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[dabiboy]

Did someone order angst? Here it is! My heart broke while writing this, but I promise you, read all of it, it's angst to fluff and together with my broken Dabi piece this became one of my favorites too.

TW: blood, violence, death, curses. Also some manga spoilers.

In a Million Years

All of his body hurt. Different types of pain. What had happened? How much time has he been there? Hawks didn't know, and what woke him up was the annoying white light coming from the roof, that, and the blood dripping down his forehead.

The pain and the lack of weight on his back made him aware or the missing wings, but it was still hard to focus and to process how he got there.

"Are you finally going to tell us where the documents are, bird shit?" A male voice said out of nowhere. What documents?

"I don't know what are you talking about" He said weakly. His hands were tied behind his body, all of his limbs were in pain. And there were no feathers around to help him.

"The documents, now!" A kick in his face. Where the hell where his wings? Not even feathers?

"I have no idea what are you talking about!" Keigo hissed, trying to stay firm and not to break in front of those unknown man.

"Boss, the pidgeon won't talk"

"Oh, is that so?" Another man knelt down in front of him, pulling his golden locks to make him look up "Then let's make the bird sing" They laughed, standing up and walking away from him "bring the kid"

At the selection of words, Hawks eyes went wide open. Did they kidnap a kid? Was it the name of a villain? Fuck, wait a second. It couldn't be. His heart started beating faster and harder against his chest, hoping he was wrong. And then, his soul left his body, replacing it with fear and despair. When the huge metal gate opened, he saw it. A large man's hand on a tiny shoulder, a shaking shoulder. Haru had a bruised eye, tears were still wet on his cheeks as he hold on to his dino plushie, cucumber, with his last bits of strenght.

"Daddy!" He screamed and try to run to him, but the man didn't let him.

"Haru!" Keigo screamed, losing his mind, breaking his voice "What the fuck do you all think you're doing!" He tried to get away from the ropes grip, but it was impossible "Let him go! Please! He has nothing to do with all of this!"

"Are you gonna speak then?" One of the men asked.

"I know shit! I-I swear I don't just let him go" He kept moving, but when he did the man that was holding Haru pushed him down to the floor, his knees getting hurt. He started crying again.

"We'll start plucking him if you don't speak, fucking pidgeon"

"I swear I know nothing, I work for the commission, my father was a thief and a murderer, I was undercover with the league, I- I fucking killed Twice but please just don't hurt him, he's just a kid, he's just-" they cut him off when another kick was given to him, making him spit blood.

"Don't hurt my daddy!"

"Shut up you too" The other man did pressure, making Haru legs hurt thanks the hard concrete beneath him.

"Hey, hey kid. Look at me, it'll be fine, ok? It's fine. Just hold on a bit longer, I'll get us out of here" Keigo said with a trembling voice, blood covering his face together with sweat and dirt.

"And now you're lying to him. So pathetic." Haru's plushie was taken away from him, and the man kicked him towards Keigo's direction. "Fucking speak or next will be your damn child!" Rage was the only emotion in his voice, and Hawks was helpless than ever.

"I already told you everything! I-I don't know what the hell you're talking about," a sob "listen, I've got money, I can give you everything the fuck you want you can even kill me right here but let my son out of this" he spoke through his teeth, pain more evident than ever.

"You are worthless," their boss said "let him go, and the child to" a man started cutting the ropes that were holding Hawks, finally feeling peace "get rid of both of them" and with that last sentence, everything went to shit.

Haru was free from his grip too, running towards his dad who was still weak on the floor, and just two steps before he could make it to Keigo's arm, a deafening noise filled the room. A gunshot.

Hawks didn't even have the time to scream when his son fell to his arms, blood dripping his shirt.

"Haru!" He said, moving as he could, laying him on his leg as he pulled his bleeding torso to his body "No no no no, you fucking bastards!" A piercing scream left his throat, but the men were already gone. "Baby, baby come on. Look at me, please" he gave little slaps on his cheek, trying to make him open his eyes, while his free hand tried to put pressure on the wound. "Haru I need you to wake up, please my boy come on, stay here" his chin was trembling, tears running wild down his dirty cheeks "Someome help!" Keigo looked around, but it was only him and Haru.

"Dad?" He said weakly. "Where's... Cucum..." He was already slurring his words.

"What? Cucumber, your dino. Right here baby, there" after looking around, he streteched his arm towards the stuffed animal, giving it to Haru.

"Come on chicken wing, talk to me please. We-we gotta go home, to mommy, to your friends, come on" it was impossible to describe Keigo's emotion at thar point. He was broken, more broken than any other man in history.

"Daddy I'm... I'm scared" Haru finally opened his golden eyes, breaking Hawks's heart even more "I'm cold"

"No, no, don't be. It'll be fine I promise I, please I-I will take you home now. Haru? Hey, Haru!" Keigo held him tight against his chest, his mouth wide open but no sounds leaving, just drowned screams full with sorrow. His boy, his precious boy was suffering and there was anything he could do about it. He was about to leave. And he knew it, he fucking knew it. Keigo's lips were on Haru's forehead, whispering words of hope, promises that he was not going to be able to fulfill. Not anymore. His hand was on Haru's head, afraid of let him go. But after short seconds, the green-like dinosaur plushie fell to the floor. Free from Haru's hug. Keigo's throat almost bleeding from the strength of his painful scream, of his cry for help.

And then, he woke up.

Hawks sat abruptly on the bed, cold sweat covering his whole body as his erratic breath kept him unaware of his where being. A comfy bed, natural sun light, smell of cookies, fresh mint, perfume. Home. He was there and he couldn't tell. It was his room, the room he shared with you. Pictures of Haru, you and him were on the night stand and hanging on the wall. His cheeks were still wet, he was crying in his sleep. Keigo got up, the similar pain on his limbs returned, but also did the weight on his back. His wings were there too, big and strong as always. Giving a fuck about the pain, he walked out the room. The hallway that led to the living room was empty, also the bathroom, the guest room and Haru's room. But there was noise coming from the living room. And when he got there? His heart skipped a beat, his shoulder resting on the wall when he lost his balance.

"Daddy you're awake!" Haru said happily, setting his dino book aside. "I will call mommy, she said I should call her when you-" Keigo interrupted him. He had walked towards him when he was still talking, and kneeling on the floor he hugged the kid tighter than ever. "Uhm, are you ok?" Haru asked with curiosity. "You're sweating! Maybe you have a fever, I gotta call-"

"I'm fine, my chicken wing" a sob, followed by a smile "I'm better than ever" gaining distance, Keigo cupped Haru's face in both hands "I'm just very, very happy to see you" He laughed just a bit, combing his hair and kissing his forehead. He pulled him in again, his hand caressing Haru's hair. And then it hit him. He was on a mission, and a wanna be villain with a strong quirk disabled him and made Hawks fell to a rooftop, hitting his head and vanishing. Everything was a dream, a nasty dream.

"Did you have an ugly dream? I have those sometimes too" Haru said, trying to look at his dad, whom nodded.

"I did. It was, uhm... A very ugly one" Keigo tried to smile, reassuring his kid that now he was fine. He got free from his grip and ran to grab his plushie.

"Here! You can hug cucumber, I hug him everytime when I have ugly dreams" Haru smiled widely, giving Hawks his most precious item.

"Thank you, chicken nugget" Keigo hug the plushie and kissed it's head, but then placed it on the couch. "Wanna eat some fried chicken, and a huuuge milkshake? Whadaya' say" again he didn't even care about his pain, he grabbed Haru by the waist so he could lift him in his arms. "We can even call mommy and tell her to leave the agency earlier, sounds good?"

"Yes!!" Haru raised his arms in victory "can cucumber have a milkshake too?"

"He can have two milkshakes" Keigo kissed his cheeks, making the child clap in joy. "Hey, kid" this time, Haru tilted his head, showing he was paying attention and that, at the same time, he was curious "I love you. So, so much. Never forget that, ok? I will always protect and take care of you, got it? You're my chicken wing, I love you," a kiss on his temple, "I love you" another on his forehead.

"I wub you too, daddy! And Cucumber loves you as well" Haru smiled widely, giving Hawks's heart the peace he needed.

"Yeah, there's love for him too" Keigo laughed and started walking towards the kitchen "Now, let's order some food and call mommy, ok?" Haru held tightly to his father's neck, resting his cheek on his shoulder. And Keigo? Keigo held him with all of his strength. He was not leaving his baby boy. Never, never in a million years.

#hawks x reader #hawks headcanons #mha hawks #my hero academia hawks #hawks #hawksbnha #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #keigo x y/n #bnha keigo #keigo takami imagine #keigo takami mha #keigo takami #takami keigo x reader #mha takami keigo #takami keigo #Spotify

[oneoftheextras]

treasure | dragon!hawks

dragon!hawks x reader

masterlist  | tip jar

from the kinktober requests: “Could I request Tombstone, Peach, and 2 :D″

tombstone - hawks (keigo takami), peach - dragon, 2 - submissive

warnings: 18+, kidnap (if you squint), yandere characteristics, breeding kink, unprotected, choking & general sin

“I’m sorry, you know we have no choice” your father said as he stroked a stray hair out of your face, you whipped your face as far away from him as you could, the thought of him touching you made you feel disgusted.

The people who you used to call family, the members of your own village, had tied you to a wooden table with the strongest rope they had. All because you were of age and unmarried.

“Father please” you pleaded with him, surely he wouldn’t allow them to leave you here in the clearing of the forest - but he turned his back on you as soon as the last knot was tightened.

The village priest had the audacity to stand at the end of the table and raise his hands into the air. “On the night of the full moon, we bring you our offering, she is pure and she is young” he started the mantra. 

Every 3 months this would happen, normally you would watch from the shadows, too ashamed to help or protest. For thousands of years, your small village had been plagued by dragon who would slaughter their livestock and destroy their buildings - that was until your great great grandfather started leaving ‘offerings’ for the beast as a way to appease him.

It started with a few sheep and pigs, which didn’t entirely stop the dragon’s destruction but definitely reduced it. The villagers started leaving other offerings: gold, food, gems, until finally resorting to humans. At first they gave him the elderly, but when that didn’t please him, they started choosing villagers at random.

Through a lot of trial and error they found that the beast stayed away for 2 months when they gave him a younger woman, and when he didn’t show on the night of the 2nd month when one of the herbalist’s virgin daughters was offered up - they realised they could keep him at bay for 3 whole months.

The price was a woman of age that was untouched and unclaimed.

You knew it was risky to refuse the hand’s of the other men in the village, but you’d stupidly thought you were safe by being the daughter of the village chief; oh how wrong you were.

“We give you her willingly in exchange for our livestock and our village” he finished the chant that you had heard so many times, but you never thought you would be hearing it from this angle.

The silence that came next was unbearable, you could hear every bird within the area chirping away, completely oblivious to the scene happening just seconds away from their woodland home. 

Until the chirping stopped. Even the river seemed to hold its breath as the faint thump was heard in the distance.

At first it was subtle, a distant sound that you could have easily mistaken for the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. But then you heard it again, this time it was two thumps, one after the other - and then you felt the wind push past the trees.

Then you saw it.

The power of it’s wings pushed aside the treeline and it’s humungous body blocked out the moonlight, all that could be seen was the shadow of his form.

Your people started to scream and scramble away, not retreating from the scene earlier when they had the opportunity to. The shape came closer and closer until the shadow had a red hue to it.

Almost too quickly, you felt yourself being lifted into the air as your body was ripped from the platform you were bound to, parts of the wood splintering and coming with your limbs.

The drastic change in altitude made your head go woozy but unfortunately, you didn’t manage to pass out, you weren’t that lucky. You watched the trees become a distant blur of green and the faint light of your village disappeared until it looked no brighter than a star in the sky. 

When you reached the beast’s cave, he dumped you on top a pile of fabric, they were a sea of different colours and materials - it felt weird to feel satin on your palms and then silk near your arms.

Instantly, you eyed the small bit of moonlight shining through the cave entrance and you played with the idea of making a run for it, it it weren’t for him heading back in that direction.

His body was even bigger up close, he was covered in huge red scales that were the size of your hand, the patches towards his tail got smaller and smaller the closer it got to the tip. He even had to duck his head slightly to avoid scraping it against the roof of the cave that was easily the size of a 4 floor building.

Every step he took shook the ground with his claws scratching again the cold stone. He balanced on his back legs and pushed a huge bolder in front of the only light source you had, and sealing your escape route.

The thumping started again as you fell the vibrations get harder and louder as, you assumed, he made his way towards you. Then they stopped, you held your breath as you waited for any audible indication of where he was.

“Are you frightened, little bird?” you heard a human voice say followed by the sound of a match being struck. The sudden light made you squint, but when you saw a blonde man with golden eyes standing in front of you lighting a portable torch.

You cautiously glanced around the area trying to locate the scaled beast, but it had seemingly disappeared. The blonde man eyed you for a while, smirked, and then used the torch he was holding to light a few hanging lanterns that were attached to the walls of the cave.

Once the room was illuminated enough for you to see the man fully, you realised where the dragon went. On his back were a pair of huge red wings, they were scaled just as the creature’s were. This man somehow had the ability to transform from a huge mythical being into what almost fooled you into being a normal human man.

He seemed to relish in the fact that you weren’t able to answer his question due to being so stunned at his appearance.

“Keigo” he said, extending his hand out to you as though he wanted to shake your hand. “That’s my name” he clarified as though he was just saying the word for no reason.

Taking his hand in yours, you noticed how the red scales continued to travel in patches up his arms and hands.

“Are you going to eat me? you quivered, as soon as you finished your sentence he erupted into a fit of laughter. “Why would I eat you?” he asked back, extinguishing the torch he was holding with a strong breath. Trying to avoid eye contact, you attempted to explain yourself, “That’s what you’ve done to the other women, haven’t you?”

Again, the room filled with his laughter, “God no!” he spat out, taking a moment to brush the dirt off of his bare shoulders - it must have attached itself to him when you were flying. “Human’s have hardly any meat on their bones, it would be more effort to eat you than it’s worth” he casually explained as though being told what its like to eat humans was a normal conversation.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by the assumptions you were making. “Where are they?” you bravely asked and he turned his body towards you, “I let them go” he shrugged as though it was nothing.

Starting is ascension up the mound of fabric, you noticed that he was completely naked. It made sense. He wasn’t wearing any clothes when he was a dragon, so why would be be wearing any now.

Averting your eyes quickly, you felt your cheeks heating up, “They deserved a better life than to be traded away for a few sheep” he displayed a displeased frown, you had never thought of it that way.

“Are you going to let me go?” you asked hopeful, you would be able to return to your family and explain to the village what you’ve seen. “Oh no” his frown turned into a smirk as he crouched down in front of you. If you were being honest, it was hard not to watch the thing that was dangling in between his thighs.

Then his words hit you, “What? Why?!” you asked, panic setting back in again, his hand came up to graze your chin, you were too frightened to pull away but were surprised at how soft his fingers were. “I like you” he smiled, and that was the only explanation he gave. 

Using the hand that was already under your chin, he pulled your face up to meet his and gently kissed your lips, it was quick and delicate - in no way you thought he would be.

“You’ll stay here with me, mine” he growled the last word as though the dragon inside him was taking over his thoughts, his golden eyes merging and twisting into red reptilian irises, “Got it?” he more told you than asked, but you shook your head in agreement anyway. 

Before you knew it he was on you, his chest pressed flat against yours with only your nightie to separate you, his lips trailing kisses down your neck as his hands drew the outline of your hips.

This was not how you thought tonight was going to go, but you were not complaining; often you found your hands trailing up his sides and brushing against his scaled wings.

It took you by surprise when his hand drifted in between your legs and abruptly push his fingers inside of you. You gasped, not expecting it, he had been so delicate with his kisses that his hand was a complete contrast.

If it weren’t for how turned on you were by his mouth, it would have hurt. Every time he pushed his fingers into you he hit your g-spot which made you moan so loudly that it bounced off the walls of his cave.

But he never let it linger, almost immediately he would drag them to the point where you would feel completely empty again, only to have them attack your spot again.

When you started to whimper because you felt your orgasm quickly approaching did he fully withdraw his digits from you. The cry that left your mouth was shameful.

Hastily, you craned your neck forward to look to where his eyeline had shifted, you watched as he prodded your entrance with the head of his cock, but he was hesitating.

For the first time since all of this started you glanced up to make eye contact with him, but he was already staring down at you. “Ready baby bird?” he asked quietly, waiting for your approval.

Without hesitation, you nodded frantically. Almost the same second you started to nod your head, he shoved himself inside you earning a moan from both of you. Pushing further and further until you could feel the tickle of his hair against your lips, you felt the fabric under your head start to dip.

You opened your eyes slowly and looked towards where you felt the shift in weight to see what his hand had turned into a huge red claw with shiny scales making their way to his elbow - he was starting to lose control of his form.

When he started to move inside of you, you watched as his razor sharp claws dug into the fabric; some of the more delicate pieces started to fray under the pressure.

He gave you time to adjust to him, but you could feel his want to move faster and harder. Almost as a way to encourage him, you wrapped your legs around his waist so he could get a better angle.

Instantly he moved his human hand to your hip so he could stabilise you as he set an unrelenting pace, even before your brain could register the ecstasy it was producing he had already pulled back to ram back into you again.

You could feel your walls pulsating around him, only emphasising how you could already feel every vein of his cock. His clawed-hand drifted from your fabric bed and up to your throat. He gently squeezed, not putting enough pressure to cut off air flow but enough to make your heart race - you could feel the sharpness of his talons against your skin but somehow trusted him not to scratch you.

“You’re mine, my treasure” he growled as he continued to impale you over and over, you held his scaled arm as a way to try and ground you as you unintentionally tensed around him. 

One side of his mouth raised in a cocky smirk “Do you want to cum?” he sarcastically asked, it was obvious from your body language that’s what you wanted. You did your best to nod with his claw wrapped around your throat.

“I’m gunna - need to hear it - Baby Bird” he grunted in between words, he was clearly close too. “P-Please” you barely squeaked out, “What was that?” he pretended that he didn’t hear you. “Please, Keigo!” you loudly yelled, you didn’t need to wait for his permission, you couldn’t hold onto it anymore.

You unconsciously gripped his cock with your walls as you moaned through your own orgasm. He continued to push himself past your tight muscles “I’m gunna cum” he groaned underneath the noises you were making “I’m gunna fill you up until your human body can’t take it anymore” he growled, his primal side taking over.

“I’ve been waiting years for them to give you to me, waiting for you to carry my chicks” he confessed through pants, but his sentence was cut off by a somewhat animalistic roar as you felt his cock convulse and release his cum into you. It was almost enough to make you orgasm a second time.

After a couple of moments, he withdrew himself from you and nuzzled down into the blanket nest beside you. He pulled you close to him so his chest was against your back.  Maybe being the village sacrifice wasn’t so bad. 

#hawks #mha keigo takami #keigo takami #hawks x reader #dragon hawks #dragon hawks x reader

[league-of-thots]

The Bee’s Knees

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

A/N: pretty happy with how this turned out! pretty nasty though so please read the warnings carefully. thanks @lady-bakuhoe for checking it over!

(sorry for double post it got fucked up on mobile :/)

Warnings: Smut, gun play, violence, dub-con, oral

taglist: @ikinabi, @redbeanteax, @marilla-eldriana, @kittykatkrissa

You’d always had a bit of a boring life. While your friends had been out at speakeasies and dancing with men and woman through the night, you’d had to take care of your little sewing shop. Repairing and making fine clothing you couldn’t afford wasn’t what you’d choose to do if you could, but it was what you had to do to keep yourself fed and safe.

You lived in a decent part of town, although that didn’t stop you from hearing gunshots every few nights between the law and the mafia. But then again, nowhere was completely safe from the mafia, especially with the bosses at the helm now. All of them were young, violent and eager to expand their territory and prove their worth, and the state of the city and surrounding areas were proof of that. But, nothing bad ever really happened to you, so you often ignored it and did what you wanted on your own time.

However, one day your entire life changed just from simply meeting Katsuki Bakugou, one of the new mafia bosses who’d come to power recently.

It had been a normal Tuesday night, except for the fact that you’d ran out of bread. Something so simple and you- albeit annoyed- went to the store despite it already being night. Getting there and getting your bread had been simple, it was getting home that had changed your life.

On a shortcut to get back to your little shop and home as quick as possible, you passed into an alleyway. Where you happened to run into three people, a blonde with his suit all messed up, someone with bright red hair and a lanky black haired man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Oh my god- they were all standing around a bloody and beaten body. You drop your purse in surprise and they all turn around sharply to face you. Not caring that you’d be leaving behind money and belongings, you run as fast as you can the opposite way, trying to get to a main street.

You hear them yelling behind you, telling you to stop but all you can think of is that they’re criminals, worst case they’re mafia, and you need to get away.

But they’re bigger, faster and stronger than you are. The red haired one catches up to you first, and he grabs your arm before you can get more than a block away. You try to scream, but as soon as your mouth opens up, his large hand prevents you from screaming and breathing too. You can hear them muttering about what they should do with you as your air supply is completely depleted and you start to black out.

You return to consciousness in perhaps the worst way possible, your headache from being choked out being exaggerated by the really loud yelling coming from a new man in front of the three you’d seen in the alleyway. You shake your head a little as you get your bearings and realize there's duct tape covering your mouth, and ropes tying your limbs to the chair you’re sat on. You begin screaming but the sound is muffled as because of the restraint covering your lips.

Two of the three glance back in your direction which seems to anger the leader who snaps in their faces and starts to yell at them.

“So you accidentally killed the mark instead of subduing them, and on top of that brought back some fucking worthless extra that now I have to find out what to do with. YOU’RE ALL MORONS. GET OUT!”

The three scurry out of the office and he kicks over a stray chair, cursing loudly and sitting behind his desk. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of him. Despite your fear and the obvious lack of self restraint and loud anger he exhibits, you notice he’s gorgeous and has a way of speaking that seems to draw people and energy towards him.

“What are you looking at extra? Hah?” He snaps at you. You just look at him wide eyed and shake your head, showing that you don’t mean anything by it. He snorts and rolls his eyes, and goes back to his paperwork.

You feel incredulous and can’t believe that, after all the fuss he just pulled he straight up ignores the fact that he has a live human captive in his office. You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to get out of here? Your fear was starting to disappear and in its place annoyance was quickly surging up. You were tired, needed to sleep and had to wake up early tomorrow to get your shop in order. Yet you couldn’t even speak to the man because of the tape across your mouth. So you decide to grab his attention, and the first step of that was making as much noise as you could through the gag. Which unfortunately, wasn’t much. He didn’t even spare you a glance.

So you decided to make a larger uproar, and start shaking on your chair - which was great for making noise, however for staying upright, not so much. You clatter to the floor with a loud crash and let out a grunt of pain as your head hits the floor, your vision a bit blurry.

“What the fuck are you doing? Seriously?” The man in charge yells and starts stomping towards you and you wince in fear as he approaches. He pulls you and the chair upright by a firm grip on your hair, close to your scalp. At this point you’re crying from pain and a little bit of fear and embarrassment. “What do you want?” he asks, even though you can’t answer. You just look up to him with watery eyes, fucking helpless in the current situation..

He curses a bit looking at you, “You know I should just get this over and done with and kill you.” he says, almost conversationally. “You saw something you shouldn’t have and I need to tie up the loose ends of my business. Can’t be on top if we’ve gotten ratted out by a little lady y’know.” His grin is sharp, it reminds you of a wolf. Despite the situation and how close you are to death, you can’t help but be aroused by both his determined attitude and gorgeous features.

Suddenly he rips off the tape gagging you, and you let out a sob in response to the quick pain that burns around your mouth. “If you’re going to kill me, why are you playing around with me so much?” you ask, a little confused.

He just lets out a laugh. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve even been around an upstanding lady such as yourself? Your reactions to things are so refreshing, everything's new and terrifying for you.”

You can hear your heart hammering in your throat as he pulls a pistol out of his pocket and holds it up to your forehead. Your eyes cross as you desperately try to keep the muzzle in sight, even if you know that it won’t make a difference.

“I promise I won’t say anything to anyone! I just don’t want to die, I have friends, I have a job, please, please don’t kill me!” You start pleading with him and straining against the restraints on your arms and wrists, crying because these could be the last few moments of your life.

He cocks his head to the side, emotionless, staring down at you from above - the light from a lamp hits his face as it turns, lighting up his blood-red eyes. When he smiles you feel as if you’ve already signed off on your death sentence, until he starts laughing so hard he has to bend over. It’s an ugly cackle but you’re too shocked at the rapid switch in behaviour to do or say anything about it.

“Oh my god- this is actually a great opportunity, I didn’t even think about it really, but - yeah alright. I’ll give you a choice, what’s your name?” he doesn’t wait for a response. “You let me use you how I please right now or die.”

What kind of choice did you have really? This was your only chance to see another sunrise, to see another normal day.

“Alright.” you get out, the word sounding sad and broken as it leaves your lips. At your agreeance, he backs off to his desk, placing the pistol down and opening a few drawers until he finds what he’s looking for. Out he pulls a wooden case. Inside another pistol, but this one is clean, more delicate looking and has a longer muzzle. He pulls some bullets from the case that it was in and loads the gun, one at a time, making eye contact with you.

What could he be doing with that? You think as he slowly walks towards the chair where you’re tied up, eyes stuck on his. He shoves the muzzle into your face.

“Open up sweetheart, this will go easy or fucking hard depending on your actions.” he smirks poking your lips with the barrel. You feel your teeth cutting against your lips as you resolutely close them. You aren’t going to give him the satisfaction of making this easy for him.

At least that’s what you think until you feel a blooming pain on the side of your cheekbone, the bastard had pistol whipped you and your mouth fell open in a scream. You feel something cold and metal shoved deep into your throat and you gagged harshly.

“I said, fucking OPEN bitch.” he seethes, shoving the gun deeper and you feel your air supply drastically restricted. “Now be a good girl and suck the gun off, my trigger finger is a bit itchy today.”

Sobbing in embarrassment, you begin to bob your head up and down the gun, shaking in fear. You close your eyes rather than have to look at the sick fascination on the man’s face as he sees you work the gun. You know he’s getting hard because of this and as much as you hate the situation you can feel your arousal growing knowing that he’s likely going to fuck you well.

