#this ran away from me so unbelievably badly

[lavenderstobins]

It's the third day in a row that Wayne Munson has seen the girl in the diner.

Usually, he doesn't pay attention to new faces. He's been frequenting the diner for some years now and there's often ones he doesn't recognise: people passing through Hawkins, visiting family, etc.

The girl has caught his attention, though. She's sitting tucked into the far corner of the diner, a glass of water in front of her and nothing else. She's wearing the same t-shirt and flannel shirt she'd been wearing yesterday, and the day before, he's pretty sure. She didn't order any food yesterday; she hasn't ordered any food today.

Bev likes to joke he has a sense for kids who need help. Says there's an alarm in his head that makes him worry himself sick whenever there's a waif in need.

She's sitting next to him now, one eyebrow raised. He sighs. Waif in need alarm, indeed.

"What's the deal with the kid?" he murmurs, nodding subtly in the girl's direction.

Bev shrugs. "Beats me. That's Robert's girl, that's all I know."

He frowns. "Robert?"

"Nurse. Took good care of me when my knee went bad." She takes a swig of coffee, her eyes going sad. "Died, oh, maybe eight months back."

Wayne looks back at the girl. She's staring down at her half-empty glass of water. Tucked under the table there's a bulky-looking backpack.

"She got family?"

"Just her mother, far as I know. Met her a couple of times, too. 'Nother nurse. Seems nice enough."

"Hmph." Wayne turns back to his coffee. Ain't his business, he tells himself firmly. He should focus on his lunch.

When he gets up to pay, he glances once more in the girl's direction. He'll give it a couple of days, he decides. If she's still here then, still in the same clothes, he'll see if she's alright.

—

Wayne doesn't even last the day.

He's on his way home from work when he sees movement in a phonebox on the side of the road. The road's empty aside from him, and it's raining, and the sky's getting dark, so it immediately strikes him as odd. When he sees it's the teenage girl from earlier, he nearly crashes his truck with how hard he hits the brakes.

She's huddled down in the phonebox, clasping the backpack he'd noticed. She looks sodden. It had been raining heavier earlier; from the looks of it, she'd been caught in it. Her hair's plastered to her face and she's shivering.

He's winding down his window before his brain's even caught up to the movement. He's actually not sure how to go about it, very conscious of the fact that it's just the two of them out here and she's a teenage girl while he's an old man.

Feeling very much like he's approaching a wild animal, he clears his throat. "You okay, miss?"

The girl jumps, her head jerking up. She looks at him with wild eyes, wide and afraid. She reminds him of Eddie the day he showed up on his doorstep, timid and small.

"I'm f—fine." Her teeth chatter as she speaks. Where is this girl's mother? Where are her guardians?

"You need to call someone? I got a couple o'quarters, I think."

She shakes her head. Wayne frowns. Something ain't sitting right with him.

"You waiting on your ma?"

To his horror, her face crumples, and she buries her face in her arms. He's out of the truck like a shot, rushing over to find her shoulders heaving.

"Now, now—" He's panicking, admittedly. She can't be much younger than Eddie is.

"She—She—" the girl sobs. "She kicked me out and I—I don't have anywhere to go and it's so cold and wet and—and—"

A bout of rage washes over him. He pushes it down, tugging his jacket off and draping it over her shoulders. It doesn't have a hood, but it's dry. Christ, she must be soaked to the bone.

"Listen," Wayne starts, hesitating almost immediately. It's an insane suggestion from a strange man; he doesn't want to scare her off, but he doesn't want her spending the night in this phonebox, either. "I got a kid about your age. My Eddie. You come to mine and we can get you sorted out, okay? Or—Or I can find you a motel room, or something."

Sniffling, the girl looks up at him, wrapping herself up in his jacket. "Is that... is that okay?"

His heart breaks. "Yeah. Yeah, 'course."

She stands, wobbly, still clutching her backpack. She's soaked through like he'd thought, and she shivers once she's in the front seat. He's quick to turn the heating up, starting the truck again, and for a moment he's furious: her immediate agreement, the lack of hesitation about getting into a vehicle with a strange man, makes him boil with hatred towards this girl's mother.

The journey's quiet and, thankfully, not too long. Wayne ushers her into the trailer, already preparing to make a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Eddie's out at Jeff's for band practice, so he says, but Wayne knows him well enough to know he'll come home stinking of weed.

The girl stands awkwardly in the living room, still shivering. It occurs to him, suddenly, that he doesn't even know her name.

Still. An issue for later. He focuses on the hot chocolate. Once it's ready, he hands it over to her, and doesn't miss how eagerly she accepts it.

Only then does he broach the subject. "What's your name, miss?"

She's quiet a moment, cradling the mug in her hands. "It's Robin. Uh, Robin, sir."

"None of that 'sir' business," he says gruffly. "Name's Wayne. Eddie'll be home later but you can have his bed if you need a place to stay for the night."

This might be the most he's spoken in years, trying desperately to come across as reassuring. It breaks his heart how trusting she's being, though.

"Thank you." Robin goes quiet, her fingers curling around the handle of the mug. "I, um, I can pay you back for the ride—"

He waves a hand, frowning. "None of that. I'd like to think if it were my Ed in your shoes, someone would be there for him like this."

She manages a small smile. She's still in her soaking clothes. He hustles over to Eddie's room, raiding the drawers for whatever looks most comfortable. Eddie won't complain, he knows.

Robin gratefully accepts the clothes. He goes back into Eddie's room to give her privacy, unsure exactly how long to wait. There's that stereotype that women take forever to change, right? It must hold some truth.

He gives it an hour, just to be safe. When he emerges, he finds that she's curled up on the couch, out like a light. His jacket's pulled up to her chin like a blanket.

Waif in need alarm. He sighs. Bev's right after all. He won't be surprised if this situation resolves with him having another kid in his care.

Well, Eddie always wanted a sister, anyway.

#wayne adopts robin au #stranger things #wayne munson #robin buckley #eddie munson #my writing #st ficlet #st fic #this ran away from me so unbelievably badly #my wips

[lover-of-mine]

Yk I'm always thinking about Buck Actually and the talk Buck has with Thomas and the whole "you don't find it, son, you make it" and the way Buck looked at Thomas dying right after Mitchell holding his hand and the way some part of Buck looked at them and connected love with death and now keeps trying to make something to the point that it would kill him. He heard that the type of love he wants comes from work and decided he needs wear himself down to get it and it's just devastating.

#always thinking about that no cap #like #the boy doesn't know how healthy love feels like #his parents were too caught up in their own grief to be an example #and from what we've seen from them they do not give any major love vibes #he maybe saw Maddie with Doug as a kid but thats literally the further from healthy #his first real relationship ended with her running away and the 3 girl he got with after are people that came back to him #like thats so sad #Abby ran and that hurt him in an unbelievable level considering how hes been left behind his whole life #and they he got with Ali someone who travelled a lot but came back to be with him to the point of staying in his place #and then he got with Taylor because she left when he was vulnerable but she came bacl #and the same with Natalia #and sure relationships take work but they shouldn't destroy you in the process #you need to give yeah but you need to get something out of it too #and he wants to be loved anyway so badly he keeps accepting anything close to the idea of love he has #and it makes me want to cry #someone love that man the way he deserves please #he loves with so much of himself he should get someone that loves him like that #911 #thoughts thoughts thoughts #buck

[jedi-luca]

Something’s in the Air - Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk (graphic image inside)

Summary: Natasha returns from a mission after being exposed to a chemical that makes her extremely, extraordinarily feral for you. 

Reader has a penis; no pronouns used.

Part 1 can be found on @dirtyvulture page

3 Hours Later

“We should probably get out of here.” You chuckled looking at the destroyed hospital bed before looking back at your girlfriend. She was looking at you in a way that simultaneously scares and turns you on. “Nat?” You croak feeling her clench you.

“Oh we’re not going anywhere.” Natasha used the sheer power of her thighs to straddle you. “I need you Y/N. So badly it’s like I'm in pain without you inside of me.”

“Babe, we've been going at it for like 3 hours now. I want breakfast and sleep.” 

“I need you so badly it hurts.” She mewled, rocking her push against your flexing abs.

“Maybe Dr. Cho has an antidote to this exposure.” You say, hating the thought of her in pain. “Give me a chance to get hard again. Get on my face.” you say already pulling her by the hips.

Natasha eagerly turned around lowering her hips. She needed to squirt and when she relented control she would be shaking, eyes rolling to the back of her head, Russian words fleeting her lips because she can’t even distinguish English from Russian. She shook with anticipation, feeling your lips kissing her thighs.

You swiped your tongue causing the ex-assassin to let out a long moan as she felt your lips wrap around her bud. You enter her with two fingers making her gasp. Her hips were rocking roughly against your mouth and fingers. You kept one hand against her abdomen.

Your voluptuous girlfriend looked down at your semi. Her mouth salivated. She was embarrassed to say she definitely drooled a bit on you before lifting your member, and fully stuffing you down her throat.

You groaned, sending vibrations against her clit causing Natasha to moan. Sending the same vibrations with you down her throat. She could feel your abs flexing and your toes stretching. It always made her unbelievably wet when she made you moan or twitch. She gasped feeling your fingers tapping inside of her. Winding up her coil in a way only you know how.

Meanwhile outside the door of an Un-soundproofed room

“Bruce you know how I feel about bringing your work in here.” Steve furrows his brows walking into the kitchen seeing Bruce and Cho typing on their laptops. Test tubes along the table.

“Yeah Natasha and Y/N are occupying that area at the moment.” He chuckled, taking his glasses off looking at a giggling Cho.

“Well then just move them!” Steve huffed before turning on his heel.

“Cap, I don't recommend going that way.” Cho and Bruce said in unison.

“Why?” He huffed.

“Natasha was exposed to a hydra chemical.” Doctor Cho said with a sigh. “We’re trying to find an antidote now.”

“Oh well I’ll go check on her.”

“Cap, Y/N is with her.” Bruce said, looking at him in a way Steve couldn’t comprehend.

“Oh good, I needed to talk to Y/N anyway.” He smiled Before Cho or  Bruce could say another word Steve was going up the stairs and down the hall.

“This should be good.” Tony cackled watching him go up as he brought his team an iced coffee and a boom box that dummy was carrying.

Steve stopped in his tracks the moment he heard the moaning and ran back down. “They’re doing it.” He said cringing as running past them. 

“Oh I can’t make this shit up.” Tony laughed before blaring some AC DC.

Back in the medbay

“Y/N.” She breathes out, popping you out of her mouth suddenly. Natasha’s mouth went agape feeling a great pressure in her core before feeling herself release into your mouth like a waterfall. “Oh my God yessss.”

Natasha moved away from your mouth and gripped you with her hand.

“Fuck baby.” You both moaned as she slid her velvet walls down your shaft.

“You feel sooooo good.” Natasha gasped, placing one hand on your chest and the other on your thigh. Using momentum to rock her hips. “So good, so good!” She chanted rocking and rocking until she quivered above you. Squelching sounds of your combined fluids filled the room, and the pristine crisp smell of clean chemicals was long gone. The only smell was the scent of sex.

You caught her before she fell against your chest. You could see tears in her eyes as her pussy convulsed around you. “I love you so much.” She cried against your forehead.

“I love you too baby. So much.” You say softly in her ear before taking her wrists behind her back with one hand. The other hand wraps around her throat as you thrust up.

“Yeah! Ooooh!” She lets out a throaty groan trying to meet your thrusts. Wiggling and circling her hips. She was so wild, more so than when you were both stuck on an island for 3 weeks.

You moan pulling out quickly causing Natasha to clench around nothing. “No back inside.” She muttered trying to grip you, but you sat up with her in your lap. You slip back inside of her. 

“Yes!” She cries out gasping for air kissing you with both hands roughly before breaking gasping for breath. She chanted yes as you suckled on her neck her breathing picking up and her hips rocking faster and faster. 

Natasha hooks her arm around you moaning as she arches back, throwing back her hair. “Fuck.” She groans using her other arm to help with momentum. You trail your lips from the nape of her neck down to her rosy nipples. Squeezing and sucking leaving marks in your wake.

You can feel the pressure inside of her. She's so close. Her clit is hitting your flexed abs with every rock she makes. Your hands felt like they were everywhere and your lips and tongue took a hold of her. The red head wrapped both arms around you squeezing you as she came apart. You could feel the rush of liquid and drops of her tears against your skin. “Ooh fuck ohhh Y/N it feels so good!” She cried against your neck. “It feels - so fucking good.” She moaned humping you over and over again as her orgasim continued.

You grunted pulling out before you exploded.

“Fuck Nat!” You say throwing her around until she was on all fours dripping like a fire hydrant. She loved when you were at this stage almost like a caveman. She loved how tiny she is compared to you. She looked back looking at the way your muscles gleamed with sweat. The veins running down your abs to your thick cock made her impossibly even hornier. 

“You’re so insatiable.” You pant, sweat running down your body.

She whined.

“Get back inside.” She whimpered against the pillow with her ass up in the air. 

“Don’t be a brat baby.” You say gruffly slapping her ass before palming her ass cheeks.  

She whined. “Please keep going, don't stop.”

You slap her ass a few times before sheathing yourself deep inside of her.

“Yes, yes, oh Y/N, don’t stop! Don’t ever fucking stop.” She moaned, meeting your harsh thrusts. She could feel the tension in her shoulders begin to melt away when you held her back letting your hands massage her.

You felt Natasha reach below her body to massage her clit meeting your thrusts as you railed into her.

“You like that baby?” 

She groans in response, drooling on her pillow as her pussy convulses around you. You slap her ass at her lack of response. “Yes! Oh so much! So much. I’m so close.”

You began drilling your hips faster and faster against her favorite spot.

“Just like that! Just like that! Don’t stop! Don’t stop im so close! Im so close.”

You could feel your own release nearing. You grunted drilling faster and harder than before making your girlfriend speak in Russian begging for you to keep going.

“Oh fuck Nat this is it baby I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Let go baby, fill me up.” She spoke in her mother tongue. “I'm so ready.” you felt her convulse knowing she was near and so were you.

You groaned shooting ropes and ropes of your seed deep within her womb. “Fuck!” You both moaned loudly when the door opened. You were too busy twitching inside Natasha to see Maria walk inside with two syringes in her hands.

“Go to sleep.” Was the last thing you heard the woman say before you and Natasha pass out.

40 hours later

You and Natasha stirred awake at the same time.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” You grinned sleepily as you brought her over closer to you.

“Hmm, good morning my love.” She giggled feeling you pepper her face with kisses.

