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lo1k-diamonds · 8 months ago

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Stellar Behavior 💜 Part 3

“It's not the price of anything or a deal. Just let me eat you out again.”

PAIRING: Officer!Yoongi x Mafia (f)reader

SUMMARY: Yoongi needs you again, and you strike a deal. This time, you don't ask for any favors, though. Now what?

WORD COUNT: 5.9k

GENRE: Gangster AU, Law AU, enemies to lovers, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: corruption, power dynamics, mentions of crimes, guns, knifes, semi-public sex, fingering, oral (f rec), masturbation (both), caught having sex, unprotected sex, switching, bratty, hate sex...

A.N. Ignore the excuse for steamy hot sex... Again, infinite thank yous to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for working through my crazy and being incredible! Enjoy 🔥🔥

Yoongi threw the package of gum across the desk, ignoring it when it fell to the floor of his office. It was empty, again, and his fingers were twitching with how much he needed a fix. He huffed; as if quitting smoking fucking mattered.

His last promotion so many months back had not come without its challenges. His bosses knew how difficult his cases were, but after he saved Officer Jimin, they chose him for the job. He heaved a deep breath and pressed his eyes beneath his eyeglasses; the problem was that he wasn't the one who actually fixed it then, and he didn't have a way to fix things now.

He thought about you more often than he'd care to admit. Initially, he thought you had infected him. How else was it that he thought of you for no reason, got boners at random times just remembering something about you, or couldn't jerk off without thinking of you?

It was all because he was lust-crazed the last time you were together. He shouldn't have succumbed to it and given you what you wanted, but he was thinking with his dick. That was it. He didn't know he could act like that, but he guessed you did that to him. So he shouldn’t have been intimate with you or let it get to his fucking head, let alone have your name written across his cock for months for no reason. He was an idiot, but no one else got him going. And so he had given you everything you wanted.

He held his end of the deal once he checked the address you gave him. It was easy to get a warrant since witnesses were placing key directors of the conglomerate in that area, and in a second, everything had gone down. Like wildfire spreading, the amount of incriminating evidence found in that gambling house was still turning heads months later. It was a win for the department, a success with the public, and it affected a long chain of people in power, from managers to politicians. Once again, Yoongi was seen as the face of justice, and he was left uneasy about it.

He had used the flash drive well, but first, he asked his team to investigate its contents. He was done with being your puppet; you were as bad as the people you were helping put away. How the hell had you gotten that info? You had a reputation regarding information, but still. What did you know? And how did you know it?

Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything. All he had were suspicions and gut feelings, but that wasn't much of a case. Still, he'd get to the bottom of it. He'd find your dirty little secrets, and not because he wanted to have something on you like you had on him. Not because he wanted to blackmail you, but to level the playing field.

The problem was that he needed you again. He handled his cases fairly well, but a drug operation had just gone south. The undercover agent who infiltrated to bust the biggest net of distribution in Seoul had just died in a shootout, and they couldn't even recover the body because the dealers took him with them. The family needed to be informed, and without their son to bury, it was bound to be a huge problem. It didn't matter that Yoongi took over the operation a couple of months ago; his head would roll, and he wouldn't be able to bring peace to the lost agent or his family. He sighed and pressed his eyes; his failure he could handle, but not leaving the grieving family like this.

So he got up, left his office, and crossed the parking lot to his car. He worked at a more prominent building now, but the road was the same one as he drove to Aether. He couldn't think of anyone else who could help, and you had always come through. Maybe you knew where his body was or how to get to him, or any other information that could help. It didn't hurt to try, even for a price.

The sly smiles you gave him popped into his mind, but he stayed focused. That wouldn't happen again, and this was bigger than him. This was about doing the right thing again, and you'd surely understand.

He was surprised when the security at the Aether recognized him and instantly let him in without checking him. As he followed a member of the club's staff down a familiar path, he considered that he had only been there once, so that had to be your doing.

Before he could think further about it, he was stepping into your office with the door closing behind him. You were wearing a white shirt with a couple of buttons open and had your hair up in a messy bun, sitting at your desk working at your computer as if you had a simple office job. You stayed focused, typing whatever you needed before waving for him to take a seat. His eyes traced every detail of your focused expression. You looked healthy and glowing, focused on your work, and he wondered if things were working out for you.

“My, you look stiff, Chief,” you commented, taking a glance at him before wrapping up whatever was taking your full attention from him. Your smile had a hint of mischief, and it was a relief. “In need of a drink? Must be, after the whole drug mess and agent down ordeal.”

His shoulders softened, “I need your help.”

You straightened your shoulders, “Why would I help you?”

“Because there must be something you want.”

Silence stretched between you as you both just eyed each other. Neither one gave away what was running through your minds, and he decided to wait quietly. He could overthink this — excuse himself for calling you greedy and/or letting you think he meant it sexually — or wait for your spirited self to run the show.

He was certain about waiting, thus having time to adjust to you, and yet you scrunched your nose slightly and looked away when a notification popped up on the screen. It made him feel uneasy in your presence for the first time, and he decided to change his approach. He was coming to you for help; the least he could do was make it interesting for you, too.

“I thought it could be in your interest as well,” he restarted, sitting comfortably. “They're stepping into your territory, no?”

“I'm not in the drug market.”

“But you want to be.”

His heart started racing, and he cursed you in his mind. Did you want him to chase you? To plead and beg like before? Did you have to look so effortlessly breathtaking doing it?

The corners of your lips twitched, and it was the only hint of the familiar mischievousness he was used to. You stayed quiet as you considered things, even eying the paperwork on your desk in front of you for a moment.

He wondered if he should say something else when you finally said, “If I help you bust their network and get your agent, you'll let me take some of their product.”

He pursed his lips, “If I bust them, I'll already be helping you with a competitor.”

“But without immediate product, I won't be able to control the market and distribute it safely,” you shrugged, and he was mesmerized. You were doing business, and he shouldn't be that entranced, but he was. “Trust me, that's the only right way of doing it. Otherwise, the small fries will start selling bad products and have people sick and overdosing on your streets.”

He knew his answer but insisted anyway, “And my agent?”

“He's been moved to one of their warehouses where coincidentally they have their ‘clinic’,” you used your fingers to quote, then pressed your lips. “They'll dump him somewhere soon.”

He nodded. That was one of his fears. They needed to get rid of the body so as not to be incriminated, and he needed to get to him before they did something irreversible.

“What can you do?”

You hummed, “Addresses and names. But we'll need to coordinate when you raid them so some products can slip through the cracks. Except for that particular warehouse, you should go there as soon as possible.”

“We have a deal.”

You reached for a sticky note and scribbled before giving it to him. “I can arrange for people to support your operation quietly in a couple of hours.”

He caught the sticky note, rolling it in his fingers. “I can't do it that quickly.”

You nodded and asked for the paper again, then added something under it before returning it. “My private number. Use a burner and let me know.”

He took the note and looked at it nonchalantly, but his teeth still nipped his bottom lip. Why was he getting that excited? It wasn't a date. It meant absolutely nothing. And yet, he felt giddy when he looked at you getting back to your paperwork. He wanted to jump from the chair and—

“Was there anything else?”

You asked, looking up from the documents as though you were surprised he was still there.

He pressed his lips, “Just… We made a deal.”

“Yes.”

“And I guess I didn't leave you wanting like last time.”

You sat back and gave him your full attention again, though your typical mischief was nowhere to be found.

“Are you trying to say you expected a sexual favor?”

“Yes.”

You scoffed, “Well then, shouldn't you be happy there isn't one?”

He didn't respond and just evaluated your reaction. Were you upset with him? Why weren't you teasing him relentlessly for even bringing it up? Were you no longer interested? But then, why did you sound just a little bit annoyed? Was he reading into it too much, or could he just already read you?

He got up and put the paper inside his jacket pocket before taking it off and leaving it on the chair. You observed him and straightened even more against your office chair when he circled the desk to get to you.

“I didn't request anything,” you reiterated.

“I know,” he answered calmly, turning your chair to him.

“I'm not threatening you either,” you added, your eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.

He looked down at where he knew your knife would be and nodded, “You're not.”

You looked up at him, almost flabbergasted, “So what is it? Or do you just want to hear praise or something—”

“Thought you'd tease me about it,” he admitted, then moved to his knees because standing and forcing you to look up didn't seem natural.

You pressed your lips, “There's nothing to tease. You gave me exactly what I asked for.”

From that angle, you looked even more powerful, almost majestic. His brain was really wired wrong because instead of happily leaving through the door, he wanted to touch you.

But he wouldn't until he understood, “And there's nothing else you want?”

“There is,” you didn't hesitate, almost making him smile. But he didn't because you didn't seem at ease.

“Then ask.”

“There's no need.”

“And if I want you to?”

“Why would you want that?”

Your suspicion was plain in your light frown, and he took a moment to think it over, “Because we should celebrate. We're doing something good.”

You tilted your head, “We're saving your ass.”

He rolled his eyes; it wasn't just that, and you knew it. “And that's also a good thing. So let's enjoy it.”

“You’re already going to pay me for—”

“It's not the price of anything or a deal. Just let me eat you out again.”

Your eyes widened, “What?”

Your stupefied look wasn’t enough for him to back down nor to think closely about what he was doing. He looked down at your legs, covered above the knee by a raised skirt with golden floral patterns. Every ticking second increased his eagerness, no matter how patient and composed he seemed. He could already see his long fingers indenting the flesh of your thighs, and he could almost remember the exact scent between them, too; it made him dizzy with want.

“You just…” You started, tilting your head slightly again, drawing his eyes up. “Want to give me head… to celebrate?”

He hummed, licking his lips subconsciously, and you blinked. It took you a second, but a crooked smile pulled your lips, and you spread your legs. You exuded a snobbish nonchalance that almost annoyed him. Still, there was a clear invitation in your actions that he prioritized over anything that could stop him from getting what he wanted.

His fingers gripped your outer thighs gently as he moved in, nuzzling your soft skin with a deep breath. He could have forgotten why he wanted to be that close in the months that passed, but taking in your sweet scent, he chose to forget everything else instead. The fact that he shouldn’t do this, that he didn’t have to, the cameras, the time and place; none of it mattered. There was no use in letting the disgust or frustration disrupt the moment he’d finally attained what he had fantasized about for so long. His teeth and tongue teased you gently, earning your hand in his hair, and he sighed, relaxed. Just for a little while, he’d admit he wanted it and grasp it all.

Still, he moved slowly, or as slowly as he could in his urge. His deft fingers dragged the hem of your skirt slowly back while he feasted on the sight being revealed, an inch at a time. His tongue kept circling over your sensitive skin, yearning for what he knew would soon be unveiled, and your deepening breath only made his hunger stronger. Your nails were grazing the back of his head, massaging his scalp in waves as if you wanted to pull him closer and urge him to move faster. He could only agree with you, but there was a sweet torture in making you both long for it.

“Is it the humiliation, Chief?”

Your voice was a wanton breath that had him sinking his teeth just a little more while he finally revealed what was under your skirt.

“No,” he murmured back, voice taken.

Why were you not wearing any underwear? He could have asked, but the question slipped from his mind. One second he was taking in the view of your glistening slit, juicy just for him with barely a touch; the next, he was jumping forward, springing on his heels to press his face to your core as hard as he could to taste you.

His tongue darted out, spreading over your lips to open them, tasting and collecting as much of your wetness as possible, and you moaned. He heard it; you didn’t mean to, but you wiggled on your chair to give him better access and intensify those sensations, melting you, releasing even more of you for him to taste.

He could have made you work for it, but he was thirsty and, like a junkie, addicted. Every drop made him forget himself and crave the next, and when it came, it reminded him why he wanted it all to begin with. You were a force of nature, reacting to him like the perfect storm — quaking above him, breathing heavily with your voice etched quietly to the little wheezes, trembling with your legs firm around his head. He sighed, nuzzling your clit greedily. After longing for you for months, your taste had finally invaded his mouth, and along with your scent, he was drowning. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips — he had reached paradise.

Your thighs clenched around his head, and he tried to prevent you from pushing him away by holding onto you tighter, but the arms of your office chair were making things difficult.

He was displeased but had to move away and breathe, “Stay still.”

“Yoongi…”

Your voice was broken, and your flushed, desperate expression twisted his guts unexpectedly. In a second, he rose to his feet and grabbed your arms, yanking you to stand up before dragging you with him. You didn’t offer resistance, pliable to him, just like last time.

He placed you in front of the smoked glass overseeing the dance floor of Aether just below, and you extended your arms to support yourself on it. Instantly, his lips latched onto the back of your neck, right under your messy bun. Your moan gave him goosebumps, and he didn’t stop, tracing your curves with big, open hands while suckling your skin.

You drove him crazy. Last time, you were sitting above him, pleasuring yourself on his face like you owned him, and now, you were letting him position you and touch you to his heart’s content. He wanted to get on his knees so you’d grind on his face, but he also craved leading you to the state you were in right now, at your utmost vulnerability, letting him do as he pleased.

But all he wanted to do was get more. Like an alcoholic downing a drink after a long drought, he craved more of you with every inch he touched, whiff he took, and flavor he swallowed. Even with you vulnerable in his arms like that, he didn’t want to subdue you or take advantage — quite the opposite.

He kneeled and moved to slot himself between your parted legs and the glass. He yanked the skirt back up to have unrestrained access before licking and biting your mound while his fingers traced a slow, maddening trail up your legs. You groaned above him, and he was lost again, needing more of your voice just like that.

He gripped your ass, pulling you flush to his face with his lips brushing your clit. You jolted, searching for something more than a fleeting touch, and he groaned. The more you gave him, the more he wanted; there was no holding back.

“Look,” he whispered, looking up at you. Your open lips, graciously letting your quiet whimpers out, trembled, and he nuzzled your bikini line. Your scent intensified his crazed desire, but he insisted, “Look at them.”

You did, as one hand of his kept you in place, grabbing your ass cheek, and the other disappeared between your legs. He observed you, taking in how you gasped when his digits sunk inside, widening your eyes at the unsuspecting crowd. It set his nerve endings on fire the way you whimpered softly above him while your slick slid down his fingers as he pressed inside your velvet flesh. It was why he needed more, coaxing you with his hooked fingers to see where he could take you.

Your whimpers became inconsistent, and not even a thumb rubbing your clit made you fall into the rhythm. On the contrary, you kept tightening, moaning, and yet he could sense the note of annoyance in your tone. His eyes and mouth were on you, licking the soft spot where your leg met your mound, and he wondered what more could you possibly want.

He knew you were close; he had obsessed over the little signs of your peak, and he was seeing them now: your lip tucked between your teeth as you fought rolling your head back while moans slipped from your throat. And yet, you weren’t letting it happen. Why?

The answer came when you grasped his hair between your fingers and pulled him to the right spot. You forced him there while you humped his face, pressing his head to the glass, and a smile crept on his face. Your moans became desperate as you viciously chased your climax on his mouth, and the euphoria lit his head like fireworks. He didn’t know why, but you taking what you wanted from him was so fucking hot, his hard cock was aching inside his pants.

It didn’t take long for you to find the perfect friction, and he helped by suckling. The moment your clit slotted between his lips and he sucked hard, you tried to move but it was too late. He heard it in the pitch of your moan, the way you cowered over him against the glass, and the faint grind as you trembled against his mouth. You were heavenly— like a godsent delicacy, your orgasm only accentuated your taste, your divinity, and like a fool, he couldn’t resist.

You pulled away. He knew that moment would come, and perhaps that was why his tongue had been restless. Even during your aftershocks, he still searched for more, licking your cum off your swollen lips like an opportunistic slob. Yet, he relented when you moved back and stayed kneeling to give you space, removing only his head from the glass.

His dick was throbbing in his pants, crying for attention and relief, but his mind was somewhere else. His hungry eyes stayed on you as he wiped his chin, and you composed yourself. He had what he wanted. Of course, he’d have more if he could, but a part of him expected you to tell him to leave now that you were satiated. It would both anger him and amuse him if it were the case, so he was anticipating what would happen next.

“Sit down.”

He almost jolted, confused. He was already kneeling—

“Sit,” you insisted more firmly, pointing at your office chair.

You walked over and perched yourself on the desk, facing the chair between you two, and suddenly, he thought that maybe it wasn’t over yet. He got up and did as you asked, spreading his legs to accommodate his hard dick. It wasn’t a hint. He wasn’t able to think that far. All he could do was look at you, already so tranquil, when he wanted to mess you up all over again.

“Pull your dick out.”

He burned from the inside out, taking seconds to comply with a muted eagerness. He remembered you saying that last time all too well, and the thought of you using him again got him so excited his fingers were shaking.

“Grab it,” you said, and he did, fighting to keep his eyes open to look at you.

You were observing every move of his long fingers, and you surely didn’t miss how his cock was weeping. Your tongue peeked out between your lips as he spread it over the tip, and the sight was enough for him to release more. His balls tensed, still tucked tight inside his pants as his whole body screamed for release. Wouldn’t you put him out of his misery?

“Show me,” you demanded, licking your lips, and he almost groaned. His plea must have been clear in his eyes because you bit your lip. “Show me how you work your cock.”

