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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Twenty: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink(Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, public/semi-public, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, oral, PIV, dick piercing, forced orgasm, bondage/blindfolds, biting/slapping/ spanking/cutting, rape kink, NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, Somno, blood, knife, GEN. SMUT, [All possible tags listed, all may not apply] GORE, MURDER

Info: Aw ur having such a cute dinner party... wtf is that?? [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

”Jesus Anakin, what happened?” You gasped, seeing the damaged door of his car as he walked you toward it. You crouched down and touched the big scrape, feeling the dented and scratch metal beneath your fingertips with a wince as you turned to look up at him, you were surprised to see a little smile on his face when you’d expected one of annoyance or anger.

”Some little girl backed into it.” He snickered, giving you a hand up from your squatted position. “Looks like there are worse drivers than you out in the world. Makes me shudder to think about.” He dramatically shivered, opening up your car door for you and guiding you into your seat with a hand on your ass.

”Was she alright?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed when he plopped himself down in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut.

“Yeah, it was a stationary accident. She was fine, just real upset.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair before starting the car and reaching over to put a hand on your thigh while he drove. “She had the tiniest dent and just a bit of paint on the bumper. Worried sick her momma would be mad about the insurance going up.”

”Oh poor thing.” You winced, knowing all too well the worry of something like that happening from experience.

”No, don’t ‘poor thing’ her.” He snorted, patting your thigh affectionately. “I told her to get some WD-40 and a magic eraser, it’ll fix it up and her mom won’t notice the dent for a while, its so small.”

“Well what are you gonna do about your car?” You asked, feeling a strange mixture of pride in Anakin for taking care of the issue for the young girl and a dash of irritation that he’d be paying for the damage on his car when it wasn’t even his fault.

”Cliegg will take care of it.” Anakin shrugged, clearly unbothered by the whole situation.

”Really?” You raised an eyebrow in surprise, not realizing his stepfather had any auto-body experience.

”Yeah, we’ll buff the paint and pop the dent out, its no big deal doll.” He said reassuringly. Squeezing your knee as he drove the short distance back home.

After arriving at your apartment you were pleasantly surprised to see that your entire apartment was spotless. The dishes were gone, the trash had been taken out, the floors vacuumed and mopped so well that you could catch a whiff of the faint scent of the cleaning solution he’d used. Even the basket of laundry had been emptied and put away. It was so nice to come home to a clean, fresh smelling home like this, you’d missed it so much more than you’d realized.

It nearly made your heart ache.

“Anakin you didn’t have to do all this.” You turned around, giving him an appreciative smile and swallowing the little lump in your throat that was trying to creep up and stop your breathing.

“I know that princess,” He said softly, the corner of his mouth curving up into a smile. “I just thought you might be able to relax a little better if i took care of it for you.”

”Thank you for being so sweet.” You whispered, inching closer to him until you were able to rest your head against his chest and allow him to hold you close.

“Anything for you doll,” He murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head lovingly. “You’re all tense sweetheart.”

Anakin rubbed your back, one hand cupping the base of your skull, his fingertips gently scratching your scalp. After a moment of standing there comforting you, he pulled back and stroked your cheek with his thumb. He sighed, smiling down at you like you’d hung the moon just for him, you couldn’t help but blush. It was an endearing quality of his, the ability to love you so thoroughly that he didn’t even have to speak the words aloud. It often made you wonder if you exuded that same warm feeling for him, you wanted him to feel it like you did.

It was odd, how one minute you were so completely enraptured in Anakin’s presence and the next you were punching down every guilty feeling or idea threatening to interrupt those sweet little daydreams. It seemed nearly impossible to get through a single line of thought without being intercepted and hijacked. It made you not want to think at all, made you wonder what it would be like to feel nothing but a void in your soul, not the kind that ached, the kind that burned your stomach and clawed your throat. You wanted the kind that was far removed from emotion the kind of void that was blank, empty and cold.

“Sorry, I- I was just thinking about getting in the shower.” you leaned back to look up into his face before getting to extricate yourself from his embrace.

“Let me come with you?” Anakin murmured, not entirely a question but not really a demand either. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You said quietly, you had missed him of course, but there was someone out there you missed more. Not due to lack of love for Anakin, simply because it had felt like years since you’d spoken to the hunter who owned you as prey.

“Yeah, c’mon Ani.” Your voice a soft tone, hoping he’d accept the sudden subdued moment between you as one of reined in lust, rather than one of longing for another.

Anakin didn’t seem to notice, too busy ushering you toward the bathroom while he was ripping his clothing off. Whipping his shirt off over his head so aggressively that you heard one of the stitches pop, soon followed by the clattering of his belt and soft thud of his jeans hitting the bathroom floor.

“Mm.” Anakin grunted in a pleased manner as he watched you undress and toss your clothes into the laundry basket. “I love that pretty little set.”

He whistled low and lustful as he stepped forward to fully appreciate the delicate fabric of your matching bra and panties. The snug bra had a cute, innocently sexy quality to it, the white and pink lace contrasting beautifully with your skin, the panties nearly entirely see through in the best way.

Anakin couldn’t stop smiling as he guided his palms over the soft planes of your physique as if he were seeing it for the first time all over again. Pausing his rough fingertips at the center of your spine he flicked his tongue out against your bottom lip and down your cheek to lave at your neck as a public declaration in purple. Both hands left a fiery wake as they slipped beneath the band of your bra and popped the clasp loose.

“Never gets old.” He shook his head and whispered quietly. “Every time I fall in love all over again.”

“Ani, n-not yet.” You stuttered as he started to drag his tongue across your chest, goosebumps cropping up over your flesh so rapidly that it startled you. “At least let me rinse off the restaurant stink!” You squealed as he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you into the shower.

”Brace yourself.” He giggled, turning on the water once you’d pulled the shower curtains closed. The water sprayed down cold upon your skin, making you gasp before it grew warmer.

“Shit, that was colder than I thought it’d be.” He shivered, chilly hands caressing your stomach until he reached the pillowy softness of your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. “Worth it.” He grinned.

”Fuck you.” Swatting at his hands in playful defiance when you realized he wasn’t just being impatient, he’d wanted you to get doused in freezing water for his own satisfaction.

”Nope.” He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your slowly warming body, his lips tickling the sensitive skin of your earlobe. “I’ll be fucking you.”

The gravelly undertone of his voice rippled across your flesh and wormed its way down the planes of your body until it ripped into the coil growing taut in your core. Just like that, quicker than a snap of the fingers, you were putty in his strong, tattooed hands. His lips trailed down your neck, nibbled across your collarbone, and traveled to your breasts. His mouth and hands took their time massaging and tasting your water slicked skin, his little teasing nibbles turning into harder, needier bites as he moaned and fell to his knees.

”You just stay right there and make those pretty noises for me.” He murmured, lifting one of your legs to hook over his shoulder before nuzzling into your cunt.

”Anakin,” panting already as you grasped at his damp hair. “Anakin just fuck me already, you’ve been teasing me since we stepped in here.” You whined, trying to pull his face away from the apex of your thighs.

Anakin’s hands roamed up your stomach and he shifted his position to tilt you farther back into the corner of the shower. He kept one firmly anchored to your hip that rested on his shoulder, the other gripped your chin with his thumb, pinky and ring fingers holding you in place. His middle and pointer finger forcing their way between your lips and pressing down on your tongue to shut you up.

”I want what I want and I’ll have it.” He growled, nipping your clit before diving back in to continue his work. His tongue tirelessly lapping at your folds, waning every time you neared orgasm until he had you desperately mewling around his fingers, your hips bucking against his smiling face. ”Keep your hands behind your back or I’ll make you wait longer.” He murmured, holding back a chuckle.

“Please?” You slurred, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth as you gagged on his fingers, your hands itching to move and force him to stay where you wanted him.

”You wanna cum?” He rasped, looking up at you beneath his thick lashes while flicking his tongue back and forth as he awaited your answer. A thick, garbled moan and rapid nod confirmed what he already knew, making him snicker as he slowly rose up.

”Well, you’ll just have to wait.” He whispered, wiping his face on your breasts, planting a kiss on your sternum before turning you until the water pelted your back so you’d face him while he soaped up your body.

”You’re joking.” You squeaked, your chest heaving with each breath as you shivered under the soapy loofah, the rough netting setting your already sensitive skin ablaze. “You can’t just-“

”Oh yes I can.” He interrupted you, a devilish smirk gracing his lips. “You were the one who wanted to wait until after the shower right?”

”But not like this! That was before you tortured me!” You whined, angrily grabbing the shampoos bottle, eager to get out of the shower and into the bed.

”C’mon doll, don’t complain or I’ll make it so much worse.” Promising more than just teasing, Anakin was promising a world full of nothing for you and all pleasure for himself.

”I need you, in a bad way.” He mumbled, spinning you to face the shower head so he could take over scrubbing your scalp and carding the shampoo down your tangled strands of hair. “Been waiting for you all evening, its your turn to wait now.” He growled, pressing his hardened erection against your ass, slotting it between your thighs to rub the tip against your folds, his rough hands gripping the base of his cock as he groaned.

“This is so mean.” You whimpered, tilting your hips backward and grinding back on him.

”You better quit.” He chuckled, samcking your hip lightly before making you turn your back to the stream of water once again to rinse the suds from your hair.

You couldn’t help but stare down at his hard, throbbing length. It stood there so proudly, so thick and pretty, adorned with that shiny silver jewelry that you never knew you needed before him. In the span of time that he’d had you distracted just by existing, he’d rinsed out your hair and rinsed himself off as well, the masculine scent of his body wash clinging to the steam of the shower.

“Time for bed?” You grinned, wiggling your eyebrows as he led you out the shower and onto the soft bath mat, wrapping you in a towel.

”Oh you’re sleepy?” He teased, struggling not to smirk. “Well, I suppose I could wait until t-“

”No! You know that’s not what I meant!” You scowled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along behind you to the bedroom.

“Moody little thing.” He mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. He used his free arm to pull you back against his chest, using your tight grip on his wrist to his advantage by twisting your arm behind your back. With that arm trapped between yourself and his chest, he leaned in closer, his plump lips brushing against you ear. “I believe we’ve discussed this before. Do. Not. Raise. Your. Voice. At. Me.”

Each word was punctuated with a pause that seemed louder than the words themselves. You’d heard that phrase. Heard it enunciated identically to this. The only difference between then and now is the person.

“What did you just say to me?” You whispered, the warmth of your cheeks, flushed from arousal turned icy cold and pallid within milliseconds.

”I said not to raise your voice at me babydoll.” Anakin said sweetly, kissing your neck chastely before releasing you from his firm grasp, spinning you out of his hold as if on the dance floor. “It’s rude.” He chuckled, backing you up to the bed.

“Right.” You tried to swallow but it seemed as if you had temporarily lost that ability, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You were startled, the aggressive embrace, the sudden change of tone, the familiar dialogue… that’s all it was. Familiar dialogue. Anakin was always a stickler for behavior, it wasn’t the first time you’d been chided by him over something small and it wouldn’t be the last. Anakin is aggressive sometimes too, this is fine.

“Atta girl.” Anakin chuckled, grabbing your chin in one hand, bringing your face closer to his for a slow, tender kiss. “I love it when you listen.” He murmured against your lips.

“Doing my best.” You laughed uncomfortably, turning your head to the side to avoid his eyes.

”Aww, feeling shy?” He teased, stepping closer until you were forced to bend backward in order to look up into his face.

Anakin cupped the back of your head in his large palm, using his free hand to hike one leg up over his hip. His tongue starting in the dip at the base of your throat, swiping side to side in a sidewinder fashion until he reached your jaw. The tip of his tongue traced the underside of your jaw lightly, traveling up the shell of your ear and ending with his teeth nibbling your earlobe.

The sensation left behind was a cold flamed fire that spread from your flesh and began to seep deep into the marrow of your bones.