A few minutes pass, the only sounds being wet noises as you blow the gun, the metallic taste of steel taking over your mouth and combined with your fear, making you want to vomit.

“Enough.” he says suddenly, and you drop your mouth open and take deep breaths trying to steady yourself as he takes it out. You open your eyes and feel your heartbeat race as he pulls out a knife in his left hand. You flinch as he brings it to your lower half, but instead of cutting into you, he instead uses it to rip through all your clothing and tears it off. He smirks as he looks at your cunt quivering as the cool air hits it.

“What’s this? Have you been hiding your enjoyment through your tears?” he leans down putting his face near yours and the gun beside up to your head as his fingers ghost across your lower lips. You bite your lip, you’re not allowing yourself to feel pleasured by this. He sees the determination in your eyes and smiles, always excited for any challenge that crosses his path.

He knows he always wins of course.

You feel him enter a calloused finger into your pussy, the slight stretch making you take a sharp breath as he moves it in and out, occasionally curling the digit. Against your will, your body responds to him, hips moving as much as they can while you’re restrained. When he deems you ready, he adds a second in, scissoring them to open you up. His thumb plays with your clit and you let out small whimpers as you feel your core heat up and start to tighten.

“You like me playing with your pretty pussy, don’t you? No matter how much you try to deny it, I can feel you tightening around my fingers, and I can see your eyes start to dilate.” as much as you want to shout that he’s wrong, you know he’s write. You’re not sure if you hate him or yourself more in that moment.

He suddenly pulls his fingers out and looks at you as you whine needily. “Wanna be full again? I have the perfect idea.” he puts the gun on a hook as he takes out the knife again and cuts the restraints on your arms. Immediately you reach to claw at any bit of him you can reach, but he grabs your hands and lets out a tsk in disappointment.

“I thought you were smarter than that. Guess we’re doing this the hard way.” he manages to hold your wrists together in one hand as he gives you a strong backhand across your face with the other, dazing you. Blearily, you realize he’s tied your two wrists together and cut off your leg restraints. He puts your tied arms behind his head and lifts you with one arm, as he picks up the gun once again and brings you to sit on his lap in his large leather desk chair.

He leans back with a self satisfied sigh as he moves his legs to spread yours further apart, watching as some of your juices drip out of your cunt.

“I want you to listen very carefully,” he says lowly, his voice a growl in your ear that makes you shiver. “What’s going to happen is that I’m going to put this pretty loaded gun up your pussy, and you’re going to get yourself off. If you can’t do that within a couple minutes, I might get impatient and pull the trigger. Got it, sweetheart?”

What else can you do but nod? You have no idea if you can even get yourself off only on penetration with the fear holding you stiff, but if you want to live you’re going to have to do it somehow. You clench in surprise as the cool metal is ruthlessly shoved into you without warning, letting out a moan.

His eyes are on you as you gradually start moving your hips into the gun, feeling it reach deep. His wrist moves in time with your movements, helping you out a bit. You try and force out the entire situation and the fear from your mind, focusing on the sensations. The cool metal providing you some sharp pleasure as you pump yourself up and down the muzzle.

You whimper as you start grinding down faster feeling one of the ridges on the weapon hit your clit every time you bring yourself down on it. You lose track of everything as you shut your eyes and lean your head into the man’s neck. He smells almost as good as he looks and you just let yourself go, losing track of time. You enjoy the sensations and soon enough you bring yourself to the edge.

You can hear yourself whimpering and cum with a shout, your juices flowing down the metal and onto his hand. You open your eyes after feeling spent, as he takes the gun out and sends it clattering onto the table. Making eye contact with you, he lewdly slurps the juices from his hand into his mouth.

“Sweeter than I thought. What a good girl you are for doing it right.” He says stroking your face rather condescending. “Now it’s my turn.”

He unbuckles his belt and shimmies them down as he stands up holding you in his arms. He then drops you onto his cock without warning, as you scream from pain and pleasure as he fills your needy cunt. 

He chuckles, the sound much deeper than before. “That’s right I want to fucking hear you scream, better yet I’ll give you a name to scream out. Katsuki Bakugou.”

He lifts you almost off his cock and slams you down again, thrusting as you come down making you see stars. Soon you’re only crying his name out as you card your fingers through his hair and tug as you lose sense of everything else but the feeling of his cock in you. 

“You take my cock so fucking well sweetheart, I haven’t even found a whore this good.” He practically cackles, speeding up his pace as he chases his own release. He slams your back onto the desk and you howl as your back arches, the pleasure he’s giving you covering up the pain of your body being banged up.

You cum shouting out his name, clamping down on his cock as he releases his load deep into you and takes heaving breaths.

He pulls out and lifts your arms over his head as he gets his clothing back on and straightens out his shirt. You want to move, run, get away, but you can’t bring yourself to even move. The most you can do is blink the tears out of your eyes and blearily look up to him. 

“So now I can go right?” You ask, your voice shaking. “You said I could live if you fucked me.”

He just laughs. “I said you could live, I didn’t say your were leaving sweetheart.”

You wail as your heart drops and you realize just how utterly fucked you are.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #tw: dubious consent #tw: violence #tw: gun play #smut #jays writes

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Duality - Chapter Four (The Meddling of the Undead is a Pain in my Side)

The hull was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Kaos held his breath as the footsteps came to a stop, followed by the quiet clinking of keys in the lock. He heard the distinctive click of the lock, then watched as the latch turned excruciatingly slow, the door creaking open at the same pace. The more the door swung open, the more ghastly features Kaos began to make out. A lanky figure with bony limbs, translucent skin plastered to his features like a soaked cloth. Kaos felt his stomach drop. He would have recognized that hunk of reanimated junk anywhere. The pilot of the ship itself, Ezio. Kaos had to admit, he had had far too many run-ins with Ezio, to the point where he could recognize the undead pilot by scent alone. Ezio had learned to recognize Kaos’ handiwork almost immediately, making it extremely hard for him to get away with anything the moment Ezio got involved. Even if Kaos looked the slightest bit conspicuous, it was always Ezio who ushered him off to the cockpit to keep a close eye on him.

Ezio shambled into the room, turning their gaunt face around as they surveyed the surroundings. Their beady eyes came to rest on Kaos, staring straight through him, before turning away as they walked further in. Kaos trailed his gaze down to the device they held in their hand, a tranquilizer; the kind he saw his father use all too often when hunting beasts like slobberwarts or rogue lava golems that wandered onto the property.

“Alrighty, who’s the bugger who's messin' with me ship?!” Their voice carried a heavy Irish accent, waving the tranquilizer to punctuate their words.

Kaos held back a yelp as Glumshanks ducked down, pulling him with him, his body twisting to lay flushed with the floor. Ezio’s head whipped around, their body following. They took a step towards the duo, bony fingers fumbling to grab a lantern that hung off their hip.

“Stay still,” Kaos whispered, moving his arm carefully so he could hold onto Glumshanks’ hand. “If we don’t move they can’t see us”

“That only works for Fire Vipers,” Glumshanks whispered back. “I’m pretty sure that’s not a-”

“Just trust me Glumwad.”

Glumshanks pursed his lips, scrunching his eyes closed. Kaos held his breath, watching Ezio’s shadow creeping closer and closer. He watched it sway there for a moment before slowly moving back, a silent sigh escaping his mouth.

“H-How-”

“Trust me, Ezio’s blind as a Sugarbat,” Kaos muttered, slowly trying to sit up, as to not make a sound. “Unless he’s finally gotten some glasses, we should be fine as long as we’re quiet.”

Kaos peered over the box they were huddled behind, watching Ezio shuffle around the hull, tranquilizer grasped in one skeletal hand and lantern outstretched in the other. It was a miracle how someone as blind as them managed to not crash the ship on every trip, but they seemed to have luck (or at least memory) on their side. That given, they would need to have their crooked nose pressed up against one of the trolls to see them as anything more than a misshapen blob of background noise. Only proving that point was the fact that they were staring directly at the trolls in question, who were as still as statues, clutching the battering ram in mid swing. Kaos could tell Zhoark was struggling not to sneeze all over his likesized brothers, who were both too wrapped up in staying still to notice. Thropp seemed to be the calmest of the group, aside from the frantic darting of his gaze. It would have been amusing if he wasn’t stuck in the exact same situation.

“Come out wherever you are, you bilge rat!” Ezio rattled.

“They’re…” Kaos noticed Glumshanks raise an eyebrow as he spoke, gears grinding in his mind.

“An Irish pirate, yes.”

“Why…?”

Kaos shrugged, looking back to the undead in question, who had begun to circle back around. They grumbled under breath, masking Kaos and Glumshanks’ whispers for the moment. If the two of them could deal with the ropes, they could make a break for the door, but one wrong move and they’d be caught. Tranquilizer pressed against either of their heads and cover blown. Kaos squinted, trying to think, listening to the rhythmic pattering of Ezio’s skeletal feet, picking up on a soft squelching noise every few steps…

“I have a plan.” Kaos looked over to Glumshanks, grinning, only for Glumshanks to frown back.

“Does this one involve ear-piercing shrieking and nearly getting killed by my brothers too.”

“Of course not, fool,” Kaos rolled his eyes. “Don’t you worry a ginger hair on that head of yours. I’m great at getting out of tight situations. It’s in the job description.”

Before Glumshanks could ask ‘what job description’, Ezio stepped on the remnants of the speaker with a crunch, causing them to fire the tranquilizer on reflex. The dart whizzed around the room, rebounding off of pipes before lodging itself into the side of a crate, narrowly missing Kaos’ face. He stared at the dart, stiff as stone, before letting himself relax at the sound of Ezio’s pacing resuming. Slowly lowering himself behind the box, Kaos began fiddling with the ropes, nudging Glumshanks to help him with them.

“Please don’t make me regret trusting you,” Glumshanks muttered.

“Of course not, my green-skinned friend,” Kaos smiled, “You’re in good hands. Now, if we could deal with this rope situation, I’m losing feeling in my arms.”

Unlike last time, the ropes didn’t seem like they were budging. After wasting longer than Kaos was comfortable with, the two had given up, simply deciding to continue on while dealing with the restraints in place; which, given the height difference between them, was proving to be quite the venture. Glumshanks crept along as quietly as he could, following the trail of viridescent slime, per Kaos' instructions. One step after the other, Kaos hanging from his back like a human shaped backpack. He watched Ezio pacing, stopping every moment or so to sniff the air and readjust his tranquilizer.

"I-I think I found it," Glumshanks whispered after a moment, leaning over one of the crates, peering into the inky shadows. Just out of sight, the two could hear the creature squelching, the smell of rotting meat wafting up from the cesspool it had surely created of its own leakage. Kaos wrinkled his nose, the smell reaching him even from there, grabbing him by the nostrils and forcing its way into his olfactory senses. He couldn't imagine what Glumshanks was dealing with, staring down the barrel of the stench itself.

"See if you can get your arm free," Kaos spoke, craning his neck to try to peer over, to see if he could spy the modeled green lump of sludge itself.

He felt Glumshanks starting to shift his arm, slowly pulling it free. It was clear the way the rope had been tied, the bonds around Glumshanks were looser, his brothers probably expecting him not to put up as much of a fight. If only they had expected the same of Kaos. Kaos frowned, his mind starting to wander as he felt Glumshanks shift his weight, leaning down further over the edge of the crate. What if this didn't work? It was a shot in the dark, Kaos knew that for certain, but it was the only thing he could think of. But what if he was overthinking? What if this was only digging his grave deeper? Not only his, but Glumshanks' too. Sure, Kaos knew the most that would happen to him was a strict talking to down in the cockpit, before he was handed off to his teachers for the same lecture, then the principal. Then the same conversation all over again from his mother (a night in the dungeon following if his discretion was dire enough). But Glumshanks, what would happen to him? Would he just get a talking to, too? Would he get thrown overboard? What would his brothers do to him? Kaos paused… why did he care? The two had met barely twenty minutes ago, so why was he suddenly so worried for the lanky troll?

"Should I just… Grab it? Kaos?"

"Oh, uh. Yeah. Yeah, try to grab it."

Kaos scrunched his eyes closed, pushing the thoughts from his mind. This would work. It had to. He held his breath as Glumshanks reached down slowly, his fingers breaching the stringy nest of sludge the creature had strung. The smell shot out like a punch to the face, causing the troll to coil back, struggling to keep his lunch down. The creature squeaked from inside, starting to try to wriggle away. Kaos shushed Glumshanks in a panic, Ezio having turned in their direction, squinting. Glumshanks took a deep breath, then dived back in, feeling around the slick nest for the creature that was trying to slink further behind the boxes. Glumshanks grasped at it in a panic, just barely grabbing ahold of its wrinkled flesh. Before the duo knew what was happening, the blob began to shriek. Glumshanks tightened his grip on it as it began to thrash around. Glumshanks stumbled back, alarm bells ringing in his brain. They needed to go, now. Ezio whipped around, pointing the tranquilizer in their direction, finger on the trigger. Kaos kicked his legs in a panic, signalling for Glumshanks to start going, the troll taking a moment to break from his shock and rush towards his brothers. BANG! The tranquilizer fired, just barely missing the duo. Glumshanks bolted past Ezio, nearly crashing into them, before locking eyes with Throop. BANG! Another dart rebounded off the wall as Glumshanks chucked the wad of living slime at his brother, Kaos praying to the Benevolent Ancients that Glumshanks' aim was better than his own. The squealing slug splatted right smack dab in the center of Thropp's misshapen features. Glumshanks wheeled around, quickly getting out of the way as Thropp began to scream, almost as high pitched as the slug itself, the battering ram falling from his grasp as his hands flew to his face, trying to wrench the blob off; leaving the others to try to balance the three trunk sided weapon. Kaos had to stop himself from bursting into laughter, a giddy grin crossing his features. Eizo whipped around again, their attention grabbed by the sudden new sound. Kaos couldn't begin to think how confused the undead creature was, but hopefully that played to their advantage.

"Seems like we might 'ave a wee lass lost down 'ere," Ezio lowered the tranquilizer, keeping the lamp outstretched. "So sorry, lass, did nay mean to startle ye. A lot o' strangeness goin' on this 'ere trip."

The battering ram thudded to the ground; Zhoark, Haldir and Ascral losing grip on it almost immediately after their commander let go. Thropp stumbled back against the nearly buckled wall, squealing as he struggled to wrench the creature from his features, before he mindlessly wheeled forward. The three others chased after him, trying to guide him away from the pilot, to no avail. The towering troll came crashing down on top of Ezio, the tranquilizer going off in the moment, the dart lodging itself in Thropp's beefy arm. If it was up to Kaos, he probably would have lingered in the moment, letting himself enjoy the pure chaos unfolding before him, but Glumshanks didn't seem to be enjoying it quite as much. The troll crept quickly towards the stairs, checking the door to make sure it was still unlocked before pulling it open and quickly running up the stairs. Kaos watched the scene slip around the corner, the three other trolls haphazardly trying to pull Thropp to his feet, while also aiming attacks at the slime latched onto his face. Thropp slurred something about 'betrayal' and 'the audacity of it all' before his voice faded into a drug-induced slumber. The two emerged up onto the deck, the mundane bustle of the other kids offering quite a good cover for them, the duo only receiving one or two odd looks. Luckily, no one cared enough to press further than that. Kaos directed Glumshanks to the corner he usually inhabited, the two collapsing to the ground. Kaos finally let himself laugh, kicking his feet in glee. Glumshanks could only manage a shaking smile and a few chuckles. It was frazzled, but genuine, the smile filling Kaos' chest with a warm fluttering he couldn't quite shake. After a bit, Kaos heard the door to the lower hull creak open, Ezio immerging with the trolls in tow, chewing their ears off - Thropp dragged along in a tranquilized stupor, the others simply following behind with heads hung low. By the looks of it, Ezio merely assumed they were misbehaving students, which was probably for the better.

"We never properly introduced ourselves, did we." Kaos mentioned, looking over his shoulder as Glumshanks fumbled with his free hand, trying to untie the ropes now that they weren't under pressure.

"I don't think we did, no."

"Well, now's a better time than ever." Kaos smiled. "The name's Kaos. Kaos Horvitz. I'd shake your hand if I wasn't, eh, occupied at the moment."

Glumshanks chuckled, finally managing to relax a bit. "Glumshanks. Just Glumshanks."

"Trolls don't have last names?"

"We do. I just don't use mine."

"Well, just Glumshanks, it's quite the pleasure to meet you."

The ropes thudded to the floor, the blood rushing back into Kaos' limbs. Kaos rubbed his forearms, then looked back at Glumshanks with a grin. The troll returned his smile, making Kaos' chest tighten. It felt like someone had lit a fire under his heart, warm and bubbling, a sensation he hadn't felt in quite some time. Friendship.

The ship lurched to a stop, the sputtering of the engine fading out. Kaos looked up from his hands, having been fiddling with a chunk of slime coated rope to pass the time between conversation topics. The ramp lowered onto the school dock, students starting to board off the ship with no regard for one another. Kaos looked over as Glumshanks got to his feet, offering a hand to help Kaos up. The small human took it, grinning. He readjusted his scarf, then reached for his backpack.

His backpack. His backpack was still downstairs.

Glumshanks saw the color fade from Kaos' face, the troll soon realizing what was missing.

"Do you want me to come with you? To get it?"

"What?" Kaos looked up. "No no, of course not. I'll be able to slip down and get it lickity split." He paused. "...what're you gonna do?"

"I'll probably find my brothers. We'll hitch a ride back on a balloon or something." He scratched the back of his head, looking to the side. "We've got time… but you should probably hurry."

"...keep in touch?"

Glumshanks looked back to the tiny human, the two locking eyes, the murmur of students fading away as they shuffled off the ship. The troll smiled softly. "I'll try. But trust me, I'll never forget you. You're unforgettable, Kaos."

Kaos beamed, showing his sharp little teeth. He rummaged around in his pocket before pulling out a self-filling quill (one he had picked up on vacation). He grabbed Glumshanks’ hand, jotting down a string of numbers onto his forearm before stepping back, slipping his hands into his pockets. He hesitated, then waved, before turning and running back towards the stairway. He looked back over his shoulder and watched Glumshanks heading down the ramp, waiting to make sure he got down okay before heading down the stairs. Step after step, heartbeat after heartbeat, thoughts lingering in the back of his mind. Kaos made his way into the hull once more, propping the door open to make sure he wasn't locked out, before heading over to where he had spilled the contents of his bag out onto the floor. Kaos lingered on the broken speaker, the trail of noxious slime, the debt in the hull and the battering ram left haphazardly in its wake. Kaos crouched down, gathering up his things with sweeping motions. Books of texts and sketches, loose sheets of paper, undeveloped polaroid photos and his lunch box. Even the shattered lightbulb from remote. Kaos scooped everything up in his arms, shoving into the awaiting maw of his bag, his mind wandering. That little adventure was the start of something big, he could feel it. Struggling to zip his bag back up, Kaos smiled. What a fitting start to a day such as this. Kaos swung his backpack over his shoulder, getting to his feet, dashing back up the stairs. Today was going to be a blast.

Literally.

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OMG Part 4: Games - Seunghee

"Hi Seunghee, this is unexpected, but it's nice to meet you!" you say as you take off the blindfolds. You are greeted by the face of Oh My Girl's vitamin, but her usually cheerful face is now one that is flushed red and wracked with pleasure. Her eyes are unfocused, trying to grasp what is going on right now, her pink hair partially obscuring her view.

"A p-pleaSURE!" her tone gones up a pitch as you run a hand up and down her body. Her small petite body is naked and on full display for you, each limb tied up to a corner of the bed with some rope, a vibrator in her pussy. Her chest heaves as she writhes under your gaze, her flat abs quivering as the vibrator continues working in her pussy. You look down at a neatly trimmed bush, leading to her pussy that is absolutely dripping, coating her thighs with her fluids, and her toned calves that tense up the moment you put your hands on her.

"So, Binnie wanted me to show you a good time, so let's make you feel good."

"Please!" Seunghee sounded desperate, trying to aim her hips towards you for easy access, but where would be the fun in that?

"No no, I know you're good at games, so let's play a few games shall we? I'm going to put the blindfold back on." you hear her whine as you kiss her on the cheek before wrapping the blindfold over her eyes again.

"The game is simple, I will ask you some yes or no questions, and if you answer them truthfully you can request me to do one thing for you. But if I detect any hesitation or think you're lying, I get to do something to you. How does that sound?"

"Nngh, okay." Seunghee moans her acceptance as the vibrator continues doing a number in her pussy.

"Question 1, did you hear me and Yooa?"

"Yes! Please take the vibrator out of me, it's too much!" she answers instantly, desperate to have a break in pleasure. You knew that to be true, so you slowly pull the vibrator out with a plop, dropping it on the soaked bed.

"Good, question 2, did you cum from listening to us?"

"N-no." She stutters in her reply.

"No? You do know I can see the bed right? It is completely soaked. I think you're lying." with a wicked grin you turn on the vibrator and place it against her clit.

"AAAAAAH!" Seunghee's reaction is immediate, as she orgasms right away, her blindfold multiplying her other senses tenfold. Her back arcs off the bed, her arms and legs straining against the restraint as she has no outlet for her pleasure. Her juices squirt out of her freely, further ruining the bed.

"I will ask again, question 3, was that the first time you came since you heard me and Yooa?"

"I'm sorry, no! Please take the vibrator away!" she answers breathlessly, her body twitching. Satisfied, you remove the vibrator from her clit.

"That's more like it. Question 4, do you want to cum some more?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please untie me!"

"Not the blindfold first? Kinky." you see Seunghee's cheeks get red as she realizes she has forgotten that she is blindfolded due to her pleasure. "I can't untie you all at once, choose an arm or leg."

"Mmm... right arm?" you untie her right arm, massaging her wrist as she winces at finally being released. Her hand goes towards her head, trying to remove her blindfold, but you quickly put a stop to that.

"No no, that would be cheating, you do what I say." you command, and you swear you hear a squelch from her pussy as she shudders at your grip on her arm.

"Question 5, do you like to be bound up normally?"

"Yes, can I take off my blindfold?" you let go and she removes her blindfold, her eyes glossed over in pleasure as she stares at you, eventually resting on the tent in your pants.

"Let me help you with that." she pleads, trying to tempt you.

"No rush, question 6, do you masturbate a lot?"

"I- not *a lot*..."

"I don't believe you, touch yourself, but don't cum." Seunghee whines as her hand immediately roams her body, playing with her nipples before going to her clit, her hips bucking against herself. She bites her lip in an effort to not cum. You quickly stop her before she crosses the line of no return.

"You clearly know what you like. Question 7, do you fool around with your members?"

"Yes, we fuck each other with dildos all the time when masturbation isn't enough. Please untie my other arm?" The dirtiness of her answer was unexpected, but you accept and untie her other arm. She learns from her previous punishment and simply grips the sheets, tense with anticipation of your next question. 

"Question 8, have you ever cum in public?"

"What? O-of course not!" Seunghee's cheeks turn another shade of red, and you notice that when she's lying she doesn't follow her answer up with a request.

"Are you sure?"

"N-no... I masturbate in the car, but sometimes we have to get out before I'm done. I... I get myself off backstage in a bathroom. I came once during a V-App show when Jiho put a remote vibrator in me before we started, but luckily I just pretended I was laughing really hard..."

"How dare you lie to me," you take off your clothes and stick your dick in her face, "suck me off". Desperate to feel you, she grabs your cock with both hands, rubbing them along the length of your shaft as you groan in pleasure. She tentatively takes the tip in her mouth, before slowly putting more of it in.

"Have you not given a blowjob before?" you feel her shaking her head against your cock. "Take more of it in, use your tongue, and definitely no teeth." Seunghee follows your instructions, and you feel her getting more into it as she kisses along your shaft, taking you in and licking your cock with her tongue. Although she's an amateur, she seems to learn quickly. You watch as one of hands drift down towards her pussy, lightly playing with it as she tries to get both you and her off.

"Uh uh, no masturbating by yourself." you back off of her and grab her naughty hand. "I will do it for you." Holding on to her hand you begin using it as a tool to touch her pussy, her lower lips swollen with arousal and her clit engorged, you stroke Seunghee using her own hand, up and down, her hips rocking against herself. You feel no resistance from her, allowing you to direct her hand where you want it to go. Gasps and moans escape her as you help her pleasure herself. You pull her juice-covered hand up to her face, and she sucks on her own fingers greedily.

"Please let me cum? Please?" she is begging you with that cute expression you've seen all the time in variety shows, but her request is anything but cute.

"No, let's play a different game. I will untie you, and you will countdown out loud from 100 to 1 while touching yourself, if you cum before you finish you will have to do what I say, but if you manage to make it to 1 I will do anything you ask, got it?" Seunghee quickly accepts, wanting to be out of her binds.

As you untie her you briefly mention, "Oh, but you have to use the vibrator as well." her eyes widen at the additional requirement, knowing that it has given her so much pleasure, but she can only bite her lip and nod.

You sit across her on the bed, and Seunghee begins counting as her hands roam her body.

"One hundred, ninety nine, ninety eight...haaah" she sighs in pleasure as she begins to count, she grabs her breasts and tweaks her nipples. You remind her of the vibrator, and she obediently begins using them on her tits, the vibrations drawing a high pitch of moans as she enjoys the new sensations. The room is silent, the only sounds being her gasps of pleasure and the whir of the vibrator.

"Seventy five, mmm, seventy four, seventy three, aah..." You sit and gulp at the sight of the ordinarily vibrant and energetic idol being slowly reduced to a quivering mess, her juices pooling at her pussy. Her counts become less and less frequent as she begins moaning more and more. Seunghee teases herself as she runs the vibrator on her thighs and around her pussy, but never on it. Even so her girl cum flows freely as you watch her legs quiver with pleasure. It takes all your willpower not to pounce and fuck her right there as you watch her pale body flush red with pleasure. The moments go by as she pleasures herself further - unconsciously your hand goes down to your dick and you begin stroking yourself, precum forming on the tip.

"Use the vibrator on your pussy."

