#I’m so sick of this shit. I don’t feel safe wearing my stupid fucking pins on my jacket or my bag. I don’t feel safe having a fucking NAME.

[saturdaymournings]

I swear to god everyone wants me to fucking kill myself and I’m sick of it cause I don’t want to fucking die so stop egging me on you stupid cunts

[peach-skull]

Forever yours

Forever yours

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

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tags/TW

Unprotected sex, dry humping, pregnancy mention, cumming inside, childhood friends to lovers, facesitting, shiggy being his nasty self, no quirks au, fluff adjacent 

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You would get a turn once he died. That’s how it was: That’s how it had been ever since you two were children. Tomura rarely died in video games, so if you wanted a turn you either had to whine until he gave in or wait until he was too focused to notice you take it from him until it was too late. However, you weren’t interested in video games today. You were interested in him. In his soft blue hair, his long, slender fingers, his beautiful crimson eyes. You were head over heels for your best friend since childhood, Tomura Shigaraki. It was a terrible,  roiling mixture of puppy love and sheer lust. You wanted to go on long walks and hold his hand. You also wanted him to bend you over a table and fuck you until your legs gave out. 

“ Tomu.”

He didn’t answer you, too absorbed in his game to pay attention to anything else. You huffed and tapped him with your foot.

“Tomura!”

Shigaraki muttered something unintelligible and paused his game, looking at you over his shoulder.

“ What do you want, (Y/N)?”

Showtime.

“ I have, uh, a personal question for you”

He grabbed an energy drink and took a sip.

“ Just ask it already.”

You needed to ask this casually. Like you couldn’t care less about the answer. Just making friendly conversation.

“ You’re still a virgin, right?”

He choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he tried to think of an answer. Who just asks shit like that?! You better not be making fun of him.

“ That’s none of your goddamn business,asshole.”

Based on his reaction alone, he had to be. You shrugged casually and adjusted one of your thigh-highs, smoothing your pleated skirt once it was back in position. You had worn them especially for him: you knew him long enough to know what he liked.

“ I’ll take that as a yes. So am I. I want to lose it but like, with the right person y’know? Not some rando, or like, a boyfriend who’ll sour the experience if we break up.”

You have never used ‘like’ in a sentence so many times in your life. Or used the word rando. 

“ so I was thinking, wouldn’t it be way easier to do it with someone you already trust? Like a close friend . so what if we, Y’know, helped each other ou-

SLAM. before you could even finish your question, Shigaraki had moved from the foot of the bed to the headboard, straddling you with his hands gripping above your head. 

He loomed above you, a massive cheshire grin plastered on his flushed face.

“ You aren’t fucking with me, right? You’re being serious? You actually wanna fuck?”

You didn’t expect him to be so enthusiastic about it. You thought he would decline, or accept in a less...intense manner. He was panting and leering and- was he seriously drooling? As if to answer your question, a drop of spit landed on your chest. Maybe a keyhole sweater wasn’t the best thing to wear today. 

“N-no, I'm not messing around, Tomu. I-I want… I want to have sex with you.”

Tomura quickly laid on top of you, pinning you down and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You had never been kissed before.  You tried to keep up with him, but he was just so rough that it was difficult to do so.You put your trembling hands oh his shoulders and tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position. He snickered and began to grind against your lap, completely misunderstanding what you were trying to do. You pushed his face away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“ Get off for a second, I need to move my legs.”

Tomura rolled his eyes but did as you said, crawling backwards on all fours. More of a scuttle, really. You lifted your skirt and spread your legs, revealing your string-tie panties.  You didn’t even get the chance to tell him to come back before he pounced, rutting against your covered pussy and latching onto your neck. You could feel the seam of his jeans rubbing on your clit as he frantically humped you. It felt better than you thought it would: his weight on you, the teeth on your throat, the grind of his hard cock on your aching sex. You were getting close to the edge already, moaning and grabbing onto his hoodie as you  tried not to finish.

“T-Tomura! Please slow down, I- ah! I’m- I don’t want to cum from kissing! Please, just s-stop for a second!”

Goddammit, he was so close. It hurt to pull away from the warm embrace of your thighs, but he grit his teeth and did it anyways. You had a point: cumming from dry humping alone was a little pathetic. Shigaraki sat back on his heels and surveyed the damage.

Your skirt was pulled up past your stomach. One of your thigh highs had rolled all the way down to your ankle and your neck was covered in bruises. The hole in the chest of your sweater had slipped, exposing the top of your nipples. You weren’t wearing a bra. Holy shit, you weren’t wearing a bra. You had waltzed over to his house and sat on his bed in thigh highs and a sailor skirt and one of those sweaters with a boob window and NO FUCKING BRA. Tomura jumped off of the bed and pulled down his pants without bothering to unzip them. As you stared at the absolute monster of a cock that your best friend somehow had tucked away just moments ago, you only had one question on your mind.

“ um, Shiggy?”

You only called him that when you were particularly nervous. Tomura tore off his hoodie, his shirt going along with it and threw them both on the ground.

“ Why the hell is your dick so goddamn big?!”

 He looked down at his crotch as if he had absolutely no clue that his cock was roughly the size of a coke bottle. He looked at you and shrugged.

“ No idea. It’s always been like this, can I fuck your tits?”

He had to be joking.

“What?!”

“ Can you give me a titjob? Please?! I’m really close! It’ll take like two minutes, I swear!

If you weren’t madly in love with this man, you’d put him and his stupid horse cock in a shallow grave.

“ Yeah, yeah, just gimme a sec…”

He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him, grinning wildly.

“ Lay down over here and put your boobs on my lap. This’ll be great,I swear.”

Shit, why did he have to be so cute?! You grumbled about various grievances you had with your friend and his dopey smile and that scar on his lips and and his stupid fucking fat dick as you got off his bed and walked over to where he was sitting. You stood in front of him and took off your sweater, chucking it into his face.

“ I swear to GOD if you choke me with that thing, I’ll bite it off. No head-pushing, Understand?”

He just smiled and nodded his head rapidly. 

You turned around and took your skirt off, bending over afterwards to roll up the rogue stocking that had decided to slip. While you were busy trying to keep the damn thing from falling again, Tomura grabbed the strings tying your panties together and tugged, undoing the bows and yanking them off of you.

“HEY!”

He held the underwear up to get a closer look. They were white and (f/c) striped, with lace and a little bow on top. Absolutely adorable. He was going to add them to his collection when you weren’t looking,but he just couldn't resist pressing his face into the damp fabric and inhaling deeply.

Was this motherfucker seriously sniffing your panties right in front of you?! You snatched the cloth away from him and threw them across the room, safe from his nasty clutches. For now.

“ Heh, sorry about that (Y/N). You always smell so good, I couldn’t help myself.”

That really shouldn’t have made your stomach flutter the way it did. You laid on the bed, lowering your chest onto Tomura’s lap. He ran his hand down your back and slapped your ass, laughing when you yelped out of pain and surprise.

“ Raise your hips. I can’t have you doing all the work now can I?”

He lowered his hand past your ass, but his fingers couldn’t reach your clit, stopping a few centimeters short. He grumbled and leaned to the side, trying his best to figure out a position that would let him rub your clit and finger your dripping pussy at the same time and gave him the lap titjob he wanted. He might have miscalculated, but that couldn’t be: it looked great in the hentai he saw a couple weeks ago, so it should work just fine IRL!

“ Tomura, this position is kinda weird. I don’t think this is going to work the way you think it will.”

“ Yes it will! C’mon, just raise your hips a little more-”

You looked up at him as best you could from the awkward position on his lap.

“ You saw this in a doujin, didn’t you?”

After around five minutes of arguing about whether or not Tomura’s stupid position would ( or even could) work, you decided to take initiative by pushing him down  and sitting on his face. How else were you supposed to shut him up? 

“ Sorry, Tomu. This was the only way to get you to be quiet. Seriously, who the hell gets into an argument about hentai in the middle of a hookup? There’s a time and place for everything, dumbass.”

You drooled into your palm to make impromptu lube before wrapping your hand around the head of his cock, smearing your saliva and his precum around as you jerked him off. You had never given a handjob before, but if the moans sending vibrations straight to your  core where anything to go on, you were doing a pretty good job. You grabbed the back of his head and ground against his face, giggling when his cock twitched.

“ C’mon, make me cum! Don’t you wanna get to the main event? I want you to rail me until I can't walk. Don’t you wanna fuck me, Tomura? Do you wanna slam that fat cock into my tight little pussy or not?”

He’d always been fun to tease, but never like this. There was a sort of power in it now: you had him right where you wanted him. Or so you thought.Shigaraki growled and grabbed your ass to hold you still. He was sick and tired of you always messing with him. Elbowing him during multiplayer games so he would mess up.Taking the last sip of his energy drink, not even thinking of the indirect kiss. Filling his room with the smell of your perfume after a day of hanging out and then just leaving him alone to masturbate to the thought of you. 

“ Aw, are you getting cranky, Tomu? I’m almo-”

He licked  along your folds before getting to your clit. He drew slow circles with his tongue before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking harshly. He flicked his tongue over your clit, adding a maddening amount of stimulation to the already overwhelming act. You squealed and tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too strong. 

“ Oh fuck! It’s too much, I’m not gonna be able to - ah!- be able to focus on what I’m doing here!”

Tomura didn’t give a fuck about what you where trying to do. He cared about revenge. And if revenge came in the form of eating your pussy until you cried, then so be it. He had no plans of stopping : your bittersweet taste and your thighs squeezing his head was too damn good. He stopped sucking with a loud pop and shoved his tongue  deep inside of you. He didn’t have a lot of experience ( he had 0 experience) but he had heard enough stories from his more socially savvy friends to know that you were supposed to keep your hands, mouth, or toys on the clit at all times. Keeping this advice in mind, he rubbed his thumb over your clit.

This was ridiculous. How was he this good at eating pussy? He was supposed to be the same as you: an inexperienced virgin. Maybe all that porn he watched did some good. You had no idea. All you knew for certain was that if he got the upper hand, you’d never hear the end of it. Your efforts had slowed due to Shigaraki’s distraction. You gripped his cock harder and moved your hand faster. Tomura moaned and bucked his hips. With the amount of precum that was leaking out, he had to be close. 

He didn’t want to let you win, but your hand was making it impossible to focus. It was just so damn soft: nothing like his rough, calloused fist. Tomura had no idea how he was going to go back to his left hand after this. If your hand was this good, what was your cunt going to feel like? It really hit him then. He had been fantasizing about it for years, and now it was actually going to happen. He was going to fuck you. The mere thought of it caused the tension in his stomach to break, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his throbbing cock and landing on his torso. The look on his face was driving you insane: bright red, eyes rolled back in his skull, brows crinkled in a way you had always found adorable. You threaded your fingers through his hair with both hands and started desperately humping his face. You wanted to cum,needed to cum: you just wanted him to fuck you already. You had waited for years. You finally came with a wail, crushing his head between your thighs as you rode out the high of your long-awaited orgasm.

It took you several seconds to remember that your friend probably needed to breathe. You got off of him as quickly as you could on your trembling legs. 

  “ Are you okay, Shiggy? I didn’t mean to suffocate you: it just felt so good that I lost control…”

Shigaraki quickly sat up. He was doing great: just had the best nut of his entire life, got his head squeezed and his hair pulled, and he was going to lose his virginity to the girl he had pined over for nearly his entire life. How could he be doing anything other than amazing?!

“ I'm good.”

You looked at the mess all over his chest. How was it even possible to cum that much and still be hard? Was that just how much there always was? Did he need to see a doctor?

While the gears turned in your head, Tomura grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped himself off, tossing the soiled fabric away once he was done. The sheer nastiness of that snapped you out of your confused state. You were about to say something when he beat you to it.

“ What position do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know, like doggy, or cowgirl, or wheelbarrow-”

You didn’t think wheelbarrow was an actual position, but you really didn’t want to get into another argument right now. You were gonna call him out on it later, though.

“ I’d like to do missionary.”

Tomura nodded sagely. Missionary was a classic. A bit basic, but it would do.

“If you’re ready, let’s move on to the next level”

You nodded, too nervous to speak. He shuffled slowly towards you, hands shaking and arms outstretched. He needed to be cool about this: he came on a bit strong after your proposal earlier. You laid on your back and resisted the urge to cover your face with your hands. You had wanted this for such a long time, but he was just so big and he was seeing you naked and he was actually kind of muscular without his clothes on and- for fucks sake was he seriously drooling again?! 

Shigaraki quickly wiped the drool away from his mouth. You were just so beautiful. You looked scared,though-was it the drooling? He couldn’t help that! He started to scratch his neck- a habit that he just couldn’t seem to break. Even if it meant that he wasn’t going to get to have sex today, he needed to make sure that you still wanted this.

“ Are you okay? We can… we can stop i-

“NO! I mean- n-no, I’m fine. Just- just be gentle, okay?

Gentle. He could do that. Just go slow, don’t go in all the way, and probably no biting. Wait, didn’t he need a condom? It must not be that big of a deal if you didn’t bother to bring it up, right? Yeah, he could just pull out.

Tomura grabbed the base of his cock and lined it at your entrance before carefully pushing inside of you. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as you thought it would: it just stung a little bit. You had expected ripping, bleeding pain before seeing his dick, and kind of assumed you would die after seeing it in all it’s terrifying glory. But no! You were alive and thriving.

Your partner in crime, however, was having a significantly harder time. Your pussy made his fleshlight feel like sandpaper in comparison: he considered burning the stupid peice of silicone after you two were done for being so inferior to the real thing. The fleshlight wasn’t this tight, or this warm, and it didn’t twitch like your pussy did. He honestly felt kind of bad for the times that he used it while thinking of you- not for jacking off to you or anything like that, but for using that piece of shit as a stand-in. It was insulting. Shigaraki figured that it probably wasn’t the best idea to put it in all the way in,but it was taking every ounce of his self-control to not just slam in balls-deep and fuck you into the mattress. 

….. Was he okay? There was a vein bulging on his forehead and he looked damn-near terrified. You were going to have to make the first move again. You put your hands on his waist and pulled him towards you until his hips were flush with yours. Despite the slow entrance, his cock hitting your cervix still knocked the air out of you. It hurt a bit more now, but not nearly enough to stop.

“ I-it’s okay Shiggy, it doesn’t hurt. You can move now..”

Tomura cautiously  pulled backwards a few inches and pressed back inside just as carefully. His first couple of thrusts were a bit awkward, but he soon found a slow, steady rhythm. 

You couldn’t believe how soft he was being. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your collar bone before moving to your breasts, licking your nipple before putting it in his mouth and sucking. His other hand was lightly caressing the opposing mound. It was all so sweet and tender that you almost wanted to cry: you knew that he didn’t feel the same way that you did. But for now, all you could do was stroke his hair and pretend that you were making love instead of just hooking up. 

“Mmmmn, T-tomur-ah!”

This wasn’t fair! He had liked you for years, you were gasping and moaning underneath him, but something unpleasant was still prodding at the back of his thoughts. After this, you were going to find some strong, confident man to take his place. This was just practice. Shigaraki didn’t want this to be practice: he wanted you to be his last. He wanted to be your only. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and started to thrust into you harder. He wanted you to be all his.

“ Mmmineeee...” 

Mine?! Did he just say “mine”?! Did he- did he feel the same way?! No, that couldn't be: you probably just misheard him.

“ um, w-what did you say?”

He snapped his head up and glared at you, his ruby eyes practically glowing.

“ I said mine! I want you to be mine! MY player two, MY pussy,MINE!”

With every repeat of mine he slammed into you a little harder, a little rougher.

“Come on, say it! Say you’ll be mine, (Y/N)!

You felt like such an idiot. Of course Tomura wasn’t going to say that he liked you- this was Tomura you were talking about. But he’d been showing it for years- walking you home, helping you win plushies at the arcade, dying on purpose so you would get a chance to play, giving you his hoodie whenever it was cold out…. How did you not notice? But he was never going to take the final step. So as per usual, it was up to you to take initiative. You put your hand on his cheek and smiled when he nuzzled into your touch.

“ I love you, Tomura. I’ve always been yours.”

He froze at your confession. Oh shit, did you go too far? Was the whole “mine” thing just his idea of dirty talk? Shigaraki pulled out  and moved backwards. Just as you were about to say something, he grabbed your knees and moved your legs up until they were above your head. Was he seriously going to just ignore what you just said?! You just told him that you loved him, for fucks sake!  Did all the blood rushing to his dick leave him braindead? 