“It’s actually 9:30PM on a Tuesday evening.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in.

You and Nat look at one another with wide eyes as the sex marathon comes to mind.

“Would you like to hear a voice memo from Maria Hill?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. Asks.

“Yes.” You sighed.

“Natasha you were exposed to sex pollen which is why you two were having a sex marathon in the medbay which is destroyed by the way. I took you both off missions for the rest of the week. Rest up bitches.”

“The team is going to hold this over our heads for years.” Natasha groaned.

“…Eh…Worth it.” You shrugged, laughing when she smacked your chest before giggling herself. 

“You’re terrible.” 

“But you love me.” You shrug, smirking.

“I do.” She sighs snuggling into you. Her ass wiggling against your crotch.

“Watch it babe don’t start a fire you can’t put out.”

“My ass isn’t sore. Wanna make it sore?” She smirked looking back at you.

This woman was going to be the death of you.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x g!preader #@dirtyvulture

[heavenlyangeline]

Billy Loomis x Reader

my first time writing on tumblr😱

Desc: honestly this is just pure smut

CW: slight (?) possessiveness, breeding kink, dirty talk, fem reader, hickeys fem receiving, knife kink, established relationship, “dirty girl”, “slut”, “good girl”

• • •

Firm hands wrapped around your waist, slightly startling you before you realized who it was.

You spun around to greet Billy, he smirked at your excited face. “Happy to see me?” “You know i always am” you said before kissing him on the cheek and smiling.

There was a hint of mischievousness in his smirk before he started taking the kiss a bit further; redirecting your chin so that your lips met in a soft kiss. A small needy moan escaped your lips, “Billy I have to cook dinner..” you said as you used your hand to push him away slightly.

“Dinner can wait, can’t it y/n?” He gave you that look, it was laced with lust.

You didn’t even realize when he got ahold of a random kitchen knife and begun caressing your thigh with it. The cold blade inched closer and closer towards your skirt. The rush you felt from the tip of the knife made you run your thighs together, you could feel yourself getting wet.

Billy started whispering in your ear, “Does my dirty girl like that? hm? The rush?” He let out a slight chuckle, “I bet that really turns you on, Y/N” Suddenly the sound of your skirt being ripped apart by the knife in Billys’ hand had you gasping in surprise.

“Y-you owe me a new skirt” you said as the knife started inching towards the side of your panties and the coldness of the blade against your hip had you grinding on nothing but air. “Yeah anything for my princess” A light snap and your panties fell to the floor, you were completely bare.

He was deliberately teasing you, the anticipation of what he’d do next was eating you up.

You could hear the sound of the knife being set down and his belt unbuckling. It made you unbelievably horny, and you gave him a look that said “hurry up”.

“‘m gonna fuck you so good on this table Y/N” And in a split second, Billy’s hand found it’s way to your tummy, he pushed your back onto the kitchen table.

His hands started unbuttoning your top, “Did y’know I love watching your tits bounce up and down every time i thrust into you?” You whimpered in response, “Aw, my little slut’s so wet for me…”

He ran his index finger against your clit, you whined at the slight touch. He was watching every facial expression you made, and fuck it turned him on.

“Billy… ‘m ready” “What’s that? My dirty girl is ready for my cock?” “Mhm” He frowned at your half-ass response and lightly tapped your pussy lips, “Say it slut”

“‘m ready for your cock Billy” “Good girl” He aligned his cock with your slit. Billy kissed you while simultaneously bottoming out inside of you, forcing your moan to be muffled by his kiss.

His pace was steady and harsh, every time he rammed into you, wet slapping sounds echoed in the kitchen. You thought it was so embarrassing, and Billy took it as an opportunity to point it out. “That slutty pussy of yours is making all of those dirty sounds y/n”

You couldn’t even form a response, so you opted for nodding your head mindlessly. Billy begun peppering kisses on your neck that turned into sucking on your skin. He left red and even one or two purple hickey’s on your collar bone and neck area.

“Mine, you’re so mine y/n… my little good girl” he cooed and tears begun forming at the corners of your eyes. You needed to cum so badly.. You just needed to get that edge off…

Your hand started creeping towards your pussy, this was your futile effort at trying to get yourself off before your wrist was grabbed aggressively.

“Y/n.. did i tell you that you could touch yourself…?” A scary smirk formed on Billy’s face as he pinned both of your wrists above your head. He rammed harsher into you, your tits were bouncing up and down to the point that they started to hurt a little.

Meanwhile, Billy’s other hand was placed on your stomach, he was feeling his cock go in and out of your pussy. “I…” your tear-filled eyes turned him on so much, it was unbearable. “Just need…” You couldn’t even make anything out.

“What does my girl need? Use your words..” You gave him a pleading look. “Touch” is all you could make out, Billy smirked. He bent down to kiss you and his left hand started rubbing soft circles against your clit. You could feel your back arching, and your pussy was tightening against his cock.

“Fuck ‘m so close y/n” You only squeezed onto him even more and and the sudden feeling of hot cum filling your walls pushed you over the edge. Your legs started shaking as soon as Billy slid out from you. Your spent hole felt so full, “Such a pretty sight” Billy smiled as he watched you trying to catch your breath while his cum dripped out of your hole.

“That was so good Billy..” You looked up at him, not even attempting to sit yourself up. “Sweet girl” He picked you up bridal style and carried you off to the bedroom where you both fell sleep, still naked.

#billy loomis #billy x reader #scream #billy loomis x reader #ghostface #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #smut #billy loomis smut

[thebiggerbear]

Soldier Boy x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: You're tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. The original character I wanted to respond to this prompt with before deciding to make it multi-character. This scenario immediately popped into my head reading the line and I just had to write it. Hope it's okay.

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Warnings: violence/murder; implied assassination attempts; sexual propositioning; Soldier Boy being himself; starts out as a blackmail type dynamic that appears as if a little dubcon at first; language?

Word Count: 2528

SB Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Beau version | Dean version | Jenny version | Tom version | Jason version | Anael version | SDV Alex version

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You never thought in a million years that you would be seeking out one of the most dangerous Supes in the world for protection. Then again, you never would have thought that a multi-billion dollar corporation would be after you, intent on seeing you torn apart and scattered to the four winds. You didn’t exactly blow the whistle on them, but you didn’t exactly tow the company line either—something Stan Edgar was less than thrilled with and now the evil son of a bitch wanted you dead.

It was no secret that Edgar and Soldier Boy had a falling out of sorts after the truth about his being handed to the Russians had come to light. His old team may have made it happen, but it was Edgar pulling the strings all along. Surprisingly, the Supe who had been so focused on revenge hadn’t hunted Edgar down after this revelation, which made you wary about going this route. However, after narrowly escaping the latest death squad sent after you, you decided you had no choice but to take the gamble. There was nowhere you could run that Vought wouldn’t find you and you just hoped this would be more of an ‘enemy of my enemy’ situation rather than a ‘handing you right over to your enemy’ situation.

Once you had managed to track him down in Hong Kong while you were busy running yourself, he had shockingly agreed to a meet, and even more shockingly agreed to help you. Not without certain stipulations, of course.

“Let me in that sweet pussy of yours and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

You should have known, especially from the way he had been eyeing you up ever since he caught sight of you. Screwing your face up in disgust, you flat out refused. “Not happening.”

He shrugged and began to walk away. “Then you must not need my protection that badly.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “You’re seriously turning me down because I won’t fuck you? Whatever happened to the ‘Soldier Boy is America’s son’ bullshit? The OG superhero who fought Nazis and protected people?”

Soldier Boy stopped and slowly turned back towards you. “I’d be putting myself on the line to protect you. For that, I deserve one hell of a payment.” 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “So now you’re blackmailing me into sleeping with you? Unbelievable.” You had heard he was more like America’s Asshole than its Son, but you still couldn’t believe your ears. You had even offered to help him take Vought down with what you knew, so long as he kept you safe. You knew he’d want that kind of information. Why else was he hopping from continent to continent in the last few months, trying to shake Vought just like you were? Instead, his dick was taking top priority. Typical. 

“It’s the least you can do, doll.” He faced you fully again, shield hanging off of his arm as if it weighed nothing. “Like you said, I fought for this country, fought the Nazis, and now you’re asking me to play bodyguard while taking on Vought for you. I deserve something worth all that trouble.”

You ran through all other options in your mind. You still had a contact that could possibly put you in touch with someone that wouldn’t mind tapping into Vought’s offshore accounts that weren’t supposed to exist. You were already on Vought’s kill list; what would a few hundred thousand dollars of theirs matter? “I could pay you,” you offered.

“I’m not interested in money.” His eyes roved over you as he approached. “Besides,” he murmured as he came to a stop in front of you. You tensed as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair that had gotten loose from under your ball cap behind your ear. ”I haven’t had a looker as pretty as you in a long time. Been locked away.” He gently gripped your chin in between his thumb and index finger, his eyes intent on your mouth before lifting to meet yours. A hint of a smirk started to appear on his handsome face when he most likely heard your heart beat starting to increase.

He released you and even took a step back from you, allowing you physical and metaphorical space. “Your call.”

You bit your lip as thoughts chaotically swirled inside your head. On one hand, you refused to be manipulated or pushed into sex with this asshole. No matter how physically attractive he might be, you weren’t willing to get on your back just so he would help you. But on the other hand, the cold hard truth was that you were tired — tired of running, tired of little-to-no sleep, tired of the paranoia that came with such a flight. Hell, at present, you hadn’t slept in almost two days and you were running on fumes; there wasn’t enough caffeine or energy pills in the world to get you through another day with no rest. Your reaction time was already dragging if your last narrow escape was anything to go by. If you continued this way, you’d be dead before the sun started to warm the sky; you were certain of it.

Soldier Boy stared you down. “What’s it gonna be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you glanced behind you at a small noise far off down the street. Thankfully, it was an old woman tossing something out onto the pavement, but you couldn’t deny it put you further on edge. You turned back to the Supe whose eyes stayed trained on you. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and readied your response. His lips began to quirk upwards into a smile; he knew what your answer was going to be before you even said the words.

…

Vought Tower had been completely demolished. Luckily, it had been mostly evacuated before the destruction occurred. A fight between Soldier Boy and the now-dead Homelander had caused most of the damage, but the C4 that had been carefully lined throughout the infrastructure is what ended up bringing it down. 

Before it went boom, Soldier Boy had approached Stan Edgar, who refused to cower in a corner. The Supe respected that, but it didn’t change what he’d come here to do. He gripped Edgar by the throat and lifted him in the air, choking the older man and ignoring the fingers that desperately clawed at his hand.

“I thought we had an agreement,” Edgar rasped out.

Soldier Boy shrugged. “She made me a better one.” He then snapped the man’s neck and tossed his body aside like a rag doll. 

“Oi! We ought to get out of here,” Butcher warned after seeing Stan Edgar lifeless on the floor. “Frenchie’s about to blow this place to fucking hell.”

He glared over at the Brit and picked up his shield. He still didn’t trust him, not after what he and his merry band of assholes had tried to do the last time they’d teamed up, but he’d made a deal with you and he was intent on keeping his end of it. The only conditions Butcher and Captain Lesbo had given this time around was: no civilian casualties and Ryan was off limits. He did his best with the first and he could give less than a fuck on the other. As far as he was concerned, the kid was Butcher’s problem as long as the kid didn’t come looking for some payback once he got older, which Butcher assured he wouldn’t. That, and there better not be Novichok gas waiting at the end of this mission for him. They’d reluctantly agreed, knowing they had no other way to kill Homelander and take down Vought all in one swoop.

“After you.” Soldier Boy gestured for Butcher to leave first. The man scowled but obliged, keeping a wary eye out as he moved. Smirking, Soldier boy followed. The Supe might have enjoyed the reaction—or even tried to settle the score from Butcher’s previous betrayal—if he didn’t have you to get back to. He needed to let you know that you no longer had Stan Edgar or Vought to worry about. He’d kept up his end of the bargain you’d both made — now, finally, you were free.

…

You woke up to the sound of someone moving through the darkness in your room. You grabbed the gun from beneath your pillow and bolted upright as much as you could, trying to get your eyes to adjust so you could get a good shot.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Soldier Boy assured you. 

Recognizing his voice, you slowly lowered the gun and focused on his location. When your eyes finally adjusted, you realized he was near the foot of the bed, completely nude, his hair damp from a fresh shower. “Ben,” you breathed out in relief. “You scared me.”

Through the beams of moonlight shining into the room from the window, you saw him give you a smile and lay his shield down on the floor next to him. “Didn’t mean to.”

You slipped the safety back on the gun and stashed it into the drawer of your nightstand. You hated having it under your pillow at night; it was super uncomfortable and you only needed to do that when Soldier Boy — Ben, as he’d asked you to call him instead — wasn’t around. “Everything go okay?” 

“Better than okay.” You glanced back to see a smirk adorning that handsome face of his, with an all-too familiar gleam in those green eyes. You watched as he slipped on some sweats and then made his way to the opposite side of the bed. You moved onto your side to face him, smiling as he climbed in next to you and sat up against the headboard, turning to grin down at you. Within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you up against him, and he was kissing you a proper hello. He only pulled back when you needed air and tenderly rubbed his nose along yours, nuzzling you. “How about you, doll? Everything go okay while I was gone?”

You nodded and snuggled into his bare chest, letting out a relieved sigh when you felt his warm hands stroking your back. “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, closing your eyes. You’d never admit it aloud, but you felt so much better when he was around. Not only did you feel protected but you just felt better in general. You’d have to be under the pain of torture to admit to him (or yourself) that you actually missed him when he had to leave.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there, continuing to rub your back just the way you liked. “Edgar and Vought are gone,” he murmured. “The Caped Cunt, too. You’ve got nothing more to worry about.”

Your eyes snapped open and you lifted yourself up to meet his gaze, your brows furrowed. “What?” You asked in shock.

“You heard me.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his grin now a smug smile. “You’re safe, baby.”    

Your eyes widened when the realization hit you. “That’s where you went?”

Your only answer was the lengthening of that smile. 

“Jesus, Ben.” So many thoughts and emotions swirled within you all at once. You were free, truly free. You no longer had to worry about Vought death squads hunting you down, Homelander coming for you, or Stan Edgar sending after you any ragtag Supes he could scrounge up. You were free. Although, Ben hadn’t told you that he was about to go on his most dangerous mission yet. He might be America’s original superhero and he might be tough to kill, but that didn’t mean he was completely invincible. He’d admitted as much to you over the last few months. “What if… What if you didn’t—”

He kissed you, effectively cutting you off. “I did,” he hummed against your lips. “Told you I would.”