“Shy?” You repeated in a whisper, having trouble forming a straight line of thought. Your brain felt off-kilter, like a switchboard operator had plugged all the cords in wrong.

“Oh, poor thing.” He snickered, pushing you down gently. “You sound kinda stupid. Maybe just let me do the talking for now okay?”

“S-sure.” You nodded, frowning slightly before one of his massive hands clamped down over your mouth.

”Good girl.” He grinned, pushing down on your stomach with his other hands laying flat, splaying his fingers to almost fully cover you abdomen. “Now lets see how long you can stay quiet.”

Diary Entry: October 14th

I love you. I love you so much. But I love that deer in the headlights look on your face when I stitch your two worlds together even more. Why won’t you just admit it to yourself? Why do you continue to torture yourself like this? It’s baffling. You’re sleeping beside me right now, if you could even consider what you’re doing to be sleep. Whimpering and mumbling in a ‘being chased by a monster In your dreams’ kind of way. I’ve tried petting you, playing with your hair and even talking quietly. The only thing that seemed to work was when I started to doodle in my notebook, maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you associate the sound of pencil on paper with safety. The brain is so weird in that way. How is it that you couldn’t ever hear me break in and roam around your apartment but you could hear me sit in the floor with your cat in my lap and write in my journal? At this point I think even taking off my mask right in front of you wouldn’t convince you to see the truth. What excuses are you giving yourself now? What excuse are you going to come up with after you find out what I’ve done?

Diary Entry: October 14th

I’m glad I kept the hall camera up. I’m glad I still check it, I’m glad I still have all the previous footage. Lacey is a liar.

October 15th

”Oh god, that’s just…” Luke gasped, the color in his cheeks draining clean to the floor beneath his as he stared at the tv in his living room.

“Why the hell do they put crime scene photos like that on the damn news? Jesus.” Han said, whipping his hand out to the side to cover Luke’s face, knowing how squeamish he was compared to the average person. The photo didn’t reveal much at all, just a blurred figure sitting upright behind a counter.

“It’s the news Han, it’s not supposed to be puppies and rainbows.” Anakin said flatly, shutting the fridge door with two beer bottles in his hand, holding them by the neck and bringing them down on his knee. The first cap popped off easily and he caught it with his free hand, shifting the bottles slightly, he brought them down on his knee again and popped off the other cap.

“Well you’d think they wouldn’t put a dead guy on screen.” Han huffed, shaking his head.

”Show off.” You teased Anakin, watching him open the beers while you were busy rinsing the dishes from dinner off in the sink to then set up in the dishwasher.

“That’s what I do baby.” He shrugged, a grin on his lips as he plopped himself down on the other side of Han, handing him one of the beers.

“It was all blurred on purpose, they didn’t show anything gross.” Anakin said to Han dismissively. “Just don't watch the 20/20 special they’ll put out. They always get their hands on a couple gnarly crime scene pictures.”

“Ain’t that right.” Luke gagged dramatically, recalling a memory of the true crime show that he and Han had watched a few weeks prior.

“I don’t get why they haven’t released the name yet.” You mumbled, leaning against the counter as you glanced at the tv. “You think it was a minor?”

“No, they would’ve said that by now.” Anakin shook his head, sipping his beer. “They’re probably waiting for the autopsy or the family or something.”

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“What you’re seeing on screen now is a security photo, taken from a CCTV camera inside the building.” A male news anchor gestured to the upper left corner of the screen where a black and white photo was being displayed. It was grainy and dark, half of the lens obscured by something. “This is the only image released to the press via the police department, we were unable to confirm if this is the only image containing the suspect.”

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“What am I even looking at?” You asked, walking up behind the couch and leaning over Anakin’s shoulder.

“I don’t see a person there.” Luke said, craning his neck to the side in an attempt to see it from a different perspective.

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“Sources state that the substance obscuring the camera lens is black spray paint, making the majority of the image completely useless.” The news anchor spoke with a clear voice, pausing for a moment before speaking again.

“Analysis has confirmed that this re-touched image holds the only current clue to who the suspect is.” He paused again while a new photo appeared on screen, slightly different in color tone and slightly less grainy. The difference of the pictures side by side was quite clear, just above the black spray paint splotch, a slightly different shade of black and grey could be seen. “Highlighted within the yellow circle, you can just barely make out the shape of a hand holding the spray paint can.”

“Police are fairly certain the suspect is wearing a black long sleeved shirt or sweatshirt, as well as black gloves. Due to the poor quality, they were unable to determine the material of the clothing and gloves.” The female news anchor took over speaking while live footage of the crime scene played on screen. Police tape, an evidence tent and a coroner’s van could be seen in the center of the shot.

”Investigators working the scene have claimed there seems to be no clear motive in the murder and no suspect has been cited. The victim was a young, well liked individual, whose family claims had ‘no enemies’.” The female anchor continued, pausing again before switching gears slightly.

“The mall will remain closed for the next two weeks while the police continue to gather evidence. All other information is being withheld from the public while the investigation is still in it’s beginning stages. More on this story tonight at 6:00pm.”

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“That's it?” Han scoffed, shaking his head in frustration at the short ‘update’. “This is almost worse than ‘Frat Lake’.”

“What?” You squeaked, the heat in your body all rising to your head at once, making you feel light headed.

“You know, ‘Frat Lake’.” Luke turned around to look at you, “Those guys they found in the cabin across the lake from ours.”

“Oh, no… I know what you’re talking about. I guess I just didn’t realize they’d given the case a name.” You said quickly, trying not to stumble over your words.

“Well it’s like one of the main things in the news still, of course they gave it a name.” Luke said, shifting in his seat to put his arm on the back of the couch. “I don’t know about you but I still don’t think that kid did all of that by himself.”

“What makes you say that?” Anakin asked, his hand reaching up to snake underneath your arm and squeeze your bicep as if he could sense your nervousness even if he didn’t consciously recognize it.

“It was all so weird.” Luke said, looking over at Han. “Didn’t they say there weren’t any fingerprints anywhere?”

“Yeah, no fingerprints, no serial number on the gun, no bullet in the one dude.” Han mused aloud, each syllable from his lips making your stomach rise an inch higher in your throat. “He left those others alive, in the closet. It just didn’t make sense.”

“Well, shit happens.” Anakin said nonchalantly. “Maybe the plan changed.” Anakin’s thumb brushed back and forth over the soft skin of your inner arm, tilting his head up and to the side to kiss your arm.

“Maybe, yeah.” You agreed, your eyes shifting away quickly as your cheeks grew hot and your throat began to itch. “He probably realized he’d screwed up big time and panicked. Maybe that’s why he posted that stuff before he killed himself.” You suggested, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation but feeling it was more awkward not to give any input. So you simply repeated a paraphrased version of what Ghost had said to you.

“Probably.” Han agreed, nodding slowly before he put his arm across Luke’s shoulder. “I mean they weren’t good people so I kind of have a hard time feeling too bad about it.”

Anakin snickered at Han’s comment, turning his head away from the group for a moment before returning his eyes to the tv.

“What? You think they should’ve gotten away with it?” Han asked with a scoff. “Maybe they didn’t deserve to die, but I think a few days in that closet might have been good for them.”

“Oh no, not at all. I’m with you 100%.” Anakin said with a crooked upturn in his top lip. “I’d say you’re probably right on the nose there buddy. That’s probably what that little shrimpy kid had in mind. I doubt he planned on them all dying. He was probably hoping they’d get found before then.”

“Great so now Han has a true crime buddy to yap about the unspeakable with.” Luke grumbled, looking over at you with a look of understanding and sympathy. His face morphed into concern when he met your eyes. “Jesus babe, you alright?”

“Ani,” You said quietly, unable to come to terms with the fact that they were all so casually speaking about the case that you’d been involved in. “I don’t feel so good.”

“C’mere.” He said worriedly as he stood up and walked around behind the couch to stand in front of you, cupping your face in his hands to inspect you. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we please talk about something else?” You whispered, feeling tired and drained compared to how lively and happy you were just moments before. Ghost was right to tell you that you shouldn’t watch the news on ‘Frat Lake’. You’d thought you were over it, but the guilt just smashed into you like a mac truck.

“Feeling squeamish?” He asked, his eyes soft and caring as you nodded. “Lukey, it’s your lucky day. No more crime-talk. We’ve upset the fairer sex.” Anakin joked, trying to break the mask of seasick green that covered your pretty face.

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief, changing the channel immediately, searching for something more friendly and less murdery. “This was supposed to be a cute double date. Not a gorefest.” He muttered under his breath.

Diary Entry: October 16

You know what? I complain in this little book a lot but honestly I just can’t help it. I’m a whiny guy sometimes and that’s okay. I can’t complain out loud. Even if I really wanted to. The other day made me feel kind of bad, after we left Luke and Han’s you were in a sluggish mood for the rest of the night. That’s okay, I get it. But I haven’t gotten all my fuckin’ done. I’ve been debating the possibility of digging Ghost back up just to get in a few extra rounds with you. I know you can handle it. You’ve done it before. Anyway, I get it. You need some time to process that conversation but please for the love of all things holy, do it quickly before I go bonkers. You’re always right here with me and I can’t get enough of you, it's always been like that but before I was able to have you so much more. I was fuckin’ for two.

Diary Entry: October 17

You keep texting Ghost. Why? It’s never a question. It’s never begging. You just tell him about your day. You tell him things you don’t tell me. Do you really love that side of me more? Is this love for the best version of myself not authentic? I wish you’d stop texting. It’d save me a world full of confusion. I don't know what the hell to do. I need you to stop. I don’t know that I want you to see the two of me blended together anymore. The longer this goes on, the more worried I’ve made a big fat mistake I become. Why do you trust him so much? It’s not like I didn’t lie to your face constantly. Knowing how badly you want Ghost to engage makes me want to bury him even deeper. I separated these two sides of myself for a reason, to give you the best and only the best. I lost that original goal somewhere along the way.

Date: oct 18th

“Can you hand me that big spoon please?” You asked Anakin as you worked around him in the kitchenette of his apartment.

“No.” He said flatly, even as he was handing it to you before you finished your sentence, making you snort softly.

“Thank you!” You said in a sing-songy voice, turning back toward the stovetop to finish stirring up the pasta sauce. “Are you almost done with those?” You asked over your shoulder.

“I’ll be done when I’m done darlin’. This takes time and precision.” Anakin said seriously, holding up a finger to signal you to wait.

“Ani…” You sighed, turning off the burner you were using and walking over behind him, pushing him to the side with your hip so you could see what he was doing. “Anakin SKywalker!” You gasped, smacking his arm.

“What?” He grinned, looking down at your red and embarrassed face. “You don’t like my cookies?” His lips in a pout.

“Just put them in the oven, we don’t even have time…” You tried to scowl but ended up with a downturned smile that gave way to surprise when you heard a knock at the front door. “See? No time to change them anyway.” You sighed.

“It’s unlocked!” Anakin shouted, scraping the left over chocolate chip cookie dough off his fingers with his teeth.

“Oh my god, this place looks… exactly as expected.” Luke snickered as he walked into Anakin’s apartment for the very first time, seeing his eclectic design and decor choices.

“Yeah, looks cool as hell.” Anakin nodded, a big grin on his face as he funneled a few stray chocolate chips into his mouth and then dusted his hands off over the sink before washing them thoroughly.

“Where’s this record collection you're always going on about?” Han asked, setting a big tote bag down on the center of the table.

“In my lair.” Anakin said, happily jogging over to his bedroom door to let Han look through them. “Feel free to dig around, I don’t mind.” He said as he flopped down onto his neatly made bed.

Meanwhile Luke was looking through the random trinkets and knick-nacks littered about the living area. Occasionally scooting something around to get a better look at it, like he was grocery shopping and searching for a ripe avocado. You heard a gasp and the sound of Luke’s ‘ew gross’ noise and quickly turned around.

“What the hell is this?” He squeaked, pointing to a jar on a shelf positioned above the couch.

