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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Yuta as a cold yet soft mafia boss

Prompt: 99) “You think prison is the worst place you could go? You pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream.” from 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AU

A/N: just like the Jeno fic, I've always wanted to do a Yuta fanfic and it wasn't until I saw this writing prompt that I'm like, this feels like something Yuta would say.

Warnings: probably some cursing since it's Yuta XD

Now, we all know how cold and scary Yuta looks when in fact he's a big softie. Which is probably one of the reasons why you fall for him; because of how soft whipped he is with you and the rest of NCT.

Like the boy is very much whipped for you that he would even have time to ask you 'have you eaten', 'what are you up to' while being on a mission. The boys also like to tease him about it, even WayV (who we all know are slightly terrified of him)

Would definitely take you out on a date every now and then if he can. A/N: Kay, hold up, we're getting a bit ahead. I forgot to tell you how y'all met XD

So, it was a school night (well, you're in college); and you were quite stress with your final assignment that you decided to go to the nearest convenience store to grab some coffee and snacks to pull an all-nighter.

You wore an oversize hoodie and some sweats (cause comfort is key) and was walking through the snack aisle, about to grab (your favourite snack) when another hand was about to reach for it (ehem, Yuta, ehem)

Despite wanting to grab the snack, you insist the tall, handsome man to have it instead (even if you were wondering how a guy like him like your fave snack). But the man insist you take the snack; which led to the both of you having a little debate and eventually the man took the snack, paid for it but gave it to you, saying that you needed it more

"Take it. Finals are tough and you need the little boost to keep you going. Also, don't worry so much about the result. What matters is you did your best, mkay? See you around kid" the man lectured, giving you a slight smile before leaving with his own coffee

After he left, it took you a while to process what just happened before going back to your dorm and continue your final assignment

But oh how the universe like to bring people together ;)

It was right after your finals and you and your friends decided to have some drink at a nearby bar since you guys were curious and have never experienced the bar aura.

You weren't much of a drinker despite your amazing tolerance in alcohol so you were rather confused what to order until a familiar sound came.

"She'll have the orange-mango crush" a familiar voice stated

Turning around, you saw the same man you bumped into at the convenience store almost 2 weeks ago but this time, he looked way more put together and even wore a suit. Lowkey, your mind was starting to wander around and thinking whether there was going to be a fight or some sort or if this was that typical mafia story you secretly read.

"Didn't think you'd be the type to come to a bar on a school night. You done with your finals kid?" the man asked

"I, uhh, yea. Wait!! What do you mean the type to come to a bar?" you stuttered; not aware that your friends were staring at the both of you

"Don't worry, I don't mean it like it's a bad thing. People do what they want. Who am I to judge. Anyways, you ladies enjoy your night. If there's any problem, don't hesitate to let me, the bartender or the guards know. Also, the drink is on the house" the man winked at you and your friends, giving a slight wave before leaving

Cue your friends immediately plastering you with all sorts of question. Wondering how you met a handsome hunk in the midst of your finals. Not to mention, that handsome hunk even remembers you. Cue you becoming a blushing mess; especially after the bartender came with the drink the man requested for you.

Though you were worried that the drink was spiked, you gave a little sip and it was all fruity and delicious. Mental note to yourself: not only is he good-looking, kind but also has good taste in food; great, just great.

The rest of the night went fairly nice. You and your friends were sipping on your drinks, having a nice chit-chat bout life in general, catching up since you guys were not in the same classes. Once the clock hit 1 am, you figured that it was time to head back to your dorm.

Since you decided to wait for your friends who were calling an uber to head back to their homes since they live near your college. Whilst waiting, you told your friends that you were going to go to the bathroom for a bit.

Right when you came out of the bathroom, a random man tried to hit on you and it made you very uncomfortable that you eventually hit the wall behind you. But luckily, a certain someone came and save the day ;)

"Oi. Hands off the girl. Looks like someone is new to my bar since I don't accept any sort of make-out if there's no consent between two parties. Scram before I make you" your saviour growled, making the man leave you alone

"Are you alright?" the man asked while you were catching your breath

"Yeah. Yea, I am. Thank you again. Uh..." you mumbled

"What is it? Are you sure you're alright?" the man questioned, worried in his tone

"It's just, you've basically helped me twice and I still have yet to know your name" you chuckled, making the man chuckle as well

"If that's really what you want. I'm Yuta" the man called Yuta chuckled

"Thank you, Yuta. I appreciate it" you thanked him, giving him a genuine smile; not knowing what that smile does to Yuta's heart

And folks, that was just the beginning of your relationship. Ever since that night, Yuta made it his goal to get to know you more before actually asking you in a relationship; which, when the time came and Yuta asked you, without thinking twice, you said yes.

Throughout your relationship, Yuta was pretty blunt in telling you what he does as a living and mentioned that while he may live a dangerous life, he still had morals and his job was actually putting down all the bad people hiding in the shadows.

Despite all, you trusted Yuta and he also trusted you. You still had your freedom and was allowed to go wherever with whoever you wanted as long as you told Yuta beforehand. Even throughout your near one year anniversary, both of you knew each other's friend group and you even get to see how soft Yuta was when it comes to his mates.

However, all those sweet moments you both felt like a dream the second Yuta heard news that you were captured by some lowlife gang that NCT made go broke. Hearing the news, it was only a matter of minutes before the whole NCT used their network to find you and create a well thought out plan to get you back.

Once Yuta got you back, he made sure you were alright whilst the other members lock the gang up in their basement. Yuta made sure that you had no injuries; which, if you do, he would tend them himself and if he can't then he'll have someone come but stay by you until you were alright or, until you fell asleep.

After tucking you into bed and making sure you were fast asleep. Yuta peck your forehead for a moment before quietly sneaking off the bed and out of his room, going down to the basement and confronting the gang with some of the other members.

“You think prison is the worst place you could go? You pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream. Now, which one of you nutjobs came up with the idea in the first place?!" Yuta growled, smirking once he saw the gang cower in fear

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this Yuta fic that came out of nowhere XD and hope you all stay safe and healthy :) xoxo

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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“ice fishing” (pt. 6: FINAL) (chilumi fic)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]

“Childe invites Lumine to the annual Snezhnayan holiday dedicated to the Tsaritsa. There, she meets his entire family, and all the conflict that comes with them.”

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“ice fishing” (pt. 6: FINAL)

The lightning cleared and floating before them was Tartaglia: complete in his Foul Legacy Transformation.

“What...what is that?” Alexei gasped out in disbelief.

Tartaglia’s cyclops eye glinted in his direction, and before another word was uttered, he rushed towards Alexei. Tartaglia brutally grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up in the air.

“This,” the Harbinger garbled, “is true power. Your cowardly toy is no match.” With his other hand, he grabbed the black market delusion—still sparking with immense Electro energy—and tossed it away, like a child’s toy.

Alexei’s dangling feet weakly kicked around. “Come on, Ajax…,” he managed to strain out. “Are you going to kill me? Your brother?” His hand grasped Tartaglia’s monstrous armored claw around his neck. “I thought...I thought you loved your family.”

There was a brief moment where neither of them moved. A tiny smirk crossed Alexei’s face, believing he had convinced his brother to let him go.

But Tartaglia’s grip tightened.

“You,” he said loudly above Alexei’s desperate sputtering gasps, “are no family of mine.”

He turned and threw Alexei out of the room, through the hole in the wall the eldest brother had created earlier. There was a loud THUD as he landed on the ground below, followed by a painful groan.

He’s still alive? Lumine wondered in shock.

Upon hearing that his brother lived, Tartaglia flew out of the room as well, his dark galaxy cape billowing behind him.

Lumine ran to the edge of the room, looking down at the two brothers in the snow. Alexei was on his back, coughing, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. Tartaglia slowly stalked towards him.

“You were never strong enough, Alexei,” Tartaglia said. “You were never going to be strong enough. You were always a coward.” He raised his hand up. “And now? You will die like a coward.”

Massive amounts of Hydro energy began gathering on the ground, forming a large circle around Alexei.

“May the gods never forgive you.”

From the ground, the Hydro energy formed into a whale, a grandiose being that blocked the moonlight, casting a dark shadow that loomed over the home.

The whale cried out—a long, deafening tone—before it came crashing down. Tidal waves rippled through the snow, water flooded the ground. Lumine raised her arms to shield her face from the torrents of mist raining down.

When her arms came down, Tartaglia was there, in front of her.

Without thinking, she scrambled backwards, an innate fear spreading through her veins. She knew when entering Foul Legacy he became even more unpredictable, uncontrollable than normal. They had nearly killed each other the last time she had seen him in his transformation.

He floated towards her, slowly still, and Lumine forced herself to stop from continuing to back up.

“Lumine…” His voice was still distorted, and it sent chills up her spine hearing her name being called from that voice.

Then, there was a flash of lightning, and the armor dissipated. Childe was back.

He stumbled for a second, then fell on his knees weakly.

Lumine came to his side right away, wrapping her arms around him, supporting him so he wouldn’t collapse.

“My...my mother,” he whispered between heavy pants. “Let me...let me see her.”

Lumine nodded, and together they crawled to Galina’s lifeless form.

Childe sat there, still as a statue, his blue eyes impossibly dark as he looked at her. Then, he closed his eyes, and put his head on Lumine’s shoulder.

She felt water on her shoulder. He’s...crying. One of her hands softly stroked his hair in comfort.

With her other hand, she took Galina’s hand and held it.

If only...If only I was strong enough. If only the Unknown God hadn’t taken her powers away. Lumine was certain she could have healed Galina.

She remembered purifying Dvalin’s tears. That was a while ago…But maybe...now…

Lumine closed her eyes focusing on her hold with Galina.

She pulled any magical energy from every corner of her body, imagining sending it through to Galina.

She thought of the light of the sun’s rays, the warmth of a fire. She thought of Aether, the familial love of clear skies, clouds, and wings. She thought of her friends—Jean, Lisa, Venti, Zhongli, and countless others—how they were meadows of flowers and warm blankets on cold nights.

And most importantly, she thought of Childe. The sweet, honey taste of love; roaring fires of passion; calm ocean waves of tranquility and understanding.

Her chest felt like it was glowing, her heart was resonating with happiness and love.

…

...

There was a gasp of air.

Lumine and Childe both looked up. Galina had her eyes opened, taking in deep breaths of air.

N-no way. Lumine thought in disbelief. I actually did it?!

Galina sat up, looking around the room in shock, before turning to Childe and Lumine.

A small smile broke on her face. “Ajax?” she asked.

The color drained from Childe’s face. “You...you remember who I am?”

“Of course,” she said. She chuckled. “How could I forget my son?”

Childe let out a shaky laugh. More tears leaked from his eyes.

Galina’s own eyes widened. “Oh my goodness! Ajax, what’s wrong?”

Childe let go of Lumine, and collapsed in his mother’s arms.

Lumine’s own eyes began watering at the sight of their reunion.

Without her noticing until it was too late, however, the sounds of the mother and son started fading out, and the room spun around Lumine. Energy was quickly leaving her body.

The healing took… a lot of power… she realized sluggishly. Too much, maybe. But it was all worth it.

Then, she blacked out.

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Lumine opened her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy, as did the rest of her body. Sunlight streamed into the room, and there was the faint smell of flowers. She was in bed, alone, in Childe’s room.

She tried sitting up, but every single muscle ached as she shifted her body, and she fell back in pain. She let out an exasperated sigh, and tried once more, excruciatingly slow, until she finally was able to sit up, her back resting against the mountain of plush pillows behind her.

She didn’t have much time to think to herself, before the door opened. She turned, expecting Childe, but instead found Galina there.

“Oh my! You’re awake!” she greeted cheerfully, she set down a bowl of soup on the table next to the bed, before sitting down on the edge next to the traveler. “How are you feeling, sweetie?”

Lumine blinked at her. “Oh, uhm, fine. A little sore.”

Galina smiled. “Do you need anything? Would you like anything to help with the pain?”

The blonde shook her head. “How long have I been out?”

“Hmmm,” the mother put a finger on her chin, thinking. “I think around a month?”

“A month?!”

“Oh yes, it seemed like an eternity! Every single one of my children have been so worried!” she answered, her eyes twinkling. “Ajax especially.”

Lumine’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Where is he?”

“No worries, they’re all downstairs eating lunch; I can go get them whenever you’re ready.” Galina looked at Lumine’s bedridden hair. “Let me fix up your hair first, darling.”

Galina hummed to herself as she softly brushed through the Outlander’s golden locks. Lumine could’ve fallen back asleep right then and there.

“My children have told me a lot about you,” Galina said. “You sound quite incredible, Lumine.”

“Thank you.” Lumine smiled. “Your children are all quite incredible themselves.”

“Yes, they are all so sweet. Despite everything that’s happened.”

“They are all very strong in their own ways.”

“And you may be the strongest of them all, Outlander.”

Lumine’s eyes widened and she turned to protest.

Galina gently put a finger on her lips and one on her own mouth. “Shh. I haven’t said anything about what happened that night. But what I do know is that I saw you. Healing me.” She tilted her head. “That is no ordinary magic of Teyvat.”

“You’re not...You’re not suspicious of me?”

She laughed heartily. “Of course not! You saved my life. Cured me of my illness.” A soft smile. “You’ve even managed to capture the affections of Ajax, which I didn’t think was possible.” She turned Lumine back around, continuing to brush her hair. “Ever since he was young he was obsessed with fighting, and getting stronger, protecting his siblings. I was so worried he’d never find love. But I’m so glad he found someone. Especially with that someone being you. How lucky!”

Lumine’s face heated up even more. “I’m glad I found him too.”

“He seems much more peaceful than before. Full of love. So, thank you, Lumine.” Galina turned her around. “All done!” She looked over the traveler. “Wow, you truly are stunning.”

“Th-thank you. Thank you, Galina,” Lumine said, sincerely.

Galina kissed her on her forehead. “No matter what happens, you’ve got a family here, Lumine.”

Family. Lumine’s eyes watered.

Galina rubbed Lumine’s cheeks, in a tender motherly way. “I’ll go get the rest of the family so they can all see you’re awake now.”

As she left the room, Lumine let a few tears fall.

Family. Family. Family. Her heart chanted.

When she found Aether, she was going to bring him here. And here, they’d find things they’ve never had themselves: a father, a mother, little ones. It was a future Lumine absolutely looked forward to. And she knew Aether would love it too.

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When the family crowded into the room, Lumine was swarmed with tight hugs and cuddles from Tonia and Teucer; Anthon and Misha stood to the side of the bed, just as excited to see her awake and well. Feliks and Galina stood a little further back, and Childe stood in the doorway, all watching with a smile.

The elders had told the children that Alexei had done some bad things and needed to go away for a long time—no telling when he would be back. The children were sad, but they understood. The real, dark truth would be told when they were older. But for now, they were children, who didn’t need to know. All they knew was that their mother was no longer sick, and the family was whole again.

Feliks seemed a lot more cheerful than before, the dark circles gone from under his eyes, his posture now a lot more upright. He kept an arm around Galina constantly now, afraid to let her go.

After a while, Galina shooed everyone from the room, and the door closed, leaving Childe and Lumine alone.

Childe still stood at the door, regarding Lumine from afar. Her golden eyes waited on him.

What’s he thinking…?

Eventually, he came to her, pausing, before collapsing on top of her, arms winding tightly around her.

“I thought I had lost you,” he said quietly.

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder to get rid of me,” Lumine joked as she wrapped her arms around him, hand running through his hair.

“Never,” he breathed. He pulled himself up, his eyes seemingly looking straight into her soul. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“You know for a while I was completely dumbfounded by what happened. I had no idea how my mother was healed.” He closed his eyes. “But then I thought about it, really thought about it. It had to be you,” he said. “No one else in the world could’ve done it.” He opened his eyes again, softly looking at her.

“I…” Was she going to tell him? Who she really was? Would he trust her? Turn her into the Tsaritsa?

He has to know. her heart murmured. If you love him, he has to know.

“Yes, it was me,” she told him. “I...I’m not from here. I’m not of this world. An Outlander.” She took a deep breath. “That was...a fraction of my power. I was banished here, powerless for many years. I’ve been slowly gaining my powers back, while trying to find my brother.”

Childe’s brows furrowed slightly. “An Outlander…”

“Are you...is that...bad?”

“No, it’s just...everything makes a lot more sense now.” He laughed. “Of course I’d fall in love with an Outlander.”

Lumine rolled her eyes. “And I fell in love with a Harbinger.” She suddenly remembered something. “Is it true? You told Teucer you would quit being a Harbinger to join me on my adventures?”

Childe’s eye twitched. “Tonia and Teucer…” He let out a sigh. “If it were that easy...I would love to.”

“Oh…” Lumine found herself disappointed. What did I expect…?

Childe noticed her expression. He sat up, pulling Lumine up as well. He held her hands. “Tell you what. One day...I will absolutely join you—devote myself to you.”

Lumine’s face flushed. “You don’t have to—”

He kissed her hands tenderly, silencing her. He then proceeded to slip a ring off his pinky finger, and put it on her ring finger. “It’s a promise.”

She looked down at the ring, heart racing. But she was overjoyed. “It’s a promise,” she echoed.

Childe kissed her. “I love you, Lumine.”

“I love you, Childe.” Lumine kissed him back.

With the ring on her finger, the two had vowed their love, happiness, and family—all for the future, together, one day.

[t h e e n d]

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scene with the rings inspired by the amazing @majunju as always <3

thanks for reading everyone! <3

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laedback-taurus · 3 years

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Tortured Souls Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: mentions of torture Word Count: 2128 A/n: I hope is an adequate second part! Debating on a happy ending final part but I kind of like this as an ending. ---Part 1---

It had been years since Bucky had escaped Hydra’s clutches, he had spent nearly all of that time trying to remember who he is, the rest he had spent looking for you. Almost immediately after he pulled his supposed old friend out of the water, he went to find you. However, when he arrived you weren’t there, no one was, the place had been completely abandoned. He ran around the entire facility, desperately trying find anything that could tell him where they had taken you, but they left no trace of where they could have been going. He only had one room left to check, he paused at the door, debating on whether or not he should go in, the suffering he endured in that room was unexplainable but if there was any trace of you in there, he had to find it. He pushed the door open and walked in, he took a few deep breaths to compose himself and started looking around. He’d looked through absolutely everything and found absolutely nothing in return, he was about to leave when he glanced at the chair that had caused him so much pain for so many years, he was just simply staring at it when something caught his attention. While looking closer at the arm rest of the chair he noticed something unusual, nail marks, Bucky didn’t have nails long enough to mark the wood, that’s when it hit him…you did.

“Please no” He whispered to himself, collapsing on the floor in front of the chair where you suffered the same torture as him.

“Not her”

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It had been years since you last saw Soldat, since your torture began, since you had been taken further away from. You still believed with all your heart that he would come and save you, that he was still looking for you. You had been taken to an undisclosed Hydra location where your torture continued, they were determined to discover the powers that you must have from the Tesseract, it had worked for the Sokovian twins, so why wasn’t it working for you. You were sat in your cell, which wasn’t that much different from your last one, it was at quiet times like this where you thought of Soldat. You did truly believe that one day he would burst through the door and take you away, like in the fairy tales your mother would read to you as a little girl…perhaps you read a few too many of them. You often thought of where he could be now and if he remembered his old self or you, you would also unconsciously imagine what it would be like if you had both gotten out, what your life together could’ve looked like. You were in one these daydreaming moments when you suddenly heard shouting and gun shots outside your cell. You listened carefully to see if you could make out what was happening outside but there was just silence, then you heard footsteps start to approach your cell door. As they got closer you jumped up and backed into the wall on the opposite side of the cell to the door. The footsteps stopped right in front of your cell; two small shadows appeared in the crack at the bottom of the door. Could it be Soldat? Did he finally find you? Your hopes were crushed when the door slowly swung open, revealing the silhouette of a man who did not resemble Soldat in the slightest. He didn’t make an effort to enter you cell.

“Who are you?” You croaked out, your throat still horse from your screams. He didn’t answer you, he just pulled out a book and flipped a few pages. You stared at him in both confusion and fear when he suddenly started speaking in Russian. You suddenly felt lightheaded and uneasy, your hands began to tremble as you brought them up to your ears to block out the man’s voice. What was happening to you? What was he saying? Your thoughts began to slip away, you tried desperately to hold onto them, clamming your eyes shut and shaking you head from side to side, pushing your back harder against the wall. The last thing you saw before everything slipped away was your last memory of Soldat, that small smile he gave you the last time he saw you, then there was nothing.

“Freight Car”

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Bucky and Steve had managed to finally track down Zemo, Tony now tagging along. Bucky had gotten his memories back, he remembered Steve and the man he used to be and of course, he had always remembered you, you were never forgotten. In a way Bucky had hoped that finding Zemo would somehow bring him a step closer to finding you but so far that didn’t seem likely. Bucky, Steve and Tony entered a large room where found the 5 other Winter Soldiers, but something wasn’t quite right.

“If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep” a voice came over a PA. That’s when they all noticed, the soldiers were dead, all of them a bullet wound through their head.

“Did you really think I wanted more of you?” the voice spoke again.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered under his breath. The last time he saw these soldiers they threatened your safety, so he wasn’t too disappointed at this outcome.

“I’m grateful to them though, they brought you here” All of a sudden, a small square of light flicked on, revealing Zemo safely inside a bunker.

“You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve asked, approaching the bunker.

“I’ve thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you, I followed you. But now that you’re standing here, I just realised that there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw” Zemo chuckled.

“You’re Sokovian, is that what this is about?” Steve asked.

“no, I’m here because I made a promise” Zemo explained.

“you lost someone” Steve stated,

“I lost everyone” Zemo looked at Bucky now “and so will you” everyone was confused at that remark when suddenly Bucky was attacked from behind, he landed on the ground with and groan and flipped over onto his back. As he did his attacker straddled him, holding him down. That’s when he got a good look at who had struck him, he heart dropped when his eyes met a pair that he was all too familiar with, eyes that used to hold both sympathy and admiration for him now held nothing,

“No, not you” His voice broke. You continued to stare down at him, pulling out a knife from your hip holster, he noticed this and suddenly flipped you over, now pinning you down. Your knife flew out of your hand due the quick moment, sliding across the floor to the other side of the room, you groaned and took the opportunity to land a punch to Bucky’s jaw. He groaned at the hit as you struggled to get out of his grip, kicking your legs and squirming which only made him hold you down more. Bucky looked up to see Tony and Steve prepare to attack you -.

“No!” He yelled out to them making them lower their guard “don’t hurt her” he looked Steve dead in eye, begging his friend not to hurt you. Steve gave him a nod and he looked back down at you, still fighting to get out of his hold.

“Come back to me, I know you’re in there Y/n” He spoke softly, catching your attention and making you lay still. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find you, I tried, I’ve been looking for years, and I haven’t stopped” quiet tears were starting to run down his cheeks, falling onto yours and making you flinch slightly. “I should have looked harder, I should have stopped his from happening to you, all I ever wanted was to protect you and I failed, I failed you” He shut his eyes to try and stop his pathetic crying when a pair of soft hands cupped his cheeks, a thumb gently caressed his jaw where he had taken a hit.

“Soldat?” that voice, that sweet voice that he had been missing for years, that voice that could calm him instantly, your voice. He opened his eyes, looking down at you once again, franticly finding your eyes to check if you were really there and sure enough, he saw the light flood back into them.

“It’s Bucky” he smiled at you which caused you to pause, his full smile was beautiful like you thought. He watched as the realisation hit you, he had remembered, he remembers his old self, just like you knew he would. You smiled back at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your self up slightly to bury your head in his shoulder.

