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erinxneil · 4 years

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22: “Sorry we are late, we were totally not having sex.”

Thank you so much for suggesting this @mortallythoughtfulgurl ! It made me super happy to see that you enjoyed my previous post enough to suggest a specific number! I plan to do all of the prompts on the list, however if there are any specific numbers that you’d like me to do sooner then simply send me a request and I will do so! These prompts are all from the list here.

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TW: Mentions of Reid’s prior drug problem, mentions of family death.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Summary: Spencer doesn’t quite understand the concept of being subtle.

>>>These are all basically one-shots! This doesn’t follow the story line as the last post that I made, however I may do a series soon :)

Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I smiled as I packed away my things. Not only had the team just solved another successful case.

I, myself had managed to save the victim, as I was able to talk down the unsub simply by using my words. I did this as I understood what the unsub was going through. While, of course, resorting to murder and becoming a serial killer isn’t exactly the first thing that I did after discovering that my sister had been murdered, although I was able to empathize with the killer and thus convince him that murdering a girl who bared resemblance to his kin would not revive her.

I felt my smile droop the faintest bit. While the victory of a successful case made me feel like rejoicing, this case had brought up poor memories. I shrugged them off and headed for the door.

“Hey, Y/N!” JJ called out. I turned around slowly, eyebrow perked in question. “You coming out tonight? We thought we’d head out for some drinks.”

I offered her a tight smile. “Not tonight, guys, sorry.”

Spencer coughed. “Yeah, me neither, I’m not really feeling it.”

Emily frowned. “Reid, didn’t you just say that you we-”

He coughed again. “Yeah. Changed my mind. I’m not feeling well. Is that a problem, Emily?” Spencer cocked an eyebrow in challenge, as if trying to be intimidating. I chuckled a little. While Spencer could be intimidating as hell during cases, such as during interrogations, we all know that he would never do anything that could remotely harm us. However, his sass was welcomed and quite amusing.

I turned. “Well, goodnight, friends. See you tomorrow.” Before I could take even more than three steps, my name was called again.

“Wait, Y/N! You took an Uber here, right?” I blinked. Oh, right, I had completely forgotten about that. I had known we would be leaving the state for a few days for the case, and didn’t want to leave my car here. How did Reid remember that, yet I didn’t? Spencer disrupted my thoughts again. “Well- uh, I could give you a ride. If you’d like.” I quirked an eyebrow at how fidgety he was being.

“Alright, lover-boy, lead the way.” His cheeks tinged at the nickname. It was admittedly quite cute, however he quickly ducked his head and lead me to the car, shielding his face with his hair so that I would be unable to see his blush.

-*-*-*-*-*-

We drove in relative silence for a majority of the car ride. Although surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward. As the case hit me harder than I expected, I welcomed the silence, and was thankful that Spencer didn’t force any conversation between us.

“It’s just the left up ahead.” I muttered quietly. Reid bit the inside of his cheek, eyes remaining focused on the road ahead of him. I blinked as he drove completely past the turn. “Uh, you missed it.” I chuckled nervously.

“I’m not taking you home.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Reid, I hope you don’t plan on kidnapping me. For a profiler, you should know that considering you were the one to give me a ride home, everyone at the BAU saw me get into your car, which would make you a prime suspect.” He smiled softly. “I’m not kidnapping you, Y/N, I just wanted to show you something.”

I furrowed my eyebrows but didn’t question him further until we pulled up on the top of a cliff.

“Woah.” I murmured, admiring the beautiful landscape before me. In the distance, snowy mountaintops scattered the planes, with ashy planes and various kinds of trees. It was the type of image that you would find as a laptop screen background, one that you never imagined you would see in person.

“Where are we?” I questioned. When I wasn’t met with an answer, I turned to glance at Spencer, who jumped in surprise at me looking at him. He blinked abruptly, as if being taken out of a trance.

“This is called Possum Point- or, at least, a crook of it. I come here often when I feel particularly struck by cases that we have.” I smiled. “It’s beautiful. However, I don’t really understand why you’re showing me this.”

Spencer unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, before moving to my door and opening it for me. He then sat on the hood of the car and patted the spot beside him with a grin. I sat, and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Come on, Y/N, I’m a profiler, you can’t really suppose that I didn’t notice that you took this case personally?”

I shifted uncomfortably. “So what?”

Reid shrugged. “I just figured you’d want someone to talk to. Or at least, I wanted you to know that there’s someone available to listen, if you’re willing.” The corner of my lip tugged upwards. In the moonlight, the features of the man next to me seemed ever the more beautiful. He held direct eye-contact, something that was rare for Spencer, and therefore I knew how genuinely he wanted to comfort me. His delicate features were something I had never really taken notice of before. Before, he was simply Reid. The brainiac agent- sorry, Doctor- whom you happened to work beside. Now, not only did you acknowledge the beauty of his facial structure, you also understood that there was more to him than useless facts and magic tricks. He held compassion that he was willing to offer you.

“Y/N?” His soft voice broke me from my thoughts. In the process of admiring him, you had completely forgotten that he was speaking to you. You sighed.

“I just understand the pain and anger that Homer was feeling. I mean, obviously murder isn’t a reasonable reaction. However, I can understand being angry at the world and wanting to make others feel the pain that you do.” I frowned. “When my sister died, I was in a dark place, and often took out my anger on the people who cared about me, because I didn’t understand how they were allowed to continue living their lives being happy, while my sister wasn’t able to even continue living.”

Spencer wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gently rubbed my arm. “I can’t even imagine how that must have felt. I’m sorry that you had to go through that. Having people all around you but still feeling entirely alone...” His voice trailed off softly. This reminded you that he said he himself comes often when cases cut him too deeply.

“Spencer, what kinds of cases cause you to come out here to reflect?”

“Usually when we have cases focused on unsubs with a drug addiction.” Reid muttered. My eyebrows raised in surprise. I had heard office chatter of rumors of a drug addiction that Reid had battled alone a year or two prior to your arrival at the BAU, although you always took them with a grain of salt, as you hadn’t heard it straight from his mouth. However, it appears that now, you could confirm your suspicions.

You offered him a faint smile. “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to it about, or you’d simply like some company on this cliff as well, I’d be more than happy to abide. I feel much better than I did when we left the office.”

Reid met my smile with a grin. “Glad to be of service.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

The next day at work, I could tell that the dynamic between Spencer and I had been altered. Usually, we simply worked beside each other, sparing words of encouragement every now an then. However, after that night, we stole glances, smiled at each other, and often conversed on the jet. We eventually began having lunch together. Spencer would buy me coffee on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I bought it for him on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. We knew each other's orders- I took mine black, while his required as much sugar was available.

Weeks went by, and we only drew closer.

“Alright everyone, remember, dinner tonight at Jose’s Diner! We’re celebrating the release of Rossi’s newest book!” JJ explained to the team as we prepared to leave for the day. “You are to arrive at 8 PM sharp, if you’re late you better have a really good excuse!”

I grinned at JJ’s scolding. While we all knew that she wouldn’t be able to do anything to us, she’s quite terrifying when she’s angry, so I doubted that anyone would dare to arrive a minute after 8:00. I began to head for the door when I was stopped by a nervous Spencer.

“Hey, Y/N, could I give you a ride home?” I grinned. “Of course, Spence.”

When we arrived, I glanced at him expectantly. “So, I suppose you had a reason for offering to drive me home, other than the obvious of course, of you simply enjoying my company.” I smiled coyly, and he scratched the back of his neck anxiously.

“Y/N,” he began slowly, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night on the cliff.” I blinked in surprise, but stayed silent, allowing him to continue. “You’re beautiful, inside and out. You’ve seen me for who I am and it’s like the more time I spend with you, the longer I want to. I’m not quite sure what this feeling is, or what to do about it, but-”

I cut off his rant by planting my lips on his, one hand on the side of his jaw. He froze at first, taken by surprise, however he quickly melted into the kiss and responded. Pulling away for a moment, he smirked, “So I suppose that you feel the same?”

I rolled my eyes in amusement. “Just shut up and kiss me.” I pulled him closer again by the collar of his shirt, and he returned with no protest.

-*-*-*-*-*-

I smoothed out my dress quickly and checked my makeup one last time in the car mirror before turning to Spencer with a smile. It was 8:24. “Alright, we lost track of time a little bit so we don’t have as much time to debrief as I’d like. Remember, just for now, we are keeping this to ourselves. We haven’t even necessarily discussed this between ourselves yet, therefore there is no reason to involve our coworkers right now. You happened to be giving me a ride when your car broke down. Understood?”

Spencer nodded. “Understood.”

“Are you sure?” “I’m sure. Completely understood.”

We walked into the building together and stood next to our coworkers table. All of their eyes lifted to us expectantly. I opened my mouth to give an explanation, however Spencer beat me to it.

“Sorry we are late. We were totally not having sex.”

I blinked. Reid blinked. Our coworkers blinked. The waitress blinked. The table beside us blinked. The clock on the wall blinked.

I sighed. “Well, so much for secrecy.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Hostage Of Your Eyes - 2.

Mob!Bucky x reader.

Part 2 of this series.

Run-through: You accept an unusual offer made by a very familiar, but dangerous mob boss. And despite the rather bizarre situation and all the troubles which come along the way; old flames rekindle – and you find love again, where it wasn’t supposed to be.

Themes throughout the series: (fake) kidnapping, gang stuff, mentions of violence, smut, fluff, mob!bucky,

a/n: oh boy, here we go again… THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. If you are NOT COMFORTABLE with ANY of the THEMES above, please click away and read something else.

Bucky held the door open for you, as you walked towards and into his very expensive car.

“M’lady.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Kidnapper.” You gave him a little nod as you entered the passenger and he chuckled as he closed the door for you and walked over to the other side.

“Where will I be staying?” you asked after a few minutes of him driving, looking back at all your suitcases and your bags filling the back seat and the trunk of his car.

“With me.” He answered, winking and looking over at you briefly, then focused his eyes back on the road.

You scoffed.

“God, please no. I don’t want to stay in your whorehouse.” You spoke, looking over at him and waiting for his reaction.

He glared at you, rolled his eyes then focused back on the road. “What the hell does that mean?”

You chuckled. “What, you don’t think I’ve heard about your promiscuity?”

He sighed.

“That was long ago.”

“That was last year.” You corrected him.

“So? I’m a changed man now.”

You sighed and decided to give up and stay silent and not say anything before you start arguing again. You had to live with him for a while to come, and you’d rather not argue all the time.

The silence was comfortable, even though you met after so long. You wondered if he would bring up your messy break up any time soon. Did he even remember any of it? Or maybe he doesn’t. But you did, you remembered everything.

“Did you ever miss me?” he broke the silence by questioning you.

His question caught you by surprise.

“What do you mean?” you asked back, knowing clearly what he meant.

He sighed and rephrased his question.

“In the past years, did you ever miss me? Or miss what we had?” he paused, then added. “Do you miss us?” he asked, looking straight at the dark road.

You looked ahead too, processing and thinking. There were two identical cars ahead of you, and two more behind.

“Do you?” you asked back, looking over at him. You admired him for a bit; his flawless side profile, his new haircut – although you really liked his long hair, this one suited him more according to you. His dark suit, and a few more crinkles by his eyes.

He didn’t reply.

He stayed silent for the rest of the ride, casually ignoring you.

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An hour later, he entered an extravagant, well-guarded private property – the mansion he called home. And he held the door open for you to step out.

“My guys will bring your stuff inside. Come on,” he closed the door and held your hand. “I’ll show you to your room.” He held your hand so effortlessly, like it was a habit and not like he hadn’t seen you in years.

You let him guide you inside the lavish home, and up the stairs and finally down the hall until you reached what he called ‘your’ room.

“I’ll let you be, I have some calls to make. Make yourself at home.” He said and left. And you internally admitted that you missed the warmth of his hand around yours.

You walked into the room and checked out the bathroom, making a mental note to take a bath in there later.

This isn’t so bad.

Like he said, his guys brought all your stuff into the room and they all looked surprised when you thanked them. Guess, they weren’t used to kindness around here in the infamous mob’s den.

You took your bath and got changed, then unpacked some of your stuff and curled up on the couch with your laptop; replying to some emails and texting your assistant about the sudden change in your schedule.

Half an hour later, Bucky showed up in your room again. He entered the room and closed the door behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arm.

You noticed he had changed into much more comfy clothes now. “You like the room?” he asked, looking around.

You nodded.

“It’s better than being tied up in a basement for sure.” You spoke and chuckled at the glare he gave you. “Yes, I like it.” you answered properly this time.

He stayed silent for a few more seconds, then spoke up. “Why didn’t you answer me earlier?” and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Why didn’t you answer me earlier?” you asked back, setting your laptop aside and sitting up straight; looking him dead in the eyes.

Judging by the look on his face, you could tell he didn’t like that. He never liked it when people answered to his questions with other questions. And you did it on purpose.

“You know I hate it when you do that? Why do you always have to answer my question with another question?” he spoke, getting slightly hyper.

You scoffed, getting flashbacks from that one night it all ended between you and him a few years ago.

“There’s a lot of things people don’t agree with. But they have to take them as they come.You can’t always control things.” You answered, clearly targeting him and his controlling manner.

He chuckled, but you could tell he didn’t find anything particularly funny.

“Controlling asshole, is the term you used to describe me that night, right? I guess old habits die hard.” He spoke, surprising you just a little at how clearly he remembered it.

You smirked, shaking your head. “Right after you called me an indecisive bitch.” You snapped back and he took a step forward.

“Yeah well if you weren’t one, we wouldn’t have fought like we did.” he said, pissing you off just a little.

You stood up, and faced him with a shocked look on your face. “And if you weren’t so damn controlling all the time, we wouldn’t have drifted apart like we did.”

He was pissed.

“Great! Now you’re blaming me?” he asked, daring you to say yes.

You replayed the memories of that night all over again.

“You are to blame. You walked out first!” you raised your voice slightly.

And he shook his head. “You could’ve stopped me! But you let your ego get in the way, like always!” He spoke, raising his voice a little but still trying his best to contain himself and trying to not get completely hyper.

You scoffed at his words. “You could’ve fought harder for us! You were all I had, Buck! But you still left me! And you didn’t even-,”

You were about to go off again but he cut you off by walking over to you and furiously press his lips to yours, shutting you up.

Bucky kissed you roughly, gripping your waist and walking you over to the bed, pulling away to push you down and then getting on top of you to kiss you again. He was angry, you could tell. And you were pretty pissed too. And you both let it all out, by furiously making out.

Bucky slipped his hand under your shirt and gripped your breast, and you didn’t stop him. His mouth moved perfectly against yours, and you felt the warmth of his skin wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.

He settled in between your legs and you purposely bucked your hips and rubbed your crotch against his. He moaned through the kiss and pulled away to look into your eyes. You smirked when you saw the fiery look in his eyes.

“Such a fucking brat.” He mumbled angrily against your lips before leaning in and kissing you again. You reached down and grabbed his hard on through his pants, making him moan. But he quickly grabbed your hands and pinned both your wrists above your head; kissing you hungrily.

His mouth didn’t leave yours as his hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs before he slipped his hands past the waistband of your shorts. His hand slipped into your underwear with no shame, his knuckles stroked your wet folds rapidly; making you shiver at his touch. He chuckled upon feeling just how aroused you were. “Always so fucking wet for me, aren’t you babygirl?”

He had missed you. And he wanted nothing more than to just have you moaning and whining under him. To toy and play with your body as he pleased. And now here you were, and he wasn’t planning on letting you go until you were a beautiful, whimpering, tear-stained mess.

He pulled away from your swollen lips, and began undressing you rapidly. And he paused to admire you the moment he had you naked under him. You were just a little shy, but your confidence skyrocketed when you saw the hungry look in his eyes.

And when he leaned down again to kiss your neck, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped the two of you around; with you, now, on top of him. He smirked under you, his hands resting on your waist and occasionally rubbing up and down your exposed thighs.

“Always so fucking slow.” You sassed and leaned down to kiss him while you lowered the waistband of his sweatpants to free his erected cock.

He moaned into your mouth as you stroked his cock gently, teasing him for a little while before you aligned him to your entrance and slowly sank down on his cock. You pulled away from his lips and whined out loud as he filled you up gently. He was always so thick and stretched you out so well.

It took you a few moments to adjust to his size, and he took that as an opportunity to flip you back around; with you lying on your back and him hovering above you. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours. He removed himself and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear.

“I missed you so fucking much, babygirl… fuck!” he panted and swore right next to your ear, making you shiver under him as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you.

You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let go. Your body moved against his like a rag doll. All his.

Truth is, you missed him too.

He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth and harshly grabbed your jaw and spat in your mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. He stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain.

Your legs trembled as you lifted them up to wrap them around his waist. This allowed him to thrust deeper into you, and in the haze he was in, he managed to mumble right in your ear about how good you felt.

Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless, as though each moan, each mewl which left your lips only encouraged him to get more and more rough.

At some point, right when your walls started clenching around him and when you were just about to come undone; he removed himself from you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips.

He kissed the back of your neck and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his hard body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up again.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked how he felt himself deep within you with each thrust.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he bent down to whisper in your ear, “You’re mine, you hear me? You’ve always been mine.” he spoke in your ear as he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind.

You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

You lost track of time, it could’ve been a few minutes, or even hours until Bucky finally let you orgasm. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt him quicken his pace as he chased his own orgasm. And finally, after denying you your release many, many times during that night, he let you come, and you came undone all over him – moaning his name out loud.

You couldn’t hold your body up any longer, so you fell limp onto the bed. And Bucky fell right beside you, pulling your worn-out body into him after a few seconds. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arm around you protectively.

“I’m sorry.” He very rarely apologized to anyone. But he had to apologize to you because you meant too much to him.

You caught your breath and looked up at him. He was beautiful.

“I’m sorry too.” You apologized as well.

“I shouldn’t have left.” He said, caressing your skin.

“I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“I should’ve fought harder for you.” He realized that long ago, but he never got the chance to tell you. But now he did.

“I shouldn’t have been a bitch.” You added with a smirk. And he let out a little laugh.

“Stop.”

“You stop.”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss your forehead, now relaxed after fucking all the pent up anger out of both your systems.

“Too soon to say I still love you?” he asked, smirking lazily at you.

You giggled.

“I think you just showed me.” You said, and added, “I still love you too.”

“Go to sleep, baby. I’m right here.” He pushed his face into the crook of your neck and soon drifted off to sleep.

“Good night,” you added, “Kidnapper.” But he didn’t hear you because he was already out.

But you stayed awake. You cradled his head and mindlessly played with his hair while you gave this whole thing a thought. Bucky was messing with your mom and her husband. While the husband was a mob himself, he could be an idiot sometimes. But your mom, she was a calculating woman. And sooner or later, she’d figure out that this was all a plan to bring them down.

And then, she’d definitely try to harm both you and Bucky, and she wouldn’t care about whoever got in between. She would want to ruin Bucky when she finds out the truth. And something told you it wouldn’t take long for her to find out that this was all part of a strategy.

You looked down at Bucky’s head on your shoulder and you leaned in to give him a kiss on his forehead.

“I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you either.” You whispered and kissed his forehead again before you drifted off to sleep in his arms as well.

Trouble was on the way, you could feel it. And just when you thought this whole thing couldn’t get any strange – your phone vibrated on the bedside table. It was an unknown number, so you let it ring. But it kept ringing over and over again.

So you finally picked up the call, and upon hearing the voice on the other side, your world came crashing down.

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The Grumpy Ol' Bunny

Springtrap's physical body under the animatronic suit, is the biggest mystery to fill the animatronic's thoughts. It's so much a mystery, that Foxy and Freddy have tried to capture him to open him up and look. But whenever they try and get some answers, Springtrap scares them off with his creepy, grumpy nature.

Soon, Bonnie and Foxy join forces with Chica and Freddy to find out just what he is, and what his insides are truly made of without issues.

This idea sounds pervy, now that I think about it...but, it's not! I swear! It's just curiousity. It's like a couple kids breaking a toy of theirs, to figure out how it works. Only, this toy is alive, and an angry equivalent of Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street. XD

I would like to credit @fivecoins for inspiring me to write this fanfic. HI! 👋

*DISCLAIMER* A few cusses. That’s all though.

Springtrap is a very...strange being. He smells like mold, ashes and soap, and has quite a few holes in him. What his endoskeleton is made of, is also a mystery to the other animatronics. Why does the man have red knots on his ankles? Why is there red rope on his endoskeleton? Why is part of his ear missing? Is he hiding things in his body? What IS Springtrap? What they do know however, is his attitude. He's somewhat rude, has very little of a filter for his thoughts, and often comes across as a grumpy old man. Foxy would even say he's got the attitude of 'an old Janitor'.

But, that hasn't stopped him from trying to learn more about him.

Well actually...the truth is, it has...a lot...

But, not anymore! Foxy and Freddy had set up a trap to lure Springtrap over to them. Chica and Bonnie had joined as well, looking at the plan.

"I'll keep throwing stuff at the surrounding area and making noise to keep him interested." Chica offered.

"Okay. Try not to hit him. He'll only get angry if you hit him." Foxy told Chica.

"Right. We don't want that. Though if he does end up getting hit, we'll have to continue while he's angry." Chica replied.

"Right. Freddy?" Foxy pointed at Freddy.

"I'll grab him when he comes close." he told him.

"And Bonnie?" Foxy asked.

"I'll start investigating! I really wanna know." Bonnie explained.

"I'll help with the investigating too." Foxy added.

"Okay! Let's get this started-"

"What are you doing...?" Someone said behind them, interrupting Freddy. All 4 of the animatronics jumped and yelped in surprise. Foxy fell onto the ground, while Bonnie quickly got rid of the map.

"Hiiiii Springtrap, buddy old pal..." Chica greeted as un-awkwardly as possible, giving him light elbows to the his arm.

Springtrap narrowed his eyes. "Are all chickens idiots, or is it just you?" Springtrap asked.

Chica narrowed his eyes back at him, and decided to do the kidnapping himself. Chica picked up Springtrap and wrapped him into a big hug. "HUGS FOR THE GRUMPY BUNNY!" Chica declared.

Springtrap's eyes widened. "WHAT?!" Springtrap yelled, squirming around. "LET ME GO, YOU DUMBASS DUCK!" Springtrap yelled.

Freddy frowned. "Awww...I wanted to capture him." Freddy whined.

"you can hold him if you want." Chica told him, holding the animatronic out.