Shigaraki knew the look on your face well: narrowed eyes, pursed lips, puffed cheeks. Impatient and suspicious. He’d better not keep you waiting,then. He positioned himself so that his cock was dangling above your exposed hole and leaned in close until you two were nose to nose. 

“ I love you too, (Y/N).”

With your confession returned, he slammed into your waiting cunt in one quick thrust, groaning as he was finally balls-deep inside of your warm,slick pussy. You squealed as he jackrabbited into your core with short, deep thrusts, hitting a spot inside that you’d never been able to reach. The headboard of the bed crashed against the wall loudly, creating a lewd orchestra alongside the squeaking of the bedsprings and your wanton moans. Tomura’s hair fell alongside your face in a soft curtain, making it so he was the only thing you could see. As if you’d look anywhere else.

“ I love you! I love you! I mean it, I love you! You’re gorgeous, you feel so good, I love you! I love you so fucking much! I love you! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyou-”

You pulled your babbling lover into a deep kiss as the knot inside of your stomach snapped. Your convulsing walls squeezed his cock in a vice grip as you came, nearly sending him over the edge .

“ C-can I cum inside? I don’t wanna pull out! I swear I’ll take responsibility if you get pre- i-if anything happens! Please, let me cum inside of you!”

You could barely think through your haze, so you just nodded your head. Of course he could cum inside: where else was it supposed to go? He wasn’t wearing a condom after all… you probably should’ve made him wear one. Oh well. That was a problem for future (Y/N) to worry about. 

Tomura wrapped his arms around your waist and thrusted his hips one more time before  

Blowing his load directly into your womb, spurt after spurt of creamy white filling you to the brim, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he howled with pleasure.

“Hhhhhhhhh…. I love youuuu…..”

 He let out a contented sigh and flopped on top of you without bothering to take his cock out of your cum-filled pussy. He was too tired- he’d pull out after a nap. You were just as exhausted as he was- cleanup was just another issue future (Y/N) would have to deal with. You yawned and nuzzled into his neck before drifting into a peaceful, messy sleep. 

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I wrote this after a debate with @libiraki about who’s dick was worse: Shigaraki or Dabi’s. 

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

How about a steve rogers x female reader with 16, 29, 49 and 51? They haven't seen each other for a while bc of his missions and they have reunion sex (if you could add some shower sex there that would be really nice) 😈

16: "Shut up and take your pants off."

29: "Take it off. Slowly."

49: "You look so good on your knees like that."

51: "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, oral sex (m! receiving), shower sex, overstimulation), welcome home sex, a bit of fluff sprinkled throughout.

I loved these prompts they worked well together. I don't usually write fics with a dom!male character but it worked with these prompts. I hope you like this fic!!!

18+!!!! SMUT!!!!! NO MINORS!!!!!

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You were laid out on the couch watching Modern Family on the TV. You were wearing a pair of black lace panties, Steve’s dark blue shirt, and a pair of black striped thigh-high socks.

Steve had been away for a month. A whole fucking month. He had a mission with Natasha and Sam. You were worried sick, you hated him going on missions. You were terrified something was going to happen to him. You missed him a lot, every night you cuddled up with his pillow, smelling his fading musk. You missed cuddling with him in front of the TV. You missed him making you breakfast in the morning. You missed him fucking you stupid, till you can’t walk. God, you were sexually frustrated.

You were watching your show cuddled up under your nest of blankets when heard the front door open. You peaked over the mountain of blankets to see Steve walk into the flat. He was still in his dirty and bloody uniform. You jumped out of the blankets and ran over to him. He dropped his duffle bag and caught you as you jumped on him.

You smiled down at him as you placed kisses all over his face. He chuckled as his hands gripped your thighs.

“Oh, my god! You weren’t supposed to be home for another week!” You squealed in between kisses, he laughed and caught your lips in a passionate kiss.

“We got the guy and we got to come home early.” He smiled, and you laughed and wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face in his neck. He pulled his hands away from your thighs and wrapped his arms around you tight. “God, I missed you, doll.” He sighed, as he nuzzled his face in your hair.

You pulled back and looked down at him, “Shut up and take your pants off." You said, and he smirked at you and gripped the flesh of your ass.

“You that needy, doll?” He asked, with a shit-eating grin. You lightly smacked him on the shoulder.

“It’s been a month, Steve. Fuck me.” You growled in his ear, and he carried you to the bathroom. He sat you on the marble counter as he turned on the shower. He started to unzip his suit while you stripped off your clothes. When he got to his pants he looked at you and smirked.

“Should I take it off? Slowly?” He teased, and you rolled your eyes as you pulled off your t-shirt.

“Take it off however you want I’m getting in the shower.” You shrugged and stepped under the hot cascade of water.

“Oh, c’mon. You’re taking all the fun out of this.” He said and finished getting undressed. He got in the shower with you. You let the water wash out the bigger chunks of dirt, before pushing him to his knees. You grabbed the shampoo and lathered it all over his hair. You massaged the soap into his scalp and he moaned and leaned into your touch. You washed out the shampoo then you did his conditioner. He stood up to help you do yours but you gently grabbed his wrist.

“I already got a shower this morning. I’m okay.” You said, then kneeled in front of him so you were eye level with his cock. “Let me take care of you.” You purred, and you saw his cock twitch at your words. You stroked his cock up and down swiping the pre-cum off the tip with your thumb. You sucked the pre-cum off your thumb and moaning around the digit.

He groaned as you took the head in your mouth and used your tongue to lick the dribbles of pre-cum out of his slit. You took his cock farther into your mouth and gagged a bit when the head hit the back of your throat.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” He moaned as you swallowed around him. You licked up the vein on the underside of his length. You reached up and cupped and squeezed his balls, as you relaxed your gag reflex. You took him further down, till your nose was nuzzled in his patch of hair. He tangled his hand in your hair and started fucking into your mouth. He thrusted his length into the warm channel of your mouth.

You had spit dribbling down your chin as tears prickled at the corners of your eyes. You reached down and rubbed tight circles on your clit to try and relieve some of the pressure in your core. You moaned around his length and he thrusted his dick farther into your throat. You thrusted a finger into your core and curled it up to hit your sweet spot, and you moaned louder. The vibrations sent Steve over the edge and he spilled down your throat. You swallowed all of his cum as he spurted into your mouth. You pulled your mouth off of him.

“God, I forgot how good you taste.” You smirked, and he rolled his eyes and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, as he pinned you to the shower wall. He caught your lips in a heated kiss and groaned when he tasted himself on your tongue. He lined up his cock and then thrusted into you hard. You cried out against his lips at the pleasure of his cock splitting you open.

“You feel so good around me.” Steve groaned as he started thrusting into you. He wrapped his hand around your neck and lifted up your head, so he could look you dead in the eyes. "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He asked and tightened his grip on your throat. You shook your head and he thrusted fast and hard into you. “I want words, doll.”

“No, I-i d-didn’t.” You stuttered, then cried out when his cock hit your g-spot. Your walls throbbed and clenched around his length.

“Good girl.” He smirked, and your cunt throbbed at his praise. He nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts and sucked and nipped on your chest. You arched your back and moaned when he latched onto one of your nipples. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face closer to your chest. His cock hit your g-spot with every thrust and it brought you closer to your edge.

“Oh, god. I’m g-gonna c-cum.” You whined as he bit on your nipple. He pulled off your breasts to look you in the eyes.

“Go ahead and cum for me, doll. I wanna feel you milk my cock.” He whispered in your ear, and you screamed out his name as you came around his cock. He captured your lips in a kiss and kept thrusting into you to help you through your orgasm. You slumped against his shoulder as he fucked another orgasm out of you. You whined and whimpered at the overstimulation as he continued to thrust into you. “C’mon, I know you have one more in you.” He said, and you moaned and shook your head.

“N-no.” You whimpered, and he sucked another hickey on your neck.

“Yes. One more and I’ll fill you up with my cum.” He promised, and you whined his name as you reached your high and started squirting on him. Your walls fluttered and clenched around his length and he groaned. “That’s my girl.” He grunted as he filled you with his hot cum. You moaned and nuzzled your face in his shoulder. He kept you close as he turned off the shower and carried you to you and his shared bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and pulled out of you and you quietly whimpered. “Shh, doll. I’ll be right back.”

“No.” You mumbled, your eyes starting to close. He lightly chuckled and kissed you on the forehead and left to go get a wet towel. He wiped the cum out of your pussy and you whined at the oversensitivity. He threw the towel in the laundry hamper and he climbed into bed with you. You cuddled onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, doll.” He whispered and placed a kiss on your head.

“I love you too, Stevie.” You smiled and fell asleep. Happy that your husband was home. Safe and sound.

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[parts-of-spop]

Street racer AU in which Catra is rivals with Adora when they were once partners and then she messes up bad... real bad Part 1/?

“Hey, Wildcat?”

She fights the instinctive urge to hiss at the nickname.

Let it slide. She’s your friend. Don’t be a dick. Be better.

“Yeah, Scorp?” She replies, tugging on her leather, fingerless driving gloves and flexing her hands. It’s comfortable, the sensation as familiar as wearing a second skin.

“Er… Adora’s here.”

That gets her attention but she tries not to let it show; tail lashing only once before she tells it to still and she feigns a casual air.

“And?” She drawls lazily and Scorpia clears her throat.

“She er… well gosh er… not to like… be rude here but erm… she looks downright awful.”

What?

Slowly, retaining her mask of indifference, she turns her head to her friend then follows her worried face towards where the princess herself is stood between tweedled dumb and tweedled dumber.

Holy fuck she looks like shit.

And she cut her hair?

It’s short now. Butch. A messy pixie cut around her ears. It kind of suits her.

What does not suit her is the dark circles around her eyes and the pink risen scar marring her left eyebrow down to her cheekbone.

She looks almost like a different person.

Catra feels herself squirm as she squints harder at the wound.

It appears Arrow and Glitter are somewhat chewing her out; lots of hand waving and Adora is fidgeting with the cuffs of her gloves, tired eyes flickering from one person to the other.

Then she mumbles something, shrugs dismissively and walks away without a backwards glance.

Glitter’s ensuing stomping and flailing in frustrated rage would be funny if Catra could take the time to appreciate it but it’s a bit hard to tear her eyes from Adora’s slumped form.

Thus, she isn’t looking when the sparkly ball of indignation comes stomping across the tarmac towards her, Arrow boy trailing after her helplessly.

“Hey, you!”

Her ear flickers towards the shout and she finally tears her eyes from her ex-best friend to raise a brow at the fuming girl in front of her.

She looks downright murderous.

Or about as murderous as someone who is 5’2 can look.

Her hands are clenched in trembling fists and Arrow boy looks like he desperately wants to grab her and pull her away but is far too scared to.

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Sparkles?” Catra asks dryly and if possible, the girl gets redder.

“Look… I don’t know what your problem is with Adora… but if you ever land her in hospital again then I’m going to personally throttle you to death.”

… Wait… What?

“What the hell are you talking about?” Catra questions, confused and Sparkles huffs back at her.

“How stupid do you think we are? You don’t really think we didn’t know you’d been tailing Adora for weeks? Did you think you were really that slick and clever? I’d bet you knew her schedule better than even we did,” She spits venomously.

Catra’s tail flicks behind her.

“Gotta know the enemy, don’t you?” She says smoothly and Sparkles abruptly loses the heat of her anger and her hands go slack at her sides.

She exhales slowly.

Instead, her face twists into pure and total disgusted hatred.

“Y’know… Adora kept saying to us that you were her best friend… but that can’t be right. She has to have been mistaken,” She says coolly and Catra almost flinches, stomach twisting.

“Glimmer…” Arrow boy whispers pleadingly.

But she’s not stopping and she’s pinning Catra with a look so icy that it freezes her in place.

“Because you told Prime what Adora was doing every second of the day and because of you he knew exactly when she’d be alone and defenceless…” … Oh no. “He knew exactly where to send his goons…” No. “And let me tell you, Catra… hearing one of my best friends being beaten and stabbed to death over a phone line isn’t very fun.”

Catra’s never felt this sick in her entire life.

And she can do nothing as Glimmer steps close to her, eyes seething with pure loathing and she presses a finger into the centre of Catra’s chest.

“You almost got her killed… If not for that phone call… Adora would be dead because of you,” She spits venomously. She jabs the finger into Catra hard and she stumbles back a pace. “So stay the fuck away from her, Catra. We know what you did. Adora knows what you did… So stay behind the wheel and out our way because if you dare hurt Adora again, it’ll be the last mistake you’ll ever make…”

Then she steps backwards and narrows her eyes in a glare.

“… So… you’ve finally got nothing to say now? No snarky remark... Aren’t you happy?” She says grimly and Catra is mute, ears pinned flat against her head and heart thundering in her chest. “You finally did it, Catra… You’ve actually fucked up Adora… and she knows it…” Her face twists into a cold sneer. “I really really hope you’re proud of yourself…” She adds in a spite-filled hiss before turning and walking away, gently brushing past Bow and he stands, fumbling for a moment like he wants to apologise or say something.

But then he looks at Catra and his eyes turn steely, his brow knitting in a hard line.

He closes his mouth.

His jaw clenches.

And he leaves without a word.

The silence that follows is deafening.

Catra can’t hear it through the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.

Fuck…

Adora nearly-…

Adora almost-…

Holy fuck… What’ve I done?

“Wildcat?” Scorpia murmurs tentatively.

It snaps her back to reality and in moments, she’s scrambling to the nearest bush and heaving into it, throwing up breakfast and bile through tears that aren’t all from the vomiting.

I nearly got Adora killed.

Another heave.

Adora could’ve died… scared and bleeding on the phone to her friend.

Fuck.

“Easy there. I gotcha,” Scorpia says soothingly, her claw against her back, rubbing in circles.

It takes a long time for the retching to stop and Catra suspects it’s more due to there being nothing left to throw up.

She spits out the lingering vile taste and quietly accepts the tissue Scorpia is offering her so she can at least make an attempt to clean herself up.

Her tears have painted her fur flat against her cheeks but she’s so miserable and sickened with herself that she doesn’t care like she usually would.

This is the single greatest fuck up of her entire fuck up of a life.

She tosses the tissue to the floor and Scorpia doesn’t comment on her littering like she ordinarily might.

Then she buries her face in her hands and the comforting smell of leather pulls her back to the ground steadily. Breathe deep. Nice and steady like Perfuma taught you.

Several minutes later, she lifts her head and exhales shakily.

“You okay, Wildcat?” Scorpia asks gently and she wants to cry again.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean for Adora to… to get hurt. I wouldn’t…” She trails off helplessly, closing her eyes with an unsteady sigh. “Never mind… Let’s just go race.”

“We could leave? Are you up to it?” Scorpia suggests and Catra huffs.

“No but we can’t leave. Weaver would have our asses if we did… Let’s get it over with.”

That’s easier said than done.

Because safe to say, Catra is well off her game.

And it starts before the race even begins…

Because by sheer god awful luck, her suped-up Camaro is directed to slide in beside Adora’s familiar white and gold Mustang and that allows Catra to get really up close and assess the damage.

Which really doesn’t help the guilt and shame she’s feeling because she looks even worse up close.

She looks like a corpse.

And their windows are wound down so they can have any last minute check-ins with their teammates and Catra’s ears are sharp enough that she can hear Adora’s breaths come uneven.

She’s in pain.

The clammy sweat on her face confirms it.

“Not so pretty these days, am I?”

Catra jumps at the sudden words and realises Adora is talking to her, her voice flat and empty.

She’s never sounded so blank.

She doesn’t turn her head from the road ahead, hands flexing around her steering wheel.

“I…” Catra chokes uselessly and then eyes that should be a warm blue flicker sideways to glance at her.

There’s nothing in that look… just cool lifelessness.

“... You’ve finally won, Catra. That’s all there is to it,” Adora states, in that same unfamiliar tone.

Then her hand lowers to her door and the window slides up between them.

Catra gapes helplessly at the side of her face but Adora ignores her, staring ahead and setting her jaw.

Catra slumps back into her own seat, eyes stinging with tears.

… This doesn’t feel like winning. This feels like losing the biggest game of all time.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Four

B.C.

Bucky had overheard Thor. The big blonde asking what had happened when he noticed your red eyes and mussed makeup. You’d said it was nothing, but it was clear that he didn’t believe you. Stupid kid, Bucky, scoffed to himself. 

