man tries to pull his hand away only for Sanji to pull it back down "It's ok. i like it" the cook smiles kissing zoro's cheek "Arrrr, Sanji, you made him blush how cute" you tease Zoro turning to you his cheeks redder than before "What?" his reaction made you laugh and place a hand on his exposed chest "It's ok... you don't have to be shy" you whisper loving the way Zoro's looking at you. Sanji reaches a hand up and pulls Zoro to look at him before kissing his lips, the swords man immediately leaning into the kiss and squeezing Sanji's thigh a little while you run your finger over his peck feeling his skin shiver under your touch. "Stop teasing me you two" Zoro pulls away his other hand going to the back of your neck and pulling you in to kiss him.

Games:

^ Bobbing for apples was number one on Luffy's list grabbing a large barrel and filling it with tap water before adding apples. Chopper and Nami deiced not to join in but the rest of you had a go and everyone managed to get an apple. You and Usopp had trouble but managed to get one after a while. Luffy, Brook and Zoro managed to get one on the first try zoro walking over to Sanji a look of pride on his face. Sanji took the opportunity to bite into the apple still in Zoro's mouth and thank him making the swords man blush for the second time that night.

^ Dancing competition, as much as you and Sanji wanted to join you both new it would be unfair to the others since you know a lot about dancing so instead you both judged the competition. Two people went to head after learning the dance moves to a song until there was only one winner, it surprised you and Sanji how much Chopper had learned from you two, and he ended up being the winner running into both your arms as thank you. The only person who didn't join in was Zoro refusing out right to dance unless it was with you two.

^ Beer pong, it was Nami's idea, you work in teams of two each team takes turn throwing a ball into the other team's cups. When a ball lands in a cup the opponent then drinks the contents of the cup. It keeps going until one team has no more cups left. The teams are Usopp and Nami, you and Robin, Zoro and Franky and Sanji and Brook. Luffy and Chopper sat and watched eating while the teams went head to head.

^ First up was Sanji and Brook VS Usopp and Nami. Nami cheated a little using her looks to distract the boys but you and Zoro didn't mind too much too focused on planning how you were gonna win against each other. Usopp never missed and ended up helping Nami a few times when she had to throw. Kanji was good at the game only for Nami's distraction to work and make him miss most of the time, Brook was bad at the game form the start but tried his best managing to get one ball in only for Nami to start distracting him after that. Of course Usopp and Nami won.

^ It was now you and Robin VS Zoro and Franky. Robin found it quite funny how you were so determined to beat the two boys and promised she would do what she could to help as long as it wasn't cheating. You wanted to win fare and square, it started off being a constant tie. your team would get a ball in, and then they would get the next one. Until the final three cups. Feeling a little tipsy you forced yourself to focuses, It was Franky's turn and as if the universe had answered your prayers he missed, you and Robin let out a cheer as the two boys looked at the ball in disbelief but the game still went on until you and Robin won. Zoro couldn't believe he'd lost but Sanji was super happy running over to you and lifting you into his arms "YAY Y/N ROBIN" he yelled out. You knew he would do the same if Zoro won but it was nice to have him cheer for you.

^ As the last game was getting set up Zoro walks over to you and pulls you in for a hug "You won on a fluke" he states trying to hide his prideful smile. he may have lost but you were a worthy opponent, and he loves how you can hold your own against him. You laugh in his chest wrapping your arms around him "Your only saying that because you lost" you lean up placing a kiss on his lips Zoro leaning into it and letting out an annoyed groan. "Hay love birds, are we gonna do this or not?" Nami yells out looking ready to kick your butt. You pull away and look at Sanji who's smiling down at you "I'll avenge you" the cooks smile grow at your words and leans down to kiss you "Thank you my love. My pride is safe in your hands" Sanji bows slightly taking your hand in his.

^ You and Robin battle against Nami and Usopp, the first round was a tie, neither one of you missing a cup so you had to set up another again, all four of you were very tipsy at this point being a bit more sloppy with your throws. You and Robin were starting to lose, even though usopp was clearly drunk now he still never missed. After a few more shots you and Robin were down to two more cups while Nami and Usopp were down to five. The sniper went to throw only to miss, he cheered though thinking he got it in only for Nami to freak out. "Usopp what the hell?" she yelled out grabbing the man by his shirt. She tested his eyesight finding that he was seeing double now. You and Robin had a chance to win, time and time again Usopp missed, Nami managed to get one of your cups but miss your last one.

^ You were the last to throw the ball managing to get it in the last cup with Robin holding your shoulders to stop you from swaying. With you and Robin the winners Sanji ran to you and hugged you and Robin thanking you two for avenging his pride. The others joined in while Nami yelled at Usopp who was now on the floor feeling dizzy from all the drinking.

^ After the games were done Zoro carried you in his arms to sit down, you were drunk down, your cheeks red and feeling tired. Sanji and Zoro sat with you, your cook making sure you drank water, a few minutes later you fell asleep on the sword mans lap while the two laughed and joking threw the rest of the night, taking you to bed well after 2 in the morning.

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