His palm moved down his length, and he shook his head. He needed to feel you, to touch you, to have you on his lap, moaning with every plunge of his hard cock inside you, and yet you changed everything. You just had to ask for something, and he instantly did it, like a puppet entranced by your charms. Not even the principles he upheld withstood; there was only them or you, and you were undeniable.

Doing what you asked had its dangers, but having your full attention was worth it. Your dark eyes were boring into his, drinking the sight of him fisting himself on your chair like you were equally hypnotized. Fortunately for Yoongi, jerking off meant controlling how soon he’d blow, and he could edge himself all night if it meant having the chance of you riding him.

He didn’t count on you opening your shirt slowly, pushing each button through its eyelet, working your way from top to bottom as though the fabric bothered you. But the more you revealed, the harder it was to stay put. Your unblemished skin looked appetizing, smooth, begging to be licked, bitten, shown the meaning of want. Your breasts, tucked inside your bra, looked too constrained for his taste. He knew what your round breasts looked and tasted like, and he was on the verge of begging for the chance to touch them. He could drive you crazy, he wanted to, and—

He held his breath and slowed his hand, taking you in like a mirage. You squeezed your tits over the bra, moaning under your breath before those same hands moved lower to pull your skirt up. Your legs spread, and he almost jumped, the sight of your slick dripping ever so slightly a pure taunt that he wanted to follow through. But your hand moved down to rub your clit, and he groaned.

You were driving him fucking insane. He could have pumped his cock a bit harder and come, but why the fuck would he when your wet heat was right there? He wanted it, and you, and your tantalizing scent and sensual moans, and—

It was so subtle he almost missed it. While one hand worked your clit and another had fun gripping your chest, your head fell back to breathe heavily, and your feet dangled in his direction before settling. It might have been nothing, but he didn’t need much; he rolled the chair forward slowly, almost imperceptibly. When he was close, he reached his free hand to brush your shin, and you let him. You raised your foot to his lap, and it was all he needed to hold onto you.

He grabbed your leg, tracing it up to settle it, and soon did the same to the other. Then, he didn’t know what happened, only that he was hungry. He touched up your leg, feeling your outer thigh and leaning forward in doing so. This prompted you to breathe heavily and lean into him too, reaching for his head in a familiar motion that had him jumping at the opportunity to finally lick your chest.

You supported the back of his head as he buried his face between your tits, licking and nibbling your flesh mindlessly. Your bra was in the way, so he pulled it down bluntly to access your nipples, and you whimpered. Your breathing was ragged as he suckled, refusing to stop his bites even when you pulled on his hair.

His hand was hitting yours with each pump around his cock, but it only riled him up more. You weren’t stopping, as crazed as him with all that lust. This certainty relaxed him, and when you pulled his head again, he let you guide it.

He found your neck and sucked viciously, groaning into it and trying not to come. You had a scent to you, which mixed with every sweet whimper, made it hard to not find a way to shove himself deep into your embrace. Instead, he focused on kissing and nuzzling up your jaw, and you whimpered, grabbing the hair at the back of his head, but not to turn him away.

You pulled him closer, and his lips grazed the corner of your mouth. He slowed, tentatively leaning to reach the same spot, and you left him despite your hold on him. He nuzzled your cheek and tried again, and you almost met his mouth, and it was the breaking point. You lost your patience and pulled him in to crash your mouths together, pushing your tongue between his lips to create a wild struggle.

Kissing you was everything he thought it was — feral, spicy, dangerous, and sweet. Your tongue was aggressive, mapping his mouth like you owned him, and fighting you back was addictive. He matched you with savage licks, pressing himself hard to you until you needed both hands to grab him close, and so did he.

He grabbed your hair between his fingers, keeping you locked in his kiss, while the other pulled you flush to him. You were breathless but unrelenting, and he shared in that hunger, licking and nipping your lip at the slightest chance.

Your legs wrapped around him, and his cock brushed your core, reminding you there was a way to make it all derail, and you took it. You felt the gun on his shoulder holster pressing to your inner thigh, but it only made you throb and want it harder. He had felt the knife on your garter and had left it there, too. You could use it, and that was part of the thrill. He could use it too, or his gun, or his beautiful long fingers around your neck, and you gushed between your legs.

You scrambled between savage kisses to grab his cock and aim it straight at your core, and he tried getting rid of his pants. Yoongi could do all that, but he wouldn’t, and the power it gave you was inebriating. He was also an agent of the law, someone you despised on principle, which made the way he fucked you so much sweeter. Like two polar opposites, you were drawn to be filled by his cock and use your nails on the back of his neck and shoulders to press him to you.

He groaned into your mouth, opening his eyes to see the way your face scrunched up in pleasure. He’d never admit it, but it was enough to drive him to his knees. You were beautiful but looked preciously delicate when the pleasure he gave you loosened all the control you had.

He snapped his hips to push himself further, and you groaned, grabbing his ass cheeks. You were lost as he moved, letting your mouth hang open as he kissed you all over your face and jaw. He also needed to get used to your tight walls challenging his control.

But once he did, he grabbed your hair and pulled it, forcing your chin to raise and your eyes to meet. You clenched around him, and it was the last straw.

“I’ll show you,” he grunted before supporting a hand on your lower back.

It was all he needed to start fucking you without a preamble, and you closed your eyes and let him take over. His grip on you as he pounded into you gave you the liberty to let go and just feel him. He groaned near your ear as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and it was enough to melt you, reveling in the way he used you so well. You didn’t know how a cop could fuck this fucking good, but—

“Boss! You need to—”

“Out!” You shouted, trying to look back at whoever dared to enter your office without fucking knocking, so you knew who to mess up after this. Yoongi hid further in your neck, but he didn’t stop, thank fuck. “Get the fuck out!”

Whoever it was slammed the door closed quickly, and you almost lost your shit. The fucking audacity—

“Nuh-uh,” the grip in your hair forced you to meet his eyes, your fire facing the cool in his dark eyes. “I’m fucking you right now.”

You clenched around him, and a squeeze of his hand around the back of your neck pulled you down to earth. He felt good, too good. Maybe that was why you were on edge, ready to explode in every direction.

He wanted your focus completely on him, and you melting into him wasn’t enough. He released your neck and slid his hand between your bodies, leaning back to change his angle so he could rub your clit, and you jolted. You peered at him between hooded eyes, only to let your head fall back with a deep groan.

He chuckled as you leaned back to take him deeper, trembling with how good it felt. He loved that look on your face.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his grip on your hip so hard, his fingers dug divots into your skin. “So fucked out.”

You looked down and moaned breathlessly, and he could relate. His shaft was glistening, disappearing inside you in a blur as he pistoned into you, and he almost lost composure.

“You’re creaming my cock,” he taunted, slowing down and seeing how you bit your lip and wishing it was him instead. “So fucking greedy.”

“Shut up, you’re one to talk,” your voice wavered, and he laughed. You were upset because his hips slowed, but his fingers circling your clit didn’t. He could see the way you breathed was ragged, an inch away from your climax, and it was the power trip he was looking for.

He smirked, “You’re right, I’m greedy.”

He reached your arms to pull them around his neck, then held your waist down before jump-starting things again. Your legs wrapped around him, and the moans instantly poured from your lips when he began rutting into you again. You could feel it in all the right spots, especially when your clit ground on him with every thrust. The speed was intoxicating, but it wasn’t the most important. Yoongi deserved a medal for managing to stuff you with his cock while humping your clit consistently. At the lack of one, you tried to kiss him, and he bit you. You whimpered, licking your lip to check for blood while he effectively crushed you to him so he could fuck you senseless.

You couldn’t explain it, but it was all you needed — consistency, an anchor, and the fucking duality of that cop drilling you to oblivion. Finally, when your orgasm sparked, you sank your nails into his shoulders and screamed, and he only embraced you tighter, as if holding onto you. Him grounding you only accelerated your climax; you were like the fuse of a firework, consumed in a split second.

You writhed in his arms as the height of pleasure shook you, but he pressed you down on his cock as if to feel every throb around him. His groan followed closely after, adding a second pulse deep inside you to your clenching. You stopped breathing so you could feel it and hear him, hooked on everything. His damp skin under your lips, his chest heaving against yours, his fingers indenting the flesh of your ass — every sensation contributed to an afterglow that was more sparkly.

So when he pulled back to look at you, with flushed cheeks, disgruntled hair, and the absolutely most exquisite face you had ever seen, you laughed.

He wasn’t bothered and stayed still while you threw your head back and let the laughter shake your shoulders, “We probably fucked up all my paperwork.”

He looked down and noticed the papers under your ass. Considering how wet you were and how he had just pumped you full of cum, it was safe to say you were right.

“I’ll help you,” he said before he could think, pulling away.

You groaned quietly, then jumped to your feet, unbothered by the way you were so close, there was barely any air between you two. “Don’t worry, take your time.”

You walked away and composed your clothes and hair casually as he tucked his dick back inside his pants with his eyes trained on you.

“I need to handle whatever that was,” you said, pointing at the door. Then, with a crooked smile, you tapped his jacket on the chair and said, “Don’t forget your jacket.”

You left without as much as a wave, and he heaved a deep breath. There you went again—

He glanced down and recognized a name on one of your papers. He made sure you weren’t at the door, then took a closer look, and his breath caught.

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The Cardinal's Bride, Chapter 12: Diavolessa

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Cardinal Copia x Female Reader: Copia is desperate to find you before you end up in Saltarian's clutches.

Warnings: violence (the usual cowboy violence but Reader is put into danger as well and hurt) a lot of angst and smut (apologies for the vagueness but I'm trying to avoid spoiling anything), nsfw 18+ only mdni, 7,900 words

“You look like shit.”

“Grazie, fratello.”

Secondo snorted, shaking his head once before taking a swig of his whiskey. The two of them were quiet as they sat in his office. Terzo was dabbing at his face with a wet rag to clean up the blood leftover from Copia beating him when they were out on the road. He finally gave up, throwing the bloody rag onto the floor and leaning into the back of the couch.

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?”

“Copia’s smarter than you give him credit for. He already didn’t want to be out there anyway.”

“Usually he can’t wait to get back on the road.”

“Well usually he doesn’t have a pretty girl waiting for him.”

Secondo groaned, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Think of all you two could accomplish if you thought less with your dicks and more with your brains.”

“Why are you dragging me into this?! I wasn’t the one that fell in love with Saltarian’s fucking fiancé!”

“You’ve had your own issues with lovers.” He rubbed his chest idly, stopping when he felt the familiar chain of his grucifix under the fabric. “I can’t believe you both gave away a family heirloom.”

“For the last time mine was stolen.”

“Then get it back.”

“That was over ten years ago! Who knows where she is now.”

“Considering she was able to steal it from under The Morningstar’s nose I’m sure she’s still out there. Probably robbing banks now.”

Terzo was silent for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face when Secondo glanced at him.

“I’ve thought about it. Looking for her.” Secondo smirked but when Terzo noticed he quickly shook his head. “Only to get my grucifix back. Nothing more.”

“Whatever you say, fratellino.”

Quiet once more settled over them both. The brothers each lost in their own thoughts. Terzo eventually groaned and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and turning to look at his brother.

“Do you believe him?” When Secondo raised an eyebrow he elaborated. “Copia. That he loves her.”

“Sì. I do.”

“What are we going to do about it?”

Secondo was quiet again, staring down at the amber liquid in his glass. He couldn’t get Copia’s face out of his mind. The last time his brother had looked that determined was when they were all hiding in the woods, the smoke from their burning abbey heavy over their heads. Secondo knew then that Copia would stop at nothing to protect his princess, to protect the woman he loved.

He also knew he had a choice to make now, one that would have far reaching consequences for them all. Was he ready to fight again? Was he ready to possibly lose more of his family? This could be their last chance to get their lives back. Their last chance to get their church back.

Secondo wasn’t sure if he still believed anymore. It was hard to after the last decade. After everything that had happened, things none of them deserved. He had built a life here for everyone but there had always been something missing. Something that helped keep them all together has one.

He knew what he needed to do.

“We’re going to fight.” He stood up, pulling his grucifix out from under his shirt and letting it hang out in the open. “We’re going to kill Saltarian once and for all.”

“Pay up shithead.”

“What the fuck are you on about?”

“Our bet. I won.”

“There are a lot of bets between us so you need to be more specif—ow!”

“Copia admitted he loved her! It was amazing, I think Swiss even cried a little.”

Swiss gamely nodded his head, grinning when Dewdrop turned to glare at him.

“Well I didn’t hear it so it doesn’t count.”

“The fuck it doesn’t, Swiss and I both heard it. Even Secondo did! You can ask him when we get back.”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m not sure anyone that brings up Copia or Princess around him will survive.” Dewdrop glanced up towards where Copia and Aether were riding a bit ahead of the group. “Is he even gonna let us come back?”

“He better, I left my favorite gun there.” Sunshine and Dew shared a grin before she held her hand out towards him. “Now pay up.”

“Lucifer’s balls, fine.” He rummaged in the pockets of his coat before he came up with a crumpled bill, balling it up even more and throwing it at her head. “Don’t spend it all in one place.”

The three of them quieted down after that, all lost in their own thoughts. Sunshine kept her eyes on Copia and Aether, watching how Copia kept getting more and more tense the longer it took them to find Princess. Rain had picked up her trail heading south, but as of yet they hadn’t run into any other signs of her. Right now Rain and Mountain were scouting ahead, trying to see if she had stayed on the road.

Sunshine was hoping they didn’t find out she was dragged off of it.

“What’s going on now?”

Swiss’s voice snapped Sunshine out of her brooding and she focused on Copia again, noticing that he and Aether had stopped. They seemed to be having a heated conversation so she spurred her horse and quickly headed their way.

“I don’t want to talk about this now.”

“Then when? Look, Boss, I’m not trying to talk you out of anything, I just want to know what you’re thinking.”

“Aether right now there is only one thing going through my mind and that is that I have to find her.”

“I know, I know.” Aether caught Sunshine’s eyes and sighed. “We’re going to find her Boss, I promise.”

“Then keep moving! We’re not going to find her standing around arguing.”

Copia’s shoulders sagged then and Sunshine could see how exhausted he was, how worried. She moved closer to Copia, wanting to comfort him in some way but a sharp whistle got her attention. They all looked up the trail to see Rain and Mountain in the distance, both focusing down on the ground.

“Do you think they found her trail?”

Copia didn’t even bother answering Aether, he snapped Brizio’s reins and took off towards them. Sunshine glanced towards Rain again and saw him waving his arms, almost like he wanted them to stay away. Her blood instantly ran cold and she shouted after Copia.

“No! Copia stay here!”

She groaned when he didn’t stop, instead riding after him as fast as she could. He had already reached the two Ghouls and she could see Mountain trying in vain to push him away from where Rain was standing.

It wasn’t until she got there that she realized why.

She could smell it first, the sharp smell of blood. As she got closer she could see that the ground was soaked with it. Copia was taking a few steps forward, his boots sinking into the wet earth. His hands were shaking, clenched into fists as his eyes stayed on the ground. Rain walked up to him, a hat in his hand that Sunshine easily recognized. The same one Princess had been wearing since they left the farmhouse.

It was stained with blood.

Copia only had it in his hands for a moment before it slipped from his fingers and he fell to the ground. Sunshine was rushing over to him in an instant, her hands falling to his shoulders. The smell was stronger now and the sight of how much blood there was made her feel sick. She lowered her head, squeezing Copia’s shoulders when she felt him start to tremble.

“Copia, I-“

“It’s too much.”

“What?” She crouched down next to him, freezing when she saw the tears running down his cheeks. “What’s too much?”

“The blood. She’s lost too much.”

Sunshine stayed silent, not wanting to admit the same out loud. It was too much, too much for anybody to lose. She turned to look behind her when she heard footsteps and she watched as Swiss, Aether and Dew stopped a few feet away, their hats in their hands. When she looked back she noticed Rain walking along the edge of the trail, stopping and kneeling down after a moment. He turned her way, pointing down at the ground before disappearing into the underbrush.

She gave Copia one last squeeze and then stood up, walking over to where he entered, noticing that the grass was flattened down. Her stomach turned thinking of Princess’s body being dragged somewhere and left for the vultures. Tears started to prick at her eyes and she turned back, meeting Copia’s gaze as he watched her from his knees.

“This is my fault.”

“Copia, no.”

“I got her into this mess, I took her away from the life she was supposed to have.”

“A life she didn’t want!” Sunshine moved back to his side and knelt in front of him. “She wanted to be with you. She loved you.”

“And now she’s dead.” The words were practically spit from him and he dropped his hands onto the ground, digging his fingers into the bloody soil. “They killed her. They took her away from me.”

His voice was seething with rage and she found herself thinking back to that day of the attack, of the fire. The only other time she had seen him like this.

She opened her mouth to try and reassure him but the sound of someone rushing through the grass stopped her. Everyone turned to see Rain sprinting onto the trail, his chest heaving and a knife clutched in his hand.

A knife Sunshine recognized.

“It’s not her!” Rain grinned and stumbled over to Copia, grabbing his arms and yanking him to his feet. “It’s not her. She’s alive.”