“Oh, shit Luke. You scared me.” You laughed, walking over and standing up on the couch to grab the jar and bring it down for him to look at. “It’s a wet specimen.”

“It looks like a… I don't know.” He grimaced. “Is it a kitten?”

“It’s a rat.” You laughed, turning the jar slowly to give him the 360 view.

“Why the fuck would- Anakin?!” Luke shouted and after a few seconds both Han and Anakin came out of the bedroom. “Why?” Luke squeaked out, pointing to the jar is disgust.

“Oh! You met Bertie.” He grinned, walking over and picking up the jar. “Bertie was… a gift.” He said awkwardly.

“You got a rat in a jar… as a gift?” Han scoffed in disbelief.

“No, I got the rat as a gift. The jar came after.” Anakin grinned, putting the jar back up on the shelf. “Wet specimens are a form of taxidermy. Bertie was my first and only childhood pet. I wanted to keep him.” He shrugged.

“I’m… okay.” Luke blinked, sharing a look with Han. “Remember when I said he was too good to be true? I was right.” Luke frowned in disgust at the jar.

“Oh come on, it’s no big deal, we had stuff like this in the science lab in highschool. I thought it was sweet.” You defended Anakin’s odd keepsake because it really didn’t seem all that odd.

“Sweet?” Luke scoffed. “Babe. No.”

“Ah, leave him alone.” Han snickered. “You just picked up a stray cat and named him after your dead one. You’re weird too.”

“No. That’s different!” Luke insisted, crossing his arms and looking at you in hopes you backed him up but you were too busy giggling at the exchange to even pay attention.

“Ah, well. Don’t come crying to me when Art the second dies and you want him in a jar.” Anakin snickered, teasingly clapping Luke on the shoulder.

“That’s serial killer shit bro.” Han snorted, following Anakin over to the oven where the cookie timer was beeping.

“Oh yeah?” Anakin grinned widely, holding up his hand in a fist to bring down a few inches above Han’s chest. “What’s the Psycho sound effect? ‘Ree-Ree-Ree’?” He snort-laughed, bringing his fist down repeatedly in a stabbing motion.

Han laughed, dramatically going along with Anakin’s jest by slumping over on the counter and reaching out a hand for Luke, making a fake strangled gurgling noise. Anakin shot a big smile over at you before he bent down to pull out the cookie tray from the oven while Han straightened back up and went over to console a very unamused Luke.

“C’mon it was funny.” He laughed, putting an arm around him and steering him toward the kitchen table. He pulled out a chair and gently shoved Luke down into it by the shoulder.

“How do you expect me to eat when there’s a dead rat in the room?” He asked in whiny voice.

“Anakin? Do you mind?” You prompted him with an apologetic glance.

“Ugh, fine.” He rolled his eyes and made his way to the shelf, grabbing Bertie’s jar and taking it to his bedroom to stow it away while Han and Luke stayed for dinner.

“Don’t you dare fuck with my cookies!” Anakin playfully shouted as he reentered the room to see you plating the cookies out of order.

“Oh come on.” You whined as he picked you up by the waist and carried you over to the table, sitting you down next to Luke.

“I think they put us in time out.” Luke muttered, his chin resting on his fist as he watched Han and Anakin filling plates and bowls for the four of you.

“Yeah.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you flipped on the tv. “Feels like it.”

“Eat.” Anakin said firmly as he sat down a bowl and plate in front of you, returning in a second with a glass of water. “Please.” He added in a sweeter tone as he kissed your cheek and sat down beside you with his own food.

“Gimme that.” Han said, snatching the remote from your hand. He turned his seat sideways to better view the tv as he searched for the local news.

“Wait, they’ll run it again in an hour.” Anakin said, snapping his fingers to get Han’s attention. “Remember how the ladies acted last time? You want it to be worse?” He gestured to the food on the table.

“Oh. Yeah you’re right.” Han chuckled, switching off the tv for the time being, deciding that the latest press release could wait until after dinner.

“Ladies?” Luke repeated with his jaw hanging open. “Han really?”

“What?” He snickered, turning his head to grin at Anakin. “He’s right. Just looking out for you hon.” He said, ruffling up Luke’s hair.

“Oh whatever.” You muttered under your breath. “You two are awful when you’re together.” You said jokingly to Han and Anakin.

Dinner went smoothly for the remainder of the time everyone was sat together at the table. The food you’d prepared and cooked alongside Anakin was much better than he gave himself credit for. He’d wanted to order in, insisting that Granny Lee at Thai Palace was a much better cook than either of you. (She was.) But you managed to convince him that it would be like a competition to see who could host better and that seemed to change his opinion very quickly. Even more so when you allowed him to take over making dessert all by himself. Which you sorely regretted.

“Cookies?” Anakin asked, a wicked grin spread from ear to ear as he placed the neatly lined up chocolate chip cookies down onto the center of the table. You sighed, blushing deeply as you hid your face behind your hands when Han busted out laughing and Luke started to giggle.

“Darlin’, go ahead.” Anakin prompted, rubbing between your shoulder blades while chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Choose one.”

The pristine white ceramic cookie platter held a baker’s dozen of chocolate chip cookies, each housing a letter made of chocolate chips.

G-O-H-O-M-E-I-M-H-O-R-N-Y

“I suppose I’ll just take the G.” You laughed, hiding your blushing cheeks with one hand while picking up your chosen cookie with the other.

“Momma always said you gotta send your guests home with a parting gift.” Anakin snickered, tonguing his labret piercing.

“Are you kicking us out?” Han laughed, grabbing a random cookie without a second thought.

“Nah, not yet. When the cookies are gone, you two better get going unless you want a show.” Anakin grinned, jabbing you in the ribs with his knuckles to tickle you and make you laugh despite yourself.

“Shut up!” You giggled, reaching up and behind yourself to gently smack his cheek.

“Ooh, feisty.” Anakin leaned down and tipped your chin up with his middle finger, planting a kiss to your lips before he yanked on your hair and sprinted away to the couch, leaving you with a scowl as you smoothed out your hair.

“Ready?” Han asked as he walked over and plopped himself down on the floor in front of the couch to watch the press release from the local police department.

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A tall imposing police officer stood behind the dark stained oak podium, tapping a thin stack of papers into order on the wooden surface before clearing his throat and nodding to someone off camera. A few camera flashes could be seen as he leaned forward to speak into the handful of microphones situated on the podium.

“On October 13, 2024, at approximately 6:32 AM, the Police Department responded to a report of a possible homicide located at Revival Records within the East Side Mall." He made a short pause.

"Upon arrival, Officers met with an employee who wishes to remain anonymous, who discovered the deceased victim, a male identified by family members as Eric Codgins aged 24.” The officer waited a moment to flip to the next page of his pre-typed speech.

“Investigators were called in to begin immediate follow-up." He stated, looking up from his papers into the crowd.

"Those on scene learned that the victim had passed away while inside Revival Records during closing hours the previous night. The Coroner took possession of the deceased, and the results of the full autopsy are pending. The current information available reads: Victim is believed to have expired between 6:30PM to 8:30PM. The deceased was found to be missing several body parts which were found to be stowed away on the victim’s corpse.”

“There were several tools and other affects found at the crime scene that point to the work of at most, two individuals involved in the murder.” The officer sat down his papers, cleared his throat and stepped back to allow another officer to take over the podium.

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“Body parts?” You asked in surprise. “I thought they found him sitting up in a chair.”

“They did.” Han nodded in agreement as you made your way to the couch and settled against Anakin’s side.

“Well how did they… what parts are missing?” You asked in morbid curiosity.

“Baby they aren’t going to release that just yet.” Anakin said as he put his arm around you and planted a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “That’s the kind of thing they withhold for when they question someone.”

“Mmm, right yeah that makes sense.” You hummed in response.

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“We will now allot for a brief Q and A session.” The new, younger looking officer announced as they stepped up to the podium. Looking immediately regretful as reporters and the like started shouting out questions.

“There have been many rumors circulating that this crime is occult in nature due to the brutality and mutilation to the deceased." The young officer paused with his lips pursed impatiently as the crowd began speaking over him.

"We have explored this lead in great excess and are confident that it does not fit the description of any satanic or otherwise occult crimes.” He responded, another round of loud shouting starting up the moment he stopped speaking.

“We are still working closely with the coroner’s office in determining the official cause of death as well as the murder weapon." He shifted on his feet as though uncomfortable with the information he was about to give.

"What we can share with you is that the main instrument used was some type of small, handheld double edged blade. Much like a tactical knife or pen-dagger. As well as certain types of butterfly or switchblade knives; both of these variants are illegal in our state.” The young officer responded, pausing and holding up his hand to signal for the room to remain silent as a fellow officer joined him for a moment to whisper something to him.

“I’ve just been cleared to confirm a frequently asked question on the case.” He cleared his throat as his colleague stepped back. “We are aware of the use of CCTV cameras that utilize time-stamped photos as a means of security are used throughout the mall and among several other stores and workplaces throughout the city."

"There is no immediate threat to other businesses or establishments that we are aware of, though we do urge business owners to update their surveillance technology to twenty four hour surveillance taping rather than timed photos.” The officer paused again while the crowd burst into another bout of questions.

“With that being said, our investigative team has determined the CCTV photos from the crime scene have not been altered, modified or tampered with in any way before or after the crime occurred." He continued, seemingly agitated that he was continuously being interrupted.

"The only camera on site that was tampered with was located in the service hallway behind Revival Records, via the use of spray paint.” He cleared his throat again, seemingly pausing for a deep breath before preparing to answer the next top question.

“It is not known how the perpetrators worked around the timed photos, though what we can say is that there is obvious movement of objects and the victim’s position in these stills. The only photo of a suspect we have at this time is the photo released earlier this week."

"The image is obscured in such a way that our team has been unsuccessful in enhancing it any further.” The officer stepped away from the podium as the first speaker came back into view to speak once more.

“This will conclude our Q and A session for the time being. Our hearts go out to the Codgins family who will be holding a public vigil for their son in the main square, downtown tomorrow at 5:00PM. We’d like to close this session by saying that while there are no current suspects, rest assured we are working diligently to find the persons responsible for this heinous act.”

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“Well that was a crock of shit.” Han scoffed, shaking his head as he reached up to his right side to squeeze Luke’s knee.

“Do you want to go?” You asked Anakin quietly, a hint of concerned understanding lacing your words.

“To the vigil?” Anakin asked, his eyebrows raised as if he were surprised you were asking. “I mean… do you think I should? I didn’t really know him that well.”

“Well I don’t know, I just thought maybe since you saw him so often you might want to?” You asked, leaning your head over on his shoulder while playing with the rings on his right hand.

“You knew him?” Luke asked in surprise.

“Kind of?” Anakin sighed, looking at the tv screen as he spoke. “I go to that record store all the damn time so I saw him quite a bit but it’s not like we were friends or anything.”

“Was he weird or like an ass or something?” Han asked curiously.

“What? No.” Anakin snorted softly. “He was just… normal I guess. I don’t know man, he was just the guy I handed my money to, you know?”

“Right, yeah I get that.” Han nodded, while you on the other hand just quietly listened to the conversation happening around you.

Noticing that something in Anakin’s voice had changed slightly, as though he weren’t fully engaged in the topic anymore despite still speaking about it somewhat in depth with the other boys. You assumed that he was busy watching the rest of the news broadcast still playing on screen and only giving the conversation a third of his attention, splitting it between petting you and halfheartedly watching the tv.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, disguising the question as a kiss on the cheek, knowing he probably wouldn’t appreciate you asking it aloud.

“Oh, yeah sweetheart.” He mumbled, bringing his hand up to twist the ring on the left side of his lip. “I’m all good, just thinkin’ that’s all.” He smiled.

“Okay Ani.” You said in a tone that let him know you didn’t exactly believe him, but you were willing to let it slide for now.

“So you guys want to watch a movie or something?” Anakin asked, licking over his top row of teeth.