"Oh gosh...NO! DON'T YOU DARE! CHICA, PUT! ME! DOWN!" Springtrap yelled, squirming more and more frantically as Freddy walked up to Chica and Springtrap.

"Here you go. One salty Springtrap, coming your way." Freddy teased befre handing him over to Chica. Chica placed his cupcake down and grabbed onto him with his hands.

"Thank you Freddy" He replied. "Is this comfy for you?" Chica asked Springtrap.

Springtrap started squirming right away. "YOU'RE GONNA SQUEEZE MY ENDOSKELETON OUT OF MY BODY! LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!" Springtrap ordered.

"Wow! I don't think I ever realized that Springtrap's a toddler!" Chica reacted.

"I am NOT!" Springtrap shouted back.

"Hmm...giving me sass? That's definitely childish behaviour if I've ever saw it." Chica joked.

Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy were giggling and laughing at the funny scene in front of them.

"Now, to answering the burning questions going through all our heads: What are you even MADE of?!" Chica asked.

Upon hearing the question, Springtrap whined and threw himself backwards in annoyance. "Why are you guys OBSESSED WITH WHAT'S INSIDE OF ME?!" Springtrap shouted. (Pocket, the author of this fic, who's looked up tons of pictures on the subject: "SCIENCE!")

"Because it's so different compared to the rest of us! It's...foreign." Bonnie explained.

Springtrap let out a whiny cry. He was not in the mood for this!

"So first off: What does your skull look like?" Foxy asked, before poking the top of the bunny mask with his hook.

"It looks like a skull, alright?" Springtrap huffed.

Bonnie started looking around the suit for a button to remove the mask. But...there was no buttons. Nothing around to let it go. "There's no buttons anywhere." Bonnie commented. "Can I try pulling it off your he-"

"NO! DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT PULLING MY MASK OFF. I may be an animatronic, but I can STILL FEEL SOME THINGS!" Springtrap warned, growing worried and nervous that Bonnie was gonna try pulling the mask off.

"Okay! Okay, I won't!...I'll just look inside your mouth." Bonnie replied, before opening up the spring Bonnie jaw.

Upon looking inside, Springtrap had a purple skull, with a second mouth inside! "Hi." Springtrap spoke with the inner mouth.

Bonnie shrieked in surprise, closing the jaw and jumping back. "UM...Why is there a SECOND MOUTH?!" Bonnie asked. "And WHY IS YOUR ENDOSKELETON HEAD PURPLE?!" Bonnie asked.

"Purple? Seriously?!" Freddy asked, looking inside the animatronic mouth region. Sure enough, there was a bit of purple showing up inside the animatronic. "Whoa...That's not right." Freddy reacted.

Springtrap sighed. "It's a human skull. I was a human before I got trapped in this suit." Springtrap explained.

"OOooooohh..." all 4 animatronics reacted all at once.

"So you're a human animatronic?" Freddy clarified.

Springtrap sighed, but nodded. "Yes." he replied.

Chica lifted Springtrap up a little bit. He started looking at Springtrap's insides through all angles of the holes in the back of the suit. Springtrap awkwardly attempted to protest, not feeling very comfortable by how he was handling it, but also feeling thankful he wasn't getting hurt in any way.

"Lift him up more. I wanna check something out." Bonnie suggested. Chica nodded her head before lifting Springtrap up. Bonnie grabbed his ankle, and started checking out Springtrap's calf and foot. "Huh...your foot is covered with metal, but it looks like there could be a foot in here." Bonnie told them.

Springtrap threw his head back, annoyed by all this. "It's a boot. Of COURSE I had feet in here! But both of my feet shattered when the springlocks broke through them." Springtrap explained.

"Wait...did your body possess the suit after you died?" Chica asked.

Springtrap looked around with his eyes half open, growing bored as he was getting examined. "Uh huh." Springtrap replied.

"Wait a second...How did you know he died?" Bonnie asked, removing his one hand from Springtrap's cyborg foot.

"He got crushed by the machinery inside the suit. Of course that would kill a human!" Chica replied.

"She's right." Springtrap added in an uninterested tone.

"Huh..." Bonnie muttered. "Wait, you said you can feel some things, right?" Bonnie clarified.

Springtrap's eyes were beginning to close. "Yyyyyyup." Springtrap replied.

"Are you able to feel this?" Bonnie asked before poking the top of his foot.

Springtrap's eyes widened for a moment, as he was woken up by a poke to the foot. "Yup. You successfully woke me up." Springtrap replied.

"Okay. Are you able to feel this?" Bonnie asked, before lightly massaging his foot with one hand.

Most of Springtrap's body just melted at the touch. He let out an almost silent sigh as a small smile showed up on his lips. It felt amazing to feel a massage like that. "Mmmm hmmm...Just keep doin' that." Springtrap told him, leaning his head back as relaxation took over his body.

Freddy and Foxy observed the scene with curious eyes. They've never seen Springtrap so relaxed and content like this before! It was so new to them!

Bonnie's own face began to perk up into a curious smile as he continued to massage his foot. He moved his thumb closer to where the ball of Springtrap's foot could've been. He started pushing and wiggling into the spots under the toes, located on the ball of his foot. He started pushing underneath Springtrap's big toe, and worked his way to the middle of the ball grip.

Springtrap's mouth widened and showed off his teeth, and pulled his arms towards his chest a little. "Hehehe...Ohokay...cahahareful Bonnie, it tickles." Springtrap warned him casually, leaning his head against Chica's chest as a pillow.

"Tickles?!" Bonnie exclaimed, retreating his fingers.

"It tickles?" Foxy clarified.

"You're ticklish?!" Foxy exclaimed, unable to believe such a weird fact. Springtrap's eyes widened as he realized his horrifying mistake.

"Uh-Wait! I wouldn't say 'tickles' per say, I prefer the term 'sensitive'." Springtrap explained.

Bonnie rolled his eyes and laughed at the stupid attempt to cover it up. "Sensitive, ticklish, same difference." Bonnie replied before wiggling a single finger on the ball of his foot. Springtrap gulped and attempted to pull his foot away from Bonnie, but to no avail. Bonnie was too strong for him. So, he tried kicking him with the other foot. But the moment the other foot came flying towards the bunny, Bonnie would only temporarily switch feet and tickle the flying foot until it pulled away from him again.

Springtrap was stuck in a tickle trap. But he was determined to win. Springtrap tried to kick as hard as he can, and pull his foot away as quick as possible so he could lessen the tickles. But Bonnie ended up just dropping the bound left foot, and grabbed the kicking foot instead! The ghost tickles on his left foot were still making him giggle, and Bonnie was now tickling his right, dominant foot! He was losing the fight very quickly. Springtrap struggled to breath properly without silent giggles taking over, and his left foot was too weak to do much kicking damage to Bonnie.

"Chica! You're holding his upper body, right?" Foxy asked. Chica lifted him up the slightest bit, to show fox his hand positioning: On the sides of his chest. "Try tickling his armpits!" Foxy suggested. Chica's eyes widened as a small, eager smile grew onto his beak.

Springtrap's eyes widened in horror. "WAIT! NO, PLEHEASE DON'T! WHAT HAHAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?! WHAHAT HAHAPPEHENED TO MASSAGEHES?!" Springtrap yelled, his laughter starting to show up the littlest bit more as his foot was tickled.

Eager to get him laughing a little more, Chica used both of his index fingers to tickle the inside of both of his armpits. This move would end up breaking the cyborg animatronic.

"NOHohohohoho! Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahands ohohohohoff!" Springtrap broke, giggling and squirming as 3 separate spots were tickled.

a huge smile spread onto Freddy's face as he heard Springtrap laugh for the very first time. He covered his excited smile with his bear paws. "Oho my gosh! Springtrap, the animatronic infamous for being a dick, can actually laugh! Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming!" Freddy reacted.

"If you're dreaming, we must be dreaming the same dream!" Chica added.

"Yohohohou guhuhuys ahahare ahanimatrohohonihics! Yohohou cahahahan't drehehehaham!" Springtrap told them through his giggles.

"Since when?! How do you know we can't dream?!" Bonnie asked with a smirk.

"Yohohohou're rohohohobohohots! Rohohobohots dohohon't dreheheam!" Springtrap replied.

"Well listen here, you uncultured cyborg! I'll have you know, that we in fact CAN dream! And we have very strange dreams!" Bonnie told him. "Well...at least I do..." Bonnie admitted.

"I do too!" Freddy admitted.

"I dreamt about a bunch of dinosaurs playing soccer!" Foxy admitted.

"I had a dream that a witch was giving rich people explosive money." Chica told them.

"I had a dream about a flooded kingdom, that needed a huge vacuum to suck the water out." Bonnie explained, stopping his fingers to let Springtrap breath a little.

Springtrap's giggles quickly died down. "Yohohou guhuys hahave the weheheheirdehehest dreheheams..." Springtrap admitted.

"You think? How about you?" Chica asked, stopping his fingers as well.

Springtrap took a moment to start properly breathing, before answering him. "Nohope. Not that weird. The weirdest dream I ever had, was about me running a farm, and all the farm animals kept shouting profanity's at me." Springtrap told him.

Foxy laughed at that. "That's kinda funny, actually. Just a bunch of chickens chasing you down and screaming: 'GIVE ME BACK MY EGGS BITCH!'" Foxy joked.

Springtrap laughed as well. "Yeah, or a horse just donkey kicking you from behind, and saying: "Sorry about that. Just wanted to make sure I can still kick your ass." Springtrap added. Chica laughed at the joke, as well as Freddy.

"But enough talk...Are you ticklish anywhere else besides the feet and the armpits?" Chica asked.

Springtrap's eyes widened at the mention of tickling, and his squirming started right back up again. "NO! No, I'm not. Why would I be ticklish anywhere else?" Springtrap reacted, attempting to fool them.

Chica giggled evilly. "You're not fooling anybody. Now come on-" Chica started tickling under his left armpit with his index finger, "Where else are you ticklish?" Chica asked. Springtrap squealed at the sudden ticklish feeling under his armpit, and continued to yelp and laugh as he squirmed away from the single, yellow finger. "Are you ticklish on the belly?" Chica asked, signalling for Freddy to come over and try tickling his belly. Freddy walked up, took a moment to 'crack' his fingers outwards, before wiggling his fingers teasily at the green-looking animatronic. Springtrap fell into a puddle of nervous giggles just from looking at the fingers, and looked away from them.

"I'm gonna take this as a 'yes'! I think someone has a very ticklish belly." Freddy replied, before looking around Springtrap's belly region.

"F-Freheheheddy, dohohon't! Plehehehease dohon't!" Springtrap begged. Holy crap...He wasn't even being tickled yet and he's already a giggly mess!

"He doesn't really have much of a stomach area..." Freddy explained, before reaching his index finger into the the open area above the hips. "But he DOES have a spinal spot right here-" Freddy poked the lower spine that showed itself in between the open area between the chest and the hips. Springtrap shrieked and fell into high-pitched laughter, that quickly began to die down. Freddy gasped and smiled at Chica. "Well what do ya know?! Jackpot!" Freddy declared.

"NOHO! NOT THERE! OH GOSH! NOT THE SPINE, NOT THE SPINE, GEHET AWAHAHAY FROHOHOM MEHEHEHEHEHE!" Springtrap begged loudly.

Despite the begging getting more frantic, Freddy kept going. He gently placed his finger on the spine, and wiggled his finger on it for only a couple seconds...

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!" Springtrap shouted loudly! Freddy smirked, and wiggled his finger on the spine again. "HAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHET AHAHAWAHAHAHAY FROHOHOHOM THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Springtrap howled as he kicked and squirmed as much as he possibly could.

Freddy removed his finger for good this time, and let the man breath. "Wow! I think that's your worst spot yet!" Chica reacted.

Springtrap was breathing somewhat heavily, trying to take as big of breaths as he could to make up for the oxygen he had lost. But despite the breathing struggles, Springtrap nodded his head.

Foxy really wanted a turn next. So, he walked up to Chica and looked around to see where else he may be ticklish. He knew that certain spots existed, and some were much worse than others. He wanted to make sure he chose a calm, more giggly kind of tickle spot. So, the fox attempted his neck. Foxy wiggled a finger onto the side of Springtrap's neck, just for a test run. Though the wiggling did spawn a couple little giggles and a little hand to push away, it didn't grant him the desired effect. So, Foxy went for another test spot: the ears.

The question that Foxy had, however, was if Springtrap could feel his bunny ears. So, Foxy tried running a finger up and down the front of the ears. "Can you feel this, Springtrap?" Foxy asked.

"Feel what?" Springtrap replied.

"My finger against your ear. I'm guessing you can't feel this?" Foxy clarified.

"Nope. My ears are separate from my head." Springtrap replied.

"Okay." Foxy reacted. Next, Foxy tried the back of the ears. "Can you feel the back of the ears being touched?" Foxy asked.

"No. I have no nerves up there." Springtrap replied.

Foxy nodded in understanding. Funnily enough, the words 'I have no nerves up there' stuck with Foxy for a few minutes. This was just enough time to help Foxy come up with a new theory. Foxy brought his fingers to the bottom of the ears, and scratched right at the base of the ears and the top of the skull.

To Foxy's surprise, Springtrap squealed and shook his head to try and shake the fingers off his ears. Foxy only went for the other ear however, and smiled widely when Springtrap broke into a fit of high-pitched giggles. "Hehehehehehehehehe! Ohohohokahahahahay, mahahahaybehehehe I cahahan feeheeheel sohohohomethihihihing ihihin thehehe ehehehehears..." Springtrap admitted.

"Hmmm...Good to know." Foxy reacted, continuing to scratch at the base of the ears. Springtrap attempted to remove his fingers with his hands, but Chica was way ahead of him: the evil animatronic chicken tickled his armpits everytime he lifted his arms! This caused his arms to crash back down, and his giggles to increase into laughter.

It was quite adorable for Freddy and the others to see Springtrap like this. Who knew such a grumpy animatronic like Springtrap, would end up hiding such an adorable side of himself? Turns out, Springtrap had lived his whole life as a human AND an animatronic, with this kind of side to him!

Chica seemed to be enjoying Springtrap's giggly side as well, as evident in her coos and teases. "Look at this cute little bunny we have in our grasp! So stuck! So trapped! Unable to do anything except for laugh, and squirm in our tight, tickly grasp!" Chica teased like a mother would to a bratty toddler.

Springtrap threw his head back and whined in between his giggles. "Nohohoho teheheheheasihihing! Plehehehease nohohoho teheheheheasihihihihing. Ihihihihi'm gohohohonna dihihihihihihie!" Springtrap begged.

"Oh wow! Not only can you grow flustered from a little teasing, you can also speak bullshit?! That's incredible!" Foxy reacted, pretending to be surprised as he only increased his scratches.

"HahahahaHAHAHAHA! FOHOHOHOXYHYHYHYHYHYHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! EEEEEEHEHE!" Springtrap shouted, growing more and more flustered the longer it went on.

"A man who can speak bullshit as fluently as you can, deserves a reward of even MORE tickles!" Foxy added. "Hey Bonnie! You wanna help out?" Foxy asked.

"I'd love to!" Bonnie replied as he lifted up Springtrap's foot again. Bonnie started wiggling his fingers everywhere he could reach on the single foot.

"NAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHYHY FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Springtrap squealed as much as he could.

"But why not? Your feet are such a fun spot to tickle! So many different spots to travel! Here-" Bonnie wiggled his finger on the inner arch. "Here," Freddy moved his wiggly finger to the outside of the foot. "Heeere-" Bonnie dragged his finger to the heel and started drawing circles. "Even here!" Freddy declared, wiggling his finger under his toes.

"BAAAHAHAHAHA! Hehehehehehe! NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO! EEEEEEHEHEHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOES!" Springtrap shouted, reacting differently to the different spots before squirming and squeezing his toes. No matter how much he tried to stop it however, Bonnie's finger was still able to wiggle its way in there, and tickle his toes back open! It was driving Springtrap insane that he couldn't do anything to stop his finger from tickling there.

Springtrap attempted to kick his foot again. But to Springtrap's surprise, Bonnie caught it! "Hey Freddy! There's a spare foot for you to tickle. You wanna take it?" Bonnie offered.

Freddy smiled. "Why I'd love to!" he replied. Freddy picked up the foot, and wiggled a couple fingers on Springtrap's foot.

"OOOOOHOHO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! FREHEHEHEDDYHYHYHYHY STAHAHAHAP!" Springtrap begged.

"I barely started!" Freddy replied.

"Here, Freddy. I'll stop this foot for a bit, so you can get a turn." Foxy offered.

"Aww! Thank you Foxy." Freddy thanked before wiggling his fingers on Springtrap's inner arch.

"HehehEHEHEHEHEY! COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!" Springtrap laughed.

"Come on? Come on what? Come on, that's all you got?" Freddy asked.

"NOHOHOHO! THAHAHAT'S NOHOHOT WHAHAHAHAT IHIHI MEHEHEANT!" Springtrap yelled, hoping and praying he wouldn't make the tickling worse.

"How dare you question my ability to tickle! I'll show you!" Freddy declared. He wiggled all 4 of his fingers all over the foot, where he could reach. Springtrap screamed and fell into a huge pile of cackles. "There! Having regrets yet?" Freddy asked, becoming unusually competitive.

Springtrap only continued to cackle and add squeals and snorts in between! The animatronic was DYING and he couldn't stop his own demise! "IHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHARRYYYYHYHY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Springtrap shouted. The animatronic couldn't even finish his words at this point! All he could do, was laugh and squirm in Chica's grasp. But to Springtrap's surprise, he didn't feel tired! Like, at all!

While Springtrap tried to process that thought, Chica had noticed his struggle to properly speak. So, she spoke up herself. "Alright Freddy...let's give him a break." Chica advised.

"But I didn't get very long to tickle him!" Freddy reacted.

"You put that upon yourself. The more you tickle him, the less time you get." Chica told him. Freddy frowned, but stopped his fingers to let him breath.

Springtrap managed to calm himself down quite quickly, and soon realized something that explained everything: He's an animatronic now! He didn't need to rely on oxygen to live anymore!

"Springtrap? Are you okay?" Chica asked.

Springtrap snapped himself out of his thoughts. "I'm alright...I'm actually fine!...I guess I don't need to breath, which is nice to be honest." Springtrap explained. "I guess this also means my lungs are useless." Springtrap added.

"What is it like being able to breath?" Foxy asked.

Springtrap looked over at him and leaned his chin against his hand. "It's...an automatic thing my body can do by itself. It's like having 2 balloons in my body that fill with air and let the air out." Springtrap explained.

"So if you don't need to use your 'lungs' anymore..."

"I can keep tickling you without any problems!" Freddy declared before resuming his tickling fingers.

"BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT MYHYHY FEEHEHEHEHEET! AHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!" Springtrap shouted at him.

"But why?" Freddy asked, stopping his fingers.

"Be-behehecause ihihi'm nahahat aha fahahan ohohof beheheihing tihihickled ohohon myhy feehehehet." Springtrap told him.

"Well, where DO you like being tickled?" Freddy asked.

Springtrap couldn't help the wide, wobbly grin that filled his face.

"Uuuuuuhhh..." Springtrap muttered, looking away awkwardly. Freddy waited for a few minutes to see if he would answer him. "My..." Springtrap attempted to get it out, but it was hard to.

Freddy smirked as he rubbed his chin. "Am I gonna have to guess?" Freddy asked, wiggling his fingers eagerly. Springtrap giggled and shook his head. "Fihihine! There is a body part that everyone has, except for Chica." Springtrap hinted.

All of the animatronics (apart from Springtrap) looked around at the differences between them and Chica.

"A tail?" Bonnie guessed.

Springtrap shook his head. Upper body." Springtrap hinted.

They went back to trying to find differences. Pretty quickly, something clicked into Foxy's brain! "Ears!" Foxy yelled, pointing at Springtrap's ears with his hook.

Springtrap smiled. "You won. You got it right." Springtrap replied.

Freddy just laughed at Springtrap's stupid little trick. "You could've just said it!" Freddy told him.

"I know, but...I couldn't. Everything in my brain was screaming 'Don't tell them'. So, I made it fun." Springtrap replied.

Freddy smirked and walked up to him. "Oh! Well Springtrap, I hoped you enjoyed your fun. Because now...it's my turn!" Freddy declared before wiggling his fingers on Springtrap's lower ears. Springtrap squeaked like a mouse, and bursted into high-pitched giggles for a while.

Yup. This was worth it. This was worth the extra time spent. Though Springtrap doesn't like to show off his happy side very often, the tickling seemed to have encouraged a more...playful side of Springtrap to arise and take over. Though it was only a start, it was still better than the angry, grumpy old janitor that previously took over his personality. Though Springtrap didn't end up automatically falling into another playful mood, he did get tickled and teased a little more by the fazbear family. When he was being too rude, an animatronic was bound to show up behind him and poke him a few times to get him giggling. Sometimes, Springtrap would test the limits and end up in a full-blown tickle fight! And to make matters worse for Springtrap, the other animatronics were not cyborg like he was! So, they couldn't be tickled back! How unfair!

But the animatronic band's favorite times, were when Springtrap started testing their patience on purpose! All of the playfulness in the Pizzeria seemed to have given Springtrap a little bit of a mischievous streak. When they would tease him, he would learn to tease back. Which to his surprise, actually worked! Especially when they weren't expecting it! Little known fact; animatronics can be flustered when teased enough. And soon, the teasing had turned into full-on competition! When they warned him he'd be tickled, they had to be serious about it and go through with it or else he would call them bluff! Thankfully though, the competitiveness would end up backfiring the moment all 4 of them had pinned him down and tickled him down to a puddle of giggles.

So...Springtrap got used to being the victim of the tickling most of the time. Though it didn't always start off with playfulness and straight up giggling, his brain would quickly catch up and make him feel happy. And that's all he needed to feel okay with the new, playful companions.

#ticklefic #lee!springtrap #ler!freddyfazbear #ler!bonnie #ler!chica #ler!foxy

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dearlazerbunny · 5 years

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Lie to Me (Ch. 22 of 28)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Genre/Ratings: M eventually (aiming for a slow burn here); warnings for kidnapping and subsequent anxiety/PTSD (will be marked before every chapter)

Words: 1300

Summary: If you had to guess what the captured, traitor, trickster god Loki Laufeyson wanted or needed at this moment, a babysitter would be far, far down on the list. (Set after the events of Avengers 1.)

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug, I’m too tired to think of something clever to put here tonight (pt. 1)

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“The Allfather has summoned me.”