He kept a wide berth of Thor, though, knowing you were going to have a very visceral reaction to being close to Bucky and knowing Thor wasn’t as dumb as people tended to think he was. He watched as Thor tucked you against his side and coaxed you into the car with him, out of the public eye. Thor, probably better than most of the others, understood how alien these press events felt for you. How alienating. 

Supersoldiers, spies, billionaires, heroes... there were movies about them. They permeated popular culture so thoroughly that they seemed relatable. Witches though? Witches in this culture were scary. Alien. Often cultural shorthand for evil. Thor knew better. He knew that you, that your kind of witch was indicative of a pure heart. And he knew that these types of events made you feel exposed. 

“My Lady,” Thor said gently, “Please. You are not alright.”

“I'm just stupid, Thor. It’s fine... I just. I’d like to go home and go to sleep, I think. It’s been a long week.” you tell him, carefully taking off the rest of your make up.

Thor frowned, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to speak to someone?”

“Thor, I told you. He isn’t interested... Really he hardly even knows I exist.”

Thor scowled, “He knows enough to know how to hurt you clearly.”

“He didn’t do it on purpose,” you sigh, “He’s not a monster; he’s just...”

Thor smiles a little, “He’s a man.”

You nod, “I can’t... no one could be that malicious, right?” Thor looks down at your face. Big eyes, reddened and tears pooling again even now as you try to tell him it’s okay. 

“No one,” he reassured, brushing a soft kiss against your hair. But in his heart, he knew that wasn’t true. Some men. Some kinds of especially broken men take a heart that’s proffered to them and break it. Crush it in their hands the way he’d seen you crumple thick black earth when you’re tracking something.

Thor stays quiet after that. He leaves you to your thoughts and is careful not to press too hard. Back at the compound, he stays near you as you walk through the doors. And so he doesn’t miss when you flinch away from Bucky when you nearly brush against him. Thor watches you scurry towards an elevator to your room, keeping your head down, a pair of heels in your hand, and he frowns. “Hmm,” he rumbles. That filled in another piece for him. 

“What’s up?” Steve asked, looking between you, still obviously upset and Thor. Thor frowned, “I am not sure. The lady has elected to keep her own counsel.”

“Is she pregnant?” Sam blurted out.

“That’s unlikely,” Thor snorted.

“Is it boy trouble, though?” Clint asked, falling into step with them all.

“I promised the lady that what she told me would be in confidence,” Thor said firmly. 

“So, yes, but you can’t tell us that,” Clint snorted.

Thor’s eyes narrowed, and Clint held up his hand, “I’m not gonna ask her, I just wanted to know if I should be kneecapping someone.”

“Or making a move,” Steve said, rolling his eyes.

Clint flushed and rubbed the back of his neck, “That obvious, huh?”

“Boy,” Sam said, smacking the back of his head, “The only person that HASN’T figured it out is Y/N, and that’s because she’s mostly oblivious to anything that isn’t a rectangle with pages.”

The archer rubbed the back of his head and sighed, “Still, she’s not interested in me. At least not like that.”

“Not yet,” Steve said, shrugging, “I mean. It’s not like you really tried anything.”

“If she’s got boy trouble, it’s with someone else,” Clint reminded.

“You could turn her head... with a hair cut. And a personality transplant,” Sam said.

“Hey, fuck you, I’m charming!” he protested.

“About as charming as roadkill,” Bucky said walking by to the training room

“Fuck you too!”

“Not my type.”

Thor rolled his eyes, and Steve chuckled, “Boys, you’re both pretty.”

“Am I not pretty, Captain?” Thor asked, smirking. His booming laugh echoing off the marble foyer when Steve threw up his hands in exasperation.

___________

You sat at the vanity in your room and surveyed the makeup and brushes you had laid out. Then, you looked at your own face. 

Shaggy hair that needed to be professionally cut instead of it just being you lopping the ends off with a pair of scissors when it got unbearably shaggy. Eyes, lips, nose, cheeks, forehead... all of it was nothing to write home about. Not like the girl Bucky had been whispering to on the balcony. Each whispered word, and lingering kiss had felt like a pin shoved into your heart with devastating accuracy. Hitting every insecurity. 

The stupid thing was, you knew spells and cantrips and potions that could make you as beautiful as that woman. More beautiful even. You could make yourself so earth-shatteringly lovely that men would fight and die just to walk you across the street, but...it would only be an illusion. Like it was for that woman. A dream of a fierce fucking contour and some really beautifully applied eye make up. Anyone could learn to do that part. She’d learned, between Natasha and youtube. Something was soothing about the process of putting the various goop on your face to create the look you wanted to wear. And you were halfway through sculpting your own contour when Natasha burst through your door.

“Oh good, you’re getting ready,” she said, lounging on your bed. 

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Out,” she said, “Girls night out.”

You nod, accepting this, “Not a club, right?”

“No,” she scoffs, “Wine and canvas.”

“Gods bless Pepper,” you laugh, “Did she book the whole building again?”

“Tony insisted,” Nat said stretching.

“Tony?”

“We’re supposed to be interrogating you about your current boy problems.”

You’re heart stutters, and your hand pauses, halfway through putting eyeliner to your eyes, “Boy trouble?” you say out loud while internally cursing Thor. 

“The boys are convinced you’ve got a crush or something...”

You roll your eyes, “As if I’d tell them before I told you.”

“That’s what I said,” she answered. If you were struggling with some unrequited love, you hid it reasonably well. Natasha hadn’t known about it and still couldn’t get a fix on who the object of your affection might be. Maybe you were getting over it on your own. It’s not like you didn’t have a support network to lean on. Perhaps Thor had been more helpful than he had thought.

_____________

A. C.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve had this specific house. But that’s all it is. A house. It’s lightly furnished. A few dishes, enough furniture to make it comfortable. It’s better than it was. For a couple years, you only had lawn chairs and a mattress on the floor. A few books and some plastic dishes. 

It was a place to go to. You had to drive for almost an hour to get anywhere with a movie theater, and there were woods for miles. It was fine. You felt almost safe. Almost okay. There was no one to come towards you with menace in his face. There was no one to prey on the anxieties in your mind.

At least. At least until a beat-up blue pick up rolled down your driveway. You took mental stock of where your staff was in the house and marshaled a little energy to bear, firming up shields and willing yourself not to look surprised... Until you recognize the man that gets out of the car.

“Clint?” you say, tilting your head, releasing the energy you’re holding, “What are you doing here?”

He lopes towards you with a sheepish smile and stops at the steps, “I- I came to find you.”

“Why?” you ask, “Did something happen?”

“I missed you,” he said, cheeks coloring, “Movie night is no fun without someone that understands how to riff on shit.”

“I don’t have a T.V.,” you tell him, rubbing the back of your neck.

“We don’t- I mean. We can just talk.”

“You drove all the way out here to talk?” you ask, taking a hesitant step down to him.

“I mean- I- We don’t have to talk... I could just take you for ice cream. And tell you you're pretty.” He gives you a little crooked smile and holds out his hand.

“I- I dunno if that’s a good idea, Clint.”

“Since when does that matter?” he teases gently, “I don’t wanna stick my tongue down your throat. I just miss my friend.”

“It’s a 30-minute drive to a dairy queen,” you tell him, taking the hand he’s holding out.

“So... 30-minute concert with yours truly as the featured Artist,” he laughed, “Good thing I put new batteries in my hearing aids.”

You giggle and for the first time since he found out you’d left, Clint feels like himself. And it feels good as he helps you up into the passenger seat. 

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[emmyrosee]

His Little Lamb (18+)

OH LORD OKAY- tune me out because this isn’t important but I feel like I should put a tiny warning; this is one of the most messy things I’ve ever written (yes, I know, crazy right?)  because of certain things that are going on in my neck of the woods. HOWEVER, this has also been in the works for about a week and a half non-stop, so there was no way in hell I was not gonna not publish it. I crave validation, what can I say? I’m also incredibly, indescribably sick, so there are certain parts of this that I am very proud of, while others are rushed and messy. This is also written in First Person, which I very rarely do, so please (nicely, I cry easy) tell me how I did with that.

Regardless of my garbage, I hope you enjoy :)

WARNINGS: (I honest to God don’t know what to put here smh) SMUT. SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT WITH WEIRD TRACES OF FLUFF. DUNCAN’S KINDA A BULLY.  ORAL, MALE RECEIVING, LIKE, A LOT. RIDING DUNCAN, PUBLIC (i think public?) SEX, DON’T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

Fratboy!Duncan x Fem!Reader; after a fun night with the legendary Duncan Shepherd, he becomes smitten with you, and you soon learn the truth about the fraternity’s strange system of dating by the hands of The Shepherd.

When I stepped into the warm night of September, walking to a party that I had heard about on campus, I hadn’t expected a domino-like effect, leading me to meet the campus famous fraternity brother, Duncan Shepherd. I had definitely heard of him and his crazy, famous parties from girls around, almost like a modern day, scholarship winning Jay Gatsby.

Of course, no had told me that you don’t challenge this modern Jay Gatsby at anything, unless you’re ready to prove your talents and worth to him.

Especially beer pong, apparently. Or so I’ve learned.

“Yo, I wanna play!” I squealed, plopping down to a tall, handsome brunette on some random couch. A game of beer pong had just wrapped up, and a new set had been put up immediately after.

The man grinned before taking a sip of his drink, “You any good, doll?”

“I’m not too bad- never lost through high school, but I haven’t played since I’ve gotten here.”

“You think you’re good enough to beat Duncan Shepherd?” He asked, brows cocked.

I shrugged, “maybe. Don’t know if he could tolerate losing to a chick though.”

He chuckled, “why don’t you ask him?”

“Where is he?” I asked smugly. The man bit his tongue as his answer, making a shiver shoot down my spine. “Oh my God,” I whispered, blushing from embarrassment. “I-“

“No worries, but you couldn’t beat me a beer pong if you tried, doll,” he sneered, standing up and grabbing the small ping pong ball.

I grinned, relieved at his chilled and lax nature. I grabbed my own ping pong balls, “try me. Loser has to strip.”

“Hope you’ve got a cute bra on,” he purred.

There was not one unimpressed person in the party.

To his amazement, I sunk my last ping pong ball into the last of Duncan’s red solo cups. The crowd went crazy, chanting my name as I stood in just a tank top and pants while Duncan was left in his jeans with a grin.

“Impressive, baby.”

“Thanks, handsome man,” I said, crossing my arms, “but I want my prize.” My eyes traveled to his jeans, smirk on my cheeks.

Licking his teeth, Duncan nodded, “Ight, Ight, it’s only fair.” His hands traveled to his zipper and he teasingly undid it, everyone standing around cheering him on. “Ta-da.” He sang, dropping his jeans around his ankles.

Of course it was a marvelous sight. It was Duncan Shepherd, it had to be

Black, tight underwear left little to the imagination, meaty thighs shameless in their display much like the man that possessed them.

“Alright you damn show horse,” I couldn’t help but tease, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, “you can stop making the other boys feel bad.”

“That’s my forte, doll.” He snickered. “And if I’m a show horse, I’m desperate to know what that makes you.”

“Wouldn’t I be your Little Lamb, Mr Shepherd?” I asked, pressing my hips against his. His underwear did a poor job of separating us, the surprise friction making me bite my lip.

“Creative,” Duncan said, grinning. His arms wrapped around my waist, “you wanna get outta here? Come back to the house?”

I chuckled, “I feel like you’d be bad for my grades.”

Duncan scoffed, “Nah, I’m harmless. I gotta be. Dean’s always on my ass about shit, gotta stay on my toes.”

I giggled coyly at him, slowly moving my hands down his chest. “I better get back to my dorm,” I said, pouting. “But thank you for the show, Mr Shepherd.”

“Any time, little lamb,” he purred, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Want me to walk you back?”

“Sure,” I agreed, “it’s not far from here.” I smiled up at him, pulling away.

“Let me just grab my clothes, doll.” He whispered. He quickly buckled his jeans and slid on his discarded clothes before reaching for my hand and guiding me out of the party.

We walked back to my dorm in comfortable silence, hand in hand underneath the bright street lamps and dazzling stars. Duncan was different from the standard frat boy image- his face was older, the dark stubble on his face contrasting the innocent brightness of his eyes. The firm, protective grasp of his hand in mine was comforting and warm, making a heat wash over my body.

We passed the threshold to get inside my dorm complex, the luxury of having a room on the first floor suddenly seeming like a betrayal to cut our time short.

“Here we are.” I said, letting go of his hand. He sighed gently before jamming his fists in his pockets.

“Yeah,” he said, “I guess we are.”

“Thank you for keeping me safe, Mr Shepherd.”

“Any time, doll,” he said with a smile. He leaned against my doorframe and watched me fumble around with my keypad.

Finally, my room unlocked and I was allowed inside, giving Duncan a kiss goodnight as compensation.

That’s where I thought it would end.

I was quite wrong.

The next morning I had gone out to breakfast with some friends as we walked around campus, some of them more curious about my night with Duncan than I was ready to tell.

“How big was his dick? Word around campus is it’s 8 inches.”

“Did his stubble feel weird on your thighs?”

“No hickeys that I can see, huh? Kinky.”

“You guys,” I scolded, “nothing happened. He walked me home like a gentleman and that was it.”

“Boring,” they crooned.

Despite my assuring that nothing happened, my friends refused to let it go, all day that we were out they demanded to know about the events of the night before.

But Duncan’s true impact on the campus was only cemented in my mind when I met The Shepherd.

A small envelope on my door would be my entrance to his realm, and I was never more curious than when I saw who the letter was made out to.

Little lamb read the crude writing.

Picking up the small, white envelope, my heart pounded in my chest, shaking hands made it difficult to open.

I couldn’t pin point why I was so nervous. Maybe he was angry that I beat him. Maybe he was just trying to ask me out.

Finally, I opened it.

Little lamb,

Interest has been piqued. The Shepherd wishes to speak to you. Tonight. 830.

Be there.

Confused, I slipped the letter into my pocket and swiftly walked into my dorm, disappointed that my roommate wasn’t there to give advice.

I wasn’t even sure if I should go. I had a great time with Duncan, he seemed normal enough for a rich frat boy, but it’s always a stupid idea to go somewhere and have no one know.

I looked at the clock, pissed to see the red lights flashing 5:30. I had to make my decision and make it quick. If I went, god knows what would happen to me, what him and his friends would do.

However, if I didn’t go, he could get relentless, and I’ve learned there’s nothing scarier in a man than rage.

Fuck it, I said to myself, let’s go.

The three hours leading up to me going to meet Duncan flew by in a blur, and I had to dash out the door in order to make it to his frat house on time.

I knocked on the large door, and within seconds, a tall, broad brother peeled through the door, “name?”

“Uh... Y/N?”

“Business?”

“I’m uh, looking for The Shepherd?” I asked, looking back at the note. The man’s eyes widened and he swiftly unlocked the door.

“You must be Duncan’s little lamb.”

I shrugged, “I guess?”

“They’re waiting for you,” he said lowly, stepping out of my way. I nodded at the strangeness and entered the large house. I was impressed and a little freaked out with the decor, the school’s colors shamelessly splayed everywhere. Couches, pillows, pictures of past fraternity brothers hung, judging me for coming here, as if knowing something I didn’t.

“Ah, there’s my little lamb.” Duncan’s familiar voice called as I turned into the room. I nodded despite the strange nickname, “yup. I made it.”

The rest of the brothers clapped and whistled at me, making me blush in embarrassment.

“Welcome to the house, little lamb.” He proudly opened his arms to his house, making his friends all clap and hoot like wild beasts.

I chuckled awkwardly, waiting for the brothers to calm down.

Once they did, Duncan’s attention was refocused on me, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Now then- change into these,” Duncan commanded, tossing a pile of clothes at me.

I caught them, and my jaw dropped at them.

The too-small piled consisted of Duncan’s letterman jacket, the same one he was wearing the night I beat him, and a kilted mini skirt, much, much too short for any sort of imagination.

“D-Do I have to?” I asked, voice trembling.

“Well, if you really wanna roll with the Shepherd, little lamb,” he husked, tipping my chin up with soft fingers, “you gotta prove the pack.”

“H-how?” I quivered.

