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joonberriess · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend, that that dick was a ten out of ten” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — threesomes, sexual objectification, yg and jk are both high, dom-sub undertones, petplay(?) yg just calls oc puppy and makes her crawl, dumbification, protected sex, pussy eating, blowjobs, reader’s in for it LMAO, cum-eating(?), it gets soft i swear

“You remember I told you about Yoongi, right baby?” Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist and gently guides you out of the car, “ ‘s not gonna take long, we’ll be in and out. I just need to pick something up.” He closes the door and tugs you with him with a hand on your ass.

You sleepily look around the parking lot mumbling about how pretty the apartments looked. “Yoongi is the one you said sells you weed?” You softly reply as you follow him into the building, “But I thought you said weed makes you dumb, ‘s why you don’t let me get you any from Jooheon.” You pout.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead, “Jooheon’s a idiot and I don’t want you near him. At least Yoongi actually sells shit worth buying.” He presses the button to the elevator, “You’ll like him baby, he’s a good friend of mine. Plus his roommate has a dog too.”

You step into the elevator with a angry little pout, “You said we would be in and out, does that mean I can’t play with the doggy?” You huff, you’re no stranger to Jungkook taking you out so late to do god knows what, but you really hope he isn’t making this a short trip because then it means you got all dressed up for nothing. :(

Jungkook kisses the pout off your face, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout, I’ll take you out after this. You think I’m gonna let your cute ass go to waste?” He teases softly as he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze.

Well, he does have a point. You ARE dressed pretty cute tonight, you had chosen to wear this pretty jean miniskirt along with your new pink tube top that had little rhinestones all over! You find yourself smiling brightly at Jungkook, “Can we go get fried chicken at that one karaoke place?”

Both of you reach Yoongi’s floor, his roommate Hoseok(?) invites the two of you in and he heads off into his room talking about needing some sleep. You coo quietly at the small dog sleeping by the TV stand all curled up into a tiny fluff ball. “He’s so cuteeee.” You whine as you bend over to get a better look at the dog.

Jungkook chuckles quietly and leaves you be, “Yoongi! Get your ass out here!” he says, disappearing down the dark hall in search of said man.

You’re left all alone in the dimly lit living room with the puppy. You’re too busy cooing over it to notice Yoongi come out from the room opposite of the hallway Jungkook went into. “So you’re the one Jungkook talks about.” Yoongi’s eyes rack down your form until they land right on your ass where your skirt rides up just a tiny bit, “Guess he wasn’t lying afterall.”

You jump a little at the new voice and turn around to look at Yoongi with puppy eyes, “You scared me!” You hold a hand over your chest, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you look like a creep.”

Yoongi snorts, “My bad sweetheart,” he holds his arms up in surrender as he licks his lips, “didn’t know it was a crime to walk in my own house.” He shakes his head and walks to the kitchen connected to the living room, “Where’d your ‘Jungkookie’ go hm? Think you can be a good girl and use that little brain of yours?”

“He went to look for you down the other hall!” You smile cheerfully and stand up a bit straighter. He eyes you silently and you make a confused noise, following his gaze down only to see he’s staring at your chest where a tiny bit of boob pops out. “Oh. Sorry,” you softly huff and mutter about your ‘stupid top’ as you fix your tits.

Yoongi nods, “Nah, nah… you’re absolutely fine..” He trails off and sips his water. Jungkook comes barreling in a few moments later and Yoongi perks up, “Oh there you are, I was just asking about you to your girl.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, “Yeah, yeah dickhead I was looking all over for you. Got my ass yelled at by Hoseok cause I was making too much noise supposedly. You got what I need or what?” He grunts, pulling you to his side.

Yoongi nods, “I just rolled one a couple minutes ago, why don’t we smoke that one first, on the house Kook you know hyung rolls the fattest blunts.” He smirks, “On the house.”

Jungkook raises a brow and looks over at you, you’re obviously lost in your own world as you coo at the now awake puppy which is hiding at your feet. “Fine, but y/n’s not smoking, got it. So don’t even fuckin offer any cause I know your ass.”

Yoongi grins, “Pinky promise.” Jungkook doesn’t miss the wink he shoots you.. Oh, so now Yoongi likes to share his blunts all of a sudden? Generous.

They get situated on the leather couch together as Yoongi lights the blunt up, taking a long drag from it and passing it off to Jungkook. You mostly ignore the two, opting to sit out with the puppy playing around and cooing at it. Yoongi watches you with darkened eyes sitting back in his seat and enjoying the sight of you looking so pretty on your knees.

“I can see you staring bitch,” Jungkook grunts and hands off the blunt back to Yoongi, “you’re not being so fucking subtle like you think you are.” He narrows his eyes.

Yoongi shrugs, all to calm for someone who just got called out, “I know a pretty ass when I see one, I’m only a man after all, sue me. Don’t worry, I won’t go near your precious y/n.”

Jungkook looks over at you, you’re sitting so pretty and clueless at the same time. He looks back at Yoongi who’s intently watching him with those cold calculated eyes which hold something akin to mischief in them. It suddenly dawns on him he’s more interested than he initially thought he was. Jungkook has a vision (which is partly owed to the weed taking over his senses and clouding his mind) and something in him wants to see just how perfect you go with Yoongi..

His beloved Yoongi hyung whose reputation was built far more worse than his own was. His hyung that fucked a plethora of women who all had one thing in common–their shared love for his tongue and fingers which apparently they referred to as heavenly and mind blowing.

“... How bad would you say that you want y/n, and none of that what are you talking about shit. I see the way you’re looking…shameless bastard.” Jungkook smirks as he takes a long hit.

Yoongi slowly tilts his head to look at you as he licks his lips, “Does little Kookie wanna watch hyung fuck his girlfriend into another universe? Is that what you like Kook, watching someone else ruin that pretty thing over there?” He grins, eyes half lidded with desire. Jungkook shivers, he’s possessive sure but something about getting to see you get wrecked right in front of him does things to him.

“You know my answer to that.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek and smirks in return.

The two carry on in silence passing the blunt back and forth. You on the other hand sit there in utter shock, frozen in your spot after hearing all those things Jungkook and Yoongi were saying about you. Yoongi gives you butterflies in your tummy, the good kind too, and hearing them talk about you like you’re not even there makes it ten times more appealing.

You slowly turn around to look at the two sitting across from you. Yoongi catches your gaze and stares right back at you with a promising grin. It has you feeling a second heartbeat down there between your thighs as you shift around and rub them together. Yoongi hands off the blunt to Jungkook and curls his finger at you in a ‘come here’ motion.

As you go to get up Yoongi stops you, “Ah, ah,” he grins evilly, “on all fours sweetheart, wanna see you crawl like a cute puppy.”

You flush under his words and slowly lower yourself back down, crawling towards Yoongi with a sway of your hips. Jungkook’s own eyes are dark and half-lidded, he watches you with close eyes and mutters something about how hot you look on all fours like that.

“There you go sweetheart, guess your little brain does work for something after all.” Yoongi pats his knee, “Right here baby, right where you belong.” The insinuation itself has your pussy creaming, clit throbbing from arousal and neglect. You’re not too sure you can survive this.

“Let’s get this flimsy thing off.” Yoongi pulls you in even closer once you’re on his lap, his (veiny) hands slithering down to your miniskirt as he begins to unbutton it for you. “Up you go,” he slaps your ass, “yeah, just like that baby, I think your Jungkookie likes what he sees.” He motions over to Jungkook.

You turn around to face Jungkook with puppy eyes, pouting even more when you see his tattooed hand rubbing over his growing erection sitting so sinfully in his sweats. He nods at you with a grin, “Be good for hyung baby, show him how much of a good girl you are.” With that in mind you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi hisses under his breath when he comes face to face with your lacy panties, chubby little pussy hugged so perfectly by the flimsy material with an obvious wet patch over the center. “Do a little spin for me sweetheart, nice and slow for me.” He licks his lips sitting back and staring up at you.

You shyly do a spin, making sure not to go too fast since you’ve done this countless times for Jungkook. Yoongi’s hands come up to stop you mid-twirl, holding you still in front of him as he runs his hands over your baby-soft skin, gently cupping your asscheeks and bouncing them in place.

“Shit.” He growls, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He suddenly pulls back to smack your ass harshly, watching it bounce in place as a hand print slowly starts appearing. You yelp softly and chew on your bottom lip, this isn’t fun at all if he’s only looking :( you want him to make you feel good too!

“I bet you’re even prettier over here.” He whispers huskily and gently presses two fingers right up against your cunt, rubbing over the wet patch as he presses in to emphasize his words.

You mewl softly and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster, “You’re being really mean right now. ‘S not fun at all!” You huff angrily.

Yoongi smacks your ass hard, “You’ll take what I give you sweetheart, no need to get fucking mouthy with me. Your greedy little pussy is practically beggin’ for it at this point, look at you,” he laughs which adds further to your embarrassment, “you want me here?” He presses right up against your swollen clit which lies hidden away in those damned panties. “Puppy forgot how to speak?”

“N-No, ‘s just–”

“Just what sweetheart?” He quickly interrupts and forces another whine out of your throat. “C’mon, I don’t have all night to sit here and wait until you decide to use your little brain to figure out what you want.”

Yoongi is cruel with the way he pinches your clit while he nonchalantly talks to you still expecting for you to be able to reply to him. Your lip wobbles and you begin whining again with small hiccups, “Y-You’re being mean..! I don’t want your stupid fingers anymore, you’re not even doing anything and it’s not fair.”

“Not fair puppy? How, if you can’t tell me what you need? Are you that dumb you can’t even figure out your own needs? Has Jungkook fucked you stupid babydoll?” Yoongi pulls you back into his lap as he circles his arms over your waist and holds you still against him, “Hm?”

“ ‘s not true, I know that I want your fingers.” You huff cutely and lick your lips, “And if you won’t do something about it then I’m going to Jungkook, he’ll do something.” You glare.

Jungkook makes a noise since he’s addressed for the first time since this has started. “My patience is running thin Yoongi, if you won’t I will and you’ll single handedly ruin your only chance to get your hands on my baby.” He smirks.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lays you back on the couch, “Brats, the lot of you.” He slides your panties down your soft thighs and tosses them in Jungkook’s direction, “Get yourself off with those loser.” He grunts and lays his eyes over your glistening pussy.

Your breath hitches in excitement and you let your thighs fall open for the older, biting your lip in anticipation. “Actually I got a better idea.” Jungkook muses as he rises off the couch and slowly walks over, “from what I remember…puppies don’t speak.” He grins.

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook and then trails his gaze down to you, “You’re right.”

Soft moans and garbled little cries are punched out of your throat with every thrust Yoongi sends your way. His cock punches in deep and strikes a spot inside that has your thighs shaking and pussy leaking. His thighs smack into your over and over again, he practically has you hanging off his cock bent over at a perfect angle with your ass up high.

Yoongi grips your hips tightly and occasionally digs his fingernails into your soft skin, leaving behind marks from his aggression. He releases a series of pleasured grunts and tiny sighs as your pussy tries to milk him of all he’s worth. “Loosen up for me will you sweetheart? Gonna give it to you just the way you need.” He moans.

You’re trying not to tighten up around him but it’s a little difficult with your mouth preoccupied with Jungkook’s cock. You’re trying not to choke up around him but Yoongi keeps catching you off guard with his punishing pace. The pleasure clouds your senses, making it a bit harder to focus on Jungkook.

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” Jungkook grunts as he guides you up and down his cock, watching as you slobber all over him and leave behind a mess.

You whimper loudly and squirm around, your jaw aches pleasantly from the stretch but you don’t find it in you to care much. Not when Jungkook’s cock settles just nicely over your tongue, you easily catch him off guard when you suckle around him and slurp up your spit and precum. Yoongi however, catches your attention again when he delivers a slap to your ass.

“I don’t want a drop wasted, good girls always make sure to clean their messes don’t they? You gonna be good to Jungkook and swallow all of it, or are you too cock drunk to understand.” Yoongi pants softly and re-adjusts his grip on your hips and fucks into your harder.

The sound of your ass clapping off of his pelvis resonates loudly, between your thighs there’s a mess of your creamy slick which seems to form a visible white ring around Yoongi’s cock everytime he backstrokes. Yoongi hisses at the sight, he wishes that he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill your sweet little cunt up and watch as his cum was pushed back in.

“Ah fuck,” Jungkook groans out and throws his head back, “keep going like that baby.” He whispers in pure bliss, “You’re doing so good for me.” He grips your hair tighter.

You gag around his cock in response, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure you look a mess right now, tear streaks down your face and ruined makeup. “Mmm..!” You cry out in a mix of pleasure and some pain when Yoongi reaches between your thighs to pinch at your swollen clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips.

“Go on and make Jungkookie cum baby, don’t be a selfish little slut.” Yoongi purrs as he slows his hips down to a sensual grind. “Hold it in for me sweetheart, good girls cum when they’re told to.”

Jungkook on the other hand loses it when you make eye contact with him, he grabs on to your hair tightly and begins fucking up into your mouth. His balls press snug against your chin as he rolls his hips quickly. “Shit, shit baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he shudders as he tightens his grip, “just a little more for me.” He moans.

Not wanting to disappoint him you swallow around his cock and moan loudly, letting the vibrations travel as you flick your tongue on the underside of his cock where a particularly sensitive vein lies. Jungkook’s poor cock throbs as the first few spurts of warm cum shoot down your throat. He lets out a long moan, eyes slipping shut and head falling back in pleasure, “Shit.”

Yoongi licks his lips and pulls you off of Jungkook’s cock, “Swallow for me.” He whispers, yanking your head back as he watches you greedily gulp down the cum. “That’s a good girl,” he licks his lips and delivers hard punishing thrusts, “gonna cum all over that pretty ass sweetheart.” He closes his eyes and groans.

Your cunt throbs in excitement as you shakily whimper and hide your face in Jungkook’s thighs. “P-Please, ‘m so close,” you sob softly it gets harder to hold your orgasm back, and you do NOT want to be a bad girl.

Yoongi suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as you whimper from the loss. You hear him rip the condom off and toss it on your ass. “Fuck,” he hisses as he strokes his cock rapidly, “turn over for me.”

You shakily comply and push yourself off of Jungkook, lying on your back and staring up at Yoongi with those sweet puppy eyes of yours. He aims his cock down at your lower tummy and spills all over, hissing through his teeth as he tips his head back and sighs. You watch with teary eyes, this isn’t fair! They got to cum but you didn’t!

“Don’t you pout at me, I haven’t forgotten you yet.” Yoongi sighs, utterly relaxed from his strong orgasm as he wedges himself between your thighs, “You did so well for me puppy, sit back and relax.”

His hot mouth ghosts over your pussy until you feel his lips wrap around your clit. You cry out in sensitivity and reach up to hold on to Jungkook’s hands while Yoongi begins ferociously eating you out. He eats you like a man starved, basically making out with your cunt at this point.

“Mm..! Mmm..!” Your head is thrown back, mouth agape as he spits on your cunt and traces your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook gently hushes you, “Just let go for me baby.” He leans down to smooch your cheek and whisper words of encouragement.

The praises are what leads to your orgasm. A loud cry escapes out of you and you’re left shaking on the couch as you cum harder than ever with your clit in Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi slurps up the mess he made on your cunt as he pulls back to pant softly, “Good girl, look at you.” He whispers as he watches your chest rise and fall.

You pout your lips up at Jungkook for a kiss and he easily complies without hesitation. You happily sigh into his mouth and relax under both men. Jungkook for the most part ignores Yoongi and murmurs against your lips if you’re okay. You think he’s so sweet for that and it makes you melt even further.

“Are you guys getting the fuck off my couch anytime soon? I gotta clean this shit before Seok wakes up.” Yoongi says now standing as he smokes the rest of the blunt he and Jungkook were sharing earlier. “I have a magical thing called a bathroom where you can do this thing we call freshening up.”

“Fuck off.” Jungkook snorts as he gently gathers you in his arms, “Leave my baggy out there and we’ll be on our way after we freshen up.” He says as he lifts you up and begins carrying you off down the hall. You pass by Yoongi mumbling a ‘I have to go peepee remember?’ to which Jungkook replies, “Yes you do baby, ‘less you want a STI.”

Yoongi stands there with a unreadable expression, “Get the fuck out of my house.” He rolls his eyes and begins cleaning. (He doesn’t mean it though..)

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livawritesshit · 1 year

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Ink!Demon!Bendy X Fem! Reader

CONTENT UNDER THE CUT!)

Warnings (Weird type of fluff Slight angst crying??? depictions of murder and devouring Depictions of injury

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You Were A Friend Of Audrey And Tom , Audrey Had Always Protected you From Hostile lost ones And Stuff That would try to harm you but even she was Busy With defeating the Ink Demon ,

She Always Spoke so low of Him That it almost made you feel Bad But you knew what he had done You Had never come face to face With Him and werent intending to unless neccesary Audrey described He Was stubborn and hostile All The times She had Encountered Him

You Mostly Just Helped in The sidelines Stabbing Alice Angel When She Almost Shot Audrey You Were Slightly Critical When needed but loved Audrey as a sister Tom(borris) as they called him Was quiet But he Was a Good person

I Was Out Alone After Audrey Had to Get Past the Keepers Studying the Studio Trying to find out some info ,

As i passed by Few Doors the feeling of being watched was creeping up on me , Even Tho i wasnt being Watched or followed everytime i checked, this is scary.. I’m getting nervous , who the hell is following me?.. “H-Hello? I-is someone there?..” i looked around frantically , i hate this feeling i feel so vulnerable and unsafe .. i really hope i wont encounter wilson or the ink demon, just the thought alone makes me shudder,.. i begin running ,hearning something fall or break whatever it is I don’t want to find out ,

I Started Running , i dont know why or how but i have a feeling someones after me , and sure enough i hear wet loud thumps signaling they are following me, i really contemplate turning around but rather not die because of curiosity honesly , i hear Them growl something alike?, no time to Think! , i run for what seems like hours ducking and opening Doors i begin feeling myself become exhausted , Stop yourself y/n! Struggle later live now! If i stop up ill die!, i notice a shadow over me , fuck fuck FUCKKKK!!!! , its catching up so damn fast! ,i duck under a barrel hearing it being destroyed behind me as i throw whatever i can reach backwards onto the thing as it mails almost anything and everything, this thing definitely wants to kill me! , i Fall to the Ground i struggle to get up , i notice its shadow above me ..”heh..?” I slowly look up at it or

The Bloody fucking ink demon(just my luck) “you were foolish to think you could escape your demise,” he Started opening his mouth in such a weird way as his teeth appeared , they were quite shiny actually?, what the hell y/n not the time! “Why me ? Im just a sidekick anyways.. audrey is worth more trouble I just help by the sidelines..!” You stared at where his eyes should be,”you may be a sidekick but your a foolishly annoying one..” He snarled at you , that was kinda attractive , god his deep raspy voice would be funny to hear whimper , I shake my head what the hell am I thinkigg by about a litteral demon! Is about to fucking devour me! And here I am thinking about his hot ass voice! “I’m not that annoying,” d-did I just snap back? I’m so fucking dead I should say my prayers already.. he growled his hot breath fanning my face, kinda weird..”how dare you speak back to me you lowly mortal..”

My eyes drifted up to his horns, they were dripping with ink yet looked completely dry so did his whole body , now that I got a good look at him he had Weird proportions Long arms small waist weirdly big Hands too?, if I was gonna die I might as well? , I reached up between his horns my hand gliding along , my other hand trailing down his face , almost studying his features , it seemed as if he were in shock or did not want to move whatever it was he moved back after a few moments , seemingly contemplating something before disappearing into the wall , strange? Why didn’t he kill me? . The adrenaline was starting to dissappear as i began freakign out realizing i could have been eaten , “i have to tell Audrey oh my fucking god!” I scramble to my feet Norton realizing i was still being Watched ,

As i made Way through the studio , finally i see Audrey in the distance , i hear someone scream gibberish and charge towards me , god dammit not another lost one .. I get out my pipe ready to attack but as soon as I turn around there’s nothing there ? Just a pile of ink indicating something was ever there , this is weird.. “guess it decided I wasn’t worth it huh..” I FINALLY make it to Audrey as I rant about my encounter with the ink demon “So I touched him and he just went away!” Audrey was surprisingly calm “weird.. he would normally either try to convince you to join the darkness or devour you.. guess you caught him off guard today..” I think that’s reasonable yeah I probably did and I’m glad I did too..”I guess your right I was just lucky as all glad I was tho..” you shiver “I don’t wanna know how it feels to be devoured..” Audrey chuckles “don’t blame you” she hugs you “glad your okay tho” I feel a smile tug at me “yeah me too!”

BENDYS POV

I don’t know why I spared that mortal.. something seemed different .. I rampaged killing whatever was in my path but her.. she just seemed so 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍.. I want to see her maybe just yet again.. I wander around aimlessly killing lost ones as they come and go , I hear her voice along with Audrey’s, now I’ll take the chance! , I let toon bendy take over requesting he follow the voices to try and get close to you and Audrey, I don’t know why ink demon wanted me to come closer to thoose voices but I hope they are nice..! , I turn a corner watching them one particular woman catches my eye , I walk over as quietly as possible tugging on the lady’s pants , END OF BENDYS POV

I feel something tug on my pants looking down , Bendy? “ bendy what are you doing all alone it’s dangerous!” You grab him cradling him close to you , I look at him he stares at me , smiling “your so cute I don’t get how anyone would think any harm!”

I pull him flush against me ,Audrey just staring like I just murdered her “ I show him off to Audrey “just look at him! Audrey! isn’t he the sweetest Eeeekk!!! “

I give him kisses on his face my lips making contact with his cartoonish face “I just love you so much , i Dont get the lost ones! Love youuu!!” I give him a Big Long smooch right between his horns i realize something and quickly stop downing over him “ah im sorry Bendy i didnt even Think about what you would feel if i did that !” I frowned letting Bendy Down grudgingly

“im so sorry..” i rub his horn “i just couldnt resist your cute face :(“ i see Bendys cheeks slightly light up , he looks up at me before tears were falling , he didnt even make a single Sound or anything just silently crying, “im r-really sorry Bendy if i made you upset can i hug you?” I gesture waiting for him to answer before he stares at me before nodding , the absolute second he nodded i Picked him up “im going to give you a kiss now ok?” I give him a kiss right on his horn as i rub his cheek letting him know its all going to be alright

BENDY POV

I really like all the attention shes giving me its weird but i like it alot. Everyone Else has only cared for testing me and doing Experiments ,. Before i knew it i was crying .. i just feel so happy that shes giving me attention and love so this is how it feels to be ? I crave for more , i stare at her “can i hug you?” She even asked me instead of sticking needles in me like a puppet! Are you seeing this ink demon?

ʏᴇs.. ɪᴍ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏᴏɴ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ sʜᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴜsʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʏ ᴅᴏᴠᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.. sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ.. Your so gloomy.., I felt her give me another kiss on the head ..Wow :o I stopped crying I really want to talk to her but I can’t

I like the attention tho Wish I could become an adult so I could kiss her too I feel so giddy I could beat all the keepers ,I know I can’t but I just feel like it! END OF BENDYS POV

He stopped crying I’m so glad! “See Audrey he isn’t dangerous he’s just upset I would be too everybody well.. Almost everybody is trying to kill him constantly!” Audrey sighed “Y/n I know he may seem good and cute but he isn’t what he seems..” I am confused “what do you mean? He’s not what he seems?” Audrey turned going to recharge her pipe , for a moment I pondered thinking what that could have meant ‘he’s not what he seems?’ Yeah right .. Audrey is just paranoid “isn’t that right you adorable devil” I smiled at him “names y/n!” I put him down “sorry about all that If I made you upset I didn’t mean too..” I remembered about how he was sobbing before “I mean it..”