“Bucky…” You whispered, sending chills down his spine, he’s imagined you saying his name so many times, but his mind definitely didn’t do it justice. He pulled himself up off the ground, pulling you up with him, you let go of him and gave him another smile. His happiness was short lived when a small TV flicked on, displaying a date he knew all too well.

His smile dropped as he looked at Tony.

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You had watched the fight from a far, knowing all too well that without mind control there’s no way you’d stand a chance. You’d be a distraction for Solda-Bucky, anyway. At one-point they had all taken off, leaving you in the room with the deceased soldiers and a now missing Zemo. You debated on whether or not you should go after him, but you knew he was probably long gone and Bucky could need you, you ran out of the room to try and find the three men. You soon found them battling it out in a cement room, you watched from the ladder as the men fought, hoping that no one from either side of the battle would be badly injured. Just as you thought that you saw Tony do something to Bucky, making him fall back. You could tell by the look on his face that something wasn’t right, that’s when you saw his arm, or what was left of it.

“Bucky!” You called out; you quickly made your way down to him.

“Get out of here” He rasped out, but you ignored him, hooking your hands under his armpits and dragging him as far away from the fight as possible, placing his bloodied head in your lap. You brushed his hair away from his face to get a better look at what you’d have to patch up later, his eyes were closed which made you panic slightly. Steve finished off the fight with Tony and made his way over to the two of you, Bucky had opened his eyes as he approached, you sighed in relief as Steve helped Bucky on to his and started to leave, helping Bucky walk. You jumped up and followed them out of the building.

The chill of the snowy peak hit your skin as you exited the facility, you walked a little way out into the snow and looked out across the mountain. Bucky saw you wonder away and tapped Steve to let him know he was okay to walk, Steve let him go and watched him limp over to the woman he’d tried so desperately to find. Steve smiled, he barely knew this woman but over the last few days she’s all Bucky spoke about, Steve had never known him to be so devoted to a woman but it seems that he’s leaving the play boy part of his old self behind.

“Hey Doll” He greeted when he arrived beside you. Doll…you liked that.

“Hey Bucky” You smiled, stepping a bit closer and leaning your head on his right shoulder. His metal arm was definitely beyond anything you could repair.

“I’m sorry I took so long to find you…but I guess in a way, you found me” You smiled, you knew that you were never going to get tired of seeing that smile.

“Don’t apologise, I knew you’d save me, and you did, just not in any of the ways I imagined” You both knew that it was the love you felt for each other that brought you back to him.

“Steve is going to take me somewhere to get this crap out of my head, do you want to come with us?” He said, slipping his hand into your, intertwining your fingers.

“As long as we do it together” You stated, he turned his head slightly to place a small kiss on your hair.

“Yeah, together”

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@mayafatimakhan @carrietrekkie

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #avengers x reader #avengers #sebastian stan #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic

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Daryl Dixon One Shots

SNOW: Daryl’s been away from the communities for years, after Rick died, and in those years, he met Y/N when she stumbled into his camp. She needed help and Daryl took her in… They ended up being friends and then more, and by now, they have been together for years. Y/N is with Dog at the camp, waiting for Daryl, who went to trade to Alexandria, when it starts snowing. Winter holiday vibes one-shot.

HOT COCOA: Pre-apocalypse with winter holiday vibes. Y/N is an elementary shcool teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixon’s nephew, Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kid’s mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.One afternoon, as usual, little Dixon is the last kid to be picked up from Y/N’s extracurricular art class, since Daryl works long shifts at the town garage, and once he goes to pick up the kid, he might as well lend a hand to the kid and Y/N while they get ready some decorations for the school’s christmas play.

PERIOD: After months on the run without her period, it comes back once the reader is living safely at the prison, and with it some discomfort and of course, cramps. Tags: Stablished relationship. Daryl is asexual, I guess that’s not a problem. I hope you are not squirnish about periods either, because there’s fluff and blood in here.

WHERE’S MY MIND: Request, Reader has manic-depressive disorder, and she has run out of meds, which makes it hard to control it, and hard to control the way she feels and the way in which it changes, no matter Daryl tries to help. Angs, hurt/comfort, sad 3334 one-shot, inspired by the prompts Maybe you should fuck yourself” and “There’s nothing wrong with you”

HOPELESS: After losing everyone when the walkers attacked the quarry, reader can’t see the point on keep going, but then Daryl Dixon becomes her shadow, frustrating her attempts at being alone and end it all. She doesnt know why he’s doing it, neither seemed to know it himself, and neither does reader know if she’ll ever stop feeling like this, if that sense of hopelessness and lonelyness will ever leave her…Warning for suicidal reader. (4600 words one-shot inspired by the prompt “I saved your life”)

CAN’T HELP IT: Things with Daryl aren’t easy. Reader’s been with the Dixon brothers since the begining of the outbreak, after being resqued by Daryl in their town. Eventually, she discovered how big Daryl’s heart is…and how stubbor, reckless, harsh and infurating he can be too. That doesn’t mean they aren’t friends, though, becoming more than friends after the CDC, but it means that they fight day in day out…and in one of those fights the reader is going to find something about Daryl that she didn’t know, and which would break her heart. Inspired by the idea of Daryl flinching during a fight with the reader because she can’t help but think she’s going to hit him. Set in season 2, with flashbacks to season 1 to when reader and Daryl meet, and when they get together.

A SECRET WELL KEPT: The reader has two scecrets. A small one, her crush on Daryl. A big one, the abuse he endured at the hands of her parents. On his side, and after just having arrived at Alexandria, Daryl’s not doing good, making him snap easily. Dyring a fight between him and the reader, some secrets are going to slip.

WINGS: Little one-shot, set after season 9, Daryl’s vest is more than damaged, one of the wings torn and the other missing…and Y/N doesn’t like it, doesn’t like it at all…she wants to give the guardian angel his wings back.

MINE: Daryl’s girl is a pretty reserved person. She doesn’t talk much unless she really needs to. When Tyreese has Daryl pinned after finding Karen’s body, she reacts the fastest and aims at him,and this time you can bet she’s going to speak. Request.

EVERYBODY KNOWS Daryl has a crush on Y/N, his mind wandering to her at the worst moments on its own accord, making him unable to think straight with her arround, it’s frustrating and it’s embarrassing…little do he knows that it’s exactly the same for Y/N, who’s also unable to stop her eyes from wandering to him, her mind daydreaming. All their friends, seem to know, though…could them both going to a run finally bring them together? This was a request. Both reader and Daryl’s pov in third person.

SAD LOVE LIFE:The reader and Daryl share their sad love stories during late night watchs, until eventually they come out to each other as bisexuals.

DON’T LEAVE: Daryl and the reader used to be close, but with him leaving to the woods and her living in Alexandria, they hadn’t seen each other in a long while, until the meet again at Hilltop in 9x09.

AFTER THE BRIDGE: Imagine following Daryl after Rick blows up the bridge.

NOT THIS TIME : When the prison falls you find yourself alone with baby Judith, running away from the chaos to save the baby, your heart breaking at the loss of your home, your friends, your family, your love…You were once unable to keep your own baby safe, will you be able to keep Judith safe now? Inspired by a request.

SLOW: The reader is getting ready for Deanna’s party, even though it felts a bit silly, even though Alexandria feels strange, she wants to try. She finds Daryl outside Deanna’s house, he seems to want to try to, but it’s not easy for him. Needless to say, an invitation to Aaron and Eric’s house for dinner instead of staying at the party is more than welcome.There’s not much plot here, just a reader crushing in Daryl, and Daryl being awkward and shy yet sweet. I always thought that no matter what, I wouldn’t shave in the apocalypse. I never wrote it in fics because I didn’t know what people would think. But talking to some people here they thought the same, so that idea inspired this one-shot.

I ONLY WANT YOU: Prision-era, Daryl and the reader are together, but now that there’s more people at the prison and the reader spends more time with a new friend, Daryl can’t help but feel insecure and jealous. Inspired by a request.

SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU: The Reader is sick and Daryl takes care of her, fluff, and pre-apocalypse. Inspired by a request.

IT MIGHT BE CHRISTMAS: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Christmas inspired one-shot, some holidays vibes in TWD word.

YOU’LL BE SAFE: The reader lost her camp and her people and is roaming the woods alone when a group of men find her, bad men. But a not so bad man showes up to help, though how can you trust a stranger after all you had seen, all you had gone through? Inspired by a request.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryldixononeshots #daryl dixon/reader #daryl dixon

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Here folks. Take an impromptu Mace centric fic as a token of my affections xD

Here on ao3

1. It takes 14 seconds to fall from the Chancellor’s office to the ground. Mace counts them slowly. Almost a meditation. Each second stretches for eternity, each centimetre passing with an agonizingly slow speed. Mace blinks and even that feels like it takes forever. Mace feels, well he really can’t feel his hand. His wrist, however, is another matter entirely. It throbs and throbs and does not stop. He supposes that soon he won’t have to worry about it.

2. Mace has time to feel betrayed. Feel the sting of anger and hurt for a moment before he is occupied by other things. He has known of a shatterpoint poised around Anakin, precariously on the point of breaking at any point. He had hoped that when it broke, the balance would be restored, but now… well the rise of the Sith is hardly balance. There is a moment of this anger, that Anakin could not have chosen better, did not deem balance important, but within moments it leaves him. He can do precious little now, weakened as he is, to stop his fall. He can only think about what he is about to leave.

3. He wonders how Depa is. Alone in the darkness of the world, struggling with her padawan, the newest member of their lineage. He wonders how young Caleb is. Whether the clones have befriended him, whether he has seen some interesting animal or tradition that he would have shared over tea next they met. He wishes, oh how he wishes, that he could see them one last time, could whisper his farewell to them, could press against their essence in the Force and feel them, feel his family, his daughter and her son.

4. Mace feels something twang, some kind of resignation from up above, from the office he has just been thrown out of. The dark, cold, oppressive feeling suffocated the surroundings. Young Skywalker, he realises, is truly stepping for the dark. He feels pain because that is where the path will end. With Anakin and all of Anakin’s friends in pain. The shatterpoint that has hovered over Anakin for all the man’s life breaks and shatters with an intensity he has only felt a few times before. Of course, it would be Anakin that aggravates the pain of his death in such a manner, he sardonically notes. However, the loneliness, the fear, the pain, and the resignation is painful to feel. Part of Mace feels bad for Anakin considering the path that he will walk on guarantees pain. He hopes that Anakin will turn from this path, but already he feels the strings of fate being drawn together as though this inevitability has been years in the making and is finally culminating in the man's fall.

5. The Force is dark. It has been darkening throughout the war, and even darkening before that. Slowly, but surely, using the Force to sense things had become akin to wading in a swamp through fog with nothing to provide light. True darkness had hidden within the despair, anger, and hate of the general populace, tired of the galactic war that sucked up resources. The war machine, fueled by uncaring individuals who had sought profit had pushed and pushed and pushed until it had taken up every thought. Until classrooms became war meeting rooms, and until the mosaics and gentle art of the Temple were chipped and left in disrepair as it simply became too expensive to keep clean and intact.

6. There is regret he feels for not having noticed what Palpatine was, what the man was capable of. He has never truly liked Palpatine. The man was a slimy politician like many others who somehow managed to put off a kind font for all his friends. The man has never done something like that for Mace, and Mace has always found the act somewhat manipulative. He spares an idle thought, wishing that the Zillo beast had somehow succeeded in eating the Sith. As a Jedi, he probably shouldn’t entertain such thoughts, but Palpatine is a sith lord who has orchestrated a galactic war. He hopes the Force will cut him some slack.

7. Obi-Wan. His friend. What devastation the man will feel. He has lost his Grandmaster to the clutches of the dark, lost his own Master to a Sith monster from his nightmares, lost his Grandpadawan to the greedy clutches of the Senate and the war, and now he will lose his own Padawan to the darkness. He wishes he could comfort his friend the way he had done after Qui-Gon’s death. Mace hopes his death will not hurt so much, but he knows Obi-Wan takes it very personally when someone he loves dies. He… he wishes he could also meet with Obi-Wan, wishes he could bring some joy, some calm, something positive to the man who will no doubt feel the most devastating feeling of loss when he realises his family has torn itself apart, has hurt each other in such a horrid way.

8. The Jedi in the Temple. There are so few, most of the older ones scattered throughout the galaxy, but he fears for the younger ones. With Anakin, himself, Kit, Saesee, and Agen gone, most of the defences in the Temple are gone. Now only the youngest of padawans, the younglings and the oldest members of their order remain. He knows, feels it in his bones, that the Temple will be attacked. It is impossible for Palpatine not to have planned something ensuring the death of his family. He hopes that the younglings might escape, that the few Knights might keep those younger safe, that the recovering Jedi in the healing rooms escape. However, Mace has always been logical. The best he can probably hope for is a quick painless death for the members of his family, one with as little pain as possible. Knowing Palpatine, the man who gladly played two sides of a galactic war, he knows that it won’t be so. His family will suffer more than just a quick death, they will suffer and he… he finds he hates the idea of it. What he would give to save them. He would die for them. Would take all their pain to save them. His family, the warmth he has always known will disappear, this he knows.

9. His lightsaber is falling too. Ahead of him. The crystal which has been by his side always is mourning with him, feeling the and echoing his betrayal, winking brightly just like he is before Mace dies. One hand stretches out and calls the blade to him. If he was to feel one last thing in his life, his lightsaber and the warmth from it would be high there. His intact hand grasps the blade and clutches it close, looking for that warmth, that light that he has had by his side since his childhood. The crystal hums on his level, reflecting joy at being united with him, sadness at the coming doom. His faithful friend has been by his side through many dangers but now is the end. He recalls the first time he picked it up, surrounded by darkness and cold and ice the crystal had sat, glowing and colourless. The blade had been purple, much to the surprise and delight of both himself and his family. Sure, he had tweaked the hilt as he had grown, but the crystal had remained the same. He reached out for it and let its calm force envelop him one last time, letting the light peace wash over him moments before his death.

10. Time seems to blur. He sees the past melding with the present. The future seems to push back and reaches him in strange visions, flickers across his vision. There are ghost feelings of something entirely alien drifting across his mind. The future, he realises with a quiet gasp, reaching back and showing him small flickers of it. Mace accepts it quietly. He accepts the flickers of death, destruction, and terrible darkness as they fall across his vision. He sees the lone figures of light as they leap across an indifferent galaxy, attempting to fight the suffocating darkness. There is a shadow of a togruta, old and unfamiliar with blades of pure light against one red and black shadow flickering across his vision, followed by a robes figure facing off a dark machine, a strange imprint of betrayal and sadness. Another shadow of green and red blades against each other followed by a sky of flickering light, illuminated by lightning. More and more visions flicker across his vision and finally a balance. He feels relief keenly as the light stretches past the few points it was reduced to. In the end, balance will prevail, he knows, and he rests easy with that knowledge.

11. His clones, he wonders, will be sad when they find out he is dead. He has somehow gained their respect and admiration. With that, as he and his colleagues had quickly found, came a need front he clones to keep them safe. Through many battles, Ponds watched his back, offered advice, and shared his pain. In turn, he has done the same, but it always feels like it is not enough. For all that he loves his troops, he can not save them from the Republic’s scorn and the Senate’s indifference. He has tried to save them, tried to keep the other military leaders from recklessly using the clones as a battering ram against the Separatists, disregarding the lives they will lose, but still he ends up with dead men. Ponds. He wishes… something. He wishes he could have said goodbye. Told him he wished he could have done more, could have saved more men. But, the time for that has passed and he cannot save them or comfort them. He only hopes that they will be safe and healthy and happy in the wake of his death. That someone will step up to take care of them.

12. His family… the Jedi… He can feel them dying. Something is… something is killing them. Someone is killing them. He has failed. Failed to protect them. Failed to save them. Their pain rips through the Force as they are killed, betrayal, pain, and anguish suffocating the Force. No! He feels his bonds, some of which have been in place since childhood, be ripped mercilessly from him. Depa’s still glows bright, alive, but there is something painful growing around her. It feels as though the end is coming soon, both for him but also for her. Lights flicker and are put out mercilessly. From the old elder Jedi who had been a mentor in the past to the young Rodian child he had comforted two weeks ago. They burn brightly, like stars, and then disappear, cementing darkness in the universe.

13. Mace Windu, moments before his death, sees something. He’s always seen things. Breaking points in people, situations, and things. He’s grown up with them. Now, in the seconds before he hits the ground at breakneck speed, he sees something different. An impossible possibility. The culmination of a billion small things resulting in the perfect world. So out of reach, so… impossible. It flashes for just a moment, blinking for an eternity. He observes it, observes the choices, observes the outcomes, the unfolding of events. It is almost as though he experiences it, almost like he lives through it, but not quite. This ‘what if,’ this best-case scenario, is an imagination. Nothing he can do will bring it to truth, and yet still Mace wishes.

14. Fourteen seconds. Mace Windu fell from a window fourteen seconds ago. For fourteen seconds he has fallen down the side of the building. Now, he hits the ground as darkness swallows the universe. It seems almost fitting that he would die the moment the Jedi are about to die and the universe is about to be swallowed by darkness. Mace closes his eyes a fraction of a second before he hits the ground at breakneck speed, the rapid speed of descent slowing abruptly in a split second. With the end of his fall, Mace Windu's life ends too.

15. Mace wakes in the light which he has chosen. The light which he has always chosen and which he will always choose. The dark of the world is behind him. Ahead, only light, warmth, and happiness remains. Each step into the warmth, leaving the dark world he’s lived in, is like coming home. He takes each step until he isn’t Mace anymore, not really. He is the light, he is the Force. Mace sighs and finally, he releases himself into the Force, into home. A thousand troubles, hundreds of sleepless, millions of deaths, countless memories of pain fade away until Mace is unburdened. Mace breathes in slowly, meditatively, and he steps into the light. As darkness falls, Mace steps into the light. And so ends Mace Windu.

#star wars fanfic #fanfiction #star wars #mace windu #mace windu appreciation #obi wan kenobi #depa billaba #pro jedi #jedi appreciation #pro jedi fic #duna writes

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Please Don't Leave Me Chapter 6

Title: Please Don’t Leave Me

Author: SirenPrincess

Description: What if Aleksander hadn’t answered the door when Ivan interrupted the war room kissing? What if Aleksander and Alina had a bit more time to get to know each other before Baghra told her his true identity? Alina is the only one who can comfort Aleksander through his nightmares. Will she leave once she knows who he is?

This story is based on the show version and features a soft on the inside, hard on the outside Aleksander with an emphasis on emotional hurt/comfort and angst. If you are looking for lots of hurt!Aleksander thoughts, then this story is for you. Mal exists but pretty much solely to cause Aleksander some angst. Don’t worry. It will be a Darklina ending.

Chapter 1 is a missing scene at the end of Ep 4, and Chapter 2 takes place alongside Ep 5 and then diverges from canon there.

Pairings: Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, bits of Ivan/Fedyor

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Grisha are oppressed in this universe, and I don’t shy away from showing the horrors of that. There may eventually be mentions of canon-typical torture (Fjerdan pyres), death of family members, and cruelty to Grisha children. It’s not the focus, but that backdrop is definitely there and comes up as characters discuss their past.

In this chapter: The horror of Aleksander's past combines with the recent trauma of Marie's death (which was almost Alina's) to haunt Aleksander. In other words, Aleksander's PTSD is causing nightmares.

Chapter 6

Aleksander glanced at the clock. It was a good hour after he was supposed to awake Alina for his turn for sleep, but seeing her sleeping so peacefully, comfortably in his arms, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

The night before, she had softly reprimanded him for letting her sleep so long when he needed rest too, but she had stopped quickly when she saw his reaction. He hated to be chastised for caring for others. It reminded him of when Baghra had punished him as a child for caring too much about Grisha. He couldn't help but care for Grisha, even if their lives seemed temporary. And there was absolutely nothing that could convince him not to prioritize Alina over himself. She was needed. He was needed only to support her.

He could give her a bit more sleep. Maybe he could fall asleep on his own tonight and be alright. He had been doing so well since Alina had been helping him. If he could just hold onto that feeling of being enveloped in her warmth, maybe he could safely doze off. He was getting drowsy already. He focused his thoughts on their pleasure earlier in the night, the taste of her, the way her hips moved when he found just the right spot. If the happy thoughts could get him a peaceful sleep for even an hour, that was an hour more sleep that she could have.

He dreamed of taking Alina horseback riding again to their spot. It was quiet without all the interruptions of the Little Palace. She rode with him so he could feel her in his arms, smell the sweetness of her skin. Once they arrived, he dismounted and held up his hand to help her down. They could sit and talk and share dreams for the future. At their spot, it seemed like happy endings weren’t too rare to hope for outloud.

But then something changed. Shadows sliced through the air, formed a curtain, a wall. The Fold. It didn’t belong here. How was it so close? He quickly stepped in front of Alina to protect her as he stared at the darkness that had haunted him since its creation.

Something was coming out. To his horror, he realized it was Zlatan and he had brought his army. How had they crossed the Fold? It didn’t make sense, but there was no time to think on the how because Aleksander knew the why. Zlatan was there for Alina.

He raised his arms to make the blade for the Cut, but, no. No! He jerked and struggled. Someone had his wrist. How had they gotten to him so quickly? Not his wrists, not his wrists! He kicked and even tried to bite, but try as he may to turn to get to the man holding him, he could not even see him. Not the wrists. Anything but the wrists. He could not stand any pressure on his wrists. It was his worst nightmares come to life. The man had the other wrist now as Zlatan approached.

“Alina, run!” he cried. “Don’t worry about me. Just go!”

“Aleksander!” she screamed back as the army moved towards her.

His other wrist was wrenched painfully behind his back. The bar put between them was the perfect length to stop him from being able to touch his hands. He used every ounce of his strength and adrenaline to try to break the bar, but they were smart enough to switch to steel now. It would not budge. Maybe if he could dislocate his shoulder ...

“Aleksander!” Her cry broke through all thoughts. All that mattered was saving her, somehow. He would die if he could just get his hands free from their bonds for just a moment to protect her.

Zlatan was approaching.

“No!” he screamed, struggling against the cuffs around his wrists more and more. “Alina, it has to be you. You have the strength. Find it in you. Cut him down! We cannot let him take you!”

Zlatan swung his sword, and her head rolled to the ground. Aleksander screamed and screamed, the wail of someone so devastated by loss that there was no will to contain himself. Shadows erupted from him in every direction; he didn’t even know how with his hands bound, but he did not care if they consumed the whole world. Nothing mattered without Alina.

And then there was her light breaking through it all.

He blinked and he was no longer outdoors. Bed posts were in his view within Alina’s blinding light. He blinked again. His shadows swirled outside the ball of light, but they bounced off every time they came near her dome.

He gasped for air, but his throat was closed off. No air would come. He glanced frantically inside the light and found Alina, her head still connected to her body, hovering over him with worry.

“Aleksander?” she asked. “Are you back with me? Please stop the shadows. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold them off.”

He tried to move his arms to command the shadows to stop, but he found his wrists still paralyzed, frozen by some imaginary bar. He tried again for breath to focus on finding the strength to free him, but again no air would come. He gasped and choked and his whole body began shaking. She was alive. That was all that mattered. He could take the pain of paralyzed wrists, survive without oxygen, as long as she was alright.