"Thirty, twenty nine, oooh..... twenty eight, fuck!" she obeys your order and puts the vibrator on her pussy. Her hips rock against it harshly, her pussy having a mind of its own, seeking out more of the vibrations. She rubs it against her clit and slides it into her pussy again. You stroke yourself faster, groaning out loud for her to hear. Seunghee shuts her eyes tightly, both in pleasure and so as to not turn herself on even more as she sees you masturbating yourself. She bites her lips, but they barely contain the moans coming out from her. You can't stand it anymore and begin clambering over to her, her body lay spreadeagled beneath you, her juices leaking from her at an amazing rate, as if she is draining herself completely in front of you. You're not sure if she even senses you above her. Her countdown to her explosion continues unabated - you watch, entranced by her expressive face trembling and twitching with pleasure. You could watch her forever, but it ends in a sudden rush.

"Ten... nine, oh fuck, eight, seven... NO! six, I'm so close! fivefourthreetwoone YES YES YES!! UGHHH I'M CUMMING!" Seunghee wails as her world shatters at "one", her fingers playing with her clit rapidly as she bucks up at you, her pussy clenching and squelching around the vibrator in her. Her mind is blank, all her senses concentrated on the pleasure between her legs, her free hand feeling herself all over. You watch her intently, sweat dripping as you wait for the angel below you slowly come back to earth.

"I-I did it right? I win? I want you to pleasure me, fuck me!" she demands, trying to push herself up and get on top of you. You hold her down, your hands pinning her arms down onto the bed.

"Nope, you cheated. You counted down too fast at the end, you would've cum before "one", you lose."

"Nooo, please? Please..." Seunghee tries to plead her case, her legs kicking and trying to pull you down on her, trying to arc her hips up to meet your cock.

"Now, for my request, I want to ask you one more question, and you must answer honestly, got it?" she nods, nonplussed. She was expecting you to do something to her, some other sort of pleasurable torture, a question was the last thing on her mind.

"Good, question nine. Will you let me fuck you?" Seunghee's unfocused eyes widen in surprise as she processes what you just said. You don't give her a chance to reply as you kiss her deeply, shoving your tongue in her mouth, taking her breath away. She moans a sound of approval as you hug her, showing her reply by wrapping her legs around you. You feel your throbbing cock rub against her lower lips, the both of you moaning at the sensation.

"Yes yes, a thousand times yes, please fuck me, you make me feel so good!"

"Me? You've done everything yourself, but now it's my turn to make you feel good." Seunghee gasps and you feel her getting even wetter as she realizes that you've barely touched her before now. Her hips rock instinctively against you, grinding her pussy on your cock, coating it with all her juices. Your resolve finally breaks as you line your cock up and fill her with a single thrust. You watch with satisfaction as you watch her eyes roll back in her head, before you are forced to shut your eyes in pleasure as well, her hot wet tunnel massaging your cock delightfully.

"AHHH!" she screams as you hump away at her like a man possessed, her mouth hanging open, broadcasting each wave of pleasure you push into her. Her hips rise to meet your every thrust, trying to extract more pleasure from you, helping you build quickly to your orgasm. Her pussy randomly contracts around you as you pump her, giving you jolts of pleasure every time. She is so wet and tight, and all you want to do is to keep shoving yourself into her. Your eyes are open, but you don't register her looking into your eyes in lust, rolling up into her head during every orgasm. You don't know how many times she has cum, but you don't care anymore - all the teasing of her earlier and watching her masturbate already has you on edge, and knowing that the cute and witty girl you see on shows has completely lost herself in pleasure shoots you right off the edge of climax.

"Argh, SEUNGHEE!" you roar as you pull out of her right before you cum. You cum on her, your hips rocking forward at the pleasure. Streams of white cum fly out of your cock, completely glazing her face and pink hair - she's too out of it to care, her body still riding her own waves of pleasure. Your shouts and screams of pleasure die out eventually, leaving only your harsh breaths resonating in the room, two pairs of hands roving over each others' body, trying to prolong your mutual pleasure.

"I hope that lived up to what Binnie said." you remark as you grab some tissues and gently wipe your cum off her face.

"Definitely, that was so intense!" Seunghee wipes some of your cum off herself and puts it in her mouth, evidently liking the taste of it. "Mmm you taste good, next time I want to taste it from the source." You try to help her clean up the rest of it, but the cum in her hair is hard to get out.

"Damn I'll need to wash my hair today."

"Sorry..."

"Don't worry, it was so worth it. But you should go, it's getting late and our manager may be coming back soon with the other members." You quickly dress up and both of you leave the room, Seunghee heading straight for the bathroom to shower. You look around to find Binnie, and you find her waiting for you in the living room.

"God that was so hot, I came so many times listening to the two of you! I'm sure Yooa did too." she brazenly admits to you.

"What? You should have joined in!" you try to draw a reaction from her, your hands wandering her body before being slapped away.

"Stop it! No, I wanted it to be a thing for her, it wouldn't be right if I was there. Thanks for giving her the time of her life." she gives you a quick peck on your cheek before pulling you towards the door.

"I think our manager's coming back soon, I'll hold her up, so wait 5 minutes and then get out..." Binnie hurriedly gives you instructions before rushing out the door.

Not wanting to risk getting caught, you obediently wait the 5 minutes before letting yourself out. The cool night sky is a great contrast to the sweltering hot sex you just had, and you decide to grab a bite to eat after that extended fuck session. While digging into some kimbap you see another text message from her.

"Whew, that was close, I nearly didn't get to them in time. Our manager never suspected a thing! And next time, I want you to do that to me too, or better yet, I want to be there when you do it to someone else, you owe me for ruining my sheets!"

You smile at her perverted text message. You definitely have to make it up to her next time.

AN: I loved that performance of Dolphin, Seunghee looked so gorgeous I had to write her. This temporarily concludes the mini-series for now. I may revisit it when I feel like writing the other members, but I have several other ideas for other idols. Thank you for reading.

#seunghee #ohmygirl #smut

[theholyyuunoaduck]

Reasons why i hate mikaela hyakuya

@gurensangel @chaoticgaymess sorry i know you wanted me to repost your post but its easier just starting my own and making my own hashtag so incase anyone else asks me about this i can just look for the hashtag and send them this

Mikaela is honestly one of those characters i desperately and i mean desperatly tried to love i mean his kid self was so so easy to love and want to protect and hell i cried a shit ton for him and his past his problems everything but the reality is mikaela is a toxic person and here im going to be explaining everything as clearly as i can though im sure that everyone has heard most of these arguments i also have some most people wouldnt even consider

Why is mikaela toxic? Well simply said when you have one person and only one then its obviously going to be an underlying mental health issue now you could say other characters are similar to mikaela within that regard like every other vampire but heres the thing we dont get to see much of the other vampires so im more or less apathetic to those vampires and their actions however in accordance to mikaela we have watched his actions since day one and his chemistry with the rest of the cast of owari no seraph what grinds my gears isnt the fact that mikaela acts with violence and distrust towards everyone but the actions that the rest of the cast have taken towards mikaela and his inability to react differently towards those same exact characters aka shinoa squad

Shinoa squad has never once treated mikaela with prejiduce with agendas or anything of ill will since day one the fact that shinoa basically is the cause of death of many of her comrads during the nagoya arc where mikaela attacks the jida troop (and yes it is a troop considering that after reading pannel after pannel theres upwards to 20 soldiers who the majority of which are equiped with standard blades unlike the protagonists you know basically cannon fodder) but my problem is the fact that in that chapter shinoa instigated their betrayal to save mikaela from the rest of the troops shinoa's life was threatned straight after acknowledging that this could be the last she ever layed eyes on yuichiro by letting mikaela escape with him first threatened by a random soldier and then right after rika inoue and by her superior narumi makoto and shinoa the fucking chad she is just took all the punishment because she knows damn well that it is her fault her comrads died because of her distraction to allow mikaela to escape eating away the precious time guren baught his soldiers to run away and escape and how does mikaela respond? He tells yuu to abandon them it doesnt take a genius to say that betrayal especially to the hiragi family is met with death even if mikaela doesnt understand the rules and regulations of human law i doubt vampire law is much different meaning he knows damn well shinoa could lose her life for betraying the army for his sake and not just shinoa but her entire squad

I already know what youll say "but but mikas a vampire he has no emotions" bullshit absolute pure fucking bullshit of an argument considering the fact yoichis mention of the word family/freinds was cause for pause for mikaela and not just mikaela look at ferid look at crowley theyre all so vibrant and brimming with personality and emotion and i am damn well sure no one disagrees this could just be kagami's writing and forgetting about this plotpoint

The fact that despite this mikaela is a manipulative fucker we all know yuu is a dumbass no one can deny this the fact that mikaela is willing to point his sword towards yuichiro and threaten him his so called beloved speaks volumes about mikaelas ego his straight up ego thinking that he's the only one that could be right after all mikaelas the wisest of the bunch right i mean after all everyone of his other decisions was followed through with outstanding results anyone? Anyone? Thats right not once has the squad or especially yuichiro listend to mikaela and do to that fact everyone is alive and kicking examples? (This is also an example of manipulative mika) Mika: Yuu abandon shinoa because if she's as great as you say us sticking around will only cause her trouble you cannot tell me that isnt mikaela trying to twist yuu's feelings for his family to abandon them because had they listened to mikaela shinoa would have been impaled by the chains kureto produced to awaken the seraph of the end

And almost right after that same situation upon mahiru injuring yuu awakening abadon mikaela high tails and runs away carrying yuu and we actually see a pannel of shinoa squad scrambling for saftey straight up abandoning them again and going so far as to yell that he is yuu's only family despite all the other shit

Alright so lets play into the whole mika doesnt have feelings dont you think that having no feelings would make your sense of judgement all the better? And if so with all the evidence and actions of shinoa squad why in Gods blue earth would he basically act like an actual dick towards shinoa who saved his life risked her life for him as if shinoa is the sole reason yuu is in the prediciment of being possessed by yuu?? Isnt that the least bit infuriating??

On next of we shouldnt listen to mikaela in the same arc again mikaela suggests lets leave shinoa squad to face off against crowley AND FERID with this bullshit of "theyre after us theyll just ignore them" i mean are you kidding me? Ferid the man youve been with for 5 years is going to not have the time of his life killing a bunch of teenagers for the simple fact that if yuu is running away and leaving them.they must not be important to him therefore easy pickings for him

Lets not trust guren after all he's just using you he doesnt care the man loves that boy like as if he was his son and you can argue against me with this some time later but alright lets give mika the benifit of the doubt so obviously in mikas infinit wisdom his set course of action is killing him infront of yuichiro??? Really??? In front of him?? Killing his father infront of yuu man that just speaks volumes about how mikaeala only cares about the feeling he gets with yuu rather than carring about yuu as a person

Imo mika cares about how yuu makes him feel rather than who yuichiro is what do i mean by this? Its simple mika doesnt give a damn what makes yuu happy hell mika would cage yuu up if it ment keeping him safe and alive but is that really living? Its cruelty if i adopt a dog feed it and give it water but never play with it and isolate it thats basically animal cruelty

Anyway back to mika trying to kill guren just right there yuu begs mika to stop and grabs his arm pulling him back and what does mika do? What does he do? He lops off yuu's arm the one that was holding mikaela back from attacking what makes this scene even worse is i had so much hope for mikaeala because the last battle they won mikaela said the thoight of losing his.comrads made him dizzy what happened to him not having feelings? I lived loved loved that statement i imagined uncle mika to yuus kids being the best man to yuus wedding begging to be the one to make the wedding cake so so so so so many au's based off those little words and right after removing yuu's limb from him kimizuki and yoichi step up for guren weapons drawn and mikaela threatens them?!?!?! I mean honestly how fucking hypocritical can you be how big is his fucking ego???

Ill end it with this point because i have work in the morning i Still have another 20 bullet points i want to add but im starting to think i have artheritistis in my hand because my fingers hurt so much but anyway my point being mikaelas character contradicts yui's in an unhealthy way while yuu's character trait is to run towards danger to be a hero mikas is to run from danger its basically a tug of war and the thing is the story so far has actually turned out well for the cast running into danger for yuu made the 6th angels trumpet to grow silent destroying all of the four horsemen monsters and letting humanity take a huge step towards rebuilding but had it been mika's way theyd have run right out of that building never to see it again my point is if someone pulls and runs towards something and another character ties a rope to them and runs the other direction that tension will cause nothing but problems instead of running forward with the protagonist in order to keep them safe and actually contribute into the success of the mission

Also like the hashtags say this is only part 1 because as i said i have to sleep and my hand is killing me i should have done this earlier when i had more energy in order to bring along all the sources like the chapter and page where you can find these exact moments along with photos of said arguments/bullet points

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #yuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiiragi #mikaela shindo #mikaela hyakuya #reasons i hate mikaeal hyakuya part 1

[milkcartonbastard]

You, Me, (Eddie Get Your Foot Out Of My Face!) and Huckleberry Finn Makes Three

Fandom- IT

Pairing- Richie/Eddie.

Warnings- Language warning- mostly because of Richie and Eddie. Fluff to make up for the IT: Chapter Two trauma I'm facing. Long title, I know. The only spoiler is the hammock, honestly. 

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   Ms. Jeffords. The most annoying teacher in school- so of course Richie had been placed in her AP English class for the year. Ms. Jeffords, who was a short and round woman with the face of a horse, was going out of her way to load the "smart kids" down with homework. Read four chapters of this! Write an essay about that! I want your testicles on my desk tied neatly in a bow by the end of the class! All Richie wanted to do was hang out with the Losers- not do homework in the corner like a nerd. 

   But Richie cared about his grades, sadly, because they were his only hope of getting out of Derry. He needed good grades for a scholarship, just like the rest of his friends (except for Stan and Bill, who were riding on their baseball skills as well as their grades.) So Richie had the Huckleberry Finn book he was supposed to read when he got to the clubhouse. Beverly, Stan, and Ben were sitting in the clubhouse with music playing softly throughout their luxurious hideout. 

   The seven of them had worked all summer following Ben's directions and aspirations for their underground hangout. It was deep enough that their heads didn't touch the ceiling, but most of the boys were getting taller and that wouldn't last much longer. 

   The clubhouse had been made into a second home for the seven of them. Small things from their homes- the only good parts, in some of their cases- had been brought down into the Barrens to be placed on the shelves and the small tables in the squared hole. There was a portable stereo that Richie had bought, containers of snacks had been brought by Eddie, Ben had brought music as well as a few rugs for the ground, Bev had decorated with scraps of wallpaper and blankets, Mike had brought cushy seats- even though some springs were protruding from the cotton, they had made do-, and Stan had brought books to add to the small spaces on the shelfs. The best part was the hammock that Bill had snagged from his attic.

   They had placed the hammock between two of the sturdiest parts of the clubhouse, which was extremely sturdy minus the one pole towards the middle, and would take turns relaxing on it. Taking turns meant that Richie hogged it until Bev or Stan would come by and throw him out of it. Which was often.

   None of them were swinging in the navy blue hammock, just sitting around and talking. Richie dropped his backpack on the ground after descending the ladder and shedding his jacket. It was always warming in here than outside, which was an amazing thing in the fall. They hadn't faced a winter yet, but Richie had a space heater he was going to bring- if they could figure out how to get electricity down there. 

   The moment he sat back in the hammock, he felt his shoulders untense. This was a safe place to him, one to all of them. Unless you were part of their inner circle, you wouldn't be able to find this place. It was just theirs. Not anyone else's. It was theirs and Richie could feel- as sappy and dumb as it was to say- that this is his home. Not with Maggie and Wentworth Tozier. But with his friends in a hole in the ground. As long as he was with them- he'd be happy.

   "Richie Tozier? Reading a book? My, my, how Ms. Bitchfords had changed you." Bev teased, but she had her math book open and in her lap. Ben was behind her, scribbling something that looked like more building plans. Stan was working on a puzzle in the corner, a flashlight dangling from the ceiling above him.

   "You could say I've changed her. After all, I did bend her over he-"

   "Beep, beep, Richie." Stan said it softly and pressed one of the jagged edges together. It made a soft click noise and Richie fought off a smile. He grabbed at the flashlight above him and turned it on, angling it to hit the words on his book. 

   It was The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn. It was a banned book at the school, but Ms. Jeffords had talked the School Board into letting them read it. It wasn't too interesting, but only because Richie hadn't bothered to open the book yet. He wasn't too interested in much besides comics, but he had been known to read the occasional book. Gone With The Wind? Classic. Pet Sematary? Legendary. Cat In The Hat? Iconic. 

   Richie had barely gotten through the first lines of chapter one when someone else began to descend down the ladder. For a split second- which was always a fear- he was worried that maybe Henry Bowers or one of his goons had found their hideout, but that fear was squashed when he saw the familiar red and white striped socks.

   Eddie Kaspbrak descended the ladder's rungs. His red fanny pack was fastened around his waist like a shitty Lifeguard. The fist thing he did was sling down his backpack and toss the pack on top of it. His eyes fell on the occupied hammock and he frowned. Richie tried not to stare at him, but it just wasn't going his way. The door to the clubhouse let light in and it was pouring in around Eddie. His brown hair looked golden in the light and the freckles on his face looked like dirt. Richie bit the inside of his cheek. Dirt? Since when was dirt pretty?

   "No! You were the last one to be in the hammock last night. I want a turn!" Eddie toed his shoes off and kicked them towards his backpack. Richie rolled his eyes at the childish look on his friend's face. He looked like a grouchy toddler- which was Eddie in a nutshell. A cute, annoying, adorable, toddler.

   "I just got here! I'm too comfortable to move. Looks like you're out of luck, Eds." Richie made a dramatic scene of turning the page in his book. He hadn't finished reading the page yet, but nobody needed to know that. It was for dramatic effect, after all.

   "I hate it when you call me Eds. Let me on!" Eddie was tugging Richie's leg. He was trying to move him as little as possible, which was always what happened, but Richie never said anything. He knew that if Eddie really wanted the hammock to himself, he would flip Richie out of it like Stan and Bev did. Instead, Eddie usually wanted to sit with Richie.

   Richie didn't understand why he wanted to, but he didn't mind at all. In made Richie feel warm, physically and not. Eddie was like a human space heater, which was surprising since he only wore shorts and t-shirts. 

   Eddie picked up Richie's legs and crawled into the navy blue hammock. He got comfortable and let one of his legs stretch out towards the curly haired teen and the other folded up under Richie's knee. Richie rolled his eyes again, biting the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't smile and let Eddie know how much he enjoyed it. It might have been a trick of the light, but he thought that behind that annoyed expression on his friend's face, that one of his cheeks had a little indention now.

   Bev swore and crumbled up the piece of scrap-paper she had been working on. She chucked it toward the small trash can in the corner. It sunk into the basket effortlessly. She always had good aim, especially when it came to throwing rocks. Richie looked away from the corner and focused back on his book. He gently and subtly switched back to the first page. He read almost half of a sentence before Eddie's socked foot smacked him face.

   "I didn't know you knew how to read." Eddie's big toe poked into Richie's ear and he squirmed. He smacked Eddie's foot away from him with the hard-backed book. Eddie yelped and retracted his limb from Richie's immediate reach. Richie opened the book again and tried to read.

   Eddie hadn't said anything or moved around for a few seconds and Richie peeked up at him. He was pouting, looking off to the side. The Losers were split up into different classes during the day, so breakfast, lunch, and after school was the only times they got to spend together. Eddie must have been bored, because he was wanting attention and Richie wasn't giving it to him. Richie thought for a second about how to provoke his friend into a fight before deciding on something.

   "Don't be sad. Cause sad spelled backwards is 'das' and das not good." Richie pinched Eddie's leg that his own was propped on top of. Eddie's head snapped around to Richie's with a dumbfounded look on his face. He sputtered before moving his hands around.

   "What the fuck did you just say, Trashmouth?"

   "I said das not good." Richie enunciated and pinched Eddie again for emphasize. Eddie smacked his hand away from the skin on his leg. 

   "That's not even a real word!" Eddie exclaimed. Richie fought back his smile and instead went to pinch Eddie again. Eddie wiggled away from him, the hammock singing back and forth a little. 

   "Yes, it is!"

   "Oh, yeah? Use it in a word then!" Eddie challenged. Richie felt a grin spread across his face and Eddie's smile dropped. He knew what was coming. After all, most of their arguments ended up with Richie joking about his mother.

   "Das not what your mom sai-"

   "Beep, beep, Richie!" Eddie had launched forward and tried to hit Richie in the face, but something had gone wrong. Their legs had tangled up together and Eddie began to fall over the edge. One of Richie's hands shot out to grab him and the other grabbed the side of the hammock. Within the next few seconds, Eddie was pulled back on, grabbing onto Richie and somehow still managing to fall sideways.

   Nobody had been paying attention to the two until the posts holding up the wood above them creaked. Ben, Bev, and Stan looked up, hoping that the ceiling wasn't about to fall down onto them. It was not, thankfully. But the hammock was looking more like a cocoon now.

   The two teens had managed to twist the hammock around so they were wrapped up in the middle and being held upside down. They were tightly bound up and the ropes at the ends of the contraption were twisted up thickly, suggesting they had done a 360 degree spin more than once.

   "What the fuck! I can't- breathe-" Eddie's words were muffled by the fabric and the laughter barreling out of his friends.

   "I think I got motion sick..." Richie's words were strained and Eddie audibly gasped.

   "What?"

   "I think I'm about to vomit!" Richie's voice cracked and the blanket started bubbling with Eddie's frantic movement.

   "Don't you fucking dare! Richie, don't you fucking dare!" Eddie was screeching, making the hammock sway like crazy. Stan howled with laughter and Beverly was clutching her stomach. Ben was red in the face, slapping his thigh and trying to breath. Soon enough, Richie started making gagging noises and Eddie's warning screeches turned into ones of horror.

   With an ungraceful few flips, the two boys were tossed out of the hammock and sprawled on the dirt floor. There was no vomit, just Richie with tears streaming down his face and his chest shaking with laughter. Eddie still looked horrified, but his cheeks were turning rosy and he was trying to suppress his own giggles. Soon enough, the five of them were all howling with laughter, crying, and clutching their stomachs. 

   Eddie was smacking Richie gently, his laughter weakening his blows. Richie was trying to pinch Stan now, but he couldn't extend his arms without his stomach hurting from the laughter. They all calmed down soon though, and the hammock was once again underneath Richie. It wiggled a bit easier now, which was something Ben would have to fix.

   A sobered up Eddie crawled onto Richie, this time his back was resting against the taller one's chest. Eddie's hips were resting the split of Richie's legs, their feet tangled together. If any of the other Losers noticed- they did, but they didn't mind either- they didn't comment. Eddie held the Huckleberry Finn book up and Richie cracked it open again.

   "What's it about?" Eddie asked. Richie shrugged and found his place on the first page. He was one the second sentence, but he didn't remember what he'd read so far. His eyes flickered to the start of the paragraph, his brain trying to ignore the perfect way that Eddie's body fit with his. His chest felt like it would explode painfully any second, but that had nothing to do with Eddie's weight.

   Richie rested his chin on top of Eddie's hair. Eddie's hand wormed around the book and found one of Richie's hands that were propping it up. This was something that had been happening recently- it had really been happening forever but the two of them were just beginning to notice how the felt about it- and would send jolts of electricity pulsing through Richie's veins. Eddie's fingers rested over Richie's, not quite holding hands, but close enough to make their hearts skip beats.

   "How bout I just read it to you? Since you obviously won't let me read it myself." Richie talked softly, trying to spare Eddie's ears. Eddie made a sort of noise and Richie took that as yes. He looked at the top of the page and began to read aloud.

   After about a chapter and a half, Richie spared a glance at Eddie's face. His eyes were closed peacefully and for a second Richie thought he'd fallen asleep. Then the long, dark, eyelashes fluttered like wings and those warm brown eyes were looking up at Richie. Richie felt his cheeks go rosy and watched as Eddie's eyes flickered to his cheeks.

   "You quit annoying me, so I figured you fell asleep." Eddie grinned and shook his head.

   "I was listening. Now, get back to the ransoming of the women. Tom's got a point with the wooing." Eddie repositioned his head and closed his eyes again.

   "He's talking about Stockholm Syndrome, Eds."

   "Yeah and I'm talking about the disappearance of the female species. No offense, Bev- we'd keep you." Eddie was grinning and Bev rolled her eyes.

   "Yeah, but we give them Stanley." Richie offered and Eddie giggled. Without looking up from his puzzle, Stan flipped them off. Eddie giggled harder, the vibrations from his chest making Richie feel like he was holding onto a- well never mind that.

   "Alright, back to the ransoming then." Richie started reading the pages again. Soon enough though, he felt Eddie's breathing even out on top of him. He was asleep this time, but Richie didn't stop reading. He only curled his fingers around Eddie's palm, feeling smile overwhelm his face when Eddie curled his fingers around Richie's hand in response.

   Yeah, Richie didn't mind this. In fact, he thought he loved it. 

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #Stanley uris #stan uris #it chapter one #it chapter two #IT #the other losers are mentioned #losers club #reddie #Richie x eddie #fluff #fluff without plot #I threw this together quickly #more to come #toby writes

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Llyr and the Pirates - Day 26

Oh, what’s this? Writing? From Boa? Absolutely. This is a piece that couldn’t quite fit in the prompt list from Water Whump May, and as of a few months later when I’m updating this post, I have decided to discontinue use of the prompt list entirely in favor of my plans for this story. 

(Despite me meaning to make this about 1000 words, it’s turned into the biggest piece in the series so far with just over 3500). Still in compliance with the same story, but will be returning to the prompt list in the next piece. The masterlist with the rest of the series is here! Tag list (dm to be added or removed): @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @insanitywishes, @whumpingonarainyday, @burtlederp, @pepperonyscience Content warnings: climbing up to and threat of falling from a dangerous height, mild gore for short description of wounds, knives, noncon touching, vague mentions, threats of, and fear of death

Floyd’s hands were shaking when it was his turn, and he lowered himself quickly down the rungs. He stopped halfway down when the ladder ended, bracing himself with a deep breath. Then he let go.

Floyd fell down feet first, splashing into the water and plummeting beneath the surface. He held his breath, but water still shot up his nose with such force that he nearly choked on the air locked away behind tightly sealed lips. The sloped sea floor stopped his descent and he kicked upwards, the light fabric of his pants flaring outward with each frantic stroke. 

Seconds later, he broke the surface and heaved a breath of fresh air, eyes burning from the saltwater. He pulled himself forward until his feet hit sand, stumbling up the underwater incline and splashing through knee level water as he wiped the stinging salt from his eyes. His clothes, though thin, were still soaked through and his hair was plastered against his forehead, trying to drip water into his teary eyes.

