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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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This will be the last basic Hc’s for Black Butler. But if you want to see basic Hc’s for a character from Black Butler I didn’t write about yet you can of course send a request in. Please enjoy!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, sabotage, gaslighting, isolation, blackmailing, bribing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Yandere Black Butler Hc’s

Lau

🚢When I think of Lau I think of the manipulative type. His goofy side can trick everyone and the s/o is no exception. His way with words is also really interesting and he can wrap the darling pretty easily around his finger. Also a stalker, but not he is stalking you, it’s Ran Mao. She watches his s/o wherever they go.

🚢Also the obsessive type, he makes sure that Ran Mao finds out every single detail about his darling and reports it to him. He’s also very touchy, it’s even worse than with Ran Mao! His hands will always be on some part of the s/o’s body.

🚢He is most of the time very calm and composed and even when he is jealous he would never show it, still having his closed eyed smile on his face. But he would somehow interrupt whatever conversation the darling had with the other person and would somehow lure the s/o away from them. If someone really tested his limits than he’ll give Ran Mao a sign to pay this person later on a small visit.

🚢As mentioned above if someone pushes their luck with him he makes sure to send Ran Mao after them. This guy has clearly some propensities for violence and if someone really angered him enough he might even order Ran Mao to bring them to him alive so he can torture them a little bit too. But most of the time he lets Ran Mao do all of the dirty work.

🚢Lau will take his time with kidnapping the darling, trying at first to win their heart with his harmless act and if he success with that he won’t kidnap them. But if they start to avoid him, have interest in someone else or might be in danger then he tells Ran Mao to get them. After that there’s no chance for them to escape him anymore. He takes them wherever he goes to and now the s/o will always sit on his lap whilst Ran Mao stands beside them. If Lau isn’t out he locks them somewhere up and makes sure that Ran Mao watches them.

🚢You will never realize his sinister feelings for you until it’s too late and no one else will expect how insane this guy can really be. He’s awfully calm with you and no matter how much you scream and yell at him, the smile will never leave his face. Not the worst one I guess, if you have a wish just tell him and he’ll ensure that your wish will be granted as fast as possible.

Ran Mao

🌺Ran Mao is the stalker and obsessive type of Yandere. This girl makes sure to watch her darling from early morning ‘til late at night. She’s obsessed with her s/o’s every habit and movement and since she watches them at all times it won’t be hard to figure very much out about them. Might even steal the one or other thing from them just to have something that reminds her of them.

🌺Also a lovestruck type. The s/o is in her eyes a true beauty and whenever they mention that they want something, even if it’s meant as a joke, Ran Mao will immediately disappear and will only come back when she has what her darling asked for. Also the clingy type, this girl will always hold onto them as if her life depends on it.

🌺Ran Mao doesn’t show much facial expressions when somehow takes her darling’s attention away from her, but believe me on the inside she’s boiling and already planning how to eliminate that obstacle.

🌺Ran Mao is ready to kill everyone who comes too close to her darling for her taste or somehow possess a threat to them or their relationship with her. She’s a trained assassin and it’s a living nightmare for those she hunts down.

🌺She would only kidnap her darling under some extreme circumstances, the most likely scenario is when she confessed to them, but they rejected her for some reasons. That’s when Ran Mao takes them with her.

🌺Even though she kills for you she isn’t a bad Yandere to have. Her clinginess is sometimes just a bit suffocating, but overall a really caring and harmless one, at least to you. I can’t say the same about the people who dares to hurt you.

Angela Blanc

👼Angela is a delusional and obsessive Yandere. In her eyes the s/o is the only pure person in London and in the whole world and that it’s her job to protect this pure soul. That makes her naturally obsessive with them, feeling the huge need to find out everything about her darling, about what exactly makes them so pure.

👼Also very manipulative with the darling, talking them into avoiding people and spending more time with her, trying to keep them away from “unclean” humans. She’ll also guilt trip them, acting like a submissive woman who just wants the best for the s/o. She is also a worshipper, the purity of her darling is everything for her.

👼Her jealousy is a bit different than from others. I think from both of her angel sides she’s more maniac about the whole purify thing what makes her more than paranoid when other people spend time with her darling, tainting them with their filthy presence. She can’t and won’t accept that!

👼As mentioned above she’s terribly paranoid with her darling and sees everyone as a threat for her s/o’s purity and makes sure to wipe every dirty human who dares to even look at the s/o out.

👼Her paranoia and desire to keep her darling clean will lead her to kidnapping her darling very soon. She just wants to keep them safe from all this awful dirty humans. Her darling will surely understand that, right?

👼She would never lay a hand on her darling because she would never hurt such a clean human. But she’s still a terrifying Yandere to have. You’ll never see a human in your life again and her speeches about how she’ll keep you safe and how she’ll purify this dirty city are in my opinion enough to give you some ugly nightmares at night. Who the hell said that having a guardian angel is a good thing?!

Pluto

🐺This guy is a demon hound and has some typical traits of his animal side in his Yandere traits. For example the possessive and clingy part. That’s not even a question, is it? This guy is incredibly territorial with his s/o and sooo clingy as well. It’s even worse than with Sebastian! This guy is literally glued to his darling’s hip.

🐺Also the lovestruck Yandere. Never in all of this posts I posted so far was the phrase being a lovesick puppy more fitting than in this. Pluto is the s/o’s obedient dog, ready to do everything they ask him to.

🐺His jealousy is terrible. His possessiveness and clingyness and the fact that he’s basically an animal makes this really bad. He doesn’t even has to see his darling with other people, as soon as he smells another person’s scent on them that isn’t his, he’s already “jealous”. When his darling is talking to other people this guy’s grip on their hip will tighten and he’ll growl dangerously at the other person. If that doesn’t work then be prepared for seeing something you wish you hadn’t.

🐺I already mentioned it above. This guy kills basically everyone that isn’t him if they don’t leave the s/o alone. As I said, if he senses another smell on you he’ll remember that smell later on to hunt that person down and rip them apart. He even kills someone when you’re with him and expects you to praise him after that! He’s confused when he smells the fear on the darling. He only protected them, didn’t he? I think from all the Black Butler characters he’s the most obvious about it since he often comes home covered in blood and with something pretty shocking in his mouth, bringing a “small gift” for his darling.

🐺His form of kidnapping is a bit different. Most of the time he’s okay with clinging onto his darling’s grip, but if Pluto senses another smell on them that isn’t his or if he thinks they are in danger he’ll transform into his demon hound form and run to a cave in the forest. He keeps you there and only lets you out after you’re covered in his scent again or until he made sure to erase whatever had endangered the s/o’s safety.

🐺He’s one of the worse ones simply because in his eyes he does nothing wrong and because he’s so horribly obvious with it all. No chance that you can escape him, he has your scent burned into his memory and if you don’t want to be chased by a demon hound who burns everything in his way down don’t even try it! This guy would find you even if you would travel to the ends of the world.

Prince Soma

🍛Oh god! This guy is together with Finny one of the most delusional ones, mixed together with the clingy and lovestruck type. The thought that you might not even see him the way he does doesn’t even cross his mind. Arguments are useless because it’ll go into his one ear and will go out the other ear. Privat space? What’s that? He doesn’t leave the s/o alone and is so weak for them. Soma spoiles his darling to the rotten.

🍛Also a worshipper. For him the s/o is his god/goddess that he has to worship. He’s also very touchstarved and wants always some kind of physical contact with the s/o.

🍛It’s almost too easy to make this guy jealous. He’s a really spoiled brat and as soon as he notices that the s/o looks at someone else he’ll throw a tantrum, yelling at the other person who took his darling’s attention away from him. Honestly, it’s so childish and embarrassing. And this happens at least five times a day!

🍛Soma doesn’t kill people. He relies more on Agni and his high position. For goddess sake he’s a prince! Most of the time Agni is enough to scare anyone away from his darling. But if he sees how someone tries to take them away from him or harms them in any way then this person will get first of all beaten up by Agni and then Soma will ruin their lifes with his power.

🍛He never sees it as kidnapping. He thinks of it more as finally being able to keep his darling safe and spoil and love them like the prince/princess they are.

🍛Would never hurt you, but his delusions are the problem here. There’s absolutely no chance that you’ll ever be able to convince him that you don’t love him, he’ll just brush it off as you wanting more attention from him which he happily gives you. Try to see it from the positive side, at least this guy will grant you whatever wish you could possibly have.

Agni

🤜Agni is in my opinion the aware type of Yandere. Even though it took a while for him to develop such strong feelings the moment he had them was the moment he knew that they weren’t normal. I can see him as the overprotective one as well. He had not the most prettiest past and that makes him naturally more protective over the s/o.

🤜Also the lovestruck one. For this guy his darling is like the sun, the moon, the stars. Prince Soma might have given him a new life, but the s/o gave him a reason, a meaning to this life.

🤜Agni feels bad for feeling this way and has already much patience, he needs it to not go crazy with Soma. So he can hold on for a good amount of time. It takes a lot to make him jealous, but I think even then he wouldn’t do anything about it. He chooses to suffer silently.

🤜As mentioned he feels bad for feeling this way and is shown as a very calm individual so he’ll try to not kill, it brings back memories of his past. But he has a breaking point and if that point is crossed it will get ugly. If his darling gets seriously hurt he’ll start seeing red.

🤜He would only kidnap you if something really bad happened for example you getting seriously hurt. That would be the breaking point for this guy. He’ll take his darling to make sure that something like this will never happen again. Agni is the type to apologize for all of this, feeling terrible for not being there to protect them and feeling bad for kidnapping them. Then why did you do it?!

🤜Overall one of the better ones. He knows that his behavior is wrong, always listens to your complaints and considering them and making sure to take care of all your needs. He’s even ready to take you out, but promise him to stay close to him!

Ash Landers

▫️Even though he and Angela are somehow the same person I decided to write a separate Hc for him since both of them are also somewhat different. But just like Angela he’s a delusional one, seeing in his darling the perfection he always wanted. Also possessive, he just found the most pure soul he has ever seen in his life, do you seriously expect him to let them go just like that?

▫️He’s the manipulative type, he already uses his manipulation on the queen to bring her to do what he wants and he’s ready to use manipulation on his darling as well to ensure that nothing can taint their clean soul. A pure worshipper, seeing the s/o as perfection itself.

▫️Similar to Angela he sees every other person as a threat that could dirty the s/o’s purity. That is his jealousy. But surprisingly I can also see him as someone who will feel sour when his darling tells him about how much they admire someone else. He wants to impress his darling and when they like someone else he’ll boil with jealousy.

▫️Just like Angela he’s ready to destroy every person who might taint your clean soul, but as mentioned above he also kills when you tell him that you like someone else, killing this person brutally because they dared to make a spot in your heart which he believes is only reserved for him. For him that’s an almost even worse crime than trying to dirty you!

▫️This one will kidnap his darling very fast because similar to Angela his desire to keep the s/o pure will get him paranoid, not that bad like Angela, but still. He’s also as mentioned the possessive type and hates when the darling is talking about someone else that isn’t him. Like this he can make sure that he’s the only one the s/o can think about.

▫️From both of the angel sides he’s the less worse one because he is a little bit less maniac about this whole purifying thing. But overall he’s still one of the worse ones from all. From both of his angel sides Ash is the one who’s more eager to fight which means he’s even more willing to kill and is more brutal than Angela. And just like Angela his speeches about how he’ll make sure to clean this world and how he’s going to protect you will give you some nasty nightmares.

Keinz Drocell

🪆Let’s give it a try with this guy. The first thing that comes to my mind is the manipulative type. Keinz is very insidious as shown when he lured Elizabeth into coming to him. The same counts for the s/o. He’ll lure them into coming willingly to him. Also possessive, he’s a puppet and normally doesn’t have emotions so if you give someone like him someone that lets him feel something you can be sure that he’s never going to let this person go.

🪆Also the obsessive and stalker kind. Something about his darling made him feel something and he decides to watch them secretly to find out what exactly makes his insides tingle whenever he thinks of them. He becomes quickly obsessed with everything they do every little thing that might have looked normal in the eyes of others is to him a masterpiece what gives him the traits of a worshipper as well. He sees the s/o as a masterpiece, one in a kind.

🪆I like to believe that his darling managed to spark some emotions in him and that’s the bad part. If someone who doesn’t normally have emotions feels something it’s going to feel intense for them. Same goes for Keinz. He normally doesn’t have emotions, but the darling changed that. For them he has emotions and whenever he sees them talking to someone else it feels like his whole body is on fire, he’s burning with jealousy.

🪆He killed already a lot of people for his master and has no problem with killing people for the s/o as well. As mentioned above if he feels something he feels it intense and even though he doesn’t understand this feeling he has whenever someone spends time with the darling he does know that he doesn’t like that feeling and the easiest way to make sure that he doesn’t need to endure this again in the future is to get rid of the source of this feelings.

🪆This guy will kidnap the s/o after watching them for a while. By then his feelings for the darling have grown too strong for him to endure any longer and he feels the desperate need to keep them with him. He isn’t really sure why he feels this burning desire, but he knows for sure that if he doesn’t do what his brain is screaming at him to do he might just go insane. As if he isn’t already.

🪆This guy is creepy. He often just sits there and stares at you for hours straight without even blinking and it’s very eerie when he turns his head 360 degrees around and doesn’t even realize that it gives you the chills. He likes to show you his little “collection” of puppets and often brings you along when he makes them. He also likes to give you a little show with them. The song he uses to control the puppets will hunt you in your deepest dreams. The only good thing is that he doesn’t want to turn you into a puppet as well!

Charles Grey

🤺Charles strikes me as the obsessive and manipulative Yandere. It is really not easy for this guy to become interested in someone so if someone actually manages to make him a Yandere for them than you can bet that this guy will feel excited and thrilled about it. Most of the time he feels a little bit bored, but not with the s/o. He wants to satisfy his curiosity about them. He’s also very manipulative with the darling and can be very mean with his words, but if he gets them to do what he wants to then he’s fine with it.

🤺I can also imagine him as the delusional and clingy one. He thinks of himself very highly and is overall a very arrogant and self confident guy what leads me to the belief that this guy thinks that he’s the only one, the perfect one for you! No one can love, treat, care and protect you better than he can! He’s very clingy what comes from his obsessive trait. When he’s near his darling he has the best chances to observe their actions and movements, getting to know them better like this. He also enjoys being near them.