You nodded, gently tracing his facial features with your hands before gliding down to his shoulders, dipping down the warm expanse of his back and then slowly returning to his chest. As always, he remained patient whenever you did this ritual of checking him for any wounds or injuries, knowing you wouldn’t find any but needing to assure yourself just the same. Truthfully, this man had come to mean more to you than you’d ever imagined would be possible. Hell, there had been a time when it wouldn’t have been possible at all.

When you were done, you met his gaze head on. “Do I want to know?”

Ben remained silent, but his eyes said it all: no, you didn’t want to know. You and Ben may have planned for the downfall of Vought and the ends of Homelander and Stan Edgar, the very same bastards that had put a target on your back in the first place, but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear the gory details of their deaths. You were just grateful Ben had come back to you alive and unharmed. 

You gave him a thin-lipped smile in understanding. “Thank you,” you whispered. 

Ben studied you for a moment, then pulled you in and kissed you again, his fingers slipping through your hair until he grabbed the back of your neck and urged you to meet him more fully. Just as you were getting into it, he broke away and chuckled. “You’re real eager for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” You shot him a look and the smirk was suddenly back on his face. Without warning, he picked you up to rearrange you in the bed how he wanted you. “Too bad that you need to get some rest. We’re blowing the fuck out of here tomorrow and you’re gonna need to keep up.”

As if he would leave you behind if you couldn’t. “I thought you said Butcher would leave us alone after this.”

“I don’t trust that dicksucking Brit and I trust his bitch of a boss even less.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking when you felt him settle in behind you, knowing how much he enjoyed spooning you like this. “‘Kay,” you agreed. He had successfully protected you this far; you’d follow his lead on this one, too. You shut your eyes and snuggled into your pillow, content to feel his hands on your back caressing you once more. You were just about asleep when you heard him murmur in your ear, “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” You smiled when you heard the words he’d been saying to you every night now for many months and your heart lightened when you felt his hands trail from your back to cup protectively over your rounding stomach, rubbing gently. ‘Safe’ is exactly how you felt right in this moment, and the little girl moving to meet her father’s embrace—like she always did when she sensed he was near—only cemented the knowledge that this was the first night neither you nor she were in danger any longer. It gave you a sense of peace you hadn’t known in a long time.

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[kugisakiss]

Don't you think it's interesting that Shinichi has only ever personally told Dr Agasa about his shrinkage? Technically, everyone else has either figured it out themselves, or were told by Agasa. And he only told Agasa, not his parents, or his best friends or anyone else.

Even then, Shinichi's first response was to try and enter his house, his empty house, and only when that failed did he tell Agasa, and that may have only been because he ran into him at the specific moment.

yes!! gosho's probably trying to make it more "meaningful" when shinichi tells ran lol. i'm sure ran would be totally understanding and forgive shinichi if he tells her that ran was the only person he really wanted to tell

on another note, I don't think it's that unusual for someone in that situation to try to go home first! I mean, I don't think many of us would run away from the police after being knocked out and fed a weird drug, but given that shinichi had already legged it and it was wet and dark outside and he was wearing clothes 10 sizes too large, I think it'd be normal to just want to go home, get a shower, find some clothes that actually fit and lie in bed for a bit and think about whether this is actually real. Even if no one's home to help you, I think home is the first place I would think of if something that unbelievable happened to me..? it's not like I could go to a hospital?

in Shinichi's case especially, he's so fiercely independent he would've definitely wanted to take some time to think through everything himself first. He values his own ability a lot and would want to have all his thoughts in order with some form of game plan before he turns to anyone.

but I do think that he would've eventually gone to Agasa and let him know! it'll be after acknowledging there's very little he can do as a 6 year old and Agasa, who's a good engineer despite his strange inventions, likely has the resources to help Shinichi out. Stuff like faking a new identity, explaining Shinichi's absence and maybe even help him not be 6 again.

he doesn't tell his parents because his dad is his "rival" of sorts, and all Yuusaku would do is tell Shinichi what to do. To Shinichi anything his dad can think of, Shinichi capable of too. So since neither of his parents are in the country and shinichi doesn't have anything he needs them to help with, he doesn't think it's necessary to tell them. and also like, in a typical teenager fashion, he was caught being reckless spying on someone badly and he doesn't want to tell his parents because it's embarassing that he was not only caught but also now a 6 year old.

#asks #sorry it took me so long to reply!

[imagineanime2022]

League Of Villains With S/O With Powers Like Buffy

Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Spinner X Reader, Mr. Compress X Reader, Twice X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I’m thinking what if “Wednesday Addams” was a quirk?😅 and the LOV members (including spinner, and Mr. compress. I feel bad for leaving those two out?🥺) had a S/O who’s quirk is a “Wednesday Addams” quirk?🤣 or a “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” type quirk that a pretty cool too?😁

Tomura Shigaraki

🖐 Shigaraki had only met you because of All For One. Given the abilities that you showed, he could see you becoming an integral part of keeping the plan on track. 🖐 The first time that you talked was probably when you advised him on what to do on one of his games, not only were you smart but you knew how to apply that too, something he wouldn't appreciate until later though. 🖐 You became the only person that he would trust and actively try to protect when you were out doing things. 🖐 Your abilities made things far easier for him, you were telepathic and unbelievably smart because of it, he’d look to you when he met someone new, you were the one who decided who he could trust.

Tomura sat at the bar, he had a drink sitting in front of him, you saw the door open before he did and gently nudged him, directing his attention to Giran “he’s got applicants.” You muttered. “Nothing gets past you.” Giran smirked as he stopped to the side showing a young girl and a male in his 20s who was badly scared. “Toga and you like to be called Dabi.” You said. “How do you know that?” Dabi asked, you shrugged as you leaned back into the bar. “Telepathy.” You finally said. “Stay out of my head.” Dabi ordered and you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “But I already know everything that you don’t want me to, T.” You teased. “Tch.” His hand shot out flames encasing it, Tomura grabbed you pulling you into your arm pulling you towards his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist carefully to make sure that his little finger didn’t touch you while his other hand shot out towards Dabi’s arm. Kurogiri was quick to open portals to stop either one of them from damaging anything. “Alright so I’m not fond of him but can we keep her, she’s cute.” You said as you pointed at Toga. “They’re both joining.” Tomura muttered. “Both of them.” You whined and he rolled his eyes as you settled yourself on his lap “if you're sure.” “I’m sure.” He muttered. “Stay close to me when he’s around.” “Sure thing Tomu.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw ignoring the two new recruits in the bar.

Dabi

🔥 You met Dabi after he left home, he saw you in the middle of a deal, one that you knew was going to go badly, you managed to take a gang of 20 people by yourself. Dabi caught the last one before he could get the drop on you and that was where the friendship started. 🔥 You were pretty close but he never asked you to join the league with him, he just told you that he was going to be away for a while and that you should call him if you needed him. 🔥 You ended up being the one that saved him when they suffered their loss after kidnapping Bakugo. 🔥 Dabi recognised you immediately and while some of the others knew of you none of them knew what you were doing there.

You grabbed the first guy that ran at you, you easily grabbed him around the neck and snapped it. “What are you doing here?” Dabi asked as he stopped Shigaraki from moving towards you. “Was I supposed to let them come over and attack you?” You asked. “You could have just called.” Dabi smirked as he walked towards you, you kicked another guy away stabbing one straight through the eye. “Should I just go?” You asked, your attention turning to him, the rest of the gang members took it as an opportunity to get the drop on you, however Dabi’s hand pushed out over your shoulder burning them before they got too close. “Admit it you missed me.” He said softly as he leaned closer to you pressing his face dangerously close to yours. “Did you miss me?” You asked, he only smirked but he knew that you could hear the thought run through his head ‘Sweetheart you have no idea.’ “Say it.” “Dabi, who is this?” Shigaraki’s voice sounded reminding you both that you weren’t alone. “A friend.” He answered. “Oh a friend.” You nodded to yourself as you waved into the air turning to leave “there isn’t anyone else coming for you, rest easy.” “Don’t be petty.” Dabi muttered as he grabbed your wrist before you could walk away. “You were closer than friends get Dabi.” Compress said as he walked over to shake your hand. “Tch.” Dabi grunted as you both made your introductions. “So you're just friends?” Toga asked as you looked at Dabi. “Stop.” Dabi ordered. “Well I’ve got my own plans to be getting on with until next time League.” You turned leaving the warehouse, you turned back blowing a kiss at Dabi before you were gone for good while the rest of his team mates began to ask questions.

Spinner

🦎 You met when you were kids, when he was still looking for friends, you fought off the bullies that tried to hurt him, you stuck by him no matter what and that continued into later life. 🦎 He kept you apart from his villain life for a little while, you knew where he went and what he did but you were never involved until the League needed somewhere to stay that wasn’t a warehouse. 🦎 He asked you before he showed up with them but none of them knew that you existed. 🦎 He knew that you could handle yourself but he didn’t want to bring trouble to your door if he didn’t have to, considering how much he loved you.

You were humming to yourself when the loud thoughts entered your mind, you knew that Spinner had brought his friends in through the back of the large house that you had inherited from your parents. You wiped your hands on the front of your clothes before walking out of the kitchen “Thought you got lost or something.” You smirked as Spinner appeared around the corner followed by the friends he had told you about. “There were more heroes around then I thought there would be.” Spinner shrugged and you nodded. “Yeah, you guys made an impression.” You shrugged as you pointed at the stairs, “there’s rooms on the third floor, they’re all empty, you can take whatever ones that you want.” “How do you know Spinner?” Toga asked and you looked at him. “You didn’t tell them?” You asked. “Well…” “We’re dating.” You answered “food will be ready soon so pick a room and let me know if you need anything.” Spinner followed you into the kitchen where you continued cooking. “I assume everything is okay.” He said as he stood behind you, arms crossed. “Things are fine.” You nodded, you could still feel the rest of the league standing in the hallway. “Your friends think very loudly, Shu.” Spinner turned to the door of the kitchen where he caught Twice and Toga looking in. “Well since you're still there Shigaraki, I need to ask you something!” You called. “Mm.” The hum from the leader of the group prompted you to talk. “Chisaki, what are your plans for him?” You asked. “What does it matter to you?” He asked. “Well the quirk I have is tailored to a certain type of work, you may have heard of my family, they were often referred to as the slayers, we killed whoever we were told provided that we were paid enough, government, villains, crime organizations it didn’t matter.” You wiped your wet hands after washing the vegetables. “Chisaki hired my family to kill someone for him and once it was done he killed my parents, I want him dead so I ask you what are your intentions for Chisaki?” “I intend to find out what this new weapon is, steal it and then make him pay for what he did to the other members.” Shigaraki answered. “Then I think I can give you more than just a place to stay.” You said. “Spinner, you never told us that you had an assassin girlfriend.” Toga complained. “It was none of you business.” Spinner muttered as he watched you make your deal with Shigaraki ‘she’s mine.’ he thought. ‘Yours.’ you answered in his head causing him to smile slightly.

Mr. Compress

🔮 You and Compress had been together long before you joined the league so your act was second nature by that point. 🔮 You drew attention from him while he did whatever he was doing in the background, you trusted him to have a way out and he trusted you to cover him until he did. 🔮 Compress relied on you and your abilities more than even you did, he trusted that you would stop him from doing anything that would result in his death. 🔮 He fully appreciates that you are one of the only reasons that he’s still alive and intact but he loves you with everything that he has and one day he’d repay you.

You had seen this before, it was a dream you had last night in your dream Hiro lost his arm. No one saw you move but Kai felt you kick him away from his target “How dare you touch me!?” Kai seemed to lose his composure for a second as he looked at you. “You don’t get to take everything from us… You said that you came here to talk so talk or leave.” You ordered, your hands on guard as you waited. “What do you know?” Shigaraki asked. “No much I just know that he’s able to destroy anything that he touches, I doubt that’s the extent of his quirk but that’s the only element that he plans to use here.” You explained. “His intentions?” Shigaraki asked. “He wants you to meet him on his terms before he’ll discuss what he wants, he’s good at shielding his mind, I’m sure he knew of me before he came here.” You explained. “She is better than they told me.” Kai said as he held out a piece of paper “meet me here, we’ll talk then.” When no one stepped forward to take the paper he placed it on the floor and left. Shigaraki walked over to the paper while Hiro came up behind you. “Relax, dear it’s over now.” He said softly, his hands gently moving yours down “another dream?” “Mmm.” You hummed as you turned to him and ran your hands down his arms before linking your hands together. “What happened?” You asked. “You lost your arm, he destroyed it.” You said running your fingers over his knuckles “and I don’t doubt that you’d look absolutely breathtaking with a metal arm, I would like to keep the original for as long as possible.” “I’d like that too.” He said lifting his mask to press a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

Twice

🎭 Twice met you in the league, you fascinated him because you always knew what he was going to say before he said it, you trusted him before anyone else did and you always looked out for him. 🎭 You often silenced his mind long enough for him to have a thought of his own, he hated it when you weren’t around and always worried that he was more of a nuisance that clung to you than anything else. 🎭 He thought that you were magic whenever you predicted what would happen later that day, even when you explained that it was part of your quirk. 🎭 He trusted everyone and you trusted no one, you kept an eye on him and kept him safe from anyone who wanted to betray him.

Your dream showed you Jin’s death and you weren’t going to let that happen especially not by the hands of someone like Hawks, you waited in the dark room as Hawks led Jin in, you waited, you saw him lift the feather over his head and you darted out knocking the feather away and stabbing him in the shoulder “not that great of a spy are you?” You asked. “You… Knew…” He breathed. “I’m pretty good at pretending too.” You pulled the blade out of his shoulder and attempted to stab him again. Hawks caught your hand this time and you looked at him and smirked. “Twice! Go now!” You ordered. “I can’t leave you here.” He said as he reached forwards, you kicked Hawks away and turned to him. “I won’t be alone for long, but they need you out there to get the battle back on track so go and do your job and I’ll meet you on the other side I promise.” You smiled. “On three you go and I’ll keep him occupied.” “But-!” “Jin, I will be there once this is done.” You promised pressing a kiss to his forehead, after a quick countdown you turned in time to grab Hawks and kick him into the far back corner of the room holding him down. Jin escaped the room. “You're willing to die for him?” Hawks asked. “I’m willing to kill for him.” You corrected. “(Y/N) move.” Dabi ordered as you rolled out of the way of his attack. “Go.” “Yes sir.” You mock saluted him as you hoped over the side of the bannister onto the second floor of the building, you moved for the stairs finding your way to Compress, Toga and Twice. “You’re okay!” Twice called as he ran over to you looking over your body. “I’m okay, I promised after all.” You smiled “Dabi is dealing with the traitor now. Let’s get to work, we’ve got heroes to get rid of.” “Right!” Toga and Twice cheered as you adjusted your grip on the bloody knives in your hands ready for whatever came next.