He huffed, trying to expel the last of the brine from his nose while combing wet bangs back with his fingers. He gave a quick shake to each of his limbs, water droplets flying off in all directions, before trying to wring any excess from his clothing. The rest of the pirates around him were doing more or less the same thing.

When they’d all dried off as much as they could, Mabel led the way across hard-packed wet sand that gradually elevated and gave way to looser land. Every step sunk further down into it and Floyd could feel the grains piling in his shoes, crunching and grinding against his feet as he moved. 

All around the strip of sand there were rock formations that kept them out of sight from the sailors as they approached. They’d been weathered down by strong, crashing waves over years and years and many of them looked to be quite precarious. Floyd was careful to cast his gaze upward as they walked, concerned about the potential of any rocks falling from their perches. 

Every so often, there was a break in the rocks through which, if he was at just the right angle, he could spot the shipwreck. Each time he looked through a crack, he could tell they’d gained considerable distance on it and could see more and more of what was happening on deck. 

Most people seemed to be focused on operating cannons, but as The Thief’s Halyard moved further out of sight to turn around, the crew dispersed to take care of different areas. Many disappeared below deck, and most others turned to guard the outside of the ship. 

Were they expecting an ambush? Had they somehow seen the rescue team disembark? Floyd wasn’t sure either way, but he knew there was no way for them to get on board when the other crew’s focus wasn’t on defending against a direct naval attack.

Thankfully, by the time they reached the end of the rocky outcropping, The Thief’s Halyard had finally turned around and was sailing back across the cove’s opening. Once only a few sailors were still focused on their side of the ship, Floyd seized the opportunity and ran forward. The rest of the crew made their way to sneak in through the cracked portion of the ship while Floyd stood under the hull, unwrapping the rope from where it still hung across his torso. 

The hooked metal at the end was fairly weighty, and the edges were sharp. It looked like it should be able to pierce through wood, but he still felt the need to test it against the belly of the ship. Floyd leaned back, swinging forward and catching the hook against the wood with a satisfying thwack. It stuck.

Satisfied with his test, he levered the grappling hook out of the ship and backed up far enough to clearly see the highest edge of the deck in front of him. It rose about twenty-five feet out of the ground, the rest of its height presumably swallowed up by the sand. He swallowed nervously, gripping a little lower on the rope to allow room for the hook to swing, and looped the rest of it around his other hand. 

Floyd swung the hook like a pendulum, slowly, carefully making sure not to nick himself with the edges. After a few careful repetitions, he flicked his wrist and spun the hook all the way around, repeating again and again as it gained speed. When it was finally spinning fast enough, Floyd focused on the balcony above. 

One final push of the wrist and he let go, throwing himself forward with the movement of the rope. The grappling hook went soaring through the air as he held his breath in anticipation. It flew right between two banisters, sinking its sharp edges deep into the ledge there. Floyd ran forward, tugging and leaning his weight on the rope to make sure it was secure enough, and it held.

He breathed a sigh of relief, putting both arms on the sturdy rope and preparing to haul himself up it. The thick knots spread throughout the entire length made it easier to gain leverage and hold himself as he jumped up, perching his feet on the first one, and climbing from there. Floyd tried to focus on pushing with his legs, but he grew weary with each step and needed to start pulling with his arms as well. 

He was halfway up the rope when it jerked the first time. A yelp escaped him before he could stop himself, and he looked up to see what had caused it to shift. It took him a moment to notice, but the banister had moved ever so slightly. Now that he was closer it was more clear to see that the wood around where he’d thrown the grappling hook was rotting through, and bending under the pressure of his entire weight held on it. 

Floyd grunted, pushing himself to climb faster, and the rope jerked so hard he nearly lost his grip altogether. He could have stopped then and made an effort to climb more smoothly, but the only thing he could think of was getting up as quickly as he could.

His whole body burned with the effort of it, but he threw himself up the rope with wildly frantic movements and reached the top right as the wood cracked again, leaving Floyd supported by a few planks of wood hanging on for dear life. He lunged for the railing, scrambling over the edge before it could crack and send him plummeting back down to the ground, and fell to his knees on the deck.

He gasped for breath, hugging himself for a moment before looking up at his surroundings. He was on the highest level of the ship with only two other people around him. Llyr lay on the ground closest to him and then tied to the wheel was...

“Ray!” Floyd gasped breathlessly, stumbling across the deck, “Ray, c’mon,” he urged in a whisper, dropping to his knees in front of the man. He was tied to the wheel by thick, bloodstained ropes, the rest of his body completely limp.

Floyd reached out a trembling hand to cup and lift Ray’s face, the scraggly beard under his fingers greasy with dried sweat. There weren’t any visible injuries there, but somehow it still looked like he’d gone through hell. 

“Ray please, I’m here... We’re gonna get you out but you’ve gotta wake up…” Floyd said, shaking him. When that didn’t do anything, he reached to unsheathe his sword. If Ray was going to be unconscious for a while longer, then he might as well work on freeing him from those ropes. Sliding the blade between his wrist and the tight bonds without hurting him proved to be fairly difficult, and Floyd had to be careful to push outward and saw at it, rope fibers splitting at the pressure and movement.

It was as he’d gotten nearly halfway through the first rope that he felt movement. Ray’s fingers twitched, flexing as he slowly raised his head. Floyd went to remove his sword so he wouldn’t panic, but it was at that very moment that the man twisted his wrists to test the bindings. Floyd pulled downwards and he only realized his mistake when the sword blade dragged a long, shallow cut into Ray’s skin that immediately welled up with blood.

“Oh shit, shit I’m sorry!” He apologized frantically, watching as Ray’s eyes snapped wide open and flicked around unseeingly.

“No- no please, no more… haven’t you done enough? Don’t… don’t-” he pleaded, slurring the words together with exhaustion. Floyd let his sword clatter to the ground and reached out both hands to hold Ray’s face again, encouraging him to look up.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he soothed, but his friend flinched and let out a high, airy keen at the command, breaths after that so short and quick that he was nearly hyperventilating. “I- um, okay no, uh… just- breathe, can you breathe? Yeah, ah, take deep breaths, alright? You don’t know where you are, and I- I know you’re scared, but you’ve gotta breathe before you do anything else,” Floyd said, tears welling up in his eyes at the memory of hearing those same exact words spoken to him a long time ago. He never thought he’d be the one passing them on to another.

He heard Ray respond to that at least, quick shallow breaths turning to heaving gasps as his eyes refocused and settled on his rescuer’s. They flicked over his face before he gasped softly.

“...F-floyd?” 

“Yeah, Ray, it’s me,” He nodded, smiling a little shakily despite himself. “I gotta cut this; can you hold still?” 

Ray nodded weakly, head lolling back against the wheel, and Floyd got to work cutting the ropes. He ended up holding back Ray’s arm with his elbow, not trusting the weak man’s promise to hold himself together, and cut until there was just enough room to wiggle Ray’s wrist out.

The moment his arm was free, Ray fell forward without the support and Floyd hardly caught him before he pulled too hard on his other shoulder or hit the ground face first. He wrapped an arm around his back, leaning forward as Ray whined softly against his shirt. 

Floyd tightened his grip, preparing to haul him up when he felt something warm and wet pressing against his forearm. Ray tensed, a pained cry muffled against his shirt, and Floyd stilled. He loosened his grip and peered down, finally catching a glimpse of Ray’s back.

Long, rough lash marks stretched across the pirate captain’s back at all angles, leaving nearly none of the smooth, undamaged skin that he’d expected to see. Most were split open and torn, blood still oozing out of them and smearing, drying, and congealing all over. Almost each mark had a gruesome tear near the middle that cut nearly all the way to the bottom. They ran deepest around the small of his back where- where he was still holding on, Floyd realized with a jolt.

He jerked his hand away and sticky, half-dried blood came with it as Ray finally cried out, an agonized scream rising up above the sounds of cannons and battle as the crew of The Thief’s Halyard ambushed the lower deck. 

“Oh- ...oh my god,” Floyd breathed in horror, staring at the blood smeared all across his hands and forearms. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop seeing those wounds. The picture was seared into his mind, and he couldn’t keep himself from imagining just what had happened to cause injuries like that.

Floyd was frozen for a few seconds, eyes hollow as he stared down at his hands, then tilted his head up to see Ray staring at him with an almost guilt-ridden expression on his face. Tears shimmered in his eyes, rolling silently down his cheeks until they dripped onto the floor below. 

“I-” Floyd opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, still at a loss for what to say. His head felt empty and hollow, and so did any words he thought to offer. Instead, he carefully nudged his captain up by the shoulders so that he could slice through the ropes holding his other wrist up. 

Floyd held back his own tears as he worked, hands trembling with despair, disappointment, and unbridled anger at seeing his captain in this state. Ray may have committed some unpleasant acts in his career as a pirate, but nothing he’d ever done warranted… this.

As he cut, he threw a quick glance over his shoulder. Nobody was there except for Llyr, still laying passed out on the ground. Floyd’s heart dropped in his chest. He would’ve expected the other man to have stirred by now, and at this distance he couldn’t even tell if he was breathing at all.

Was he…? Floyd glanced at Ray, then back at Llyr again. He needed to check on the unconscious man, make sure he was in a decent state to escape and then find Hugh if the others hadn’t done so already. But he couldn’t just leave Ray here...

With a wavering sigh, he turned back around and set himself to freeing Ray. Once he had that done, then he could focus on the others. One at a time, Floyd assured himself. One at a time, and then they could get out of there.

He didn’t even hear the footsteps behind him until they were too close to avoid. 

“Oh, if it isn’t Floyd himself. Fancy meeting you here,” Hugh smiled dully, waving as he strode over. Floyd spun around, sword held out in a white-knuckled grip. 

“What- oh, Hugh! I didn’t see you, are you-”

“I’m fine, but they sure aren’t,” he waved to Llyr and Ray, who was now staring up with a weak glare. He lifted his free hand to tug at Floyd’s sleeve, but Hugh extended an arm to help him stand up before Ray could try anything. “Help Llyr for a moment? I can handle Ray,” he smiled, pulling an unfamiliar knife from his pocket and flicking its sharp blade open with a flourish.

Floyd considered objecting, glancing back at Ray and biting the inside of his cheek as he watched his whole head rock from side to side. He took a step to kneel back down, determined not to leave Ray’s side, but Hugh held out the hand with the knife in a placating gesture as he swiftly sunk down and steadied their captain.

He figured he really didn’t have much of a choice then, and that they’d get out of there either way. Stupid, selfish idiot, he chastised himself. As if Llyr wasn’t in dire need of help as well.

Floyd knelt swiftly beside Llyr, who looked even worse at a closer glance. A few puncture wounds sunk deep into his legs, as well as a large, curved line of tears that almost looked to be a bite mark.

The first thing he did was slip his fingers underneath the boy’s chin and press down, trying to find the pulse point. His heart raced the longer he went without finding it, and he was nearly losing hope when he felt a weak, faded beating deep between his neck and jaw. Floyd allowed himself a shallow sigh of relief, but his work wasn’t over yet. 

He needed to somehow force Llyr into consciousness so he’d be able to handle himself when they ran. Ray surely wouldn’t be able to, and Floyd was already worried about him, so having someone else completely incapacitated would make everything even more difficult.

“Llyr!” Floyd shouted as loudly as he dared into the other man’s ear, prodding at his face. No response. He sighed, glancing around him for anything that could help when he spotted a few buckets lined up by the railing. If those had water… He hopped to his feet, running across the deck and feeling the thrill of hope race up his spine when he discovered they were all full, presumably with fresh water from the storm that had just passed. Floyd grabbed one by the handle and hauled it over to where Llyr lay, crouching back down at his side. He first tried dipping a hand in it and flicking water against Llyr’s face, but when that didn’t work Floyd dunked both hands in, scooped up as much water as he could hold, and threw it down at him. 

That got a flinch, and a slow stirring as the other peeled open hazy eyes, squinting up at Floyd.

“...th’ hell?” he coughed, throat scratchy and dry. 

“You’re alright, you’re safe,” Floyd assured him, trying to lean over and get a good look at him without looming. The wounds down on his thighs were more serious than they first appeared, and he suspected Llyr had already lost a large amount of blood from that. The bite mark on his calf looked to be especially deep, and would surely make it difficult to walk. 

When his gaze flicked back up to Llyr’s face, he saw a pair of suspicious eyes watching closely at his every move. He didn’t seem to trust Floyd one bit.

“Hey, you remember me, right?” he asked, and the look he got in return was a little more vacant. “I’m Floyd; I helped you out back on the other ship.” A blank look, then a slight nod. “Right, and I really need to help you now so we can get everyone out of this miserable place, okay?”

Surprisingly, this got a weak nod and a small sound out of him that was immediately covered by a coughing fit. As Floyd reached out to help Llyr sit up, he heard Ray make a small sound and instinctively glanced over to make sure everything was alright. 

Ray looked to be in about the same miserable shape as before, though, and Hugh flashed a reassuring smile that eased his worries and allowed him to focus back on Llyr.

Meanwhile, Hugh slid closer to Ray, pressing the knife to his wrist and whispering low enough that Floyd wouldn’t hear.

“Don’t go telling the little one anything he doesn’t need to know yet, Raymond,” he smiled, laughing lowly. “Let him figure something out on his own for once.”

Ray opened his mouth to respond, but Hugh jerked the knife against his wrist, opening a shallow cut that dribbled blood down his arm. He gasped softly before shutting his mouth, trying to avoid irritating Hugh any further. He was completely at the other man’s mercy for the moment, and he still needed to get out of this alive.

“I just told you not to try that again. If this is what I have to do in order to silence you, then, well...” Hugh sighed, almost mournfully. “One little slip of the blade... that would be a sad accident to behold, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m-” Ray cut himself off when he felt the knife move against his wrist again, but quickly realized it had only turned outward to cut the rope. “-not sure Gawain would approve either,” he let out the rest of his words in a rush of quiet breath, tensing as he waited for a response.

“Then I wasn’t here at all, and that poor fool who scaled the side of the ship just couldn’t cope with the state he found you in. Had to put you down mercifully, the quickest way he could bear,” Hugh mused, making sure to slide the dull edge of his knife against Ray’s skin as he sawed through the bindings, a casual, constant warning of what else he could do. Ray grunted when the tip of the knife caught against the cut Hugh had already made, pulling a vertical slash through the center. 

“Maybe you should do your job and protect the captive-”

“Maybe you should keep your goddamn mouth shut,” Hugh hissed. He wiggled the knife, getting through the last few fibers before Ray could slip that hand out as well. Despite his best efforts, he collapsed forward into Hugh’s arms, who held him for just a moment before pushing back, letting him slump to the floor.

Hugh felt triumphant standing over the fallen captain, and he would have loved to spend more time in that moment if it weren’t for unfinished business elsewhere. Letting out a sigh he turned around, adjusted his grip on the knife, and strode over towards Floyd.

Next part

#whump #Llyr and the Pirates #mild gore #uhh how do i describe the height things #fear of heights #i guess? #threat of falling #okay if i need to tag anything else then tell me. not sure what else to do there #knives #cuts #noncon touching #noncon touching tw #death mention #threats of death #fear of death #death #none of it happens but there sure are threats and implications #rescue #or should i say #rescue attempt #they sure are trying their best right now #i'm so excited for what's coming next but even i don't quite know what my characters are doing with it #so oh boy oh boy it'll be interesting to see #ah right character tags #Raymond Bates #Hugh Williams #Benedict Floyd #Llyr the Selkie #uhhh #is that everyone

[wistfulcynic]

On What They Fall 1 /4

SO this began life as a drabble. It was a teeny-tiny idea that I wrote on my phone in the middle of the night that grew and grew and GREW so now it is two chapters. And that is ALL. Because I can’t do any more than that. And also because then @thisonesatellite has to buy me a bottle of whisky 🥃. Heh heh. 

SUMMARY: Killian Jones is an angry young man. He has no family and few friends, and he’s stuck in a small town where everyone views him with fear and suspicion. 

Everyone but Emma Swan. 

She’s everything he wants in life and everything he can’t have. What he doesn’t know is that she wants him too. 

Part 9 of Secret Things. 

(There are hints at attempted suicide here, just light references but be aware if this is a trigger for you)

Rated: T 

On AO3

Tagging some folks who might enjoy it: @kmomof4, @stahlop, @mariakov81, @teamhook, @resident-of-storybrooke, @darkcolinodonorgasm, @shireness-says, @thejollyroger-writer, @ohmightydevviepuu (Give me a shout if you’d like a tag for Chapter 2 THE FINAL CHAPTER)

On What They Fall: 

It’s past one in the morning when she arrives at the bar where he’s drinking, a dingy little dive near the harbour. Young women rarely frequent it unless they mean business, which is one of the reasons he goes there. She though, she, with her hair and her face and her body in that soft pink dress, she stands out like… like an inflamed digitus primus manus.

She’d laugh if he said that to her, he thinks.

(Like a what now?

A sore thumb, Swan.

Well, why can’t you just say that?)

One a.m., he thinks. Not her birthday anymore.

--

Her eyes find him the minute she walks through the door. He’s slouching against the bar, all lean limbs and nonchalance, his eyes on the game of pool going on in the corner. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him, as it always does. 

She wipes her palms on her skirt and makes her approach. 

“Hey, Killian.”

He turns and a small smile quirks the corners of his mouth, crinkles the edges of his eyes. It looks involuntary.

“Swan,” he replies.

She swallows hard as his voice seems to stroke her, sends a shiver up her spine. “Hi.” She attempts a smile. “I’m, uh, back for the weekend.”  

“So I see,” he says, pushing himself upright in one liquid motion. “Happy birthday.”

She tries not to read anything into the fact that he remembered. If he did remember. If he didn’t just deduce it from her presence here in the bar she was too young to enter until yesterday. She tries, but the hope in her heart doesn’t listen.

“Thanks,” she says.

He takes a small box out of his jacket pocket, square and flat and tied with a red ribbon that’s slightly crushed. He holds it out to her like a challenge.

“What— what’s this?”

There’s tension in his smile now, a brittle stiffness in his posture. “It’s a present, Swan, surely you’ve seen them before,” he snarks. “Quite a few of them I shouldn’t wonder.”

He’s deflecting, she thinks. He’s embarrassed to be offering her something.

She understands him far better than he thinks.

She takes the box from him with a shy smile and he relaxes just a fraction, but when she starts to untie the ribbon he almost lunges forward to stop her, letting his fingers brush hers just lightly before he yanks his hand away again. His fist clenches at his side. “Don’t open it here,” he says quietly.

“Why no—”

“Just, please, Swan. Don’t.”

“Okay.” She tucks the box into her bag and starts to ask him how he’s been when from the corner of her eye she sees a petite brunette waving at him from the pool table. He nods at her and gives her a wink, and the smile he directs at Emma turns dismissive. No, she thinks, feeling desperate. Not yet. He can’t leave now, it’s too soon, she’s barely seen him. She’s been looking forward to this for weeks and he’s just going to ditch her after a two minute conversation?

“If you’ll excuse me, Swan,” he says, but she doesn’t move.

“Another one, then,” she sniffs, letting her eyes flick towards the pool table.

His eyes are shuttered, defensive. “Aye,” he growls, “What of it?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She attempts to walk back from her catty remark. “It’s just... well, I guess it must be fun, all the attention. Women falling all over you wherever you go. But don’t you ever think—” She’s had a few drinks in other bars, liquid courage to help her come here and speak to him, and it loosens her tongue a bit too much. “Don’t you want to fall in love?” 

His mouth twists. “I am in love,” he says harshly. The words seem wrenched from him. “For all the bloody good it does me.”

She starts to laugh, but then she sees his face. “You’re serious!”

He smirks. Her heart clenches, stumbles in a chest that’s gone painfully tight as the room seems to shrink around her. Of course she knows he sleeps around,  he has since they were teenagers and never bothered to hide it. She’s even teased him about it, burying her hurt in humour and clinging to the small consolation that with her, with them, it’s different. He talks to her, sometimes for hours, and she’s always thought that maybe… once he stops being so angry at the world… maybe they might find their way to each other. She’s prepared to wait for him, for as long as it takes. But this… this she didn’t see coming.

“Who is she?” Emma asks, and her voice sounds so small.

His is flat, emotionless. “Someone who will never return my affections,” he says.

“So that’s why you...” She gestures at the brunette.

“Aye.”

“Does it help?”

“Not really.”

“Then why don’t you stop?”

He laughs, bitter and angry. “And do what instead? Sit at home and think about her? Fantasise about all the things I want and can’t ha—” he cuts himself off.

“You could—”

“Swan, please. I really don’t wish to discuss this with you. Just let me do my ‘man-whoring’ as you so charmingly call it, in peace.”

She puts her hand on his arm, holding her breath so he won’t hear how much touching him affects it. His arm is warm even through his jacket, the muscles hard beneath her fingers. Her heart tries to beat clear out of her chest. “I regret I ever said that,” she whispers.

He shrugs. “It’s okay. It’s the truth.”

He sounds breathless, and his jaw is tense. He pulls away from her touch, steps back. Gives her a small, mocking bow. “See you around, Swan,” he smirks. She stands for a minute, groping desperately for calm, and when she goes to look for him again both he and the brunette are gone.

--

She opens his present in bed, curled under the blankets in a private cocoon. It’s a pendant, a delicate rendering of a swan in silver filigree. It’s gorgeous. Her fingers tremble as she removes the necklace she’s worn for years, the one her high school boyfriend gave her. She has no idea why she’s kept it this long, perhaps as a reminder that sometimes when you think someone’s an asshole it’s because he is. She replaces it with Killian’s gift, then closes her fist around it and lets her tears fall. She would have been so happy receiving this just a few hours ago, she thinks. This thoughtful, personal gift. But now that she knows he’s in love, it feels like something he’d give a little sister, not a woman he might someday… but she can’t finish that thought.

--

She seeks him out the next day, down at the docks where he’s working on his boat. An old wreck of a thing he bought on his twenty-first birthday, one he’s been working to fix up for nearly two years.

“Are you ever going to be done with that?” she calls.

He grins, bright as the sunlight. “A ship is always a work in progress, Swan,” he says, patting the mast fondly. “But she’ll be seaworthy soon enough.”

She comes on deck and as she approaches his eyes land on the pendant, framed by the low neck of her shirt. Something flashes across his face, gone in the blink of an eye but she sees it, and she hopes again.

“I came to thank you for this,” she says, brushing her fingertips over the swan. “It’s beautiful.”

He shoves one hand into his jeans pocket, waves the other one dismissively. “It’s nothing,” he says.

“It’s not nothing, Killian, it was very thoughtful—”

His hand closes into a fist. “Don’t make a big deal of it,” he snarls. She doesn’t recoil. It’s always there, this anger, tightly coiled inside him and just waiting for a trigger. She’s used to it. She gives it time to recede, which it does, quickly, leaving him looking contrite. “I’m glad you like it,” he whispers.

“I love it.” I love you.

They stand in silence for a moment as he looks at his feet and she tries to will him to stop, to look at her instead. When he doesn’t she sighs. “I’m going back to school this afternoon,” she says. “I’ll be home again at Thanksgiving.”

“Perhaps I’ll see you then,” he mumbles.

He doesn’t look at her as she gets back in her car and drives away.

--

When she’s gone Killian kicks a coil of rope and then a bucket, then slumps against the boat’s rail, pounding it with his fist as he presses the heel of his other hand against his aching chest. He didn’t really think through how it would look, giving her that pendant. What she or anyone else might read into the gesture. He thought only that it was beautiful and she should have it. She deserves every beautiful thing, and it’s so rare he has a chance to offer her one.

He hopes she won’t tell her father who gave it to her. The sheriff is hostile enough as it is.

--

When Killian first came to Storybrooke his anger was sharper, more volatile. Fresh from losing first his brother and then his parents, with no close family left and still eight months shy of his eighteenth birthday, he’d found himself unceremoniously deposited on the doorstep of his distant cousin Belle, a woman hardly older than he was himself, in a small American town where everything from his clothes to his accent to his furious grief seemed to offend people. His first day at school three boys followed him home, taunting him, and before he could think he lashed out with fury and with his fists. He wasn’t big or particularly strong, but he knew how to fight and how to do it dirty and he laid all three out flat in the middle of Main Street with almost the whole town watching. All of them, staring at him with expressions of horror and disgust, all plainly writing him off as a violent troublemaker who would come to no good.

All but one. Emma Swan never looked at him with anything but compassion, with understanding, like he was someone who mattered— even when her father hauled him away to spend the night in a holding cell.

She appeared in the sheriff’s station hours later, bearing a cup of cocoa and an extra blanket. “It gets cold in here at night,” she said, offering them to him through the bars of the cell. 

Killian stared at her, waiting for the punch line, but she just smiled. “Go on,” she said. “Trust me, you’ll need them both.” 

Trust me. He took them, his fingers brushing hers around the warm paper cup. He blamed the shock, the comedown from adrenaline, the soul-deep exhaustion and the terrible fear that he’d fucked everything up completely when he’d only been in this town a day, for the next words that came out of his mouth. 

“Are you an angel?”

She laughed. “No. I’m Emma, the sheriff’s daughter. Emma Swan.” She held out her hand again, this time for him to shake. He did, and felt the shock of the contact to the tips of his toes. Emma’s eyes grew wide and her smile softened, and when she withdrew her hand she held his heart in it. 

--

He doesn't see Emma again until Christmas, when she and her friends return to his bar. Graham spots them instantly, sitting up straighter and waving them over, his face lit up with pleasure. Killian struggles not to envy the other man’s freedom to smile at Emma, to laugh and tease her. Graham is one of his few friends —too new in town to have any preconceptions about ‘that Jones boy’ and from the correct side of the pond, albeit the unfashionable side of the Irish Sea, Killian jokes when he wants to rile Graham a bit—but he’s also the Sheriff’s favourite deputy and a man that David would clearly welcome into his family with open arms, if the smile on his face whenever Emma and Graham are together is any indication. 

Graham greets Emma with a hug and a Merry Christmas, which she returns warmly. Killian’s jealousy is acid in his gut but he swallows it down, gives Emma a stiff nod and stands to go, to find someplace where he won’t be a third wheel. When Emma puts her hand on his arm to stop him he barely suppresses a flinch. Her touch burns him, makes him yearn for things that can never be his, and he is terrified of what he might do if it goes on too long. Carefully, he pulls away to just beyond her reach and hates himself for the hurt that flashes in her eyes. She tries so hard to be his friend, it’s not her fault he wants far more than friendship from her. 