🤺This guy gets paranoid whenever he sees the s/o looking at someone else. He’s the one they should look at! He’s the one who’s perfect for them! Even though he flips out on the inside he manages to look calm on the outside. I mentioned that he can be very cruel with his words, remember? He won’t use them on his darling, but on the other person, talking down on them with an almost disgusted look on his face, making the other person feel worthless.

🤺This guy definitely enjoys fighting a lot and he’s very paranoid when it comes to his darling. Both of this isn’t a very good mix so be glad that he needs to hold himself back most of the times because he’s one of the Queen’s butlers. He only kills someone when they spend too much time with the s/o or when he knows that they like his darling or his darling likes them. Then he’ll come over for a short “play”.

🤺This guy wants to kidnap you badly, but decides to try it at first in a smarter way. Charles has to hold a reputation after all. He asks your parents for your hand in marriage and it’s nearly impossible for your parents to say no to this. I mean, he’s rich and comes from a high position so who wouldn’t agree to this?! If that doesn’t work he’ll most likely blackmail the s/o, using his power to force them into an engagement.

🤺Soo arrogant and filled with himself, it’s frustrating with him! Of course he can be a gentleman if he wants to be and of course he spoils you, but this ego of this man is too much. He always expects you to tell him how good looking, great and talented he is and you aren’t allowed to even talk in a admiring way about another person that isn’t him!

Edward Midford

🎩In the Anime I didn’t see much of him, but I’ll give it a try. I think he’s an aware Yandere, knowing that his feelings aren’t supposed to be that strong. Also the lovestruck type, even though he doesn’t want to show it openly because it’s somehow embarrassing for him. He can’t let others know how much the s/o has him wrapped around their fingers.

🎩Also the overprotective and possessive one. He’s already very overprotective and possessive over his sister, but with his s/o it’s way worse. They’re just so precious to him and he can’t bear the thought of losing them.

🎩Possessive Yanderes are bound to get jealous very fast, but he tries to hold in for as long as he can. He doesn’t want others to see how unhealthy his feelings actually are and will watch his darling’s interaction with other people whilst gritting his teeth. But when his limits are crossed he’ll grab the s/o’s hand drag them quickly somewhere else where he can spend some time alone with them.

🎩Killing is a no to him even though he sometimes desperately wants to do it. But he can’t risk to ruin his and his family’s reputation or even worse ruining his good image his darling has from him. This guy comes from a rich family with a lot of influence and he’ll use that to put a lot on pressure on people who harmed his darling or tries to take them away from him.

🎩Similar to Charles he would try to set up an engagement between his darling and him. His family would support and try to convince the darling’s parents as well, knowing how fond Edward is of you. And there’s a more than likely chance that your parents will say yes because who wouldn’t say no to such a handsome and charming man? If that doesn’t work he’ll use manipulation, bribing other people into cornering the s/o or their parents into some tricky situations and then he suddenly steps in and helps them. He doesn’t like using such dirty ways to get to the darling, but it’s all for the s/o’s sake. He only wants to ensure that he can protect them.

🎩One of the better Yanderes from this list. He respects your wishes and is such a gentleman for you. He also spoils you here and there with small gifts and shows his tender side to you and only you.

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brooklynboysficrecs · 4 years

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Ria’s Top 10 Shrinkyclinks Fics

I will admit this isn’t my preferred AU -- I won’t immediately jump on a fic just because it’s pre-serum Steve and WS Bucky. I gotta like the plot, or the premise, or be really, really intrigued by the tags, but to be fair, that’s how I am with everything that isn’t Modern Bucky and Cap Steve, so. That being said, I have read some truly fantastic shrinkyclinks stories, and I do very much love Steven “Fight Me” Rogers at his scrappiest. And these fics also tend to feature protective!Bucky which is another personal favorite of mine. Oh, but also: shrinkyclinks generally refers to pre-serum Steve with actual Winter Soldier Bucky, but a lot of people use the tag just to imply body types, and when they say WS Bucky they mean he’s all huge and muscled and sometimes has a metal arm, though that isn’t required. That’s the definition I’m going with as well, so hopefully nothing’s confusing!

1. If Wishing Made It So by leveragehunters. Before I get into anything about the actual fic, let me say this: leveragehunters is probably my favorite stucky writer. Like, hands-down, I read almost everything they write, and they’re big into fantasy stories, which is a great bonus for me personally. So, so, so many good shrinkyclinks fics by them (Even Underneath the Waves, a mermaid AU that features equal amounts of pre- and post-serum Steve, and A-mage-ing Grace with mage Steve are two of my other favorites, and they would’ve been on the list, but I try not to put more than one story per author, ya know? And IWMIS kinda wins out above the others for me, so). This story features jinn!Bucky who finds himself in the baffled hands of Steve Rogers, who is perfectly prickly and stubborn and good. Bucky’s got a terrible past with humans in general (and Hydra in particular, what a shocker) that he and Steve have to overcome as their relationship progresses, but that progression is frankly beautiful to watch unfold. I come back to this story time and time again because of how much I love these versions of Steve and Bucky getting to know one another, learning to trust each other, supporting each other through the worst the world has to throw at them. Plus, there’s a few more stories in this series if you get as hooked as I am, which is always great!!

2. Roots Have Grown by AustinB. I remember reading this and just... completely feeling what Bucky is going through. Not everything -- he’s an agoraphobic veteran, and I can’t relate to either of those, really, but he’s so... awkward about his crush on Steve. And that’s -- that’s relatable to me. But it’s precious, really, how he tries to help Steve even though he’s afraid to actually meet him initially; he becomes Steve’s sort of... anonymous benefactor? Guardian angel with money? Like, it’s definitely a sugar daddy type deal originally but I doubt Bucky would describe it like that. I don’t know, it’s cute, though, and I loved seeing Bucky opening up to Steve as they became closer.

3. Through The Woods by VenusMonstrosa, alby_mangroves. Okay, hear me out: werewolves. I fucking love werewolves in fiction; I mean, not really the romance novels you’ll see in the grocery store, but. Werewolf mythology is one of my favorite things, so seeing it in fanfiction almost always manages to lure me in. And I was so not disappointed with this story! Steve’s living alone in a cabin in the woods, which of course sounds like the opening to a horror movie, but here it leads to love. Werewolf Bucky is both charming and terrifying, to a degree, he’s a wolf, but he and Steve are fantastic together. This is another story that goes in on the trust aspect of their relationship and I for one am a big fan of that. There’s some violence, minor character death and the like, but it’s definitely not undeserved so. If you can handle that (and the sex, because there is sex in this) then I highly recommend this one!

4. The Joy of Little Things by obsessivereader, Sealcat. And so we move from werewolves to dragons. Yup. Dragons. Another of my beloved mythical creatures that I obsessed over when I was kid. Bucky’s capable of shifting into a human in this, but primarily he’s a big ol’ dragon that surprisingly doesn’t want to eat the scrawny sacrifice from the local village. Steve ends up working for Bucky, instead, and from there hilarity ensues. Steve’s obviously wary of Bucky, but Bucky isn’t at all what he’d been expecting, and they grow closer the longer Steve’s staying in Bucky’s caves. There are a couple of stories with Dragon!Bucky, but this is my personal favorite; it’s cute and heart-warming and, well. I just really like it.

5. I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language by agetwellcard, inediblesushi. So this one has Cap!Bucky (Bucky!Cap?) but again, sometimes it’s more about how Bucky looks rather than his role as the Winter Soldier. Anyway, I remember my biggest take away from this story was how adorable Bucky was in his quest to win the affections of sassy Nurse Steve, who patches him up after missions and is probably playing hard to get. Bucky uses terrible pick-up lines, absolutely awful, and he is completely unashamed of that fact. Which is, as I said, adorable. Steve, initially, does not agree with my assessment, but he gets there eventually. After some requisite drama, of course.

6. Tint & Shade by forestofbabel. Oh, god, this one hurt me, I remember that pretty clearly. Bucky is the Winter Soldier in this, and Steve is a 21st century art therapist who just so happens to resemble his late grandfather, Captain Joseph Rogers, who fought in -- you guessed it -- WWII. Like I said in the intro, if I really like the premise of something I’ll usually read it regardless of the configuration of pre-/post-serum Steve and pre-serum/WS Bucky, and this was definitely one of the fics I got into for that reason. Having actual WS Bucky interact with a modern pre-serum Steve is always interesting, given how much they don’t have in common, generally (there isn’t even really the veteran status that modern Bucky sometimes has in fics), and it’s a journey to see how and why they connect. Having Steve resemble his WWII era grandfather caught my attention, and the fic itself made me grateful that I decided to go for it in the first place. This is another one where is trust is key to their relationship, considering the mental/emotional state Bucky is in at the beginning. Very good story overall!

7. Fourth Floor by dirtybinary, mithborien, picoalloe. So dirtybinary has written some amazing stucky fics, which is why I was so excited when I saw this being posted initially (a few years ago, but still). There’s magic! Mystery! Suspense! Some NatSharon! Looking this over, I’m wondering if I should’ve saved it for the Urban Fantasy list I wanna do (and If Wishing Made It So, if I’m being honest) but I do like it for the shrinkyclinks list. The writing is great, the characterization of Steve and Bucky is great, and like, they live in what is essentially a magical apartment complex, so what’s better than that?

8. my heart tells me you are lonely, too by FanGirling. Alright, so I read this one as it was being published, and the slow burn about killed me. You know, in a good way, though. Bucky lives in Steve and his mother’s apartment building, trying to figure out where to go with his life now that he’s broken free of Hydra and gotten his autonomy back. He’s obviously wary, skittish, but he takes a liking to Sarah Rogers when she reaches out to befriend him, surprised anyone wants to be near him let alone take the time to get to know him. Steve... is not so easily sold on Bucky. And I’m not gonna spoil anything here, but the shit these two go through is intense, and I cried a lot during this fic, sometimes out of frustration because they’re both ridiculous about their feelings (of course Bucky’s fears are valid, the man has been through literal hell, but also I was internally screaming a little as Bucky continually talked himself out of getting closer to Steve.) I wanted to wrap the both of them in about thirty blankets for pretty much the entire length of the fic. God. They’re just -- they’re so incredibly sweet in this one, once they work past their issues (Bucky and Steve are both more than a little messed up from their respective circumstances, but they make it work). Mind the tags on this one, also, especially because there is a chapter that deals with attempted sexual assault against Steve (obviously not with Bucky!), but Bucky handles the situation before anything truly nasty happens, that I can promise.

9. Local Raccoon Befriends Angry Chihuahua by charlesdk. This is yet another author I really love; they have a fantastic farmer!Steve/Modern!WS!Bucky story that I love to bits, as well as other great fics. But anyway, this one. The title sold me the second I saw it, honestly, I can’t even pretend that wasn’t the deciding factor in me reading this. I don’t think I can really do any better than the summary in explaining why I recommend it; feisty tiny Steve and lovestruck grumpy Bucky are a winning combination in my book. This one does feature the boys dealing with homophobia and ableism, though I can’t recall how severe it is. So I’d just mind the tags, and if you’re alright with them, thoroughly enjoy this story.

10. The Road to Hell is Paved with Tony’s Good Intentions by pinlilli. Bucky as a mail-order Russian bride. That’s the detail that pretty much demanded I click on this fic, and oh my god, it was even better than I ever could’ve expected. Tony, in a bid to help Steve get over his awful ex-boyfriend (fuck Brock Rumlow in every universe, honestly), literally orders him a husband -- in the form of beefy James Barnes, who is a fucking gem and I will not hear one bad word against him. He does chores, it’s lovely and adorable, and you will definitely fall just as hard as Steve does. There’s some canon-typical violence in this one that relates to James’ past, but nothing super graphic as far as I remember. Again, Rumlow is a dick and should be treated as such, but he’s hardly the most important part of this fic and I urge everyone to take a look at it if they’re as intrigued by Bucky being a mail-order husband as I was.

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cetaceans-pls · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Momentary Vampirism, Discussion of Blood bags, Family Bonding

The one where Bruce gets turned into a vampire, and Alfred has to call in the cavalry to deal with him.

Or, Dick comes through on a Friday night to help wrangle a reluctant bloodsucker.

Bro I just kind of went off on the concept of short-term vampirism and silverware, so here’s some Alfred-Dick-Bruce bonding over Bloody Marys and the different sorts of magic. Please enjoy this pick-me-up I wrote in one weird, frizzy sitting!

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“I came as soon as I could!” Dick says, rounding a corner so quickly he skids on the marble floor. The text had come through almost an hour ago, but he had been on the tail end of a Zoom interview (quitting policing this pandemic has been both terrifically easy and terribly hard) so between putting on pants and getting through Friday-night traffic, this is how things lie. “How is he?”

“‘He’ is fine, Dick, thank you for concern,” Bruce says tetchily from where he’s sat in the centre of the Yellow Room, surrounded six foot deep by Wayne Manor silverware haloing out around him. The UV lights they use at crime scenes are blaring harsh violet lines around the perimeter, and further out by the edges of the room, 6 of their portable sun lamps are turned off but trained right on him.

“This is all pointless,” Bruce carries on, sweeping his arm ‘round wide in a grand gesture, hissing when a brush against a silver-plated serving trolley has his hand sizzling. “Alfred really shouldn’t have called you.”

Dick ignores him completely to turn to Alfred, who has 3 sets of rosary beads hanging around his neck and irritation hanging from his eyes. “Uhm. I didn’t read further down the text than ‘B was attacked, please come over when you can’. I’m guessing I missed something?”

“You would be guessing right, Master Richard.” Alfred whips off a rosary and hangs it around Dick’s neck, and plops three teaspoons into a blazer pocket. “We aren’t sure quite who is to blame for this latest conundrum, but Batman was struck down by something while making rounds by the Cathedral. Master Bruce appears to have become a, a…” Alfred makes a disgusted noise, “a vampire of some sort, and had insisted I lock him up in a cell till a magic-user from the League could come by and take a look.”