I sat down “could you wake me if anything happens i just feel very tired.. or if Audrey comes back ok?” I trust him he won’t hurt me.. “you won’t hurt me right?”

Yeah no he wouldn’t.. I lay myself to sleep on the studio floor taking my sweater under my head and huddling closer into my jacket , I give him a smile before closing my eyes , maybe a few minutes goes by and I feel myself drift off to sleep , I hear something but decide to ignore it hoping bendy would wake me up if anything were to happen,

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Ink Demons POV

sʜᴇs ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ.. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ.. , I circle her a few times before laying down my tail swishing ink everywhere some landing on Her, ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴀ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs.. , I stay watch as I promised killing potentially hostile lost ones ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇғʏ ᴍᴇ!, I kill one that got too close for comfort , I devour it Quickly to myself , I hear footsteps and Audrey’s voice , I disappear into the wall letting them deal with it by themselves ,

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I Wake Up To Audrey’s Voice calling out to me , “uni.. yn Y/N!” I wake up noticing bendy is gone, did something happen to him oh no oh no! “Did you see bendy on the way here!?” I frantically look around but no sight of him ,”no y/n the only evidence he was even here is that weirdly large ink splatter around you..” Audrey looks at me “what? He isn’t no..it isn’t .. is he really?.” Audrey nods “I-I need to go have a moment Audrey” I walk off into heavenly toys sitting in front of a bendy plush covered in ink , that’s way too much he couldn’t be I won’t believe it .. “he isn’t the ink demon I don’t see it only the horns but that’s it… they are nothing alike.. bendy likes attention but he moved away when I touched him? Yeah it can’t be!” I don’t believe it! . I reach out to the plush giving it a little kiss , bendy was always my favourite out of them all , a little smile forms. A voice suddenly cracks out on the intercoms , Alice angel? “Hello Hello! Welcome To Heaven Dear Step up and receive a sweet prize , im up by the stairs!” Her voice cracked alot as if she were forcing it but i believed her Angels are never evil right? , as i made Way up the stairs i Saw her , she looked like she had been mauled in the face, She had Long locks with a pretty waist , “Hi?…” i slowly ascended up the stairs something felt off..she reached out her hand to me “i Will show you peace trust me..” i grabbed it tightening the hold on the Bendy plush “trust me.. so i can be beautiful again YOU FOOL!” She pushed me Down the stairs , i know i Will die if i hit the Ground or stairs ! Fuck fuck what do i do?!, i realized i could only die nothing Else , closing my eyes preparing for impact , i heard growling and screaming from up the stairs before i landed on a puddle of ink , cushioning my Fall but not my head , i blacked out ,

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After maybe hours days? I dont know Time in the studio i finally wake up with a massive headache ,”that Fall took a toll on me ..” i could barely see my vision blurred “im so cold..” i could feel heat radiating nearby “Audrey…” i stumbled over to the figure , “im so glad you found me Audrey..” i slump against “her” being met with that warmth i needed. So much Nevertheless she doesnt move just ragged breathing , guessing its my own , i realize im still Holding the plush tight in my grasp , “you protected me Bendy even if your a plush thank you..” i stumble feeling something catch me “than.k you..” i close my eyes , until i hear a deep voice that is so familiar yet i dont bother staying awake exhaustion taking over “ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴍ ɪ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ..“

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I seek comfort in the deep voice ,

𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳

I notice im laying on something i dont know what as i get up i hear a low rumble under me , i feel my nerves increase rapidly .d..did i get eaten!!?? I look around and im still in the studio but on some bed of a sort mostly of soft toys including the Bendy plush that saved me , i grab it gudelignende close as i notice a large pool of ink on the Ground along with struggle Marks, depicting .. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴.. i realize quickly after putting the pieces together , im in 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘬 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘪𝘳 or whatever excuse the of a lair , i look beneath me noticing a puddle of ink moving up and Down, “t..the ink demon..” i whisper to myself , i Think he wants to devour me later.. i should escape while i can.. i hear him let out a low growl his tail swishing signaling hes about to wake up , i quickly step out from his embrace hiding behind some plushies , watching him wake up , he was probably not even fully sleeping i Bet .. , i Watch him look around , quickly getting on his feet , before leaving maybe to find and finally kill you?. I dont know .. rather not Stick around , i could maybe get a rest for a few minutes since this od the most soft place ive laid for a while.. “yeah 3 minutes and then ill leave..” i lay back onto the ‘bed’ laying Down closing ny eyes , the apparent 3 minutes im guessing have passed , i get up standing my feet before grabbing the plush , as i try to find the exit , a door ! I crawl out before making Way to where me and Audrey met up if we Got lost or seperated , walking along i hear screaming along with some weird liquid sounds , maybe its Audrey! , i turn quickly running over to where i heard the sounds looking out the corner, horrified by whatever the hell that thing is (ShipAhoy Wilson) You feel the need to scream and kill it as quick as possible its horrifying to look at and definitely not a Nice sight.. You notice.. Audrey! But shes doing something? Oh Shes turning off thoose Towers , But god That thing is bloody creepy! , she is even tricking it into breaking the barriers for the towers wow.. she really is amazing .. I notice something when she hits it , Wilson’s face inside it’s stomach? She finally makes it stumble back after a third hit , it screams as I keep watching not being able to pull myself away , fascinated , it stares right at. Audrey before moving , out of absolutely Fucking nowhere the ink demon appears and begins mauling at it before finally killing ShipAhoy Wilson before dragging him into a puddle of ink ultimately killing him before he turns to Audrey ,walking closer he says something , God he has an attractive voice, sad he’s a demon.. I hear a few bits before he says “ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ.. ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ . ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴅᴅʟᴇs“ as I watch horrified as Audrey is about to take his hand , I decide I have to jump I throw the plush at their almost touching hands , “DONT DO IT AUDREY!” I frantically yell , realizing it’s most likely a trick “y/n what are you doing here!” She shouts at me almost surprised .. “ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ sᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ..“ he stares right into your eyes even though he doesn’t have any that you can see you can feel him glaring “wait.. it was you?” I relax my posture “but why ? You ran away our first meeting and our second one you brought me to your bad excuse of a lair ..” I am so damn confused why he hasn’t killed me yet instead protected and saved me multiple times “ɢᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʟɪғᴇғᴏʀᴍ.. ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ“ a switch flicks in my head “so your bendy? I can kinda see it now but I never thought it was true bendy always craved attention . You were the complete opposite of him .. you ran off when I rubbed your horns … I mean I thought you were going to devour me so I took a shot I’ve always liked the look or your horns especially Bendys .. so how come your so different?” You stare at him , “ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ.“ he keeps on looking at you even tho he has ink where those eyes of his were supposed to be

Freaky..

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INK DEMON POV

ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇs sʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sʜᴇ ɪs ʙᴀʀɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ! .. ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴏ ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟᴇss ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ.. ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ , ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ. she keeps staring at. Me with thoose eyes of hers , I had completely forgotten Audrey was there . I look down at her again my mouth opening a little wider , “ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ sᴀғᴇ .. ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀ ᴅɪsɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀs. ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ..“ I notice her reach out her hand to me , right before our hands touch that dumb Girl interrupts by grabbing audrey by the arm before giving her a piggyback before she sprints off . It takes me a moment to realize what happened , i feel anger rising yet again as i take off after Them , “ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsɢʀᴀᴄᴇ !“ i shout after her as i Faze through a wall right before Them , catching Them by surprise , as Y/N stumbles slightly almost dropping Audrey , as she tumbles before running backwards ducking under planke amd going through the tunnel to Wilsons lab , i notice her throw Audrey somewhere , screaming out her lungs “YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO AUDREY! JUST GO!” I hear Audrey yell something back”ILL FIND YOU I PROMISE!” As she falls “ ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ . ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ!“ i sink my teeth slightly into her chest earning a guttural moan of a sort , it sounds like shes moaning and screaming in pain i dont know which , but it did make my tail wag for some reason , “FUUUUUUCK THAT HURTS!” I can feel her squirming making my teeth sink deeper drawing blood “if im gonna die i might as Well see if this works!” I feel her grab my horns , as quickly as she grabbed Them she headbutts me possibly as hard as she can “ᴀʀᴀɢʜ!“ i feel my brain cracking even tho it isnt , she most likely used all her strength for that , i Watch her leave as my tail continues wagging the more i Think about how close she was , “ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ..“ i quickly look after Audrey but theres no sign of her , she tricked me! ,

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I Grabbed his horns and headbutted him with all my might , fuck he was rock solid ! , i notice he was distracted as i scramble to my feet as i sprint toward a barrel, going inside . As i heard him rip apart the Barrels and potential hiding spots , screaming and growling my name and audreys , “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏɴɢ..“ as he growled again , “where is Audrey i need to find her quickly before he does!” I grab the Bendy plush , “ you’ve always given me luck don’t disappoint now.. please..” I kiss it on the head yet again , as I sit in the barrel waiting for my demise or him finding me whichever comes first , i just hope that Audrey makes it out alive.. ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀe ʏᴏᴜ...“ god his voice was so deep you could get used to it.. honestly.. “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ..“ he rumbled with his voice. “Atleast i know what to do if he catches me a 4th time..” i whisper to myself i hear foot steps , stopping before me , (fuck)

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INK DEMON POV

She even Got away along with Audrey! You have to be joking she just keeps in my damn way…! I feel rage pure unfiltered rage go through me as i smash through barrels and crates seeing if she were hiding . “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ..“ i feel the urge to hold to Squeeze something as i look at a pecuilar barrel it seems as if something were moving , ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜᴜᴜ~“ i open the barrel noticing nothing was inside.. it was warm , so she recently left it “ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛsᴍᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏᴏʟ“ i ripped through every nook and cranny finding a trail of light blood ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʀ

I make Way to where the trail stops noticing her panting behind some barrels , shes doing something.. oh now im just curious… i Peek behind her noticing shes wrapping her abdomen as it slightly bleeds through. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 the sight almost makes me drool i havent tastes real Human flesh instead of ink in a while .. i notice a spot of saliva land on her , she slowly turns to face me , its Allison?.. “sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴀʟʟɪsᴏɴ..“ i notice it isnt even blood some sort of red liquid to impersonate it so she knew.. “im not telling you shit!” She spat at me , before slamming me in the face with the Gent pipe , wretched shit! , i throw her to the side , quickly following audreys smell , they cannot run for Long ill find Them this studio is ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.. after running fazing through Walls and crawling through tunnels , i see Her the Real one Y/n. Sitting there hugging that devilish plush to her i would be a much better substitue im the real thing.. why am i getting over a damn stuffed Bendy? Im the real deal nothing beats me , i growl not at her but rather at the plush . She seems to be close to it , i stalk her every move as she cares For the plush as if it were alive as she crawls inside a large crate taking off her jacket as cover .. a mere jacket? I could laugh but i cant really , i stalk her for a while through the wall killing whatever came close with malicious intent, your quite intresting .. ill keep you around for a while longer , after Audrey she is a pain in the ass she doesnt realize her place is amongst the puddles.. ill convince her soon enough.. “i really hope audreys ok , love you , wish you were the real deal but hes evil i just miss the cute little Bendy who i didnt know was the ink demon.. i dont know why but i Got slightly upset knowing he didnt even want the attention and just my trust.. I don’t think he’s a monster he’s just so hateful and vengeful , he’s honeslty not too bad he protected me twice thought it felt weird waking up with him holding me like.. this you know? “ I listened intently noticing how she pulled the stuffed bendy closer to her in a circle manner , that’s what I did when I found her. “It felt weird his voice is quite soothing too.. but I don’t even know how I ended up in his lair I swear Audrey was that heat , when I fell down the stairs you saved me .. maybe it was luck , not possible .. luck has hated me recently . Me and him have a weird relationship.. he tried to kill me earlier but i Saw his tail wag when i grabbed his horns , he really liked it ..just like when i touched his horns.. hes confused probably.. wish i could comfort him in Any Way like i always let Audrey comfide in me whenever , i love Audrey but shes a sister to me i want her to survive of it means i have to die ill do Anything..!” I almost felt my non existent heart flutter but i Crushed it before anything escalated , No need For uneccesary feelings when i Will devour Them later on.”ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ..“ i feel her stare in my direction, “ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʜᴏʀɴs ,ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇss ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ .“ her face contorted to that of anger ,”ok then! But I’m a pawn your a .. uh.. evil tower ,yeah!” She pointed her fleshy finger at me , grinning like an idiot as if she did something cool ,“ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴊɪs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ” I pinch my fingers , I move towards her my whole body dragging along as she steps back slightly but stops , What is she doing now..? She just stood her ground supposedly waiting for something , I look around, nothing. Does she … want me to devour her?,”go on then I bet you won’t!” She crossed her deliciously coloured arms staring flat at me , I felt my grin grow impossibly wider ,I open my mouth , a deep breath rumbles out my throat like a earthquake , I bend down almost putting her in my mouth before just licking her instead, worth a sample to see if she’s even worth the trouble..” Ew! Stop that!,” my saliva pools where I licked her running down her cheek,

The look of something that belongs to me cover her is a slow desire that the ink demon doesn’t realize is coming his way!,

Def Making more parts I’m gonna. Make this into a mini series if anyone even reads through this cringe shit , I internally died of cringe at some parts and I maybe skipped too much dialogue and shi before getting into the story I’ll be slightly following the canon storyline. , I rlly hope someone reads this or ATLEAST enjoys it < 3

#bendy x reader #bendy the demon #bendy and the ink machine #bendy the dancing devil #toon bendy #bendy and the dark revival #batdr shitpost #batdr ink demon #batdr

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No Regrets | CanonAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ There really isn't one in this, but we all know where it'll lead yeah?

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ underground Levi, low-key violence

☾ Author's note ➼ Uhhh my cute aggression might have come out in this one. To be honest, part of me is like, "take this idea and make it into an enemies to friends to lovers fic" and I feel like that's just the devil talking right now because I'm not even done with Unspoken Words at the moment. Time will tell. Also pretty much all of the dialogue and actions, minus the ones made by the OC, are taken from Gun Snark's manga No Regrets. I'm sure y'all are familiar with it. I just wanted to see what would happen if I placed a character to be canon compliant. So uh. Here? Enjoy?

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.9k

“Erwin, are you sure about this?” You whisper to your blonde-haired leader as you, him, and your other squad mate, Miche wade through the crowd. The Underground, as always, reeked of dank mildew and smoke. Mid-afternoon proved to be the busiest time of day as merchants yelled over at each other and patrons alike.

“Trust me.” Erwin affirms, as if that would be enough to explain why you and the rest of your team were down here in the first place. You glance over to Miche for any sort of further explanation, but he just shrugs at you and continues on Erwin’s heels. A sudden crash piques your attention and you’re quick to swivel your head in the direction of the noise. There’s a barrel containing some sort of purplish liquid falling to the ground as a merchant shoots off his gun.

“Damn it!” He shouts. Then someone else is slammed into the ground with a hard smack, and you hear him wheezing as the air in his lungs is forced out of his chest by a short figure standing on top of it. He’s in a long dark cloak with the hood down. You only see the back of his head, a wispy black haircut with an undercut creeping up his neck.

“Erwin, is thi-” You glance at your Erwin with a raised brow.

The culprit in charge of all the commotion is already running off. No, not running. He’s flying off. Along with two other cloaked figures trailing close behind. Your ears perk at the familiar whirring of ODM gear. The leader twists his head and even from far away, you can feel his hard stare on your little group. When you look back at Erwin, he has a small smile playing on his lips.

“Let’s go.”

As always there were no explanations, only orders. The wind on your face would have been welcoming had you not been enclosed in rock in all directions. You find yourself zipping through the buildings and stalactites. Three figures zoom around in front of you attempting to escape your chase. The one you saw mere moments earlier, the leader you assume, circles around a large stalactite in a maneuver that for those who were not trained properly would have had difficulty following. Fortunately for you and the rest of the team, you've been in the scouting regiment for a while. Without any hesitation, you clip yourself on to the rock and circle around as well with grace. He was doubling back. Smart.

“Split up. Miche, Astrid, with me.” You grunt in response and continue to tail Erwin’s billowing cape. The rest of your squad members vanish down alleys that you just now realize two of the three hunted had disappeared in. You squint as you notice the one you currently follow zip down another alley up ahead.

“You two, go. I’ll cut ahead.” Erwin orders at you before flying off to your left. You tighten your grip on the controller and speed up. Miche disappears behind another wall and then you’re alone. For a moment, it’s just you flying through the alley with nothing but the wind roaring in your ears. Then, you spot a flash of dark fabric in your peripheral and you twist your body accordingly to follow. When you turn the corner, you see him. There he was with his hood down and as he walked with his back turned to you in a casual manner.

“Hah! Got you!” You shout before tucking yourself into your body and slamming into him. Your eyes widen as you notice he had already pulled his arm up to guard from your attack. His eyes flash with something and you notice a moment of hesitation, but it wasn’t fast enough for you as he grabs you from the back and flips you over to slam into the ground. You choke as you feel the air out of your chest escape quickly from the impact. You groan and slowly sit up in time to see Erwin come from above in full force. His surprise attack grants him the opportunity to fling the mysterious man into the wall next to him. Miche lands behind him out of nowhere and gives you a quick glance.

“You okay, Astrid?”

“Yeah,” you cough again. “Yeah, I’m fine, just winded. Jeez dude, you didn’t have to throw me so hard.” You force yourself to stand even though your back felt like it was on fire. You attempt to stretch out the pain but end up wincing from it instead. Throwing a thumbs up in Miche’s direction though, he nods in response then looks back at Erwin.

“You brought him down, Erwin?” There’s a silent pause.

Then, “No.” And as quick as lightning, the man that had flipped you over was now running towards your leader with speed you’ve never seen before, holding some sort of pick in his hand. Erwin is too slow to pull his sword up to block but luckily Miche was able to step in quickly, using his blade to protect Erwin's face.

“Stop! Look around you!” Miche shouts out.

“Leggo, you bastard!” A feminine voice shouts out. You turn your head to see your other squad mates with two people in their clutches.

“Don’t waste your strength, Isabel.” The girl, Isabel, is actively squirming to try and escape while the one who just spoke stumbles ahead with a disappointed glare.

“Squad leader, are you all right?”

“Yes, you both did well.” Erwin gives you and Miche a nod and with that you step over to the detainee and grip his bicep tightly, making sure to lock his wrists behind him with a wooden board first. He shoots you a seething look but doesn’t shake you off. If daggers could form from his silver eyes, they would surely kill you on the spot. In response, you give him the sweetest smile you can muster before dragging him over and forcing him on his knees next to his other friends who have been forced to do the same. He hits the ground with a grunt. You stand next to Miche behind them in case they decide to flee.

“I have some questions to ask you.” Erwin steps up in front of them. “Where did you get your hands on this?” He holds up the controller grip. Nothing but silence. You eye the trio in front of you, at Isabel’s choppy red hair and the other boy’s sandy-blonde. You can’t see their expressions from where you stood but you could feel the rage radiating off their bodies.

Erwin continues, “Your vertical maneuvering skills were excellent. Who taught you?” Stark silence again. Erwin’s eyes shift over to the raven-haired man. “You are the leader, right? Have you ever received military training?” Nothing. You huff impatiently and stare up at Erwin. Nothing was going to get through them with just words. His blue eyes shift to you quickly with a warning look of 'don't'. You roll your eyes but say nothing. He glances back down to his captives.

“That is the face of a man… who wants to kill me and escape.” Erwin states. He looks up to you and Miche when he says next, “I’d like to avoid any rough treatment if I can.”

You take a moment to glance at your squad mate, but he just gestures forwards, as if to say ‘all yours’. You grin at him happily then in a flash your hand’s knitting into the man’s dark hair and you shove him down into a puddle that just so happened to be there. His head hits the wet ground with a splash, him no longer on his knees but now laying on his stomach. You hear him grumble as he forces his head to the side so he can look up at Erwin’s dark gaze.

“I’ll ask again. Where did you learn vertical maneuvering?” The man’s hard glare matches Erwin’s, but he still says nothing. You tighten your grip in his hair and are about to push his face in the murky water even more when the girl named Isabel shouts out.

“We didn’t learn it from anyone! You think we’re gonna let a civil servant push us around?!”

“We figured it out so we could survive in this dump! Anyone who doesn’t know what sewage tastes like couldn’t understand!” The other captive yells, a cutting glare aimed at Erwin. You can’t help but snort at the insinuation that you’ve never tasted shit in your life. Quite the assumption of theirs, you think. The head you had clenched in your palms shifts so they can stare up at you. Now dark gray eyes bored into yours with malice. You can’t help but smirk down at him.

“Yes? Want to say something?” You taunt him. You’re met with a sneer, but he still says nothing.

“My name is Erwin Smith. What are your names?” When no one answers, you yank the captive’s head up with a jerk but not before pushing his face deeper into the puddle as you do so. He comes up, sputtering at the dirty water he had accidentally let into his mouth.

“I applaud your determination. But keep it up and we’ll move on to your comrades.” Erwin’s voice is stern. When you look over to the other two still on their knees, your squadmates have their blades loosely up against their throats.

“If you’re gonna do it, do it!!” Isabel screams, eyes narrowed over in your direction.

“You bastard.” A deep voice grumbles from below your grip.

“Ah, he speaks.” You tease again. He doesn’t acknowledge your comment, instead glaring at your leader who is now stepping closer to him.

“What is your name?” Erwin asks, his voice now soft.

“…It’s Levi.” You let go of Levi’s now soaked hair and take a step back. He takes this moment to sit himself back up on his knees, his head bowed slightly to keep water from dripping into his face as he looks up. Erwin takes another step forward and then pushes himself down onto the ground on one knee so that he’s level with Levi.

“Levi. Would you make a deal with me?”

“Deal…?”

“I won’t ask about your crimes. In return, you will lend me your strength, and join the survey corps.” You whirl around to face Erwin with your mouth agape.

“Erwin, wha- are you sure?” His gaze shifts to you and nods. You press your lips together into a thin line. You knew you were down here for scouting reasons, but you had no idea that it was for this.

“If I refuse?” Levi grumbles, his shock mirroring yours.

“I turn you over to the military police. Considering your crimes, I don’t think you or your comrades can expect decent treatment.” Erwin nods over to Levi’s friends. There’s silence as Levi considers this. You notice a shared look between him and the sandy-haired one.

“Choose whichever path you wish.” Erwin states with finality. You see Levi gritting his teeth as he shoots you a cold stare. You give him a playful smile in return, despite your reservations about this plan.

“Very well. I’ll join the survey corps.”

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RUMORS• e. munson

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chapter 1

November, 1984

Everyone knew that Ziggy Zigova was going to be valedictorian in the same way that everyone knew Steve Harrington was going to be Prom King. It was just the way things were.

In a way, it could be said that there were three corners of Hawkins High School on a social level. In one corner was King Steve. He was held on a pedestal that only a select few could touch. Everyone pretended to love him, but deep down, most of the cliques that didn't mingle with him had a mild hatred for him.

In the next corner was Eddie Munson. He held the schools 'freak' title and he seemed to enjoy it. Everyone loved to hate him and the few that didn't would never show it. He had his own little clique and only the kids who were perceived as bottom of the barrel joined.