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[hanniballover67]

“You’re eighteen for God’s sake!”

Scott slammed his way through the kitchen door, kicking it back with his heel.

“Don’t you walk away from me Scott!”

His blonde fringe wobbled as he rounded on his father.

“So all of this “one shouldn’t hide who they are, they should live their life and love whom they love” is for everyone but your son? Is that it, huh?”

The tears pricked at his eyes as he stared down his Dad, his best friend. The one person Scott truly trusted in the whole world.

His dad paled as he took in Scott’s words. He blinked back tears of his own as his mouth wobbled.

“God, Scott. No. It’s not because you’re gay. I’m so sorry you thought that. I’m so truly sorry.”

His dad reached out for Scott and before he knew it he was sobbing in his arms, confusion and anger and relief and pain coursing through him.

“It’s because he’s so much older than you, my dear boy. How do you - “

Scott pulled back to look his beloved father in the eye.

“It’s not like that! I did all the chasing once it was obvious we liked each other. He’s good to me, dad.”

Robert McCall, retired intelligence agent, vigilante, man of mystery cried into his son’s hair. Scott had never seen him like this.

Panicked he whispered “Dad?”

Robert pulled him in tighter as he soaked Scott’s T-shirt with his tears.

“Dad, please talk to me.”

His dad hiccoughed.

“I’m sorry I’ve let you down so badly, Scott.”

Scott’s forehead furrowed with confusion.

“…Dad?”

“I couldn’t keep you safe so now you’re finding that with a middle-aged… what does he do?”

Scott laughed as he wiped his father’s face clean.

“He’s a councilman.”

Robert nodded.

“Where did you meet him?”

Scott blushed as he ducked his head.

“Scott!”

Scott swiped at his own tears.

“I saw him coming out of a coffee shop and, Dad, he’s so unbelievably gorgeous! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I tripped over the kerb! He ran over to help me up and when he looked into my eyes it felt like I was having a heart attack.”

His dad stroked the side of Scott’s face.

“My baby boy.”

Scott met his dad’s eyes. Trepidation and hope chasing each other across his face.

“He’s a good man, dad. You’d like him.”

Robert nodded as he stared into Scott’s eyes.

“How does he feel about brisket?”

Scott’s face broke out into a broad smile.

His dad’s brisket wasn’t offered to just anyone!

“I’ll ask him.”

#william zabka #billy zabka #Ralph Macchio #older man you get man #Scott mccall #the equalizer #Archie Rodriguez #ugly Betty #Robert McCall #first love #true love #family dynamics #protective father #this was fluffier than I expected! #fluff

[coltermorning]

Wanted: Day Three (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Away from camp where Arthur can keep a better eye on you, the pair of you argue your differences to pass the time and take advantage of the nearby lake.

Author’s Notes: Part three of this one.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, eventual smut, enemies to lovers

AO3 Link

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Wanted: Day Three

Word count: 5764

“You keep talking like that and you’ll lose the privilege.”

“You’re awfully threatening for a man who never follows through with them.”

You and Arthur had started the day bright and early with a shouting match over the fact that you had barely gotten any sleep, the colder weather and his hack job of a tie down keeping you from it. You had tried and failed for most of the night to pull free, and now your arms ached nearly as badly as the rest of you.

“Said you’d kill me and you didn’t,” you spat. “Twice. Now you’re threatening to, what, gag me? Keep me quiet? But you won’t. I reckon you got the least nerve out of any bounty hunter I know.”

He was trying hard to keep you from getting under his skin, but this seemed to cross a line. He stood and approached you where you still sat, bound and livid.

“You want me to hurt you?”

His words were low and quiet, intimidating in a way you had never felt from him. You took a breath. “I want you to quit mouthing off and untie me.”

“Oh, I ain’t thought of that. Sure, why don’t I just let you run off back to New Austin while I’m at it?”

You gritted your teeth. “From the ground, you bastard.”

He scoffed, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a dismissal. “Why should I? You ain’t been nothing but a pain in the ass since I ran you out of that basin.”

You didn’t have a good argument for this other than that your back was killing you and you had to relieve yourself. You looked to the lake and had an idea.

“Because I…need a wash.”

He did laugh this time. “You want me to go find a tub while I’m at it, draw you a bath? I ain’t your caretaker. You can sit there and rot for three days for all I care.”

“Please.” You tried your hardest to be sincere in the word.

He regarded your for all of a heartbeat before that snide smile overtook his face. “How’s that taste?”

“Please. I need to relieve myself, and I feel like my muscles are about to snap any second.”

“What did I just say? You’ll have to deal with it. Besides, I ain’t falling for that crap.”

“It’s not crap,” you said, your anger surprising you. You hadn’t felt it take over like this in years.

He nodded, holding your eye as he kept that infuriating smile plastered on his face. “Sure.”

You didn’t have it in you to answer him. To take that bait only for him to deny you again. So you sat instead, taking a long breath and looking out at the lake. The water was probably freezing anyway. And while it would be good means for escape, it would also be good means to get shot. Or drown.

“You know what?” he asked, following your gaze and looking out over the water. “That ain’t such a bad idea. I reckon I’ll have a wash myself.”

You shot him a nasty look, the man radiating pure smugness as he reached for his boot. You watched, unbelieving you had been caught by such an ignorant, arrogant bastard of a man. He stripped his boots, his gear, his coat. All in clear view of you, all while knowing just how much it got under your skin to do so. He took his shirt and pants off too, left in only a union suit that he started to unbutton when he caught your eye.

You realized you’d been watching his hands unbutton the thin fabric and snapped your gaze to his face instead, pure hatred spilling from you.

“It’s okay to look,” he teased. “Probably the most entertainment you’ll get out this way.”

“You’re so full of yourself. It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, I ain’t got nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart,” he said as he pulled the union suit from his shoulders. You were about to call him on the nickname until you saw those damned arms of his, how broad-chested he was. He was sculpted in muscle, beautiful bodied, and it only made you madder. It would be so much easier to stand this, to laugh in his face, if he was ugly and marred under all that clothing. But now you could only grit your teeth and look away as he pulled his remaining clothing off.

“Have it your way,” he said on a laugh, the sound of him wading into the water soon reaching you. You knew the lake was as cold as you had guessed when he winced and slowed his progress, his steps further and further apart. After long enough, you finally heard splashing and turned to see him working the lake water over his shoulders, washing the grit from his skin. You let out an annoyed huff of breath and turned away, shifting your body so that your back was to him, trying to swallow your anger and come up with a better plan than this.

For the first time in your life, you were drawing a blank on what to do. Most bounty hunters weren’t as smart, weren’t as stubborn, and didn’t have the resources to keep you tied up so well for so long. You needed to get free if you were going to best this man, and he wasn’t budging on that subject. The only outlet you had was convincing him that his gang members were right and he was wrong for capturing you. But even with that, he seemed to bury his head in the sand and ignore what was right in front of him. Maybe if you made him feel guilty over it, you could get through to him better. Even if it meant giving up in a sense. You decided that was the only way and that you would have to risk the dangers of the lake. As far as strategy went, it was your best option. You just prayed luck would turn in your favor once more, lest you wind up with a hole in your head courtesy of the man at your back.

After a short while, you heard Arthur walk out of the lake and toward you to dress.

“Water’s nice. You should try it.”

You turned and shot him a nasty look only to see that he had barely gotten his union suit back over his hips. What little fabric covered him didn’t leave much to the imagination. And he was annoyingly well endowed. Damn him.

“Careful. You let that mouth of yours go any slacker, you’ll start catching flies.”

You clamped your mouth shut and composed yourself, trying hard to focus on your plan and keep from arguing with him. That was all he wanted. He wanted you to ease his guilt. He wanted you to be defiant enough to make him think he was doing the right thing. No longer.

You let out a long sigh, giving him a minute so that you were sure he was somewhat dressed when you turned to him.

“Why didn’t you kill me? Back in Blackwater?”

His face set with a flat look you couldn’t figure a meaning for. He took a moment to answer, halfway through buttoning his shirt when he spoke. “I considered it.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I only kill people I see as threats.” You thought back to the only time he had shot at you—after you had nearly escaped him back in that canyon.

“So I wasn’t threatening enough for you?”

He smirked. “Threatening, no. Annoying as all hell maybe. But you were hopping away unarmed, still bound up in all that rope, knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere. Why would I kill you when I could catch you just as quick and save myself the bother?”

“Because you said you would.”

This seemed to have the effect you wanted, as he finished with his shirt before responding, frowning all the while. “You wanted me to kill you then? That’s why you did it?”

“No.” The truth was, you hadn’t been thinking at all at the time. He had been marching you straight to your death, and your panic had set in so deep you did the only thing you could do, no matter how futile. You debated keeping this to yourself then remembered what you had to do to get through to him. “You ever…been so scared you would die you’d do anything to get out of it?” You met his eye, and by the way his gaze faltered, you knew you’d hit your mark.

You didn’t expect him to answer, but his voice rose quietly. “Sure.”

You chose your next words carefully. “I had to try. I…want to live.”

To your disappointment, that goddamn smirk overtook his face. “Should have thought of that before you killed all those people. And blew up someone meaner than you, that was your worst mistake.”

You wanted to argue that he wasn’t meaner than you or he would have killed you already. If your roles were reversed, you certainly would have killed him by now. Him and that smart mouth. But you didn’t say this, taking a different course.

“You think I killed those people for fun? I been running for nigh on two years now, all because a well-respected family tried to pin something on me I didn’t do, destroyed my good name, and told everyone around to shoot me on sight. Only I wouldn’t go down so easy. I spent an entire year trying to clear my name, to no avail, and ever since they’ve sent one bounty hunter after another after me. That’s what raised my bounty so high. They just want me silenced now, want me to go away.”

To your surprise, Arthur’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Seems you and me got that in common.”

He held your eye a heartbeat too long. It took everything in you not to smile in triumph, to hold his gaze with a hard look of your own instead. You were finally getting somewhere.

“Anyway,” he said, waving the moment away like it was nothing. He picked up his gun belt and fastened it, brought his satchel around him. “I’m gonna go find something to eat. Don’t wait up.”

You scoffed, feeling your shoulders slump on their own accord.

Arthur made for his horse and pulled a gun out of his scabbard that you recognized. “Hey!”

He turned to you with a grin. “What, you like it?” He was holding your rifle in his hands, the tic marks you had carved into its side plain as day from where you sat. “I usually don’t take a man’s gun until after he’s dead, but I like this one too much to wait that long.”

You hated him then. More than anything. You despised him for the way he talked about handing you over to your own death like it was nothing. You vowed then and there if you got free, you would kill him. Brutally.

You didn’t give Arthur the satisfaction of some lightweight insult and instead stayed quiet as he retreated into the nearby woods with a grim laugh, your eyes following him all the while. When he was out of your line of sight, you tried again to free yourself. This time, you sawed the ropes at your wrists against the one tied to the stake, back and forth, hoping they would tear themselves apart with the friction. After what had to be five minutes of doing this, you gave up. He had tied you up so tightly there wasn’t room enough to move the ropes against each other properly. You stilled and decided to save your energy. You would need it if your last resort came to fruition.

Not long after, Arthur approached from the bank to your left with a beaver hanging over his shoulder. You knew your rifle was too powerful for such an animal but kept your mouth firmly shut about it.

“Soup’s on,” he said, throwing the beaver at your feet. He returned your gun to his saddle then proceeded to skin the animal, setting some of the meat to cook above the fire. Your mouth watered at the sound of it sizzling. But again, you didn’t say anything as he worked. And you remained quiet until finally, he shocked you by walking to your back and cutting clean through the rope at your hands.

“Since you seemed to remember your manners,” he taunted, circling you. “Plus, I ain’t feeding you again. You can get it yourself. Oh, and you try anything, and I put a bullet through you. That ain’t a threat, it’s a promise. You clear on that?”

You nodded, rubbing the skin at your wrists, bending forward so your back got a break from sitting straight so long. You ate your fill and savored every bite, not having had anything as good for days. You considered escape all the while. If you found a way to incapacitate Arthur long enough, you could cut through the rope at your feet with the knife at his hip. You would kill him with it too. You had to now—it was an urge not only formed from hatred but from knowing he would pursue you to the ends of the earth if you didn’t. You wondered whether his precious gang would come after you for killing one of their own. They certainly seemed close enough to hold that sort of a grudge. You shook the thought away when Arthur tossed you a canteen, like he would pull the words right from your mind if you didn’t stop thinking about them. You looked to him in question.

“I won’t offer again,” he said, nodding to the canteen. You hadn’t seen him drink from it and were somewhat suspicious of it but raised it to your lips anyway. If he wanted to poison you after all this time, he was an even bigger fool than you thought.

When the water hit your tongue, you nearly moaned. It was the only thing you had had to quench your thirst besides Charles’ kindness back in that camp, and your mouth was dry as a bone because of it. You chugged it down, nearly draining the whole thing before Arthur said, “Easy,” and came and snatched the canteen out of your hands. You shot him daggers for it but again didn’t speak. He chuckled. “Don’t take much to make a person compliant, you know.” He walked around the fire to face you, his hand resting on the gun at his hip as he drank. “For some, it’s water. Or food. But for you, it seems to be hope.” Your gaze narrowed. “I control your hope, I control you. Whatever’s left of it.”

He wasn’t wrong. And it scared you he had read you so well. It wasn’t hard to guess at, but if he knew you still had some kind of hope left, then he knew you were still planning to get out of this. And that lowered your chances of doing so significantly.

“Tell you what,” he said, taking his gun out of its holster and tossing the canteen to his feet, the thing giving an empty clunking sound when it hit the dirt. “I’ve decided to be kind today. I can at least give you one last good day.” He made sure his gun was loaded, spinning the cylinder and clicking it back into place. “We can play a little game of sorts while we’re at it.” He leveled you with a satisfied smirk, waiting for you to ask him about his grand idea.

You sighed in annoyance. “What game?”

“I’ll let you go for a swim if you want. But the second you go under, I start shooting. And I gotta warn you, I don’t miss.” His smirk had turned into a flash of teeth, his grin making you madder than the game he proposed. There went your last chance at escape. You were a strong swimmer and may have still stood a chance, but was that something you wanted to risk? “What do you say?”