You look up, pulled from the doodles you’ve been scribbling on your notepad. The two of you have been sitting in companionable silence, exchanging the occasional barb, but in general just… being. It’s nice. Very nice. “What?”

“Odin,” he repeats. He has a book in his hands, and appears to be reading it, but from what you can tell he hasn’t turned a page in ages. “He has recalled me back to Asgard.”

“Oh.” You blink. And then it hits you. Oh. “You’re leaving.”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“They are not in the habit of telling me such things. But very soon, I gather.”

“I see.” The still-healing scars hidden underneath your shirt all seem to twinge at once.

You look at him. He looks at you. And then the two of you go back to what you were doing before Loki spoke his death sentence into existence. The silence is a little less companionable now, stretched thin by the thousands of things the two of you are not saying.

XXX

It is indeed very soon. The next day you stand shivering in a thin sweater in an open field, surrounded by agents and Avengers and probably more invisible surveillance hiding in the shadows that today’s dawn is bringing. Some small, pathetic part of you honestly expected the sun to not rise today. Because he’s leaving. And everyone knows he’s not coming back. To them, it’s a victory, a relief. For you… well. You hadn’t slept much that night.

No one had told you about their departure, either, except for Thor, who had the courtesy to give you the time and place should you want to be there. Part of you didn’t. Most of you didn’t. But you also couldn’t give up the chance of seeing him one last time.

So you stand on the sidelines, trembling from the weather and only the weather, hoping no one will notice you. Everyone is on edge, even though Loki is thoroughly chained and has not moved from Thor’s side. The muzzle, thankfully, has not made an appearance.

The crowd gathered is very pointedly looking everywhere but Thor and his brother, so it is very easy for Thor to catch your eye and wave you over. You go, and you can feel eyes follow you, but you’re pulled by a force much stronger than your anxiety of being the attention of a crowd. It’s a little hard to navigate with the boot encasing your slowly mending ankle, but you manage. Thor says something to Loki you can’t hear as you approach, but Loki inclines his head in what looks to be a gesture of gratitude. “I will leave you be for a minute, little sister. Do make sure my brother behaves.” A strong arm is wrapped around your shoulders and an affectionate kiss placed upon your forehead. You hug Thor back and look at him gratefully before he moves off towards the other Avengers, all on guard and looking very ready for this whole ordeal to be over.

But your focus isn’t on them. “Trickster.”

“Witling.”

“I feel underdressed.” He smiles slightly at this, acknowledging the formal battle armor he’s clothed in for his arrival to Asgard.

“Well, I would hardly want to disappoint Father, now would I?”

You huff out a breath. “I don’t know how you’re making jokes.”

“You started it.” You wrinkle your nose at him, such a familiar gesture, and the warmth in his eyes such a familiar feeling. The wind ruffles your hair, and you wrap your arms around yourself. “You’re shivering.”

“Well, it’s cold. Humans get cold, remember?”

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” But your sweater glows faintly, and then you are considerably warmer. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh, hush, a small spell will not get me in trouble today.”

“Liar.”

He shrugs, and the chains wrapped around him rattle depressingly.

There are so many things you don’t know how to say. So many things you can’t say. Whether it’s because you don’t have the words, or the courage, or both, you can’t be sure. But you look him in the eye and very firmly, but softly, so no one else can hear, you say to him: “I want you to come back. Please. If you can.”

He stares at you for a moment, and then a moment more, taking you in. “And what if I know that I cannot?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a tear drops down your cheek. “Then lie to me.”

“Everyone is looking, Witling,” he says gently.

“Let them.” Out of defiance and anger and grief and a big fuck you to whatever power in the universe deemed this be the way fate would have it, you stand on your toes and brush a kiss to his cheek. “Keep yourself out of trouble, Trickster.”

“Only for you, love.”

And before you can process that little bombshell, Thor is back and gently tugging you away from Loki, relocating you to a safe distance from both the Bifrost opening and prying eyes. “Thank you, Thor. For everything.”

And wonder of wonders, the god bows to you. “It is you I have to thank, my lady. Truly, you do not know everything you have done.”

“Please look out for him.” Because I can’t.

He smiles sadly. “I have for a thousand years. I do not plan on stopping anytime soon.”

You nod, accepting it. All of it. His fate, and yours, and every footstep that led you to this moment.

When Thor raises Mjolnir above his head, colors you haven’t ever seen before and will never see again shine from the heavens. You hold Loki’s gaze as long as you can, until the flash of light he disappears into forces you to turn away.

The crowd begins to disperse, and you with them, until something metal clamps around your wrist. You shriek, adrenaline flooding your system at the surprise, and you are instantly released. “Hey, hey, it’s just me. Jesus kid, I’m sorry. I forgot about the-”

“Mr. Stark,” you say stiffly, not letting him finish his sentence. You eye the metal suit he’s wrapped in carefully. “Can I help you?”

“You’re going to need to come with us.”

“I don’t believe I do,” you say coolly. “I am going home.”

Stark sighs. “Do I have to force you? Because I can, and I will, but we both know you probably can’t handle that right now.”

“What do you want from me? I’m nothing of interest.”

“Yeah, we’ll be the judge of that. This way.” He points to the Quinjet stationed nearby, and the rest of the Avengers gathered around it. God fucking- this is the absolute last thing you need today. You just want to go home and cry. But Stark’s threat looms heavy in the already stifling air, so you follow him, leaving your heart at the ancient sigil now burned into the ground.

The plane ride is silent and efficient, and its occupants may as well be statues. You sit in the farthest corner possible, knees pulled up to your chest, still feeling the warmth emanating faintly from your sweater. You put your cheek to your sweater’s sleeve, fruitlessly hoping it might feel like his touch. It doesn’t. “Can I ask what this is about?”

“You’re going to medical,” Stark replies.

“I’ve already had many examinations. I’m sure I don’t heal as fast as superhumans, but the doctors don’t seem to be concerned with my progress.”

“We’re not talking about broken ribs here,” another voice says. The archer, you think, who’s flying the plane.

“Then what are you talking about.”

“Magic.”

That throws you for a second. “Excuse me?”

“We all saw what you did back there,” Stark comments. “With the-” he taps his cheek.

Your eyes widen. “What of it?” You say hotly, immediately on the defense. “I didn’t realize it was any of your business.”

“Look, kid, I don’t know who you think you are, but when someone goes up and kisses the cheek of the god of mischief who just so happened to attack all of Manhattan less than a year ago? Something is wrong. Very wrong. But don’t worry, we know how to reverse it. You’re going to be fine.”

Several pieces click into place in your brain. You wish they hadn’t. Because if Stark is suggesting what you think he’s suggesting- your hands clench into fists. “You think he’s mind controlling me.”

“We know he is, kid, we’ve seen it before-”

“You think when he came to rescue me, he, what? Magicked me instead? That he conscripted all those Hydra agents to beat me nearly to death just for an out?” Your voice has been steadily rising, and a curly headed man in the corner is starting to look uncomfortable- they all are, really- but you hardly care. “You are such an ornery, bull-headed, imperceptive-”

“Kid-”

“He would never do such a thing,” you snarl. “How dare you.”

“Okay, hold up.” The same man who spoke before from the cockpit presses a few buttons, then enters the conversation properly. “He would never? Are you kidding me? He did. With me. With other agents. Good people, I might add. And he forced us to do-” he cuts himself off, shakes his head roughly. Romanov puts a gentle hand on his wrist.

“I am very sorry about what he did to you, Agent Barton.” Barton looks a little shocked that you know his name. “And I do not make excuses for his actions.”

“Then why the hell-”

“I’m sorry.” You snap to your feet, anger rolling off of you in waves. “But did everyone here get atoned for their sins and suddenly become saints when I had my back turned?” Every word you spit from your mouth is a dagger, embedding themselves into the air around you. “Because the last time I checked, I am sitting here with two master assassins, a billionaire who made his money off weapons of mass destruction, and a man who I’m assuming willingly subjected himself to scientific experimentation so he could kill people more effectively. I don’t know who you are,” you gesture to the man who’s looking a little green in the face. “But if you’re in with this crowd I’m willing to bet you’re not so innocent either.”

“How much blood do each of you have on your hands? How many people have you killed? Do you think that just because you’ve joined a cause all that destruction just gets wiped from your ledgers? Now you,” you point a finger at the Captain. “You kill Nazis, as far as I know. I might give you a pass for that. But I’m willing to bet there’s someone out there who even you’d make very, very bad decisions for.” You can tell you touched a nerve there, because the Captain definitely looks a little haunted by your words.

“And you!” You turn on Stark. “Jesus Christ, every stupid move you’ve made in your entire life is most likely because Howard Stark was probably a really, really shitty dad.” You laugh at that a little, and you try to ignore when it comes out a touch hysterical. “Try having Odin for a father. Try being played and manipulated from birth. Because I think if for one measly second you tried to put yourself in Loki’s shoes, you might find that you’re really not all that different.

Loki fucked up. Big time. On a massive scale. I know that. You know that. He also knows that, though I don’t think any of you ever bothered to find that out. Have none of you, not a single one, ever fucked up because you were hurting? Because it all just became too much? I just spent the last ten months with the God of Lies, so don’t bother lying to me. We all have. And because you’re sitting here, each and every one of you got a second chance to redeem yourselves. You got a do over. A restart, to prove that you yourself aren’t defined by those shitty mistakes. This ‘Avengers Initiative’ is one big shot at forgiveness for all of you. Why doesn’t Loki deserve that same chance?”

You look each and every one of them in the eye, staring down the most powerful people on earth who could snap you like a twig with a casual hug, but you aren’t afraid. You’re not. You’re mad, and heartbroken, and tired of shortsighted people who think they know it all when really they’re just… ignorant.

“Loki has been messing up for thousands of years,” the Captain says firmly. “Thor told us-”

“And I’m sure he conveniently left out all the times he messed up over the past thousand years. He’s not so clean either. Trust me, I’ve got a masters in mythology. I could tell you some stories, if you’d take the time to hear them. But you won’t, because Thor is your friend, and I get it, you have soft spots for your friends. You give friends second chances. You forgive your friends. Loki’s never had a friend, not really. But I’m his friend. And I forgive him. And I gave him the second chance he deserves.”

A very long moment passes. “But he did save my life,” you say shortly. “So, I guess I’m biased.”

A/N: Hi I definitely posted this on Ao3 and forgot to post on here so you all get two chapters tonight! Woo!

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 5 years

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Broken Edges- Part 4

This is my version of fluff so enjoy it while it lasts! I wish I could apologize for the cliffhanger but it was so much fun to write...Who do you think is with our dear Y/N?

Catch up HERE

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: language, kidnap, flangst (if you squint)

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“What the hell are you doin on the floor, pal?” Bucky’s voice sounded foggy as the message transmitted to Steve’s sensitive ears. He couldn’t hear anything above the high-pitched ring vibrating through his canals and taste the blood from biting the inside of his cheek. He was frozen, not in fear, but shame, humiliation, and unexplainable uncertainty.

Steven Grant Rogers was officially the world’s biggest fuck up. Usually he could talk his way out of any troubling situation merely with his persuasive smile and easy-going personality, but Y/N destroyed him with her ingenuously quick tipped words. Steve kept thinking about the despondent look in her eyes before she abruptly slammed the door in his face. It was guaranteed to torment him not only during his waking hours but without question in the lingering night terrors yet to come.

Out of the blue, a large hand lingered upon his shoulder before the intruder cautiously shook him alerting him of the stranger’s very close proximity; “Steve, everything alright man?” It was Bucky. The only other person in this god forsaken building that probably didn’t want him flayed alive…at least not yet.

“Can I uh, ask why you are on the ground?”

Still stunned from his previous interaction with Y/N; he had no other choice but to man up to what he’d done. The words were like molting lava ready to escape a treacherous terrain but he reverted to simplistic quacking getting to the meat of the breakup. All confidence disappearing, Steve murmured;

“She dumped me.”

Steve felt Bucky’s grasp tighten against his right shoulder, giving him a hard pat for good measure before proceeding onward; “Well, she was pretty upset when I saw her this morning. That girl talks in code majority of the time so I didn’t really get the full story. I guess it didn’t end well based off the dumbfounded expression etched onto your face right now, hmm?”

Rapidly turning his head to meet another set of familiar baby blues, Steve no longer had control of what spewed from his lips at that very moment; “You don’t know shit, Bucky. I thought you were on my side.”

Exasperated, Bucky refuted back quicker than lightning; “Hey man, don’t take your frustrations out on me. I’ll always be on your side but I also have no freaking idea what really is going. So, please enlighten me to what the hell is exactly happening.”

Grunting, Steve no longer saw any point to hiding his demons. Sooner or later, the entire team would know how much of a dick he truly was. Might as well get ahead of the game.

“I slept with Nat. I made a colossal lapse in judgment and carelessly shattered Y/N. That’s what happened.”

Bucky backed away from his friend, unaware of how to process the information he was given. Thinking back to his earlier conversation with Y/N, Bucky finally started to connect the dots and align the context clues. The wheels in his mind rotated on full speed wondering just how Captain America found himself in such a predicament. He tapped his knee in hopes of getting the super soldier up and out of the hallway so they could continue this discussion in private. He definitely needed the gaps filled in for him even if he had to twist his best friend’s arm. Bucky was determined to get to the bottom of this.

Y/N’s POV:

The cooling sensation of the door felt wonderful against Y/N’s tense back muscles. Her head clonked against the surface reminding her that she indeed had just kicked Steve Rogers out of her sight, and it felt fucking superb. She sauntered towards her bed faceplanting into an array of cush pillows aligning her headboard. Y/N wasn’t much for history but at that exact moment she felt like an amazon warrior; powerful and assertive. Throughout history, falling in love never got an easy reputation. Lives destroyed, homes ruined, families broken due to people’s selfish belief in the power of love. No one dared speak of its real consequences caged in the darkest corners of humanity. Awaiting the broken hearted like thorny vines on a rose bush; enticing from afar luring in its prey before singe-handedly attacking in the name of devoted adoration. That was certainly one way to lure the gullible and weak minded.

She was neither, at least not anymore. Y/N rolled over gazing at her ceiling. For once the pressure in her chest dissipated, oxygen flowing into her airways. She was able to breath for the first time in months. She should’ve done this sooner. Y/N was now beginning to understand who her knight in shining armor truly was…the woman she had always been. Thinking back on Steve’s trepidation, Y/N spotted that her problem was she allowed herself to be wanted so badly, she couldn’t tell it wasn’t love at all. Initially noticing the beautiful wrapping paper that entailed her gift before understanding who really was layered within Steve Rogers.

Y/N didn’t let herself off the hook that easily. It takes two to tango when dancing with the devil and she eagerly obliged him. She settled for his pretentious impression of friendship permitting it to linger towards sex because she wanted him. Revenge was far too personal but vengeance, vengeance was cunning, detrimental, and brought a sickening grin to Y/N’s rosy lips.

So long to the girl who was sweet and simple. Y/N refused to be what people tell her to be. That Y/N was long dead. But, before she could concoct her masterplan her brain swam mindlessly begging for sleep, her lids weighed heavily as Y/N found her eyes closing and her surroundings go black.

When Y/N awoke, her bones ached in a lethargic manner and she was in desperate demand of vodka; the perfect numbing agent. Her limbs riddled from stress; she stretched, a loud yawn escaping its way out. It was then Y/N realized she wasn’t alone in her room. Impossible. After giving Steve the boot, she had made sure Jarvis had secured all locks and rejected all wandering guests.

A calm red glow caught her attention in the corner of her room. Wanda. Though intrusive, Wanda’s company was pacifically soothing and exactly what Y/N yearned for.

Wanda watched intuitively staring in Y/N’s direction unwillingly to break the peaceful calm.

“Wanda, I’m not blind. I can clearly see you creeping in the corner.”

Wanda sassed back at rapid fire; “Oh my god, she speaks! Wow, for a second I thought you were dead.”

A giggle passed Y/N’s lips, it felt refreshing to laugh; “I thought you read minds. Didn’t you get the memo I’m in mourning?”

Clearly amused, Wanda accepted Y/N’s bait; “Hmm, who died?”

Y/N bit the inside of her lip thinking twice before speaking; “The old Y/N. She’s dead and gone.”

“Interesting. And who is gracing my presence as we speak?”

“A badass bitch who no longer has a filter to deal with Captain America’s bullshit. That’s who.”

Instinctively, Wanda blushed unable to stop her powers from intruding upon Y/N’s thoughts.

“I’m sooo sorry, Y/N. I freaking slipped and please believe me when I say I didn’t mean to…”

Wanda neared her bed sitting at the corners edge, not to close but just enough. Knowing her darkest fruition finally felt quite liberating even if she hated to admit it. Of course, Y/N was irritated that Wanda unintentionally read her most secretive thoughts, she couldn’t fathom being mad at her friend for trying to help.

“I can’t believe him! Out of all people and Nat knew how you felt about him? I’m all about keeping the peace…but this is unacceptable.”

A breath whooshed through Y/N’s chest as she gathered herself; “You’re telling me…Steve almost said he loved me before I stopped him. There were so many things I wanted to tell him. But honestly, I hated knowing he’d been inside of her…given her such an intimate part of himself. Please tell me I’m not crazy?”

Y/N hated bringing Wanda, the idealistic middle (wo)man into this brass situation, but the white elephant in the room needed to be addressed at some point or another.

“Я понимаю мою любовь.” (I understand my love)

“я чувствую себя таким разбитым” (I feel so broken)

“You don’t have to explain. I literally…. get it. I just want to punch him in that rightful nose of his. Jesus! That man is infuriating.”

“He wasn’t always that way. Trust me.”

“But you love hi—”

“No….: Shaking her head in vast disagreement. “No. No. No. Please don’t say that, please.”

“…if you insist Y/N. I’m on your side regardless but I’m also bipartisan if Stark asks.”

Y/N couldn’t deny the inevitable; “Thank you…. Thank you for being a friend, Wanda.”

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Y/N’s resounding feelings were more than Wanda could handle without alcohol’s boost of influence. So, she stupidly made her way towards Tony’s lounge promising Wanda they’d catch up later. Nothing better than a little peace and quiet Y/N prayed, banking on its abandoned state.

Upon entrance, Y/N’s mouth watered, her throat parched as she appreciated the overly stocked bar Stark was so keen on maintaining. Vodka soda with extra lime was her main pick of poison. She reveled in the slow burn down into her lungs, she moaned with pleasure.

This was exactly what the doctor ordered. Y/N started to worry about being left alone with her thoughts for too long would be a bad thing, or a more challenging way of figuring her shit out.

Of course, Tony chose the finest of leather couches who��s price she probably didn’t dare guess. Y/N fell right into its cushiony heaven trying to not spill her drink in the process. She brought the chilled glass to her lips before gulping the remainder of the iced beverage no longer in existence. With her heels kicked up and feelings at bay for the meantime, Y/N briefly closed her eyes welcoming the darkness.

An enigmatic voice came out of the corner like a ghost lingering in the shadows, startling Y/N.

“Y/N. So very nice to see you again.”

A voice morphed from her very own nightmares.

“Hail Hydra моя милая богиня” (my sweet girl).

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yeppeojiwrites · 5 years

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biggest fan epilogue//kang yeosang

warnings: mental health mention, kidnapping/abduction mention, swearing

word count: 1,929

so here’s the real, final end to my first ever fic,,,i hope you’ve enjoyed this series and that you aren’t too disappointed in my writing abilities but yee this was interesting to write and dare i say...fun?? idk

yeah he looks pretty here and what about it???

Yeosang stared out of the barred window from his place in his bed. Dark circles surrounded his dark eyes and bruises and scars littered his exposed arms from times that he took his anger out on himself. His lips were cracked from a lack of water; Yeosang refused to drink the water from the mental institution because of its taste.

Outside of his room, Yeosang could hear the laughs, screams, and cries of his fellow patients at the Seoul Institution for Mental Health. Yeosang has been here for the past five months and would continue to be here until he was no longer deemed a threat to society. Today is Tuesday which means that it is visiting day, a day that comes twice a week at SIMH (Tuesdays and Saturdays) but never seems to fulfill its patients’ constant need to see their loved ones.

Yeosang’s mom and brother always come to visit him on Saturdays. His mom always sits next to him and holds his hand and strokes his hair while his brother talks to him about his niece and nephew and things that are going on in South Korea. His brother always manages to dodge news about you but Yeosang understands. It’s probably for his own good.

Yeosang continued to face the window, even when he heard someone walking down the hallway; even though everyone else was in the main room, Yeosang figured that the person who was walking around wasn’t coming for him. Suddenly, a soft knock against his open door broke Yeosang out of his trance.

“Yeosang, you have a visitor,” Miss Sori, Yeosang’s favorite staff member said, a sweet smile on her face. Yeosang turned from the window to look at her, a confused expression on his face.

“I do?” he asked, his voice weak from disuse. Miss Sori nodded and gave a sweet-sounding mhm. Yeosang moved from his bed and put on his hospital socks, meeting Miss Sori at his doorway. She bent her arm so that there was an open space for an arm to go through, offering the arm to Yeosang. “Shall we?” she asked, looking at him expectantly. Yeosang slipped his arm through the loop and gave a small smile. “We shall.” he said.

Sori and Yeosang walked through the hallway and into the common room where there were many small groups of people visiting with their loved ones. Miss Sori pointed to an empty table that sat near the edge of the room. “Sit there and do not face the door, alright?” she said. Yeosang turned to look at her in confusion but Miss Sori looked at Yeosang with a certain look that told him not to object. Yeosang shuffled across the room and made it to the chair that faced away from the door and sat down in it.

“Where is Yeosang?” Yeosang heard a familiar voice say.

“He’s over there, he just sat down.” Miss Sori said. Suddenly, the sound of rubber-soled sneakers moving against the hardware floor filled Yeosang’s ears and became louder and louder. Yeosang kept his eyes low and looked at his hands which were laying in his lap.

You sat down in front of him and leaned back in the weighted chair. “Hey,” you said. Yeosang’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice. You took one look at him and said, “You really look like shit, Kang Yeosang.” which caused him to laugh.

“You look different too,” he said. In truth, you did. You had a new ear piercing, your hair was cut into a bob and was a newly-dyed dark red, you had a small heart tattooed on the outside of your left hand, and your style had changed.

You nodded. “That’s what going home does to you.”

“Why are you visiting me?” Yeosang asked. “I thought you were still in (your home country) and that you wanted nothing to do with me.” he finished, a surprised tone in his voice.