“Do you have somewhere to be?” she attempts to tease him. 

He shrugs. “Just thought I’d give you two a chance to catch up.” 

“I saw Graham at Thanksgiving,” says Emma, and the acid threatens to choke him. Of course she did. Of course Graham was invited to her family’s celebration. “I haven’t seen you since my birthday. How have you been?”

“Same as always, Swan, nothing ever changes for me,” he replies, trying not to let the bitterness choke him. “I go to work, help Belle at the library, fix my boat. That’s the extent of my existence.” 

She looks like she wants to hug him and he takes a step back, fights the urge to flee. He’ll never fathom why she finds him worth talking to, why she continually seeks him out. It was different when she lived in Storybrooke, they had things to talk about then, but now she’s in college and her world has opened up while Killian’s remains the same narrow slog through the days and weeks and years of pointless grind that’s all he has to look forward to in life. He can’t think of anything to say to her now. 

“I’m going to play some pool,” he says. “Happy Christmas, Swan.” 

--

Emma fights her tears as she watches him go, pastes a smile on her face and turns back to Graham, whose bright, hopeful expression should be welcome but instead just makes her feel trapped. Her dad’s been dropping some less-than-subtle hints lately and she supposes she really should give Graham a chance. He's a great guy, sweet and funny, and she likes him a lot. He clearly likes her too, but he just doesn’t get her, doesn’t see her the way Killian does. Killian sees everything she is, and he understands all of it in a way that Graham and her friends and even her parents could never hope to. 

He’s caught so deep in her heart she can’t extract him from it, not without ripping herself apart in the bargain. Not even to please her father. 

But Killian is across the room determinedly ignoring her, and Graham is charming and funny and there, making her laugh and delighting her friends, and she likes him. When he asks her to dinner she hesitates, looks over to where Killian is leaning into a tall brunette, smiling his flirtatious smile as he toys with the ends of her hair. She swallows hard and pushes away her foolish hope. She says yes.

Graham is thrilled. He’ll pick her up tomorrow at seven, he says, and she agrees then leaves the bar before she can lose her hold on her tears. This is the right decision, she tells herself. Killian's in love with someone who is clearly not her; he doesn’t want her as she wants him and she has to accept it. She can’t keep keeping her hopes up when all he ever does is crush them. 

Killian claps his friend on the back and listens to him enthuse about Emma, how beautiful and kind she is, how he’s never felt like this about anyone before. He keeps a smile plastered on his face and makes all the right noises, nods in all the right places until he can't take it anymore and he slips away, hunching his shoulders and stuffing his hands deep in his pockets as he walks home. His mind is in chaos and his heart feels raw. He has no idea what to do. 

He buys a bottle of rum from the convenience store then goes home, sits down at the kitchen table and proceeds to drink the whole thing, one shot straight after another until the glass becomes a pointless waste of effort and he just drinks straight from the bottle. When it’s empty he takes out the half bottle he already had and finishes that off. Then he digs out the sambuca Belle got as a gift last Christmas. It’s still unopened. He drinks it all. 

When Belle wakes up that morning she finds him sprawled on the floor, barely breathing. She calls an ambulance, clings to his hand as they race to the hospital. Killian’s eyes flutter open. “Belle,” he croaks. 

“I’m here,” she whispers. 

“Don’t— don’t call Emma,” Killian begs. “Please.”

Belle nods, understanding. “I won’t.”  

--

At the hospital they pump his stomach. It saves his life, the doctor says. Acute alcohol poisoning can kill you.

“Shame it didn’t,” mutters Killian, and Belle looks at him sharply. She doesn’t think he did this on purpose but she’s not convinced it was wholly an accident.

“Killian I know you’re hurting but you have to stop doing this to yourself,” she insists, once the doctor has left. “Emma wouldn’t want—”

Killian pulls his hand from her grip. “Emma doesn’t give a damn,” he snaps.

“Now, you know that’s not true. She cares about you—”

He runs his hand over his face. “She’s a kind person, she cares about everyone. Not me in particular.”

Belle opens her mouth then closes it again. She’s tried to argue with him about this before but ultimately she knows there’s really no point— he’s got Emma on far too high a pedestal, he simply can’t believe she might love him.

And Belle knows from personal experience that he has to learn to love himself or he never will.

--

They keep Killian in the hospital overnight for observation. The next morning he’s released, and Belle comes to drive him home. Though they’re only very distant cousins she loves him like much closer family, calling him her ‘little nephew’ when he cheekily refers to her as his ‘Auntie Belle.’ He was only meant to stay with her until he turned eighteen, but by then they’d formed such a bond Belle offered to let him stay as long as he needed and he gratefully accepted. She doesn’t charge him rent but he insists on earning his keep, cleaning and cooking in addition to his job at the docks and his volunteer work at the library. He saves every penny he can and she knows one day he’ll leave. He was never meant to stay in Storybrooke forever. 

When they drive by Granny’s Diner and see Emma and Graham walking through its front gate together, Belle senses from Killian’s blank face and tense shoulders that the moment of his departure might be soon. 

When they get home she makes him sit down at the table and have breakfast, bacon and eggs and toast and strong coffee. He obediently eats it all, but his mind is clearly not on the food. 

“I’ve finished the boat,” he says. “She’s ready to sail.” 

“That’s great!” 

“Yeah. I was thinking I might go.” 

“Go where?”

He shrugs. “Just go. I’ve got enough money saved to last a while, if I keep things simple. I might just sail. No destination. See where the sea takes me,” he jokes with a faint smile. 

Belle nods. She’ll miss him but she knows he needs this. He needs something to help him see what he’s worth, and Storybrooke will never provide it.

Killian continues, his voice strained. “I just can’t bear to see Emma... to see her... I want her to be happy,” he says fiercely. “She deserves that. She deserves someone like Graham who has so much to offer her, and who her family likes. I just— I can’t watch it. I can accept that she doesn’t feel as I do. But I can’t watch her fall in love with someone else. I have to go.”

“I agree,” says Belle. 

“You do?”

“Yes. Storybrooke is my place, but I’ve always known it’s not yours. You’re always welcome here of course, but you have to go and discover what more the world holds for you. You have to find out who you are, Killian, because this…” she gestures at his wrinkled clothes and hunched shoulders, “…this isn’t it. You’re so much better than this.”

He snorts. “I’m really not.”

“You are. I’ve always believed that. Now go find a way to believe it yourself.”

--

Killian leaves at sunrise the next morning. He doesn’t say goodbye. It’s Belle who tells Emma he’s gone, watches as her face goes deathly pale and tears slowly fill her eyes until they overflow and pour in rivulets down her ashen cheeks. She doesn’t make a sound.

Finally she whispers, “He left?”

Belle nods.

Emma’s voice drops until it’s nearly inaudible. “Is he coming back?”

Belle answers truthfully. “I don’t know.”

Tears cascade down Emma’s face and drip off her chin, leaving splotches on her blouse. She doesn’t notice. “How,” she whispers. “How could he… why…”

Belle is torn. Killian’s feelings aren’t for her to share, but it’s so obvious his leaving has broken Emma’s heart and Belle’s heart breaks for her. She has to give Emma something.

“Killian… he has some things to sort out,” she says. “A lot of anger. Unhealed scars from his childhood.”

“His brother,” says Emma automatically. Belle is surprised, she had no idea Killian told Emma about Liam.

“Yes,” she says. “And his parents.” Emma nods in understanding; so she knows that story too. “He just—” Belle thinks of how to say what Emma needs to hear without saying it. “He doesn’t have anything to offer another person right now.”

“He does,” says Emma fiercely. “He just doesn’t believe it.”

Belle studies the younger woman closely as realisation begins to dawn, wondering how Killian could possibly be so blind. She’s always known Emma cares for her nephew more than he is able to see, but this— this is a love as deep as Killian’s own. She tries to think of something to say, some comforting platitude to give, when Emma speaks again and floors her. “He wants to get away from her, doesn’t he?” She spits the pronoun with so much venom Belle is alarmed by the shift in her mood.

“Who?” she asks.

“The woman he loves.”  

“He told you he’s in love with someone?” Killian, it seems, has revealed rather a lot of very personal things to this woman he claims could never be interested in him.

“Yeah.” Emma’s face crumples and she finally sobs. “He did. Do you know who it is?” 

Belle can’t lie, not about this. “Yes,” she says. “But it’s not—”

“Not your secret to tell. I get it. But is she the reason why he…”

“Yes,” Belle replies. “To a large extent she is.”

Emma nods, sobbing harder, and her nose begins to drip. She sniffs and looks around for something to wipe it, and gratefully accepts the handkerchief Belle hands her. She dries her tears —for all the good it does as they don’t stop falling— and blows her nose then looks helplessly at the sodden mess of cloth in her hand.

“Keep it,” says Belle. “It’s one of Killian’s.” She doesn’t miss the way Emma’s fingers tighten on the small scrap of fabric.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and presses the handkerchief against her heart.

Killian, my lad, you’ve fucked things up something proper, thinks Belle.

#cs fic #cs ff #cs ff au #captain swan #angst #mutual pining #secret love #pining idiots #idiots in love #for real you'll want to bang their heads together #a bit modern au captain duckling #sort of #Emma is raised by her parents in Storybrooke #and Killian is very angry #on what they fall #profdanglaisstuff

[darkelfshadow]

Session Summary - 81

<ON LINE SESSION>

AKA “Arauthator - Old White Death”

Adventures in Taggriell

Session 81  (Date: 21st March 2020) - Online Session

Players Present:

- Rob (Known as “Varis”) Elf Male.

- Bob (Known as “Sir Krondor) Dwarf Male.

- Paul (Known as “Labarett”) Elf Male.

- Travis (Known as “Trenchant”) Human Male.

Absent Players

- Arthur (Known as “Gim”) Dwarf Male. <Played by Bob>

- John (Known as “Ragnar”) Dwarf Male. <Played by Rob>

NPC

- (Known as “Naillae”) Elf Female. <Controlled by Travis>

Summary

- Sunday, 21st Pharast in the year 815 (Second Era). Late Spring.

- The party begin this session, in a long ice chamber, well lit by whale oil lanterns. Though mostly empty, this chamber does hold a most unexpected sight. A large shelter is seemingly built of scraps, and in the style of the tents used by the desert nomads many hundreds of miles to the south west.

- The party cautiously approach, the sounds of whimpering heard coming from the colourful tent, and pull aside the draping wall rugs to enter. The interior of the shelter is surprisingly warm, thanks to a small stove and simple lamps burning aromatic whale oil. Carpets are heaped on the floor in thick layers, and tapestries from every culture hang suspended from a sturdy frame of whale ribs. Books and scrolls are stacked neatly on tables and reading stands made of hide and whalebone. The only furnishings in the shelter not made from these natural materials are the carpets and tapestries, and a portable writing desk that appears to have been taken from parts of a sailing ship.

- Seated behind the writing desk is a female Tiefling wearing a blazing crimson cloak over tailored furs. The cloak is fastened with a silver and ivory brooch bearing a design reminiscent of a stylised, branching tree - the symbol of the Arcane Brotherhood. Two Kobold attendants crouch nearby, glancing nervously between the Tiefling and the party. The Tiefling looks up with an expression of both resignation and hopelessness and asks, “Have you come here to save me or kill me? Not that there will be much difference between the two.”

- The party confirm that they have found the elusive Maccath The Crimson and learn much from her. She was captured here three years ago by “Old White Death” Arauthator, an adult White Dragon, when she had come up here searching for information about the Draakhorn. Maccath had found more than just information about the Draakhorn, she had found the very item itself.

- Arauthator, recognising Maccath for an Arcane scholar and researcher, instead of killing Maccath kept her alive and a prisoner, to research the vast collection of arcane books that the Dragon stole centuries ago from the Hosttower of the Arcane Brotherhood. For a year and a half, Maccath did indeed decipher and unlock many of the ancient and powerful stolen tomes, but she also took time to continue her study of the Draakhorn. But then a group of humans, wearing distinctive robes and armour of purple, arrived at the ice plateau flying on Dragon back. This group spoke to Arauthator for some time, Maccath was not privy to what was discussed or who these people were, but after some lengthy negotiations this group took the Draakhorn with them, to where Maccath does not know.

- The party also learn that most of the treasure on display in these ice caves are warded by magic and if anyone were to touch it, then Arauthator would instantly know, including who and how many were in the group. Maccath also tells the party that she too has an enchanted placed upon her by the Dragon, that if she were to leave then the Dragon would immediately know. She can not leave here unless the Dragon is dead.

- The party convince Maccath that they do indeed intend to face Arauthator and upon hearing this, she hands over some items to assist the party: two Arrows of Dragon Slaying that Varis takes, and a Ring of Cold Resistance that Naillae places onto her finger. She warns them the Arauthator’s Lair below is extremely cold and a human cold not stay long in there before they start to become affected. She suggests staying no more than one hour below.

- Next Maccath leads the party into an adjacent room. Three shelves stand in this otherwise empty cavern, cobbled together out of salvaged wood, whale bone, pieces of giant’s armour, and even the frozen limbs of yetis. A number of scrolls, books, parchments, and folios are carefully arranged on the shelves, all bearing the markings of magical writing.

- One the far side of this room is a 15 foot wide hole of darkness in the floor, the cold that flows from it is harsh. Maccath warns the party that this is one of two ways into the Dragon’s Lair. Maccath goes around the shelves and gathers ten scrolls to give to the party. Unfortunately most of the scrolls are unusable by the party but Ragnar does take two: Wall of Fire and Fire Shield. Varis takes two: Protection From Energy and Water Breathing. Trenchant takes one: Hold Monster.

- The party move back to Maccath’s tent and rest for an hour. The two Kobolds, who have been tied up and secured, are questioned and the party learn that the second hole into the Dragon Lair is the safest one. The Kobolds give crude directions to this second hole.

- The party leave Maccath behind, as she states she would be useless in any combat, and they follow the directions given by the Kobolds. They arrive a small chamber, that feels far colder than it should be. The cold issues from a yawning pit in the floor that twists down into the darkness, and above which a heavy iron hook is anchored in the ice of the ceiling. A five foot  wide walkway extends around both sides of the pit, connecting to two opposite entrances into the room. Carved into the ice of the walls are detailed images of dragons in flight.

- The party take some time to carefully plan and prepare to make their way down this 60 foot deep pit. Using a two ropes tied together, Labarett uses his Mage Hand to attach the rope to the iron hook in the ceiling. Then using some equipment from Sir Krondor’s climbing kit, they set up a carabiner and another rope to allow one person at a time to safely descend below. The party also take time now to prepare themselves: rubbing Polar Skin alchemical liquid onto their skin, casting Protection of Cold spells, and making sure that the Ring of Cold Resistance is worn.

- The vast cavern below that the party now finds itself in is painfully cold. Even with their cold weather gear they can feel the cold already painfully stinging their skin. Pillars and platforms of ice jut up from the icy floor and the party are standing atop a tall one, the hole in the ceiling above them. The cavern is so large that they can not see the size of it. Varis can detect a Dragon somewhere to the west and Gim hears distance movement to the north.

- The party slowly climb the icy platform they are on and make their way down, a level at a time, until they are standing on the icy cavern floor. Trenchant and Naillae sneak off to the side, whilst the party decide which way to go. Suddenly two Scrags, Troll like creatures that have adapted to living in watery environments, rush towards the party, surprising Labarett, Gim, Trenchant, Shadow and Ragnar.

- The party respond well to the sudden threat, like the well seasoned adventurers they are, and push back the Scrags quickly and easily. With the help of burning candles dropped onto the downed Scrags, they keep the beasts from regenerating.

- The party regroup and decide to push on, not wishing to waste time, as they all remember the warning of Maccath about staying too long down below in this extreme cold.

- Moving westwards, Varis and Shadow set off an enchanted ward but luckily both manage to jump back in time to avoid it. But the trap gives off a loud high pitch sound and from the west comes the sound of something large splashing in water.

- The party prepare for battle, just in time to see the large shape of a winged beast, just on the edge of their Drakvision, perched above them on one large icy outcrop. The shadowy, indistinct form moves but before it can do anything, Varis lets loose one of the Arrows of Dragon Slaying and hits it in the chest. The Dragon roars in rage and then Varis starts running away from the Dragon and towards the rest of the party shouting, “My work here is done!”

- He starts to move towards Trenchant and Naillae, who are crouched hiding in the shadows, but from their frantic shaking of their heads, he changes his mind and runs another direction.

- Gim moves upwards towards Varis, “What’s happening? I could no hear ya over that bloody roar!”

- Varis doesn’t stop but keeps running past Gim, just pointing backwards over his shoulder. Gim looks up to see the shadowy figure move and the form of an Adult White Dragon appear towering over him. As the party see the Dragon clearly now, the Dragon Fear washes over them. All but Sir Krondor manage to over come their fear and ignore it.

- The Dragon opens his jaws towards the fleeing Varis, now with Gim standing in the way, and icy particles start to form and whirl in its mouth. Trenchant tries to distract the Dragon with a minor illusion but Arauthator has his eyes locked onto Varis.

- Gim starts to move but it is now too late. He can’t move out of the way as Arauthator breaths out a cone of intense cold and frost that hits him directly. Varis, the intended target of the Dragon’s wrath, manages to roll towards an icy wall and avoid most of the cold.

- Gim is still standing but his armour his covered in frost and some of his hear, including his beard, has been frozen off. His skin his blue and he starts to slowly back up, grabbing his heavy crossbow.

- A cat and mouse game commences, with the Dragon leaping around, never staying put and striking whenever he can towards Varis, the greatest threat to the Dragon. Meanwhile, Varis is reinforcing his position as number one target, by letting loose another Arrow Of Dragon Slaying that hits the Dragon in its neck.

- The rest of party is responding: Labarett lets loose his Javelin of Lightning but it misses, Gim is firing bolts from his heavy cross bow, Varis sends his animal companion Shadow in to leap at the Dragon whenever it lands, Naillae rushes in with her daggers trying to sneak a deadly blow but can’t land a hit, and Trenchant yells insults to distract the mighty beast. Sir Krondor, still unable to overcome the Dragon Fear, is firing arrows into the air in the general direction of the Dragon but most are missing due to his shaking hands.

- Arauthator is waiting, biding his time, until he can once again feel the force within his chest telling him that his Breath is ready. Using his mighty claws and jaws against individual foes, or his long tail to swipe or his wings to batter down those around him with blasts of air. He does not have to wait long however and leaping back into the air he begins to once again open his jaws. The icy jet flies towards Varis, Naille and Shadow. Shadow is instantly killed, frozen to ice, Varis and Naille however, their trained Rogue skills kicking in, giving them just enough time to roll out of the way of most of the blast.

- The party are wounded, especially Varis who is barely standing from taking the brunt of the Dragon’s assault. Varis knows one more swing from Arauthator and he is a dead man. With this knowledge he looks towards the Dragon as it leaps off an icy platform and extends its wings to dive towards him at speed. Varis knocks a single sheaf arrow. All his Arrows of Dragon slaying are gone now.

- A single sheaf arrow.

- With death staring Varis in the face as the mighty form of Arauthator now looms over him, strange thoughts drift through his head, as his fingers play and linger over the soft fletching of the sheaf arrow: I wonder if the fletcher who made this arrow ever thought it might end up in a dragon?

- Arauthator raises his head up, his jaws opening wide, a roar of pure rage trumpeting out that deafens Varis.

- A single sheaf arrow.

- The Dragon begins to raise one large paw, with foot long razor sharp talons extending out. The muscles of the Dragon constrain, ready to unleash furry upon Varis.

- Varis raises his bow, knocks the arrow and lets it fly without aiming, trusting his instincts and knowing that he doesn’t have time to aim.

- A single sheaf arrow.

- The arrow flies directly up, into the open mouth of Arauthator and disappears inside. The arrow plunges into the fleshy upper part of the mouth and penetrates through muscle and bone, directly into the Dragon’s brain. The large creature shrieks in pain, as it falls to the side with a crash.

- Arauthator, “Old White Death” lays dead. Brought down.

- By a single sheaf arrow.

<And as the party stand over the dead body of a large dragon, the loud echoes of its death cry still ringing, that is the end of the session.>

XP Allocation

Group - Combined (This is equally divided by the number of players who were involved)

Quests (Only quests that are completed or rendered undoable, during this session, are shown here)

- Quest Milestone: Locate Maccath The Crimson = 500 XP

Creatures Overcome

- Arauthator (Adult White Dragon) = 10000 XP

Individual (This is only given to that person and is not divided amongst all players)

Special Bonus (Outstanding Role Playing)

Nil

XP Levels and Player Allocations

Player : Start +  Received = Total  (Notes)

Rob : 98918 + 1875 = 100793 (Level up to Level 12)

Arthur : 79386 + 1125 = 80511

John : 72502 + 1125 = 73627

Travis : 90241 + 1500 = 91741

Paul : 79117 + 1500 =  80617

Bob : 86445 + 1875 = 88320

NPC (Naillae) : + (750)

#D&D #DnD #5th #5e #ROT

[daniharperdominant]

First Friday || Dani & Ash

Tagging: Dani Harper and Ash Clarington @ash-clarington​

Date: Friday, October 9

Location: Dani’s Room

Summary: Bondage, Impact, Sex and Cuddles

As far as scenes go, Dani had a hard time predicting what was going to happen with Ash.  The submissive was quiet and reserved, and not big on unnecessary words or conversation - which frightened her a little, because scenes required constant communication.  But she was a good Dominant, if her course work and scenes in her first year were any indication, and she knew that no matter whether Ash was talkative or not the scene would be safe and carefully executed.  Waiting beside the bed were the impact implements she'd chosen, as well as lengths of rope that she could tie into strict knots but undo or cut at a moment's notice. There was soft music filling her room, and she'd chosen a very simple outfit - a jade green bra paired with dark underwear, framed by a black robe.  The scene didn't have to include any sexual element, nor would it unless Ash asked, but Dani also wanted to be comfortable.  Dressing the way she had helped her feel even more Dominant. Perching on her bed, she played an idle game on her phone as she waited for Ash's knock.

The summer break and the emotional drudge of the end of Ash's last semester left her, putting it lightly, out of practice. On top of that, she was starting to sink a little too far into herself on campus. She walked around going unnoticed, speaking to no one, attending classes then tucking herself back into her room. It was getting depressing and Ash knew if she let it go on she'd probably pull herself deeper into more destructive behaviors left unchecked. So the submissive had seen an opportunity. And she went for it. Donning some of her best lingerie beneath a simple dress, Ash pulled on her coat to combat the evening chill and left early enough to take her time walking to the Dominant dorms. Ash paused before she knocked at Dani's door to take a few steadying breaths and steady herself. The anticipation building in her belly was specific and sorely, sorely missed.

Dani set her phone aside, silenced, and stood up to smooth out her robe.  She opened the door with a smile, wanting Ash to know that she was welcome and that she had no intention of doing anything that wasn't wanted or desired.  "Please, come inside."  Once Ash was clear of the door Dani turned with a gently chiding expression.  "In the future, please kneel at the door while you wait."  It wasn't a huge issue the first time, but she didn't want the submissive to make a habit of not kneeling.  "In the meantime, please step into the bedroom there and take a seat.  There are a few things we need to go over quickly." Stepping into the room after her, Dani shut the door.  "I'd like to hear your limits and safeword, Ash, and then I'd like to know one thing that you want out of this scene tonight.  Anything at all, just the first thing you can think of that you really want."

Ash felt the tips of her ears flash warm. There was no anger in Dani's voice, no contempt, barely even a hint of annoyance over the matter but Ash still felt her stomach swirl with unrest over it. It'd been a while since she had knelt for someone, she had quiet literally forgotten. She swallowed the disappointment in herself silently and complied with the given instructions, only pausing to shuck away her jacket to hang by the door. Ash cleared her throat before speaking, having not said much since being called on in an afternoon class, then began "My limits are small confined spaces, tickling, body fluids and," Ash winced slightly at the last one---"age play." The submissive sat where instructed, mentally reminding herself not to fidget. "My safe word is lavender, Miss, and... and well I guess..." Ash paused thoughtfully, attempting to draw up the most accurate response. "I want to feel less." It came out wrong but Ash just needed to transfer control for a while, be fully distracted, to not think.

Dani was patient and warm as she could be as she waited for Ash to give her what she'd asked for.  There was no rush when she did a scene, no urge to move faster or increase the pace, especially when it was with someone new.  That was only a recipe for disaster.  The submissive's list of limits was easy to comply with and wouldn't butt up against any of what she had in mind for the night.  "To feel less," Dani repeated.  "As in...to get out of your own head?  That's something I can definitely do." She kept her eyes on Ash.  "Thank you for all of that.  Let me explain my philosophy when I scene.  This should be fun for us both.  I will strive never to go too far, never to do anything you don't want, and never to make you feel unsafe.  Should any of those things happen, I will expect a safeword and honor it as sacrosanct.  No debate, no argument - if you safeword, we stop immediately.  No matter what."  Dani smiled.  "If all of that is acceptable to you, please strip down as far as you're comfortable with."

This Dominant was a little bit of an enigma, it was enticing to Ash. Usually she went for the overbearing and vocally stern types but the way Dani's voice flowed seamlessly between what seemed to be her normal speaking voice to something more succinct and direct for clarity. Dominance with a gentleness Ash wasn't accustom to.

The woman's inference was exactly what Ash meant and the submissive felt some of her apprehension melt away. The swirling  in her stomach faded and a spark of excitement began to take it's place. With no hesitation Ash reached for the zipper of her dress and then let it fall. She stepped away once it was pooling around her ankles and felt herself gravitating toward Dani. Ash did knee then, signifying her willingness to begin, and to submit.

"Good girl," Dani smiled.  The first moments of any scene were the most important to her mind - trust had to be established on both sides, guidelines and boundaries set to be sure that everyone involved was comfortable ans safe for what was to come.  "You're a very beautiful girl, Ash, and I appreciate you wearing such lovely things over for me."  Reaching out, she gently ran her fingers through the girl's dark hair.  Only then did she stand, shrugging out of her robe to leave them in similar states of undress. "I'd like you to lie down on the bed for me, please.  Face down, with your hands above your head.  I'm going to secure your hands and your feet, and then we'll begin some simple impact play."  It was only the warm up, but the warm up was important.  Once Ash was in position, Dani took a small length of the rope and began to securely knot it around the girl's ankles.  "You look very lovely in rope."