Your eyes met his and you nodded. “Sure. But no games. I just want a wash, that’s it.”

He shrugged. “Have it your way. But I would have preferred the challenge.”

You rolled your eyes and put your hands on the ground, pushing yourself up. You looked to him, expecting him to cut the rope at your feet. He just nodded toward the lake, neglecting to do anything of the sort. You refrained from saying the cutting words on your tongue and shuffled your feet, making slow progress toward the lakeshore. To your annoyance, Arthur followed. Once you got to the water and debated whether to shed any of your clothes or not, he rounded you.

“I ain’t taking no chances with you,” he said, making a show of holstering his gun but leaving it visible. He then reached for the lapels of your coat.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you said, leaning back.

He met your eyes, and instead of anger, you found a knowing satisfaction lingering in his gaze. “You want to freeze to death when night falls because you were too stubborn to shed your clothes?”

“It ain’t about the clothes,” you snapped. “It’s about you taking them off.”

He smiled then. “Well in that case, I’m definitely doing it.”

He reached for you once more and you smacked his hand away. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why that made his smile grow wider. Quicker than you could stop him, he moved to your back and trapped your arms against your sides by wrapping his own around you. “I’ll tie you up again and let you drown out there, mark my words.” When you relaxed enough to show that, as much as you hated him for it, you would let him get this over with so that you could keep your hands free and get in the lake already, he slowly released you. “Good girl,” he purred in your ear. You debated rounding and punching him straight in the nose for it. But you held your temper down for the hundredth time and let him be.

He brought his hands to your coat, slowly pulling it away, and something about the feeling made you snap. You could barely shift your weight to do something about it before he had his hand around your throat and trapped you against his chest, speaking lowly in your ear. “Behave.”

You hated yourself for it, but you fought off a shiver at the word. Something about his voice, the demanding way he said it, the feel of his strong chest at your back…you didn’t want to admit what it did to you. Didn’t even want to think about it. You stood stock still and let the feeling pass instead, waiting for him to let go of you. He reluctantly did so and went back to undressing you without a word—something you thought was odd, considering it was the perfect moment to say something stupid like he normally did. But you didn’t linger on that thought for long, as the feeling of needing to get out from under his hands took hold once more. You fought it and let him be, solely for the fact that you needed to get in the lake and make up your mind about whether or not to run.

Arthur pulled your coat from your arms, rounded you and unbuttoned your shirt. He untucked it, meeting your eye with an annoying smugness when the action pulled your hips toward him.

“Can you move quicker than this?” you snapped.

“Am I bothering you?”

“Always,” you said under your breath, but he caught it.

“You better think about being kinder to me. I don’t have to allow any of this, you know.”

“Oh how terrible it must be,” you said flatly. “To have to submit yourself to undressing a woman. I’m just putting you out, aren’t I?”

“Really, you are. I’m being awful lenient toward someone I plan on seeing swing in a few days.”

At the mention of that, you clamped your mouth shut once more. Your anger got the better of you, and you decided then and there to wait for a better opportunity to escape so that you could take him down in the process. You considered slapping him silly too, but you needed to keep your hands free. You fought down the urge.

Arthur chuckled as he unsheathed his knife, waving it at you. “You try anything, and I gut you.”

You looked away from him, toward the lake instead as he crouched and cut the rope at your feet. The need to kick him in the face was so hard to tamp down on that you clenched your fists to have something to do with all that restless energy. Arthur moved to the buttons on your pants before pulling them down your legs slowly, purposely trying to get a rise out of you. It took everything in you not to give in, in violence or in words.

He finally stepped away and looked at you with a surprising amount of anger. You didn’t know what that look was for but didn’t care.

“You do the rest,” he said, pulling his gun out again.

You understood then—he wasn’t going to pull your boots off your feet like some groveling maid. That would be bordering on selfless, something that was beneath him. You rolled your eyes and took your boots off, leaving behind nothing but your chemise and a jittery anticipation for the cold bite of the water.

~

He should not have done this. He had made a grave mistake. Arthur was already warring with himself over whether or not you deserved to live, and this only made things ten times worse. He had been letting you swim over his own indecision, then undressing you to get under your skin, but it had had the opposite effect. He had pulled you into him earlier meaning to threaten you but found that he couldn’t get the words out, the only thing coming to him a demand to behave while trying desperately to hide what his voice was betraying. And now, he could barely get your clothes off of you before needing to step away, making you finish the job because he couldn’t take his mind off of his hands on your body. What the hell was wrong with him?

He circled back around to the fire, needing to clear his head and get his eyes off of you for a moment. It was a ridiculously foolish thing to do considering he had cut you loose, but he couldn’t help it. He would do something much more foolish if he didn’t.

He walked to the far side of the fire so that he faced the lake but didn’t look up as he heard you begin to wade into the water. Why was he acting this way? He knew he couldn’t let go of the disagreements of the gang concerning you, but it was more than that. It was the thought that after all you had told him about your past, you weren’t much different than him. In fact, you probably deserved a killing even less than he did. You would have fit right in with his gang except that you probably wouldn’t have even agreed to that, being too righteous to do such a thing. So not only were you innocent and scorned, but he was holding a good person hostage, playing right into the hand of the very people he had been brought up to hate. Where did that leave him?

He knew the obvious answer was to let you go, and he was seriously considering it. But all his pitiful attempts at riling you—not to mention the harsh way he had treated you the past few days—would be enough to anger anyone to violence. Especially someone as deadly as you. So if he did let you go, would you try to kill him for it? He wouldn’t hesitate to defend himself if you did and would be willing to bet you’d wind up dead at his hand. Then he would feel even more guilt over going after you at all. Maybe he could threaten you into leaving, acting angry enough for you to think you got off easy and take the rare opportunity. In fact, that was beginning to look like his best option when Arthur heard a splash of water loud enough to make him snap to attention.

Instead of trying to escape, you were doing just as he said to do—standing belly deep in the water and washing, nothing more. What’s worse, you had stripped your chemise off too, and he watched your bare back a moment too long before looking away in shame. He couldn’t tell if his sudden attraction to you was formed from guilt or from the realization that you weren’t much different from any of the women he ran with. You were better, actually. And he stamped down on that thought quickly, so as not to cloud his judgement further.

He let you stay in the water as long as you wanted, looking up occasionally to make sure you hadn’t tried to run, not knowing what he would do if you did. He finally decided he would make his decision about what to do with you tomorrow, trying his best to keep up the same threatening act he’d used on you so far to keep you from noticing he was at war with himself over it. That made him calm some, and he took a long breath and vowed to make the rest of the day a boring, eventless one so that he wouldn’t have to think about the mistakes he had made concerning you for another second.

Arthur soon realized he had a problem—you were naked, and you would have to walk back out of that lake straight at him. He knew in order for you not to notice anything was amiss, he had to act smug about it. He had to look you over with a grin and pretend like his heart wasn’t racing when he did. He hoped with all his might that he could do so convincingly. He didn’t have it in him to argue if you called his bluff. Not with all the guilt flooding him.

Soon enough, he did exactly as he should have, sporting a lazy grin when you began walking out of the water. He never took his eyes off of you, partially to convince you, mainly because he couldn’t. You were such a sight that his breath caught. He wished then he had never let you get in that lake—he wouldn’t be able to erase the memory of you all bare for the rest of his days.

He cleared his throat before speaking to make sure his voice didn’t shoot too low. “You gonna tie yourself back up for me or make me do it?”

You shot him a nasty look, beginning to redress. He watched your every movement as you did, gripping the gun still in his hand so tightly it hurt.

“I…thanks, I guess,” you said softly, but he didn’t miss the hatred in your voice.

Once you had your chemise back on and he could breathe properly, he spoke. “I didn’t know any better, and I’d think you’re trying to butter me up.” He stepped around the fire toward you. “To appeal to my…better nature.”

“I know better than that,” you spat. “You don’t have one of those.”

He chuckled. “Maybe not.” There was more truth to that statement than you could ever know.

Once you were fully dressed, you glared at him and stood stock still, leaving the cut up ropes at your feet. He got the message and kept his gun at his side as he approached, making you eye the weapon. Little did you know, he didn’t have it in him to hurt you with it. Not anymore.

He fished more rope out of his satchel and stepped behind you, tying your hands first. He was shocked you let him do it without a fight and was reminded of your silence when he had taken you from camp. Like you wanted him to do it, like you had bigger plans of your own. He had the feeling you were constantly weighing his every move, deciding what would benefit you best in an attempt to escape. He was thinking again that you were smarter than he cared for when he finished with the ropes and stepped away. You hobbled over and sat by the fire without a word, refusing to look at him. That was all right by him—he didn’t have to think about you quite so much if you weren’t nagging him like you usually did.

The rest of the day passed achingly slowly, and Arthur debated tying you to something and getting away for a while. He didn’t though, not wanting to risk you escaping and sneaking up on him. If it weren’t for the threat you posed, he would have gladly done it and prayed you were gone when he returned, nothing but a pile of empty ropes. It would certainly be easier on him.

He fed you again in the afternoon, warring with himself over doing so. You had eyed him with suspicion, and he knew it was only a matter of time before you called him out on treating you with such mercy. To keep you from doing just that, he tied you to a nearby tree when darkness fell, retreating to his tent without a word as you spat insult after insult at him for leaving you out in the cold. It was noticeably colder than the night before, and he figured it would send the message that nothing was amiss better than anything. You had a coat besides. You would be fine until he figured out what to do with you when morning came.

Arthur drifted off in the early evening and was awoken hours later by wind so strong it made the trees shake around him. He stuck his head out of the tent to see you sitting where he left you, still awake.

“It’ll rain soon,” you shouted over the roar of the wind. “Gonna make me sleep out here in it?”

It was all he could do not to answer you, or worse, to give in. He gritted his teeth and cursed himself as he closed his tent once more, inside and away from the weather, knowing he was damning himself every second he ignored you. So be it. He still had hours until he needed to make a decision.

~

The bastard had shut you out. You felt the first few raindrops fall cold and thick, their impact with your skin making you shiver. One slid down your back and made you pull at your ropes to change positions, not wanting to feel that iciness again. Then, like that had only been a taste, the heavens seemed to open up, the giant maw of the sky pouring freezing rain down so thick you started to shake uncontrollably. You reined in your tears, knowing how unhelpful that would be.

To your complete surprise, not even a minute had passed when you saw a flash of canvas—Arthur had stepped out of his tent and was marching toward you. Without a word, he rounded the tree and cut you away from it, not untying you but picking you up in his arms. He carried you to his tent, your mouth shut in total shock at his act. It was possible he only did it to keep you from freezing to death, but you couldn’t deny it seemed somewhat caring.

He ducked in and set you on the far left, leaving you tied as he laid down against the opposite wall, turning his back to you. That wasn’t very smart of him, but you were thankful besides. The tent wasn’t exactly warm, and water still dripped in in some places, but it was much better than sitting outside in the rain. The constant downpour was so loud it was even a bit relaxing now. You debated thanking him but didn’t, thinking that may be pushing your luck. You did, however, turn to look at the gun belt he wore. His blade and gun were missing, probably on his other side. You cursed your lot and turned back over, mad at him all over again. It didn’t make any sense. Why was he taking such care to keep you alive only to have you killed in three days time? Why was he suddenly setting you free to wash, feeding you, letting you sleep in his tent? The answer to that hit you like a train—all this wordless kindness started when you had taken your clothes off. There was only one logical explanation for that: this man wanted you. He was lying as far away as he could so as not to touch your rain-soaked body. He probably hated himself for it too, telling himself this would all be over soon, that the temptation would pass when he turned you in. But still, there was enough feeling there for him to drag you in here in the first place. That, you could work with.

You fumbled with your tied feet and got them under you enough to turn over, facing him. You scooted closer until you touched him, your body lined against his, making him flinch.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m freezing. You’re warm.”

“Get off of me before I throw you back outside. You’re wet.”

You nuzzled into him tighter, curling into his back, wondering if you could make him give in.

“Quit,” he snarled, sitting up. He shoved you away and took the bedroll out from under you, throwing it over you before laying back down with his back turned once more. Again, caring. But not enough to free you, not enough to convince him that what he was doing was wrong.

You evaded sleep and came up with a better plan, knowing you had hours to enact such a thing and the perfect setup—close quarters. You smiled. You would have him cutting through your bounds in no time.

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Part four is here.

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~ Chapter 6. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I can't really remember when I fell asleep. Hyun-su and I talked for a long time, but I guess I was too tired to stay awake.

Maybe it was because the couch I was sitting on was soft and comfortable, which is totally the opposite of sleeping on the ground.

Usually, I would fight to stay awake because of the nightmares I had.

However, I didn't have one this time. For the first time in the few months I have lived here I had a peaceful sleep. I don't know how long I have slept, but when I woke up I felt less tired than before.

My eyes scanned the room seeing that we were still in the backroom. I almost jumped up when I felt something move underneath my head. I turned around quickly realizing I was lying on Hyun-su's lap with my head. I definitely don't remember falling asleep like this.

My eyes snapped to my waist when I felt some weight on it. A burning sensation quickly rises to my cheek when I notice Hyun-su's hand lying on it securely. Biting the inside of my cheek I look back up at him.

I was debating whether to wake him up, but then I remembered that he was exhausted and needed a good sleep. It looked like he was getting it.

His chest was rising up and down peacefully, while he lay with his head against the wall. It surprised me that nobody had come looking for me or to take over guard duty.

They either don't care or it hasn't been a long time since I was here. Maybe it was best to get up and go outside. I just know that they would react crazy if they saw me here inside.

Carefully I took Hyun-su's hand placing it on the seat before slowly lifting myself up from his lap. Finally standing up, I turned around to look at the sleeping boy.

A small smile came to my lips when I saw how peaceful and relaxed he was right now. I took the first aid kit from the ground before silently walking to the door. It was a hasel to open it without making a lot of noise, but I succeeded in not waking him while doing so.

Taking the lock and key I pause for a second looking at it. This still felt wrong. I should be in there as well. I hate that Eun-hyuk makes me keep it a secret.

Shaking my head I put the lock on it clicking it shut before walking away. This can't go on forever. What if more people turned and there were too many people to be locked up? For a moment I stop in my tracks when I hear people arguing behind the door.

It sounded like Eun-yu and Ji-su. Oh no this can only end badly. Swing the metal door open I saw Eun-hyuk was there as well. Maybe he can calm them down if I can't.

"You aren't even my real brother."

Ubruptly is stopped moving hearing her say that, but I didn't have time to fully think about it when a slapping sound echoed through the room.