“I was in a place like this for a few weeks after I got home. Everyone I’ve met in this country wanted me to go to an institution in South Korea but I didn’t want anyone to recognize me or try to talk to me or get information about me regarding what happened so I waited until I got home to get help. Here in South Korea, I’m a foreign K-pop idol who was abducted by a crazed fan. In (home country) I’m just a person who was abducted in another country by a stalker. No one knows who I am at home, and it’s nice.” you say.

“You didn’t answer my question-”

“I’m getting there. I feel like you should know not to cut me off by now but it’s fine. We haven’t talked in a year. As I was saying though, I suffered from a lot of PTSD and anxiety and after a really bad break, I was sent to an institution. I was put on some medicine and I saw a therapist and things started to suck less. This experience led me to a question which led to me wanting to seek closure regarding this entire situation.” you said before pausing to lean forward in your chair.

“I remember in the trial that the defendant said that you stopped refilling your medicine and seeing your therapist and psychologist about a month after Paradigm debuted. You said that you stopped taking it because you felt like you didn’t need it anymore because you found a new source of happiness, me.” you said. “Yeosang...you weren’t just taking medicine for depression. You’re delusional and you were taking medicine to decrease the amount of delusions. Why did you stop taking your medicine? This whole thing could have been avoided if you had just taken your medicine.”

“I have a very unhealthy obsession with things,” he started.

“Clearly.” you said, causing him to sigh.

“I see you still haven’t lost your sass,” he said as he rubbed his forehead. You shrugged.

“Sass keeps me alive.” you respond.

“Like I was saying, I have a very unhealthy relationship with things. I depended on my friends to keep me happy after my medicine stopped helping my impulses but when they failed, Paradigm had just debuted and I saw you as a way to divert my attention away from my mental issues but because I wasn’t focusing on them, they got worse.”

“But I don’t understand why you didn’t just visit a psychiatrist to try new medicine or change something about the way you were living,”

“Like you said, I’m delusional,” he sighed.

“Like the prosecutor said during the trial, ‘Your mental health doesn’t excuse what you did to me. It might have helped create the idea but it was your true self who abducted me.’” you said as you rested your arms on the table in front of you.

“I’m sorry that I did what I did to you,” Yeosang said, reaching across the table to touch your hands. You moved your hands to your lap under the table.

“We aren’t friends, Kang Yeosang. We haven’t been friends and we never will be friends.” you tell him firmly. He nods sadly.

“Yeosang...I just came here to receive an answer to my question. I...I don’t think I’ll be back here again. Maybe we can meet under better circumstances in a different life or maybe we have a better relationship in a different dimension. But in this life and in this dimension, I don’t want to build a relationship with you and I refuse to.” You stand up and pull your cardigan around yourself.

“Have a good life, Yeosang.”

“Digmies! Look who’s back in South Korea!” Minami yelled into her phone. She turned the phone to face you and you waved.

“Hello!” you said with a wide smile on your face.

Comments began to speed across the VLive screen.

“is that who i think it is?”

“(y/n)???????”

“we missed you!!”

“are you guys gonna have an ot10 comeback soon??”

“is a paradigm form debut coming???”

“she’s back!!”

“It’s been a while Digmies!” you laughed.

“We missed her a lot!” Minami yelled and kissed your cheek, your eyes widening.

“Hey! Minami!” you exclaimed as you chased her around the dance practice room.

(four months later)

“Set the form! Hello, we’re Paradigm!” you and groupmates greeted your audience before sitting in your seats.

“Paradigm is back with all of their members in their new title track ‘Got This’ and full studio album Re:Zume. Ladies, can one of you tell us about your new comeback as well as your concept for this album?” the host asked.

“I can do it!” you say you raise your hand eagerly. The host nods and gestures for you to speak. You turn towards the audience and smile brightly.

“‘Got This’ is an upbeat song about doing something that you’re afraid to do or that you feel that you can’t do. One of the central song lyrics is, if my members can help me,

‘You got this (”Got this!” your groupmates sang enthusiastically.)

Go do what you want to do!

Live your own life

And do the things that are good for you.’” you rapped lightly while smiling. Your groupmates laughed and clapped and the audience cheered along with them.

“During the time that I was...apart from my group, I would say ‘You got this’ to myself very often. The second part of the song came from an interaction with someone while I was apart from my group. He wasn’t living his own life and doing things that would help him,” you stated. “If he had...we probably would have had a comeback earlier.” you laughed slightly.

“But overall, I feel like it’s important to know that everyone has the power to make a positive change in their lives. You can pass that test; you can lose that weight if you want to lose it; you can get that date; you can get that job; and you can love yourself, even if it seems like you can’t right now. Everyone is capable of great things. You got this!” you state.

“I think that’s a beautiful statement, (Y/N),” the host smiles. “I think after that explanation, we should see the performance! What does the audience think?” the host asks. The audience cheers in response.

Breaking: Paradigm Member (Y/N) Has a Boyfriend

Paradigm’s fifth youngest member and member of the sub-unit Paradigm Form (Y/N) was in the press not too long ago after a heart-wrenching abduction court case. However, the young woman is in the press for a new reason, a relationship. Her boyfriend, Choi San, an up-and-coming choreographer who received his start from his YouTube channel, is very smiley when talking about her as seen in the videos below and (Y/N) seems to be just as happy when he is brought up.

Her company as well her groupmates, fellow idols, and television personalities are very supportive of the relationship. However, there has been some negativity surrounding the relationship. How do you feel about the relationship?

Comment below!

Comments:

1. [+ - 10392] I’m so happy she’s at peace now! After everything she’’s been through, she deserves to feel happy!

2. [+ - 9942] Look at their smiles!! Young love still exists, what a miracle kkkkk! I’m happy for the couple!

4. [+ - 9523] wah, theyre so cute!! i’m happy to see her smiling again!!

1100. [+ - -5837] isn’t she tired of being around men? he’s probably going to take advantage of her like her abductor is kkkkkkk foreign bitches never learn

this is the end of a biggest fan!! i hope you enjoyed it!

ellie <3

#ateez scenarios #yeppeojiwrites #ateez #yeosang #kang yeosang #yeosang scenarios #kpop scenarios

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3x15 Reaction / Commentary

........who died and made her queen? Literally no one finds it weird that the newby from a day ago holds announcements and motivational speeches? And I thought vampires don't like swift changes. Guess that was racist of me.

..................?? Literally who has ever denied the vampires entry? Except maybe the shadowhunters to their Institute and the werewolves to their home-restaurant? So she's basically saying “If anyone doesn't want us in their private homes we'll break and enter!” How is no one calling her out on how stupid that is??

hahaha how long did she work on that line?

........? Why? Because up until this point I was under the impression that the Accords where strictly restricted to governing the border between shadow world and mundanes, keeping them separate and protecting mundanes from demon and downworlder attacks alike.

If you care to remember, the whole mess with helping-save-Luke / not-helping-save-Luke in season 1 happens because Alec says shadowhunters aren't allowed to interfere in downworlder affairs, hence saving Luke would be seen as shadowhunters meddling in downworlder business which isn't a thing shadowhunters are allowed to do. It's why him going to lend Magnus his magic to save Luke was a Big Deal for him, because it was basically breaking the rules. It's why he was so against Jace and Clary helping Luke in the first place, because interfering is – at least the way I understood that! – a breach of the Accords, which grant downworlders the right to govern themselves.

In basically all other situations where there are conflicts between downworlders we don't see shadowhunters interfere: Luke beating Taito-or-however-he-was-called into submission, Camille being put into a coffin in the DuMort's cellar indefinitely for reasons. I'd even let myself be convinced that these might be exceptions, since those are ritualized thingies where downworlders decide who gets to rule, and so the shadowhunters aren't allowed to interfere even if their respective election systems consist of battle to the death / whoever wants to revolt revolts.

But how do you then explain all the other instances: Simon getting that Glen werewolf guy into a wheelchair and never facing any consequences except Luke scolding him a little, Simon fighting to the death with Quinn which never gets investigated, and don't even get me started on the seelie queen because she does shit however she wants to whoever she wants, kidnapping random werewolves and holding them hostage, putting marks of cains on unsuspecting daylighters, openly siding with Valentine, etc. and no shadowhunter ever cares about any of this! Not to mention that when Jace first encounters Jordan, he clearly recognizes his authority as Praetor and withdraws, indicating that the Praetor are an established and known organisation who deal with downworder affairs, and shadowhunters have to steer clear of them. Even Kaelie who murdered shadowhunters wasn't sentenced by shadowhunters! She was transfered back to the seelie court after she was captured and the seelie queen dealt with her as she saw fit. To me that simply fortifies that shadowhunters don't govern downworlder-downworlder-relations. If they don't even govern downworlder-shadowhunter-relations.

Besides, if shadowhunters really were supposed to police downworlder-downworlder-relations then please explain to me why the hell it's always treated like an invasion and an insolence if a downworlder dares to come close to the Institute? I mean, shouldn't there be a contact point for them to get in touch with their executive forces? Wtf??

So I guess this is just a random curveball the show throws my way to make this episode's plot work. And really, this is bullshit. I can't accept this. It's one thing to bend and twist portal travel and magic because, whatever, it's magic. But to just 100% turn around their entire frikkin legal system is not something you can just do! No!!

He 100% nicked that horse statue thingy from Magnus's loft to make him feel more at home in his room.

Also, I get that this is a cute parallel with the orange juice, but I also get that this is the show again depriving me of seeing Magnus and Alec actually waking up in bed together and it's NOT OKAY. I just want to finally see Alec “Little Spoon” Lightwood in action, is that too much to ask? Apparently -.-

Also, I have questions. If Alec is just putting on his day clothes.... did he go fetch Magnus's orange juice bare-chested? In his pyjama??? Does he have one with little bows and arrows? I need answers!!!

Rude hahaha, as if living with Magnus was a strenuous, orange-juice-less experience. Kidding, I know he's trying to make living at the Institute palatable to Magnus, quite literally.

I know I wasn't the only one who had severe Pirates of the Caribbean flashbacks at that because after the sneak peek aired I saw a gifset pointing out the parallel XD

Also

MAGNUS'S FACE Btw I think it's sweet that Alec spouts reassurances none of them buys just to make Magnus feel comfortable. Just like it's sweet that he brings Magnus a glass of orange juice that they both proceed to ignore, and to add insult to injury, Magnus gets himself a new one later. Rude.

Okay, so the runes we see here are the nourishment rune (blue), the sharing rune (green) and of course the stamina rune (yellow).... so shadowhunters know to eat real hard. And also... those two tiny tables are supposed to be enough to sustain all those people? With only drinks? Is this some perfidious game where shadowhunters just get drinks and need to feed themselves with nourishment runes? Barbaric.

Yeah I'm in the mood for pancakes now, too, thanks.

I'd like to repeat my question from last episode: If Sentry Guy wasn't planning for his untimely demise, how the hell did he want to hand over that data chip?

Okay but do you realize how amazing and hilarious that is? Because Izzy just came from the serving counter. If she wanted bacon she could have gotten some. But she didn't. To me this looks like routinely stolen food, maybe even just because it's on Jace's plate. This is something that happens regularly and I love it. Need more sibling-y Jace&Izzy interactions honestly!

Also? Izzy missing the piece of bacon on the first try hahaha <3<3<3

Can we please take a moment to appreciate Magnus's absolutely disgusted face and the fact that he carrys that tray with minimal finger contact? Hilarious.

1) I too was wondering why they didn't just go out for breakfast to avoid this situation, so I'm glad they mention that this option has crossed the protagonists' minds as well. 2) Why do they already have beverages on their trays when the refreshment tables with the glasses are off to the side? Possibly so they don't have to run around stupidly?

!!!!!!!!!What other food events are there??????? I need to know okay!!! Also, I think we can all agree that Alec isn't in it for the pancakes but to Prove A Point.

Also, quick question: Who the hell mans the serving counter, who cooks, who cleans the dishes, who buys groceries, who--- etc.

You know what I was just wondering? This is a new outfit, right? Has he moved all of his clothes to Alec's room? Or are they still in this apartment? What's Lorenzo gonna do with all that stuff? And also, do they really expect me to believe Magnus only had this one apartment and literally no other home anywhere? He couldn't have rune!portaled literally anywhere else? He couldn't have stayed with the ever elusive Catarina? Or crashed on Luke's couch since he's not currently using his apartment, being in jail and all? (Though to be fair, we never actually see Luke's apartment so who knows if it even exists? Since they kind of pretend that all werewolves live at the Jade Wolf.) Magnus couldn't have gotten a hotel? I mean he has cash, right? But sure. I'm totally buying that this was the absolutely only option he had.

Izzy is the best and I love her.

So is he supposed to step in as racist, now that Raj is gone? Cuz that'd be unrealistic. I'd buy it if he's miffed that Alec didn't tell him about this, since he's Head of Security and all and could have helped but istg if he reacts badly to Magnus being there I'm gonna flip my shit because Underhill totally ships Malec, okay, why would he react badly?? I'm anxious okay.

“They don't see a lot of warlocks in here.”

HAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG the sass!!!!!

I noticed this in the sneak peek already and honestly, I think the shadowhunters are just angry Magnus is there because he gets to eat fancier stuff than they. I mean, look at him! He even changed the shape of the glass because he's so extra. Love him.

Hahahaha who doesn't want to get a call from jail over breakfast from their father figure. Also I feel like those roles should be reversed XD

I mean, I get it. But thanks, Luke, for not relaying the crucial detail that this was Heidi or at least that Maia is still alive and to contact her for further info since he's in jail, and thus enabling everything that follows. It's not like he told Simon and Maia to drive off with Jordan because he'd handle filling in the Institute on all that happened. Honestly. He's like that one guy in group projects who says he'd do something and then just.. doesn't.

..............................................why Look I don't have the energy to rage about this but wtf Luke. If you think anyone would buy all those fang marks being caused by one person alone, then why not try to get the actual culprit to be imprisoned? Or at least, idk, investigated after to gain some time? Honestly. It's like he wants to go to jail.

Hahahaha okay this is too good an opportunity to pass up, so please go read the dumb drabble I wrote about this exact situation shortly after 3A aired. It's here.

Btw I wanna see that verdict. Because Luke's prints sure as hell aren't on the corpses, and keep in mind any forensic worth a damn should be able to notice that those people died half a day before Luke was found on the site of the crime. Not to mention that since Luke frequented the Jade Wolf it's not exactly surprising he'd want to check up on all his homies there. Not to mention he has zero motive (since his fallout with the pack is so recent nobody not involved would have noticed). And not to mention that he wouldn't even have had time to kill all those people in the 3 minutes after he arrived at the Jade Wolf and before his surveillance team caught up to him. Just, sigh.

Edit: Wow actually they're gonna find his prints all over the corpses because Luke, in his unending wisdom, touched them all to close their eyes. It's like he learned nothing in How To Not Get Imprisoned For Crimes You Didn't Commit 101.

Great Scene. Very relatable.

Though I gotta say I never got the feeling Maia particularly liked any of her packmates since we always only saw them hating on her for dating a vampire and being general idiots, but I'm gonna ignore that right now. It's easily arguable that their happy pack life together wasn't shown because it wasn't relevant to the plot.

And also.... how did they find the Praetor? Isn't their location top secret? How should I imagine that? Was Jordan lying in the backseat half dead, shouting instructions “Turn left now!! No, not your left, my left! Turn right dammit!!” Wtf.

RIGHT BACK AT YOU IZZY FFS. *sigh* Okayyyyy technically Clary killed him, but Izzy didn't react with all the indignated outrage she displays now and I vividly remember this and I already ranted about this at length after 3x04 aired. I'm so done with her attitude on this.

Since when does Alec accept the “I wasn't in control” excuse? Either you were in control, then you go to jail. Or you weren't, then you go in a holding cell because you're an unpredictable danger. In no scenario do you get a free pass. Wtf.

??????????? You get talked into crossing against a red light, not into a frikkin sadistic hostage-taking, what the actual hell???? Why does Alec buy that???? Is he stupid????

...................................wtf Alec I hoped you'd do better this episode, but apparently not?? I mean, not investigating anything, just taking random person at her word, not even taking the time to talk with Izzy – even worse, showing in front of a third party that he didn't know about the Raphael* thing – and finally, basically him making that offer half-felt like he was trying to get back at Izzy for her keeping secrets from him? Wtf Alec? Wtf? And also, since the only werewolves left are Luke (currently in jail), Maia (currently missing in action) and Bat (currently at home like the neat little werewolf armcandy that he is) it's really not like Alec is under time pressure to get the vampires who killed all the werewolves behind bars. What's gonna happen if he takes a few hours to investigate properly? There is literally no risk of a war breaking out between werewolves and vampires since there are basically no werewolves left. Wtf Alec, I just robbed you of your already super flimsy excuse for your behavior, so please. Explain yourself. It's as if he wants to make up for last week's inaction by making super swift decisions. Wtf. If this is not Plot Convenience then I don't know what is.

*I guess Alec stopped holding those weekly downworld cabinet meetings or otherwise he would have noticed that Raphael is missing...... LOL or else maybe they want to tell us less than a week passed since 3x04 which, honestly, I WOULDN'T EVEN BE SURPRISED OKAY

Luke and Clary and Jace are so frikkin stupid. I mean, it's not like they were in this exact same situation in this exact same precinct in season 1 and remembered to turn of the frikkin security cams are you kidding me wtf

Self-fulfilling prophecy, Luke. Well frikkin done. I don't even feel sorry for you.

Actually they kicked you out because they new you didn't prioritize them, but sure. Survivor's guilt. I get it.

Anyway now that Luke is caught on tape talking to non-existent people about werewolves and vampires I guess he'll go to the psych ward instead of the jail, so yay for improvement?

Quick question.... after the cut, to they just awkwardly stand around until someone opens the door again so Jace and Clary can slip out?

WTF Underhill don't make me hate you.

Izzy: “Raphael is not a bad person. He just made a horrible mistake.” Alec: “He commited a gross violation of the Accords.” Izzy: “He's trying to turn his life around.” Alec: “It doesn't change what he did.”

And yet.............. Alec pardoned Heidi....................... and yet..................................... Izzy hates on Jordan........................................... It's like no one on this show is able to assess situations consistently while disregarding personal relations to the people involved. Really. I don't even really expect it from Izzy because she's too passionate for that. But I sure as hell expected better from Alec. Smh.

................................................................. What. What even. Because doing things by herself worked out so well last time. Because Alec totally acts like his trust in her judgement wasn't shaken by this revelation. Wtf Alec, why do you agree to this. It makes no sense.

?????????? this is not the Aline from 2x15

and that bothers me because 1) why recast her wtf and 2) I think 2x15 Aline looked more approachable and warm and yeah wtf why recast her. So from now on I'm calling this imposter “Aline”. I'm serious. Watch me.

Plot Twist: In German they are dubbed by the same dubbing actress.

Edit: Apparently they recast here because 2x15 Aline wasn't available due to scheduling conflicts which, okay, valid. But I'm still calling the imposter “Aline”. I've commited to it already, okay??

Alec, your arguemnt is still invalid because the only werewolf ready to wage war is standing right in front of you and you said yourself you thought she was dead. Wtf man.

YEAH ALEC AND FOR THAT REASON YOU WAIT BEFORE YOU STRIKE A DEAL WITH SUSPECTS WTF MAN YOU OVERTHINK EVERYTHING BUT IN THIS YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT THREE FRIKKIN MINUTES ARE YOU ACTUALLY KIDDING ME-- I'm exasperated, in case you can't tell. Mainly because Alec assuming Maia is dead makes no sense whatsoever. She wasn't among the dead, so why would he assume she's dead instead of escaped? Why didn't he try to track her? Why didn't he try to call her himself? Why didn't they call ahead?!* So many questions, all answered with two words: Plot Convenience.

*Oh right, because they trusted Luke to tell the Institute everything. But my point still stands. This miscommunication is ridiculous.

Also, can we talk about the pacing? In the time Simon needs to drive his and Maia's ass over to the Institute, Heidi walks in, Alec draws up an amnesty and organizes a mission, they go to the DuMort, secure all the vamps, and bring them back into the Institute. Just how slow was Simon driving? Makes no sense. Wtf.

Uh-huh. Sure, Head of Security, why would you need to know that. Also, who made those keys? Are they lying around somewhere in a spare drawer? So many questions.

Good save, man. I can accept that. Seems he's trying to do his job. But still. The way he half-whispered insolently during that mission briefing strikes me as really not fitting his character. He calls Alec ��Sir” dammit. As if he'd stoop to such cheap bitchy behavior, especially when it stands to reason that the shadowhunter he was whispering to doesn't respect Alec like Underhill does because, y'know, gay and dating a downworlder and the general tendency of shadowhunters to be biased and racist.

LOL I guess the first thing I can really appreciate about this episode is that they make an effort to bring back stuff from the past season???

Aha. Looks like someone felt the need to change.

Clary: “He somehow got it in that twisted head of his that I'm gonna help him find it.”

........did I miss that part? Because I sure don't recall it.

Well, Simon, then I hope you have a degree in psychology and don't ask any leading questions that make her useless as a witness. Also, be sure to carry your plan out while Alec isn't present so your story will be more credible and Alec won't think you encanto-ed her so she says what you need her to say to get Heidi behind bars. Since, you know, you and Maia are totally neutral when it comes to this investigation. It's always a great idea to conduct investigations yourself when you're completely unbiased and absolutely not involved in any way, with no personal stakes in the matter. SIGH.

This.... was actually unexpected. See, this is why I like Heidi as a villain. She is smart and she knows how to cover her tracks. And that whole plan to stir up werewolves and vampires against each other was expertedly executed (even if her defense in front of Izzy and Alec was a little weak and Griffin could have acted a little less stupid).

Hahahahaha Magnus. Tbh though, Alec knew Underhill would be in charge of setting Magnus up with a key, and the long amount he thought about what the hell Magnus meant makes me think he doesn't really think handsome = Underhill. Surely not after that haircut amiright ok sorry sorry I'm shutting up. Underhill is a handsome guy.