Your head hurt.

It was hard to keep your eyes open. Every time you opened them a wave of dizziness hit you. There was a constant dull throb, an ache that seemed to echo through your whole body. It hurt, it hurt so much but you were trying to be strong. You couldn’t give up, you refused to lose hope.

You didn’t want the bastards to see you cry.

Their laughter echoed around the small camp. You weren’t sure exactly how many there were. At least three of them had met you on the trail but there could have been more waiting further on. They had rode up right when you had stopped your horse and been about to turn around. Copia had to have been back by then and all you wanted to do was see him again. To have him hold you and tell you everything was going to be ok.

“She awake yet?”

You shivered at the voice nearby. It was the same man that had knocked you out. One moment you had been fighting off a man that had gotten behind you on the horse and the next you had turned to see the butt of a rifle descending upon you. The ground crunched in front of you and you did your best to steady your breathing, trying not to give away that you were awake.

“Leave her, we’ll deal with her in the morning.”

“What if I want to deal with her now?” A shadow fell over your face, blocking the fire. You could smell his awful stench and it made you nearly gag around the cloth between your teeth. “I thought Salty was gonna kill her anyway?”

“Who the fuck knows, he changes his damn mind every day.”

“Wasn’t Goore supposed to nab her before?”

You felt a hand on your head and fought to stop from jerking away.

“They were supposed to, yeah. But The Cardinal kicked his ass. Took out like twenty guys too.”

“The fucking Cardinal.” A glob of moisture hit your cheek and you realized the man had spit on you. “You sweet on him, girl?”

His fingers suddenly tightened in your hair and you cried out. You reached up to try to pull him off but he grabbed the rope around your wrists and slammed them back onto the ground. The man was grinning at you, when you managed to glare at him. The pain was even more intense with how hard he was pulling on your hair.

“Hey! We aren’t supposed to touch her!”

The man holding you was abruptly shoved away and you yelped when he managed one last yank on your hair. Tears were falling down your face, soaking the rag around your mouth. You heard them scuffle close by and you pulled away as far as you could, trying to steer clear of them.

“What does it matter? We can just say she showed up like that! Blame it on The Cardinal.”

“Salty ain’t gonna believe that and you know it. He’s already gonna be pissed about her face.”

“Well no one else was doing anything! I wasn’t gonna drag her back to camp kicking and screaming.” You dared to look over at the men, flinching when you saw their eyes on you. “We should just kill her and be done with it.”

“I fucking told you Salty wants her alive. He made some deal with that asshole at the casino.”

“Fuck. Fine, whatever.” He shoved past the man and walked by, kicking dirt on you as he went. “But if she freaks out again I’m slicing her throat.”

Things quieted down around you as he walked off so you tried to even your breathing. The pain wasn’t getting any better but if you wanted to get out of this you’d need to try to fight through it. You couldn’t help but think of Copia and what he would do when he found your note. Would he believe the things you said? Would he even be coming after you?

“Hey, girl.” The one who seemed to be the leader crouched down in front of you. While you were grateful he had gotten the other man to leave you alone there was no kindness in his eyes. “Do me a favor and stay put, got it?”

You nodded, wincing when your head swam at the motion. He didn’t move for a moment and you were starting to worry he was gonna hurt you like the other man did but he finally stood up. His eyes were cold as they looked down at you and you felt like crying again.

“No one’s gonna save you so you best behave. We’re getting paid a pretty penny to bring you to Saltarian alive.” He smirked then, slipping a knife out of a small sheath at his belt and pointing it down at you. “But we’ll also get paid well even if you’re dead.”

He didn’t wait to see a response, he simply turned and ambled away. The tension seeped out of you then but you stayed as still as possible. It was impossible to stop your tears now and they ran down your face freely, pooling in the dirt beneath you. Silently you begged for help, begged to be rescued and allowed to escape from the fate others had chosen for you.

You begged to see Copia one last time.

“There’s ten of them but only three at the camp with her.”

Copia nodded, taking in everything Mountain and Rain had been relaying to him. The ten men weren’t going to be a problem, Copia knew they could be easily taken care of. It was the fact that you were there as well, vulnerable, that made things difficult.

“Where’s Princess?”

Sunshine had stayed close to him since they had stumbled upon the blood on the ground. Acting like an anchor almost. He appreciated it more than he could say, he appreciated all of his Ghouls right now so much. They had stuck with him for so long and through so much.

They deserved an easier life.

“She’s on the ground by the fire.” Mountain met Copia’s eyes when he glanced up at him. “We didn’t see her move but she’s tied up pretty good.”

“Probably just sleeping.” Sunshine fiddled with one of her knives, slipping it into the sleeve of her coat. “Or unconscious.”

“We should have Dew and Swiss snipe the lookouts while the rest of us get closer. Take ‘em by surprise.”

Copia nodded silently, his thoughts still caught up with the image of you hurt and tied up on the ground. He flinched when a hand brushed his shoulder, turning to meet Sunshine’s eyes.

“They’ll probably leave first thing in the morning, we should hit them right before then.” Sunshine stood up and slung her rifle over her shoulder. “Before they’re ready to go.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer, she could be seriously hurt.”

“If she was seriously hurt they just would have killed her.” Mountain held up his hands when Copia glared at him. “They wouldn’t waste time bringing her body all the way to Saltarian’s. They’d just say you killed her and dumped her body somewhere.”

“It doesn’t matter! She could be hurt and I don’t want her to be alone with them any more than she has to!”

“Damn it Copia, just listen to us! We don’t want her to be in any danger either but the best way to avoid her getting hurt any more than she might already be is to wait till the right moment.”

Copa turned away from Sunshine and Mountain, his shoulders sagging as their words sunk in. They were right, he knew they were right but it was killing him to leave you alone there when you were so close. He sighed and turned back around, ready to accede their point.

“Fine, we’ll wai–”

A sharp yell rang out from the camp and everyone’s eyes whipped in that direction. Copia took a few steps forward, his legs suddenly shaking from fear. In front of them the grass started to shake and Dew flung himself into the small clearing everyone had gathered in.

“She’s running!”

Despite his fear Copia couldn’t help but grin, turning towards the rest of his Ghouls and nodding.

“Then let’s find her first.”

Copia would be so mad at you.

Although technically you weren’t running away from him so you supposed it was okay. You just couldn’t stand to be around those men any longer. It seemed like they were getting more and more irritated at your presence as the night had worn on. The man that seemed to be in charge didn’t have as much control over them as you liked and when he had said he was going to sleep for a few hours you had decided that was your best chance.

Running away was much easier without a dress on and you crashed through the vegetation around the camp. The moon was high enough to help light your way but even then you still had no idea where you were going. No idea the direction you were stumbling in. Not that it really mattered, you just needed to get away. You’d worry about where you were once you were safe.

“Get back here!”

You made the mistake of turning to look behind you, the dark voice startling you. It was the man that had spit on you earlier and you shuddered, trying to move even faster to get away. He wasn’t at the camp when you had run and you had hoped he’d be too far away to catch up to you.

Unfortunately you weren’t that lucky.

He continued to shout after you, promising to make you regret taking off from camp. The fear started to take a hold of you again and you felt tears prick at your eyes. No matter how much you begged your legs to move faster it wasn’t enough. The man was getting closer and closer until finally you felt his hands grab at your arms and yank you back against him.

“Don’t touch me!”

The man grunted when you kicked back at him, your foot connecting with his knee. With an angry growl he tried to wrap an arm around your waist but you slammed your head back against his, grinning when you heard the sickening crunch of his nose. Your glee was short lived and with a curse he shoved you down onto the ground.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” He reached for the gun at his belt and pulled it out of its holster, pulling the hammer back and pointing it down at you. “Salty will just have to find another fiancé.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the shot. Pictures of Copia appeared in your mind and you let out a broken sob. You loved him so much and now you’d never get to tell hi–

A loud shot rang out and your entire body flinched, waiting for the inevitable pain of the bullet. When seconds passed with nothing you slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see the man still there glaring at you. Instead you saw him falling to the side, his eyes wide and unseeing. A figure emerged behind him, stepping into the moonlight and you let out a heavy sob when a familiar set of mismatched eyes became visible.

“What did I say about running away?”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh but you were quickly overcome with emotion again. Your hands reached out for him, desperate for his touch. Desperate to be held by him again. Copia quickly obliged, dropping to his knees next to you and gathering you up in his arms. He pressed kisses into your hair as you cried and whispered promise after promise that he’d never let you get hurt again.

The journey back to the casino was mostly quiet.

When you and Copia had gotten back to the camp the sun was starting to rise in the sky. The Ghouls milling around and cleaning things up. Sunshine had been the first to rush over, enveloping you and a long hug that brought more tears to your eyes. When she pulled away she was holding your dagger out to you, the one you had shoved into the first man that had tried to grab you.

“You did what you had to, Princess.”

You nodded, leaning back into the comfort of Copia’s embrace for a moment. The other Ghouls came up one after the other. The biggest surprise for you was Dewdrop, he had thrown his arms around both you and Copia with a wide grin on his face. Copia had to shove him off when he lingered too long but he fell back with a laugh, winking at you before he let Aether take his place.

The calm Ghoul didn’t embrace you, instead he took your hands and started gently unwrapping the rope that was tied tightly around them. You hissed as they came off, your skin red and raw underneath. Copia kept an arm around you as Aether rubbed a salve over the skin, quickly wrapping them in some clean cloth with a promise to clean them again when you got back to the casino.

Your other wounds were given a quick check before Aether nodded at Copia and walked away. Your knuckles were fairly scraped up with a few larger cuts across them. The wound on your scalp would definitely need to be cleaned but thankfully it didn’t hurt as much anymore. The throbbing in your skull had faded to a dull ache as well. You couldn’t wait to get back to the casino and hopefully have a long bath.

You had planned on asking about what had happened with Terzo and what they had done when they’d gotten back to the casino but as soon as you were settled in front of Copia on Brizio you couldn’t keep your eyes open. The exhaustion of everything that had happened since you had left The Ministry caught up with you and you were asleep in seconds. You didn’t even fully wake up until you were riding back into town, the casino large and looming in front of you.

Mountain came over, helping you off Brizio easily. You were turning to wait for Copia but Cumulus was rushing over, Aurora hot on her heels.

“Come on Princess, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Copia dropped down next to you and prodded you over to the Ghoulettes.

“Go on, let them take care of you.” He pulled you close for a moment, not seeming to care about all the eyes on the both of you. “I’ll meet you in my room soon, yeah?”

You nodded and took Cumulus’s hand, letting her pull you towards the Ghoul’s building. Her and Aurora chatted while they led you to a room full of steaming bathtubs, quickly helping you out of your dirty clothes and into one of the tubs. You let their words wash over you, too tired to speak much yourself. In truth your mind was too busy to pay attention anyway. Thinking about what might happen now with Copia’s brothers, with Saltarian. About what might happen with Copia himself.

The sun was completely gone when they were done. Aurora handed you a familiar dark red shirt and you blushed when she grinned at you. They gave you a robe next and led you up the back set of stairs to avoid the common area. It wasn’t as loud as you had expected and you imagined that most everyone was probably tired themselves or working in the casino. The door to Copia’s room was familiar and welcome and you gladly accepted Aurora’s hug when she let you in and left.

You tried not to be disappointed that Copia wasn’t there.

His room was much like it was when you had left it the other night, although it was clear that he had left it in a rush. You made your way to the bed, dropping the robe on the floor and sitting down. There was a soft knock on the door and you quickly grabbed a blanket, getting your bare legs covered right as Copia walked in.

“How are you feeling, Principessa?”

“Good. Better.” You gave him a soft smile as he walked over, your eyes taking him in. He was only in his pants and a button up shirt, his suspenders clinging to his shoulders. “Clean.”

He laughed softly as he knelt at your feet, his eyes roaming over the blanket for a moment before setting a bowl of water and a rag down onto the floor.

“Let’s see those hands, eh?”

Copia was quiet as he cleaned your knuckles.

You stayed quiet too, content to just be close to him. To be someplace safe with him. He had scrubbed his face of the grime from the road and the fight so you were able to see him without his paint. A rare treat that let you see the bags under his eyes, the toll that the life he had been living had taken on him. You let yourself imagine a different life for him, one that had no battles and no worries. A peaceful life in the country maybe, on a farm with room for his Ghouls...

And hopefully room for you too.

He pressed his rag into a deeper cut and you hissed, pulling your hand away to cradle it against your chest.

“Mi dispiace, Principessa. I’m not sure I have the most gentle hands for this.” He dropped the rag into the bowl of water and sat back on his heels, his hands resting on your blanket covered knees. “Let me go get Aether. Or Sunshine? They’ll do a better job than me.”

“No!” You dropped your hands over his, covering his own scraped up skin with your own. “Please, no. Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not much of a nurse.”

“I don’t need you to be anything, Copia. I just need you here with me.”

He leaned forward then, moving back onto his knees and dropping his head into your lap. You felt his lips brush against the backs of your hands, ghosting along the cuts and bruises you had gotten. His shoulders shook slightly and you couldn’t help but fall forward yourself, burying your nose in his soft hair.

“I’ll never let you get hurt again.”

Copia leaned back, freeing one of his hands from yours to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed across your skin briefly before he pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was one you didn’t think you would ever forget. It was soft and full of promises, promises neither of you had spoken aloud yet but they were there between you regardless. All too quickly he pulled away, a soft smile on his face.

It was your favorite smile of his.

“I’m ok, I’m safe. Thanks to you.” He ducked his head down like he always did in moments like this but you let him. Deciding a little teasing would help ease the heavy emotions between you. “Although I think the Ghouls did most of the work.”

Copia laughed as he took the rag up again, squeezing the excess water out before taking one of your hands once more.

“I don’t know, I think you were doing pretty good on your own.”

You couldn’t help but grin, proud that Copia thought so. Some of his hair fell across his forehead and you reached out with your other hand to brush it back, letting your fingers linger against his skin a little longer than necessary. He looked up from cleaning your hand and caught your eyes. Slowly he turned his head to press a kiss to your palm before looking back down to your hand.

As he worked you let your mind wander, running over every moment you had shared with Copia since you had met. You had to stifle a laugh at that. ‘Met’ wasn’t exactly the best way to describe your initial meeting. The man had kidnapped you after all. The same man you had spent your nights dreaming about. An escape from a world of being used as a bargaining chip in your father’s business deals and a future of being something purely ornamental.

But all that changed with a wink and a grin from the man at your feet.

“I’m pretty sure I broke that one guy’s nose.” Copia chuckled, shaking his head while he muttered something in Italian. “What was that?”

“Nothing important.”

You poked his leg with your foot, the blanket moving out of the way to expose part of your bare leg. Copia stopped cleaning your hand when he saw it, not moving at all except for the flexing of his jaw.

“Tell me.” He still hadn’t looked away from your leg, like his brain was having trouble processing the knowledge that you were naked save for his borrowed shirt. You gave him another poke, this time jamming your toes against him a little harder. “Tell me right now.”

“Have you always been this demanding?”

“Yes. Now tell me what you said.” When he remained silent you attempted to poke him again but he grabbed your foot, easily holding onto it when you tried to pull it away. You shivered when he ran his calloused thumb along the side. “Copia.”

“Diavolessa.”

“In English!”

Copia finally looked away from your leg, slowly running his eyes up your body until he was looking right into yours. His soft smile had now been replaced by that insufferable grin of his and despite how much it annoyed you it was hard not to match it with one of your own.

“Per favore.”

“Per fav–oh! Copia, no!”

Your words ended in a shriek as he dug his fingers into the bottom of your foot. You fell back on your elbows and tried to kick away from him, desperate to escape the tickling sensation. With a deep laugh he finally relented and let go. Your back hit the wall beside his bed as you scrambled to get away, the blanket completely falling from your legs and getting pushed to the side with the movement.

He stood up then, his eyes dark as they stayed fixed on you. Where your boldness came from you weren’t sure but you spread your legs slowly before tucking them under you and rising to your knees. Copia reached up and shrugged out of his suspenders, his fingers quickly going to work on the buttons of his shirt.

“Come here, she-devil.”

“Per favore.”

His smile was brilliant and it had you moving closer despite him not saying anything. When you were close enough he quickly reached out and grabbed you around your waist, yanking your body against his. Your hands landed on his chest to keep yourself steady, your fingers tangling in the dark hair that covered him. He dipped his head down but you quickly moved yours back, raising your eyebrow when he let out a heavy sigh.

“Please, Principessa.”

You both moved at the same time, your mouths meeting in a desperate kiss. One of his hands dropped to cover your ass and when his fingers flexed against your flesh you moaned into his mouth. The noise had him breaking away with a moan of his own but he stayed close, sliding both of his hands down your back until they were gripping the back of your thighs.

“Copia, wha-”

He yanked your legs out from under you and when your back hit his bed again you laughed, nearly giddy with happiness. Copia finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it over his head, immediately unbuckling his belt and then working on the buttons of his pants. In the next moment he was naked in front of you, standing proudly in the moonlight but with fidgeting fingers at his sides.

