#the mother of ants has heard of your work and she's impressed

[snekqueer]

good evening specifically to the three other people on the internet who are into both Cultist Simulator and The Locked Tomb

Harrowhark, a Key / Gideon, an Assassin

these were very heavily referenced/inspired by this excellent cultist sim picrew by thefantasylife8

#cultist simulator #hushposting #the locked tomb #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #not sure about gideon's aspect tbh i could've gone with heart or forge but i just think she'd enjoy edge #harrow's vibe and aesthetic are pretty winter but also like #there's some doors you can't un-open #the mother of ants has heard of your work and she's impressed #plus she got that wide-eyed wet cat vibe like neville and enid

[waithyuck]

beautiful

pairing: cambion! lee donghyuck/haechan x reader (f) **halloweenie special**

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 4.6k

warnings: brief allusions to darker themes, brief thoughts/desires to harm the reader in a consensual sexual context (reader is really into it and encourages it), explicit language, sexual content, unprotected sex, cumming inside, blood, rough handling, hyuck has a big dick whoops, hyuck is also a half demon so he gets a lil sadistic you have been warned

a/n: this was really fun to write and I’m really excited to see all of your reactions after reading lol

{cambion: offspring of a demon and a human; commonly has physical deformities and can exhibit evil and malicious behavior.}

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~10/17/2020~

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the world you lived in now was one that society probably could have never predicted back a hundred years ago. you were sure no one thought that humans would live amongst creatures far beyond the common imagination, nor did you think that they thought the human race would still come out on top.

most would assume that supernatural creatures would have taken over the hierarchy easily, but that was not the case for this world. even though there were demons, angels, dragons–you name it, they existed– somehow the humans still ruled.

from what you could understand, it was because the supernatural were threatened since the very beginning of their known existence. unfortunately for them, the human government now had the means (and the firepower) to keep them subdued. they were essentially forced to keep their powers subdued, for the “greater good of the population”, as the people in charge put it.

ever since you were a child, there had been at least a handful of non-human children that were part of your classes at school. not many, since there were fears of bullying and harm from other students toward them, but enough to make a lasting impression on you.

at first, you were curious. you remember one instance back in grades school where you wouldn't stop staring at a young werewolf boy; too young to hide his teeth or his tail. you didn’t stare because you hated him or wanted to pick on him; you really thought he was amazing, but didn’t have the words to explain that to him at such a young age.

you’re proud to say you’ve grown a lot since then. now in college, you treated those different to you as equals, as you should. you try not to stare or question, and of course you’re never mean and you don’t bully, nor do you condone bullying.

seeing the supernatural constantly being picked on was something that always made you feel sick. they weren’t legally allowed to use their powers or strength, leaving them at a disadvantage to cowardly human bullies. you didn’t doubt that if the supernatural were able to fight back, the humans would cower in three seconds flat, and you would have yourself a good laugh.

speaking of bullies, you unfortunately had to pass by a group of girls who were berating a boy you’ve seen across campus a few times. as you walked, you couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could see the boy becoming visibly more upset (or angry, rather) as time went on.

lee donghyuck was usually an individual who kept to himself, most definitely because of his genetic makeup. the experts around the school determined that he was a cambion; a half human half demon offspring, to which donghyuck apparently confirmed. people would constantly come at him for his singular red eye or the talons that were only on his left hand.

to be honest, you were always a little afraid of him. sticking up for him was very heavily outweighed by the fear he might lash out at you for helping, making him feel weak or something. but today something inside you screamed for you to help him, no matter the consequences.

you just hoped he didn’t tear you to shreds with his sharp talons.

you changed course and walked straight up to the group of nasty girls, them not even noticing you until you stepped in front of donghyuck, much to his surprise as well as theirs.

“can you guys leave him alone?” you stupidly asked, your voice not coming out as strong as you would have liked it to. the ‘leader’ of the pack looked shocked for a second, before laughing in your face.

“oh my god!” she laughed, clutching her stomach. “why are you trying to defend this freak? hoping he’ll fuck you or something?”

you felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you held your ground, not tearing your eyes away from her or moving from your spot in front of the half-demon boy.

“no,” you firmly stated, “I’m just trying to defend him from low-lifes who think it’s cool to pick on him for things he can’t control.”

you gave yourself a mental high five for maintaining your composure. you couldn’t see donghyuck’s face but you were really hoping he wasn’t angry. you didn’t turn to face him just yet.

the girl in front of you dropped her smile, a scowl replacing it as she scoffed in your face. she let out a “whatever,” before motioning for her posse to follow her as she walked away.

well, that was easier than you thought it was gonna be.

“why did you do that?” the boy behind you suddenly asked, his voice soft but it still managed to startle you. you turned to face him, putting on your biggest smile.

“I can’t stand when people pick on others for things that can’t be controlled.” you explained simply, looking him in the eye even though your heart was ready to explode out of your chest. “you didn’t decide to be what you are, so no one should belittle you for that.”

he cracked a small smile at you, and at that moment a friendship formed, whether the two of you realized it or not.

donghyuck allowed you to grow close to him, which you thought was the most amazing thing. he opened himself up to you, and you became great friends over the course of the winter semester into the spring. in turn you opened up to him, and the two of you had a pure and healthy friendship.

he smiled with you and joked around, laughing and being playful in your presence. not many people bothered him when you were around, most likely because they didn’t feel like fighting with someone, which you and hyuck were grateful for.

hyuck was always gentle; he never wanted to hurt anyone or anything, not even the smallest ants on the ground. he was very careful not to touch you, in fear he would be unaware of his inhuman strength and hurt you or accidentally scratch you with his sharp claws. you didn’t mind him being wary, but there was a part of that wished he would be comfortable enough for at least a hug.

of course you didn’t push him.

currently you sat with him in an empty art classroom, helping him with his literature paper while you painted the way the sun reflecting off the walls on your canvas. the sun touched his face beautifully, and as much as you wanted to paint him instead of the boring room, you kept your mind on track.

you worked in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence in the warmth of dusk, but of course no good thing lasts forever, and your peace was rudely interrupted as you heard the door slide open.

“hey, half-breed!” a girl shouted, causing hyuck to grip his pencil so hard it splintered completely in half, shocking you as you watched the top half fly in the air. “who’s this? your new little girlfriend?” the girl smirked evilly, looking at her painted nails before going on. “best be careful you don’t scare her away with your demonic tendencies. I bet you can’t even touch her without wanting to tear her to shreds with those ugly claws.” she snickered along with her posse of friends, and at that point you scowled at them, ready to rip them all new assholes. as you prepared to stand up to defend your friend, he stopped you with his own actions.

donghyuck let a loud growl rip through his throat, turning to face the bullies and effectively silencing them with the menacing sound. it shocked you, but you stood your ground and gripped his jacket sleeve to ground him despite your trembling fingers.

“I didn’t ask to be this way!” he practically screamed, intimidating the group standing before you even further. “do you think my mother asked for this? to have a burden of a son?” his voice was starting to fill with despair, and you could feel it inside you that he was struggling to keep his composure.

donghyuck sniffed and glared at the wall, not giving his tormentors the time of day any more.

“just leave me the fuck alone, would you?” he asked quietly, an aggressive air still present in his low tone.

one by one you watched the bullies file out, most of them shocked at hyuck’s sudden display of hostility. you supposed that they weren’t expecting him to finally fight back after all this time.

he stayed brooding beside you, and when you tried to find his gaze with your own, he shut his eyes as a stray tear fell down his cheek. before you could comment on it, he roughly wiped it away, still not meeting your kind eyes.

“donghyuck…” you whispered, your voice gentle as you tried to get his attention. “will you look at me?”

when he didn’t move or respond, you grasped his hand gently, failing to ignore the way he jumped at the contact.

“come on,” you spoke softly, tugging his arm slightly. “let’s go back to my place.”

he didn’t say anything in response, but allowed you to lead him back to your empty dorm room across campus. it was a silent walk, but you never let go of his hand, and he didn’t seem to want you to let go either, the tight grip he held on you being a clear sign.

when you arrived, you lazily pushed the door open, and led him to sit down on your creaky bed. you tried to pull your hand out of his own to go switch on the lights, but his grip only grew tighter, pulling your arm and causing you to fall down to sit next to him. you didn’t comment on the sudden slightly aggressive way he handled you; you only worried for him as he sat in the darkness of the room.

“...are you alright?” you asked, silently cursing yourself after a moment for asking such a stupid question.

he was silent for a moment, only breathing softly in the quietness in the room, before he sighed shakily and spoke up

“she should have gotten rid of me when she had the chance,” he whispered, his gaze cast downward as he shakily breathed before you. “she told me she couldn’t do it. she told me she wanted to be able to love me.”

you could safely assume he was referring to his mother, and the solemn tone in his voice made you fight back tears. you still never let go of his hand.

“I’m a living reminder of the trauma she went through…yet everyday when she looked at me, she never complained.” at this you saw a tear escape his left eye, the red iris glassy as the tears spilled forth.

“I’m a fucking monster.”

you felt your heart shatter.

here was this broken boy in front of you, claiming he was a monster for things he could have never even hoped to control. he was never malicious; he was always so gentle with everything, especially toward you. He stayed quiet when people relentlessly picked on him, never fighting back until today. as far as you were concerned, there was no way that he could ever be considered a monster, no matter what his genetic make up was or how he looked to other.

“what?” you questioned abruptly, your voice raising sightly above a whisper. “how could you say that? you’re not a monster, lee donghyuck.” he turned to look at you then, his eyes wide with curiosity as he watched you continue to speak. “you have a heart of gold. you’re always so gentle and caring with me, and other living creatures around you. you never fight back and i’ve never seen you hurt anyone.” you tore your eyes away from him, panting as you looked down at your lap, the rant you were going on making you emotional. “you are absolutely not a monster.”

he looked conflicted and turned his back to you, and you assumed it was because he didn’t want you to see what he was feeling. your hands were now apart, no longer in the comforting embrace of each other's warmth.

“...I could hurt you.” he mumbled quietly, and you weren’t able to detect the emotion in his voice. your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden statement, and you were quick with your rebuttal.

“you won’t.”

when he turned around and abruptly gripped your throat with his clawed fingers, you flinched instinctively but didn’t react further than that, challenging his angry gaze with a hard and confident stare. even though your heart was beating through your ribcage, you decided to grip his wrist with your own fingers as you looked at him, preparing to speak with a hard swallow that he surely felt against his palm.

“you can’t hurt me,” you said in a small voice, your lips quivering despite you trying your best to keep your composure. “you won’t. I know you won’t.” you continued, watching his face subtly change into one of confusion. his eyes were still transfixed on you; one crimson red like the blood flooding through your veins, and the other warm and brown, almost inviting you to get closer.

your grip on his warm wrist tightened, your other hand coming up to daringly caress his face, not hesitating to smooth over his soft cheek as he stared at you in complete awe.

“I trust you, donghyuck.”

fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.

he beat you to it though, pressing his lips against yours tightly, causing you to squeak in surprise. you kissed him back with as just as much feeling, your mouths moving together in sync. his clawed hand moved from your throat to rest on his leg (a little to your dismay, if you were being honest), and his other came up to gently caress your cheek as he deepened the kiss with his tongue.

“h-hyuck,” you played, pulling back only a centimeter, hips lips chasing yours. “is th-this okay? are you—“ his lips on yours cut you off, and he hummed into it before pulling away.

“I-I want you,” he stated quietly, looking down at his lap before flitted his eyes to yours once more. “if you’ll have me.”

you stared at him for a moment, overwhelming emotions filling your eyes and heart before you nodded and practically pounced on him.

the two of you kissed like there were no other worries in the world; it was just you both enjoying each other in the dim light of your room, feeling one another.

his hands didn’t touch you, but he allowed you to pull him over top of you on the bed, your back against the sheets as his body laid on top of yours.

with every moment that ticked past you grew more confident, and after a while you began fitting your hips up against his, delighted at the small friction you were creating.

“hyuck,” you whined, your hands moving to grip at the hair at the base of his neck. “pl-please, I want your fingers,” you were begging, but didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as his lust filled eyes stared back you, his plump lips parted. “please,”

he didn’t hesitate to help you out of your clothes, careful of his claws as he removed your pants and shirt. he freed you from your underwear and bra, leaving you bare in front of his full clothed form.

his right hand delicately smoothed down your thigh, spreading your legs apart so he could take a good look at you. you were wet and you knew it, and you threw an arm over your face to suppress your moans as he experimentally drug a finger through your soaked folds.

you didn’t have to wait long for him to sink a single digit inside you, and you let out a drawn out whine in response as he started gently thrusting it in and out of your clenching hole.

“is that good?” he asked lowly, not taking his eyes off the sight of his finger disappearing inside you. he was bold enough to add a second finger and even moved his thumb to press on your clit, and you keened at the sudden feeling.

“yes, so good baby,” you breathed in response, gripping the sheets beside you on both hands.

donghyuck eventually worked up to push a third finger inside you, and you practically howled at the feeling of being filled. his fingertips pressed into all your sweet spots, making you feel dizzy.

“mmnnff, hyuck,” you whimpered, catching his attention. he looked at you with dark eyes, his mouth parted as his tongue poked out to lick his lips. “what do you w-wanna do to me?”

it was a valid question, and it seemed to catch him off guard for a moment. hyuck seemed to be holding himself back from doing what he actually wanted, or behaving like he actually wanted to.

he quickly recovered, and withdrew his fingers from you in one quick movement. he moved them to your mouth and you caught the hint, only able to take in two of them. you suckled on his digits as you stared at him with doe eyes innocently, like you weren’t sucking off the excess juices from your pussy.

“I wanna fuck you,” he simply stated, watching you like a predator as you released his fingers from your mouth. “I wanna feel you, y/n. all of you.”

you couldn’t deny him that.

you sat up quickly and moved to tear at his shirt, the fabric peeling over his head before being thrown across the room in your haste. you worked at his pants and was successful at undoing the button and zipper, and he kicked them off his legs in one swift move.

you stared at the impossibly large bulge in his boxers, but didn’t allow yourself to become intimidated.

you would make him fit. you wanted to feel him stretch you out. you would make it work.

once his underwear was discarded, you watched his cock twitch against his stomach in awe. he sat at the edge of the bed, his feet planted on the floor as you moved to situate yourself on his lap.

you kissed him once more before a determined look graced your face, and you positioned your entrance above him, ready to begin.

“what do you really want to do to me?” you asked him again as you sank down onto his cock, watching as his nose scrunched up at the feeling of your wet and hot walls surrounding his painfully hard member.

in your periphery you could see his fingers flex like he wanted to reach out and touch you or grab you, but he was fighting himself. you sat still in his lap, his dick buried to the hilt inside you, pressing against your cervix because of how deep he was. you reached out and grabbed both of his hands, placing them on your hips.

“I w-wanna…” he started, gulping as his hands stayed feather light against your skin, still afraid to touch you fully. you clenched your walls around him playfully, watching as his expression changed from innocent and hesitant, to cold and dark in mere seconds.

his fingers gripped you fully, but he was still careful not to pierce your skin with the talons on his left hand. his right hand gripped your hip posessively, and it felt like he was close to crushing the bone. you gasped at the feeling, but welcomed the pain.

“I wanna hurt you,” he snarled, moving forward to nip at your vulnerable throat, causing his cock to move ever so slightly against your walls. “I wanna make you scream, cry, bleed...everything.”

you gasped at his words, your pussy clenching at the thought of him absolutely annihilating you, leaving you broken and unable to function as a normal human being ever again.

he must have taken your gasp the wrong way, and definitely must have not felt your walls clamp down on him, because he pulled away from your neck to look you in the eye, looking ashamed at his confession.

“you must be scared of me now,” he mumbled, looking away. “I knew this would happ–“

you cut him off by gripping his jaw in your hands, forcing him to face you as you crashed your lips against his. you moved your hands and gripped his hair, tugging roughly as you both made out messily, your body still impaled on his insanely large cock.

“fuck, donghyuck,” you panted, pulling away. “that’s so fucking hot, please,” you began rolling your hips against him, causing you both to groan. “I w-want it, please,”

he looked at you briefly before nodding his head, a movement so slight you would have missed it if you had blinked.

even though he had nodded his head, he didn’t go rough on you like you knew he wanted to. instead, he began helping you lift yourself up and down his cock, effectively fucking you onto himself. he threw his head back and moaned, and you took the opportunity to kissing along his throat and around his adam’s apple. you shivered as he growled, feeling the deep vibrations against your lips.

it felt so incredibly good to be filled with him; your walls clamped tightly around him as you swiveled and lifted your hips up and down on his lap, continuously making the both of you moan out in pleasure. it was indescribable; the way you felt almost overwhelming and you felt wetness forming in your eyes as you buried your face in his warm neck, the tears finally spilling. your broken cries egged him on, causing his hips to lift in time with you, thrusting his hard cock in and out of you with more force.

his soft grunts and groans in your ear had your walls fluttering, and with every grind against him you felt his skin brush your clit, pushing you further and further toward your impending climax. you were more worked up than you originally had thought.

“I-I thought you wanted to hurt me,” you provoked, the pace not faltering as you fucked each other with abandon. he let out a low snarl in response, but still didn’t become rough like you really wanted him to. “ come on, hyuck,” you whined out, tugging on his hard harder.

he seemed to be growing close to his end, his hips moving faster and with less precision. an idea popped into your mind, maybe not a good one, but an idea nonetheless.

you weren’t sure if it was going to work, but it was worth a shot.

you smirked to yourself.

“c-cum inside me,” you whimpered quietly in his ear, and you heard him slightly gasp at the request. “pl-please,” you begged further, your nails digging into his shoulders in result of the stimulation you were being subjected to. “I need t-to f-feel you cum inside…”

as you trailed off he roughly gripped your hips, lifting you off him with a loud growl, causing a sharp whine to escape you at the feeling of his cock slipping from your sensitive walls.

he had you on your back in seconds; lifting your legs to wrap around his waist tightly before he grabbed your hips and hoisted them in the air, pushing his cock into you again and starting a fast and rough pace immediately.

you were seeing stars at this point, not even acknowledging the pain of his talons suddenly ripping into the skin of your right side, causing blood to trickle down onto your clean sheets. it didn’t matter to you, and in some fucked up way, you seriously enjoyed the pain.

your orgasm was building very quickly, and with one final and brutal thrust from him, you were coming undone, his cock buried incredibly deep inside you.

he held you against him as he shot his cum inside you, not allowing you to squirm away as your walls clenched hard around him to the point where it was almost painful. he growled lowly as he emptied himself in your pussy, watching your face as it contorted in pleasure with an almost sinister smirk on his face.

as you came down from your overwhelming climax, you realized that he was still hard inside you, filling you up to the brim with not only his cock, but his cum as well.

you looked up at him surprised, and he only looked back at you with that same sinister smile.

“I’m not done yet,” he growled out, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it before. you breathed out heavily, looking up at him and taking in the largeness of his pupils; they were blown out so wide that you could barely make out the color of his irises.

he leaned his body down over you, his head moving next to yours as his lips brushed up against your ear. his movements caused his still hard cock to nudge even deeper inside you, and you gasped at the sensation.

“can you take it?” he asked, lightly nipping at your ear as he began softly grinding his hips into you once again.

you were sensitive, but the feeling of him moving inside you had your stomach fluttering, causing your walls to clench around him. you could practically hear his smirk as he chuckled, and your heart jumped at the sound.

you breathily begged for him to fuck you again, to really fuck you how he wanted to, and of course he couldn’t say no to that.

his hips pulled back and plunged into your core, the mess of both your juices squelching and spilling out as he ravaged you completely. he kept his face buried in your neck, his panting breaths tickling your skin as he groaned out with each powerful thrust.

you gripped at his back and allowed your nails to scratch down his skin, a desperate attempt to keep yourself sane. each hoarse whine that escaped from your throat only encouraged him further, and he quickened his pace to an inhuman speed.

your clit barely needed any stimulation for you to cum again.

“I-I’m sorry hyuck, I c-can’t,” you breathed out, gasping for air. “I can’t h-hold it,”

he bit your throat lightly in response, soothing the area with his tongue before speaking.

“It’s okay, baby.” he grunted, his hips losing their rhythm slightly as he pressed on. “I’m close too. just let go.”

that was all you needed to allow the band to snap, your second orgasm washing over you in waves. you didn’t realize you had sunk your teeth into his shoulder until he moaned loudly, causing you to open your eyes as he shot his cum inside you for the second time.

his hips continued to buck reflexively, and he lifted his head to capture your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth immediately.

it was quick but passionate, and you swore you could feel every emotion he felt for you with just that one kiss.

when he pulled out, you observed carefully as his eyes watched his cum drop out of you, his pupils still wide as he licked his lips. he snapped himself out of it when you opened your arms, inviting him to lay with you as you both came down from the exertion.

you played with his hair softly in the silence of the worm, the only sounds being of your breaths. as you closed your eyes, you heard him mumble.

“I think I love you.” he said quietly, trailing his finger up your stomach.

you immediately smiled, your heart warming with happiness.

“I think I love you too, hyuck.”

#haechan smut #nct-writers #neothestars #neowritingsnet #nct #nct 127 #haechan #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct dream #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #haechan scenarios #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #halloweenie special

[thedragonnerd]

Rayaari headcanon - have some fuzzy (serlot) shapeshifter AU

(inspired by these two lovely anons)

The people of Heart have been enemies with the neighbouring land of Fang as long as Raya can remember. She is taught from a young age never to trust someone from there, that they will forever be dangerous assassins and soldiers. And indeed, of all the Five Lands, Fang is known for having the most formidable warriors, trained to show no mercy - the types of characters that Heart mothers use to frighten their children at night.

'I heard that the Queen even has fangs herself,' a boy tells Raya and her group of friends one day. 'And her daughter is a hideous beast that roams the forests, searching for the flesh of Heart people to feast on.' He prowls around, pretending to be the evil Fang Queen and chasing the girls until Raya trips him in annoyance.

She logically knows this all to be an exaggeration, but as the years go by, she cannot help but picture the people of Fang as villains lurking in the dark, rather than regular human beings.

When Raya turns 18, her Ba sits her down, and passes across a wooden box with an ornate carving on the lid. 'There is something you must now learn, as Princess and heir to this land,' he tells her, and she opens it to find a beautifully engraved anting-anting lying within.

She learns that this is one of three closely-guarded antings that Heart possesses, and only a handful of people know of their existence. Secrecy is paramount; this one now belongs to her to protect and wear around her neck always. 'It is tradition for the royal heir to take up responsibility for a while, and learn the ways of the enemy,' Ba tells her. 'The other two are carried by my most trusted spies.'

The power of the amulet lends itself to spy-work, she discovers. It aids the wearer in shapeshifting, although Raya has several attempts before she can connect to the magic within. The first transformation catches her off-guard, and her Ba laughs at her as she trips over her own paws in surprise.

'We use this to patrol the lands of Fang,' he says, watching as she practices running in her new form. 'And the serlot is a perfect animal for the role - an amazing sense of hearing, and common creatures in the ecosystem. We've been spying for years, and never once been caught.'

Raya undertakes her first mission a month later, once she is more skilled both in shifting and in behaving in an inconspicuous manner. It is a relatively unremarkable outing - she spies on some Palace guards patrolling the walls, but fails to overhear any useful information.

It is not until her fifth mission that an opportunity falls directly into her lap; or, more precisely, shoots itself into her shoulder. She is searching for her next targets to spy on, when an arrow embeds itself into her muscle, and she falls to the ground in pain.

'Don't shoot, don't shoot!' a voice calls out. 'I think you struck a serlot by mistake!' Raya whimpers in pain, and a gentle hand reaches out to pat her head. A woman's face swims into view. Raya can hear the distant noise of people arguing, but as she drifts off into darkness, all she can focus on besides the pain is the soft caress on her fur.

When she wakes up, she finds herself lying on a comfortable blanket in the corner of a spacious and almost empty room, except for a large bed set out in the center. Her wound has been bandaged, although it still hurts considerably when she tries to stand up.

'You shouldn't be moving yet!' someone scolds her, and looking up, the woman from the forest has entered the room, carrying what seems to be a plate of food. Raya eyes the raw meat suspiciously, and the woman laughs. 'Don't be such a princess about your food...you need to eat in order to heal.'

Raya realizes that this is a great opportunity to continue spying, and besides, she won't be able to return to Heart with an injury this serious, at least for a few days.

She realizes after a while that her saviour is none other than Namaari, Princess of Fang herself. The enemy's daughter is not some horrible creature in the dark, but rather a young woman who seems to have a large capacity for love towards all things serlot, an impressive level of first aid knowledge, and a habit of talking out loud to Raya constantly, whenever she returns to her room.

Over the following few days, Raya becomes used to hearing Namaari rant about frustrating duties, or people who have annoyed her, or even once or twice her own mother. Raya starts to feel slightly guilty about spying on her, despite them being from opposing lands.

To her horror, the 'princess' nickname bestowed by Namaari sticks, and now she finds herself responding with a small purr whenever Namaari calls her such a ridiculous name. She comforts herself with the thought that surely purring is merely serlot instinct.

Namaari also loves to pet her ears often, and Raya resigns herself to having gentle scratches on her head (she will never admit to enjoying it). One time, Namaari is so exhausted from her day of work, that she sits next to Raya on the floor and promptly falls asleep, toppling slowly downwards until her cheek is resting on Raya's side, her breaths ruffling the fur on each exhale.

Raya decides eventually that she cannot betray Namaari's trust, not after all that the woman has done to help her. Her leg is much improved, with Namaari talking about letting her roam outside in the morning, and so as soon as first light rises, she slips out of the room, racing out of the palace before any of the guards notice her.

When she arrives back in Heart, Ba asks her what she learned. 'I learned that they are simply humans like the rest of us,' she says. 'And some of them are good people.' He nods as if in satisfaction, and together, they come up with a different vision for the future.