Dick’s ashamed to admit that on hearing the word ‘vampire’ his fist had curled tightly around a teaspoon. After all, the bluntest edge can still manifest as a shiv, if you shove it in hard enough. He’s further shamed that Bruce clearly catches his micro-movement, and he just downright hates the pleased look B has at knowing that Dick is open to bodily violence against him.

Part of the commute time to get back to the Manor almost always involves him psyching himself up to deal with Bruce, and today it looks like it’s going to pay off.

“Okay, got it.” Dick deeply doesn’t, but bluffing can be as important as actually understanding, so. “Why’s he being kept here instead?”

“No master of the Manor,” Alfred says the way a lesser man would say ‘No son of mine’,”will be tossed into some cell while in full possession of himself, thank you very much.”

“I was going to start an automated protocol to have myself manacled and emergency-signal Superman to come by and potentially put me down,” Bruce interrupts from the near distance, “but I was lured here and now I’m trapped.”

Dick catches himself halfway through a laugh; he can’t help it. If Bruce really, really wanted to, escaping this room with its myriad hazards and shining lights would be possible, especially if the situation was so urgent that he was willing to risk serious injury for it.

If Bruce really, really thought he was a danger, thought deep in his messy little heart that he really, really could hurt or injure Alfred while it was just the two of them here waiting for reinforcements, Dick knows he would have grabbed the silver steak knife closest by and, ah, taken matters into his own hands.

It’s as ingrained a response as Dick instinctively putting himself between Bruce and Alfred even while his brain was still catching up to sudden vampirism, shiv-spoon (shvoon?) at the ready.

He lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, untenses muscles that had been ready for something awful since the text had come through. “You’re finally more bat than man, B, so don’t bother pretending to be upset.” Dick spies a tray laden with soup and bread on a little coffee table and heads over, giving up guarding Alfred because their much scarier guard dog has just sprouted fangs. “Oh, man, tomato soup and garlic bread? Alfred, you think of everything.”

“I do try,” Alfred primly says, clearly satisfied that Dick is on his side. “And if you could see your way clear to getting Master Bruce to also partake?”

“I said no, Alfred!” Bruce’s voice cracks like sudden thunder across the room, and it would have been mighty terrifying with its slight unearthly timber if the UV lights bouncing off forks didn’t make the room look a lot like a rave. Even with his eyes starting to turn red, even with the harsh edges of his shape blurring into mist, Bruce can’t quite manage to intimidate.

Everyone in the room knows that it’s just for show, now, so even paranormal powers manifesting doesn’t slow down Dick’s enjoyment of soup. “C’mon, Bruce. It’s just like a blood transfusion, except you take it through the mouth. We all routinely take worse things through the mouth.” Just last week Dick had crunched on something while eating a bowl of soggy cereal he’d accidentally left out overnight, and the certainty that it was some sort of super-armoured cockroach haunts him till this day. “Is it a supply and demand thing? You can have some of my blood bags, Alfred can take some out of me while I’m here.”

“What an excellent suggestion, Master Richard. My blood has unfortunately been turned down because Master Bruce has some spectacularly backwards thoughts regarding older folk, but surely there’ll be no complaint for yours.”

“There are plenty of complaints!” Bruce roars, now up on his feet and pacing in the little circle at the centre of all the silver. “I will not eat anyone’s blood, I will stay in this space and meditate until Zatanna shows up and cures me. There is a magic user zapping vampirism into people in Gotham, and none of this will be solved by you sticking an arm under my teeth!”

His fangs are all the way out now, down almost to his chin, drawing scratches on stubbly skin. Under the native environment of the Bat, out in the night perched somewhere high, he’d be a terror.

Under the warm loving light of the Yellow Room, under the warm loving gaze of people who know him best, he’s more ‘angry hissing kitten’ than anything else.

Dick slurps the rest of the soup, and mops up the rest with the crusty bit of his garlic toast. “So, if it was me that got turned into a vampire, you’re telling me you… wouldn’t IV pump me full of blood fresh out your veins? If you lie to me I will throw a teaspoon at your head.”

There’s nothing but a mutinous quiet from Bruce, who’s huffing and misting and snarling and floating a good three inches off the ground. Good, at least he’s not feeling so pressed to the edge that he needed to lie.

“… I’ll take my own blood.”

Alfred sniffs, and it’s a dignified sound that somehow echoes in this fairly large room. “After your little altercation with Dr. Ivy last week, sir, your own supply is running unfortunately low. Two bags left, and I intend to keep them in case coming out of vampirism treats you poorly. No, sir, you’ll have a mug of Master Richard’s blood or so help me God I will tranquilise you and feed it to you myself.”

Alfred catches himself mid-rampage, and huffs a little while neatening the cuff of his shirt. “Those are your choices, sir. Pick one.”

Reading the room, it’s easy to tell that the hour it took Dick to get here from Bludhaven has likely been filled with that sort of tersely-worded bitching that Alfred and Bruce have down to the finest art. “A couple of pints of blood, Type D, coming right up. Bruce, I’d recommend just giving up right now. If Alfred works down the line, Jason’s coming in next, and that’s gonna end with a fist to the mouth.” Dick brushes crumbs off his hands, and jumps out of the crouch he’d been in on the arm of the sofa to head towards Alfred. “No one’s getting out of that without a broken finger or fang or both, so just take mine, okay? For us.”

Bruce doesn’t deign to actually say yes or fine , just seems to fade into shadows he’s manifesting himself, but it reads like a grumpy acceptance of defeat.

Good enough , thinks Dick. “Give us a sec, we’ll be right back. If you’re extra good, I’ll even make a Bloody Mary out of mine!”

Batarangs aren’t made of silver, but they sure do make a flashy thunk when they bite into a doorjamb a clean 10 feet away from the nearest person.

Alfred huffs a quiet laugh but Dick is much louder and substantially more insulting as they make their way down to the Cave.

The blood fridge is a thing of stainless steel tucked in a corner of the medbay, and it’s covered in magnets. The Wayne brood travel a lot, but Bats and Birds travel even more. It’s become a weird habit that got adopted like kids get adopted ‘round here; Dick looks at a cracked dinosaur magnet he’d bought at the Bludhaven Natural History Museum his first night out as Nightwing, and nostalgia hits harder than teeth in the neck. “We’re gonna need a bigger one of these soon, Alfred. We’re almost out of free real estate.”

“We shall persevere nonetheless, sir.” Alfred opens the fridge, and goes along the top row till he gets to the little placard with Dick’s face on it. The filing system remains sweetly, sweetly old-school, even if everyone knows where theirs is stored by feel alone, and each bag is barcoded with enough details to alarm even the most dedicated phlebotomist.

Looking over the racks, Dick whistles. “Bruce isn’t the only one who’s had a rough time recently, huh? Tim didn’t mention that the last Titans’ fight got him two bags down.”

For that, he gets his ear flicked. “Don’t snoop, Master Richard, it’s unbecoming.” Alfred takes a bag off Dick’s shelf and pops it into a cooler bag. He closes the door, and heads to the kitchenette in the Cave where he scrounges up a little metal straw. “Thank you for coming by so quickly. I was at my wits’ end trying to convince him to have just the littlest nibble. He tried to keep himself locked in the Batmobile when he came back via autopilot.” Alfred rinses the straw with more aggression than necessary. “I tugged on the handle, and the door was locked. A door, locked to me! In my own home!” He sounds as incensed as Alfred ever does, but he also goes to grab some tomato juice and a couple of sticks of celery, just in case.

“You wore him down for me, Alfred, I had it easy.” Dick quietly grabs another couple of bags of his blood, because deep deep down Bruce isn’t the only one hesitant about feeding on family, looks like. “Surprised you’d turn to me for this, though. Seems like more of a Tim thing, have him over with a 50-slide presentation on why vampirism’s really not that different to CPR, or something.” He swoops by Alfred’s side and picks up the cooler bag and the bucket of ice, because there are a lot of stairs from the Cave back up to Yellow, and kind men deserve kind things done on behalf of their creaking knees, thanks very much.

“You certainly have a point, Master Tim can be alarmingly persuasive with his statistics and, ah, unblinking stare.” Alfred doesn’t acknowledge Dick helping him with his things, just looks a little glad to have a hand free to hold on to the handrail, which is acknowledgement enough. “However, I have to admit that when I am at my wits’ end with Master Bruce, I always want to turn to you, Master Dick.” He pauses at the top of the stairs, turns and smiles his neat little smile at Dick who is finding balance harder to maintain than usual. “You have kept me company in my never-ending fight to care for Master Bruce longer than anyone else, after all.”

(Longer, longer, longer even than Bruce’s parents, God love them both.)

Alfred reaches out, pats Dick’s hand and nimbly reacquires his wares. “Do not under any circumstance tell the others, of course, but an old man is allowed his favourite ally.”

Dick is a whole-ass adult who’s lived through more things than people 15 times his age, he’s dressed in a smart suit and tie after an interview for a position as a flight paramedic, and he’s helped ward off the apocalypse at least on three separate occasions.

He knows enough about enough to know that their vampire-magician is deeply, deeply outclassed by Alfred’s mastery over spacetime, because right now Dick knows that if he looks down at himself, he’ll be 9 years old again, wearing oversized pyjamas as he tries not to cry because it’s his birthday and Alfred had made him a stack of pancakes the size of his head, while Bruce skulks by the door holding five separate tubs of ice cream, looking uncomfortable and uncertain and bound and determined to be a responsible parent

(like he’s bound and determined to be a responsible vampire).

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dick murmurs under his breath, rubbing his cheek to break the spell.

“Language,” Alfred’s voice floats back towards him, as they make their way back to the Yellow Room.

There’s a bit of a scuffle, trying to get Bruce to actually drink the blood. When Dick had casually tossed a bag at Bruce, it had been batted right back at him like the world’s weirdest opening to a game of ping-pong. Another fight almost broke out then, because at least a third of all of Gotham’s collective stubbornness was sat in the room at that point, but Dick managed to force through a resolution by making a Bloody bloody Mary for Bruce, and regular Bloody Marys for himself and Alfred.

They sit where they want, Bruce in his circle, Dick perched on a windowsill, and Alfred on the sofa, and they sip at their meticulously non-identical drinks. They’re on their third round of Bloody Marys and sweet idle conversation when the message comes through that Zatanna’s on her way, and the tension in the room drains as smoothly as they do their drinks.

“Ah, what perfect timing,” Alfred says like he hasn’t worked his way through an alarming amount of vodka. “Just in time for a really early breakfast.”

It’s 3 AM, and hopefully after unraveling vampirism Z will be interested in some god-tier chicken and waffles. Dick’s stomach is already rumbling, and he’s in an unspeakably good mood. It’s a trinity of trinities, three generations of Wayne and Wayne-adjacents, three Bloody Marys each, it’s three o'clock in the morning.

There’s a father, a son, and Alfred counts as their Holiest Ghost, probably. Funny that Bruce has to become unholy to make Dick feel gently religious, though that might be the vodka and dreams of fried chicken futures. “How’re you feeling, Bruce?”

Flushed with blood, Bruce looks healthier and heartier than he does on average, which is a fight to tackle a different night. “… Better,” he admits, digging a fang into a celery stick with an expression of deep concentration. “I could fly if I tried, I think.”

Dick whoops, and nearly drops his glass. “It’s that vitamin D, bay-bee.”

It even earns a chuckle from Alfred, and Dick can feel god in this Yellow Room tonight. “I think,” Dick says with utmost seriousness, “that being a vampire is a good look for you, B. Feels good to get you something, even if it’s just a drink.”

Feels good to be able to provide for you instead of the other way ‘round, is something a more sober Dick would think.

From his corner, Alfred raises his glass in a steady-handed toast. “Just a drink is plenty when just a drink is all you need. So here’s a toast to you, Master Dick. Thank you for coming to our rescue.”

In the middle of a sea of silverware, Bruce raises his glass too, and oh, now Dick’s the one gone red in the face.

“Any time,” he says, and he’s glad to know he means it. “Honestly, this makes me feel like B should get turned into a vampire more often.” There’s a lot of magic in the Manor tonight, and only the tiniest fraction of it has to do with their rogue magician. Dick can’t remember when he last spent this much time with just Alfred and Bruce, and it feels like a loose anchor digging in juuust right.

The world’s in turmoil and his personal life has seen better days, but there’s a tether that comes off from the Manor and these two men. Sometimes, it’s a noose.

More often than not, it’s a lifeline, and what a fine feeling it is to know that that goes both ways.

Dick doesn’t know what’s showing on his face, though by how Bruce is now sat up and intensely staring at him, he’s probably revealing way, way too sopping much.

Bruce clears his throat, and his flush deepens into a rosy, rosy red. “Well. As being a part-time vampire does have its advantages, it’s. Hmm. I will discuss it with Zatanna, and see what I can do.”

And geeze, time-travel magic must be inherited too because Dick’s been forced back to his 9th birthday again, to Bruce Wayne-the-literal-Batman hovering uncertainly while holding way too much ice cream as he tries to accommodate Dick in that stupid, awkward, and hideously embarrassing way only he knows how.

“I’ll toast to that,” Dick says, ignoring the terrible scratch and crack in his voice, and he and Bruce both only nearly lose it when Alfred raises his glass again, and

quietly, quietly

murmurs, “Here’s a toast to my family”.

#batfam #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #family bonding #whale writing #bro i watched a weird japanese tv show last week #and it just left me in the weirdest most off-kilter mood #there literally way no direction for this story #i just like the thought of alfred having different niche categories #he can assign favourites too #and also vampire bruce who can turn to mist but doesn't #bc he was raised right #anyways here's wonderwall

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volturialice · 4 years

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twilight quarantine ficathon 2020

I’m late but here’s a thing I wrote

oneshot, 1.7k words

prompt

warnings: graphic violence, blood, minor character death

rating: T

pairings: gen

the mission

“You know your orders. Get in, get the girl, get out.”

Headlights flicker past the opening of the tunnel, making everyone’s shadows crawl over the walls, lengthened and distorted.

Riley keeps talking. “Kill whoever’s with her, but don’t get distracted. The girl is priority #1. Whoever brings her back alive will be rewarded.”

Bree can’t help but think all this “reward” talk would probably be more effective if they hadn’t just gorged themselves on half of Seattle’s homeless population. Whoever this human is, Riley is taking no chances that one of them will slip up and kill her.