“You’re hyperventilating,” she whispered. “Try to match my breath. Don’t go faster than me. Deeply in … and out …”

Was he? He felt as if his lungs weren’t working at all, but as he listened carefully, he could hear what she was saying. He was breathing so fast that his lungs weren’t functioning, but it was all from the sheer panic going through him. He needed to calm down to get the shadows under control, to regain use of his arms, but he was struggling to get the image of her head falling off her shoulders out of his mind.

“No, no, no,” she stopped him. “Focus on me. Only on me. Feel my light? Feel it in your skin? I’m here. Now breathe with me.”

His body didn’t want to give him control of breathing yet, but he tried to just focus on her warmth and her face and her concern, and somehow, after some time, his breathing slowed down to match hers. It was finally enough for him to move his arms and banish the shadows.

She sighed with relief.

Tears of shame flooded his eyes. He was humiliated she had seen him like this, and furious with himself he had let his shadows get so close to her. She would hate him after seeing his pathetic weakness now that she knew his shadows went through and through to his core.

“We’re okay now. We’re okay,” she whispered in his ear, and to his surprise, she cuddled into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Words were not enough, but he needed to say them.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” she said before directing the light towards him to banish away the last chills of the nightmare.

#aleksander x alina #alina x aleksander #aleksander morovoza #darklina #alina x darkling #kirigan x alina #alina x kirigan #general kirigan

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Hunter meeting Hunter

A Xaviera Lah-Mo and Andrei Kulokova Story Chapter 4

Authors Note: God, I love writing for these two so so much. It’s like writing the scrpt of a woman for the big screen. So many things going on in this chapter; pasts are reavealed little by little, feelings get stronger and things get angstier as we read the journey of a wolf and snow leopard.

Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to me

Andrei Kulokova belongs to @the-slasher-files

Warning: 18+ because there is murder, death and gore, plus some teasing between our animals. Just a heads up.

Words: 5.2k (Seriously, it was supposed to be shorter, but oh well....Time sure flies when you write)

Chapter 1 HERE

Chapter 2 HERE

Chapter 3 HERE

Xaviera was hugging the pillow to her chest, her usual ice-cold eyes always calculating everything, now a calm warm blue, gazing at the Russian, millions of thoughts crossing her mind after what happened between them; the strong smell of sweat and sex still persisting in the room.

She nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, feeling so small next to the behemoth of a man next to her in bed; that surge of protection overcoming her from his part. A soft sigh left her lips as one of Andrei's hands ran down her soft naked shoulder, his other hand lightening a cigarette. His gaze was forward, blowing a cloud of smoke, then his eyes drifted back over to her.

"So...How was your first time?" he asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Everything you wanted it to be?" he pressed on, a drop of smug masculinity evident in his rough voice.

Xaviera didn't fantasize about what her first time would be like; she was always so erupted into her researches, hunting, and studies that the prospect of sharing such a deep and intimate act never crossed her mind, and if she did try to picture her first time, there was always a blank spot, just a shadow, because she had never met someone to reach her standards.

Call her vain, because she was a picky individual, but that's how it goes into the animal mating process too. Females don't just mate with any desperate male in a rut; some have to prove themselves worthy in brutal fights that lead to one male dying.

She remembers one time while in Himalaya how the yaks were fighting for the right to mate. It was like two tanks were smashing against each other, one which ended up with an almost fatal wound, and when he tried to get close to the female she turned her back to him. Not worthy.

Getting back to where she was, she hummed at the Russian's question, enjoying his touch on her sweat-covered skin.

"Mhmmm....Always pictured that my first time would be with a wolf. I guess I am more fond of feral beasts." she replied with a cheeky glint in her eyes.

Andrei gave a little huff of laughter at the cheeky side of her personality.

"Well, aren't you lucky." he commented with a smirk.

Her eyes drifted from his eyes to his cigarette. It's been so long since she smoked. The white-haired woman remembers how she used to smoke one pack of them during her time in college when she had tons of exams and finals.

After the small pause of silence between them, she noticed that he noticed that she was gazing at his cigarette. He took a drag and blow the smoke close to her face, the strong smell of tobacco filling her lungs, reminding her of the years in college, days and nights studying the creatures that she now lived close by, not close enough to kill her, but close enough to shot the poachers and for the predators to finish the job.

"Would you like one?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, making her ears perk up at his question and she nodded, taking one and lighting it up, taking a deep drag, her eyes closing as she exhaled smoke, her muscles relaxing more.

She sighed contently.

"Haven't smoked since college. Sleepless nights full of studying." she spoke, her eyes looking up at him, licking her lips nervously, feeling like a little school girl who got in bed with one of the last year's ones.

It was like a fresh breath of air like she was in the highest place of the mountains.

"Y'know you look hot with a cigarette hanging out of those soft lips..." he whispered, leaning in close to her face, blowing smoke directly at her and capturing it in a kiss, moaning into her mouth. She blushed at his comment and closed her eyes, savoring the foreign feeling, but it didn't last long for he pulled away, taking the cigarette from her hand and putting his down in the ashtray, only to finish hers.

"You shouldn't smoke...it's bad for you." he told her with a smile.

Her heart fluttered at his concern for her health. He was getting under her skin. She smiled in return and rubbed her nose on his own as animals do in affection.

"I know...That's why I gave up smoking after college." she told Andrei, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

"You must have a good strong will then myshka." he spoke, putting down the cigarette in the ashtray.

One of his large hands rubbed her side while the other interlocked with her small hand, watching her with intensity. He pressed his lips to her forehead and closing his eyes.

Xaviera's lips twitched into a smile at his gentle side, something that really surprised her in such a good way, considering how much he had infuriated her.

"When you lived most of your life among creatures that could kill you in a matter of seconds, you have to be always careful. Never underestimate someone by appearance. That's what my father used to tell me..." she found herself telling him.

A vulnerable side was peaking from under the long hair locks, one of a little girl that was as vulnerable as thin ice; a little girl that the death of her parents was forever imprinted in the darkest corners of her mind; one of them which was devoured by hyenas.

Xaviera felt the Russian's grip on her tighten, holding her close and telling her it was alright. He was tense too.

He hummed, listening to her.

"A wise man." he whispered into her hair, and she felt the need to continue, the ice slowly cracking and she was afraid she would sink into the freezing water underneath.

Xaviera bite her lower lip, a bitter feeling forming in the back of her throat, but nodded at his words.

"Yes, he was. He always knew what to say and how to solve any problem...If it wasn't for him...I wouldn't have been here today." she tells Andrei, curling her body against his much bigger one, seeking protection and comfort in a silent way.

"My.....uh, my dad was killed when I was young boy, just leaving me, my uncle, sister and..." he begins to tell her, his breath hitching slightly.

"My mother.....but um...she was murdered when I was 12." he finishes, shifting a little, probably uncomfortable with being so open to her, but she couldn't blame him, she knew how hard it was to speak of the deceased loved ones.

He pulled her closer and she guessed he needed comfort as much as she needed it too.

The small woman had listened to each of his words and she noticed the anxiety dripping from his voice; no wonder he was like this, the things he must have gone through. Her hand rested on his chest, where his heart was. She felt something inside her crawl; maybe the feminine empathy?

She always had a soft spot for scarred beasts.

"She must have been a wonderful and beautiful woman......My mother....S-She was killed too....A-Along with my father." she began to tell him, voice cracking little by little along with the ice; she swallowed down and continued.

"My father was killed by poachers in a trip to Africa....Me and my mother run...B-But....She saved me....Giving her life. T-They killed her too.....She hid me into the hallow of a tree....A-And after they left her body.....T-The hyneas....T-They devoured her....They ripped her face apart." at this point she couldn't hold back the tears, the bitter taste too strong and the ice shattered underneath her, the cold water enveloping her body.

She clung to Andrei's form, letting the tears fall.

"I had to watch until she was a mess of flesh and bones." she choked on a sob, her face buried into his chest.

"I-I was so weak." she breathed out.

She felt his strong arms wrap around her, holding her in an instinctive form of protection.

"Sssssshh....little one...." he cooed, pulling back a little to look into her red eyes from crying, cupping her jaw, and wiping the tears away.

"It was never your fault...Beasts take and take from this world with greed, no mercy...and it is no one's fault." he tried to assure her and slowly she relaxed her, little by little she could feel her sobbing stop, all thanks to Andrei's soothing voice, something she would have never guessed she would love to hear, considering how the first day with him was.

Her gaze moved up to his face.

"That's why I hate most humans so much....Humans call animals beasts but they are the ones." she whispered, letting the last tears fall down her cheeks.

"Animals aren't greedy, vain... They do it to survive.... Humans are conducted by their avarice." she spoke, taking one of his big hands in both her tiny ones, bringing his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles, then her eyes drifted to the big scars on her thigh.

"I got this one from a mother Grizzly. Me and my dad encountered the cubs first and because I was young and foolish... She attacked me..... My dad saved me, but the Grizzly left a souvenir." she spoke, looking from the claw marks to Andrei.

"I learned not to be afraid of the wild animals... But also respect them. Respect what can kill you." she whispered, nuzzling his hand as a cat would do to its owner.

She noticed his eyes widen at her story; probably a little shocked that a Grizzly got so close to her, but she guessed anyone would have the same reaction. The shocked look quickly disappeared from the Russian, taking his free large hand and bringing it to the scars, tracing the claw patterns like it was a canvas, a picture worth a thousand words, a story that could have had a tragic and brutal end.

She shivered at his touch, the gesture going to such a spiritual intimacy. He really was getting under her skin. His lips pressed again on her forehead.

"Well, thank you for respecting me." he laughed lightly, all the tension in the room vanished at his attempt at making a joke.

She snorted and rolled her blue eyes at his smug joke; again all high and mighty.

"Yes, yes. I respect you, all high and mighty Alpha Wolf." she cheekily told him, one of her fingers scratching under his chin playfully, as one would do to a dog. He was amused by her playful demenour.

"Just don't step on my tail, or I am gonna bite your precious jewels off." she whispered against his lips, her blue eyes glinting in a feline-like amusement.

His eyes went sharp again at this, smashing his lips on hers in a deep kiss, grinning at her surprised self.

"Go ahead and try it, precious kitten." he challenged her, rolling her small body on top of his, making Xaviera squeak, her legs tensing when she felt his hands on her hips until he brought them to her neck, her most sensitive part. She let out a soft mewl, the skin still sensitive from all the bite marks he left.

He took a deep breath and pulled her into another kiss. She felt herself blush at his actions and words, despite the fact that they fucked just a few minutes ago. He just managed to bring out the fire in her.

She kissed him back as he did, her small hands moving to touch his bigger ones that were rested on her neck.

"I love it when you touch my neck." she whispered into the kiss, her thumbs stroking his knuckles.

She saw his jaw tense and internally she smirked, knowing that he was affected by her as much as she was by him. His grip on her neck tightened, not enough to choke her, but enough for her pulse to pick up in anticipation and her breath to hitch.

"Be careful with those sweet words baby girl." he whispered back.

This was a reminder that this wasn't a company dog.... He was a feral wolf. An apex predator, who could easily crush her tiny neck under rough, large hands.

"You know... You are the only one who has ever touched my neck and survived." she warned, looking down at him, cheeks dusted by a furious blush from their position.

He raised an eyebrow at her word, his signature smirk coming back on his face, canines on display.

"There is still time, darling." he laughed, appreciating her wild side and also amused by it.

Before she knew it, she was underneath the beast of a man, kissing her again only to leave her a breathless mess as he pulled away.

"Well, thank you for letting me live.... for now." he gave her a smug smirk, getting up from the bed and marching downstairs.

After he left, she didn't realized she was holding her breath, touching her neck and feeling the bitemarks, something inside her purring.... Like a Snow Leopard who just got mated.

Xaviera groaned at that thought. The Russian was going to be her weakness, although sometimes she really wanted to kick his ass in the snow for being such a knucklehead..... A very handsome and wild and passionate and big....

She huffed, burring her face into the pillow.

God, she was turning into a sappy mess.

She was pulled from her lovestruck thoughts by the rough voice, a tint of softness there.

"Everything alright?" Andrei asked, coming back to the bedroom with two mugs of hot tea, putting her mug down, and getting into bed with his own mug, his free hand running down her shoulder.

The Snow Leopard tensed at his touch and the feline felt an uncontrollable blush creeping up her neck and cheeks, looking at him. She felt like a little girl with a crush.

"Y-Yes.... E-Everything is alright... Just....Thinking." she replied, trying to avoid his gaze at the end, bitting on her lower lip.

The Russian just sipped on his tea, watching the snowfall out the windows, then he smirked.

Xaviera took the cup of tea, sipping on the delicious aroma and the warmness, then she almost choked on his following words.

"Thinking.... about me?" he asked, looking at her amused.

"Don't be shy...I'm beginning to know that beautiful blush well, baby girl."

He was reading her like an open book. Coughing, she looked at him, not able to control her blush.

"I-It's not like that! I mean... You were amazing and I loved every second of it... it's just.... I never shared.... a moment like this." she spoke, looking down at the cup of tea in her lap.

She saw from the corner of her eyes, him smiling.

"I'm just teasing, myshka, it was a joke..." he spoke, hooking two large fingers under her chin, her eyes on his.

"But I was right." he huffed, only for her to glare at him, the blush still present.

"Still a knucklehead... Don't make me throw your ass in the snow." she told him, taking a sip of her own tea to hide her smile.

Andrei put his tea down on the nightstand, his fingers moving along her jaw sweetly.

"And still a fierce kitten." his fingers moved up her jaw, only to lace within her white hair and kiss her again.

She closed her eyes as he kissed her, her tongue running along his bottom lip only to shyly start sucking on it. Her eyes opened, looking into his own, challenging him slightly. His sharp eyes looked into her.

"Well, you learn fast." he grinned, licking his canines, the hand in her hair tightening into a fist, making her gasp, only for the wolf to take the opportunity and show his tongue inside in a sloppy kiss, making her moan. Her heart fluttered at his words. She felt his hand take the cup of tea from her hand, setting in on the nightstand on her side and she found her back flush against the mattress with him on top of her.

She jumped a little when he bites her lip, hard enough to draw a little blood, then he pulled away, moving down to kiss her jaw and neck. She moved her head back, exposing more of her neck in submission.

"T-That's not fair.... Y-You know my sensitive spots... A-And I don't know yours." she breathed out in a shuttering voice.

She felt him grin against her neck, his k9's brushing against her bruises that he created.

"A predator never just tells you their weak spot..." with that he pulled away and she felt herself sink in the mattress at the way he was gazing down at her.

"You of all people should know that, darling."

Xaviera's breath hitched and she blushed at the Russian's words, feeling embarrassed. She let her guard down in front of the big bad wolf and now he had her in his jaws.

"I-I...." she was at a loss of words, something that very rarely happened to the white-haired female.

He moved his large hand through her long white hair, resting his forehead against her, just like animals show affection, something she was used from the furry feral beasts, but not from humans.

"Sssshh...little mouse... I will not hurt you." he softly spoke.

God, she felt herself melt at his touch and the way he spoke, her eyes looking up at him like a deer caught in by the big bad wolf. One of her hands moved to stroke his knuckles gently.

"I-It's alright... You know... When I was in Africa I watched as Leopards mate. The males always bite the nape of the females. Not to kill her, but to assert dominance. I suppose that goes for humans too?" she told him in a quiet voice, biting on her lower lip.

He grinned down at her, humming at her words.

"You are mine." placing his hand on the side of her neck, he kissed her deeply, a gasp leaving her when he started grinding against her, but only for a short time, because he rolled off, pulling her closer to him.

"All yours, Wolfy. All yours.... Considering half my neck is blue and purple." she said with a smile, blue eyes shining in pride as her hand touched the bitemarks.

"What a cute little thing." he kissed her forehead.

Xaviera's eyes moved along his chest, where the big scar was and she wondered how he got it, but she knew, he was just like her, not wanting to be pressured in telling.

"Little with enough venom to kill 100 men." she replied with a devilish glint in her eyes, her lips pressing against his big scar, feeling him tense.

"It's time for sleep myshka...." he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.

"Unless you want to go again?" he grinned, licking his canines.

Xaviera chuckled quietly at his impressive stamina, her lips brushing his canines.

"As much as I would love to get frisky with the big bad wolf.... I have to rest. The blizzard will stop tomorrow morning and I will have to go...hunting." she whispered, her hand brushing against his chest up and down, only for him to roughly grab her wrist.

"You might want to stop doing that then... or else I'm not taking your excuses." he warned her, his other hand moving to her scar on her thigh, just resting it there.

Xaviera knew he was like a bomb ready to combust any moment so she let him win this time.

"Got it, knucklehead." she huffed, rolling her eyes, and she couldn't stop smiling.

She pressed a kiss under his chin.

"Good night, Wolfy." she whispered, leaning her head against his chest, her eyes closing as he continued to brush his hand across her scar.

"Good night, kitten." he whispered, sleep enveloping her.

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It was like she had an internal clock, because as soon as it was early morning and the snowing stopped, her eyes slowly opened looking out the window. Her eyes drifted from the outside scenario to the man in bed with her. It was the first time she saw him sleep and he looked so peaceful.

Slowly, with feline-like stealth, she moved from the bed and out of the bedroom, her eyes on him the entire time, until she was out of the room and downstairs, starting to dress up, putting on her white and cream winter coat, the white fur on the hood so soft, it always kept her warm.

Getting all her weapons; the venomous small arrows, the sniper rifle and her mountain backpack on she moved towards the exit. She knew it was probably bad to leave, but she preferred to go on huntings solo.

Exiting the cottage, she stalked towards the path, her gaze moving to her map in hand, already starting to calculate distance, route. It took her two hours to reach the destination. The poachers were going to arrive in half an hour if she calculated everything right, which she always did. Setting her backpack down, she opened it, getting out a wire of spikes, similar to the ones cops use to stop vehicles.

She planted it right in front of the path that the poachers will drive by, masking it in snow, then moving into an isolated spot, basking herself in the whiteness of nature, sniper rifle in hand, and just waiting, exactly like a predator.

Her ears instantly perked up as she heard the sound of the engine in the distance, muscles tightening in anticipation as she was the truck get closer, knowing what was inside. She licked her lips as they approached.

20 seconds....

Her finger hovered over the trigger of her sniper rifle, waiting.

10 seconds....

She knew that she had to be quick in her moves; no hesitation.

5 seconds....

Her pupils dilated like that of a snow leopard, ready for the kill.

The sounds of tires exploding meet her ears, looking through the lens of the sniper; eyes on the passager door as it opened, one man exiting the vehicle, only to fall down as the bullet hit him right in the neck, blood starting to coat the white snow underneath him.

First one dead. Two more to go. Another man exited the vehicle with a shotgun in hand, looking for her. She smirked, knowing he will never be able to spot her; it was like searching for a crystal sugar in the snow. She pressed the trigger, aiming for his heart, his body falling next to the other dead poacher.

Now the driver. She was itching to kill the last one, but he was hesitant to get out.

'Come on, little shit. Come to mama.'

He did peek his head out the window. Big mistake; it was enough for Xaviera to shot him straight in the middle of his forehead. She grinned, then moved from her hiding spot, marching towards the back of the vehicle, a big door with a locker. Setting her backpack down, she got the bolt cutter, getting the lock on the metal door off.

Her hands tugged on the handle, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the forest as the small woman opened the door; a set of four white paws meeting the snow.

It was a snow leopard, shaking his white and grey thick fur, happy to be free. Xaviera smiled as the animal runoff, disappearing into the covered snow forest like a ghost.

The moment of calmness and pride was quickly taken away when Xaviera felt immense pain shooting through her scalp as someone yanked her head back, her eyes widening as the person behind her smashed her head against the side of the truck, only to throw her on the ground.

"So, you are the Mountain Ghost I've been hearing about. I thought it was going to be someone...bigger." the voice was unfamiliar and her vision was blurry.

She tried to get up, only to feel a kick at her ribs, making her stumble, choking on her breath. How could there be another one? She had stalked and observed them for such a long time, calculating everything by numbers and seconds.

"You think you can just go around and steal our prizes?" the man spat, his foot coming to press harshly against her ankle, making her scream.

She was ready to get her venomous darts from her small bag inside her winter jacket, only to have her face pressed in the snow.

"Keep your venom to yourself." the man spoke in her ear, then turned her around, snatching the darts and throwing them so she couldn't reach the weapons.

This was bad, so bad. She wasn't built for close contact combat, especially when it came to life or death. Like a cheetah, she was fast but sadly lacked the strength.

Xaviera could feel blood dripping down from her temple, her hands trying to scratch him, pierce his eyes, anything so she could get away from under him and run. A fist to her eye was all that the man needed to make the fierce feline, drop her hands.

"Keep your claws to yourself, bitch!" the man yelled, looking over her, then smirked.

"You made me lose that Snow Leopard. Someone paid huge cash for its fur." he spoke, making Xaviera glare at him despite the position she was in.

"But....I know what you might be useful for." the way he said that made Xaviera's stomach twist in such an unpleasant way that she wanted to throw up and when she felt his hands on her thighs, she felt tears form at the corner of her eyes.

She was ready to scream, but the weight on top of her disappeared, the sound of fighting meeting her ears. Her blue eyes opened, looking up at the sky. Her gaze moved to the ground and she felt her breath hitch at the scenario before her.

It was Andrei. He saved her. That made the horrible feeling she had before disappear, relieved that he was here. It was obvious that the Russian had the upper hand, much bigger than the poacher and certainly more experienced by the combat skills he put on a demonstration on the other male.

A sickening crunch meets the woman's ears as Andrei delivered a straight punch on the man's nose, blood coating half of his face. It was like watching two male animals fighting for territory, and Xaviera saw plenty of brutal fights between males for territory, food, and the right to mate. She knew that these types of fights ended up with someone dead.

In one swift movement, the Russian grabbing the handle of his knife, taking the blade out of its holster, and stabbing the poacher right in his tight, twisting the blade inside. The scream echoed through the forest and all Xaviera could do was to watch as Andrei took the knife out, blood splashing on the snow as the man dropped down, not dead yet.

Big large hands wrapped around the wounded man's neck, as tight as possible, and the woman watched as the Russian strangled the poacher, his arms trying to inflict pain on Andrei, but it was all useless, the winner already decided the moment the knife impaled in his thigh.

The poachers' arms dropped down, breathing stopped and he was dead. Xaviera sighed relieved, only for her to freeze as his gaze slowly moved to her form.

His eyes, the usual icy blue were almost black, pupils blown wide and lips pulled into a snarl, canines on display, exactly like a very dangerous wolf. Xaviera had encountered this look many times in her life on animals, but never on humans. She swallowed down, knowing not to make harsh or fast moves, it might trigger him and God knows what will happen.

Running would be the most foolish thing to do, so she just sat there in the snow, making herself as invisible as possible.

After what seemed like forever, he turned his predatory gaze from her to the dead poacher and Xaviera watched as he dragged the corpse into the forest, disappearing.

She couldn't believe what she just saw. Slowly, she got up, groaning a little as she stumbled, catching herself on the side of the truck. Her ankle wasn't broken, but it stung a bit. With a sigh, she began to walk towards her cottage, getting her sniper rifle, arrows and backpack first.

At the time she reached the cottage, it was close darkening. She left her weapons down, then quickly started the fire; it was freezing inside. She watched as the flames took form, rubbing her cold hands in front of the fireplace.

Getting her jacket off after it was warm inside, the rest of her clothes followed to get clean and warm ones. She pulled on a big black shirt and she groaned as she felt blood drip down the side of her face.

She got her first aid-kit, starting to treat her wounds. They were nothing serious, but it sure wasn't good to leave them like this. She hissed as she cleaned the wound on her temple, glad that she wouldn't need to be stitched. Looking in the mirror, she noticed how under her felt eye blue and purple color started to form.