Copia was breathtaking. It didn’t matter that you had never seen anyone else like this, Copia was the only one you needed to see this way. His shoulders and arms were strong, well muscled from years of work. Your eyes moved down his chest, lingering on his tattoo for a moment before running down to his soft belly and sides. His thick thighs flexed as he climbed onto the bed, slowly moving between your legs and then reaching out to grip the bottom of his shirt you wore.

When he hesitated you took over and pulled the deep red shirt you loved to steal over your head. Copia looked you over much like you had done to him, his eyes lingering on the bruises you had received. He was hesitating again, like he was afraid to move, afraid to touch you. It was strange not seeing him confident and cocky. You reached out for his hands, tangling your fingers together and pulling them to cover your heart.

“Principessa…”

“I am here, we are here. Safe and together.” You lifted your foot and ran it up and down his thigh. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

“I won’t. I’ll give you everything.” He pulled a hand away and slipped his arm around your waist, tugging you across the bed so your head was laying on his pillows. “Anything you want.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, your fingers brushing against his sideburn. Copia lowered himself down to settle against you, holding himself up by his elbows. The moonlight caught his eyes and like always the white one gave that almost otherworldly glow. You trailed your fingers across his cheek and down to his mouth, running them along his full bottom lip before dropping it down to your chest.

“I just want you.”

It was like a dam broke between you, Copia swiftly lowered his head to yours and took your mouth in a rough kiss. Oh you would never tire of this, of the way he seemed to use his entire body to kiss you. He buried a hand in your hair and tilted your head so he could deepen it. You opened your mouth under his and his tongue immediately tangled with yours.

At the same time his hips started grinding down against you, his hard cock brushing across your lower belly. You could feel him leaking already as the tip moved across your skin, trailing the proof of how turned on he was. Of how turned on you were making him. That knowledge had you pressing harder back against him, hooking a leg around the back of his leg to try to get as close as possible.

Copia pulled away, groaning when you ground up towards him again. He began nipping at your lips, causing little zings of pleasure to shoot through you. When you tried to capture his lips again he smiled and pulled away just out of reach.

“Patience, Principessa.” He began to drop kisses down your chin and along your jawline. His teeth nipped at your earlobe, sucking it between his lips to soothe the hurt with his tongue before letting go. “I’ve been waiting for this for quite some time.”

“Since wh-oh, since when?”

He didn’t answer at first, content to keep kissing you. His lips trailed down your neck to your shoulders before moving to your collar bones. You hissed when he nipped there too but he quickly ran his tongue across the mark, smirking when he looked up to see you watching him.

“Probably since that first day when you busted my nose.”

You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand to try to stifle your laughter. It didn’t last long though, Copia continued his path down your chest until his mouth was hovering over a breast. His hot breath had you trembling with anticipation, waiting for him to continue his worship of your body. It seemed like forever before he peeked his tongue out and flicked it across your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

“Copia, don’t tease. I just…”

His mouth dropped down, pulling the tip of your breast into his mouth and sucking. Your body bucked off the bed and you buried your hands in his hair to keep him there. The hot, wet suction of his mouth felt so good and it only amplified when he nipped at your nipple. You mewled when he pulled off with a pop, your hands trying to keep him close to your chest.

“In my church, Principessa, this is one way we worship.” He leaned down and pulled your nipple between his lips, hollowing his cheeks and sucking roughly. Copia slid his free hand up your chest and took hold of your other breast, massaging it between his calloused fingers for a moment before he pulled his mouth away again. “You are my altar.”

Your body was trembling in earnest now as he moved lower, his mouth and tongue leaving a trail across your belly button and then stopping right above your cunt. He pressed his hands against the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart so you were open before him. You watched Copia lower his head and take a deep breath right over you before he groaned deep in his chest.

He lowered his head even more until his nose brushed against your clit, teasing around it a few times before sliding his tongue out and across the small nub. Your hips bucked up immediately, desperate for more contact. Copia must have been just as desperate as you because he quickly went at it again, tonguing your clit over and over again until it was red and swollen.

You were a whimpering mess already, your thighs quivering beneath his hands as his mouth worshiped you. He pulled your clit between his lips, suckling it like he had done your nipple. The sensation was racing you towards your orgasm and you buried a hand in his hair to try to keep him there. You wanted to come so badly, you wanted to hit that peak under his mouth. Copia groaned around your clit when your nails dug into his scalp and after one last hard suck you finally got what you needed, your orgasm tearing through you and making you cry out.

As you laid there panting Copia was still making noises against your cunt, his mouth now lower and his tongue licking long stripes between your lips. Your hand fell out of his hair and you instead covered one of his hands on your thighs. You barely had the strength to do anything but watch him, watch as your wetness covered his nose and mouth. His mustache was soaked and shining in the moonlight as well and it tickled your sensitive skin as he continued to mouth at you.

When he tongued across your trembling entrance you finally moved, your hips jumping up to meet his mouth involuntarily. Copia chuckled darkly, his eyes finally leaving your wet, pink flesh to catch your gaze. He didn’t look away as he pressed his tongue against it, his eyes only drifting closed when he was able to push it inside of you and lap at the inside of your walls.

“Ah! Copia!”

He kept his mouth on you but you could feel his growl echo into you. Your cries of his name spurred him on and he lapped roughly at you, closing his lips around your entrance and sucking, like he was desperate for every drop of your previous release. You didn’t even notice one of his hands leaving your thigh before his mouth pulled away and two fingers prodded at your entrance. They easily slipped inside and he went to work thrusting them in and out of you, scissoring his fingers off and on to stretch you.

To get you ready for him.

Your blood was so loud in your ears you didn’t even register Copia was speaking at first. His voice was low as he continued to pump his fingers.

“...mine, Principessa and I will give you everything I can. Anything in my power.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you watched him, as you listened to him. You were close to another orgasm and you were absolutely desperate for it, your hips moving to meet his thrusting fingers. Copia pulled his hand off your thigh and gripped the base of his cock, letting out an almost pained groan as he squeezed himself. The sight of him nearly losing control of himself was all it took for you to hit your peak again and you came with a shuddering cry, your inner walls contracting around his fingers.

You weren’t sure how long you drifted in that zone of pleasure. The brush of lips across your cheeks finally brought you back to yourself and when you opened your eyes Copia was right there, gazing down at you with such a look of fondness you nearly had to close your eyes again. He must have wiped his mouth off but his mustache was still in a state and you reached up with a shaking hand to help get it under control, smiling when he rolled his eyes.

“Anything in your power?”

“Sì.”

His cock brushed against you, still hard and leaking. You spread your legs to try to open yourself up for him again. Needing to feel him against you. Needing to feel him in you.

“Only you, Copia. That’s all.” He smiled, ducking his head down for a moment to collect himself. When he raised it up again his smile was wide and you couldn’t help but match it while you brushed his hair off his forehead again. “At least for right now.”

He dropped his head into the crook of your shoulder, his body quaking with laughter. You took the opportunity to wrap a leg around his waist and press yourself against his cock. His laughter turned into a deep groan and he quickly rose up to kiss you roughly. The taste of yourself on his lips had you whimpering, chasing the taste with your tongue. You angled your hips so his cock brushed against your cunt and he broke away quickly with a growl.

“Diavolessa.”

You couldn’t find the strength to respond, you had become so desperate for him. Desperate for him to enter you and make you his. You continued to rock your hips against him, wanting him so badly you felt delirious with it. When he began to move back you tightened your leg, worried he was going to move away. Copia whispered something soft in Italian towards you before dropping another kiss to your lips.

He stayed close, but moved away enough to settle more comfortably between your legs. You watched with bated breath as he stroked his cock, his eyes briefly falling shut. Feeling bold you reached out and covered his hand with yours, helping him pleasure himself. He called you a she-devil again under his breath but you just smiled and continued to touch him. His cock was hot and throbbing, twitching almost desperately towards you.

“Are you ready, Principessa?”

You nodded desperately, your mouth falling open when he gently removed your hand from his cock and began to press himself against your entrance. Your body welcomed him, opening around the head of his cock and stretching as he pushed inside. You wrapped your arms around his back and clung to him. Worried that if you let go he would disappear and that this would be a dream. A sob left you and Copia immediately pulled back so he could see your face.

“I’m sorry, I just…I thought I wouldn’t see you again and now…”

“You’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”

Copia started to pull out, his cock dragging along your walls slowly for just a moment before he pushed back in. He continued to move like that until he was finally fully inside of you, his hips flush against yours. You kept your arms tight around him, holding him close so his face was hovering over yours.

The moonlight still highlighted his face and your eyes traced his freckles as your body adjusted to him being inside of you. The silver in his hair shone just like his white eye and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling up at him. You had to tell him, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I love you.”

You weren’t sure what to expect, you weren’t even sure he felt the same but it didn’t matter. You needed him to know. Copia let out a breath, lowering his head to kiss you briefly before pulling up with a smile on his face.

“E ti amo.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, over and over along your lips and cheeks and nose.

“Copia?”

“I love you, Principessa. More than I can say and more than I have any right to.” He moved away then, holding himself up by his hands as he stared down at you. Slowly he began to pull his cock out, stopping when only the tip was inside of you. “You’re mine. Forever.”

He pushed back in, slow and steady. You pressed your head back against the pillow as your body took him, the stretch delicious. Copia stayed flush against you, watching your face like he was waiting for something. You let out a breathless laugh as you wrapped both your legs around his waist and kept him close.

“Forever.”

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survivalshipping · 2 years ago

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(BELATED) Ninjago Fic Rec Week Masterpost

Hey people! I’ve been working on this all week but unfortunately was too busy to really post any of it while the week was happening, so I’m posting all seven days late. I combed my entire bookmarks for this :3

DAY 1 (CANON/LLOYD)

o.k. overture by newnins

For the Lloyd prompt! I just Really Like this Lloyd fic, man. If you read the stuff i write you know how much I love deep introspection into Lloyd struggling with normalcy and his identity/purpose. Also any Skylor + Lloyd friendship is a WIN for me and is sorely underutilized

Chain Reaction by TeuthidaRegina

For the Canon and Lloyd prompt! One of multiple fics on here written by my bestie! I love beast Lloyd so so much and this fic is So Good. Let my man be more creature. I love dragoni Lloyd

Lloyd Gets a Ransom Note by BumblebeeEnby

For the Lloyd prompt! A fic where Lloyd gets to have a meal with Garmadon and Vinny. I’m absolutely obsessed with this fic for several reasons (see: my URL) and it feels so in-character and organic. Would love to be a fly on the wall for this one, honestly.

DAY 2 (AU/MOVIEVERSE/JAY)

Who Said You’re On Your Own? by Subpar_Samurai

For the AU prompt! This is for an AU that I remember seeing posts of by the author/artist prior to the fic being published and being immediately intrigued by it. It’s a story where Ronin is the one who takes Lloyd under his wing and raises him. I really like Ronin. I haven’t seen updates on this AU in a while but I still love it dearly

Prodigal Prince by TeuthidaRegina

For the AU and Movieverse prompt! Another fic written by my bestie. An AU where movie!Lloyd is raised by Garmadon instead...but is still the Green Ninja! The dynamics in this fic are so good. It has everything. Papa Garmadon, Very Much Oni Lloyd, and so, so much drama. Please read this I beg of you

Survivors by Finn_M_Corvex

For the Jay prompt! This was a fic I found relatively recently and it’s...super good? It deals with the survivor’s guilt that both Jay and Lloyd feel due to certain experiences. Jay is written really well in this. It’s also incredibly heartwrenching.

The Catboy-ification of Lloyd Garmadon by jays-supersonic-dynamo

For the Movieverse prompt! THEEEEEE movie fic. THE TLNM FIC EVER. Everything about this fic is absolutely perfect and it’s such fun writing for every movie iteration of the characters involved. I don’t care that Lloyd hates the term, I love dragoni Lloyd in this fic. Catboy is Real

DAY 3 (ANGST/KAI)

a day in the life of a fatherless child by holographicknife

For the Angst prompt! This fic upsets me in a good way. Lloyd deals with his trauma by himself, including a certain somebody showing up. It’s incredibly heartwrenching. Totally recommend.

An Impromptu Little Brother by Leonardo_Charles_BlueWood_21

For the Kai prompt! One of the absolute holy grails of Kai + Lloyd fics, showcasing the development of their brotherly relationship following young Lloyd joining the ninja and living with them. Super good, and Kai’s written great here.

Off the Deep End by Kiss_The_Cook

For the Angst and Kai prompt! I don’t have a ton to say about this, but the way Kai is written in this is impeccable. Read it.

DAY 4 (FLUFF/COLE)

Dancing in the Rain by K1ngtok1

For the Fluff prompt! Super cute fic starring Lil Lloyd and Kai. Incredibly sweet. This fic just feels like a warm hug.

Let’s Dye this World by PeachPopFizz

For the Fluff prompt! Lloyd dyes his hair. Chaos ensues. Don’t have much to say, but this fic is so much fun and I love it

hate to say i love you by lloydenthusiast

For the Fluff prompt! Lloyd struggles to tell his found family how much he loves them. Incredibly bittersweet and overall a great read.

DAY 5 (MULTICHAPTER/NYA)

Devil’s Horns by TeuthidaRegina

For the Multichapter prompt! Fic #3 on this list written by my best friend. Even though not everything by them is on here you should read everything by them. S10 divergence fic featuring a whole lotta oni Lloyd and also a whole lotta oni in general. What more could you want? This fic is perfection and I honestly forgot that that wasn’t what happened canonically because I like this way better

Perfect Gardens by northpen

For the Multichapter prompt! Post S10, Lloyd becomes a child again. SUPER long, SUPER angsty, and overall just super super interesting. northpen is a phenomenal author in this fandom. The interactions between Garmadon and Lloyd are so complex, too. I can’t wait for the next chapter of this fic.

Line of Position (author has since orphaned this fic)

For the Nya prompt! Takes place during Hunted. Nya’s thinking about her family while she’s stargazing. Going to be real this fic made me so damn sad. I feel like there aren’t enough Hunter Nya works out there

Meet Again by northpen

For the Multichapter prompt! I don’t remember if I found this, or somebody recommended it to me, but when I started reading I think I read all but one chapter instead of sleeping. And then I proceeded to wake up the next day and finish it. SUPER good future fic involving reincarnation of sorts, Cole and Zane excluded since they’re still alive. This fic genuinely had me at the edge of my seat as it developed. I don’t want to spoil much but it’s worth the read.

DAY 6 (DYNAMIC DUOS/ZANE)

Piggyback by Echo_K

For the Dynamic Duos prompt! Two different scenes of Lloyd and Kai! Very cute, falls into hurt/comfort territory, but overall is a sweet story. Shows off the development of Kai and Lloyd’s bond well.

You Give Me the Strength I Need (To Cry) by fruitcasket

For the Dynamic Duos prompt! To say that this fic is incredible is an absolute understatement. It focuses on Kai and Lloyd, taking inspiration from The Splinter in the Blind Man’s Eye, and every part of it is amazing. Both perspectives are used. It’s also a multichapter! Seriously, I can’t recommend this enough.

thaw by lloydenthusiast

For the Dynamic Duos and the Zane prompt! A post-S11 fic involving dealing with the repercussions of the Ice Emperor. Really goes in-depth on both how it affected Zane and Lloyd. I don’t see a TON of fics about the two of them so this is always nice to see.

You’ve Got Your Transmission and Your Live Wire by Spinchip

For the Zane prompt! In which Zane experiments with their gender after a technical difficulty. I love seeing peoples’ takes on the identity of the characters in this series and this is honestly one of my favorite in that category. The author is also like, the CEO of Zane to me in general so that adds to how well this is written.

DAY 7 (GEN/TEAM)

brick by brick by lloydenthusiast

For the Gen and the Team prompt! A post-s10 fic dealing with Lloyd’s trauma and how he’s handling (or not handling) it. I love love LOVE the dynamics shown in this and how a connection is shown between everybody and every separate pair. It also feels incredibly organic and realistic, especially in terms of the dialogue.

The Candy Aisle by VioletPixels

For the Gen and the Team prompt! Takes place pre-Child’s Play when Lloyd is still a kid being raised by the ninja. Super cute, super heartfelt, and I love how the thought processes of Lloyd are shown. He’s truly a kid in this.

I’m Here by SenseiGrace

For the Gen prompt! After S3E5, when Lloyd is able to escape Pythor + the Overlord’s clutches and Sensei G comes to his aid. Something about fics involving Sensei Garmadon hit different. I especially liked how this fic was from Garmadon’s perspective. Makes me miss him so much.

a compass to lead you home by aura_w

For the Gen prompt! I don’t want to spoil this fic, but it’s Garmadon-focused (post-reincarnation) and deals with him rediscovering himself and dealing with his identity. Probably one of my favorite Garmadon-centric fics out there. Give it a read!

All I’m Asking For by lloydskywalkers

For the Gen and the Team prompt! I know this has probably been on like, everybody’s rec lists, but it’s worth it. Everything lloydskywalkers wrote is totally worth checking out on their ff.net page. It’s a long (26 chapter) fic which I recommend sitting down and reading fully. There’s a LOT I could say about this fic, but I don’t want to spoil people. Every character from the ninja to Wu and Garmadon are written so goddamn well in this. I think I cried reading the last few chapters. Please read this

Once again, very sorry that I’m like, three days late to posting for the Fic Rec week. I have been very busy 😭 but I really wanted to get my recommendations posted and out there for you guys to see!