“Yeah sure, but I want some drinks or something.” Han said, rubbing his palms together.

“I’ve got beer and that’s about it.” Anakin said with a shrug. “Or actually I think my girl’s got a bottle of wine, don’t you baby?” He asked.

“Yeah but we took it to my apartment, remember?” You said, patting his hand.

“What a shame, you live so far away.” He tsk’d, smiling crookedly.

“Speaking of, why don’t you guys just live together already?” Luke butted in, always one to ask awkward questions without a filter.

“Uh…” Anakin looked over at you as if he were asking permission to answer for the both of you, but you just shrugged. “You know, that’s a great question.”

“I guess we kind of already do live together. We always sleep in the same bed every night, just not always in the same apartment.” You said with a slight laugh.

“I always imagined when I found my person that we’d move into a house, not an apartment. So maybe that’s why.” Anakin said, standing up and pulling you with him.

“Are you saying you need a realtor?” Luke asked, his voice proving his excitement at having started this conversation and bringing up this topic. “I can call my mom. She’s got a realtor lady friend.”

“Oh yeah!” You nodded, “I remember her I think, blonde, scary acrylics?”

“Yep, that’s Amy.” Luke snickered, pulling out his phone and sending a text to his mother to get the information.

“Well I guess we’re house hunting then, hmm?” Anakin grinned, smacking your ass lightly to usher you along.

“I suppose we are.” You giggled excitedly, allowing him to usher you away from the couch without really knowing why he had gotten you up in the first place.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking down over your shoulder at his hand that was firmly planted on your ass.

“Walking with you to go get that wine.” He chuckled, glancing back to see Han and Luke chatting while Luke hung off the edge of the couch.

“Oh, right.” You nodded, letting him lead the way across the hall and into your apartment.

“So do you think I should go?” He asked the moment the door closed behind the two of you and you were in the hallway alone.

“Go where?” You asked in confusion. “The vigil?”

“Yeah, do you think I should go?” He asked, unlocking your apartment door and pushing it open for you, tonguing his lip piercings. “I knew him so like, i should right? Would it be weird if I did?”

“Ani, you’re overthinking it.” You sighed, picking up your cat as she sidled up beside you and rubbed against your leg. “If you want to go, then go and I'll come with you.”

“But I don’t want to go.” Anakin shook his head, leaning against the counter. “But I feel like I should.”

“Will it make you feel better?” You asked, scratching Boogie’s head.

“Nah, baby.” He shrugged. “I don’t feel bad in the first place, there’s nothing to feel better about.”

“Really?” You asked curiously, thinking it was odd that he was making such a big deal over it but still claiming he didn’t care. “How come? I mean you seemed friendly with him, didn’t you call him by some nickname?”

“Nickname?” Anakin scoffed. “No, that was an insult. Ferdinand, you know like the bull from that kids book? I called him that because he looked like an idiot with that big ol’ honking nose ring.”

“That’s a little hypocritical for someone who has a pound of metal in their face.” You pointed out with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes at you, but smiled anyway.

“Ani, seriously though.” You said, sitting the cat down on the kitchen counter so you could walk over and smush yourself against him. “If you’re this worried about it, maybe you should go, just for your own peace of mind.”

“No, no you were right babydoll. I was overthinking it.” He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.

“If you change your mind it’s okay.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.

“I know darlin’. Thank you.” He murmured, tilting your head back in one of his massive hands to tenderly kiss you, barely parting his mouth to lick across the plumpness of your bottom lip. “You always know what to say. Always.”

“Mmm.” You hummed, smiling against his mouth.

“I love you baby.” He whispered, squeezing you a little tighter as he tucked his face into your neck, his knees bent slightly.

“I love you too.” You said quietly, your hand coming up to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Alright let’s go back over there before I end up fuckin’ you.” He sighed, sniffing as he awkwardly tried and failed to shift his half-hard dick by kicking out one leg, resigning himself to shoving his hand down his pants instead.

“Really?” You snorted, smirking as a pink tint grew across your face.

“Yes really.” He grumbled. “Your fault. Bein’ all hot and shit all the time.”

“My bad.” You shrugged and giggled, grabbing the wine bottle from the fridge and following Anakin on the short trip back across the hall where you found Luke and Han now cutely cuddled up on the couch.

“Back already?” Han smirked, shooting Anakin a knowing look.

“We have company man.” Anakin grinned. “I can wait til after you’re gone. I’m not a complete horn-dog.”

You snickered, swatting at his chest before turning away to pour two glasses of wine, one for yourself and one for Luke, handing it to him before offering your glass to Han, but he held up a beer bottle to show he’d already found himself a drink. So you happily climbed back over into your preferred corner of the couch with Anakin, tossing the boys a blanket before covering yourself and Anakin up with another, getting settled in for your movie night.

Just before Anakin picked up the remote to search for something suitable to watch, the newscasters announced the arrival of newly released, or rather, leaked photos from the CCTV at the Revival Records crime scene.

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“The photos on screen now show very miniscule changes between frames. Each picture is taken at thirty second intervals, these three photos are shown chronologically.” The female newscaster held up her hand to gesture to the left side of the screen where three photos were lined up, each with a slight change between them.

“Our sources state that the majority of photos are similar to these, depicting very small movements around the victim, whether it be objects moving across the counter or even the digital footprint of the computer which showed activity during the time of the attack.” She said, looking over to her co-host for them to take over.

“With no trace of the suspect or suspects in any of these photos, it’s hard to understand how this crime was committed. According to several twitter posts currently circulating, users are theorizing the crime was committed by someone with a military background or perhaps even a poltergeist.” The co-host said, cracking a smile at the end as a few different twitter posts went up on screen to back up their statement.

“With such a brutal crime occurring on Friday the 13th in October, there was bound to be some wild claims, especially due to the seemingly invisible perpetrator of the crime.” They said, quickly switching back to their professional approach. “Online users have officially dubbed the suspect ‘The Ghost’.”

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Your eyes snapped up to the screen as your vision went blurry, unsure that you’d heard correctly, your voice sounded far away as you asked Luke to confirm the newscaster’s declaration. After having it confirmed, a sweet taste leaked out into your mouth. Your fingers went to your lip slowly and as you pulled your hand away, you heard Anakin speaking to you as though muffled by water. The words were unclear but his tone was understandable enough that you nodded along with whatever he was saying and allowed him to leave your iron grip to grab a paper towel for you.

“Open up.” He said softly, his eyebrows pinched together in worry as he dabbed at your lip.

You did as he prompted and opened your mouth, hearing him wince as he pulled your bottom lip down carefully to expose the chunk you’d bitten out of the inside of your cheek. He sighed, tossing the remote to Luke so he could take over while Anakin tended to your self imposed wound. He carefully doctored you as best he could, wadding up a paper towel to soak up the blood trickling out to mix with your saliva while he put ice in a ziploc bag and wrapped it in a hand towel to hold against your cheek.

“You okay?” He asked worriedly, tilting and turning your face gently to check for swelling as he held the ice pack.

“Uh huh.” You nodded, your eyes not meeting his. “I’m okay.” You smiled weakly, standing up and taking out the paper towel that hindered your speech, tossing it in the trash can.

“Are you sure?” Anakin asked, following behind you closely as you curled back up on the couch and waited for him to settle beside you.

“I’m sure.” You said flatly, refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room. “Can you just sit down? Please?” You asked impatiently as he stood in front of you, wearing that same concerned expression that had been there since the moment you injured yourself.

“Right, of course babydoll.” He nodded, swallowing hard as he sat down and pulled you over into his lap. “Is this better? Can I get you anything? You’re comfy?”

“Can you stop talking?” You grumbled quietly, nestling yourself against his chest as he put both arms around you and settled your lower half between his thighs, cradling you in his embrace.

“S-sure.” He nodded, furrowing his eyebrows but not complaining or prodding any further.

“What we can share with you is that the main instrument used was some type of small, handheld double edged blade. Much like a tactical knife or pen-dagger. As well as certain types of butterfly or switchblade knives…”

The police may not know what weapon was used. But you do.

The first half of Texas Chainsaw Massacre was spent in complete and utter silence between you and Anakin. An event that had never occurred before and you assumed would never occur again. He was always giving commentary, especially with movies he loved. This shouldn’t have been a quiet movie. He should’ve been yapping about what was going on behind the scenes, what props were used in place of other things, which lines were improvised, what he thought would’ve worked better had he been in charge of directing the film. But he was so, so silent.

“Where is it?” You whispered.

“Hmm?” He hummed as though he hadn’t heard you, but you knew by the way his heart sped up that he had.

“Where is it?” You repeated yourself, trying to keep your voice as low and monotone as possible so you wouldn't alert Luke or Han.

“Baby, I dunno what you're asking me.” He said quietly, shaking his head and putting his hand on the back of your head to hold you down against his chest when you tried to pull away to look at him.

“Anakin, no you-” You started, but stopped before the next word could be formed.

“Don’t tell me no.” He said sternly. Whispering into your hair as he threaded his fingers through it soothingly. “Everythin’s fine.”

“No, no I need you to tell me right now wh-”

Suddenly his mouth was on yours as he cupped your face in both hands, aggressively, passionately, angrily kissing you. If you couldn't have a verbal argument, he’d give you a physical one. He was telling you to shut up. You were telling him to please say something, anything. He was begging you to stop asking, you were begging him to come clean.

“Jesus you guys, get a room.” Luke snickered quietly and you felt Anakin’s hand leave your face, his arm moving upward quickly, presumably flipping him off before returning his hand where it belonged.

“Oh come on I was just joking, I don’t-”

“Shut up.” You and Anakin snapped at him in unison, turning your heads simultaneously and resuming your passionate wordless discussion.

“Ew oh my god.” Luke groaned, nudging Han.

“Leave ‘em be.” Han snorted, pulling Luke up from the couch and gently shoving him toward the kitchen to gather their things and before they’d even shut the door to the apartment Anakin was whipping his shirt off over his head.

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🕸️KINKTOBER 🕷️ 2024🕸️

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DAYS 1 THROUGH 8… Established Relationship AU

[1] • CRAZY OVER YOU, BABY enhypen ot7 ↳ Clingy Girlfriend (anon) GENRE: fluff, suggestive, smut

[2] • MATCH MY FREAK riize ot7 ↳ RIIZE BF as Kinks GENRE: smut

[3] • TAP OUT txt ot5 ↳ Edging GENRE: smut

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[6] • F*#@ ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME, BABY starring Jake ↳ Impact Play + Rough Sex (anon) GENRE: smut

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[8] • QUICK FUCK starring Jake and Heeseung ↳ Car Sex (anon) GENRE: smut

DAYS 9 THROUGH 15… Friends/Strangers/Enemies to Lovers

[9] • WHY DO YOU HATE ME? starring Huening Kai ↳ Dacryphilia + Bullying GENRE: smut, crack, angst

[10] • GOOD BOY starring Felix ↳ Sadism + Masochism GENRE: smut

[11] • YOU'RE MINE starring Hongjoong ↳ Biting + Marking + Babytrap GENRE: smut

[12] • FUCK ME LIKE THIS starring Beomgyu ↳ Virgin + Body Worship GENRE: smut

[13] • TIMEOUT!! starring Hyunjin ↳ Bullying + Rough Sex + Secret Relationship GENRE: smut

[14] • CAN'T HELP MYSELF starring Jake ↳ Voyeurism + Somnophilia + Babytrap (anon) GENRE: smut

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[16] • BF X BSF starring Felix and Bangchan (reblog) ↳ Cuckholding + Double Penetration + Voyeurism GENRE: smut

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Clark wasn't sure why they bothered.

Elle Constantine looked, if anything, even less repentant about her actions during the mission after the long, thorough lecturing she’d received.

Zantanna had warned them that the girl was her father’s daughter in most ways. That young Elle was crass, messy, prone to con artistry and outright theft and lying when it suited her even when on her best behavior.