Finally, Ziggy held the third corner. She was smart. Everyone knew it. They didn't dislike her but they also didn't praise her in the way that she quite frankly deserved. She was the girl to go to when you needed a partner for a lab or to proofread your essay. However, her social interactions rarely went beyond that. If it wasn't academic, she really only talked to her brother. In a way, she was the middle ground.

"I'm telling you, Ziggy; Freddy Krueger would tear Michael Meyers to shreds...literally." Adrian squaked as he walked next to his sister. Her short stature made her seem to disappear in the sea of students, but Adrian stood at nearly six feet, so he found it fairly easy to squeeze by.

"Bullshit." Ziggy scoffed with furrowed brows. She and Adrian enjoyed debates like these; Adrian thrived off of pop culture and Ziggy was a wonderful debater.

"'Bullshit'? What do you mean 'bullshit'?"

"I mean there's no fucking way that Freddy could even touch Michael."

"Oh yeah, wiseass? I think his knife fingers beg to differ. One slap and that onesie little Mikey wears is done for."

"Adrian, when's the last time you saw Michael Meyers take a nap? The freak doesn't even sleep. They wouldn't even be able to interact." Ziggy stopped in front of her sixth period with Adrian trailing behind her.

"Well, if that's the case, Michael couldn't beat him either. We tie."

"Nuh uh. No way. I never said Michael would beat Freddy, I said there was no way Freddy could beat Michael." Ziggy shrugged with a cocky smile before turning into her next class, leaving her brother in the doorway.

"So you win on a technicality; that's just barely winning." He whined before walking away with his head held low.

Ziggy took her usual seat in the middle of the row next to the left wall of the classroom. She noticed there was a conversation being held at the front of the classroom, but when she sat down and got settled in her desk, she looked up to find Eddie Munson in all his metal head glory. Once he sat in his spot at the back of the classroom she brushed it off for the remainder of the class period. It was only when the bell had rung and her teacher called her up to the front to talk that their conversation had relevance.

Ziggy chose not to mingle with her peers, but that didn't mean she didn't know any of them. Even if she didn't know most, she would have to be blind, deaf, and non-anglophone to not know Eddie.

She didn't care much for the rumors she had heard, she simply thought he was stupid and lazy.

"Eddie Munson? You- you're really gonna tutor him? Willingly?" Adrian had stopped chewing mid French fry when he heard his sisters news.

"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Ziggy shrugged, not understanding what the big deal was.

"Why w- Ziggy, why would you wanna tutor him? This is his second time taking senior year, for christs sake." Adrian was hunched over the table with wide eyes and greasy fingers.

"Exactly; no one wants to fail twice. He's already taken the class once, so he'll be familiar with the material." Ziggy kept her head low as she worked on her homework. She liked doing her homework at lunch so she could have her lunch at home.

"No one wants to fail once, either. I really don't see what you have to gain from this." Adrian remembered having multiple conversations about Ziggy's distaste for the Hellfire boy. He was more confused than anything.

"Okay then, I'll lay it out for you. We're almost half way done with the semester. If I tutor Eddie until our marking period, I'll have more than enough community service hours for the whole year. Then I can focus on my own schoolwork and secure my place as Valedictorian. Easy peasy. I'd be stupid not to tutor him." Ziggy had tossed her pencil down on the table and stared at her brother blankly while he mirrored her.

"Okay then, when do you start?" Adrian grinned as his sisters face faltered ever so slightly. Her brows furrowed with a small frown.

"I don't know, actually. I haven't even agreed yet." Adrian's eyes slowly shifted to focus on the boy at hand stood across the room at his friends table.

"Well if I were you, I'd get it over with before he gets too riled up." As if Adrian could see the future, Eddie began his usual show of yelling and jumping around to entertain his friends.

Ziggy spun around in her seat with wide eyes. Upon seeing Eddie's theatrics, she scrambled to gather her things. Everyone knew that once Eddie got on a roll, it was useless to try to mellow him out.

While Eddie knew Mr Miller was looking to assign him a tutor, he had no idea who that tutor would be nor when said tutoring would begin. Ziggy wasn't sure what he knew or how he felt and if she was going to be the one to break the news, she wanted it to be before he went on one of his tirades.

She hurriedly walked through the lunchroom with her bag half off her shoulder. Her messy hair blew slightly in her face; a strand getting stuck in her eyelashes from the ever so slight breeze in the lunchroom caused by the bustling teens. As she neared the table she dreaded to approach, the man of the hour stood on his chair, extending his arms dramatically. It was only when she stopped to stand about four feet away from him that she made out what he was saying.

"Then it hits October first and suddenly, our little ghouls and goblins aren't so taboo! It's only okay to be a freak when ev-"

"Excuse me!" After clearing her throat roughly three times to ensure her voice wouldn't crack or waver, Ziggy cut Eddie off in the most professional manner she could.

Eddie abruptly stopped talking. His hands were still outstretched lazily as his head whipped over to look down at the short girl. His brows furrowed in complete confusion as his lips remained slightly parted. Slowly, his arms began to lower back to his sides. When Ziggy continued to stare up at him with wide eyes, Eddie looked her up and down before verbally acknowledging her.

"Yeah?" Eddie's response wasn't snippy or rude, simply confused. Ziggy cleared her throat again as she shifted on her feet.

"I'm Ziggy. We have English together." She projected so he could hear. Eddie stepped down from his chair to stand in front of her; still looking down slightly at their half-foot height difference. He glanced around the room as if it would give him a clue as to why she was talking to him.

"Alright...what's up?" A small, awkward grin sat on his lips at the uncomfortable interaction. Ziggy's hand tightened around her bag strap as she pulled it higher on her shoulder.

"Mr Miller wanted me to talk to you." She rushed the words out of her mouth, ending with a tight lipped smile in hopes he would get the point. Eddie's eyebrows raised slightly as he inhaled deeply. He frantically looked around in an attempt at preventing eye contact, slightly running his hands over his jeans.

"Yeah, we should- we should probably go do that." He quickly grabbed his bag, leading the way out of the cafeteria after telling his friends goodbye.

"We can go to the Hellfire room; no one ever goes in there." He wouldn't admit it, but when someone new started talking to Eddie, which was rare, he'd look for any excuse to take them to the Hellfire room in hopes of impressing them. He held the door open for Ziggy, giving her a playful bow as she walked in. Ziggy decided to stay standing as Eddie took a seat on his throne.

"So, I'm not sure how much Miller told you but I'm gonna tutor you for the rest of the semester. I'll help you with English, but if we finish your assignments early and have extra time, I wouldn't mind helping you with other class work. We will meet for three hours a d-"

"Woah woah woah, hold on. What are you- don't I get a say in this?" Eddie's waved his right hand in the air while his left elbow rested on his knee at his chest. Ziggy stared back at him blankly for a few seconds.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no' ? I'm the one being tutored here."

"And I'm the one tutoring you. I have a busy schedule; school, homework, chores, a job. I mapped out a whole plan that works around my schedule." Ziggy carefully pulled out a folder and carefully placed it on the table. Eddie looked up at her in disbelief.

"Okay, that's neat and all but I just so happen to have a schedule of my own; planning campaigns, Hellfire meetings, band practice-"

"You just listed three leisure activities." Ziggy's brow raised in disbelief. Eddie narrowed his eyes at her in annoyance.

"And what about it?" Eddie pushed himself up and out of his throne coming toe to toe with Ziggy.

"You have two months to raise your grade to a D. Otherwise, you're looking at a super senior Hattrick. I am more than willing to tutor you, mister Munson, but I have a lot on my plate. All I ask is that you cooperate with me." Ziggy looked up at Eddie with a small grin. He stood so close that his hair nearly brushed her cheek. Unlike the reaction Eddie expected from her, Ziggy stood her ground. Her voice became just above a whisper, still dripping in confidence.

"Being the President of a club will look good on your record. If I were you, I'd drop the rockstar act. You can be the next Van Halen in college." She stood under him for a few more moments, watching his eyes twitch in anger as his tongue poked out of his lips. Upon realizing she wasn't going to receive a response, she turned on her heel and left the room, hoping he would choose to utilize the phone number on top of the schedule plan on his table.

Luckily, her phone rang less than an hour after getting home from work.

"Hello?"

"Are you always that bossy, Zigova?" Ziggy froze in her spot next to the receiver, not expecting that response.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"The next Van Halen. You know, this little blueprint is pretty exhaustive. Five days a week?" Ziggy grinned as her eyes focused on a small smudge of dirt on her ceiling. She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Five days a week." She confirmed. A moment of silence followed on the other end of the phone.

"You still there, metal-head?" She glanced down at the phone as if she could see him through the speaker. The dramatic sigh that followed answered her question.

"We start tomorrow, metal-mouth." The line went dead abruptly. She chuckled as she hung the phone back on the wall, running her tongue over her braces.

March, 1986

Ziggy ran her tongue over her smooth, straight teeth. She had gotten her braces removed a few months after summer break. She walked through the rows of books, putting them in their rightful spots on the shelves.

She had been working at the library since sophomore year. It was practically the perfect job for her. It was always quiet and peaceful. Until it wasn't.

Dustin Henderson slammed the front door open with such ferocity that it bounced off the wall and came back to hit him in the arm, only for him to slam it into the wall once more. Three teenagers ran in behind him, all four breathing heavily as Dustin looked around the building.

"Ziggy! Is Ziggy Zigova here?! We need-"

"Excuse you!" Ziggy's voice boomed in the large building, cutting off Dustin's screeching. The quartet froze in fear, turning to find Ziggy sending daggers at them from around the corner. Silence enveloped the room once again.

"I can help you four at the front desk." Her voice lowered to an appropriate level, remaining ever so menacing.

She walked towards the back of the room. They stood frozen for a moment before Max shoved past them, following Ziggy. Soon, they all met at the counter.

"Okay, what do you want?" Ziggy was monotone and unimpressed as she watched them all glance at each other nervously. It was only then that she recognized Steve Harrington.

"We uh, we wanted to know if you know where Eddie is?" Robin looked down at Ziggy with hopeful eyes. She watched as her face morphed from unimpressed to absolutely pissed.

"Get the fuck out of here." The groups eyes widened at her rash response.

"Woah woah woah, Ziggy listen-"

"Really? You came to my work to harass me? Are you kidding me, Harrington?"

"No! No, I'm not here about your relationship! We-"

"How many times do I have to tell you people? We weren't in a relationship. I was tutoring him for gods sake. We graduated a year ago and you're still trying to-"

"Something's wrong!" Dustin yelled once again, cutting off Ziggy and Steve's bickering. Ziggy's angry scowl faltered for a moment as she turned to the younger boy. She glanced around the group, Robin looking scared and Max letting out a small sigh.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"We're not entirely sure. That's why we need to find him before the police do. They're gonna come looking for you too." Max warned her with an intense tone. Ziggy furrowed her brows at the girl.

"Police? What do they want with Eddie? What do they want with me?" She was beginning to panic and their lack of information was not helping. She walked from behind the counter to come closer to them.

"When they hear about the rumors they're gonna question you, just like we are. The difference is, if you tell them, they're gonna arrest him for a crime he didn't commit." Dustin explained calmly, keeping his voice low. Ziggy stared up at him. Her stomach had dropped while her breathing picked up.

"What crime?" She asked, her voice shaking. Dustin looked back at his friends with an unreadable expression. Steve sighed, looking down before meeting Ziggy's eyes and licking his lips.

"Murder."

#eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #imagine #netflix #fanfic

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The Bishop 4🟢

“Long ago, when the White Feather Cult was at its infancy, I had many cult members that were lambs such as yourself. Our lands flourished and everything was safe. We were a secluded clan, so there was no reason for us to fear.

But one day, my lambs began to disappear without a trace. You know this part and so does Noelle, so I will skip the rest. Narinder was sealed away when he approached me with a proposition.

He said he will help me find my lambs, and I will give him access outside of his prison. Which means tethering my mortal vessel with his. I’m not happy with the arrangement, but anything to help me find you missing brethren. So far that’s been fine…until he wanted one of my remaining lambs as his servant”

Moses shivered slightly. That man clearly has an ulterior motive, but did his goddess see that? With Lucas, he always said that he was a very strong and loyal follower…why did he go after Noelle then?

“I only mentioned Noelle to him because he desperately wanted you. A strong, powerful, already obedient lamb that would do anything for his god. I refused but that meant Noelle unfortunately was the sacrificial lamb.

I am not proud of sacrificing another follower but it is for the greater good. And the FACT that he tried to take her without permission, already proves what he does when he’s not here. I can’t worry about that right now. Hopefully the other lambs are okay…and I hope you can speak to Noelle after all of this…”

He was let down and he bowed to his goddess, gracious for this information. To think that all of this was part of his plan. Maybe him and Noelle getting together WAS his plan so he could control her easier…or maybe get to him easier. He doesn’t know, but it made him rethink his actions from the past couple of weeks.

“despite your unorthodox way of doing this…you saved both of yourselves. So please…rest for the time being. You have served your punishment…and-“

Fernilla takes his hands and kisses them. Moses couldn’t help but blush. His hands felt so much better after the warmth and tender kindness from his goddess…despite his desire to tell his goddess how he feels, he decided to let her know another time.

Meanwhile with Noelle…

It’s been an interesting couple of days after she basically whipped Moses out of her life. It seemed like he took the hint and left her alone. Noelle didn’t mind. She liked the silence, it gave her time to see what jobs were available.

“Hmm…maybe the library?”

She thought. She rationed out her money as much as she can but she was seeing the end of the barrel. And knowing the fallout between her and Goddess Fernilla’s favorite soldier? There was no way she was getting any form of assistance. Even though she was in the right,Noelle was on her own.

In her spare time and with her spare ingredients, she sold her strawberry candies for a few extra gold, which is what has been getting her by. People seem to really like them, like it’s a drug.

That night, she had just finished bags of candy and was going to start dinner, until she smelt something.

“I smell blood”

Noelle noticed. It wasn’t the meat she was preparing, but coming from outside. Smelling blood is never a good sign, usually means someone or something was hurt.

“What poor soul got caught up with death? Maybe they are still alive!”

She dashed off after the blood smell. She got her coat and went into the forest to find the source. It took her awhile to find the smell. At this rate, whatever it was, might be long dead. She didn’t give up.

“I don’t have my full kit on me, but I do have a roll of bandages I bought with my groceries”

Noelle thought. She went off the path from her cult and went into the woods, leaving shiny pebbles in the event she needed to get back. She found the blood trail…she was getting close to them. She continued recklessly into the forest, until at long last…she found the victim…

“…”

She didn’t see eyes of this individual, only the rustling head of leaves. Has to be a treeworm of some sort.

“Hey, are you okay?”

They were crouched down so she couldn’t see them very well in the moonlight. The only difference is the fact that she didn’t get a good look at them. They weren’t doing good, she can see the glistening of the skin and blood in the light. He was not cut up the same way as Lucas. This wasn’t the work of Moses, this was something else… She couldn’t leave them there to die. Noelle had to think, it was getting cold.

“I have an idea!”

Noelle finds an old blanket full of holes in the area. She was able to turn the victim onto it, and she began to drag the worm all the way back to her house. A usually 10 minutes ordeal, took 30 minutes. She’s lucky it’s late and everyone had turned in already.

She finally gets home and now she can see the worm in the light. He’s a man, with some strange bandage over his eye, green fur? Leaves? Also dressed kinda weird. She didn’t have time to analyze, she had to help. So she began to pull off his shirt and treat his wounds.

“…”

“At least his face has relaxed now”

She said. She ended up taking a peel at under his blindfold.

“Yeesh! Where are the cotton balls?”

Noelle said. She also addressed the puss dripping out of his eye injury and rebandaged it to the best of her ability.

“Alright, time to make dinner”

She thought, so she gets up and continues making her dinner, tossing in whatever vegetables she had left inside the pot along with the meat. It smelled heavenly, so good that her friend actually was woken up by the aroma.

“Where am I?”

The person said. Noelle leans over the table to see them. They were trying to get up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, you got pretty beat up by whatever you were fighting”

Noelle reached into the sink and gave him a cup of water. He looks hesitant to take it.

“What is this, poison? Your gonna finish the job?”

Noelle looked at the worm confused.

“What do you mean finish the job?”

The worm looked at her a little longer. This clearly isn’t the person that attacked him, It has to be someone else. But he was suspicious.

“Nevermind, it’s not you.”

She was confused why he was suspicious. She takes a sip of the water to prove it wasn’t poisoned.

“See? Not poisonous!”

She said as she handed him the water and went back to cooking her stew. She could feel him staring at her through his blindfold, so she asks.

“So…what’s your name? Stranger?”

She said with her back turned. She could hear him drink the water.

“…Leshy”

“Leshy, huh? That’s a charming name”

She said. He’s quite a tall man, incredible size. She’s iso only half his size. The tallest person in the cult is goddess Fernilla, and he might even be just her height. So strange.

“I told you my name, so are you going to feed me, Noelle?”

She dropped the spoon in fear. How did he know her name, she didn’t tell him!

“I heard you talking with someone, and they dropped your name, so…I assumed. “

“Ah…do you like meat?”

She said as she ladled up some stew for him to eat. He can barely feed himself. The injuries on his arm and abdomen were making it difficult for him. She gently takes the bowl from him.

“It’s worse than I thought, here”

She gives him a spoonful of food this time, but he looks away.

“Why are you helping me? Be honest with me”

He said. Leshy is truly in a vulnerable state. He can’t teleport back to his cult, his siblings don’t know where he is, and he is injured. If Noelle is to be trusted, he has to find out, now

“No reason in particular. I noticed your injuries were similar to a friend that I knew. Unfortunately he died from them. I just…I wanted to make sure that if I can help, even a little bit, I should at least try”

“That type of attitude gets you in trouble”

He smirked. Leshy could see she was a genuine soul and didn’t have to worry about his safety with this little woman. He’s honestly shocked that no one has tried anything with her. His thoughts then goes to his siblings and if they are looking for him now

TBC

#cult of the lamb #Redemption AU #cotl fanfics

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i wish you would write a fic in which it continues off from hey angle and yn absentmindedly calls jaemin donghyuck 😌 or maybe she digs the egg instructions out from the trash and puts it back on her fridge but one day she notices it’s gone and jaemin apologizes and says he threw it away because he ripped it accidentally or something and will reprint it for you or teach you how to make eggs 🤧 we love angst in this household

i am honored that the goddess of writing herself has visited my humble blog and bestowed upon me the honor to write some drabbles for her 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

please note that this is an alternate ending to my haechan fic oh my angel! read it here 💕

matches burn after the other, pages turn and stick to each other, wages earned and lessons learned, but i’m right where you left me.

It was a moment of weakness.

They were just dumb printed wikiHow instructions on how to fry a sunny side up egg.

It was just a dumb plate of eggs and bacon that looked like a smiley face.

Donghyuck was just a dumb celestial being that barreled his way into your life for a couple days before disappearing and leaving an absolute trail of destruction in his wake.

Yet you’re kneeling, opening the lid to your trash can, and fishing out that dumb piece of paper.

Just another piece of him that you can’t seem to make yourself let go.

The instructions are crumpled since you had angrily ripped them off your fridge and balled them up before tossing them in your trash, so you carefully smooth out the paper on your thigh.

He used my expensive color ink too.

And against your better judgment, you hang the instructions back on your fridge—hoping that they’ll repair the jagged, sharp, and uneven chasm that Donghyuck left behind in your life.

When in reality, all it really does is serve as a painful reminder of what felt like him sharpening every feather on his wings and using them to hollow out your heart.

You notice it immediately when you walk into the kitchen, as if there was an infinite black hole in the middle of your fridge.

The instructions, which had been on your fridge for the past week, are gone. Everything suddenly looks so out of place; the magnets float around on the door aimlessly, deprived of their centerpiece.

Na Jaemin, your best friend and not-yet-boyfriend, is cooking. When he glances up and sees you, he beams so brightly that it almost makes you forget about everything else.

But it isn’t so bright that it outshines the glow of Donghyuck’s wings.

“Morning!” Jaemin says cheerfully, ever the morning person. “I made breakfast. Don’t forget we have early rehearsal in an hour.”

That’s right. You’re a ballerina, a trait that used to define you as a person before Donghyuck. Nowadays, you just go through the motions as if you were one of those porcelain ballerinas in a music box.

You muster up a smile for Jaemin before sitting down at the table. He sets down a plate of eggs, scrambled and no bacon, in front of you.

You’re not sure if you want to laugh or scream or cry. It’s like God, or maybe even Donghyuck himself, is playing a sick joke. As if he hasn’t dealt such a cruel blow to you already.

“By the way,” you start, trying to keep your voice from trembling. “Do you know what happened to those instructions that I had up on the fridge?”

Jaemin pauses, trying to remember, because it’s something seemingly so insignificant that even he, who pays attention to every little detail when it comes to you, can’t recall off the top of his head.

But it’s not insignificant to you, and you hate Donghyuck for it. You hate him because hate is the only emotion that is stronger than love.

“Oh, right,” he finally answers, “I opened the fridge door this morning, and it just fell off, so I just threw it away since it was all wrinkled and it had some kind of stain on it. Sorry, I didn’t know you needed them. I haven’t taken the trash out yet, I can get it for you.”

Jaemin looks so guilty that you start to feel guilty yourself.

“I don’t need them,” you lie, “not anymore.”

“Are you sure?” he asks—because he’s kind. Jaemin is kind and caring and sweet, and you know he’ll be good to you for the rest of your life.

So why, why do you keep thinking of him?

“Yes,” you choke out.

“What were they for anyways?”

“Sunny side up eggs.”

“You could’ve just asked me,” Jaemin laughs, and it’s a wonderful laugh—like a warm spring breeze.

But you long for snowfall on Christmas.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Eat Your Words | Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Female Reader

A/N: It is Tom’s birthday! My third one here celebrating. And boy did I bring the filth. Please read the warnings. And huge shoutout to @frostbitten-written for giving me the plot idea! You are a smut sister of the first order!!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Reader

Summary: You mercilessly tease your husband about how amazing Loki is and how good he would be in bed. You never realized that could be a reality.

Warnings: SMUT, sexual acts include: vaginal sex, anal sex, masturbation, anal fingering, double penetration (mouth and vagina, vagina and ass), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of voyeurism, a small bit of m/m kissing, cursing, aftercare, vaginal fingering

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Tom knew about your not-so-secret obsession. You were a horrid liar and more so talking in your sleep.

“What are you reading, darling?” Tom tried peeking over your shoulder, but you slam the laptop shut.

“How about mind your business, Hiddleston?” You scrunched your nose at him.

“So more Loki porn.” he smirked as he walked past.

“The word is smut. And no.” You stared him down and he stared right back at you, leaning over the arm of the sofa. He raised an eyebrow. You squirmed in place. “It was fan art.”

“Cock or no cock?”

You grew hot. “Cock.” you threw a pillow. “Happy?”

Tom caught the pillow in the air and placed it back on the couch.

“No. How many times do I have to tell you to not throw the pillows?” His face broke out into a wide grin before plopping on the couch. “What is your fascination with Loki, darling? You realize I play Loki?” He clutched his chest. “If I wasn’t so self-assured, I might become jealous.”

You set your laptop down and sat up, rubbing his thigh. “Darling, I’m sorry…” Tom turned and smiled at you. “… but there is no way you can compare to Loki.” You burst into giggles and took off running, Tom fast behind you. He crouched down at the entrance to where the stairs are. The only thing between you and freedom was your husband.