A smug grin spread across his cheeks, his thumb tracing my lower lip, “you’re gonna put on a little show for us, and in turn, you become one of us. We protect you from the wolves, my pretty little lamb.”

“I... I still don’t understand!” I cried, lips trembling in fright.

Duncan crouched down in front of me, mockingly pouting his lip out, “come on dolly, don’t want that pretty face to cry,” his large thumb swiped under my eye, taking up the tear before brining the salty liquid to his tongue. “I’ll take care of ya, don’t you worry.”

“W-Why me?”

“What can I say? Got me interested.” He licked his teeth under his grin, standing back up, “Alright boys. Let’s give her some privacy to change, I’ll be back in five to check on you, little lamb.”

The boys all left, Duncan even winking at me as he closed the door.

As anxious and tense as I was, I did as I was told and began to undress, the fright in my chest making it hard to breathe.

This was a mistake.

I just knew.

Duncan’s letterman jacket taunted me like a predator to its prey, the much-too-tiny-skirt to match is just as rude to my self esteem.

I contemplated leaving, just walking out with not a word. I had no reason to be here, I flirted with him for a night and now I’m his ‘little lamb?’

So weird.

Of course, this conclusion and idea to leave had blossomed as I had already slid on Duncan’s jacket and the miniskirt, not sure how I looked due to the lack of mirrors. Probably to save girls from having to look at themselves, the shame in my chest would’ve been cemented if I had seen my lack of rational thought.

I jumped as the door slowly opened, Duncan’s familiar face filling the frame.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, sinful smirk on his face, “you’re gonna be quite the show, baby.”

“You still haven’t told me what this is about...” I said, pulling his jacket around me to shield me a little.

Duncan threw his arms out, “what’s there to say? Every brother gets his name and his chick. I’m the Shepherd, you’re my little lamb. Michael’s the devil, his girl would be his angel. Get it?”

“I could do without the theatrics, Duncan.” I said, a lace of anger in my voice. He shrugged and called his friends back in, the catcalls from them rang in my ears like a gong to remind me just how vulnerable I am to their smitten eyes.

“Are you wearing your panties, baby girl?” Duncan asked, rubbing his stubbled chin.

“Yes?” I answered. The shakiness in my voice gave away my confusion as to why I would have to remove them.

Duncan clicked his tongue, “no no, thats not gonna fly. They’re gonna have to come off, baby.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he lowered his voice, “tradition. Off. Now.”

After a brief moment of pause, I tenderly pulled my underwear over my knees and down my legs, tossing them aside neglected.

“Good,” he purred. “Touch yourself.”

I froze, “w-what?”

“Touch. Yourself.” He commanded again, just as stern as the previous time.

I looked between the men encircling me, heart beating faster and full of embarrassment and in a weird way, arousal.

The heat resonation off of my core betrayed her, and I bit my lip anxiously.

“I...can’t do it in front of people-“

“You’re dripping, doll.” One of his friends piped, “the skirt doesn’t hide it, in case you were wondering.”

“Awww,” Duncan cooed, smirking smugly at the embarrassed girl before him, “someone must like all this attention, huh you little slut?”

I looked up at him, like a deer in headlights, opening my mouth to speak but no words come out.

Crouching down in front of me, Duncan gently grabbed my wrist and guided it down to my heat, long fingers gently pressing my own to my clit. My jaw dropped as delicious pressure circled tightly on my sensitive bud.

“That’s a good girl,” Duncan whispered, “keep going, little lamb.” He stood up, slowly sliding off his leather jacket and tossing it to the side, keeping his eyes locked on me like a predator to his prey. “Put a finger in there, baby girl. I want you nice and wet for me.”

I obeyed, much to my own confusion, and I slowly pushed a finger inside, eyes rolling back in my head as they found the spongy wall inside of me.

The men encircling me had begun to palm themselves at the sight, but Duncan stood as still as he could, watching my show with no sympathy.

As I started to become erratic to the touches to my clit, I couldn’t help but began to sweat in Duncan’s letterman, skirt becoming damp with my fluids. I was almost disappointed in myself, hoeing around in front of these complete strangers for a status that in 5 years won’t even matter.

But right now, being ‘Duncan Shepherd’s Little Lamb?’

That’s all that matters to me.

“Ahh!” I screamed, tossing my head back in pleasure, “p-please! C-can I cum?”

In mock sympathy, Duncan tilted his head, “naw, can my little lamb not take a little fingering?” He straightened his neck, “don’t you dare cum on those pretty little fingers, doll.”

“But-“

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

Alongside the chuckling from Duncan’s friends, their own cocks straining against their jeans, I merely mewled at myself, sliding my fingers hesitantly out of my dripping heat. “N-now what?”

He took a condom out of his shallow denim pocket and grinned, “now’s the real show, little lamb,” he sat on the large couch, thighs spread wide as he pat his left muscle, “hop on.”

I couldn’t move. I was so stunned that I was actually here, let alone about to let Duncan ram himself inside of me while horny yes-men watch.

Slowly, I began to crawl over to Duncan, other men whistling at the exposure of my slick thighs and red cunt peaking from under my skirt.

I pulled myself onto Duncan’s lap, legs spread wide and open over his. He smiled down at me smugly and grabbed my hips tightly. “You ready for me baby?”

“Y-yes.” I whispered, tilting my head away from his gaze. I was snapped back to him when his soft lips attacked my neck, biting and sucking roughly. His hand left my hips as he began to undo his jeans, tent bigger now that I was so close to him.

He slid his hard member out, “Alright boys. You know the drill.”

One by one, jeans and pants were dropped, cocks being strained against boxers.

“Ready, Shepherd,” the crowd said, grabbing their cocks and teasing them.

Face completely red from embarrassment, I merely listened to the sounds of skin slapping skin, hands laying on Duncan’s chest as if to ask to wake up from this dream.

But this wasn’t a dream.

And I made the choice to stay with him.

Instead, Duncan gently adjusted me to sit on his length, sliding it inside with no hesitation.

“AH!” I cried, screwing my eyes shut and throwing my head back. The stretch of Duncan inside me was indescribably delicious, and I hated myself for liking it. Duncan gripped my hips again, slowly setting a pace for me to bounce on.

“Oh, and one more thing, little lamb,” he husked, licking the bite that he just created on my neck. “You’re the last to cum.”

“No! I-I can’t hold that!” I whined, bouncing harder, “please!”

A hard, commanding hand came down on my ass and I arched her back with a loud moan. “Don’t be a brat, little lamb,” Duncan growled, roughly grasping my jaw. “You’re not gonna like me if I’m mad.”

“Y-yes sir,” I whimpered, slowly getting back to my original pace on his lap.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “keep going, baby girl.”

“Yo, Duncan,” one of his friends interrupted, “can I get some of that?”

Duncan looked over my shoulder at someone, although I wasn’t sure who was asking.

“Yes,” came Duncan’s answer, “let’s make this more interesting.” He gently pat my ass to make me get off, but everything was so tense I couldn’t move. The lack of release and the thick air in the room were absolutely the cause. “Come on doll,” he commanded, slapping my ass hard again, “move it.”

“Where?”

“Next to me. Hands and knees.” He commanded.

Numbly, as if to know what was coming, I obeyed, arching my back like a cat and waited for the pressure between my hips to return.

Which it did, of course.

I bit her lip in awkward pleasure as Duncan slid into me, new position making it harder to predict his next move.

“Jim,” his husky voice called from behind me, “you’re up. Come ‘ere.”

One of Duncan’s frat brothers, a tall, handsome brunette apparently named Jim looked down at me sweetly, almost sorry for me, stroking my bottom lip comfortingly.

“Are you ready for me, beautiful?”

Despite the quick, hard thrusts of Duncan’s hips and the poorly made ponytail in his hand, I nodded, parting my lips slightly to welcome Jim’s hard, flushed member past. In tandem with Duncan’s thrusts and pace, I took his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, shaky hand gripping what I couldn’t manage. Jim groaned in sweet arousal, grabbing the back of my head gently to help me slightly with my bobbing.

He was strangely ginger with his touches, contrasting with the rough forcing from Duncan.

But we had to move on.

Once I laid my tongue flat against Jim’s head, hollowing my cheeks to finally break him in order to find my own release, I knew it was over for him. “O-Oh fuck, that’s it babe- I’m gonna cum,” Jim groaned, tugging my hair. He stayed true to his promise, spilling his seed down my throat. I swallowed it greedily, heat coating the back of my throat like honey. What else could I do?

The other brothers who participated, quite literally, came and left.

After Jim came Derek, a lanky blonde who was not nearly as gentle as Jim.

Then Seth, brunette hockey player that I knew from around campus.

Then Michael, another tall blonde that looked at me with even less sympathy than Derek.

Then Andy.

Brad.

Brendan.

Josh.

James.

Evan.

Dominic.

Finally came Matt, who instead of making me swallow, gave me a facial, sticking to my eyelashes and heated cheeks, smirking as he did.

I genuinely didn’t know which she appreciated more- the facials because I could merely wipe him off or the constant stickiness of various boys down my raw, aching throat. The ordeal had been over, and finally I could be with Duncan alone.

My hips and pussy hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before, secretly hating Duncan for keeping his promise of a show. His constant and relentless pounding had my entire existence molded around him, so close to that delicious brink of stars.

Tired and overstimulated, I choked back a sob when Duncan finally whispered “cum for me, my brave, strong little lamb.”

Everything in me snapped, I don’t know what came over me. Once I was given the chance, my thighs collapsed, arms gave out and it was only then that I cried from a mix of pain and pleasure from my abused walls.

Duncan followed, spilling his hot cum inside his condom before slowly pulling out and throwing it away, his own walking shaky. “Come here, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispered, gently picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. I wanted to protest and tell him I could walk, but my everything fucking hurt. He set me down on the cool countertop, making me arch and whimper against the contrast to the overheating of my body. It felt really good, the cool granite on my thighs, but it would feel even better if my body hadn’t been so stimulated just seconds before.

Duncan smiled and gingerly dabbed me with a warm, comforting washcloth, cleaning me rather poorly of sweat, jizz and my tear tracks.

“I didn’t think they’d ask,” he admitted, earning a exhausted glare from me. “You really did impress us.”

I said nothing.

He sighed, “I get that you’re pissed at me. I don’t blame you.”

“I’m not pissed,” I said, voice breaking. “I’m in pain and tired from it.”

He tilted his head adorably, like a small puppy and I nearly forgot just how much I’d endured to see him like that.

“Your clothes are fucked,” I tried to joke, voice gone from the maltreatment of my throat.

Duncan chuckled, “that’s not my worry right now.” He handed me a small Dixie cup full of mouthwash, “here. Stay the night. I’ll get you home once you can walk again.”

I nodded, gratefully taking the minty mouthwash from him. I swished it around until it was a pure froth, spitting it and whatever else came up back into the sink.

“Here, I’ll get you some clothes,” Duncan said, leaving the bathroom to only return moments later with a black shirt and boxers, “may be a little big, but it’ll work, right?”

I nodded, sliding on the roomy clothes. They smelt like him, that kinda helped the recovery.

“Let me be the first to say congratulations, little lamb,” Duncan whispered, gently picking my exhausted body up again and carrying me to his room, “you’re one of us now. Top of the food chain, baby.”

I weakly smiled, hand caressing his stubbled cheek, “I can’t wait for you to show me what you can do when it’s just us, Show Horse.”

I felt the tent in his pants grow again.

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No Thieves Welcome XVI: Exhale

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk decides to ask his girlfriend out to prom. margrethe isn’t fond of that. death-- on the horizon.

❛  warnings | potentially offensive character death, teen pregnancy (18 years old), physical illnesses, hopelessness, eating pussy, murder, violence.

❛ sy’s notes | I’m really sorry.

It was a slippery slope.

On one hand, he could have gotten rid of Magnus. On the other hand, shitcanning his baby mama’s best friend when he already fucked her OTHER best friend? Not the best option. But whatever, he could work around this like he always had.

“He’s fuckin’ wit’ me and I’m gonna bust his teeth in. If I had proof that he beat Thora, I’d fuckin’ stick a weight on his ankle and chuck him in the fuckin’ sea.” Hvitserk hisses, ambling backward on his sneakers down the street. The main gates of the school was a stone’s toss away. “Bucked-toothed fucker.”

“If he makes a fuss, we’ll get rid of him. He’s not our brother.”

“We fuckin’ better. ’m tired of his bitch ass.” Hvitserk growls. “Bjorn can’t know.”

Ubbe grunts, a noise that signals he’s done with the conversation. “Are you working tonight?”

“At the docks with uncle. More shipping.”

“Like always.” Ubbe stops. Hvit stops along with him, looking at Ubbe curiously.

“What?”

Hvitserk turns over his shoulder, spotting a long, lithe blonde strutting in heels or-- no, boots, he realizes. Her hair is tight in a ponytail on top of her head, barely tinged. It swishes along her slight back, accentuating the perky ass he had been staring at for some time now. Couldn’t blame him. Torvi is one hot teacher.

“Who? Torvi?” Hvitserk laughs, punching his older brother on his upper arm. “Man, if Margrethe catches you doing that with a teacher,”

“Not my problem,” Ubbe says, checking his watch. Hvitserk has the sudden feeling that he already had done “that” with the teacher. “I broke up with her. Enginnsaðóttir!”

Well, at least he doesn’t have to worry about Bjorn’s reaction to his ex-wife porking his half-brother. Torvi would put him in his place. Hvitserk sighs, left out to deal with the thoughts buzzing around his head until you got there. He leans against the rod iron fence, hands shoved in a pair of rarely worn jeans, a size too fat for the slight pudge he’d gotten since spending nights at your house. Pebernødder cookies were not on his side.

“--just don’t talk to me! Go away!”

Hvitserk hears around the corner.

It’s your voice, clearly upset. He shoves himself off the wall, stomping to a stop in front of the sidewalk you were coming from. With this hands in his pockets, he stands with his feet slightly apart.

“The twins aren’t--” From behind you, he spots Magnus’s wily curls. “--safe.”

You spot Hvitserk, rushing forward to set your hand on his bicep. Hvitserk’s hand comes atop of it, nodding.

“I’d say she’s plenty safe. From you, of course.” Hvitserk drops his hand down to his twins in your stomach, bobbing his head as he considers his children. “But thanks, kid.”

Then swiveling on his foot, Hvitserk shows you inside school grounds. Usually, before class, he’d be taking you to get something at that cute little cafe. He’d buy himself some chocolates to idly snack on, pretending he was half interested in the class.

“C’mon babe,” Hvitserk opens the door for you, pressing on the middle of your back to usher you the ground level and up the stairs. It’s private enough that he corrals you into the corner, near a large window. “What was he talking to you about?”

Leaving.

“He was… he was just, just being stupid,” your eyes focus upon your hands. You find the astral rings that Hvitserk bought you for your first sonogram more interesting. A small buildup of tears is forced back. Hvitserk leans in, his hand at the side of your head.

A girl walks in, paying no attention as she hops up the steps toward class prior to time. Hvit runs his hand down the build-up of stubble. Not that he’s a man that grows much facial hair easily, compared to his chest, but he’s let it go just a bit.

“Don’t lie to me, huh?” Hvitserk lifts your chin, pinning you with force against the wall. “Bet he was telling you to leave me.”

You don’t speak. Knowing he was right, Hvitserk leans down to your stomach. He cradles your belly with two hands, placing a small kiss over the swell. A small puff of air slides out of his mouth before he stands up, caressing his hand over your skirt.

Hvitserk shifts to block any interlopers from looking in on what he was doing. You shift, pushing the leg closest to him out just so. Hvitserk runs his tongue over the top of his teeth, caressing the jagged surface. He seizes the opportunity to run his hand around your thigh, sinking between two thick thighs. Then, jerking upwards, he runs his hand over your soft panties, dipping between them and your precious skin.

“You’re not gonna fuckin’ leave me, righ’?” He asks, grinding his palm as he curves his hand within your panties. A soft sigh slips off your lips, tightening your cunt when you hear steps pitter patter closer. Hvitserk covers you from the eyes of others.

“No, never,” you hum.

Never. Never meant never. Never meant that what he had now— it would last. It had to. For him. For his little man or pretty princess. Hvitserk rewards you by gliding his fingers over your lips, rocking back and forth between soaked folds. The steps pivot up the stairs.

“Say you love me.”