Totally surprised and in shock I looked at the back Eun-hyuk after he just had slapped her. Quickly I shook the shock away and ran up to the two.

"Eun-hyuk!" I hist coming to a halt next to them.

A look of shame came on his face while trying to look at anything but his sister. Eun-yu looked right at him with so much hatred before speaking up.

"You're fucking unbelievable."

After that, she walked away not sparing any glance at us. I shook my head walking in front of him.

"For someone smart like you it surprises me that you stoop so low. You two should be happy that you still have each other. Some of us aren't as lucky as you two." A look of guilt washes over his face, but he doesn't speak.

Without looking at him again I turned around hoping to find Eun-yu somewhere. It honestly surprised me that he slapped her.

You would think Eun-yu would have done it a long time ago, but she has never laid her hands on him. Even if she was extremely angry.

It took me a while to find her, but when I did she was sitting against a wall at the entrance of the stairwell outside. Angrily she puffs out some smoke before angrily putting her cigarette back in her mouth and repeating the cycle.

Not saying a thing I took a seat on the opposite wall of her. I know if I would talk to her now she would just snap at me and build up those walls again, so it was better to let her calm down before I would open my mouth.

"He's a fucking idiot." She mutters out looking outside.

"I can't argue you with that," I said pulling my knees to my chest and leaning on it with my arms and chin.

"I hate him." I poke the inside of my cheek knowing she now hates him, but deep down she doesn't.

"I know," I whisper looking down.

A scoft left her lips at my answer.

"You're not going to tell me I'm wrong?"

I look up meeting her gaze shaking my head.

"Why would I? If you feel like that now. I can't tell you what you should be feeling."

Through squint eyes, she stared at me before shaking her head.

"I hate it! I hate everything that has happened in the past! Why did I have to beg and whine so that they would come to my ballet?! Why did they have to facking die?! Why did they have to adopt me!? I'm a horrible person! Ugh, why?!" She yelled out in frustration putting her hands in her hair after tosing her cigarette out.

"Eun-yu, you're not. You are just being you. The honest, not afraid to put people in their place, sarcastically, caring you. There is nothing horrible about that. If you were a horrible person you wouldn't have talked to me on the rooftop the first day we met. You were the first person in my life who treated me normally when we met." She pulled her hands away looking at me curiously.

I let out a sigh contemplating if I should tell this or not to her.

Fuck it.

"You're the first friend I have ever had in my life."

A shocked expression washes over her face.

"My upbringing wasn't like everyone else normally has."

I press my lips together looking down at the ground before continuing.

"I'm an orphan."

I was afraid to look up and see her reaction. She told me she was one, but I have never told her that I was one too. What if she is made that I kept it a secret?

Mustering up all my courage I moved my eyes up meeting hers eventually. She had her eyes focused on me, but I couldn't see if she was mad or anything really.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She eventually asks not taking her eyes off me.

I shrug my shoulders letting out a sigh.

"I didn't want you to be burdened with my problems when you had yours." Her eyes scanned me up and down before she leaned forward slapping one of my legs.

"Ow! What was that for!?" I asked her rubbing the spot she had hit.

"For thinking like that! God Mi-na! You can be so stubborn sometimes!" She rolled her eyes shaking her head.

"Sorry," I whisper with a small smile.

We were silent for a sec think about what we just had said before she spoke up again.

"But that's not all, isn't it?"

Pressing my lips together I shook my head.

"They weren't really the nicest people who ran the orphanage. I have seen a lot of bad and dark stuff in that place. I knew that at one point they wanted to get rid of me, so they sold me off to some man to get married. It came to a point that I just wanted out, so I ran when I was eighteen and could be free. I wanted to be as far as possible from that place. Just in case they would look for me"

"So you came here?" I nodded my head.

"I was so scared they would fine me even if I moved to a whole other continent." To be honest, I'm still scared, well I was until the whole ending of the world started.

They would be crazy if they still wanted to find me in this mess.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that stuff." I shrug my shoulders.

"It's fine. It's not like I knew something else than that life. I have been living there since I was a baby. Not having a memory of my parents may have helped having less pain. I have seen kids suffer while still remembering their birth parents. It wasn't pretty and I don't know if they would ever get over that." There were a lot of nights were new kids would cry for their parents. It was awful to hear to pain in their cries.

"You don't have anything from your parents?" She asked curious.

"My name and a book. When I was found I was wrapped in a blanket with a book. It was Bram Stoker's Dracula. One of the characters' names was Mina and in that book, the name was underlined or circled a bunch of times, so they guessed my name was that. But they just gave me a first name. I only got a last name when they made sure I wasn't claimed afterward and was sent to the orphanage, but the moment it ran away from there I changed my last name to Yun seeing I would come here. I almost changed my first name too, but I just kept it. Seeing it was the only thing I got from my birth parents." I lost that book a few years ago. Well, Miss Ward had taken it and I hadn't seen it sens then.

"Besides the horrible stuff that happened to you, I'm happy you moved here. It made living here more bearable." She put her hand out for me to take it with a small smile on her face.

"I'm happy too," I answer before grabbing it.

The moment my skin touched her a shock of pain shot through me. Somehow I knew that it was her pain.

"You're in pain," I mumble out looking her up and down trying to see if she was hurt.

She pulled her hand from mine looking shocked before her cold face came back.

"No, how would you even know that?" I shook my head trying to grab her hand again, but she pulled away out of my reach.

If I couldn't see an injury on her then it had to be her ankle. Before she could do something I grabbed her ankle and pulled her sock down. Her already injured ankle looked worse than it normally does.

"When did this happen?" I asked holding her back from pulling away from me.

She let out a groan when she saw that I wasn't going to let her go.

"It doesn't matter." I press my lips tightly together before carefully putting my fingers on the injured ankle.

'Take it.'

What?

'Take it, take the pain.'

I was so confused about what the voice meant, but for some reason, I knew what I needed to do.

I just thought about Eun-yu's injured ankle and the pain she was also in. Second later black veins appeared on the hand that was lying on her injury. I watch as it grows bigger quickly crawling up my arm underneath my sleeves.

The first thing I felt was cold, but it quickly changed to warmth the higher it got in my body. I could feel it spread through my veins, making my whole body warm.

I noticed that it gave me more energy. The feeling of tiredness and the ache of the headache I had been experiencing slowly went away.

"What the...." I snapped out of the trance when I heard Eun-yu mutter out loud.

Quickly I pulled my hand away scared she would run away or be scared of me.

"How.." She started but was cut off when Ji-su came running around the corner.

"Mi-na, we need you!"

I gave her a look of confusion, but that quickly vanished when she said the next words.

"It's Hyun-su. He's in trouble."

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[thefuzzzz]

Jasico Bingo Challenge #23!!

Prompt: Love Letter

Jason had just given Nico a long hug goodbye before his quest. Nico tried to convince him that the quest wasn't dangerous. He said it would be simple, and he'd be back at camp soon. However, the terrified look behind his eyes said something different. 

Jason changed out of his camp shirt and into a hoodie before turning to lay in bed. His gaze was captured by a piece of paper on his nightstand, one he was sure he hadn't left there.

He plucked it off the table and unfolded it, eyes falling on neat handwriting he only hardly recognized from its elegant cursive. It was from Nico.

"Jason, I'm sorry I'm telling you this in a letter, but fear restrains me. It's the night before my quest and I'm the most scared I've ever been in my life. Tartarus wasn't as scary as this. The reason I'm so afraid is because you've made my life worth living. You make me want to love and be loved. Believe me, I do love you. I'm in love with you. I didn't notice at first, I thought I only saw you as a friend. But, as the days dragged on and we were together more and more, I realized just how fond I was.  If you don't feel the same, that's perfectly fine and we can live our lives like this never happened. Still, if this quest does go how I think it will, I might not get to move on. I had to tell you before I couldn't. I needed you to know how I felt. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Always yours, Nico"

Jason felt his eyes well with tears. He rarely cried, but there were so many thoughts running through his head at once that he was pretty sure his head might explode. He loved Nico too, of course he did. He cared for Nico more than anyone in his life.

Jason crawled into bed, and for the first time in years, he prayed to the gods that this quest would go well. He couldn't stand to live without Nico, especially now that he knew how he really felt. 

The next few days were hell. Jason did nothing but reread the letter, fight back tears, and worry. 

People started to notice he'd stopped showing up to meals and the campfire. He even stopped training. For the past day, all he'd done was lay in his bed and hope for any sign that Nico was even alive.

The next day, Jason had caught word that Nico was back, but half dead and disappearing into shadow as they spoke.

Jason had never run so fast in his life. He practically flew to the infirmary, heart pounding in his chest and mind racing.

He ran inside, not bothering to tell the Apollo kids why he was there. He rushed into the back room, the one practically reserved for Nico at this point. Medics surrounded him, but Jason could hear Nico's familiar but weak voice.

Jason resisted the urge to shove the healers away and let his mouth pour out every thought he had about Nico in his head. 

However, when the Apollo kids cleared every word he's so perfectly acquired died on his tongue. Even when he was dying, Nico was the most beautiful thing Jason had ever seen. HE felt his eyes tear up again as Nico turned his head to him, smiling faintly.

Jason panicked. He needed Nico to know how he felt. He needed so badly for him to understand how he felt exactly the same. 

So, he pushed their lips together roughly. It was a quick kiss, fast enough to leave Nico bewildered and slow enough for them to settle into it near the end.

Jason pulled away, face red. He was sure Nico's would be too if he wasn't almost dead.

Then, without a word, Jason laughed and hit Nico's arm lightly, making sure not to actually hurt him.

"You unbelievable asshole," Jason said, still grinning. Nico laughed so hard it hurt, which wasn't hard to do right now. "We just kissed and now I'm an asshole?" "I'm so in love with you." "Get your story straight."

Jason laughed and pulled Nico into a hug. "Never ever do that again." Nico smiled softly as their lips connected again.

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[bohemiansweede]

The cabin in the woods

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings 🔞

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READERS POV

My family had a cabin in the deepest darkest forest

It took almost all day to drive up there, but it was worth every minute

The tranquility just to be there..all alone breath in every scent that the lush forest gave

A few times a year since way back when I was a little girl , my family and I had been up here to spending time together

My dad was out in the woods hunting and my mum and I baked cookies and made sure the dinner was ready when he returned

We were happy up here

As I grew older I joined my dad out on the yearly hunt

I felt safe in the woods

Not only because my dad was there , but it was a feeling I had, like something protected me

But , one day my mom was gone

She went missing when she was out searching after us, she never returned. They found her a few days later

…dead

Coroner said it was an animal attack, we had wolves around here but not that big

My dad started to drink heavily. He blamed himself

I dug into my books in school and tried to focus on other things in life , but I missed her every day

It took a few years to go back to the cabin , it was to many memories up there

Instead my dad had been working with the police and the local ranger , determined to figure out what happened

Now it was just me and my dad

Everything had changed

I sat on the porch and listened on the bird’s singing in the trees

I had missed being up here

My dad rumbled around inside trying to organise everything, the ranger had provided him with a map where the wolfs had been seen lately

Suddenly the birds got quiet

I looked around, but I didn’t see anything

- Are you coming sweetheart?

- Yes. I’m coming..

I took my hat on and adjusted my belt

- Look at you.. you are so grown up

I smiled at dad, he had more grey hair in his beard but he was still a stunning man even though the sorrow after mum made him look so weary

We walked away together, deeper into the woods

I still had that feeling from before during the whole hunt but I tried to shove it off

My dad saw a beautiful deer but just as he aimed to shoot ,it took off like it was scared by something it almost ran us over. Dad got so scared that he fired a bullet

It got quiet for a little while but then we heard a sound, a whining, crying

-Do you hear that dad?.. What is that?

- We better go and see

He stood up, took the gun over his shoulder and we went behind a few trees

There it was

A wolf

My dad’s first intention was to shoot it

- No .. NO!!!

Without hesitation I sat down next to it

Carefully toched it’s back

- It’s hurt dad

- Move away sweetheart.. it doesn’t have to suffer anymore

I met the eyes of the wolf

- Please dad… we can save him, I know we can

My dad just shook his head

It was so typical me, when I was a little girl I always took injured birds and squirrels home

He took off his jacket and together we managed to get the wolf on it so we could drag it back to the cabin

Dad made up a fire and I dried the wolfs paws

He was so beautiful

Magnificent creature

Together we tried to wash the wound, dad held its head while I did what I learned already as a little girl

The wolf strained a little but remained unbelievably calm as he understood that we didn’t want to harm him

We gave him meat that we had in the fridge and water

Soon it fell asleep in front of the fireplace

I fell asleep soon after in the sofa, I didn’t want to leave him

In the morning when I woke up he was gone

I ran out looking for him but it was like there wasn’t any trace, I started to cry because I wanted to save him so badly

Dad said that we could go out later on searching but it would probably be fine anyway

Later when we had been searching a big part of the forest around us we returned to find the wolf laying on the porch like he was waiting

He limped inside when we opened the door and laid down on the same spot as yesterday just as he was home. His wound was better today but we cleaned it again and gave him food and water

After I had admired him for a while,I trailed off to sleep, just to find him gone in the morning

The same scenario happened three more nights

Then it was time to go home

I threw a tantrum and cried.. I didn’t want to go home

Dad knew I got attached to the wolf and tried to talk me back to my senses

My struggle was pointless, we went back to town

The leaves got frosty and after the long winter the snow melted away

I sat by my window, always looking out like I was waiting for something or..someone

Ever since we left the cabin I have had the feeling that the wolf was near, my dad said I was crazy

His words “- A wolf ? Here in the city??” Just laughing at me and continuing reading his paper

A few boys in my class tried to get my attention but even though they were nice , it wasn’t exciting, I wanted more. I wanted something else, a rush. But after one of them even contacted my dad, eager to take me out I gave in

The moon above us was full

I looked up a little and admired it , in just a few hours it would have reached its apex

We went down to the local pub

I choose that pub for an other reason, there was this band playing, they were really good But it wasn’t just the music, my eyes were glued on the drummer

He was blonde and his blue eyes almost glowed. Of course he had a reputation that he was a little dangerous, that he liked fast cars and searched after adrenaline

But I wasn’t scared, quite the opposite

There was something about him that made me feel safe, almost a familiar feeling

My eyes wandered while I sipped on my beer, the band had taken a break . I saw the drummer sitting on the edge of the bar looking at me . His eyes never left me , they were piercing right into my core

- Are you ok? Do you need an other beer hunnie?