She was glad that the poacher hadn't broken her ribs, that's the last thing she needed in times like this.

She cursed under her breath, feeling so stupid that she was so reckless. It almost costed her life, but she was glad that the snow leopard was free; at last, she achieved the goal of the mission. She wondered where Andrei was. He still hadn't come and it was almost midnight.

Xaviera knew he was a hard knucklehead and could take care of himself, but not with wild animals with 5 inches of canines and jaws that can crush bones.

The white-haired woman closed her eyes as she felt the heat of the flames lick her naked legs, wrapping her arms around herself only to smell a faint tint of tobacco. Blue eyes looked down at herself and she blushed.

She must have gotten one of the Russian's shirts in her dizzy haste to change clothes. Getting up from the couch, she was ready to pull it off, only for the loud bang on the front entrance door to meet her ears.

The woman looked in said direction, feeling a gust of very cold wind brush her bare legs, making her shiver slightly.

"Andrei?" Xaviera asked, ready to take a step forward, only to freeze like a deer in the headlights at the man in the doorway.

Scarlet blood dripped down his arms and hands, eyes looking like that of a primal beast ready to tear flesh and muscles with his canines. A deep and scary growl meet her ears and she swallowed down, feeling her heartbeat in her throat.

She had seen something like this before, only......It was an animal, a big black wolf. It was during a trip in the forest at night and she saw the scene. The black animals' jaws around the deer's neck, ripping the artery and throat off.

Xaviera couldn't help, but the first time she truly felt like prey; the one that is being hunted down.

CLIFFHANGER.......

#Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei Kulokova #Andrei x Xaviera #Slasher OCs #Killer OCs #story time #Original characters

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My World: Part 1 ( Tanjiro Kamado x Reader )

(a/n: hello! “my world” is a mini two part series! this was inspired after listening to some of my favorite opm songs on repeat lol. part 2 will be coming soon! hope you all enjoy!)

Part 1 I 2 I 3

Total words: 3937 words

Genre: Fluff

No manga spoilers

!!Slight mentions of Blood and Death!!

You've never really considered the possibility of true love coming to you all your life.

Growing up in a demon-infested world, life seemed to be fond of throwing you into hardships and struggle. Sure, some may argue that what breaks us makes us even stronger. However, every time you came face to face with a demon, all the horrors of the world would slap you in the face.

Life was rough, to be frank. Losing your family, the agony of training to death, and the endless amount of missions that never seemed to end. All this has taken a huge toll on you, as you become even more frustrated the longer you fight.

Even in the midst of those moments of uncertainty, you've seen rays of sunlight peeking through the dark and gloomy clouds. The way you watched children play around every time you visit a new location, the way laughter and joy was abundant despite the ever-growing threat, or even the way some people would cling to you to sing praises of gratitude after being rescued from a demon would always warm your heart.

These little bits of happiness can bring just the smallest of smiles to your face, and you were secretly hoping that maybe soon, you will also be happy and enjoy the warmth of love that would've had surrounded you without a care in the world.

But you could only hope, only dream. You can't stop fighting for even just a second.

Not when your life is still in the hands of danger. Not when there's a likelihood of a horrible and painful death looming over you.

You're not going to stop until you have avenged your family and the numerous deaths that Muzan Kibutsuji has inflicted upon humanity.

You've never really considered the possibility of true love coming to you all your life, but that seemed to have changed when you finally met him.

Tanjiro Kamado is a peculiar boy.

The first time you met him, you were sent on a mission at Mt. Natagumo with several other slayers. You were in a rough shape, after seeing how your comrades were turned against each other and were ruthlessly murdered in front of your very eyes. You couldn't move after being badly injured from a rouge katana stabbing you somewhere in your body. Pain and suffering was the only thing you could feel in that moment, and it seemed like your life had flashed before your eyes.

Minutes later, in front of you, a glimpse of a green and black checkered haori appeared. A boy wearing hanafuda-like earrings that seemed to twinkle and reflect the rays of moonlight with every slightest movement. He had Burgundy locks, which seemed to be swaying from the cool breeze, a red scar adorning his forehead, and a dashing pair of crimson eyes that gazed at you with such concern.

The powerful emotion directed towards you seemed to have left you breathless. The next thing you know, you've been taken away to a safe location where no one could hurt you.

"Stay here, okay? Don't move too much or you'll get even more hurt." His voice trailed off, holding you so delicately, as though you were about to fall apart at any moment. He looked worried, his nose wrinkled, and his lips was in a hard line when he saw how much you were in a horrible state. Then, looking at you, he smiled softly.

"I'm going to go now and find help, okay?" You could only nod and stare helplessly as he stood up and ran, presumably trying to find help.

And then, everything went dark.

You were in the Butterfly Estate's Ward the next time you saw him. Miraculously, as you were lying motionlessly in your safe position, the Kakushi came and got you all patched up. You were then taken to the Butterfly Estate to heal and rest.

But it seemed that recovery itself was a challenge.

You had a hard time sleeping, because a certain blonde-haired boy, whom you later learned to be named Zenitsu, kept screaming and whining to the poor girls who had given his medicine. Apparently, he was almost turned into a spider and the medicine was supposed to help him go back to his regular form.

"I GOTTA TAKE THIS FIVE TIMES? A DAY?! AND I HAVE TO KEEP TAKING THIS MEDICINE FOR THREE MONTHS??! IF I TAKE THIS, I CAN'T EAT ANYTHING YOU KNOW! I MEAN, IT'S REALLY BITTER! IT'S SUCH AN ORDEAL!!"

You could just stare in disappointment at the ceiling. Zenitsu's eyes exploded up in tears as he proceeded to have a tantrum, leaving the poor butterfly girl sweating in front of him, not knowing what to do. If you weren't hurt and just mainly having a bad time, you'd have already smacked the guy for his childish behavior.

Laying after an empty bed besides you, the boy with the boar-head, Inosuke, did not seem fazed at all. But then, you also discovered that the poor soul had his throat crushed by a demon. You could only assume that he was also beyond tired to even deal with Zenitsu's antics.

"SO, YOU MEAN MY ARMS AND LEGS WILL HEAL JUST BY TAKING MEDICINE? FOR REAL?! LISTEN, ARE THEY REALLY GONNA HEAL? TELL ME HOW THEY'RE GONNA BE HEALED!"

"Please stop shouting, will you?" The butterfly girl spoke out, attempting to calm the aggressive boy down.

After what seemed like an eternity of wails, Aoi and a pair of Kakushi came into the ward, one of them carrying a very familiar boy behind his back.

Your eyes widened when you saw the boy who rescued you calling out to Zenitsu. You didn't even hear Aoi scolding Zenitsu, who was whimpering and trembling in his bed sheets. Aoi left the ward annoyed with a huff, and you just stared at the kind boy as he was put down on the floor and went on to have a conversation with Zenitsu.

Judging from their discussion, Zenitsu and the other boy appeared to be friends. Zenitsu started to ramble about how mean Aoi was, and the Burgundy hairy boy realized how small his friend had become. You could just look away when the snot started to spill out of the rowdy blonde's nose.

However, as soon as you turned away, Crimson eyes found your exhausted body lying a few beds away, and his eyes gleamed as he remembered you as the slayer he had rescued the night before. He sighed in relief, because you were still alive even after all those injuries.

He observed your form, and he picked up the scent of exhaustion coming from you. Who wouldn't be? He wondered. He was just glad that he managed to save you in time, after seeing how countless slayers were murdering each other, he's just happy that he managed to save one more life.

But apart from fatigue, he couldn't help but pick up the scent of resentment and sadness surrounding you. He came to understand that your friends and comrades were all gone, not to mention that you may have lost all of your family, too. If there's someone who can understand you, it's him, because he's also lost his family and his sister became a demon.

After cleaning up, it was his mission to befriend you at all costs. He went into the ward and took the bed next to you and Inosuke. Per usual, Zenitsu was already bawling, and Inosuke continued to be in a sour mood.

You, on the other hand, could only look at the ceiling with a dark shadow cast on your face that the hanafuda-clad slayer could only assume to have been irritation caused by his blonde partner. As he claimed his bed, he turned and grinned softly towards you.

"Hello!" He greeted enthusiastically.

You get startled and pulled out of your thoughts of murder, as you tilt your head only to be greeted by the bright expression of the boy next to you.

Jesus, this boy could rival the sun with the warm and inviting aura he had.

"I'm glad you're all right! My name is Tanjiro Kamado, what's yours?" he introduced himself happily, leaving you speechless as to how friendly and cheerful this boy was.

"...[ Y / N ]. [ Y / N ] [ L / N ]." You manage to blurt out. Tanjiro's eyes sparkled, and his smile grew even more.

"EHHHH??! SO THE PRETTY GIRL CAN TALK! AND HERE I THOUGHT I'M NEVER GOING TO HEAR HER WONDERFUL VOICE!" Zenitsu cries out in excitement, laughing and waving about to himself as a vein started to pop out from your neck.

"SHUT UP, MONITSU! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" Inosuke yelled out, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Zenitsu's face, effectively shutting him up.

Tanjiro could only chuckle nervously, as Inosuke grumbled in irritation and Zenitsu muttering out little whines after Inosuke's outburst.

"We're sorry about that, they're always like that." Tanjiro explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Anyway, what a pretty name! It's nice to meet you, [ Y / N ]- san! I hope we can friends!" He exclaimed happily.

You flush at his words and looked down in embarrassment, but then, you paled when realization hit you like a brick.

You never thanked him for saving you.

You whip your head towards the boy, your brows knitted together in determination.

"I never thanked you for saving me, Kamado-san! I am deeply grateful for your generosity! I owe you my life!" you proclaimed and bowed your head, leaving Tanjiro raising his hands in reassurance.

"Oh no, it's fine! Really!" He sweats, "And you can call me Tanjiro, you know!"

After that encounter, you seemed to have grown closer to the trio. During your time in the ward, you spent much of your time talking and joking around. After a while, Inosuke became arrogant and wild, which you discovered was his "natural" self. Often his attempts to pick fights bugs you to no end, and it doesn't stop there as Zenitsu has been even more irritating ever since you first spoke to the Burgundy-haired boy.

"[ Mispronounced Name ]!! I DARE YOU TO FIGHT ME RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!"

"[ Y / N ]- chan~! You look pretty today!"

"COME ON AND LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN TRULY BEAT THE GREAT INOSUKE, [ Mispronounced Name ]!"

"[ Y / N ]-chan, Inosuke is being mean to me again, can you please comfort me?"

"Why are you looking at my face like that, [Mispronounced Name]?!"

"You would marry me, right [ Y / N ]-chan?!"

You pass. No thanks.

As days go by, you and Tanjiro would grow even closer, as your friendship with him continued to grow. He was a very open friend. He's also sweet, caring, charming, not to mention he worries about others before he could even think about himself!

"Inosuke, do you want to eat more? Here! Have some of my Tempura!"

"Zenitsu, please, stop crying! You're getting the poor girls into unnecessary trouble!"

"Oh, you wanted to me to accompany you to Shinobu-san, [ Y / N ]? Sure! I'll be with you all the way!"

God, does this boy do bring a big smile on you face.

He would also tell stories of adventures, describing each event with such vivid detail. You could only listen in awe as he proceeded to tell you how hard he trained in order to join the Demon Slayer Corps.

You gazed in silence as you observed the Tanjiro's calloused hands. He must have endured and suffered so much, maybe even more so than you did. The boy just remained there, a tiny smile on his face as he proceeded to show his hands for you.

You gulp, and averted your gaze from his hands to make eye contact with him.

"It must have been really hard, huh?" You whispered, the corners of your mouth pulled down as you stared at the boy, an unreadable emotion present in your eyes.

Tanjiro only chuckled as he pulled his hands back.

"Yeah, it was really tough. But come to think of it, my hands are proof of all the hard work I've put into being a Demon Slayer. Sure, sometimes I felt like dying and even giving up, but the fact that I've reached where I am now just gives me the confidence to go even further to help those in need. " He explained.

He lifts his hand and glances at it. His eyes were filled with determination as he recalled why he had become a Demon Slayer in the first place. Confidence overtook his expression when he broke his eyes from his palm and smiled at you.

"My hands are a reminder that I will never stop fighting for the safety of humans. I will always protect them, so that they can never witness the kind of horrors that we as demon slayers have to go through."

Your praised his sense of selflessness. In this life full of hardships, it was rare to find somebody as genuine and kind like Tanjiro. It was a trait that you admired wholeheartedly. With him, it seemed like your whole world would light up because of the sheer amount of positivity he would radiate.

It seemed, for a moment, that your dark and cruel world had taken a turn. In the blink of an eye, you've been welcomed with smiles and snippets of joy every time you interact with the boys. Your laughter became more frequent, not a dull hour would pass by, as you would find yourself becoming more fond of the crimson-eyed slayer.

You'd get to learn more about Tanjiro and his history later on. The boy's face would always light up by the mention of his family, and he would still be fond telling stories of his memories of the time they were still alive. The guy's got five siblings! 5!

Now, you truly understood how much patience the boy had with his two companions. Hearing him talking about his family gave you a sad sense of longing, and soon enough, you also opened up to him about how you, too, had a family, and that they were also killed by demons.

You told him stories, memories that just seemed like scattered visions located on a distant shore. You'd feel the sides of your mouth pulling up, your solemn [E / C] eyes showing a nostalgic light in them. Tanjiro would laugh every time you mentioned how much of a rucus your siblings were, would smile at you with delight as you mentioned your everyday life, and would nod in agreement as you recalled of your love-filled memories that happened a long time ago.

It was nice to know, though, that you had someone who could relate to your loss of family.

Speaking of family, you also had the opportunity to meet Nezuko, the little demon sister of Tanjiro. You have to confess that the thought of a demon battling alongside a demon slayer made you laugh at first. There was a reason why you became a demon slayer, and that is to slay any demon you meet in order to protect human beings.

You've been in conflict with the situation for the first few days of getting to know Nezuko. Your instincts were screaming at you to get a sword and just kill her then and there, but you also realized she wasn't like any other demons. If Oyakata-sama seemed to approve of her presence, then maybe you might come to accept her as well.

Tanjiro has taken note of your behavior towards Nezuko, but he can't blame you. Your family was killed by demons, so you had every right to be suspicious of Nezuko. He was grateful, however, that you took restraint and tried to accommodate her, despite his keen sense of smell telling him that you're more than ready to put an end to her demon life.

It seemed like Nezuko also wanted to be your friend. During the nights where you can't sleep, you would always go to the rooftop and gaze at the starry sight above. Not long after you arrive, the demon girl would find you and she would sit beside you, accompanying you the whole time.

The first few times, you were tense towards her. As much as you respect Tanjiro and Oyakata-sama's wishes, her status as a demon still bothered you to no end. Nevertheless, you would just let her accompany her because you knew that she had no malicious intent towards you. She seemed to understand your conflicted feelings towards her, as she would just sit and stare at the sky the entire time the two of you would sit at the roof, never once trying to force you to interact with her.

However, one interaction made you view Nezuko in a whole different light.

You wake up in the middle of the night, whimpering, soaked in cold sweat. You've had another nightmare, a vivid flashback of your mangled family dead in your old home. You sighed softly, and you looked around the ward to see the trio still sleeping soundly. A few minutes pass, and you realized you couldn't fall asleep again right away.

You got out of bed stealthily, and you went to your sanctuary, where you would eventually meet the demon girl again for the hundredth time.

You sat down on the edge dejectedly when you arrived. You've had this same kind of nightmare too many times, but the sight of your family lying helplessly dead in their blood pool always gets to you. Your lower lip quivers, brows buried together as you try to fight back the tears threatening to spill out. You cover your face as you try to calm yourself down, but a hand pats your back to console you.

You're shaking when you turn your head and come face to face with Nezuko. Sadness clouded her eyes, little "mmhm"s coming out of her bamboo muzzle, as if she was trying to say it was all right;

"You're going to be all right."

You looked at her, and wondered, how could a demon look so human? Her hand on your back proceeded to caress you in a circular motion, her eyes held so much compassion and kindness that you almost forgot she was a demon.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

You broke out crying, warm, thick tears falling from your eyes. You hiccuped and sniffled, already racked up with sobs. Nezuko didn't waste any time and embraced you, and you embraced back almost instantly. Your cries echoed in the night sky, and you're weeping so hard that your tears are staining Nezuko's kimono. But the girl never stopped, and she just remained there and comforted you the whole time.

Once you finally calmed down, you sat there for a little longer, gazing up at the night sky. Nezuko was still sitting beside you, just like what she did when she spent time with you on the roof. You pulled your eyes away from the stars, and you gazed at Nezuko. She stared at the tranquility of the stars above and was happy with it. You're sighing softly, now feeling foolish to have ever doubt the girl.

"Nezuko-chan?"

The demon averts her gaze from the sky, and looks at you, her head tilting to the side slightly. Her rose-colored eyes flickering with concern. You gulp, and shamely looked down.

"I'm sorry. For ever doubting you. I guess you really are something special, huh?" You apologized, a flush creeping up to your face as you looked down in embarrassment.

"Mmhm!" Nezuko just hummed, when you looked up to see that she was giving you a happy expression. She put her hand on top of your head and began to rub it in a reassuring manner. You could only just chuckle fondly at her actions.

When she pulled her hand back, it was your turn to pat on her head. Her eyes widened momentarily, before she let out a joyful noise, lifting both of her arms to victory. You chuckled at her adorable shenanigans as you continued to bond with the affectionate demon.

Little do you know, a pair of crimson red eyes gazed at both of you, watching you interact with Nezuko. Tanjiro felt a sense of satisfaction, seeing how much you seem to care for Nezuko now. But he couldn't help but feel a funny sensation in his chest. Seeing all of you happy and treating Nezuko like your own sister made him feel something.

He could only look in admiration as you laughed and played with Nezuko, his sister always happily reciprocating any little pleasant interaction you would have granted her. He smiled, seeing how happy you were and how you seemed to glow under the moonlight.

You looked absolutely beautiful.

Come to think about it, he grew rather fond of you these past few weeks. The way you would light up at a joke, the way you would scrunch up your face with irritation, and even the way where you would listen to him with such concentration when he's reminiscing about his family seemed to make him feel funny and warm all over. Your little actions and quirks had Tanjiro hooked, and with every little adorable action you do, it would make the burgundy-haired boy grow even fonder for you.

It also didn't help that when he found you at Mt. Natagumo, his initial thought was, well, that you looked very pretty. Although, he suppressed this thoughts towards you because, well, you were such in a rough state and he was beyond worried. It was not the time to be a Zenitsu when you were hurting so much!

Wait, pretty? Fondness? Affection???

Tanjiro looked away from the wonderful sight, and proceeded to run back to the ward. His face reddened and he put a hand on his chest. His heart was beating like crazy! He couldn't believe what he was feeling towards the [ H / C ]-haired girl!

As he arrived, he instantly covered his face with his blanket, trying to make sense of the warm, fuzzy feeling he would get every time he thought of you.

He couldn't help but think of your wonderful smile. God, how much he had grown to love your smile! And the way your eyes would flutter, the way you giggle at even the most ridiculous joke, and how you would just- ugh!

He could only cover his face with his hands in embarrassment as he proceeded to have sweet yet confusing thoughts about you. He felt he was going mad, and he's trying to make sense of his emotions towards you.

He realizes something in the midst of his breakdown. He recalls how the couples at Asakusa would intertwine with each other, how Kazumi cried out for his deceased fiance, and the memory of how his mother and father would look at each other with such devotion and tenderness while overlooking him and his siblings. The way all the couples portrayed themselves in his life reminded him of how he would think and feel about you.

He widened his eyes as a quick gasp escaped his lips. His face flushed more and more out from the revelation as he desperately tried to calm himself down from the intense surge of emotions overwhelming him.

And in that moment, it was clear.

That he, Tanjiro Kamado, now wished the whole world for [ Y / N ] [ L / N ].

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The Place Between Here And There - Chapter 10: ...And Happiness In Private Life(cont'd)

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I've finally updated the status of the fic to ABANDONED, I was going to do that way earlier but I didn't want to admit defeat, and then I just kind of forgot... Time really starts flying by as you get older, it totally doesn't feel like 2 years passed by^^' I'm still writing scenes for later on in the fic, and I've had the general outline of the story planned for a long time, but I haven't been able to write complete chapters for any of my projects for over a year now, it's very annoying. Anyway, this is the rest of chapter 9, not my best work but at least I like the part with Toris. He's noticed Ivan's small efforts of being nicer and wants to encourage them. Thanks for everyone who read this story and sorry for not being able to bring it to conclusion for all of you who were invested!

Ivan sent Fredya home until Wednesday – claiming it was so he could concentrate on work, but he was sure Fredya could tell he was just fretting about the upcoming meeting. Ivan was terrified Katyushka would get carried away, and that was closer to certainty rather than possibility, and then Fredya would walk out of his life. He had known from the start that the time would come sooner or later, but he had much hoped it would fall on the later end of the spectrum. This was a wholly different case from that of his first girlfriend - the one he had been with all of three days before Katyusha started talking about weddings. She had left him the next day, not surprisingly, and he hadn’t really cared one way or the other - she had been far too practical to occupy his thoughts when she wasn’t in sight. But if Fredya left as suddenly, and he was certainly impulsive enough to do so on the spot, then... Obviously it still wouldn’t be the end of the world,of course it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, losing a home for example would be far worse than losing a companion, it really wasn’t that big of an issue when you thought about it – there was no reason to lose what little will to live Ivan had left over something that insignificant. No reason.

So Ivan would not worry about it – he slammed the door on the thought, and worked hard to put all his concentration on his notes. He had not yet studied Rogers enough, his files on the computer had sat abandoned for too long. Opening his folder, going over the routes again, verifying time codes, Ivan fell to a comfortable, familiar routine, cup of tea beside him growing cold. Rogers didn’t have much of a routine, which made observing him a challenge and data collecting a thrill. At least this was an activity that Ivan could still lose himself in despite whatever non-turmoil was boiling in his gut. Comparing coordinates, discovering overlaps, identifying patterns, data was something Ivan was good at. Data had no emotions, so it was easy to handle. Data didn’t mind his extracurriculars, didn’t judge him for his jealousy, didn’t snoop into his past. Though it also didn’t text him at 3 am to tell him about a silly dream it had. Even less it cared about whether he was coming home for the night or not. It not wanting to watch brainless, cliched superhero should have been a positive, but in the dark, the brain gets sentimental. Ivan suddenly wished he had a file on Fredya. Ivan certainly had enough data on him, though so far it was all in his brain and a few lines in his notebooks. One photo on his phone, a selfie Fredya had sent some weeks ago. It was taken with one of those filter things, Ivan wasn’t familiar with the apps so he couldn’t tell if it was instagram or snappychat or whatever others there were. Fredya had cartoon glasses on his nose, on top of his real-life glasses. He was doing a victory sign, and there was a badly drawn pink heart floating in the lower left corner, not anchored into anything. The composition of the photo was bad. A large dead space occupied the top left, a pile of dirty clothes was poking into the frame from the bottom right. The lighting was scarcely better, the only diffuser was the dust inside the light fixture. Fredya’s artistic ability was nil, though he did make for an attractive subject, harsh shadows and all. It would be nice to have proper photo of him, before he got out of reach. With a reference to guide him, it might be possible. Ivan quickly scanned his bedroom for inspiration.