You cling onto his arm, bunching up his dark grey t-shirt. Hvitserk glides his fingers around your cunt, poking inside once he knew he had you good and ready. It should be getting close to class time. Though, it was just a pep rally. It shouldn’t have mattered that much, right?

“Hvit…”

A smooth thrust of his finger leaves you breathless, grasping at his arm. Hvitserk seizes the moment to swivel around, dropping to his knees between your legs that graciously spread for him. Spreading you apart with his fingers, Hvitserk glides his tongue between your folds.

Underneath your skirt, you can hear his sloppy slurps only rivaled by his pleasured grunts. If there’s one thing you know he loves, it’s eating you out. Especially in public places, knowing no one will tell. His family? They didn’t have the best reputation. So as a few stray dumbasses stray in, he has no worries. You grip his bun, guiding him.

“Right… right there,” you whisper, placing your boyfriend just where you wanted for a quick fuck. He curls his fingers, nudging your clit with his nose while noisily slurping across your lips. Your soft moans hasten, lifting and dropping with desperation. With a flick of your hips, Hvitserk drifts back, patiently blowing cold air against your throbbing heat. He delves his tongue down to join his fingers, eating what juices came for him. His fingers slip out, allowing him to eat you with tongue alone.

“I love you…” you comb his hair down, running your thumb over his cheek. His eyes pop open, then soften, bringing his thumb to your pounding clit. He rewards you by rolling your clit between his thumb and index finger over and over, drinking up your pleasure until he hears your cry break into your orgasm. Thankfully, no one was there. Likely because the bells had begun to sound.

After riding out the pleasure with you, Hvitserk stands up, bringing your panties back up with you. Your hands are on his shoulders as you lean up to his lips, a hand behind his neck. You drag him down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue in his closed mouth kisses. His smile against your lips breaks the kiss.

“You even taste pregnant.”

Of course, it would be Hvitserk to say that. “You don’t even know what pregnant tastes like.”

“Like you,” he grabs your hand, starting up the stairs to homeroom.

“You’re gross.”

“Yep!”

Magnus and you weren’t on speaking terms. Mostly due to your preference. After all, you couldn’t believe what he said. He almost killed Thora, he asserted. If there was one thing you were sure about, it was that Hvitserk loved Thora. More than himself. So it made this prep rally very lonely despite the fact that Magnus sat next to you.

The sun peeks behind pillows of fluffy clouds. For once, the rain let up. You sat with Hvitserk’s jacket lightly down your shoulders. Even though it was June, it was still cool. The last thing you wanted to do was get sick with your twins. You stomach sat in your lap, visibly round. It wasn’t as if you were that… pregnant, but you would be soon. Everyone knew that it was his. Perhaps that was why people mostly left you alone.

Two twirly cheerleaders leap one over another, twisting and turning into a playful flip one on top of another. Your hand, curves over your stomach, scanning for Hvitserk. It wasn’t as if there was assigned seating. You were… so sure that Hvitserk would have come to sit by you.

“Oh, hi (Y/N)!”

Margrethe plops beside you on the busy, metal bleachers. Her pretty in pink nails curl along the bleacher as she plops down, skirt swaying. She was in uniform for cheerleading, but you question why she isn’t down there cheering on the team. You unconsciously tighten up, anxious to see her beside you after tumbling down the bleachers last time. If she pushed you down this time…

“I had to see them up close!” she reaches out to set a hand to your stomach. “How cute are you all knocked up! I didn't believe it at first. I thought that Hvitserk was just spitting lies but, you’re getting all round and fat! Is it his? Or Ivar’s?”

Abject horror wears your features. That was one lie you did not want to get out. As naturally jealous as Hvitserk could get, he might believe such a terrible lie. You push the hand on your stomach off.

“They’re his,” you say.

“Leave her alone, Margrethe,” Magnus says beside you. “She’s got enough shit to deal with.”

Please welcome your football team! The intercom says. You make out Ubbe jogging across the field to Hvitserk, who you finally make out as handing a few sashes for the graduating portion of the team. They recently won their region. Ubbe was that all-star student. His grades? Perfect. Sports? Always training. His love life though, you wonder about when he shoots Mrs. Torvi that perfect smile. Wasn’t she Bjorn’s ex?

Hvitserk used to be right there with him which was why as Hvitserk swiped the microphone from his big brother’s hand after a speech on how gracious they were to have won. You begin a shake of your head, expecting him to drone on about how he had the perfect big brother.

“Baby mama!” The microphone whizzes in a metallic screech. Oh god, no. You form a cup around the sides of your eyes, pretending like no one was looking at the pregnant chick that so happened to wear Hvitserk’s old soccer jacket, slinking down your arms and framing your small skirt. “Come to prom with me!”

He was so fucking proud. The bleachers light up into whispers. Some saying, oh come on. You are almost too stunned to speak when some random fucker shouts, go baby mama! Beside you, you could practically feel the stinging heat from Margrethe. It was embarrassing. More embarrassing though was staying with someone like Margrethe. You pull the jacket on, zipping past her and anyone else for that matter down the stairs. The barrier between the stairs and ground level stops you.

“I’ll go to prom with you,” God help what you were about to say. “Baby Daddy!”

He laughs, something loud that echoes through the field. Hvitserk chucks the microphone at his big brother, sprinting across the field to where you were. On the bleachers, Margrethe is left gaping.

“He’s taking her?!” She bellows. “She’s fat!”

“She’s the mother of his children.” Magnus points out. “Who did you think he would take? You?”

Margrethe watches Hvitserk take a couple of long steps up the stairs in those cute skinny jeans that made his ass look just right. Her arms fold over when he embraces you, setting a kiss on your lips before the monitors make hissing whistles.

“He’s supposed to take me! He promised! He’s supposed to be mine!”

When a prime opportunity presents itself, Magnus had to take it. What kind of Ragnarsson would he be not to? Hvitserk deserved this. You deserved someone better. Anyone better than that man that kicked his face in and then thought he could intimidate him into submission. Although he could never do the dirty work himself, he was no chicken with his tongue.

“You should show him that then,” Magnus says.

“I will!”

The bleachers erupt as the pep rally is dismissed.

Night fell on the city. Hvitserk stood on the docks, receiving packages of illicit drugs mixed in with legal packages was just a part of the deal in working for his uncle and father. Rollo gave him the tablet with projected imports.

“Finished early, huh kid?” Rollo asks his nephew. Hvitserk nods in response, tapping the last checkbox labeled ( live arrivals: India. ) Hvitserk hands the packaging back to his uncle, shoving his hands into his warm black hoodie.

“That means I can go?”

“Yeah, your lady must be waiting for you,” Rollo informs, punching him on the shoulder. “Siggy is at home for me but I’ll clear down.”

“I’m goin’ to see a friend.”

For important reasons, Hvitserk leaves his car but walks down to the residential streets with his hoodie drawn up tight. A beautiful lily peeks from his pocket. At three in the morning, there was no one in the streets. A car here or there sputters along the abandoned, none noticing the stranger in black.

With gloved hands, he pops the window latch, pushing up the glass. His stomach tightens and yet, nothing came of it. A part of him wishes something had. Her father never set an alarm. He had one, but no, he never set it. Who would break in? The fluffy white cat in the window sill is jarred by his entrance but recognizes him when he draws down his hoodie.

“‘ey Janik,” he calls to the dog, whose head is raised. It settles down. Hvitserk pulls the lily free from his pocket, joining it with the bundle of lilies each a day older than another. Some yellow and dry, some pressed in a book marking ‘Month I, Month II’.

“Prinsesse…” he approaches the bed, not expecting a response.

There is none. Not that he expected any from his precious Thora, who lays in her bed helpless. Her eyes are open but nothing comes of it. Nothing but one stray tear, dripping down the corner of her beautiful skin when he kneels. It’s his.

And he wishes it was hers. Why can’t the tears dribble down her cheeks? Why she can’t move? To show him. He can’t reason why she’s the one stuck in her mind in this bed, the one place where she always…

“That would be my nightmare,” he recalled her saying. She laid beside him in the bed, glowing after sex. They watched stupid documentaries together. Vegetation vs Brain Death. “For my mind to go along with my body.”

“That bad?” Hvitserk brought her against his chest, letting her twirl her fingers through his sparse chest hair.

“To exist and not even know? It must be awful. I’d never like to be like that. So if I ever go like that, put me down.”

Hvitserk laughed, fifteen and stupid. “Don’t say that. You’re young and pretty. That won’t happen to you.”

“Just promise me,” Thora begged.

“Okay, okay. I promise.”

Hvitserk works his jaw, his teeth running over and over. He wasn’t going to wait. He… he couldn’t. If he waited, he would be breaking his promise to her. Hvitserk was anything but an oathbreaker. She wasn’t brain dead, but sure, he wasn’t going to wait for that to happen.

“I promised.” Hvitserk looks to the pillow they once shared. He’d slide it under her beautiful hips, take her from behind. Or sometimes, they used that fluffy white pillow to eat snacks on in bed and watch cheesy rom-com movies that he didn’t feel like watching. He picks it up, doing just as Ragnar told him to do. A flick here, another there with her machines and Hvitserk ambled toward her slowly, praying her father didn’t hear.

It had been long enough, he told himself. She was supposed to get more function. She didn’t have any more than she did then. He held out those first two weeks hoping she would get better. That if… if the doctor said, he didn’t have to do this.  

Hvitserk bends his head down into his arm, a sob catching. This was pathetic. This was— this was her choice. But he caught himself hoping. Maybe years from now, maybe two, maybe six, maybe even twenty: she’d be alive. But she wasn’t, Ragnar told him. She would likely never be.

And, after all, this was her choice.

“Fuck…” he whispers, taking one last look at her. He longed to kiss her— just, just one last time. Her plush lips seemed so far away now. But Ragnar told him not to, and for his twins, he’d suffer without it. Hvitserk exhales a puff of air from his nose, rolling his wet cheek into his hoodie.

“It won’ be long, it won’ be— fuck I can’t.”

If you can’t do it, I can.

He knows it has to be him. He looks down to the pillow, then looks to the clock. 4:31am, the clock reads. Do it, he settles. Without looking back he settles the pillow over her face, pressing with enough force on his forearm that he knows will not allow her to get air. He’s not sure what happens next. If she was moving, or fighting, or not. He’s not seeing much of anything either, only sucking in his breath and praying to the gods that Thora’s father isn’t here to see.

They didn’t need to see this. The burden he had been carrying as of late… its too much. Now, knowing that he’ll discover her body, causes him to roll his cheek into his shoulder. 4:36am, Janik lifts his head. Hvitserk shushes him, turning his face down to Thora’s chest in what was her favourite white jammies, like a princess, his once was princess. 4:38am, he sobs when her chest stills. But he keeps that pillow close-- he, has to finish. 4:41am. Hvitserk slips the pillow under his hoodie and gazes over her beautiful waving hair. A lock of her hair sticks to her lips. Hvitserk takes it with him.

On weekends, you stay with Hvitserk.

You sleep on your side, your pillow between your legs in place of where Hvitserk’s should have been. Most nights were like this. Most nights, Hvitserk worked hard at night to support his family and with a nap between two and six when he got out of school. The bed bows underneath you. You would have turned, half asleep, but find that strong arms encircle your waist. His cologne, strong and comforting. The woody undertones soothe you.

“Mmmm, Hvit…” your eyes spread, looking to your phone that you’ve forgotten on the bed. 5:51am, it reads. Hvitserk hides his head between the junction of your shoulder and neck. It’s wet. “Hvit? Are you okay?”

“Yeah babe. I’m-- I’m okay. Jus’ stay there for me. I need you.”

In a few minutes, he’s not so soundly asleep. He missed her already.

Sy’s Notes II: I hope I wrote that death scene adequately. It was hard to find information on her state and what physical reactions would come of it. 

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[kiddoryder]

Kidnapping an Angel

Blitz and Sophie McNight and Ryan O’Grady belong to @loli-momo1908

 Inside of Hell, there was a demon who have pale green skin, reddish brown hair, red eyes with iris, wearing dark green coat with slightly pale pine green pants and a shirt under his coat and having a tail with spikes and an axe blade on the end of his tail. He was known as Ryan O’Grady aka the Evil Eye Killer. He  was the one who murdered Blitz and Sophie’s parents 4 years ago. Right now he was at an abandoned factory trying to think of a plan to get revenge on his arch enemy’s son.

 Ryan – “There’s gotta be something or somebody that I can use! I could use his baby sister…But that’s too obvious. Besides, what’s so bad about saving the best for last? Hmm...”

Ryan began to past back and forth until he stepped on a piece of paper. He picked it up and saw that it was an old newspaper clipping of the Happy Hotel.

Ryan – “I know this…I seen it on the TV with that stupid bitch of a Princess advertise.”

Ryan looks at the back of the paper and saw a phone number and it was Angel Dust’s phone number. At first, Ryan looked disgusted but then remembered who he is.

Ryan – “I see that drag queen bastard with Blitz before…*realized something* I got an idea! *laughs*

()()()()()()()()()()()

Right now at the Hotel, everybody was just relaxing and doing their own thing. Then a letter slipped under the door and Charlie’s youngest cousin Sonya noticed it and picked it up. Sonya saw that it said, “To Blitz” and said:

Sonya – “Blitz you got a letter.”

Blitz – “Really? Let me see.”

Blitz took the letter and opened it. The note said:

“Hey kid. It’s been four years since we last seen each other with your parents that night ain’t it? Guess what? I’m going to take away the most treasured person you loved most. I’ll be so looking forward on seeing you watch helplessly as I tortured your loved one then, I’ll be killing you…See you soon kid.

Signed

The Evil Eye Killer

Blitz’s eyes widen in horror and had a frozen look on his face. Even his hands were shaking in fear. This makes Charlie and the others look at Blitz in concern.

Charlie - *concern* “Blitz, are you okay?”

Angel –“Yeah it looks like you saw something horrible.”

Blitz even began to pant a bit before he ran off saying “Sophie!” making Charlie and the others shock.

Charlie – “Wait Blitz! What’s wrong?”

Blitz - *stopped and turn to Charlie and the others* “I have to keep her safe! That monster is coming to get her!”

Vaggie - *confused* “What? What are you talking about?”

Blitz – “Look, I can’t talk right now! I gotta get  Sophie and be sure HE doesn’t kidnap her!”

Blitz ran upstairs and quickly opened the door to his sister’s room. Luckily for him, he saw that Sophie was napping in her bed much to Blitz’s relief. He pulled up a chair and sat by her side. Charlie and the others witness this and feel confused and concern for Blitz.

Angel – “Well that was weird.”

Then Angel felt  vibrating noise and check his phone and it said: “Hey Hot-stuff! I wanna have a fun time with you today. Meet me at 325 Devil Street. Don’t be late!”

Angel – “Oh look like work is calling me. Be right back!”

           Before anybody can protest, Angel already left the hotel. However what he didn’t know is that a shadow of a certain serial killer was watching over Angel and grinned evilly with his wicked plan had already began. Angel made it to 325 Devil Street and looked for whoever texted him for his “services”. 5 minutes had past, and Angel decided to get some drugs at the vending machine since he was getting bored. When his usual cocaine bag came out there was also a note next to the bag of cocaine.

Angel - *confused* “Huh? What the?”

Angel took the note in one hand, and the drug in his other hands. He opened the note and he read it:

Angel - *reading it* “Since you are the one, he loves, you will die tonight. *confused*  What the hell do that even means?”            

           Just then, all of a sudden, one arm held Angel from behind as the other hand with a handkerchief containing a knock out drug covered Angel’s mouth. Angel tried to struggle free but with the drug began to take effect, Angel began to woozy and was knocked unconscious by the drug and fell limp in the arms of arms of Ryan O’Grady! Ryan grinned evilly as he got his victim and he slunged Angel over his shoulder to carry him away for his plan.

Ryan - *laughs evilly* “Phase 1 complete. Now phase 2.”

()()()()()()()()()()

           Angel was starting to wake up but still a little woozy. But he noticed that he was in some abandon factory and was actually tied to a pole. He tried to speak but it just turned out muffled and saw in a puddle that there was duct tape on his mouth. Angel was then greeted by a punch in the face by Ryan. Angel’s eyes widen in shock on who kidnapped him, and the murderer Blitz was talking about.

Ryan – “Well looks who is awake. By the look on your face I can your so call ‘lover” have already told you about me, like how I murdered his and his dear sister parents? Well guess what? I love every second of doing it!”