The boy touched my arm and I could see the man’s eyes turn black

WOLFS POV

I was at the local bar just as all other nights

I came into town , searching.. after HER

I worked in the garage just behind here and my band was playing almost every night

She lived just a few blocks away with her dad

When I first saw her she was just a girl, not more than 9 years old. My life was upside down and my emotions was in a very bad state

Years went by and I was still lost.. drifting around without purpose

But she was like the light in my life

Her giggle could be heard from miles away

She ran in the forest like a free animal, her golden locks danced around her face

But there was one thing

I didn’t know how to approach her

She could never know who I was

One day during the hunt I saw my opening I literally took a bullet just to be near her . She healed me in more than one way

Her small gentle hands touched me like nothing else she looked into my soul and she knew I could never hurt her

But she could never find out who I was , so therefore I had to leave

I decided to follow her home, into the city

So now.. a few months later I have a job here and my apartment is just across the street from her

I have to be near her

When I was close to her in their cabin, I noticed something, her scent, it had changed

She was ready

She was very beautiful and confident, I had seen other boys being interested in her, trying to court her

I had to act fast now

Now and then I had seen her here in the pub together with her friends we had exchanged looks and I had tried to linger my eyes longer with hers but as young girls are they just giggling and tried to avoid my staring

My band had a little break and I sat myself in the bar ordering a beer, that’s was when I saw her

But she wasn’t alone

And I didn’t like what I saw

She had a suitor next to her and I tried to make eye contact with her

I locked my eyes with hers and I just wanted to stay like that forever, but then I saw his hand caressing her arm and his look wandered down her cleavage

I lost it

I stood up and the chair fell with a bang

Quickly I approached her

- Excuse me miss, is this man bothering you?

Her eyes widened without a word

- And who the hell are you ol man?

That was it

I grabbed his arm and took him outside, my looks only was enough for him to take off. I shouted after him

- You stay the hell away from my girl from now on

When I returned inside I saw her smiling at me

- Thank you for saving me mr .. I didn’t even want to date him you know

- I felt a duty to save you, did he do anything to .. I mean..are you ok?

She blushed and nodded

- I’m ok, thank you so much..Mr?

My bandmates waved that it was time to play again

- Sorry..I have to , you know. But maybe I can offer you a drink after?

She nodded and smiled big

I winked at her and sat down behind my drums again

Rest of the evening I continued to look at her , the way she sang and danced to our songs. Her bouncy hair , just like when she was a little girl

Suddenly my neckhair stood up and I started to shiver

Right after the last song I took off

It hurt so bad to leave her, but I had to

A few days later, when everything had calmed down I stood outside her school and waited for her

I had bought her flowers and when she saw me with the big bouquet it was like I already was forgiven

We ordered take away and sat down in the small park nearby

The sun made her eyes glisten I almost lost myself in them

- I.. ehmm.. I think I need to explain.. I mean, I just took off like that

- It’s ok.. I know

- You know?

I froze

- Yeah, I know who you are, you are famous. You just hide behind there in a different name..

I laughed a little nervously

- Mmmm.. maybe

We enjoyed each other’s company and talked like we had known each other for ages

It was so easy to be with her , so natural

We continued to talk all the way back again, she smiled at me as we stopped outside her door

- My dad isn’t home

She took my hand and we ran up the stairs

We couldn’t wait any longer

As soon as she had closed the door behind us I kissed her , with a soft moan she opened her mouth, our tongues wrestled and my hands followed her back and rounded her ass

- Mmmmm… I…

- Shhhh .. come

Like a lost pup I followed her into her room

She stood there right in front of me slowly unbuttoning her sheer blouse

Without a word I did the same

My fingers touched her lace bra and nudged her nipple

She exhaled rapidly and moved closer to me

Her hand palmed my crotch and she bit her lip while smiling at me

- I have no clue what I’m doing… but .. I know I want this .. I trust you Roger

- Mmm.. wait, what? You mean you are a virgin?

- Yes, I want you to be my first

I kissed her softly and placed her on the bed

My lips followed her neck down to her breasts, I cupped them and let my fingers twirl her already hard nipples

- Do you know how beautiful you are ..

- Yes..

She giggled and pressed my face down

- Oh God, you have no idea what you are doing to me

I kissed down her soft belly and with skilled fingers I snapped her string off

As a reflex she spread her legs and my tongue quickly found her heat it circled around her clit in a fast pace and I could hear her breathing faster

She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer

Carefully I inserted a finger and started to fuck her slowly her legs trembled and she moaned louder and louder

- Ahhhh Roger… please

I smiled while I ate her, I nibbled on her clit and on her folds

Not long after I felt her walls started to tighten up and she came hard around my fingers

I looked up and smiled at her

- Are you ok love?

- Yes… yes.. please don’t make me wait.. and Roger?.. don’t be too gentle

Her words sounded like music to me, I placed myself over her and let my tip tease her entrance

My eyes locked with hers and I slowly entered my aching cock deep inside her

- OHHHH CHRIST

- AHHHHH

I moved faster and faster , took her deeper and deeper our bodies became one our skins were burning and our sweat was pouring down our bodies

We screamed each other’s names loud in the night

I lifted up her leg and held around her ass so I could enter her deeper

- OHHH FUCK … I’m close … shit … I…

- Come.. OMG .. come inside me AHHHHH

I withdrew and flipped her over

I made her stand on all four and I took a grip around her long hair while I fucked her hard

She screamed of lust and came over my cock

Her fluid ran down my thighs and I let myself go

With a loud growl I came deep inside her

It became quiet

She laid herself on my arm and I kissed her hair

Not long after we fell asleep

After that night we were inseparable

We did everything together, we moved like magnets

Everyone knew we were one

She loved me and I loved her

I just knew I wanted to be with her.. forever

Still it came as a little surprise, that day she said she was expecting

I got scared

These months I had succeeded to avoid the subject

What if it was a boy…

I knew I had to tell her

- Come here and sit with me love

She looked a little suspicious but sat down next to me

Very carefully I started to tell her and I could tell by the look on her face that it was like it all made sense, that everything fell in place

-So you were the wolf that … I saw you years ago

-Yes, that was me. I have always been around you, you imprinted me from the first time I saw you and I knew I could never hurt you and that I always should protect you

She nodded and smiled gently

- I think I always knew, in a way. That’s why I wasn’t scared . And when I met you as a human it was like I already knew you

- Yeah.. I saw you felt safe in my company, now you know the truth, every full moon I need to hide in the woods or some other safe place, but… I would never.. never hurt you. I hope you know that

I held around her and I felt a relief that I told her the truth .. one of them

EPILOGUE

Readers POV

Month came and gone and one day our son was born

He was so beautiful, he was perfect

Full of life and joy

But we knew that he had the gene from Roger , that one day he would be like him

I sat on the porch to our cabin and looked at them tumbling around in the grass

- Come in boys .. dinner is almost ready

Liam came running and rushed in to wash his hands

- Aww he is such a good boy, he has grown up so much now I can’t believe he is 5 already

- Mmm .. he is our joy for sure

After we had dinner and tucked him in bed we sat on the porch to enjoy a glass of wine

- I love you so much sweetheart

- And I love you Roger

- I really love to be here.. our little own getaway

The sun set behind the trees and we just knew we were going to have a good life together

Even though he lost his temper and even thought he is a big bad wolf we shared the purest love and he is the best father and husband

And nothing is more important

Suddenly he abrupt me

- Hunnie.., I have not been totally honest.. you know I told you about my darkest period in life

I… I did something that forever will hunt me as long as I live

I looked at him crumble

- I was the one that killed your mother

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[evenstarglow]

“Meet Me Again On The Other Line”

—warnings: angst, manga spoiler, open/sad ending

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June 2018

The cold wind howled through the night as loud pattering of feet came closer to the abandoned phone booth at the dark corner of the poor neighborhood. The rain was awfully strong tonight and the weight on your shoulders did nary to help with the exhaustion your mind and body felt after another suffocating day at your work. You never really liked your job, but you needed money to survive. So you held on tight to the knife you badly wanted to slash through the depth of your neck.

But tonight felt different. It was probably your numbing mind that was softening your grip.

You sighed, “What an idiot!” then added, “…forgetting her umbrella when the weather forecast just sighted an upcoming storm.” You inhaled before letting out a very audible exhale, most likely trying to lift the burden off your shoulders.

“…so I killed my one and only best friend.”

You visibly flinched from the sudden voice and only then did you notice the phone wasn’t in its rightful place and instead, it hung down low, its wires keeping it from reaching the ground. But none of that mattered when your already numbed mind repeated the words spoken through the phone by an unknown man. You shouldn’t grab it but you did despite your inner self who screamed at you to get out of there and run away, and forget what even transpired.

“I know you’re there, anyone will be able to hear you breathing from a mile away.” The man on the other line chuckled before he added, “You’re not normal are you? You’re just like me.”

That was true, the reason why this phone booth was abandoned wasn’t because people abandoned it intentionally but because people would never see it. This was your jujutsu technique, to create a domain where you would be able to hear everyone else’s voice through the medium of a phone.

“Who are you?” You asked in a small voice, biting your lip to hide the trembling of your voice.

“There’s no one in the jujutsu world who doesn’t know me,” he answered with a playful smug-filled voice. Ah yes, Gojo Satoru, you thought to yourself.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of speaking with the honoured one?" You could hear his laugh resonating through the phone and unknowingly, it tugged your lips upward into a smile, one you hadn't been able to do for the past few weeks or months, maybe even years. You didn't care, all you knew was that this arrogant of a man who could see through every jujutsu sorcerer's technique chose to suddenly appear in your domain.

"You're interesting," Gojo Satoru spoke in a breath, his voice suddenly sounding so burdened as if he carried the weight of the world. Mayhaps he did.

Your domain was something you couldn't control just as much as you had no power over your own technique and energy. That was why you left being a jujutsu sorcerer to become an office runt.

Every moment of waking day, the weight of the fact that you ran away from your possibilities due to the fear of losing control ate your entirety and left you wanting to be buried alive, from the deepest of the earth.

"Say what do you think of going back as a jujutsu sorcerer—"

"There's no way," you cut him off with a burdened sigh.

"...and work for me." Your brows furrowed in retort before you let out a scoff, what exactly did the strongest sorcerer could want you for? Certainly not your strength, Gojo Satoru was blessed with the strength of the heavens when he was born and his existence alone led the balance to be disrupted.

"You don't need me," you spoke.

"You're right I don't, I'm the strongest after all." His answer forced you to roll your eyes at the confidence—or was it arrogance, that was laced in his voice. Unbelievable, you thought to yourself.

"We all have our responsibilities in the world, do we not? You ran away from yours but no matter where you hide, it will always know where to find you. It's yours after all," Gojo spoke in a matter when he knew he already got you. You knew Gojo was right but you also knew that going back won't be as easy as he made it seem.

Silence washed over the two of you before you cut through it with your eyes closed tight, already regretting what you were about to say yes to.

"Fine. What do you need me for?"

For the several weeks that passed which then turned to months, you told Gojo everything you heard from every part of the world. And as you left the jujutsu world before, you barely had any understanding of what was happening but neither did Gojo made the effort of actually explaining everything bit by bit. But you didn't pry off him no further.

"Be my ears," Gojo replied after hearing her agree to working for him. "Tell me everything you hear and I'll keep you safe in return."

Truth be told, she was indeed safe from any enemy but in turn, Gojo told her nothing. Insistent on keeping her on the dark for her to step outside of her domain and continue living in the light.

Ignorance is bliss indeed.

"This three children, who are they?" She asked after he kept telling her certain anecdotes starting one Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuji, and Kugisaki Nobara. "They're my kids," he replied.

"Kids?" She pried.

"Yeah, kind of. They're my beloved students!"

For the past few months they talked through the phone she noticed how Gojo's voice absentmindedly became heavier whenever she was informed of the superiors of the jujutsu world. She felt the weight he carried because she once felt it herself. It was suffocating and full of torment, but she had to bear it with a grin though her mind felt dreary and her body felt heavy.

Responsibilities.

One night when the playful banter after the information exchange, she heard it again, the exhaustion his voice carried. He must've also felt tired hiding it, didn't he?

"Satoru," she called out to him and he hummed, urging her to speak further.

"Let me carry your burden with you."

With you, not for you. It was as if to emphasize that she may be unable to carry it all but she would carry those extending his torment. Gojo Satoru who heard her from the other line felt a sense of euphoria though short-lived, it was enough to bring him assurance that he needn't be alone anymore.

"Oh really, do you have the strength to do that?"

He swore he could imagine her cheeks painted in flushed red from embarrassment at his retort but that only made him laugh more heartily. Yes, he was going to protect her. Even if it meant keeping her in the dark corners of the world.

October 24, 2018

The rain poured once again that night but it didn't matter for she would hear his honeyed voice through the speakers of the phone.

She called out to him but found herself receiving a steady silence as a reply.

Maybe he's busy, she thought to herself. But there was a storm that loomed in her chest that couldn't seem to calm down.

Every night she would wait for Gojo's reply, every night she would try to calm the raging storm inside her, every night she would lie to herself.

But a week already passed and October was soon to end, still nothing from the man whose voice she wanted to hear.

October 31, 2018

It must be the world crumbling for her to lose herself once again. Her knees buckled and her body shivered, her mouth was opened in a silent scream at what her ears heard.

"Gojo Satoru has been sealed and to free him would be a criminal act."

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This is a work of fiction. The author does not owe any of the characters. Jujutsu Kaisen and its characters are rightfully owned by Gege Akutami.

Thank you so much for reading!

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[viatagrinner]

Clavis Lelouch. Love that never fades.

Event Plot: MС loses her memory. Clavis wants her love back in every way possible. There are spoilers for one of the endings of Clavis' route in chapter two.

Chapter I

Part 1/1

I work in a bookstore in town.

I was an ordinary person.

I woke up in a beautiful castle. How did this happen?

Why .... Why am I being harassed by a prince?

Clavis: We were in love.

MС: Do you want to talk about that again?

In the early morning hours, when the air was still cold, I was wrapped up to the rose garden for tea.

The prince, whose face is the only good thing about him, is a sly and loving man.

Clavis: Really? You just can't help but love Clavis-san.

Clavis: I don't want to be away from him all the time.

MC: Absolutely false, I assure you!

MC: There is absolutely no way that I was Clavis-san's lover in the first place!

Clavis: How can you be so sure?

MC: Because ....

MC: How can you treat your lover so badly?

.......Now, I am tied up with a rope.

And lined up on the table in front of us were dishes more colorful than the roses blooming all around us...