He surveys the six of them, lined up like a squad of superheroes in a movie. Too bad the Spiderman kid wasn’t picked to come on this mission.

“Any questions?”

Kristie raises her hand like they’re in kindergarten. “What kind of reward?”

Typical. Of course that’s all these morons can think about, even with their eyes practically glowing with the blood of a fresh kill.

“That’s for her to reveal. Trust me, you won’t wanna miss out on this one.”

Translation: Riley doesn’t know. Bree was ready to ignore all the reward stuff and just focus on staying out of everyone else’s way long enough to survive, but now she can’t help but wonder what the reward is. Maybe it’s some type of special, super-mega-delicious blood, blood like they’ve never smelled before. Bree wouldn’t care, so long as she could feed alone. That would be the best reward—to be able to lose herself in the taste, the exhilarating red rush, without having to protect her back.

Why did Riley pick Bree to come on this mission in the first place? She’s half the size of the others. She thought she’d been doing a good job making herself invisible, acting meek and pathetic enough to be overlooked, hiding behind Freaky Fred night after night. It’s hard to miss Fred, exactly, but Bree wishes like hell he were on this mission with her. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel so exposed, like she’s walking into a trap.

It makes her uneasy, not knowing the whole story. What’s the deal with this mysterious girl, and why do they need her alive?

Screw it.

“What’s so special about this girl? Why does…she want her alive?”

Riley pins Bree under a Look, like she’s the last person he expected to question him. Shit, she’s got his full attention now. So much for flying under the radar.

“I didn’t ask. We don’t question orders from her,” he says, a warning. “But if you want my best guess…I think she wants to change the girl. For her to join us.”

A groan goes up from the others. Another “soldier” means more competition for blood.

Idiots. Didn’t they notice how Riley avoided answering the first question? Since when does he go to all this trouble to change one lousy human? Riley recruits delinquents, addicts, desperate pickpockets and starving runaways—easy prey. He doesn’t bother with anyone who can’t be lured into a dark alley by the promise of a cheeseburger.

“All right,” says Riley, marshaling the troops now. “We all know the mission. I handpicked each and every one of you because I know you’re the best ones for this job.”

Bree catches Raoul side-eyeing her. Yeah, she doesn’t know why she’s here either. Riley fixes each of them in turn with a serious-business look as he talks.

“This is your chance to prove yourselves. I know you won’t let me down. After we pull this off, it’ll be unlimited blood for each of you. Now it’s go time. Get into position and wait for my signal.”

The others take off down the tunnel, already frothing at mouth at the mention of unlimited blood. Bree moves to follow when she’s cut off by a sharp command:

“Not you, Bree. Hang back a minute. I have a very special task for you.”

Nearly 1 AM. The smeared reflections of neon lights on wet pavement. The cinema is in a run-down part of town, its marquee lit up in garish reds and greens, advertising Face Punch 2: Knuckle Sandwich and Love Spelled Backwards is Still ‘Love.’ Whoever put the letters up ran out of E’s, so that it actually reads “Love Spelled Backwards is Still Lovc.”

The street is deserted—shuttered bodegas, a darkened McDonald’s, an empty pawn shop next to what looks like some kind of loan shark office. Missing posters flutter on a telephone pole—nobody Bree recognizes. Some unfortunate meal, most likely.

There’s a burst of sound as the cinema door swings open and two humans stumble out of the brightly lit lobby. Teenagers, not much older than Bree.

She zeroes in on the girl—white, brunette, and dark-eyed, totally average-looking. Whatever makes her special, it sure as hell isn’t visible to the naked eye. Does she have some sort of weird gift, like Freaky Fred? That has to be it. Why else go to all this trouble to kidnap and change her?

There’s a guy, too, but he doesn’t matter. His heartbeats are numbered.

Bree’s eyes find Riley, silhouetted on the roof, a shadowy figure looming above the marquee like a gargoyle. He gives her a single nod. Showtime.

Bree is across the street from the cinema, in the mouth of an alley that smells like piss and rotten garbage. At Riley’s signal, she heaves a pitiful sob.

“Whoa,” says the guy. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

God, humans are useless. Bree sobs louder, hunched forward in a pathetic ball. She tries to remember what it felt like to cry for real—her face hot and wet, pressure building in her head, heaving the air from her lungs until her chest felt raw. The only constant now is the burning in her throat.

“Oh shit, it’s a kid.”

With her hair falling into her face, Bree knows she looks even younger than her real age. She hears the human take a step toward her, pulling his companion with him.

Bree tries out a fake sniffle. It earns her a few more steps—the guy’s. The girl is hanging back, hesitant, poised on the edge of the curb.

“I don’t know…”

Bree can practically hear Riley’s voice in her head: focus! You know what’s at stake here!

She heaves her most heartrending sob yet, a quavering, abject sound that makes her hate herself a little.

“Come on, it’s just a kid. Are we supposed to leave a crying kid out here?”

That’s right. Take the bait.

The girl heaves a sigh and steps off the curb. Still hidden under her hair, Bree hears rather than sees the humans approach.

“Hey there. Are you ok?”

Bree looks up at the guy, watches his eyes widen as they scan over her face. What is he seeing? She remembers how Riley looked to her that fateful day with the cheeseburger—movie-star hot, like unreal hot. She had thought to herself, no one should be that beautiful—that it was unfair. Maybe she’d jinxed herself.

Now she gets to her feet, slowly, clumsily. She swipes roughly at her eyes—shit, did the human notice their color?—dashing away imaginary tears. “I’m lost,” she says, letting her voice hitch just a little. “I…I was walking home and my phone died.”

The girl is still hanging back, peering at Bree over the guy’s shoulder. Not good enough. Bree takes a step backward, into the alley. “I’m sorry. I’m—I’m fine.” She shrinks away from the Big Scary Human Male.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” says the girl, stepping around him. She holds out her hands so Bree can see she’s not a threat. Closer…closer…at this distance the girl’s warm scent hits her like a wave, making her throat burn even though she’s just fed.

Alive, alive. Bring her in alive. The back of Bree’s neck prickles under the weight of six hidden, red-eyed gazes. It was stupid to make seven vampires compete for one human girl and expect her to come out unscathed. They’re gonna tear her apart the second Bree makes a move.

Unless she makes a different move. It’s a complete contradiction of her orders, but maybe there’s a better plan here. Maybe she can have her cake and eat it, too.

Faster than the humans can see, Bree darts out—don’t breathe, don’t think, just do it—and rips.

The guy hasn’t even had time to feel her nails tearing out his throat before she’s tossed him behind her, into the alley.

Shocked silence—then the human girl’s high, piercing scream as five many-limbed shadows erupt from their hiding places to descend on her companion. The guy can only manage a pathetic, choking gurgle.

The scream cuts off as Bree claps a bloody hand over the girl’s face—gently, gently, don’t cave it in—and yanks her around the corner.

Guttural snarls erupt in the alley, drowning out the wet tearing sound—an arm?—and the clatter of stone limbs on pavement, on each other, amid the biting, ripping frenzy.

Riley appears at Bree’s shoulder and she almost snarls at him—back off—my prey—no, not prey. Still holding her breath, she shoves the girl into Riley’s arms.

“Well, well,” muses Riley, lip curled the slightest bit as he inspects his quarry. “That was unexpected. Not quite what I had in mind, but you’ve done well. I’ll be sure to let her know who’s responsible for this victory.”

Thank fuck, it worked. He’s not angry. Bree almost lets out the breath she’s been holding, until a sickening crunch from the alley reminds her not to.

The human girl is shaking like a leaf, hyperventilating. “Wh—what’s—I—I don’t—please—”

“Sshhhhh,” soothes Riley. “Don’t worry. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

Riley grins over her shoulder at Bree, like they’re sharing a joke, and Bree finds her own lips curving up in response. Victory, he’d said. The reward is all hers.

The girl blinks up at him. Beneath the shock and terror, something flares in her face—recognition.

“R…Riley? Riley Biers?”

Riley’s grin widens.

“Hello, Jessica,” he says. “Long time no see.”

#goldeneyedgirl #twificathon2020 #bree tanner #riley biers #twilight fanfiction #graphic violence //#minor character death //#blood //#fic: mine #apparently i can only write horror! enjoy #2020 ficathon

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softjeon · 6 years

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Through the Veil | Pt. 9

• Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook • Genre: Angst / Fluff | demon!AU (→ Gifset Trailer) • Words: 8,5k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol and violence / death / graphic content

↳ Jungkook is pretty sure that he is a normal human being, but he is also sure that this book, he got from his grandma, is a cookbook. So when it turns out that the words he's reciting are not to cook some tasty meal but to summon something from the depth of the underworld - then maybe there are a few more suprises for him in stock. « previous chapter | masterlist | next chapter »

Jungkook let him get dragged along by the ferryman who roughly placed him into a line of people, or souls, as Jungkook realized when he looked a little closer. It seemed like what was left was only the shell off the people that had died. There were mostly old people but a few younger ones and Jungkook gulped heavily.

Persephone had told him, that the mission he was on wasn’t an easy one, but he couldn’t help but feel a little mad that she had sent him off alone. Especially now that he thought about it a little more, as he came, step by step, closer to the boat, he realized that it would be dangerous for him as well. Wouldn’t it be also very draining to be so deep in hell for a human like him? Shouldn’t that have any effects? Suddenly Jungkook gasped for air in panic as he looked around. The waves kept crashing against the boat, as they got closer and closer to the other side. Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his focus on his task. All he needed to do was to find Yoongi. He didn’t know how or where, yet but he was sure he would succeed. Jungkook tried to mimic the other souls to his best ability, by sitting as still as he could, staring off into the distance, looking as unlively as he could. The heat of the air and the pain in his chest was making it harder for him to breathe, as it felt like the deeper they got the darker it got around them.

He hadn’t realized how much time went by until the boat docked on the other side. The ferryman was calling for them to get out of the boats and in line and Jungkook quickly followed. He needed to separate from the crowd, that he was sure of, or else he would end somewhere he didn’t want to be. Persephone had told him about the gate and that the souls were led through it to get to probably pay for their sins. In an unobserved moment, Jungkook quickly sneaked away and hid behind one of the many ledges that came out of the ground and peaked up. It reminded him of Yoongi’s cave and the way all the stalagmites reached up to the ceiling of it. If it wasn’t so hot and dark at the same time, Jungkook would have probably like it and stand in awe for a moment. He flinched right out of his thoughts, when a sudden loud bark made him peak over the stone. “Oh shoot,” Jungkook ‘cursed’ quietly when he saw not one, not two but three heads of a dog that stood right in the middle of the gate, where the souls walked through. He couldn’t help but admit that he was scared. Nervously he watched how the souls got through one by one, the dog carefully sniffing at them. Only when he was sure that everyone was gone through and the ferrymen were sailing back to the other side, Jungkook got out of his hiding spot.

The young human boy cleared his throat, before taking another deep breath. He stared off blankly into the distance, humming and growling like a zombie as he waddled towards the gate in hope that the dog mistook him for a soul that got lost – but unfortunately for him the three-headed dog wasn’t fooled that easily, especially if one could smell the difference between humans and souls. Jungkook froze completely, when the snout of the dog was so close to him, sniffing him up, before baring his teeth with a low growl. It most definitely was a warning – that much he got.

Quickly he backed up again, holding his hands up in a weak attempt to show the big dog that he came in peace. His heart was beating fast and Jungkook blindly ignored the pain that was getting worse and worse. Yoongi must be really hurting. He needed to come up with something quick. Another loud bark made Jungkook flinch and he could feel his hands shaking in fear.

“Think, Jungkook, think,” He said to himself as he tried to come up with a plan, when he suddenly remembered a history lesson from school. They had talked about Greek mythology and even though it was all just stories, some of it seemed to be true – now that he had seen it with his own eyes. Other gods had passed the three headed dog before, they had somehow lured the creature in, with a honey cake for example – but Jungkook didn’t have one - but he had something else. It was the only idea he had, so it was worth a try. He sighed deeply, trying to gather all his courage as he closed his eyes.

Then he simply began to sing, “That I always wonder what you’re up to, pictures I’m living through for now~” He took a step closer to the three headed dog, who looked at him curiously, listening attentively. “Trying to remember all the good times, our life was cutting through so loud~” Jungkook kept on singing and without knowing a hint of his angel magic stirred inside of him, making the dog go pliant with every tone he sang, “Memories are playing in my dull mind. I hate this part; paper hearts and I’ll hold a piece of yours~” The young boy closed his eyes as he kept on singing, his voice resonating through hell. The magic in his voice wrapped himself around the dog, calming him and making him sit, as all three heads yawned, showing off the sharp teeth, before resting it on his paws and snoring quietly. Jungkook carefully walked by, in awe about how easy it was, singing a bit longer until he deemed himself far enough. Only then he turned around, ran away and towards the palace that was stretching itself out on the horizon. It must be Hades. There was no other option.

Just when he had run half the way Jungkook stopped, his breath coming in short pants. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the demon. “Where are you?” He mumbled to himself repeatedly. He wasn’t sure if Yoongi would hear him or feel him or if the bond magically told him the way. Jungkook slowly but surely was starting to panic.

Yoongi was barely conscious, slipping in and out of feverish dreams that were caused by his body lacking the magic it so desperately needed. He was burning up. The wound, the energy loss, the effects of the magic powder, it all had become too much for him. Yoongi felt so weak that even raising his arm felt like an unimaginable task.

He wondered if this was it. If he would take his last breath here. He felt sadness sweep through him like a wave, washing everything else away until the only thing left was this unbearable sadness with a tinge of regret. He hoped with all that he had that someone send by Persephone would find his body as soon as she realized that he hadn’t made it. If she got the shard anyway then maybe she would still be nice to Jungkook. And if Hoseok would stick to his promise then maybe, hopefully, he would help the angel boy to get back up to the living to go back to his everyday life. Sweet, beautiful Jungkook!

He could almost see his face in front of him. Hear him calling his name. His dream Jungkook sounded worried and he didn’t like the fearful expression in the other’s eyes so he tried to tell him that it was okay, that he wasn’t even really hurting any longer but his tongue refused to do its task. Nothing but a mumble came out. Jungkook only looked more scared. He was glad that he had touched that glittery stuff because it was nice to have Jungkook besides him even if he knew that it was impossible that he was actually here. And it was nice to know that Jungkook was safe, far, far away from this.