“Take it back.” he growled.

“No. You are impressive, Tom. But Loki has the cock of a god.”

“One of these days you are going to have to eat your words.” Tom’s face broke out into a grin.

“Make me, Hiddleston.” you grinned back, bouncing back and forth.

He stood up, smile gone. “You don’t really want that, darling. Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, what, you have Loki staying in the spare bedroom?” you mocked. “Get real, honey. Loki is a fiction and you are the man who plays him. You are my husband and I love you, but no one could fuck me like a god.”

Tom sighed. “I warned you, darling. If I catch you this time, I will show no mercy.” He chuckled. “And neither will he.” he muttered under his breath.

You barreled towards him before attempting to duck under his arm as you shoved all your body weight against him. Tom rolled his eyes and easily lifted you onto his shoulder.

“Put me down, Tom!” You pounded your fists against his back.

He carried you up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, dropping you onto the bed and walking towards a chair in the corner.

“Why am I here, Tom?” you glanced around.

Tom gestured to the other side of the room. “Ask your boyfriend.” he smirked.

You spun around to see a flash of light dissipate in the air. To find Loki standing there. In full armor.

“Now Thomas,” his voice deep and resonant. “We haven’t officially discussed my title.” he smirked as he strolled to where you are sitting.

Loki hooked a finger under your chin and took you in.

“What do you think?” Tom asked from the corner. He shifted in his seat. “She’s feisty.”

“Excuse you?” you snapped back. “I don’t know what you think you are playing at Hiddleston, but…” You stood, wagging your finger at him. Loki snatched your wrist, pulling you back against him.

“You married well, Thomas.” Loki hummed. Tom smiled from his chair. Loki cupped your cheek. “Very well.”

As he pressed you against his torso, you noticed Loki’s erection hard against you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off… again.

“Tell me, pet.” His fingers ran down from your temple to your chin. “Is this how you imagined it?”

Your brow furrowed. “Imagine what?” You pushed away from him, only to slam back against Tom. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is…”

“Enough!” Loki yelled and turned away. “I know all about what you say about me, dove.” He settled into the chair once occupied. “How you read stories about my prowess in bed.” He took off his boots and wrist guard. “Drooled over art of my cock.” With a flick of the wrist, he removed his tunic and armor, leaving himself in just his trousers. He leaned forward licking his lips. “Dreamed of me fucking you.”

You gasped and glared at Tom. “YOU TOLD HIM!?”

“Not that he needed to.” Loki shifted in his seat and lowered his trousers just enough to pop his cock free. “Any hacker could find your browser history. And reading stories about being fucked by me and your darling Thomas…” Loki clicked his tongue as he stroked his shaft. “… naughty.”

Tom reached over and cupped your face. “Is this the fantasy, darling? Me AND him?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just say the word.”

You stared up at him and then your eyes trailed down to find Tom sporting a raging hard on. You shifted your weight and peeked around Tom to spy Loki still stroking himself. He gave you a wink.

“I don’t have all day.” Loki called out.

You had to admit the thought of the whole scenario was too erotic for words. Your mouth was suddenly dry, all the moisture in your body, pooled elsewhere.

“Yes.” you nodded.

Tom smiled and leaned in to kiss you, slipping your straps down off your shoulders. You reached out and cupped his cock through his jeans. A flash of light covered you and Tom, causing your clothes to disappear.

“Much better.” Loki growled from his seat, now naked as well. He motioned the two of you towards the bed. “Go on. Entertain me. Show me how well you fuck your wife.” His lips curled into a devious grin.

Tom eased you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. He could sense your nerves. “Just think of it like when we met on set. And my modesty sock fell off?”

You chuckled and nodded. Tom nipped at the spot behind your ear and you let loose a soft gasp. His hands traveled down to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipple into a hard pebble.

Loki grunted through his teeth.

“Darling…” Tom moaned, twisted so you were on top. His fingers find your folds wet. “Wet already?”

“Of course she is.” Loki commented, he stood and walked towards the bed. He ran his hand down your back and cupped your ass before slipping down, plunging a long finger inside of you.

He hummed. “Thomas, if you don’t move things along, I may just take her myself and make you watch.”

“Why don’t you both take me right now?” you purred, placing kisses along Tom’s neck and chest while Loki curled his finger inside of you and Tom lazily played with your clit.

“What a splendid idea, pet.” Loki commented. “The best idea I’ve heard so far.” He grabbed you by the waist and hauled you up, placing you on the bed on all fours.

Tom shifted around to be behind you, smoothing his hands over your ass. He bent over to whisper in your ear.

“Remember darling, how you commented about the cock of a god?”

You noticed Loki kneeling in front of her. His cock dripped pre cum from the tip. He was big, even bigger than Tom.

“Fuck me….” you hissed. Tom pushed into you with a snap.

“As you wish, darling. But now it is also time to eat your words.”

Your jaw dropped open to snap back at Tom, when Loki pushes his cock into his mouth.

You groaned against his cock, gagging slightly as he pushed most of his impressive length down her throat.

Loki groaned. “Thomas, she is exquisite. Why have you been hiding her away?”

Tom gripped your hips and snapped against you. “The same reason I hide everything away from you. I don’t want to share.”

You moaned as they thrusted into you in conjunction. Loki was more forceful than Tom. You hollowed your cheeks to suck off Loki.

“You’ve never had a problem sharing before.” Loki growled and pulled Thomas towards him, leaning over you by the scruff of his neck.

Loki’s lips pressed against Tom’s and he moaned. Loki pulled Tom’s head forward and slipped his tongue into Tom’s mouth. Tom groaned as he did the same.

You overheard the lips smacking and the mental image tipped you over the edge and you screamed around Loki’s cock and clenched hard around Tom, shuddering.

Loki pulled away and chuckled. He lifted your face to stare at him. “Did you cum little pet at the sounds of me making out with our dear Thomas?” Loki averted his eyes to stare at Thomas, who had pulled out of you, blushing. “What a naughty girl.” He shifted to lie back on the pillows. “My turn, Thomas.”

Thomas grunted. “She’s not prepared for me yet.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at him. “Whose problem is that?” Loki spread his legs wide. “Come here, pet, and ride me.”

You crawled over to Loki and straddled his hips. You grabbed his cock and lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh god…” you moaned as you settled against his thighs.

“Yes I am.” He gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth.

Tom stared at Loki. “Can you at least hand me that bottle?” He gestured at the bottle of lube on one pillow.

Your eyes widened. “You’re not going to…”

Loki magicked the bottle into Thomas’s hand. He squirted some on his fingers.

“You’ve been training, haven’t you? Wearing the plug I got you?” Tom’s hand slid between your cheeks, massaged your tight entrance, pressed you against Loki’s chest. “Or is that something else you have been lying to me about?” He slowly sunk his well lubed finger into your ass.

“FUCK…” you hissed. Tom stilled as did Loki to allow you to adjust.

After a few moments, Loki gave you ass a soft smack. “Pet…”

You rocked up and down on him as Tom slowly plunged his finger in and out of you. Soon he added a second one and you cursed again as he scissored them inside of you, opening you up.

“If you would train properly, this would be easier.”

Loki cupped your face. “And next time it will be me.” He kissed your lips. “Although I must say, fucking your cunt is a treat. So wet and tight.” He growled.

Tom pulled out his fingers and squirted out some more lube and ran his hand along his shaft.

“Loki…” Tom gave the god a knowing glance.

“Right…” He pulled you tight against him and kissed you with a passion. His fingers found your clit and stroked it.

Tom eased into you, he panted when he was fully seated against your ass. You were so incredibly tight around him.

“My god… darling… why have we… Loki….” Tom threw his head back when he gently thrusted into you.

Loki released your lips softly, a small trail of saliva connecting your two lips. Your eyes locked for a moment and you saw it, those same kind eyes. Loki smiled which turned to a smirk and soon he was full on grinning.

He bucked his hips and gasped. “You clenched even tighter around me.” He leaned down to purr in your ear. “Let’s see how you milk my cock as you come undone.”

The two of them alternated thrusting into you. Soon you were reduced to a whimpering moaning mess. The only words you knew were “yes” and “don’t stop.” Soon your orgasm washed over you, stronger than ever before.

“FUCK!” you screamed in a now hoarse voice. You spasmed and clenched around both of them before your vision went white.

“Ah… AH!” Loki moaned as he thrusted twice before spilling inside of you. Tom soon followed with a deep grunt, filling your other hole.

You fell against Loki’s chest, sweaty and spent. Loki smoothed down your hair. “You were exquisite, pet.”

Tom crawled beside the two of you, rubbing your back. “You did so well, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek and lips and then pecked Loki’s lips.

“Hmm…” you hummed, still coming down for your high. “Thank you.”

Loki pushed the two of you up and leaned you into Tom’s arms. “Why don’t the two of you get cleaned up and meet me downstairs?” He licked his lips, taking in your form. “We have much to discuss.”

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Choke.

another soulmate au nobody asked for :)

Akaashi Keiji x female reader x Bokuto Koutarou

TW dub-con, implied future non-con

It wasn’t a good day to begin with.

You’re late, rushing through the busy campus hallways to make it to an exam that quite frankly you’re at least 70% sure you’re going to fail, mostly because instead of cramming last night you’d been… otherwise occupied with your boyfriend.

And you really, really just want this whole thing to just be over with already.

With your nose stuck in your textbook, frantically pouring over your notes right up until the very last second, it’s hardly a surprise that you don’t see the two of them rushing down the hallway in the opposite direction until you’re quite literally colliding with the taller of the pair – the broad shouldered one.

Your notes go flying, the last of your coffee too and for one split second, you’re pretty positive that you’re gonna end up flat on your ass with a little more than some bruised pride. But just as you’re about to hit the ground, not one but two hands reach for you, catch you, and the very second they do, you feel it:

A flash of guilt and momentary alarm, embarrassment, you think, and chagrin, each emotion hitting you like a sledgehammer, overwhelming you, one after the other in a dizzying blur that’s distinctly other, and then–

Shock.

Dawning surprise.

A rush of something warm, adoring, a happiness so bright and blinding that it makes you physically jerk backwards, almost slamming your head against the wall in the process. And two pairs of eyes – one a deep, luminous gold, the other a cool, gunmetal blue – stare at you in wide eyed wonder a split millisecond before you wrench yourself free, gasping.

The moment their grip falters, the torrent stops. You can breathe.

Blessed silence, save for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. Everything fades out around you – the students and lecturers alike bustling through the busy hallway, the humming drone of chatter that’s nearly deafening. Nothing exists but the three of you; caught in your little bubble.

And it’s dread, you think, that seeps through your blood as you stare at them.

They’re both handsome, albeit in their own ways. The taller of the two – the one who’d almost barrelled you over – looks like he could probably bench press you without breaking a sweat. His shirt isn’t exactly clinging to him, but you can see the hints of well defined muscles beneath, and the size of his biceps alone are enough to make your heart skip a beat and your mouth dry up a little. With rippling muscles, spiky black and silver hair, a strong jawline and those round, golden eyes, he looks like a modern day adonis.

His friend might’ve been shorter, his build leaner, but with his softer features, pretty eyes and dark hair, you think he’s perhaps the prettiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. From the fineness of his nose to the gentle curve of his lips and his long, dark sweeping eyelashes, he reminds you of those white marble statues you’ve seen before in museums and art galleries– a beauty so divine, so perfect – so devastating – that it steals your breath a little.

And they’re both watching you, frozen entirely. Smiling in breathless delight, as if they can’t quite believe it either.

Soulmates.

You’ve spent your whole life wondering what it would be like, experiencing somebody else’s emotions. Studies have been done and countless books and articles written about the bond between soulmates; the intimacy of sharing emotions through touch, but nobody really knows why or how it happens.

And for some, it’s a subtle thing. A suggestion, a whisper against their own consciousness, easily brushed aside. Others feel it stronger.

For you, it was like drowning. Choking under the sudden, intense barrage of feelings that weren’t yours. Maybe it’s because there’s two of them – and that much at least you’re sure of. You don’t have the words to explain it, but they’d felt separate somehow, distinctive from one another – kind of like fingerprints, you suppose.

There’s no denying the bond, no denying that they’re both your soulmates, and all you can think of is that you don’t want it. Not here, not now. Not them.

The dark haired one seems to realise quicker than his friend that you’re not reacting how you’re supposed to, you’re just standing there, rigid and tense, gaping at them. And the slight smile that graced his perfect lips starts to waver, his brows drawing together when finally his friend cottons on.

He reaches for you, the beginnings of a pout taking shape on his face, and you move without even thinking, jerking out of reach with a sharp breath. His hand hangs outstretched for a beat too long, a noise like a kicked puppy leaving his lips as he realises that you’re flinching away from him; away from your soulmate. He looks heartbroken, and he’s yet to utter a single word.

You don’t give him a chance. You’re not some cold, unfeeling beast; there’s a twinge in your heart, a heaviness that’s far too close to guilt settling in your stomach, but you just can’t. And with shaking hands you bend over and hastily grab up your things, forcing yourself not to meet their confused, hurt stares when you right yourself.

“I– I’m sorry,” you murmur, and before either one of them can try to stop you, you disappear into the crowd, racing for your exam.

—

The lights are on when you make it back home, the familiar, comforting scent of home cooked food filling your apartment.

“Hey, babe,” your boyfriend calls out as you wearily drop your purse by the door and kick out of your shoes. His back’s to you, attention fixed on the simmering saucepan on the stovetop, but he glances over his shoulder as he continues, “How’d your exam go?”

And you can’t help it, you burst into tears.

Painful, heaving sobs that might’ve had you collapsing onto the floor if he hadn’t swept across the room to snatch you up into his arms. “That bad, huh?” Kuguri jokes, but the words sound hollow.

“I found them,” you mutter into his chest, and the way he stiffens, his grip tightening for just a moment has your heart breaking all over again.

Kuguri doesn’t say much as he leads you to the couch, he just lets you talk. It’s almost worse, you think, the way he doesn’t react.

Because you both knew this was coming at some point. For months you’ve tried to convince yourself that you could feel him when you were together.

You felt his love when he held you, right?

Happy when he was happy?

But you’d known, both of you, that as much as you wished it otherwise, he wasn’t your soulmate, and you weren’t his. And whether it was today or six months down the line, this was always going to happen.

“You don’t have to…” you trail off, searching his eyes desperately for anything other than the gentle resignation lingering there. “I love you.”

He smiles at that, cups your cheek in his hand and brushes away the stray tear that spills. “I know you do, but–” it’s not enough. “They’re your soulmates. Don’t you think they deserve a chance to make you happy?”

He’s gone when you wake the next morning.

—

In a university of thousands, a sprawling city campus, you honestly believe that in spite of everything, you probably won’t see them again. They don’t know your name, or what you study, you don’t live in the dorms like some of the other students; the chances of just randomly bumping into them again are slim, soulmates or no.

Of course, there are facebook groups and pages set up to reconnect lost soulmates, but you’d have to actually want to find them to try something like that.

(Part of you wonders whether they’ve tried)

The universe has a sense of humour, it seems, because when your paths cross next, it’s not at uni, it’s at the little corner store a few blocks down from your apartment.

At 2am in the morning.

And you’re staring intently at the freezer, mentally weighing up exactly what kind of ice cream you need to sate your craving when you hear the sharp intake of breath behind you.

“Holy crap, you’re here.”

It’s stupid, you think, the way your stomach flutters when you turn to find him staring in wide eyed wonder; the taller one, with the spiky hair and those impossibly wide, honey eyes.

He’s smiling, his entire face lit up like a christmas tree at the sight of you. As if you hadn’t run off without so much as an acknowledgement the last time you’d met. As if seeing you here, looking like shit – makeup free and dressed in your old favourite sweats – is the absolute best thing that could have happened.

And when your cheeks grow hot, you’re not entirely sure if it’s embarrassment over the way you look, the fact that he’s caught you buying ice cream that you fully intend to let melt just a little bit before polishing off at two in the morning, or if it’s shame over how badly you’d reacted the last time you’d seen him.

But if he notices your inner turmoil, he doesn’t show it, grinning widely as he calls back over his shoulder, “Akaashi!”

You still haven’t uttered a peep, haven’t moved. Just like last time you’re caught feeling like a kid with their hand stuck in the cookie jar as your other soulmate rounds the corner, his attention fixed on the ingredients list of the rice cracker snacks in his hands, a basket full of groceries tucked into the crook of his elbow.

“Bokuto, I was just around the corner, there’s no need to shout.”

Pretty steel blue eyes flicker up for a split second, then quickly do a double take as he realises that it’s you – his errant soulmate, standing struck dumb, here of all places. “Oh.”

Oh.

Akaashi eyes you for a moment, and you watch as his throat bobs unsteadily, but just as with Bokuto, he can’t seem to help the smile that creeps across his face. It’s softer than his friend’s, not so blinding but warm nonetheless. Genuine. There’s no animosity there, and it should put you at ease – they don’t seem to blame you, at least.

It should, but it doesn’t.

Even now, there’s a little voice in your head urging you to forget your late night cravings, turn tail and run. Nevermind that they’d likely just follow you, much less that you’d look like an absolute fucking idiot, fleeing from your soulmates who so far have done nothing wrong.

It’s not supposed to be this awkward, right? It’s not supposed to be difficult, but even when they’re smiling at you, there’s a tension that digs its claws into you and refuses to relent. Your heart thumps unevenly, like a scared little bunny caught in a trap and the wolves are circling.

If it’s normal, then your parents and every other soulmated pair you’ve ever met certainly kept it to themselves. Maybe it’s the guilt, you think. Maybe you’re just being overdramatic. They’re your soulmates, right? They probably just want to talk, to get to know you, and right now you’re the one being standoffish and rude.

It occurs to you then that you still haven’t spoken, and they’re both staring at you somewhat expectantly. You really are fucking this up, aren’t you?

“H-hi,” you manage to muster, forcing yourself to smile back. Tiny and timidly, perhaps, but it’s a smile.

It seems to work, because Bokuto positively beams at you and Akaashi sets down his basket to slide in closer, a pleased little hum escaping his throat.

Aside from the faint sound of the radio playing in the background and the cashier casually flicking through a magazine up at the register, the store is quiet. It’s just the three of you, except this time there really is no running off and disappearing into the crowd. Which is fine, you need to face them sooner or later, right?

Give them a chance?

Otherwise everything else, all that heartbreak and the lonely nights since will have been all for nothing. So you swallow tightly, take a soft, steadying breath, and press on.

“I, um… I’m sorry about last time. You know with… everything,” you finish lamely, mentally cringing at the sheer awkwardness of it. “I had an exam.”

But again, your soulmates don’t seem to take it personally, the darker haired one (Akaashi, your brain helpfully supplies) nodding slightly.

“It’s okay. You’re here now.” He has a nice voice, calming and smooth, and though the words seem to carry a different weight you find yourself nodding along with him. You can do this, you can make an effort.

This is fine.

You swallow again, tongue darting out to wet your lips, “I’m Y/N,” you introduce, clutching just a little bit tighter at the handles of your own shopping basket.

You don’t extend a hand, nor try to go in for a hug, but standing there rigidly feels wrong too. They’re strangers, yes, but they’re also not, and you don’t quite know how to act around somebody like that, somebody you’re supposedly fated for but know nothing about. All you know is that the last time they touched you, it was too much. It hurt. And even as you catch sight of the slightly disheartened expression on Bokuto’s face, you’re hesitant to put yourself through it again.

“It’s pretty,” Akaashi compliments, and there’s a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks as he says it. “Suits you.”

Your own probably aren’t much better, with the blood that rushes to your face. You drop your gaze a little, nibbling on your bottom lip, “O-oh, uh… thank you.”

When you glance back up to Bokuto, you find him staring at you again, not with the same hurt expression as before, but something akin to wonder. He seems speechless, in awe of your flustered state, and you wonder how he can bounce that quickly from emotion to emotion without giving himself whiplash. But it seems like your attention is just the thing he needs to pull himself out of it, because he closes his gaping mouth and grins again.

“Y/N,” he repeats, like he’s testing it out, rolling your name over his tongue. “You probably heard, but I’m Bokuto– you can call me Koutarou, though.”

There’s a beat of silence, and he’s quick to add, “And that’s Akaashi.”

“Keiji,” Akaashi corrects, shooting you another gentle smile.

First names. It makes sense, you suppose, but the familiarity of it all still doesn’t sit quite right with you. But now that introductions are out of the way, you don't have a clue what you’re supposed to say now - ‘so, soulmates; crazy, huh?’ doesn’t exactly feel appropriate, given the circumstances.

You’re distinctly aware that it’s the middle of the night and you’re at a convenience store and while this might not be the worst time to run into your soulmates again, it’s not far off.

Maybe that’s not a bad thing, though, because at least it kind of gives you an out. Shifting your weight from one foot to another, you clear your throat, “I hope you guys don’t think I’m being rude or anything, but it is kinda late…” you trail off, hoping they’ll pick up what you’re putting down.

And while Bokuto’s brow furrows, Akaashi at least has the decency to look a little abashed. “Yeah, no, of course. We’re just so… we’re glad we ran into you again.”

Your cheeks heat again, and to save yourself from having to meet their gazes head on, you quickly spin around, open the freezer door and grab the first pint ice cream that you see. “I just came for this,” you laugh, fighting back a wince at how hollow and fake it all sounds.

“Here,” Bokuto says, and before you can react he’s snatching it from your grip (thankfully keeping his hand from brushing against yours) and places it atop the basket in Akaashi’s arms. “Our treat.”

He beams at you, and you’re honestly too stunned to reply. You don’t really want him paying for it, but if it gets you out of this awkward encounter any quicker, you’ll swallow down your protests and let it go.

And so you trail meekly after the two of them as they head to the cashier, and when Akaashi passes you the bag you’re so careful to avoid his touch, a fact he notes with the slightest of frowns, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“It’s late,” he says instead as the three of you exit into the brisk night air. And then those gunmetal eyes are on you, studying you for a moment. You realise what he’s about to say the moment he opens his mouth again, “Can we walk you home? Or to the bus stop at least?”

Your stomach lurches at the thought of it, of two veritable strangers knowing where you live, but–

He’s not wrong, exactly. It is late, and in hindsight it was probably stupid for you to have come out at this time of the night alone in the first place, whether it was a safe neighbourhood or not. And they’re not strangers, they’re your soulmates.

You have to try.

So you nod. ‘It’s just down the road,” you murmur, but as the two of them fall into step either side of you, sharing a distinctly satisfied look between themselves, you think that it wouldn’t have mattered how far it was. They would have walked with you anywhere.

Yet their expressions of mild surprise (disappointment, maybe?) when you stop them less than five minutes later in front of your apartment block almost makes you laugh. “This is me.”

Bokuto eyes the building for just a moment before his attention returns to you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Lie, that little voice inside your head urges, but you force yourself to ignore it. You have to try. “Uh, not much, I guess…”

Even as you say the words, your hands tighten on your bag, twisting nervously – a sign they either don’t read or wilfully ignore as Bokuto brightens up once again.

“Awesome! Wanna swing by ours to chill for a little bit?”

Like a date, you think as your gaze flickers between the two. Yet Akaashi’s watching you just as intently, those dark eyes far more inscrutable than Bokuto’s, which doesn’t help ease the uncomfortable feeling sitting in the pit of your stomach. There’s really no reason for you to say no, no polite way for you to turn them down. They’re your soulmates, you’re supposed to want this. “Um…”

“Or we can come here, if you want? Or head into the city and do something there, maybe go see a movie or something? Whatever you’d prefer.”