Angel had an angry and horrified look in his eyes. He can see how evil and sick Ryan can be and see he’s not the type of guy to be messing with.

Ryan – “You wonder why I kidnapped you? Well you see, I thought kidnapping his baby sister was a bit too obvious and too easy. So I figured why not kidnapped the person he’s in love with? The answer was you because it was pretty obvious on how you two are close. Which is disgusting. Kidnapping and killing you will be fun but seeing the look on Blitz’s face seeing your dead body and too depressed to even live will be even more fun.”

Angel had an angry look on his face but then muffled shouted in pain when Ryan gave him a hard punch in the stomach.

Ryan - *threating*  “And I suggested that you stay tied and don’t move and be the good little slut puppy you are, or else things will end up deadly! And word of advice, don’t leave your phone number at random places.”

Angel eyes widen: Ryan was the one who sent him that text and the one who knocked him out. When Ryan left, Angel looked around and tried to find anything that can help him escape or send a message to Blitz for help. Luckily for him, he happened to find a sharp piece of glass that wasn’t that far away from him. Thanks to his long legs, Angel managed to step on the glass and bring it closer to him. He uses his foot to flip the glass in the air, and he caught it with one of his hands. He began to use the glass to cut the rope and then he was free and even remove the duct tape from his mouth. Angel saw the doors and began to run toward it, but then he was shot on the back and he fell on the ground with a burnt mark on his back. He looked and saw Ryan with his gun.

Ryan – “Tsk tsk. You just had to follow just one simple rule. Too bad that I would have to end you now.”

Angel - *wincing as he was getting up* “I like to see you try motherfucker! How about we fight mano y mano?”

Ryan – “Wow. That’s coming big from Blitz’s boyfriend. But I supposed beating you down will be even more fun.”

Angel growled and ran to punched Ryan, but Ryan grabbed Angel’s wrist and simply threw him on the ground. Angel got up and tried again but this time, Ryan gave him a hard punch in the face that made Angel go against a crate of boxes. Angel stood up and looked angrily at Ryan who was doing a smirk at him.

Angel – “You called that a punch? My father punched harder than that!”

Ryan - *laughs and rubbing his knuckles* “You should’ve just cooperated with my plan tried to escape or stupidly tried to fight me, you wouldn’t be in a physical mess. I know that pathetic rat with wings love you deep down and it’s a shame he wouldn’t have a chance to tell you that, when I’m through with him, then you, and then, his baby sister who is weak and pathetic like her brother.”

Angel - *angrily* “Why you bastard!”

           Angel ran and actually managed to punch Ryan in the face which did knocked him down a little. Ryan was shocked because only strong demons like Blitz, can actually land a punch on him. No demon like Angel ever had the strength to actually physically harm Ryan.

Angel – “You’re just jealous because Blitz is more of a man then you will ever be! You may lie to yourself that you are better than Blitz, or Sophie or even their parents. But I know the truth about you: the truth about you is that you are nothing but a fucking coward!”

Ryan - *glaring angrily as he got up* “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

           Ryan ran toward at Angel and slapped him hard on the right side of his face, which made him fall on the ground. Then Ryan kicked Angel on the stomach hard as he watched Angel rolled over towards another crate of boxes. Then he walked over and knelt down as he roughly placed his hand on Angel’s head to keep him pinned down while apprehending his four arms. Angel was wincing in pain even when Ryan was digging his nails into Angel’s skin, but he didn’t want Ryan to hear it, so he stopped.

Ryan – “You don’t know anything about me or what their father did to me, when I was alive years ago….And once your precious hero comes to the rescue, I’ll be making you watch as I slaughter the fucking life out of him! *grins evilly* and then, after that, I’d be happy to have you join him in a merciless death.”

Angel – “The real tortured is that a coward will be the one who will kill me! The most fun I’ll have is watching Blitz beating the living crap of you cause that what you are too! A piece of crap!”

Ryan – “I wouldn’t get too cocky, you little shit!”

He lifted Angel up by the bow tie, and threw him across the factory, seeing him crashed yet again into another crate of boxes that shattered into pieces. Ryan walked toward him.

Ryan – “Tell me, if I were a coward, how come that little runt with wings ran away from me with his sister 4 years ago? Ohh, that’s right. He’s been hiding like a sick scared bitch all this time after he saw me put an end on his dear parents. Does that make him a “man” by cowering in the shadows all this time? He’s a poor weakling sap, just like you are.”

Angel weakly got up and wince in pain and saw that his first left arm was broken. He was in a lot of pain and beside the broken arm, Angel can feel and see he got a lot of cuts and bruises on him. Even his clothes, bow tie, and gloves had some holes and torn apart. However, despite being in pain, Angel refuses to give up and let Ryan talk bad or hurt Blitz.

Angel – “You shut up about him! You’re a hypocrite too! If you are so tough, then why aren’t you fighting him now? Ohh, that’s right, you are basically using me as a shield! Plus killing his parents four years ago prove that you are a poor weakling sap because you were too afraid to fight back! At least Blitz is a braver guy then you are!”

Ryan was getting angry again that he was being mocked and talked back to by a demon like Angel Dust. He could have killed him quickly with gun like he originally planned, but then thought: why not beat Angel into a bloody pulp? It would be much for fun and seeing Blitz’s reaction, Blitz would be too depressed to even fight back and easier for Ryan to kill him. Then Ryan kicked Angel on the stomach, which made him fell on the ground again.

Ryan – “You’re an arrogant fool. No wonder why your daddy never loved you at all. At any time when the son of my arch enemy arrives to the rescue, it’ll be the last time you’ll be seeing him alive. Why don’t we have more fun huh? Let even make this fight a challenge.”

Ryan then puts a blindfold and muzzled on Angel and continued to beat him up. But Angel continued to fight back despite being in horrible pain. He doesn’t want to let Blitz down.

()()()()()()()()()()()

           Back at the hotel, Blitz, Charlie, Vaggie and Sonya was getting ready to protect Sophie. Blitz and Charlie got their powers ready, Vaggie got her knifes, and Sonya got out her spell books.

Charlie – “Ok so Vaggie got the weapons out, Me and you got our powers, and Sonya got her books ready for the most powerful spells she knows.”

Sonya – “I even got the big guns ready!”

Sonya pointed to Liz in shadow form who did a slasher smile.

Vaggie – “So, in case that bastard even dares to take one step into the hotel, we’ll be ready for him.”

Blitz – “Thank you guys so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate your help.”

Charlie – “Well of course Blitz we are your friends. We will do anything to protect you.”

Sophie – “Big Brother, what’s going on?”

They turned around and saw Sophie who awoken from her nap. She was holding her stuffed dog in one  hand and rubbing her eyes with the other hand. Wanting to tell his baby sister the truth, Blitz kneeled down to Sophie’s height level and said:

Blitz – “Sophie listen to me, there’s a monster out there and he’s planning to take you away from me. But don’t worry, me, Charlie and the others are going to keep you safe at all cost. We won’t let anything happen to you. We promise.”

Sophie – “Oh thank you Blitz!”

Sophie hugged Blitz knowing that her big brother and their friends will protect her. However, Sonya noticed another letter slipped through the door. Sonya picked it up and it had Blitz’s name on it.

Sonya – “Blitz you got another letter.”

Blitz – “What? Another one?”

Blitz took the letter from Sonya and began to read it:

“Hey there kid. Guess what? I’ve just caught the one you truly love, and it isn’t your sister. If you want to see your dear friend alive, meet me at the abandon factory at 652 Vile Street You better show up alone or else he dies, and you will be next. See you then.”

Signed

The Evil Eye Killer

           At first, Blitz had a confused look on his face.

Blitz - *confused* “Truly love? What the hell is he-“

Blitz eyes began to widen in shock and horror. He realized who Ryan was referring to.

Blitz – “Oh God no…”

Vaggie - *concerned* “What? What does it say?”

Blitz – ‘….That son of a bitch kidnapped Angel!”

All – “WHAT?!”

Vaggie – “As much as I get annoyed by that slutty asshole Angel, even I would never want anything bad like this happened to him.”

Sophie – *worried and sad* “What are we going to do?”

Charlie – *worried* “How are we going to get him back!?”

Blitz looked at the letter as he soon thought with his eyes closed for a moment. As dangerous and risky it’s going to be, he won’t stand by and let Ryan kill the one person he truly loves that isn’t his sister. He stared at his friends with a serious glare on his face.

Blitz – *seriously* “The letter said I have to go alone, then that’s what I have to do for Angel.”  

Charlie - *worried* “Blitz are you sure? I mean we go with you to save Angel.”

Sonya – “You heard what the letter said cousin Charlie we can’t! If we do, he will kill Angel and Blitz.”

Blitz – “Sonya is right Charlie, if any of you follow me, Ryan will kill Angel. And I can’t risk that. Stay and watch over Sophie for me.”

Blitz began to walk off towards the door. Then Sophie said with a sad and worried look on her face.

Sophie – “You will come back with Angel…right?”

Blitz halted before he looked back at Sophie with an assuring smile on his face.

Blitz – “Don’t worry kiddo. We will be back in one piece, I promise.”

Blitz gave his baby sister a hug and then he exists the hotel. He took a few steps and opened his wings and flew off to meet with his arch enemy at the abandon factory to rescue Angel Dust.

()()()()()()()()()

           At the abandon factory, Angel Dust was now on the ground in terrible pain. He had more cuts, and bruises on his body. Sadly, he wasn’t strong enough to fight Ryan and it was tough to see with the blindfold and muzzle on him. Angel did try to sit up but was punched in the face by Ryan again.

Ryan - *glaring at him with arms crossed* “Did I tell you to get back, up bitch? Honestly, if you hadn’t tried to fight me or escape the moment you woke up, I wouldn’t have hurt you. Although, you do have the guts to keep on fighting me and get a few hits here and there. So I can respect that.”

           Angel weakly got up and ran toward him despite being blindfolded. Ryan simply grabbed his face and slammed him down on the  ground hard.

Ryan – “Unless you want me to kill you now, ya better stop fighting your worthless piece of crap!”

           Angel just mumbled a “fuck you!” which made Ryan angry and he slammed Angel’s head on the ground three times hard. Then he took out the gun in his pocket and aimed it at Angel’s head.

Ryan - *sighs* “No matter anyways, caused whether your precious “boyfriend” comes for you or not, I can’t wait to see the looks on his pitiful face, when he sees you lying dead. Then, I’ll have him join you shortly.”

Angel tried to fight back but was too much in pain. Even with the blindfold, he felt like he was going to pass out. Before Ryan can pulled the trigger, there was a loud crashed into the factory. Blitz had burst through the window.

Ryan - *shocked* “What?!”

Blitz flew forward with amazing speed with his fist reeled back as it flared in a blue magical glow and then, slammed a powerful punch at the serial killer’s face that sent him flying and crashed onto a couple of crate boxes, saving Angel just in time. Blitz landed carefully on his feet and his eyes widen and gasps in horror seeing Angel badly hurt, muzzled, and blindfolded. Blitz took off the muzzle and blindfold and Angel’s eyes were closed and wasn’t moving. At all. Blitz knelt down and carefully lifted Angel’s into his arms. Blitz didn’t even care that Angel’s blood was staining his arms and shirt.

Blitz - *worried and concerned* “Angel? Angel are you alright?! Answer me!”

But not one sound was coming out Angel’s mouth. Not even a moan. This made Blitz even more worried and tried to wake Angel up by gently patting his cheek. But no sound out of Angel. Then blitz began to shake Angel to get him to wake up.

Blitz – “Come on Angel, wake up! Angel look at me please!”

           Blitz stopped shaking Angel awake seeing that it wasn’t working. Blitz began panting but he tried to keep himself calm. However, some tears are starting to form in his eyes as he held Angel in his arms.

Blitz – “Don’t you dare die on me, you fucking slut! Do you hear me!? *panting* Come on man. You gotta wake up…I’ll never forgive myself if I lose you man…You may be a pain the ass at times, but I…I really need you in my life in Hell, okay? I’ll even miss you calling me…*he bites his lips for a second before he took a deep breath and said something he hates* “Blitzy-Que”…Please….Just don’t die on me.”

Blitz held Angel’s body closer to him as he rested his head on Angel’s shoulder carefully. He let a few tears drop on the ground and on Angel’s shoulder. Then he heard coughing and weak laughter.

Angel - *weakly* “Heh…I knew…You love…That nickname…Blitz Que…*coughs*”

           Blitz opened his eyes wide and looked to see Angel was awake with his eyes half closed and was weakly smiling. Tears of joy fell on Blitz’s face.

Blitz - *ecstatic* “Angel!? Oh, thank God that you’re alive!!”

           Blitz carefully hugged Angel due to the many injuries he has. Angel use his second pair of arms to weakly hug Blitz back.

“How Sentimental….”

           After hearing that voice, Blitz and Angel turned and saw Ryan coming out from the pile of shattered crate boxes. He had blood coming from the right side of his lip when he was punched and drew his gun out, pointing at both of them.

Ryan – “To bad I gotta put an end of this and you both.”

           Ryan began to shoot his gun at the boys. Blitz carried Angel in his arms and began to fly while avoiding the bullets from Ryan’s guns. He was trying to figure out a way to get away from the psychopathic killer and get to safety with Angel.

Angel – Blitz I…Can’t believe….You would…Save my ass…*coughs*

Blitz – “Hey, I always come and get you out of trouble.”

           Blitz then noticed a weak of the support beam of the building. This gave Blitz an idea.

Blitz – “Hang on!”

           With speed of flight, Blitz made his right foot flared in blue magical glow and twirled around fast and deliverers a powerful kick at the support beam’s weak point. The magical powerful kick caused the beam to break in half and causing the abandoned factory to start collapsing. Blitz managed to fly out of there with Angel in his arms but as for Ryan, he tried to find his way out and escape until the top of the building collapsed and started to fall towards.

Ryan - *eyes widen* “OH SHIT!”

           Outside of the abandon factory, Blitz flew out of its distance with Angel in his arms. They both saw the abandon factory with collapsed with Ryan still inside. Blitz sigh in relief that he managed to recuse Angel.

Angel - *weakly* “Mmm…Thank you…Blitzy Que.”

           Angel then passed out from the pain and injuries he has. His body felt limp in Blitz’s hands much to his concerned.

Blitz – “Aw shit...Hang on Angel, you’re going to help right now!”

           Blitz began to fly in the sky fast to get to the hospital for Angel to get recovered. Less than 10 minutes, he saw Hell’s Hospital and quickly flew down and kicked the front door opened ran toward the front the front desk carrying an unconscious Angel Dust in his arms. He told the front desk who was looking uninterested and painting her nails.

Blitz – “Where’s the doctor!? I need them now!”

Front Desk Clerk - *bored* “Look you can’t just come in here and demand something! I’m busy doing my nails and-“

Blitz - *grabbed her by the shirt* “I don’t give a shit about your nails! He’s badly hurt, and you better get the doctor or else I’m killing everybody in this crap hole!”

Clerk - *scared* “Y-Yes sir!”

The clerk pressed a button and a doctor came out. First, he only saw Blitz and looked annoyed.

Doctor – “Clerk you know I only take in worthy demons-“

However Blitz turned around, and the doctor saw he has an injured and unconscious Angel in his arms. The doctor gasps in shock.

Doctor – “Hey that’s the mobster and porn star Angel Dust!”

Blitz – “Yes! He’s badly hurt! Help him now!”

Doctor – “Alright! You’re lucky Angel is an important figure in Hell. I only help those that I think they are worthy.”

           The doctor pressed a button on the wall and two nurses came out with a stretcher. Blitz gently put Angel down and they began to wheel him. Angel weakly opened his eyes halfway and the doctor put an oxygen mask on face. Angel closed his eyes again, and opened them seeing that he was still on the stretcher but saw that Blitz was there holding his hand saying:

Blitz - *tears coming down his face* “Angel…You’re going to be okay...You better not die! You hear me!”

Angel – “Mmm…Blitzy…”

           Angel lost consciousness again and it made Blitz more worried. Then Blitz stopped when one of the doctors block his way and the rest of them kept wheeled Angel into the hall.

Blitz – “Get out of my way! I need him!”

Doctor 2 – “Sorry but rules are rules. Beside they are wheeling him to the operation room.”

Blitz - *shocked* “Operation room?”

Doctor 2 – “Have you seen the injuries he has? He will need surgery, so he won’t die. Again. We will make sure to keep you in tact on what is happening.”