Ugh. Okay, honestly I don't want to do this. I want to say this was a cute scene and move on. But I just can't move past Alec's apology. Why the hell does he apologise? He did nothing wrong? It's his typical my-opinion-doesn't-count,-whatever-the-person-I-love-says-must-be-right-and-I-am-wrong spiel and I hate it. It would have been something else entirely if he'd said “I didn't know this bothered you so much, I won't do that again in the future if it's a problem to you.” Finding a compromise while recognizing that talking about his issues is his right, since Magnus didn't ask him to keep quiet about it. No matter how good he knows Underhill – and I agree with Magnus on that one, it was strange for Alec to talk about his problems with someone he barely knows, but at the time it was, oh surprise, Plot Convienience to bait some cheating angst – it was his right and with his apology

he basically asserts that it wasn't. Because of some misguided jealousy from Magnus. Magnus should protest this immediately but he doesn’t, he just lets it sit there and just..... argh!

Also another thing, since I saw some people getting worked up over it: Yes, I read the scene earlier in the way that Alec didn't realize Magnus was talking about Underhill because he finds him so super hot, but because context reasons. Still, even if he did find Underhill attractive... that's not a problem? It's part of interacting with someone and looking at their face while talking to them and by the way realizing “Wow, this person isn't fugly.” If he spent all his days oogling Underhill that would be something else entirely, but he obviously doesn't. So, even if his conclusion was “Handsome? Must be Underhill!” that wouldn't make him a bad person. We all know he only has eyes for Magnus.

*sigh* I'm a weak woman, okay, this placates me a little.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I C A N ' T The fact that he thinks he needs to clarify!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amazing.

I have so many questions. If she wakes up, will she hold her breath again? I honestly expected her to be dead after Heidi's order, but apparently encanto only takes hold of the person's actions while they are conscious. So this leads me to the question why the f Nora is in a coma instead of simply unconscious, since if your brain doesn't get oxygen you slip into unconsciousness, not coma wtf.

...............by? The shadowhunters on washing machine handling duty?? So many questions.

.........or just do it right away. Why wait?

!!!!!!!!!YES at least someone has common sense left this episode. It physically pains me that this person is Jonathan. Wtf, show.

1) Soooooo why is his magic suddenly blue again? Though it's slightly tinted so I guess one could argue that this is Magnus trying to cover up the ugly Lorenzo-color. 2) Did the nurse really let them all in? Are they using glamors? I need answers. 3) Won't this place be swarming with doctors as soon as she wakes up?

“This is Maia. If you're hearing this, it's because my phone's battery sucks.”

Hahaha, I approve.

Lol this is the other reason I like Heidi as a villain, she's cheeky.

That.......... WAS UNEXPECTED OH MY GOD WOOOW I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING!!! Color me impressed!!! And from Maia no less, who's always throw fists first, think straight later!!!

But..... while we saw where she got that syringe from I can't help but wonder where the hell she got that Holy Water from? Also how the hell did Simon, Magnus and Alec know in which back alley exactly she was hiding?? Guess we'll never know.

Soooooo whenever she stares into the flames she gets a Jonathan-possession-episode???? Okay??????? Why?????????????????? But anyway, the solution to their predicament seems clear: Just keep her away from fire. Then again they're shadowhunters, so compulsively lighting candles is a thing, so I see where this might get difficult.

You know, this scene would probabley even touch me emotionally if I wasn't busy muttering wtf under my breath because I'm still not over how they completely screwed over the Accords. With the way things were back in 3x04 what Izzy did in banishing Raphael was nothing more than an exceedance of competence. (Yes, Raphael deserves punishment for what he did, but not. from. Izzy.) And now suddenly it's a law-breaking act of compassion? Wtf, no, doesn't compute.

Also, as Bohemian pointed out: why the hell is Raphael's Dramatic Pre Jail Scene with Izzy instead of, idk, Magnus who's like a father to him and also at the Institute in this very moment?? Why do those two don't get any screen-time together when their relationship is more profound than, sorry, anything between Izzy and Raphael?? Tbh reducing Raphael to a pining mess who's only thinking about Izzy makes him feel real two-dimensional to me and he deserves wayyy better than that.

...................you know what? No!! Too late!! I've mentioned it in a past reaction post (from 3A I think) that I would have loved for this to be the reason they break up: Maia's okay-ness with ending a conflict through violence and Simon's relative patriotism. And even though this scene was everything I hoped for in this regard it still leaves a stale taste in my mouth because it's come too frakkin late. They are already broken up and their break up scene wasn't up to par. And why wasn't this their break up scene? Because if they'd been together up until now we couldn't have gotten the Jordan/Maia cuddling. Ugh.

Also this

would have certainly packed more of a punch if it came from someone who was consistently opinionated that way and wasn't randomly stricken by “I don't give a damn who gets injured, I have a gig to get to” moods (and yeah, I'm still not forgiving that, Simon).

Ohhhh no Magnus, stay away from that carpet, bad things will happen here, didn't you see the sneak peek????

WOW I am impressed, this is more than I expected so I'm really happy about this, especially since we all know how Magnus “It's all in the past” Bane normally deals with conflicts. You can see how much it costs him to get over himself and say this, and I love it. (What I don’t love is that Alec immediately glosses over this and barely even registers it but, whatever, that’s not Magnus's fault. He did what he should have done, and I’m happy about it.)

“Having an outsider live at the Institute, that is against protocol. And how can I expect everyone else to follow the rules if I don't follow them myself?”

I mean, I don't really think Maia would have refrained from her little murder plot if Magnus had spend the night at a hotel instead of in Alec's bed, but I recognize Alec at least attempting to be true to his rule-abiding, authority-acknowledging character for five seconds. So I'm somewhat semi-..... uh, quarter-proud of him.

Awwwww and Underhill just worked the whole day to get him settled in, the poor guy.

AGAIN WOW you can see how much courage it costs him to ask this after last half-season's moving-in-talk went so smoothly!!! I love it!!!

I LOVE IT!!!

I HATE IT!!! Yeah wow, I really hate it. Why can't they be happy for two seconds istg!!!!!

Btw I'm ordering you to read Matt's live tweets because they are therapeutic, okay.

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princessromania13 · 6 years

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Trapped Free Spirit | Chapter 1

Word count: 1977

Characters: Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Deceit Sanders

Warnings:None in this chapter, lemme know if I missed something

Pairings: Royality (platonic), Moxiety (platonic)

Hybrid AU thing

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Roman had first become a slave when his poor family, not being able to give the support needed to their energetic, over-dramatic, winged son, sold him while he was asleep. “I wish this could be different,” his mother whispered into his ear while he was being tied to the wagon, “but we have to do this for our safety.” When he woke up, he was miles away from home and bouncing along in the little wagon. He called out to his parents, but he didn’t know they couldn’t hear him, and the wagon driver yelled at him to shut up. He sat up, flapped his large, red wings to get some feeling back in them and started planning how to get back to his parents, when he realised his wrist was tied with a length of rope to the side of the wagon. He came to the conclusion that he had been kidnapped. The wagon drove into a town near-ish the homes of the rich families and nobility, and then stopped near a small, dingy building. He was untied and dragged into the building by a tall man in a suit.

“Where am I? What happened? Where’s Mother and Father?” Roman peppered the man with questions. The man ignored him and brought him down a flight of stairs. Down the stairs, there was a hallway with two heavy wooden doors, and walls, roof and floors made of stone. Roman was shoved in the second door. “Have fun in your last few days of freedom.” the man snickered, closing the door and locking it. When Roman’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed three other boys in the room. Two had glasses, and one had really deep under-eye bags. The boy with round glasses, a blue shirt, some kind of grey garment tied around his shoulders, and the fluffy ears and tail of a cat looked up for a moment and noticed Roman, pounding on the door, in efforts to break it open and escape. He came over to him.

“Hi, my name’s Patton. What’s yours?” the boy asked. “Roman. Do you know what’s happening?” he replied, sitting down against the door. “You don’t know?” “No. I woke up and I was on a wagon and Mother and Father weren’t there.” Roman recounted, fighting back the angry tears welling up in his brown eyes. “Oh. well-” Patton stopped for a moment, thinking, his ears twitching. “I don’t know how to say this without upsetting you more, but-” “We’re gonna be sold as slaves.” the boy in the corner with the under-eye bags mumbled, taking his black, patchy hood off, revealing small stubby deer horns poking out from under his messy, black hair. Roman panicked. Slaves?! Surely there was some mistake here! “Woah, calm down, Roman! Breathe.” Patton said, trying to calm him down. The tears were now pouring down, and his breath was coming out in short gasps. He fainted.

“-man? Roman? Please wake up!” It was Patton. It wasn’t just a nightmare, and Roman was really here, in an inescapable room, going to be sold. He wished it was a dream. He sat up, neatened his brown hair into the usual style, which wasn’t hard as it usually fell the way he wanted it to, and stretched his wings. Patton was holding something. It was food. Sure, it was just a bit of bread, but it was still food, and Roman hadn’t eaten all day. Patton offered it to him. “You should eat.” Patton said. “If you don’t eat, you’re gonna starve, and then no one will buy you and you’re gonna be stuck here for longer which means you’ll starve more. Take it.” “How much food do we usually get here?” he asked. “Usually just a bit of bread and maybe a whole bread roll if they’re feeling generous.” Patton replied, pushing the chunk of bread into his hand. That would mean the three in here would probably be quite hungry. Roman accepted it, thinking it would do no one good if he was hungry. “Patton?” He asked. “Yes?” “How did you get here?”

That must have hit a sore spot, because Patton looked sad. He still smiled, but he looked quite upset. “Maybe I’ll tell you later.” He replied, ears and tail drooping.The other boy with glasses was still where he was before, reading a piece of paper, adjusting his square glasses every now and then. “Oh!” Patton suddenly exclaimed. “I haven’t introduced you to Logan or Virgil!” They must be the other two in here, Roman thought, but which is which? Patton read his thoughts. “This is Virgil and Logan’s over there, reading. Guys, this is Roman!” Patton said. Logan looked up upon hearing his name. “Salutations.” Logan said, returning to his reading almost as quickly as he stopped reading.

The door swung open, and the thin, tall man walked in, a wicked grin on his face. “You’re in luck, it’s market day.” He sneered, another man who was a good deal shorter walked in, holding ropes. Virgil looked terrified. Logan hid his paper in the pocket of his black pants when he saw the two men at the door. Patton shielded the sleep-deprived boy with determination. Roman folded his wings and stood up, unsure of what to do. His wrists were tied together, and the same was done to the others. He and Logan had their wings tied to their backs so they couldn’t fly away.

“Follow me.” The tall man said. “Why?” Roman said, realising too late he said it a bit over-confidently and snide. Virgil gasped, and hid further behind Patton. The bespectacled, feline boy turned around and hugged him. “We’ve got a little royal, do we? You think you’re so much better than anyone else here, do you, princey? Well, do you?” The man snapped. “No.” Roman said, all his confidence fading in an instant. “Good. Now follow, and if I hear one more sound from ANY of you I will see to it that you are ALL gagged!” The man said, still furious. They fell into line and were led to the middle of the market, to a stage in the square.

“Now act well so you can all finally get sold and I won’t have to keep spending MY money on the lavish feasts I give you.” The man whispered hoarsely. They were led onto the stage, and Logan was brought up front. An auctioneer started the bid for him at five hundred dollars. Logan stood up straight and kept a poker face. A yellow gloved hand rose and a posh accent said, “I’ll give ten thousand dollars for the four of them.” and Roman realised they were all getting bought together, meaning he wouldn’t be alone, even if he had just met these three boys.

“Any more offers? No? Going… Going… Sold!” The auctioneer cried. “To Mr. D. Ceitful!” Who was this? He didn’t sound like a nice man, with a name that sounded like deceitful. They were hurried off the stage to a fancy carriage by the Tall man who brought Roman into the basement room in the first place. “Now, Listen here, Princey, don’t you dare give the Ceitfuls any of your sass and arrogance, I don’t want to see any of you back here.” He quietly warned Roman. Patton still had his arm protectively around Virgil.

The trip was long, and half of it was probably just the driveway to the huge manor. Before they reached the manor, the driver quickly had a word with them. “Now, listen well,” He said, “When you get out, I will untie you and you will not try to escape, there are bodyguards and personal soldiers posted everywhere. You will go into the door near the topiary shaped like a snake, go down the hall into the slave quarters. You will get a tour of the manor and receive your jobs. If you do not do your jobs or act out of line, you will be punished. Understood?” “Understood.” the four said. They reached the manor and the driver pointed out the topiary, then untied them. They stuck close together, and headed for the topiary. Logan was the first to find the kitchen, where a woman, who was thinner than the other man, was waiting for them. “So you’re the new slaves? There are maps of the manor for you on the counter. Now let me see,” she said, placing the four in a line, starting with Patton, then Virgil, then Logan, and Roman was last.

“What can you do?” she asked Patton. It was adorable how his ears twitched when he was thinking. “Well, I can cook?” Patton offered hopefully. “Hmm, I’ll put you as a kitchenhand for now to see how you go. If you do well, you’ll get a permanent job in the kitchen. If not, you work for Darien, the young master of the manor. And I assume you know where the kitchen is?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Patton nodded, his ears drooping slightly. The woman untied him and he walked slowly into the kitchen.

She then stood in front of Virgil. He shrank down a bit. “”And how about you? Any particular skillsets or anything?” “Umm, I also know some cooking skills.” Virgil said quietly. “Well, then,” she said, “You’ll also be assessed as a kitchen hand with the cat. Same rules apply. Got it?” Virgil also nodded and went into the kitchen after being untied.Logan was next. He stated that he could read. “Well then, you will be in charge of keeping the library cleaned and organised. Here is a map, I’ll draw down the routes you will be taking during your day. I will untie your wings as with them you will not need a ladder to access the top shelves. Remember that you are trusted enough not to fly away. If you do, consequences will apply.” she untied him and handed him a map.

Roman was terrified, it was now his turn. The woman stood in front of him and asked the dreaded question. He didn’t really know how to do much, except he did enjoy putting on plays for his parents. But that wouldn’t get him very far. “Um, I have lots of energy?” he said. That might get him somewhere. The woman thought. For a very long time, or so it felt. “I can only think of one thing to do with you.” She said, shaking her head. “You will work for Darien. Do as he says, and don’t argue. If you do, you will be punished. Understood?” “Yes.” Roman said, his voice barely above a whisper. She reminded him of the conditions for his wings being untied, actually did untie him and gave him a map that lead for the fastest route to Darien’s entire section of the manor. He took it, she wished him good luck, and he set off in the hallway, flying every now and then so his wings wouldn’t cramp.

He finally arrived at Darien’s wing. The door was different to the other slightly dark brown doors. It was huge, black and lined with gold. *Well, this guy’s really dramatic*, Roman thought, knocking on the door with his task paper in hand. He was told not to read it, but to hand it straight to Darien. Deciding it would be best not to fly in through the great door, Roman folded his wings and fell to the floor. He got up just as the door was being opened. “What? I totally expected visitors.” said the thin boy in black clothes lined with gold, a black bowler hat and patches of scales on patches of his pale skin. Roman handed him the paper, since this must have been Darien. Darien smiled wickedly. “Ah,” he said, “You must be my new plaything.”

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~TORN~

"There's nothing where he used to lie

My inspiration has run dry

That's what's goin' on

Nothing's right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am ashamed

Bound and broken on the floor”

Torn

I came to a cold concrete floor. Sitting up gingerly in a wave of dizziness, and disorientation. It was obvious I had a minor concussion. I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten here.

The last thing I remembered was leaving Fangtasia after warning Eric, Pam and Bill of a raid that was about to take place.

I could feel the egg shape lump on the back of my skull. Something or rather someone had hit me on the back of the head, knocking me out. Why? Guess that is what I'd have to figure out.

First thing first I had to figure out where I was and how I was getting out of here. Gran had to be worried at this point. Surely she had called Detective Bellefleur by now. Probably Jason as well. I went out to a vampire bar and never came home. The thoughts that must be running around their minds currently.

With that in my head, I let out a few silent tears. As much as I wanted to worry about them. Now really wasn't the time. I needed to worry about myself first. The sunlight was pouring in through a window and a slight sigh of relief, at least I wouldn't be dealing with vampires currently.

Opening up my extra sense, I noticed that there was nobody around at all. I thought that was incredibly bizarre. Even at home in Bon temps if I fully let down my shields I could hear thoughts of townsfolk about a mile out. I must really be in the middle of nowhere. That is when dread started to creep in.

I walked the length of what I assumed to be a basement. There was a couch, a desk, a dresser and a bookcase.

I opened three doors -one was to a small bathroom with a shower- another was to a laundry room- the third led to a set of stairs to go to the main portion of the house yet that door was locked.

Walking back into the room looking around. On the desk was a TV, on the dresser a few walmart bags, on the bookcase there was a mix of books, CDs and movies.

Going through the bags on the dresser I found a couple sundresses as well as essentials (toothpaste, body wash) and food, bananas, apples, bread, peanut butter and jelly. Whoever kidnaped me knew me well, that made me cringe.

I really needed to take care of my human needs. Taking a shower was not the easiest task with the dizziness I was feeling but I felt almost human after I finally got out. I hadn't found any pain medications in the bags and how I wished I had some currently.

Putting on a yellow sundress from the bag, brushing my hair delicately as my head felt like it had been hit by a truck. I went back to the couch, grabbed everything I needed to make PB&J a banana, the movie Pearl Harbor off the bookcase and into the VHS player, sat down and made a sandwich and watched a movie.

I must have faded out into oblivion at some point during the movie because when I came back to myself I could hear an argument taking place above me. I reached out with my telepathy and all I found was -Voids-

Five of them to be exact. 'Jesus Christ Shepherd of Judea' this doesn't bode well for me.

I didn't dare move knowing everyone who was above me had superior hearing, I laid perfectly still trying to hear what I could of the conversation

"I procured her like you asked, she is here" a male voiced

"That is not what I asked of you, I told you to find out if she was a Telepath and report back. Not take her to my best sheriff's bar. Have her gain undo attention by announcing a raid, then kidnapping her"

the woman who was berating the male -Bill- (he was the one to take me to Fangtasia) sounded furious.

"You have been gone two weeks, and haven't checked in. I wake up tonight and have a message from my sheriff and from you.. do you understand at all how badly you screwed up..."

All of a sudden in the next instant two things happened almost instantly. The first thing was I heard a scream. Bills by the sounds of it. The second was two more -Voids- had approached.

The woman was still admonishing Bill as the door upstairs opened and the two other vampires joined Bill the woman and other three vampires who hadn't spoken that I could tell.

"Sheriff" the woman said to whoever had come in upstairs and all of a sudden I heard the unmistakable voice of the vampire I had met last night

"Your Majesty, to what do I owe the honor of your presence in my territory" was his response

I'm sorry did Eric Northman just say -Your Majesty- the Woman upstairs was a queen. In my shock over the statement I must have made a noise because everything went eerily silent for a couple of seconds before I heard

" Sounds like the Telepath is awake"

Four vampires immediately started heading down the stairs to the room I was in while three stayed upstairs.

I skittered to the wall on the opposite side of the room as the door that was about to be opened.

What does one terrified Telepath do when four vampires walk into the room she is being held in against her will?!?

I took a deep breath in as I watched the procession of vampires enter the room. I recognized Pam and Eric.

The other two looked just seemingly young. A girl who looked about 17 but I could tell by the size of her -void- she was centuries older. Her -void- while smaller than Eric's, it was much bigger than Pam's.

The other vampire was a young boy. He could not have been more than 15 when he was made. Yet still looks were deceiving because he too must have been centuries older than Pam.

All four vampires silent as they appraised me as if I was Chattel. I exhaled and put on my -crazy- Sookie smile. Gran's voice in the back of my head 'always remember your manners you lady, carry yourself with pride, shoulders straight little girl' Looking each one in the eye, ending with Eric's crystal clear blue eyes. Letting my heartbeat calm a minute.

"Howdy de do, Eric Pam, nice to see you again so soon"

I could feel somebody trying to Glamour me almost immediately and tensed. Ignoring it I continued

" I'd ask what brings ya'll by, but I'm not really sure where I am at the moment, who are your young friends?"

At that I saw Eric's lip quirk, as Pam let out a soft chuckle. Quickly looking from Eric to Pam as the Glamour got more intense.

I took another quick peek at the two vampires before bringing my gaze to the door they left open.

I had no idea what they were trying to get me to do but when I didn't do anything after a couple seconds, the Glamour stopped.

I took another breath, relieved that the tense pressure was no longer batting against my shields. The one good thing I have after being a Telepath for so long is a poker face and I never let the relief show

I was surprised when it was the young boy answered -more like sneered as if talking to a human was beneath him-

"Hello Sookie, I'm Andre Paul and this is my maker Sophie-Anne."

"Well, I would say it's nice to meet y'all, but Gran always told me not to lie and I have no clue what is going on. Please forgive me for with-holding judgements."

I went a little flush, as I realized I just sassed two ancient vampires.

The Queen or "Sophie-Anne" as she was introduced flashed in front of me in a blur, I let out a sharp gasp in shock. I had always hated when Bill had just appeared before me.

She took a hold of my jaw. Looking me over head to toe, making me blush scarlett in mortification.

Leaning to nuzzling my neck as she inhaled deeply, she said to nobody -and everybody-

"You are nothing as Hadley described, no I don't see crazy, simple, meek and mild. No you are a feisty one, and you smell delicious my dear"

" you know Hadley? "

It came out as a whisper, I'm sure if they had been human nobody would have heard it.

Call me a bad Christian, but I hadn't thought about my cousin in years. Back when Aunt Linda was dying and she came around looking for money for rehab. Of course Gran gave it to her, and off she went. We never heard from her again.

After Aunt Linda had passed, we assumed she had overdosed and died. Gran would be so glad to know she wasn't dead somewhere as Jane does.

“That is a question I would like an answer to as well. It seems Bill Compton can not be trusted with even the simplest of tasks. Tell me is it true you are a Telepath?” The Queen asked me, as her eyes bore into mine, studying my every movement. The intense pressure was back in my head. -that would give me a headache in record time.

As calmly as I could I responded in a flat

“Yes”

Sophie-Ann then did a weird seal clap “Excellent, Excellent...You see I sent Bill out to meet you two weeks ago and to find out if you were or not. Why he decided to kidnap you from Mr. Northman’s bar is something we were just about to find out when it came to our attention you were conscious. Actually we should continue that conversation with him now, come along”

I looked at the clock on the VHS player and realized I had passed back out for several hours as it was now just past 10:00. I had been gone now over 24 hours and Gran was probably losing her mind.

Without a thought of what was going out around me I blurted out “I need a phone” and I cringed as I saw four eyebrows raised in response. I needed to let Gran know that I was alive, and I was really hoping that was going to stay the case however, the way they all looked me over...suddenly I was not too sure. I looked to the redhead knowing it was her, that would be deciding my fate this night.