Perhaps it was too much effort for 2 a.m., but Ivan rather liked the end result. The handful of stars drawn on the wall to form a suggestion of a halo – however wrong it looked on Ivan – and hands posed to form a heart on the chest, and some minor lighting adjustments on photoshop, he thought it near perfectly captured how Ivan saw Fredya. Bright, innocent, center of the universe, unashamed of his affections. Fredya wouldn’t put as much effort in to it, even if he did take his own version of the photo as Ivan had requested, but that was also good. It wasn’t in Fredya’s nature to try too hard at something he didn’t feel like understanding - such as art other than of the moving pictures variety. Together, the photos formed a piece – the fantasy and the reality. It was a commentary on expectations. Fredya may or may not look at the photo when he inevitably got up to go the bathroom sometime soon, but he wouldn’t take his own until afternoon if ever, so Ivan finally went to bed. He only had a few hours before his shift started.

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Fredya had sent an emoji Ivan didn’t understand the meaning as response to the photo, followed by hearts and something that seemed to be an abbreviation, Ivan didn’t research the meaning. It likely wasn’t important. Ivan got coffees for everyone again, and Amanda gave him a incredulous look. It was getting suspicious, Ivan acting nice. He should dial down on the social interactions for the next few days. It would be good practice for when Fredya left him, anyway. “Oh, thank you for going through the trouble”, Toris commented smiling. Ivan studied the smile, trying to map out proportions and gauge timings, but again he failed to replicate the gesture. It kept coming out as sarcastic. He would prefer if both would just shut up and their coffees without scrutinizing his intentions. Let a man act civil to fellow humans beings in peace. “If everyone is done sitting around, we need someone to go interview Fowler’s parishioners.” Predictably, Amanda volunteered for the task. That left Ivan and Toris at the office, reading through statements, comparing alibis and viewing security footage, the same draining and pointless sinkhole of never-ending choppy black-and-white footage that glared a print of the screen in your soul, so that in the end when you lost everything else to dementia and cataracts, you would still see that stinging bright rectangle staring you in the eye, smirking gleefully, taking pleasure in removing everything one used to take joy in, and replacing itself in place of loved ones. That metaphor ran a little wild at the end, there. In all fairness, it could be intriguing work when results could reasonably be expected, but everyone and their mother knew the only thing learned from these particular ones would be just how much time were wasting on them. Even Toris, being his professional self, couldn’t resist glancing at the clock every few minutes. He would of course try to make it inconspicuous, just letting his eyes dart to his wrist and back again, but it was noticeable enough when one was more concentrated on the coworker than the work. It came to Ivan’s mind that perhaps this was another aspect of Toris he should try to simulate, rather than keep studying, his work ethic was excellent. Surely that was something most people would approve of. And Fredya did often complain Ivan was rather lackadaisical about his work, he would appreciate the effort. “How do stay so focused?” he asked sincerely. It was admirable, really, how Toris could throw himself at something so tedious. Toris blinked at him in confusion, probably surprised to see his colleague who was supposed to working beside him blatantly ignoring said work. “I’ve practiced it for years, there’s really no easy trick for it.” “Ah. Shame.” “I find that meditating regularly helps. And a good diet.” Well, that was already two things Ivan would not be trying out. “I could send you some articles if you’d like.” “You should spend your free time on yourself. You work too much.” Ivan went idly back to his files, not really feeling like working, but deciding to at least give it a shot, but feeling Toris’ curious eyes still fixed on him was too much of a distraction. After several seconds of silence he couldn’t take it anymore. “Yes?” “Thank you. That was considerate of you.” Ivan didn’t know how to answer that. It had been such a banal thing to say. Not warranting any response, really. Just a stock phrase, however true of some people and situations - such as this particular specimen. Toris must have heard the exact same statement hundreds of times in his life, knowing that he had an actual social circle who cared for him. Ivan was outside that circle, and people rarely care for the things outsiders say in matters like these - surely Toris should feel nothing particular about anything Ivan said. There was no need for him to smile like that, it was just embarrassing for a grown man to get so giddy about faint praise. Ivan scoffed and went back to his work.

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U maek a habot of drawning on walls huh Outside of his brief childhood, Ivan had only ever drawn on walls three times - once in a drunk, misguided bout of creative frenzy, once to write his number on an intriguing man’s wall to annoy him, and once in an attempt to save a relic of happier times for the future. Mostly when you are involved, it seems. Perhaps you are my muse for wall-related artistry It had been a while since Ivan had drawn a portrait, but now might be the time to dust off that skill set. Ivan considered himself more of a photographer, but there was also something appealing about creating from scratch. Although... he would need to keep the portrait hidden, it would raise questions and pity later on. Ivan wished he was better at abstraction, that way it wouldn’t look like Fredya to anyone else, but his mind seemed to be too observational for it. It could only make sense of things that connected together in realistic ways, it couldn’t create anything out of feelings alone. Perhaps he simply didn’t have enough of them for that kind of art. The dinner with Fredya and his sisters was a few hours away, but Ivan was already nervously ironing his clothes. He once again pleaded Katyusha to control her romantic impulses, and of course she promised, but Ivan knew that meant little. She had very bad self-control. Tasha’s picking me up, we’ll meet you there Natasha was coming? Nataliya was coming?! Fuck - what was she - this was bad news - why hadn’t she said - oh god, forget about Katyusha ruining everything if Nataliya Grigorova was coming! She never mentioned wanting to come along That sneaky little girl, she told me you said it was okay, haha He would not survive this night sober. He wanted to make a good impression. He did not want to be drunk when the only three people who mattered to him were all in the same room. He wanted to be fully conscious, to enjoy an outing with his family while being fully genuine, not just sedated into calmness. But lord knew he would not survive the night sober.

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Remembering the fit Fredya had thrown the last time Ivan had driven not-strictly-drunk-but-also-not-sober, he was glad that they had arranged beforehand for Fredya to pick him up. Because he was observant in the most inconvenient ways, Ivan had been sure Fredya would notice something was off, maybe a smell or the slow movements to counteract the unsteady hand-to-eye-coordination, but fortunately he was too stoked about meeting Ivan’s sisters again, officially, to notice Ivan’s oddly calm demeanor. He babbled excitedly the whole way there, and was halfway across the street before Ivan had even fully exited the car. “Come on you snail! They’re gonna think we ditched them!” “It’s only a few minutes away, you can afford to slow down”, Ivan chuckled. Fredya was so adorably excited, he resembled a puppy on a walk. “Being overeager is as bad as being late.” “Beg to disagree! Pick up the pace slowpoke!” Fredya sped up ahead, Ivan kept his leisurely pace. He missed the re-introductions, but it seemed like he hadn’t been needed for those at all - Fredya and Katyushka already looked like old friends, while Tasha regarded him with a haughty look, but nary a nasty word. She raised an eyebrow at Ivan, as if saying really, you chose this clown over me?, and he simply smiled pleasantly at her. As they waited for their food to arrive, Fredya and Katyushka were unsurprisingly the only ones to hold up conversation. They had found a common ground in Star Trek - in that Katyusha had heard a lot about it, but had never watched an episode and was interested, and Fredya was an expert in all the series and films and liked talking about them. They went through the pacifistic ideas on the original series and how it sometimes contradicted itself on it, analyzing the casting choices for the remakes, some more things that Ivan had no interest in. When their plates were brought, the were in the midst of trying to speak klingon - the attempts of both of them were saddeningly hilarious. Or perhaps they were both surprisingly accurate. Ivan had no way of knowing, the franchise being something he had never taken an interest in. Of course he liked space, but he was more fact-oriented than a fan of fanciful fiction. “You seem so young, it’s almost like you’re still in college”, Katyusha giggled, and Ivan could not agree more. The youthful energy Fredya exuded was refreshing, at least most of the time. “Never went to college, I went straight to work from high school”, Fredya explained, crumbs flying. That was the one habit that Ivan never found charming in Fredya, it was just plain disgusting. Tasha made a small chortle of contempt that passed Fredya by. “Our brother is a very intelligent man”, Tasha commented sharply, and Ivan knew exactly what she was going for – he had come to the same conclusion, himself. And truthfully, neither of them had been wrong - Fredya really was stupid. “Oh, tell me about it”, the insulted man chuckled, not understanding what was being implied. Ivan would have liked being able to defend Fredya, but the thing was that Fredya was not intelligent – intellectually or socially, and attempting to claim otherwise would have been pointless. He might have been considered smart in some useless areas, such as entertainment trivia, but faint praise is just as damning as admitting faults. Trivia! There was the opening Fredya needed to impress Tasha! “He has a master’s degree in movie trivia and celebrity gossip, if nothing else. Just give an actor’s name and he will tell you every movie they have ever been in.” “And not just that! I can also tell which year each movie came out!” Fredya exclaimed proudly. Ivan started with an easy one - Tom Cruise. Tasha did look reluctantly impressed as the titles and dates kept on coming, but refused to admit defeat. She tried her favorite actor, someone much more obscure. “Ken Foree?” “Hmm… The midnight man, 2017… Rift, dark side of the moon 2016, Cut slash pri- no wait, I think he was in Divine tragedies, 2015, Cut slash print 2012 –“ However, since

Tasha’s obsession with her brother refused to give way to respect for her perceived enemy, she realized that to claim victory she could simply ask about any non-American film star. “Anastasia Zavorotnyuk.” “Anastasia who?” Of course he pronounced the name the American way, but Ivan was still mildly impressed he could tell Анастасия and Anastasia were the same name. “Zavorotnyuk.” Tasha allowed herself a malevolent smirk as Fredya racked his brain for the name in vain. “A true expert wouldn’t limit himself only to Hollywood”, Tasha hmphed in triumphant malice, believing to have proved her superiority over him once and for all, despite not showing an ability to counter his. It seemed the point had only been to prove Fredya was not omniscient. In Ivan’s eyes, it was enough to be merely well-versed. “He does hate subtitles to the point where I thought he might be illiterate”, Ivan joked. “Hey, at least I speak the language of the country I live in!” “Verily, my darling, thou speakest with the most biting of tongues. Shakespeare himself would envy your prowess.” “The guy lived like hundreds of years ago, who gives a shit? Ivan Drago was famous in the 80’s.” “Ivan can sound almost native when he tries”, Katyusha said, trying to diffuse the argument, not knowing the workings of their relationship well enough to tell it was all said in jest. “I haven’t tried in years, I doubt I could anymore”, Ivan thought. He had tried training his accent away in high school, so he would sound less foreign in job interviews. Having a foreign name was bad enough in an application. He had never achieved a smooth, natural accent, he had to concentrate very hard which caused the words to come out very slowly and robotically, and still there was always a hint of foreign phonemes. Combined with his attempts to deepen his voice – an incredibly embarrassing failure on its own – had made him cringe, even back then. Tasha had encouraged him, of course, because in her mind anything and everything her dear brother did was the right decision. Excluding taking romantic interest in someone other than her, of course.

The rest of the evening went by in much the same fashion. Fredya and Katyusha got along swimmingly, Tasha made snide remarks about Fredya, Ivan defended him in mean ways, Fredya played along. It was all very pleasant. Finally the staff started dropping hints that it was time to vacate the table, so they got up and parted ways. Katyusya was enchanted enough to not wait long enough to be out of earshot before starting to gush about her baby brother’s relationship, which made for a perfect opening for eavesdropping. “Don’t you think Vanechka looks so much happier than usual?” Katyusya said, nearly clapping her hands in excitement. “Idiocy might be contagious”, Tashenka grumbled in response. “I never imagined he’d go for that type, but I guess it goes to show opposites really do attract!” Katyushka squeed. “It’s only for the moment. That American moron will start getting on Vanya’s nerves soon”, Tashenka claimed, not sounding too confident herself. Ivan had expected that to happen as well, in the beginning. “I hope he won’t, I think Alfred is good for Vanechka. He’s come out of his shell.” What did she mean by that? As far as Ivan was aware, he had never been shy around his sisters. Or other people, for that matter. “What’re you frowning about?” Fredya asked. “I’m eavesdropping. Katyusha likes you, and Natasha doesn’t despise you.” “Well that’s good news isn’t it?” Fredya smiled, and tried to hear the women. “Man, you got great hearing. I can’t hear them at all.” Yes, it did take some practice to achieve Ivan’s level of spying on other people’s conversations. And by then they had gotten far enough that Ivan couldn’t hear then anymore either, actually. “Your eardrums must be damaged from the all screeching you do.” “You’re walking home, asshole.”

Tasha + Katyushka = affectionate nicknames for Nataliya and Yekaterina. Tashenka + Katyusya = one level more intimate. Ivan is being drunk and sentimental so at the end of the evening, the way he feels about his sisters is something like most people do when seeing tiny kittens. Thanks again for reading! Maybe in like 10 years so I'll add a final "chapter" describing the rest of the plot, but I know myself and won't make any promises. I have some more snippets on the masterpost if anyone wants to frustrate themselves with a story that will never be finished.

#hereandthere #fan fiction #hetalia #RusAme #AmeRus #russiaxamerica #linssifanfiction #WIPtale

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Blood Promise [ Chapter 5]

Vampire Baekhyun AU

Pairing; Twin Baekhyun/BaekBaëk/ Alana

Genre; vampire/ fantasy AU

Warnings; angst, intense language, name calling, mentions of blood, SMUT!!

Word Count: 7252 Prologue

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

{~Vampires falling in love with humans was forbidden. That is until 18-year-old Alana Davis moves to town and attends the new boarding school; Hallows Boarding School. Unaware that vampires exist and that the school is home to both Vampires and humans. On one late night Alana stumbles upon two brooding and mysterious twin brothers, but little did she know they would soon change her life. Will it be for the worse or the better?~}

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Previously

Wrapping the scarf around his bleeding shoulder Baëkhyun’s breath hitting your face as he watched me tie it while Baekhyun watched you help his brother. “Just keep pressing on it. It should help stop the bleeding for a little while to last you a little longer. I’m sorry this happened to you.” You rambled on as you tended to him. “If having to erase my memories from having met you guys to save your life I completely understand.” A tear rolls down my cheek yet again. Never in my life have I cried this much. It just seemed that I couldn’t stop crying over these two men that I had just met three weeks ago. Unable to control himself Baëkhyun takes his uninjured arm and slowly wipes the tear from falling down my cheek.

Looking him in the eyes from his sudden unexpected actions I finish up tying the scarf around his shoulder and move away from the close proximity of his face he muttered a quiet “Thanks” as I stared into his usual cold eyes, but this time they were no longer cold his eyes had a hint of appreciation in them and at this I gave him a small smile blushing looking down trying to hide it from their field of vison when suddenly I heard a menacing growl coming from my uncle pushing Baekhyun to the side causing him to hit a wall hard on falling to the ground. Baekhyun grunts looking up I yelp when he grabs me by my coat collar pulling me up to my feet moving my hair to the side tilting my head to examining my neck that I had forgotten Baekhyun had left a hickey there the other day.

“You let them do this to you.” He stared his hands coming around to grip my throat as he began to choke me lifting my feet off the ground. “

You are more like your aunt then I had ever imagined. I didn’t expect you to give into them so easily.”

“You are just as much of a filthy whore as she was”

I struggled in his grasp feet dangling in the air as I tried to fight for my freedom his grasp around my throat getting tighter every passing minute continuing to choke me. I begged him to stop tears running down my face. I looked a mess right now. My hair was everywhere. My uniform had small rips in places. Was this how I was going to die I thought? By the hands of my own uncle. Slowly feeling my eyes begin to close I start to see black you.

Who’s mark is this?” He asked, but I was unable to reply as I could speak.

“I will not have a vampire’s whore for a niece” He continued. Now choking and coughing.

“P-please u-uncle I c-can’t breathe”

“Maybe I should do the same as I did with your aunt hm?”

Starting to finally lose conscious I began to resist the urge to fight for my life. I then black out but not before hearing a faint, but husky voice in the background.

“LET HER GO”

and just like that you had blacked out......

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Present Day

Groaning I begin to feel myself waking up from my slumber. My eyes opening and closing. Finally, having opened my eyes completely staring up into the ceiling taking in my surroundings I notice that I’m not in my bedroom. I was in a dark room the only source of light coming from a dimly lit red light coming from the lamp near the end corner of the room. I start to panic as I begin to remember what happened just before I had blacked out. My uncle had me by the throat, and he was choking me to death. Tears started to well up in my eyes again. My heart beginning to ache. Looking over at the nightstand by your side the time read 3 am. How long have I been out, and where the hell I am I ? and who’s bed am I currently laying in right now. Slowly adjusting myself and eventually sitting up on the bed. The bed was facing towards a long glass mirror and in the reflection I let out a small gasp when I saw someone’s shadow form through the mirror sitting on a black leather chair. His legs were crossed both arms resting on the armrest of the chair as he stared at me through the mirror analyzing my every reaction waiting for me to wake up. Realizing I had noticed him the male uncrossed his legs and now bent over on the leather chair, his feet touching the ground as he stared down at the ground his hands joining into a fist.

Upon realizing who’s room I was in now my heart began to race in my chest again. I was in Baëkhyun’s room. How is he still alive I wonder. Last I remember before blacking out was him in a near death situation. Also, what had happened with Baekhyun? Was he okay? Why did he bring me here? Is he going to hurt me? All these thoughts started consuming my mind and they wouldn’t stop until a low groan left his lips silencing my thoughts.

“Took you long enough to wake up.”

“You know how much you talk in your sleep”

He spoke his voice deep husky voice filling up the entire room make you tense up.

“You human’s think too much. It makes my head hurt” He began, an irritated tone laced in his voice. At his words my mind wandered back to when I was crouched down on my knee’s tending to his injured shoulder which seemed perfectly fine now that I looked at him through the glass mirror and just cried over seeing him in pain. I remembered feeling his hot breath fanning my face as he watched me with careful and curious eyes as he wrapped the scarf around his bleeding shoulder. I also remember his change of character when he caught a tear rolling down my cheek his thumb stroking my cheek and lightly swiping the tear away, as he muttered a low “Thanks”. My heart started to flutter at the thought. I remembered his change of emotion from his usual cold blue eyes. I also remembered my uncle asking Baekhyun to erase my memories from having ever met the both of them, but since I am currently sitting here now in Baëkhyun’s room able to remember every detail of what happened just a few hours ago I’m guessing he hadn’t done it after all.

Getting the courage to finally speak you ask “ W-where am I ? what happened how did I get here” I asked looking around his surprisingly nice room. His room followed the theme of what looked like a Victorian master bedroom. His king-sized bed that I was currently sitting on silky black covers draping over my frail body was all around black with hints of dark red around the headboard of the bed. His room walls were painted a dark golden-brown color, as there was a beautiful chandelier almost the same color as his bedroom walls only a little lighter that hung high up on the ceiling. His room possessed smooth brown wooden floor as you kept scanning his room I began to see more hints of red decorated around his room. Thinking that red might’ve been his favorite color, by the looks of his room which included a red sofa placed near the large window that was currently covered by black drapes, a red chair closely placed near the king-sized bed. I was in complete awe of the room that I had forgotten where I was exactly. His voice snapping through my thoughts making me aware again of where I was.

“What’s it look like human?” He said answering my question I had asked a few minutes ago.

“You’re in my room, and I obviously saved your life from being strangled to death. The least you could do is thank me for saving your life human.” He spat his voice assertive and straight to the point cause a shiver to run up my spine and my heart to beat even faster than it already was.

Finally standing up from his black leather chair placed in the corner of the room near what looked like a closet. Straightening himself out he began to walk towards where I was seated on upon his bed. “You look awfully comfortable on my bed human” he begins to say as he continues on “You also think a lot when you’re asleep human you know that?” he finished catching me of guard at how close he now was to me. Hovering over me on the bed arms crossed as he scanned my shaky form from head to toe before sitting down again, but this time on the red velvet chair that was placed not too far from his bed.

“ You’re safe though. Thanks to me and my brother” he said no sense of emotion in his expressions nor his voice. I didn’t know if I felt safe in his presence at the moment.

Breaking the silence, I ask him to explain what exactly happened after I blacked out.

Throwing his leg over his other leg resting on his knee as he started at me with those cold emotionless blue eyes that seemed to have resurfaced on his stupidly attractive face. Quickly giving him a one look glance, I noticed in the meantime while I was asleep he had managed to change his outfit. Used to seeing him in his usual leather attire. I had begun to think that all he owned in his closet was leather, leather, and more leather, but this time Baëkhyun was no longer wearing leather. Instead he was now wearing just a plain black long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up so that I was able to see his veiny arms making me shudder at the thought of what those arms strong arms could do to me if he really wanted, along with black pants and a nice pair of black shoes. His white hair framing his face falling over his face with a braid I hadn’t noticed before hanging over his shoulder, as that familiar silver chain once again rested over his nose and defined cheekbone. His sharp jawline and sinful red lips that had you licking your lips at the sight imagining what it would feel like to feel them pressed against my own set of lips. Unaware that I had been caught staring at him for a bit too long he snaps me out of my trance.

“ Can you not stare at me like that human?” He says rudely.

“ It makes me uncomfortable.” He says rolling his eyes.

Blushing from him catching me checking him out minutes ago I muster out a quick “I’m sorry” while looking down at my trembling fingers afraid to meet his piercing blue eyes that I could sense was staring straight at me.

Baëkhyun tilts his head to the side. Watching me fidget still oddly curious about me and why I wasn’t screaming for help and try to escape from him at this very moment. Any other sane human would be terrified and yet here she sat calmly on his bed.

“Are you not afraid?” Baëkhyun husky voice booms through the empty room.

Meeting his intimidating gaze, I stutter out “Huh?” I question him averting any possible way to look him in the eye unaware of what he meant by his question.

“Are you not afraid that I could hurt you?” He asks again slightly annoyed at having to repeat himself. This time a more demanding tone in his voice asking for your true answer. My heart caught in my throat. Palms beginning to sweat as your breathing began to become ragged. I didn’t want him to know that I was terrified of him at this very moment. I didn’t know what to expect to happen in the confines of his bedroom. If I tell him I am afraid of him he will getting a sense of satisfaction overhearing my answer, so I end up builded up some much courage and lied straight to his face.

“No, I’m not afraid of you” I said surprisingly calm without stuttering as I answered his question. Although the look on his face didn’t seem the least bit convinced of the answer I just gave him.

“You know…” He started shaking his head staring at you a low growl coming from his voice.

“One thing I hate with a passion are filthy liars” He said, your eyes widening in shock and fear.

Mustering up all the courage I had left I replied back to him.

“I’m telling the truth” trying to sound more convincing then the last time.

Baëkhyun now had a scow plastered all over his face. I slowly wished that I was seated in Baekhyun’s bed right at this very moment and not his jerk of brothers. At least he’s not as scary as Baëkhyun was so, you thought little did you know about the certain vampire’s darkest desires. Baëkhyun’s husky voice breaking me out of my thoughts once again.

“Come here…NOW!” He demanded. Gulping the saliva that had been building up in my throat as I started to shake my shoulders tensing up slightly at his angered voice.

“W-what?..” I made out.

“W-why? What are you going to do to me?” I asked him fear now laced in my voice telling him that at this moment I was in fact actually very afraid of him.

“Are you defying my orders human” He spit out. Pointing to the spot in front of where he sat on the chair an intimidating look on his face.

“Come here now”

“And DON’T make me repeat myself this time”

Deciding that it was better to listen to him and do what he says. I begin to make my way off his comfortable bed. Slowly throwing the silky black duvet covers off my body. Shivering due to the cold air from the room I look down at my body and realize I had been changed out of my school uniform remembering how it had been ruined. I was wearing what looked like a navy-blue silk night gown. Did he change me. Where did he get this from? At the thought of thinking about Baëkhyun looking at my body made me blush an indescribable feeling consuming me.