Jungkook felt a sudden pull in his heart, something that was aching painfully, and he blindly ran in panic. It let the memories of his own death appear and Jungkook choked on a sob, as he followed the pull mindlessly. He wanted to scream out for his demon, but he wasn’t sure if guards were around or if Hades would come back any time. Wiping away his tears, he suddenly stumbled over a little stone. He caught his own fall with his hands that bruised from the stones that ripped his skin open but Jungkook didn’t mind – there was only one thing that he cared about now. He brushed off the dirt, wanting to look up and see how far the palace was still away when he saw something – or someone. His someone.

“Yoongi!” He suddenly yelled out and scrambled on his feet when he saw someone leaning onto a stone, hunched over and eyes closed. “Oh no, please,” Jungkook rushed over to him, cupping the demon’s face right away and patting his cheek to make him wake up, “Please wake up, please be okay.” Jungkook reacted on instinct, pressing his lips onto Yoongi’s hoping it wasn’t too late.

Suddenly something pushed through the haze in his mind and he could feel Jungkook’s lips on him. He wondered how a hallucination could feel so real when the sudden rush of pure energy flushed away the haziness and the pain, the damage and the magic hallucination, leaving his mind clear and fresh and functioning as if nothing had ever happened.

He gasped for air the second Jungkook pulled away, heart hammering in his chest from how forcefully it was pushed into overdrive, the gifted magic busy to close and properly heal the wounds of claws on his chest that the hellhound had left. He needed two attempts at speaking but finally managed when he felt refreshed enough to pull himself into a more sitting position. “Oh god, you’re here, you’re real! You... oh my goddess... you are dead! You’re here because you are dead! I left you alone up there and you died because. Oh Jungkook, I shouldn’t have left you alone, I’m sorry, why did you leave your room, I tried to protect you, Jungkookie, sweet, little Kookie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that…,” He interrupted his sorrowful rambling when his brain caught up with what had just happened. Jungkook had fed him energy. However, he knew how to do that and wherever he had the energy from. But he couldn’t do this as a soul. Not like this. And also, the bond felt pretty much intact. Jungkook wasn’t here because he was dead. But if he hadn’t come down to hell the natural way then how exactly had he managed to come here at all?

“How on earth did you manage to reach me? And why... why would you even help me after ...,” He had left practically right after finishing screaming at each other. Jungkook couldn’t help but cry tears of happiness, smiling at Yoongi in cheer joy that he had gotten him back. “I’m not dead, you idiot,” Jungkook chuckled, “I stayed in just like you said. You think I didn’t see Hoseok being around everywhere I go? And the hellhound came back? You remember him. He kept me company. Staying in front of my door all day. I’m good – Persephone sent me here.” He caressed over Yoongi’s cheek lovingly, sniffling his nose cutely. “I’m here to help you, damn it,” Jungkook scolded Yoongi teasingly, “Stop worrying about me! You are the one hurt!” He leaned in to kiss Yoongi on his lips again, not to give him energy but just to feel him. He needed to. So badly.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbled against the demon’s lips, “I know you’ve been just taking care of me and I hadn’t realized that I was thanking you for saving me with getting myself into trouble more. I will listen to you now, I promise. No more danger.” Despite everything Yoongi closed his eyes when Jungkook's lips met his again and just enjoyed the strange feeling that it gave him to have the younger so close. It was a strange thing to be kissed for real, not in a dream that he had pushed upon him. However though, it ended way too soon when Jungkook informed him about Hades arrival. The sudden loud noise made both flinch and Jungkook pushed Yoongi back, so he would stay where he was, while he looked over the stone they were hiding behind. Hades had returned and even though Jungkook could only see his back, as he was walking with a big smile towards his palace, he was pretty damn sure it was the god himself. “Ehm…talking about danger - will Hades think that you’re waiting there at his palace? Because if so…then we should hurry and quickly go the other way,” Jungkook whispered worriedly, “And I hope no matter what Persephone wanted you to get, you didn’t leave too much chaos? So, he wouldn’t suspect anything, right?”

The adrenalin shocked him back into reality and Yoongi was up on his feet in a second. If someone would see him now they would never believe that he was on the brink of fading away just a few minutes ago. But that’s what the magic could do for him. If it ran in his blood, he was practically invincible. Except maybe for hounds and strange missions in hell that included mingling with business of the gods.

“Nah, don’t worry, everything’s fine,” Or at least everything would be fine as long as Hades wouldn’t go into his storage room. But why should he? And even if he went in there to check for stuff, there were so many things lying around Yoongi was pretty sure (or rather stupidly hoping and therefore telling himself so) that Hades wouldn’t realize that anything was missing in this chaos. Or notice that someone was in there. He hadn’t hurt the hound, the lock was back in place and as far as he knew he hadn’t left any traces - unless the blood from the shard had dripped unto the carpet. Yoongi opened his hand that was now fully healed and where only a bit of dried blood from before told that it hadn’t been like this the whole time. He was staring at the shard, that fragile little thing that could help read the angel’s book and use all the spells inside of it. Like the one to bind demons. And also, to set them free again afterwards.

Jungkook watched Yoongi closely, staying by his side in case he needed someone to hold on to – but he seemed fine. While his gaze fixated on the shard, Jungkook nervously looked around. “Come,” Jungkook wrapped his hand around Yoongi’s wrist and pulled him along, “We’ve got to go home.” He quickly bit his lip to hide the smile and walked ahead and back to where the gate was. “I don’t know if you’d be able to fly all the way over the river, we should better save the energy and get a boat,” Jungkook said quietly, “You have to apparate with two people not just yourself.” The closer they got to the gate, the louder the snores of the dog were and Jungkook was hoping that he just stayed asleep.

Yoongi almost asked what Jungkook meant with ‘home’ but he kept himself from it, just to prevent the younger to realize that soon they wouldn’t be connected any more. Instead he just nodded and followed Jungkook back to the gate because unlike him it seemed as if Jungkook knew exactly where he was going. Seeing the three headed dog sleeping at the gate was a strange sight but at least it explained one of the mysteries how Jungkook had managed to walk around in hell like this. Yoongi made sure to get in between Jungkook and the three headed dog in case it woke up. Because he could take a hound’s claws and survive it but Jungkook wouldn’t. And he wasn’t losing him! At least not like this - over the shard-and-book-way he had no control over.

Jungkook almost giggled with the way Yoongi was pushing himself in front of him, but it got stuck in his throat the second he got pressed against the gate when the dog stirred sleepily, and the demon reacted instinctively.

When the dog opened his eyes and Yoongi told Jungkook to stay still and quiet, the human boy did exactly the opposite (even though he had promised Yoongi to listen to whatever he said only moments ago). Jungkook began to sing again, hoping that it works just as perfectly as it did before. “Hoping that you won’t forget, I live through pictures as if I was right there by your side~” The magic in him woke again, following his singing voice out to its aims. If Yoongi wasn’t so busy staring down the three-headed-monster in front of him that was currently busy sniffing and snarling and deciding which one of them to rip into pieces first he would have whipped around and asked Jungkook if he was insane. He had asked him to be quiet only moments ago and Jungkook seemed determined to tell the dog exactly where they were and get them killed... Still he wasn’t as angry as he should be, not even close.

“But you’ll be good without me and if I could just give it some time, I’ll be all right~,” Jungkook kept on singing, pushing Yoongi quietly to tell him to go on.

Jungkook’s voice was so soothing, so calming. His words were like butterflies dancing around you and distracting you with beautiful colors and their gentle grace. It took Yoongi awhile to get what Jungkook was doing. It wasn’t only Yoongi who was affected by these crystal-clear notes, it was also the hound. With all its three heads. Yoongi watched in awe as the hate melted out of those big, glowing eyes and instead left only room for sleepiness and attachment. The hound seemed to like Jungkook’s voice. Jungkook had made Cerberus fall for him, the guard of the gate of hell. To be fair Yoongi couldn’t imagine resisting that honey sweet voice either. While the dog placed its heads back onto his paws they sneaked further through the gate, Yoongi keeping his eyes on the hound and his grip on Jungkook. He wanted to kiss him out of thankfulness and if it wouldn’t have effectively shut Jungkook up he would have done it right away.

Jungkook kept on singing until he deemed it safe until, only then a wide grin appeared on his face as he looked proudly at Yoongi. He let the demon pull him along and over to where the boats were. In an unobserved moment, both sneaked up to one and Jungkook quickly got in, while Yoongi untied the rope. With a bit of magic, the boat was sailing across the river and Jungkook sighed deeply, the tension falling off his shoulders.

Jungkook let his gaze wander over to Yoongi, while he managed the rudder. The waves kept crashing against the boat and Jungkook flung his arms around himself to keep warm. He could feel that Yoongi was somewhere else with his mind, looking a bit worried, so he spoke up, thinking that it was because of their fight. “Are you still mad at me?” Jungkook asked carefully, “I promise as soon as we’re back I won’t do anything anymore without your permission. I really mean it, that I am sorry. I’ll be good, I swear.” His expression was full of worry and regret, hoping that Yoongi would forgive him. He really didn’t want to fight with him anymore and just wanted him to come back.

Yoongi turned only half towards Jungkook to keep the boat on track when the younger spoke up. He had been too lost in his thoughts about what it could mean if Persephone was able to read the book now to realize how long he had been silent. Of course, it had made Jungkook worry. The younger always got nervous when there was tension. So Yoongi made sure to give him a friendly smile before he leaned over and ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry about it. I guess neither of us really meant what we said during our fight. I know that you felt caged in and I...” He sighed deeply and then decided that it didn’t really matter anymore they would probably go their separate ways soon anyway, so he might as well show weakness and tell Jungkook the truth. “I was just so worried about you that I would rather have you mad at me and alive than in danger. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt or even dead when I come back. I felt so helpless thinking about you being all on your own while I was so far away and unable to come help you no matter how you felt.” Quickly, Yoongi turned back towards the water seemingly emerged in making sure that they would reach the other side quick and safe. He wasn’t sure how Jungkook would react to him acting so ‘soft’ and he wasn’t too keen on finding out.

Jungkook could feel the sudden heat rise to his cheek, making him blush hard. He was looking everywhere but Yoongi, when he mumbled his reply, “I worried about you, too. I do… a lot. Every time you’re away.” Jungkook barely glanced at Yoongi, before he turned his head looking over his shoulder as he saw the shore coming closer and closer. When they docked against the edge a bit away from the usual spots where the boats were, Jungkook quickly jumped out of it and pulled it in using all his strength.

Yoongi tried his hardest not to coo at the younger’s cuteness but then he thought about how he would have felt if Jungkook had done that a minute before, so he quickly dropped it. He did smile to himself though. Jungkook was worried about him. About him, a magically abled, horned, winged creature with claws and the ability to fight his way to almost anything. Maybe he should pretend to be offended that Jungkook thought so weakly of him and watch the angel boy get more flustered. Their arrival interrupted his plans and they quickly tied the boot to something stable enough to hold it. Hopefully one of the ferrymen would find it and not think any more if it besides that one of his colleagues had lost his way a little. It was better not to leave any traces but pulling the boat back to the others wasn’t an option because normally only the ferryman went in this direction and Jungkook and him obviously weren’t that. So, they secured the boat and then ran as fast as they could to hide behind the very next spot that would shield them from other creatures’ eyes. The heap of rocks they hid behind wasn’t big enough to stand so Yoongi sat down, gesturing for Jungkook to come closer. “Come on, I need you to get really close to me. This wasn’t a walk in the park and I want to make sure that all parts of both of us arrive.”

Jungkook nodded eagerly and got closer to him. When Yoongi shook his head and motioned for him to get even more closer, Jungkook just bluntly sat himself on the demon’s lap. “I’d like to get back in one piece,” The human boy whispered and leaned his head onto Yoongi’s shoulders, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “I missed you,” He murmured and closed his eyes, hoping they would be back in the underworld soon. Jungkook definitely had enough drama and danger for today.

To be honest Yoongi had secretly hoped for Jungkook to do just that but he had never thought that the usually shy boy would actually do that. He turned his head to look at the younger’s expression, to see if he was flustered or if he was really so innocent that he wouldn’t know what this was doing to Yoongi. He didn’t come that far though. When he turned Jungkook felt his movement, turning his head towards him as well and Yoongi practically stared directly into his eyes. He could feel Jungkook’s breath against his own lips, a little too quick which gave away that the younger wasn’t as relaxed as he tried to appear. A little smirk stole its way on Yoongi’s lips which had Jungkook licking his lips nervously. A grave mistake. Because Yoongi’s eyes naturally followed the movement and then stayed fixated on those plush, soft, enticingly rosy lips. Way too tempting to resist. Especially with the younger sitting in his lap lice this and the fear of never seeing Jungkook again in his heart. Yoongi easily reduced the distance between them to capture Jungkook's lips with his in a gentle, loving kiss.

The younger one’s heart was beating wildly against his own chest and way too loud for his own liking that he was sure that Yoongi could hear it and feel it with how close he was. He stayed still, when Yoongi kissed him so sweetly. It felt so good. As if the other’s lips were made for him – and only him. Jungkook sighed, kissing him back, as his hand wandered up to Yoongi’s neck, deepening the kiss right away. He was desperate. Starving for the demon’s kiss. He shifted in his lap, wanting to get closer, to feel even more of the other against his own body.

Jungkook had never reacted so strongly before and it messed with his head to have the younger kissing him back like this. How should he control himself if Jungkook made it seem like he wanted this? Yoongi opened his mouth to give him entrance and then took the chance to taste Jungkook too. He had no idea if it was the angel blood in him or if it was just a Jungkook thing, but he tasted so sweet that Yoongi couldn’t get enough of it. When Jungkook shifted in his lap he groaned quietly, trying to swallow it down but failing. God, what was he doing to him? The demon gave in to what he wanted, tightening the grips around Jungkook’s waist so that he could feel Jungkook’s body closer to him, completely forgetting where they were and what he should be doing instead.