“Please let me call my Grandmother so that she will know I am alive, she will have called the police by now, and the last thing you need is Detective Bellefluer knocking on Fangtasia with the Shreveport police presence.”

Knowing they had a raid last night, and I was seen on stage with Mr. Northman. I thought I had made a pretty good argument, while still polite. It seemed the Queen agreed as she gave Eric a look and he whipped out his cell phone and handed it to me.

I looked at the queen, straight in the eye and asked “Can I tell her about Hadley?’

She gave me a curious once over but then gave me a minute nod, acquiescing my request.

The phone rang twice before none other but Jason answer the phone

A Phone call with Gran

I turned my back to the four vampires in the room and closed my eyes, more scared of the phone call I would be having with my Gran with them in the room. Part of me felt like a child with her hand in the cookie cutter jar, and yet there was another part of me that wanted to scream. I am an adult and it should be ok to spend twenty four hours out of my home.

I knew the first thing I was going to do before the next sunset if I am still alive, was get myself a cell phone. I really don’t want to be in a position where I could not reach Gran if the need arose.

The phone only rang once before Jason of all people answered the phone

“Hello, Sookie?” he asked and immediately I could tell he was worried and frustrated. Already I was on eggshells. What had happened, well wasn”t my fault, had caused my family -my Kin- harm. They were hurting because I had been missing. An errant tear ran down my cheek as I answered.

“Yeah Jas, It's me. I need to talk to Gran, can you give her the phone please?”

That’s it Sookie, that is all you have to say +you need to talk to Gran+ what the fuck Sook..” he trailed off as I heard the thump of Gran hitting the back of my brother’s head and he responded to her “Sorry for the language Gran” before continuing his rant in my direction

“Are you ok? Are you safe? Do i need to come get you, you had us all in an uproar. The whole town is up and arms. Heck Mrs. Fortenberry has some of her old friends gathering branches to make stakes, before heading off to Bill’s house”

I had to chuckle at my brother, while he ain’t got the good sense god gave a rock, he was loyal when family needed him and he would have gone to Bill’s house with a stake if he thought it would get his sister back.

“Listen Jason, I reckon you have a bunch of questions and I promise I will make you breakfast and answer all the ones I can in the morning, if the creek don't rise. However, right now I really need to talk to Gran and let her know I am just fine ok?

With a hmph, Jason tossed over the phone to Gran, +she is fine and she wants to talk to you, not me. I am going to Merlottes and let people know + Jason knew he would get the answers he was looking for tomorrow and I was ok. He needed a beer. I took no offense, and smiled in relief that he trusted me enough to know that if I said I was fine, then I was.

“Hey baby girl, you sure you’re good” Grans voice came through the line. A few more tears ran down my face, Was I? I still didn’t know the answer to that question and bit back the fear I felt. Resolving myself and taking a small breath I did the one thing I had never done before.

I straight faced lied to my Grandmother

“Of course Gran, I am so sorry for not calling, but Bill died for the day with his cell phone. There was so much excitement last night and I panicked a little. Bill brought us to one of his safe houses outside of shreveport. Did you know there was a raid at Fangtasia last night. I had never seen anything like it. I fell asleep on the way to the safe house and didn't wake up before he had to seek shelter from the sun. Again Gran I am so very sorry for not calling”

I blurted it out like it was poison. I hated myself for a second at how easy it was to lie to her, Yet, really she didn't need to know that danger I currently found myself in.

Gran was quiet for a couple long minutes, thinking through everything I told her no doubt. I wanted to tap my foot or something, however I also wanted to keep myself as quiet as possible knowing the vampires behind me were watching my every movement.

Finally she responded. “ I'm glad to hear you are well young lady, you are after all an adult. I wish you had called me as soon as the sun set when Bill roused for the evening. Do I want to know why you didn't?”

“Actually that was because when he woke up, he had some news to tell me. Gran, are you sitting down..?” I asked her. Knowing Jason had left and I wasn’t home she was probably alone.

“Why yes, yes I am. Is it bad my sookie?” Gran asked, and honestly I did not have the answer to that.

“Hadley is a vampire” I deadpanned.

“Ohhh Myyy Stars, Hadley is alive?”

Yes Gran, that is all I know. I need to go chat with Bill and find out why he hadn’t told me before, now I will let you know what I find out. I am hoping to be home in the morning, early afternoon at the latest....”

I trailed off before looking up and turning slightly looking at the vampires I met last night before my eyes found the Queen. I stared her down as if telling her that was how this was going to happen {or pleading that it would be} I don't really know which.

“...But I have to go now Gran. I need more information, I love you and I will see you soon”

I did not wait for her to answer before I gently pushed the end button and was still staring at the Queen...

“Let’s get this over with” I mumbled to myself as Sophie-Anne gestured to Andre to start heading back up the stairs.

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Enduring, Chapter 20

The Reckoning

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Zoe pulled a face, especially when her parents had de-transformed and Alya planted a kiss squarely onto Nino’s lips.

But her exaggerated gagging was little much.

“Ugh, gross. Please get a room. Preferably one without me in it.”

Alya’s hands were on her hips. Zoe's level of sass was just a bit too much. “That won’t be an issue, little lady. You are definitely staying at your grandparent’s house until all of this is settled.”

“But, Mom—“

Eyes flashing, Alya dared her to finish. “No, buts. You literally just got kidnapped. I can’t trust that you will stay safe until this monster is taken care of.”

Zoe turned her puppy dog eyes to her father, who just shrugged. “Can’t say I disagree, kiddo. We’ll get your stuff packed tonight.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir watched them depart by taxi, before departing by the skies.

“So, my Lady,” Chat grinned, vaulting over the chimney that was coming in a little close. “Any theories? Who is this new Hawkmoth? What is he after?”

Her stained glass blue eyes turned to him before she came to a sudden halt. “You can’t keep doing that.”

Chat Noir backpedaled quickly. Clearly, he had missed something. “Doing what?”

“Putting yourself at risk to save everyone.” She paced the short span of the rooftop. “Honestly. You just keep doing that.”

“My Lady,” He smiled, not quite understanding where all of this was coming from or why she was so pointedly looking away from him. He set his hand on her shoulder. “Marinette, I have to.”

“You have to keep killing yourself?

Keep? He blinked. He hadn’t used his cataclysm – there wasn’t time before he’d had to move to save Nino – so she was the only one on the clock. And it would be no issue at all for him to carry her back to the hotel.”

“Seriously, Chaton.” Her blue eyes turned steely. “I just got you back into my life. So, why do you insist on tossing every one of your nine lives away so recklessly.”

He couldn’t help the smile at the half-hearted pun, leaning in, he pressed his lips to the bit of her forehead that peeked out from behind the mask. “I need to the be one to protect you, so you can save us all.”

“It doesn’t mean I need to see you dying.” She slammed her eyes shut. “God, when I saw Alix tonight, I couldn’t help but remember that first time…”

He shook his head. “What first time?”

“The first time I watched you die – actually blinking out of existence -- in my arms.”

He swallowed, pulling her a little closer into his arms. “You mean when Timebreaker—“

“When she was Akumatized, she used her powers, sapping everyone’s time or life force or what-have-you to go back in time to fix the past.”

His breathing grew ragged.

“I tried to tell you to be serious, that your life depended upon it.” Ladybug bit her lip, half rolling her eyes at the memory, “but instead you were just gone on the idea of two of me.”

His eyes softened, pupils widening as his claws lightly pricked at her scalp, softly combing into her pigtails. “I would have taken any second more with you that I could have gotten.”

They fell, into soft waves at her back in rush of pink light.

She leaned into his palm, her own hand reaching up to his shoulder, nearly pressing her lips to his. “But the clock always was against us. “

Marinette groaned, marking the mischief building in his eyes. “There isn’t time for this, Chaton.”

Alix had been worried. From the moment she’d seen Kim at the Police station, she was certain that something felt off. Even the stakeout turned up not so much as a hint of new activity.

And it left her asking why. Why did everything stop the moment she was actively paying attention? Why had Kim and Pierre been the only two to be Akumatized so far?

Why did it only happen when she had been in rather dire straits?

The answer was becoming far too clear, far too quickly.

And Jalil wasn’t picking up his phone. Setting her jaw, she slammed her car door shut. She had no choice but to literally corner him in his office.

“Akuma are running around Paris again?” Jalil scoffed, turning back around to his desk.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Seriously? I don’t know what on Earth you’re even talking about, Alix.”

He was studiously not meeting her eyes, focused on striking lines off a list on the notepad on his desk.

“I’ve been here in my office all weekend, searching every crack and crevice, and putting in calls to anyone and everyone who had been in here since you dropped the box off.”

“No luck?”

He sighed, letting his eyes slide closed for a few seconds. “Nothing yet. But I haven’t given up. And I haven’t been home just yet.”

Alix frowned. “I didn’t want you to drive yourself to exhaustion, Jalil.”

His lips curved, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t you worry, little sister. I haven’t given up hope that it will be in your hands again soon.”

His eyes glimmered as he watched her go. Their family always were some of the most formidable Akumatized opponents that Ladybug and Chat Noir had ever faced.

Besides, when you wanted something done right, it was always best to do it yourself.

Her smile matched his as she’d left his office.

It never reached her eyes – and she knew it all too well.

But if Jalil was going to lie to her face, she would lie right back to him.

It had to be him. Nothing else made sense. There was just too much coincidence.

Jalil had been trying to protect her, in his own, painfully misguided way.

Her hands dropped to her side, clenched into tight fists. It was bad enough if he lost something, or worse if someone stole it. It was rather disconcerting what shoddy level of security such a prestigious museum apparently had.

But it was clear to her that Jalil thought it was no longer in the office. He wouldn’t have appeared to be so calm otherwise.

Which meant that he had to have left the items alone for someone to have walked off with.

Alix grit her teeth, shaking her head as she stalked towards the door. She was the one who – stupidly -- had trusted him to keep them safe. To keep them hidden.

Dimly, she was aware of the eerily familiar, disembodied voice as it started to whisper into her mind.

The Warrior was building up speed. The roller blades on her feet looked all too much like boots, but she wielded them like a weapon, as a blue blur speeding around inside the museum. She knew every hall well, which sections could be jumped, which rails could support her weight.

Her suit was sleek, layered leather and metal that could match far too many of the exhibits. The bracers were far more practical than her old skating gear, especially given the risk of skating headlong into the closest exhibit. And the wicked serpent design etched into the leather and wound protective metal bands around her upper arms to guard against an attack from above.

It made her movements practically intuitive. She took patrons out, looping around them to incapacitate them in place before the they dropped, stone-like to the floor. She would need to borrow their power to even the playing field. And the rush of power into her veins felt all too familiar.

But it would do as she had hoped, bringing the Miraculous nearly into her grasp.

The battle dragged on, while at least the still-moving patrons had gathered safely onto the upper floors.

The Warrior’s ire was not irrational. It was steady and cold. Which only made her more dangerous.

The Warrior had looped all too close, barely missing Carapace on that last pass. He’d deflected her with the shield, but it had almost been far too late.

Rena’s eyes narrowed, tugging her flute out just in time to throw it on the floor. She’d spent far too long regretting her hesitation only hours before, and it made her daring.

All they needed was to literally trip her up.

She just needed to get close enough to drop the flute onto the floor before she noticed.

The Warrior had her ponytail in a vise, the strands slowly turning to heavy stone, slowly dropping Rena back to the floor.

Nino is stunned, his hand grabbing for her wrist before Chat pressed his baton in to bar the way.

The Warrior noticed and Rena’s transformation to stone had halted in a moment. “We can end this all – here and now.”

“What do you mean?” Chat Noir placed himself before both of his friends.

She held Alya tighter in her grasp, forcing their hands. “You each hand over your miraculous. To end this madness once and for all and bring order back to Paris so no one with power is needed to hold everything in balance.”

Ladybug’s eyes widened. “All of them?”

“How much has Paris truly been protected, Ladybug?” The Warrior chided. “You’ve been away for so long, and Paris has been quiet. But the moment you return, you drag this madness back with you.”

“If we hand it over, this will all end.”

“That’s exactly what I mean.” The Warrior had pulled out staves, spinning them into position. “If not, we will fight until each of you is down. I have nothing left to lose.”

“Unlike the others, I do not fight for something petty, some ephemeral feeling. I fight to protect the people of Paris.”

“And Hawkmoth?” Ladybug pressed

“I do not fear him.” The Warrior’s grin was menacing. “I only accepted these powers to see Justice done. To see that these Miraculous are removed from circulation, to keep everyone safe from the unending cycle of fear.”

Carapace stepped forward. “Why in the hell should we even trust you?”

The Warrior cackled. “I don’t expect you to trust me. Fairer to say that I trust you all to clean this mess up and return all of the chaos to order before we are done here.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other, blinking. Rena struggled in her hold, which loosened just enough so she could stand on her own power, although weighed down by her half-transformed ponytail.

“But more to the point,” The Warrior steadied herself atop the steps, frowning. “I have been Akumatized before, decades ago. Well, that lingered with me watching my rage see to it to send my friends blinking out of existence. I didn’t remember it well myself after you set loose a Lucky Charm. But like every event of its kind, there were pictures and video. My brain was quick to fill in the gaps.”

Her jaw set as the heroes stood, gaping. “I spent a number of years, learning how to use my anger productively in my job. I never wanted to answer that call again. “

“Then why did you—“

“Let him change me?”

Rena nodded, lingering far closer than should be otherwise safe if she still feared her.

“Simple. I know what it is that he wants. And I know what he fears.” The Warrior set her jaw. “So I will convince him to give me his Miraculous first.”

“You’re not scared?” Chat Noir murmured.

“I live with the fear every day. I cannot allow myself to let it control me.” The Warrior smiled sadly. “The worst he could do is take my powers away, which I supposed might happen anyway. He cannot be all powerful all of the time. And if he so much as tried the slightest bit more, the whole of Paris Police force would come down on him.”

The Warrior grinned, slipping her chin strap free to tug the helmet from her head.

“My partner will see to that.”

Carapace was the first to speak up. “Can you give us some time?”

The Warrior was silent, the sharpness of her grin softening by the barest margin.

“Some of us need to say some goodbyes.” Ladybug added, her voice not much more than a whisper as her eyes darted to Chat. “We never got the chance years ago.”

Thankfully, the Warrior wasn’t immune to the plea.

“You have two hours and then you must return here to me. Or I will be coming to find you.”

“Don’t worry,” Chat Noir frowned, his hand on Ladybug’s shoulder. “The people here are incentive enough.”

The Warrior smiled at that. “I thought they might be.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir on the tower, taking a last run through Paris, encamped on the Eiffel Tower.

“This might be the last time we can be up here.”

She smiled, her lips pressed together tightly. “I mean, I guess we could come up again.”

“But it wouldn’t be the same.” His gloved hand reached for her. “I know.”

She exhaled, fighting the inclination to whimper pathetically. “I don’t know if I can give it all up, all over again. We just got everything back.”

“I know.” Chat nodded, his ears twitching. She bit her lip as her fingers drifted to them, stroking them. The rumbling purr that echoed from his chest as she dropped her head onto his shoulder was far more endearing than words could ever say.

And she’d only have these precious few moments to enjoy it.

His head bent down atop hers, bringing her gloved fingers up to his lips reverently. “I am not going anywhere, My Lady. But I am worried about Tikki and Plagg. What happens to them if we turn them over?”

She frowned. “I guess they would be hibernating. It’s not something that Tikki and I ever talked about.”

Her fingers drifted to her earrings. “What if that is really uncomfortable…or really lonely?”

“I’m not sure it can be that lonely. Not if they are all being kept together.” Chat Noir murmured. “Besides, this time, they shouldn’t be stuck inside. From what Wayzz had been saying, it seemed like Master Fu never meant the spell to last more than a few days. At least not until we could puzzle out some sort of means to take down Hawkmoth.”

Ladybug bit her lip. “But somehow he got separated from his Miraculous.”

“Thankfully.” Chat Noir whispered, winding his arm closer around her. “As bad as it was to be separated for so long, at least we got to find each other again. At least we got to see Plagg and Tikki again.”

She wiped the back of her hand over her eyes. They would have to go through with it, if there was no other way that would keep the city safe. Keep the world safe.

She knew that Tikki wouldn’t have it any other way.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she steeled herself, willing the tears away for Tikki’s sake. She’d always wanted her to be brave and strong. Helping her to be the best version of herself that she could ever hope to be.

They could ask the Warrior to keep it somewhere it could never be found again. Where they could be certain it could never be used for some nefarious purpose.

They wouldn’t hand over their friends for anything less.

Chat broke into her silent reverie, bumping his shoulder gently into hers. “C’mon.”

Ladybug turned her red-rimmed eyes up to him. “Hmm?”

His own smile trembled slightly. “Let’s go visit the best bakery and the best fromagerie in Paris.”

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sapphicscholar · 7 years

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“Would you stop pacing,” Maggie hissed, grabbing hold of Alex’s hand and trying to keep her calm as they waited for Sam and Victor to show up to the bar.

“What if they can tell?” Alex whispered back, her mind going into overdrive as she thought about all of the ways this could be a trap, some set up to have them take the fall for whatever horrible deeds Cadmus was surely in the process of committing or a way of getting them into a locked vehicle to kill them or kidnap them. Somehow everything had seemed so much more manageable when she thought she was in the lions’ den alone, back when she could be in Cat’s role 24/7 and keep tabs on each of her marks with equal suspicion. Now she had to deal with not only the knowledge that her identity had been compromised once already—even if it was only because Maggie had an entire team’s resources at her disposal and reason to be cautious around everyone, it still unsettled her normal confidence in the field—but also with the weird give-and-take that came with working with a partner. Now they were Cat and Maria in public and Alex and Maggie behind closed doors—and only one of those relationships operated under clear parameters. Whatever she and Maggie were was…complicated. And dammit it threw her off her game.

Maggie sighed, wishing, just for a moment, that she could bring back the cocky agent that had swept into her life in a tux with a playful bark of a laugh and a lingering gaze, easily worming her way under her usual defenses to get right to her mark with almost reckless efficiency. Of course she preferred the non-evil version of the woman, the Alex who masked her kindness with sarcasm and suspicion, who pretended to avert her gaze when they were changing and woke up holding her close, who gradually began to open up, pieces of her personality shining through even in the “safe” stories she stuck to as she learned to trust Maggie. But when it came to the mission, Alex was in uncharted territory, clearly unaccustomed to working with a partner (and just as unaccustomed to having her cover blown—something Maggie could sympathize with). She seemed cautious now, uncertain of where to draw the lines between fiction and reality. Maggie wondered whether it had something to do with the electricity that seemed to crackle between them as both Cat and Maria and Alex and Maggie, though she shrugged off the thought, knowing better than to assume anyone shared her feelings, confusing as they already were.

“We have spent almost every day together,” Maggie assured her. “We go on dates and hold hands, and I let it slip to Victor that I was going to invite you to come work with me, which means every single one of them already knows. We’re giving them an image of exactly the kind of couple they want us to be. People like seeing what they want; they trust us. All we have to do is keep from giving them reason not to.”

“Right,” Alex nodded, swallowing and trying to figure out why this all seemed so much harder with Maggie by her side. Perhaps it had something to do with the whole week they’d spent outside of Sam’s watchful eye—a week of dates and romance that felt both more and less real now that the truth had come out. They’d hovered somewhere in a fuzzy gray triangle of partners, friends, and girlfriends, even though none of the terms seemed adequate on their own. The nights she’d let Maggie guide her back to her car, the nights they’d lingered as fingers and tongues flitted across heated skin, left her cold. Because, god, how badly did she want more, want to drag Maggie back to her apartment and sink into the feeling of holding each other close and making each other come until the sun rose. But Maggie wasn’t Maria anymore, and she couldn’t drift back into the easy amorality of Cat’s character with her. Now they dragged each other upstairs and left a few inches between each other on the couch as they sipped at coffee, letting anyone trailing them believe nothing had changed when behind closed doors absolutely everything had. If only she could make her feelings match the new situation…

Spotting Sam’s car driving up the long hill—a hill she’d grown to really enjoy watching Alex bike up on her way to the bar—Maggie grabbed Alex’s hands, pulling her back toward the bike racks where it was a little more secluded. “You got this, Cat.”

“You ready to go hate on all the aliens?” Alex asked, arching an eyebrow at Maggie, who shrugged. It was easier now—now that Alex knew why she sympathized, why she’d fought to make sure she got this case, to make sure she made the bastards pay. Alex hadn’t opened up about why she cared so much, but Maggie figured in time she might. Or, she thought, perhaps the woman was fiercely passionate about all of her missions—but she doubted it; she seemed particularly willing to bring the world to its knees on this one.

“Could use a shot of courage.”

Alex’s gaze fitted down to Maggie’s mouth, to the lower lip she’d pulled between her teeth as if daring Alex to reclaim it. Before she could chastise herself for letting her thoughts drift to such inappropriate places, Maggie’s right hand was cupping her cheek, her free hand falling to the brick wall behind them. And then Maggie’s lips—no, Maria’s lips, Alex caught herself—were on hers, and she felt her worries fall away. Somehow they’d make it work—together.

“Ay! Romeo and Juliet, get in the car!” Victor yelled, letting out a loud bark of a laugh as he stuck his head out the window to wave them over.

Rolling her eyes at Victor’s antics and letting herself slip back into Cat’s persona, Alex slung an arm protectively—and okay, yes, just a little possessively—around Maggie, guiding her to the car and opening the door for her to slide in before making her way around to get in behind Sam.

“Haven’t seen much of you two lately,” Victor teased in a sing-song voice as he blew exaggerated kisses at them.

“Mm, busy,” Alex mused, dismissing the question with a flick of her hand as she moved closer to Maggie.

“I imagine so. Did Maria, uh, pop the question?”

“Shut up,” Sam snapped, nervous that Victor would ruin things just when they were finally getting Cat into a position to be valuable to Lillian, something that needed to happen before the woman decided they were getting a little too slow to be valuable to her, slow enough to become disposable, even.

“I did, though I’m regretting having told you. Should’ve known you can’t keep your mouth shut for more than a minute,” Maggie sassed. “Once the first round of construction is done, Cat will be able to come in and help work on the designs for her lab.”

“Look at you, Cat, from a bartender to a scientist in a matter of weeks.”

“Just took finding a woman who saw that mixing drinks isn’t all I have to offer.”