It takes them several months of negotiations and correspondence sent back and forth, but eventually Fang and Heart agree to meet on a diplomatic mission, in order to discuss a way to bring peace to both lands.

When the Fang delegation arrives, Queen Virana leads the way, and following her is Namaari. 'Hi,' says Raya, for the first time. 'I'm Raya.'

(Raya doesn't admit she was the serlot until many months later, fearful of damaging the growing trust and friendship between them. Namaari is more embarrassed than anything however, considering the topics of some of her rants.)

(Namaari switches back to calling her princess as a nickname though.)

#rayaari #raya and namaari #raya and the last dragon #ratld #raya #namaari #rayaari headcanon #raymaari #i know most of the fandom has been picturing namaari as the cat queen these last few days #but this way we get Namaari petting a Raya serlot #which is also a cute vision #all the headcanooons

[serendipitous-posts]

Sacrifice you for nothing

Tubbo and Ranboo get a history lesson

title from Ain’t No Crying by Derivakat

"Damn" Tubbo says, staring up at the ceiling. "That chandelier really is fighting you every step of the way, huh?"

"And it's winning" Ranboo adds.

Foolish, hanging from the ceiling as he fixes the corner piece, glares down at him. "It is not winning" he hisses "I won't let it win." That declaration would have been a lot more solid had he not squeaked as the chandelier rocked dangerously.

If that fell and broke he would actually lose it.

Tubbo has no mercy for him. "You must hate that chandelier right now" he mocks "must be your least favourite thing in the world."

 "Nah" Foolish grips a small chunk of gold carefully in his teeth to avoid breaking it "that would be cults" he mumbles. There's a brief bit of quiet below and then;

 "Oh yeah, I heard that the Eggpire wrecked your buildings or something."

 Chandelier finally fixed (for now) Foolish drops to the floor, a fall that would have shattered anyone elses ankles but just leaves him slightly winded. "Nah" he says "I've run into cults before; one's way worse than this one."

 "Worse?!" Ranboo exclaims "worse than the parasitic chicken embryo?!"

 "Far worse" Foolish confirms body language completely relaxed despite such a dark topic

 (but outside the seas begin to froth and bubbles, rapids forming and pushing and pulling, crashing against teeth sharp rocks and punching away at the cliffs surrounding it.)

 "they seem to keep popping up wherever I go. I-

 (hate them hates them with everything he is and everything he is supposed to be divine blood in his body but he can't save them can't protect everyone can't heal everything some things can't be reversed)

 "really don't like them. They suck."

(I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry, I can take your broken pieces and stitch them back, back together and it won't be the same but it will be similar and that is all I can give you)

 (the totem in Ranboo's back pocket begins to burn)

 "I'll say" Tubbo agrees, then, with childlike curiosity and teenage macabre "which one would would you say is the worst?"

  Foolish falls still.

(the sea falls still. the totems stop burning.)

 (it is somehow worse)

 "Probably the one made for me" he says at last.

 The story goes like this; there's a village that prays to him daily. It's not that uncommon really; he's the God of the Ocean and the Undead. People pray to him for safe passage on the seas or to help them find a totem.

 But the people in this village are- to put it bluntly- really fucking annoying.

 It's not uncommon for people without totems to pray to him for hours on end, begging him to revive their loved ones, but these guys have turned it into an art form, any and all hours of the day, banging around in his head.

 And when words don't work, they turn to physical ways to show their devotion to their God. 

 Silly little mortals, trying to gain his favour with dead animals and trinkets, trying to gain his favour. He already gave them a way to cheat death, all they have to do is grab a totem. Why do they want another?

 They have all they need to survive. He painstakingly carved those totems. He will not give too much of himself.

 (lord foolish please my mother is gone i want her back lord foolish you can bring my husband back lord foolish fix this fix her i know you can)

 So he ignores the animal sacrifices and the pretty trinkets offered to him in exchange for reviving a daughter, a son, a wife, a husband. He cannot revive the long dead, he learned that a long time ago.

 The only real bearable one in the village is the child, and he doesn't even think the child knows what he is the God of, really, which is odd considering the inordinate amount of statues in the town. Whenever the child prays to Foolish, it's never about a dead loved one or the sea, it's always about what the child did that day. Foolish feels more like a diary than a God in those moments.

 And at least that's interesting

 (mister foolish i learned how to spell flower the other day f-l-o-u-u-e-r mister foolish i saw a dead cat on the side of the road the other day)

 (mister foolish are you ever lonely)

 The humans grow more and more frustrated with his complete and utter radio silence, and while he's out their festivals to him grow more and more complex, the animals growing bigger, rarer, more impressive.

 (i offer you this ender dragon egg this elytra this nether star this emerald ore this music disc)

 He's not gonna lie; the person who built that beautiful cottage had him for a solid minute.

 But he's not really paying attention to any of that; he's not the only God to have festivals and sacrifices in his name. Definitely not gonna be the last.

 (what do we have to do to bring back our loved ones?)

 He's just happy to build.

 Bargaining is a stage of grief, but so is acceptance, and they must learn to accept this.

 (except their not accepting it, the town is just growing angrier, more desperate, going bigger and bigger, hunting animals around them to extinction.)

 The first time they kill a human, he's pretty sure it's an accident. An old man, long past his time, probably just died from shock or disease.

 They put his body on the altar and offer him up to him, not to revive but as a sacrifice. He arrives, cloaked in illusions as thick as the fog around the town. He still sees Death though, watching sedately from where she's sitting on the wall, her angel beside her.

 They're gone in the next moment.

 The town never buries the old man, keeps him on the altar, and, after three days, Foolish takes him, takes him far away to an old field and buries him there.

 (the leader of the town finds the missing body and smiles. their god has accepted their gift)

 He hopes it's a one time thing

 (because what did they do to that man how could they these humans these ants small and painfully easy to kill but flocking together working together how could they turn on one of their own)

 (because what would he do then?)

 (after the man disappears from the altar, the child prays to him again, telling him the man's name, and how he once stopped the child from getting a rash from poisonous flowers. he liked violets the child tells him)

 (maybe the child really does know what he's the god of. maybe the child's just lonely.)

 He doesn't know what exactly triggered it. Maybe they saw the child trying to make conversation with a God instead of praying to one. Maybe the child, in the way all children are, said something controversial, maybe about the man who was left on the altar to rot.

 Maybe, maybe, maybe.

 He isn't there when the child is dragged out onto the streets, and dumped at the feet of the altar in front of the whole town, trembling and shaking. And the child is a child but is no fool, has seen the sacrifices has seen what has happened, and does what any scared child will do-try to run.

 And at the same time the child tried to back away, the leader swung his sword, and the whole town watched as the child screamed, eyes bloodied and slashed from the blade. 

 (he had been aiming for the neck)

 (not a fighter, that leader)

 "A life for a life!" The leader exclaimed and swung again.

 (the child collapsed on the floor and the crowd pressed in, eager to watch as they choked and gagged on the blood spilling out of their torn open throat, arms scrabbling into the ground like a beetle like a cockroach like an ant whose colony had turned on it)

 And- and then-

 And at the same time the child tried to back away and the leader swung his sword, the child had had one last panicked, desperate thought.

 (mister foolish, they're gonna kill me)

 And at the same time-

 And at the same time the leader slit the child's throat, a golden clawed hand grabbed him by his.

 "So yeah" Foolish says. "Cults are, like, the worst."

 Ranboo and Tubbo continue to stare at him. "Uh" Ranboo says, then promptly stops talking.

 "Did you . . kill them?" 

 He nods, bouncing on his feet a little. "Yeah" he smiles "good times."

 The two teenagers both look like they don't know what to do with that.

 "Well, at least they deserved it" Tubbo offers up attentively, and Ranboo nods

 "Can't believe they executed a child. Nobody deserves to die like that" Ranboo mutters and Tubbo winces beside him.

 "Y-yeah" Tubbo agrees nervously, twining his hands together "that poor kid. Hope it was peaceful."

 Foolish blinks at them. "Wait, what?" Then he replays their entire conversation and laughs.

 "Laughing at a kid's death" Ranboo notes, before turning to Tubbo "why are we letting him near Michael again."

 "No, no" Foolish waves his hands "you misunderstood me; the child didn't die."

 "You guys do remember I'm the God of Undying, right?" He raises an eyebrow at them both. "I healed the kid's neck wound right up." Ranboo just blinks at him in that slightly unsettling way that only an enderman can do.

 "I thought you didn't revive people personally."

 Foolish glances outside, past the both of them. "This was different" he says "this was-"

 (my fault my fault i turned a blind eye i could have stopped this sooner you choked and gagged and cried out for anyone to save you but in the end the motivation for your murder had to step in.)

 "-an exception."

 "Good for you!" Tubbo cheers, shooting his hands in the air vehemently "the whole stinking town is gone and you and the child lived!"

 Foolish makes a noise in the back of his throat. "Except the other towns had heard about the towns rituals. And it began to spread."

 Tubbo's hands drop. "Oh."

 "Yeah" he agrees "oh. But the worst part was the damage done to the child."

 "Let me guess" Ranboo says, dry as Egypt. "Traumatised?"

 "To put it mildly."

 (the child had turned blind eyes towards him, and when he had reached out to grasp the pudgy hand it had recoiled, the small body curling up away from him and he had burned)

 (the child hadn't seen or felt the tsunami that destroyed the entire town. but the screams- they had ears)

 "But uh" he shifts awkwardly from foot to foot "not just that. I'm the God of Undying, so I can heal other's mortal injuries."

 A long pause.

 "Their mortal injuries" he repeats.

 "Oh!" Tubbo jerks back "oh God! The child's eyes-"

 "I healed them" he says, then winces "tried to heal them" he corrects. Better. "But uh, because they weren't fatal they weren't exactly, uh, restored."

 (the mirror is broken and the cracks will show even when it's put back together and you'll never see the same way again my fault my fault i'm sorry i'm so so so sorry)

(this is all i can give you i am so sorry only child lonely child i cant take all you pain away but i promise you here and now you will be lonely no more)

"Damn." The closest Ranboo will ever get to a swear.

 "It gets worse" Foolish chirps "the other towns found out that a child had been blessed by the Totem God himself. Were very interested in what exactly this child could do."

 A long pause.

 Then. "Cults" Ranboo says faintly.

 "Cults" Foolish agrees cheerfully, thinking of a child screaming in agony with bloodstained eyes and a gashed throat as others looked on, indifferent.

 Cults Foolish thinks grimly as that same child is dragged up to be executed by the Eggpire.

#dream smp #c!tubbo #tubbo #ranboo #c!ranboo #foolish gamers #c!foolish #mumza #philza #like #it's not explicitly said but it's implied #eggpire #eret #c!eret #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #dream smp fic

[bluemoonbeam15]

What do you think Hopper would do/say if someone complimented his appearance? I almost feel like he wouldn’t know what to say, or might be embarrassed. Thoughts? (This could be a oneshot prompt, or just a discussion! Whatever you feel like! Also, I’m still working on that oneshot prompt for you! ☺️)

Of course, I'm writing a prompt for this one XD Shy! Hopper is like my favorite demeanor to write him in. It barely surpasses his sarcastic demeanor and angry demeanor.

Also! Another change to the original novel I was going with for ABL. There are a few older posts with my OC, Akeeta, mentioned. I first had her assigned as his love interest...

BUT...I changed my mind. A new little worm crawled into my mindscape and made its home within the recesses of my imagination. Akeeta will...okay, well, SPOILERS so I can't say who she is to Hopper XD But she is no longer his love interest.

My other OC, Tulip -- the little cutie from my Scout Leader series -- has a mother named Dawn. I'll draw her at some point but for now, you obviously know she's a fellow ant in the colony. She has the honor of being Hopper's little love.

Alright, with that in mind, here's a little peek at the VERY FIRST INSTANCE that someone comments on his appearance -- aside from Francis, of course, XD.

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Francis had apparently dismissed the Scouts because certainly, he wouldn't have let one of them wander off in the middle of class. Tulip giggled as she ran straight across the clearing. She clung onto his leg the second she was close enough to reach. "Hoppy!"

The grasshopper looked down at her. "Is your class over already?" He picked her up. Ever since he filled in for Francis one week, the child had grown attached to him.

"Uh-huh!"

"And what did you learn?"

She bit her lip, fidgeting with one of the spikes on his shoulder, "Um...colors."

Hopper rose an eyebrow, "I thought you already knew your colors?"

"This is different. Like...," she looked up at his good eye, pointing, "hazel."

He pretended to understand, "Ah. Well what else did you learn?" Tulip gave him a blank stare, antennae drooping back. He laughed and readjusted her in his hold, "That's fine. Francis isn't that good a teacher, anyway."

"I heard that!"

Flik smiled and looked over as Dawn met up with them hurriedly, "I swear, she'd run around this whole Island if I let her," the ant laughed nervously as she looked up at Hopper apologetically. "I'm so sorry, I know she's bothering you. She can be a handful."

"Oh no, she's fine," Hopper swirled the child around so she could see her mother. The girl laughed and hung backward limply in his arms, "Believe me, I've handled worse."

Tulip laughed as she looked to her mother, upside down, "I learned colors today, Momma!"

"You already know colors, Honey," Dawn grinned.

"No, like the color Hazel! Like Hoppy's eye!" Tulip lifted herself up to look at Hopper now. "Momma always says you have pretty eyes."

Hopper blinked, looking to Dawn as the woman laughed nervously. Her cheeks were dusted pink, "Kids, huh? They say the darnest things," she muttered under her breath so he couldn't hear, "at...the worst times."

That stupid look Flik was giving him didn't pass him by. What was he grinning at him for? Almost like he knew something Hopper didn't...rotten little snot.

The grasshopper gave a short laugh, "Tell me about it." He tried to brush off the comment. She grew restless in his hold and he handed her off to Dawn.

"Thank you for watching her, by the way. She talks about you all the time. You've really made an impression on her."

Hopper quirked a grin, "Just keeping her entertained. I know you've got your hands full with the harvest."

The girl waved a hand for Hopper to come closer, "Hoppy...I have to tell you something!" She probably meant to whisper, but it came as a restrained yell.

"What is it, Sweetheart?" He leaned down a bit.

She cupped her hands around her mouth, "Momma likes you!"

"Okay! Tulip, Honey, why don't you go play with Aphie for a while?" She quickly set the child down and waited for her to run off excitedly to the aphid. Dawn turned back to Hopper, face red, "S-Sorry," she gave a shaky laugh, "I don't know where she gets those things from."

"It's alright, I know she has a wild imagination," Hopper rubbed the back of his neck.

Flik shrugged indifferently, "She probably got it from the other ladies." Instead of an appreciative look for covering for her, she seemed to shut down at the comment.

Hopper rose an eyebrow, "What other ladies?"

"Uh, basically, like, all the single ones in the colony," Flik said it like it was obvious. He took note of Hopper's blank expression, "You've honestly not caught onto any of it? They basically fawn over you."

Francis came up to join them, catching onto the last bit of that conversation, "Talkin' about Hopper's fangirls?" Flik gestured to the ladybug with a grin at Hopper. He rolled his eyes, "I have to listen to a lot of it when they come by to pick up their kids. Some of them don't even have kids! They just come to talk!" Francis pulled at his antennae frustradedly. "And nine times out of ten they're talking about Hopper. It's annoying."

"Why haven't I heard any of this stuff?"

"Maybe because that's the point," Flik smiled, "if they wanted you to know they would've told you by now."

Francis huffed, "They might as well. It's all they talk about." Francis raised his voice to a falsetto as he mocked the conversations, "Did you see Hopper yesterday? How he carried that boulder? Oh my gosh, like, girl, he's so strong. And those eyes! Honey, don't get me lying."

Flik busted out laughing at the impression while Hopper flushed crimson. "They're...They're probably talking about you right now!" Flik got out through his laughter. He pointed to the wayside at a group of ladies, a few of their smiles and giggles being casted in their direction.

"Maybe it's a phase," Hopper glanced at the ladies and they waved shyly. He quirked his mouth and turned back to the others, "I'm sure it'll pass."

Dawn huffed and crossed her arms, "Doubt it." Hopper gave her a look, "I mean, they...don't have much else to talk about, so...," she corrected herself lamely.

"You should own it," Francis grinned, "You're the hot eligible bachelor of the colony, so what? I know I'd be joining in on their talks if Slim weren't around to listen."

Hopper deadpanned, "Ignoring that," Francis simply winked at him. "And I'm not 'owning' anything. Does everyone but me know about this?"

"Pretty much."

"Yeah."

Dawn pursed her lips as Hopper looked to her, "I...guess I haven't paid much attention," she smiled awkwardly.

Francis scoffed, "Yeah, right. The other ladies are jealous of you, if you haven't caught wind of that either."

"Jealous?"

"Because you're always talking to Hopper."

Dawn blushed, "I'm not always talking to him. And Tulip keeps bolting to him the second she can. How can I not talk to him at that point?"

"Whatever you need to tell yourself," Francis smirked. She glared. "Good thing I've got Slim cause man, I'd have a lot of competition if I were after you." He strode by the grasshopper on his way to the ant hill, "Kinda makes you hotter, though, not gonna lie!"

Hopper glared in Francis' direction, "Do you have a filter at all?"

"No, no not really," he grinned, glancing back, "and you're cute when you blush, by the way!"

The grasshopper rolled his eyes, face burning all the more. "Something's not right with him."

Flik smiled, "He's not wrong, though."

"About what?"

"The ladies. If you're not in their conversations then you're probably on their mind."

"I can't believe this," Hopper crossed his arms, "and I thought Francis was the only one. Now I have to tolerate this?"

Dawn grinned, "I'm surprised you're not used to it."

Hopper, none the wiser, shook his head, "I don't usually get involved in gossip. Doesn't interest me." Flik gave Dawn a knowing look.

"Well, who knows," Flik shrugged and walked by, "Maybe you'll actually end up liking one of them." He grinned at Dawn before waving farewell to the two of them.

Hopper snorted, "Sure."

"Momma! Momma!" Tulip rushed back over and Dawn scooped her up. The girl smiled widely as she held a rock in her hands, it's colors different from the natural beige. Green and brown mixed together with a hint of red and dark blue swirled in. "Look what I found!"

Dawn held the rock, "Oh, wow, Sweetie, it looks beautiful! Where'd you find it?"

She pointed toward the arching root, "Over there! Hidden in the pile of rocks!"

"It's very beautiful," Dawn handed her the rock back.

Tulip beamed and held it out to Hopper, "Look!"

"I see," he chuckled and inspected it, "It is beautiful."

"It matches your eye," Dawn adjusted the girl in her arms. Hopper quirked an eyebrow at her, "I mean the colors! N-Not the beautiful part--I mean, not that your eyes aren't beautiful," she flushed and laughed nervously, "What am I even saying right now?"

Hopper's face deepened in hue, "Thank you...I think," he chuckled a little.

She laughed a bit as well, "I'm sorry. That conversation earlier just...wow."

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that," Hopper handed the rock back to Tulip. "I didn't think anyone looked at me like that."

"Really?" Dawn baffled. "I figured you'd be used to it."

"What makes you think that?"

Her face reddened, "I...well...just the fact that--well, you know, you're...you."

"I'm...me?" Hopper gave a small grin at her blush.

"I mean, like, well it's obvious...why they'd be talking about you." Dawn bit her lip, "That had to be the most stupid thing I'd ever said."

Hopper shrugged with a laugh, "I've heard stupider." Dawn relaxed a bit, laughing. It was silent a second before Hopper eventually spoke up again, "Do you...I mean, if you're busy I get it, but um...did you wanna maybe...go for a walk later? Just hang out?" He had quite a time meeting her gaze as he stared at the ground.

Dawn smiled small, "I'd love to--that would be great, that's fine, yeah," she corrected herself quickly. "Tonight?"

"Sounds good," he smiled. He ruffled Tulip's antennae, "and you stay out of trouble." The girl giggled.

Dawn watched him walk back to the ant hill, sighing blissfully. Tulip giggled as she looked at her mother, "Momma's in love!"

"Well," she tapped the girl's nose, "That's one word for it."

#pixar #a bugs life #hopper #oc #romance #fluff #ask #answer #man i never wrote any hopper X oc before #or hopper and romance in general XD

[flamencodiva]

Who Do You Think You Are? - Enemies to Lovers

Description: Y/N Y/L/N and Dean Winchester seem to bump into each other quite frequently. What happens when these two hunters rub each other the wrong way?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Bingo Square: Free Space

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Child Neglect, Mentions of Drug Abuse.

Border by: @talesmaniac89​

“You have got to be kidding me,” Dean growled as they pulled up the barn only to see it up in flames and a familiar figure staring at it. Dean glared at the familiar Pontiac and the figure sitting atop the hood staring at the blaze. “She is not going to get away with this.” 

“Dean,” Sam rubbed at his forehead, “hunts are fair game last we checked.” 

“That is a likely story,” Dean huffed. “Come on, let’s go tell her what’s what!” 

Dean parked the Impala and walked over to the Pontiac. He froze as the wind blew and Y/N’s hair flowed with it. Something about the moonlight capturing it made his heart pound in his chest. He liked her, but he couldn’t tell her that, he couldn’t tell her that even though he hated her, there was something that drew him to her. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he cracked his neck and walked over to face her. 

“Hey Winchester,” she threw back her head as she took a large chug from the beer bottle she was holding, “Did you bring marshmallows for the roast?” 

“Y/L/N,” Dean growled, “you took over our hunt… AGAIN!” 

“Wow,” Y/N snorted taking another chug of her beer, “you really think you are hot shit. I wonder when was the last time you got laid because you seem grouchy,” she smiled. 

“I like her,” Sam laughed, taking a drink of beer that Y/N gave him. “She’s sassy.”

“Trust me Y/L/N, if I wanted some I could get it,” he licked his lips before giving her a once over. “Yeah… no hunter in their right mind would ever touch you,” Dean sneered as he walked away. “Let’s go, Sam.” 

"Wow, someone really needs to get some," Y/N finished her beer before walking to the driver's side of her car. "It's a good thing I can beat you at pool!" She called to him before revving up the engine and driving off. 

Dean looked at Sam who was still drinking the beer Y/N had given him. “Do you have to drink that?” 

“It was a gift and she’s nice,” Sam shrugged.

“Are you serious?” Dean turned to Sam. “She is annoying! For the past six months, she’s been one-upping us on every hunt Garth has found us. I mean how is she ahead of us on all these hunts?” 

“Maybe she’s got someone on the inside?” Sam asked with a shrug. “Or Garth calls her, doesn’t get her then calls us?”

“Well next time we are going to take one hunt away from her,” He grumbled. 

One week later…

“Thanks, Garth,” Y/N hung up her phone. Cranking the radio to Black Sabbath’s war pigs, she pressed on the gas pedal and raced to her destination. As she drove in she noticed the familiar Chevy Impala. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her guns filled with silver bullets and made her way inside when she heard voices. 

Dean’s gruff voice echoed in the building, “Good thing I got that shot in when I did.”

“What, the kill shot? No, I had the kill shot.” Sam argued. 

Y/N walk in as she looked around the corner to see Dean kicking the dead thing’s body so that the kill shot is facing out. She saw the hole on the body

“See that? That’s obviously one of mine.” Dean gave his brother a cocky smile.

“No way, How do you figure?” Sam placed his gun back on his waistband. 

“‘Cause it’s actually dead.” Dean kicked the body a few more timed. 

Sam scoffed, “My aim is just as good as yours.”

“I mean, your aim’s okay. Serviceable.” Dean put his gun away as he shrugged at Sam. Neither brother noticed Y/N behind them crossing her arms. 

“Serviceable?!” Sam huffed, “My aim is not serviceable Dean.” 

“See those inconsequential shots to the left arm and shoulder?” Dean pointed to all the bullet wounds on the body, “Those are all you.” 

“Ok seriously? Some of those are yours, Dean,” Sam let out a chuckle as he looked at his brother. 

“Wow,” Y/N spoke up making the boys point their guns at her as she placed her hands in the air, “It’s just me cowboys,” she laughed. “Hey Sam, is he this cocky all the time?” 

“Pretty much,” Sam smiled as he pulled her in for a hug. “How have you been?” 

“Sam… don’t feed the troll!” Dean rolled his eyes at the way Sam was friendly with Y/N. 

“Hey Sam how about you and I go celebrate how good an aim you got,” she looked over at Dean, “I’m sure you can find a bar skank to keep you busy short stack,” she smiled. “You can ride with me, Sam.” 

“He is not going anywhere with you she-beast,” Dean growled. 

“Don’t worry, Sam is safe with me short stack!” she called back as she climbed into her Pontiac with Sam. 

At a nearby bar…

Dean walked in and glared at the sight he saw. Y/N was hanging off of Sam laughing at something he was saying. Dean didn’t want Sam anywhere near Y/N. Not because he was jealous, no never that. He just didn't want her bad habits to rub off on his brother. He sauntered towards them as Y/N downed a shot of what looked like Jack Daniels.  

“So you mean to tell me that he is full of mud and gunk while you guys are hunting a woman in white?” she snorted. 

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled as he sipped his beer, “I mean, the Impala is possessed by the Woman in White and he just dives into the ravine and gets caked in mud.” 

“Well, it seems that your brother isn’t the big bad hunter he thinks he is,” Y/N downed another shot as she grabbed a dart and shot it at the dartboard hitting the bullseye. 

“You are a really good shot,” Sam smiled as he drank his beer. “Where did you learn to play?” 

“Deadbeat dad,” she scoffed. “Mom was a hunter, she would drop me off with him when they split.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam told her. “I understand how hard it can all be.” 

“So, you and Sam are a thing now? I mean Sam could do better,” Dean crossed his arms as he looked at Y/N. 