Blitz - *sighs* “Fine…”

Blitz went to the waiting room area and sat down one of the chairs. He saw the phone and wanted to call Charlie to let her know where is and Angel’s current condition. Before he began to dial, he saw one of the doctors holding Angel’s clothes and was about to throw it out in a trash can. Blitz quickly pinned the doctor to the wall.

Blitz - *mad* “What do you think you are doing?”

Doctor 3 - *scared* “Oh u-um we usually throw patients clothes either before or after surgery. Or if we just feel like it.”

Blitz – “Those are Angel’s clothes and don’t belong there! Give me his clothes.”

Doctor 3 - *scared* “B-but-“

Blitz - *threatingly* “I said give me. The. Clothes. Now!”

The doctor did what he was told and gave Angel’s clothes to Blitz and left to the surgery room. Blitz sat back down and sadly looked at Angel’s clothes. It was torn, had holes and stained with Angel’s blood. Not wanting to think of Angel not surviving the operation, he picked the phone to call the hotel.

()()()()()()()()()()()

           At the hotel, Charlie and the others were worried about Blitz and Angel’s since half an hour had passed. Then the phone began to ring, and Charlie quickly picked it up.

Charlie – “Hello Blitz? You found him! He’s what…Oh no…We will be right there! *hangs up* Guys we gotta go to the hospital now!”

Vaggie – “Why, what happened!?’

Sophie – “Did Blitz get Angel back?”

Sonya – “Are they both okay?”

Charlie – “Blitz is okay, but Angel is badly hurt!”

Vaggie - *shocked* “What!? We gotta go to the hospital now!””

           And so, Charlie and the girls exist the hotel as they ran into the limo, gotten inside of it, and then they drove off straight to the hospital. Then they made it at the hospital and saw Blitz in the waiting room era looking scared and sad at the same time.

Charlie – “Blitz! Where’s Angel Dust? Is he ok?”

Blitz - *sighs* “The doctor said that they’re taking care of his injuries now in the operation room, but…I just hope he’s okay…*placed his hands on his head, lowered his head and growl in frustration* UGH!! Damn it! Why….Why is this happening?! I should’ve come sooner and stop that bastard from hurting him….This is all my fault….”

The girls felt bad for Blitz seeing him so upset. Vaggie sat down next to him and:

Vaggie – “Hey, hey, listen to me Blitz, none of this is your fault. It’s that Evil Eye Killer’s fault. He was the one who planned this.”

Sonya – “Yeah I mean he’s the one who hurt Angel, not you.”

Charlie – “Even though Angel did come out hurt, you still managed to save him and that what matters.”

Sophie – “Yeah Blitz you are a hero!”

Blitz lifted his head up to the girls smiling after realizing that they are right.

Blitz – “Thank you guys...”

           Just then an hour or two later, one of the doctors came over to blitz and his friends to the waiting room area. He told them the good news about Angel is going to be okay and survived the surgery. The doctors managed to stop all the bleeding and use some medicines (even some drugs) to help him heal. However, Angel was still unconscious, and Blitz and the others decided to stay in his hospital room until he woke up

()()()()()()()()()

“Look…He’s awaking up!”

“Oh thank God he’s okay!”

“He’s…still alive!”

           Angel’s eyes slowly opened and the ringing he was hearing stop. His vision was blurry, so he blinks a few times to clear his vision. He saw that he was in the hospital room, in a hospital bed, bandaged up and wearing a cast for his broken arm. He even had two IV bags: one was medicine and the other was pink blood mix with cocaine for him. Angel saw Charlie, and the girls in his hospital room but Blitz wasn’t there.

Charlie - *gently* “Hey Angel, how are you feeling?”

Angel – “Tired but getting better. Where is-“

That’s when Blitz opened the door and saw Blitz with a can of soda in his hands. Blitz looked up to see Angel awake.

Blitz – “Angel you’re awake!”

Angel – “Blitz!”

Angel stood up in his hospital bed as an attempt to walk to Blitz. However thanks to his injuries, it prevented him from doing so and just cause more pain.

Angel – *in pain* “Ow! Ow!”

Blitz – *concerned* “Whoa take it easy Angel! You just woke up.”

Blitz gently push Angel down on his hospital bed and covered him with the blanket more to keep him comfortable.

Angel - *rubbing his head* “How long was I out?”

Sonya – “For a few hours.”

Vaggie – “Angel you son a bitch. You have no idea how worried and scared we were about what happened to you. It even scared me.”

Angel – “Eh what can I say babe. I’m loveable.”

Sonya – “Yeah you can tell he’s back to old self again.”

Sophie walked up to Angel and tip toped to the bed’s level. She gave him a piece of paper with a cute drawing of herself, Charlie, Vaggie, Sonya, Blitz and Angel holding hands and it even said, “Get well, Angel”.

Sophie – “I made a get well drawing for you.”

Angel - *smiling* “Aw…Thanks Sophie it’s really cute.”

Sophie smiled and giggled a bit. Blitz walked over to Angel slowly and sat down on the chair next to the bed.

Blitz – “So…um…How your arm?”

Angel – “It’s okay. It mostly I would have to wear this cast for 6 weeks.”

Blitz – “Six weeks huh? *rubbed the back of his own neck* Well…at least you’ll be better by then. And you will be leaving the hospital in a few days.”

Angel – “Yeah…I mean this isn’t my first time in a hospital and had a broken arm. Then again…I never fought a bastard like Ryan. I managed to get a few punches here and there, but he was too strong. To be honest…I was scared that I was gonna die.”

Blitz- “Yeah, he really was strong and brutal from the looks from all the injures he gave you…But all that matters is you’re safe now and that bastard won’t come near you, my sister, or anybody else while I’m around and that’s a promise I’m willing to keep. Now I know there’s more than just Sophie that I need to look after and care about. I mean you guys are important to me and Sophie.”

Angel – “Aww thank you Blitzy-Que. *smirking* you know, it would have been cute if you dressed up as a nurse to take care of me. Then I would have called you Nurse Blitzy-Que!”

Blitz then had an angry/annoyed look on his face and his left eye twitched a bit at the “Nurse Blitzy-Que” comment. But he knew he had to keep his inner feeling of punching Angel in the head due to him being badly hurt.

Blitz – “Mmm…! You’re lucky you’re getting a long rest to recover because I would’ve hurt you right now.”

Angel – *chuckled* “But seriously thank you for saving me. I was honestly surprised that you would”

Blitz –*softly smirks* “And I’ll do it again if anything like that happens once more. Besides, I would never, ever leave you hanging like that.”

Angel - *smiles* “Thank you. Ummm…Do you mind staying with me until I get better?”

Blitz – “Of course I will. Besides, I trust Charlie and the others to take care of Sophie for a few days.”

Charlie – “We will take good care of her. And will visit you Angel.”

Angel smiled and did a yawn.

Angel – “I don’t know what kind of drugs they put in me, but it is making me tired.”

Blitz – “Blitz good, because resting is an important part of recovery.”

Vaggie – “Maybe we should leave these two alone. We will see you in the hotel in a few days.”

Sophie – “See you tomorrow!”

Sophie gave her brother a hug and left with the girls to go back home. Then Angel fell asleep while Blitz went to the bathroom. Blitz went back to the room and Angel was still asleep. Blitz slowly walked up to Angel and couldn’t believe the injures he got: his head was wrapped in gauze bandage since he has a concussion, his first left arm was broken and put in a cast, the rest of his arms and cut up and bruises so they were wrapped in bandages. Angel got a bandaged on his cheek, his chest and ribs were bruised so that was wrapped up as well, and his legs was cut up and bruised so it was also bandages up.

Blitz gently put his hand over’s Angel’s hand another hand on Angel’s cheek. He was being careful that he didn’t touch any of Angel’s injures and didn’t want to wake him up. It was hard to believe that a tough demon Angel, and badly hurt and now in the hospital to recover. Even some of the cuts was bad to the point that Angel needed stitches. Blitz held back the tears because the most important thing was Angel was alive and was safe.

Blitz – “Don’t worry Angel…I’ll make sure to keep you safe from that Evil Eye Bastard. That a promise I’m keeping for sure.”

Blitz make sure no one was looking especially in the hallway. He gently kissed Angel on the lips.

Blitz – *whispers* “Recover soon Angel.”

Blitz sat down on the chair and began to take a nap too and stood by Angel’s side as he requested. Now have a new mission: Protecting his new family from Ryan and making sure he keeps his promise to protect them.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

COTW - 24? Eren's date with court

Having Floch come to see them on the 5th, Eren was nervous about the 6th. He was supposed to take the stand again, and it seemed like the man was pinning all his hopes on him. The only problem was that being on bedrest with an adventurous toddler wasn't quite happening. Viren didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to jump on the bed or why Eren wasn't allowed to come and play with him and Anna. Anna didn't understand it either, but she was much more reasonable than Viren. Hanji had told her she had to be gentle with him, so he'd been stuck "gently" playing dolls with the girl, while Viren wasn't impressed. Everything Eren did, was closely monitored by Levi. Bathroom trips, sponge baths, changing clothes and even rolling over in bed, Levi was there. Taking the stand would be the first time that Eren would be allowed some space to breathe, and unlike before, Floch wanted him to give his statement in three parts, rather than a series of statements. Like it made any real difference, no matter how "nicely" Floch tried to word it. Nick's lawyers still weren't done with him, and had scheduled to call back to the stand towards the end of the month. It was naive, but he'd prayed the trial would all be over by now... yet, apparently they were still questioning witnesses... a majority, Floch had a feeling, had been paid off. * Unable to get comfortable or sleep, Eren had crept out of their bedroom while Levi was sleeping. He couldn't take the constant pressure on his hips and lower back... and he was sick of feeling useless. His stitches were mostly kind of healed, or enough that he felt like he could sneeze without risking everything busting out. Which surely had to mean the stitches inside of him were the same. He was only on rest really to prevent any amniotic fluid leaks given they'd had to go through the sack to reach the pup. Stealing a proper shower, unaided and alone, he felt more human coming out of it than he had since before the surgery. He hated the feel of dirt against his skin, or the feeling of his being thick and oily. Even after drying and blow drying his hair, he still had time to do his make up and make a start on breakfast with Viren, before Levi came rushing out "You're not supposed to be on your feet!" Marching into the kitchen, Levi took the fry pan off the stove top, scaring Viren as he slammed it down on the counter "Levi..." "You're supposed to be resting. Do you want to go into labour?!" "Levi..." "I can't have... not today..." Despite his heart racing from Levi being so angry, he knew his alpha was only angry because he was scared "Ok... ok, I'm sorry. I wasn't comfortable in bed, so I got up. I've been taking it easy. I know you're worried, but I feel alright" He still felt like shit over the pup, and it stung to know Levi thought he'd intentionally place their child in danger after all he went through to keep them alive. Biting his lip, he felt Viren taking his hand "Mummy?" "It's ok, baby. Daddy isn't really mad. Let's go sit on the sofa and watch 'toons" Rubbing his face, Levi sighed. Reaching out, Eren flinched away. Levi's scent was still too angry for him to handle. Without being able to distract himself from the trial with trivial things, it was flooding back into his mind "I'm sorry. It's just... everything is place to keep you safe. The last thing we need is the pup making an early appearance" "Don't you think I know that? My stitches are mostly healed and you're going to stick me in that stupid wheelchair today. I hurt from sitting all the time. I want to be on my feet, even if it's to just walk a little... making breakfast isn't going to send me into labour, but fighting with you over everything just might" Leading Viren out the kitchen, and to the sofa, Titan rose long enough for them to settle, before climbing into Viren's lap so he could place his paws on Eren's stomach. Titan had been super affectionate with all of them since their return. Patting Titan, Viren looked up to him "That's right, be careful with Titan" "He's heavy and furry!" "He is. He's also mummy's best friend" "You can have a cat for a friend?" "Yep. He's very special to me, just like you're very special to me" "Eren, he better not be on your stomach!" Stupid Levi... "He's not. He's in Viren's lap. If you're going to make breakfast, hurry up and make it!" "Mum, did dad do something wrong?" "No, baby. Mummy and daddy aren't fighting. Daddy is just super worried about mummy's tummy" "Mummy's tummy is big!" Wasn't that the truth. 30 weeks and he looked every single bit of it. Nothing fitted anymore, even the shirt of Mike's he was wearing was stretched to breaking point. He really needed new clothes, but the trial came first... or maybe he could just get his own back at Levi and stop wearing shirts at home. From the way he'd wake with Levi poking him in the arse, his alpha was struggling like hell with his desires. Sucked to be him... Eren was struggling with his own horniness, but he could "enjoy" his body, while Levi had to watch and wait. After all, they didn't tell him he couldn't jerk off, and with all that pressure on his arse, these things were bound to happen "Mummy, will my tummy get all big like that?" "No baby. You're so much like your father, I'm expecting you to be a little alpha like him" "I'm not little!" Eren sighed. Levi's input wasn't helping "Not everyone can get pregnant baby... some guys can and some girls can. But your tummy isn't going to get all big like this" "It looks funny" "It does, doesn't it. Here, give me your hand" Moving Titan's paws out the way, Eren placed Viren hand on his swell, where one of the pups were kicking. Letting out a shrieking laugh, Viren jerked his hand back "That feels funny!" "That's your little brother, or sister... in a couple of months, you're going to be a big brother" "What if I don't want to be a brother?" "It doesn't quite work like that. But I promise, mummy and daddy are going to love you just as much. No matter what baby" "It's not a girl is it? I don't want a girl" "Mummy and daddy don't know yet..." "But it's in you" "Really? I hadn't noticed. Why don't you keep patting Titan? He really likes being patted softly" "Do you like being patted softly?" Eren snorted "Yeah, baby. Daddy gives the best belly rubs" "He likes your tummy!" "He does. And when you're an adult, you'll understand all about it... but not before you're 30" "That's soooooo old" "How old do you think mummy is?" Viren hummed "12!" "And daddy?" "15!" Oh god... his son was way too fucking cute, though a little alarming over how young he was making them "And how old are you?" "Ummmm... this many" Holding up four fingers, his son gave him a toothy grin "Not quite. You're this many, baby" Pushing down Viren's little finger, Eren nodded "Yep. My little big man is 3" "Three!" "And how old is kitty?!" "I don't know, you'll have to ask daddy!" Viren climbed off the sofa, to run into the kitchen to ask Levi all about how old Titan in. In his haste, Titan was dislodged from his lap, the tom jumping onto Eren's belly in annoyance. Scratching his chin lovingly, he whispered to Titan "If you don't tell, I won't. I love you, handsome man" * Forced into the loathsome wheelchair, Eren hated it. Arriving after the start of the trial was organised by Floch, with two of his team members acting as Eren's guards. With the piece of shit known as Nick, already inside the courtroom, he wasn't in danger of being pushing down again, though he was in danger of yelling if people didn't stop fussing. Mike was there to monitor him, with the medic, before taking the stand, while Hanji had taken Viren to the natural history museum with Anna. He hated disrupting everyone's life over his past. He'd tried so hard to keep them all out of it, yet there they all were, dragged into another one of his messes. Allowed some decency, he was permitted to walk into the courtroom. Mike would be waiting behind the scene on the off-chance something went wrong while he gave evidence. The man a little concerned at about his high blood pressure, but as there hadn't been any fluid loss, Eren wasn't as concerned. Stepping into the room, everything was too quiet for his liking. Nick looked disgustingly pleased to see him... a sentiment Eren couldn't echo. Taking his oath, he could tell more than a few people were surprised to hear him speak, though the translator was on hand incase his voice decided to desert him again. Sitting in the hard wooden chair, his back complained at the lack of comfort. Whatever Floch had planned, it better be worth all of this. Smiling at him, Floch's lawyer tried to be friendly... tried being the key word. The man talking to him softly as if he was going to break if he raised his voice too loud "Hello Eren, it's nice to see you've recovered. I want to ask you some simple questions today, is that alright?" "Y-yes" "Excellent. Now Eren, Nick's team hasn't really explored your life, so today, I want you to tell us a little more" Nick's lawyers automatically objected, because "it has nothing to do with the current case". Arguing that it spoke to Eren's state of mind and relationship to his father, it was surprisingly allowed "So Eren, let's start with the basics shall we? How old were you, when you presented as an omega?" "I was 8" Floch hadn't told him much about what to expect from his legal team, only to go with it "You were 8 years old when you presented. That's awfully young... and just for the sake of memory, how old are you now?" "I'm 24. 25 at the end of the month" "So you've been an omega for 16 years. How long did it take for you to become accustomed to your secondary dynamic?" "I... don't think I ever really have..." "So you've never felt comfortable in your own skin?" "No... it was worse before I met my alpha. But society isn't that great with its treatment of omegas" "Like with your foster home placements. Eren, could you tell us how you ended up on foster care?" Ooooh... so... nope. He still wasn't sure where this was going "After my mum died, my father changed..." "Sorry to interrupt, but your mother dying, can you tell us a little more about that?" "My dad shot my mum in front of me when I was 10... in the kitchen of our old house. I was knocked unconscious by him. After that night, he became abusive. He's regularly beat me and abuse me for being an omega. He broke my arm and abandoned me... after that, he disappeared and I was placed into foster care" He hadn't even been on the stand for 10 minutes and he was tearing up... "And you had no idea he was alive?" "No... they said they'd tried to find him, but instead they found Zeke" "For clarification, Zeke was?" "My older half brother. He took me in when I was 17" "And we'll get to that. Eren, can you tell me what happened in foster care? In particular what happened in that last house?" "I couldn't forget, even if I tried... I was passed from family to family as... as I'd presented so young and no one wanted the hassle of a young omega in heat, near their children. The last house I was in... was the worst. At first I thought it was something I'd done. Something I deserved... I did everything for them. Because I'd been moved around so much, no one came to check on me. I'd already stopped going to school after my mother died, and I was, am, an omega. They'd found a home that hadn't sent me back, and that was that" Shit... he was starting to panic. Scratching at his leg through his jeans, he wanted to tear into his own skin "Eren, it's alright. You're doing great. You said you did everything. Can you elaborate on that for me?" "I cooked and cleaned... and was... was the entertainment. They kept me gagged and bounded so I could do things, but couldn't complain. As I got older... they um... started using me for more than just entertainment. They wouldn't knot me, but everything else was ok to them... sometimes they got carried away, but they directed most of it at my stomach, so even if they did get carried away... nothing could have survived" "So they raped you?" Rape was such a harsh word... a word he really hadn't understood until Levi explained everything to him and helped him understand that things done to him hadn't been his fault "Y-yes... I thought it was all my fault. That I deserved it for being an omega... but one night they were talking. They knew... they knew who my father was... they were doing everything to me, because of who he was and what he'd done" "They knew who you were?" "Yes... they... they kept me in the basement... that's where they found me. They... they made me eat and drink from bowls like a dog. I slept on thin blankets that were always wet and cold... when it'd rain, the basement would flood... and there were rats" Nick's lawyers objected again, and this time Floch's lawyer was told to make his point already. Shaking like a leaf, Eren really wanted things to come to an end soon. Levi had healed so many wounds, but now those wounds were being picked open again. It didn't matter if he objected anyway... Eren was getting it now. Floch was making him more human for the jury, by exposing how bad omegas were treated by society "I'm sorry Eren. You're doing so well, but we don't want to put any pressure on you or your pregnancy. I understand you had a slight fall and complications?" "I was pushed down the steps of the courthouse" "Ah. I'm sorry to hear that. I know you're anxious to get off the stand, so can I ask that you tell us what came next? What happened once you were taken from that house? Then you can take a break" "After... after I was found, I was in hospital. My skin had grown over the plastic restraints around my ankles. My body hadn't grown right from being constantly restrained. I was underweight, covered in sores and bites that were infected... my teeth grew funny because of the gag and I nearly died... I had to have surgery, but I couldn't speak. Someone had reported the family to social services and the police... about two months after I was brought in, I met my older brother"