Jungkook’s hands were gripping on tight to Yoongi’s shoulders, all while he couldn’t get to separate his lips from the demon. Only when he needed to take a breath he pulled away, gazing right back at Yoongi under him, his chest heaving. “I…I really think,” His voice sounded a bit too breathless and he wasn’t sure what he was trying to say anyways, so he leaned in again, kissing Yoongi eagerly on his lips, mumbling something about how they should go back to Persephone soon – but he never stopped kissing the demon. He just didn’t want to stop.

“Right. Persephone. The shard,” Yoongi only responded in between kisses, hooked on how Jungkook’s lips tasted and how his body felt against his. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted more… so much more.

Yoongi shuddered and then got a bit of distance in between them when he remembered again that one of the reasons why Jungkook was smelling so sweet was because he had never done anything like this before. He couldn’t take that away from him. Especially not if they would part soon and Jungkook would get back his life where he could find himself some cute, harmless human where he was at no risk of being eaten or whatever else he had already stumbled upon while being in the underworld. It wasn’t his place to ruin Jungkook like this. He hesitated, before stealing one last little kiss from the younger and then changing the position of his hands, hugging him tight but innocuously. “Close your eyes,” He warned him, before he send them both back to Persephone’s palace.

Jungkook obeyed easily, holding on tight to Yoongi, when he felt the familiar pull of them apparating again. Only this time, it felt different – a little bumpy maybe and Jungkook held on tighter to the demon on instinct. Even the landing wasn’t as easy as it normally was and Jungkook tumbled over Yoongi completely, pushing him further down as he screamed out. There were thorns and branches pricking him, poking him at the sides and scratching his skin as he tried to decipher where he exactly was.

Great. Yoongi coughed when something leavy poked his nose. He should make a mental note to himself ‘never try to transport you or others to somewhere else after kissing someone who makes your heart race like that because you will end up thinking about him instead of the place you should go to and then land in some fucking thorny bush’!

He tried his best to help Jungkook get out of the green mess they were constantly caught in and then crawled out himself. “M sorry, I guess... the exhaustion,” He finished lamely, hoping that Jungkook would just believe him and not ask question on how he could still feel exhausted when he got pure energy from Persephone kissed into him. Yoongi shook his head to get rid of the hunger that thinking about being kissed by Jungkook evoked. Not the physical hunger that he had satisfied by feeding of Jungkook’s little sinful dream encounters. It was a different hunger, one that he couldn’t quite explain and that had him getting itchy and nervous around the other.

Yoongi roughly tried to get the leaves and dirt off him as best as he could before nodding towards the palace, “Let’s go. The sooner I get rid of that thing the better.” At least he had landed them somewhere close.

Jungkook followed Yoongi, staying right by his side as he dusted the dirt off his clothes. Yoongi walked straight towards the main hall, where Persephone was already waiting as he had felt the appearance of her demon. With a sheepish smile on her face, she looked the two up and down. Yoongi instantly bowed for her while Jungkook was busy picking a few leaves out of the demon’s clothes, only stopping when he gave him a side glance. “Sorry,” He mumbled and quickly bowed as well.

The goddess didn’t mind the dirtiness of their clothes at all but sent Jungkook off to take a bath anyways. This way she could talk alone with Yoongi. Only when the door was closed, Persephone reached out her hand with a knowing smirk, “I’m glad my present arrived safely. Do you have what I desire in return?”

Yoongi was tempted to tell her ‘no’ as a little payback for how close he had been to dying this time - but it was her who had saved him with the help of Jungkook, so it wouldn’t be fair to be so cold hearted now. Therefore, he reached into his pocket and gave her the shard, its edges still covered in his dried blood. “I got it. But I am not sure how long it will take Hades to notice its missing. He had a hellhound to guard the door. Maybe he will know someone was there because of the dog. And as I was the last one he saw before leaving he might rightfully think that I am the thief and…”

Persephone interrupted him casually, “Don’t worry. I made sure you are safe. He won’t remember who was with him before he met me. So if you didn’t leave a picture, or his dog can paint portraits you don’t have to fear him coming for you. He’ll probably hear about me having an angel’s book sooner or later anyway, rumors are hard to keep from spreading, and the more powerful and rare the item the sooner the news will spread. But as long as he can’t proof it he won’t say anything. That’s why I chose you. I knew you would do anything to get back to your little angel. He found you right away, didn’t he? I was worried about his lack of experience, but I guess love is stronger than anything else, isn’t that what people up their say?” She winked at him and happily turned the shard between her fingers making it gleam. Dismissing Yoongi with a wave of her hand, she let him think about her words alone – or not, if he rather decided to grumble and think that he was untouchable and would never be in love or something familiar. Persephone chuckled to herself as she retreated to her room. From the moment he had seen the both together, she knew there was more than just the magical bond between them and now with the shard, the goddess would get all the answers.

Back in his room, Jungkook was drying off his hair with a towel. He was just about to take care of the wounds on his arms, when Yoongi came in, eyeing the hellhound (that he had gotten to know on his first day in the underworld and seemed to really want to stay close to Jungkook and kept guarding his door) warily. The hellhound stared at Yoongi, cocking his head and Yoongi continued to stare back until the hound buffed a little and apparently decided that Yoongi wasn’t a threat to his newly chosen master.

“I fell before I saw you,” Jungkook answered before Yoongi could even ask further, “Stumbled over some stone and scratched my arms open.”

Yoongi opened his mouth to tell Jungkook about the shard being in Persephone’s hands now when he realized that the other was still shirtless. It was annoyingly distracting. Yoongi let his gaze wander over Jungkook’s back that was way too muscular for a soft boy like him. And way...way too perfect. Yoongi had touched Jungkook in his dreams but the urge to touch him for real now and look if his skin was as soft as it looked was overwhelming.

“Can you please put something on?” He asked before concentrating on the scratch that Jungkook had showed him, “I can heal you up after. It’s no big deal.” Jungkook blushed hard, as he reached out for his shirt before quickly pulling it over his head. It wasn’t like Yoongi had seen him shirtless before, but he had said he would be listening to him from now on.

“You don’t have to though, it’s going to heal anyways,” Jungkook said, not wanting to make fuss about some scratch wounds, “It doesn’t hu-” He got interrupted when Yoongi caught his wrists and pulled his arms towards him. Jungkook watched in awe when the demon let his hands caress over his wounds, healing them up like it was nothing.

He thanked the other quietly and sat back further onto the bed as he watched Yoongi walk around it, still dirty and with ripped clothes. Raising an eyebrow Jungkook pointed at him, “You could put on something as well. You could also just be shirtless right now!” He teased him, before cuddling into the silky blanket. “But you could also stay naked. Persephone said feeling the silk against your naked body would be the best feeling in the world,” A cheeky smile appeared on his lips, “Might as well try that before she sends us back.”

A wound wasn’t a nice excuse to touch Jungkook, but he took it anyways, letting his magic flow over his skin as gently as his touch. He had thought that this was it then and that they would both just get some rest and let their minds and bodies process the last events. Although they had managed to go to hell and back it wasn’t a piece of cake for an organism that was still alive, so they definitely needed that. But apparently the little angel boy was a bit playful and Yoongi would have let it slide - if the other hadn’t tried to tease him about the silk. Because Yoongi knew damn well how good it felt but there was no way innocent little Kookie knew.

So Yoongi turned towards him, facing him fully before he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion. “Oh, I know how good it feels. I’ve been here a long while, Kookie. I had sex on them before. Skin on skin also feels quite nice. But you wouldn’t happen do know that, would you?” His smirk was teasing when he leaned over to tug on the blanket that Jungkook had pulled almost up to his chin. “Besides, you’re talking about how nice it is to feel silk on your naked skin while you are fully clothed. I’d call that a little hypocrite, don’t you agree?”

Jungkook got flustered with the way Yoongi was talking right back at him and turned away a little. He couldn’t help but feel a sudden heat stirring inside of him, something that felt like – jealousy. He grumbled quietly, pulling the cushion and his legs closer, making sure that his shirt wasn’t revealing anymore skin. Jungkook reached for the end of the blanket and pulled it up again, “Well I am not a demon and can live without sin!”

Yoongi could barely hide the smirk. The younger was unbearably cute like this, getting all flustered but still trying to keep his cool facade. He knew it would be nice to just let him be now and have him feel like he had the upper hand - but oh, Yoongi had never be the one to be nice. So, he played surprised and hopped onto the bed with an innocent expression (or as good as he could fake one at least). “But how would you know that you can live without sin if you have never tried it? You should at least try the silk thing as you advertised it so well. Come on,” With a hard tug the cover was at Jungkook’s waist and before the younger knew what was happening to him Yoongi had him half out of his sleep shirt.

Jungkook was stiff like a board as he watched the demon closely. “I…maybe I have tried it already…when you were gone,” Jungkook stammered a little too obvious that he was getting nervous. It wasn’t because he didn’t want Yoongi’s touch on him – no, he absolutely loved it. But he feared what it meant, of where it could lead, that he would lose his heart in this even more than he’d liked to admit.

“Well then it won’t be a problem for you to do it again, right?” Yoongi continued as if he didn’t see through Jungkook’s lie easily. He was surprised that the younger let him do as he pleased but he enjoyed it, reveling in how pliant Jungkook was under him. When he pulled the cover down further he half expected Jungkook to flee but the younger was either too shocked or too curious to do anything about it. So Yoongi trailed his hands down Jungkook’s bare skin until he reached his waistline, playing with the hem a little before pushing it down. He kept his eyes solely fixed on Jungkook’s face, not even sneaking a single glance down. He wanted to tease not to embarrass.

When he had undressed Jungkook completely he pulled the cover back up, folding Jungkook’s clothes nicely as if he was some maid tugging Jungkook into bed. “So, now you can tell me if you really like it that much tomorrow after you’ve slept a night like this.” His smile had more than a hint of teasing in it.

Jungkook was so frozen that he almost thought Yoongi was using some magic on him. He whimpered quietly when Yoongi had undressed him just like that – as if it was nothing. His cheeks were flaring up with the heat and he almost shivered from the feel of the silky blankets against his skin. He watched Yoongi carefully and how he placed his clothes far out of his reach so the younger one couldn’t just get up right now and get them, without baring himself even more. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he only hoped that Yoongi would retreat to the bathroom, so he could pull at least his boxers on again. They only shared one blanket and most of the time cuddled closely…. Jungkook gulped heavily when the thought of Yoongi being naked as well crossed his mind. The demon didn’t do him that favor though, he only slipped out of his pants, glad that he wore underwear today (or else the little angel in his bed might have gotten a heart attack) and then slipped under the covers. “Good night, Jungkook,” He turned to watch the younger who was still lying on his bed like a plank, staring up at the ceiling as if not looking at Yoongi would make him go away. “Will you turn off the lights, please?” Yoongi had to do his best not to show that he was shaking from suppressed laughter.

Jungkook grumbled quietly, not really answering the other as he shifted away a little more, trying to keep his decency. But being the kind young man, he was, Jungkook sat up a little, holding on to the blanket tightly, as he leaned over to try and reach the switch to turn off the lights. He really shifted closer to the edge of the bed trying to manage to not fall out of bed and keep his decency with pressing the blanket onto himself.

Yoongi could have sworn that Jungkook would tell him that he wanted to sleep with the lights on tonight or ask Yoongi to do it for him because he was ‚too cold‘ or ‚too sleepy‘ but apparently Jungkook was still as dutiful as ever even if he was so embarrassed that he could barely look at Yoongi. He had to admit that this time he didn’t keep his eyes where they should be and instead had admired the long expanse of bare skin that was presented to his eyes. Jungkook had broad shoulders and when he moved Yoongi could watch the muscles shift in his back perfectly because the younger was so tense. It would have been easy to just lean forward and kiss between his shoulder blades, made him gasp in surprise. He could reach around and just trail his fingers down over Jungkook’s hips to make him shudder under his grip. He knew how Jungkook would react because he had more or less seen it in the younger’s dreams. They hadn’t gone that far but it had been close. And although Yoongi had promised himself to never take over the others dreams like that again he was very, very tempted to break his own promise. Or just do the real thing right here and now. If Jungkook liked to kiss him - and he must have or else, he wouldn’t have kissed him back like that - then maybe he enjoyed his touches too? Yoongi bit his lip, considering just leaning over and nipping at the soft skin at Jungkook's neck, turning him over on his back so that he could lean over him and … No. He tightened his jaw when he made his decision. He couldn’t toy with Jungkook like that. The younger was still innocent, he couldn't take advantage of him like that. Yoongi almost growled at himself to think such a stupidly non-demonic thought. He was probably going crazy already.

“There,” Jungkook said a little out of breath when he turned to Yoongi, who was smirking at him. He squinted his eyes in response and kept close to the edge and away from Yoongi. “I hope you know I can tell that hellhound to attack you any minute,” Jungkook threatened the demon and huffed in annoyance.

“Oh, sure, send that hellhound onto me, I'm sure he will..uhm..cuddle me to death? I haven’t even seen him bare his teeth for real. I guess you infected him with your angel virus,” The same that he himself must have caught. And which made him decide to spill the beans and make sure that he wouldn’t have a chance to give in to temptation anytime soon to visit Jungkook in his dreams again, “Besides, there’s no need to be shy about this. I’ve seen you naked already, arching up under me. You were a lot more willing in your dreams, weren’t you?”

Jungkook’s eyes had widen immediately. In his dreams? Yoongi had seen his dreams? Of course, he had! Oh wait… Jungkook suddenly whined desperately, putting his arm over his eyes to hide the shame he felt. Everything made sense now, the way Yoongi had made him drink and teased him all the time. He only had wanted to make it easier to slip into his mind. Jungkook almost laughed – there he was, thinking that his mind had sent him some dreams. Dreams that were only his. And Yoongi had fooled around with him, just like a doll. Just like he was playing with him now.

Before he had felt nervous and maybe a hint of excitement, but now there was only hurt left as Jungkook turned towards Yoongi, “Why? Why did you do that?”

His voice failed him for a second at the hurt in Jungkook's voice and the sadness that he could feel through their connection. It was as if Jungkook wasn‘t just embarrassed about it but actually.. disappointed. In him.