“Well Sam is the cuter, sexier, taller brother,” Y/N smiled as she winked at Sam who blushed. “Hey short stack, how about you and I play a game of darts? Loser has to stay away from the other for a good month?” she smiled wondering if he could up the ante on their bet.   

“Loser has to kiss Sam?” Dean asked, causing Sam to give him his best bitch face. “Good thing I never lose, right Sammy?”

“You are so on,” she laughed, “I’m on my…” she looked at her phone as it rang. Dean could make out the familiar strums of Motley Crue’s ‘Shout At The Devil. “You got Y/L/N,” she turned around to answer the phone. 

Dean found himself leaning in to try and catch the conversation. 

“I don’t care, Nick,” she grumbled, “I’m busy ok I’m working and it’s keeping me busy.” she placed her hand on her hip as she listened to ‘Nick’. “Does it sound like I care that they want me to be there? They terrorized me all my life, Nick. No, I will not be attending, you can bet your ass I will not make an appearance.” she hung up the phone and turned back with a smile. 

Dean could tell she was lying about something. He didn’t like liars. In fact, there was something about her that rubbed him the wrong way. She may be hot, but she had secrets.   

“Who was that?” Dean took a sip of his beer as she downed another shot. 

“No one important,”  she shrugged, “now are we going to play or not?” 

Dean glared at her as she got bullseye after bullseye. He was losing to her AGAIN! And this severely pissed him off. He was supposed to be suave, cool, and most of all impressive. But with Y/N, she outdid him left and right. There was nothing he could do that would be better than her. He watched as Y/N downed another shot and looked to Dean with a smile. 

“What were the terms of that bet again?” she walked up to him and let her fingers dance on his chest before she tapped his nose. She frowned slightly when Dean swatted her hand away. “What is your problem, Winchester?” 

“I don’t have to sit here and deal with a terrible shot orphan that no one wants,” Dean growled.

Before Dean knew what had happened, his cheek stung from the hard slap he received from Y/N. 

“You can go to hell Winchester, I see you again I will shoot you,” she growled before turning on her heel and storming out of the bar. 

“Dean, what did you do?” Sam asked. Dean just sighed and went to the bar to get himself a whiskey.

Make it a double. 

Three weeks later…

"Garth," Y/N sighed as she looked at her information. "Are there any hunters in the area that can help me with this? I mean there are Vamps left and this was too much for just me." 

"I think Sam and Dean are--" 

"NO!" she growled. "I want nothing to do with them. I want them far away from this Garth." 

"But, Y/N, they can help you if there are--"

"I said no Garth," she sighed. "I'll handle it myself." She hung up the phone before Garth could argue.

Grabbing her sword she called a familiar number. 

"You've reached T-bone," the voice said. 

Y/N took in a deep shaky breath, "Uncle T?" 

"Y/N, what's wrong? Where are you?"

She could hear him grab his keys. Closing her eyes she took another breath, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"I um… I just wanted to see how you're doing. I'm...I might be MIA for a bit. I just wanted to thank you … for being there when Dad couldn't." She could feel her tears trickling down her cheeks. 

“Y/N, just… just tell me where you are hun,” she could hear him reaching for the door. His breathing sounded heavy, he was most likely rushing to his car. “Tell me where you are and I can help you out. Whatever it is hun, you know I got you. I can call your dad, he loves you Y/N. I know it wasn’t easy but he does.”

"I gotta go, Uncle T., I wanted to… to let you know that you might not hear from me for a while that's all." She sniffled, "just tell Nick that he can focus on his better kids… Okay?" 

"Y/N… you know he--" 

"I got to go. I'll call you when it's all good." She hung up before he could say anything more.

Climbing into her Pontiac, she drove towards the barn. She knew it was going to be rough. She was prepared to die hunting, just like her mother. Swinging the sword in her hand she kicked the door open and went to town, chopping head after head, until her world went dark. 

“She smells delicious,” the voice whispered. 

Y/N groaned as she struggled against the bindings. Two Vampires were circling around her like sharks at feeding time. She could feel their fingers grazing her skin. Y/N could feel the bile rise up as they inched closer and sniffed at her skin. One of them ran their tongue along her cheek. 

“If you’re going to kill me do it now,” she spat. 

“Patience,” one of the vamps said. “I think you would make a fine addition to the nest.” 

Y/N watched as the female slit her wrist and the male tried to open her mouth. Her eyes widened at the realization of what was happening. She tried to keep her mouth closed, tried to keep from having to drink the vamp's blood. But it was too much. The male laughed when he successfully opened her mouth. The bitter iron taste reached her taste buds, she tried to spit it out but it was too late. It was in her system. She could feel it pulsing through her veins.  Before she could finally release herself from the restraints, the familiar sounds of bodies dropping echoed. Taking a shaky breath she knew she was done for. She was going to get beheaded by the hunters clearing the nest. 

“I’ll see you in hell,” Y/N smiled at the vamps as they waited for the hunters to approach. 

“You hunters are too late,” the female yelled. “She’s one of us now… she’s going to tear you apart and drink you dry.” 

Y/N used her strength to break from her restraints and grab her sword. “Hey bloodsuckers,” she called out to them.  

As the male turned around, Y/N swung her sword slicing his head off. The female growled at Y/N and tried to charge at her only to have her head roll-off. Y/N hissed as a bright light shone in her eyes. When the light moved away she could make out the two figures. Once she adjusted, she could recognize Sam and Dean. 

“Great,” she muttered. Looking to Sam, she tossed him her motel key before handing him her sword, “before you off me, in my motel room there are some letters that I carry around with me for occasions like this.” She looked up at him avoiding Dean’s gaze. “Just make sure they’re sent out. Burn my body and if anyone shows up for it… don’t tell them how I died just make up some story and that my wishes were to be burned.” She pushed the handle into Sam’s hand. “Thanks for being a good friend Sam… sorry I wasn’t a better one.” 

“Y/N, I can’t do this,” Sam shook his head, “We don’t have to do this.” 

“Sam, just… please… my uncles need to know… and… the sperm donor who I share DNA with… well, he can read what I wrote and go to hell.” She took his hand and force him to wrap his fingers around the handle as she aligned the blade with her neck. “Just let the sword do the work and go with the momentum.” 

“Y/N listen to me, which vamp gave you their blood?” Sam looked to the two Dead vampires on the floor. 

“The female... but I don’t see how--” 

“There’s a cure,” Sam looked at her. “Our grandfather Samuel, he taught us how to make it. We can cure you. It’s not too late!” 

“There is no cure Sam! It doesn’t exist! It’s a myth!” she hissed. “Now fucking gank me before I feed on some innocent bystander!” 

Dean grabbed the blood off the female vampire and watched Sam and Y/N. 

“Y/N,” Sam put the sword down as he looked at her, “I’m not going to kill you when I can cure you.” 

“I’m a worthless hunter who got caught and turned so… can we stop fucking dragging this out, grab the sword like a man and fucking KILL ME SAM!” she grabbed his hand and pressed the sword to her neck. A small drop of blood trickled down her neck, “Fucking do it already!”  

“Hey!” Dean pulled Sam away, “ Calm the fuck down sweetheart. No one is going to kill you,” 

“What do you care,” Y/N sneered, “pretty sure I’m a worthless hunter in your eyes. So you can get rid of me in one swing. I’m a monster… hunters kill monsters so do your fucking job and kill me!” she growled as she bared her teeth. The sound of Dean’s pulse echoed in her head. Her eyes seemed to zero in on his neck. 

“I am doing my job,” Dean glared at her, “I’m saving someone that CAN be saved.”  

“Oh Screw--” 

Dean didn’t let Y/N finish as he knocked her out and looked to Sam. 

“I’ll drive her to the motel you drive her car,” he placed Y/N in the back seat and drove off towards the motel. 

It didn’t take long for Sam to mix the ingredients they needed for the cure. Y/N looked at the brothers and gave a low animalistic growl. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she looked at the mixture Sam was handing her, “What is this?”   

"Just drink it… please," Sam pleaded.

"If this doesn't work are you going to do what I asked?" She looked at Sam. She could feel Dean staring at her. But she avoided his haze like the plague. “Sam? Promise me you’ll do what I ask if this doesn’t work!” 

“Trust me it’s going to work Y/N. We are not losing a damn good hunter… not today.” he glared at Dean, who was standing behind her. 

Y/N closed her eyes, she placed her lips on the rim of the glass before drinking down the horrible concoction. It was vile, and it burned going down her throat. It hit her with the force of a wrecking ball, the urge to throw up strong as she dived for the small trash can by the bed. It was awful, she could feel her stomach empty but what came out was blood. 

Once she got it all out of her system, she looked to Sam, “am I cured?” she grumbled. “That had to be the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me besides meeting your brother.” she gave Sam a soft smile not caring that Dean was in the room. 

“You aren’t a picnic either sweetheart,” Dean scoffed. 

“I’m going to go, Sam,” She offered him a smile, “I need to call my Uncle and let him know everything is…” the sound of  Ozzy Osbournes ‘Crazy Train’, came from her phone. “Uncle T… I’m fine it was touch and go for a bit, but things are okay. No, I'm not in any hospital or anything,” she rolled her eyes. “You didn’t need to--” 

Dean watched as her back straightened and she clenched her fist. 

“Nick,” she said dryly, “It was nothing you needed to worry… I… look asshole! You were nothing but a sperm donor okay. Most of my childhood you were drugged up and out of it so no I don’t have to respect you. So just know that the mistake you made is safe, no one knows anything about our ties so your reputation is good.” she pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up the phone.

“Y/N?” Sam placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” 

Y/N shrugged his hand off her shoulder and glared at the brothers, “You should have just killed me when I told you to.” she grabbed her things and marched to the door. 

“Way to say thanks bitch,” Dean barked. 

“What do you care?!” she growled at Dean, “I’m nothing but a terrible shot orphan no one wants, right?”  

Dean and Sam watched as she stormed out of the room. Dean winced when she regurgitated the words he last said to her before this hunt. Sam just glared at Dean, his chest heaved with anger. This was the first time in a long time that Dean had seen Sam angry at him. Without a word, Dean walked past Sam just in time to see Y/N turn her car to head towards the local watering hole a few miles west of the motel. Grabbing his keys, he followed in the Impala. 

Reaching the bar, Y/N ordered her usual shot of Jack. she was on her seventh shot by the time Dean found her. Dean cleared his throat as he sat by her and ordered his own shot of whiskey. They sat in silence, Y/N downing her shots as Dean nursed his. 

"Listen, Y/N. I think we…" Dean began but she cut him off.

“Go away,” she slurred. Downing her latest shot. “I’m going to stay out of your way… you stay out of my way and you can have all the pussy you want without my interference,” she hissed. “Should have just killed me yourself,” she downed her last shot before climbing off the stool and making her way out.

Dean slapped some money on the bar top, paying for both their drinks before following behind her and out of the bar, "Y/N… Y/N wait."

“Fuck, take the god damn hint! You don’t like me I get it… hell right now I loathe you,” she snorted, “I… don’t get me wrong you are an ass… but you are skilled, and your reputation precedes you… but let’s face it… we are never going to get along.” she laughed at the statement. “I… I thought you would be impressed that I was a strong hunter… that I can beat you at your game… but I guess you like easy,” she found the dirt on the ground to be interesting. 

"You're right. I am impressed but…"

“Oh please,” she shook her head, “I know my worth… I know I’ll end up dead on my next hunt… the orphan who won’t be missed. The one whose father was forced to care for her in her teens when he had a new family.”  stumbling as she walked to her Pontiac, she placed her hands on the hood to balance herself. “Nobody wants me… so… I guess I’ll --” 

Dean closed the gap between them as he listened to her self-pity. Licking his lips as he found himself close to her.  grabbing her by the shoulders, he caused Y/N to jerk her gaze up. "You're so fucking wrong!" he whispered and bright his lips to hers. 

“What was that?” Y/N’s head was swimming. Dean Winchester just planted one on her. 

“That was me making you shut up,” he growled as he kissed her again. Breaking the kiss he looked around before pulling her back behind the bar.  “You have people who want you Y/N. Your phone was ringing and buzzing with messages from people. A lot from ‘Uncle T’ some from someone you named 'Alien', then you had a 'Malibu Barbie'?” he shook his head, “whoever they are… they care about you. I had no right to say what I said… you are badass Y/N.” 

“We do this… it’s only one time…” she pulled his jacket and flannel off him as he pressed her between his body and the wall in the alley.  Her lips grazed his stubble jaw. “I don’t do long term… I don’t do commitment.”  she pulled his shirt over his head. Her fingers caressing his skin. 

“We are outside, sweetheart,” He let out a grunt as her hand slipped into his pants, “unless you’re into exhibitionism?” he gave her a bruising kiss, his fingers finding their way up her shit caressing every inch of her skin. 

“I can be very adventurous, Winchester,” she gasped as his hands found their way into her own pants. His fingers slipping through her folds, “Fuck.” 

Dean chuckled against her lips as he pushed her pants down to her ankles.Y/N was thankful for having her wide-leg jeans on. It allowed her to remove them from one leg so she could open wide for Dean. Her shirt hiked up to her neck as he pushed the cups of her bra down and suckled on her nipple. Y/N let out a soft moan as his fingers teased her entrance. It had been a very long while since she had sex with anyone.   

Dean’s fingers pumped into her, moaning at the feel of her pussy dripping with anticipation. He grunted when her fingers wrapped around his already painfully hard cock, pumping his length. Dean moaned as she worked him, his cock twitching in her hands. He could feel her walls clench around his fingers as he pumped them good and fast. He pressed on her g-spot as his palm lay flat against her clit.  

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed as the hand bracing his shoulder squeezed. Dean could feel his fingers being squeezed by her clenching walls. 

“You going to cum for me Y/N?” he breathed in her ear, “going to get your cum dripping all over my fingers?” he added more pressure to her clit with his palm making her buck into him. 

The coil snapped as she pressed her mouth onto his opposite shoulder muffling her scream as she came onto his fingers. Panting, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes, pupils lust blown as he brought his lips to hers kissing her hungrily. Tongue and teeth everywhere in a sloppy kiss. 

With a soft chuckle, Dean lifted her up and guided himself into her entrance. He moaned at the feel of her. It was tight and warm and slicked up just enough to let him enter with ease. He could feel her fingers digging into his skin as he pushed in inch by inch. When he bottomed out she ground her hips, giving it the right angle for him to let out a very soft ‘fuck’ in her ear. 

There were no words as they found a rhythm, Dean swallowing her moans in a hungry kiss. His hands cupping her ass as he thrust into her. His pace was fast as he could feel her walls clenching around his cock. Her fingers moved from his shoulders to his hair. She tugged on his short strands, driving him wild. His hips sputtered as he felt her cum around him and he filled her up. His lips on hers giving her a bruising kiss emptying inside her before pulling out and putting her on the ground gently.   

Breathing heavily, Y/N and Dean got dressed. Dean cleared his throat as they walked towards Y/N’s Pontiac. 

“So…” Dean rubbed the back of his neck. 

“It’s a one-time thing… it means nothing… like I said earlier, I don’t do commitment,” she licked her lips. “How about this… I scratch your itch… you scratch mine… friends with benefits... No strings attached.” 

“Friends?” Dean smiled at her. “Just a second ago you hated my guts.” 

“What can I say,” she shrugged, “you were very… persuasive.” 

“Ok, Y/L/N… Friends,” he pulled her body to his before giving her a searing kiss, “with benefits.” 

“Deal,” she smiled. Turning from him she climbed in her car, “I have to head to California for a bit… I need to calm down my Uncles… they don’t know that I’m a hunter so the call I made to them….” 

“I’ll see you around,” Dean reassured her. 

With a small wave, she closed the door, turned the ignition and drove off towards the horizon. Dean could only stand there and watch as the taillights disappeared.  

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hey! ty sm for doing the matchup exchange with me, i look forward to writing your match! i’m rita and i go by she/her pronouns. i have a preference for men & i’m 16. my quirk would be similar to shinso & inumaki from jjk,, i can control ppl and animals just by saying a command,,, an indicator for when i’m using my quirk would be my eyes changing color & a side effect to using my quirk would be getting light headed.

i’m a libra sun, aquarius moon, & leo rising. a slytherin & intj-t. i’m v polite and reserved when you first meet me. i’m pretty introverted and i have anxiety. it takes me while to open up since it takes me a while to trust ppl. i do tend to get annoyed and angry by others easily,, i’m a bit of a hot head. i’m pretty chill and like joking around once i open up,, i can also be kinda dumb. i’m a bit of a loner and i don’t have many friends. i’m actually a bit of an emotional person but only when it comes to shows, movies, books, etc,, i tend to keep my emotions bottled up. i’m self conscious and self critical. i care a lot about having perfect grades and getting into a good university but i’m so lazy (lots of breaks & procrastination) at the same time,, i end up getting everything done on time though. i’m impatient when it comes to my own things so i like doing things my way bc i feel more comfortable that way. i also like keeping things neat. i’ve also been told i have a resting sad face & that i’m intimidating. i wear a lot of black and i’d describe my style as dark academia mixed with 70s-90s fashion. when i’m at home i just wear comfortable clothing like pajama pants and a t-shirt.

my likes/hobbies/interests are baking, playing the sims, writing, and playing board games with ppl i’m close to. i also like relaxing in bed and spending time with people i’m close to and having fun. i’m interested in psychology, true crime, & history. i don’t like arrogant & closed minded people. i look for a partner who is loyal, kind, & open-minded. my love languages are gifts and quality time (both ways).

i hope this isn’t too much,, ty again! <3

Hey friend, it's my pleasure! Thanks sm for offering 💖

Can I just say super quick that your quirk is really cool? You could command an army of bears, raccoons or fire ants. I would be terrified. Also I'm an Aquarius moon and INTJ too, air moons gotta stay together. I totally got a Libra vibe off you when you first messaged me and you're super sweet 🎀 also I totally get you on the anxiety part, I have anxiety too. I know how terrifying it can be to reach out to new people so please know I'm proud of you for taking the chance to reach out to me 😊 and it's never too much; the more detail the better!

I match you with Shoto!

Say hi to the walking AC and heater unit. A couple reasons I picked him is because you mentioned having anxiety and being hot headed. With his father being, well, himself and his mother being the anxious person she is, Shoto understands both sides of the coin very well and knows how to deal with both parts. He can balance being calm and stern at the same time and he has the patience of a saint. He would give you the time and space you need to grow comfortable around new people and surroundings, as well he would be able to keep you grounded when your temper gets the best of you. He mellows you out. My personal headcanon is that he's a Capricorn sun, Scorpio moon, Virgo rising, Ravenclaw and INFP.

He returns your jokes with dry humor. He can keep a dead serious face while making the stupidest jokes too. He could look you dead in the eye, face straight, and rip a monster fart and not giggle just to see your reaction. Honestly the image of him holding eye contact while aggressively farting is funny in my head. I know I have the humor of a 9 year old.

He isn't bothered by you not having many friends. He's a private person and doesn't want a lot of people up in his business. He prefers few close friends over many distant friends. He knows you aren't stupid and pays no attention to anything you say that may sound dumb. He's heard so much dumb shit he learned to filter it from his brain.

He understands that you're closed off on your emotions. He really can't blame you, he's quite the same. If you get a little teary eyed over a book or movie he'll let you talk it out and cry if you'd like, but he won't push you to be uncomfortably open to him. He values your happiness over his own and doesn't mind you keeping your feelings to yourself. He respects your privacy. Regardless of what you may feel conscious or critical of about yourself he's there to remind you that you're perfect. You're healthy, you're strong and you're doing the best you can. No one could ask any more from you. He's lived a majority of his life feeling outcasted and ignored because of his scar and wouldn't wish the same on anyone, so if there's any part of you that you feel bad about he's always reminding you that you have no imperfections, everything about you makes you one of a kind. You're irreplicable.

He isn't worried about you procrastinating on studying or homework. As long as you get it done and do well enough he isn't concerned. If you ever have difficulty with a subject he's happy to help you study and learn. If you want he can ask Momo to join for a study party if you want the extra help or company. He just wants to see you succeed and get into the college of your cotton candy dreams. Oh and don't worry about your tuition, he has it covered. Don't even mention it to him it'll already be paid off, including books and living arrangements. He only wants you to pay him back by doing your best in school and showing him you can handle the hard work.

He always has a suggestion on ways you can do things but he knows you prefer to do them by yourself, so he'll neber bombard you with his ideas. If you ask for his input he has plenty to give but otherwise he gives you the room to make your own moves. He's a neat freak himself and is always happy to help you keep your room clean and well put together. He has good room decor ideas too if you want to spruce up your room.

He really doesn't see you as intimidating. He sees a confident, independent and strong young woman who can hold her own. He occasionally wonders if you're really sad or if that's just your expression and he'll occasionally ask. He's only making sure you're okay. If you're sad he's on it with a cute or funny movie, some snacks, a shoulder to cry on and a whole night's worth of stuff to talk about.

He likes your sense of fashion, he enjoys darker and warmer colors. He lives for the 80s aesthetic and loves to see you mix the two so effortlessly. He can, wants to and will give you his t shirts to wear at home. He'll also loan you hoodies and sweaters. He won't outright buy you a hoodie, he'll buy one for himself and let you get away with stealing it from him.

He's so soft for home made cookies and would love for you to make him some. Home made dinners are also great. He would love to help you bake and would enjoy baking dates. He'll also watch shows like Hell's Kitchen with you. He isn't exactly a huge gamer but he likes simulation games and RPGs like Sims, Animal Crossing, Pokemon, Harvest Moon etc. He'll binge these games with you all day and night. Your Sims have to get married to each other it's the law. He enjoys reading what you write - what you don't mind sharing of course. He won't go peeking in your personal writing, he knows it isn't his place. Concerning what you do share he'll read it with great interest and share his thoughts and any ideas he has. He would really enjoy writing something with you, like a short story or a comic. He loves how you convey your writing and would be honored to take part in it. His favorite board game is Candy Land, a close second being Monopoly, followed by Scrabble. He pulls out a big ass dictionary during Scrabble just to prove to people that he knows his vocabulary. He loves you dearly but all bets are off during Monopoly, it's a dog eat dog world and he isn't bailing you out of jail. He will, however, offer you real money in turn for properties in the game. No that isn't cheating the rules say nothing about it. He has no problem with a lazy day in bed though and wouldn't mind just dozing or watching shows together. Any time spent with you is time spent well. You two could watch paint dry together and he would have a blast. He'll buy the paint.

With his personal involvment in hero work he has lots of info on true crime cases and can share stories and books with you. He has everything from small robberies to Ted Bundy and beyond. If you have a question about a true crime case he has an answer. As for psychology I imagine he would study it himself, perhaps as a secondary career or freelance hobby. He'll examine characters from books and movies with you and run his own behavioral analysis unit from his bedroom. The FBI doesn't hold a candle to him. He can, will and already has tracked down your enemies and he has their addresses. With his father being the new number one hero he essentially has the force of the law in his hands and if need be, he will use it. He won't do anything unjust unless your safety is in jeopardy but he won't hesitate to bring someone down. As for history he has plenty of books ranging from founding of countries to wars, to major technological advancements to the invention of toilet paper. He knows some very niche history facts. If you need to impress a teacher with knowledge on history he has you covered. He'll make the teacher quit their job in shame.

Shoto is absolutely loyal to the end, open minded and kind to a fault. He understands how it's like to be ignored, misunderstood and bullied and he won't treat anyone else that way. Regardless of his opinion on someone he still gives them respect and kindness. He doesn't care how rude or petty someone acts, they're still a human and deserve to be treated as such.

He goes out of his way to buy you special gifts, he values personal meaning over monetary value. Between a basic cheap necklace and an expensive bracelet of your favorite gemstone and color, you bet he's going for the bracelet. The cost isn't important to him, he just wants to see your face light up when you open the gift. As for gifts from you he doesn't care about how much you spent, he just wants something from the heart. You could give him an origami swan that cost you nothing to make and he would treasure it like a rare antique. As for quality time, he always enjoys a good movie, board game, cuddle session or just a nap. Like I mentioned before, any time spent together is time spent well.

I hope you enjoyed this friend!! 🥀 I'll be sending my part your way soon, thanks again for the offer! I had a lot of fun with this one 😘

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[joonsdiary]

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈

a regency au that absolutely nobody asked for. (please pray for my countless untouched wips that will never see the light of day.) rated e for extreme fluff with a slight hint of humour, because what else is new around here. blame this kim taehyung for the existence of this drabble. 1,870 words. enjoy!

     “Another correspondence,” your sister whispered in the dead of night, candlelight gently flickering against the bronze of her skin. You laid still against the silk of your sleeping clothes, underneath the warmth of your cotton quilts, unsurprised by her quiet outburst into your shared room. Her eyes met yours and at that moment you wished nothing more than to be buried six feet well below the ground, sleeping amongst the worms and maggots and ants alike—

“Would you like me to read it for you this time?”

—and be rid of this world once and for all. What joy that would bring you. It’s quite the dramatic disposition, as your mother would often point about yourself, but an understandable one, nevertheless. Because it had the faintest of truth in it: You’d rather die than face the embarrassment of possible rejection.

The floorboards creaked as she moved to place the chamberstick on the bedside before making room for herself beside you, tucking her legs neatly beneath her. You have an inkling as to who he might be, but your heart assured you that it wasn’t the person you’ve been desperately waiting for—the one whose disapproval would possibly shred your heart pieces. In hindsight, you should have known better than to place your trust in a man. No matter how handsome they might present themselves, they’re all the same.

“Is it Sir Jeon again?”

Jeon Jungkook was an esteemed young bachelor, no less. The grandson of a wealthy colonel, who owns a large estate in the next town over. But his reputation precedes him as a ladies’ man through and through, having asked the hands of several women in marriage, only to break the arrangement before nightfall. He’s been the same tireless charade for the past summer months, and you happen to be the unfortunate target that has caught his unwarranted attention.