Maggie couldn’t help but notice how sincere Alex looked, the way her gaze seemed much softer than it ever had as Cat as she laced their fingers together. Something inside of her flickered angrily at the idea that anyone had ever made Alex feel less than valuable, less than perfect—enough that even a fake show of faith would move her.

“A bit of confidence and a whole lotta cash,” Victor teased, breaking the moment as Alex gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes, forcing a playful smile on her face.

“Nothing wrong with splurging when I’m about to become a name partner,” Maggie shrugged, remembering that they’d wanted to be sure Maria was someone who had money, power, and influence in droves. Between the two of them, they’d be all that Cadmus hoped for.

“Perhaps after the event you two should come back to my home—I’m sure I have more than enough champagne for an impromptu celebration,” Sam offered, glancing back at the happy couple in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, if I’ve invited you, I’m happy to have you.”

“That would be great, Sam. Thank you.”

With a nod that seemed more definitive than any of the promises that fell so readily from Victor’s lips, Sam returned her attention to the road, effectively ending that conversation.

After a few minutes of idle chatter, Sam pulled off into a small parking lot. Maggie knew where they were generally, but she still had no idea what to expect, and even Victor hadn’t been forthcoming with the information.

“Ladies.” With a smarmy grin, Victor pulled open the back door for them, letting them slide out as he motioned toward the sidewalk.

“What’s the big surprise?” Alex asked, her sense of impatience growing.

“You’ll see,” Victor murmured.

“So you don’t know either, huh?” Unless Sam had truly threatened him, Alex didn’t believe he would voluntarily keep his mouth shut.

All too soon, Alex and Maggie found themselves in one of the parks downtown, surrounded by throngs of people from all walks of life. A few reporters who looked as confused as Alex felt had gathered around the edges, their cameras and notebooks at the ready as they waited to see what this gathering would become.

Sam quickly maneuvered them toward the middle of the crowd, unwilling to let her resources be caught on film and exposed before they had properly settled into their roles. “And now we wait,” she said.

As if it was choreographed—and, Alex realized, it likely was—a screen seemed to materialize from nowhere as speakers crackled to life around them, turning the park into a kind of amphitheater. “People of Metropolis!” a loud voice boomed through the speakers as an image flickered to life on the screen. “The Earth has been stolen from us. The enemy has come in the guise of heroes.” She watched as video footage of her sister and Superman racing through their respective cities—some of it new and unfamiliar, suggesting that they’d been busy while she was away. With every shot, the cameras focused on the destruction wrought in their wake, the broken windows and flames that licked up the sides of buildings, the cars smashed to pieces and even innocent civilians caught in the crossfire that she knew haunted Kara in ways the public would never know.

“They say they come in peace, to protect us from ourselves, but how long will it be before these gods decide to rule instead of serve?” A string of images flashed at them: Kara under the thrall of redK. Clark throwing a humanoid (though no less lethal) alien through the air. Astra and Non hovering high above the city. Non’s army storming Max Lord’s lab.

“We are the antidote to their poison.” The crowd went wild as images of Cat Grant’s broadcast warning the city about the dangers Supergirl posed when she was under redK’s drug-induced hold played, then cheered once more as what looked like patriotic stock footage of troops marching in perfect order played beside footage of Kara and Clark weaving around one another and leaving chaos in their wake—the fact that they were saving the world quickly forgotten.

“We are the scientists who will show them what humans are capable of. Those who have sided with the invaders will not be spared. You cannot stop us! We are everywhere! We are Cadmus!”

Before Alex could ask why they were announcing themselves already, she watched as the footage switched to what looked like a livestream, watched as her baby sister crumpled to the ground, powerless in the face of some would-be assassin whose veins glowed green, his mouth twisted in malice. She wondered how these people could cheer for someone like that to take up the mantle of humanity’s savior, but all around her that was all she saw.

As people—hired or real, she couldn’t say—took to the stage, clutching microphones and spouting anti-alien propaganda that worked the crowd up into a frenzy. She listened as the blonde white women everyone seemed so ready to protect sobbed, recounting memories of their families and homes being destroyed, caught in the crossfire, speaking of lives being lost to the aliens that Superman lured to their once-safe city—the costs they were forced to bear while smiling and being grateful to the man the media called a hero. She listened as politicians and generals marched on stage, praising the “real” American heroes who championed the “real” American way by following rules and operating in the established order, by working their way up the ranks without the help of extraterrestrial powers and making their mark on the world to which they were born—the world they deserved to control.

When she thought it could get no worse—no worse than the near mind control she saw seizing the hearts and minds of those around her—she watched as a contingent that had been worked up into a mob of sorts stormed down one of the side streets toward the alien safe haven that, according to Maggie’s frantic hissing, was apparently nearby. They clutched at weapons that looked far too advanced to have been purchased at a corner store, weapons Alex suspected had been doled out by the ones really in control—the ones who would disappear without a trace, leaving the mob to be dismissed as a few fanatics who took their message too far. After all, Cadmus was here to save the earth. How were they to predict that people would take their message to its (logical) extremes?

Alex’s stomach churned as Sam, looking every bit the part of the lawyer and former Army Major, swept over to the press, intent on spinning this event exactly the way she wanted it while she kept the reporters with their cameras from following the swarm of action, from seeing the murder and scenes of horror that must surely be playing out down the street under Cadmus’ unofficial encouragement. Alex’s fingers twitched, desperately wanting to call J’onn, Kara, Clark, to demand backup before any more lives could be lost to this senseless violence.

Victor led Alex and Maggie away from the mob, whispering that it was better to let those less valuable—Cadmus’ foot soldiers—do the dirty work while they handled the rest, grinning as though this were all some game, like they should be proud of their leading role in “reclaiming the earth.”

As they waited by the car, waited for news about the destruction wrought under their implicit guidance, Maggie’s hand found Alex’s, giving her more comfort than she would have believed a single touch could bring. The warmth and strength of her grip grounded Alex, reminded her that all of this was for a reason, that she had to trust that the police and Superman would hear and heed the calls for help, that by not compromising their identities just yet, they would be in a position to prevent tragedies of a much larger scale, to finally bring to justice all those responsible—not just the easily manipulated crowds, but the true believers, the ones who wielded microphones and hid behind screens and money and influence.

Looking down at his phone, Victor smiled. “It looks like today was even more of a success than we imagined. Sam needs to stay a little later than expected, but she’s asked me to make sure you lovely ladies get home safely and to invite you over for a belated celebration at her house tomorrow.”

“That works,” Maggie agreed. “We’re close enough to my place that we can just walk.” She suspected they could both use some time away from anyone’s watchful gaze, and getting into a car with any driver Victor trusted was distinctly unpalatable at the moment.

“Are you sure? I can call one of our drivers.”

“No, no, it’s fine. We’ll probably stop for food,” Alex lied, knowing there was no way she’d be able to keep anything down at the moment.

“At least let us send someone for you tomorrow?”

Figuring they wouldn’t be able to get out of this one, Maggie nodded.

“Excellent, I’ll send a driver to your place around 7.”

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By the time they made it back to Maggie’s apartment, Alex couldn’t hold onto the façade any longer, sinking to the ground as she bit back bitter tears she refused to let fall. Because dammit, this wasn’t how she responded. She wanted to scream and yell and hit something. But instead she found herself constrained, forced to wait as everyone around her did the hard work and she sat there and pretended to support evil. And having to see her sister lying on the ground, looking utterly lifeless while she sat in another city doing nothing but encouraging this kind of hatred—it felt like more than she could handle.

Maggie sank to the ground next to Alex, handing over a bottle of some fancy electrolyte water that kept showing up in the groceries Kate and Bruce had delivered to her building—always coming with a surprise or two hidden among the organic vegetables and artisanal cheeses.

“Thanks,” Alex murmured, taking the bottle, grateful for the cold glass—the sensation grounding her, drawing her back into the moment. As she took a sip, though, she gagged, coughing and spluttering. “What the fuck is this, Sawyer?”

“I don’t know, fancy white people water, I think.” Scrunching her eyebrows together in confusion at Alex’s look of horror, Maggie grabbed the bottle from her and took a sip. “Ugh, that’s awful.”

“It tastes like ass.”

“That’s an insult to asses everywhere.”

And despite everything, Alex found herself laughing—laughing too loudly as the defensive walls she’d spent so many years building and solidifying seemed to crumble, Maggie knowing just what to say and do to make her feel safe enough to let the cracks split them wide open. As the barks of laughter joined with tears of frustration and anger that Alex hurriedly wiped away, she felt Maggie’s arm snake behind her back, pulling her in close as she held her until she stopped shaking.

“You’re good,” Maggie whispered, her fingers gently stroking up and down Alex’s back even now that she seemed okay once more. “I’ve got you.”

“Thanks.” Alex’s voice was gruff as she attempted a kind of stoicism that she knew her earlier show of emotions had probably ruined.

Figuring Alex could use a distraction more than empty words of comfort, Maggie held out a hand and helped her up. “How about you go find us some comfortable clothes from my drawers? I’ll get a snack and meet you in there.”

“Roger that.”

Half an hour later, they found themselves far more relaxed (if a little tipsy) curled up in Maggie’s bed in designer sweatpants, a plate of cheese and chocolate in between them and a bottle of ridiculously expensive red wine being handed back and forth and drunk straight from the bottle as though it were two-buck-chuck getting passed around a high school party, the expense of red solo cups one too large to bear after having bribed an older sibling to even get the wine in the first place.

“Worst undercover moment—and nothing sad!” Maggie added, pointing her finger right up in Alex’s face as if to emphasize her point. The wine had messed up her depth perception just enough that she ended up booping Alex’s nose slightly, snorting at the face Alex pulled.

“I had to go on a date with Max Lord, and he fed me snail eggs.” Alex looked pained at the mere memory of it, while Maggie howled with laughter.

“No!”

“Yes! It was awful.”

“I can only imagine…”

“What about you?”

“Oh, um, I once spent two whole months in Florida pretending to be a heterosexual.”

“I cannot imagine that going well for you,” Alex laughed, offering the wine back to Maggie to help her wash away the memory.

“No…I’ve never been hit on by so many adult men with frosted tips. And, to add insult to injury, I was forced to look mildly pleased about it!”

Crinkling her nose in disgust, Alex shook her head. “At least Max was just a couple of times. I think I’d have killed him if we had to spend more than a week together.”

“I’ve broken my fair share of fingers and wrists—handsy marks, what are you gonna do, right?”

“I guess I should count myself lucky to have all my bones intact, then,” Alex laughed, thinking back to the night they first met at the fight club.

“Nah, you were like my evil knight in shining armor, sweeping me away from the creepy men who wanted to hold my hand during the fight or some shit.”

“Ah, well, that’s me—regular old Lancelot over here.”

“So does that make me your Guinevere?” Maggie teased. “Didn’t quite have a husband, but I did have an ex-husband I cheated on—or Maria did,” Maggie trailed off, looking up as she tried to think back to her college English classes.

“You’re a nerd.”

“You caught the reference, Danvers.” Before Maggie could gloat any further, she found a pillow being shoved into her face and the almost empty bottle of wine snatched away before any could spill.

As Maggie recovered, she propped herself up on the pillows and stretched her legs out. With a quick grab, she stole the wine back and took a long sip, growing contemplative. “Would you choose this life again? If you had the choice.”

“What—this mission or undercover work in general?”

Maggie had meant the latter, but she was morbidly curious to know whether Alex would opt to meet her knowing all that would happen—all that could still happen—so she shrugged. “Both.”

“I don’t know. I think so. I don’t go on these long missions so much anymore, which helps.”

“Got someone waiting for you back home?” Maggie asked, trying not to focus on the sinking feeling in her stomach.

“A sister,” Alex answered—it was the first time she’d spoken about her family.

Trying not to grin when that was the only person listed, Maggie nodded. “Does she at least know what you do?”

“Yeah, now she does. It was worse when she didn’t, when I had to act like I just wanted to ignore her for weeks, sometimes even months at a time.”

“It really is quite the relationship ruiner.”

“You have someone waiting back home? Or someone you hope is still waiting back home?” Alex asked, secretly hoping the answer was no.

“No, no,” Maggie answered, shaking her head ruefully. “Tried it—never works out. They say I’m more committed to the job than I ever was to them, or I end up having to cheat on them for the good of the mission. It’s just…no. Just me.”

“Would you choose a different life for yourself if you could?”

“Sometimes I think I might have—now that I’m in my thirties, I can’t help but think that it might be nice to have someone to come home to at the end of the day. But, hey, I’d never have met you otherwise.” It was supposed to lighten the mode, but she suspected it sounded more sincere than she’d intended.

“You have me now,” Alex whispered, dropping her head down to the pillows as she looked up at Maggie, wanting nothing more than to roll over and kiss her hard—hard enough to chase away the haunted look in her eyes that came from too many people walking out the door, leaving because they’d decided it wasn’t worth the effort, never lingering long enough to understand just how amazing the woman they let go really was. Because Alex knew if they had, they’d never have walked away.

“Right, yeah, I’ve got Cat for the time being,” Maggie sighed, forcing a smile, desperately trying to remind herself that all of this would end soon enough, that getting attached—even to someone who wasn’t evil—was never a good idea.

Ignoring the way her thoughts railed against that, protesting against the idea that all they had was what Cat and Maria had, Alex nodded. “Right, right. Cat and Maria.”

“Yeah.”

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fearlesshades · 7 years

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@charlesoberonn asked for fun stories from Dungeons and Dragons so here are some of the best from the group I'm in right now. (There's eight of us and we are currently in 3 different campaigns so there's a lot of shenanigans.)

(Under read more because wow so much shenanigans it got way longer than I thought it would)

First Campaign:

This party consists of: a pyrophobic elven druid, a dragonborn sorcerer (pyromancer), a dwarven fighter, a half-elf warlock, a half-orc paladin, a changeling bard, a human ranger (me) and her Tibetan Mastiff, Pup.

We met our dwarf after he had pissed off an evil wizard and was teleported away, where he dropped on top of a table in the beginning tavern.

We met our warlock when he was completely naked

He had clothes. They were in his bag. He didn’t remember why he was naked.

Upon being confronted by a cultist asking after the gem we had just found in a mine, our sorcerer responds with, “What’s a gem?”

The time we were all being slaughtered by dragon wormlings (no spell slots between the 7 party members, four AOEs at our faces) and the dragons kidnapped our paladin to carry him to the top of the tower and our bard got to second base with a god

So we had already been in this tower and we had looked through the trapdoor in the ceiling. After seeing the BBG’s crest in the sky a la Dark Mark with bats pouring out of its mouth we closed the trapdoor and continued on our way. Turns out this tower roof was where we were supposed to meet BBG for the first time and have our first big battle with him.

We were trying to get out of the castle so we could rest in the forest without fear of being attacked en masse by the castle. As we’re walking through the front door the four creepy dragon statues turned into four creepy baby dragons that immediately dropped a couple of us.

We were struggling. Dying. It was not good. Until...

UNTIL

Our bard looked down and saw ‘Blessing of Milil’ written on his sheet.

Like three months ago real word time he had left like 10 gold at Milil’s alter and our DM had told him to write that, which we all promptly forgot about

But, in our dire straights, we decided it was time to try whatever that was.

Bard starts playing and calling to Milil. And light comes down from the heavens with tinkling music, surrounding our almost dead paladin and invigorating him. It filled his HP, his Lay On Hands, and his spell slots to the brim.

He starts slashing, healing, etc, managing to get everyone else out of the entryway. He then turns to get himself out of the entryway when he got hit from behind and dropped.

Dragon wormling takes him and starts flying for the top of the tower with the BBG fight we had accidentally skipped

Our sorcerer (no spell slots and 2 HP) and I (also no spell slots and 3 HP) sprint to the top of the tower where we are immediately Charmed by BBG.

We are expecting Death

Meanwhile, on the ground, our bard is still playing in the hopes of wresting one more favor from Milil

Milil shows up in person in front of him

Milil dusts him off (restores all his spell slots and inspirations and HP), then slaps him on the ass, sending him flying up to the top of the tower, screaming an empowered Counter-Charm the whole way.

The time our sorcerer set a tree on fire right next to our (pyrophobic remember) druid.

The time our sorcerer tried to make up for setting a tree on fire next to our druid’s head by getting him a magic flower pot

The pot is enchanted to resist cold so the flower doesn’t die and has a Ring of Spell Storing wrapped around it

He spent an entire day (in game) and thirty minutes (real world) doing this

The time we (level 7) fought an ancient red dragon with our DM’s old party

Three of them came up to play with us

One was an insane cleric named Pancake Flea (yes really)

One was a level 15 Druid (we didn’t know he was level 15 until we came up to the dragon though)

The third we thought was a bronze colored dragonborn paladin

He was not

He was an ancient bronze dragon

When we came up to fight the ancient red he dropped the polymorph or whatever the fuck he was using and transformed into a giant fucking dragon who then went toe to toe with the other one, sassing the whole way

The time I pissed off the DM by making him come up with what all the hundreds of alchemical bottles in a witch’s brewing room were and he blinded my dog in retaliation

The time our bard cast sleep on skeletons. And then did it again.

The time our paladin (of Bahamat. Oath of Devotion) ran away from skeletons, leaving our much less tanky sorcerer alone in their path

The time we made our DM hate us by using Leomund’s Tiny Hut to take a long rest in a dungeon, and then fought all of the things that had gathered around outside the hut through the walls of it

The time we beat the BBG I’ve talked about before by shoving him in an invisible box and ignoring him until he was tired

Staff of Power is ridiculous, and has Wall of Force

Second Campaign:

This party consists of: a human dragonknight and his friend platinum dragon, a human Eldritch Knight, a dwarven sorcerer, a half-elf monk, a human barbarian, a halfling bard, and a halfling rogue (me).

The time the rest of the group forgot to get me thief’s tools and then asked me to pick locks cause the key was broken

Turns out our sorcerer has mend. And didn’t use it on the broken key.

The time(s) our barbarian (INT 7) crit:

(Little bit of background, the barbarian, for roleplay reasons, can only attack while raging and can only rage when someone else in the party has been hurt)

Created a hang-glider out of bug parts, thereby allowing us all to get over a chasm and escape

Cast shriek because he couldn’t attack yet and the bard had just cast shriek

(He screamed and crit on the attack role, he did like 3 damage or something)

Did the best goddamn pose after the two halflings flipped onto his shoulders to diffuse tension

The time our sorcerer hit me with lightning so I hit him with fruit.

I wanted to hit him with fruit until I did equal damage he had done to me with the lightning (it worked out to 15 fruits that would have needed to hit him) but the rest of the party didn’t let me

Everyone in the party asking the dragonknight for permission to do everything, from getting out of line, to retrieving a dagger (ok it was actually just me but that’s only cause he had yelled at the sorcerer for not following orders) (also this character of mine is 16 (14 in halfling years))

Third Campaign:

This party is made up of: a human ranger, a human rogue, a tiefling multiclass, a human barbarian, a gnome mad scientist, a human monk, and a goliath fighter (me).

The time I got into a shouting match with a statue about the city outside that had been completely wiped off the face of the planet about 30,000 years ago

He didn’t know the city was gone

The city was fUCKING GONE

The time three of us couldn’t shake one bad guy’s concentration cause we were rolling too low on damage

The time our rogue got the entire town guard on his side and threw the ranger in jail

He said the ranger had stolen his dagger, which he actually just happened to have a match to, but the point was he was rolling really well on deception, the guards were rolling really low on insight, and the ranger was rolling really low on persuasion, so ranger went in jail

We went to get the ranger out of jail and the rogue said he would drop the charges if he got his dagger back. When the ranger got out of the jail, he started yelling at the rogue. The rogue had been doing so well on his roles the entire guard was basically in love with him and smacked the ranger, yelling about how “this nice, honorable young man just got you out of jail! How dare you speak to him like that, he’s so nice!”

The time our ranger filled a Bag of Holding with water and got all his stuff wet

The time my goliath (who doesn’t like alcohol btw) got into a drinking contest with the Viking barbarian and passed out, before waking back up and the two of us went drunkenly singing through and out of the town we were supposed to buy all our supplies in and our DM had spent hours on all the different shops and the various people running them

Just goes to show: don’t put effort into anything as a DM cause your players will fuck it up

The second time my goliath got into a drinking contest with the barbarian, won this time, before waking up with the worst hangover ever and deciding to stick to what she actually wants out of life and had milk with her breakfast

Don’t change for anyone, kids

#D&D #stories

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magicmakesmehappyasaniffler · 7 years

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Jealousy.

Requested: A one shot where the reader tries to help Percival Graves after he’s been kidnapped. He’s cold and doesn’t let her in which leads to him pushing her away and them breaking up. Later when he sees her out with another man he begins to question his previous decision.

Requested by: the lovely @fandomlover2001

I’ve never done a request before so I hope this doesn’t suck!

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,617

For as long as you could remember you’d known Percival Graves.

You knew everything about him.

What made him tick, what made him happy and what made him sad.

You knew him inside and out.

So, when he started to act different you knew something was wrong. You knew he wasn’t the Percival Graves you’d once known. Not the man you’d loved or the man you’d grown up knowing. But even when it was revealed that someone had been pretending to be him, that your suspicions were right you didn’t find relief.

At first, when he came back home, you’d thought that you could get through to him. That giving him space and attention at the right time would be enough to bring the old Percival Graves back to you. But it wasn’t that easy… the more you tried the more he pulled away.

The more he pulled away.

Until he pulled away completely.

Until you both broke up.

The night that plagued your mind whenever you closed your eyes. It was a late night, the night you broke up, he’d come home from work and you could tell something was wrong before he walked through the door.

You could feel it in my soul.

You’d been waiting in silence at the kitchen table, your eyes trained on the clock directly across from you. The moment he walked in he kept his eyes from you, his body tense when he hears you get up from the kitchen chair. Your hands rest along the table top and sigh when he reaches for one of the clean wine glasses on the counter. Without speaking a word, he grabs the bourbon and pours it into the glass, his eyes fixated on it.

He barely spoke to you anymore. Instead he acted as if you didn’t exist. As if you weren’t worth consideration. Even when you got up and cleared your throat he still pretended that you didn’t exist.

“Percival…”

You’d said after several moments of silence. Your eyes watched him closely before daring to take a step forward. Your feet are quiet, but the moment your hand reaches out to touch his he pulls back. His brown eyes move to yours as a look of frustration crosses his handsome face.

His stare was cold.

Colder than ice.

“… We need to talk.”