“No!” the words slip from your tongue before you can stop them, the idea of the two of them in your apartment, your home just feels like… too much. “No,” you repeat again, quieter, forcing your features to soften into a hesitant smile. “Your place is good.”

That way you can leave if it all gets to be too much. It’s just a casual hang out. It’ll be fine.

Both of them seem to relax at your agreement, and you quickly take out your phone to grab Akaashi’s number – sending him a message so he has your number too.

“Perfect,” he says, his voice a purr that sends a ripple of something running down your spine. “I’ll text you the address in the morning.”

You smile at both of them, thanking them again for the ice cream and for walking back with you, even if it was only a few hundred metres. And you think you’re in the clear as you start walking up the steps, trying to balance your keys, your phone and your bags when the sound of your name being called makes you turn around.

Bokuto’s there, a step behind you, and before you can even so much as blink he’s grabbing at your hand, tugging you forward and kissing you.

Just like last time, it’s instantaneous and overwhelming. You feel it all – his giddy excitement, the stirrings of something deeper, less innocent as he cradles your body to his.

And the love.

Oh god. It’s not mere affection, not some fleeting, superficial thing. It pours over you in unrelenting waves, crushing you under the force of it – you can’t even feel his tongue moving against yours, or the way he sucks on your bottom lip, groaning quietly.

You can’t breathe, can’t think. It’s too much, too much, too strong, too sudden, you can’t BREATHE.

Your trembling hands finds his shoulders, and as your head spins, nausea churning in your gut you don’t waste a second, shoving him away from you with enough force that he actually stumbles back a little.

Though you’ll admit it’s probably more from shock than any strength you actually possess.

And you don’t dare look to Akaashi as tears fill your eyes, a heaving gasp leaving your lips. Bokuto’s eyes are wide, his mouth agape; he looks confused more than horrified as you stumble back, almost tripping over the last step.

“D-don’t touch me,” you gasp, “please.”

There’s pain in his eyes as your tears well up and spill over and you choke back another sob, but you don’t give him a chance to say anything else. Limbs trembling, you force yourself upright, clutching at the keys in your fist as you skitter towards the door.

You hear one of them, Akaashi you think, calling out your name, but you don’t pause, don’t look back – throwing open the lobby door and slamming it shut behind you.

And your heart pounds as you climb the steps two at a time, and it’s only once you're in the safety of your own apartment, with the door shut and firmly locked that you allow yourself to breathe. You realise distantly that at some point – probably on the steps outside – you dropped the ice cream they’d bought for you, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. The first time you realise was an accident, they had no way of knowing you were their soulmate, much less how you’d react when they’d touched you. But that–

That wasn’t right.

It wasn’t normal.

Those feelings, that love, you’ve never experienced anything like it, and yet it’s left you feeling filthy; tainted. Scared. It was too much; boundless and abundant, the kind of love that devours and chokes, selfishly strangling everything in its environment to thrive. Overpowering and solely directed at you. How was it supposed to do anything but terrify you. And how can he possibly believe that he loves you like that already?

Soulmates or not, you don’t know him!

This– this whole thing is wrong.

You can’t stop yourself from checking the locks on your apartment another three times before you slip under the covers of your bed, trying to will sleep to find you.

On the nightstand beside you, your phone vibrates, but you refuse to check it, knowing full well that it’s them.

It doesn’t stop.

And with every new notification your blood pressure climbs, and there’s a part of you that’s telling you you have no reason to be reacting like this – whatever happened on those steps, it’s not like they’re going to hurt you.

It was an accident, a misunderstanding.

But they’re still blowing your phone up with notifications and they know where you live and no matter what you tell yourself, you can’t seem to quell the disquiet that eats away at you.

And it’s a cruel thing to do, you know it is, but you don’t know what else to do as you finally give in, swiping your phone up and searching for his contact. The phone rings once, twice, three times and there’s a sinking feeling in your chest when you realise he’s not going to pick up–

“Hello?” Kuguri’s voice is groggy, heavy with sleep and you can almost picture him, sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes, running a hand through his messy bed hair. “Fuck, do you know what time it is, Y/N? Why’re you calling me so late?”

There’s a pause, pregnant and heavy, and the only sound that leaves you is the soft hitch in your breath.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, quieter this time, an edge of worry in his tone.

You haven’t spoken to him in weeks, since he’d left without a word and broke your heart, but he’s the only one you want to talk to right now.

“I-I’m sorry for calling,” you begin, sniffling back your tears. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

—

When you drag yourself out of bed only a few short hours later, your body’s still crying out for a little more sleep, but you can’t afford to indulge.

Like you’d planned, you send the message first thing, ignoring the flood of unread texts above – both from Akaashi and an unknown number you can only assume is Bokuto’s.

I’m sorry about last night, just need some space.

You have nothing to be sorry for – even if it wasn’t for the frankly unsettling emotions you’d felt, Bokuto’d still kissed you without your permission. But Kuguri said it was better that way – they were less likely to freak out and panic or whatever. You hadn’t questioned it too much, it didn’t really matter what you said so long as they knew you didn’t want them anywhere near you… at least until you figured this whole thing out. And you trusted Kuguri on this.

God knows why he’d even answered your call in the first place, but you’re impossibly glad that he did. Gladder still that he hadn’t hung up on you the moment he’d realised why you were calling.

You scoff down a quick breakfast, before hopping into the shower. The scalding water’s a welcome relief, waking you up more than your coffee had and allowing you the space to think.

Kuguri’s got errands to run this morning, but he’d said you were welcome to stop by his place anytime. He’d insisted on it actually, telling you in no uncertain terms to pack an overnight bag.

‘Look, I’m probably being an overprotective asshole, alright, but I don’t want you there by yourself, so either you come here or I’m coming over there.’

And the thought that you’d need somebody there to protect you, that either one of your soulmates would do anything–

But it’s not so much about them, you think, but you. You’d been a mess when you’d called him, and despite how everything had gone down, Kuguri still cared about you – you can’t just turn those feelings off overnight – is it any wonder that you’d worried him?

Distantly, you register your phone going off a few more times as you busy yourself in washing your hair. You assume it’s Kuguri checking up on you, making sure that you’re alright – you pay it no mind, humming quietly as you reach for your conditioner.

And by the time you slip from your bathroom, wrapped in a big, fluffy towel it’s probably closer to mid-morning than you’d like. You don’t bother blow drying your hair or putting on makeup, instead heading to your room to get dressed and grab some clothes to take to Kuguri’s.

Except there’s a knocking at the door that stops you in your tracks.

You hadn’t heard the buzzer for the building’s main door go off, which meant that it was probably just your landlord stopping by, or one of your neighbours. You know the little girl who lives in the apartment next to yours likes to bake with her dad and sometimes drops off freshly made cookies and treats, so you hastily throw on enough clothes to pass as decent.

“Coming,” you sing out, racing across the room to reach the door.

Except when you throw it open, it’s not one of your neighbours standing out in your hallway, nor is it your elderly landlord.

Akaashi and Bokuto crowd the empty space; Bokuto grinning widely, Akaashi’s dark eyes fixed on yours.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he murmurs, a faint frown tugging at his features as studies your face. “We were worried about you.”

And there’s so many things wrong with the fact that they’re here; least of all being how the hell they got into the building to begin with, but you can’t afford to think of any of that. You simply need to get them out of here without causing a fuss. Now.

They’re still your soulmates, you remind yourself as your heart rate picks up. They won’t do anything to hurt you.

“I-I told you I needed space, please go,” you mutter, clutching so tightly at the edge of the door that your knuckles turn white. “Please,” you beg again when neither of them make a move to leave.

“I told you, ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto says, his smile slipping in favour of a wounded pout, “She’s afraid of us. Her soulmates.”

And you don’t know what compels you to shake your head instead of just slamming the door in their faces, “N-no, I just–”

“She’s just skittish,” Akaashi interrupts, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Overwhelmed – this is all new to her. It’s okay, princess,” he says, addressing you this time with a teasing little smirk, “We’ll be gentle, okay? We’re going to take good care of you.”

It’s the final blow to your tentative politeness. As panic sinks its teeth into you, you skitter backwards, scrambling to shut the front door before they can get in–

Bokuto’s faster. They both are.

Stronger, too.

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intrepidacious · 2 years

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caught up in you

summary: When Chris takes you on a nightly drive, he still has a few surprises in store for you.

pairing: college!chris beck x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: literally just fluff, one (1) musical theatre reference, i know nothing about stars i just think they’re neat

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prompt: “and in the middle of the night when i'm in this dream / it's like a million little stars spelling out your name” (untouchable) & “all I feel in my stomach is butterflies” (everything has changed) by taylor swift

a/n: this was written for my dear friend tiff's 1k writing challenge and it's decidedly not what i'd planned to write for this challenge, i just got a book about astronomy from the library today and this sort of just happened. surprise!! anyway, congrats again @barnesafterglow i couldn't be more proud of you <3

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The stars were as bright as Chris’ eyes that night, so when he asked you to come with him, you’d said yes without a second thought. In all honesty, you’d have taken any excuse to leave the campus behind and just drive, music blasting and quiet laughter fading into comfortable silence, watching the other cars disappear until it seemed you were the only people on the planet who were still awake.

You were set to leave for winter break early the next day, your bags already packed next to your bed, all ready for your flight home. It was a relief to finally be done with the avalanche of exams and overdue essays that’d been dragging you down all semester, senior slump getting the better of you, making you constantly irritable and exhausted.

Now, though, it’d all made space for a lovely sense of tranquility you only ever felt with Chris by your side.

You’d barely seen him all semester, your schedules vastly conflicting due to your different majors. At first you’d thought it a blessing, hoping your stubborn little crush on him would vanish just as quietly as it’d appeared if you didn’t see him that often, but you had no such luck.

Your best friend was still the most annoyingly handsome boy you’d ever met.

It didn’t help that he was also the smartest guy you knew when it came to pretty much every subject except, thankfully, your feelings for him, or that his freckles mapped out little constellations you wanted to trace up to his hairline.

Chris kept his eyes on the road while you watched his profile, but that pesky little grin appeared on his face again, the one that never failed to make your stomach flip. “We’re almost there,” he said and held out his hand for you to place another redvine in.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” you asked. There was nothing around you but the trees, and it was so dark you couldn’t see much farther than a few feet outside of the beam of your headlights.

“Patience is a virtue, you know,” he told you, still smiling.

You laughed. “You really wanna go there, Beck?”

You kept bickering until he pulled the car over a few minutes later, parking it next to a fairly steep path that led up through the line of trees. It was freezing when you got out of the car, the ground crunching softly underneath your boots. Your breath left little clouds of steam in the clear night air.

“Come on!” Chris called over when he saw you hesitating. His backpack was slung loosely around one shoulder, and he was carrying a bundle of blankets he’d pulled out of the trunk of his car.

Reluctantly, you followed him up the trail, your nose scrunched up against the wind. He’d told you to dress up warm before you left, but you felt like you were still at least two layers short of an acceptable temperature. Your eyes were watering so much you barely noticed when you emerged on a little clearing and Chris stopped walking, so you almost barreled into him.

“Careful, starshine,” he chuckled, and you felt your cheeks heat in spite of the cold.

“What are we doing here, Chris?” you muttered into your scarf as he unfolded an insulation blanket on the frozen grass.

“We,” he said, putting another blanket around you and pulling gently until you sat down next to him, “are getting the best view within driving distance.”

You looked up at the sky.

There were thousands upon thousands of stars. Not a single cloud was covering the panoply above you, and you’d left the city so far behind that no artificial light was affecting the magnificent sight. The stars were shining so brightly it almost didn’t look real.

For a while, you could do nothing but stare in awe.

“I like to come here when I need a reminder why I’m doing this,” Chris said quietly and you turned to glance at him. Your heart gave a stutter so thunderous you almost flinched. He looked just about as tired as you felt, but the stars were reflecting in his eyes like they made up his personal galaxy.

You’d always thought him beautiful, but he’d never looked quite as mesmerizing as he did right then.

He swallowed heavily, but he didn’t avert his gaze from the night sky. Probably for the better; you were sure everything you felt for him was written all across your face right then, and it felt too precious to be witnessed.

“Look, that’s Orion,” Chris said and you followed his outstretched arm back up to the stars, trying to find where he led you.

“That one?” you asked, pointing at something bright.

“No, that’s the Hyades.” You trailed more to the left and he chuckled. “That’s Mars.” He wrapped his hand around yours so that your index fingers were aligned. You couldn’t help the small gasp at his touch. “See those three stars here?”

You hummed, not trusting your vocal cords to make it through a single syllable.

“They make up Orion’s Belt. That’s Rigel, at his foot,” he continued, guiding your hand down and to the right, tracing a trapeze in the stars. “And when you follow it up this way, to his shoulder, that’s Betelgeuse.”

“Beetlejuice, huh?” you grinned. “You offering a full-time specter?”

“You bet’cha. Nerd.” You could hear the smile in Chris’ voice.

“That’s rich coming from you, space boy.”

“That’s his club, over there,” he continued, ignoring your remark. “And that’s the shield.”

“I think I see it,” you said, squinting a bit.

You expected him to let go of you, then, but instead, he tilted you further backwards until you basically laid down on the blanket.

“That one’s the brightest star in the night sky,” he said, drawing out another star formation with your fingers. “And it’s part of the Greater Dog.”

You giggled. “Is there a Lesser Dog?”

“You’re joking, but there is. Wait a second.” He directed you back to Beetlejuice and to the left. “Those two. See that line?”

“I don’t see how it’s a dog, but sure.” The wind picked up and a shiver went through you.

“Do you wanna head back to the car?” Chris asked.

“No,” you said, realizing you didn’t. He still kept hold of your hand. “I just wish I’d brought a heater or something.”

“It’s not the same thing, but there’s hot chocolate in that thermos.”

“And you’re only telling me this now?”

He laughed quietly and sat up, pulling his backpack open with one hand. When he did finally let go of you, you frowned at the loss. The first sip of your drink helped bring some warmth back to your body, at least.

Chris kept the thermos in his hand, shifting even closer and wrapping his own blanket around both of you. “That okay?” he asked softly.

Again, you could only nod. You were feeling considerably warmer already.

A movement in the distance caught your eye and you jerked your head around. “Look at that!” you gasped, blindly grabbing his arm and staring at the sky again. “Was that a shooting star?”

“Possible. There are some meteor showers around this time.” There was a short pause before he spoke again, even more quietly this time. “You should wish for something, just in case.”

When you turned towards him again, the stars in his eyes only seemed to burn brighter. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but his cheeks looked slightly flushed. You bit your lip, hard, and Chris’ gaze dropped to the movement. Your fingers involuntarily tightened around his arm and you could hear his breath hitch.

A million butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the same time.

You felt so dizzy with the lightness of it, it was easy to lean in, to let your lips meet his the way you thought about at least as many times as there were stars in his eyes, to kiss him like you’ve wanted to for so long now.

He sighed against your lips, and it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. There was a fire burning in you now that made you forget about the cold, made you forget about everything but the way he tasted faintly of rootbeer and chocolate and the fact that he was actually kissing you—

“Wait,” Chris gasped against your mouth and you almost fell backwards with how fast you moved.

Your brain couldn’t form any words, not with the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, but before you could stammer out some sort of apology for your impulsiveness, he grabbed the thermos lid out of your hand, chugged the rest of its contents down and quickly screwed the bottle shut before throwing it carelessly on the ground next to you.

“Now,” he said lowly, putting his hands on your cheeks and pulling you in again, “where were we?”

If there were hundreds more shooting stars in the sky that night, you couldn’t care less.

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heliads · 3 years

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Guns Blazing, Tides Rising (Part One)

When Kaz Brekker announces that they’ll be working with a certain Tidemaker to help with the latest heist, Jesper knows it’s not going to end well. He and Y/N L/N have a fierce rivalry, although feelings may change over a night.

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Jesper is almost one block away from the Crow Club when he senses that he isn’t alone.

Technically, he hasn’t been alone in a long time. There is no place to get away in Ketterdam, no alley left uninhabited or room without a listener. It’s certainly nothing like Novyi Zem, where you could find miles of farmland with nobody to talk to and nothing to do. No, the Barrel has never been somewhere to stay away from people.

This, however, is a different kind of presence. Jesper only notices it now, and he has no idea how long the Wraith has been following him. Sometimes he thinks she does it on purpose, walking behind him, footsteps silent as ever, just to see how long it takes him to figure out that she’s there. Jesper halts in his tracks, raising his voice to the hooded figure no doubt a pace or two behind him. “I know you’re there, Inej, and if I turn around just now you had better not do that thing where you wait two inches behind me just to make me jump.”

There is silence, as expected. Jesper turns in a slow semicircle, ready for the inevitable, yet he still stiffens just slightly to see Inej standing behind him. Jesper has been in the Barrel for a long time, and gotten used to the skulking and sneaking of the various goons. He fancies himself at least somewhat capable at figuring out when people are following him, but for some reason, he cannot do the same with Inej. Not at all.

She raises an eyebrow at him. “You did the thing.” Jesper finishes lamely. Something almost like a smile tugs at Inej’s lips. “That’s not exactly my fault. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for a while. I’ve practically been stomping my heels against the cobblestones.” Jesper groans. “You have not. You’ve been as silent as ever, and you know that.” Inej ignores this, jerking her chin behind her, back in the direction of the Slat. “Your Crow Club endeavor will have to wait. Kaz needs you.”

Kaz Brekker needs him. “What a surprise. I’m very useful, as it turns out. Couldn’t this wait a little longer, though? I’ve heard they’ve got a new dealer over at Makker’s Wheel.” Inej just turns around, starting to walk back towards the Slat. No matter how hard Jesper tries, he cannot hear a single footstep echo against the stones. “This is more important.” Jesper raises an eyebrow. “More important than earning the Dregs money by supporting a local establishment? He doesn’t need to worry, you know, I’ve got money.”

Jesper grimaces at the look of incredulity starting to color Inej’s eyes. “Alright, it’s not a lot of money. But it is at least enough to buy a round or two. Besides,” Jesper continues, eager to shift the conversation away from his less than prosperous gambling habits, “Why did Kaz send you? He could have just delivered a note.” Inej lifts a shoulder, even the slightest of shrugs a graceful movement. “I told you, this is important.”

Jesper is intrigued by this. “Whenever you say ‘important’ more than once, it’s always good. Is it another heist? Extortion? Maybe a good clash of rival gangs?” Inej rolls her eyes. “I’m not supposed to tell you anything. That was the whole point of me going.” Jesper sighs dramatically. “You could tell me a little bit. I wouldn’t even mention it to Kaz.”

Inej instead lets her eyes trail upwards, towards the ramshackle glory of the Slat which is visible down the block. “You’ll get your information soon enough.” Her voice grows quiet, quieter than usual. It’s practically impossible to hear over the clack of footsteps on stone as pigeons and gang members alike rush to finish their business before it grows too late and the thieves come running. “I will say one thing, though. While we’re still away from prying ears.”

Jesper leans closer, fascinated. “What is it?” Inej looks up at him, and Jesper realizes that she looks almost regretful. “Don’t be too upset.” Jesper waits for more, some explanation to this excruciatingly vague statement, but nothing happens. “Don’t be upset? What, is Kaz going to cane me to death?” Inej tilts her head to the side. “There’s a plan, and it will involve some things that you won’t be too fond of. That’s all I can say for now.”

Jesper wants to pry a little further, even if he senses that the Wraith will remain silent, but the door to the Slat is already in front of him, effectively stopping any conversation. The Dregs may be Kaz’s gang, but loyalties can always be changed. Jesper has wandered the canals long enough to know that all secrets should be kept to locked doors, and even allies can turn against you. Some conversations are best when they’re not shared at all.

Jesper looks around for Kaz in the main room of the Slat, but he doesn’t see the dark-haired boy anywhere. Instead, Inej inclines her head towards the rickety set of stairs at the back of the room. “He’ll be waiting for you in his office.” Jesper moves to ask her something, anything, about what else is waiting for him there, but before he can even open his mouth to speak Inej has disappeared. It’s fascinating- Jesper hadn’t even turned away or looked elsewhere, yet she had vanished right before his open eyes. He hadn’t seen her go, just witnessed her blink away into the shadows.

Jesper stares at the empty floorboards where Inej had once stood, then, squaring his shoulders as if preparing for a particularly nerve-wracking round of cards, begins to ascend the flights of stairs. He pauses once outside the door to Kaz’s office, touching the hilts of his pearl handled revolvers for luck, then pushes open the door and steps inside.

Kaz is waiting for him, standing at his desk and running through a map spread out across the wooden surface. He looks up when he sees Jesper enter, straightening to nod once in greeting. Jesper’s eyes travel to Inej, who had somehow beat him up the stairs and is now perched, catlike, on Kaz’s windowsill.

Kaz doesn’t bother with pleasantries or questions about Jesper’s day, as per usual, just dives into an explanation. “There’s a mercher living down near the Financial District. He’s like the others- snotty, pretends to be pious, unseasonably rich for someone who just arrived at his title, but he’s strayed too far from his gilded walkways and tried to start restrictions on Fifth Harbor.”

Jesper lets out a snort. “Merchers. Always getting too big for their tie pins.” Kaz ignores this. “Under his new plan, we’d have to pay out reparations to him and also ease back on coaxing pigeons into our establishments. There’s no way in hell that would ever pass, but this mercher just happens to have some pretty significant blackmail on key members of the Merchant Council, and they’ll pass whatever bill he wants so long as he keeps his mouth shut. Unfortunately, we can’t kill him directly, but we can break into his mansion and steal his proof of the Council’s less savory transactions. Without the blackmail, the Council will never pass the bill, and we’ll be fine.”

Jesper raises an eyebrow. “As easy as that?” Kaz lifts a shoulder. “There’s a slight complication. This mercher, Joeri ter Steege, has a certain thing for oceanside views. He’s found himself a nice little inlet near the water’s edge, and access to his mansion is only available by boat. This means that any attempt to access his house would mean we would travel by water, and any boat could easily be sighted by guards that patrol the area.”

Jesper squints at Kaz. “What do you mean, only available by boat? If he’s living in an inlet, shouldn’t there be some dock connecting it to the mainland?” Inej flashes him a smile. “The merch has got himself a moat.” Jesper stares. “You’re kidding me. You’ve got to be kidding me. This merch is so extravagantly wealthy that he’s gone and got himself a moat? Ghezen’s hand, maybe I should become a banker. The things I could do.” Inej hides a laugh. “The moats you could build.”

Kaz’s hand tightens around his crow’s head cane. “Regardless of the merch’s terrible landscaping decisions, the fact remains that access will be practically impossible. To get across, we’d need a boat, and any boat would be sighted by guards. That’s why we need a Tidemaker.” Jesper’s smile starts to drop from his face. Suddenly, pieces are starting to fall into place. Inej’s warning. Kaz’s mention of a Tidemaker. Jesper shakes his head. “Don’t tell me you got the one Tidemaker I’m thinking of. Please say you brought in somebody else.”

Kaz opens his mouth to either condemn this or save Jesper’s skin, but then a voice rings out from the newly opened door and Jesper’s spirits sink into his boots. “Afraid not, Fahey. They’ve brought me.” Jesper turns around, finding himself face to face with a girl just walking into the office, hand loosely wrapped around the wooden doorframe. She tosses him a smile as if they’re old friends, when it couldn’t be further from the truth.