Yes, he might bear more money that you will be able to comprehend, but you refused to allow yourself to be the next name stricken in his long list of women.

“What if it is?” she gave you a playful grin and a soft push on the shoulder. “Will you finally say yes?”

“I’m not vapid, sister. My answer hasn’t changed in the twenty-four hours since he last sent his letter.”

“Rumour has it that he hasn’t pursued anyone for this long.”

“So that’s what this is then, a challenge to him,” you rose from your position, pulling the covers tight against your body. “Then he’ll tire of this charade before the parchment’s ink runs dry.”

“Will you not at least entertain his company?”

“Was the dance he persuasively requested from me at the ball not enough amusement for him?” you said, exasperated.

“You have to admit, he can be quite the dancer,” she marvelled, eyes mooning in obvious adoration.

“He stepped on my foot twice,” you said wryly.

“To which he apologized for, both in person and in the last three letters he sent.”

“You can read the letter if you so desire,” the softness of the bed welcomed you back into its warmth as you made space for her. “I’m tired and I wish to sleep.”

“Tired from what, playing the pianoforte all day?” she mocked, sighing when you don’t reply with your usual banter. You rolled to your side, facing away from her, unsure if she heard your quip: What else am I to do with my time? It’s not like I can take the horse and ride it to where he is.

The sound of paper rustling echoed against the silence of the room as the bed moved, and you could only picture her holding the letter against what little luminance the candle provided. She didn’t say anything for a while and you concluded that the contents remained the same as Sir Jeon’s previous ones: The tactless You are the lucky maiden bestowed the chance to meet me once more along with your beauty outshines even the moon herself. He’s not quite Shakespeare, but reading what he wrote allowed you an insight into the inner workings of his mind and how he managed to rope in so many women in such a short period of time. Flowery words carefully crafted by The Hedonist himself; only a fool would cave in to such whims and a fool you were not.

She suddenly gasped, and you turned just in time to see her hand as it slowly went and covered her lips in apparent astonishment.

“What is it? Has he asked me to wed him?” you mused, half in jest. Her eyes moved back and forth, scanning each and every letter meticulously. “Well?”

“I feel as though I’m being intrusive by reading something that’s not meant for me,” she turned to the next page and glanced it over quickly before pushing the papers into your hands.

“That hasn’t stopped you before,” you sighed and slid up the headboard. The expression she wore made you somewhat fearful—just what nonsense had Jeon Jungkook written this time around?

You prepared yourself for the worst as you took a deep breath.

           Dearest Flower—

The introduction already had you rolling your eyes to the ends of the earth. You continued, nonetheless, but not before noting the difference in handwriting.

          I hope this letter finds you in good health. I am aware that I promised to write to you immediately after our encounter, which is still engraved deeply in my mind, never to be forgotten. That evening, you held countless stars in your eyes that twinkled at every quiet giggle — I am still stunned that I was able to pull a burst of enchanting laughter from your lips, as I am told by my confidants that humour is not my forte. Were you being too generous, perhaps, inflating a weak man’s ego like you had done mine? I can only imagine that you permit no one else to see the beauty hidden beneath your smile but me, selfish as that may sound. 

“Did he really pen this, Sir Jeon?” you wondered audibly. Your sister begged for you to read the rest aloud, and you relented. “There isn’t a dreamless night that goes by where I do not see your face the moment I lay and close my eyes. You’ve bewitched me, Dearest Flower.”

You paused to glance at your sister, who merely motioned for you to continue reading the letter. She wore an almost-teasing grin as the apples of her cheek rose to meet the corner of her eyes.

“You must know that I am writing this against the unspoken will that binds me in the hands of my cousin. I know you are aware, as most people in the town are presumably, that he has been charmed by your unwavering wit, as have I. When he made it known to me — his longing for you — I knew I had to step back and hand him the reins. For how could I possibly compete with him?”

Your heart galloped against your chest at the sudden realization, and with bleary eyes, you read the next words with a different perspective than you had previously.

“Therefore I want you to know that I write this without the knowledge of your affection; only with the cautious optimism that you do not share the same feelings as he has for you. I am once again reduced to nothing else but greed with soaring hopes that you have cast away the letters he has written you. If by chance I am mistaken and have disillusioned myself with such thoughts, I shall suffer in endless affliction with the knowledge that I should have reached out sooner and without fear.”

With heat slowly rising to your cheeks, you turned the page over to the next and continued.

“If there is still but a tiny amount of chance for me, then I can only assume you’ll read this letter in its entirety. But please know that I will assume no ill will if you choose not to entertain my company. I have been fortunate enough to receive your hand in what will be your final dance that evening, so the least I could wish for is a lasting impression.”

Gone was your wistful feeling of dreaded rejection, replaced by pure, unadulterated bliss. You cleared your throat, and with bated breath, you proceeded.

“However, if your desire is the same as mine, then I would like for us to meet with no one else’s company but yours and mine. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire you, and there is not a single waking moment where I do not yearn to get another glimpse of your captivating eyes. Perhaps much longer than fate allowed us to the last time.

“I will be waiting in the garden by the old church just before the day breaks. If your heart truly doesn’t belong to Jungkook, or anybody else by then, come indulge in my endeavour. For I bear no intention other than to shamelessly claim your heart as mine for keeps.

“With love and devotion, Kim Taehyung.”

Your sister squealed in delight, much to your chagrin, possibly waking the entire household. Your horrors were confirmed when you heard the padded footsteps of your mother along the hallway, prompting you to shove the letter underneath your pillow. By the time you placed your hand in her mouth at an attempt to silence her, she’d already knocked at your door before it promptly opened.

Hair dishevelled and unkempt, she asked, clearly displeased, “What in god’s name are you both up to this late at night, disturbing everyone’s sleep?”

“We thought we—uh—saw a rat. She just got a little spooked, is all.”

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you, then your sister, who nodded belatedly in agreement.

“From countless years of witnessing your shenanigans, do you think I’m easily fooled?”

The tension in your mother’s brow eased as she chuckled, shaking her head. You released your sister from your clutches as your mother approached. She bent over to dispel the lights from the room, and you welcomed darkness as you blinked it into familiarity.

“Stop wasting candlesticks and turn in for bed now.”

You willingly followed her instructions and quickly felt underneath the pillow for the presence of two parchments. Renewed with a sense of promise tomorrow will bring, you closed your eyes as the door clicked shut.

At the faded echoes of your mother’s foot carrying her away to your room, your sister whispered, “Will you meet with him?”

For once, your heart and mind are in synchrony, humming the tune of an acquainted melody.

A short pause before a confident, “Yes,” escaped your lips.

You vowed not to be persuaded by the fragrant sentiments a gentleman presents because all too often they stay like that: Mere words, unaccompanied by actions. But from the moment he plucked you out of the sea of women that vied for his attention, you knew you’d willingly sway in any direction he guided you — as long as it’s within his arms.

If a fool was what became of you from this correspondence alone, then you’ll wilfully submit to becoming town’s jester.

#taehyung fic #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts fanfic #bts fic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung scenario #bts regency au #taehyung

[valeriethepussycats]

Assemble

Chapter 1

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashback Are Bold

“And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when Earth's mightiest heroes and heroines found themselves united against a common threat. On that day, the Avengers were born--to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand! Through the years, their roster has prospered, changing many times, but their glory has never been denied! Heed the call, then--for now, the Avengers Assemble!"

Burning blue flame. A smoky cube shape emerges -The Tesseract.

Kneeling behind a throne, a clothed, armored figure known as The Other. “The tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power,...” He holds out the scepter. Coming out from the shadows, Loki takes the staff. “But our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow.” Thousands of Chitauri are awaiting orders.

“The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?” The Other declared.

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Y/n was walking home from Queensbridge park at Ten o’clock at night her mind on Thor and his Brother Loki .

The Destroyer hand comes to touch the Force field and all the wounds on Y/n’s body are all healed.

Why would Loki heal me?

Y/n shakes the thought out of her head not trying to dwell on it because she knows she’s never going to get the answers she want. It’s been a whole year so she’s heard or seen Thor.

What’s the point of thinking about it when I might not see Thor ever again.

Truth be told Y/n miss Thor more then she thought she would. To her Thor was the ideal best friend he understood her without even trying.

We found her.

Y/n scoffs. 

I can’t have a moment of peace.

“You might as well come out I know you’re there.” Y/n shouted.

Two boys walk out from behind a tree one wearing a red and orange suit while the other one is wearing a helmet and a black and white suit.

“St. John Allerdyce aka Pyro and Dominikos Petrakis also known as Avalanche. What do you want?” Y/n asked with a sigh of irritation.

“How did she know our names.” Avalanche murmured to himself.

“Our boss wants to have a little chat. He thinks you could be a valuable mutant to the Brotherhood.” Pyro answered.

Y/n laughs and starts to walk away from the two boys. “There’s nothing I need to talk to your “boss” about ok I will never join the Brotherhood...isn’t fulled with children.

“Children. I have you know the Brotherhood except all ages of mutants.” Pyro explained.

Y/n stops walk and turns around  and looks at Avalanche and Pyro with  a Blank stare. “Well we’ll have to agree to disagree m’ok. Now I’m tired and I just want to go home and  Watch cartoons until I fell asleep nowadays you’ll excuse me.”

“You won’t take us serious I’ll make you.” Avalanche declared

“You want a fight I’ll give you a fight.”

Y/n’s eyes turn white and thunder claps as lightning flashes across the sky then hits a nearby light post which causes a chain reaction and all the light post

“Well color me impressed that would be all boys head back to the base.” Said a voice behind Y/n.

Pyro and Avalanche walk away in a hurry.

“Magneto....what do you want?” Y/n said in a curious tone.

“I heard about what you did in New Mexico saving those people.” Magneto addressed.

“Me helping innocent people ruin your plans?” Y/n wondered.

“No I’m just wondering why your not team X-men.”

“Why would I want to be an X-men.”

“Because your mother is an X-men.”

“My-my mother? My mother die trying to free me from the Weapon X Program.” Y/n explained.

“Then why was she stopping me from turning every human being into on earth into mutants.” Magneto pulls out his phone and show Y/n  a picture of her mother.

Y/n clenched her jaw as she winced. “You didn't know my sweet child she's been alive this entire time.” Magneto noted.

“Why are you doing this? What get out of this?” Y/n uttered.

“Everyone deserves the truth no matter who gives it to them.” Magneto confessed then disappears and all the lights in the park turns back on.

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Shield facility at night. They are evacuating by helicopter and vehicle, and one helicopter lands, dropping off Maria Hill and Nick Fury while Agent Phil Coulson is awaiting them.

“Where is Agent Munroe?” Nick Fury asked Agent Coulson.

“Sydney,Australia sir.” Agent Coulson answered.

“Does she know that Erik Selvig is here?” Nick wondered.

“No she doesn’t not.”

“Good.....Now how bad is it?”

“That's the problem sir. We don't know.”

They enter the facility, passing fleeing technicians, taking only the essentials. “Dr. Selvig read an energy surge from the Tesseract four hours ago.” Agent Coulson finished.

“NASA didn't authorise Selvig to test phase.” Nick stated.

“He wasn't testing it, he wasn't even in the room. Spontaneous advancement.” Agent Coulson explained.

“It just turned itself on?” Agent Maria Hill Chimed in.

“What are the energy levels?” Nick asked Agent Coulson.

“Climbing. When Selvig couldn't shut it down, we ordered evac.” Agent Coulson replied.

“How long to get everyone out?”

“Campus should be clear in the next half hour.”

“Do better.”

Coulson nods then proceed  in the other direction as Nick and Maria  continue walking down deeper into the facility.

“Sir, evacuation may be futile.” Agent Hill disclosed.

“We should tell them to go back to sleep?” Nick asked sarcastically

“If we can't control the Tesseract's energy, there may not be a minimum safe distance.” Agent Hill explained

“I need you to make sure Phase 2 prototypes are shipped out.”

“Sir, is that really a priority right now?”

“Until such a time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on. Clear out the tech below. Every peice of Phase 2 on a truck and gone.”

“Yes sir.” Then Hill walks over to agents nearby. “With me.”

Nick fury  walks in the radiation facility housing the Tesseract, the area cluttered with machines and people leaving.

“Talk to me doctor.” Nick announced.

Dr. Erik Selvig walks from behind a CMS machine, concerned. The Tesseract is glowing unusually birghter and a flare of blue shoots out from it, hitting things at random. “Director.”

“Is there anything we know for certain?”

“The Tesseract is misbehaving.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No, it's not funny at all. The Tesseract is not only active, she's... misbehaving.”

“How soon until you pull the plug?” Nick asked.

“She's an energy source. If we turn off the power, she turns it back on. If she reaches peak level...” Erik trailed off.

“We've prepared for this doctor. Harnessing energy from space.” Nick replied.

“We don't have the harness. Our calculations are far from complete. Now she's throwing off interference, radiation. Nothing harmful, low levels of gamma radiation.” Erik explained.

“That can be harmful. Where's Barton?”

“The Hawk? Up in his nest, as usual.”

Clint Barton, dressed in black tactical gear, up on the railings watching them below. Fury calls Barton on his earpiece. “Agent Barton, report.”

Barton rappels down from the catwalk, and walks up to Fury. They both walk around the bottom of the facility in a discreet manner.

“I gave you this detail so you could keep a close eye on things” Nick finished

“Well, I see better from a distance.” Agent Barton replied.

“Are you seeing anything that might set this thing off? Nick wondered.

“Doctor, it's spiking again.”  NASA scientist shouted Erik.

“No one's come or gone. It's oven is clean. No contancts, no I.M.'s. If there was any tampering, sir, it wasn't at this end.” Agent Barton passed on

“At this end?” Nick questioned.

“Yeah, the cube is a doorway to the other end of space, right? The doors open from both sides.”  Agent Barton answered

Dr. Erik Selvig types on his keyboard and the monitor flashes. Suddenly, the Tesseract thunders and shakes the entire facility. Both Agent Coulson nearby, and Maria Hill topside, feel the tremors. The cube glows brighter and emits a ring of light, and builds like a beam, similar to the Bifrost bridge. The power hits the edge of the platform, and begins to form a vortex, which becomes a portal. Space appears through the portal, and a gust of blue energy knocks people back. The cloud shoots to the ceiling, and the portal on the platform opens up as Loki steps through. The portal vanishes, and Loki grins at everyone, holding his spear. He frowns as he sees them looking at him.

“Sir please put down the spear.” Nick shouted.

Loki responds with firing a blast of blue energy from his spear, while Barton narrowly tackles Fury out of the way. Everyone shoots at Loki, but the bullets deflect off of him. Loki immediately takes down everyone shooting at him easily, with knives and energy blasts from his sceptre. He pauses, grinning, and looks to who will attack him next. Barton attempts to attack him, but Loki grabs his wrist, disarming him.

“You have heart.” Loki places the tip of the spear against Barton's chest.

Barton's eye glow black, and he stops resisting. Loki begins controlling other agents around the room. Fury sneak up, grabs the Tesseract, and places it in a briefcase, trying to sneak out.

“Please don't. I still need that.” Loki disclosed.

Nick turns to face Loki. “This doesn't have to get any messier.”

“Of course it does. I've come too far for anything else. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”  Loki proclaimed.

“Loki? Brother of Thor?” Erik murmured.

“We have no quarrel with your people.” Nick told Loki

“An ant had no quarrel with a boot.”

“You planning to step on us?”

“I come with glad tidings, of a world made free.”

“Free from what?”

“Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart...” Like a gunslinger, Loki turns to face Selvig who's standing behind him and places his spear against Selvig's heart. Selvig's eyes glow black.

“You will know peace.” Loki finished.

“Yeah, you say peace, I kind of think you mean The other thing.” Nick remarked.

the vacuum chamber ceiling, the Tesseract's energy cloud rapidly builds into what may be an implosion.

“Sir, Director Fury is stalling. This place is about to blow. Drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us.” Agent Barton informed Loki.

“Like the Pharaohs of Odin.” Nick stated

“He's right. The portal is collapsing in on itself. You got maybe two minutes before this goes critical.” Erik explained.

“Well then.“

Loki looks to Barton, who without hesitation shoots Fury, who falls to the ground. Barton grabs the case containing the Tesseract and leaves the lab with Loki, Selvig, and the other controlled Shield personnel.

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The controlled Shield personnel are gathering weapons and getting ready to leave the facility. Agent Hill watches in confusion.

Agent Barton Points to Loki and his team. “Need these vehicles.”

“Who's that?” Agent Hill wondered.

“He didn't tell me.” Agent Barton mumbled.

Agent Hill eyes them suspiciously as they get into a truck and begin to drive away.

Nick grabs a walkie talkie. “Hill, do you copy?”

Loki and his crew look back at Agent Hill.

Back at the lab, Fury is sitting up, pulling the bullet out, and breathing hard.

“Barton is...” Nick trailed off.

Maria turns around and shoots Barton, who is already shooting at her, and they drive away while she takes cover, still firing at them.

Nick is Running out of the lab, holding his side. “He's got the Tesseract! Track it down!.”

The energy discharge from the Tesseract is building up on the ceiling, rumbling and growing recklessly, destroying structures and cracking the walls.

Maria Hill jumps into a Jeep and takes chase on Loki and crew. Several other trucks begin to attack Loki's truck as well, and Loki releases a blast of energy, obliterating  Shield trucks and causing a blockage in the tunnel. Agent Hill is forced to keep distance on her pursuit.

Down below, Fury is racing against the clock as pipes burst around him. The walls are cracking, and the facility is suffering an internal earthquake.

Agent Coulson is grabbing cases, and trips down the stairs while the ground shudders. Others with him drop cases full of information and equipment.

“No! Leave it!” Agent Coulson urged  They all leave the cases behind and leave the lab running.

Barton and Agent Hill are caught in a truck race, where she pulls in front of him to try and block him. He responds with firing at her at close range, which causes Agent Hill to shoot out her own windshield to try and hit him.

Agent Coulson and his group take a Jeep and evacuate as well. “You're clear, sir! You need to go!” Agent Coulson said into walkie talkie.

Fury runs across the tarmac to a helicopter. The ground gives way seconds after the helicopter leaves the ground, falling into a sinkhole.

Still racing down the tunnel, Agent Hill and Barton are locked in combat. A blast wave from the Tesseract causes the tunnel to collapse partially. One of Loki's trucks makes it out, but Maria's truck is stuck.

The Tesseract's energy cloud now shrinks into a small ball of white light, hovering in the air. In a flash of blue light, the facility is consumed along with its surroundings. Fury watches from below as a rapid build up into an implosion.

Several miles away, Agent Coulson's van jolts from the blastwave on the horizon behind them.

The entire facility implodes with terrifying magnitude, and the implosion rocks the ground.

Maria Hill is stuckher jeep behind as the full force of the blast tears down on the tunnel, covering herself by being inside of the jeep, light from the night spilling in close by.

Barton's truck drives away, but Fury's helicopter hovers over it, and Fury opens fire with his pistol. Loki, in a fit of rage, fires an energy blast at the helicopter. The helicopter is skimmed my the blast, but catches fire. He jumps out of the flaming helicopter seconds before it hits the ground and shreds itself into debris. Fury stands back up, dazed, and shoots at Loki, but they're too far away.

“Director? Director Fury, do you copy?” Agent Coulson called into the walkie talkie

“The tesseract is with the hostile force. I have men down. Hill?” Nick voiced.

Agent Hill climbs out of the wreckage of her jeep and speak into the  walkie. “A lot of men still under, don't know how many survivors.”

From the ground, Fury surveys the wreckage. “Sound the general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase.”

“Roger that.” Agent Hill answered.

“Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war.” Nick disclosed

“What do we do?” Agent Coulson asked.

Nick Fury looks up, a thought on his mind.

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Russia. There is a building, a warehouse, next to some unfinished railroad tracks under construction. The building is only occupied by Georgi Luchkov, a Russian general, and two thugs, with a prisoner amongst them, tied to a chair. The taller thug is in the middle of hitting the spy, a red headed Russian woman in a black tank top.

“This is not how I wanted the evening to go.”Georgi Luchkov commented.

“I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better.” Natasha Romanoff replied.

“I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items.” Luchkov explained.

The taller thug pushes her chair back, tilting it over the edge of a few story drop, and Natasha hides her fear.

“I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business.” Natasha Remarked.

“Solohob? Your reputation is quite a progression. The famous Black Widow. Nothing but a pretty face.” Luchkov commented.

“You really think I'm pretty?” Natasha wondered.

Luchkov walks over to a table filled with tools of torture and interrogation, picking up a pair of pliers. The tall thug next to her forces her jaw open.

“We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well...You may have to write it down.” Luchkov stated.

A phone rings, and the weasely thug looks to his phone in confusion. He picks it up. “Ya?” He looks to Luchkov. “It's for you.”

Luchkov takes the phone, annoyed and angry. “Who the hell is...”

“You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put the woman on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby.” Agent Coulson warned.

Luchkov places the cell phone against Natasha's ear seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hands tied behind her back.

“We need you to come in.” Agent Coulson noted.

“Are you kidding? I'm working!” Natasha declared.

“This takes precedence.” Agent Coulson stressed.

“I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything.” Natasha explained.

“I don't give everything.” Luchkov said confused.

Natasha frowns at Luchkov “Look, you can't pull me out of this right now.”

“Natasha. Barton's been compromised.” Agent Coulson disclosed.

After a beat. “Let me put you on hold.” Natasha nods to Luchkov. When he grabs the phone, she hits him with her leg and headbuts him. She stands, still tied to the chair, and kickboxes the tall thug in the face. She rolls over to the weasely thug, trips him, and stomps on his foot when he tries to pin her, then she knocks him out with a headbut. Coulson waits calmly, listening to her take three men down with her arms literally tied behind her back. She flips, breaking the chair on weasely thugs' ribcage, and looks to the tall thug, standing up. She kicks him too, chocking him out cold. She then wraps Luchkov's legs with a chain and pushes him down the hole he was threatening to drop her down. He hangs there, in pain, and she grabs her shoes and the phone.

“Where's Barton now?” Natasha asked Coulson.

“We don't know.” Coulson replied.

“But he's alive.”

“We think so. I'll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy.”

“Coulson, you know that Stark only trusts me about as far as he can throw me.” Natasha replied.

“No, I've got Stark. You get the big guy.” Coulson told Natasha.

Natasha pauses then hangs up the phone.”Bozhe moi.”

 Part 2

#loki x reader #loki x black!reader #thor x reader #steve x reader #avengers x reader #steve x black!reader

[religioused]

When the Spirit is in Charge

by Gary Simpson

Acts 10:44-48 (CEV)

While Peter was still speaking, the Holy Spirit took control of everyone who was listening. Some Jewish followers of the Lord had come with Peter, and they were surprised that the Holy Spirit had been given to Gentiles.

46 Now they were hearing Gentiles speaking unknown languages and praising God. Peter said, "These Gentiles have been given the Holy Spirit, just as we have! I am certain that no one would dare stop us from baptizing them." Peter ordered them to be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ, and they asked him to stay on for a few days.

Reflection:

“While Peter was still speaking, the Holy Spirit took control of everyone.” “The Holy Spirit took control.” Keep this line in mind. We will come back to the theme.

There is a lot going on today. This is Mother’s Day. We are combining Mother’s Day and Father’s Day into one day. We are celebrating family. This is also the second week of Asian History Month.

This is a day when we recognize and appreciate the many people who had parenting roles in our lives, including, but not limited to:

• Biological, foster, and adoptive parents.

• Parents of choice.

• Aunts, uncles, grandparents.

• Teachers.

• Neighbors, employers and supervisors.

As I prepare to light this candle, I encourage you to think of people who provided loving parenting and quasi-parenting roles in your life.

The second candle is for all members of our families.

The third candle is for the Asian people in our community and our lives.

We light these candles as a way of thanking God for the people who built into our lives, for families of origin and families of choice, and for Asians who pioneered Canada and who continue to pioneer Canada.

May is Asian History Month. During May, Canadians are encouraged to learn more about the achievements and contributions of Asian Canadians. A few groups we might not think of as Asian, include:

• Some Arabs, such Lebanese, and some Jewish people, and some Russians.

• Persians, Afghanis, Turks.

• Indians and Pakistanis.

There are so many Asian different countries of ancestry and so many different cultures, languages, and religions that we could spend years learning about our neighbors, friends, classmates, and colleagues.

Currently, I think we might be seeing more hate targeting Asian communities than we have seen at any other time since World War 2. The importance of learning about the history and contributions of Asians is very high. Some people are calling the Coronavirus the Chinese virus. Let’s compare hate crimes before and after the Coronavirus pandemic. A comparison of Vancouver hate crimes between January and September of 2019 and 2020 showed an 878% increase in hate crimes targeting Asians.(1) This is added to the ongoing problem of hate targeting many people of broadly Asian descent. About 18% of all Canadian hate crimes in 2017 targeted Jewish people. In 2017 17% of Canadian hate crimes targeted Muslims.(2) A total of 35% of all hate crimes were religious hate crimes. Because some Muslims and some Jewish people have Asian heritage, this means that some of the religious discrimination is targeting Asian people.

In contemporary society, it almost feels like there is no such thing as a freak accident – somebody always has to be at fault, so we seek to blame and to litigate. So some people are referring to the Coronavirus as the China virus. That might be a factor in the massive increase in hate directed toward Asians.

Because of the pandemic, we are afraid – afraid for our jobs and businesses, our freedom and convenience, our way of life. We are also afraid of getting sick. We may mask our fears with angry outbursts and hate. Some of the anger and fear targets Asian people. Fearing members of other groups, xenophobia, is nothing new. Some xenophobia was probably working behind the scenes in ancient Palestine.