Yoongi really wanted to explain himself while not sounding as if he was justifying himself although it was exactly what he was trying to do: „It wasn‘t as if I had another choice. The bond was too tight back then for me to hunt and it wasn‘t like you were sinning in any way or form that I could have fed off so I decided that a little bit of lust wouldn‘t hurt, I didn‘t want to starve and you definitely didn‘t want me to starve either - or else this could have ended very differently - and so I send you dreams and you seemed to like it so I didn‘t stop until…“

Until he had gone too far and Jungkook had been scared of him.

„Until I didn‘t need it any longer because the bond.. after the visit... because I could hunt properly again,” Yoongi finished lamely, strangely scared about Jungkook‘s reaction. He liked the other, sure. But he wasn‘t stupid enough to actually think that they would stay together. It was probably better if Jungkook hated him now because it would make the separation easier. But despite all logic he hated that option. His heart constricted at the mere thought of losing his connection with Jungkook. It must be that he had just gotten used to it, that was all. It wasn‘t as if he actually had feelings for the other. It was just lust and habit and…and maybe a bit of longing. Just a little.

The younger one nodded. He could understand that Yoongi had been desperate back then, in a way Jungkook had been too. Only that he thought, that at least the dreams had been still his own, while everything else was already filled with the demon’s presence.

“It’s okay, I guess,” He mumbled quietly, “You sent me a dream on the first night here as well, right? When we were lying down on the meadow? In-between all the flowers?” Jungkook sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “That was too perfect to be one of my dreams. But you’re fine. I forgive you, because you never did something I didn’t want again. I am thankful for that.” He smiled weakly, turning his gaze to where his clothes were lying. “Could you…please?” Jungkook asked quietly, wanting to at least put his boxers back on – especially now.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. How could Jungkook forgive him like that? He had used him and almost turned his dream into a nightmare once. He had broken Jungkook’s trust and he was still doing it with keeping way too many things from him. And Jungkook listened and then reflected and then forgave him. Again, and again. That couldn’t be healthy. Where was the blazing hatred, the anger, the wrath that ate at Yoongi every time he felt betrayed or toyed with or helpless? How could similar situations lead to completely different reactions? Suddenly he felt very, very tired. And wrong. As a demon it was a nice thing to know that there was no good or bad, no rules to go by except what your god or goddess told you. You were free from guilty consciousness from feelings that confined you, from anything that could possibly hurt you. Going back to feeling was…scary. And it made Yoongi feel a lot more vulnerable than he would have liked.

He was a bit too confused to know what to do right now, “Do you want me to get them for you? Or turn around? Or sleep somewhere else?” Jungkook nodded, “Yeah could you look away for a moment?” When Yoongi immediately obeyed, he quickly got his boxers and put them back on, before getting under the cover again. He carefully placed his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, making him turn again and Jungkook smiled, “You don’t need to sleep anywhere else. I forgave you, don’t worry. As long as you don’t feed off me anymore without my permission I am good.” Before the demon could say anything else, Jungkook took his arm and wrapped it around himself, snuggling closer to the warmth of his demon. “I missed you, so I want you to stay here,” Jungkook said and placed a hand on Yoongi’s naked chest. His fingers caressing over his soft skin.

“You…you are too good for this world, you know that?” The words slipped out before Yoongi could take them back and he hid his flaming cheeks with hiding his face half in the cushions, half in Jungkook’s hair. His sweet smell was the strongest here, close to his neck and Yoongi inhaled deeply. “You smell so sweet,” He whispered, kissing the crone of Jungkook’s head softly. It was dark, and he was emotional and if someone ever accused him of being soft he could absolutely deny it. This was only between him and Jungkook.

And Jungkook would be gone soon anyway, so it didn’t matter anymore what he did or what Jungkook knew. Their paths would be separated, and no one could hold any of them accountable for what they had done. So Yoongi held Jungkook close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, how he liked that Jungkook could find joy in the darkest of things and stayed hopeful in the scariest of places - and that he was thankful that he had rescued him. And maybe, after Jungkook had fallen asleep in his arms already he also told him that he was thankful that he met him. And that he would let himself be bound to him again if it meant that they could be together a little longer.

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Chapter 2: The Goblin Hideout

As we advanced forward through the tunnels, we stumbled upon two goblins on the lookout. To my surprise, they were cavorting with a card game and drunk on no doubt a strong spirit fermented in haste with vile, noxious fumes. I took a stealthy position, only to see Urnig and Starr take a bold stance and advance toward the watchtower. In an instant and with marked precision, they were upon the goblins. The goblins, rightly so terrified, gave away that nearly a dozen more goblins were in position further down the tunnel. In a scene that preluded my eventual shock and fear to come, Urnig and Starr cut down both goblins with ruthless brutality, Urnig using his lightning lure to sear at the flesh. I made quick towards them.

“Urnig, was that quite necessary?” “What? They were in the way.” “Yes, but clearly, they were paying no harm. They were drunk until you came and killed them.” “Sure. But, it did look great, didn’t it?” I must admit, as one who could only commit a simple parlor trick of magic, in seeing his magic, he knew how to use it with such a righteous vibrance so as to rival the Paladins of a holy militia. “I suppose, but that doesn’t excuse...”

I tailed off our conversation as we made our way through. The deep forest gave way to light, and we happened upon an open-air clearing, right and perfect for a strategic posting. A small river ran throughout the scene of an open field, almost picturesque in it’s simplicity. The stark feature given to this idyllic vision was a cave, larger in scope than the previous one, and feeding the river running through.

We agreed upon a split in the group. Noah and Snafu would return to the wagon and tend to the animals, Starr would keep lookout at the cave entrance on the off-chance there were further goblin reinforcements, and Aurora, Urnig, and I would take point in exploring the cavern. It became suddenly clear that my two companions had a sense of Darkvision, with the ability to see well and truly into the pitch that was the cavern. I sorely lacked this trait, and requested a torch be lit. Aurora, for her part, was willing to use her Light to not require the actual burning and loss of the torch. As the cavern began to open, the river split the floor of rock in twain. Walking towards the right of the cavern, we could hear a slight noise in front of our position. We began to stealth through the area, and came across a room of three wolves chained up and asleep. As we plotted our course, Urnig shuffled on and from his armor arose a sharp metal clatter. We were unaware how loose the shackles of these wolves were, but were aware they had spotted us. Aurora and I took to crafting a strategy, but too late was our decision making as the wolves came loose from their bonds.

I went for my rapier as the Bard and Sorcerer loosed their magic, and we dove into the river, only as deep as our thighs. One of the animals went for me immediately and in a sudden shock, I was hurt by one of the wolves striking me. I was well put off by the matter, and chose a more aggressive stance, using the sword more as a dagger. During the fight, I managed to fell my attacker, stabbing as to mortally wound. Cutting the wolf, I retracted the blade from its body and stabbed into the skull, killing it instantly. So forceful was the cut that I nearly caught the blade on the riverbed.

As the fight continued, Aurora witnessed a goblin from afar in the dim light of the torch, rushing away from the melee in a frantic nature. In a flash, the torrential sound of water could be heard echoing from the cave beyond my line of sight. I knew to hug the lining of the wall before incident. Aurora pulled close in turn and Urnig was our sole companion who remained in the water as a roaring wave crashed into him and the two remaining wolves.

By this measure, I went for another wolf who had been knocked to the ground, only to find the riverside slick with water from the deluge. My life, though short, flashed before my eyes as I was hurled into the air by momentum and carried into the river, away from the melee. I turned about in haste, sword at the ready, when I witnessed something that may haunt me to this very day.

Urnig, in his eternal wild-man wisdom, stabbed the wolf he and was fighting and proceeded to consume the face of the living beast. Raw and wild was his technique as he bit away at the maw, blood soaking his mouth, the dog did not have time to cry! Upon further reflection, this should have informed to the type of company I has chosen, and in my mind, I screamed oaths and swears at the very sight. Born of gods, yet a holy man this incarnation of violence was not. This is the fury of a unearthed demigod.

Aurora concluded the brawl with a swish of the rapier, refined and nimble as a sewing needle (I should, in measure, also implore Aurora into a discussion regarding proper rapier etiquette), and I, still terrified of what had transpired and soaked through with river water, trudged out of the drink into the room where the wolves had been held. In desperation, I scrounged at a pile of rocks, searching for any measure of respite. Food, a scroll, anything! Just rocks.

In a act of fear and injury, I called a short rest before entering the cave further. As we perched ourselves in silence, I could not help but wonder what further peril exuded from the hollow dark. It was truly unbecoming of my post, and I do not look upon this with great aptitude. In the quiet, Urnig approached me, blood wiped from the mouth, and laid his hands upon me. I could see the glow of his Aasimar magic, making me lighter and more well than prior. I nodded in acknowledgement, and returned to silence.

As the hour passed, we stood to pursue further, and found the path that the goblin retreated from earlier. He was posted on a bridge suspended above the river, and upon seeing our forms likely fled and sprung the river trap. As a measure, we located another entrance to surreptitiously maneuver around our aggressors. A loose crevasse covered in rocks led upwards into another chamber, and I took it upon myself to navigate the position.

As I climbed upward, I recalled my diligent training in climbing and found my footing neatly. As I approached the apex, I could hear a light clatter of pots and grunts. Having already taken the horror of Urnig’s cannibalistic attitude, I again felt physically ill reaching the top of the climb, as I was assailed by an odorous cloud of burning meat and raw rot. This was a kitchen area in only the lowest of sense. I only have previously smelled the stench of wet and warm food from my time perusing the animal holding cells in the arena to compare, and yet this defied all ghastly definition. The smog choked into my pores like an acid, and I took sacred moments to locate six goblins and a hostage, before hurling myself from my post, scratching and cutting my legs.

In a stupor, I relayed the information to my comrades in tow, and plotted the next move. Aurora agreed to take a length of hempen rope to the summit and tie it off to aid in our ascent. When the task was done, Urnig and I climbed and took scope of the situation. From our position, we had a good view to the left, where the goblins were, and the right, which led to the bridge. Aurora took charge and called forth a bout of Prestidigitation. To the right, the sounds of rocks echoed of the cavern walls, drawing the attention of three of the goblins. As we avoided their sight, the three of us made quick work to enter the chamber undetected. We sat and plotted, with Aurora again leading. She called upon the element of fire, and stoked the flames of the kitchen, burning the goblins. Surprise was our element! and we, with great pace, attacked. I witnessed one of their high ranking fellows, adorned in baubles, holding the hostage on a floor above connected by stairs. and took great aim with my longbow. A direct hit square in the head. Realizing the three goblins would return, I kicked over a bed to give me and my companions cover. Urnig, for his role, dragged the lead goblin off the cliff with his lure to his doom. Aurora held true with her rapier, and bought time with a wall of fire, trapping the three distracted goblins. We dispatched of the initial threat, and I made my way to the hostage, as well as a vantage point, keeping watch over the unconscious Human. Shortly thereafter, Aurora and Urnig disposed of the remaining creatures, and turned to my quarry. We confirmed the man to be Sildar Hallwinter, one of our chief employs, ragged and stripped of all finery. I arose him from the subconscious with a shake.

“Wh-wha... Hands off! I’ll not be taken alive!” “Sildar! We mean you no harm! It is Tomera. We’re here to rescue you.” “Oh, oh? Where is the wagon? Is it safe?” “Noah and Snafu, our fellow workers, have secured the inventory.” Aurora supported this, stating, “We hid the wagon in a cover of leaves, effectively camouflaging it.” “Ah, good, good.”

We gave Sildar water to slake his thirst, and continued in our questions. “Where is our other employ, Gundren?” “Oh, him? We were... separated. He was dragged away me... don’t know.” “It’s all right. Could he be further in the cave?” “Perhaps.” “We’ll be back for him if he is to be found. For know, we must travel to Phandilan, to secure your safety.” “Of course.”

As we lifted Sildar to his feet, Urnig, ever the beastie, pointed to the slop and rot of the meat that the goblins were cooking when we had entered.

“Thought for you. Perhaps you could coat your arrows in the rotten meat? Might damage them in the future with poison.”

I stared him square into his eyes. No; he was, in fact, completely sincere in his suggestion. I drew five arrow from my quiver, as a gesture of goodwill, and walked towards the sluice. Yet somehow there was a moment. Perhaps the meat could provide an effect of harm if coating the arrow tips. It would give us quite the advantage. I stood above the meat, fully prepared to derive the arrows into an ammo of desolation, when I realized this would never work. The rot of flesh could not adequately poison, and to sully my person in such a manner was unbecoming, grotesque, and vile. I immediately backed off into Urnig.

“Good hustle, certainly, Urnig. Not my type of combat. But... certainly a good idea in practice.”

We found our way out of the cave, where Starr agreed to keep watch in the event more goblins or reinforcements arrived (in hindsight, he had found a pasture of green to hunt and live among the wilderness, as men of his temper are want to do). My ego bruised and beaten from a state of seeming failure, I came to the conclusion this task we had agreed upon would surely find us in a position stranger still. For now, with Noah at the helm of the wagon, the town of Phandilan came into view. The sun hung low in the afternoon sky.

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#26 - Not a Weapon

TW: Violence (and implied gore)

“Should have gotten a new base, old man!” Aubinaux shouted down the cave. There they were, the old crew that he swore he would never see again. Captian Kelthort, damn that old bastard, strode up with a grin.

“There he is! There’s our butcher. Though I wonder, how it is you heard of us?”

“Cut the bullshite,” Aubin said, readying his axe. “You’re targeting adventurers now for your kidnappings. I would think you’d want to go for targets that aren’t so willing to fight back.”

“Just as our butcher learned off of us, so did we learn off of him,” Kelthort said. “But of course you know all about that.”

Aye. A mix of a noxious brew, slipped into the drink to make one more pliable. Oft did Aubinaux recall being forced to drink that stuff while the crew decided to “break” him in. He felt himself recoil at the memories. And an intrusive thought slipped in, echoing with old words, If only you weren’t such a bastard, we wouldn’t have to do this to ye. Focus! Focus!

But just seeing them all here, with their taunts and their smirks and-

No! Let Syngigeim rescue Mariko first! Hold yourself together!

Aubinaux gripped his axe tighter, gotta figure out a way to make him talk. “You didn’t think that the Admiral or the Guilds wouldn’t notice adventurers going missing?”