Ash held her shiver at bay. It was more the Dominant's words that the simple touch but both made her eyes drop closed for a moment and Ash had to reign in some of her focus just to lift herself off the floor and onto the bed as she was told. She kept her eyes low as she moved but lifted them just enough to catches glimpses of Dani as she moved around her, free of the robe she had been donning before. Ash's heart picked up as the rope brushed against her and tightened against her skin. "Thank you, Miss." She managed, reminding herself to be vocal.

"You're welcome," Dani smiled.  She'd known that Ash was quiet, and had expected it, which made it all the more important that she be cognizant of other nonverbal cues - the sound of her breathing, the tension in certain limbs and muscles, the way that she moved or didn't move.  They were all important, and she would do her best to watch for any and all of them. "Hands now," she instructed.  "Just keep them above your head, and we'll get them tied.  It was a quick series of simple knots, and she gave them an experimental tug when she was finished.  "Does that all feel okay?  Nothing pinching, no pain?"

For just a flash of a moment a voice in the back of Ash's mind told her to ball her fists at her sides and resist but her desire to bend willfully won out and she placed her hands above her head, face down, as told. Goosebumps broke out over the submissive's body as soon as the final rope was in place. Ash moved a little at first, simply opening and closing her hands and rotating her ankles to test for tightness and blood flow. She gave a few experimental tugs, admiring the Dominant's work as she realized how stuck she really was. The residual panic was set aside quickly Ash let Dani's earlier words ring again through her thoughts. She could stop this at any time. Ash stilled and took a steadying breath. "None, Miss."

Dani was impressed by the way that Ash moved, clearly knowing how to check her bonds without needing further instruction.  She watched carefully as well, making sure that the ropes were going to hold for what she had in mind but not dig in if there was a struggle.  "Very good girl, thank you.  We're going to start the impact portion of this scene using just an open hand.  Five spanks on each side, just to get your skin warmed up a little.  I'd like you to count out all ten for me, please - no need to thank me, just a count will be sufficient." Once there was confirmation, Dani began.  The spanks weren't designed to hurt or punish, they were simply a way to bring some blood to the surface of Ash's skin.  Good impact required a warmup, because without it there was too much chance of broken blood vessels and marks that would last a week instead of a couple of days.  Not to mention, of course, that she enjoyed the spanking immensely.

Ash knew the process, the way it should be done anyway. Not all Dominant's were quite as kind and if Ash were being honest she didn't always care if they were. In the past doing casual scenes she usual set a limit of no marks that would be lasting on her body but with her Mistress, that was a different story. Her Mistress could be reckless at times in a way Ash found thrilling, it was one of the destructive natures of their relationship. This was different and Ash liked the way Dani spoke aloud what she was doing, and furthermore, why. Ash gave her acknowledgment, the small bit of praise pushing her forward in her desire to hear it again. The brunette didn't flinch when the first blow landed, she counted out. Her body didn't recoil at the next, landing firmly, stinging but only slightly. The Dominant's strikes didn't rock Ash's body, it enticed it, and she felt herself warming. The places that had fallen beneath Dani's palm, her cheeks, her core. Ash was mindful of her breath between counting, stubbornly determined to stay grounded for as long as possible through their play. "Ten." Ash huffed out, mindful not to stutter, and paused for the last to land.

Thus far, Ash had been a perfect scene partner - willing, eager, and able to follow instructions without hesitation.  Knowing that let Dani lose herself in the scene a little, watching the way that her soft skin rippled with each impact and the way that her voice grew just a little bit more ragged as she counted.  "Very good," she praised at the halfway mark, and when her hand came down for the tenth and final time she repeated the praise again.  "Such a good girl for me." Dani ran a hand across pink skin, squeezing and rubbing in equal measure.  "Now that you're warmed up, I think we'll move on to something a bit more intense.  I have my favorite paddle here," she reached for one nearby, wrapped in red leather with her initials monogrammed on the handle, and ran it up and down Ash's spine.  "And I'm sure that you're going to enjoy it.  You don't need to count this time, just lie there and let yourself enjoy it." Once Ash had responded, Dani brought the paddle down with firmly, creating a slapping noise that seemed very loud in the quiet room.

The submissive was putty beneath Dani’s praise. It didn’t matter what the Dominant had pulled out, Ash would have accepted it eagerly. She turned her head to flip her air out of her eyes and get a look at Dani, with her blood pumping Ash took more time actually looking at the other woman. Her eyes dashed over the paddle, noting the initials, but they lingered on the curve of the Dominant’s hips. “Thank you, Miss.” she said, for the relief from counting and for each blow she hadn’t thanked along the way. The short pause before the paddle was put to use had Ash holding her breath and when it finally came down with a near crack, she inhaled loudly, her fists balling in the sheets. The bark was worse than it’s bite but the instant tingle that followed was addicting and Ash waiting intently for more, her breathing quickening.

When Ash turned to look at her, Dani let everything she was feeling show in her eyes.  The pride in the way she was taking the impact, the concern for Ash's well being, and the desire that she felt seeing a beautiful woman tied up with a reddened ass.  There was nothing held back, and nothing she wouldn't be open about. "You're welcome, my good girl.  You're doing so well for me."  As long as that continued she planned on making sure Ash was rewarded properly for her submission, so a small part of her brain went to work on what a good reward might be. "God, you look good," she grinned.  "Your ass is made for this."  Establishing a quick rhythm, Dani alternated spanks on each side.  The staccato pattern sounded like gunshots in the quiet, and when she reached fifteen she set the paddle down, wriggling slightly in excitement.  "How are you feeling, sweet girl?"

It didn’t take long for Ash to get lost in it. She had to work to find rhythm with her breath, to keep from gasping at every strike. She lost count in her head somewhere around ten and grounded herself in Dani’s voice as a distraction to the steadily growing sting of her reddened skin. The center of her body was burning, and through the movement sparked further irritation to her backside, Ash pressed her hips downward. Her body instinctively looking for relief from the building tension between her legs. The more it went on the less Ash found herself caught up on any worries and her focus began to dwindle. By the time Dani stopped the brunette hadn’t even realized she had been making sharp and small mewling noises along with the paddle. It was only when it was silent in the room again that the sounds caught up with Ash’s thoughts and her blush spread over her cheeks beneath long dark unruly hair, and across her chest. She didn’t want to speak but Ash found Dani’s eyes, expressing a certain calm in lidded blue eyes, despite her elevated heart rate. She pulled on the restraints annoyed that she couldn’t reach for Dani. Ash hummed and gave a nod, “Good, Miss.” was all she was willing to conjure.

As silence settled over the room and Ash's little needy noises reached her ears, Dani immediately wanted to hear more of them.  There was no mistaking the way that the submissive tried to grind into the bed, or the tension in the ropes as they were pulled at, and it left Dani with a decision to make.  She didn't want to push too hard, or too fast.  Ash had seemed almost skittish in their first few conversations.  But at the same time, if her body was craving touch then Dani would not deny that. "You're so gorgeous.  Ass all red for me, moving while you try to get some relief - absolutely gorgeous."  Dani licked her lips.  "With your permission, Ash, I'd like to touch you now.  Because good girls deserve rewards, and I think you've been a very good girl for me.  Is that something that you'd like?" Either answer would be okay with her - sex wasn't a necessary part of a scene for her, but she certainly enjoyed it with willing girls.  It was completely up to Ash what her next move would be, and she was comfortable sitting there waiting to find out.  In the meantime her hand moved idly across reddened skin, brushing it gently with her fingertips.

“Yes.” Ash slipped too quickly and she mentally scolded herself for being needy. “Yes, Miss.” She shifted, sinking lower on the bed to get a little more bend in her knees. Ash pulled again at the restraint, knowing over and over again that they wouldn’t give way. The submissive couldn’t keep herself from squirming. Every ‘good girl’ sent Ash reeling with delight and a smile, though devilish, pulled at her lips unchecked. Dani could keep her there all night if she wanted, as long as there was promise of this. The abundance of attention and praise after not feeling as fulfilled in quite some time bubbled emotions to the surface but Ash ignored them, keeping herself in the moment instead. “Please touch me.” She breathed out, arching her back to lift her body from the bed and raise her ass up higher against the restraints.

Dani's eyebrow quirked, but before she could think of correcting Ash she went ahead and took care of it herself to save her the trouble.  "You asked very nicely, gorgeous girl, so I'm going to give you what you asked for.  That's a promise."  God, there was nothing more beautiful than a girl struggling against her restraints in need. Dani took a moment to admire the view but not loosing her from the restraints.  For now, she would have to be content with the touches Dani was willing to give.  Only later, when she'd proven herself good, would she be allowed to to any touching of her own.  "It's hard to even know where to start," she mused playfully.  "This ass is beautiful."  Her hands ran over Ash's offered body.  "And these hips, and these thighs..." her fingers traced them as well. "But I think I know what you want.  I think you'd like it if I touched you here."  Dani's finger traced a path up one thigh, pausing between her legs before pressing oh so gently against her core.  "So wet for me already," she murmured.  "I do love a needy girl."

Ash let out a moan as soon as Dani’s touch grazed her inner thigh. She shivered beneath it in anticipation and nearly cried out when the slightest pressure was applied where she needed it. She breathed into the pillow, ragged and uneven, steadying herself. Ash was dizzy with it. The scene was enveloping her whole, she forgot they were even doing it because she had asked. Ash forgot about Devereux, about anyone else she had met there. Her past and failed claim slipped from her mind like it’d never even been there and all of Ash’s thoughts either dwindled away to blankness or settled with an intensity on the Dominant hovering above her.

Dani was intoxicated with Ash.  The way she moved, the way she breathed, the noises that slipped from her lips - everything about her just fed Dani's desire for more.  To see what other noises, what other gasps and quivers and cries she could wring from the submissive before their time was over.  Her hand moved away, but only so that she could quickly untie the rope that held her ankles together. "Much better," she murmured.  "Gives us some room to work."  She didn't expect an answer from Ash, nor would she demand one, and her finger quickly returned to the spot she'd just left.  This time she didn't settle for a touch, instead tracing the length of Ash's lips with one hand and gathering wetness on the tip of her finger before stopping to lick it languorously clean.  "You taste so very good, gorgeous girl. "

Ash wasted no time raising up on her knees once she was freed. The cool feel of the sheets dragging against the patterned indents the rope had left on her ankles brought her back a little. The sensation pulled her closer to the surface only to be immediately undone again by the sight of Dani tasting Ash from her fingertips. A guttural moan released past her lips at the sight and Ash closed her eyes as if it were too much to filter in at once. Her ass in the air and chest pressed to the bed, Ash waited with baited breath for what was next.

Each time Dani thought she'd heard the hottest noise that Ash could make, she found a way to make a better one.  The moan shot right through her, and she squeezed her legs together just a little in response.  "I think we're going to turn you over now," she instructed.  "I like this ass very much, but if I'm going to make you cum for me then I want to see it in your face."  Dani helped her over, taking Ash's leg and propping it on her shoulder as she settled between them. "I'm not going to tease right now.  It won't always be this easy, but you've been very good for me.  What I do want is for you to be vocal, with words or sounds, so that I know you're enjoying it.  You can cum when you get there, you don't have to stop to ask me.  I just want to watch." True to her word, Dani didn't hesitate.  She ran two fingers up and down the length of her slit before pushing them into her, fingers curling just a little on each thrust.  Her other hand moved closer and her thumb worked gently at Ash's clit; she didn't want to rush, just establish a slow and steady build.

Their movements were easy, sometimes Ash was following along and other times the Dominant was more manual. She was on her back quicker than she had time to process, arms now crossed above her head. The anticipation built with every word Dani spoke and Ash had to lend most of her attention to not writhing in the woman's arms to demand more. She heard most of what was said, most importantly the part about being allowed to climax. Ash hiccupped a groan as Dani set to work, the initial intrusion setting her skin alight with a cold flame of a chill. The submissive gave a helpless tug at her restraints, her body twisting and arching into the touch. Fleeting thoughts of being able to reach for Dani ran through Ash's clouding mind as she pulled, helpless to the Domme. Her breath was ragged and she could feel pressure building but Ash was trying to stay in the moment for as long as she could. Each stroke brought her closer and closer but when Ash rolled her hips she felt the sheets rub across her freshly reddened skin and the pain distracted her from her impending orgasm. Trying to hold onto the moment and stay beneath Dani's steady watch, the submissive put all her focus on the sting of the sheets against her ass. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, watching the Domme watch her, holding her gaze when she could as her body began to go into overdrive outside of her control.

Dani was in her element, and she loved it.  There was absolutely, positively nothing sexier to her than a girl who'd given herself over completely, and Ash had done that for her.  There was no hesitation in her now, none of the hesitance that she'd shown in conversation, just the beautifully simple reactions of a woman who was going to be fucked to a brilliant orgasm and was completely lost in the experience. "That's a good girl," she murmured as Ash tested the ropes yet again, still finding no give in Dani's knot work.  "Look at you," she praised, moving her hand away from Ash's clit to reach up and brush away the unruly dark hair that had fallen over her face.  Only when she could see her eyes properly did Dani's fingers return to their task.  "So very beautiful."  There was no rush in her movements, no urgency, just a simple steady pace of thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw.  With each thrust her fingers curled, dragging over Ash's g-spot, and with each pull back they straightened out once more. She was gloriously wet around Dani's fingers, and the Domme couldn't wait to taste her again - but it would wait until the task at hand was complete.  "God, you're fucking gorgeous," she grinned.  "I've got you, Ash.  I'll get you where you need to go, I promise you, and you're going to ride out every second for me.  Getting so close now."

Her orgasm seemed to fall over her slowly. Ash felt it coming and she slipped her way off the edge with her breath held and her pulse racing. The Dominants eyes trained on her only propelled its ferocity and her body shook as she rode out the drawn out climax. Ash cursed, losing herself in the moment. There was a slight ache in her arms, something she didn't notice until after the wave of her orgasm had begun to recede. It felt good, it all felt good. The submissive's body was still shuddering with post orgasmic flutters and her thoughts were slow to the forefront of her mind.

As slick walls tightened around her fingers, Dani couldn't hold back a proud smile.  This was her favorite moment - there was something so beautifully unguarded in a woman's face as she fell from the edge, and it always filled her with power to be the one to see it.  True to her word, Dani's fingers never ceased their movement until she was sure that Ash had wrung every ounce of pleasure from her climax - only then did she withdraw, bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking them gently clean.  "You were so good for me."  Leaning down, she gave Ash the rarest of her gifts - a long, slow kiss.  "You're such a good girl.  When you feel like you can, please tell me what you need from me for aftercare.  And whether you'd like to be untied yet or not."

Ash was winded and spent. She hummed away a flicker of arousal watching Dani taste her a second time but was quickly derailed by the unexpected kiss. Ash's brows nit together as she was pulled further into it, languidly following Dani's lead. It left her breathless and reeling. Her body was still thrumming from orgasm and her lips tingled in the wake of the kiss, blue eyes following the Dominant away with a glimmer of surprise still present. When Ash had caught her breath she rolled slightly to one side, trying to stretch some life back into her limbs. Then nodded, acknowledging that her selfcare was dependent on speaking up for herself, that she could handle. Pulling tension but not tugging the submissive nodded again, "Untie me please, Miss."

Ash's surprised expression only made Dani feel better about giving her such a rare present.  She wasn't romantic or anything of the sort, so a kiss was about the highest praise that she could offer a submissive who'd scened with her.  Sitting back a little, she watched the girl carefully as she rolled and stretched, glad to hear her voice speak clearly in response to her request. "Of course - good girl for asking politely."  Dani slowly undid the knots, taking each arm between her hands and rubbing feeling carefully back into them.  Then, gently and slowly, she moved away a little to give Ash room to sit up if that was what she chose to do.  "All untied now," she murmured, keeping her tone and words soft in the aftermath of the scene.

Ash sat up, feeling dazed. She rubbed at her wrists absently as she struggled to pull her thoughts fully in line, noting that her own fingers didn't feel half as soothing as the Dominant's had been. It had been exactly what Ash needed. Uncomplicated and straight forward. The scene hadn't been overwhelming and the submissive could feel that serene feeling she got after submitting begin to circle her. It wasn't as all encompassing as it was when she fully gave herself over but it was enough to feel satisfying and certainly scratched the itch. She felt okay, her bottom sore but nothing that wouldn't fade on its own through the night. There was always only one thing she craved after a scene, something so simple but perfectly soothing. "Can I just..." Ash hesitated, building herself up to asking. "Will you lay with me for a while, Miss? Until I go?"

Dani kept her gaze trained on Ash as she sat up and rubbed over the spot where the ropes had been, making sure that there was nothing bothering her or that needed any treatment.  That didn't seem to be the case, which made Dani happy - it meant she'd done her job properly and kept care of Ash.  The request made her smile, especially given how hesitantly it was made. "It would be my pleasure, sweet girl."  Dani pulled back the covers on her bed and took the big spoon position, patting the spot in front of her.  "Thank you for telling me what you needed.  Get comfortable, and you're welcome to stay as long as you want."

#thread: first friday #char: ash clarington

[magicalsalamander]

Aurelius Part 5

Pairing: BTS Namjoon  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Werewolf | Fluff | Angst | Smut [later] |

Summary: When the daughter of the secretary for the Minister for Wolf and Canine relations is the last living member of her clan, she must find a way to avenge her family. She must find a way to put an end to the hunters whose sole purpose is to cleanse the world of werewolves. The golden one hasn’t forgotten. Will she be able to get the revenge she needs?

Words: 8.7 K

Warnings: Rated Mature; explicit themes.

A/N:  Orig post: 08|09| 2018; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.

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The brown, matted fur tapped against his calves, thick water droplets dripped off the split ends of his pelt cloak. It puddled behind him as he took powerful steps forward. His whistling echoed in the empty hallway, soft like sing-song birds chirping, to the tune of twisted nerve. He had a pep in his step with each change in his tone and tempo. He ran his trembling, bandaged hand through his hair shucking the stringy fringe out of his eyes. The pitch kept inclining reaching a near chord ripping pitch as he approached the iron cage prison door. The bottom bars were rusted, as it feed off the water that pooled around the door. He gripped the coarse edge of the handle and dramatically unjammed it out its lock.

The clanking of the heavy bars sliding across eachother shook the walls rattling the heavy, industrial chains that were attached from the ceiling to handcuffs on my wrist. The feet of chain kept me in a grid lock kneeling position as my body was kept taunt. The rope methodically tied around my thighs and calves secured me into place; the twine dug into old scars over my pants as it burned with the small movements. The Hunter about to throw another punch my way skidded to a stop and stepped back greeted the person with a ceremonial shout. I coughed recovering from the last infliction and lifted my head to the newest visitor. My shoulders ached from being held in an over arm tie for who knows how long. Everything hurt...so much, it hurt so much.

The dull, cobblestone walls echoed the sound of his boots treading through water that was still dripping from my figure. I looked up at the man who brought me here, Jared, and growled. He chuckled waving his beaten hand at me, purposely pausing with an all too happy tone, “Only got me a bit baby girl, but look at you, all tied up. Weren’t you warned to not mess with the Hunters?”

I didn’t give him the satisfaction knowing that my kind feared the name. I didn’t want to give him that hand over me, us. I’d bite his hand a thousand times over, even if I ended up in the same position, before I gave him that satisfaction. I remained smug and just stared at him.

He grew frustrated with the lack of a reaction, “Do you not know of the HUNTERS!” He enunciated each syllable, finishing with scream until the veins in his neck turned purple. When I didn’t answer him still he paced around the room, turning his back to me until he snapped and lunged at me. His eyes were that of a savage Neanderthal as he repeatedly kicking me. My knees scrapped against the flooring as I swung back but I came back like a boomerang because of the chains on the force of his kicks. The wind was knocked out of my lungs and I grunted trying to breathe again, his steel toe boots were like a knife jabbing into my ribs. I suppressed the grunts and whines the best I could, trying to prolong the effect of pain as long as possible.

The sweat dripping down my temple mixed with the water dripping beneath me. I spat a mix of saliva and blood at him, “I only know murderers and savages that go by that name.”

He grabbed my hair forcing my head back so I looked directly into his lunatic eyes. He jerked my head to the side as he looked for something on my neck. He shifted my head to the other side to observe my collarbone, my pathetic clothing wasn’t concealing much, or anything thing at all. “The bitch doesn’t have a mate, there’s no claim marking. She’s all alone. Oh, how sad puppy, you we’re out there all alone. A rogue no one cares about if she were to disappear. A waste of space.” He roughly let go of my head tossing me out of his grip.

My head bobbed down, dizziness settled in or catching up from holding my breath. I looked down at the floor. Something I didn’t think he could physically hit, but he tore into it and left it raw and bare in front of me. My heart. Namjoon. We weren’t bonded, and I left the Kim family behind me. I really was alone.

In the reflection in a puddle underneath me I saw someone in the background walk across the room. I swallowed back the taste of iron, clearing my clouded sense of smell. I picked up the pungent smell of death that I hadn’t noticed earlier, yet the life energy that was attached to it was familiar. My eyes followed and narrowed at the man who was torturing me before the other caveman came in. He stopped and stood over the out of place table, his broad back was facing me. The pelt that I felt a connection to hung over his shoulders was old, yet the man at the table was an overgrown teenager at most.

Jared caught on that I was staring at the man at the table. “We got a special treat for you.”

The kid turned around, so I could watch him slide the syringe into the vial, pulling up the thick black liquid. He handed the syringe to Jared, and he held it up to the single flood light, flicking it with his index. “This solution here, it’s going to force you to shift. We’re going to skin you and I’ll carry your pelt around on my shoulders along with the rest of my collection.” Once he was satisfied with his taunting he looked at me smiling whole heartedly, “Surprise.”

His menacing eyes locked on my neck as he stepped towards me, the other four men in the room circled around him to watch the spectacle. I jerked back, the ropes dug into my legs and the chain whipped above me as I fought to move away, “No, don’t! Don’t do it, don’t do this! NOOOOO—AHHH!”

Namjoon stumbled on the uneven ground, the fight between the human side and the wolf was pulling his energy in all different directions. His eyes opaque in glitching obsidian as he was fought off the shift. He needed to go after Aure. He needed to bring back his mate. Fur grew at his knuckles and along his spine, his nails elongated with his fangs into a non-fictional, medieval version of a werewolf. He clumsily sprinted after Aure, groans and pleads of her name fell past his bloody lips, “Aure!”  

The bonsho was tolling, his internal roaring sounding at the gate of the underworld. He could see Aure’s figure in blips in front of him, “Aure! Come back!” The trees were rustling about him and his sensitive ears were ringing at the amount of sounds that were becoming overwhelming. He kept moving forward without paying attention, just relying on his wolf to follow the scent of his mate. His foot caught on dead roots that snaked unevenly from its dead stump and he crashed, skidding along the dry soil until he hit a solid tree. His pants caught on in his downfall ripping as he was yanked forward by his beastly momentum. He growled at himself, he knew he was being reckless, but he didn’t care what happened to him. He hunched on all fours, his spine curled like a lycanthrope, yet still man and continued running.

Namjoon couldn’t see her anymore, his heart was banging continuously to those at whatever gate asking them to hear his pleas. He doesn’t want to lose her, his mate, his everything. He shouldn’t have cupped his hands around the frightened bird in his hands. He should have opened his hands, but by closing his hands thinking he was protecting her he realized it was like magic trick and she disappeared when he was too late.

The broken edges of the shrubbery and stray branches scratched against his face, but he kept running forward. The fog was picking up as he approached the hurtling river, the constant sound of unsettled water was deafening. Fog swirled like a tornado around his limbs as he raced like a bullet. He pushed through shrubbery and ended up at an empty shoreline. Namjoon skidded to a stop at the edge of the water. Why did his wolf lead him here? He looked around sniffling insistently, but her scent “ended” here. In fact, it was dancing everywhere along the water, but it was localized here. Her scent was mixing in with the layer of fog and moisture in the air.

Namjoon couldn’t feel her presence nearby. He sloshed and dove forth into the water when he couldn’t find her on the shore. What if she was in the water? What if she went down the river? What…if she drowned? The fog was messing with his senses and emotions; the lucid scent was making him angry. He thrashed in the water when he kept turning up empty. He was growing restless. He fell to his knees and let his head fall back in a roar, his tears were mixing in with the fresh water below.

The daughter had been found, but she slipped through his fingers. It was all his fault.

He trudged back to the edge of the shore and lunged at the first tree within his line of sight. He balled up his fist and let it swing with all his strength. The tree splintered upon impact, denting as his fist repeatedly met the warping wood. Wood chips fell at his feet and he didn’t stop until the tree physically began tipping over and broke. He panted heavily the fur around his knuckles and skin tore open. He rested his head against the broken stump, “What do I do? What am I supposed to do!” What would Mama Luna tell him when he comes home without Aure. He couldn’t come home without Aure, it wasn’t home…it wouldn’t be home without her anymore. What would his father say…what would his pack say? An Alpha never gives up, he’s been raised to never give up.

His nose tingled again, that sweetness, her scent wafted strongly from the river. He whipped around, his eyes searching for her, but it still looked the same. He stumbled forth, feet curving around the rocks on the shore. He searched on the floor for the strong source of her scent. His eyes caught onto the gentle flowing of a white cloth stuck to a branch jammed between rocks. He immediately grabbed it and brought it up to his nose. It was a piece of her shirt. His eyes filtered red, he couldn’t give up, “I’m not giving up. I’m not ever giving up on you Aure.”

However, finding her was something he couldn’t do alone, he needed his pack.

He let the shift take over, chomping down on the piece of clothing in his mouth and ran back towards the pack house. He ran faster than he had ever ran in his life, pushing the beast to its limits to cut any more losses in time.

He saw the lights from the outside porch flicker between the trees. He howled from the depth of his bowels. He howled in alarm until he reached the edge of the forest and the lights in almost every window turned on. He stood in the center of the field, shifting back into his human form, he tore off his shirt since it hung in shreds at his waist in ruins. His panted as the back door opened and members of the pack poured out. Eleven, tall, muscular men stood at attention in front of the of worried lot in formation. His father found way through the crowd, “Move! Son! Son, what’s wrong?”