Perhaps, Jewish people had reason to feel a little threatened by non-Jewish people. There is a history of conflict ranging over more than 4,400 years. An USA Today article indicates that Jerusalem was captured and recaptured at least 20 times. Conflict over Jerusalem seems to have started no later than 2,500 years before Christ and ended in 1967.(3) Over 575 years before Christ, Solomon's Temple was destroyed. Another Temple was built about 515 years before Christ.(4) Jewish protests against Antiochus IV resulted in a backlash against Jewish people. He marched on Jerusalem, ordered the killing of 80 thousand people and sold about the same number into slavery. He also desecrated the Temple.(5) By about 63 AD, the area of ancient Israel came under Roman rule.(6) Jewish people, once again, found themselves under the control of a foreign imperial power. Roman rule was not always ideal. Pontius Pilate was so brutal that in 37 CE, he was ordered to give an account to the emperor.(7) The roots of xenophobia were probably fed, watered, and nourished by oppression coming from Gentiles.

Earlier in Acts Chapter 10, Peter has a vision that shows Peter that God is a universalist God, an inclusive God for all people. Then we read part of Peter’s sermon and we see the Holy Spirit poured out upon the Gentile Believers. “I am truly convinced . . . that there is no favoritism with God, but that He is ready to receive any man in any nation who reverences Him and who does what is right.”(8) “The Holy Spirit took control.” As Peter is making the point that righteous people of all nations are accepted by God, the Spirit fills the Gentile followers of Jesus. This sermon could be the first sermon preached about Jesus.(9) There are a number of important elements in Peter’s sermon. I think two important parts of the sermon are the universal, worldwide nature of the Gospel, and the anointing of God being poured out upon Gentiles.

The dream helped Peter understand that the Kingdom of God is inclusive and universalist and that God breaks down the barriers of fear, prejudice, discrimination, and hate between groups of people. “The Holy Spirit took control.” The Spirit comes down on Jesus' Gentile followers. This manifestation of God was not expected by Jesus' Jewish followers and it was evidence that God accepted Gentile Believers completely. Seeing an unexpected move of God in the lives of others has the power transform our lives and to help us love people we used to fear or believe are either deficient or defective.

God’s love is impressive. From a Trinitarian perspective, God’s love is shown in the incarnation. “In Jesus, God entered the world and took on” human life. God loved and cared enough accept the “limitations of humanity.”(10) This is a love that let the world slander Christ, brand Christ a heretic, pursue Christ, and judge, crucify, and bury Christ.(11)

Vernon McGee’s Bible commentaries are interesting. He relates interesting illustrations. He tells a story about a small-town storekeeper. A family arrived and wanted to know what kind of a town it was. The wise storekeeper asked, “What kind of town did you come from?” The reply was that they came from an incredible town. People in their former town cared about each other. The storekeeper replied, “This is just the same kind of town.” The family decided that they just might make the town their new home. A little later, another visiting family arrived. They also wanted to know what kind of town it was. The storekeeper asked what their old town was like. The family indicated that the town was mean. The people did not care about anyone. The storekeeper replied, “This is just the same kind of town.” The second family decided to drive on.

A person who heard both stories asked what the storekeeper was doing, because he gave the two families very different responses. The storekeeper responded, “I've learned that any town will be the same kind of town that you left – because you will be the same kind of person.”(12)

When the Spirit of God is in control, we are a different people, a people filled with the Spirit of the risen Christ. Because we are different – Spirit filled, we notice that others are different too. When the Spirit is in control, love is present. The transforming love of the risen Christ is generally seen as a proof that we walk in the footsteps of Christ. John 13:35. “If you love each other, everyone will know that you are my disciples.”(13)

I am going to conclude with one more story. This is about how God changes people by the proof of the Spirit of God moving in people's lives who we do not think God moves in.

Grant is a United Methodist pastor. He has over 304 thousand followers on TikTok. He is a dynamic, loving figure on TikTok. He did not start as a progressive pastor. He was a conservative Evangelical. He admits that he was one of the kind of Christians who would leave comments on social media telling progressive Christians that they were going to hell. Something changed.

He relates that while he was still conservative, he was welcomed into the church and became friends with a person who helped change his life. This person, on his first Sunday at the church, came up to him, hugged him and said, “I am the resident lesbian,” and she welcomed him, telling Grant how glad she was that he was at their church. Grant was at the church to be the youth director. He got to know her, her former husband, and the children. The love they shared as a family caught his attention.  

He notes, “The first step to me changing my faith was seeing fruit in people that I previously thought were wrong.” He saw love in people he disagreed with and his theology started to change. He started to see complexity and nuance in the Bible. What I think was the key in his story of change is what he describes as “seeing the Spirit of God” in people he previously disagreed with and that made him realize that “God is love.”(14)

Notes

(1) Sherina Harris. "Reported Anti-Asian Hate Crimes up 878% in Vancouver: Police." 2020 October 30, 13 April 2021.<https://www.huffingtonpost.ca/entry/anti-asian-hate-crimes-2020_ca_5f9c3403c5b61b5109e705a6>.

(2) "Facts and Figures: Discrimination and Hate Crimes Statistics." Government of Canada. 16 October 2020, 13 April 2021. <https://www.canada.ca/en/canadian-heritage/campaigns/federal-anti-racism-secretariat/facts-figures.html>.

(3) Oren Dorell. “Jerusalem has History of Many Conquests, Surrenders.” USA Today. 05 December 2017, 02 May 2021.

<https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2017/12/05/jerusalem-history-israel-capital/923651001/>.

(4) David Horton, ed. The Portable Seminary. 2nd ed. (Minneapolis, Minnesota: Bethany House, 2018), 239.

(5) Horton (2018), 240.

(6) Horton (2018), 241.

(7) Horton (2018), 242.

(8) William Barclay New Testament, Acts 10:34-35.

(9) William Barclay. The New Daily Study Bible: The Acts of the Apostles. Kindle ed. (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2003), e-book.

(10) William Barclay. The New Daily Study Bible: The Letters of John and Jude. (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2002), e-book.

(11) William Barclay. The New Daily Study Bible: The Letters of John and Jude. (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2002), e-book.

(12) J. Vernon McGee. Thru the Bible with J. Vernon McGee. Kindle ed. (Pasadena, California: Thru the Bible Radio, 1998), e-book.

(13) Contemporary English Version.

(14) “Story Time: Deconstruction.” @pastor_g TikTok. 04 May 2021, 04 May 2021. <https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeqSR5KB/>

#christian #church #sermon #bible #progressive christian #love #reflection #LGBT #LGBTQ

[aquadrazi]

Find Someone to Carry You

Chapter 10

…….Koi Tower…….

The room looked like some kind of perverse shrine to the Yiling Patriarch.  It seemed that someone had collected everything that was in the Demon Subduing Cave and brought here.  Even the random scribblings that were clearly Wei Ying’s attempt to grow something other than radishes.

Lan Wangji was particularly curious as to why items that were thought to have been destroyed with Wei Ying were actually here, in a hidden room in Koi Tower.  Like, the Stygian Tiger Seal and Chenqing.  Two things that every account said had been on Wei Ying when he…exploded.  But here they were.

At least this explains the HOW of the demonic cultivation experimentation.

Lan Wangji sensed someone behind him and whirled around, hand ready on Bichen.  He saw a person, dressed all in black, with their face covered, bowing to him.

“Honorable Hanguang-Jun.  I am glad to have run into you.   I would advise that you take anything you want to look at later with you, because this room is about to burn to the ground.”

So I guess that’s what Nie Huaisang meant by “interesting”

Lan Wangji took the Stygian Tiger Seal, Chenqing, and the more important looking papers and shoved them into his Qiankun bag.  He was about to signal that he was finished when his eyes landed on a pile of dirty clothing.

What are Wei Ying’s clothes doing here?!

Had he somehow exploded, but left everything behind?

His hands trembled as he ran his fingers over the fabric.  He fought the tears welling up in his eyes.  He would NOT cry.  Not here, not now.  He gently picked up the torn and dirty red ribbon that used to live in Wei Ying’s hair.  He carefully folded it up and placed it in his Qiankun bag.

Surely he was allowed this one token of remembrance.  He stood for what felt like hours, his heart breaking all over again before he was interrupted from his sad memories by the other person who he had forgotten was in the room with him.

“Hanguang-Jun, I’m sorry to rush you, but I’ve received the signal.  I must begin.”

“Mn”  He acknowledged and stepped back towards the door.

The person, who presumably was one of Nie Huaisang’s spies, quickly went to work placing talismans on just about everything that looked flammable.

“Once I light these, please follow me.  I will make sure the no one sees you anywhere you shouldn’t be.”

Lan Wangji nodded in agreement, and watched all the talismans light the entire room into an impressive blazing fire.  He was sure nothing would survive, no matter how quickly someone came to put out the fire.

“Hanguang-Jun, please follow me.”

Lan Wangji gave one last look to what was left of Wei Ying.

Goodbye Wei Ying.

You were loved.

…….Koi Tower…….

Nie Huaisang felt like his entire life was just a preparation for this performance.  He felt terrible that it was necessary to hurt his friend so badly, but he needed the scream to be real.  He needed all of this to be as believable as possible.  He’ll apologize to Wei Ying later.  Probably with alcohol.

But now, it was show time.

He let out his best hysterical wails as he ran about the room, setting off more fire talismans and fanning fires.  He had to admit, the fabric hanging down from the ceiling, blazing with fire, made everything that much more dramatic.

It didn’t take long for some Jin guards to come to his rescue.  Thankfully because that room was going up like dry kindling and he was, in fact, not fire retardant.

“What HAPPENED?!”  Jin Guangyao squeaked running up to him.  He was clearly out of sorts.

Good.

“H-He”  Nie Huaisang did his best version of a panicked maiden about to pass out, and fanned himself excessively.  He made sure that he darted his wide eyes back and forth quickly, to help sell the panic.

“Try to calm yourself Huaisang and tell us what happened.”  Lan Xichen had followed Jin Guanyao because OF COURSE.

Nie Huaisang made a big show of taking big, deep breaths.

“He…he just…screamed and burst into fl-flames”  He stuttered out while huffing loudly.

Nie Huaisang would burn the image of Jin Guanyao’s face into his mind so he could paint it later and remember it forever.

“It was just so horrible.  One minute he was a person, the next his…his skin…was MELTING OFF!!”  Nie Huaisang let out another loud wail and started sobbing as he collapsed on the floor.

“I can’t- I can’t breathe.  I need air…”  He flailed about, struggling to get up.

Lan Xichen came to his rescue, since it seemed that Jin Guanyao was distracted by, other matters, probably involved the now DEAD Wei Ying.

I’m so going to laugh about this later with Wei Ying over alcohol.

Too bad he can’t see it himself.

So good.

Okay, focus.

“I need WANGJI!  Where IS he?!”  He wailed in the Lan Sect Leader’s arms.

“It’ll be okay, I will help you find my brother.”  Lan Xichen lead Nie Huaisang outside and towards the perimeter of the chaos that seemed to have enveloped the Lanling Jin Sect home.

His spies had done good work.  There were blazing fires everywhere.  People were running around in the chaos, trying to put them out, but no one seemed to really be in charge.  It was like someone had kicked over the ant hill and everyone was scurrying about, not really knowing what to do.

“Hanguang-JUUUUUUUN”  He pathetically wailed, like a child who had lost its mother.

That seemed to do the trick, because Lan Wangji seemed to materialize beside him.  He flung himself at his friend and clung onto his outer robed like a life raft.

“It was so horrible!  I can’t stop seeing it.  His SKIN WAS MELTING!”

Must not laugh

Stay in character

Almost there

Do not laugh

“I can’t ever eat MEAT again!  The SMELLLLLL”

“Perhaps it would be best to take him someplace quieter.”  Lan Xichen looked at his brother with concern.

“Mn” Lan Wangji responded and managed to draw out Bichen despite having Nie Huaisang stuck to him like a sea barnacle.

“I CAN’T be a vegetarian.  I’ll DIEEEE”

Lan Wangji managed to get them mounted on Bichen and into the air.

Once they were safely away from the chaos of Koi Tower Nie Huaisang finally dropped the act.

“You certainly created quite the…incident”  Lan Wangji said with more than a hint of judgement.

“You caught the tail end of one of the best performances of my life I’ll have you know.” Nie Huaisang responded with mock hurt.  “Besides, nobody got anything that they didn’t deserve in my little…incident tonight.”

Lan Wangji seemed content to spend the rest of the journey in silence, so Nie Huaisang let him.  This was just the eye of the storm anyway.  There would be much more drama in the near future.  He expected much more yelling coming his way.

……..Qinghe…….

As Lan Wangji was landing inside the walls of the Qinghe Nie compound, one of the Nie Sect Disciples was running to meet them.

“Sect Leader Nie.  Your most recent…acquisition has arrived and has been taken to the holding room.  We took the liberty of beginning the…damage inspection”  The disciple was clearly worried about if he was allowed to speak in front of Lan Wangji.

“Perfect!  Well done.  Are the other acquisitions secure?”  Nie Huaisang seemed to not be bothered at all about talking in front of Lan Wangji, however he was still obviously using a code.

“Yes Sect Leader.”

“Good.  Please alert the doctor.  Her services will be needed.”  Nie Huaisang waived his disciple away with his fan.

“Hanguang-Jun, please indulge me just a little bit longer.  I do think that you will find this of great interest.”

If it ends up being some lewd piece of art I’m never speaking to Huaisang again.

A short time later, Lan Wangji found himself just inside the doorway of a room that was NOT some sort of display room.  It was, in fact, living quarters.  They had gone through an impressive amount of security to get to the room, which he found curious.  He heard the sound of water sloshing in a bath and he REALLY wanted to know what was going on.

“Sect Leader Nie.  We have finished our initial inspection.  He will require the services of the doctor.”

“I figured as much. She has already been summoned.”

Lan Wangji saw a battered and scarred body being basically dragged to the bed, hanging limp between two servants.  When they turned him to lay him down Lan Wangji quickly averted his eyes realizing the man was naked, but not before he caught a glimpse of familiar piercings.

What was Huaisang doing with the Koi Tower Sex Slave?

Why did Huaisang think HE’D be interested in the Koi Tower Sex Slave?!

This is too much.

Never had he been so humiliated.

Okay, that isn’t true.

How DARE Huaisang think he could tease him like Wei Ying?!

No one would ever be Wei Ying.

How DARE he?!

Lan Wangji’s blood started to boil at the thought that he would have any interest in whatever it was that the man was here for.  Having lost the last of his patience with his former friend he spun to exit the room and go back to Cloud Recesses as fast as Bichen would carry him when he found himself face to face with a ghost.

“Lady Wen?”

#the untamed #mdzs fic #whump #BAMF Nie Huaisang

[beyond-the-mirror]

Red Riding Hood and the Red Devil - Dante x Reader (200 Followers Special)

Just recently I was navigating tumblr when I realized that my current follower account was already above 200 and I was like “… whaaat?”

I want to take this chance to thank you all for your support and the positive reception of my beloved works Nocturnal Encounters and Music of the Night. Your feedback DOES MEAN A LOT to me and I want to encourage you to leave as many comments as you want so I know how to keep improving myself and my writing skills. And also thank you for reading my random, spontaneous headcanons that I know you didn’t ask for but I still provided just ‘cause.

Anyways, I dedicate this story to all of you. It will be divided in three parts and let me warn you now that part two and three will be quite spicy. 👀

WIthout further ado, let’s head into this story! 

Part Two - Part Three

……….

Part One

When your neighbors entered your bistro that morning, you definitely weren’t expecting the news they were about to deliver you.

Your grandmother was shopping at the market, going on her daily routine as always, when she suddenly collapsed in the middle of the crowd. Luckily the doctors managed to give a proper diagnosis, nothing than couldn’t be cured  normally with the proper treatment and a lot of rest. The problem laid on the advanced age of your dear grandma, her weak complexion being a potential catalyst for the illness to worsen shall she not receive extensive care and attention.

She was the only family you had left, your parents died during your teenage years and she had no other children beside your mother. Hiring a personal nurse was out of question, with the medicines already taking much of your modest income. With no other option available, if someone had to step up to this task, it had to be you.

As soon as the apple pie you had baked cooled down a bit, you packed it in your basket along several other home-cooked meals and the elixir bottles the doctors prescribed. With everything properly packed, the only thing left was waiting for the carriage to arrive.

A knock on the door signaled the coachman’s arrival. Before heading out, you quickly put on your favorite cape to protect you from the chilly air outside. You had acquired it years ago as a present from your grandma, a handmade cape colored in the most vibrant and dazzling crimson you had ever seen, only the richest roses gardened with the utmost care could compare to the beautiful garment in any way. You would always wear it during fall and winter, always making sure it never got damaged or torn. Because of it, everyone you knew in the little city you lived lovingly nicknamed you ‘Red Riding Hood’.

Thanking sincerely the short staff that worked by your side, you hugged each one of them before departing, may heaven bless them for their unconditional support during this hard time of yours. As soon as they heard the news, they immediately stepped up without question, offering their total help to keep the bistro running in your place so you could focus completely in your grandmother’s treatment. They were amazing and trustworthy people, your business was indeed in rather good hands.

With one last goodbye, you climbed onto the carriage. The plan was very simple: you would stay at your grandma’s as much as she required, only returning to the city for supplies and her prescribed elixir when needed. She lived not too far away by foot, her house being at the outskirts of the neighboring village, but considering you were carrying a basket full of food and a suitcase, going by carriage was definitely the better choice.

“Everything will be fine.” You assured yourself, grasping the front of your cape as if holding on to that sense of security.

……….

“I’m sorry Miss but we can’t keep going. The road is blocked.”

“Blocked? What happened?”

You were wondering why the carriage stopped so suddenly. As you got out, the answer laid clearly right in front of you.

A rockslide was blocking the ample road ahead and stopping all travelers from going any further. It was such an odd sight, there had been no storms or earthquakes recently for the steep to be weakened to such length. Everyone present was utterly baffled, just what exactly happened here?

“I’m afraid it will take a few weeks to fix the road.” Added the coachman, his tone full of sorrow since this incident was definitely going to affect his job. “There’s nothing we can do to keep going. We must go back.”

No. You were not going back. Your grandma needed you and there’s no way you were going back. “What about the forest? If this passage surrounds it, then by walking straight from here we should eventually make it to the road again, am I correct?”

A worried expression took over the coachman. “You are indeed correct Miss, but please don’t go there. The forest is too dangerous, many people have gone missing and the locals always warn not to enter under any circumstance.”

“You are very kind sir, but my family needs me. You don’t need to come with me.” You handed him the accorded payment for his service. “Thank you for your service, you may go back to your family now.”

The old man gulped “In that case Miss, there’s something you must know if you insist on continuing.” Reaching into his leather bag, he fished out a small compass as well as a map, which he proceeded to unroll. “According to this map, the portion of the forest you need to cross is actually quite short, which means you should be able to get out in no time as long as you walk in a straight line. Please, I beg you to take this compass with you, it has a small charm embedded on the back for protection.”

The look the man was giving made it impossible for you to refuse, not to mention that the compass would definitely come in handy. After he unloaded your stuff and climbed unto his seat, you thanked the kind man once again. “Please take care Miss. I will pray for your safe return.” With those words, he bid you farewell and returned home.

……….

Red Grave Woods was quite an enigmatic and feared forest to everyone who knew about it. It may appear silent and peaceful to those who didn’t know any better, and that misjudgment almost always lead to rather tragic consequences.

You walked in a hurry across the woods, hood over your head and never once looking back. One of your hands tightly clutched the front of your cape, once in a while letting go to briefly check the compass encapsulated within its grasp. You did your best to keep a cool mind, just like the coachman mentioned ‘the portion you need to cross is actually quite short’.

‘Just a little more. Just a little more.’ You repeated mentally over and over. It would be over soon. Sooner than you thought. However, you couldn’t help but feel as if something could happen to you at any time, you knew just how vulnerable you were by going all alone into the woods.

And the pair of glowing red eyes watching over you knew it too.

In just an instant, the temperature drastically dropped, making you stop dead in your tracks. Your heart pounded in your chest so loudly that you thought it was going to explode.

Clutching your cape and the minute compass, you whispered a short prayer to try and calm yourself down. You reminded yourself ‘Don’t turn back. Whatever you do, don’t turn back.’

“You know it’s quite rude to turn your back on someone, don’t you?”

A deep distorted masculine voice had just called you from right behind, leaving a deadly silence taking over the ominous woods. Not even the wind dared howl any longer.

You stood frozen in place, refusing to look back or even acknowledge the mysterious presence behind.

“Not to mention it is straight up an offense to trespass into another’s home without an invitation. Aren’t you quite the naughty girl?”

‘Don’t look back, (Y/N). Under any circumstance, do not look back.’

“Come on little red lady. Let me see your pretty face.” His warm breath tickled the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine. Well, whoever this creature was, you might as well face him. Whatever fate you were about to meet, at least you would do it upfront.

Very slowly did you turn. “Ahhh there she is!”

You kept your eyes closed as you faced him, until you finished gathering enough courage to finally flutter them open. Before you stood a tall anthropomorphic creature, a man covered head to toe in a dark scaly armor with a burst of red energy on the center of his chest, magma rivers traveling along the cracks between the many scales and ridges of his body. He had a set of thick red wings curled down and bellow his arms, resembling a coat of sorts. Four red horns protruded from his head backwards, accompanied by a set of short white spikes on top of his head and another bellow his chin. His blood red eyes were fixated on you, and his lips formed a smirk that revealed two rows of sharp fangs.

This demon towered over you, he could easily toy with you and crush you like an ant whenever and however he wanted, yet he simply stood there staring at your form.

“What do you want?” you inquired the beast, trying your best not to show any weakness or hint of fear.

The demon chuckled at your false bravado. “I should be the one making that question. Didn’t your parents teach you not to play in the scary woods? A big bad wolf could attack and gobble you up in one single bite, or should I say a big bad devil?”

Was he being playful? By his mocking tone you concluded that he was merely toying with you like a cat would a mouse, and oh how that infuriated you so.

“I’m afraid I do not have time to humor a stranger. I have an urgent matter to attend to, so whatever it is that you want with me you will tell me right now.”

“Oooh a feisty one.” Truth be told, he was impressed with your attitude. No wonder you had caught his eye, you were definitely entertaining him. “But sadly that won’t do you much help, oh no.”

The demon circled you, scrutinizing you with his glaring eyes. “And what is that supposed to mean?” You followed him with yours, not trusting him enough with your back towards him.

The creature hummed “This forest consumes, my little red lady. Many, many horrors have made this place their home; shadows who love preying on the innocent, especially on little innocent girls playing in the woods. Oh, how they love those in particular.”

“And let me guess. You are one of those horrors.”

His chest rumbled with laughter “Actually, this is your lucky day little one. For it turns out, I may just be the kindest demon you will ever encounter in this cruel world.” The devil gave a dramatic bow to you, his ruby eyes staring at you before giving you a charming wink.

You huffed at the devil’s strange demeanor. There was nothing trustworthy about him, but it’s not like you could run away easily. The best course of action would be indulging him in this game of his, only then perhaps you’ll find a small chance to survive.

The red devil took notice on the way you kept your basket close to you, and he wondered the reason why. A short breeze blew, and the red devil was no longer in front of you.

“Now I’m curious to know what do you keep in this thing of yours. Whatever it is, it smells delicious!” His voice was now behind you, and in his hands he held… your basket! But how? When did he-?

The demon sniffed as he held your basket to his face. He could make out the rich aroma of fruits, herbs and spices; his mouth watering at the positively delicious food inside.

“Hey! Give that back right now!” You immediately tried snatching it back, only for him to lift it beyond your arms reach thanks to his incredible height. He simply ignored your struggling form and opened the lid, and sure there were several kinds of prepared meals that looked utterly delightful. Herb-crusted pork loin, sweet apple pie, homemade pizza (his favorite human food, and with no olives! ) and… suspicious-looking purple bottles? He picked one of those with a clawed hand to examine it up close.

“Huh. What do you keep in this weird bottles eh? They smell kinda funny.”

Before he could possibly break them, you managed to snag the one he was holding. “Those are elixirs! Now unhand that basket this exact moment!”

“An elixir… What do you need this medicine for?”

He watched the way you frowned, eyes now with a hint of worry. “My grandmother… she’s terribly ill. She’s the only family I have left. I need to take care of her, otherwise she…” No. Now was not the time for tears. Show no weakness in the presence of a demon.

To your surprise, the red devil actually returned your basket, with him now knowing the reason why you were walking so hurriedly before.

“Why are you holding your tears, little one?”

By the time you realized, the mysterious creature was now kneeling before you, one of his claws gently catching a stray tear that managed to escape your eye. Despite being an entity of fire, brimstone and flames, the warmth he emitted wasn’t scorching, on the contrary, it was inviting and comforting.

“Because sitting and crying won’t make a difference, it won’t save my grandma. I must stay strong and keep moving forward.” It was hard, but you managed to keep your composure.

The red devil hummed, his chest rumbling and purring. “Let me offer you a deal then.” He got back on his feet before continuing. “I shall be your guide and guardian in this forest so you can make it to your grandma’s house unscathed and with no unsolicited attacks from the local demons. How’s that?”

You quirked an eyebrow towards him. He was willing to what now? “What? You’re giving me your protection just like that? Surely there’s something you want in return considering how cunning and deceiving your kind is.” He may seem nice, but there was no way he would offer something without expecting an exchange for another, it’s how demons were and always will be.

“And you are absolutely correct about that, little red lady, very insightful indeed. Now now, what could I possibly ask from you? Mmm…” with a finger on his lips, the creature made a show of pondering his request. A snap of his fingers signaled that he had made up his mind. “Got it! Actually it’s something really simple, but very fun.”

He came closer to you, hooking a clawed finger under your chin and tilting your head upwards so you could meet his gaze. “How about…” he leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. “… a kiss?”