Jesper whirls back around to face Kaz. “You didn’t. You’re really trusting her? Y/N L/N?” Kaz shrugs. “She’s the best there is, unfortunately. We need to remain hidden, and she’s the only one who won’t rat us out or let us drown.” Y/N walks further into the room, letting the door close behind her. “I appreciate the vote in confidence, but don’t worry about me. I can get you in and out, no problem. Well, the only problem will be you, sharpshooter.”

Jesper feels the sudden need to grab one (or maybe both) of his revolvers and let fly with his bullets. Can a Tidemaker wash away a hail of ammunition? Jesper’s assuming not. Kaz taps his cane against the floor. “Let’s not reach to violence just yet, Jesper. Wait until after the extraction is over.” Jesper throws one last glare Y/N’s way. “Trust me, I’ll have no problem with that.” He can wait, after all.

The problem with Y/N L/N is this: she keeps finding a way to meddle with everything he does. First, Jesper was on a heist by himself, breaking into a stronghold of the Dime Lions to snatch up an encoded message left by Pekka Rollins. He was doing fine until a wave of water cascaded in through the windows, knocking him aside and thoroughly drenching the paper. It was useless now, both to Rollins and to Kaz. Y/N had only bothered to toss a wink across the room before leaving, allowing her wave to soak Jesper’s boots while she was at it.

The second time was during a shootout. She’d been hired to the other side, although Jesper hadn’t known it yet. Jesper was just about to fire upon the lousy goon who’d hired her when she’d used her powers again, this time specifically intending to ruin his guns. His precious pearl-handled revolvers, soaked through with water. It had taken him forever to get the saltwater out of every crack and groove in the metal, and during all of that time he’d vowed to himself that he’d be the one to darken her doorway and make Y/N regret ever stepping foot against him again.

Jesper had won the third time. This time, he was the unexpected guest, and she was seconds away from drowning an entire swath of gang members to protect a secret. She was just raising her hands to move the water into place when a gunshot sounded from out of nowhere and she was knocked sideways, hand already raising to the stain of red starting to bloom out from her arm. It wouldn’t kill her, unfortunately, but it was enough to give the gang members time to escape. Some of them were Dregs, after all, and Jesper had some friends to protect. That isn’t to say that he didn’t walk away with a smile, just that he had multiple motives.

Needless to say, he didn’t exactly have the best history with Y/N L/N. And now Kaz was asking him to have her back during a heist? It sounds like a joke. Unfortunately, Jesper has a sinking feeling that there’s no getting out of this. If he’s going to have to depend on Y/N for his life, things might not exactly go according to plan. He has no idea where Y/N’s loyalties lie, he reasons, but Jesper thinks there might be more to it than that.

The group meets up at the water’s edge. The canals bleed into the harbor here, and Jesper can just make out the lights of Joeri ter Steege’s mansion across the glittering black of the waves. He can also make out a slight tension in Kaz’s grip on his cane as he takes in the sight of the undulating water, but that isn’t for him to notice. Y/N melts out of the shadows, a blue lining on her coat the only indication that she might still cling to Ravkan traditions for Grisha. “Well?” She asks, walking past them as if not expecting an answer, “Are we ready?”

Y/N spreads her hands and the water of the harbor flickers and shifts on the surface. As Jesper watches, Y/N steps forward, and the water solidifies under her feet as if she’s walking on glass instead of the tides. She pushes her hands apart, and the area of solid water expands until it’s large enough to act as a bridge. She turns to the rest of the group. “We can walk from here. It’ll be faster than a boat, and far more quiet.”

Kaz nods, beginning to walk after her on the bridge of water. Before his feet leave the ground, his mouth moves once. “No mourners.” Jesper nods. “No funerals.” They won’t be able to speak as freely at the mercher’s island, so this will do best. Jesper considers the unmoving waves one last time, then follows him. He’s half expecting Y/N to let the water liquify under his feet just a little bit, out of spite, but it holds. They continue along the harbor, and if Jesper turns his head he can see the bridge rippling back into normal water after they pass by it. It raises the hairs on the back of his neck to see his escape route disappear so quickly, but Jesper does his best to quiet the voice of warning. Kaz would never bring Y/N in if he thought she would betray them, and even if he did, Kaz would have another way out. That’s just the way Dirtyhands worked.

All the same, Jesper feels a little better when his heels land on solid ground once more. Kaz doesn’t have to say a word, just points at the roof. Jesper nods, remembering the plan. He and Y/N split away from Kaz and Inej, heading towards the roof for their line of entry. When Jesper had heard this part of the plan, he had complained viciously. Why should he have to go scale the building alone with Y/N? Why couldn’t Inej go instead? In the end, it hadn’t mattered- the plan needed them both there, so that’s where they would go.

Jesper doesn’t exactly have Inej’s skill in climbing, but ter Steege makes it easy. There are balconies and handholds practically everywhere, as if the merch is offering free mansion climbing lessons to anyone interested. Jesper supposes that one would be less concerned about robberies if you had a moat, but still. You have that much money, you might as well pretend to make it hard for light-fingered con artists.

Soon enough, Jesper and Y/N are standing on the roof, staring down at the fourth skylight from the left. This is where they’ll enter, once it reaches eleven bells and it’s time to move. Now, however, all they can do is wait as Kaz and Inej get into position. Jesper carefully sits down, letting his long legs prop up against the tiles of the roof. Y/N sits next to him, staring up at the sky. The moon is out tonight, the pale light illuminating her eyes and dusting her cheeks.

Distantly, Jesper realizes that he’s never seen her like this- letting her guard down for once. He’s not shooting at her, she’s not trying to drown him, it’s almost like a peace offering. Y/N must be having the same thoughts, because she turns to face him. The moonlight still stays on her face, as if unwilling to let go. Jesper has the sudden thought that he wouldn’t want to do the same either, if he had the opportunity to linger here, then shakes himself mentally.

Y/N’s voice is quiet, a whisper cutting through his thoughts and scattering them to the wind. “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t been fighting when we first met each other? Would we have been friends like you and Kaz?” Jesper chuckles in spite of himself. “If you think Kaz Brekker makes friends, I’m starting to think that you’ve suffered a head injury.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “He trusts you. That’s rare.” Jesper shrugs, conceding this. He keeps speaking, though, even when he has just decided to remain silent. “I think we could have been close. We have similar interests.” Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Money? A good time?” Jesper flashes her a grin, easy as flipping a coin and landing it square in your palm. “Exactly. See? We already understand each other perfectly.”

Y/N lets out a short laugh at that, moonlight still teasing at the corner of her lips. Jesper’s eyes linger longer than they should. Curse his tendencies to start rivalries with the prettiest of enemies- it’s beginning to get him into trouble. Y/N’s head tilts towards the tides below, and then she stands. “It’s time. The bells are about to ring.” Jesper mourns the moment lost, then stands and takes his position by the skylight. He waits for the bells to begin to toll, then grabs his revolver, spinning it back and forth in his palm like a nervous tic before firing four times at the corners of the window, exactly where the locks will hold.

He doesn’t miss the way Y/N’s eyes track the spin of the gun, or the admirative tug of her lips into a half smile. However, now is no longer the time for schoolboy glances, and Jesper kneels at the window, carefully removing it from its frame. This is their entrance, and they would do well to hurry along.

The plan almost goes well. Almost. They manage to break into the mercher’s office, stealing the documents and meeting up with Kaz and Inej to get out, but just as they’re about to cross through the main atrium of the mansion, a loud dissonance of bells breaks out. An alarm. Jesper sees identical looks of panic reflected on every face- this was not supposed to happen. Not at all. They don’t hesitate, just run. Jesper’s lived in the Barrel long enough to remember this one lesson: when you can’t count on gangs or anyone to have your back, your feet always will. Just remember to keep moving.

They’re almost to the water’s edge when the shots ring out. Guards have followed them out of the building and fire even as their feet pound down the beach. Jesper’s revolvers are in his hands before another second can pass, bullets aimed with precision as he runs. They’re almost to the water when he hears a sound from behind him that draws all breath from his lungs. From here, it almost sounds like a cry of pain. It’s soft, as if someone’s trying not to draw attention, but Jesper hears it nonetheless.

He turns around and his stomach clenches with horror as he realizes he was right. Y/N is stumbling, clutching a terrible scarlet stain across her chest. It’s deep, too deep, and far too close to her heart to be safe. Y/N has time to fling her arms up, casting out the bridge of water once more, before she falls to the ground. All of a sudden, Jesper’s vision tunnels. He can only see two things: Y/N, hand limp over the spreading blood, and the guards, pistols still smoking.

Jesper’s shots ring out again and again. He can’t hear anything other than a buzzing in his ears, something that might be his pulse or just a sign that he’s gone mad. To be honest, Jesper’s not sure that he cares. Bullets careen through the air, curving around pillars and corners to reach their targets. His da would panic to see him, grab Jesper by his shoulders and tell him to be more careful. Anyone could know now, could see the way the bullets fly through the air as if guided by an invisible hand and figure out what that means, but Jesper doesn’t think about that for a second. All he can think about is revenge, and making sure that every single body falls to the ground.

Jesper’s haze leaves him, and he realizes that all of the guards are dead. All of them. Then his guns are back in their holsters, and he’s scrambling towards Y/N. When he picks her up, she feels cold. Too cold. Blood is staining his hands now, turning the long fingers red, but he barely notices at all. His heels flash down the beach, then onto the water, which is still solid. It must be killing her to keep this up, but she’s still doing it.

Jesper swore that it took far longer to make the trip over the harbor, but it feels like he’s barely taken a few steps before he’s on the other side and the water bridge is swallowed up by the tides once more. Kaz and Inej have just made it onto the other side, and their eyes widen at the crazed look on Jesper and the bloodied form of Y/N in his arms. Jesper doesn’t have time to consider this, and he shouts at them as he runs. “Get a healer! Get somebody- Nina, maybe. Anybody.”

Inej takes off into the streets, but Kaz remains, giving Jesper a particular look. “I remember you saying something about how Y/N was your rival. This is your chance, you know. The Barrel can be a ruthless place, and nobody would suspect you if she never made it back.” Jesper has the feeling that this is a test, some challenge placed before him to see how he’ll respond, but he can’t find it within himself to care. Jesper has always had an affinity for the odds, but this once, it’s not enough. “No. I’m getting her out. I need a Healer.”

Kaz steps back, allowing Jesper to pass, but not before he sees the appraising look in his eyes. Kaz nods once, briefly, and then Jesper is around the corner and sprinting headlong towards the Slat. A Healer is indeed waiting there, and holds out her arms to receive Y/N. For a second, Jesper’s arms clench around her body, unwilling to give her up, and then he forces his arms to relax and she’s gone, carried away into another room.

Jesper is left with the blood staining his shirt and the decision staining his conscience. If Y/N died, was it his fault? Should he care this much? He’s not sure that question can even be answered. The Healer comes out eventually, nodding at him. She’s not ready to have visitors, or at least she won’t be awake to see them, but that doesn’t stop Jesper from disappearing into her room the second the Healer leaves.

Jesper feels his throat close up when he sees her. Y/N is lying stiff and unmoving on a narrow bed, breath unnaturally slow and eyes closed. It’s strange- he’s seen her fiery and powerful, glowing as a Grisha does after they use their powers, but now she looks seconds from death. Jesper’s feet carry him woodenly over to the bed, and he stands there for a moment before reaching down and taking her hand. He doesn’t expect to feel anything at all, yet there’s a slight pressure and her eyelids flicker open.

“What, trying to finish the job?” A slight smile cracks Y/N’s lips, and Jesper feels like he could cry out in relief. Maybe it’s time he takes up Inej’s saints after all. “You’re alright?” She nods, although even this small movement appears to hurt. “As well as one can. I think I have someone to thank for that, though.” Jesper nods slowly. “Yeah, the Healer was great. We should keep her around just in case.”

Y/N laughs, the sound undamaged even as her blood still stains the bandages. “You’re impossible. I’m talking about you.” Jesper’s cheeks feel hot. “Oh.” Now this is unreal- usually he’s the one eliciting blushes, never the other way around. “I couldn’t just leave you there, you know.” She nods once, smiling, and then her eyelids seem too heavy to stay open and she starts to drift off to sleep once more. If Jesper happened to stay with her even after her eyes shut, and even if a kiss just happened to be pressed to her cheek, well, that was nobody’s business but his own.

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apathycares · 3 years

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Scared and Alone: Part 2

Hello! This is the long awaited continuation of Bakugou’s mom taking in a mute and homeless teen ask (here!). I’m pretty sure y’all forgot about it considering I wrote it two years ago, but uh...actually I’m sorry bye.

※ Warnings: Swearing (Bakugou family lol)

※ Characters: Short appearances from the Bakugou family, a lil implied Bakugou x Reader

He still hates you

You were still living in his house, and his parents were still adamant on you staying - the Bakugous even bought you a little white board so you could communicate with them

Precluding him, of course

For some reason, he was always expressing his anger at the situation. Katsuki keeps telling his parents you should be thrown out before they get sued by your folks, demands to know where you came from and why you couldn’t talk.

You’d run away when he starts his usual bombarding

He’d chase you

His mom would destroy him

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to be around him. On the contrary, you didn’t feel too happy about being a burden on them, but the feeling was made especially worse when you couldn’t be in peace with their only son

You tried though, you really did.

As soon as he’d walk in, you’d light up and start scribbling on your board, wanting to welcome him home, but he’d simply kick off his shoes and barrel past you.

Katsuki’s first stop would be the kitchen, and as he’s figuring out what to drink, seemingly ignoring your presence when you’d squeeze under him and fill up a glass with ice, up until you’d hold it towards him with a smile. For a moment, you thought you’d finally cracked him when he put his arms around you. You grinned happily, wrapping your arms around him back, being mindful of the glass, before he started crushing you.

A short tussle later, you’re on the other side of the kitchen island, panting and glaring at him. What the hell was his problem?! You angrily flipped the board towards him with a sneer, blinking when he merely grinned and stole your glass of ice.

“Hmph, that’ll teach ya. Stay out of my way, muzzle.”

Muzzle?! He read after you scribbled some more words. Well jokes on you, I like crushing hugs :p

Katsuki lunged for you over the island, screaming profanities as you barely dodged his crackling hands and bolted out the kitchen, hot on your trail. He narrowed his eyes when you skipped over the couch in the living room, and made it on the other side of the long dinner table, matching his position so he couldn’t get you, but just as he put a foot on the table, and you backed away to run past it and back into the kitchen, his mother’s shriek hit their ears.

“What the hell are you doin’ on my table, Katsuki?!”

You really tried.

This game of cat and mouse lasted for weeks, with him getting more and more handsy with you and you getting more and more bold with your words

It seemed like no matter what you tried, no matter how much you tried to make this easy for the both of you, he’d either ignore you or choose violence

At this point, you’d realized there was no point trying to make friends with him, so you just resigned to returning what he dished out to you, or plain old ignoring him back - two can play this game. His family’s approval would just have to do.

But Bakugou wasn’t having that either

You’re just chilling on the couch after helping Mitsuki with the laundry, the TV playing a plague of a drama that you watched when nothing good was on the other channels, barely glancing at Katsuki who took it upon himself to walk right in front of the TV as he made his way to his room. You were a little peeved, knowing he did that on purpose, but you refused to give him any attention. He kicked your shin as he walked past, his lips quirking when you shoot him a heated glare before tearing the eye contact between you and settling on the TV again. You don’t notice it, but he turned behind the couch, vacantly watching your show for a moment, before tucking his manga under the arm that held his drink and dropping his now free hand onto your head. You whined and clawed at his hand as he pushed you lower and lower by the head, before ruffling it and walking off. And just as he planned, you padded after him.

“What.” He gruffed as you blocked the door to his room, face as impassive as your own. You grabbed his drink, chugged it halfway, and then delicately shoved it into his hand before walking off. You heard a mock, “Ohhhh~! What a rebel!”, followed by a muffled chuckle and a door closing, pulling a little smile from you.

Wait, no! You pushed the smile away, frowning forcibly as you went down the stairs. He wasn’t about to get an iota of friendliness from you ever again!

His father walked in just as you made a disgusted face, before both of you stared horrified at each other.

I’m okay! Promise - you scribbled frantically.

Besides his incessant teasing, you remained as unmoving as a mountain, doing what was needed of you and meeting his advances in stride

He eventually stopped telling his parents to send you away, and he started to spend more time at UA on the weekends instead of at home

As much as you didn’t like it, you kind of started missing his looming presence. You thought you were going crazy, but then dismissed it as human nature searching for drama all the time

Or something

After skipping out on coming home two weekends in a row, his mother bothered him enough to come home the next

You carried your day as you would, with a contemplative Bakugou watching you

It got so bad, the way he was lowkey following you around all of a sudden, so you decided to confront him

You randomly turned away from the running microwave, biting your tongue to hold back a giggle when Bakugou quickly pushed himself off the island and stuffed his head into the fridge, pretending to search for something. Pretending, because he stood there before the whole time you were unwrapping your food and setting the microwave.

Bakugou blinked when he turned around and found you right behind him, smiling as you swayed on your heels, before showing him your board. Welcome home! Do you wanna share the food? he read, before narrowing his eyes at you. “I’ve been here for half a day, are you dense?”

Yeah, and?

“What’s with the attitude?!” He seethed, an inch away from your face, before he caught himself and backed off. Rubbing his nape, he stared at the eggs as he mumbled, “What’ve ya been up to?” After a beat of uncontrollable silence, he remembered he had to face you to see what you said, but when he does, his crimson eyes widen when he found you simply staring at him with sparkling eyes and a quivering lip, before you curiously started hitting him with your board.

“HEY- WHAT THE FUCK??” Bakugou grabbed your board mid-air after three and a half hits and took it away, pulling your cheek with one hand with an angry pout and then pausing. “So? What did you do today?” He stared awkwardly at you for a beat, before holding out your board back to you so you could tell him, but to his irritation, you gasped and took a step back. “What’s wrong with you today muzzle?”

You grabbed your board, erasing your words six times before you nervously flipped it towards him.

You didn’t kill me after I assaulted you - does this mean we’re friends now?!

Bakugou chased you out of the kitchen, his cheeks flushing deeper and deeper as he heard your disgustingly cute giggles when you disappeared past a corner

It took some time, but you think he’d accepted you

Mostly - he had a funny way with consistency you see. You couldn’t really tell with him.

But you knew one thing: he was comfortable with you now

And how were you so sure? You plopped on his lap about eighteen times after he pushed you off, and on the nineteenth, he just grumbled and left you there! Progress, amiright?

“You probably think you won,” Katsuki’s gruff voice whispered hotly against your ear, eliciting an involuntary shiver from you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush on his chest. He chuckled as he nuzzled onto your neck, feeling you relaxing against him before he continued, “and I’ll admit, you’ve got me a little confused sometimes myself, but...”

But...? You thought, your heart racing in your chest.

“I guess I’ll take you seriously now.” He declared, sliding his hands from your waist to clasp around your stomach. “Game on.”

Bakugou started crushing you.

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morganayenneferburnham · 3 years

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Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series

Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me A very short summary of the fic: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker’s crazy schemes. Word count: 2.1k A/N: Here is the 2nd chapter! If anyone wants to be added to my taglist just send me an ask or a message 😊

Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me

“I’m going to bed. I can’t work on the more difficult tailoring for either of us until I’ve had at least a few hours of sleep.” Everyone else had gone to bed about an hour ago, leaving her and Nikolai alone for the first time since they’d met. While he had been a lot more pleasant in the last hour all she could think of now was her bed.

She slowly got up and left the room. Her head felt like it was going to implode. She was already dreaming of crawling in bed under her soft blanket, letting her feet navigate the familiar hallways and stairs.

“Y/N! Wait.” Nikolai had followed her down the hallway and caught up to her before she had a chance to reach her room. So much for my well-deserved rest.

She whirled on her heels “What do you want, Sturmhond?” Her tone had been harsher than she’d meant but she was exhausted. The last thing she wanted was to spend one more moment in the privateer’s company.

“Please, call me Nikolai.” His easy-going flirty tone was gone. He sounded genuine now, almost pleading. “Listen, I know I haven’t made it easy on you. I need you to know that this job is important to me too. I am taking it seriously despite my natural devilishly charming demeanor. My country depends on our success.”

She took a moment to consider this new version of the man standing in front of her. He had almost slipped back behind his mask, but she could tell he was sincere. She understood the urge to hide all too well. “I’m sorry Sturm – Nikolai.” She amended. “I’ll try to sleep for a couple of hours. I should be better company when I wake up.” She genuinely smiled at him for the first time since they’d started working on Dirtyhand’s crazy scheme. “I’ll do all I can to make this job a success. If only so that Kaz won’t kill me.” She laughed softly “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” he replied with a quick bow. He left her standing in front of her door and walked back towards the slat’s main floor.

She would have to consider the different personas Nikolai had shown her, at some point, if she hoped to understand him. However, that was a problem for another day. All thoughts of the privateer left her mind when she slipped into sweet unconsciousness. — She woke to loud knocking on her door. She groaned. She was going to kill them. Whoever the idiot was. It felt like she’d only just gotten to bed.

She opened the door with enough force to almost rip it off its hinges. “What the fuck do you – ?” She was standing face to face with Zoya Nazyalensky. Oh, she thought, guess I just shut my chances straight to hell.

Zoya smirked at her. “Good morning to you too. Everyone’s waiting for you downstairs.” She turned to walk away but shot a glance over her shoulder before disappearing down the stairs, her eyes trailing Y/N from head to toe and back up appreciatively. Raising an eyebrow, she added: “You might want to get changed before joining us.”

Y/N had forgotten she was only wearing her short lacy, somewhat see-through, nightgown and felt her cheeks heat up. “Yeah, sure, tell Kaz I’ll be there in a minute.” She stammered. She leaned back against the door as soon as it closed. Oh, well maybe not straight to hell? She quickly got dressed and tailored her cheeks back to normal before making her way to the others. The last thing she needed was to be teased by her friends for being so flustered over Zoya fucking Nazyalenski. She took a deep breath before entering the room.

“How long did I sleep for? Feels like I just went to bed.” She grumbled walking through the door.

Nikolai looked at her apologetically “Judging from when I last saw you, I’d say you probably slept for two hours?”

“Alright” She ran a hand through her tangled hair. “I guess that’s all I could really hope for.” She let herself fall on the couch next to Nikolai. Kaz raised an eyebrow at her. Interesting, he thought. There had been an empty armchair, but she’d chosen to sit next to the privateer. Maybe there is hope for the job yet. Torturing her is just a nice bonus.

She turned in her seat to face Nikolai. “I’m going to get started on the more advanced tailoring. It might get a bit uncomfortable. Changing bone structure always is. Let me know if you need a break.”

He’d only nodded at her in reply. She raised her hands to his face cupping his cheek with her left hand and running the fingers of her right hand down the line of his crooked nose. “Zoya, I’ll need you to tell me if the changes I’m making get too close to his actual features. Everyone else can piss off.” The crows took her dismissal seriously and scurried off to make other preparations.

Y/N settled into her work making corrections when needed following Zoya’s comments. She leaned back to admire her work after about three hours. She’d straightened Nikolai’s nose, made it slightly larger, raised his cheekbones and brow, and rounded his strong jaw to make him appear a bit younger. “Alright, I think this should work? The only major thing left is changing your eye colour. I’ll touch everything up once more after that.” Zoya had approached to examine Y/N’s work, staying quiet. “It’d probably be easier to make them hazel instead of green.”