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etrosgate · 6 months ago

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for fun here's a kh analysis rec list. that also happens to double as a “what convinced me that soriku endgame actually” list? but it's not exclusively about that.

Stuff for Everyone

Constructing Kingdoms

a video series analyzing all sorts of aspects of KH from a literary perspective. there's 20 episodes so far and every single one is a banger. it's difficult to articulate just how much this series increased my understanding and appreciation of KH's narrative. and while most of the essays on this list are Really long, the videos here are pretty short (most are under 30 minutes, and the longest is still just around 40). and a lot of entries on this list are covered in some capacity on this series too! it's a must-watch, and the perfect place to start.

youtube [playlist]

Riku is Gay (and why it matters)

it's not super concisely written, but this video is a fantastic compilation of all the evidence for why riku is, in fact, gay. textually. and not potentially gay in the future, but how he's already canonically intentionally gay. right now.

youtube [main essay] [addition 1] [addition 2]

“That Person” How a Pronoun Revealed the Heart of a Story

a two part essay that presents some major aspects of sora's side of chain of memories that were almost entirely lost in translation (largely due to the nuances of jp pronouns), and extensively analyzes the implications of that source material.

[btw, i made a patch for gba CoM that attempts to reinsert these elements into the game's english script, which you can get here. or you can just watch the cutscene compilation on youtube here]

anyways, im not joking when i say reading this may completely change your perception of CoM. it's now my definitive favorite kh entry (narratively), and i just become more certain of that the closer i look into it. it's so damn clever.

google docs [essay part 1] [part 2] article from "the gamer", abridged [link] and if you think you can debunk it, you're Required to read the Entire original essay first. cause i can assure you, they're probably spent more time evaluating that point than you have.

Necklace Theory

this one should probably be in the section below, but it just ties in so much to the previous CoM essay (and has enough basis) that i'm putting it here. do you remember the meteor shower memory from CoM? this theory posits that in the true version of the memory, the "charm" was sora's crown necklace, given to him by riku.

tumblr masterpost [link] youtube, abridged [link] article from "the gamer", abridged [link]

The Music of Kingdom Hearts

what it says on the tin, an analysis of the music throughout the series, the connections between tracks, and how they're utilized in the narrative.

youtube [playlist]

Stuff for Theorists

The Sleeping Realm Theory

you might've heard about this one. though presented as a singular theory, it's also just a really fantastic documentation of a lot of the Weird Shit that's in kh3+remind. speaking of which, if you know of any other good theories about the puzzle box that is kh3, please tell me.

google docs [essay] youtube, comprehensive+additional discussion [playlist]

A Type-0 Fan's Guide to the Foretellers

this essay establishes the definitive connections between kh (specifically, the χ[chi] saga) and the game final fantasy type-0(+its mobile game), and uses that as a springboard for speculation. it happens to also lend some genuine credibility to "demyx is the MoM" theory? it's a fun read.

google docs [essay]

False Light: A Master of Masters Analysis

an essay compiling all the known info about the MoM, and then providing some speculative theories as to his identity and future in the series. a lot of great stuff to chew on, highly recommended

google docs [essay]

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+i've got some really good reblogs in my kh tag

and if YOU have kh analysis/theory recs (in any format, on any topic and arguing any position, so long as its well reasoned/gives you stuff to think about) PLEASE GIVE THEM TO MEEE <3 <3

discussing soriku endgame actually with fellow believers

#i do know about the 358/2 midsummer night's dream one btw i just haven't read it yet #I LVOE KINGDOM HEARTS YAYYYYY YIPPIEEEEE YAHOOO #i've been having SO MUCH FUN deep diving into it these past few months #my post #kingdom hearts #gif

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lornaslibrary · 6 years ago

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Witches, Werewolves, and Vampires

Last week I asked you to recommend books on the subject of witches, werewolves, and vampires. Here are all of the books that were recommended!!

Bold = the books I’ve read * = the books I personally would recommend + = want to read/on my TBR

Witches

Children of Blood and Bone (Legacy of Orïsha #1), by Tomi Adeyemi +

Undead Girl Gang, by Lily Anderson

The Girl Who Drank the Moon, by Kelly Barnhill

Chime, by Franny Billingsley

The Witch’s Daughter (The Witch’s Daughter #1), by Paula Brackston

The Gemma Doyle Trilogy, by Libba Bray

The Lost Coast, by Amy Rose Capetta +

The Bone Witch (The Bone Witch #1), by Rin Chupeco +

The Binding, by Bridget Collins

Labyrinth Lost (Brooklyn Brujas #1), by Zoraida Córdova +

Witches of Lychford (Lychford #1), by Paul Cornell

City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments #1), by Cassandra Clare

The Witches, by Peter Curtis

The Witches, by Roald Dahl

Truthwitch (The Witchlands #1), by Susan Dennard

The Wicked Deep, by Shea Ernshaw +

Bitter Greens, by Kate Forsyth

Wise Child (Doran #1), by Monica Furlong

Coraline, by Neil Gaiman +

The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman +

The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman +

Beautiful Creatures (Caster Chronicles #1), by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl

Hex Life: Wicked New Tales of Witchery, by Christopher Golden

A Discovery of Witches (All Souls Trilogy #1), by Deborah Harkness

Chocolat (Chocolat #1), by Joanne Harris

Practical Magic, by Alice Hoffman

Born At Midnight (Shadow Falls #1), by CC Hunter

Sanctuary, by V.V. James

Howl’s Moving Castle (Howl’s Moving Castle #1), by Dianne Wynne Jones

Literary Witches: A Celebration of Magical Women Writers, by Taisia Kitaiskaia

Summer of Salt, by Katrina Leno

Hold Me Closer, Necromancer (Necromancer #1), by Lish McBride

When the Moon Was Ours, by Anna-Marie McLemore *

Wicked, by Gregory Maguire

Circe, by Madelline Miller

Witch Hunt, by Syd Moore

A Secret History of Witches, by Louisa Morgan

The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern +

The Worst Witch (Worst Witch #1), by Jill Murphy

Akata Witch (Akata Witch #1), by Nnedi Okorafor

Wyrd Sisters (Discworld #6, Witches #2), by Terry Pratchett

The Wee Free Men (Discworld #30, Tiffany Aching #1), by Terry Pratchett

Falling Kingdoms (Falling Kingdoms #1), by Morgan Rhodes

The Witching Hour (Lives of the Mayfair Witches #1), by Anne Rice

Carry On (Simon Snow #1), by Rainbow Rowell

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (Harry Potter #1), by J.K. Rowling *

A Darker Shade of Magic (Shades of Magic #1), by V.E. Schwab *

Toil & Trouble: 15 Tales of Women and Witchcraft, by Tess Sharpe

Secret Vampire (Night World #1), by LJ Smith

A Curse of Ash and Embers (Tales of the Blackbone Witches #1), by Jo Spurrier

These Witches Don’t Burn (These Witches Don’t Burn #1), by Isabel Sterling +

The Raven Boys (The Raven Cycle #1), by Maggie Stiefvater

When My Heart Was Wicked, by Tricia Stirling

Cirkeln (Engelsfors #1), by Mats Strandberg and Sara Bergmark Elfgren

Book of Shadows (Sweep #1), by Cate Tiernan

The Price Guide to the Occult, by Leslye Walton

The Babysitters Coven, by Kate Williams

Sorcery & Cecelia: or, The Enchanted Chocolate Pot, by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer

Castle Hangnail, by Ursula Vernon

Werewolves

Bitten (Otherworld #1), by Kelley Armstrong

Soulless (The Parasol Protectorate #1), by Gail Carriger +

City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments #1), by Cassandra Clare

Silver in the Blood, by Jessica Day George

Fateful, by Claudia Gray

The Silvered, by Tanya Huff

Born At Midnight (Shadow Falls #1), by CC Hunter

Cycle of the Werewolf, by Stephen King *

Blood and Chocolate, by Annette Curtis Klause

Hemlock (Hemlock #1), by Kathleen Peacock

Red Moon, by Benjamin Percy

The Fifth Elephant (Discworld #24), by Terry Pratchett

Secret Vampire (Night World #1), by LJ Smith

Shiver (Wolves of Mercy Falls #1), by Maggie Stiefvater

Vampires

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, by Holly Black *

Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod #1), by Heather Brewer

Soulless (The Parasol Protectorate #1), by Gail Carriger +

City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments #1), by Cassandra Clare

The Passage (The Passage #1), by Justin Cronin *

The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman +

Evernight (Evernight #1), by Claudia Gray

The Radleys, by Matt Haig

A Discovery of Witches (All Souls Trilogy #1), by Deborah Harkness

My Blood Approves (My Blood Approves #1), by Amanda Hocking

RoseBlood, by A.G. Howard

Bunnicula (Bunnicula #1), by Deborah and James Howe

Blood Price (Vicki Nelson #1), by Tanya Huff

Born At Midnight (Shadow Falls #1), by CC Hunter

The Immortal Rules (Blood of Eden #1), by Julie Kagawa

‘Salem’s Lot, by Stephen King *

The Silver Kiss, by Annette Curtis Klause

The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova

Let the Right One In, by John Ajvide Lindqvist

Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy #1), by Richelle Mead

Sunshine, by Robin McKinley

Anno Dracula (Anno Dracula #1), byKim Newman

Carpe Jugulum (Discworld #23), by Terry Pratchett

Interview with a Vampire (The Vampire Chronicles #1), by Anne Rice +

Night Owls (Night Owls #1), by Lauren M. Roy

Strange Practice ( Dr.Greta Helsing #1), by Vivian Shaw

Tantalize (Tantalize #1), by Cynthia Leitich Smith

Secret Vampire (Night World #1), by LJ Smith

Dracula, by Bram Stoker *

Dracul, by Dacre Stoker and J.D Barker *

If you recommended books but don’t see your recommendations here, feel free to message me to let me know I missed your response

Other Chain Recs Masterposts

#Chain Recs #Chain Recs Masterpost #booklr #book recommendations #my recommendations #the witches of new york #werewolves #vampires #mine

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bizarrelittlemew · 2 years ago

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fic masterpost

with links to tumblr posts in case you want to make my day and rec one ❤️ one-shots under the cut since this was getting long (yay?!)

this post will be updated as I add more!

tag for scrolling through them all | my AO3 | flowchart

Multi-chapter (7)

Something timeless going on (post) 9 chapters, ~37.3k words, E, canon divergence au (different first meeting) - COMPLETE

Where Edward Teach is 20 years old when he first meets Stede Bonnet, and they become friends with benefits (and a lot of feelings) through the years until Stede goes to sea.

Wanna share? (post) 2 chapters, ~12.9k words, E, modern au (music festival) - COMPLETE

Ed, a music festival veteran, helps music festival newbie Stede feel very welcome on his first day after meeting him in line for free condoms.

Matching spark and flame (post) 4 chapters, ~29.8k words, E, medieval fantasy au, Reverse Big Bang 2023 - COMPLETE

When prince Stede Bonnet is accused of murdering the royal family, the kingdom calls upon warlord Blackbeard, also known as the Shamer, to use his magic powers to prove Stede's guilt.

Circus Nights (post) 18/31 chapters, ~48k/? words, E, circus au, inspired by the ofmd kinktober 2023 prompts - ONGOING

In all his years with Hornigold's Circus, Ed has never had such a distressing season. The cause? Newcomer Stede Bonnet, with whom he has to share his wagon.

The problem is not that he doesn't like Stede – no, it's that he likes Stede a bit too much. And when Stede asks Ed to teach him his most popular trick, sword swallowing, new opportunities arise...

Five Birthdays and a Funeral (post) 6 chapters, ~58k words, E, modern au - COMPLETE

When Ed and Stede's friend groups merge, they meet at a birthday party, and Stede's life is turned upside-down. As they collide again and again, he not only has to figure out what Ed means to him, but what he means to himself.

Or: The five times Stede wasn't ready, and the one time he was.

In the sack (post) 2 chapters, ~8.3k words, E, post-s2 - COMPLETE

To be very honest, Ed had planned on making Stede wear the sack for like, half a day. But once Stede put it on, it was like the air changed around them.

As the latest observation in an interesting chain, Stede in the rice sack onesie is… oh boy. One word does come to Ed’s mind here, and that is obedient.

Ho for the Holidays (post) 67 chapters, ~28.4k words, E, modern au - COMPLETE

Stede needs to find a boyfriend (or at least a date) before Christmas Eve. Along the way, he finds a lot more.

Microfic & Drabbles

warmth, good food, orgasms (post) 319 words, M, post-S2E3

all gold, everywhere, 700 words (7 drabbles), M

One-shots (29)

First Snow (post) ~3.5k words, T, modern au (winter)

Edward wakes up to the first snowfall of the year. He cuddles a depressed Stede, who is totally just his roommate, and takes him to a nearby market.

Prescriptions (post) ~2k words, T, modern au (medical)

Ed is a chief physician on night shift, and it’s a big deal when the hot, new pharmacist (guess who) comes by with a question.

Out of my head (post) ~6.2k words, E, modern au (rock star)

In which Stede gets to do more than just meet his rock star crush after the show.

A dollar short (post) ~6.6k words, T, modern au (coffee shop)

A new coffee shop in Ed’s neighborhood has a Dutch auction-style book sale, lowering the price by one dollar each day. Ed gets very attached to one particular book, and one particular coffee shop owner.

Hiptyscoop (post) ~6.7k words, E, modern au (magic)

Stede takes his school team for a Hiptyscoop tournament at Queen Anne's Academy, but ends up taking on a different challenge.

Save it 'til the morning after (post) ~2.9k words, T, modern au

Ed wakes up in a stranger's apartment and needs the stranger's help to piece together the night before over breakfast.

Throw away the oars (post) ~10.5k words, E, modern au

Ed joins a rowing team over the summer with ulterior motives. The only problem is that Stede, the instructor, is twice his age. This doesn't stop Ed from trying, anyway.

From gloom to grace (post) 8.2k words, T, modern au

When Ed and Stede get lost in Iceland, they happen upon an eerie place, and have to deal with the consequences of being poisoned by a strange substance (cuddle pollen, it's cuddle pollen).

Call your wife (post) ~3.2k words, E, modern au

Ed’s best friend of several years might be getting divorced. He also might have his hand down Ed’s underwear while they sit around the campfire with their colleagues.

I adore seafood (post) ~5.5k words, T, 19th century au

Ed answers a personal ad in the newspaper, but has a hard time figuring out if Stede's intentions are what he thinks they are – and whether Stede is aware of it.

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe (post) ~15.3k words, E, 70's au

Glam is rocking the Sunset Strip in LA, and Edward Teach is rocking glam. But then he hears rumors about Stede Bonnet, a groupie who might just provide the excitement he's been longing for.

Who are we saying is captain right now? (post) ~6.8k words, E, 90's au, Ed/Stede/Roach

When Roach’s car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, he has to count on the kindness of the strangers who live in the only house nearby.

Overcompensation (post) ~9.2k words, E, modern au

Ed is pining for Stede, who is dating Ed's best friend Mary. While Mary is aware that Stede is likely gay (which Stede hasn't realized), she has no idea Ed is in love with him.

A Series of Cases of Penetrating Stab Wounds of the Abdomen (post) ~1.9k words, T, fix-it in the format of a published medical case report

Abstract: We present five cases of penetrative stab wounds of the abdomen (all involving the same two patients) and the care and interventions that led to successful recovery (and reconciliation).

Cashmere and lace (post) ~2.3k words, E, modern au

As far as Stede knew, men like that didn’t usually wear lace panties and garters.

Getting dressed (post) ~3k words, E, post-canon (post-reunion)

Stede has trouble finding something to wear other than his white stockings and yellow robe, Ed suggests an activity that doesn't require getting dressed.

Know real love when it aches (post) ~4.8k words, E, post-canon (reunion)

Stede Bonnet is dead, and Ed has made his peace with it.

Until Stede stumbles onto deck and right into his arms.

Five-star review (post) ~5.2k words, E, modern au

“D’you think I came all this way to not suck your dick?”

Losing count (post) ~2.7k words, E, canon compliant, missing S2E6 scene

Ed went there to talk. They don’t talk.

Out the gates (post) ~2.9k words, E, modern au, in the Throw away the oars universe

The summer is coming to an end, and as Ed and Stede share a morning in bed, Ed realizes that his crush has bloomed into love.

Testing the waves (post) 8.1k words, E, modern au, Stede/Ed/Mary

Ed is thrilled when his best friend (with benefits) from college, Mary, gets hired at the hospital where he works. He’s even more thrilled to meet her husband.

Five Hours and a Minute (post) 6666 words, M, modern au, follow-up to Five Birthdays and a Funeral

On New Year's Eve, Stede ponders his relationship to Ed and where he wants it to go. At the very last minute of the year, everything turns around.