You immediately pulled away, a crimson blush bright on your cheeks and nose tip. How dare he make advances on you? And during the dire situation you were going through?

The demon simply laughed at your reaction, amused by the indignant scowl you were giving him. “C’mon little one, it’s only a tiny peck I’ll be giving you. It could be on your cheek, if you are feeling unsure about it.” Another wink from him. Was this creature for real?

“Ugh! You sly devil.” Such insolence! It seemed that this little game of his would not stop… yet you remembered what you told yourself before, the best course of action is to indulge this demon for better chances at survival. “… Fine. Just go ahead.”

His smirk evolved into a full wolfish grin and once again, he towered over you while you did your best to avoid his eyes. First he leaned down, taking his time to smell your scent. It was sweet, intoxicatingly so, with floral hints then and there. After a few seconds of silence, you felt his lips press against the flushed skin of your cheek. They were surprisingly soft and plump, staying there for what felt like an eternity. When he pulled away, you almost missed his warmth and proximity.

“There. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Your blush deepened. No, it definitely wasn’t so bad after all.

“So. If we are about to continue together, I think it’s only fair you give me your name. I want to know who is my traveling companion this nice morning.”

This time it was you who smirked. “Only if you tell me yours first. Since I’m obviously at a disadvantage, if I give you my name now, it would only grant you even more power over me. You go first.”

“Not bad, little red lady. Not bad at all.” Oh you were incredibly smart, the oldest tricks in the demon book would definitely not work with you. He had just met you and he already liked you, his intuition was right when he witnessed you entering the forest with determination in your steps.

“You may call me Dante.” He took one of your hands, lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss at your knuckles. “How should I call you, little red riding hood?”

You smiled at him, this time it was a sincere genuine smile “You may call me (Y/N).”

#devil may cry #Dante Sparda #dmc dante #dante x reader #dante x you #little red riding hood #self-insert #fanfiction #fanfic

[sondepoch]

Day 2

10 Days (Jumin Han x Reader)

You didn't expect to find yourself locked in an engagement to Chairman Han, but with your own mother forcing you into it, you have no way of denying her. But as time continues and things change, you begin to develop affections for your fiance's son: Jumin Han. But the sad truth is that there's nothing either of you can do to stop the marriage, and you only have these 10 days before your future becomes reality. 10 days with Jumin Han.

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | ✔

MASTERLIST

By the time dinner is concluded and you're finally at Jumin's penthouse, it's well past midnight. 

Still a child used to her normal daily routine, it takes all your effort to keep your eyes open, with your body relaxed from the wine and your mind tired from trying not to further aggravate Jumin.

"I'll show you the guest room in a moment," Jumin says stiffly. "Just wait on the couch for a moment while I make sure that it's been properly set up."

With that, he leaves.

You waste no time in flopping onto his couch, not caring about your dress wrinkling. I'll just lie down for a moment until Jumin comes back, you tell yourself, kicking your heels onto the floor and resting your head on the armrest.

For the next thirty seconds, you really do attempt everything in your power to stay awake. You try to think about the engagement, your mother, even Jumin himself, but for some reason, you can't bring yourself to care about anything when the pull of Hypnos grows stronger.

Vaguely, you recognize the sound of someone saying your name. Is that Chairman Han? You wonder, before realizing that this man's voice has a slightly different cadence to it: softer, deeper, and gentler.

But even that thought takes too much energy and you fall asleep to the feeling of a soft blanket being wrapped around you, utterly unaware of the sighing man watching you.

Sleep is surprisingly blissful on that couch.

When you wake up, half of you is still in the dreamworld, and the morning drowsiness hits you harder than usual.

It takes you a minute to remember where you are, why you fell asleep on a couch, and whose apartment you're in. Right, you think with a grimace. I'm with Jumin.

It barely takes a single glance around the apartment for you to now realize what your mind had been too exhausted to register yesterday: this entire penthouse is suspiciously familiar. You pull yourself off the couch, wondering why, and it's only when you see the full-glass wall to the left of you that you remember.

After all, how could you ever forget such a view?

You stand up from the couch, wrapping your blanket further around your body as you walk over to the windowed wall. From such a high distance, the people walking around in Seoul are nothing more than colored spots, the cars they're driving just ants carrying them here and there. 

You saw this very same view nearly a decade ago, when you'd visited the home of a classmate for a group project. Jumin must have purchased this within the past few years.

A soft smile blooms on your lips at the memory of your past.

Back then you'd been so innocent and carefree, never realizing that one day your mother would marry you off to a man older than even your adoptive father.

But this is the life I've been given, so there's no point in brooding about it, eh? You tell yourself, resolving to be strong.

You force yourself away from the window. There's no point in reminiscing over the past. The fact that you're even in Jumin Han's penthouse is a testimony to your need to prepare yourself for the future.

You make your way to the guest bathroom, sliding the door open. Relief floods you when you find that Jumin has left you everything you could possibly need: a fresh change of clothes, toiletries, and what looks like a professional-grade makeup kit.

You look at the various foundations suspiciously before deciding not to use any of them, uncomfortable with using a brand of makeup your skin isn't used to. Besides, you think while gazing at your skin in the mirror. It's not like I need to impress Jumin.

You shower and change into the clothes you'd been left, pleasantly finding that they were just loose enough to make you look comfortable but still cute. Alright, you think, smiling at your reflection. Let's get some breakfast.

But by the time you've maneuvered your way to the kitchen, you're shocked to find that Jumin is already there.

"What's this?" You muse out loud, grabbing his attention. "Jumin Han making breakfast? Never did I think I'd see the day."

The man in front of you averts his eyes, going back to frying the omelet in his pan. "The chef called in sick. His usual replacement is apparently on vacation."

You let out a light chuckle before taking the cooking spatula from Jumin's hand. "You have to use oil if you want the egg to cook properly."

He doesn't respond while you turn the electric stove off, and you can't suppress your laughter at the executive director's inability to do something simple as cooking eggs. "You really haven't changed, have you?"

"I haven't, but you certainly have." Jumin looks away, not meeting your eyes, killing your mirth in an instant.

"Jumin...I'm marrying your father because I love him. There's no ulterior motive, nothing else to it." You try to get Jumin to look you in the eyes, but his gaze is locked on the ruined eggs.

"My father might love you, but you don't love him," Jumin mutters, glaring. "I haven't figured out what your angle is, but I won't be fooled. Go, your phone is ringing."

You turn around and, sure enough, your phone's screen is lit up with the bright contact picture of Chairman Han. You pick up the phone and turn your body away from Jumin so that he can't see the grimace on your face as you speak to your fiancé.

"Hi dear," You say with fake excitement. "How are you?"

"Horrible, (Y/N)," Chairman Han says from the other line. "The Director of International Communications was right...this whole situation is too high-level for me to discuss over the phone. But C&R will be in huge trouble if I don't stay here and sort this out. I'm sorry, my love, but you'll need to stay with Jumin for a few more nights."

"I see," You say, tone flat. You don't know whether you should be excited at the prospect of a few more days without Chairman Han's presence or terrified of how Jumin will behave with you.

As if he were hearing your internal thoughts, though, Chairman Han asks, "Is my son treating you well?"

You swallow nervously, well-aware that you can only say one thing. "Of course. Jumin's been very good to me."

Chairman Han sighs. "Good. I'm sorry, sweetling, but I have to go now. I'll call you tomorrow, alright? Until then, goodbye."

The man pauses, before adding: "I love you, (Y/N)."

You swallow. There's only one thing for you to say. "I love you, too."

From behind you, Jumin scoffs.

When you've hung up, you turn to him once more. "Looks like I'll be staying with you a couple more nights."

But if Jumin heard you, he makes no indication of such. "I'm going to work."

"It's Sunday."

"I'd rather be at an empty C&R building than with a liar like you. Deceive my father you might, but I won't fall for your tricks."

"Jumin..." You trail off, trying not to be insulted by his words.

But before you can say anything more, he's grabbed an umbrella and is out the door, leaving only you in his lonely, lonely apartment.

Or at least, that's what you thought half an hour ago, before you met his adorable cat.

She now lies curled in your lap, licking her paw daintily while you try not to squeal from how precious she is. Your fiancé had ranted half a hundred times to you about how his son obsessed over his cat: Elizabeth the Third. (Or is it the Fourth? You can't remember.) When you first heard about it, you'd scoffed and dismissed the notion of any animal being so mesmerizing, but now that Elizabeth is actually in your lap, it's hard not to fall in love with her.

Stroking her head delicately, you can't help but sigh. "Why won't Jumin accept me as easily as you, Elizabeth?"

A part of you almost waits for the cat to respond, before you realize what you're doing. Sighing, you turn to your phone and check your texts. No messages from Mother, nothing from Chairman Han, and...who else would text you? Jumin doesn't even have your number.

You groan, hating how he stormed out. But curse as you might, you know that there's nothing you can do about his prejudice against you.

Objectively speaking, he's in the wrong. You gain nothing from this marriage with Chairman Han. BC-Sonic is on a steady rise, and will soon be as large as C&R; your family is wealthy enough that a divorce settlement would be useless; and Chairman Han can't give you anything you don't already have.

But then, when one considers the more delicate nuances behind the marriage, it feels like Jumin has the truth of it.

You don't love Chairman Han, though you've managed to get the older man to fall in love with you.

But maybe that's okay.

Because Chairman Han will be happy with you by his side. You're a good actor, you'll live the rest of your life pretending to reciprocate his affections...and you'll give him true happiness. You've spent your whole life trying to be the perfect daughter, and now all your efforts will turn to being the perfect wife.

So Jumin has no reason for complaint.

If anything, his father benefits most from this marriage, by wedding a youthful and beautiful woman who's long captured the heart of the media.

I should be the one protesting this, You tell yourself, before remembering why you hadn't. It's not like I have a choice, you remember, thinking of your mother. In a roundabout way, this marriage would also bring you happiness. It'll free me of Mother.

You massage your thigh, images of growing up flashing through your mind, before you shake your head.

It's not good to dwell on the past. As soon as your marriage with Chairman Han is complete, you'll leave those memories in the past.

Forever.

You stare at your phone once more, hesitating before typing in C&R's name into the search engine. Part of you hoped that there would be some word of the 'huge trouble' Chairman Han had said his company was in, but somehow the media has yet to catch wind of the situation.

That's a good thing, though. If C&R's stock drops, then Chairman Han will want to advance the wedding date to connect our companies as quickly as possible.

You tap the search bar again, and this time enter: Jumin Han. Your idea was strange, and a little unrealistic, but it might give you some information as to where Jumin went. Surely he didn't actually go to C&R.

The page loads and sure enough, a low-credited media outlet has already released an article about Jumin Han: Shopping Adventure?!?! as of thirty minutes ago. At the top of the page, there's a picture of him holding a bag from some store you vaguely recognize, and he's in the same suit and umbrella as when he left the house. Never doubt the media, you tell yourself, mildly amused at how they managed to make a full article about something as mundane as a rich man shopping.

On the bright side, though, you at least know that Jumin is safe and accounted for. You make a mental reminder to ask for his phone number when he returns. Next time, you doubt there'll be an article online detailing his whereabouts.

But as minutes stretch into hours, and morning turns into evening, you realize, with fear, that Jumin might not be coming back. After cleaning the dish you had used to give Elizabeth dinner, you glance at the door hesitantly, as if staring longer will make Jumin walk through the door.

Sadly, it doesn't work.

You glance at your phone once more, now worried. You could call Chairman Han and ask him for his son's phone number...but no, you don't want any reason to talk with him now. You've already been sentenced to spend the rest of your life with the man, you'll enjoy this brief freedom from him as much as you can.

So who should you call...?

You have few acquaintances in this strange city of Seoul, never having been here for any purpose except business. There was always that one man...but you don't even know where he lives, much less if he's still at his old number.

Still, it's worth a shot.

You dial in the number you'd saved to your contacts so many years ago, wondering this was a lost cause. To your surprise, the man on the other line picks up instantly. "(F/N) (L/N)?" The man asks. "I've been waiting for you to call for the past four years! Are you here to chat, or are you finally going to cash in on one of those favors?"

"We can chat another time, Seven." You say, only knowing him by the hacker name he'd used when he first breached BC-Sonic's security system. "But right now, I have someone I need you to track down."

"Hm, I can do that. But I'll need you to narrow my search range down to at least the continent if you want an answer within the next twelve hours."

"How about if I tell you what city the person I'm looking for is in?"

On the other line, Seven laughs. "Sounds like you already know where they are, then. But yes, if you give me the city I can probably send you their exact address within the next ten minutes or so."

"That works."

"Good. Now, what's the name of the unfortunate soul that (F/N) (L/N) is hunting down?"

You sigh, frustrated that you're wasting a favor from one of the best hackers in the world to track down Jumin, but it can't be avoided.

"Jumin Han."

On the other line, the constant sound of typing from Seven's keyboard stops, and you can feel him shift all his attention to you. "(Y/N)..." He trails off, before continuing. "I'm sorry. He is one of the few people I cannot disclose private information on."

"Cannot or will not?" You ask, scowling. "Seven, you owe my company big-time for what you pulled when you breached our users' privacy. We've already suffered the backlash from the leak, but I did you a favor by not revealing your name to the public and you still attacked us two more times! You and I both know that all it takes is a public statement from me for your entire world to come crashing down, so save us both the trouble and find me Jumin Han!"

You bite your lip, hating that you had to resort to threatening the hacker, but it's nearing midnight and you need to know that Jumin is safe. It doesn't matter where he is, be it in a bar or a friend's home or even a strip club—you just need to know that he's safe.

On the other line, Seven sighs. "(Y/N), you and I both know that you're too good of a person to leak my information like that. We both know what would happen, and I doubt you want my blood on your hands. Besides, it would only bring back bad memories for BC-Sonic and the media would be reminded of the breach. Your company's stock would drop."

"And I'd bring it back up again," You respond, but you both know that your threat was meanignless as it was pathetic. "Alright, fine. Maybe I won't tell the media anything, but at least check that Jumin Han is safe, wherever he is. If you won't reveal his location to me, you must have some kind of allegiance to him, and he might be in danger right now."

"Why? Did he receive any threats?" Seven asks, voice serious.

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment when you realize that your concern for Jumin is baseless, only supported by the fact that it's late and he has yet to come home...but the worry in your stomach is too strong for you to ignore. "I just..He left without saying anything. I thought I saw an article that said he was going shopping, but if that were the case he should have returned hours ago. I'm just worried because...because..."

Seven finishes your sentence for you.

"...Because he's going to be family?"

You swallow.

The one condition your parents had desired for your marriage with Chairman Han was that the media would receive no word of the engagement until the entire process was complete. It was to be completely secret until everything was finalized. But if Seven knows...

"D-Did the media find out?" You ask, terrified for the truth. You fear for yourself, remembering your mother's dark warning against any failure.

"Not quite..." Seven trails off. "Jumin sort of...told me."

You swallow.

What?!

And that is the precise moment that Jumin walks in through the door, leading the way for eight hired helpers who each carry two armfuls of shopping bags.

"I'll call you back," You tell Seven, before angrily turning to Jumin. "Where were you?!"

"Out," Is all he says, loosening his tie and pulling a wine glass from the cabinet while the rest of the helpers leave the room, leaving only you and the man of the hour himself.

"A call to the penthouse would have been appreciated," You mumble. "I was worried sick. And so was Elizabeth."

As soon as you mention the cat's name, she comes running into the room, purring as she nuzzles against your leg. Jumin looks down at her in surprise, before picking her up and placing her onto the table where he strokes her fur.

"I shouldn't need to inform you where I am. Remember, in this house, you're an intruder. You are welcome here because my father directly requested this of me, but you will never be welcome in this family."

Jumin looks like he was planning on saying more, but his phone begins buzzing from his pocket and he excuses himself to take the call. While he answers, you pour yourself a cup of wine and look at Elizabeth. She's already accepted you into the family, why does Jumin have to be so difficult?

"You called Luciel?" Jumin fumes at you when he returns. "You were going to have a hacker trace my whereabouts?"

You blink, not recognizing the name Luciel until you piece together that it must be Seven's real name. A strange name, you think, And probably another fake one, but it's information nonetheless.

"You had me worried, Jumin" You respond, voice low. You take another sip of wine, suddenly wishing that it were something stronger to give you the liquid courage you need to berate Jumin for his rudeness. "I was scared." That second part comes out in a whisper.

In front of you, the male seems taken aback by your sudden dejectedness. "I see," He says, though you can tell he wants to add more.

"We should exchange numbers, no?" You suggest, offering your phone to him so that he can enter his contact information. He doesn't repeat the gesture for you, but you don't think it matters, so long as you have his number.

A long silence follows, briefly interrupted only by Elizabeth's occasional purrs as Jumin rubs her head on the spot between her ears while you stroke her body. It's strange, but it's as if she's connecting the two of you, and healing all the seemingly unforgivable insults Jumin has labeled you with over the past two days.

"I'm tired," You tell him.

It's true, but you're not sure that he understands the full meaning behind the words.

There had been a day when you were excited about marrying Chairman Han, eager that the final piece in the puzzle of your life was going to be set in place. But then, you'd learned of his womanizing habits, his callous behavior, and his utterly banal taste.

You're tired.

You're tired of this engagement, but given that you have no choice in the matter and the fact that this engagement is your future, the truth is that you're tired of life. Tired of the life you've yet to even begin leading.

Still, it seems that Jumin picked up on some semblance of your meaning, and he sets down his wine glass. "I'd like to apologize, (Y/N)." He pauses, as if he were considering leaving it just at that, but finally continues. "I may have treated you...less fairly than you deserve."

An amused smile flits across your face. It wasn't an outright apology, still heavy with the implication that Jumin doesn't trust you, but it's progress.

"And how fairly do you think I deserve to be treated?" You ask, unable to hold the question back.

"I..." Jumin trails off. "I spoke with my father on the phone today. He...told me that your happiness was his happiness. I'm not foolish enough to believe that you love him, (Y/N), but if I mistreat you it will bring him pain. That's the only thing I wish to avoid."

You offer Jumin a light smile. "Jumin, if there's one thing I can promise you, it's that he will be happy with me. No matter what, he will feel loved."

"He will feel loved by you, but will he be loved by you?"

Your smile turns sour, and you think about the sad truth of life. "Is there truly a difference? He's happy regardless."

Jumin pauses, considering your words. Another moment of silence follows, and you almost stand up to go to bed, but the man finally speaks. "The difference is your happiness, (Y/N). Even if you're skilled enough to deceive my father into a false sense of happiness, what kind of life would you be leading?"

You swallow, trying your hardest to pretend as if you hadn't asked yourself the very same question this morning. Without any way to answer, you decide to use business tactics to respond. If you can't respond in a way that benefits the company, don't answer the question at all, your mother had once told you.

The same logic applies.

"We are in agreement that your father will be happy in this marriage. That is all that matters." To convey that this discussion is over, you stand up and announce that you'll be going to bed. It's not quite as late as it was when you'd arrived in Jumin's penthouse yesterday, but it's still well-past when you'd have liked to be asleep.

You don't look back when you leave the room, not even when you hear Elizabeth meow and attempt to follow you, for fear that Jumin will see your face and your tears.

For fear that Jumin will realize that thinking about the life you'll be leading brings you more pain than you've ever felt before.

For fear that Jumin will realize that you don't want this marriage any more than he does.

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Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 |  ✔

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Notes: Aghhh I'm so sleepy but I still have to work out >.> i kind of want to take a nap just to recharge but I know that if I do that I won't be able to get up UGH T^T plus i had ice cream today so if I skip ill feel guilty aghhhhhh woe is me

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[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

31.

Placing Fenty in her crib in our bedroom, it’s easier for us that she is in the bedroom rather then travelling around to her room. I am honestly at a stage where I think this is all so unreal for us, I can’t believe that I am a mother to a beautiful girl, I am a mother. Something I gave up on a while ago, I thought it wouldn’t have ever happened for me and it did, I am married on top of that to the love of my life and I wouldn’t change that for the world. I am finally thinking of me and I love it, I am entering a new year being a mother and wife, it’s so surreal when just last year I was crying to Mel that I am lonely and I have nobody, it was the perfect mistake to us. Fenty is very on time with her feeding, like her night feed is on time, she will wake up and then play up a little and then just want to feed to then go to sleep, the girl can sleep. If anything she is not like Chris, she sleeps well, and I am thankful she does sleep and doesn’t cry all of the time. Dennis and my mother have parted ways for the New Year, they have gone home, so that leaves just Chris and I with our daughter, it’s been a weird feeling to feel. It’s quiet and I don’t think Chris is dealing well with it, things are settled. But I give him his space, since Dennis went two days ago, he spent the first day on my hip, I mean like he was following me and I tried to do things with him, but I fall asleep, I am tired. My body is still healing, the day after I couldn’t find him and he was alone for the most of it but he’s not sleeping either now, which that has started again. When Fenty was crying and I didn’t feel the bed move I knew he wasn’t in the bed. Chris doesn’t like silence; he doesn’t like to be in silence and then also he has so much going on in his mind. I have never asked him if he takes his medication, I totally don’t do that with him. I have so much on my mind, I know things are quiet, but it will get better for him, like the home will start to get busy when the team is back.

It’s so hard, it’s so fucking hard to know where Chris is in this house and it’s bugging me. I have to wait it out until he comes to me, I am going to have to put some sort of tag on him to locate him because I can’t find him. I stifled out a yawn, I am trying to watch Real housewives, but I am failing at this, I have my daughter swaddled up next to me as I laid out on the couch, I am falling asleep again. I jerked at the sound of my phone blaring out ringing “Jesus” grabbing my phone from the side, Tina is calling me on New Year’s Eve too, surprised she isn’t drunk somewhere “hello bitch” answering the call “I can’t wait to see you! I miss you so much. I wish we knew you would be pregnant, then we could have had one last drink blowout” I chuckled at Tina “miss me huh, well I am going to be a reserved woman now thank you. I am married and a mother, my daughter don’t need to see her mother’ ass hanging now” I missed Tina “I will give it a year but anyways, erm what is Chris doing?” she didn’t even call for me “honestly, I wish I knew, he is somewhere in this house. I should have got an apartment; I can’t locate him or have the energy to find him” I need to start actually figuring out his spots in this home “I didn’t really ask what is he doing but like what is he doing on Instagram?” I breathed out “I don’t know, I don’t look at that shit Tina. Please don’t tell me it’s stupid shit” I hope he isn’t being dumb “there is whole battle going on with him and Drake, Chris did start it by commenting on a post and it was a old picture of you and Drake, he said that you all think I am the bad guy when Drake wrote a diss song on Rihanna. Drake wish he had a black child; his child is albino. And now like it’s kicking off, Jen text me and I called you” what is he playing at “god, why. Oh my god, Jen knows so someone as personally contacted her because she doesn’t check for it, what is being said? I don’t need this shit” I am just so fucking annoyed now.

I am going to not snap on him, but I want to know why, leave fucking Drake alone “sorry I am back, so Chris started with the albino thing, he commented on that post of you and Drake, then the IG gossip blogs saw it. Then Drake responded back but he posted a picture of your matching tattoos and said it was a great night. Then Chris went on his page and commented saying you, wait a minute just getting it now. So yes he put, you are old news nigga, how you saved pictures of a woman that don’t want you. Then Drake commented back saying you seem unsecure, is there some issues at home which Chris went on a full blown rant on how he is going to beat Drake for posting that, the thing is Chris is looking like the bad guy in this even though he made some valid points. He quoted a line from the diss track, but Drake denied it now, he is making out that never happened, Chris is losing his mind. He is currently doing it now; Chris is going back and forth with him. Jen didn’t mention who contacted her. She just said that Robyn should have had him under control” shaking my head sighing out “I am not controlling him Tina; he is free to do what he likes. I would never control him, I don’t know what idea you all have got thinking I control Chris, that I need to put a gag on him because it is not that and never will be” I kind of snapped on Tina “Robyn, I didn’t say that. Jen said it, but I think someone else has mentioned it” that annoyed me “he is my husband, he is not a dog. I am not his carer either, yes Chris shouldn’t have started but he is defending himself now he is making him sound crazy. Tina, just tell Jen that I want to know who said control him, but anyways. I have an appointment to go too, talk soon” disconnecting the call.

Zeus laid his head on my foot, I was supposed to go and see to Chris, but he will find me. My stomach hurts a little “you are so hairy, Chris needs to sort that out” Zeus looks fed up, I would move him away, but he doesn’t seem happy and he is also on my couch “where is Chris Zeus, you know where he is?” I asked him, this dog knows what I am saying. I have an appointment in an hour so he better hurry up “I literally came into this room but didn’t see you, I went all the way upstairs” Chris walked around the couch “where have you been all day Chris!? Seriously, and all night” Chris sat down but at a distance “in the office area thing, next to the garage. I been spray painting it” my eyes widened “what!? You’re joking right?” he shook his head without a care, he is being serious “not this house Chris, I didn’t want you to do that. What if we don’t stay here forever then what!? Is that what you been doing all that time” he nodded his head and clasped his hands together “smoke a blunt, paint. Just do what I want, then repaint it” staring at Chris in annoyance “so you decided to make a mess in this home, I am not having this home like the shit in your house!” I spat “it’s not, it’s one place, nobody will see. What do you want me to do all day, stare at you?” getting up from the couch as Zeus jumped off “well you could tell me, just tell me you are doing that instead of just doing what you like” I hissed out sitting up “well I went out in the morning, got them and came back” I didn’t even know he did that “why wasn’t I told?” Chris laughed, he finds it funny, but I don’t “you were asleep, man. I didn’t come to argue, I know you got an appointment” Chris got back up from the couch “walk off, we still have so much to speak on. Go on” waving him off, I swear to god.