Nearing the edge of the bed Baëkhyun continued to watch me as I approached him the night gown riding up my thighs just a smidge enough for him to see more skin then he thought necessary. Shifting in his seat he continued to watch me. Pinching the bridge of his nose licking his lips hungrily as I became unaware of his heated gaze scanning down my body. Looking at me he takes his fingers and grazes his lips. The soles of my feet finally touching the cold surface of the floorboards I stood up straight. My night gown falling down my short frame leading past my mid-thigh, but still giving Baëkhyun a good display of them. Lowering my head and walking to finally stand in front of him I waited for his direction, or what he would do next. Tilting his head, he slowly stands up from his chair now hovering above me. Coming closer to me now so that I could feel his breath hitting my face. Still looking down at my feet feeling an intense aura around him. His woody scent filling my nostrils causing me to take an unintentional deep breath.

“Now as I was saying” He starts up again.

“I asked you a question and I need you to answer me.”

“I will say this one more time. The next time I won’t be so kind about it.” His eyes dark as he looked down at your petite form as you continued to avoid his gaze.

Taking my chin in his hand he tilts my head up to look him in the eyes

“Look at me when I talk to you” He goes on to say causing me to immediately listen to his wishes. His eyes lowering to my lips licking his lips quickly as he averted his gaze making his way to look back up my face again his piercing blue eyes causing my heart to beat frantically. You gasped at the look in his eyes. The emotions that clouded his usual cold eyes wasn’t there anymore but was replaced with a glint of something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The way he was staring at me squirm under his making me feel uneasy, but at the same time it had me clenching my thighs slightly together trying to subdue the aching feeling between them that I did not want to dwell on.

“Now…” he begins again his husky voice making goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“Are you afraid of me human? and don’t lie to me I can read your thoughts and sense your fear he says.”

“I can hear the sound of your beating heart meaning you are afraid, yet you are still here why?”

“I’m not afraid” you said again a bit more confident.

Leaning down to ear in my ear \ a shiver running down my spine as I felt his hot breath fanning the outer shell of my ear. His fingers wrapping around the base of my throat slightly squeezing my airway, but not completely that I couldn’t breathe. “I could drain you of your blood right now and nobody would be here to stop me. Not even my brother.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me” I say believing my words in some sort of way my eyes slightly squinting closed as I flinch when he drops his hold around my neck afraid of what he might do next.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t just hurt you.”

“I would kill you” His eyes shined with excitement as he looked at me now although deep down I couldn’t believe his words. If he truly wanted to kill me he would’ve done it by now.

Putting on a brave face and standing tall I look directly at him. Meeting his cold eyes before saying.

“Then why haven’t you?” I asked. Growling now his hands made its way back to grab my neck pushing my head to one side and yanking my hair to one side a bit roughly cause you to let out a strangled moan as he leaned back near my ear and whispered, his deep voice making you squirm under his grip. He chuckled right in my ear his breathing ghosting the side of my face.

“You must be an idiot” He begins

“ Challenging a powerful vampire like myself?”

“Do you know who you are talking to?” He asked his tone a bit harsh now.

“B-Baëkhyun” you answered him breathless as I whimpered as I felt his nose graze up my sensitive neck taking in my intoxicating scent stopping below my jawline and my jugular.

“That’s right.”

“And do you know what Baëkhyun does to stupid humans like yourself?” He rhetorically asks assuming I knew what he was hinting at gulping at his words as I shudder under his touch.

Whimpering he finally steps back from my neck. The grip around my throat also gone as he turned around leaving me in a daze as he sat back down in his chair in front of me.

A hint of a smirk on his face now uncrossing his legs. He plants both of his feet on the ground opening his legs wide adjusting his pants as he leaned back on the chair arms resting above him on the chair eyebrows slightly raised thinking about how he would handle me as he kept watching me squirmed under his excruciating gaze.

“Come a little closer now don’t act all scared now” at hearing this my feet moved on its own as if I wasn’t in control of my own body move closer towards him. I was on edge my body deceiving me as I let him tell me what to do. His posture and the look plastered on his face radiating so much dominance. Everything about this man made me want to submit to him and I had no clue why I felt this way over a murderous vampire.

Now standing in front of him as he looked me up and down I rolled my eyes

“What do you want from me?” I ask my voice unwavering.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me unless you want me to rip your pretty brown eyes out sweetheart.”

He says unfazed by his choice of words. Stiffening and apologizing to him he continues.

“I just want to talk.” He started up again.

“I realize that you and I didn’t start off on the greatest of terms” He said a sadistic smirk on his face.

“And I just wanted to thank you again…” He paused

“Thank me?” you asked confused.

“For what exactly?”

Throwing his head slightly back running his long and slender ringed fingers through his white hair he chuckled.

“For helping me yesterday of course.” He finished looking back up at you from where he sat a similar smug expression on his face as Baekhyun not like his usual self. Lowering my head once again trying to hide your now reddened cheeks from him. I didn’t him finding how much he already got under my skin want him, but it didn’t last long before he spoke again.

“I said look at me when I talk to you” He repeated a slight scowl displaying on his face again.

“S-sorry sir” I mumbled unable to control what fell past your lips. At the sounds of you calling him sir Baëkhyun stiffened his blue eyes clouded with a dark lustful expression a low growl emitting from his chest, his fangs threatening to come out from beneath his gums.

“What did you just call me?” He asks making me repeat what I had just called him.

“I-I said sorry sir” I repeated myself suddenly seeing a change of emotion in his eyes. What did I say wrong? I thought to myself unaware that Baëkhyun was turned on by me calling “Sir”

“Why?” He finally asked his chest rising and falling slowly breaking the awkward sexual tension between the both of us blurting out another series of questions.

“Why did you help me?” He continues.

“Don’t you see what I am?” He asks.

“ My brother and I have done nothing but torture you since the first day we laid eyes on you, yet you still went out of your way and helped me.” He said.

“You even cried. You humans are so weak with all your emotions.”

“So why?” He finishes.

Waiting for him to finish. Still staring straight at him afraid to look away so he wouldn’t get mad again from looking away from him I answer honestly.

“I don’t know” You started.

“You were screaming in agony.”

“You were hurting. I thought you were going to die.” You admitted

Clearing his throat, he speaks. “I would’ve healed. I’m a vampire remember?” He said flashing his two set of fangs coming out from underneath his gums reminding you of what he truly is. A creature of the night that prey on blood.

“My uncle had poisoned the blade when he stabbed you. I was just trying to help as much as I could.” I said my voice breaking as my resolve started to breakdown.

“It was a test.” He said and this caught me by surprise. Unexpecting this answer from him.

“A test?” I asked shocked. Had everything been a set up to see how I would react. I couldn’t believe it. They tricked me.

“Fucking vampires” I mumbled under my breath hoping he hadn’t heard me, but unfortunately his heightened senses and because of his supernatural powers he caught what I had said leading him to say what he said next.

“Watch that mouth of yours or I’ll put something in it that will make you shut right up.” He blurted out a sadistic smirk on full display on his face once again. Eyes widening catching his drift of what he meant by that my heartbeat pounding in my chest that I’m sure he could also sense.

“Was everything a test?” I asked him afraid of his answering. He smirked leaning forward on his chair hands resting on his knees his head tilting up just a little bit so that he was meeting my own gaze.

“Not everything of course.” He answered.

“The part where he killed his wife and ended up turning us into vampires for revenge on our father was all true unfortunately.” He said a look of sorrow on his face, but quickly vanishing before I could say something about his sudden saddened state. “We also didn’t plan on your uncle choking the living shit out of you after he saw the mark my brother left on your neck.” He said as his eyes darkened again at the mention of Baekhyun’s love bite that was still evident on my neck, but slowly fading now.

“The poison on the blade was a set up to trick me, but why?” I asked confused and hurt at this revelation.

“ Your uncle wanted to test you.”

“To see if you would act on your instincts and try to save one of us.” He continued on explaining the full story to me.

“Now unfortunately. It was poisoned, but nothing that only lasted a couple hours a small dosage of vervain. It weakens a vampire, but not to the point of killing them unless put in a house trapped full of the damn thing.”

“We also didn’t know which one of us would be the one getting stabbed.” He then looked down to the floor suddenly. “Your uncle talking about my father in such a disgusting way enraged me” he continued. “I didn’t know what he would say to you to cause us to react, and you fell right into his stupid trap, because of me I just couldn’t bare the cause of your death being my fault.” He said now looking back up at me meeting my curious eyes while listening to him speak. My heart pounding in my chest, as he told me the reason of saving me.

“Ans then you started blabbering and crying” He said.

“Why were you crying?” He asked again.

“Did you really think I was going to die?” He asked studying your reactions

“I don’t know why I started to cry.” Averting his eyes looking at the ground.

“I couldn’t control my own body.” I admitted.

“Before I knew it I was screaming and on my knees trying to help you.”

“I know this must sound crazy, but I had to do it okay.” I finished

“now can I please leave I’ve answered everything you need to know” I told him.

“You uncle was right” He smirked “You really are attracted to us aren’t you?” He said as I suddenly felt his rough, yet soft cold hands run up my right arm causing goosebumps to rise on my skin, and he sensed it. Not moving an inch as he ran his hands up my arm. “Please” I begged tears starting to well up in my eyes again. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oooh I’m not going to hurt you” He began. “Unless you want me to” he stated rather bluntly as he winked at you somehow blushing at his statement.

“I just wanted to figure out the reason why you chose to help me, so I can show my gratitude.” His sadistic yet charming smirk back on his face.

Rolling my eyes again unintentional “Well now you know” my tone slightly annoyed now at his teasing manner. He said in a mocking tone cocking an eyebrow up at you as he continued to stroke your arm taking my wrist in his palm turning it to face inwards as he pressed his soft lips on the vein of my wrist. A whimper escaping your lips.

“Baekhyun was right” He began to say.

“You really are a feisty one”

“It’s a good thing I asked him to let you sleep in my room tonight.” He smirked up at me.

“Afterall after what I went through I deserve it don’t you think?” He said his tone cocky now unlike his usual cold tone of voice.

Letting out a deep breath removing his hand from stroking my arm he leans back against his chair. Patting his right thigh, he asks.

“Come sit over here why won’t you?” He asked an excited glint in his eyes.

Still looking at him. His eyes watching me carefully as I approached him eventually sitting right on his thigh as he asked. Taking his teeth between his lips and biting his lips looking down at you sitting on him. His hand come to wrap around my waist pressing my back against his chest. My breath hitches at the feeling of his fingers grazing up underneath my night gown as his hands made way up my back trailing his fingers down to my covered ass sending tingles all over my body. He caressed my bum and suddenly groped it sending a slap to it causing me to yelp in surprise. Biting my lip trying to suppress a small moan to escape my lips. He sensed how arousal from where his hands touched, and he chuckled.

“You really are naughty.” He says catching me off guard at his choice of words.

“H-huh” you made out.

“Letting my fondling with your perky ass” He said biting down on his lip again his fangs visible to the naked eye.

Moving closer now to my ear his hot breath fanning the side of my face as I tried to look away from him. Embarrassed by the situation he had me in. Blowing down on my ear biting down and gently pulling it between his teeth the tip of his fangs grazing the outer part of my ear causing me to let out a surprising squeal. Pressing my legs together again I whimpered hoping it would help the throbbing from in between my legs to stop. Baëkhyun looking down senses the desperation and attention I craved from him.

“You want know something human” He begins whispering in my ear. Distracted from his voice in my ear I hadn’t realized his hand starting to moving up my inner thigh and that caused me to moan again at the feeling of his hands on me as he pushed up my night gown exposing my thighs to his liking. “How I want to leave fang marks all up your inner thighs” he says staring at your pale legs licking his lips hungrily.

“I know what you want little human.”

“I can read your mind” he says his husky voice making it worse on my part.

“I know your deepest DARKEST desire that you so willingly try to lock away in that pretty like head of yours.” He continues his hands going up my thigh more. Suddenly feeling him squeezing it sending a slap to my inner thigh I gasp a moan coming right after.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about” I say unable to concentrate when he begins to lean into my neck again. His other hand moving my hair to the other side of my face as he stares at the beating pulse on my neck that he so desperately craved to sink his teeth into. His hand tilting my head slightly to the side to better help him get a better angle to look at it. He slowly leans in and licks a strip up my sensitive neck causing me to gasp my hands gripping his arm roaming closer to my aching core where I so desperately needed him but didn’t want to give in as I try my hardest to pull his hand away. He then nips near below my jawline. Not enough to pierce through my sink, but enough to leave a little mark as he continued to tease me leaving me squirming on his thigh. My arousal making me feel uncomfortable as I began to slowly rock my hips on his thigh unconsciously needing to feel something down there.

Detaching his teeth from your neck he moves his lips to graze your ear again his husky voice causing you to go crazy. “What do we have here?” He asks in a mocking tone.

“Are you that desperate to get off that your humping my thighs” he teases.

“I can smell the arousal off of you. It’s intoxicating do you know that Alana” He says.

Him calling you by my first name and not “human” causing me to ride his thigh a little faster causing me to let out a couple moans as he looked down at my movements watching me get off on just his thigh. Slightly flexing the muscle of his thigh looking at me with a lustful stare I moan as I feel it press up to my now heated core.

“The urge I have right now to just sink my teeth into your pretty little neck and drink your blood. While I watch you ride my thigh is making my cock hard.

“It really drives a vampire like myself crazy you know that?” He asks again rhetorically knowing you wouldn’t answer to busy focusing on getting your release.

“but I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?” he chuckles.

“Man, I wish Baekhyun could see you like this.” He starts.

“So needy. Your uncle would kill me right now if he knew what I was letting you do right now.”

“Technically I was supposed to bring you to your dorm and never speak to you again.”

“Your ass of an uncle’s orders, but watching you wither like this over me. I don’t think I can do that.” He finishes

Cheeks flushed chest rising and falling. Eyes closed as he continued his teasing ministrations. Feeling your juices through the fabric of my underwear Baëkhyun senses it. A possessive growl emitting from his chest

“You’re so wet”

“Do you want me to help you with that?” He asks? Already knowing your answer.

“Please” I beg him unable to control myself anymore or my thoughts. All I could think about was the aching feeling of my core as I seeked for my release ,and you needed him to do something about it. You didn’t care what the cost might be in the future.

“Soo willing.”

“You really are a slut aren’t you” His hands now finding their way to my soaked underwear, as he begins to rub my clit slowly my juices coating the fabric. Suddenly pinching my clit making me jolt up letting out a strangled moan. Baëkhyun was now pressed up behind me his chin placed on my shoulder as he watched his fingers rub me through my underwear as I began to shake losing myself in the pleasure of his fingers as I laid my head back against his shoulder eyes screwed shut as he continued his ministrations.

“Fuck that’s so hot” He says lowering lips back onto my neck trailing down kisses as he nips on my skin here and there.

“I was going to make you beg a little more, but I think I’ll save that for another time” He stated

“Because watching you so willingly submit to me is just too tempting to resist.” Suddenly his hands made it’s was into my underwear and I cry out at the feeling of his hand cupping my sec letting out a whimper. The sensation of his cold rings causing me to moan as he slid his fingers between my wet slit before he curls his fingers inserting two slender fingers into me. Mouth forming into an “O” shape I gasp the feeling of his fingers pumping fast inside of you. All that’s heard in the room was the sound of my wet pussy as he plunged his fingers deep in and out and of me the sounds sinful.

“Fuck your clenching so tightly around my fingers.”

“Do you like that slut.”

“You like my fingers fucking your pretty little pussy.”

“You must cause your clenching around them.”

“I just want to taste you” He says as his fingers curl inside of you hitting a different angle inside of me that makes my toes curl.

“I won’t do it unless you ask me to” He says causing me to let out a moan in between sentences.

“Please Baëkhyun” I beg unaware of what I was asking for from him.

“What do you want?” He asks his hot breath fanning the shell of my ear as he thrusts his fingers into me now at a relentless pace that has me screaming his name.

“I want you…” I began but got get cut off again by another moan escaping past me.

“Fuck. Baekhyun would be so mad at me right now for touching you like this without him being around to see.” At that I immediately clenched around his fingers my orgasm so close as I feel felt him smirk against my neck.

“Oooh you like the thought of that don’t you.”

“You want him to see you like this?”

“All spread out”

“Legs wide open as your seated on my thigh while your greedy cunt takes my fingers” at that suddenly you feel him add a third finger into your now dripping wet pussy.

“Baëk- oOoh” I moaned out the squelching sounds of my pussy driving him wild.

“You going to cum all over my fingers slut?” he asks.

“Y-yes yes” you say in between screaming his name your back arching a little as you now began to ride his fingers. I never knew someone calling me such degrading names would turn me on as much as it was right at this moment with Baëkhyun whispering it in my ear.

“This is my show of appreciation to you Alana.”

“For attempting to save my poor life”

He says as I was so close to reaching my peak. I suddenly shivered as I felt him graze his sharp teeth against my shoulder.

“Next time I won’t be so nice to let you cum”

I moaned at that adjusting myself on his lap so this his fingers could reach deeper as I tilted my neck out to him so that he could do as he pleased with my body.

“Please” I begged again unsure of what I was begging for again.

“What do you want?” So close. I was on cloud nine at the pleasure I was receiving, but I still felt like i needed something else to help drive me to the edge of my orgasm.

“Please just bite me” I finally answered giving in to my desires of having his teething sinking into me.

“I want to feel you. Please I can’t hold on any longer.”

“You’ll regret you ever said that little human” He stated. Not giving me any time to rethink my answer as I felt him start to kiss an area around my shoulder prepping me for what was to come. His teeth grazing the area as he opened his mouth and suddenly sunk his teeth into my flesh and just like a jolt of electricity I felt his fangs sink in making me cum all over his fingers and he drank my blood. Moaning in between licking and sucking the blood from my shoulder. I began to convulse my legs shaking at the overstimulation of his fingers riding out my orgasm as his fangs were still embedded deep into me. Detaching his fangs from my shoulder he starts to kiss his way up my shoulder to my neck. Placing a kiss on the pulsing vein before he plunged his teeth yet again into me. I moaned at the sensation eyes closing as he marked my skin. Sensing that he had enough and that I had finished riding out my high he took his teeth from out my neck removing his fingers from inside me kissing my injured neck lightly licking it up and muttering a quick.

“My powers will reduce the pain from where my fangs had plunged into” He said

“Wow” I said eyes glazed as I stared at him. His lips covered with now with my blood as he licked it clean.

“Delicious” he said that sadistic smirk back on his face causing me to roll my eyes again.

“What did I say about rolling those eyes at me” He snapped and suddenly he was back to his old ways although a playful smirk displayed on his face this time.

“I could never have enough of that” He stated honestly.

Removing me from sitting on his lap making me stand back on my two feet. Sensing my weakened state from just having had my blood drank and just having a mind blown orgasm just from his fingers, he gets up he walks me to lay back down on his bed.

“You should get some rest.” He began the bed dipping a bit as he now sat at the edge of his bed. Tracing his fingers lightly around where his teeth had just been. Wincing at his touch.

“I drank more then I intended.” Giving him a reassuring smile that I was okay my eyes slowly started to close as I began to drift off to a peaceful sleep, as the vampire hovering above me continued to watch me drift off. Mumbling under his breath

“Baekhyun is going to kill me when he sees those” He smirks appreciating the marks he left on my neck and shoulder feeling proud of himself, and as if timing couldn’t have been better on his side Baekhyun pounded on the other side of the door.

“Baëkhyun what are you doing in there?”

“Why did I hear screaming?”

“Is the girl okay?” and with that Baëkhyun smiles looking down at her sleeping form looking back at the door and answering his brother on the other side.

“We are okay brother.”

“The little human was just having a little nightmare.” A sadistic smirk on his face as he noticed his brother falling for his lie, and just like that Baëkhyun walked towards his door turning the nob stepping out of his room, but not before glancing back at her leaving her to sleep alone in his bed as he is met with his brother who was pouting on the other side of his door arms crossed around his chest.

“Must’ve been some nightmare” Baekhyun says before they both walk down the hallway of the mansion.

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Since most of the votes were for the Modern AU, I bring to you, the spicy part so far of a college AU I’ve been writing off and on for a long time. I promise there’s more plot and emotional development before this... but I’m guessing y’all don’t care about that right now. XD Had to split it into 2 parts since it was long.

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Spitfire:

I'm not sure what woke me, exactly, but I was suddenly wide awake. Judging by the darkness, it was the middle of the night. My hands shifted restlessly under my pillow for a moment before I realized that I could feel someone watching me. Not the best feeling to wake up to in the middle of the night in your apartment alone... A soft noise, maybe a rustle of clothing, drew my attention and I nearly screamed. Standing near the window, the moon not quite reaching him, was Yash.

I had never seen him look so intimidating before. While nothing about him was outwardly antagonistic or aggressive, he loomed over me in a way he'd never done. “Yash?” I whispered. “What are you doing here?” I pulled the blanket in my hands closer, somehow feeling like it was protecting me from him. Despite the fact that he was hanging back in the shadows, I could easily see that it was him. No one else filled a room the way he did. No one made me fight a constant quiver in my knees the way he did. I wasn't even standing and I could feel my patellas twitching. He still hadn't responded to my question and it was making me even more nervous than I was already. How the hell had he gotten into my apartment? "Yash?" I tried again.

"I... had to see you," he murmured. There was a growling tone to his voice I was unfamiliar with. Was he sick? He stepped into the light from the window and I felt my head tilt in confusion of its own volition. He looked different somehow. The phrase “animal attraction” quickly came to mind and I found myself lowering the blanket and slipping from the bed. The wood floor was chilly under my toes, sending a shiver up through the soles of my feet. But as he drew closer, I realized the chill wasn't causing the shiver at all.

His eyes, usually a pale brown, absolutely glowed golden in the moonlight. His hair, which I had always considered blond was clearly a platinum silver. Most startling was the way his eye teeth seemed longer than was normal... or even slightly abnormal for a human being. I mean, mine were a little lengthy. I had repeatedly discovered this the hard way when I used to bite the inside of my lip in the same place consistently. Yash's were nearly deadly looking. He seemed to be breathing through his mouth deliberately and I couldn't tell why until he took a deep breath through his nose and winced. "Geez, do I smell bad?" I half-joked in a weak whisper. He barely reacted at first, closing his eyes. I didn't have time to react myself when he suddenly grabbed my arms, pulling me against his chest. "Are you alright?" I questioned him, when I really felt the question should have been going the other direction.

"I have never smelled something so delicious in my entire life." I froze at his words. Was he serious? Was he seriously playing some kind of prank on me? The whole sneaking into my apartment in the dead of night thing, the looming in the darkness and barely speaking, looking at me like he wanted to devour me... Was this supposed to be some sort of Halloween, vampire, scare the crap out of Kagome thing? If it was, it wasn't funny anymore.

"That's sweet, I suppose. You still haven't told me what you're doing here... in my room... in the middle of the night.

"Don't you feel it?" I gave him a blank look. "I'm drawn to you, Kagome. I know you're drawn to me." I couldn't deny that and he seemed to know what I wasn't saying. "You're it," he growled. I flinched and I heard what sounded like a whimper in response. "Don't be afraid of me, Kagome. I would never hurt you."