Even still, no one could say she didn’t have a good heart. Not even Bruce had doubted that her intentions in all things - while at times self-serving - were ultimately meant to help and protect people. She was, though not the shining ideal that some strove to present to the world, still every bit a hero at the end of the day.

It was the main reason that despite her reputation for mischief and mayhem, that she’d been allowed to join the Titans. Along with a heavy dosage of hope that the other teens would be a good influence on the girl. That a friendship would blossom and there’d be a change for the better as a result - even her father seemed hopeful she’d lose at least some of the rougher edges she’d picked up from him over the years.

If their hopes had any merit, Clark still wasn’t sure. Jon spoke highly of the girl and even seemed to have developed as serious a crush on her as the one he had for Damian. Reports from the team of young heroes seemed to indicate that she gelled well with the rest of the Titans offering some glimmer of hope that things were working but…

Well.

“So can I go get hosed off now, or what?” The young magician asked, flicking one hand towards the dirt and blessedly away from where Clark and Bruce were standing before her.

Blood splattered on the ground in a rolling drumbeat of heavy droplets, so drenched that her arms still dripped unsettling red even after the attempt at flicking the worst of it off. It oozed sickeningly down her wrist as she lifted one hand to examine her nails boredly, already darkening and conjealing where it puddled around her on the ground.

She was absolutely soaking in blood. Arms covered in dripping red and clotted bits of vicera all the way up to her elbows. Entire front spattered and stained so completely with offal that even the black fabric took on an uneasy sheen of red. She had an ugly smear if ichor across one cheek. A few of her unfortunate dark curls plastered to her temple thanks to sticky ichor swiped across her brow. Her mouth a gruesome, nightmarish mess of gore from where she’d sunk her teeth into flesh and torn pieces away during her vicious, feral attack.

She looked like the final girl in a horror movie.

One that had surrendered to the madness and become just as monstrous as her foe by the end.

They’d reveiwed the footage from the camera in Damian’s mask on the way over. Watching, trapped in a nauseating first person perspective, as the girl seemed to forget she had magic entirely and decended on the main demonic enemy the Titans had been dealing with like a rabid dog.

Clark, not for the first time, wished that Diana was there. The Amazon would have likely only encouraged the behavior - it was a toss up on if it was Diana or Bobo who had taught the girl how to tear into a person like that, and disturbingly likely to have been a combination of the two. But if Wonder Woman had been present at least Elle might have given him and Bruce some semblence of actual attention while they talked to her - even if it was only second hand.

From everything he knew, the Amazon was one of the very - very - small handful of authority figures that the girl truly respected. They might have had half a chance of some of the disaproval they were trying to impart sinking in if Diana was there with them. Even if all Elle took from it was a comment on her fighting style lacking in some way rather than anything of true concern. It would have at least been something. At least until Diana inevitably broke out into a proud smile and patted the girl’s head and commented about her having a warrior’s heart or some such.

That the girl wasn’t more of a terror than she already was with JL Dark’s motely crew as her main influences and John Constantine as a father was a miracle Clark perhaps wasn’t nearly thankful enough for.

“Menace!”

Speak of the devil.

Clark watched as the girl’s unimpressed expression brightened into excitement at the sound of her father’s voice rising up over the general din of the scene. Batman and Superman and their lecturing solidly forgotten as she spun on her heel to see the trenchcoat clad man striding over to them. “Dad-saster!”

In half a dozen steps and a flourish of magic the girl was leaping at the older magician and being swept up in John’s arms with a bright, excited laugh.

Constantine’s eyes were always a little sharp, even when he was in a headonistic stupor, but his gaze cut as deep as a razor as he finally released the girl from the tight hug and swayed back to look her over. The lines of his face warning all that dared to look that if he found so much as a scratch on the teenager before him that he’d bring down a fury upon the world that would make even the devil tremble in fear.

The fact that a not insignificant amount of the blood his daughter was soaked in had transfered to him during the hug didn’t help the image. His rumpled white button-up shirt suddenly a gruesome Rorscharch, and his famous trench not much better. His hands were already red from the bare few seconds of contact.

Elle perhaps was right in her assessment that she’d needed a hose to be ride of the grizzley remains of the villian she had - quite literally - torn into. Clark was definitely right in thinking that she took after her father.

Even still, despite the macabre scene they made, Clark couldn’t deny that his heart softened at least a little at the obvious love and care the usual bitterly cynical and callous magician showed his adopted daughter. The fact that the girl, even as a teenager when children so often became antagonistic and rebellious with their parents, so openly adored her father in turn didn’t hurt. If there was one thing Clark and everyone else who had ever met the girl could agree on it was this: Elle Constantine, when she loved, did so openly and with every inch of who she was.

“You alright?” Constantine had his hands on the girl’s slim shoulders, holding her out just far enough to look her up and down. “Heard you and the band had a spot of trouble.”

His face was stoney as he took in the blood, and Clark could have sworn he saw a spark of gold pop warningly at the magician’s fingertips. It was something he’d noted happened with Elle whenever she was experiencing some kind of heightened emotion. Her magic burning an acidic neon green in place of the deceptive warm glimmer of her father’s powers, making her look strangely like the more dangerous of the two.

Elle gave a small laugh, reaching out to pat one of his arms and leaving a smeared, red handprint behind. The utter disregard either had for the Gallo film levels of blood soaking the both of them made Clark feel a little queasy. It also made him think that perhaps they should have been looking into just what missions - exactly - Elle Constantine had been tagging along on over the years with Justice League Dark.

Even Bruce with his mess of unruly, defiante children he was only just barely able to keep in line was able to - mostly - shield them from the ugliest of crime scenes until they were older. That the fifteen year old girl he was watching now was so completely disensitised to so much blood was cause for a lot of alarm.

“All good. None of it’s mine.” Elle waved her other hand towards the red she was still - quite literally - dripping in. “Minor demon. Barely more than an imp.”

Clark watched as she paused, her cheerful smile flattening as something deeper and darker crept into her expression. A bleak, ravenous darkness gilding the girl’s edges in a way that made an incomprehensible cold sink deep into Clark’s bones just to glimpse. He watched, unable to look away as her already eeire white-blue eyes bled that dizzying neon green. “It went after Big Bird.”

Jon.

Clark had seen it on Damian’s footage. His son slammed hard to the ground and gasping. Horrifically vulnerable to the magic of the creature looming over him. Damian - relatively unharmed thankfully - had been pinned in place by a heavy slab of concrete, entirely unable to reach the other boy. Lian and Connor had been stuck fending off the wave of smaller, vicious creatures the demon had summoned to attack the city. Clark’s son had been at the demonic creature’s mercy and unable to do anything about it until -

“And you went and forgot all your good sense.”

Constantine - to Clark’s surprse - gave the girl a worried, disapproving frown. He sounded…well, he sounded like Clark and Bruce had just moments before the magician had arrived. Though where their lecturing had been utterly ignored, the girl did look appropriately apologetic and chastized at her father’s words.

Constantine didn’t let go of her, though his hands did move to settle on her upper arms. Not a painful, cruel grip but the hold of a man trying very hard to not let his desperation bruise the precious figure before him. Love for one’s child bred the deepest fear Clark had ever known, and it seemed that not even Constantine was immune to such things.

“I know. I just…” Elle’s eyes, now back to their unnerving original color, dropped to stare at the sloppy knot of her father’s tie, not meeting his gaze in the way guilty children were prone to. “I didn’t even think I just saw him there and the thing was going on, talking about carving out his heart and -”

Clark hadn’t heard that part.

Damian had been too far away for the mic on him to pick up the demon’s words, only the low gutteral hissing noises that rattled throughout the monsteroys entity’s voice. Clark felt that same uncomfortable mix of unease and thankfulness towards Elle for what she’d done to protect his son that seemed to be a staple of dealing with the Constantines.

“And you’re lucky your brothers had the sense you didn’t.” Constantine jumped in. Giving the petite girl in his hold a small, gentle shake. “If they’d been as wound up as you were all four of you could have been in the shit in a serious way.��

Clark glanced towards Bruce at the mention of Elle’s brothers, trying to gage his partner’s reaction to the mention of them. It was still unclear the situation surrounding Elle’s “brothers” and who - or what - they were. Elle’s file only said the girl shared a link with her three older brothers and that they were always with her. Whether the entities mentioned were actually the girl’s brothers or if it was merely what she had come to call them was…unclear. Plenty of magic users could create bonds with supernatural entities, and some even refered to them as companions or friends.

A few absent comments from Justice League Dark implied that there was something else going on. Though attempts to get more information were usually shut down. Responses ranging from polite but firm statements that it wasn’t a story for anyone but Elle herself to share, to outright hostile shut downs of the subject. Seeing Detective Bobo so uncharacteristicly furious when it had been brought up with him had been…unsettling, to say the least. The chimpanzee was usually a calm, level headed sort. That much emotion was startling and - to those familiar with him - more than enough to know to leave the subject alone.

“I know.” Elle said, voice soft and terribly young sounding. The stubborn expression edged with contrition that settled onto her face a moment later was all John Constantine. Adopted or no, she was truly her father’s daughter.

As terrifying a thought as that was.

Lifting her eyes to meet her father’s stern expression levely, Elle titled her chin at a stubborn - annoyingly familiar - angle. “I’m not going to say sorry for it.”

Constantine for his part, only sighed in the face of his own mulishness being turned on him. Clark couldn’t blame the man. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d found himself staring down at his own tightly held sense of justice or Lois’s unshakable determination while talking with Jon. It was hard enough when you had a kid that took so much after his hellcat of a mother, Clark couldn’t imagine what it might be like to have one that took after Constantine.

The magician closed his eyes for a moment, clearly debating with himself, before opening them again to fondly roll them at his stubborn, crass daughter. Shifting them around so she was tucked against his side under one arm he cast his gaze over the ugly remains of the battlefield. The way his stern disapproval had melted into an impressed expression did not bode well for the girl getting any more lecturing on her decision making in the feild that day.

“Not gonna ask you to be.” He said, tone of his voice strange and fond all at once. “But it’s something we’re gonna have to work on. Especially if your going to be crashing with these Titans of yours now too.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Elle was going to be staying at the Tower with the rest of the kids on weekends and over stretches of their vacations from school.

Clark had forgotten about that part of their little Elle Constantine Domestication plan.

He watched, feeling a bit ill, as Jon and the rest of the Titans - sensing that the book had been firmly shut on the discussion between Elle and the League members - swept in to swarm the girl. The gaggle of teens fussing and fawning over their team mate in celebration of her (brutally vicious) victory. Constantine patting his daughter on the back hardily and giving a smoke filled laugh as Jon scooped the younger magician up and spun her in a grateful hug, dropping her down on the ground just so Cheshire Cat could tackle the smaller girl in anther fierce embrace.

Blood was smeared across the Crest of El emblazoned upon Jon’s chest, darkening the blue of his sleeves, a line of red swept along his collarbone and neck where blood-soaked curls had been tucked a moment ago . A gruesome impression of the girl that had just been in his arms, staining his suit with Elle’s silhouetted after image. An ugly reality of what the girl was capable of that Clark’s son seemed entirely indifferent to.

Clark tried not to think of it as some kind of omen.

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Info on the AU:

This is a "Danny doesn't know he was cloned" AU where Elle and the other clones realized things were Not Good (TM) and escaped while they could, eventually ending up crossing paths with Constantine and eventually getting adopted by him (it's a toss up on who is more surprised by that: Elle and her brothers, the world at large or Constantine himself).

In this au the escape escape from Vlad didn't quite go to plan and Elle was the only one that made it out largely in tact (read: wasn't turned to goo by Vlad). She was so desperate not to loose her brothers that she managed to grab onto their Cores before they total destabilized and fused them with her own, to uh...complicated results.

Effectively, Elle's Core is keeping all of them going which leaves Elle pretty weak in the ghost power department, since her Core is basically an overloaded fusebox one bad day from blowing completely. Her brothers end up behaving more like how Deadman does in DC, where they can only be seen/heard by magic users and the like, only with the added limitation that they can't go too far away from Elle or all of them will end up having issues from it.