Chris decided to come into the bedroom, I mean he has to eventually see me “have you stopped doing all that shit on Instagram?” zipping up the baby bag “I can’t take a shit without you knowing” I laughed shaking my head “what is wrong with you? You know what, just take the baby bag and go outside. We need to go; I don’t have the time to be just stood here hearing shit from you. Has the driver put the car seat in?” Chris shrugged, his lack of care disappeared, I mean where the fuck did it go “thank you Chris, really I mean it” picking up Fenty from the bed “the bag Chris” walking around the bed, I know Chris is struggling he probably feels like he has no freedom but it’s not that, he is fighting me on this now, I can tell he is. The fact he is going out without me knowing, I like to know what he does. I mean first of all I am his wife, and second of all he can easily go off the rails and end up taking drugs. I can’t let Chris slip, I can’t have this because then it will be I told you so, I know it’s not going to be plain sailing, I know for a fact it takes work and I am here for that but he needs to just try and help a long the way. Just tell me so I can make it right, try and make it better for him to be here. I understand he is struggling; I really do.

It’s been a while since I have been out of the house, but all I can think of is Chris and his behaviour “Robyn” looking way from the car window “mhmm, yeah?” I am not impressed of course “I just don’t feel like doing shit, my mood is low, and I am irritated. I just want to be zoned out and be alone, I am trying to break this mood by thinking of the good, but I can’t. Even now I just feel like I am not here, I feel like I am battling two parts of my mind, one part is wanting me to jump on a flight and go back to Cali and go back to normality and the other part is wanting to just cry and bang my head against a wall because my mind is racing. It’s really racing, and I can’t stop it, I need too” he spoke to me without being an ass “what made you feel that way Chris? I need you to tell me where I go wrong to help you” I asked “I just feel like I am not in control and in my mind I feel like it is a bad thing, it’s like mind games. I want you to take control but then there is another half where I want to be in control” shaking my head “you are in control Chris; I am only guiding you. Who said about this control shit!?” I have heard it a few times now “Ant messaged me, Jay Brown emailed him saying that he is not my manager no more, that Rihanna is. If I am to be married to you then I have to be under Roc Nation. Ant said it’s all games and control, she is controlling you and I said it isn’t and that plays on my mind” Jay Brown is a fucking liar “I didn’t even say that he mentioned about wanting you! That bastard” they want to play games “I am no good for you, like you love me, but you deserved a man to guide you” frowning at him “no, this is your mind talking. It’s not that Chris, too much is happening, and you can’t process it. I wanted a man which I have got, they are lying to you, I am not controlling you” they want Chris to seem like a little bitch and it’s not even that, they are playing on his mind “do you think that I am?” I have to ask Chris “no I don’t but shit just plays on my mind Robyn, it’s hard fighting your own demons on your own” reaching over touching his arm “you’re not on your own Chris, you got me. I am here for you, even if I am tired I am here for you. I see the change Chris, I do” this is what has been irritating Chris.

I filled out all of the paperwork while Chris sat with Fenty in the waiting room, I though there is no reason to just make them wait around while I did it. I had to fill out Chris’ part too which was funny to me because I knew everything, I had to even mention the Bipolar, but I did it while they waited in the room “is she awake?” Chris is getting her out of the car seat “yeah, she just woke up now” nodding my head “it’s ok, get out there” Chris has become a little shy with doing it now I am here “I am not judging you Chris. I want you to be comfortable” too late now, Chris is not doing it “why did you do that? It’s ok you know, I am not judging you” Chris is so deflated about things, I hate that for him. Reaching into the car seat “my little angel is awake, awww” kissing her little cheek before resting her over my shoulder, Chris placed the blanket over her “when we get back home we will talk, because you caused some shit on Instagram too” lightly rubbing Fenty’ back “they tagged me in some shit Robyn, the caption stated that you loved him and that I don’t deserve you. I am sick of seeing that fucking shit so I said it, they playing in my face I hate it” rolling my eyes.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #fanficiton

[cassnottiel]

LAST ONE I PROMISE, a s5 au where owen shaw is somehow alive and kicking but he's kind of a super asshole? like his wife died and he shut down via john winchester type? and hes a super asshole to deke too? and fitzsimmons, especially after finding out deke is their grandson, r not here for it and r just hella badass

Melinda May woke up in an unknown place, with the man who sent them to the future standing over her.  She groaned and sat up.  "Where are we?"  She asked, then looked past the man (Enoch, she remembered) at the very familiar logo painted on the wall.  S.H.I.E.L.D.  "The Zephyr.  How?  What is going on?"

"They grabbed us just in time."  Enoch said in his halting, not quite natural sounding voice.  "Anchored us against the gravity storm."

"Who?"  May asked.  Enoch looked behind him, and she followed his gaze to watch two people, both their faces covered, entered whatever room they were in.  She hastily stood up, poising herself for a fight, should one break out.  

But she stopped as an old woman walked in behind the two, smiled at May, held out a small wooden bird, and said:  "I've waited such a long time to see you again."

Robin Hinton.  Her father was an Inhuman who could made people see how they died when they touched him.  She gestured for May to follow, and she started walking.  May did her best to limp after, all the way to the cockpit.  What should have been a short walk felt like Hell on her injured leg.

Sunlight shone through the windows of the Zephyr as Robin and May sat next to the controls.  The plane was a mess, but the power was still working.

"How are you here?"  May asked when they both had sat down.

Robin didn't answer right away.  She stared blankly up at a wall for several long seconds.  "There's something else I need to remember . . ." she muttered to herself, then her eyes focused and she looked at May again.  "Sorry.  What did you ask?"

May sighed.  "How are you even here?"

Robin smiled.  "I told you we'd survive the crash."  She said it she was repeating it for the thousandth time.

"The crash?"  May was not understanding in the slightest.  "I'm not sure I know what you're--"

"Don't be put out if you can't follow Robins train of thought."  May looked over at the two men who approached.  One looked vaguely familiar, the other did not.

"It's like her life is a deck of cards shuffled out of order."  The other man tried to explain.  "She's a seer, but nowadays she can't separate past, present, and future."

"My name is Samuel Voss," the first man said, then jerked his head to the side at the other man, "and this is Owen Shaw.  Sorry for the rough rescue, but you have to act fast when gravity storms start kicking up."

"Shaw?"  May asked as she shook their hands.  "Do you happen to have a kid?"

Owens frowned in confusion.  "You've met Deke?  He's alright down there?"

"He's alive."  May said.  "He didn't make a great first impression with me."  She held up her wrist, showing off the metric Deke had stabbed into her.  She let her hand drop when she noticed the others on the Zephyr covering themselves with spare cloth and picking up the large claw devices.  "You're going back out?"

"Yeah, my crew is gonna go out and collect your friends."  Voss smiled as Owen started walking away.

"Wait.  They made it to the surface?  How do you know?"  May limped forward in earnest.  

Voss looked at Robin.  "She told me.  A decade ago."  A loud explosion sounded in the sky, and May whipped her head around to look out the window.  A Trawler was falling, and fast.  "Don't worry.  Robin told me they survive this crash, too."  Voss said, then walked over to talk to his crew.

- - -

"Is everyone alright?"  Coulson yelled as soon as his head stopped ringing from the crash.  He got a response of pained and annoyed groans from four different voices, so he took that as four 'yes's.

"We should get out before something happens to the ship."  Fitz shakily stood from his seat.

"Are you kidding?"  Deke stumbled into the cockpit.  "Go out into the roach infested planet without protection?"

"What else are we supposed to do?"  Daisy snapped at him.  "Stay in here and wait for everyone else to come get us?"

"There has to be a sustainable shelter out there."  Simmons said, looking out the front window.  "At least an atmosphere, if people have survived down here."

"I just crashed a spaceship, what if the engine explodes?"  Coulson stood up and leaned over the controls to look out the window.

"These things are built to take damage, it'll be fine."  Deke leaned against the back of Daisys seat.

"What's that?"  Simmons pointed out at the landscape.  Everyone followed her gaze and watched as a line of small figures started getting closer.

"It's like a line of ants."  Daisy squinted to see better.  "Do you think those are the people?"

"Maybe . . ."  Fitz trailed off.  

"Are those Vrell-Nexians?"  Coulson asked, and everyone looked at Deke for an answer.

Deke shook his head.  "No, they're moving too slow.  And just call them roaches like everyone else."

"What should we do, sir?"  Simmons asked Coulson.

Coulson looked at Daisy.  "We should stay in here and wait for them to come to us.  They seem to know their way around."

So they waited.  They watched the sun move from behind the Trawler to in front of it.  

Deke stood up and put on his space helmet when the line of people were almost at the ship.

"What are you doing?"  Coulson stood up and blocked the ladder.

"I'm going out to meet them."  Dekes voice was slightly muffled from inside the helmet.  "I'll be back."  Coulson grabbed his arm.  Deke took his helmet off and glared.  "What do I have to gain by abandoning you guys here?"

That was a fair point.  Coulson let go, and the S.H.I.E.L.D agents watched Deke climb up the ladder and heard howling winds when he opened the hatch on the ceiling.  They watched through the window as Deke approached the people, exchanged words, and took an offered duffel bag from them.  He started floating back up to the Trawler, and the four agents heard a pair of feet make a heavy landing on the roof.  

The hatch opened, and the duffel bag dropped in, followed by Deke.  "Put those on."  He told them.  "They're taking us to their base, May's there already."

There were coats, cloaks, cloth scraps, and goggles in the bag.  Everyone started layering their clothes, covering up any exposed skin.  The five of them walked with the group of True Believers for a long time.  The sun had set, and the constellations of the night sky made themselves visible.

"Nobody knows these people are alive?"  Simmons said over the wind, holding tight to Fitz.

"People were sent here as a death sentence."  Deke explained.  "Even I thought they were dead."

The Zephyr was right in front of them.  "Why doesn't Kasius send for the bodies to be recovered?"

"No, you don't understand."  Deke said, walking inside and waiting for the scientists.  "They're not just dead.  As far as everyone in the Lighthouse is concerned, everybody that came up here was torn to scraps."  He took off his helmet and took in his surroundings.  "But they're all still alive and living in an actual airplane."  

"Fitz," Jemma took off her gloves and looked around, "your design really withstood the test of time."

Deke turned around and stared at the scientists.  "Wait, you designed this?"  His awe was genuine.  "I can't imagine what it must have been like to f--"

"Deke?"  

The man in question looked past FitzSimmons and gasped softly.  "Dad."  Deke smiled and took off running.

Owen Shaw welcomed his son with open arms, hugging him tightly as soon as he was close enough.  "Deke!  Thank God you're safe."

Deke laughed happily.  "I missed you so much."

"How did you end up tagging along with these people?"  Owen pulled away from the hug and glanced at the scientist, then did a double take and stared at them.

Deke smiled.  "It's a long story, I can tell you . . ." he frowned and followed his fathers line of sight.  "Dad?  What's wrong?"

Owen shrugged his son away and stepped closer to FitzSimmons, seething fury flashed across his face.  "You two?  What the Hell are you two doing here?"

"Dad!"  Deke grabbed his fathers arm.  "That's Fitz and Simmons, they're the--"

"I know who they are!"  Owen shoved Deke back and continued stalking towards the engaged couple.  The rest of the S.H.I.E.L.D team had run in to see what was happening.  Fitz stepped in front of Simmons protectively.  "You taught Alya everything she knew.  You're the reason they killed her!"  Owen pointed accusingly at the two.  Voss ran in and tried to restrain Owen, who struggled and continued yelling.  "And now you're going to get my son killed!"  

"Dad, calm down!"  Deke looked shocked, but he still put himself between his father and his new companions.  "What are you--?"

Owens arms were pinned down to his sides by Voss, so when he lashed out, he kicked.  And he kicked Deke right where the Kree had stabbed him.  

As Deke stumbled back and hit the floor, Coulson ran forward and punched Owen with his bionic hand.  Owen went limp.  For a long minute, the only sounds on the Zephyr were the sounds on the outside.  

"What the Hell."  Fitz was the first one to speak.

Deke grunted as he pulled himself up from the floor.  Voss rushed forward to help.  Deke looked at Fitz and Simmons like he was seeing completely different people.  

"I'm sorry."  Voss said breathlessly.  "He's never done anything like that before."

Simmons frowned.  "Who's Alya?"

Deke leaned against the wall and pressed his hand against his stab wound.  "My mother."  He blinked a few times.  

"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"  Daisy looked between everyone, just as confused as everyone else.  Nobody had an answer for that.

"Let's get him somewhere he won't hurt anyone else when he wakes up."  Coulson pointed to Owens unconscious body.  Two of Voss' crew members immediately jumped in and started dragging him to the lockers.  "You two, get to medical."  Coulson pointed to Daisy, then to Deke, who coughed and winced.  They both followed the order without objection.

After everyone else on the plane had gone off to keep themselves busy, Voss spoke to FitzSimmons.  "I didn't want to say this in front of Deke and the others."  He lowered his voice and looked to Simmons.  "But you do look a lot like Dekes mom."

Fitz and Simmons shared a confused look, then turned back to Voss.  "What?"

"Alya was kind of like a doctor in the Lighthouse," Voss started to explain, "you know, helping people who were sick or injured.  Her mother was a real doctor and taught her everything."  He looked at the floor solemnly.  "The Kree killed her when Deke was nine."

"What are you saying?"  Fitz asked quietly.

"I think you two are Alyas parents."  Voss told them plainly.  "You definitely look like them, just younger."

"And that would make us Dekes grandparents."  Simmons muttered.  She looked in the direction of medical.  "He's hurt, I should check on him."

Voss watched her go and spoke after a few seconds of silence.  "You guys are taking that news pretty well, despite everything."

"We're dealing with a lot right now," Fitz started following his fiance, "just wait until the shock wears off."

- - -

"I can't believe they stabbed you."  Daisys voice floated out from where the lab used to be.  

A male voice hissed in pain.  "I guess I kind of deserved it, after what I did."  Jemma stopped outside the door and took a deep breath.  "Coulson and May both punched me."

"I think I can put off being mad at you until you resolve whatever's going on with your dad."  Daisys voice was quieter, as if she was concentrating.  "Do you know what that was?"

"I have no idea."  Dekes voice answered.  "He's never done that before."

Jemma opened the door and walked in.  Deke was sitting on a table, holding the hem of his shirt up while Daisy did her best to change the bandage over the stab wound.  They both looked up as Jemma entered.

"Thank God, I'm not good at this."  Daisy stepped back.

Jemma knelt down in front of Deke and bandaged his wound the best she could with the limited supplied.  The silence was very awkward.  

"I'm sorry."  Deke blurted out suddenly.  "I didn't know he was going to do that."

"It's not your fault."  Jemma reassured with a small smile.  She wouldn't bring up what Voss said, not in front of the team.  She stood up after she finished working.  "Don't do anything too strenuous, you could hurt yourself more."

"Thanks."  Deke nodded and stood up.  "I'm going to talk to my dad, see if he's calmed down."

"Be careful."  Jemma called after him.

Deke passed Fitz in the hallway, who watched him with weary eyes.  Deke shrugged it off and explored the Zephyr.  He found his father near the bunks, locked in what looked like a cage full of personal belongings.

Owen blinked up at his son.  "Deke?  What happened?"

"You saw Fitz and Simmons and you freaked out.  You said they're the reason Mom died, and they were trying to kill me."  Deke crossed his arms.  "What was that about?"

Owen sighed and leaned against the chain link door.  "If your grandparents hadn't taught your mother everything they did, she would still be alive."  He said bitterly.  "The Blues killed all the smart people, and they're the reason she was that smart."

Dekes eyes widened.  "They're my grandparent?"

Owen nodded, looking even more bitter.  "If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be living in the Lighthouse."

Deke blinked and pinched the bridge of his nose.  "You're telling me . . ." he sighed and looked up, "Nana and Bobo caused the Earth to break apart?"

"No, not just them."  Owen rolled his eyes.  "Their whole team.  S.H.I.E.L.D."

Deke did not understand what his father was saying.  "So why did you--" something behind Owen caught his eye.  "What's that?"

Owen looked, and quickly snatched up the white rock his son was staring at.  "This is how we got them here."

"So that's why you kept it."  Deke grabbed a set of keys off the wall and started fumbling with the lock.  "That's how we get them back.  I saw the time machine, we need to give it to them."

"Deke, they're not going back."  Owen said, pushing the door open.

"What do you mean?"  Deke frowned.  "They have to.  How else are they supposed to prevent all this?"  He gestures around the room.

"They cause all this."  Owen stepped forward, out of the locker.  "If we keep them here, they don't go back and break the planet."

Deke stared.  "You just told me two of them are my grandparents and now you're telling me they can't leave?"  He held his hand out.  "Give that to me.  They're going back."

Owen sighed.  "I really wish you would make this easier for me.  But, I guess some things just run in the family."

Deke took a careful step back.  "What--?"

Owen slammed the white rock against his sons head.  Deke grunted and fell to the floor, but he was still conscious.  Owen grabbed him by the front of his jacket and dragged him into the locker, closing the door and locking it.  "Your mother told me trouble wasn't genetic.  I guess she was wrong."

As Owen started walking down the hallway, leaving the white rock on the floor, Deke sat up and blinked rapidly to clear his vision.  He had to get out.

He looked up at the ceiling, to clear his confusion more than anything else, and he saw a gap between the top of the fence and the roof of the plane.  About a foot and a half, he could make it.

Deke turned the knob on his belt buckle, and he started floating.  He squeezed through the gap above the fence, then dropped to the floor.  He picked up the rock and started walking as quietly as he could, despite his listing to the side.

Somehow, he made it to the lab without running into anyone.  Unfortunately, there were two people men guarding the door.  "Can, uh . . ." Deke blinked and tried his best to point to the door.  "Can I get-get through?  I think I'm--"

"Deke?"  The handle to the door was jiggled, but it did not open.  "What's going on?"

Deke swallowed thickly and felt something warm drip down the side of his neck.  The two guards looked concerned and one stepped forward to help.  Deke took off his belt buckle, shoved it into the other man, turned the control setting once, then twice, and the other man went flying to the opposite wall.  The other guard drew a knife and brandished it at Deke.

"Deke!"  Fitz yelled through the door.  "What's happening?!"

Coulson and May rounded the corner, saw one man stuck to a wall, saw another man holding a knife, and heard Fitz yelling and banging on a door.  They both ran forward to help Deke, who was definitely in no shape to fight.

As May and Coulson took the fight, Deke moved forward, unlocked the door, and stepped into the lab.  He looked over Fitz and Simmons' worried faces.  "I'm guessing Dad didn't really make a good first impression with the in-laws."

"What happened?"  Jemma immediately ran up to Deke.  He held up the white rock, spotted with blood.

"What is it?"  Fitz took the rock.

"He said--" Deke coughed.  "He said it's how you-you got, um, got here."

"It's part of a monolith."  Jemmas face dawned with realization before she looked back to the head injury.  "Who did this to you?"

Deke slumped over, finally falling unconscious.

"Here."  May appeared in the doorway and tossed the gavatonium belt buckle to the scientists.  "We'll take care of everyone else."

Fitz nodded, then turned to his grandson on the floor.  "Do you think he'll be okay?"

Jemma sighed.  "I told him not to do anything too physical, but I'll let this one slide."  She looked closer at the wound.  "It's not bleeding too much, he probably wasn't hit very hard if he stayed awake afterward."

"Do you think he know?"  Fitz asked, examining the monolith piece.  "He called us 'the in-laws.'"

"I doubt he doesn't"  Jemma started cleaning the blood off of Dekes head.  "Who do you think did this to him?"

"Wasn't he going to his father?"  Fitz asked.  The couple made eye contact.

Jemma clenched her hands into fists and stood up.  "I'm going to kill him.  Who would do something like that to their own child?"

"A man trying to keep his son safe."  The scientists turned to the door.  Owen Shaw was holding a hammer.  

"Funny way of showing it."  Fitz grabbed a heavy wrench and stepped in front of Deke and Jemma.

"I couldn't have him getting in the way."  Owen said.

"So you hit him over the head with a rock?"  Jemma seethed.  She picked up a screwdriver from the table next to her and threw it at Owen.

Owen watched the screwdriver and easily dodged it.  "What was that sup--?"

Fitz punched him.  "Deke definitely gets his intelligence from us."

#deke shaw #leo fitz #jemma simmons #owen shaw #melinda may #daisy johnson #fitzsimmons #high class writing #agents of sheild

[chaoticneutralwriter]

A Demon’s Musings

If Marie Kondo could see him now, she would be very pleased (well, as much as a person would with a demon). And though the things he used to get into don’t quite spark the same kind of joy like it did in his earlier days, he still thinks he’s one hell of a demon -- just with different priorities now.

guardian demon! Jimin x reader

genre: fluff, comedy, supernatural, slow-burning, slice of life

word count: 6.8k

Warnings: some heavily implied shady shit like deaths, drugs, alcohol, murder, violence and generally things that don’t faze a demon.

A side story during the time of Distance and the Heart

Related works: See Masterlist

A/N: Not a straight continuation from where we last left off but some exposition stuff and delving into the mind of our dear guardian demon Jimin :) Also a little bit of a rushed edit so....anything funky going on please forgive me ^^;;

Small.

 So small.

 And so very fragile — human lives that is.

 It’s made even more obvious when you happen to be a demon, standing atop the tallest building you can find, looking down from it. How easily the change of perspective can turn even the most powerful man to look like nothing more than a scurrying ant, marching in a colony – a worker, a drone.

 Humans, he thinks, become so easily obsessed with such meaningless things like money or power to stand above the rest that in the grand scheme of things, they’re just like everyone else.

 Pathetic.

 It all means nothing in the end anyways, especially when you’re standing at the gates (figuratively speaking). Now which one, well, it’s up to them.

 Still, it’s fun to mess with them.... Correction was fun.

 Jimin grunts to himself at the thought as he begins pacing precariously along the building’s ledge, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket.

 But he hasn’t always been like this, so disinterested in his nature as a demon spawned from the depths of hell — his inclination to lure poor, hapless souls to the dark side.

 He’d taken great pleasure doing those things; nothing more satisfying than seeing his handy work play out like an oncoming train wreck. In his lifetime, he’s seen them all: from the simple cheating spouse to cold-blooded murder itself. It’s what demons do best; whisper sweet temptations of the deepest, darkest desire to tip the scale in their favour and once their victim has fallen from grace, catch them with open arms.

 That’s the name of the game — corruption of the human soul, exploiting their weak nature. It’s simple and cute.

 Jimin stops his pacing, reaching the end of the ledge to glare at nothing in particular as he thinks ruefully;

 But so easy.

 He flicks one single finger and it all comes crashing down like a house of cards with them willingly in it. It even came to the point where he doesn’t even have to do anything to gain a corrupt soul; all he had to do was look around the corner. It’s like humans send themselves to hell for him. And so, he set off to find himself a new game to play, one that would at least give him a run for his money.

 If anyone who knew Jimin, they would say he was too ambitious for his own good and he would say that they’re right because admittedly, it’s what landed him in his current situation in the first place. In his quest to finding a new challenge, he had asked himself; what’s harder to tempt than puny, pathetic humans? Evidently anything.

 Impassively, Jimin takes a step off of the building and gravity immediately takes hold as he begins to make his sharp descent. Air rushes past him, whipping his hair and stinging his eyes but still, he remains stoic in the face of what would be a gruesome death to most. The corner of his lips twitch, feeling the adrenaline kick in as the ground draws nearer and just as he’s about to collide with it, his body halts, feet hovering just inches above the concrete and with the grace of a dancer, he floats the rest of the way down without a single scuff on his Louis Vuitton loafers.

 He runs a hand through his locks, ruffling the silken strands until he felt that they were somewhat tamed and with a final fixes to his jacket, Jimin saunters off down the busy street, not a single soul aware of what happened.

 Humans — so blissfully ignorant, Jimin sometimes finds himself envious of them as he moves through various crowds of people scurrying by. Even though he was under the cloaking spell, invisible to mortal eyes he still thinks they wouldn’t spare him a second glance, too busy rushing off to places or glued to their phones. It all further reminded him of his predicament; they’re such easy picking that eventually it didn’t take him long to find the perfect way to up the ante in his little game.

 Angels.

 More specifically: guardian angels.

 A shiver runs through him from the memory and he can’t quite hide the grin that has taken over plush lips. Ah, it seems like eons ago that he had conjured up that idea. Curiosity isn’t a sin but one definitely has to exercise caution with it but Jimin would always rather throw it to the wind because who didn’t want to know if a demon can tempt an angel into sin.

 Granted, it was only a low class angel but you gotta start small right?

 And it was far easier finding one than you think.

 Because you see, all humans — as incompetent as they can be — are all assigned to a guardian angel, meant to do what demons also do except the complete opposite: influence good actions and reward with good karma. Contrary to popular beliefs, demons and angels are all fairly equal in power because both have similar hierarchy. A lowly demon can be on par with a starting guardian angel and through time, both can climb the ladder through gaining respective karmic energy through the deeds of the person they influence.

 So it wasn’t that hard for Jimin to find a potential target — fresh-faced, hard working, green, and naive. He almost felt sorry when he was planting seeds of doubt into that pretty head of theirs. Didn’t help that he was assigned to a deplorable excuse for a human being to look after that perhaps that’s why by the end of it all, Jimin found he had grown a soft spot for his newly acquired fallen angel of a friend.

 For such a long, arduous process, it didn’t take long for everyone to find out; both upstairs and downstairs and boy did Jimin get an earful from his boss (in fact nearly got his ass singed off which would’ve been a huge loss for the world). Even though admittedly the stunt he pulled was ballsy and impressive (his boss’ words, not his), Jimin still needed to receive ‘divine punishment’ lest his boss wanted to deal with a bunch of literal holier-than-thou angels rioting at the gates of hell. So to get him out of his hair (to deal with an onslaught of paperwork) and for Jimin to avoid certain death via smiting, he was given his ultimatum — his quote on quote ‘community service hours’. And the rest was history.