“They didn’t for a good while. Just gotta corner one alone poking in whatever sights of the city they think is good. Or just lure them with coin and work. And then bam, you have another person that no one is going to miss.” Kelthort laughed. “I get even more of a kick with the menfolk. Women tend to be more cautious but men? They’re never cautious, never thinking! It does a heart good to see their faces twist in fear!”

There! There he spotted a blue carbuncle. It was rushing off towards one of the caves with a key in hand. Just a bit longer. Hold your rage in check.

“I see you butcher! I see how your hands are gripping that axe. Our greatest weapon, a man who lusts only for battle! You who slaughtered many for our sake!”

“It was for your sake! Yours and your crews! You are the ones who made me into your ‘butcher!’ Who treated me as a dog!”

“Says the ‘dog’ who stowed away on our ship! You knew what you were getting into. And we know who’s really the one at fault here.”

An arrow flew mere ilms past the captian’s head. A warning shot. Mariko was released and so seemed to be many many other adventurers who were beginning to start to fight the crewmates with any weapon they could get their hands on.

“I’ve heard enough talk like that for ages,” Mariko said, notching another arrow and aiming for the Captian.

“He’s mine!” Aubinaux shouted at Mariko, who just nodded and turned to help in the pandemonium. Kolthort drew his cutlass and rushed at Aubinaux. Either he had gotten too old, or Aubinaux had gotten better at fighting, because his movements seemed so slow now. Aubinaux easily moved his axe up to deflect the blow. The Roegadyn tried to twist his arm around but he was too off balance. Aubinaux struck his side, carving his axe through his shirt and deep through the flesh. Kolthort let out a pained cry and then attempted to stab Aubinaux’s gut but a carbuncle ran up into him, knocking the man over.

“Thanks Carby!” Aubinaux heard Syngigeim say as she ran over to pet her carbuncle. “Well, the Arcanist Guild would love to arrest this man for slavery but I imagine the sentencing would be the same if you wish to deliver the justice yourself.”

He looked over at his old captain. The man who inflicted every torture he could think upon Aubinaux. He deserved to pay. Aubinaux rose his axe up high across his head and carved into the side of his head.

“Right. Died in the scuffle,” Syngigeim said matter-of-factly. She then shouted out, “Capture the rest. Yellowjackets will want them in for questioning.”

“You heard the lady!” Mariko shouted out, loosing an arrow in a crew member’s shoulder. The adventurers had won, the crew was panicking and was either being captured or already dead.

He thought he would feel happier about this day. He instead felt nothing.

“Thanks for coming after me you two,” Mariko said walking up to Aubinaux and Syngigeim. “Especially you Syngi! I know fighting isn’t your thing at all!”

“And now my hands are bloodied aren’t they?” she said with half a laugh. “Well, every Arcanist knows we live in a pirate port town and things happen. I mean, self-defense you know?”

“Self-defense...” Aubinaux muttered.

“You okay there, Aubina-” the words halted in Mariko’s mouth as he suddenly clutched his head. Oh was he suddenly walking in Aubinaux’s memories? And wait, Syngigeim was suddenly doubled over as well! She had the Echo too?!

Aubinaux knelt down beside Mariko. He looked unsteady on his feet. And ill. Was that what he always looked like when seeing other visions? He saw Mariko’s eyes seemingly refocus on Aubinaux’s face. “And here I thought my adolescence was hell.”

Aubinaux shook his head. “I was older than I seemed. 18 summers old, the time when you should be starting out a life on your own. Elezen just age like that.”

So it was those memories in which he walked in. The one where in a dare to prove himself, he snuck aboard a pirate vessel but got caught. Instead of going quietly, he flew into a rage. And in doing so slew some of the crew members. He was forcibly made into a pirate that day and for six years, he was their rabid dog. Until the dog finally saw an opportunity to run free from its leash.

“Aubinaux, you did what you could back then. Trust me, that you aren’t the only one who does what they have to to survive,” Mariko said. “It was self-defense when you fought back.”

“Tell that to those that I slew in their service,” Aubinaux said.

“Aubinaux Larsoniet, you are more than just a butcher or a dog! And I’m the wrong person to tell you this, but you can’t beat yourself up for more than what you are. You have got to be kinder and by the gods, I will at least show you how!” Mariko said, suddenly hugging him.

“Uh, can you not with the hugging, I kinda get bad memories with physical closeness,” Aubinaux quickly said.

“OH! Right right right, sorry.” Mariko quickly moved himself off of Aubinaux at that. “Didn’t comprehend fully, sorry.”

Aubinaux coughed and said “Your point is taken and I will uh, at the very least, try to be better.”

“Well then! I think everything’s all settled here!” Syngigeim suddenly said. “I’m just going to get these potions over to the Arcanist Guild for evidence while you two go and make sure every adventurer is safe and hand the pirates over to the authorities.” She suddenly grabbed a box and headed out of the cave.

“Let’s meet up later Syngi!” Mariko shouted after her.

“Right. Everyone, uh, let’s get these guys over to the Yellowjackets and then we’ll all break for drinks! Okay?” Aubinaux shouted at the adventurers who had tied up and bound the men behind them. A hearty “Huzzah!” was the response.

On their way back, Mariko said to Aubinaux “So you haven’t seen your parents in six years?”

“No.”

“Then go see them then! They’ve spent six years probably thinking you were dead! When you aren’t! You must go!”

“I mean I- I still can’t see them after what I have-”

“If they are good parents, they should still love you!”

Damn it. Mariko was right “Alright. Stay within the Drowning Wrench okay? Balderon will look after ya, in case anyone wants to jump you.”

“Of course!”

He didn’t visit them at all before because he felt it was his mistake. That he didn’t deserve them. But he did, didn’t he? He wondered what stew his mother was going to make tonight...

#FFxivWrite2018 #aubinaux larsonient #mariko zuriko #syngigeim usynlonwyn #Me shouting at this fic #END NEATLY DAMN YOU

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teen-titans-imagines · 6 years

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East of Eden pt 8

A/n: A very intense part hehehe

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Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight [Here] / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven [Final]

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Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Drama, Action, Fluff Rated: Mature Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood and Gore, Swearing, Graphic Depictions of Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Graphic Injuries, Nightmares, PTSD, Just read with caution please

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Author: Teen-Titans-Imagines

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Jason’s knee was bouncing up and down as he sat in Bruce’s jet, Dick and Bruce watching him from afar. Damian and Tim were at different consoles, maintaining the controls and making sure the jet ran smoothly. Dick sighed and said quietly.

“Bruce, I’m worried.”

Bruce turned to Dick, quirking a peppered eyebrow up.

“How so?”

Dick sighed, taking his mask off and rubbing his eyes. The exhaustion in his face showed, and dark circles had begun to form from worry and lack of sleep.

“Jason didn’t really have a big part in the investigation. I know he has a thing with guilt, and I can tell that he’s scared. Are you sure it was a good idea to bring him? I know he’s (Y/n)’s father, but...I know he can be blinded by his anger. What if he tries to shoot the place up before actually trying to figure out why she’s there?”

Bruce was quiet, his eyes straying to Jason. His brow furrowed, and Bruce shook his head.

“I can’t keep him from his only child, Dick. When we were in the car, coming back from Black Mask, he said something that really stuck with me. He told me that if it was Damian in (Y/n)’s position, I would be just the same as he was.”

Bruce sighed, his shoulders dropping.

“I...I recognize that Jason is right. A fathers love for their child goes to many lengths, and only the father can understand the true pain of losing their child.”

His eyes fluttered to Jason’s form again, remembering when Jason died. Like a tape, it played in his head, and Bruce winced slightly.

“(Y/n) is his only child. She is everything he’s ever wanted. After the loss of (Mothers name), Jason vowed to be the best father he could be.”

If only he had done the same. Bruce carefully landed the jet on a clearing on the beach of Habidoh, Socotra. He whispered as Jason stood up.

“Is it wrong that I envy him?”

Dick blinked in surprise, seeming to sense the melancholic veil covering Bruce, and his hand came to rest upon the man’s shoulder. Dick replied just as quietly.

“You did your best, and that’s all we could ever ask for.”

Placing his mask back on, Dick exited the jet, following the others. Bruce, having stayed on the jet, looked at the cowl within his hand and shook his head.

“Is my best really enough when not even that saved Jason?”

-JASON’S POV-

He was growling, his blood boiling and adrenaline pumped through his veins. Jason was practically shaking from anticipation. As the group came up upon a small hotel-looking building, Damian hummed.

“They most likely don’t speak English. I’ll take it from here.”

Before Dick could scold him, Damian had already went inside. Jason muttered.

“Whatever. If he knows what he’s doing, then we gotta trust him. He’s the only one here who can remotely speak their language.”

“Does he actually know Soqotri?”

The two glanced at each other before walking inside, paling when their laid their eyes on Damian practically screaming at the men in the room. One man, calm in his demeanor, began to speak. Damian calmed, and growled, and then turned.

“They said that Hasan and (Y/n) were here, but they’ve already went to the Island. They’re going to bless us, and then we are going to go to the island.”

“You mean you threatened them to bless us, right?”

Dick asked. Damian shrugged.

“It’s an emergency.”

“It’s always an emergency to threaten someone in your eyes.”

Tim grumbled, shaking his head.

“Got something to say, Wise Ass?”

“Damian!”

-READERS POV-

Nazeem had taken you to a beautiful bathing area, the walls lined with beautiful flowers whose aromas filled the room. Followers of the temple had already began filling a bath with hot water, chanting as they did so. Nazeem murmured, his hand on your shoulder.

“Here is where the journey begins. You will bathe in this bath for an hour, allowing the water to soak into your body and your psyche. Once you are done, you will be escorted to me. Then, the journey will begin.”

You nodded and Na’ila, the woman who had bathed you before at Socotra, walked in, smiling at you. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief, but adoration as she walked to you, her arms coming around you in a loving embrace. Her lips kissed your forehead.

“I am so happy to see you, my darling.”

You blinked and caved in on yourself shyly, replying quietly.

“It’s...cool to see you too, Na’ila.”

She smiled as you spoke her name, and she turned.

“I will take it from here, Nazeem.”

Nazeem nodded, and he walked out. Na’ila turned and beamed.

“I am going to enchant the waters, and then I am going to let you soak. Then, I will come back to check up on you and then bring you to Nazeem.”

You frowned and asked.

“No offense, Na’ila, but why are you here? I thought this was a strictly male place?”

Na’ila burst out laughing, her hands on her sides as her head fell back.

“Dearest, no! Women are allowed to be here! Women just choose to not give their life to the Temple. After all, with more of us becoming more powerful than Man, why give our lives to a place the world cannot see?”

Her comment resonated within you, and your eyes widened.

“Oh...That..that makes a lot of sense.”

She smiled and began to chant, waving her hands above the waters, humming. After a moment, she pulled away, and smiled.

“Alright, (Y/n). You are ready. I will return in one hour. Have fun.”

You nodded, and she left. Taking that as your cue, you undressed and dipped yourself into the hot water, sighing in relief. The hot water seemed to immediately dig into your skin, squirming its way to your bones and soaking you in warmth and relaxations. Slowly, your body relaxed, your tense muscles loosening with every minute that went by. However, you began to notice something else.

Your vision was slightly starting to blur, and you saw double if you looked away from something too fast. The aromas of the flowers in the room were stronger than before, seeming to fill your lungs, and you began to hear whispering. Soothing and loving, the whispers filled you with confidence and encouragement, even though you couldn’t understand a word of what the whispers said. Slowly, you slipped to sleep, the whispers seeming to sing to you softly, what seemed like fingers gently stroking your hair luring you to sleep.

-WITH HASAN--THIRD POV-

Sitting on the cot that laid in the hut situated at the bottom of the mountain, Hasan was confused to hear what seemed like humming. Putting his book aside, and standing from the cot, he brushed his shorts of any dirt and walked outside. While Hasan didn’t want to go to the shoreline, he was curious to see what was going on.

That is, until he heard a couple voices.

“Hey! Quit it, you little shit! I just washed my hair!”

“It’s your fault for tripping me!”

“It’s not my fault that you can’t walk!”

“Oh my god, you two. Just shut up already. We’ll never get to (Y/n) if you two keep like this.”

“Shut up, Tim.”

Hasan’s eyes widened, and he cursed. How did they get here? Did they get blessed? But why? When Hasan was about to run to the mountain, he stepped on a branch, causing it to snap.

“Wait, did you hear that?”

“Shh!”

Hasan’s heart dropped, and he shook his head. There was no way he was going to be able to run from the Batfamily. When they jumped out at him, weapons draw, Hasan still couldn’t help the little scream that escaped him, his leg coming up as he covered himself.

“Don’t hit, don’t shoot!”

The man with the red helmet paused and asked, tilting his head.

“Hasan?”

Hasan blinked and turned, his eyes lighting up in recognition.

“Mr. Todd?”

The man took his helmet off, and there, indeed, was Jason. Hasan sighed and murmured.

“I would say I’m surprised, but your will is stronger than the Gods, bless their hearts.”

He smiled, but Jason wasn’t as amused as he was. His eyes were darting around, searching, and growing agitated with every second that passed.

“Where is she?”

Hasan bit his lip and gestured for them to walk with him.

“Ms. Todd is at the Temple on top of the mountain. However, we cannot step foot onto the stairs that lead up. If we do, we will be smited down the second we do.”

Dick gasped and asked, staring at the stairs embedded into the mountain that lead all the way into the clouds.

“She walked up all of those stairs?”

“Yes, and I must say she was having fun while doing so. I’m pretty sure she was cussing me out, but I was never good at reading lips.”

Dick chuckled, and Hasan smiled. Jason murmured, clipping his helmet onto his back.

“I’m going to get her.”

Dick gawked.

“Jason, you can’t! Didn’t you hear what he said? We don’t know if the Followers blessed us to be able to step foot onto those stairs, let alone onto Temple grounds. You’ll get killed.”

“I have to try!”

Jason snapped, glaring at Dick with a fire that Dick swore he could feel the heat from. Turning to the staircase, Jason swallowed thickly, and swore he heard Hasan mutter ‘I can’t look’. Raising his foot, Jason shakily let it fall onto the step, and let his breath escape him.

When nothing happened, he turned and snapped.

“Get fucked, Dick.”

With that, Jason began walking up the mountain, the boys all groaning while Hasan stood in awe.

[PART NINE]

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