“No,” interjected Zoya. “His eyes are usually hazel. You should make them blue. Nice work. I don’t think I’d recognize him in the street.”

Y/N beamed at Zoya. “Blue it is! That’ll take a while. Do you need a break, Nikolai?”

“I’m alright. Do you need a break? You’ve barely slept, and you still need to tailor yourself.” Well, she thought, that’s new. When did he become so considerate? He had let her work mostly in silence since she’d started that morning. He might not be so insufferable after all. Still a bit too full of himself to her taste but not insufferable.

“I’ll take a break after I’m done with you. I’ll need you to be very still for this.” She took a good look at him. “Zoya, can you make sure no one comes to bother me while I’m finishing up?” she called.

“Sure thing. I’ll get coffee. I have a feeling we could all use some.” As soon as Zoya left the room Nikolai’s shoulders bunched.

“I’m going to start now. You need to let me know if anything’s wrong alright?” Her voice was soft. She almost sounded worried.

He flashed her a bright smile. “I have full confidence in your talents, my dear.” He straightened his back once more. “Let’s do this.” She could tell he was tired and was only putting on a show. She wished he’d stopped hiding behind the self-assured ruler persona he’d mostly shown so far but she didn’t want to push him. She said nothing, opting to get back to work instead.

By the time Zoya got back with coffee Y/N was done tailoring Nikolai. Zoya let out a low whistle. She’d almost dropped the cups she was holding.

“He looks nothing like himself!” She exclaimed. “Once this job’s done you need to come with us to Os Alta. Genya would never forgive me if she didn’t get to meet you.”

Y/N smiled at Zoya and handed Nikolai a mirror. Genya Safin was the most talented tailor in recorded history, a member of the Grisha Triumvirate. Y/N couldn’t believe she’d ever take interest in a barrel rat like her. “Zoya’s right. You’ll have to come with us, or I fear our dear Genya will attempt regicide again.”

“She wouldn’t attempt it, moi tsar. Genya doesn’t fail. She would succeed in getting rid of you.” Zoya sounded amused at the idea.

He shrugged. “She’d probably murder you, my prized general, as well.”

The crows filed in after Zoya to take in Y/N’s work. Sturmhond’s strawberry blond curls were gone, replaced by chestnut brown ones with just a touch of red when exposed to direct sunlight. His green eyes were now a deep blue, slightly bigger than they had been. His shoulders were narrower, his skin tone lighter and his facial structure completely altered. He truly looked nothing like the privateer, or king, he truly was.

“Well done, Y/N.” Kaz’s raspy voice sounded from the back of the room. “Go rest and tailor yourself. Meet us back here in three hours. We’ll go over your covers again once that’s done.” The girl nodded and made her way back to her room on the second floor. — Nikolai couldn’t help but be impressed by the work Y/N had done on him. He was used to Genya’s skills, yet he never thought he’d meet another tailor as talented. He was pretty sure Y/N had even been faster than Genya ever was. She must have had years of practice to be able to perform such advanced tailoring this efficiently.

“How does it feel, Lantsov?” Nikolai jumped. He’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed Kaz standing in front of him.

“How long has she been working for you, Brekker? I’m pretty sure you have one of the most talented tailors of all time on your crew. How did you manage it? Where did you even find her?” Nikolai just couldn’t wrap his head around Brekker’s luck. How does he always manage to have the best of every field on his crew?

Kaz chuckled. “While I appreciate your new-found interest in my tailor. I’m gonna need you to focus on the task at hand until we’ve pulled off this heist.”

Nikolai had been about to reply when Y/N’s voice cut him off. “I am not yours, Kaz Brekker.” She was standing in the doorway.

Nikolai was suddenly very glad he’d been sitting. The grisha had done just as good a job on herself as she had on him. Her usually dark auburn hair was now a vibrant shade of red. Her beautiful green eyes had been replaced by a darker brown. She hadn’t needed to change her complexion, but it looked like she had changed most of her bone structure. Her face was rounder, her lips narrower, her cheeks fuller. She’d even tailored her body, reducing her natural curves to make her seem slightly taller. Nikolai would have never recognized her. Her voice, still captivating, was the only thing that hadn’t changed. He found himself looking for any trace of the girl he had spent hours observing, and even grown to appreciate, in the last few days. Even though this tailored Y/N was beautiful, he had to admit he already missed her true features.

Jesper slung his arm around her shoulders. “You surpassed yourself, love.” He guided her towards the couch. “I have no doubt the job will be a success if everything goes as smoothly as your tailoring.” He only released her to push her down by Nikolai’s side.

Jesper’s attempt to calm things had been evident to everyone, nevertheless, it had seemed to work. Y/N leaned into Nikolai’s side and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. “Do we look like Kaelish newlyweds yet?”

They spent the next few hours going over every single detail of their new identities. Covering everything that could come up in conversation at the party. Y/N had comfortably settled on the couch never straining too far from Nikolai, playing the role of the perfect little wife. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, and Nikolai was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the proceedings. All he wanted to do was wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to his own body.

Eoin and Ainsley were 24 and 22 years old. They had met two years before getting married. They had had an unusually long engagement, lasting a full year, because Ainsley’s father had gotten sick, and she’d had to take care of her sisters. They had only been married for a few months but were looking into expanding the business to support Ainsley’s family. They wanted to get settled a bit before thinking of building their own family. That’s why Ainsley was working with her husband rather than stay behind at the mansion. How the engagement came to be had already been covered multiple times. Kaz made them rehearse telling the story over and over again.

Only once Kaz was satisfied did they get to take a break and sit down for a quick dinner, which had consisted of sausages, fried potatoes, and bread rolls.

“We’ll go over everything again tomorrow morning. I’ll make sure your clothes are ready by 3 bells. You’ll need to be at Van Verent’s house by 6 bells. Go get some sleep. All of you.” No one dared contradict Kaz, as they were all half-asleep on their feet by the time they were done. —- Tagged: @power-of-words23

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aithorin · 3 years

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Chasing You - Thranduil x Reader

Plot: Imagine overhearing Thranduil’s conversation with Tauriel and running away

A/N-This fic is also posted on AO3 under the same username. I will insert a link to it below. However, this is also a slightly different version as I’ve made a couple of edits. I’ll post the updated version eventually on AO3, but for now this is the only edited version. Also, some of the lines in this are from the movies, so as a disclaimer, I do not own any recognizable content.

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21823933

Slight NSFW Warning!

The hooves of your horse thundered in your ear as you pushed it to gallop quickly throughout Mirkwood. All around, the sickened trees passed in a blur, and yet somehow they still managed to loom over you, mocking your troubles with their height. You hunched closer to your horse, looking for comfort, and threaded your fingers throughout its mane. The wind burned at your eyes, causing tears of a completely different kind to well. They mingled with the ones symbolic of your heartbreak, mixing so thoroughly that they became indistinguishable from one another. The wind pulled at both, tugging at them as they trekked down your face. The tears disappeared into the air behind you, the wind having successfully stolen them.

So distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t even notice how the wind had prematurely dried the tear tracks along your face, pinching the skin slightly underneath. All you could focus on was Thranduil. Just the thought of his name sent a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, blurring your vision even more. Moments from your relationship flashed through your mind, and confusion merged with your hurt. You just didn’t understand. All this time he had seemed so genuine. To find out it was all a farce so suddenly only made your anguish sharper. There were no suspicions at all; you had been happy, and you thought that he had been happy too. But as a sob escaped your mouth, you realized that maybe some things weren’t meant to be. Echoes of the conversation you had accidently heard rang throughout your mind, and agony grappled at your heart as you thought about Thranduil’s betrayal.

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Having finished your chores for the day, you hurried toward the throne room hoping to catch a moment alone with Thranduil. It was difficult to spend time with him considering your relationship was a secret, so every spare moment you had to sneak with him was precious. As you passed by a corridor, muffled voices floated through the air causing your footsteps to slow to a halt. Curious, you crept towards the sound, excitement filling you as you recognized Thranduil’s voice. It was perfect! You’d just wait for him to finish and then maybe you could spend a few moments together. But as the muffled noise turned into clear voices, your excitement quickly diminished as a deep hurt took root within your heart.

“Legolas said you fought well today… he has grown very fond of you.” Thranduil’s deep baritone resonated throughout the room.

A few moments passed before Tauriel stammered, “I assure you my lord, Legolas thinks of me as no more than a captain of the guard.”

“Perhaps he did once...now I’m not so sure.” Thranduil sneered.

“I do not think… you would allow your son to pledge himself to a lowly silvan elf.” Tauriel stuttered back.

“No, you’re right. I would not.” Thranduil declared, “Still… he cares about you. Do not give him hope where there is none”

At his words, a gasp left your mouth as your heart plummeted. Both of their heads snapped in your direction, but by then you had already turned and fled down the hall. Tears welled in your eyes as you began to understand the meaning behind his words. You were no different than Tauriel. In fact, you were inferior to her being that your station in life was that of a maid. If Legolas couldn’t pledge himself to the esteemed captain of the guard, then there was no hope that Thranduil would ever truly pledge himself to you either. All this time, you were nothing more than a fling to Thranduil, maybe even less. Did he see your feelings as a game, something to be toyed with? The conviction with which Thranduil spoke his words told you more than you ever needed to know. It was obvious he didn’t share in any of the things you felt. A choke escaped your throat as you realized your relationship was nothing but a lie.

Fleeing from the corridor, you ran to the comfort of your room. The door to your chambers creaked open, and light from the hall seeped through to illuminate it. As you stepped inside, you looked slowly around the room. Nothing seemed right anymore. You felt as though you were suffocating, and with a sudden clarity you knew what you had to do. You had to leave. The thought of staying in Mirkwood made you nauseous. Having to stay and look at Thranduil everyday, knowing that he never cared about you, would only break your heart over and over again. Leaving was the only way you had any hope of moving on. You quickly gathered what meager belongings you had, and hurried towards the stables. Climbing on top of the nearest horse, you saddled your pack and took off without a backward glance.

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The trees of Mirkwood continued to whiz by, the tears continuously spilling from your eyes creating a distorted view of your surroundings. Thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to make sense of the situation.

‘How could he do this to me? I loved him! I gave him everything. My heart, my mind, my trust, my body, everything, and yet in the end he didn’t care at all. It was nothing but a game to him.’ A choked, bitter laugh escaped through the sobs erupting from your throat. Everything just hurt; your heart felt tight, a huge lump in your throat made it difficult to breathe, and your eyes were swollen and tired from crying.

Why, why would he do this to you! You never thought he could be so cruel. Lost in the river of your despair, you failed to notice the sound of legs scurrying across the forest floor until it was too late.

A rustle of leaves sounded to your left before a giant spider leapt from behind the brush causing your horse to rear up in fright. The sudden change in gravity threw you from its back, causing your backside to hit the floor with a hard thud, knocking the breath from you. Letting out a wheeze as you attempted to regain your breath, you looked up just in time to see your horse let out a loud whine before bolting back in the direction you came. By then, the giant spider had turned its attention towards you and moved with a speed that surprised even your elven senses. You scurried back on all fours in terror, the dead leaves crunching beneath your hands. All too soon though, your path became blocked by one of the towering, ill trees that resided in the forest. Still, your arms flailed as you tried to get away, but the spider continued to advance, slowly trapping you in your place. Your breath started to quicken, and terrified gasps resounded throughout the forest. This was it. You were going to die in the forest alone, with the knowledge that no one had ever really loved you. A few stray tears escaped your eyes as you realized just how pathetic you really were. By now the spider loomed above you, its pincers poised above you, ready to strike. Ominous hisses spewed from its mouth, and you squeezed your eyes shut, unwilling to watch it deliver the killing blow. Having accepted your fate, your body relaxed, and you waited for the world you knew to be no more.

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“I want the watch doubled at our borders. All roads. All rivers. Nothing moves but I hear of it. No one enters this kingdom and no one leaves it.” Thranduil ordered, an unspoken warning in his tone, before walking away with a swish of his cloak.

No sooner had he left the throne room was he stopped by a servant.

“Forgive the intrusion my lord, but I couldn’t help overhearing your order and…” The elleth hesitated.

“Out with it, you insolent child! I don’t have all day! You’ve already overstepped your boundaries, don’t push them anymore.” Thranduil said, his patience growing thin.

“Well,” she began, “it’s just...I’m worried about (Y/N). When I stopped by our shared room all of her belongings were gone. I think she went into the forest, but she hasn’t come back. Will she be able to get back into the kingdom with your order?”

At the mention of your name, Thranduil’s blood turned ice cold in his veins. Where could you have possibly gone, and with all of your belongings too? You wouldn’t just leave without telling him, and you knew better than to go into the forest alone. You weren’t trained in the art of combat, and there were too many dangers that lurked in the forest these days. Thranduil’s mind became laced with panic as he ran through all of the possible things that could have happened to you. Were you lost? Injured? Dead? At that last thought, Thranduil swallowed as a hard lump of fear developed in his throat. He had to find you. Now.

He turned to look at the elleth, the cool facade on his face betraying none of the inward worry that he held.

“As king it is my duty to see to the safety and wellbeing of all that dwell within my kingdom. As such, I will personally see to it that (Y/N) is brought back home safe and unharmed.”

At his words, the elleth visibly relaxed. “Thank you my lord. You are most generous and kind.” With a nod of her head, the elleth bowed her head before walking away to return to her duties.

Thranduil turned to the nearest guard. “You,” he said, “Ready my elk. We leave at once.”

“Yes my lord.”

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Thranduil raced through the forest, looking for any sign of a trail. Suddenly, a lone horse came barreling in their direction, rearing in a panic. The small group of guards he had with him leaped in front to calm it down.

Grabbing its reins, Thranduil inspected the horse, noticing a pack saddled to its back. Peering inside, he saw your possessions and his expression turned grim. Without a word, he swung back onto his elk and charged down the path the horse came from.

Galloping along the path, Thranduil prayed that you were okay. He would never forgive himself if something were to happen to you. Meeting you had breathed new life into him. For the first time since his wife died, he actually felt happy, something his own son couldn’t even provide him. Every beat of his heart was dedicated solely to you, and if you were to be taken from him like his wife was, he didn’t think he would ever be able to recover.

Deep in the forest now, Thranduil was beginning to doubt that he’d be able to find you when he heard noises coming from off the path. The hiss of a spider, leaves crackling as someone scrambled. His eyes widened as he realized a spider was attacking someone. Jumping from his elk, Thranduil’s footsteps pounded as he ran, and the sound of metal scraping could be heard as he drew his sword. Bursting into a clearing, he saw a giant spider above someone, poised to kill whoever was trapped. As the spider went in for the killing blow so did Thranduil. Fortunately, Thranduil was faster, and blood spurted as he drove his sword into the spider’s back. The spider howled in pain, limbs flailing as the life slowly drained from it along with its blood. All too soon, the spider dropped dead, and Thranduil hurried to push it off of whoever was trapped beneath it.

Rolling the spider’s body to the side, Thranduil was met with the sight of you curled tightly, hugging your knees to your chest with your eyes clenched shut. Dried tear tracks painted your cheeks, and visible tremors shook your body. Thranduil kneeled next to you as a big weight lifted from his chest. You were alive! Scared and shaken but alive. He had made it to your side in time, albeit he was cutting it a bit close.

Right in front of you, Thranduil slowly reached out to place a gentle hand on your shoulder. At his touch, you jumped and started to shake even harder, your eyes still shut tight.

“Meleth nin,” he spoke softly, “Open your eyes. I am here, and you are safe.”

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“Meleth nin” you heard a soft voice whisper, “Open your eyes. I am here, and you are safe.”

At the sound of his voice, you wanted to let out a sob. It sounded just like him, but you knew that it couldn’t be Thranduil. There was no way that Thranduil was in front of you. He was back at the palace, most likely atop his throne, while you were here, probably bleeding out from a spider bite. That was it you reasoned. You had been bitten by the spider, and now you were going delirious from its venom before you died. It was the only explanation. He didn’t love you. You didn’t want to open your eyes. If you did the illusion would be shattered. At least this way you could pretend that you wouldn’t die alone, and that your love was here.

But when his hand started to shake your shoulder, the possibility that maybe he actually was here started to seem more like a reality. You reluctantly opened your eyes to see his cerulean ones staring into yours, deep with concern. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold him, but with the threat of death looming over you gone, you remembered why you left in the first place. You snatched your wandering arms back and lowered your eyes as more tears suddenly welled in your eyes. ‘He isn’t mine’, you reminded yourself, ‘he never was’. Having him be so close yet at the same time so far made your heart clench painfully in your chest.

“Melamin, are you alright? I was so worried I had lost you.” Thranduil whispered.

Deciding to ignore the endearment, you chose to answer the way your relationship now demanded. That of a respectful servant addressing her king. Still looking down at your feet, you replied meekly, “Yes, your majesty. Thank you for rescuing me. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

At your words, his eyes squinted ever so slightly in confusion. Why were you talking to him like that, as though you were just another one of his subjects? Something else was wrong. You couldn’t even look at him. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the few guards surrounding the clearing leaving just the two of you.

“What is wrong meleth nin? Why can’t you look at me?”

The continued endearments caused the sob that had been stuck in your throat to escape. Why did he insist on continuing the game? Was it not enough that he had taken your heart? Must he continue to squeeze it as well? How spiteful could he be to insist on calling you that?

“Please,” you whispered “Do not continue to jest. My heart cannot take it.”

Thranduil grabbed your hands and with the sudden movement, you finally tilted your head to meet his gaze. Seeing your heartbroken face, he felt his own heart twinge within his chest. He could feel you slipping away and with every passing minute he feared that he would not be able to get you back. “I don’t understand,” he pleaded, “Whatever it is that I have done, tell me, and I will not rest until I have eased your mind.”

His words made your head droop in despair. So he was going to continue to feign ignorance until he could break your heart and see your expression for himself. His insisted cruelty caused the first seeds of anger to break through the dam of your heartbreak. Thranduil might have shattered your heart, but you’d be damned before you’d let him see the effects. You’d get through this conversation, and then part from Mirkwood and put this chapter of your life behind you.

With your newfound determination, you looked at him with your face hard and eyes steely. “Do not think me so naive that I will continue to play along with your game, my lord. You may have fooled me once, but I refuse to let you do so again. You can cease your act of mocking love and concern. Please, just go back to the palace and have a laugh about the foolish maid who believed that a king could ever possibly care for her, and I will be on my way.”

Thranduil stared at you in bewilderment. Where was all of this coming from? Just this morning, everything was fine, and in that short time you now doubted his love for you. What could have possibly happened?

“Whoever has planted this seed of doubt in your mind will wish that they had never opened their mouth,” Thranduil swore gravelly, “I do not know what has caused this skepticism, but know that my feelings for you are honest and true.” He lifted your hands enclosed in his to place a soft kiss upon them.

Looking into his eyes, you were tempted to believe him. He seemed so earnest, but the words that he spoke earlier rang through your mind, “Do not give him hope where there is none”, and your temptations were banished. You let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. YOU were the one who made your feelings toward me clear as day, no one else. If you cannot bring yourself to be honest about anything else, then at least take responsibility for revealing your true feelings about me.”

“I do not know what you speak of!” Letting go of you, he stood from the forest floor and began to circle the clearing in frustration. “Care to enlighten me?”

Crossing your arms, you stood with him. “I heard you. Earlier, in the corridor with Tauriel. With it, the veil from my eyes was lifted, and I am now able to see this relationship for what it is: a complete and utter lie.”

He spun around to face you. “That had absolutely nothing to do with you! It was about Legolas. It, in no way, concerned how I feel about you.”

“It had everything to do with me.” you spoke softly. “If the prince is not allowed to pledge himself to Tauriel, the esteemed captain of the guard, where does that leave me? I am a servant my lord, the lowest of the low, and if the prince cannot be with someone who is far above my own station, why would the king of all people do any different?”

You turned to face him, and saw a guilt stricken look cross into Thranduil’s eyes as he realized the implication of his words.

“Forgive me Meleth. I did not realize the severity of my words when I spoke.” He apologized. He crossed the clearing to stand in front of you. Gently grabbing your shoulders, he looked deep into your eyes, “My feelings for you are earnest and unchanging. You have reminded me what happiness looks like. When you came into my life, I saw glimmers of light that I had not seen since my wife died. The first time I looked into your eyes, my heart thawed and began to beat within my chest again. You are the one who has breathed life back into me.”

Shrugging his hands off, you turned away from him. “Be that as it may, you must believe it someplace deep inside otherwise you would not have spoken as you did. If it really was a mistake, then you would not care if Tauriel and Legolas were together, but you do.”

“No!” Thranduil protested, “I did not realize how selfish I was being when I spoke with Tauriel. If Legolas wishes to be with her so be it. I do not care.” Turning you back around, he gently cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “How could I care if it would cost me you?” He whispered.

Staring into his eyes filled with nothing but love, you felt the weight on your chest slowly begin to lift for the first time in hours. Perhaps there was hope after all. Yet as your overwhelming emotions faded, your mind began to clear, leaving nothing but logic and the cold sting of reality as you reconsidered his earlier words. Casting your eyes to the ground, you said, “As much as it pains me to say it, it does not really matter whether you care or not. In many ways, the words you spoke held nothing but the truth. It’s foolish to believe that we can ever truly be together. I am a maid, and you are a king. This relationship has no future for you surely cannot pledge yourself to me. The people would never accept me as queen.”

Crossing your arms, you turned your back so that he would not be able to see the tears welling in your eyes. “We aren’t even truly together right now. We ignore each other around the presence of others, stealing hidden moments in the dead of night. Do you know how painful it is? To see you look at me so coldly, so uncaringly, in the light of day, yet share in the warmth of your embrace at night. It’s exhausting. Do you have any idea how much it makes my heart ache? All I want is the freedom to speak to you, comfort you, touch you, whenever I wish, but our relationship forbids it! I can’t even send you a simple smile when I pass you in the halls! Too often, I can see the stress of a wasted council meeting etched on your face, and I yearn to soothe you and share in your troubles but I cannot. I did not lie when I said your conversation with Tauriel lifted a veil from my eyes, but I can see that it's different from what I originally thought. I think it would be best for us to part ways right here, and that way we can both move on. Elves are immortal. If I left now, I would be but a flicker on the line that is your life. I’m sure it would not be too hard to forget me and our relationship.” you mumbled quietly.

Thranduil’s gaze turned fiery. “Do what you will. But know this, should you choose to leave this forest do not think for one second that I will ever forget you. Ten, a hundred, even thousands of years from now, I will ache for you every second of every day. Not once will you ever leave my mind.”

His gaze softened, “Please… come home, and I promise we will truly be together, no more sneaking around. I am not ashamed to be with you; we will walk the halls together and share in each other’s troubles as you wish.”

“But your advisors and the people-”

His eyes flashed, “Speak no more of it. Love has slipped from my grasp once before, and I refuse to allow it to again. I am the king of this realm, and if I wish to be with you then the people will have to accept it.”

Hearing his words, you wanted nothing more than to accept, but your doubt and insecurity still lingered near the surface. How could you accept when you knew that you would only hold him back? The people would not be happy, and it would lead to unrest in the kingdom. How could you be that selfish? You couldn’t tear apart an entire kingdom for your own happiness. To make matters worse you wouldn’t even be able to help Thranduil bring about peace. You were a servant for crying out loud; you knew nothing about diplomacy!