Mama Luna stepped up her white mumu dress, “I don’t see Aure. Where is—Where’s Aure?”

He turned his face away in shame from his grandmother, “I-I…lost her. I—We need to get her back. I need help getting her back!” He held up the tattered piece of her shirt to show everyone.

Aviva gasped and stepped forward taking the piece of fabric, she choked on tears and turned to Mama Luna, “It-it’s Aure’s. This is the shirt I gave her.” She ran into Mama Luna’s open embrace, crying into her shoulder. Even Seojun, who stood amongst the eleven, face dipped in despair like the rest. They had all grown close to her in some form or respected her at least. They all felt the sense of lost.

Alpha Kim voice grew stern, “What happened?”

Namjoon looked around at the faces of his cousins, their mates, grandmother, and his father. “It doesn’t matter. Right now, we need to find her. We need to send patrols out and contact the other packs if she is in their borders. The last place I saw her was at the river, her scent fades out there. We need to move now!”

Alpha Kim turned to the pack, “You heard your Alpha, divide up and move out! Keep the line of communication open!”

Without hesitation the wolves began stripping of their clothing and shifted, striking up secondary formation. They ritually howled to the moon, asking the Moon goddess to look over them and bless them with safe travels and…to protect their Luna.

Namjoon turned back to the forest, the moon making the crystalizing sweat on his broad chest glimmer. He had his eyes focused on a single goal, he was to lead, he had to find his Luna. He had to bring Aure back, “Aure, I’m coming.”

The sliding glass door slammed open a panting, half-awake mate called out, “Wait! Alpha Kim, the phone…it’s the Hunters”

The piece of fabric that was being treasured in Aviva’s hand slipped through her fingers and fluttered down onto the grass.

The Hunters.

“NOOO!” Jared snapped his bandaged hand around my neck, encasing his soft fingers around my throat. He tightened his grip until I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t protest. The glint in his eye was swirling cynically as he overpowered me. He readjusted his fingers around the syringe so his thumb was on the depressor ready for injection. He raised his fist to plummet the syringe in my neck, “Say goodbye.”

I closed my eyes, breathing in my last breath and I used it to hum the song that brought me comfort.

The metal cage door fiercely slammed open rattling the cobblestone, “Jared! Put that down and let her go!” The grip around my throat loosened as Jared stood up right at the commanding voice to address the newcomer. The other four behind us suddenly bowed deeply bringing a hand across their chest, tapping it to stand up again and in sync shouted, “AWOO!”

I coughed and greedily sucking in air, catching my breath again.

“You fuckin’ leave the house, your daughter and wife, for this!” The husky voice screamed at the barbaric animal.

My eyes nearly exploded, I looked up and sought out the voice directly of…Papa’s. He looked nothing like the sweet old man sitting on the couch with his granddaughter. Anger rolled off his figure like tar and he looked like he just climbed out bed.

Jared yelled back at his father, “Pops, this won’t take long. This bitch was out on her own. She’s nothing more than a disgusting dog, why do you care so much?”

Two more people came into the room following Papa like a cabinet. The first thing that caught my eye was the huge blade hanging in the holster on one of the Hunter’s hip. I narrowed my eyes, the shape of it was obnoxious, he was obviously compensating for something. The same man noticed me staring and walked over to me like a child walking up to a candy store. While the others were distracted he whispered to me, “Oh, little puppy are you scared?”

I cringed, all my hair stood at attention as his words echo in my mind reawakening a suppressed face, a suppressed fear. I remembered exactly who this man was, what that knife had done to me. He was the one who cut me, marked me with the H and poured the boiling water over my back. He was the physical embodiment of my scars.

I heard the unsheathing of his knife from the holster as the blade scratched the leather. He squatted down behind me, his warm breath tickling my ear as he crudely chuckled. I held myself stable despite my gut churning in nausea. He ran a finger down my spine as he continued to whisper, “Such a pretty puppy.” I growled deep in my chest violently jerking away from him. Anger flashed over him, “Behave bitch!” He grabbed at my already forsaken shirt and ripped it leaving my back exposed. The group turned towards us, Papa’s eyes widened as our eyes met for the first time. I kept my lips tight as I stared at him, never breaking eye contact. There was that look again that I saw in Nana’s eyes, but I was still unwavered. The man behind me whistled, “Well I’ll be damned pretty pup, you got a mangled up back. I mean look at these knife…marks—.” He paused tilting his head, he then rounded about me to my front and ripped one the ties around my thigh and tore open my pants until it was bare flesh. I still kept my eyes locked on Papa’s as he watched what this monster was doing. “Holy shit! That’s…my signature. I know my H when I see one…You?” He looked up to my stoic face studying it intently, my eyes glimmer rich rose gold back at him. He huffed in disbelief, “Why didn’t I see it sooner. I remember those eyes. Just like your fathers, wow, just wow, you’re alive!”

He stood up and yanked the pelt off the young man and tossed it at my feet, “Say hello to your pops.” My eyes broke from Papa’s and stared at the pelt before me partially in the water. I felt tears brimming in my eyes, how cruel, how cruel could these people get? He chuckled noticing my distraught disposition. He crouched before me again, stepping on the pelt with his muddy boots, “You’re going to be joining him soon.”

That was the straw that broke the camels back. How dare they desecrate the body of my father! How dare they treat me like this! I lunged forth, my lower half no longer restrained and sunk my fangs into his bicep and dug in deep until I was sure my teeth clanked against bone. The room was filled with deafening screams. I was ripped off him in an instant, the teen was screaming, “Dad!”

I spit out the man’s tainted blood at his face. The man retaliated by lunged at me punching me like I was a rag doll. The pain was instant as he swung right across my face, then my chest and residual areas he felt were neglected. He spat drool in my face as if he was a snake spitting venom, “Daughter like father.”

I laughed. He’s right. I’m like my father, a fighter. I won’t give up, especially not in his presence.

The son pulled his father back away from me. I must’ve hit a major artery and the man was paling fast as I watched him being drug out. They rushed out of the room whining like piglets; nearly everyone filtered out of the room to help except for Papa, Jared and two hunters. I was far worse off, but the wolf in me made me stronger than these pathetic people who claimed themselves humans.

Funny how the giants fall when they step on rose thorns.

Papa rushed towards me, done with this petty game, but the remaining Hunters held him back upon a single finger raise command from Jared. The game just became more interesting for Jared.

Jared cooed, “You’ve grown soft old man. You’ve already taken this bitch’s father. What’s stopping us from taking her life too? She should die.”

Papa roughly jerked out of the low-level Hunters grasps and came toe to toe with his son, “Don’t you dare speak to me that way. You know I didn’t send that command, I did not kill them, I didn’t want any of this, whatever the Hunters have become. That traitor who’s in line now, he destroyed the name of the Hunters. We Hunters are the peace keepers of the supernatural, not murders.”

I whipped my head up, mouth going dry. The man who…

Jared scoffed, “Your weak politics made us weak, no one respected us because of you! You bring shame to The Hunters.”

 Papa tried, “No, Jared, you have it wrong. You don’t have to do this. Think for yourself!”

Jared commanded the room turning away from his father to face me, “Chain him up too.”

Papa’s eyes narrowed, the look of betrayal crossed his eyes at his own flesh and blood. A look I knew very well. The two Hunters grabbed Papa again, but Papa struck back like lightening. He raised his elbow and smashed it against a guy’s temple, knocking him out cold. The other Hunter released Papa and rushed over to Jared in attempt to protect his superior. Papa pulled out a pistol from his back pocket and pointed it at them. “The both of you are going to walk out of this room and leave like nothing ever happened. Are we clear?”

Jared sneered, “Put the gun down old man. Don’t disappoint Mom, Pops.”

Papa without blinking his eyes angled the gun at the hooligan’s foot and shot. My ears rung and body deathly rigor as the bang ricocheted off the walls. I came back to my senses when I noticed Jared didn’t sneer back, he was losing his machoism as his father pointed the gun directly at him. Papa spoke softly, “Go tell that Head Hunter of yours that you love and respect so much, that I’m not letting this shit pass. Go whine to him, because you ain’t my son.”

When the man that had his foot shot off starts drooling and panting through his slobbering lips Jared looked over to me, “This isn’t over. I’m not done with you yet.”

The two of them limped out of the room, leaving me alone with Papa. He kept the gun facing the door until the footsteps were far enough. My heart was racing realizing we were alone. The words from earlier that were almost in passing coming back like a cement truck. Papa was the leader of the Hunters. I squirmed in my spot, the chains above me rattling, despite the pain that radiated throughout my body as I moved. I’m finally feeling the effects of the abuse on my body. I whined as I squirm away from Papa, I put my knees over my father’s pelt and dragged it with me.

Papa spoke softly, “Aure, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you…never again. I should have never hurt you. I did it to protect you. I know I’m asking a lot but trust me here���yank down on the chain.”

I stuttered, “What?”

He pointed his eyes and raised the gun up again and I yanked my hands towards me, obeying immediately. He aimed gun and shot at the chain three times. I flinched at the ugly sounds and the chain snapped. My cuffed hands fell into my lap. My hands were free but the cuffs still hung around my wrist with a chain link fringes. My nerves lit up as blood was rushing back into my limbs. He walked over to me, pocketing his gun and helped me up. I groaned and whined when he touched bruising flesh and my legs burned from kneeling so long. He murmured, “Whoa there, its going to be okay kiddo, I got you.”

He adjusted my clothing and brushed the hair out of my face, “Aure, look, there’s so much I should say to you, but we gotta get you out of here. I’ll take you home. I’m not good with this whole comforting thing, but Nana can take care of that.”

I pulled out of his embrace finding my footing, “No, I won’t go with you back there. I found a pack. I have…a family.”

“Oh,” he nodded in understanding. “I’ll bring you to there then, I’ll take you home.” There was an awkward pause, unspoken words hanging in the air, “Come on, let’s go.”

He took my hand, but I stopped him, “Not without my father.”

He nodded and let me stumble over to pick up my father’s pelt. We walked out of the room into the hallway, the cobblestone theme still continued out here. He pulled me along to follow him, I grunted at his surprisingly fast pace. It was hard to keep up when my ribs were edging at me. “Come on Aure, we’re almost there.” We turned around a corner and a brigade of men blocked off the hallway.

“Will, you look who it is! The dishonorable Ex-Head Hunter, Sir you’ve come back to visit…and you have a prisoner with you.” A tall man with numerous pelts hanging off his shoulders like a coat rack stood at the center. Jared stood directly behind the man, he really did tattle tale on his father.

God, the smell of death was overwhelming.

“Stand down Head Hunter, you will let me pass by.” Papa stood in front of me slightly.

The man chuckled, “Oh you will pass by, but not with her.” The man pointed to me. Papa’s hand tightened around mine.

“No.” Papa voice was firm. He may be old, but the vigor was still there in him.

“Suit yourself.” The men started inching forward. I looked behind us, and the wall of people started closing in. I looked at Papa and underneath his stoic face I could smell the fear. I had to think fast. If I shifted I would be better off, my wounds would hold up better and I’d be able to fight off some of these guys. We were being corner, I whispered to Papa, “I’m going to shift and take theses guys on, I’m going to mow forward. I need you to defend me, can you handle some of these guys?”

He harshly whispered back, “No, you’re too injured as is, I’m going to shot and they should back off. You can escape.”

I nearly rolled my eyes, I’m not letting history repeat itself, “Look, we need to save all the bullets we can. I’m going to shift, and I need you to trust me.” I knew these people were strong…in numbers, but if I cut them down that would give us an upper hand. I had my eyes locked on the Head hunter. I tightened the strings of the pelt around my shoulders and counted down, “3…2…1!” I couldn’t let myself be taken so easily.

I let the shift take over, the chains followed me still and weighed heavy around my wrist. I ran straight for the five men lined like a brigade at the other end. I crashed into the other end and whipped my chains around striking anyone it would land on. The odds were hopeless, but my chain was able to reach farther than my limbs. I took out two in one swing. I heard gunshots from behind me as Papa manned the other end. When I found an opening, I barked back to Papa.

“They’re getting away!” One of the men shouted in our direction.

I wasn’t large, but I could support Papa’s weight. I crouched down and tugged on his shirt. We could get away faster this way. He understood and got on and held on tight. I sprinted, an abused chain clanked against the floor and broke off serving its purpose. He gave me directions to turn at different corners, the Hunters were hot on our trail. We made it out through a back entryway, I noticed we were somewhere in the woods. None of the trees or scents from the area around me were familiar.

Papa’s truck was parked not too far off, he shouted, “Get to the truck!” I sprinted off towards the vehicle, but just before we made it gun shot rung out. I halted to a stop as the tires whined as the wheels depressurized. My fear was rekindled tenfold, my body shouting at itself move, move, please move! Papa pointed ahead, “Keep going Aure!” I kept sprinting into the tree line, even if his weight was starting to become heavy I kept going. We had to get away.

“Moon goddess, if you are real, please, let us get away.” I chanted to myself to distract myself from the demons behind me. Twigs and unkept shrubbery broke underneath me as I raced past through the fog. I could hear my heart in my ears and Papa’s panting grunts whenever I hit bumpy terrain. The shouts were still very near. Hunters were emerging and keeping up besides us. I changing up our direction each time I’d catch someone in my peripheral.  

I whimpered as I heard the whizzing of arrows overhead; the sound was more unnerving than the actual devices. I tried flattening, but that only slowed me down as the arrows zinged by. I heard Papa grunt and withhold a scream before I notice an arrow flying overhead and log itself into a tree. His grip tightens around my mane. I was terrified of what was to come if I did slow. I made a split-second decision and picked up speed, the worse thing to do would be to stop.

I came to a clearing and the Hunters were already standing at the other end. It was like I was being funneled here, I never escaped I played right into their hands. I veered to a stop, snarling as I realized I was surrounded. I angled my body in such a way that Papa would be the best covered from any attacks.

The head hunter stepped out of the crowd of at least twenty individuals. He loaded his gun with purple bullets and cocked it back, “Enough, it’s over pup. There’s nowhere left to run. Let’s put you out of your misery.”

He hiked up the gun onto his shoulder and readied the trigger. I waited for the shot, but it never came. I hesitantly opened my eyes as the Head Hunter lowered the gun, then I felt it—them. In my hazy state of mind, I felt their presence tingling in my bones.

Massive silhouettes emerged from the rolling fog and wild, red eyes reflected at me. I could recognize those eyes anywhere, they belonged to Namjoon. The big wolves took light with Namjoon in the center as the number of wolves seemed to go infinitely in triangle formation from him, the epicenter. Alpha Kim was to his right, equally as large, and daunting. The two shifted into their human forms, but the feral look was still in their eyes. Namjoon whispered my name, but my sensitive ears caught it as we stared back at eachother.

Namjoon wanted to run to me, but he knew any sudden moves could mean an end. He looked me over for the briefest second and anger filled him seeing the bruises, the wet blood and the chain around my wrist. He looked at the sardonic man with contempt, but that word was too light for the weight that Namjoon felt. The guy was now in his terrain, these woods were his, and he was going to show them it was rightfully so.

I remained still in this no man land between the two clans.

Namjoon growled, the hair on his back raised, “You!”

The Head Hunter laughed, “Such eloquent words from you Namjoon.”

Alpha Kim tried to reason, “You have taken and hurt one of our own, a Luna at that. You’ve broken constitutional law Head Hunter.”

Head Hunter bellowed in laughter, “Fuck the law! Fuck the Charter! The law oppressed us and belittled us, why should I respect it. I’m done and tired of dealing with you filthy dogs and your law-abiding ways. I’m glad you’ve finally shown up, now you can collect her after were done, if you live that is. Watch me end you all here tonight! Hunters, AWOOOO!!”

The Head Hunter raised his gun to me again, “I’m starting with this one.”

The whole pack howled as Namjoon shifted back with a sickening fast cracking and adjusting of bone that carried a near heathen roar. How dare he try to harm his mate!! His massive figure sprinted forth, snarling, drool slipping from him gums. He jumped over Papa and I, eclipsing the Moon above, and crashed into the enemy. Furious that someone had hurt his mate, someone had dared to hurt me!

I was reminded of the rumors of the strength and ferocity of the Kim family. Why they were the leaders of the packs of this Nation. The war had begun, a perfect pandemonium.

It all was so sudden, blurs of furs and men tumbled together. I saw jaws of men and beast alike snapping at one another. I sprinted out of the eye of the storm, I had to get Papa out of the way and somewhere safe. I dodged strikes and blows until I could see a safe spot. I crouched down to let Papa off, setting him against a wide tree. I knew despite the strength he showed, he was at his maximum. He truly put himself on the line—for me. I nudged him with my muzzle when I noticed his eyes drooping. I didn’t want him to fall asleep on me. Papa looked at me, truly looked at me for the first time, the scars, patches, all of it. He reached up and scratched my head lovingly. He hissed when he hyperextended his injured shoulder to pet me. When he pulled his hand back it was covered in my wet blood. I whimpered at the reality. The gentle moment was fleeting, reminding me that in fact, everything wasn’t alright.

I heard panting behind us and I whipped around to look at the person that had followed us. Jared stood there with his hunter knife out in his bandaged hand, “I told you I’d be back.”

I limped into guarding position over Papa. Jared continued to slowly step towards us, so I pulled at the strings and untightened the knot of my father’s pelt cloak and let it settle over Papa’s lap. I stepped forward the cold night air hitting my patchy pelt, but my body was running like a furnace as it was healing itself. I tucked my tail between my legs and showed my fangs in a snarl. I didn’t want to fight. Papa coughed, “Jared. Stop, just stop!”

Jared screamed, “Stay out of this old man!”

Jared pulled out a vial of wolfsbane and doused his knife in it. It dripped off the sharp edge like syrup. It felt like I was watching it in slow motion as the thick globs rolled off in oversaturation. My pupils dilated in fear, he really wasn’t going to stop for anything until he got what he wanted. My hearing rung out and I heard the voice in the back of my head again, “Trust me Aure, let me help you. I need you to believe in the Moon. Believe in her.” I shook my head, but the words kept ringing louder and louder, “Believe! You have to believe!”

I closed my eyes succumbing to the assured comforting voice, and I hummed the song again. I let myself believe. When I opened my eyes again Jared faltered in his aggressive steps. My eyes were burning a near cooper, my body felt lighter, I felt like I was walking on moonlight. There was no fear, no irreconcilable smirk on my muzzle. I am a Luna.

 He twirled the knife around in his hand before he sprinted for me. I jumped for it, letting him crash into a tree. I had no intention of killing him, that is not who I am. I am not a murder, I’m not them. There is no pleasure in pain of others suffering. I let him glide about me, I wanted to wear him out and conserve my energy. After a few minutes he was panting and slashing his knife about in desperation and I hadn’t even lifted a paw yet. I allowed him to get close, and I used my shoulder to knock him against a tree. He tried taking jabs at my throat, screaming in my face.  He was sweating profusely, his bandage hand was red, but he didn’t stop charging at me with his jaw wide open. I didn’t anticipate his two step my chain swing coming up short and he chomped down hard on my ear. I howled and knocked my thick skull against his inebriating him senseless. He stumbled, and I took the chance pinned him to the ground.

 His back ached from the harsh impact, his arms no longer felt taunt as they should, while his lower half became unresponsive from overuse. He still waved the knife at me splattering his face in specks of purple poison, but I knocked it out of his hand and the blade sunk down into the ground by his temple. He jerked about for his knife, growling at me in frustration. He arched his neck and bit onto the blade of the knife and tugged it out of the ground. His tongue refused the taste of wolfsbane as he bit on his knife and spit up letting the drool roll down his cheeks.

I loomed over his body growling him into submission. I needed him to submit. I wasn’t going to hurt him.

Papa choked, “Jared, please!” It broke my heart hearing the weak strain in Papa’s voice.

Jared kept growling back at me, unwilling to give up, unwilling to see that he was only hurting himself. I leaned down eye to eye, tooth to tooth and growled back. He kept going until his voice was thinning out. I pulled back and smashed my forehead against his temple knocking him out cold. I made sure I didn’t hurt him too much and I bit onto his shirt and dragged him near his father.

I felt a sudden rush of deep set anger and I knew that wasn’t from me, it was Namjoon. It was as if the mere thought of Namjoon summoned him as my eyes instantly attached to him and Alpha Kim fighting off a heap of men. Namjoon was head to toe with the Head Hunter. The ferocity emitting from him in that frozen second of a standoff was numbing before they were back at eachothers throats. Namjoon dodged the edge of the sword in one fluid motion. The enemy swerved with an immediate counter attack. The Head Hunters eyes were menacing, hooded with anger, rage, making his features undistinguishably to a human. He raised his sword and the clash of steel with the soil blanketed Joon in a wave of dust. The force of the strength of the plunge vibration resonated even reached my ears. It was unfair, four extra sets of hands tried to seize Namjoon as they all cave into him like ants.

I lunged forward, unthinking of the consequences, jumping into the heart of it all. I jumped onto the back of a Hunter and the guy shouted, “What the hell!” I let my body fall backwards and his body came tumbling with as I barrel rolled and flung him off with my hind legs. The thud that followed rewarded me with groans and no movement. I had the decency to feel guilty. I moved on to the next, determined to help as much as I could, even if my instincts were telling me to flee.

I heard the sick sound of flesh ripping. I felt like I was gutted when the howl echoed in my ears. I turned around, my eyes set on a single being as I channeled the Moon one last time. With my jaw open and pushed the Head Hunter off Namjoon.

I knocked the knife out of his hand and we both tumbled through the fog. He crawled back onto all fours and landed punches across me as I nipped at him. I was losing energy fast. My head was hurting unbearably as I couldn’t keep up with his vicious fist. He stood up picking up his sword and laughed when I struggled to get back up, my muscles were beyond exhausted, “Not so strong now are you!”

I heavily panted, my body shifted back into my human form without any effort. I was panting as the Head Hunter stood above me. I crossed my arm over my chest as my clothing barely covering anything. “I don’t always need strength to win,” with my free hand I clenched my fist and scooped up the soil and pelted it at him. I took the window and attempted to swipe the knife out of his hand using the chain as an extension. I miscalculated the distance between us and he wrapped his hand around my waist tightly and slammed my back against his front. The syrupy blade was brought to my neck and everyone around us stopped.

Namjoon stumbled into our radius, the cut from his knife wasn’t deep but the wolfsbane left a sting. He barked ready to throw away the moral half of himself and let the nasty rumors come to life. The Head Hunter brought the knife closer to my throat in threat. His stomach was swimming as he saw the amount of blood caked and dried on different places of my body. The swelling and bruising on the different parts of my body.

Yet, I still decided to stand tall. I swallowed hard feeling the realistic threat as it chipped away at the peach fuzz on my neck. I whined out, “N-Namjoon, just do it.”

The Head Hunter tightened his grip around my waist, “Cry out, it’ll make it all the more sweeter.” Namjoon’s eyes widened as the fog settled and he saw Papa standing behind the Head Hunter with one arm holding his bleeding shoulder, the pelt hanging over his shoulder while his other hand had a gun raised and shot without hesitation.

The world seemed to quite in that second, Papa mocked, “Like taking candy from a baby.”

The Head Hunter jolted with the incredible force, screaming as he let go of me to save himself. I stumbled forth and collapsed onto my knees. Namjoon shifted and ran up to me collecting me in his arms pulling away me at a safer distance. Alpha Kim lunged forth and yelled out commands, “Detain him, don’t let anyone escape!”

The Hunters who once seemed valiant for their caused backed away, their leader had fallen. The other members of the pack circled around them and they all backed themselves into a tight circle.

Namjoon trembling hands cupped my dirty face as tears streamed down his face, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry for the way I reacted. I didn’t mean any of it. It wasn’t about you. It was—God, I’m so glad I found you.” His lips settled between my brows as he murmured his apologizes and he peppered kisses after each sentence.

I pulled away from him taking his cheeks between my palms, “Namjoon, it’s okay, I’m sorry too.”

I pulled away when I heard someone collapse to the floor, “Papa!” I rushed over to Papa settled his head in my lap keep his head elevated. He needed treatment and soon. “Namjoon, please, we need to help him.”

Namjoon looked over his shoulder, no questions asked, “You three take him to the pack house, one of you run ahead and warn Mama Luna that more will be arriving.”

I brushed the hair out of his face, “They’re going to take care of you Papa, I promise.”

He smiled lazily at me, “I never got to tell you this, but I’m really happy that I had you for a daughter. I’m just an old fool.”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, “Don’t say things like that. I’ll see you soon. I have to hear Nana scold you.”

He laughed and winced at the pain. He handed me back the pelt with a squeeze of his hand over mine, “He’d be so proud of you.”

The members were gentle as they picked him up and took him away. Seojun smiled at me, his face was bruising and scratched, “Don’t worry Luna, we’ll take care of him.”

Namjoon squatted down and with little to no effort broke the chain around my wrist and helped me off the ground. My weak legs were unstable, the amount of pain I was in was beginning to feel unrealistic. But being surrounded by the scent and feeling of him again stated something deeper in me. He was here. He came to save me.

“What do we do now Alpha?” One of the members called out to Namjoon, although he expected his father to respond, the Alpha was looking to him to answer. Namjoon and I stood in front of the pack, everyone was alive standing proud, he turned to address them, “The injured will also be escorted back with someone. I want the stronger one’s half in front and in the back. Get back safe, that is my priority. Everyone fought well, the police will deal with the rest of them. Let’s move.”

The Head Hunter was manhandled as he was jerked to his feet and forced to walk behind Alpha Kim.

Namjoon pulled me closer, his gaze softened as adoration filled his teary eyes. It was indescribable the way my heart sang. The way my wolf was singing in delight. He leaned down and pressed his chapped lips against mine for a brief chaste kiss. He rested his forehead against mine, “Y/N, Aure, I’m never letting go. Never.” I nodded and whined when he caressed my temple. I was beginning to feel drowsy, my mind was swimming. He could see the haze in my eyes and cupped my face lightly with his trembling hands, “Oh God, I’m sorry, it’s okay. Stay with me Aure, we’re going to get you back home. Stay with me now.”