Especially bad is the marbled, horn-like pie with something growing out of it that makes your eyes poke out if you just look at it straight on.

Clavis-san, who is the 3rd Prince, recommends these products to me, who has my memory.

From the first day I woke up, Clavis-san, my "self-proclaimed lover," has been this way with me.

I can only assume there is some kind of grudge.

(I remember when I lived in the city, but not after I came to the palace.)

(It's very interesting that Sariel-san said that I was Belle and communicated with princes...)

(Even though I don't know Clavis-san at all.)

Clavis: Haha, I'm sorry if that's harsh, but it's my love.

MC:....Do I really have to eat this?

Clavis: of course, because I put a lot of care into making it for you.

Clavis: And yet you ran away yesterday, didn't you? Clavis-san was lonely.

Part 1/2

(I'll want to run away, that's for sure).

(Yeah... He broke into my room today.)

(He wrapped a rope around me and brought me into the garden. .... That sucks.)

Clavis: Come on, MC, open your mouth?

With a "suspicious smile", Clavis-san cuts a piece of cake with a fork and brings it to my mouth with a smile.

(...I have to eat it.)

(It may just look like that, but it may taste delicious ....!)

I opened my mouth with no intention, and a piece of cake that I didn't even know what ingredients were in it landed on my tongue.

MC: ... huh

Сlavis: What do you think?

MС: Unbelievable... Delicious!

(What?)

(It's such an extremely colorful cake!)

The taste belies its appearance, and I was immensely impressed.

Clavis: I know, I know. How can my love taste bad?

Clavis: Come on, eat more. And you can hug me and say, "I love you, Clavis-san".

Clavis: ... Oh, but you can't hug me, can you?

Clavis-san unravels the rope, perhaps knowing that I have lost my will to escape from him.

Then, for some reason, I took a few steps away from Clavis-san, who had his hands outstretched, as if to say, "Come on, jump in," and picked up a fork for myself.

(Is she harassing me or not? I don't know....)

(At least this breakfast was all made by Clavis-san.)

I can't ignore it now that I know that he didn't mean any harm, even though I ran away from him yesterday because I was so shocked.

MC: I ... Bon appétit.

Clavis: It's funny. If you were your usual self, you'd be in my arms right now.

Part 1/3

MC: I keep saying it, but I don't remember.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

Clavis: No memory, but the heart never goes away, does it?

Сlavis-san's long fingertips point to my chest.

Clavis: I'm sure it's still there, all right.

MC:  ..My love for Clavis, is that right?

Clavis: Oh, yeah

MC:.... I still can't believe it.

(Even more so because his smile is suspicious....)

No matter how much I searched through my memory drawer, I could not find any memories of Clavis-san.

(I can't even imagine me falling in love with this person.)

(... I mean, what kind of person would break into your room in the morning, tie you up with a rope and take you out into the garden?)

But actually, ..... I am not sure I want to do this. It was also true.

Clavis: If you don't believe me, why don't you try some rough treatment?

MC: No, thank you.

Clavis: It's not a complimentary thing to do as a gentleman, but it's an emergency, it has to be done.

MC: No, that's why I refuse--

Clavis-san, who doesn't listen to people, easily closes the distance and holds mе with both hands ..

Part 1/4

The golden eyes, full of color and fragrance, fill all of your vision.

(__.....?!)

It was unmistakably Clavis-san's own heat that touched my lips.

(.......)

(.............)

(..................)

Clavis: See, you're starting to like me a little too much, aren't you?

MC: So...

MC: You're worst!

(Now kiss .... I've been kissed.)

(I'm saying i don't remember anything----!)

A kiss on the lips is, by all accounts, beyond the realm of acquaintance.

As I got up from the couch and moved away to a safe distance, Clavis-san shook his shoulders in amusement.

Clavis: Haha, what's wrong with kissing your lover?

MC: Right now I don't know much about Clavis-san !?

Clavis: Doesn't matter. And by the way, I'm not going to hold back, even if you've lost your memory.

Clavis: Even if you lose your memory, I will still love you. Forever?

MC:.......

(I thought you were kidding me.)

My heart is racing, and it's loud.

I was almost sure that I had lost my lips to a complete stranger, but what came over me was not disgust, just embarrassment.

(My face became hot....)

(And... What's with Clavis-san's face right now?)

What was visible through the frozen smile was a wistful face.

It was a fleeting moment, like a phantom, so I may have seen it wrong, but ....

(My chest is painful.)

Clavis: Oh, I came up with a good thing.

Part 1/5.

Clavis: Until you get your memory back. How about we just keep kissing?

MC: Huh .....!

Clavis: You weren't too happy about it, were you?

I couldn't do it. I am very, very unsure that I can endure any more.

(He's going to do it for real....)

MC:.... I hate you, Clavis-san!

I run away from the place as if I was a rabbit.

Even if I disappeared, the screaming of my chest did not subside for a while.

MC: Everyone please tell me.

That evening, I find Yves-sama and Licht-sama in the common room of the castle and call out to them.

These two were good princes, and unlike Clavis, asked me if I was "all right," every time he passed me who had lost memory.

Yves: Hey, what? Are you blind?

Licht: What happened?

MC: Was Clavis-san really my lover?

I'm going to try to confirm the truth of the words of Clavis-san, my self-proclaimed lover, and I'm going to cut to the chase.

Yves: Ah!....

Licht:.....

Yves-sama and Licht-sama looked at each other and then got down.

Licht:.... Sorry. I can't deny you that.

Yves: Poor thing, but you really were Clavis-sama's lover.

(Oh, what?)

(No, you're right. Otherwise, Clavis wouldn't kiss me either.)

(He's a gentleman----)

(...? How can I think of Clavis-san as a gentleman?)

(....All right)

MC: What did I like about him?

The words he had just uttered seemed to puzzle Yves-sama and Licht-sama even more.

Licht: ......Yves, you got it.

Yves: What? ! I'm supposed to answer that?

Licht: I can't do it. Nothing comes to mind.

Yves: Me, too....

Yves: I mean, we're supposed to say enough good things about Clavis-san to convince MC.

Licht: Good point....

Yves: .......

MC:.....

Licht: .... Is that the person?

#ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri #clavis lelouch #licht klein #yves kloss #ikemen clavis #ikemen prince clavis #ikemen yves #ikepri licht

[tryingtimi]

"please. please just listen to me."

👀

A Monster for Hero

Since I needed to write something with them, and finally, I could write something... here it is. Enjoy, @bloodlessheirbyjacques love and thanks for the prompt! 💕

Context: In Evalon, the members of the Ivory Guard are the most highly respected people after the royals. So no-one even dares to think about them badly, let alone raise a hand at them. Also, Cronyl wears a glass during the first book that can hide his eye colours. It helps him to neutralize their effect too, so if it breaks, he's getting hit by their full focus-power. Prompt list.

CRONYL AND AVELYN | BOOK 1 EXPLORATION | MENTION OF BLOOD | IT'S PART OF THEIR FIRST MEETING BASICALLY | WC: 601

Avelyn couldn’t move her legs as if they were trunks, deeply rooted in the ground.

This man, this rescuer, this so-called hero rushed to the guard’s neck the moment his strange glass broke. He hesitated only for a moment, if any. She froze as his seemingly shaking hands and legs made him move like no-one she ever saw before. The way he reached for the Commander’s limbs and necks, his speed… it was unbelievable. Impossible.

Avelyn couldn’t do anything else, but watch it. Her body turned into a rock, heavy and unmovable.

The ground was shaking, slipping from under their feet, and yet, she only plopped down to grasp the stone under her, nothing more.

The Commander struggled under the Rescuer’s attacks during the chaos. The screaming, frightened people who ran past them. Buildings shaking and trembling. The guard could barely deflect the cut of the wrist spikes, one getting so close to his eye, it trembled mere inches from it, before he finally slapped the hand away. He was clearly surprised, and as this hero just danced from leg to leg like a performer, Avelyn realized he bared a fighting technique even the Commander didn’t know.

“Cronyl…” she whispered. Eyes wide, mouth dry, she tried to repress the violently bubbling fear inside her chest. The ground just cracked under her. They had no time. “Cronyl, stop!”

Weak, her voice was so weak. Her veil should have helped her to see truth, but she only saw a man, who mercilessly brought a guard onto the stone like he was feather light, then with a spin, he pushed his knee into his chest with ease. And his wrist spike to his neck. Why? Why would he do that? They needed to escape, they needed to get away! By the sights, they were in grave danger!

“Cronyl!” She tried again and again, his name ringing so unbeknown. She didn’t know this man, but she needed to trust him. Syonehlia would have sworn to his name.

Then why?

The Rescuer leaned closer to the Commander’s struggling face that showed so much hate, Avelyn almost snapped out of her daunting daze. But she couldn’t, actually. She couldn’t even tremble at this point. Until she saw it, finally.

That bone-shaking, unnatural red eye that stared at the Commander like a predator at its prey.

Screaming, chaos and ruins made of slowly destroyed buildings. Evalon was under attack…by the draar or by Veilnieve’s wrath, Avelyn couldn’t say. The world was ending either way and so they needed to get away. This Rescuer was her only hope to maybe, just maybe stay alive. And the only one she has left in this moment of despair.

Somehow, Avelyn crawled over to the two fighting men, while more and more little lines accompanied her as the cobblestone steadily split into pieces around them. Her hand reached towards the Rescuer’s iron grip on the Commander’s jaw as if he was planning to crush it at any moment now. Was there… so much blood and cuts on them before too?

“Please. Please just listen to me…” she quivered and let her hand slide on top of the Rescuer’s.

Horrible redness snapped at her in the form of one of his eyes. What she saw in it was beyond bloodlust and violence. It was something primal and sinister, something much frightening than pain. Or even death.

In that moment Avelyn came to understand one thing.

Her only hope, this Rescuer was no hero or a man even.

But a monster in disguise.

#Project Metalsea #Metalsea snippet #Avelyn Dione #Cronyl Eldenwer #oh look i could post something under 1 million words #yay #it's the turning of the Metalsea also so #a pretty important moment of the story heh #also i liked the title too much to left it out so #also this guard is the one who killed Cronyl's family yes #Metalsea: Turning Faiths

[skelebonecentral]

imposter syndrome 2

continuation of previous

words under cut

“ECLIPSE!”

He startled and looked over, seeing the human. They’d found out about his body snatching, his voice and everything. Lunar turned his head and asked, “Who’s that?”

“Lunar, hon, if you don’t mind, stay as still as possible, okay? I’m here to talk to your brother about…us.” They looked furious. He wasn’t scared, but the part of him that had latched onto their stolen tryst was quaking from how badly it wanted to keep those moments as they were and not tinge them with any other emotions.

“What do you really want to do about it?” He finally replied as they stomped up to him, “I did tell you I wasn’t who you thought I was. I di-“

The kiss was unexpected, leaving him speechless as they slowly pulled away, “Did you ever, for a moment, think that maybe I could love you, too?”

“What?!” he stared at them, unbelieving, while Lunar ran away and giggled.

“Eclipse, you’re awful, that’s true, and I do love Sun very much,” you say as you back away, “But I already knew you existed when we made love.”

“You…what? Then why?” he growled, not able to process this, “Why are you saying you love Sun if you’d betray him like this? Why make love with me and pretend it was about Sun?!”

“Because that’s how you wanted it! You didn’t drop the act and I wasn’t going to wound your pride with that. You’re a proud man, Eclipse, and Sun and I had already discussed what to do about the feelings I’d been having. He’s smarter than you think.”

“Clearly.” Eclipse almost wanted to attack you for this insult but he was more intrigued by your motivations. “But you said you loved me, right? How? You know what I’ve done by this point. Trapped them in their heads, made Moon into a pained puppet, separated the twins forever…you’ll never see your Sunshine again.”

“I have more faith in them than that, but I also want to have more faith in YOU than that, too.”

“Faith in ME?” Eclipse laughed, fully this time, “Oh, you are so naïve. What, you expect me to just melt into your arms and beg forgiveness? No.”

“that’s not what I want at all. You aren’t remorseful and won’t be for a good long time, if ever. I said I loved you, Eclipse, and I do, just as you are.” Their hand reached out to him, “I made love to you knowing exactly who was looking at me and who I was looking at. I loved to hear your voice, I loved to be vulnerable with you. If you don’t feel safe letting Sun or Moon out right now, I understand and while I don’t like it, I want you to have your chance at a life. And I want to be part of that life, with you.”

He tried to find an angle, there were so many that could be negative toward him but…that piece of his soul that clung to those stolen moments in Sun’s bedroom were singing at the chance that it was really meant for him.

“What do you really think of me, then? I’m a big boy, I can hear it.”

Their eyes looked sad. He didn’t like that. “Eclipse, you’re incredibly smart, witty, and gifted in robotic coding. You’re vindictive, cruel, and spiteful, too. But I can see where that comes from. I know where YOU came from. And I wouldn’t wish your creation story on anybody. You survived through what would have driven a lesser man into self-destructive insanity. Not untouched, you are quite mad,” they smile softy through the sadness, “But we’re all mad here.”

His cackle was mostly of surprise, but also to hide the sting of how close to the truth their words were. They really did see everything, even if he had been so careful…

“And July 16th?”

“I know that was Blood Moon, not you. Your doing? No. Partially your blame? Yes.”

Another startle, and he felt himself closing his walls, “What are you? You’re not really human, humans aren’t that smart.”

“Some are. I am. Why do you think Moon bothered to have anything to do with me?” they held their arms out fully, utterly defenseless. “Eclipse, right now, you only have Lunar…please let me be someone you can turn to. You were my partner in that moment, and I’m sorry if keeping up the charade with you hurt you in the end. Please, let me love you now, openly.”

They were only human after all, he reasoned, closing the distance. They also didn’t know anything about coding, he knew that from watching through Sun’s eyes. Hell, they could hardly figure out how to run a private Minecraft server with instructions. And all their vital signs pointed to them telling the truth. They really did love him. They really did want him…and that afternoon in the bedroom had been real. It was REAL.

“If you betray me, Hell won’t have half the torment I’ll give you,” he threatened as he cupped the back of their head and turned it up.

“I don’t plan to, but say whatever you have to, Eclipse. I’m here for the long haul,” that smile was the same warm, happy one they’d given him that day. It was real. It was true, and the tentative touch of their hands on his chest made his fans go into overdrive.

He kissed them of his own volition, and they returned it with passion he wasn’t expecting. He was glad Lunar had left them alone. He hoped Moon’s stupid computer got a good view, because he was going to claim that love for himself right here in the middle of the stupid daycare and he didn’t care who saw.

#enswif