Heatwave (post) ~3.4k words, E, modern au

During a heatwave, Ed lounges around in his underwear playing video games until Stede comes home from work.

Turning a page (post) ~5.3k words, E, modern au

Stede orders a lot of books. Ed delivers them.

The next adventure (post) ~3k words, E, modern/70s au, prequel to Who are we saying is captain right now?

Ed shows up to a gangbang set expecting a normal, boring work day, when it turns out they have hired the cutest fluffer he has ever seen.

Bathtub beginnings (post) ~4.1k words, M, modern/60s au

Roach is trying to find a new home in 1960s New York.

going down (with the ship) (post) ~1k words, E, Dickfuck Day ficlet

Ed believes he is about to go down with the ship, so he might as well see if he can get a taste of Stede Bonnet first.

Bring the boat to shore (post) ~14k words, E, modern au, in the Throw away the oars universe

Ed buys a new motorcycle, but when he goes over to Stede's house to show him—and to tell him he loves him—things don't go as planned.

Come for a ride (post) ~4.1k words, E, modern au/established relationship

OFMD Kinktober 2024 day 16: Leather // "Make a mess of me"

#my fics #fic masterpost #ofmd fanfic #ofmd #ida.stuff #ofmd fic

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linked-universe-fic-finder · 3 years ago

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Fic Recs Masterpost - Character Pairs & Tropes

The first one glitched out when I tried to update it, so this is the replacement. I think it was getting too long, so I separated it into two posts.

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princecharmingmendes · 4 years ago

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Heart by Heart | Chapter X | Raul Mendes

*secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this chapter is finally here, it's a bit shorter, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting for that long anymore and on the cliffhanger, and this was also important for the story development. Anyway, this is the tenth chapter of this series, you can find the first ones here. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!

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*Word Count: 2K+

*Warnings: cursing, violence towards the reader, blood, kidnapping, hostage situation, angst.

Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.

*Posted: September 16th, 2021.

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Raul was a mess as soon as he was able to get into an empty room.

He allowed himself to finally let the severity of the situation hit him. He had no idea where Y/N and Tom were, if they were alright or what could Geonoff could possibly win with this. He certainly would’ve tried blackmailing them to get something in return of the two agents he had in his hands.

He’s been pacing back and forth in the tiny room as he tried to remain calm enough to keep his rationality so he could still be helpful. Raul just wanted to punch his way into that base and get the kid and his girl back, but he knew that was completely stupid, even for him. He could practically see the frown on Y/N’s face if she ever heard his brilliant idea, and the vision alone was almost enough to bring him to tears. Instead he shook his head, knowing that letting his feelings take control would only be a waste of time in this situation, and that’s something he learned a long time ago when he first started working with his best friend.

She was a really rational, and maybe even a bit cold on the field. Always with a sharp remark on the tip of her tongue and a thousand of extra plans in case something failed, she could easily slip into the role of the Professor in Money Heist. Constantly analyzing and thinking. And while she was clearly the brain of their duo, Raul was clearly the heart, not thinking twice before jumping head first to save someone or get and intel. And that’s why they worked so well, he pushed her to be more spontaneous while she kept him in his place (and alive) most of the time.

He needed her more than ever right now.

The sound of hushed whispers and two pairs of shoes approaching him, made Raul sharply move in the direction of the door, still on edge, and waiting for it to reveal his visitors. As soon as the handle turned, he was met with his triplet and Celine wearing the same saddened and worried expressions. He might’ve come down to help with the investigation as fast as he learned about his best friend.

Peter sighed taking in the sight of his brother. Raul looked like a lost puppy in distress, eyes on his face but his mind was clearly somewhere else, shoulders sagged and curls a mess from the constant nervous tugging habit he had. One look was enough for him to know he was carrying all the guilt and having no clue how to fix it. It’s the same look he gave his younger self when he accidentally broke his brand knew camera.

“We’re going to find them” was the first thing he said and Raul nodded, looking unconvinced “It’s not your fault” he then added and at that, his gaze finally seemed to snap into place as he stared his brother dead in the eye.

“Whose fault is it then?” his voice sounded a lot smaller and less threatening than he pictured.

“Geonoff’s” Celine mumbled “but not yours, you did what was best, what was right”

Raul shook his head in response, mumbling a quiet ‘yeah, right’ under his breath, but Celine was quick to take three steps closing the distance between them and placing both hands on his shoulders.

“Cut this shit right now” she snapped, catching both him and Peter by surprise “you and I both know I’m not your biggest fan and never truly got what everyone else saw in you, but this past months changed my perspective of things and you’re actually a decent person, a great friend and an amazing agent, and you did the right thing” she said squeezing his shoulder for great measure “and you and I both know Y/N would’ve wanted you to do the same thing, she’d be proud of you”

Raul nodded slowly and Celine let him go at that, as he was still processing her words. Peter finally reached his brother, placing his hand on his shoulder as he turned to face him “I know you’re going through a lot right now, but we need you to help us find her, we need you to hold on a bit and try to think of the places they could possibly take her, everything you heard or saw on the past month is useful”

He nodded again “yeah, okay, I can do that”

“Good, come with me then” Peter said patting his brother’s back “she’ll come back to us, you and I know her enough to know she’s probably making their life a living hell”

Raul snorted a little laugh, that didn’t quite reach his eyes and nodded along, as they dragged him back into the main room. He needed to do what Y/N would in his place, shut his feelings off and analyze every every they took.

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Y/N starts slowing coming back into her senses, feeling her muscles burning, her arms stiff and head hurting, the dark place she was situated doing little to help her regain her memories. She tried looking around to see if she could find something useful to recognize the place, only noticing a slim frame still unconscious close to her. The person had its back to her, but from their clothes and body type, she was able to recognize them as Tommy.

Tommy who was still breathing and almost at arms reach.

That was a good sign, or as good as it could be in this situation. But he was there, breathing and no signs of big blood loss around them, so no external wounds that needed to be taken care of urgently. She tried to reach for him, but the heavy chains attaching her wrists to the cobblestone floor kept her in place.

She tried locating their belongings, or anything that could help them get out of there, but it was all missing. Raul was also nowhere in sight, which probably meant he wasn’t there and probably the info was delivered safely. At least that’s what she hopped with no signs of him around them.

There? Where the hell was there?

That’s when it finally clicked to her, she had no idea where they were or how long was she out. They could be across the ocean as far as she was concerned. She had to get them out of there. But before she could start planning their way out with absolutely nothing and Tommy still out, she heard the grating of the old and rusty hinges coming from the only way in and out of that room, a heavy iron door.

Coming from the source of noise that snatched her attention was the man responsible for all of this. Geonoff Reyes himself. Wearing a button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled back, and a pair of dress pants, and a smug look on his face. He took lazy long strides getting close to her, crouching down in front of her.

Geonoff smirked at her “You know, it’s pretty hard to fool me and you almost got away with it, if it weren’t for your stupid boss you’d be home by now”

Y/N just blinked at him, a completely neutral facial expression on as she stared up at him, making him tsk.

“By the way, how is your little boyfriend? Does he know this relationship is just an act or you manipulate him as well?” he asked and she didn’t even flinch at his statement, noticing that her silence was doing more at getting him upset than clapping back “it must be sad, being such a pathetic agent and letting his little girl and friend get caught as he fled, and in the end discovering this was one sided”

Her gaze shifted quickly to Tommy and then back to Geonoff’s face, that was too close to hers for her taste “don’t worry, he’ll live for now, need him to get you to cooperate” and Y/N felt a little lighter knowing that, taking all the self control she had to not let that show on her face “you know they’ll never find you, right? Thought about sending a little photo as a gift for them, but might do it whenever we move to our next location, better lighting and stuff”

“What do you want?” her voice was hoarse, but she was able to keep her tone steady enough to not seem frightened.

“Oh, sugar, missed that sweet voice of yours, it matches your pretty face, just wish I could see that beautiful smile again, but we’ll get to that” he said patting her cheek with his long fingers, making her insides turn in disgust and she had to swallow the sudden wave of nausea down “I want something simple, just know all the info you’ve been feeding your precious little team for the past weeks, you’re smart enough knowing I wouldn’t mind hurting you to get what I want”

Y/N only stared back at him watching his brow twitch in annoyance “don’t want to hurt your pretty face, so cooperate with me and I might even let you go safely”

But her silent response seemed to be enough for him to loose it, because he took a deep breath before slapping his hand across her face for the first time. The pure shock of the action almost made her react, but she held her face up as she kept staring at him, her face burning but she wouldn’t give him the little taste of a small victory at breaking her neutral mask of indifference.

“This could be so easy” he mumbled slapping the other side a little harder “you didn’t have to do this, you could be free by now” the third one was stronger than she was expecting, making her face turn with the pure force of it, the loud sound coming from the aggression echoing on the empty room and down the large corridor, the echo making her realize there wasn’t much down where they were, mostly just blank empty walls without doors to divide the sound.

“What is it? Anything you’d like to say?” he asked grabbing her chin and yanking her face to look up at him, but her mouth remained closed “well, your choice”

After a few consecutive hits, one being so strong making her face collide with the wall when it turned, and she felt the sticky liquid running down her face. Her skin probably breaking with the brisk contact with the stone wall, cutting her cheek in the process. The seemed to please him, since he let out a loud boisterous laugh, making her lean her head so he could see it better mumbling a quiet “vicious bitch” under his breath “stop fighting back” before going back to it.

After a couple more minutes, her right cheek numb already, Geonoff said grabbing her face roughly in his hands, forcing her to look up at him “Come on, sugar, you’re really stressing me out here”

“I’m truly sorry you had to kidnap and keep two agents hostage to try and prove you’re better than your sister” she said blinking at him monotonously and that seemed to hit a nerve, because Geonoff squeezed her face harder in his palms before pushing her head against the wall.

Y/N felt her limbs giving out as her vision got blurry, her vision going dark before she felt her body leaning to her side and hitting the floor with a dull thud. The sound of shoes hitting against the rocks and the door being shut closed again a sign that the man lost his patience and left them behind. She tried fighting the numbness getting ahold of her body, but ended up succumbing at the end.

The sounds of waves breaking somewhere near them and the constant throbbing of her head dragging her back into unconsciousness.

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starberry-cupcake · 4 years ago

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Free Short Stories: Aromantic Recommendations

Aro week is over but I spent it reading aro stories that are entirely accessible online (with their authors' consent) and thought I'd share some with you, as well as some extra resources. I’m going to include under “read more” content warnings and specific details, like the kind of rep included or important notes, so if you want to be sure and safe before reading them, you can click “read more” for all that information, or if you prefer just the blurb, avoid it easily enough. There you will also find the extra links of interest and other masterposts.

Edit: This post used to be split in two parts, I’ve integrated them into one whole post for everyone’s convenience.

1. Nkásht ii by Darcie Little Badger

Josie and Annie set to investigate a strange death that may involve more than they expected. Sometimes the love that heals isn’t romantic and bonds that are strong are those chosen.

2. Hope of the Future by Elizabeth Barrette

In a fantasy setting, a human cleric finds an elf bard and a strong female dwarf, all cast aside for their identities, and create their own home and family. The same characters also appear in another poem that continued their story: The Underground Gardens.

3. Tanith’s Sky by Penny Stirling

Ash is left with the loss of Tanith, after she sacrifices herself to save the world. Tanith's memories resurface in people's minds and Ash has to navigate their identity, their memories and how to label for others’ sake their lost relationship.

4. And If The Body Were Not The Soul by A. C. Wise

Ro is a human who forms an unlikely bond with an alien refugee, discovering a different layer of proximity that doesn't chain to the type of physicality humanity sets. In that process of discovery, Ro learns about the other side of the social oppression in their own city.

5. The Crows Her Dragon’s Gate by Benjanun Sriduangkaew

An exploration of the background and re-telling of the story of the goddess Xihe. Marrying out of the obligation of customs and pressure, this story explores the feelings of Xihe, her relationship with Di Jun and the freedom she ultimately seeks.

6. The Girl Turns West by Darcie Little Badger

Another tale set in Native American culture (the author is a Lipan Apache writer), this story is about family, sacrifice and forms of non romantic love and devotion that transcend the limits of life and death.

7. Kin, Painted by Penny Stirling

The narrator can’t find a place in a family that seems so determined, so certain, painted each in a specific way. A poetic prose filled with magic and the colors that we paint ourselves with, which can sometimes change with time.

8. Cucumber by Penny Stirling

A queerplatonic couple in a fantasy setting deals with social pressure in a story written in poetic verse.

9. The Famine King by Darcie Little Badger

A woman is chased by fear, memories and a being that affects her relationship with her own identity and mental health, while finding refuge in a found family. These characters are also included in a previous story called To Sleep.

10. How My Best Friend Rania Crashed A Party And Saved The World by Ada Hoffman

Emma, a Relator, finds out that her best friend Rania, a World Saver, is being used by her boyfriend and can lose her credibility as a Hero for it, so she enlists a tech-savvy Number Fiend, Deborah, to crash a high school party in a forbidden sector to confront the guy.

11. Unlike Most Tides by Darcie Little Badger

Mathilda is in peace with her solitude until she communicates with energy beyond her understanding and finds the voice of a murdered woman who asks her for help to deal with her killer: her ex boyfriend.

Content Warnings and Extra Details

1. Nkásht íí by Darcie Little Badger

Details: urban fantasy, folklore, suspense, aromantic lead character, main platonic relationship between female characters. CW: minor characters deaths, accidents, the death of a child is mentioned, domestic abuse in flashbacks.

2. Hope for the Future by Elizabeth Barrette

Details: aroace male lead in a poly relationship with a female and male character, fantasy, story in poetry, happy ending. CW: arophobia and acephobia, family abandonment.

3. Tanith’s Sky by Penny Stirling

Details: fantasy, sci fi, drama, hurt/comfort. Main qp relationship between an aroace cis female lead and a non binary allo lead. The aroace lead is dead by the start of the story, which I had my hesitation about, but the story does a wonderful job capturing Tanith’s life in an aftermath of what would be another untold story, as well as Ash’s identity and their relationship, as well as the process of grief and moving forward. CW: major character death, grief, depression, transphobia, arophobia and acephobia.

4. And If The Body Were Not The Soul by A. C. Wise

Details: explicitly touch-averse asexual non binary lead, very likely aromantic (expressed but not named in the text), sci fi, social strife, hurt/comfort, found family and friendship (nb and cis female, nb and alien friendships). Many commenters have expressed that Ro is potentially an autistic character, some autistic authors and reviewers have agreed or disagreed but I couldn’t find whether the author stated that at any point. CW: mild depictions of violence, xenophobia, social issues and unrest, happy ending.

5. The Crows Her Dragon’s Gate by Benjanun Sriduangkaew

Details: the goddess Xihe is depicted as aroace yet marries the god Di Jun for a time in which she lives troubled. Fantasy, mythology, re-interpretations, angst with a happy ending. CW: internalized acephobia and arophobia, dubious consent, violence, animal death, toxic marriage, there is a side wlw couple of mortals who die.

6. The Girl Turns West by Darcie Little Badger

Details: there isn’t romance in the story, the lead character doesn’t seemingly have romance in the future and there is a side female character who explicitly rejects suitors and prefers to live independently yet with her family. Considering that the author has written several aroace characters, I decided to include this one and another story in Part 2 as strong potentials (there is another story by the same author that other sites recommend as aro-representative, but I think these two are a lot less vague). Fantasy, mythology, folklore, bittersweet ending. CW: death mentions, wounds and accidents, blood mentions.

7. Kin, Painted by Penny Stirling

Details: poetic prose, fantasy, aromantic lead character, trans male character, non binary characters.

8. Cucumber by Penny Stirling

Details: fiction in poetry form, queerplatonic relationship in a fantasy setting. CW: arophobia and acephobia, social pressure.

9. The Famine King by Darcie Little Badger

Details: mystery, suspense, horror, folklore, hurt/comfort, angst w/optimistic ending, explicit non romantic & non sexual main relationship between to female characters. CW: blood, wounds, cannibalism mentions, mental illness with hallucination episodes, racism.

10. How My Best Friend Rania Crashed A Party And Saved The World by Ada Hoffman.

Details: high school setting, uplifting, sci fi, aroace lead character in a friendship with a heterosexual girl and a bisexual girl. CW: arophobia by the best friend, which is not confronted or discussed, mentions of racism. Notes: I read this story for the Pride list last year and I didn't include it because I had a bone to pick with Rania's character. The story is fun, a lot more lighthearted than many of the ones here and has a distinct tone that makes it good to include, plus Emma (the lead) is a very friendly, social and well-liked person, rather than the traditional robot/alien foil aro, ace and aroace characters tend to receive. So, even if I'm still uneasy about Rania and how her bad attitude is not acknowledged in the story, I’m still including it for all its perks.

11. Unlike Most Tides by Darcie Little Badger

Details: there is a protagonist who prefers to live in solitude and speaks about it and about her favorable feelings towards it. It isn’t explicitly stated that she is aromantic but, much like The Girl Turns West in Part 1, I’d say it’s a good addition to the list, though it's probably the least explicit of the bunch. Mystery, supernatural, sci fi, suspense, positive ending. CW: murder, corpses, side character death, blood, femicide.