He shifted and let me drape across his back. I avoided putting pressure on certain areas, but the morphine of being in Namjoon’s presence made it all bearable. I clutched onto his hackle with my father’s pelt safely tucked to me. He lifted up and began trotting back home.

I’m coming back home.

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In the Middle of a Broken Constellation - PT. 14

Pairing: WonderBat (Wonder Woman x Batman) Rating: T / 14A Universe: N/A - Reader’s Choice Previous Chapter: <- Chapter 13

“Donna!” Diana cheered as she stared up at her sister, surprised by her sudden appearance in the apartment’s window. With the plastic dinner table pressed up against the wall, it took a moment or two for the shock to subside before she rearranged her ‘dining room’ furniture and welcome her guest inside. Dressed in her black armoured suit, it looked as though she had arrived with the expectation of a brawl.

But as she slipped into the apartment, she quietly looked around the room, landing softly on her feet on the hardwood floors in the exact moment her surveying gaze reached the wooden slats. “It’s good to see you, both of you.” Donna assured them both, but focused her gaze on Jason.

It looked as though he was returning a smile when he answered her. “You too. You answering our distress call?” His posture was relaxed, his grin was tender. Diana knew there was a possibility that they worked together as Titans before. She had just never had the luxury to ask.

The tone of voice that Donna used was very casual, solidifying proof of their friendly bond. “Well, it sounded like you might need a helping hand. Gotham City isn’t usually on my radar, so I imagine that the situation here is rather bleak.”

A nervous glance was exchanged between Diana and Jason instantly. But neither had the chance to truly describe the situation and all of its gorey details to her at that moment. The dramatic pause of their conversation was filled with an odd beeping. It was unfamiliar to her, but she watched as Jason’s reflexes kicked in and he pulled back the sleeve of his sweater to reveal an elongated wristband. Familiar with the gadgets of the Batman family, she knew instantly what it was.

“Red Hood here.” replied Jason to the summons of his cuff.

Though fighting an irritating static, Dick’s voice came through the communicator inside of the wristband. “We need backup! I’m at Miller Harbour fighting off Falcone’s goons, but he’s escaped in one of his fancy Cadillacs and he’s headed into the East End!”

“I’m on it.” Immediately, Jason was raring to go.

“Huntress is on his tail, so watch out for her.”

Sensing that the call was about to end, Diana piped up. “Wait! Nightwing, do you need help?”

To her surprise, Jason hung up the call before running off to his bedroom. Over his shoulder, he called out, “Just go! He’ll say he can handle it, even if he can’t.”

Donna sighed at her side. “He’s right.”

“Well then,” Diana hummed, reaching for the top of her zipper at the back of her neck, giving it a rather sharp tug. She hadn’t anticipated jumping into another fight today, nor had she wanted to. But with her sister by her side and her pent emotions having spilled out of her just moments ago, it seemed like the perfect outlet to destress after a rather tiring day. “After you.”

Diana landed on the shoulders of one the mafioso the moment she arrived at Miller Harbour. The man staggered, and his surrounding cohorts gawked at her with a fear in her eyes that she assumed they saved for Batman. But while they were distracted by her presence, they were in no way prepared for Donna bulldozing through them with her shield acting as a battering ram. Her pure strength charged through their unsuspecting bodies with such a ferocity, she mowed them down in the blink of an eye.

There was a crowd of one hundred thugs, meaning they’d be done rather shortly.

She heard the hammer of a pistol tug back from behind her, causing her to turn around with her bracelet already drawn up over her face. Diana felt nothing, but she did hear the familiar sound of a bullet casing reflecting off of her armour. Taking that as a challenge, she faced forward once again, leaned over her the head of the man she was still standing on top of, then threw her body backwards. Her foot came out immediately and she kicked the goon in the face before landing behind him.

“Does Mr. Falcone not allow you to watch the news?” Diana wondered aloud. Taunting them was all too easy when every other villain continued to unintelligently use firearms against her.

An array of firearms were directed her way in an act of blatant retaliation.

All she could do was sigh when the shots rang out, her arms moving fluidly to shield her from the horde of bullets firing at her. Unimpressed, uninterested in such a match where her power was superior to their mortal strength, Diana was ready to wrap things up quickly. Her legs tensed before she ran toward the group of criminals without any discrimination. Her fists were already balled when she pulled her right one back and slammed it into the gut of the first person she could reach. The impact stole his breath away, so she utilized his lifeless form and lifted him off of the ground. She spun him around like a human propeller, then threw him into the crowd on her left.

It pushed their numbers back on one side of the battlefield, allowing her to focus on the other. Ten men tried to pile themselves on top of her at once, with two of them grabbing the wrist she’d used to nail their comrade in his jaw. Diana tried to tear her arm away before anyone else could dare touch her, but she felt someone weave their arms under hers and try to lock their hands behind her head. The gaul of these crooks were really beginning to infuriate her.

She could easily predict that another two goons intended to subdue her left hand too, but she wouldn’t allow that. Diana threw her elbow back and slammed it into the bridge of one man’s nose. Then, just as swiftly, she slammed the side of her hand into the throat of the next person who tried to approach her. To remove the three people attached to her, she’d decided it’d be best to use her other limbs. Throwing her foot back, an unnecessary amount of Amazonian force was used to knock one of her bracelet-holding men off of their feet. With less weight to manage, she knew she could handle the rest of her adversaries in a matter of seconds.

One, she allowed herself to fall back and land on top of the man trying to pin her shoulders back. The sound of the wind being knocked out of him flew passed her ear, and he loosened his hold on her a fraction of a second later.

Two, her feet planted themselves on either side of the man’s fallen body so she could fling herself upright once again. The motions had dizzied the last of her human shackles, which she used to her advantage. Their gazes met - hers carrying the fire of battle within them, his revealing the fear he felt deep within his soul - just before she ripped one of his hands off of her.

Three, Diana tore his grip off of her just before she sent him flying into one of the people she had previously knocked down, unwilling to allow him to stand.

Four, she leapt into the air and reached for her lasso. The hoop was made larger and larger while she scouted the grounds of the dock. Donna had handled a great mass of them, while Dick was still struggling with the men who relied on their guns.

Five, she threw down the opening in her Lasso of Truth, capturing the mafia members belonging to Mr. Falcone. Confused, crumpled on the ground in the different piles of criminals they had all made, she tied them together like the untamed creatures they were. They whined and whimpered but she couldn’t care less.

Falling back down to the ground, Diana gave a sharp tug on her lasso to guarantee the tightness of the hold she had on Falcone’s men. She couldn’t help but to glower at them all, letting the adrenaline of the battle wash over her one last time before it left her system. Only once she felt Donna come to stand next to her did she snap out of her hateful daze.

“Good idea,” Donna managed to say before taking a deep breath.

“We’ll just need to tie them up with actual rope before the cops come.” Nightwing pointed out as he made his way over to them, returning his signature sticks back into their holsters.

Trying to appear as light as her friends were, Diana attempted some dry humour. “Luckily, I think we’ll be able to find some here.” She then nodded in the direction of the tethered boats nearby at the port, implying that she’d be willing to lift any ship onto the shore if they needed it.

“Yeah,” Nightwing agreed softly, before turning his attention to Donna. Just like Jason, he was immediately focused on the appearance of her Amazon sister more than anything else that was going on. “Hey, Troia.”

“Hello, Nightwing,” she answered him sweetly. However, Diana couldn’t help but notice the tiniest rise in her pitch when greeting Dick. “I hope you don’t mind that we crashed your party.”

It took a great deal of control not to side-eye her sister. Diana had known many superheroes who made quips after a battle, trying to lighten the mood with the most simplest attempts at a sassy retort. She’d never known Donna to be one of those people, though. It was absolutely intriguing to her now that she inquire about her fellow Amazon’s relationships with the other men in the Batman family, when she next had the chance. There were more pressing matters at the moment at the harbour. “So what was Mr. Falcone doing here tonight? Why did he bring so many men to the docks?”

“We were following a lead,” Nighting began while keeping his attention locked onto Donna. Once the seriousness of his mission reoccurred to him, he physically withdrew from his stupor and spoke to them both. “Huntress found out that Falcone had a package being delivered here at harbour. Something called ‘fisherman equipment’, which sounded really… well, fishy.”

Donna agreed, deducing her own suspicion from the information they were given. “I can’t imagine the man of a powerful criminal organization caring much for a shipment of fishing rods and lures.”

Diana nodded. “So what was he really receiving here tonight?”

“Let’s find out together.” Dick smiled as he led the two of them over to an unmarked delivery parked next to the dock gates. Diana looked over the small vehicle and found it ever more curious that there no less than a hundred men present to guard whatever the shipment was, yet there weren’t enough cars or trucks or boats at the harbour for all of the men to escape. It seemed quite possible that Falcone had been willing to sacrifice men if it meant a handful of them had gotten away with his special delivery.

“I had pulled the driver out of here” - he explained to them how he knew the keys to the truck were still in the ignition as he retrieved them from the driver’s seat before moving to the latch on the back - “to keep him from driving off. I called Jason for back-up before jumping in to make sure they didn’t leave with this.”

“What do you think it could be?” Donna inquired, referring to the expert on Gotham City crime. She had already stuck her hand out toward the latch on the rear door, but Dick still reached for it at the same time.

For some reason that didn’t register with Diana, they each hesitated, exchanged glances, before  before Donna dove for it and tossed it back with ease. Their focus once again drawn to one another, a pregnant pause sat upon all three of them for much longer than it should have, before she stepped aside and let him throw open the back door. Again, Diana was oddly intrigued by the tension between ‘Nightwing and Troia’. It was both comforting and a tad frustrating to know that every generation of the Batman-Wonder Woman families had to square off with one another every chance they could get.

‘Riveting’ was another word for it.

But nothing was as riveting in that moment than what the ‘fishing equipment’ turned out to be.

Diana’s gasp garnered Dick and Donna’s attention, both of them turning their heads towards her sharply at the same time. When she couldn’t manage the words to describe what she was looking at fast enough, they followed her gaze to see what could have caused her to feel so aghast. She heard them gasp just as loudly as she did, only with the pair of their voices sounding louder together. Nevertheless, they couldn’t overtake the sound of the powerful vibration coming from Aquaman’s trident, laying unceremoniously before them in the back of a mafia leader’s shipping truck.

((Well, Diana was worried about Arthur and Barry, and now she knows she had a right to be! Who got ahold of Aquaman’s trident? Why did they think to send it to Falcone? Also, what the heck is going on with Dick and Donna!? Well, if you stick around, you’ll find out… something next Monday! See ya! ~ Maiden))

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Oath by the Blood- Chapter 8

Further into deception

No one likes going to the doctor. Even if it’s something simple like a check up or when your doctor happens to look exactly like you. No one likes it. And Jackie was no different. If he could have avoided his check up with Henrik he would have, and he definitely did try a few times, but the doctor himself was hard to slip past which is why he was currently sitting in a medical gown waiting for the physician to re enter instead of at the bar to meet up with Danny.

Jackie thought that if he made separate plans, he could use that as an excuse to avoid their appointment, but somehow Schneep had managed to twist his words enough to agree to stay for the night. Jackie’s still not sure what happened, but nevertheless, now he was here.

The hero had been fidgeting with the front of his clothes for what felt like an eternity. What was taking Henrik so long? It wasn’t like he had a ton of record to look over. Again, they were practically the same person! He’d had Jackie fill our a form that just asked how he’d been doing physically within the past two week, but it wasn’t like it was that long.

Just when he’d started to think that maybe he could sneak out, the door to Henrik’s office that connected to the med center opened. Henrik was reading over some papers on a clipboard and glanced up with a cheeky smile. “Glad to see you’re still here,” He commented, crossing over towards a separate table in the cubical.

The doctor sat at the chair and spun around to face Jackie, his leg propped up on his knee while holding the clipboard and a pen. “Now, I’m going to need you to be completely honest with me through this examination. Doctor’s orders, got it?” Jackie felt a slight tingle on the back of his neck and straightened up his back, nodding slowly to the physician. Henrik smiled and looked back down in his lap. “Good.”

“Now then, first thing, I just want to ask you a few questions. I read over your paperwork but I wanted to know if there were any personal concerns you had about your physical health,” Henrik explained. “I’ll be going over what I think my be concerning but if you have anything,”

“I feel perfectly fine,” The hero suddenly interrupted in a demandingly insistent tone. He crossed his arms and looked towards the door to the rest of the cabin: his exit. He didn’t say anything besides that.

Schneep narrowed his gaze on the hero. “Are you sure?” He begun flipping through the papers, skimming over till he found the information he was looking for. “How about I ask some questions you already answered. Just to make sure you were honest.”

The hero could hear the scrapping of Henrik’s pen against the paper, then it stopped. “On average how much sleep have you been getting in the past week?”

“Three, maybe four hours a night,” The hero almost immediately slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes blown wide.

“Interesting,” Henrik mentioned, scribbling something on Jackie’s form. “Because here you stated you’ve been getting 7 to 8 hours,” He side eyed the hero, still angled facing down. “Seems like there’s a bit of a difference.”

Jackie hesitantly pulled his hand away. “What did you do?”

“What about nutrition,” He casually asked, ignoring the other’s question. “Have you been eating properly?”

“Only really when everyone else is,” Again he shut his mouth with both hands. The hero sat there, face gone pale now, expression quickly turning sour on Henrik. “What is happening.”

“Any unexplainable or unwanted thoughts?” Henrik looked up at his patient with a suspicious look.

Jackie gritted his teeth, nails digging into his thighs. “Henrik,” He uttered. “Please, what are you doing,” The hero felt a strain on his muscles, like all his limbs were tied to a rope that was being pulled away in every other direction.

Henrik’s eyes softened and the strenuous feeling began to fade. Jackie was left panting like a dog slouched forward against his knees, while in the meantime Henrik was writing something on his board, keeping it hidden away from  the hero.

Eventually, Jackie’s breathing evened out, he looked at the doctor with a grizzled expression. When he finally looked up from his papers, Henrik seemed to be pulling himself back into reality. “You need to be honest with me Jackie,” He insisted. “Trust me, it will make it easier for the both of us.”

Jackie suddenly felt incredibly weary of the doctor. He looked around the center, as if he was here for his own trial instead of a medical checkup.

“Now then,” Henrik brought back his normal tone again. “Let’s get back to it shall we.”

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“Bend over and touch your toes,” The doctor watched as Jackie obediently followed another of his instructions. The whole time, Jackie remained completely silent and simply listened to Henrik tell him what to do and how to move next.

Finally, Jackie was back to sitting one the edge of the bed while Henrik took simple vitals. Checking his ears, measuring his reflexes, but when he took the hero’s temperature, he paused. Henrik looked down at the thermometer confused. He turned to the small sanitary station and deposited the device before pulling out a new one from the cabinet, retaking his temp.

“Was zur Hölle?” Henrik muttered to himself. He looked up at Jackie, placing the back of his hand against the hero’s forehead, the way a parent would when their child claimed to be sick. However Jackie didn’t feel like he was burning up, the way he would had he been running a fever. No, this was in fact the opposite. Henrik moved his hand to touch the hero’s arm, and Jackie instinctively flinched away, an action that Henrik notable noticed.

“You’re freezing cold,” He claimed. “Not just your skin, but your interior temp is far too low,” Jackie looked away and shrugged, not making any comment. Henrik set his clipboard aside, just enough for Jackie to get a glance and see it covered in red pen markings. The doctor stepped in front of him, feeling his arms and down to his hands. “Your whole body is cold. Wha- How long have you been this way?”

The hero just glanced away, shrugging. “Since I got back I guess,” Jackie hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, obviously. But ever since he returned, he was constantly cold. Going outside didn’t bother him, he would spend 20 minutes just standing in the shower with the hot water all the way up. His skin would be irritated and red when he left, but he still felt cold. Eventually he just got used to it, among other things. “It’s really not a big deal.”

“Yes it is!” Henrik stepped back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is why I do these check up, because none of you ever fucking tell me when something is wrong,” His voice was strained and exasperated, clearly extremely irritated with the hero. He took in a few slow breaths and tried to calm down though.

“I’m going to have to run a few more examinations. And I’m going to speak with Eclipse and see what they know,” At the mention of the writer, Henrik heard Jackie let out a slight muffled, almost growl sound. He turned to his patient questionably. “Something wrong?”

Jackie seemed to try and bit his tongue, but couldn’t help bring up his concern. “I just don’t trust either of them really,” He crossed his arms remaining silent after that. He’d said enough.

Henrik let it go, just nodding as he looked back at his notes. “Well, that’s all I have. I know this wasn’t the most pleasant thing for you, but I truly am just looking out for you Jackie,” He wrote down something on a separate paper and ripped it off, handing it to Jackie. “Record your temperature every day for the next seven day and come back in a week. I want to further discuss this with you,” Henrik took his papers and headed back into his office. “And it’ll just be talking. No tests for now. You can change and leave when you’re done.”

It was a few minutes before Henrik finally heard the door to his clinic close, indicating Jackie’s departure. He remained in his office though, reviewing what he wrote down. A the bottom of his page though in messy letters read “doesn’t trust Eclipse.” Henrik paused and thought about it.

Eclipse told him that they conducted a few tests before returning the hero to them; had they done something to make him distrust them? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Eclipse struggles to keep the other egos trust as it is, it wouldn’t make sense to do something that could harm that. So why did Jackie have such little trust in them? True they did make questionable actions in the past but that was a long time ago, and he wouldn’t remember that anyways.

Henrik pursed his lips in consideration. The facts didn’t add up. And back when he was interrogating him, Henrik did truly feel bad about using his powers, but why was he so vigilant on lying to him. He lied multiple times on his paper, he tried to lie again when he questioned him, and honestly, Henrik couldn’t help but shiver at how easily he seemed to bat his eyes to it. It was so easy for him to lie to someone who was his friend. Someone that was trying to help and be there. How much had he been lying already? How far did his falsehood go?

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Dysphoria [Quest #4]

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A/N: MAJOR WARNING FOR NECROPHILIA!!!!!

Genre: angst, thriller, gore & smut

Rating: R (18+)

Warnings: NECROPHILIA, murder, character deaths, sexual content, swearing, blood and much more.

Concept: Six men are captured to play a game of life and death.

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The subjects got no further answer to their question, leaving them to choose who'd enter the room with the dead body for who knows what reason.

"Who's going in...?" Chanyeol asked.

"What's even the reason of it? We need to know before we enter, this is unfair!" Baekhyun exclaimed angry. Yixing sighed "I don't want to assume the worst but.. I think it has something to do with him.." he pointed at Sehun "Do we discard of the body?" Jongin had a constant frustrated expression.

"Maybe... cut it up?" Kyungsoo spoke. "Oh God.. please don't give them any idea's!" Baekhyun exclaimed. It was taking too long for the captors' liking, causing the five men to getting a shock from their collars.

"Fuck!" Yixing exclaimed in pain "That hurts like a bitch!" He grunted. "We gotta decide quickly.." Kyungsoo winced in pain.

"Fuck it- I'll go.." Baekhyun chocked out as he got back up to his feet. "You sure..?" Jongin looked up at him. "Well if anyone else wants to volunteer.." no one spoke "thought so.." he turned, walking to Sehun's body. He hesitated. The dead body looked too gore for him. He couldn't handle the blood but he already made his decision. Grabbing the dead man's leg he struggled as he dragged him into the room. The door closed right as they were in. The other subjects could see them through the screen that was now showing the room from the inside.

To their shock it had a bunch of things all in the middle of the room. "What the fuck..." Baekhyun spoke feeling lost as he stared at the different things. There was a a tall standing bar, at least 2 meters high. A noose was hing from it that made shivers go down Baekhyun's spine.

"What is that..?" Jongin neared the screen. "What is he supposed to do?!" Yixing glared at the screen.

Baekhyun was thinking the same.

Suddenly words were projected on the walls besides Baekhyun.

[QUEST #4]

[Act: Necrophilia]

[Ejaculate: once]

[How: lift corpse with rope. Lower onto shaft. Repeat till subject ejaculates]

Baekhyun dropped to his knees, staring at the letters in horror. "I'm not doing that!" He could barely look at the body without feeling light headed. "I can't! I won't!" He punched the floor with clutched fists.

"This is so fucked up!" Chanyeol exclaimed, all of them felt disgusted.

A horrific shock ran through Baekhyun as he refused.

"You best obey Baekhyunie.." the speakers sounded again. "You don't want your precious baby girl to get hurt, do you?" The voice was sickening. Baekhyun shot up "You stay the fuck away from my daughter with your filthy hands!" He spat in fury.

"Then do as we say or accept the consequences" they spoke angry before logging off again.

"Bastards.." Kyungsoo spoke under his breath as he couldn't get his eyes of the screen like any of them.

Baekhyun turned to look at Sehun, staring at the dead body with red eyes. He stood up defeated, dragging his heavy feet across the floor as he approached the body. He dragged him closer to the centre of the room.

"He's not really doing it is he?" Jongin gasped "i'm afraid he... has to.." Yixing spoke.

Baekhyun let go of the foot he was dragging Sehun by, staring at the small table with supplements. There was a fucking bottle of lube,

All of this was set up so perfectly, like they knew there would be a corpse.

Baekhyun had a heavy heart but knew it was going to happen one way or another.

With struggle he eventually got the noose tied around Sehun's dead, his head hanging to the side, staring at him almost. Baekhyun shoot his head. There was a chair right below it, Baekhyun figured it was for him to sit on. He hesitantly undid Sehun's jeans and slowly pulled them out. "I-I'm so so-orry..." he whimpered in a whisper. Baekhyun slowly pulled Sehun's underwear down, careful to show as little of his crotch as possible. He sat down in the chair, avoiding any chance to look at the corpse literally hanging above him. He slowly pulled his jeans down, his hands shaking. A moment later he had his flaccid cock out too. He grabbed the damned lube, cursing and swearing to himself for what he was about to do. He put a generous amount on his shaft and smeared it full.

The other subjects wanted to look away but figured each time they did, they were zapped.

With each passing second Baekhyun was starting to hate himself more and more. He took a deep breath before undoing the tie that was keeping Sehun up above him. He carefully lowered him onto his thighs. He kept his head low, his breathing was uneven and his heart was pounding. He had to adjust Sehun's position and realized he needed to let go of the rope to do so. Sehun's body fell forward, the dead body now leaning against the trembling man's shoulder. He hated every part of it. Sehun was still warm against his skin.

Slowly Baekhyun alined his tip with Sehun's entrance and pushed in. A low squeal escaped his lips, tears ran down his red face. "I'm s-sorryy... i'm s-so sorry!" He stammered. He grabbed the rope again and pulled at it so Sehun sat up straight again.

Out of the walls guns appeared, making Baekhyun startle.

"NO!! No please no!!!" He exclaimed.

"Take your cock out of him once before cumming and you're done for." One of the captors spoke. "You have thirty minutes. If you fail either of these expectations, the guns will go off, understood?" another spoke threateningly.

Baekhyun vigorously nodded "yes!! Y-yes! I-I understand!" He stammered. A clock was projected on the wall, starting to count down.

Baekhyun quickly pulled hard at the rope, being careful to not lift too high. He kept going, trying to create friction around his shaft and get hard. He struggled with the dead weight, regretting his non-active lifestyle he always kept. He grunted each time he'd drop Sehun too hard, hurting his lap. The ticking time only made him more anxious.

Slowly but surely he started picking up speed and concentration. He had to do this. It was too late for Sehun but he still had a chance. He truly felt disgusted by himself but it wasn't the time to feel self pity. Sehun's body kept bouncing up and down Baekhyun's lap, his head tilting each direction it could. Baekhyun's breathing was heavy, he felt his cock was finally hard inside the corpse. He couldn't believe what he was doing. His whole body was covered in sweaty now. His arms hurt from lifting the bigger male but had to keep going. He felt light headed at times but pushed through it, knowing he's be done for if he dared to pass out.

"Come on..." Jongin was staring at the screen with burning eyes. By now there were only ten minutes left.

With a loud grunt Baekhyun started cumming hard inside of Sehun. Tears ran down his face, his heart was pounding, his body ached. He let go of the rope, too far gone to care about the corpse's now cold body leaning against his shoulder.

He felt cum leaking and trickling along his thighs.

The clock on the wall froze, the guns that were aimed at him subtracted into the wall.

Baekhyun threw his head back, trying to catch his breath.

"Return to the group and leave the body behind" the robotic woman spoke.

Baekhyun lifted Sehun off him and cleaned himself off as much as he could, adjusting his clothes.

The door he entered with opened again.

He covered up Sehun as best as he could, taking him off the noose and laying him on the ground carefully.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, He gave the man one last glance before exiting the room.

All the man looked at him in silence.

"We're sorry-" Kyungsoo was cut off "leave it. Forget what happened, i'll do the same" Baekhyun avoided their eyes.

"What.... do we do now..?" Yixing spoke awkwardly.

"Ah yes~" the speakers were on again. "That was quiet the show!" They laughed. "But at least we know our little Baekhyunie isn't all that selfish.. it's important for your next quest!" You could hear the amusement in their voice. Five individuals doors opened. "Enter the door with your name above it, good luck~"

The men looked at each other.

"I'm so sick of these stupid quests!" Chanyeol exclaimed "just do as you're told.." Kyungsoo sighed and walked to his assigned room.

They all did with heavy feet, entering the dark rooms.

The door closed behind Jongin. The light flicking on, making a big window appear in front of him. His eyes widened in shock and he rushed to it.

"Teamin!!!" He slammed on the window "Teamin!! Can you hear me!??" The man's mouth was gagged with a cloth, his limbs tied to a chair, tears running down his face.

"Oh he can hear you loud and clear" the speakers rang through Jongin's ears "Let him go!! He has nothing to do with my mistakes!! Let him go!!" Jongin shouted in a panic.

"I'm afraid he does... see, each time you refuse to admit your romantic relationship, it breaks him. Doesn't it?" Teamin just kept struggling in his restraints. "Lying is a sin too, you know?" Jongin frantically shook his head "I'm afraid okay?!? I know it's bad but I love him I really do! I'm just so terrified! Please!!" He was sobbing at this point.

"Then you have two options to pick from and you better be careful." Both rooms were filled with cries from the two.

"You either let him go, he's better off anyways.. or you don't. But holding onto him means he'll die. Your choice" Jongin's heart dropped.

"No! NO! PLEASE!! NO I LOVE HIM!! PLEASE!!" He sobbed loudly.

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