All to say Elle relies more on the magic John and Zantanna teach her than her ghost powers. Oh and the teeny-tiny issue that if Elle destabilized it wouldn't just be her End, it'd be the End for all of her brothers to.

Good thing Vlad doesn't know that she survived :) It'd be a shame if he found out and tried to do something to use her against Danny :) If anything happened to her and her brothers that sure would be bad :) Especially with Constantine in the mix :)

#dpxdc #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #clark kent #john constantine #constantine adopts elle au #jon kent #clark is not emotionally prepared for elle to be running around Titan's tower unsupervised #super serious chaos #pre super serious chaos

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houseofthedragonn · 2 months ago

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Could you possibly do a Cregan x rhaenyra oldest daughter reader fic where cregan and reader are in kings landing to support Luke’s claim to driftmark. When vaemond insults rhaenyra’s children, this includes reader. Before daemon can behead vaemond, Cregan does it instead. But instead of using a sword, he uses his bare hands, tearing the upper jaw from the head (like in twilight lol). And just like how targaryens are magically connected to dragons, the Starks are magically connected to direwolves so Starks are kinda like Westeros’ ver of werewolves if that makes sense? and reader goes into labor after Vaemond is beheaded. And then after a hard and long labor, Alicent demands that the newborn baby be brought to her but instead of complying, cregan refuses and belittles her in front of everyone for daring to ask that his wife whom just gave birth, let their child be taken away so soon? And make it as long and detail oriented as possible! Thank you!!!

cregan x rhaenyra’s eldest trueborn velaryon

SYNOPSIS - rhaenyra and ser laenor sired only one trueborn child, their eldest. noticeably favoring your velaryon father unlike your 3 younger brothers, the only with both his and your mother’s silver hair of old valyria. but your uncle vaemond’s sharp tongue seals his fate at the hand of your husband, lord cregan stark.

WARNINGS - NO SMUT, angst, gore

WORKS

“HER CHILDREN… ARE BASTARDS! AND SHE… is… a whore…” My uncle Vaemond spat treason towards his future Queen, my mother, brothers and I. Never one to hide his true contempt for the fact we were not all Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor’s trueborn children.

None except for me.

As Jacaerys and Lucerys favored our father not one drop. Their skin as pale as our mother’s, like the moon. Almost as pale as her hair, that again only I seemed to favor. Having both her and my father’s silver untamable curls of old Valyria, that neither Jace nor Luke had.

Their hair as dark as that of Breakbones, Ser Harwin Strong. It was no secret that my father and theirs both loved my mother, but for different reasons. Mine did for the freedom she gave him to be himself, and I saw the beauty in that.

As much as I hated the problems it caused for my bastard half-brothers, who were just my brothers to me. So I took offense just as much as they did, despite my undeniably violet eyes being the last piece of damning evidence.

That I was in fact their only trueborn Velaryon child.

My offense was not mine alone, though, as my husband, Lord Cregan Stark, felt what I did just as deeply. If not more, as he hated seeing me upset. Let alone disrespected. Loyal to a fault, he had to do something to defend my honor. He knew I normally was more than capable of doing that myself, but now I was nine months pregnant. With our first child. And he had been driven mad with the urge to protect you both more and more these last few months. Especially that night, a full moon.

“I… will have your tongue for that,” the ailing Viserys struggled, shakily standing from the Iron Throne.

Meanwhile my uncle Vaemond smugly stood there knowing the old man could do nothing to him anymore. But behind his back, my great-uncle Daemond unsheathed his sword. Stark had beat him to the punch.

His fist bursting through the back of the man’s head. The packed court in the Throne Room all shrieked, watching on in horror. As my husband tore the upper jaw from my treasonous uncle’s head with just his bare hands. Wasting no time in unsheathing Ice. Staying firmly strapped on his back but its weight he carried as if it were merely a feather. The six foot long blade as tall as he was, if not a few inches taller. And as wide as one of his broad shoulders. I was amazed he did not even need to use it.

But horrified at the sight of my dead uncle falling over, his head split in half horizontally. A pool of blood oozing from his neck and lower jaw.

“His tongue, my King…” Cregan knelt before my grandsire, his bloodied big hand holding it in his palm as an offering.

Viserys was genuinely speechless and exhausted from sitting the Iron Throne all afternoon. He did not know how to react.

“Seize Stark!” Someone shouted as the King’s Guard all drew their swords on Cregan.

Who I worried for despite knowing he easily could have killed them all on his own. But that worried panic was enough to cause more calamity: my water breaking. I was going into labor.

“No! Call the Maesters for my grandsire and I… Should you want your King to live to meet his great-grandchild!” I hissed at flailing soldiers all wanting to play hero and arrest my husband.

Alicent just played the worried wife to my grandsire as Stark protectively came to my side as Hightower drew closer. Leaving her pack of children as I watched my uncles Aegon, Aemond, and aunt Helaena all react different to the death.

Whereas I did not even caring about the blood on his hands he got on my dress at first, still in shock.

And knowing my own would be all over it very soon. I fell, faint, with Cregan carrying me to the nearest Maester. Howling at the top of his lungs for someone to help me, or else Stark would do to them what he did Vaemond.

A Maester appeared at once. And I was whisked away to the nearest private room. Cregan knew I would never wish for our first child to be born in that cursed Throne Room. It was just my handmaidens, wet nurses, Maesters and I, until Stark demanded entry.

When denied, he asked which of them would stop him, to which they obliged. Cregan at my side the entire time through my labor as long as it was difficult.

“It’s a son!” A nurse rejoiced finally after several hours, as did I.

Thanking the gods that I was able to give Cregan and heir with our first child. And survive. Despite him telling me he would have been just as happy if our child were born a daughter. As long as he still had me.

“Princess… the Queen has requested that the child be brought to her… immediately.” Elinda, one of my handmaidens had a sullen look as she informed me.

“Why?” I asked, a sweaty, bleeding mess.

Still panting and crying with Cregan as we held our new born son in our arms. Jonnel, or Jon, as I preferred. When we received no answer, I strained to stand, “I’ll take him myself.”

“You should remain abed, Princess—” Another nurse insisted.

“Yes, I should!” I yelled in response, before easing up, “Help me dress.”

My handmaidens helped despite my hard to help state, shaking, sweaty, as I braced for the afterbirth after the managed to pull my dress back on over my chemise. Cregan held our son the whole time, a nurse cutting the cord. And before we knew it our new little family was off the birthing bed and out the door to see the wretched Queen.

“I’m coming with you,” Stark pledged, after I let him help steady me with his other arm.

My hand on our swaddled babe in his arms the entire time. As no one would dare try to grab Jon from his arms after seeing what Cregan did to Vaemond.

Not even Alicent, as mad of a Queen she was, she was not that mad. But did have her choice remarks to give. As Jon was born with eyes as purple as mine, not Stark grey like his father’s.

As Alicent spat, “Like mother, like daughter, I suppose…”

Not so secretly calling me a cheating whore with her not so veiled accusation.

“How dare you!” Cregan did not care she was the Queen, he still screamed at her. “Are you that insecure in your power a babe is a threat? You did this when my wife and her brother were born… but I’ll be damned if I let you do this to our son! Who I know is mine because I was there on our marriage bed when we made him, my Queen… in time you’ll see his purple eyes are the only way he favors his mother. Because Jon is a Stark! And you are nothing more than a scared Queen.”

Cregan let Alicent hear it.

Every word he knew you both ever felt and thought about her. And her unjust treatment of the rightful Queen, my mother, brothers and I.

Her Queensguard took that threat seriously and drew their swords on his again.

Only for Alicent to surprise us all.

“If you say so, Lord Stark. But at least my children with my husband are all just that: his children. And he will never have to wonder if they are the child of another man.” Alicent let her words sink into him like swords before she left quickly with her guardsmen.

Still shaken from what she saw my husband do earlier.

I did not blame her. As was I. He was still my uncle after all. And my aunt Rhaenyra had already lost so much to the Stranger of death. But I knew he only did it to defense my honor. And my grandsire did say he would have his tongue for that. My husband has made sure of that.

“Fuck the Queen. She knows not of what she speaks. I know Jon is my son!” Stark seethed, shaking in anger as I took our son back from his arms to mine. Cregan wrapping his arms around me, around us.

“And the next person to say he’s not your son can meet the same fate as my treasonous uncle… at your bare hands, husband.” I sighed weakly, as Stark guided me back to bed for us all to finally get some well deserved rest.

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inhuman-obey-me · 1 year ago

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🕶 with Barbatos please??👀 also yes on MC! (sorry for being specific, you can ignore it if you want but can it be directed at mc i'm not normal about Barb)

"I saw a little thing I didn't like you tried to hide." - Barbatos/MC

content warning: blood, reference to torture/gore

Barbatos has a reputation.

It is one that you remind yourself of at times, when you get lost in his sweet words and even sweeter treats. Those soft smiles, his ever-readiness to serve, his meticulous attention to detail so that things were always perfect for you – he would insist you had him wrapped around your finger, but sometimes you wonder if it truly isn’t the other way around.

After all, while you loved that side of him – one that few had the privilege to witness – you could not help but be intrigued by the part of him that reigned in the shadows.

The part of him that delighted in the slow torture of a traitor. The part of him that could use a knife to cut up a bleeding-heart artichoke just as deftly as an actual bleeding heart. The part of him that could drive someone mad just by warping the space around him, damning them to experience eternity in a matter of seconds.

Perhaps you were a bit too intrigued, your morbid curiosity having led you now to wander the dark halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle in search of him. He was supposed to meet you at the foyer earlier, but when the ever-punctual demon was nowhere to be found, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to see if you could catch the consistently composed butler off-guard, unprepared.

A fool’s quest.

You pass an archway and stop in your tracks, swearing you heard a faint scream from down below. A metallic scent pervades, your stomach churning as you take a step, and then another, and yet another – slowly descending the stairs, unsure of what you’ll find at the bottom.

It’s dimly lit, torches along the walls flickering with magic flames. Your eyes adjust, and your heart nearly skips a beat as you see Barbatos in the distance. You dive behind a wall, peering around the corner to observe.

He seems to be talking to someone, though you can’t see who. A cell, you think, as you notice the iron bars gating certain areas. The light catches on an object in his hand, something silver, and you realize he’s cleaning it off with cloth. Your own hands fish out your D.D.D., opening the camera function to zoom in and get a clearer look.

Oh.

He’s splattered with blood, standing in a pool of it. It’s a sight to behold, and you’re unable to tear your gaze away from him. Slowly, your finger goes to the capture button, taking a photo of the scene. You duck back into the passage, checking to see how the shot turned out – and chills run down your spine as Barbatos seems to be looking straight into the lens.

“Tsk, tsk.” Gloved fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, forcing you to turn around to meet a dark gaze that you knew all too well. “I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide.”

“B-Barbatos!” His name leaves your lips in a squeak. You don’t know how he got to you so fast, but you do know it’s better not to question it. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t show up earlier and I got curious and wanted to look for you so I ended up down here and then I found you but I didn’t want to disturb you and –”

He puts a halt to your rapid explanation with a single finger against your lips, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry, my dear. It’s not like me to forget or lose track of the time. I must make this up to you immediately.” He lets go of your wrist, examining you once over before taking a step back. “But first, I need to freshen up. Shall we go upstairs?”

With a nod, you follow him back up to the brighter hallways of the castle, though he pauses once you’re at the landing. “...And what are you going to do with that photo?”

“Oh.” You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks. “I, uh … just kind of wanted it for myself.”

“Is that so?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, see the way his lips twist into a smirk. “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I can let your little reconnaissance slide. Next time, however,” he leans in close, breath ghosting your ear. “Just ask.”