You find yourself pleading, begging as he his head shook in protest. Without speaking you knew what he wanted to say next. You knew that he was going to push you away, but you didn’t expect what he was going to say next. A string of sentences that ended it all.

“We don’t need to talk…”

He started before taking a swig of his bourbon.

“… You need to get out of my life. Because I’m done pretending to love you. I’m done pretending that we still have anything worth keeping us together.”

Your brows furrowed at the words that fell from his lips without a hint of remorse. Without any apology.

All you could do is watch him in silence, your mind racing as his words sunk in. The sinking feeling in your stomach as a series of memories pass through your head. All the memories you’d made with him, and all the memories that would never be made.

You could feel the tears threatening to spill over but you don’t cry in front of him. Instead you swallow your pride and grab your things before leaving. Only daring to officially move out once he goes to work the next morning.

At first, you’d been in denial about it all. How could the man you’d been with for over ten years just break you a part? How could he turn away from you when you’d been all each other had for years? When you’d been in love for so long? When what you both had, had meant so much at one time.

But no matter how much denial you’d been in you couldn’t change the fact that your relationship was done. That you both were done and there was no going back.

A thought you still struggled with after five months apart. After five of the most hellish months you’d known. But even after five months you could still remember the last conversation you’d had.

It haunted you.

“(Y/N)…”

Queenie Goldstein’s voice shakes you from your miserable daydream, your wide (e/c) eyes meeting hers. You attempt to make yourself look busy, but it was pointless to try and pretend with her. She could see right through you whether you like it or not.

“… I was wondering if you would like to go out tonight… I think it could be fun.”

You know what she’s doing because it’s the same thing she’s been doing since your breakup with Percival Graves. Every few weeks she tried to get you to go out, she tried to take your mind off your heartbreak. And normally you wouldn’t take her up on her offer, but for whatever reason you decide that you need to go out. You need to have fun. And you need to get your mind off the man who broke your heart.

“Yeah…”

You start, your tone a bit more hopeful than Queenie is used to after all you’d been through. An added smile seems to get her to believe you as she whisks you away for your night on the town. Listening to your response as you follow behind her.

“… That’s exactly what I need.”

It took only a few hours and a few dress changes to get you to where you are now. You standing in the middle of a bar, in the nicest lacy black dress you’ve ever worn. A dress Queenie had made especially for you. You stand there with you (h/c) curled and your red lips ever inviting. You were captivating and more than one person noticed.

It was a nice bar where many people from work went, but tonight someone you never saw go out was here…

The same man who broke your heart. The same man who never went out when you were with him. You see him at the bar with one of his male work associates, his brown eyes finding you in the middle of the room. For a moment, you feel your heart stop beating. You feel all life flee from you and you feel utterly captivated under the intensity of his gaze.

He hadn’t seen you since that night… since the night you broke up. Since he said those nasty words that still echoed in your mind.

Out of fear you pull your eyes from his, your body turning from his and back towards where Queenie stood. Even with your back to him you could feel his eyes on your back, his brown orbs fixated on you. Reading your mind Queenie gestures for you to dance with one of your coworkers. The man standing next to her; his name was William... you think. She whispers in his ear and he happily nods as he takes your hand and pulls you forward.

“Ex-boyfriend problems huh?”

He asks sympathetically as he guides you to the dance floor, his hands on your waist line. He was a nice enough guy, you could tell with the way his blue eyes studied you with the most compassion you’ve ever experienced.

“Something like that.”

You find yourself mumbling as your hand interlocks with his. For a moment, you feel flustered, flustered because you know how long it’s been since you went out like this. Since you danced with someone other than Percival.

“Queenie said you needed someone to distract you, so here I am. I’m William. I work in the press room for the newspapers at Macusa.”

A small smile moves to your lips at his honesty, a nod managing to escape you.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I’m an Auror.”

His eyebrows raise, he’s clearly impressed by your job position, probably because you looked younger than the people who’d worked alongside you. Or maybe it was because you were terribly shy and that surprised people. Aurors were known for being ruthless and vicious when they wanted to be, something you often struggled with.

“Quite impressive. I wish I’d done better at Ivermorny, that was always the dream job. I just never was able to achieve it.”

Your smile grows at the admission, a foreign concept to you. Not many people opened up to you as he did… something you were thankful for given how things ended with the person whose eyes were still firmly planted on you from the bar. The person who is less than happy with what he’s witnessing you do.

You don’t notice it though, the way his jaw clenches or the way his hands ball into tight fists. Percival Graves was a lot of things, but he was never good at hiding his emotions, especially when they came to you. Moving the chair, he’d been sitting on at the bar, he places his hands firmly in his pockets before making his way over to you. His brown eyes find you as you laugh at something your dance partner says. Your eyes and smile lighting up the way they used to…

The way he used to make you light up.

He wastes no time budging in, his hand moving to yours, the clasped hand you shared with your dance partner. It takes only one look for William to let you go and take a step back. William may be a nice guy, but he was no idiot and he knew not to mess with the ever-menacing Percival Graves. He knew when to let that man step in even as he sent you a look of sympathy. A look that tells you he’s sorry that he didn’t stop the interference. A heavy nod given in your direction before he disappears all together.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Percival Graves’ voice sounds oddly strange to you after all this time. He’d spent so little time talking to you when he’d come back, and even less time since the both you had broken up that you felt as if you were learning his voice all over again.

“You already did.”

You sound angry and you feel it. You can’t even look at him your so aggravated. Here was the man you’d loved more than anything. The same man you tried to take care of after everything and the moment you try to do something to take your mind off him he’s here. He’s here reminding you of him even though that’s the last thing you want.

Your sass, and the anger evident in your body movements seems to cause his mood to shift, his eyebrows raising. You knew he wouldn’t say anything here nor would he make a scene. Percival Graves wasn’t for showing emotion in front of others. So instead of talking you feel him move his hands to you, your body disapparating before you have a moment to process what he’s up to.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You find yourself yelling as his apartment comes into view, a wave of emotions washing over you as your eyes take in your surroundings. You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen, your back pressed against the counter, the same room he’d ended it all in. This had been the home you shared, the home you tried so hard to forget after everything crumbled.

Upon looking at what engulfs you, all the memories hitting you at once. You want to scream at him. You want to hit him and tell him to go to hell for bringing you back here after everything.

After all he’d done.

But when you go to speak your lips are stopped by his. An aggressive and dominating kiss finds your lips within seconds. His hands move to your (h/c) curled locks, his fingertips lacing themselves in the strands of hair.

He wastes no time talking, and instead lets his hands and lips do it for him. His hands pull your body to his, your chests flush against each other. His lips deepen when your lips part and a moan fills the air, a sound he’d missed even though he’d never say it.

Usually the lack of communication drove you nuts, but in this moment, you welcomed it. You welcomed the way he touched you, the way he kissed you and for a moment you forgot why you were upset in the first place. His kisses are harsh, and only become more dominating as his lips move from yours to your neck. Your head cranes back slightly to give him better access as his hands move from your hair to your dress.

He finds the front of the black lace dress and the piece of fabric that keeps it all together. Within seconds the fabric has moved, your bra finding his gaze.

“I messed up…”

The ghost of his voice finds you as his hands move from where he’s managed to unlace you to the hem of your dress. He wastes no time guiding his hands up along your legs until he finds your undergarments, a look of intrigue flashing over his handsome face. ‘

“… I shouldn’t have let you go. I knew I made a mistake before, but when I saw you tonight I knew I fucked up. I knew that I couldn’t have you going and dancing with someone else. You’re mine. And I intend to make it right.”

You’re speechless when he speaks, your breathing erratic as he peers down at you. A dark look of lust fills his eyes as he watches you breathe, his orbs noting the way your chest raises and falls before him.

“You were jealous?”

You ask as realization sinks in, the longer your eyes study him the more you know it must be true. Percival Graves was jealous that you danced with someone else… He was jealous and you loved it.

“You’re mine.”

He rasps when he sees the way your eyes come to life under his gaze, when he nods in admission with your accusation of his jealousy. An admission he rarely did. Something Percival Graves rarely liked to own up to.

“Am I?”

You challenge as his hands move their way up a bit further. You bite the bottom of your lip as his right hand works to brush past the fabric of your underwear, his fingertips finding you within seconds. At first you freeze at the contact, but it takes one finger to make you gasp.

“I think you are my dear.”

He rasps when you lean into his touch, your lips parting as you look up at the man before you. The very man working his magic on you with one finger, and then two.

A smirk moves to his face as he watches up come undone before him, a look he relished as he studied you closely. But before you can completely come undone he stills his actions, his hands finding your body as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his torso and allow him to bring you to the bedroom, the one you’d once shared.

It takes a few seconds for your body to meet the mattress you’d lived in before everything ended, a familiar sensation washing over you. Your head is spinning as the euphoric feeling overtakes you and the sound of clothes falling to the floor is heard. You look to him and take in his bare form before you, your stomach turning in pure delight. You still wore your dress, but his fingers lifted the dress before him only to move to your underwear as he dragged it down your legs. His pace was painfully slow, so much so that you find yourself wining as you look up at him.

“Did you miss me?”

His voice trails through the room sending a chill up my spine as he moved his body from yours, he takes long strides across the room and moves to close the bedroom door behind him. It’s there he stands, eyes locked with yours.

“Stop talking.”

You pant out as he closes the door behind him shutting out all of the light.

“Panting already? But my love I've yet to touch you.”

A smirk washes over him as you lean your head back against the pillow, your gaze catching the black ceiling above you. You missed him, this side of him, and his ability to make you go over the edge.

It was almost as if he was more supernatural than the rest of the world you came from. He saunters over to you again, his body moving to stand over yours as he fixates his gaze on you.

Your gazes lock as his hands move over your body slowly, his fingertips moving from your collar bone to your chest, his hands moving to the bra still firmly planted on your body. It takes him no time to rid you of the thing though, his hand throwing it to the ground as he leans forward and presses his lips against your breast.

He kisses right above your heart, his lips slow and calculating as his hands move to where they’d been when you stood out in the kitchen. You can practically hear his smirk as his hands moves up the inside of your thigh. Dangerously slow, goosebumps appearing in their wake. The tips of his fingers touch the place you needed most, he moves at a slow rhythm as you lay there writhing. A gasp flees your lips as the rhythm quickens and your orgasm builds. He stops when he senses your need for release, and you groan in frustration.

"Your such an asshole."

You find yourself whimpering when his fingertips return to your legs as opposed to being where you were sexually frustrated. He looks to you when you say this, his brown eyes locking with yours as his lips leave your chest.

“I love you…”

He whispers to you as his hand moves over your breast slowly before he begins teasing you once more. You find yourself biting down on the bottom of you lip as he does this. After only a few moments he pulls back to study you.

"Come on my dear moan. I love it when you do."

His voice is deeper when he says this, his hands moving to the dress which he hikes up so he can place his lips to my diaphragm. His tongue dances over your skin as his fingers test you once more. It felt as if he’d been doing this for hours, and it was starting to break you... you needed him. You needed more than his fingers to satisfy this craving. Your hips buck up in need of any friction, but all it does is make him chuckle. “Patients my love…”

He whispers as he looks back up to you. You try to catch your breath after what his fingers had done to you for the umpteenth time since you’d been brought there. He leans in pressing his lips to yours as his hands move up to hold your arms above your head. He holds you there for only a moment before you find yourself whimpering.

He aligns himself with you before he thrusts. Your hands moving from his hold above your head to his back, your nails ranking along the skin as he thrusts again and again. You moan as he pushes you further than before.

You missed this and you missed the way his lips find yours as he moves. In response, you wrap your legs around him before matching his trusts, moving your hands to the back of his head so your fingers can tangle in the strands of his dark brown hair.

“… I love you…”

He rasps in between kisses.

In between thrusts.

“… And I promise to never make the mistake of letting you go ever again.”

You find yourself pulling his hair as you feel him start to come undone. He chuckles as you build a sweat. As you begin to feel like you’re ready to burst too… With each passing second, you’re am getting closer and closer. "That's my girl... Give in." He growls as he thrusts harder. His lips moving to yours as your nails rank against his back once more, and this time you know you’re leaving a mark. Your body gives him what he wants. What you want.

"Good girl." He murmurs against your lips before he pulls out. Before he lays next to you breathless as you are.

For a moment neither of you talk. You just lay there in a heated mess, both of you looking at the ceiling. It isn’t until he pulls you in against him, when your head finds the once familiar place on his shoulder that you feel truly at home again. It’s in this moment that you have hope that it will all work out. That everything that has led you to this moment, even the breakup, was meant for something more.

“I was jealous.”

He whispers against your forehead before he gives you a kiss.

His admission makes you look at him, your eyes locking once more as he sighs.

“Can you ever forgive me?”

He asks quietly. As if he’s afraid you’ll say no. As if you haven’t already forgiven him.

So, as you look at him, you feel your head give a nod as you breathe and guide your body in closer to his.

“I forgive you Percival…”

You whispered as the dark of the room began to engulf the both of you.

“… I’ll always forgive you.”

#percival graves #percival graves fanfic #percival graves imagines #percival graves imagine #colin farrell #colin farrell imagines #percival graves x reader

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k-imagine · 7 years

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The Quiett - Night Fight

Chapter One

(1,900+ words)

The click seemed to echo throughout the room. A cold barrel pressed against your temple as a wiper escaped your lips. You didn’t dare move a muscle as a silent tear shed your eyes.

“I don’t know. I swear! He left six weeks ago. Please, please,” you screamed out, noticing how coarse your voice had become over the past day in your capture.

“Bullshit! You know, you are just protecting him. So fucking tell me or I will blow your brains out! Where the fuck is The Quiett?” The man spit his words loud in your ear before pulling the loaded gun back.

“You don’t understand. He fucking left me. On the front step of the same apartment you kidnapped me from. He fucking left me standing there crying and never looked back,” you definitely looked into your attackers eyes, recognizing him as one of the dirty policeman that Donggab had warned you about. How could he leave you in this mess? You thought to yourself.

Shin Donggab was the owner of the bar you had worked at for the past year but he was also something more. You two were supposed to go on your first date the day he left those weeks ago. After months of flirting and getting to know him, you had finally scheduled your date only for him to show up four hours late looking like a complete mess. You knew from working with him so closely that he lived a far from legal lifestyle, but still you found yourself drawn to him.

“You really think I’d believe that? I’m not dumb, you bitch!” The next thing you saw was a flash of metal as the bottom of the gun smacked your face. Blood trickled down before you slumped against the chair.

You woke up with a start as you felt the ice cold water rush over you. “Fuck!” you cursed as the cut across your face stung with the contact.

“You need to stop blacking out, little girl. We were just starting to have some fun,” your capture gave a smile that made the hairs on your arms stand on edge. You recognized the tattoo that now showed across his chest. It belonged to one of the gangs that would constantly try to start things at the bar and this tattoo no doubt showed this man’s affiliation. The police surely wouldn’t have let him in if they saw that which meant the gang most likely bought his way in, something that you soon realized was more common than you wanted to believe.

“You may need to reevaluate your idea of fun,” you said through clenched teeth. The man shot you a look bit didn’t retaliate against your sass. You watched as he moved in the room, adding more wood to the fire that was burning in the warehouse. You didn’t miss how he used an iron stick to stir the coals yet didn’t remove it. You had an idea of what was coming next and by the movement outside one window, you were not looking forward to it.

“He’s not coming, you get that right? He fucking left me. I have had no contact with Illionaire for six damn weeks. They don’t have the same numbers. They took all their shit and left this fucking place. So just leave me alone. I won’t be of any use to you!” You shook your head as the “police” looked at you.

“Are you that dense? Someone that powerful doesn’t leave, especially like that,” the man poked around the fire, pulling out the iron piece which was red from the heat. “You know, pain makes people a bit more honest. It’s amazing how amazing how much it helps, a shame more people don’t use it. So we can do this the hard way.”

He took a few steps closer to you and straddled your legs slightly. “Where is he?” His voice was calm but there was a glint in his eyes. You shook your head and prepared yourself.

The second your arm felt the hot iron, you immediately let out a shriek. Your bicep burned, the smell filling the air. After a few moments, he pulled back and you were left panting after the ordeal.

“Where is he?” The man practically screamed as his hand landed on the fresh wound. No sound came out of your mouth before he moved his hand. He paced back and added the iron back to the fire.

“I don’t know where he is, okay. So just let me go, please. Illionaire won’t come for me,” you tried to reason with him, though you knew this is the place you would die.

“I can’t do that. You see, I have twenty guys waiting in the next room. They are waiting for your boyfriend to come for you. Then we can finally have what we want.”

You felt sick to your stomach. You couldn’t bare the thought of something happening to Donggab, or any of the other members that you had met throughout the year working at the bar, but you really didn’t see him coming to save you. Not with how things were left with you two.

"I’m pretty sure he isn’t my boyfriend. Whoever told to that is sorely mistaken. I haven’t spoke to him since that day,” the guy’s eyebrow twitched up.

“I saw how he looked at you. No way he left you alone, bitch!” The capture’s eyes were blazing and all you could do was spit toward him.

“That was before when I thought he was a bar owner. Before I found out who he was! He left me at the steps of my apartment with no explanation. He fucking left and is not fucking coming back. So just kill me or let me go. I don’t even care any more!”

The man pulled out his gun and raised it to your forehead. A faint smile crossed his lips.

BANG!

The gun fell from your forehead as you looked at the man crumpled on the floor before you, blood oozing from his chest.

You immediately slumped as much as you could in the chair you were tied to as more blasts rang out around you. There were men running everywhere and you were caught in the middle. The men coming from outside of the warehouse were all in black with snapbacks and face masks, while the guys who were part of the now dead police impersonator where dressed in their fancy suits.

You jumped slightly as one of the men with a face mask on pulled a knife as he walked up to you. His eyes seemed familiar but that’s all that you could really see. The man didn’t use the knife on you but rather the ties that held you from running out of the room.

“Hide in the corner!” He shouted as he freed your arms and you were gone. He seemed so familiar that you could have sworn it was Changmo, one of Donggab’s most trusted members, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. Just as he said, you ran over to the stacked tires in the corner of the room as the bullets rang around the suddenly small warehouse. On your hands and knees you peaked out waiting for the most opportune time to run out of there. You saw the carnage as the room filled with the smell of gun powder and blood, causing you to pull your legs to your chest and cover your ears.

You silently counted and managed to get to 150 before you noticed the quiet room. Tentatively you unfolded from your human ball and peered out. There were about 10 guys still standing, almost all of them masked. The man in the middle was scanning the room frantically.

“Yah, where is she? Where did you tell her to go?” He screamed out to no one in particular. You knew the voice and recognized the slim figure before you. The same man who had released you piped up about corners as your head lifted more. You were tired but you tried to pull yourself to your feet, with only one arm and the pain in your side, you were struggling.

“Yah, Shin Donggab!” You called in a harsh voice as his head whipped around to where you were barely visible. He ran over to you, followed by two other men, who you assumed where Dok2 and Beenzino.

“Shit, Baby Girl! Shit, are you okay? What happened? Let me help you stand. Can you move?” His rapid-fire questions made you laugh which in turn made you cough and whine in pain.

“Fuck!” Come on, we have to get you back to base. Can you get on my back?“ You shook your head, knowing it wouldn’t work in your current state. "Okay, I’ll just carry you, but it’s going to hurt. Just hang on, okay?”

You nodded as Donggab leaned down to pick you up bridal style. “Go bring the car up, Hash Swan. As close as you can get it. Joon Kyung, call Kiseok and have him meet us there with his kit.”

You looked up at Donggab as he barked out the orders. He seemed so calm, his mouth was drawn in a thin line but you saw the way his jaw was clenched, his sign of extreme anger. You could see how he had come to run such a tight group with his calm and collected personality.

“Donggab, how did you find me?” You asked in a whisper.

“You couldn’t have thought I would leave you unprotected? It was the guys favorite shift when they had to keep tabs on you. Plus the CCTV I had installed in your hallway.”

You stared up at him not believing he was in front of you. Excitement, gratefulness and anger flowed through your body as you studied the face of the man holding you. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days and had lost some weight, though how he could you didn’t know.

“Thanks for saving me, but I’m still mad at you for leaving,” you sighed as you leaned your head and gains his strong chest. You felt his lips connect with the top of your head as he mumbled in agreement.

You two never officially dated, but you had seen him everyday until he left and usually spoke to him throughout the day. He was always protective and not afraid of skinship with you, but you two had never found the time to actually go on what most people considered a date.

The walk to the car seemed like forever as the pain was finally catching up with you. As you were eased into your seat, Donggab climbed in next to you, making sure to drape a coat over you for warmth as he took the phone Joon Kyung handed to him.

“What?” He barked into the receiver as the car started to move. It was just you with Donggab and Joon Kyung driving with Beenzino next to him while the others followed in similar cars.

“I’ll put you on speaker,” he said as he held the phone out more. “Baby Girl, Kiseok needs to ask you a couple questions. Just stay awake a bit more,” Donggab pleaded as Kiseok cleared his voice on the line. He acted as the doctor for the gang since he finished all but his internship at medical school. You didn’t know the full story, but always remembered him from his frequent visits to Donggab at work.

“Corey, nice to hear your back. Can you tell me what’s hurting the most?” His kind voice was deeper than most but still gentle.

“My side. I don’t remember what happened but it hurts bad.”

“Okay good,” Kiseok stated, fully in doctor mode. “Do you have any other injuries?”

You glanced at Donggab who had his jaw clenched and eyes shut tight. “Um, I have a cut…it’s on my eyebrow. And um, the rope cut in pretty bad,” you choked out. Kiseok mumbled something to someone in the background.

“Wrists and ankles?”

“Yeah. And there’s a couple burns on my arms from an iron of sorts,” you noticed how Donggab squeezed your hand and grumbled under his breath.

“Okay, all sound manageable. Is that it?” You nodded and leaned your head against Donggab’s shoulder.

“She looks like she got hit by a bus, Kiseok. Bruises, blood, marks on her neck. The works. You better be at HQ in five minutes.” He said and hung up.

“God dammit!” He choked out. You glanced up at him to see his eyes were red and breathing ragged. You gave him a small smile and reached for his hand.

“Deep breath, Donggab. I’m fine now, so stop with all the ‘aish’ and sighing,” you pulled his hand to your lips and placed a light kiss on his palm. He kept his eyes on you as you continued to hold his hand as you drifted off…whether you were asleep or unconscious, you couldn’t tell. But you did know that the man of your dreams was there with you, even if it was just for now.

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