"I-I know that," I whispered uncertainly. I did know it, but I wasn't sure why he felt like he needed to tell me that. The reason came in the form of a rough kiss I most definitely hadn't expected. Despite the way I had felt about him for several years, never in a million years did I think he would ever return my feelings. But again, maybe he didn't and this was some strange prank. The way he was kissing me certainly didn't imply that he was joking. His lips were firm and insistent, urging me into kissing him back with equal enthusiasm. When his kiss changed from a firm but relatively chaste one to fierce and open-mouthed, I followed right along without a thought. His tongue traced mine carefully at first, then with more confidence when I didn't pull away.

I found myself reciprocating until I brushed one of those deadly looking incisors with my tongue and felt a sting of pain. So not just "deadly looking," actually dangerous. Yash flinched himself, clearly stunned by the taste of my blood in his mouth. It took him several moments to pull away, his tongue tracing his own teeth and then his lips. He seemed more focused than before, his eyes really taking me in. “Kagome? Shit, I'm sorry,” he growled, stepping back and switching on the floor lamp I had next to the armchair in the corner. The light made him look normal again, the same Yash I had known for years. I stood frozen, watching him, as he went to my bed, pulling the blanket I had been gripping earlier up and around my shoulders. “I shouldn't be here,” he told me. I started to protest but stopped when he spoke again. “But I can't leave now. I... I need to explain.”

“I should think so. How the hell did you get into my apartment?” I asked again. He looked sheepish before pointing to the window. I raised an eyebrow. “I live on the third floor Yash,” I said in a tone that attempted to remind him I was expecting a truthful explanation.

“It's a brick building. These help,” he muttered, slowly presenting me with fingers clad in blunt but very tough looking nails. Looking from his hands to his face, I frowned, taking one hand in my own to study it. The tips were not sharp, but certainly could do damage if applied properly. I'd always admired how strong his hands looked. Hands that could fix things, solve problems, protect things. The nails were real. It took me several moments to realize that they in fact grew like any normal fingernail, just thicker and tougher. I looked into his face again and saw the nervousness in his eyes. Why was he afraid of me? He was the one with the claws. As I stared, the way I had seen him in the moonlight seemed to become clearer, the way I usually saw him fading as I distinguished the features I normally didn't notice. The fangs were back and his eyes looked more like molten gold than light brown. Why had it never occurred to me that his eye color wasn't really normal? His hair, almost platinum blonde in my previous opinion, was clearly silver. The last thing I noticed was the pair of animal ears twitching in agitation on top of his head. I felt the stretch of shock on my face.

Yash's fingers gently curled around my wrist as my hands went numb and almost dropped from where they had been holding his. “Yash...” I whispered, completely baffled.

“Don't be afraid, Kagome. I won't hurt you,” he repeated. He seemed so sure that I was going to be afraid of him, that I was going to start screaming at any moment. Alright, maybe letting out a little scream had entered my mind for a moment, but it wasn't there now. I felt the shock slowly wear off to be replaced with faint wonder. “You needed to know the truth,” he murmured, stepping closer. His steps were light and as non-threatening as he could manage.

“Shippo too?” I whispered. A tiny smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

“Not exactly. He's... He's a full-blood. A fox.” I frowned for a moment before tilting my head in confusion. “Youkai. The English word Demon doesn't quite fit, but it's the best translation.” Nodding slowly, I started to sit, squeaking when Yash caught my elbows. He steered me back a few more feet so I actually landed on the bed. He knelt in front of me, staring up into my face plaintively. “My mother was human, my father an inuyoukai. A dog demon. My given name is Inuyasha.”

I fought the quirk of a smile. Not completely unfamiliar with my parents' native language, I guessed the translation of his name. “Dog forest spirit? A bit literal.” A tiny hopeful smile twitched his lips. “Then how is...”

“I saved Shippo from a couple of weather youkai a long time ago. He was too young to protect himself and they had just killed his father. Runt's been following me around ever since.” The fact that he had taken my best friend under his protection made me smile, my heart warming even more to him. My head was spinning a little but his warm hands on my arm and knee kept me grounded somehow.

“Why... why share this with me?” I wondered aloud.

His eyes dropped a moment before looking back at me with the quiet determination of a man with a goal in mind. “I know you think I've never paid you much attention, that I didn't notice you.” I froze, my eyes widening in embarrassment. “I've always been very aware of you. I noticed you even before you became friends with Shippo.” Trying not to panic, I held my breath. “Kagome, you don't have to be afraid. Your interest has always been welcome,” he whispered, leaning closer and toying with the blanket that draped across my arm. Was he reading my mind? “I wanted Shippo to become friends with you to make sure you were safe and... You seemed so alone then.” His voice had remained a soft comforting murmur, almost hypnotic in its tone. “Then you were all he could talk about, the best friend he could ask for.”

He was referring to when I'd first arrived at school. I hadn't known anyone, my family lived nearly five hundred miles away and my roommate at the time was an antisocial, angry girl who eventually tried to kill an ex-boyfriend at home over a school vacation. Needless to say I hadn't been upset she didn't come back to school after Fall Break. Shippo had bumped into me shortly before Thanksgiving, a surprising and welcome friendly face. He was a little younger than me, but he'd been accelerated through school since he was so brilliant.

“The letters and emails from you when you were in Brazil... They weren't for Ship, were they?” I asked suddenly, putting things together. There was no reason Shippo would have needed to hear from his older brother so often and certainly not for him to have read every single one to me unless they were for me to hear what was going on. He gave a small sheepish smirk, but nodded to affirm my assumption. “Why didn't you... approach me?”

His eyes glowed faintly in the bright light of the nearly full moon and I saw some strange emotion in them. “I'm not a risk-taker.” I knew he didn't mean that he wasn't a thrill seeker. The man had bungee jumped, sky dived, base jumped, cave dived and swam with sharks. He wasn't afraid of anything. Except me apparently. “Shippo never told you about my ex, did he?” he said quietly. No he hadn't and I was a little afraid to hear it now. I shook my head and bit my lip. I had assumed he'd dated a lot. He was intelligent and extremely good looking and I'd seen at least a few girls throw themselves in his path in hopes of getting his attention. “It was a long time ago. Long story short, we met at a time when things were really rough between humans and youkai. There were a lot more youkai then than there are now, at least out in the open.” Stretching up to his full height, I felt my awe of him return for a brief moment. He was tall, broad and almost otherworldly in his appearance. I found that my feelings for him hadn't changed at all.