#SORRY this is late #wrapping these up for real now #will finish up the last couple this week #but yes we're also not normal about barb totally understand #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos x reader #om! barbatos #obey me nightbringer #obey me fic #obey me drabble #writings #4000 follower celebration #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 month ago

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Was at the movies with fam (watched a thriller), got mad at seeing the trailer for the live-action "How to Train Your Dragon" remake so here's Au ideas me and the sibs have had for ages:

Toothless is a female Night Fury, and she was so patient and caring for Hiccup cus she basically adopted him like a mama cat do (as my siblings and I theorized after watching the first film as kids).

Toothless is truly the only Night Fury by virtue of being the result of magic and/or interference from the gods.

Toothless is Loki; currently in the middle of his regularly-scheduled exile from Asgard for his mischief. The dragon body is a curse and/or a chosen form.

"Night Furies" are just a melanistic variant of an existing species.

Hiccup, being a weedy little non-traditionally-masculine guy, would have likely been seen as an "Argr/Ergi" by the Hairy Hooligan/Berk tribe. And instead of (or addition to) sending him to work with Gobber in the smithy, Hiccup would have been mentored under Gothi the Elder/The Wise Woman. This is because in traditional Norse folk belief, only women and "Ergi" (or gay/nonbinary men in general) could perform magic (especially seidr or prophecy). In this case, Stoick's distaste in Hiccup's perceived "unmanliness" becomes more a fear that; "Oh gods my son is a gay wizard. How is supposed to be Chieftain now!?". Meanwhile, Hiccup is confused why his dad wants him to be the Viking equivalent of a priest.

Going off what occurs in the books; ROMAN EMPIRE JUMPSCARE! No one bothered to tell the Viking's enemies that the "barbarian tribes" they've been trying to colonise now got dragons on their side! Cue the Romans pulling up with Greek Fire to combat the dragons!

Monster Hunster fusion/crossover. Turns out the Berk dragons are just small fish in an ocean of leviathans. Toothless is possibly a Chaotic (?) Gore Magala with a hormonal problem that makes him unable to molt into a fully adult Shagaru Magala.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #ramblings #httyd aus #hiccup haddock #stoick haddock #monster hunter #crossovers

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salyamiliker · 2 months ago

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Alice / small animation

I continue to try to make animation, this time I suddenly decided to draw Alice.

She lives not far from Las Vegas, so she regularly visits various gambling establishments, and, as I have already mentioned, she likes to play poker. Finally, as she is also a witch, she will not fail to use her magic tricks~

However, in those places where Alice usually happens to be, many other supernatural beings are gathered, and everyone has a weapon up their sleeve~

From time to time Melissie also flies to hang out in some casino, but it seems that Alice prefers to watch her from the side.

By the way, I have a small question for you, what kind of human-like supernatural beings do you know? And then I suddenly realized that my knowledge was limited to witches, vampires, werewolves and mermaids😅

// refers to #madnessgoreandmagic

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Я продолжаю пробовать делать анимацию, в этот раз я вдруг решила нарисовать Алису.

Живёт она неподалёку от Лас-Вегаса, так что регулярно наведывается во всякие игорные заведения, и, как я уже упоминала, любит порубиться в покер. Конечно, так как она тоже ведьма, она не преминет воспользоваться своими волшебными фокусами~

Однако, в тех местах, где обычно Алиса бывает, собирается много других сверхъестественных существ, и у каждого припрятан туз в рукаве~

Время от времени Мелиссие тоже прилетает позависать в каком-нибудь казино, но, кажется, Алиса больше предпочитает наблюдать за ней со стороны.

Кстати, у меня к вам небольшой вопрос, каких человекоподобных сверхъестественных существ вы знаете? А то я внезапно осознала, что на ведьмах, вампирах, оборотнях и русалках мои познания ограничиваются😅

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eldritch-spouse · 19 days ago

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...what if... I want to be fucked all the way by magus...

[I assume you meant no gore.]

TW: Unrealistic anatomy; Mild body horror; Unhygienic descriptions

What a conundrum.

You know, immediately, there's only one person who you can come to with this request. Because there is absolutely no chance the god of this abominable pit would ever humor this depraved request... You have to approach the incubus.

Santi started drooling the moment you said "all the way", and excitedly dragged you to his room. He let you know he's immediately invested and honored to be able to help you achieve your dreams (you appreciate the support, but it's more of a nightmare that unfortunately turns you on), although the small glass bottle he dangles before you comes with a predictable caveat- That he be present for the entire ordeal. For your safety honey, he winked.

It tasted like overly sugary juice and clung to your throat for a couple of moments.

Give me a kiss, he had requested. And although it puzzled you, it didn't take long to understand that he wished to supply you more magical help for the endeavor. After all, his drool is an arousal stimulant, and a flexibility aid as well. So, of course you made the most out of the sloppy embrace, hearing him chuckle in anticipation.

By the time you reached the aquarium, you were already burning alive with want.

Santi looked self-satisfied and Glauk ran over sniffing and pawing, intrigued by how much need you projected.

Magus peeked at you above the waterline, and you smirked devilishly.

...

The images have been circulating all over The Clergy's staff's phones.

High-definition footage of you held in the air by the gaunt, long hands of a mermonster so much larger than yourself. Both of you exchange heated glances and breathing hard. Magus looks at his own engorged length parked at the rim of your already stretched hole and silently asks you if you've gone mad- But neither of you can wait too long before he starts pushing in and clipped moans ring out.

The footage cuts, a different angle is now available, perfectly highlighting the growing bump climbing up your abdomen the more Magus manages to feed his length into you. It glows from beneath your skin, offering an obscene view as it pushes harmlessly past your organs. You cannot breathe, your body straightens and your mouth is wide open but not a sound makes it through- Because Magus is getting there, grunting and growling and pulsing inside you.

He grips you firmly, stopping your twitching limbs from jostling you too much. What might have been a moan or a scream comes out of you only as a wheeze, your eyes roll and water when the mermonster's drooling cock finally exits your mouth, stretching your jaw in a way that might have popped it loose if you weren't loaded with magic.

The video cuts again, it's undetermined how much later this takes place in, but Magus is now half-lounging on the deck, one hand supporting his body, the other pumping your limp form up and down his wriggling cock like a pocket pussy, a living toy that can take whatever he does. Magus' mouth hangs open as he puffs his pleasure, watching himself skewer you repeatedly and shuddering at the tightness of your insides. It's pretty clear you don't have much of anything going on in your head, twitching, tears falling down your soaked face, occasionally convulsing in what a viewer can only assume is a sign of orgasming. When Magus rattles and groans like a beast, he blows a load through your mouth, never ceasing his motions as the monster's seed coats your front and pools obscenely at the corners of your mouth, coats every inch of your digestive track, only to return to your mouth. You don't choke, don't even cough, just hang from his dick like a soggy sock.

In the final clip of the video, the very same merman is visibly shaken with concern, trying to get you to move as he gently cleans you, checking the state of your orifice. You're not unconscious, just limp, a lopsided smile on your face. Finally, your lungs return to their place and you yelp- The first sound you've made in a while.

Magus immediately sags with relief, and the video ends there.

#Magus oc #Santi oc

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deadghosy · 9 months ago

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𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇! ||𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

Synopsis: accidentally killing one of the most popular Slytherins, you tried to bring him back only for him to not be the same as before.

Inspired by American horror story; Coven

Viewer discretion: brain dead Theo, choking, biting, slight panic attack, Zombie!Theodore not knowing personal space, gore/blood/death mentionss.

MONSTOBER

Shit… shit.. shit…..SHIT! You don’t mean it! You didn’t at all! Your eyes are blown out wide at the dismantled body in front of you. You can’t believe you killed him…You didn’t mean to kill him. Your heart beating loudly in your ears as you fell to your own knees. You slowly felt tears prick your eyes.

You were only practicing your magic. Your own magic. Not Hogwarts, not dark magic. Your own. You didn’t hear Theodore coming from behind you. But it was too late as he startled you into shooting him. Shooting him with the magic that killed him. A pool of blood reaches to you. Scatters of brains sprayed the crisp green grass. You scream backing up, gripping your wrist as a sort of calming gesture. But it’s helping. You kept saying, “it’s not your fault.” But it is, isn’t it? You gotta fix this. You can’t let anyone know that you killed the Theodore Nott. Not a single witness.

Dragging Theodore’s body. It felt sickening. You couldn’t really pick up his damn body. He was taller than you! And with his playing quidditch, he definitely has some pounds on him.

Finally getting to your dorm. You set him on the floor, getting your magic book your folks had gave you so you could practice your own family magic. That’s where you found the spell to bring back the dead. Without hesitation you chanted the words, placing your dominant hand on the bloody chest. The lights flickered in your room, each word you chanted a green and gold aura surrounded you and the dead Slytherin. As the spell ended, you opened your eye and waited it out.

Soon, Theodore stared to groan softly. His normal dead eyes looked..more dead. You gasp shocked. He looked emotionless as he only eyed you in your dorm. His skin was so pale that you started to curse in your mind. Before you knew it, Theodore snapped and attacked you. Gripping your throat with a strong grip, grumbling nothing but mumbles. You clawed at his arm. “Th-theo! Sto-" he suddenly stopped. Loosening his hold on your neck as his eyes looked normal before returning to that dead look. He let go and sat down like a child.

You coughed holding your neck. Getting your breath back. Theo stared at you again. With that dead look that made you shiver. “I…I’m sorry Theo..you must be mad I killed you. But you’re back.” You smiled a weary expression. Theodore tilt his head, clearly confused with his own emotions. Narrowing your eyebrows you slowly moved towards him. Reaching your hand to him, he bit you. “AH! MOTHER FUCKER!” You kicked him at his chest gaining a small groan. “Gr…aughh..” you let out a groan, getting up you checked if the bite was deep only to sigh out of relief. “Fuck…fuck…okay so you don’t really have the normal brain. Fuck me…”

You hissed still holding your bitten hand. Theodore however seemed to be in his own world. His messy brown hair sticking to his forehead after your kick. It seemed he was actually thinking for once as he’d seen you walk back and forth. You were also in your own world. Thinking about how you were gonna talk to the professors about your mess. Or more so your own people. Maybe they can make him more normal? You didn’t seem to realize a tall brooding body behind you. You turned around to only flinch.

He towered over you. Theodore opened his mouth, his lips chapped lips sticked together as he did so. “…Y…Y/N…..” your eyes widened. Backing up with each step, he stepped to you closer. Theodore grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “Y…y/n…” you couldn’t believe it…no fucking way. Theodore started to hug you. And you just stood there confused and scared. Was he slowly gaining his memory back? Or was it some sorta of confusion? Connection? Whatever it was. You didn’t know if you liked it or not. As whatever this Theodore was doing, he was making sure you won’t leave his side.

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thera-daydreams · 11 months ago

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SCARLET & SHADOW

ᱬ The Darkling x Scarlet Witch!Reader ᱬ

[aleksander morozova x wanda maximoff!reader]

Warning: This will be very canon-divergent, considering that it will be a fix-it fic for the Darkling's story. Will contain elements of violence, manipulation, and gore present in the series. Plus, mentions of depression, trauma, regret (as W. Maximoff) and the inclusion of possible adult themes in the later chapters.

Majority of this will also be based on the Netflix show since I haven't read the entire books yet. There may be inaccuracies and a whole lot of changes. You have been warned!

Otherwise, proceed and enjoy! ♟️🌹

(Sidenote: So... okay. I'm deciding to write this and make it a formal fanfic—as per previous post one and post two—because I seriously cannot sleep with the overwhelming inspiration I'm getting from shipping these two characters. Aleksander and Wanda are practically the same person in different fonts. They both did shitty, selfish things but I need to give them a happy ending. Together. Somehow. And hate it or love it, I firmly believe this idea should be shared to the world. If you know my other JJK fic, you'll know Wanda is an obsession of mine. Also, also, also! Please bear with me if updates are scarce. I'm juggling my academic review, work, another unfinished fic, and my daily fangirling. 🥹)

1. once upon a dream

Aleksander had dreams of you long before he even knew you. Maybe it was the stress of this neverending war. Either way, you weren't real anyway... were you?