As an internal war waged within you, Thranduil noticed the doubt in your eyes holding you back. He could sense that you lied upon a threshold and with one little push, you would surrender your doubts and come back to him. Determined to give you that final push, he glided towards you. Lost within your mind, you didn’t even notice that he had started to move until he had pressed himself against your back. The feel of his hard chest against your back brought an immediate halt to the worries swirling within you. Time came to a complete standstill, and you held your breath in anticipation, nervous yet also excited to see what he would do.

Achingly slow, he lifted a hand to gently brush your hair back, baring your neck. With the back of his hand, he started to tenderly trace a path along the curve of your neck. The hand continued downward, skimming the curve of your breasts to reach its resting place on your belly. Your eyes fluttered closed again in appreciation, and without even realizing, you leaned slightly into him, unconsciously craving to be closer. He bent down, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Tell me Melamin, what troubles you so?”

You shivered as the heat of his breath hit your neck. As he started to pepper your jawline in featherlight kisses, your mind became clouded, but you still managed to share your doubts with him. “I still worry… of the people’s reaction… to our relationship.” you whispered.

Thranduil hummed in response and raised his hand to caress the other side of your jaw. He pressed himself even closer to you and with it a fire that only he could sate ignited within you. “Tell me, does it feel like I care for their reaction? Let go meleth, and I promise you everything will be fine.”

With that, he used his hand to tilt you toward him and leaned down to capture you in a kiss. It started sweet but soon an overwhelming need took over you. The kiss was transformed into a battle of passion, and you turned around to fully face him. Your hands trailed all over Thranduil’s body, sliding up his chest to eventually twist themselves into his hair. With a soft tug, you pulled him even closer to deepen the kiss. Your lungs burned for air, but you didn’t care. At that moment, all that mattered was him. With every second that passed, your doubts slowly melted away as thoughts of Thranduil consumed your mind. All you could focus on was the feel of his lips and his hands gliding over your hips. You wanted nothing more than to drown in the river of his love.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you opened your eyes to gaze into his. Seeing the love and adoration he held for you in them, you allowed yourself to be drawn into the torrent, and you let go.

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Afterwards, as you lay cuddled together on the forest floor, Thranduil reached down to entwine your hands together. Resting his head against your shoulder, he brushed a stray strand of hair out of the way and asked once again, “Come home, meleth nin?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you replied, “Yes.”

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It’s Not That Bad

Wordcount: 2400 Ship: Mountaingshipping, Cole/Zane/Kai Warnings: Broken bones, blood, violence, injury

Summary: Zane hides an injury.

The fight can’t even be classified as a real fight, in Coles opinion. It’s a street brawl, raw knuckles and split lips- the remaining members of the SOG are brutal when they catch the scent of blood. Without leadership the gang has devolved into troublemakers and men itching for violence, and they’ve gotten bolder- the fight taking place in broad daylight near the center of town. Two weeks ago they’d taken Jay down in the middle of a scrap, a bat to the side of his temple when the group had been separated (he’d been laid up in bed in the dark for days afterwards with a concussion) and since then they’d gotten cocky about the Ninja's weakness.

Lloyd had been adamant about showing a united front- the Ninja team had to be unflappable, rigid and strong to show the growing gang that they were not so easily beaten. They couldn’t afford to give them another inch, which is why it’s so frustrating when they get separated once more. There’s a new player on the gangs side this time, a big man hefting a hammer that could hold its own against Coles. He’s not particularly fast, but the others in the group keep them occupied while the man swings his weapon with bone breaking force. His presence was not something they could ignore, splitting their attention dangerously, making their formation too easy to break.

And it’s not Jay this time, but Zane, who is pushed into a throng of enemies all looking for blood.

Cole doesn’t see what happens to get them to this point, he misses the moment Zane is surrounded, but Lloyd urges the others to make their way to him over the clash of fists. Zane’s always been capable, and today is no exception- but just like before when it had been Jay, there are too many, and it’s not long before a lucky shot sends Zane to the pavement. A sloppy leg sweep Zane wasn’t expecting, going sprawling onto his stomach. It’s simple enough to recover from just fine.

Except the big man swings his hammer before Zane can get his hands underneath him. Down down down in a deadly arc-

There’s no warning Cole can give, no speed or strength to stop it, random men pushing him away from his friend but not crowded enough where he can’t watch it happen. The head of the hammer hits the base of Zane back and the sound it makes- Cole can feel the impact in his bones, his stomach churning and nearly making him gag. The crack of the anvil on metal makes him feel ill.

Zane doesn’t yell or scream, his fingers dig into concrete so hard they leave gouges, and then he goes completely limp. He looks dead, lying facedown on the pavement. The gang members hoot and holler, their fight rejuvenated, and they jump into the fray with more vigor than before.

Slowly, the man brings his hammer up and Coles realizes he means to hit him again. He pushes frantically through the fight, blows glancing off his shoulders as he barrels through. Nya appears at his side, hair askew, and throws waves of water that sweep several people off their feet, dumping them clear of the path. Cole slams into the big man's side before he can deliver another blow, knocking him back from Zanes still form. Before either of them can get to the downed nindroid, new adversaries file in to try and beat them back, the fight resuming- but the ninja now scrambled and panicked at the loss of one of their own, and the gang member reveling in it.

The man with the hammer, he’s got thin blonde hair and dark eyes, manages to keep up with Cole. Despite Coles obvious skill and experience, he’s making stupid rookie mistakes. Internally cursing, Cole urges himself to focus- rushing into the fray to protect Zane would mean nothing if he fell to the man's hammer too, but it’s looking increasingly grim. The man is pushing himself faster, sweat beading on his brow, and he’s strong.

A smaller man darts past the two of them in a planned maneuver. The big man steps back and Cole is thrown off kilter as his hammer swings wide, and realizes too late that the smaller man has a knife- he can’t avoid it now. He twists, steps back, tries to minimize the damage- and then the man’s legs slide out beneath him and he hits the ground hard, head bouncing off the ice-slick pavement. Zane appears at Coles side and throws ice hard, frost and big chunks of ice invigorated by the wet pavement from Nyas last attack freeze the big man's legs to the road. Cole falls into place at his side, the two fighting off a few more before the gang realizes Zanes back on his feet.

Their bravado and cockiness vanishes. One man turns and runs, and at that the gang scatters- the one who are able to, of course, and are not frozen to the sidewalk or knocked unconscious.

Cole spins around to face Zane, who’s surveying the scene silently, “Are you alright?” He asks, hovering his hands over Zane as if to feel out the injury by aura alone.

Zane’s eyes are trained on the alleyways the gang members disappeared into, mouth a thin and calculated line, “I am alright. The Sons of Garmadons strength is dwindling.”

Cole blinks, frowning. It was almost like Zane wasn’t speaking to him, but the backs of the men hiding away in the dark corners of the streets. As if he was making a point.

The cops show up and begin to load the remaining men into Police Cruisers or ambulances, depending on their state. The ninja did not always pull their punches, especially after Zane hit the ground.

Zane watches as the man with the hammer is loaded onto a police cruiser.

Lloyd motions the two of them over, the others are gathered near a throng of policemen milling about, and Cole reaches out and sets a hand of the small of Zane's back to lead him- Zanes shirt is soaked through and ice cold. The moment his fingers make contact, Zane jolts forward with the barest intake of breath between his teeth. Cole jerks his hand back, the pain flashing across Zanes face almost impossible to catch, but Cole knows his boyfriend better than anyone. A blank mask slips over Zanes face as he stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the act, striding across the pavement before Cole can comment.

Cole trails after him, and now that he’s really looking he can see a dark outline of what looks like water straining the back of Zanes gi. In the heat of battle, if Zane got a particularly bad scape, he’d do some emergency first aid and patch himself up with ice like a scab. The hammer hit him hard, it must have jostled something loose- Cole tries not to worry too hard, Zane is still standing and had even fought with him. They just needed to wrap this up quick and get him home. He has half a mind to scoop the nindroid up gently and carry him back right now- but Zanes' words from earlier hang around his ears. Treating Zane like a delicate injured flower in front of any of the new SOG was bound to encourage their violence, just like in the aftermath of Jay. Like Lloyd wanted, a united and unbreakable front is what they needed to project.

Zane is hiding an injury, and for the sake of reputation, Cole has to allow it.

The police chief is standing with the others, and by the time Cole catches up Zane’s already reassuring everyone, “I am fine.” he says gently, Kais worry coming off of him in waves, “Is there anything we can help with?” He directs his next question to the police chief, clasping his hands in front of him.

Cole, along with the rest of his little family, zeroes in on the way Zanes hands are trembling.

His face is completely serene, his gi is soaked through as his ice patch job struggles to stay frozen, and he’s shaking badly enough for even Nya to notice, shooting him a concerned glance as the Police Chief thanks them. He drones on about safety measures and clean up and other things Cole wants him to shut up about so he can bundle Zane up in his arms and kiss and make it better.

Finally, once the conversation draws to a close and they can excuse themselves from the scene, they unconsciously box Zane in as they walk back to where the bounty is parked. The ramp is down and they surround him protectively as they trek up it. Zane still doesn’t hint that anything is wrong, the silence stretching over them tense as they wait for something to happen.

Nya lifts the bounty into the air, and still Zane doesn’t say anything as he pensively stares over the edge of the railing. Cole can’t stand it anymore, he turns around as the city disappears beneath the clouds, “Zane-” he starts.

“Cole.” Zane gasps, grabbing at Coles shoulders as his knees buckle, the calm mask cracking down the middle as he collapses. Like on the pavement before, Zane clenches his hands and bunches Coles gi in his fingers. Cole, startled, grabs Zanes waist- he gasps and whimpers, and cold fear snaps across Cole's mind. He’s never heard Zane make that noise before.

“Not there,” he shakes his head, Cole moves his hands up to cup under Zanes armpits, and while he doesn’t seem to be happy he doesn’t make that awful whimper again.

Jay and Kai are at his side, fluttering their hands in a panic. They want to help but Zanes reaction makes them reluctant to put their hands on him.

“How can we help? What’s hurt?” Jay asks as Cole pulls Zane closer, pressing them together to help stabilize him.

Zane doesn’t attempt to stand on his own, “Shut me down,” He pants, “It’s- the hammer. He broke my spine.”

Jay pales dramatically, weaseling between the two of them to gain access to Zanes chest compartment. He pried it open quickly, reaching it with practiced ease and resting his finger on the switch off button.

He hesitates, under normal circumstances Jay was to never use this button, “Are you sure?”

“Jay.” Zane stresses each letter, and tears spill over his eyes.

He goes limp- again- as Jay pushes the button, his forced shutdown stealing the iron grip from his hands and the tension from his body. He ragdolls in coles arms, slumping bonelessly into his chest. With no ice to keep him stable, Coles can feel the way his body- it’s… it’s not quite right, the break in his spine sending intense warning siglas to coles head where he’s laid against him. The same bone deep wrongness he’s felt once, in dance class when he was 12, and a girl landed wrong doing a complex dance move and her hand had twisted the wrong way- it’d made him sick, seeing the new bend in her wrist where there wasn’t supposed to be one. It makes him feel sick to carry Zane down to the garage when the dock at the monastery, legs trailing behind him and waist a little too loose where the rigid metal casing was snapped.

Jay's prognosis is, “It’s better than It could have been.” Which is not reassuring to Cole, but Nya seems to lose a bit of tension at.

Zane's artificial spine worked much like Cole or Kais, a bundle of ‘nerves’ and wires and other tubes strung through it to keep it safe. The blow had broken through the outer protective metal but the main cord and delicate wiring was largely unharmed. A few pinched and torn wires, mostly- Zane's ice brace kept the wound from deteriorating drastically. Jay wouldn’t comment on how much pain an injury like this would heap onto their friend, but Cole remembers the way the blood had drained from his face at Zanes confession.

“The fact that he could even move…” He mutters to Nya in awe, delicately and oh so gently maneuvering wires. Nya nodded, mute.

Once their repairs reach completion it’s nearly dark out, Jay flips the on switch back up, and they wait for Zane to turn on.

He wakes up with wet eyes, a few stray tears slipping down his face as the leftover pain signals work their way out of his system. He twists over the edge of the table, looking for relief from the hazy pain, nearly taking himself to the floor if not for Coles gentle hands steadying him.

He clutches at Cole again with a low sound of pain, and slowly his eyes clear.

Cole holds him as Zane buries his face in the soft of his gi top, hiding his eyes against Cole's collarbone. Kai moves in and starts to pet his hair soothingly, warmth spreading through his hands.

“You should have said something.” Cole murmurs, “This wasn’t a loose tube or a scrape, this isn’t something you should have powered through. You should have stayed down.” Cole doesn’t dwell on how much it must have hurt for Zane to get back on his feet, and how if he hadn’t the grunts knife would have struck home.

“I could not.” Zane breathes, pulling a way to readjust so he’s resting his cheek against Cole and his face is bare, “If the SOG knew they had hurt me-”

“We would have dealt with it just fine.” Kai says firmly, “Zane, this- you can’t hide an injury that bad. Watching you collapse, knowing how badly you were in pain…” He can’t finish his sentence, huddling closer and clutching at both his boys.

“I apologize,” Zane mutters, his eyelids flutter.

“We can discuss this tomorrow.” Cole says gently, “But I think we’re all exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”

Kai looks like he wants to say something else, but Zanes dazed and sleepy expression makes the words die on his tongue. He runs a hand through his hair, and Cole watches the weight of the day fully settle on his boyfriend's shoulders, “...Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

Cole carries Zane up to bed, Kai immediately taking up a spot at their boys' side. Zane curls into the warmth of Kais embrace as Cole turns out the light and crawls in behind him. Cole cuddles into Zane, who’s already asleep again, and idly traces the near imperceptible scar on his back where the hammer had split metal.

He stares into the patch of darkness where Zanes head is, and thinks about Zane lying prone on the pavement. He pulls him closer, wraps him up in his arms and holds on tight.

He closes his eyes, and sleep doesn’t hesitate to come.

#mountainshipping #cole ninjago #kai ninjago #zane julien #ninjago #spinchip fic #broken bones #blood #violence #injury #angst #hurt comfort

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I’d know him blind

It didn’t come all at once. He’d really thought they’d made it out unscathed. That the box he’d opened in that mage’s abandoned laboratory hadn’t worked.

As they walked back thick fog rolled in. Obscuring the sky. The path ahead. The trees aside them. Even dimming Geralt and Roach a few paces ahead into off grey.

He jogged closer to them. Geralt gave him a look.

“What? Sorry I don’t want to get lost.”

“Why would you get lost?��

“Because?” He waved at the thick grey mist around them. “The fog Geralt? Not all of us can follow a scent trail. Even if it’s yours.” He fanned the thick smell of Geralt’s sweat away.

He stopped. Turned to him.

“Theirs’s no fog Jaskier.” Grabbed his face. Studying his eyes as the fog rolled in thicker. Obscuring even Roach right behind him. “It’s clear out.”

“Oh.” His hands started shaking and his eyes grew hot. “Then I suppose we have a problem.”

And Geralt’s face; hard and angry and concerned disappeared into the grey.

“Ah Master Witcher! Master Bard! Haven’t touched your room!” Something wooshed past his ear. Jangled at his side as Geralt moved oddly next to him.

“Thanks.” Geralt grunted moving him through the bar.

“Ah! Master bard!” Footsteps. Creaking wood. People talking. It was. It was a lot and nothing at all because he had no idea where or what or who it was. “You’ll be playing for us tonight yes? Dinner and a bath as agreed?”

“No.” Geralt growled. “He won’t.”

“Of course!” He agreed over top him. “I will however need a stage,” He didn’t remember if the bar had one. He preferred not to use them anyway. Moving through the crowds instead. But he doubted it did. “Or a chair at least. Our little adventure has left me a bit short sighted.” He grinned at where he hoped the man was.

There was a lull. Where the only noise was the bar. He shifted his feet.

“He’s blind.” Geralt said finally. He leaned a little harder into his solid mass. Steady and warm and there.

“Temporarily!” He quickly assured. The arm not wrapped around Geralt’s flapped. Smacking sharply into something. “Ow.”

“Oh!” The barkeep Seemed startled. He was further to the left than he’d thought. “We’ll set something up then! I hope you make a hasty recovery Master bard!”

“Jaskier is fine.” He assured. “Now if you’ll excuse us.” Geralt pulled him from the bar.

“Why’d you agree to play!” Geralt snapped at him after he’d been deposited on the bed.

“I don’t need eyes to play and sing Geralt. What? Am I supposed to just sit in this tiny room and twiddle my thumbs all week?” He yelled into the darkness.

Geralt exhaled with a forced slowness. “I need to go return this.” Metal sliding on metal. The chain of the necklace they’d been sent to retrieve. That had been locked in the box he’d opened. Very cleverly he had thought. “Stay.”

“Stay!” He barked. “I’m not a fucking dog!” He yelled at after him as the door closed and his footsteps faded away.

Something creaked. He flinched away from it.

The bed was firm under him. The blanket decent but not soft.

He drummed his fingers on his leg.

Someone walked passed the room.

He grabbed the blanket and found the wall. Carefully followed it into the corner. Curled up there with the blanket around him.

He couldn’t read. Write. There was no one to talk to anymore. Just him and the grey darkness.

He hoped if someone came into their room they wouldn’t spot him. Because he couldn’t run. Couldn’t fight. Not that he was particularly good at that normally. But he couldn’t tell if he was hidden. Because he couldn’t see.

He couldn’t see.

Geralt was gone and he couldn’t see and every time something made a sound he couldn’t identify he flinched.

Temporary. Should only last a week. Geralt assured.

But Geralt didn’t know that much about magic. Or he might have been lying. To keep him from panicking.

He was panicking now. But there was no one there to see. So he let himself.

And when he was too exhausted to panic more he fell asleep and he hardly noticed the difference because everything was dark anyway.

Someone was moving in the room.

He shoved himself into the corner tighter as the footsteps creaked the floorboards and he breathed in to scream-

His nose filled with the musk of onion and sweat.

He relaxed in a boneless heap. “You scared me Geralt. I thought you were a thief or something.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Unidentifiable ruffling joined his voice. “If you’re going to play you should go down soon.”

“Right.” He stood. Throwing the blanket in the direction of the bed. “Where’s my lute?”

There was the familiar sound of Geralt’s feet softly hitting the wood even in his boots. Far too delicate steps for a man of his size. He exhaled, the terror receding with the recognition of each step. It was gently placed in his outstretched hands.

He traced the wood. Her finish. Ran his fingers down her strings.

She was familiar. Safe. He didn’t need to see to know her.

“Alright. Help your best friend down the stairs will you?”

“We’re not friends.” He grumbled as he did exactly that.

Playing was wonderful. Even if he couldn’t dance with the songs. Move with them. Smile and wink effectively to charm the audience of their earnings.

The after was less fun.

People approaching. There was too much random noise to figure out who they were or where exactly they were. Talking to him. He chatted back. He always loved a conversation.

It was harder when he couldn’t see them. Judge how he was coming off aside from their tone of voice and words.

Something touched his knee.

He leaped back. Knocking the chair out from under him. Tripping on it as he backed away.

There were people asking him all kinds of questions at once and reaching out to touch him and-

Geralt’s hand wrapped around his bicep. The exact shape and warmth and way he always did. Hauling him up and away from the crowded room.

“Show’s over.” He growled.

He clung to Geralt as he was hauled from the room. Thrown over his shoulder.

He couldn’t keep track of the room or the people in it or where they were going. His eyes searched the darkness uselessly.

But the leather was familiar under his fingers.

The movement of it steadying.

Something creaked.

“Stop grabbing my ass Jaskier.”

“Wha- is that what this is?” He moved his hands slightly to better feel the muscle moving under the leather. “It’s very lovely. A lovely bottom.”

The world spun and the bed creaked under him as he was roughly dropped into it.

There were several moments of silence. He wondered if Geralt was glaring at him since he clearly wasn’t putting his Lute away for him.

“I know this might come as a shock to you but I can’t actually see you right now so whatever lecture you’re trying to impart with a stern face,” He demonstrated the expected face, “and disappointed eyes I can’t actually see. So they’re actually even less effective than normal. So there.”

“I.” A pause. “You panicked. Why?”

He grimaced into the pillow. Schooled his face and rolled onto his side. Propped his face on his palm facing Geralt’s general direction.

“I didn’t panic.” He scoffed and shook his head. “You kidnapped me from my adoring fans! Very rude Geralt.”

“You fell out of your chair.”

“Sabotage!” He said too quickly. “I was knocked out of my chair!”

“No you weren’t.”

“Are you telling the story or am I?”

“Tell it right then.” He growled.

His smile partially collapsed. It was a silly thing to have panicked over. He knew that. People touched him all the time.

He raised and lowered a shoulder casually rebuilding the easy smile. “Someone touched me and I over reacted. What a shame too. I’ve heard having sex blindfolded really ups the thrill of it and-“

“Stop.” Geralt groaned.

He barreled on anyway. “If anything doing it blind has to be its own experience. Really maximizing the sensory deprivation.” He rolled onto his back. “Put my lute away and come to bed. What are you doing? Standing there like a statue all night? Is that the plan? You are no longer allowed to make plans if that’s the case.”

He heard the quiet thump of her being hung up by the doorway. The soft padding of Geralt’s feet on the wood. He scooched over on the bed for him.

Geralt didn’t get in.

He frowned and pat the mattress obligingly.

“I touched you without asking too.”

He turned to him. The grey was almost black. So it was likely dark out. “So?”

Unhelpful silence.

He patted the bed again. “Either talk or lie down you broody old man.”

The bed creaked slightly. “I’m getting in.”

He snorted. “Gathered that thank you.”

A short huff of frustration. “Don’t want you to panic again.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well excuse me for wanting to know who’s touching me before they do.”

“I wasn’t-“ The bed creaked forebodingly. Hopefully it would stay in one piece. That had been an issue at some of the cheaper inns they’d stayed at.

He popped off his doublet and loosened the drawstring of his pants. He waited to hear the familiar sound of Geralt shuffling out of his leathers.

His side remained eerily silent.

“What are you doing- Sleeping in your clothing tonight? We don’t do laundry enough as it is. Don’t make it worse.”

“I didn’t.” An irritated sigh. He stared judgingly in his direction. “Fine.”

The familiar sound of Geralt struggling out of his deliciously form fitting pants.

He wrangled the blankets over him as he tossed his trousers aside.

“Geralt?”

“What?” Came the grit out reply.

“Stop being weird. I’m blind not glass.”

“I don’t need you screaming bloody murder into my ear if I roll over.”

He reached out into the darkness and grabbed for the irritating bastard.

“That’s my pec Jaskier.”

“You certain?” He fondled it a bit more. “Damn I forget how muscular you are sometimes.”

His hand was knocked away as he laughed. Quickly grabbed the offending arm in his before it could escape.

“It’s fine Geralt. I know you in the dark just fine. It’s not like I can normally see you once the lights go out anyway.”

A quite inhale and exhale.

Geralt shuffled closer. He curled into Geralt’s chest.

“Besides.” He yawned and draped an arm over him. “I don’t need to see you to know it’s you.”

I knew you by the way your feet hit the ground and your hand felt around my arm. He didn’t say. I know you by the way the leather moves over your muscles and you exhale.

Geralt snorted disbelievingly.

“It’s true.” He tucked a leg between Geralt’s and nuzzled himself to a comfortable position. “You’ve got a pretty strong smell.”

#whumptober2020 #no.26 #blindness #fic #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt #jaskier #writing #is this a companion piece to the white wolves?#Why yes it is #damn i need to work on that fic #also i wrote this on October 1st and SAT on it for a MONTH #so that takes discipline at least

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