Other masterposts:

@coolcurrybooks's first and second masterpost I consulted

Penny Stirling's recommendation list

LGBTQReads recommendations list

Claudie Arsenault recommendation list

Aro and Ace character database

Aroaessidhe recommendations list

YA Pride masterlist

My own LGBTQ+ free short stories rec list from last year, some of these stories are in it but the majority is not

#book recs #short stories #masterpost #lgbtq+ books #aromantic books #aromantic stories #aro week #aro awareness week #aromantic awareness week #aroace space #long post #books

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neowinestainedress · 4 years ago

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DYNASTY ⮚ NCT

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warnings: mentions of hearing and imagining voices and people, mentions of past suicidal thoughts, self-harm ( mentions of blood, cuts and bandage), attempted suicide, mention of anxiety (and skipping medications). that should be all, if i missed something let me know.

genre: fantasy au, royal au, super powers au

word count: 4.330

summary: The apparent calm that reigns in Neo City breaks into million pieces when some members of the Neos find an outsider laying unconscious in the wood. After that, everything they know stops making sense. Menace from the past come back, while they have to rule on their city knowing that the menace of Simon's dictatorial power is closer day by day. The past they never dared to face will wash over them like impetuous waves. The present is filled with doubts, regrets and the mystery of the lost memories of the nameless girl. The future is even more uncertain.

Can you break the chain with your past even if it's running in your bloodstream?

STAGE 1 –

non-REM sleep

The white neon light on the ceiling was flickering, a buzzing sound resounded around the white room. The green lights of the television’s screen around the room were glitching.

The cameras were focused on a bed in the middle of the room. The blue fluids were running swiftly from the bottle to the boy’s veins. His violent movements slowed down, his chest fell flat and his arm fell to the side, giving up his attempt to fight back.

His eyelids started to drift slowly, just to abruptly sprung open again. His muscle tone throughout his body started to relax. His brain wave activity began to slow down from that of wake state.

A sudden, violent, jerk of his entire body.

“Hypnagogic jerks.” A man in a white coat wrote down.

Another jerk.

And then, another one.

Intense, frequent and repetitive.

REM – ON

The green words on the screen shined.

“DREAM connected.” A metallic voice coming from a speaker stated.

The man in the white coat pushed a button.

“REC – STARTS” lightened red, tapes started rolling.

REM – OFF

“DREAM connection lost.”

A woman in a white coat groaned in frustration, her fist met the table in front of them.

Then she started writing down.

“ subject LT01 ” “The subject fights back. We can’t enter his dreams. Observed also on subject AA04.”

♚

Taeyong was looking down at his hands as he kept on turning around that ruined photo.

A bitter laugh rolled out of his tongue as he wiped away a lonely tear. It had been almost a week since he had that talk with the outsider but her voice kept on lingering in his ears.

He was the son of the resistance. It was a fact. It was in his blood and there was no way he could change that.

“You’re made of the same substance of the braves who dared to beat Simon.” His brain repeated over and over again as he stared at the two people framed on the film wrapped in his fingers.

No, he wasn’t. He had never been, not even in that picture where he was sitting on his father’s lap, his hands wrapped around his waist to protect him, a big smile on both of their faces. And an ‘I love you' whispered before the click of the camera.

He was too young to understand the real meaning of those words. Too young to separate good and bad. Too young to get that you can trust nobody, barely trust yourself.

Light-heartedness.

Something he forgot too soon.

He couldn’t recognise those people anymore. They weren’t there anymore. He didn’t know them anymore, or maybe he never knew who they were.

And it wasn’t the fire that burned the angles of the picture, neither was the time that turned his father’s hair grey and his heart cold.

Sobs started to come out of his mouth. He cursed under his breath. He had promised himself he wouldn’t have ever cried. It wasn’t worth it.

He wasn’t worth it.

And Taeyong was going crazy. He was too fragile to take everything, to pretend of being strong in front of all of his friends just to fall apart in the four walls that were his bedroom.

He was tired of his father coming back to him. His severe voice ringing in his ears. His callous touch grasping him. His empty promises making a fool out of him.

All the changes Taeyong had given him, still trusting him completely. God, if he loved his father. And, damn, how proud he was to be the son of the rebellion.

But he was so wrong. So fucking wrong.

He wasn’t his child. He was nothing more but a charity ward. A prize.

Taeyong was tired of being sad.

He was tired of getting mad at himself for things he didn’t do.

It wasn’t his fault. It had never been his fault.

He tried to keep it for himself. He tried to conceal it. He was ready to risk his own safety to protect all the others. But he was a bomb ready to explode, and he wasn’t the one who had control of the remoter.

The failed experiments weren’t his fault. His brain rejecting to sleep wasn’t his fault. The way they treated him wasn’t fair, he never did anything to deserve it. The way they treated each one of them wasn't fair.

The fire wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t what he had in mind. He never wanted that to happen.

Anastasia’s death wasn’t his fault, either. He tried to protect her, he tried to save her, he really did. But when fire ate her in front of his eyes there was nothing left he could do.

“You’re crazy, Taeyong.” The man voice hit him like a truck. Here he was again.

Taeyong smirked letting out a laugh. His eyes red, just like the blood that was running down his arm.

“So what if I am?”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Taeyong shook his head, the syringe pointed towards the man and the woman in front of him.

“Taeyong, Simon says, trust me,” the man ordered.

“Fuck what Simon says, you can’t control us.”

“You and you’re friends are all fucked up,” the woman spat out, anger in her eyes.

“Yes, yes, we are.” He grinned moving backwards. “Completely off of our rockers.”

And they were, they were all insane at that point. But they asked for them to be like that. They were the children of the rebellion, anyway. How could they expect them to just take and suffer?

Taeyong let himself fall to the ground, his knees close to his chest. The picture abandoned on the floor. He just wanted to scream. Maybe even run away with all of them. He wanted not to be the one who had to face and fix the problem at least for once. He was tired of them being the saviours, he wasn’t ready to go through all that once again. He wasn’t strong anymore. None of them was, too battered and bruised to fight.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to another one of them.

But that was their role.

They were the heroes of a story they never asked to be part of.

♚

Wandering around a place that you don’t know is not the smartest idea ever, but Bambi was getting tired of sitting on the armchair at the window or walking in the garden in the early afternoon to let the sun warm her up or watch the fighters training.

The palace, she recently found out to be called Neo Palace, was enormous and she had seen little of it, so she thought that discovering what it had to offer was no harm.

As she was walking down the corridor, a muffled cry grabbed her attention. The sound was coming from a room whose door was slightly ajar. Peeking inside she saw a pink-haired head staring at the ground, his knees were pulled close to his chest.

Wanting to help she opened the door.

“Jaemin?” She asked, thinking that the healer’s helper was sitting there.

But when the boy jumped and moved away from her, shaking, she was surprised to find out that the boy wasn’t Jaemin.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice small and his hands trembling. She felt bad because she didn’t want to scare him in the slightest.

“You don’t know?” She questioned in confusion. Everyone there knew about her. It had been two weeks since she had arrived making a big confusion.

The boy shook his head and moved closer to the wall behind him until he touched it. He was trapped.

She could see the panic in his eyes but had no idea how she could help him.

“Well, then I’ll have to tell you who I am,” she said, smiling softly and then kneeling to the ground. Maybe he would’ve felt safer if her statue wasn’t hovering over him.

“I’m Bambi, and you?” Her tone was light, almost playfully, as if she didn’t just see the boy crying and be terrified of her. What if he was an outsider just like her? Maybe he just needed reassurance and somebody to talk to.

“I’m –” He started to mumble out. “I don’t know you.” He finished, not trusting her. Her name brought no information to him.

She looked at him raising an eyebrow, why was he being like this? She scrolled her shoulder and adjusted the long black dress she was wearing around her legs, the fuzzy texture tingling her skin.

“Are you just another one of them?” His voice came out like a whisper, his eyes were closed and he was shaking his head as if he had to get something out of his mind.

“You’re just one of the voices I keep hearing, right? You’re not real.” He was rocking back and forth, lulling himself.

“No, I’m real,” she said, unsure about what to do. Why the hell was he all alone by himself? Did the others not know about him?

“Hey,” Bambi called for him, forcing him to turn his head in her direction. “Do you want to know my story?” Maybe telling him about her would’ve made him relax a little. He would’ve stopped thinking about whatever he was thinking.

He nodded simply, not able to do anything else. In reality, he just wanted to be alone but didn’t know how to tell her, or maybe he didn’t want to be left alone anymore. Maybe the deepest part of him wanted to have someone by his side.

She sighed and then started to explain to him the little she knew about herself.

“You’re a victim of Simon, too?” He asked once she finished. She could see him tensing up when she told that part of the story, his reaction was close to Taeyong’s one, and that’s when she thought that he surely wasn’t like her but like the others.

She nodded. In her heart, she was hoping for him to reveal who he was but he stood silent, he simply let his legs rest on the floor, freeing himself from the cage he had created with them.

“Why were you crying? Are you okay?” She decided to ask, bringing the attention back to him to see if she could help more.

The pink-haired bit down his lip as he nodded fastly.

“It’s stupid, anyway.” His voice was broken, his lips were trembling.

“It’s not stupid if it makes you feel bad,” Bambi stated, moving closer to him. At those words, the boy changed his expression. A sparkle brightened the boy’s eyes. Did she really tell him that?

“You really think that?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, sure. I’ve been crying so many years of my life for people I’m not even sure they exist, but it’s not stupid. It’s the pain that I’m going through, and I can deal with it how I want to,” she said, smiling softly as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears.

“Sure, the limit is other people safety. Let’s not kill just because we’re sad,” she joked, trying to lighten up the mood and strangely it worked. The boy in front of her laughed, but his body never stopped shaking and the girl couldn't understand why.

“But what when you can’t deal with that pain anymore?” His voice broke in his throat, turning serious again.

She furrowed, not understanding his point completely.

“What do you do when it’s not living anymore but surviving?”

She started to look around them for the first time just to notice that they were in a medical room and there were bloodstains on the floor, a path leading to the boy.

“You ask for help, it’s the only way.” She breathed out. Was that the reason he was crying? Did he hurt himself?

“And when it’s too late even for that?” He was rocking himself back and forth. Salty rivers were running down his face and she felt paralyzed. Why there was nobody else there? Why nobody was there to take care of him?

“It’s never too late to ask for help. Never,” she said, trying to get closer to him. She had to be his help now. He had to let her take care of him.

“Help makes you weak. I was never good enough to make it out by myself, that’s what I deserve, right?” He mumbled, his arms were being pulled tight against his chest as if he was trying to stop the blood from running free but the girl could still see blood spill from his black sweater.

“No, you don’t deserve it. You don’t want it either.” She was stuck, she wanted to get out of the room and ask for help but what if he would’ve done something else while she was away?

“But they hurt me, Bambi. You know what it’s like. They used me against my friend, they hurt me to blackmail them. I can’t go out without the fear of having to meet them again, this place that had always been my home doesn’t make me feel safe at all. It’s a cage, and it’s killing me. I’m not strong enough to get up.” His voice was trembling, she could barely get what he was saying but the feeling where all there, strong and clear.

Tears started to roll down her eyes too, that was terrible. She knew what he was going through, how many times she just hoped to die instead of living with the constant pain. How many times she had thought that giving up was so much easier than fighting.

“No,” she said. But she never gave up, she had to help him stand up, just like she did. “I’m not letting this happen. You can’t let them kill you, you can’t become what they wanted you to be.”

“I already am, I’m the scar of their experiments. They choose me for a reason, I’m the hole of this group,” he said as he moved closer to a hospital trolley.

The boy grabbed a knife and gave her his back. Understanding what he had in mind she moved closer in a swift movement and knocked it out of his hand. She wasn’t strong, but she would’ve never let somebody die in front of her and because of Simon. He had done enough, he wouldn’t have taken another soul away.

“Let me go,” the boy stuttered as she fell on his body, forcing him to the ground.

“No. Listen to me, you’re not a scar and you’re not your bruises. You’re so much more than that.”

She grabbed his arms and forced him to look at her. Grabbing the closer gauze near them, she started to messily wrap it around the boy’s arms after pulling up the sleeves of the sweater he was wearing.

“I’m weak. I deserve to die, I deserve it.” The boy was moving messily under her and she couldn’t stand to hear those terrible things anymore.

“You’re not weak. You were just unlucky to be their victim, Jungwoo.”

Silence filled the room, as both of them looked at each other in the eyes.

Jungwoo mouth opened wide as he stopped moving completely.

“What did you just call me?”

“I –” Bambi started saying gesticulating nervously. She had no idea what had just happened. That words slipped out of her mouth like a record put on repeat. She had the sensation she had already said that before, but couldn’t remember when and why.

“I never told you my name,” the boy whispered.

“I said your name?”

“How did you...”He pushed her off of him, panic forming on his face. “Why did you use the same words she used to tell me?” He was shaking as a river of tears started to make their way on his face. Who was she? What did she want from him?

“Are you a spy? Are you using her memory against me?” He screamed starting to throw objects at the girl who was listening still. He could feel the cuts burn but he couldn’t care. Why her? Why her words and why now? She wasn’t alive anymore so why did she had come to haunt him again. He failed her, more than he failed anybody else. He had promised her he would’ve been strong yet here he was. But, still, the stranger didn’t have to use her against him.

But the outsider had no idea who he was talking about. Who was the person he was talking about? Why would she be a spy? And how could she know anybody else if she didn’t even remember her own name?

“I’m not a spy, I swear. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she justified herself, avoiding the objects he was throwing her.

“Liar. You’re one of them. But you will never have me again,” he shouted.

“What’s going on?” The door sprung open, revealing all the fighters behind it. Jaehyun was the first one to enter, and barely dodged something sharp that Jungwoo threw at him.

“Hey, Woo!” He exclaimed in complete confusion.

“Don’t trust her. She’s one of them, please believe me,” Jungwoo screamed pointing at the outsider and only at that moment, they realized that he wasn’t alone in the room.

Liv closed her eyes and cursed silently. If there was a meeting that shouldn’t have happened it was theirs. But before she could get mad at Bambi being in a room she wasn’t supposed to be, her eyes ended somewhere else, and she ran towards the boy.

“Jung, you’re bleeding. What have you done?” Worry assaulted Liv, as she tried to put other gauzes around his arms.

“She knows what she used to tell me to calm me down.” Jungwoo's whole body was shaking, his legs could barely stand his weight. He didn’t even hear her question.

A confused look appeared on their faces, and then they turned around to the outsider, asking for an explanation with a look.

She raised her hands in the air, she wished she knew what just had happened too.

“Why don’t you come with me and Cas, uh? You’ll tell us what happened.” Liv proposed and Jungwoo couldn’t do anything but agree, he had no strength to fight anyway.

Lucas carefully wrapped his arms around the boy, making sure not to touch the badly bandaged cuts.

“You two talk to her,” Liv said to the other fighters as her and Lucas walked out of the room.

♚

Bambi let herself fall to the ground. She let out the loud sobs she was holding back. Everything that just happened was too intense for her.

Why? Why she said his name if she had never seen him before, and why he thought she was making fun of him?

Jaehyun kneeled next to her, his hand caressed her hair softly as Yuta wandered around the room, trying to put away any item that might have hurt and find something that could help them put the pieces together.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Jaehyun whispered trying to make her calm down.

She shook her head and threw herself in his arms. Her chin rested on his shoulder, as her tears started to wet his shirt.

Jaehyun wasn’t expecting that but put no resistance hugging her back.

“They were about to kill him,” she mumbled. “I’ll never get rid of them, either, right?” She asked and Jaehyun furrowed for a moment, before getting that she was referring to Simon.

“No, don’t say that,” Jaehyun said, hushing her as he started to caress her back.

“He didn’t take his pills,” Yuta said interrupting the conversation they were having, not knowing they were talking.

“Pills?” She asked, lifting her head from Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“Yeah, he needs them to not think about something he had been through,” Jaehyun tried to stay vague and Bambi rolled her eyes, there was no need to sugar-coat it.

“He told me.” The two men went pale. “I know how they used him.”

“He never tells it to anybody. It took him months to open up with us,” Yuta claimed, completely surprised.

Bambi shrugged. “I heard him crying, I thought it was Jaemin that’s why I came in.” She started telling them what happened because she couldn’t even make it right in her mind, so maybe sorting it out could’ve helped.

“Then we started talking, he had no idea who I was and had no intention telling me his name.” She stopped but the Fighters' gazes were encouraging her to go on.

“We talked, I was trying to calm him down as soon as I realised he had cuts on his body but then he snapped. He tried to kill himself and I had to stop him.”

“And? What have you done? You didn’t hurt him, right? Because – ” Jaehyun mumbled, afraid that she did something to him to make him react that way.

“I said his name,” she breathed out.

Silence fell in the room.

How can you stop somebody with that?

Then it clicked in both of them, he never told her.

“How?” Jaehyun pulled away from her a little, moving her farther from his body to look at her eyes, to make sure she wasn’t lying.

“I don’t know. I said something that triggered him, apparently. I think I said a phrase that somebody else used to tell him to calm him,” she confessed, honestly she was more busy trying to make him stop bleeding than anything else.