(3.9k words)

2. coincidence

The Black General finds himself magnetized by the seemingly inconspicuous gardener in the Little Palace. He gets to know you, contemplating life. Just when he thought you were just a strangely wise, young otkazat'sya woman, he finds out why exactly you decided to work in the Little Palace.

(2.5k words)

3. reflection

You are confronted by a certain Shadow Summoner about your motives in bringing the kids to the Little Palace. He realizes that you've loved and lost so deeply, eerily the same as he had. Perhaps that's the reason why he was so drawn to you; he could see his reflection in your eyes. But the more answers the Darkling got, the more questions he had. Unfortunately for you, Aleksander was a patient and persistent man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

(4.8k words)

4. haunted

You were no powerless otkazat’sya, Aleksander finds out the hard way. He’s pushed you too far, and he’s left to deal with the aftermath of the new knowledge he half-regrets he gained. On the other hand, you see something bad about this new world that wished you had never seen.

(6.0k words)

5. ?

(tba)

... more chapters?

Synopsis:

"No more magic." You swore to yourself after the madness that you'd spiraled into; the chaos you'd wrecked upon the Multiverse under the influence of the Darkhold. Now, you had destroyed the Darkhold in every universe.

The last universe that had a Darkhold? Safe. Book of the Damned, gone. It was a land with no heroes, gods, or sorcerers... just... normal people and... Grisha? Either way, it was time for your atonement. Your repentance for your mortal sins.

But when you save and bring three orphaned Grisha children to the Little Palace, working as an otkazat'sya gardener to secretly keep an eye on them, it turns out that a certain Shadow Summoner begins to have his eye on you, instead.

taglist: @idohknow @robertthehoover @the-desilittle-bird @pearlstiare

#thera.writes #the darkling #darkling x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #shadow and bone #multiverse of madness #wandavision #grishaverse.works

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Highs and Lows pt. 1

a/n : Logan was my first love, I'm so excited he's getting the appreciation he deserves <3 There are not nearly enough slow burns for this man so ... here we go?

w/c : 2146

warnings: war, descriptions of gore, angry Logan

Tennessee , 1862

Bodies lay broken on the battlefield, a bleak expanse where life had been stamped out by the merciless weight of war. The sky, once vibrant with the colors of dusk, was now a dull gray, smothered by smoke and the stench of death.

Just a few miles north, a field hospital was a scene of chaos and suffering. Blood-stained tents and rows of cots filled with maimed soldiers. She stood alone, her once white apron ruined by gore, her eyes hollow with exhaustion. Torn banners fluttered weakly in the wind—the last gasps of the dying echoing from the trees. It was a chorus of agony that clawed at her mind, driving her to the brink of madness.

She longed for silence, a moment of peace. But there was no peace to be found here, no quiet moment to ease the turmoil within her.

Her hand trembled as she reached out to the nearest soldier, his face twisted in anguish. She could feel the life slipping from him, could sense the darkness closing in around his soul. She held his hand and, with a murmured word, his breathing slowed, the scowl on his face melting into tranquility. His hand went limp under hers.

She could feel the dark toll of magic creeping up her arms, the black veins spreading further toward her heart. For every life she spared, there were dozens more she could not save. The weight of their suffering bore down on her like a curse, a reminder of her powerlessness in the face of such overwhelming destruction.

Her magic, once a source of pride and purpose, now felt like a burden she could hardly bear. Every spell she cast drained her, every life she touched took a piece of her with it. And still, the cries continued, an unending dirge that filled the air, drowning out all thoughts of peace.

*Enough,* she thought bitterly, her eyes closing against the horror before her. *Let it end. Let there be silence, if only for a moment.*

She sat on the side of the cot right behind her, the soldier covered by a white sheet. A big red circle marked where his chest used to be, torn to pieces by a cannonball.

He was a lost cause from the beginning, gone in an instant.

“Lucky,” she mumbled to herself. Gathering a breath to prepare herself for the next patient, she felt something twitch beside her.

A horrified gasp escaped her. She scrambled to get away, knocking over various bottles and buckets that littered the floor.

A pulse, faint but insistent, thrummed through the air, drawing her attention. She hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the strange energy radiating from his prone form. It was unlike anything she had felt before—raw, wild, untamed.

Against her better judgment, she approached him again, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached for the sheet covering his body and slowly pulled it back.

The sight that greeted her was both horrifying and impossible.

His chest was torn open, a gaping wound that should have claimed his life long ago. The flesh was shredded, bone exposed, blood soaking into the ground beneath him. But as she watched, the torn muscles began to knit themselves back together, the ragged edges of his flesh crawling across the wound in a grotesque dance of regeneration. The gash closed before her eyes, healing with a speed that defied all logic, all laws of nature.

She recoiled, her breath catching in her throat. This was no ordinary soldier. No human should have been able to survive such a grievous injury, let alone heal from it. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was seeing, but there was no explanation that fit.

The witch’s heart pounded as she stared at him, a mixture of fear and fascination swirling within her. The darkness creeping up her arms seemed to throb in response, as if the magic within her recognized the anomaly lying before her.

She should have left him, moved on to the next patient. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of his body piecing itself back together, from the strange, primal energy that clung to him like a second skin.

Slowly, she reached out with her magic, probing the edges of that energy, trying to understand it. But the moment her power touched his, it recoiled, like oil meeting water.

Whatever force was keeping him alive was fierce and utterly foreign to her. She could sense it now, beneath the surface—an indomitable will to survive, something that went far beyond human instinct.

Her gaze lingered on the man’s now-closed wound, her thoughts churning with dread and temptation. The dark veins on her arms had already spread to her elbows, an ever-present reminder of the toll her magic demanded.

She was running out of time—her strength was fading fast, and the war was far from over. But the power coursing through this man, this strange and impossible being, was terrifyingly alive.

She knew she shouldn’t. Tampering with such forces could have dire consequences—her magic was already dangerous enough. But desperation gnawed at her, the weight of all those lives pressing down on her conscience.

If she could harness even a fraction of his power, she could continue her work, could heal those who were beyond her reach.

Maybe she could be saved, too.

She knelt beside him, her hand shaking as she placed it over his chest. The energy pulsed beneath her palm, ferocious and unyielding, a force of nature that seemed to resist her touch.

She hesitated for only a moment before drawing her magic forward, coaxing it toward the slumbering force within him.

It responded instantly, lashing out like a cornered beast. Pain seared through her, ripping a cry from her throat, but she didn’t pull back.

She couldn’t.

As she channeled the energy into herself, a jolt of power surged through her body, mingling with her magic in a chaotic dance.

She gasped, the force of it nearly overwhelming her, but she pushed forward, driven by the need to survive. She could feel her arms tingle, the corruption retreating under the flood of new strength, but something was wrong—terribly wrong.

The power didn’t stop.

It crashed into her like a tidal wave, sweeping her away in its torrent, tearing at her very essence. She tried to pull back, to sever the connection, but it was too late. Her magic twisted and writhed, entwining with his in a violent embrace that she couldn’t control.

Panic surged within her, but before she could react, his eyes snapped open.

Logan awoke with a roar, his instincts kicking in before his mind could catch up. The agony of his wound was gone, replaced by a strange, disorienting haze.

He didn’t know where he was, didn’t know who was crouched over him, but he could feel something pulling at him—something invasive and terrifying.

With a snarl, he lashed out, his claws unsheathing with a sickening SNIKT.

The witch barely had time to react before the sharp bone claws pierced her side, slicing through flesh and bone with terrifying ease.

She cried out, collapsing onto the ground as pain laced through her, hot and blinding. For a moment, she thought she was done for, but then she felt it.

An intoxicating heat, a hum of cells regenerating. The wound began to close almost as quickly as it had been made.

The pain receded, replaced by a flood of energy, stronger than anything she had ever felt before. She glanced down at her side, nauseated to see the flesh tie itself back together, the blood on her gown the only sign of what had happened.

She looked up at Logan, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. His confusion was palpable, his anger seething beneath the surface, but she couldn’t afford to be paralyzed by fear.

Drawing on the newfound strength coursing through her veins, she pushed herself up, her magic flaring to life.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent a green pulse of energy crashing into him, forcing his body to seize up. He fell to the ground, his muscles locked in place, unable to move.

Breathing hard, she stumbled back, her heart racing. She had to get away—had to put as much distance between them as possible before he recovered.

Without a second thought, she turned and ran, the sounds of his growls echoing in her ears as she fled into the night.

Her feet carried her deeper into the forest, the lights and sounds of the field hospital fading fast. Soon, there was nothing but the crunch of leaves under her shoes and the rushing of blood in her ears.

The moon was high, casting silver light through the dense canopy of trees. She could hear him behind her, closing in fast. Ragged gasps escaped her as she stumbled through the underbrush, her heart racing. The forest was thick, dark, and eerily quiet, the air heavy with the scent of earth and pine.

Her arms were trembling from the lingering effects of the energy she had channeled, leaving her unsteady. She didn’t know where she was going, where she could find refuge from the creature on her heels.

With gritted teeth, she threw a hand back, muttering an incantation. Trees bent and twisted, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, but Logan barreled through them, tearing them aside as if they were paper.

A branch embedded itself in her dress and sent her flying face-first into the cold, damp ground.

It knocked the breath out of her.

Gasping, she turned to lay on her back. Her eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness and she could see the stars peaking through the crown of trees.

She tries another spell, but the words falter on her lips. In an instant he was above her, his eyes glowing with animalistic intensity, claws extended and ready.

It’s the first time she takes them in, the moonlight making them look almost translucent. For a moment they simply stare at each other.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

She lays frozen under his gaze, unsure of what to say. What did she do to him ?

“I don’t know “ she muttered.

He advanced towards her and she held her breath, waiting for him to strike. Instead, she could hear his claws redact with a sickening grinding sound.

He bent down and hauled her up by the collar of her dress. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. She knew he could end her life in an instant, and the wild look in his eyes told her he was barely holding himself back.

"That won’t do", he snarled.

He pushed her backward till she felt the roughness of bark dig into her back. He held her there, his closed fist pressed against her stomach. Beneath the rage, she could feel a deep sense of unease radiating from him.

"You’re not runnin’ from this.” His eyes, fierce and wild, bore into hers.

“Whatever you did, you’re gonna fix it.”

“I... I tried to draw from your strength to heal myself,” she admits, her voice barely a whisper. “But our powers… they clashed. I don’t know if there is a fixing it.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Logan’s scowl deepens, his jaw clenching as he leans in closer.

He presses his fist harder against her stomach, making her wince. But she doesn’t look away, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and desperation.

“Whatever happened, it wasn’t intentional. Your power… it did something to mine. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

Logan’s eyes narrow, searching her face for any sign of deception. His breath hitched slightly, betraying a moment of uncertainty, but it was quickly swallowed by his anger.

Their noses were mere inches apart, his eyes seemed pitch black. His voice drops to a low, menacing whisper, each word laced with venom.

“Stay the hell away from me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. For a moment, time seemed to stop. She felt the weight of his threat, the danger in every syllable.

Then, without warning, Logan pushed away from her. He turned on his heel and stormed off into the darkness, his heavy footsteps fading into the night.

She remained frozen in place, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps as she watched him disappear into the shadows.

Her knees buckled, and she slid down the trunk of the tree, clutching her chest where his fist had been.

As she sat there, trembling in the cold night air, a single thought echoed in her mind: What have I done?

A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! I won't go into detail on the female OC's appearance, I just don't enjoy writing from the reader's perspective.

#logan howlett x reader #deadpool and wolverine #wolverine x reader #logan x f!reader #logan howlett x oc #slow burn #james logan howlett #logan howlett x you #wolverine x you #wolverine x oc #xmen oc #enemies to lovers #logan howlett x fem!reader #wolverine x fem oc

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