He looked to me for permission before sitting next to me on the bed. I curled my legs under me, tucking the blanket more tightly around my shoulders. “Go on.”

~~~~~~

“Holy types, priestesses and monks, tended to destroy first, ask questions later. Which, considering the way youkai were then, was a completely fair way to handle themselves.” Her eyes widened slightly at my easy acceptance of such brutality. “More than once I almost got my ass fried until I learned the hard way that getting purified didn't mean I was dust like a normal youkai.”

“You become human...” I nodded, a grim smile on my mouth, pleased that Kagome was so quick to understand. “But your...”

“Youki. My youkai blood...” I supplied.

“Youki then. It comes back obviously.” Again I nodded. “Well that's lucky.”

My face must have displayed open shock at her easy words. “Lucky?” I choked out, staring for a few moments. “I... I guess I never thought of it that way.”

Kagome let out a small laugh. “Why not? A full-blooded youkai would be purified and die whereas you can survive a purification attack. That's pretty neat.”

“Neat?” My head tilted in surprise at the word. That definitely wouldn't have been the description I would have chosen. What I would like to choose in that moment was to kiss Kagome again. The soft, playful smile on her lips made me hunger to capture them with my own all over again. Of course, I knew I wanted a lot more than just a kiss. I wanted a lot more than just a moment too. “Kagome,” I purred, tugging her against me and pressing my lips to hers. She accepted my kiss without complaint, her soft mouth moving against mine in a way that left no room for doubt that she wanted me too. It was almost more than my beast could handle, forcing me to pull away to calm myself. I had been explaining something to her, something important. Damn if I could remember what it was.

“You were telling me about mikos and youkai,” she reminded me gently, her voice reflecting her slightly aroused state. It was a continuous struggle, but I managed not to go in for another kiss.

“Right. The first time I was purified, it was a miko named Kikyo.”

“Wait, Kikyo of Shikon no Tama fame?” I jumped. Kagome knew of her? Obviously the stories were written in history books but I had never anticipated that Kagome would remember those stories. I nodded. “Wow. I mean... wow! You're the half demon they talk about. My family comes from the Sunset Shrine in Tokyo, the same Shinto shrine that was built to replace the one from the warring states period.” She chuckled softly. “Small world.”

Having read the stories enough times myself to know them by heart, I knew what they said about me. What I was curious to know was what Kagome's interpretation was. “Pretty conniving and diabolical.”

Kagome scoffed. “I don't know which stories you've been reading, but the way my grandfather has always told it, Kikyo lost her life and the love of her life the day the jewel disappeared.” I couldn't miss the moment her face changed as she realized more completely that the person she was talking about was right in front of her. “I'm sorry, I...” I shook my head.

“It was, obviously, a very long time ago.”

“More than five hundred years a long time ago.” Her mouth twisted in a motion that told me she wanted to ask something. “The hanyou in the story... he was pinned to a tree in the forest forever. Obviously you disappeared and they just had to end the story.”

If only that were the truth. “No, I was pinned for almost five hundred years.” Kagome's mouth dropped open. I smiled a little. “I didn't know what woke me until a few years ago. I was in the woods somewhere, woods surrounded by buildings that were so obviously not of my time.”

Kagome's face became sympathetic. “That must have been very disconcerting.”

“More than a little. I stayed in those woods as long as I could stand and then started prowling the city at night, listening to what I could, watching humans live their lives. Eventually I knew I would have to find a way to blend in.” I shook my head. “An old man found me in the woods that very night. He was obviously as surprised to find me there as I was to see him. But not for the reason I expected. He said he had never expected me to wake up and that his family had been guarding the land around where I was imprisoned for hundreds of years.” I looked Kagome over. “He told me that he knew of a miko who could help me hide my features, and brought me to her to learn the illusion you normally see.”

“He... he was never frightened of you?”

I laughed. “No, which confused me more than anything. I asked him why he wasn't.” I took a deep breath. “He told me that he knew that my life had been stolen from me by a trick and he smiled at me strangely. 'I believe your new life was born only two months ago. Wait for her, she will find you.' It was the oddest thing anyone had ever said to me, and I didn't understand what he meant until a few years ago.” Nothing I could do or say would make the next part of my story less weird or creepy sounding, so I plunged on. “He helped me get acclimated in the city before leaving me on my own in the forest. He never told me his name, or how he knew what had happened, but I had a feeling I would see him again eventually.”

“When did you find Shippo?”

“A couple years later. I guess it would have been... 1987? I ventured into the woods a lot to clear my head. I would go further out from the city to find quiet and one day I found the Thunder Brothers, as they liked to call themselves, about to kill a fox youkai kit. He was only... three or four.”

Kagome gaped at me. “Shippo is only a few years older than me? When you were talking about finding him, I thought for sure he was... Wow. So them accelerating him through school isn't completely off.”

“He's just puny, so it's easier to explain him as younger than he really is.” Kagome pushed my arm playfully. “He'll hit his next growth spurt soon and then there'll be no living with him.”

Kagome mused over what I had told her so far. “So you learned all about the modern world in a few years, put yourself through school and what? How did you end up here?”

That's where it got creepy. “The man who helped me told me that the city was taking my forest and making it a public park, so I couldn't live there anymore. His family was moving, he said, across the ocean. His son had died and his daughter-in-law had gotten a job offer in California to teach Japanese to high school kids.”

“Huh, my mom teaches Japanese at the University of...” Kagome's face widened again in shock as she slowly turned to face me more fully. “My grandfather helped you. He knew that you were there the whole time.” I could only nod. “What year did you wake up, Inuyasha?” she whispered. “What month?”

“September of 1985.”

Kagome simply blinked at me for a long moment. “That's... that's when I was born.”

“I know.”

TBC

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ofpaperhearts · 3 years

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▷ currently playing —— THE FAÇADE a playlist for Elliot King. n. a false appearance that makes someone or something seem more pleasant or better than they really are.

!! anxiety & depression tw throughout playlist !!

obnoxiously long tracklist & descriptions that may or may not make sense under the cut!

▷ currently playing —— TWO by SLEEPING AT LAST.

it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath // you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest // i know exactly how the rule goes: // put my mask on first // no, i don’t want to talk about myself // tell me where it hurts // i just want to build you up, build you up // ‘til you’re good as new // and maybe one day i’ll get around to fixing myself too

Okay, so there’s not a doubt in my mind that Elliot’s an enneagram type two, which is what this song is all about. The entire song really captures how he wants to take care of others and give his love to them, and then if there happens to be anything left, he’ll take care of himself, but it’s not a priority.

▷ currently playing —— BEAUTIFUL LIGHT by UPPERMOST.

I don’t fully know how to describe it, but this song just makes me feel upbeat and hopeful and I feel like those are the types of vibes that Elliot tries to put out into the world. This is a song that works very well for him when simply looking at him on the surface level.

▷ currently playing —— I JUST WANNA SHINE by THE FITZ AND THE TANTRUMS.

so don’t give me dark days, i already had those // i’m just trying to figure out how to be myself right now // i don’t wanna lay low, hiding in the shadows // so i wake up, i get out of bed // stay up, stay out of my head

This song is probably more how Elliot perceives himself. Like despite having his own stresses and hardships, he still strives to make the most of his life and keep up and optimistic view.

▷ currently playing —— MESS IS MINE by VANCE JOY.

bring me to your house // tell me, “sorry for the mess”, hey i don’t mind // you’re talking in your sleep, out of time // well, you still make sense to me, your mess is mine

This song just goes back to how he wants to give an receive love by taking care of others.

▷ currently playing —— PLEASER by WALLOWS.

indecisive feelings of enjoyment // hold the thought, i think i need a moment // i’m aware there’s somethin’ i should tell you // but my voice annoys me // bite my tongue off with a smile // i can’t feel it anymore // ‘cause recently the line is blurred // between depression and bliss

This whole song is basically about being a people pleaser (which Elliot is to an unhealthy degree) and struggling to figure out to please someone (which is something that would cause Elliot a great deal of distress to be perfectly honest).

▷ currently playing —— OH KLAHOMA by JACK STAUBER.

tears falling down at the party // saddest little baby in the room // fears, tell me fears, don’t get me started // i get a little grey hair for every scare you share

Honestly, Elliot could be either person in this song. For the most part Elliot would see himself as the person in this song that’s trying to console the other (possibly at the expense of their own mental health), but he could just as easily be the other person if he actually asked for help/comfort whenever he’s going through something.

▷ currently playing —— HARD TIMES by PARAMORE.

all that i want // is to wake up fine // tell me that i’m alright // that i ain’t gonna die

Upbeat songs with sad lyrics just have an Elliot vibe to them. I think songs like this reflect that happy/put together front he puts on for everyone, even when he isn’t doing so great.

▷ currently playing —— FAKE HAPPY by PARAMORE.

hey, if i smile with my teeth // bet you believe me // if i smile with my teeth // i think i believe me // oh please, don’t ask me how i’ve been // don’t make me pretend

Same reason Hard Times is on here. The lyrics definitely hammer the part of putting up a front for others home more.

▷ currently playing —— WAY LESS SAD by AJR.

i’m a-okay, i’m a-okay // you say it but you just don’t mean it

I think the mix of putting up a front and trying to remain optimistic even in life’s harder moments just fits Elliot.

▷ currently playing —— WONDERFUL LIFE by SMITH & BURROWS.

you know it feels unfair // there’s magic everywhere // look at me standing // here on my own again // up straight in the sunshine // no need to run and hide // it’s a wonderful, wonderful life // no need to laugh and cry // it’s a wonderful, wonderful life

There’s something about the softness of this song that just gives me Elliot vibes. But I think beyond that, it’s the mix of optimistic and pained lyrics that make me think of Elliot whenever I hear this song.

▷ currently playing —— BLUE KNUCKLE by NIGHT BEDS.

i’ve been working like a surgeon // on some courage // lift my burden // i’ve been hurting // have you heard it

I just feel like the bits of this song that I relate to him scream, all the self-sacrificing I constantly do doesn’t make me as happy as I thought it would, but I’m not entirely sure how to change that without some help.

▷ currently playing —— FREAKIN’ OUT ON THE INTERSTATE by BRISTON MARONEY.

i’m sorry i haven’t been myself // and something’s got me down // what it is, i cannot tell

1. He’s so concerned with others that I don’t think he necessarily knows how to pinpoint why something would bother him. 2. High anxiety hours.

▷ currently playing —— FALSE CONFIDENCE by NOAH KAHAN.

and i wonder why i tear myself down to be built back up again // oh, i hope somehow, i’ll wake up young again // all that’s left of myself, holes in my false confidence

Themes of being hypercritical of oneself and insecurity which is something Elliot struggles a lot with under his surface level happiness.

▷ currently playing —— COLD LOVE by RAINBOW KITTEN SURPRISE.

and if i cry in your arms // just some other shit, just some other shit // just some other things that i’ve been dealing with // i’d die in your arms, bury me while playing this // bury me saying “you were all i ever needed” // and hold me like we’re dying from liquor that we drank // in hotel rooms, to feel warm in cold love

Originally, I only wanted to include this song for the first part of the lyrics I put here because it’s the same dismissive attitude Elliot has when it comes to taking care of himself. But the more I thought about it, I think Elliot is the type of person to find himself in doomed relationships because the give and take is never equal resulting in ‘dying/cold’ loves.

▷ currently playing —— ALMOST HOME by MXMTOON.

i was just a kid // dreams were looking big and then i had to grow up // no one ever says // all the love you give might not be enough // broke my heart in two a couple times // before it hurt too much // i was such fool

I feel like Elliot was a relatively carefree child before becoming increasingly more and more concerned with how others saw him and feel like that’s kind of reflected in this song? Like growing is usually very different from how one imagines it when they’re a kid.

▷ currently playing —— MELODY X by BONAPARTE.

you keep the light on // you keep the light on // you keep the night light on // hold your broken dream up high // oh, you know you try // oh, you know you try // it’s the worst case scenario lullaby // something’s gotta change (something’s gotta change)

Another song acknowledging how hecking hard life is and trying to remain hopeful in spite of it with a hint of being aware that something needs to change in Elliot’s life for him to really be happy.

▷ currently playing —— NO ID by ANDREW APPLEPIE.

and suddenly you realize // that everything you’d ever told yourself were lies // and believe me i can sympathize // cause everything i ever thought i was made me cry

Overall, this song is about self-acceptance and growth, which is something Elliot is still working on. And it’s more so on here as Elliot being the person the singer is watching struggle with these things.

▷ currently playing —— PRETENDER - ACOUSTIC by AJR.

i’m a good pretender // won’t you come see my show? // i got lots of problems // well, good thing nobody knows // oh, i’m insecure, i’m insecure // i think i like what i’m supposed to // like what i’m supposed to

Back on that putting up a front for everyone else because he thinks that’s for the better/expected of him bs!

▷ currently playing —— BRAIN, BRAIN, GO AWAY by UNLIKE PLUTO.

through the night my mind is racing // my inner voice and i debating // on everything i should be changing // can’t decide so i keep maintaining // i gotta contain my overactive mind

This song is on here because big anxiety hours and how truly exhausting it is to deal with.

▷ currently playing —— MIND IS A PRISON by ALEC BENJAMIN.

sometimes, i think too much, yeah, i get so caught up // i’m always stuck in my head // i wish i could escape, i tried to yesterday alone with my thoughts again // guess my mind is a prison and i’m never gonna get out

Same exact reason why Brain, Brain, Go Away is on his playlist.

▷ currently playing —— NUMB by MARINA.

i can’t open up and cry // ‘cause i’ve been silent all my life // i feel numb most of the time // lower i get, higher // i’ll climb, and i will wonder why // i got dark only to // shine, looking for the golden light // oh, it’s a reasonable sacrifice

One of the main reasons this song is included is because of a comment made on the lyric ‘oh, it’s a reasonable sacrifice’ and how in this song it seems to imply sacrificing one’s well-being to impress others is fine and if that’s not Elliot’s biggest mood than I don’t know what is. But in addition to that, a lot of the other lyrics touch on internal struggles he deals with and trying to overcome them.

▷ currently playing —— NOBODY by MITSKI.

and i don’t want your pity // i just want somebody near me // guess i’m a coward // i just want to feel alright // and i know no one will save me

1. This is the type of song that sounds like “ooooo fun” but then you listen to the lyrics and it’s like “BOOM SADNESS” which is kind of Elliot’s song aesthetic if that makes sense? 2. Despite having people in his life that he’s close to, life can still feel very isolating when he’s not open about everything he has going on. 3. This song is an enneagram type two’s biggest fear so it just makes sense being here.

▷ currently playing —— IT’S CALLED: FREEFALL by RAINBOW KITTEN SURPRISE.

called to the devil and the devil said, “hey! why you been calling so late? it’s like 2am and the bars all close at 10 in hell, that’s a rule i made” // anyway, you say you’re too busy saving everybody else to save yourself // and you don’t want no help, oh well

More on the idea that life can be very isolating when you struggle in silence and Elliot’s “gotta help everyone else over myself” mentality.

▷ currently playing —— MINDLESS BLISS by UNLIKE PLUTO.

always staying up to the sunrise // i can barely close my eyes // all i’m looking for is a good night // just for one night, just for one night // but i am wide awake, surviving day to day // i’m half alive in my own way // and i’m struggling with all the carrying

More big themes of anxiety and struggling with it.

▷ currently playing —— WAVES by DEAN LEWIS.

and it takes control of the person that i thought i was // the boy i used to know // but there is a light in the dark // and i feel it’s warmth // in my heart, in my hands // but why can’t i hold on?

Life’s always changing for better or worse and growing up you can think life is going to be one way just for it to be something completely different and I think Elliot can relate to that sentiment a lot.

▷ currently playing —— KEEP by MOTHER MOTHER.

i write it down, but to read it doesn’t work // take it to town, but to be seen doesn’t work // smack it around, but that only make it worse // i make it worse // i meditate for a day, but it doesn’t help // get down and pray, i gotta say, what a living hell // i could escape but i know that all too well // it doesn’t help

Wanting to cope with things, but struggling to do so in a way that works which is a big Elliot mood.

▷ currently playing —— DON’T WORRY, YOU WILL by LOVELYTHEBAND.

trying to stay positive // not an easy way to live // laugh right through the pain // she said i can’t find a thing i don’t like about you // and i’m like don’t worry, you will

More themes of being hypercritical of oneself, silently struggling, and putting up a charade to get others to like you or to please them.

▷ currently playing —— GOODBYE by BO BURNHAM.

am i right back where i started fourteen years ago? // wanna guess the ending? if it ever does // i swear to god that all i’ve ever wanted was // a little bit of everything all of the time well, well, look who’s inside again // went out to look for a reason to hide again // well, well, buddy, you found it

Full disclosure, I only know this song from TikTok. But anyway! I just felt like the lyrics in the last bit of the song were super fitting: the fear of being back right back where he started before he got a little better at putting himself first, struggling to balance everything he wants/needs, dismissing his problems in favor or something lighthearted like a joke, looking for reasons to keep things to himself, etc.

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the-darklings · 4 years

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—WE WERE A FIRE WITH NO SMOKE;

pairing: santino x reader (V) x (+john)

wc: 1.4k+

an: HAPPY NEW YEARS YA FILTHY ANIMALS!!! A little surprise something-something to tide you all over and flex my writing muscles to see how I’m getting on after 4-day detox from writing. I’m honestly exhausted and short on sleep which made me half-delirious and this little drabble wayyy too h*rny but here we are. Also, the title/lyrics for this piece comes from Troye Sivan’s “DKLA” and I highly recommend you listen to it while reading.

warnings: some bad words and a lot of sexual tension 👀

timeline: post chapter 1 of COA, pre-Tokyo (not their first meeting).

Santino D’Antonio does not know nor understand subtlety.

No—that’s not quite right. His “business” instincts are sharper than most of your blades and that’s just facts. He can effortlessly weave between disarming charm and rage that spills blood in a blink of an eye. He’s a good mobster. Truly Italy’s—Camorra’s—finest. But he’s irritatingly arrogant in his insistence that the world revolves around him and his needs alone. Even quicker in betraying those he doesn’t like and cutting loose ends with people who so much as question his authority.

Egoistical. Inpatient. Spoiled. Bloodthirsty. Willing to step over anyone to get his way.

There isn’t much to like. Certainly nothing worthy of trust.

But he pays good money. And—despite what he may think—he’s easy to read. He wants what everyone in the underworld wants. More power, more pleasure, more money. But most importantly, to be the next Camorra head.

He’s powerful. And not the kind of powerful you need as your enemy so it’s easier to play nice. You know that the reason you got off as easy as you did with that threat to his life was simply because he wants to sleep with you. Because he sees you as a challenge, a conquest, something interesting and out of his immediate reach.

He’s handsome, that much is true. He’s beyond rich and has influence everywhere because he’s Camorra. Because he’s a D’Antonio. He’s all sly, seductive suggestions and eyes so bright they devour.

There’s only one problem.

He’s not John.

John who is a comforting shadow for you to curl into. Who is a steady, ever-present by your side. John is—

John is the only person you trust—the only one you could ever trust in this world of liars and backstabbers. Your mind drifts towards him constantly and never more so then when you work with D’Antonio. They’re as different as day and night.

John is a comforting embrace of the dark, quiet and patient. Deadly and terrifying to others but never you.

Santino D’Antonio is an open flame. He devours, he burns, and rages. He leaves only blood and damage in his wake.

John you love.

D’Antonio on the other hand…

“Target has his eyes on us,” you speak directly into his ear over the sound of blaring music, and tighten your arms around his neck. Noting the way you’re being watched, you hiss a soft, “Pull me closer.”

He doesn’t need to be told again.

His already wandering, lingering, greedy hands and eyes explore further. Your eyes meet for a moment; his hungry and hooded, while his fingers sink into the swell of your hip, massaging the skin there before pushing your hips together. You sway with him, pressing against him—into him—one hand snaking up the hot skin of his neck and into his hair. The styled curls crumble under your unyielding grip and you pull him even closer, your foreheads almost touching and breaths mingling.

Wrapped my thoughts around your mind

Wrapped your body around mine.

You have to be convincing, you remind yourself.

You have to appear as nothing more than another whore on D’Antonio’s arm.

You have to be a nobody, a shadow, a shell without purpose other than this man’s pleasure.

You think about John with every press and brush of your skin.

Think of John’s hands on you and John’s obsidian eyes caressing you like you’re lovers moments away from kissing each other.

You take my breath away, you know I'm bound to choke

When I close my eyes. I still see your ghost.

But Santino D’Antonio doesn’t touch you like John does.

He caresses, and claims, and consumes with a startling amount of intensity. You feel that fire of his singeing your edges, dangerous and seductive in its overpowering heat.

His fingers are sunk into you, not enough to hurt but enough to feel held, guided, desired and the music becomes nothing more than a pulse.

His hot, wet breath burns against the hollow of your throat and you feel him mumbling something into your skin. It could be a prayer or damnation or both but all you know is that it sears into your skin. A mark, a show, of his raw desire for you. It tingles and tickles, kicking your heartbeat up a notch and your grip on his curls constricts; a warning, a question—

You don’t even like him. In fact, you only tolerate him because he’s willing to throw money at you for jobs that can help you get your freedom from Tarasov faster.

But human bodies are so simple. The draw on a purely physical level is there despite your lacklustre opinion of the man himself.

He doesn’t make it any easier when his eyes lift to you, his stare almost a physical weight of heated want. A man starved; a man who is staring at your mouth like it’s the only thing that can save him right now. Like he needs it, craves it, above everything else.

If half the stories about his sexual exploits are true, then it’s a look many have crumbled under. Truth be told, looking at him right now, you can’t blame them. There is, admittedly, something so raw about Santino D’Antonio that you can’t help but wonder what kind of lover he is.

So what do I do now?

I don't keep love around.

But Santino D’Antonio is nothing in your heart. Your heart is John’s in its awful, worn entirety and you won’t trade that in for meaningless sex no matter how good D’Antonio might be.

The tempo of the song changes again and he tugs you closer, his hand coming to rest against the curve of your neck. His cool Camorra ring grazes your skin lightly, and your head tilts to the side exposing your neck to him. He leans into it, his lips ghosting over your pulse, hungry and eager as he inhales deeply over the thrum of music. But across the sturdy line of his shoulder, you watch your mark intently.

“D’Antonio, he’s moving—”

“Santino,” he breathes hotly into your ear, his arm around your waist tightening. “Call me Santino.”

It stills something inside you for a second.

The heavy, naked need that lowers and wrecks his voice just so.

It’s an honour. An heir allowing you to address them by their first name, considering that you hold no real power or title of your own. But something about how he asks for it leaves you cold, caught completely off guard.

It feels like too much.

There is a boundary you will never step over with him.

Some arrogant Italian princeling who only wants your body for quick gratification.

“Should I pursue?”

He stills. His breath still fans against your neck but his expression is serious when his head lifts. His fingers trace up your bare arm, slow and sensual, and he grins slightly, coolly. Neon lights dance over his features and wonder what you both look like, tangled in each other and suddenly still in a sea of movement.

“Bring him to me.”

You do.

No loose ends.

The man you only know as Flynn Hill dies with your poison eroding his veins from inside out. In the darkness of the alleyway, Santino D’Antonio looms over him, smiling and satisfied, his appearance once again immaculate.

“Everything has a price,” he says coldly in Italian with a clinical tilt of his head and a small scoff when the man stills. “Pathetic.”

He turns dismissively, shrugs on his overcoat, and glances towards you. His eyes sweep over you, up and down, unhurried and hungry as always.

“Coming, cara mia?”

Cara mia?

You turn to face him, and repeat his earlier gesture by looking him up and down. His gaze sharpens at the challenge, and you don’t miss the way he straightens slightly.

Just like you thought—he doesn’t know subtlety. It could smack him in the face and he still won’t know it.

“The drinks are on you and I’m not cheap,” you hesitate for a beat, considering the man in front of you as well as his pack of guards scattered around you. “Santino.”

You sidestep him, heading back towards the club but hear the man chuckle in delight behind you.

“Everything has a price,” he repeats softly as he falls to your side promptly. Close, a bit too close. “But it’s one I am happy to pay in this instance, cara mia.”

You bite back an irritated sigh. Let him have this. He no doubt thinks this is a victory.

That night is the first time he uses those words and that nickname.

It’s far from last.

. . .

an: well this literally had one read through as an edit so if this is awful and full of mistakes.....guess that’s tomorrow kat’s problem lol. just wanted to see how I get on with writing again (and surprise you lot <33 thank you for supporting this series so much oh god oof).

This piece dips back a bit more into my old style (description heavy and more internal) but writing V who is like “this man clearly wants to bang but it’s a no from me, thanks” is so funny. If I wasn’t half dead I would have tried to write this as more snarky (as V indeed was back in Chapter 1-2) but that actually requires brainpower and wit so nahhhh.

also, let’s make 2020 ours. no more putting up with anything!!! let’s go!!!! this year we all channel V and become stronger and fight through our problems no matter how long it takes us.

#santino d'antonio x reader #john wick x reader #santino d'antonio #john wick #john wick imagine #john wick fic #fic: children of ares #s: i can wait

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ozai-the-bonsai · 3 years

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Ghost In The Dark (Valtor x OC)

Link to Chapter 3:

Time Line: Chapter 4 is set two days before Tecna closes the portal between Andros and the Omega Dimension.

Rating: M

*4* Send Griffin My Regards

(Word Count: 3425)

The fabric of the dark sheets was wrinkling within Hel’s strong hold as she unconsciously held onto them for dear life. Her breaths were becoming heavier and more frequent and the sweat forming on her forehead was damping her black hair –the nightmare had wrapped its claws around her neck, which was tight enough to choke her.

Her conscious was trying its best to break free from the nightmare and help Hel return to her comfort zone; however, the claws wrapped around her throat were so strong that they’d rather break her neck than to set her free.

What saved her from the horrors suffocating her had been the sound of a familiar voice calling out her name. The moment his voice filled her ears, Hel slipped away from the grasp of the nightmare and woke up with a start. Before she could notice her surroundings, the owner of the voice pulled her naked body into his arms and began to caress her right arm with comforting movements. Slowly, the memories from the night found their missing places in Hel’s mind.

She was in Valtor’s chambers, in his bed and in his arms.

After their intense love-making had exhausted them both, Valtor had teleported them to his bedroom. Without even caring to put on their nightwear, the two of them had fallen asleep naked and all snuggled up under the dark sheets of Valtor’s bed.

The movement of Valtor’s hand on her right arm slowly disappeared as Hel steadied her breathing “What happened?” Valtor asked her with a low voice while he ran his right hand through her dark hair.

Hel gulped “It’s the dead,” she responded with a weak voice “They are trying to capture my attention by giving me nightmares,” she said and turned her head to meet Valtor’s grey eyes “About burning alive in a closed place.”

Her words brought a grimace to his face, then he slowly gathered all her hair on her right shoulder and began to run the side of his left index finger on Hel’s now exposed neck “While you’re inside my arms,” he whispered and pressed his lips on her neck. Hel buried her head into Valtor’s shoulder as his lips moved down from her neck to her shoulder “No one can cause you harm.”

I’d give so many things to be naïve enough to believe that, darling.

After making sure that Hel was free from the effects of the nightmare, Valtor pulled her onto his chest under the covers and wrapped his arms around her body tight as if he wanted to make sure no one would take Hel away from him while he was asleep.

It’s comforting to know that some things never change, Hel thought as she inhaled Valtor’s scent. Just like his possessiveness of me and the feeling of safety it brings to be inside his arms.

The rest of her sleep had been surprisingly pleasant, perhaps the presence of Valtor was having a dreamcatcher effect on her. When she woke up, her hand immediately searched for the body on the left side of the bed; however, all it could find had been cold sheets.

The dark haired woman slowly opened her eyes and straightened under the covers. While she was rubbing her eyes, the footsteps coming from the right side of the room caught her attention and as she turned her head to look at the source, a small smile formed on her lips.

I could get used to waking up to the sight of his naked body.

“Seems like someone finally had her beauty sleep.” Valtor said while he took out a neatly folded white shirt from one of his drawers. Except for the white towel which was wrapped around his waist, he was completely naked but his hair seemed dry, which meant that it had been a while since he had had his shower.

Hel stretched like a cat “You could say that,” she said with a sweet voice. Unfortunately, her stretching was interrupted as some rays of sun met her skin “Fuck,” she moaned in pain and quickly pulled the covers over her head “Valtor, close the fucking blinds!”

Damn, how could I forget about the sun? Valtor scolded himself while he closed the blinds, eventually letting darkness fall into the room although the weather outside was, surprisingly, bright and sunny “It’s done.” he said, walking towards the bed while Hel lowered the covers enough for her to take a look inside the room. Then she slowly sat down, letting her legs hang from the edge of the bed “I’m sorry, I completely forgot about your… allergy.”

The witch waved her left hand in the air lazily “Don’t worry, even I get carried away and walk naked into the sun sometimes.” she said and stood up –she was still naked “I better get going –I need to take a shower as well.” she spoke but let out a soft chuckle and shook her head upon seeing the naughty spark inside Valtor’s eyes, who was eyeing her hungrily as he stood in front of her “Nope, I know exactly what you’re thinking and the answer is no, Valtor –wasn’t last night enough for you?”

Valtor held her from her hand and pulled her against his chest “I can never get enough of you, Hel.” he whispered as he placed his free hand on the small of her back.

The edge of Hel’s lip curled upwards “I know, darling but my body is still pretty exhausted.” she said and slowly stepped out of Valtor’s arms “I doubt I’ll be able to have sex in the next twenty-four hours –plus, we both have work to do.” she was walking towards the table, on which her clothes from the previous night were placed, while she spoke but upon seeing her reflexion on the mirror, Hel stopped in her tracks. With a frown on her face, she turned her grey eyes to the mirror “What the hell?”

There were several love-marks on her body –three were on her neck, another three were on the sides of her breasts and some bruises could be seen on the back of her upper arms. Hel’s grey eyes found Valtor’s from the mirror as she raised an eyebrow at him “Care to explain why you decided to mark me last night, huh?”

The sorcerer simply snickered and began to dress himself. Hel took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Shadows from all around the room gathered around her, making it seem as if there was a dark glow around her body –in fact, they were simply healing the love-marks and the bruises on her skin. With simple injuries like those, Hel was able to use her shadow powers for healing herself and others. After that she, too, put on her clothes “When will you be going to the Underworld?”

Hel turned back to look at Valtor upon hearing him speak “Later today, if nothing goes wrong.” she responded “Why?”

He shrugged “Just curious.”

***

After leaving Valtor’s bedroom, Hel disappeared inside the shadows until arriving in her own room –since the weather outside was sunny, she was not able to walk through the halls of the Cloud Tower. It seems like the nostalgia has to wait until I find a way to deal with this little, sunny problem.

The rest had been a hot shower and a quick breakfast; however, all she could think about was him and the night the two had spent together. She knew very well that she had to be mad at him for leaving her behind just because of his selfish ambitions but after feeling that his love for her was still alive somewhere within his dark heart, she just couldn’t find the strength to do so.

At first, she had feared that the only reason he still wanted her was purely sexual desires; however, his touches had been almost shouting the opposite. Hel was more than capable of telling it when Valtor’s touches involved feelings other than passion and last night there hadn’t been only passion but also yearning, compassion, hope, and love.

Yearning because he had been forced to spent sixteen long years away from her.

Compassion because he still remembered the broken and vulnerable little girl hiding within her frozen heart.

Hope because they were brought together once again, they were given a second chance.

Love because it had always been there, it was never lost –it was simply in a deep slumber and was woken up the moment he heard his name rolling off her tongue.

Still lost inside the vast ocean of thoughts in her mind, Hel wore her black, satin dress and dark red, high-heeled pumps. What brought her back to reality had been the stain of the red lipstick on the edge of her lip. The dark haired woman rolled her eyes “With him on my mind, I cannot even put my lipstick on.”

Once again, instead of walking through the corridors, Hel travelled within the shadows to avoid any further accidents with the sun –even when she was inside the headmistress’ office, she still didn’t step out of the shadows for she wasn’t quite sure whether the room was safe for her.

The three young witches were around the desk and Valtor was, once again, sitting on the chair. The edge of Hel’s crimson lips curled upwards as she recalled for which dirty purposes that very desk had been used the previous night.

“Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of the sun.” Valtor spoke while his eyes left the crystal ball and found the spot in the shadows, in which Hel was currently hiding. With an arched brow, the dark haired woman stepped out of the shadows. Valtor chuckled softly “The weather decided to be cloudy all of a sudden –go, see for yourself.”

He tempered with the weather so I could walk around without being on alert, Hel thought while she walked towards the window. The sun had indeed disappeared behind a thick layer of clouds. She turned back to Valtor with an amused look in her grey eyes “Well, I appreciate the effort,” she said “Thank you.”

Valtor simply shrugged and turned his eyes to the crystal ball as Icy asked with a confused tone “How can you feel your presence so easily?”

“When she moves within the shadows, it causes them to vibrate with a unique frequency.” Valtor explained with his usual laid-back attitude “That’s how I can tell whether she is lurking in the shadows.”

It seemed like Icy wasn’t satisfied with his answer “But aren’t there, like dozen frequencies within the shadows? You must be a detector to pick up hers!”

Valtor smirked smugly “Takes years of practice.”

As the Trix moved to the seats in front of the desk to sit, Hel leaned the cold wall behind her with her arms crossed over her chest. Since her body had been tangled up with Valtor’s whole night, she had got enough from his heat, hence her skin wasn’t ice cold anymore –which meant that the coldness of the wall against her back made her shiver.

“So you two should’ve spent much time together, then.” Darcy said, trying to sound indifferent but it was quite easy to tell that she was only trying to understand the true essence of the relationship between Valtor and Hel.

Of course Hel was aware of the fact that all three of them were helplessly admiring Valtor and she knew they all were going to be deeply disappointed once they found out that Hel had already had Valtor within her grasp. Well, she couldn’t blame the girls for falling for him –after all, it was almost impossible to resist against his charms. No one knew it better than her.

“Pretty much indeed.” Hel responded and then walked towards Valtor’s sitting figure. The sound of her high-heeled shoes were echoing inside the room “What are you doing?”

Valtor showed her the crystal ball “Keeping an eye on Andros,” he said and casted a quick look at the dark haired woman “You know what awaits that planet, don’t you?”

Hel shrugged with an indifferent attitude “Not my problem anymore, I saved my own skin.” she said, causing Valtor to snicker.

Stormy whispered with such a low voice that only Icy and Darcy were able to hear her “Girls, I think our man is already taken.”

Icy rolled her eyes “Yeah, no kidding.” she muttered under her breath “So, what are you going to do?” she asked and since her question was directed at Hel, the witched raised her head from the crystal ball to look at Icy “Are you staying with us?”

Hel nodded “For a while. I have to get some little things done before going after my own revenge.” she responded and pointed at Valtor with her head “From his mothers.”

Icy’s eyes widened “From the Ancestral Witches?” she asked and casted a quick look at her best friends, who seemed as shocked as she was. Obviously, they found the idea of seeking revenge from the Ancestral Witches totally ludicrous “Well, in that case, good ridd… I mean good luck with that.”

“Hey,” Stormy spoke, changing the subject “Does Griffin know you are here?”

“Wait,” Hel said and turned her eyes at Valtor as she slowly raised an eyebrow “That treacherous snake is here?”

A wide smirk spread onto his lips “Of course,” he responded and leaned back the chair lazily “You should pay her a visit, I’m sure she has missed you.”

Hel let out a cold but attractive laughter “Oh, you have no idea, darling.” she said, after winking at Valtor, she began walking towards the door “Now, everything has become more fun. First, I’ll have a little chat with my best friend, then I better go face the chaos of the Underworld.”

“We can show you the way to Griffin’s cell,” Darcy said as she attempted to stand up from her seat but Hel gently pushed her back while she was walking right next to her.

“There’s no need, I’ve been a student here myself.” Hel explained with a confident aura around her “I still know this place like the back of my hand.”

Before the dark haired woman left the headmistress’ office, Valtor called at her “Send Griffin my regards.”

A soft chuckle escaped Hel’s crimson lips “I most certainly will.”

***

Griffin stood up from the ground upon hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes meeting the stone floors “Who’s there?” she asked while walking towards the bars. From the darkness ruling the corridor –it seemed darker than usual, probably somebody had been messing with the lights within the Cloud Tower –a dark haired woman emerged. Seeing her face after sixteen long years had a shocking effect on Griffin, causing her to take an unbalanced step back.

“Hey there, my old friend,” Hel spoke with a playful tone as she put an emphasis on the word friend “Did you miss me?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Hel?” Griffin asked with an obviously horrified voice “How can you be here? That’s not possible! You should be in…”

Before her former best friend could finish her word, Hel interrupted “The Omega Dimension, yeah, I know.” she said and leaned the wall parallel to Griffin’s cell. Since she hadn’t spent the past sixteen years in ice, she had naturally aged –Hel looked much younger than Griffin “Well, it seems like you’ve not been informed about the current course of events –breaking out from there has become the new trend lately.”

Griffin took slow steps back until her back met the cold wall of her cell “This is bad... This is too bad…” she began to mutter while sliding down so that she was once again sitting on the ground “First Valtor and now you as well,”

Hel let out a cruel laughter “Don’t be afraid, Griffin, little grudges aren’t my taste.” she said and flipped her black hair “Unlike Valtor who likes to keep a score in his head with every single person to cross his path… No, I prefer going after the mother snake.”

A confused expression was visible on Griffin’s face “What is that supposed to mean?”

The dark haired woman walked in front of her cell and placed her hands around the metal bars keeping the two, old friends separated “It means that I’ll be going after the Ancestral Witches, who are to blame for the time I’ve spent in the Omega Dimension.” she said and chuckled upon seeing Griffin’s confusion turning into terror “Hey, cheer up, will you? I’ll be doing you all goodie-goodies a magnificent favour with sending those three bitches into Oblivion.”

“Going after the Ancestral Witches?” Griffin repeated Hel’s words “Hel, you’ve finally lost your damn mind –do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?”

Hel shrugged carelessly “I don’t give a shit about your opinion, Griffin, you’re dead to me.” she said “You should be relieved, though, you will not be facing my wrath.” A mischievous smirk spread on her crimson lips “But I cannot say the same for his,” she spoke, she was talking about Valtor. After straightening, she sent a scornful look at Griffin “Seems like you’ve already seen it, though.”

After leaving Griffin in a pitiful state in her cold cell, Hel went back to the headmistress’ office –she intended to leave for the Underworld as soon as possible; however, she couldn’t bring herself to leave without saying goodbye for she had no idea for how long she would be gone.

A relieved smile formed on her lips as she opened the door and saw that Valtor was all alone inside the office. He was, once again, sitting on the chair while holding a book in his hands. Hel had always admired his hunger for knowledge, it seemed like he could never get enough of it despite how much time he spent with reading “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” he spoke while raising his grey eyes from the book “Did Griffin grow boring over the years?”

“There’s nothing more I can share with her,” Hel responded as she walked slowly at his direction “I only wanted to feel the satisfaction of seeing the horror in her eyes when she realised that another ghost from her past has returned.”

A soft chuckle escaped Valtor’s lips “You never cease to amuse me.”

Hel winked at him “I know, darling.” she said and as soon as she reached him, she swiftly took the book between his hands and placed it onto the desk. Valtor raised a questioning eyebrow at her “I’ll be leaving for the Underworld soon.” Hel spoke with a silk-like voice.

“And what does it have to do with my reading, exactly?” Valtor asked, his eyebrow still arched. With slow movements, Hel sat on his lap, straddling him. Almost immediately Valtor’s hands ended up around her hips.

With her left hand placed on Valtor’s right shoulder, Hel cupped his face with her right hand, her thumb gently caressing his cheek “I wanted to say goodbye since I cannot foresee how long it will take to resolve the chaos in the Underworld.” she spoke with a low voice as her lips were slowly closing on top of his “It could take less than a couple of hours, or a few days, perhaps weeks…”

Valtor captured her crimson lips with his “I cannot stay away from you that long,” he whispered between little kisses. Hel giggled as she slid her tongue in his mouth, which met with his halfway through.

“You might as well have to, Valtor,” Hel whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment. Promptly, Valtor’s soft lips moved down to her neck “No living can enter the Underworld except for its Queen.”

“In that case,” Valtor whispered against her skin as he moved his lips down with each kiss “Get it over with as soon as possible.”

Hel clicked her tongue and pushed Valtor gently away from her so that he was leaning the chair, his lips weren’t on her anymore “I do not take orders from anyone, darling,” she spoke with a low but dangerous tone “So I suggest you don’t push your luck.”

After leaving one last kiss on Valtor’s lips, Hel got off from his lap and began walking towards the door “One last thing,” she said, not even looking back at him “You better wipe that lipstick off your lips.”

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