 Now fast forward to his first check-in.

 It was nothing special nor worth noting as he had relayed to you before leaving; just a business-like meeting with his boss where he gets told if he’s doing a good job or not and any other updates regarding his case in overstepping the line. It wouldn’t even take him a full day — a simple in-and-out.

 Only it wasn’t so because 1) his meeting gets crashed by an uninvited guest (a colleague thankfully, but there goes his discrepancies) and 2) Jimin is informed that he was not meeting his daily quota.

 The memory has Jimin kissing his teeth in annoyance before he can stop himself, steps becoming a little heavier as he powers on down the street. He couldn’t believe it the first time he heard it. Him slacking? There’s no way in hell.

 But the numbers check out (his dear colleague made sure it was very clear to him i.e. shoving the report into his face and cackling loudly), even if he did miss it by a margin. And as if to add further insult to injury, it goes further on to say that heaven however, is satisfied with his work as temp guardian (sloppy but satisfactorily enough, at least she hasn’t died yet, it had read).

 It baffled him to no end; how is it that he’s managed to shirk his duties, as a demon but be somewhat good at being a guardian angel-albeit-demon?

 “You’re losing your touch, brother.” His underling colleague teased. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown soft ever since you’ve became a guardian to that human.”

 Jimin responded by setting fire to his pant leg.

 Lost his touch? Soft? As if.

 With nothing more to say, Jimin had stormed out of the room and crossed right back over to the mortal planes, jaw clenched and temper burning. The crisp cool air that had greeted him helped somewhat to tame it, but he could still feel the steam practically rising from his skin. He needed to vent and being back so early, he figured he had enough time to spare without jeopardizing your safety with his absence.

 So for the past few days he’d been going around observing the daily life of a human on earth like he had always done in the past, scoping out fresh meat to meddle his way into. He’d got the occasional shop lifter, scammer, one of those obnoxious teens who think they’re suddenly Nascar drivers the moment they are privileged with their own car…

 Jimin tsks like a disappointed mother, recalling that moment well; it was an illegal street race at 3AM (of course), a bunch of rambunctious teenagers who are so desperate to one-up their buddies at a game they didn’t realize they couldn’t win in no matter how many modifications they’ve made to their car.

 All it took was a drift turn gone wrong.

 Once again, how anti-climatic.

 Jimin heaves a breath, twisting his neck this way and that to release a satisfying crack as he watches the street lamps above him flicker to life; the sun had long set thanks to the short days of the winter season. Boredom was such a bitch to get out of once you’ve fallen into its dark abyss. It seems like there’s no cure for it. Which is a wonder why Jimin finds himself standing right across the street to the entrance of probably one of the places a demon like himself can get a bang for his buck.

 A nightclub.

 He can practically smell the alcohol and indecency from here. It’s a cesspool.

 His lips twitch at the sight, eyeing the burly man acting as a bouncer and the steady line of people waiting to get in. Jimin feels the bass of the music rather than hears it leaking through the closed door and the neon lights cast everything within its reach in a vibrant aqua green and pink shade. He feels like he’s outgrown places like these (an easy hunting ground) but tonight, he has no other plans.

 With a shrug, Jimin drops his cloaking spell and takes long, confident strides towards the front of the line. As soon as he gets within peripheral vision of the crowd, all heads turn and he feels the heat of their gazes on him. He bites his lips subtly to keep himself from smirking; never gets old.

 He approaches the bouncer head-on, maintaining steady eye contact and though it seems like the much larger, muscular man is unfazed by Jimin’s magic, he steps aside without a single word, allowing the demon in disguise to pass through the door and into the club. No protest was made from anyone.

 The music is even louder once Jimin passes through the threshold, down the illuminated cool tone hallway with its frosted glass walls before he finally reaches the heart of the club. The dance floor is filled with gyrating bodies moving to the beat of the song, strobe lights flickering sporadically in multiple colours being the only strong source of light to this dimly lit building. The DJ is situated on a slightly raised platform at the head of the dance floor, bobbing his head as he works the turn table and just slightly off to his side is one of many staircases leading up to the second floor, most likely holding VIP areas.

 Not much has changed from this scene, Jimin muses to himself as his eyes survey his surroundings. As he makes his way down the border aisle of the dance floor, he feels numerous sets of eyes following him, all vying for his attention. It makes him double check on himself to make sure he isn’t still using his enthralling magic (he’s not). Jimin pays them no mind, bypassing the bar, the fumes of smoke giving off dizzying, euphoric effects that had he not been a demonic entity would surely effected him with a single breath, before he makes it to one of the stairs leading upwards.

 He ascends them quickly until he’s on the second floor which was littered with various occupied booths, another fancier looking bar situated off to one side, standing side tables that overlooked the level below and a sectioned off area with velvet ropes and another bouncer. Perhaps to most, this would be the more intimidating places in a club because right off the bat, Jimin can see the shift in its patrons; he sees the sleek way they dress, the way they hold themselves with a higher air as they sip from crystal glasses with dark liquid in it, the impressive bottle sitting not too far from their reach on the table and the subtle glint their jewels give off when the light catches.

 Most people would turn tail and run, feeling out of their league in this place.

 But not Jimin; not when he has a face like this and an aura that can easily dwarf these…. lesser beings.

 So he proceeds on forward unbothered, hand tousling his hair out of the way as he slides into the nearest stool by the bar. The bartender is immediately at his side, asking what he would like to order.

 “A glass of whiskey.” His eyes wander for a moment at the selection and his bartender waits patiently, almost with baited breath. Jimin’s eyes land on one of the tall, darken bottles before he answers with an easy smile. “Make it a Macallan please.”

 The bartender flounders for a split second, blinking from Jimin to the expensive bottle of whiskey before nodding and rushing off to prepare the drink. In the meantime, Jimin takes to turning around in his seat, leaning back casually against the glass bar counter, legs crossed to do what he does best; people-watch.

 Or more like play a twisted game of ‘I Spy’ with himself. It’s even more fun when he knows that everyone here thinks they can get away with things just because the lighting is a little dim.

 Like he spies with his little eyes, a pill being popped a little too eagerly.

 He sees things getting passed around, things being slipped with the sleight of hands and people getting frisky under the table. Nothing much escapes Jimin’s sharp eyes.

 Not even the girl who slyly slips into the seat next to him, her own eyes trained onto his profile like a hawk.

 “I see you’re a whiskey kind of guy.” The booming music gives her an excuse to lean in closer to Jimin but what she doesn’t know is that he can hear her perfectly fine without her having to. It makes his lips twitch as he smoothly reaches beside him for said drink and takes a slow sip, letting the smoky taste of the alcohol coat his tongue before feeling the burn of it travel down his throat. Demons don’t actually feel the effects of alcohol but they can still taste the flavour the drinks have to offer, which is why Jimin likes to indulge in a few drinks here and there.

 He keeps a hold of his glass, swirling the dark liquid before he languidly lets his gaze slide to his surprise companion, head tilting to allow strands of hair to fall into his darkened gaze in the slightest way to show that she’s caught his attention.

 “And what kind of drink are you?” Jimin indulges, shifting a little forward to let the timbre of his voice project more. The girl gets flustered now that he has eyes on her but with a valiant effort, she plays it cool, flicking her dark hair off to one side flirtatiously.

 “How about you buy me one and find out?”

 The reply causes Jimin to throw his head back with a laugh; the sight obviously pleases her as red lips spread into a wide smile. He nods to himself and turns to the bartender, waving him down easily for the girl beside him to order her drink (a mojito). Jimin’s reaction gives her a boost of confidence, making her shift closer until she’s practically pressing into his side.

 “I’m Jenny by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, first time?”

 Jimin lets out a chuckle, bringing the glass up again to take another sip. “You could say that.” He pauses, letting the rim of the glass brush his bottom lip as he thinks for a moment before answering, “Julien.”

 Jenny’s drink arrives and she takes it into her hand, holding it out to him to clink against. “Cheers to that then.”

 He grins before obliging, tapping his glass to hers and it’s as if she’s unknowingly sealed the deal with the devil himself. A good portion of the night was spent getting to know one another (Jimin uses that term loosely), ordering more drinks and her getting braver each time. Though Jimin was not particularly engaged with the conversations they were having, he’s amused from the not-so-subtle ways she’s been trying to get him to leave the club with her to engage in…. other activities.

 Even more so when there were times he’s caught her peeking at her phone, seeing the way it lights up constantly until with a huff of annoyance, she puts it on silent mode, tosses it into her clutch and never bothers with it again. He pretends not to notice, keeping up with the charade and wrapping her around his fingers further.

 “Is it weird for me to say that it feels like I’ve known you my entire life?” Jenny giggles drunkenly, batting her eyelashes coyly from over the rim of her glass.

 “Oh?” Jimin responds playfully, swiveling his body to face her while propping an elbow up on the counter to support his chin, eyes glued to her as if he’s completely enamoured. “How so?”

 She puts her empty glass down and shuffles forward until she’s at the edge of her seat, leaning over slightly to accentuate the cleavage her dress’s deep neckline has to offer. The pretty brunette mimics Jimin’s gesture, eyes taking on a sheen from the alcohol consumption but no doubt still determined to get into his pants.

 “I don’t know…. It’s like,” She pauses, voice coming out breathy as her free hand begins to trail tantalizing up one of his knees to his upper thigh. Jimin pays it no mind, gaze steady on her face and it pushes her to continue. “I feel like we have really good chemistry together.”

 Jimin makes it seem like he’s intrigued by the idea, index finger rubbing against his bottom lip but finds that he has to hold himself from cracking a smile because of the way Jenny’s eyes flicker down to them, watching and unconsciously biting down on her own.

 “And do you have any proof to back up such a bold claim?”

 Jimin deliberately sets her up and she takes it – hook, line and sinker. He thinks he’s dragged this out long enough because frankly, he’s getting bored. The clueless girl can’t contain her smile, taking the invitation by leaning all the way until her lips just about brushes Jimin’s as she whispers, “Let me show you.”

 She closes the rest of the distance, almost crashing unceremoniously against Jimin and he grunts at the sudden added weight, one hand flying to her waist to steady her while the other cups the underside of her jaw. She moves fervently against his lips, hand carding through his hair while the other one remains firmly pressed against his thigh. Her enthusiasm nearly bulldozes Jimin, but he’s no pushover, especially to some drunk, human girl. So he easily takes charge, retaliating with a harsh nip to her lower lip when she had so eagerly tried to invade her tongue into his mouth and it elicits a whine. He grips her waist more firmly, moving to wedge his leg between hers and immediately, he feels her body submit to him.

 Jimin peers at her through half-closed lids, watching her melt under his touch so easily as the hand on her jaw snakes lower until it situates closer to her throat. He feels the desperation coming from her, sees the way her thighs part for him to get closer, causing the short skirt of her dress to ride up further. But he won’t give her that satisfaction, even as his tongue pries open her mouth and she lets out a whimpering moan.

 No, he won’t give her that satisfaction because this is all just a game to him.

 He pulls away the same time his hand on her waist comes to stop hers from inching any closer to the area between his legs, the whiffs of her sweet perfume had long become too suffocating for his senses. The girl is obviously displeased, brows scrunching up as she attempts to chase his lips. Jimin leans back slightly but doesn’t evade her when she presses her lips to his again, only this time he’s unresponsive. He waits and watches her come to realize his lack of response before he allows his gaze to drift off to the side where he spies the male figure who stands frozen at the head of the stairs, looking disheveled and with a phone clenched so hard in one hand that even Jimin can see the knuckles turn white from where he is.

 He feels, rather than sees Jenny’s lips leave his slowly and after a beat, Jimin dares to tilt his head to gauge her reaction. It nearly makes him burst out laughing.

 The girl looks absolutely horrified as all her attention is no longer on Jimin but on the man a few feet from her. The demon continues watching delightedly, like a drama unfolding before his very eyes as Jenny puts distance between herself and him as she staggers to stand from her seat, mouth agape. Jimin can’t help but to take the chance to add more fuel to this rapidly growing fire.

 “Someone…you know?” He asks tentatively as best as he can, despite knowing exactly who this is.

 He sees the girl’s breath hitch before she utters out a single name, “Tony…”

 Like Jimin had said, nothing goes unnoticed by him. Not when the mirror panels by the bar perfectly reflected the name that had flashed on her phone multiple times before she had decided to put it away.

 Tony is the first to snap out of his stupor, face darkening as he stomps over to his girlfriend. Without even sparing a single glance at Jimin, the man snatches her wrist and proceeds to forcefully drag her away. Jenny stumbles after his longer strides, crying out and slapping at his back as he takes her down the stairs and Jimin watches on impassively until the couple disappear out of sight. With the show being over, he turns back around, running a hand through his hair to fix the mess the girl had made. He also catches sight of his reflection and kisses his teeth at what he finds.

 Reaching for a napkin, Jimin wipes away the lipstick residue coating his mouth. He manages to get most of it off, leaving his lips tinged in the slightest shade of pink. He scoffs, annoyed before taking his glass and knocking back the rest of his drink. Jimin calls for the bill, swiftly tapping his black card on the machine without even glancing at the grand total and gets up to leave. He makes it halfway down the stairs before he decides to cloak himself for a swifter exit. With just a few steps, he’s teleported out of the club and into the chill night air.

 Only this time, there’s a commotion and he easily spots the cause. Jenny and her boyfriend were a few steps down the street from where the club was and were currently screaming their heads off at each other. There were a couple of onlookers but everyone seems very keen on not getting involved with this particular couple’s spat. Tony is visibly distressed, a hand aggressively running through his hair as he paces like an angry lion. Jenny is on the defensive, refusing to budge and making great effort in spite of her occasional wobbles. Jimin has to stifle a laugh, feeling very tempted to stay just to see how this will all end. Eventually, Tony has stopped pacing for a moment to point an accusatory finger at Jenny, cursing at her for cheating on him. She in turn yells back about the argument that lead up to that point.

 Enraged, Tony closes the gap between them to tower over Jenny who, even though has stood her grounds for the most part with liquid courage on her side, is rightfully intimidated by the aggression the male holds. There’s a tense moment of silence, the two glaring daggers at each other and Jimin watches on until he can’t bear the lack of action any longer.

 “What will you do?” He whispers but the weight of his words carry thanks to the magic underlying it, his eyes taking on an ominous glow. “She doesn’t deserve to be forgiven.”

 He watches as his dark tempting take influence, sees the way the male’s vision cloud over in blinded fury before he makes to grab the girl’s wrist and drags her off, screaming and cursing all the way. Jimin takes that as his cue to leave, his job done and proceeds to carry on as if nothing has happened. But now he’s back to being bored, dispassionately roaming the streets like he always had. It was fun while it lasted.

 In his musings, he doesn’t realize that his feet have taken him down a familiar path. The small restaurants and cafes becoming recognizable and the hustle and bustle part of the main city gradually fades, giving way to quieter streets that lead to small neighbourhoods.

 Ah, he realizes, this is the way to your house.

 His thoughts naturally change to that of you, remembering how it had actually been a good week or so since he’d last seen you but judging from the lack of disturbances he feels in your aura, he surmises that you’re doing fine (i.e. not dead or mortally injured). Still, he can’t help the chuckle that escapes under his breath when he slows his pace to let the fact that he had unconsciously been lead back to you, be it by his own will or the nature of the contract sink in.

 Perhaps it was a sign for him to finally go check on you. He hates to admit it, but the bantering you both share are way more entertaining than some of the stuff he’s done for the past few days. It’s always fun because your reactions are like a kaleidoscope of emotions, all morphing from one to another in the span of a minute at the things he does or says. You’re a human who lives diligently like many others, fighting against this harsh and dreary world but managing to find solace in what he thinks is a rather interesting choice of subject:

 An idol K-Pop boy band by the name of BTS.

 Just what does BTS mean to you? He only knows that the face in which he mimics is one that you seek comfort from the most. But where does this fierce adoration and unconditional love come from? He gets the feeling that it’s more than a pretty face and good music (and it seems the same goes for all the members of this group); it doesn’t quite fit with what he has seen with the humans who do the same. It tickles his curiosity to figure out more than what he had gleaned when he first took up this guardian position. He hums at the idea, finding it fascinating.

 A shout sharply cuts him from his thoughts and he immediately feels a spike in your aura from within his chest. His gaze whips to the source and sees that just ahead of him is a figure, tall in stature and clearly male, an arm outstretched over his head with what appears to be a mobile phone held in his hand. He teeters his weight from his right leg to his left in an effort to keep away a much smaller figure that peeks around his gangly frame.

 Jimin doesn’t need to get a clear view of who it might be because the distress and annoyance creates an unmistakable tug that leaves no room for questioning. Your shrieking only affirms this.

 Funny, he thinks as he finds himself making quick strides to close the distance between him and this nuisance of a man, that this scene is playing out in a similar fashion he had just witnessed not even ten minutes ago but it manages to evoke a much stronger reaction from him; pulse rushing, head reeling, and jaw clenching.

 Maybe it was because of the contract, or maybe because of who was involved. He doesn’t have time to figure it out — what any of it means.

 All he knows is that he’s irritated.

 He’s finally within reach, just in time to cut off the unsavoury sentence pouring out of the guy’s mouth by catching the hand that held the phone hostage in a literal bone-crushing grip.

 “I do believe the young lady said no.”

 Quite frankly, the rest of what happened was a blur to Jimin. After trying to be ‘Mr. Nice Demon’ by ignoring the piece of trash behind him, he quickly realized he wasn’t cut out for it. Especially when said piece of trash actually tried to land a hit on him (and doing so even after getting a few of his fingers crushed? Jimin doesn’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed).

 He would’ve actually dumped the guy into a literal trash can in the alleyway had it not been for you insisting that he doesn’t but still ended up knocking him out anyways and breaking his nose. Not something Jimin was satisfied with but beggars can’t be choosers he suppose (at least it got him to finally shut up).

 When the situation calmed down and he was able to get a good look at you, Jimin couldn’t help but soften at the slightly disheveled way you had looked. Cheeks flushed, pouting lips and eyes that are a little watery set into a glare his way even though to him, you looked more like an angry kitten than a tiger as you berate him for being gone for so long.

 He inwardly sighs to himself, what is he going to do with you?

 Clearly you had a rough night, that much Jimin can tell. So with the mind to placate your fuming self, he lets you slap his $5,000 jacket (even lets you wear it in the end) and prepares to send you off home (you really need to sleep). Of course things don’t go as planned (or they did, depending on who you ask) because your friend and roommate just so happens to show up at that exact moment. It gave Jimin another entertaining show to experience before the end of the night (probably not something you appreciate but this ain’t about you).

 Either way, with your roommate there, it gave Jimin a great excuse to take care of this unfortunate soul and though you had warned him not to do any killing, it didn’t mean he was barred from doing everything else; the possibility was still endless.

 So here he was, on top of a building that’s currently under construction with an unconscious man dangling upside from one of the tower cranes.

 Life’s good.

 Jimin hovers face-to-face with the man, sipping on the water bottle he’d snatched along the way (it’s thirsty work, even for a demon). The guy still got blood smeared down his lips and chin from his broken nose, which was starting to bruise and swell. But that’s not the problem here — the problem here is that he’s still unconscious.

 The demon fixes that by splashing the rest of his drink onto his face. The cold does the trick to shock his victim awake with a choked splutter.

 “And here I thought I could just leave you for the crows to pick at.” Jimin sighs.

 “WH-What the fuck?!” The man garbles, voice nasally as he tries to blink away the remaining water droplets falling from his face. His hands instinctively try to reach up to wipe it but finds that he can’t because on top of tying his feet to dangle 20 feet in the air, Jimin has also bound his hands because why not. The realization sends him into a rising panic and the man begins to struggle while a steady stream of profanity leaves his mouth. Jimin’s grin only grows wider as he watches it morph into a full-blown freak out when the man finally realizes he’s been put in a rather precarious situation. The amusement is short-lived however when the demon can’t stand his incessant screaming.

 “Silence, human.” He growls, resorting to chucking the bottle right at the man. It immediately catches his attention, wild eyes darting back to Jimin who only narrows his in return.

 “Who’re—You’re…You’re that fucker!”  

 “Oh I wouldn’t be talking to your only saviour like that if I were you.” Jimin tsk, hands casually shoved into his pocket as he glares down at the offender. “Your life’s hanging by a thread — quite literally.” He projects himself upwards until his feet touches the metal of the crane, loafers tapping lightly as he makes his way to stand directly above the man’s prone figure. Jimin chuckles lowly to himself once he catches sight of the expression he has on; clearly the whole situation he’s in is too absurd for his small brain to process at the moment.

 Jimin sees his lips moving quickly, making out words like ‘this isn’t real’, ‘what the fuck’, and ‘I must be dreaming.’  He takes the chance to generously settle those assumptions for him.

 “If it helps, I’ll be happy to drop you to see if it’s true or not.” Jimin bounces on the balls of his heels, the disturbance causes the crane to creak, which makes the man sway. He lets out a terrified shout and Jimin pauses to let the momentum carry on by itself. Crouching down, the demon watches with a bored expression as the dangling male screws his eyes shut, whimpering more words to convince himself that he’s not actually 20 feet from dropping to his death and that some good-looking psycho is the cause of it all.

 Jimin takes out his phone after a while, checking the time to find that it’s late and his patience is growing thin. With a huff, he straightens himself up and taps his foot against the metal to get the blubbering male’s attention.

 “Listen, I don’t have all night to listen to you piss yourself so I’m just going to cut you loose and we can both be done with it yeah?”

 “H-Hey no! Wait! What the fuck’s your problem?!” The man yells, voice pitching as he tries his best to look at his tormentor. “Is it because I messed with your girl?! Look, I didn’t even know she was alright?!”

 Jimin tilts his head; amused by the conclusion he’s been given. The demon hums but other than that, gives no further response. Not like a lowly scum deserves an answer anyways.

 “It doesn’t matter, and quite frankly, it’s none of your business too. Just know that you’re scum and deserve to perish. So….” Kneeling down, Jimin’s hand grasps at the rope keeping said scum from experiencing the bungee jump of his life. “See you in hell, Mike.”

 The rope snaps from the flash of intense heat coming from the demon’s palm and before he has the chance to utter another word, Mike is plummeting towards the ground, his screams fading fast. No sooner afterwards, Jimin teleports himself to the safety of the ground below, squinting upwards to catch the speck that is Mike still making his steep descent.

 Closer…. Closer….

 Now he hears his screaming gradually becoming louder and for a split second, Jimin’s anticipation gets the better of him, giddy to see the result of a human body falling from such a height. That is, until your warning tone echoes from the back of his mind, the nagging begrudgingly makes him scowl with a roll of his eyes before he outstretches a hand above his head and just mere inches from cracking his head open on the gravel ground, Mike’s body comes to a complete stop though he continues wailing.

 Jimin’s scowl deepens as he glares down at the man. He runs an agitated hand through his blue-tinted locks but evidently couldn’t restrain himself from kicking him right in the face…again. It puts a swift end to his endless banshee scream. A heavy sigh escapes his parted lips as he unsympathetically releases the hold he has on Mike’s body, letting him topple over ungraciously with a loud thud.

 “You’re so lucky; I would’ve dumped your body into the nearest river and call it a night.” Jimin mutters angrily, peering down at Mike’s unconscious form disdainfully with hands on either side of his hips. He stares at his stupid face, nose bent in an unnatural way for a few moments longer and with another frustrated inhale through his nose, Jimin impulsively gives one last kick to the man in his gut. They say you shouldn’t kick a man while he’s down but Jimin’s last fuck had long been given away already. Plus, it did him some good; it took the remainder of his steam because he finally straightens himself out, rolls his shoulders to release any tension left before he stoops down to rifle through the man’s pockets.

 He pulls out his wallet, deft hands quickly sifting through various cards until it lands on a university student ID, the institution’s name printed on the plastic with bold letters. Giving the worn leather wallet a shake, a key tumbles out into Jimin’s awaiting hand (along with a bunch of loose change but Mike doesn’t need them). Engraved on the head are a number and letter, no doubt pertaining to the dorm he’s living in. That’s all Jimin needs as he conjures up a portal leading to the location, removes the bindings from Mike’s wrist and feet and all but rolls him through to the floor of his bedroom with the soles of his shoes.

 Jimin tosses the wallet carelessly through too and closes the portal, hands brushing against each other like he had taken out a hefty pile of trash (in a way he did). Feeling a little lighter in mood, Jimin turns to regard his surroundings, stretches and take in the still cool night air. Guess he should probably head on back to your place to check up on you now; it wouldn’t do him any good if he had kept you up worrying over some insignificant scum like Mike.

 So with quick steps, Jimin vanishes in wisps of dark smoke, only to re-materialize in your bedroom. He was honestly half-expecting to be scolded by you the moment he made his appearance but find a much different sight altogether (though still unsurprising). You’re slouched against the wall at the head of your bed, head lopping off to one side in a way that looked too uncomfortable to remain in with the sheets only halfway pulled up over your body. Jimin can’t help the air that escapes through his nose in a quiet giggle, hands suddenly itching to snap a picture of you. He gives in to the temptation, pulling out his mobile with ease.

 After taking a sufficient amount of photos (with various amounts of filters to each), Jimin moves soundlessly towards the edge of the bed to loop an arm around your shoulders, careful to cradle your head against his chest before you used his other free hand to momentarily discard the blanket to make room to scoot you down to the pillows. Once he’s laid you down properly, he fixes the covers again, tucking them under your chin and snuggling the plush cat toy you’re so fond of closer to your side.

 You let out an indecipherable murmur, head shifting to sink further into your bed before letting out a deep exhale, a small smile playing on your lips. Jimin shakes his head though his own smile threatens to overtake his lips. He turns around, satisfied and settles into your desk chair, allowing his eyes to slip shut and the rhythmic sounds of your breathing to lull him into a sense of ease he hasn’t felt in a long time.

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