“That’s impossible,” Yuta said. “Maybe you’re tired and got too caught up in the situation. He definitely said his name, and you shouldn’t believe everything he says. He’s not completely sane.”

“No.” She stood up, fronting the man who just talked. “He knows what he talks about. Just because he's traumatized and sensible doesn’t mean that he’s crazy.”

“He didn’t say that. Jungwoo really suffers from anxiety and other things.” Jaehyun sided with Yuta.

“And that doesn’t make him his anxiety. He is not his illness, fuck. I said what I said, and me and him both know it. He may have reacted badly, but that still doesn’t change what happened,” she snapped, defending the boy she had just saved. She was mad. The fact that they could leave somebody fragile like him all by himself made her blood boil in her veins. He needed somebody to get out of that hell, he deserved to get out of that state of mind. Healing is a long process, and nobody else can save you, but being all by yourself doesn't help either.

“You’re right,” Jaehyun said, looking at the ground.

“But it’s impossible,” Yuta stated. “She doesn’t remember her name, how can she know his?”

“I don’t know. Can we just move on?” Jaehyun asked, he just wanted to go check on Jungwoo and how he was.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He asked again, checking for any sign of blood or new bruises on her body.

She shook her head.

“Fine,” Yuta agreed. “Let’s get out of here.”

♚

“He’s sleeping.”

Bambi was sitting on a bench in the corridor next to the big medical room she had slept in when she arrived there the first time. Liv and Lucas had carried Jungwoo there before, making sure that Sicheng would’ve taken care of him.

Jaehyun sat next to her, handing her a glass of water.

She sighed closing her eyes, head falling against the wall. The anger she had been feeling since she first saw Jungwoo had no intention to slow down, she just wanted to scream at all of them and protect Jungwoo from his own demons. Nobody deserved to be left alone in their deepest and worst struggles.

“Why did you leave him alone?” She asked, she could feel the tears at the corner of her eyes and fought to keep them there. She was tired of crying.

“He’s under control. Jaemin goes check on him every day,” Jaehyun explained.

“God, he’s not a plant. He’s a living human being, he needs human contact, he needs love.” Bambi blurted, opening her eyes and lifting her back from the wall.

“You don’t know him. He only feels safe when he’s alone and in the cage he created himself. He doesn’t let us get close to him again. Too afraid that we’ll hurt him or somebody will use him against us again,” Jaehyun retorted. He got where she was coming from, but they weren’t careless, they had tried to help him. They really did try to, but when the person you want to save doesn’t want to save herself there’s nothing you can do.

“But there must be a way, Jaehyun. He can’t live like this, he can’t let them win.”

Jaehyun shrugged, and let out a heavy sigh. How he wished he knew how to help him. If only Jungwoo would let somebody close. If only Anastasia was still there.

“We can help him get over it. We can help him feel human again.”

A bitter smile crept on his face, Bambi reminded him so much of her, especially now. Anastasia would’ve had the same reaction. She had the same desperate need to save everyone, even from their own ghosts. Jaehyun knew it well.

“You never really can fix someone.” The blue-haired boy stood up, looking down at her.

“I don’t have to fix him. He’s not a machine, he’s not broken,” the girl remarked, standing up too, facing him.

“We’re all broken here, Bambi. We’re all broken,” Jaehyun whispered turning around, leaving his words to sink deep in her heart as he disappeared in the dark of the night.

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Found family event masterpost

Thank you for all your submissions! Below the cut is the list of Torchwood fic recs focused on found family, as submitted by you, our followers!

we built a family (home) by myre ( JackIanto | Complete | 17844 | M )

When Jack gets back, things are different—he’s different—and he’s not sure where he fits anymore, but he should’ve known that there was a place reserved just for him.

Ianto Jones' thoughts on Life, Death, and Summer Squashes by Arnica ( JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 17762 | T )

The first thing he remembers afterward (and the rest of his life will always before and after Thames House now) is waking up to the sound of hospital machinery droning away, Gwen's head heavy on his legs as she drools on him with Rhys snoring away in the chair next to her, his hand spread wide across her back, head tipped back as he sleeps. Then there's Jack, sitting sideways in the window with his gun drawn and resting in his lap as he does something with the wrist straps in his hands.

Two of Us Are Hung From the Same Twisted Rope by ShastaFirecracker ( JackIanto, ToshOwen | Complete | 15799 | T )

An accident with some sort of brain-scanning alien device leaves Owen and Ianto sharing Ianto's body. Hijinks and nightmares ensue.

Does Africa Know a Song of Me? by etmuse ( JackIanto, MarthaTom, GwenRhys | Complete | 17618 | T )

Jack gets a call from UNIT. They need his help in Namibia. And when they arrive, Jack and Ianto (because Jack wouldn't leave him behind) discover the only communication they have with the team is letters.

Torchwood One Archive by james ( JackIanto | Complete | 11346 | M )

AU after season one. Jack has returned to Torchwood and to Ianto. Ianto is determined to make the best of it but he knows it won't last forever. Their time together threatens to get even shorter when the Doctor shows up unexpectedly.

In Bits and Pieces by reiley ( JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 83306 | M )

Sort of a fill-in-the-blanks story throughout the entire series: How they pull the pieces together after the world shatters, focusing mainly on Jack and Ianto, but all the others are there, too. Takes place between 'Exit Wounds' and 'The Stolen Earth', goes through all of series 1 and 2, and far back into the past.

Lost and Found by Kaneko ( JackIanto | Complete | 3642 | E )

Straddled over the rift, the Hub was a place where things were lost and found. Strange objects washed in like driftwood. Things went missing. There was never any sign of where they'd gone.

Personnel Issues by PinkFairy727 ( JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 41434 | T )

The Torchwood Three email newsletter: an excuse to gossip, bitch, plan dates, fight, and discuss squirrel rats. Co-authored with sparking_off.

Warnings: canon character death and swearing.

Just this once by Beleriandings ( JackIanto, ToshOwen, GwenRhys, LoisEsther | Complete | 239639 | T )

(Everybody lives.) (Or: when a certain Doctor arrives to save Owen Harper from a stricken nuclear power station, it begins a chain of events that will lead Torchwood Three down a very different path. From time locks and telepathy to tea and coffee, high-speed chases to unresolved sibling issues, their new lives (and new and old loves) may be different, but their bonds of friendship and family grow stronger every day. But when every child on earth starts speaking with one voice, the team are torn apart again as they’re forced to fight for their lives, and to confront monsters they’d thought they’d left behind in the past. But with all of them working together – along with some allies they’ve made along the way – Torchwood Three will stop at nothing to save their friends and set the world to rights. The consequences will ripple out across the universe and into the distant future. But they have to start somewhere, and the present is as good a place as any.)

Club Wales by pocky_slash ( Gwen&Ianto, GwenRhys, JackIanto | Complete | 19898 | T )

In the wake of Jack's disappearance, Gwen finds comfort in a new friendship with Ianto. Gossip, bonding, and other hijinks of understanding ensue.

Hell or High Water by aliciajazmin ( GwenJohnTosh | Complete | 3102 | T )

Toshiko, Gwen, and John have been married for a year now, beginning a life of adventure and crime (but only against those who deserve it). A mission going wrong results in the discovery of an orphan.

The three of them and the orphan must then decide what they want for their future.

A E I O Moo, I love Y O U by aliciajazmin ( GwenJackIantoRhys, GwenRhys, JackIanto | Complete | 627 | G )

Jack finds a new song to introduce to Anwen.

AKA Roses are red, violets are blue, Jack likes to sing: A E I O Moo.

Never Has He Ever by Jackdaw816 (JohnAndy | Complete | 1666 | T )

Hub lockdowns are great for juvenile drinking games and revelations of the self

Coping by innocent-until-proven-geeky (JackIanto, Gwen&Ianto, Gwen&Jack | Complete | 910 | G )

After the events of Exit Wounds, Jack, Ianto, and Gwen are exhausted.

Hug by innocent-until-proven-geeky ( Gwen&Ianto | Complete | 401 | G )

Not-wanting-to-let-go hugs.

March 31st in the Torchwood Family Household by innocent-until-proven-geeky ( JackIanto, GwenRhys, GwenJackIantoRhys | Complete | 117 | G )

Happy Trans Day of Visibility! Please enjoy this little ficlet of trans Torchwood polycule. In my headcanon, Ianto is a binary trans man using he/him pronouns, Jack is genderfluid using he/him pronouns, and Gwen is nonbinary using they/them pronouns with Torchwood and she/her pronouns in public.

Here For You (a friend's night out) by BookWerm ( Ianto&Tosh | Complete | 354 | T )

An answer to the prompt : “I’m their best friend” with Ianto and Gwen or Ianto and Tosh

The Lonely Cheryth by BookWerm ( Alice&Jack, Steven&Jack, Others | Complete | 6581 | G )

Steven's Uncle Jack is a mystery. One that he's determined to solve.

A fic through quite a bit of Steven's life (yes, he lives through Children of earth) that was quite a bit of fun

A Moment (An Eternity) by Clare_Hope ( JackIanto, ToshOwen, GwenRhys | WIP | 10923 | T )

Owen slid underneath the closing door just in time to escape the room about to be flooded with radioactive coolant. Tosh didn't die of her wounds because with Owen there, she got medical attention before it was too late. The entire Torchwood team made it through that terrible day. Everything should be alright now. But Jack is really, really not alright.

Below 20° Celsius by Clare_Hope ( JackIanto, Team | Complete | 5182 | T )

20° Celsius is generally considered to be the lowest a human's body temperature can be before dying. This is bad news for Jack, who is a bit colder than that when he's pulled out of Cardiff Bay after drowning continually for a couple hours. The good news is that he doesn't have to deal with it alone.

Work Friends by Clare_Hope (Ianto&Tosh | WIP | 3431 | T )

After everything that happened with Mary, Ianto is the only one who doesn't seem uncomfortable around Toshiko. She can't read his mind anymore, but pretty sure she knows what he's thinking: We've both seen someone we thought loved us killed by Jack. I understand. I might be the only one who understands.

Of Motion in Perpetuity by Beleriandings ( JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 106708 | M )

When Gwen, Jack and Ianto investigate a cold case from end of the nineteenth century, they find themselves pulled back in time against their will, fighting to protect each other and to get home.

Conditional Iteration by Beleriandings ( Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | WIP | 35431 | T )

Gwen can only watch, helpless and raging and grieving, as Jack and Ianto die in Thames House. The next moment though, she finds herself pulled out of time, back to the moment it all started to go wrong. Maybe second chances aren't in quite such short supply as she thought.

Coffee Break by firesnap ( Gwen&Ianto | Complete | 2069 | G )

Gwen and Ianto steal a few minutes to chat and make plans.

Another Rainy Day by SerenityJane ( Team | Complete | 3088 | T )

Tosh darted the occasional look at the closed door, curiousity warring with courtesy. So was Gwen, but she looked more like someone was dangling sweets in front of her nose and telling her she couldn’t have them. No prize for guessing who the candy was. Owen was watching the girls, and desperately trying not to think of pink elephants.

The Right Kind of Doctor by joonscribble ( Owen&Team | Complete | 2008 | R )

Three times Owen Harper was good at his job. Set between season 1 and 2.

Stargazing and Truth-Telling by earlybloomingparentheses ( JackIanto | Complete | 4632 | T )

A month after the events of "Exit Wounds," Jack Harkness heads off to an unknown galaxy on a mission for UNIT, and Ianto and Gwen are left behind to stare up at the stars and wonder when he's coming back. As a small act of rebellion against Jack's perpetual mysteriousness, they decide to play a game: they have to answer each other's questions with absolute honesty. There's a lot Ianto needs to get off his chest, his feelings about Jack Harkness not least, but the truth is tricky--it's never safe, and it's certainly never easy.

ghosts in my head by Sholio ( Team | Complete | 2637 | T )

Owen doesn't sleep, but he does dream. And the dreams he gets are mostly nightmares, because of course they are.

Facing Light in the Flow by engagemythrusters ( JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 3821 | T )

A slice of a life nobody had dreamt they would ever have.

The Door Wide Open by sherlockpond ( GwenRhys, JackIanto, ToshOwen | Complete | 5333 | G )

Torchwood incurs a tough life on its field operatives. They deserve times where they feel like they need to be vulnerable in front of each other. [6 times the team were emotionally honest with one another - set during various points of S1 and S2]

Flatpacked by Beleriandings ( Ianto&Rhys, JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 6946 | G )

Rhys has a day off, and decides to spend it peacefully looking at homeware in Ikea. He's not expecting to bump into one of his wife's coworkers there; much less, a shapeshifting alien that likes to eat batteries. But then again, that's Torchwood for you.

On saving the world, and what happens after by Beleriandings ( Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto | Complete | 2447 | G )

After the events of Journey's End, Gwen and Ianto wait for Jack to come home.

Domestic Disharmony by thirteeninafez ( Gwen&Ianto, Gwen&Jack, GwenRhys, JackIanto | Complete | 3163 | G )

In which Jack and Gwen get stuck in the Archives and discuss green milk, thermostats and Ianto Jones.

After the events of Journey's End, Gwen and Ianto wait for Jack to come home.

Pastries, Avoidance Tactics, and a Bottle of Scotch by pocky_slash ( Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 6220 | G )

In which Gwen said something she regrets, Ianto makes a poor dinner choice, Rhys offers sound advice, and Jack has a key. A different sort of "Meat" post-ep.

Respite by Beleriandings ( Gwen&Ianto, GwenRhys, JackIanto | Complete | 2591 | G )

Even by their usual standards, Gwen thought it was absolutely fair to say it had been a rough week.

Blood on Steel by Sholio (Owen&Ianto, Gwen&Jack&Owen&Tosh&Ianto | Complete | 12257 | T)

An alien booby trap turns the Hub into a deathtrap. Lucky thing it doesn't react to someone with no vital signs. Now Owen is their only hope. More specifically, he's Ianto's only hope.

The Cartography of Feeling by Sholio (Owen&Ianto | Complete | 20846 | T)

"We're sodding gladiators," Owen said. "Fuck this entire day and Jack Harkness too."

(Or: Owen and Ianto are abducted by aliens and forced to arena-fight. But the worst part might be the control device that connects them in an emotion and pain-sharing bond.)

Haul Out the Holly by Flamingbluepanda (JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 1069 | G)

Sometimes you need a little magic in your christmas

with a lil’ help from my friends by Flamingbluepanda (JackIanto, GwenRhys, OwenTosh | complete | 1307 | G)

Everyone needs a Hug sometimes, Torchwood Included

(Or, five times Jack thought about hugs and the one time he thought of nothing at all)

I’ll think of you each time I watch from distant skies by Violetmessages (JackIanto, GwenRhys, Jack&Team | complete | 3749 | T)

In which Tosh makes a discovery and the team comes together to show Jack how much they love him.

Halfway Back by Sholio (Gwen&Jack&Owen&Ianto&Tosh | complete | 13953 | T)

Team Torchwood run a sanctuary for magical creatures, and this time they've got a basilisk on their hands.

Team Means Pack by Sholio (Gwen&Jack&Owen&Ianto&Tosh | complete | 2615 | G)

Post-Countrycide in a universe with werewolves.

Stormwrack by Sholio (Gen | complete | 2111 | T)

The last time Owen was in the Brecon Beacons, Welsh cannibals tried to eat him. This time, it was pouring buckets on him, and he was dead. At least the latter might help with the cannibal problem, although given his luck, probably not. They might just consider him well-aged, like a side of bacon.

Sky’s the Limit by Blackkat (JackIanto, SuzieTosh, Ianto&Suzie | series | 6,694 | T)

Ianto and Suzie meet as strangers on a rooftop, and bond over aborted suicide attempts, failed plans, bastard fathers, and the fact that they're batting for both teams. Friendship is a beautiful thing.

Forever and What Comes After by violetmessages (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 10028 | T)

“Hm, imagine if they did,” Ianto said. “Torchwood would have to come out of retirement.”

In which Gwen and Ianto relax at a spa, Jack and Rhys attempt bad science, and Anwen is just along for the ride.

Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time by paycheckgurl (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 3351 | T)

This wasn’t exactly how they planned their Christmas going, but they were going to make the best of it.

Remnants of a Forgotten Past by paycheckgurl (Gwen Cooper & Jack Harkness & Owen Harper & Ianto Jones & Toshiko Sato | complete | 7523 | T)

Torchwood's latest case hits close to home for Tosh when it seems to center on Lodmoor Research Facility's Newest project...of a destructive off world variety.

Written for Torchwood MiniBang

Midlife Crisis by Princessoftheworlds (JackIanto | complete | 371 | T)

"You do realize," begins Owen one day during their usual lunch meeting, chopsticks dangling from his hand, "that technically, Javic is your mid-life crisis?"

Found you made us a star by Princessoftheworlds (JackIanto, OwenTosh, GwenRhys | complete | 6477 | T)

Millennia after having lost their team, Jack and Ianto set about reuniting with old friends and crafting a Torchwood for a new future.

#follower recs #genre:team fic #chartropes:team as family #event:found family fest

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