[khiphopsh-it-blog]

Red Soul (M) I // Simon Dominic

Masterlist

This will be a series/on-going story so please enjoy and share!

Rating:Angst (for this chapter)

This story will contain graphic words, smut, violence, and etc. Basically bad things that you shouldn’t do in life!

Once again, Enjoy!

“___, please just come party with us tonight!” Your bestfriend Jada whined.

Tonight was girls night out and your friends really wanted you to come. But unfortunately, you have to work to pay off your college fees.

“No, Jada! I don’t want to get drunk tonight and plus I have work. So that’s a double no,”

She sighed in defeat, “Please just come and party with us. Yes you have to work but you’re also not a slave,”

Glaring at her, you opened your mouth to speak but got cut off. “You know what, alright! Fine! Don’t come party with us. Just be a complete old lady with cats for the rest of your life.”

“Haha” You laughed sarcastically, “If me being a waitress doesn’t work then I’ll become a sugar baby. Trust me.”

“Ew. You’re gonna be with old men.” Jada made a throwing up gesture, “Sick.”

“Not all of them are that old. Now get out of my house.”

“Okay, Y/N. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you about our fun night because I know you’d wanna know. Love you.” Jada laughed while walking out of your small apartment.

“Ugh.” You sighed while getting up to shower.

Working and going to school was so hard. Your schedule wasn’t filled but you always have to study and work. Coming from a non wealthy family was hard. Your mom supported you 100% and had gotten you into a program that helped you pay for college but not fully. You didn’t want to take out a loan because well it’ll mess up your credit if you didn’t pay it back and you didn’t want that to happen. Getting a sugar daddy is literally next on the list for you.

You cut on the shower water and waited for it to get warm enough for you to get in. Stripping out of your sweats, tank top, and underwear to hop into the shower.

Allowing the water to hit your tense body, you sighed deeply. All of the tension that was in you was slowly leaving one by one. You didn’t want to get too relaxed because you’d probably end up falling asleep and then missing work.. Then bam, you’re fired the next day.

Fifteen minutes passed and you decided to hop out of the shower. Sense you’re in your own home, you can walk around the house naked whenever you please.

You walked to your bedroom and dried off with a clean towel and looked for some underwear and a bra. After you found your underwear and things, you threw on your work outfit and walked to your vanity to fix your hair and do some slight makeup.

After doing finishing up your hair, and applying falsies, you headed to your living room to put on your shoes and walked out the house.

You were greeted to the setting sun and fresh spring air. Even though the weather was nice, you wasn’t feeling good. Yes, you liked your job. No, you didn’t like how they had you working. The location of the restaurant was great but your pay of course isn’t. Walking down the complex steps, you made your way to work. If you was feeling very lazy then you would’ve caught the bus but it isn’t that far away from your home so you just decided to walk.

“Hey, ___ are you ready for tonight?” Your manager asks you.

“I’m always ready. Nothing’s new.” You shrugged. He always ask you stupid questions like that. It’s really nothing special about the job.

“I was just making sure, y’know. Don’t wanna send you out there too stressed for tonight. See ya!” He said while walking out of the restaurant kitchen.

You glared at him until his presence was gone. you hate it when your manager says stupid things like that, it messes with you.

You threw on you waist apron and grabbed your mini notebook and pin and walked out the kitchen into the main area. The restaurant was getting full since it was the evening and Friday. It’s always packed around this time.

Glancing around you catch eyes with a man. A handsome one at that. He calls you over so you can take his order and you’ve never walked so fast in your life.

“Hello welcome to Canil’s, shall I start you off with a drink or are you ready to order?” You asked professionally despite your post attitude

He just smiled, “I guess that’s a no?” You added.

“Oh no, you can start me off with a drink. My friends isn’t here yet.” His voice is gorgeous,

”you can bring me a ice water and also some red pepper hummus with pita crackers.” You wrote down every word he said and smiled at him, “I’ll be back shortly.”

Hurrying back to give his order to the chef, he began to prepare fresh red pepper hummus. You grabbed a glass cup and went over to the refreshments to give him ice and some a good amount of fresh water.

You walked out of the kitchen to take him his drink only to be greeted to a girl. She looked mad but for all we know it could be her natural look. “Excuse me, here’s the ice water he asked for.”

She stared at you awaiting for you to put it down, “The hummus will be done in fifteen minutes or less.” You smiled and then walked away.

“Was that his girlfriend” you thought to yourself. You were planning on getting to know him much more but probably not anymore.

40 minutes passed and the restaurant was filled to the rim. You was very very busy tonight. The guy you met had a group of friends come in. They all were wearing black so you automatically thought they were meeting for business, which they wasn’t.

Getting called to different tables was nerve wracking and a pain in the ass, you couldn’t wait until your shift was over. “Y/N!”your manager called you from around the corner. While rolling your eyes, you turned around and began to make your way towards him.

“Yes?”

He smiled at you, “How’s your night going?”

“Better than ever I guess.” You sighed, tonight was the most exhausting night.

“If you want to go home early just tell me. You’re working yourself up.”

This is the first time you liked him as your manager. He never suggested for you to go home early. “Alright, boss. Thanks.” And then you walked away.

Going to the kitchen counter to grab table 012 orders and to take it to them. After you took them their plates and telling them to enjoy, you started looking around only to be greeted by the empty that the guy and his friends were sitting in. A wave of sadness washed over you. You don’t even know why you’re sad, you don’t even know the guy.

“Hey boss.” You called out, walking towards him, “I’m clocking out. Stomach’s hurting really bad.”

He just nodded his head and told you to feel better. After clocking out and putting your work items up, you headed for the exit. The cool night breeze felt so refreshing to the point to where you decided to walk home from work and not catch the bus.

You were only two minutes into walking home and you’ve already got cat called three times by thirsty perverts. They asked if you wanted a ride or if you wanted to have some fun tonight but you kindly declined.

“It’s fucking cold out here.” You thought to yourself. Yes you just said the weather was refreshing but that was when you exited from a hot predicament to a cool one.

Stopping at a stop walk, you spotted a group of people, a big one at that, standing across the street hanging out by a big brick wall that blocks a convenient spot. Oh how you hated walking pass groups of people.

The walking sign finally turned into a green walking logo and you started to walk across the street “You got this, Y/N. You got this.” you said to yourself.

When the group of people saw you crossing the street, they all stared at you. Of course you had to be the one to stare back at all of them.

“What is she staring at?” You heard a girl say to another,

“I don’t know but she better chill and watch it.” Another replied.

“Excuse me?” You asked in a quite harsh way

“Calm your tone.” One said

“Isn’t this the girl that served us?” The other joined in

“Yeah, the one that was practically drooling over Simon.” One lastly said

“Me? No I think you guys have me mixed up with someone else. Now please move out of my way. I really have to get home.”

“There’s a nicer way to say it.” One of the girls harshly said,

“Oh yeah, there is. Okay um, get the fuck out of my way so I can get home. Thanks.” You were fed up with their bullshit. What the hell are they even messing with you for?

Walking away besides them, they watched you disappear into the darkness before starting back their conversation. “Wonjae, I want you to follow her home. Keep us updated on her.” Hoody stated, “I have something in mind.”

Waking up to a bright sun beaming through your window and the cool AC blasting, you kicked your legs to the side of the bed and sat up. Glancing at the clock, it read ‘1:50 PM’ you really wasn’t a morning person.

Standing up, you made your way to the main area, only to be greeted to a complete mess. Your kitchen cabinets were all open, family pictures knocked down, glass everywhere, and your TV was knocked down as well.

“What the hell?” You said to yourself. How could you not hear any of this when you were sleeping? Staring around more, you realized that your door was slightly open and your security alarm was off.

Rushing to your phone, you dialed your emergency services number. No one stole anything but you felt as if this wasn’t right nor safe.

“You don’t remember anything?” The investigator asked. Currently, your house was being checked and you were being questioned,

You sighed, “No. I can’t remember anything because I was asleep.”

“Was there anyone that you engaged with before this incident happened?” She asked, writing into her notebook,

“Um.” You had to think, who did you run into last night again? Shit, you don’t remember. “No one. I didn’t engage with anyone last night.”

“Well that’s all I have to ask you for today. We’ll keep you updated on the information we find. As of now, the investigation is still in progress.”

“You guys didn’t find any fingerprints?” You questioned

“No ma’am. We didn’t find anything.”

“Are you serious? You guys didn’t find not one bit of evidence? I’m not safe!”

“I’m sorry that we didn’t find anything but the people that did break into your house are most likely professionals. If anything else happens, call the police. It was nice chatting with you.” And with that being said, she walked away.

You sat there dumbfounded. How could you not hear any of this when it occurred? But also, who did it? You didn’t cause any problems with anyone.

[wigglywormy]

A Day Off [submission]

I finished this fic WAY FASTER than I thought I would lmao. Also hi it’s me again 8) 

Ok so Lee! Kirishima is literally the cutest fucking thing I’m talking like my heart explodes at the thought of it. As much as I love Lee! Bakugo This is just such a cute idea. I love thinking about how much Kirishima loves to laugh and how he rlly likes tickling in general and he just has so much fun with this omg. And his underarms being his most ticklISH SPOT??? YEEEEES. Here u go enjoy ily so much

worms notes: IM CRyING ILY DUDE this was such a gift to wake up to omg. please never stop submitting me fics i love them so much ur such a good writer !!! kirishima is so fucking cute i love this………… so much………. <3333

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Finally, a day off. Heroes in training hardly ever get a chance to rest, but the pro heroes are having a planning-day, which gives their students a full day to do whatever they’d like. Some chose to study, or work out, or practice their abilities as much as possible. But for two specific boys, they decided to spend their day in their dorm room, playing video games. 

Actually, it was Kirishima’s idea to stay home and do nothing. Bakugo seemed highly irritated to be cooped up inside. The two sat on the floor, in front of Kirishima’s small T.V. Bakugo picked at a thread coming off of his sock, grumbling to the other. 

“We should really be brushing up on our hero work. Instead of doing this dumb shit.” Kirishima grunted as he lost another round on Street Fighter II. He set the controller on the ground and cracked his knuckles, chuckling a little. 

“C’mon, Bakugo. It’s a day off! We should really enjoy it while we can.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes somewhat, looking away from his boyfriend. 

“The number one hero never gets a day off. That’s why we should stay focused.”

Another round started up, and Kirishima got sucked back into the game. But after a moment, he spoke. 

“Look, Bakugo. I completely understand. But you’re already such an impressive guy; I really don’t think just one day off will hurt you.”

Bakugo was used to complements, not that they inflated his ego or anything. Not anymore, at least. He was silent for a minute, before shrugging. 

“It’s just not in my interest to sit around. If you wanna waste the day, go ahead. I’m gonna go for a run or somethin’.”

He began to stand up. Kirishima paused the game and watched the other. 

“C’mon, Bakugo. Grab the other controller! I’ll be happy to beat you to a pulp in a safe way, this time.”

The blonde scoffed. “I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Kirishima teased, a toothy grin blooming across his face. “I’ve been playing this game since I was a little kid. I’m a master at it.”

“You’re not master of anything.” Bakugo replied, reaching down to slip on his running shoes. Kirishima stood, stretching his spine out a little. 

“Sure I am. You just haven’t given me a proper chance to prove myself yet.”  What’s his deal? Was he trying to piss him off? Because it seemed to be working. Bakugo’s eye twitched slightly. 

“So the sports festival wasn’t enough of a chance?”

Kirishima frowned. “I’ve practiced a lot since then. C’mon, give me another shot.” 

“Right now?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “You really want to fight, right now?” Kirishima grinned, shrugging a little. “Sure, why not?” He put up his dukes, giggling. His pure happiness got on Bakugo’s nerves. “In here seems like a terrible idea.” 

“But if we go outside, people will see you get your butt kicked by me.”  Bakugo’s blood boiled a little. 

“You’re starting to piss me off, you know.” 

“Aw, relax, Bakugo. I’m just messin’ around. Besides, with a weakness as big as yours, it’s easy to take you down.” 

Bakugo froze a little at the word weakness. He turned towards the door, about to forget all this nonsense and just leave, but now he wanted to prove Kirishima wrong more than anything. He sighed, kicking his shoes aside. 

“What’ya mean, weakness?” 

Kirishima’s smile turned devilish. “Dude, you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met.” 

Bakugo scoffed again. “That’s not a weakness,” He began, before swallowing thickly at the realization Kirishima was right. He shook his head. 

“Look, I already said I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.” Bakugo replied, beginning to pick up his running shoes again. Kirishima decided he had enough of his grumpy attitude, and snuck up behind him. His fleeting fingers dashed into Bakugo’s sides, tickling him mercilessly. 

“Jeez, Bakugo. You should really take my advice and relax for once.”  Bakugo instantly jerked against Kirishima’s touch, forcing a yelp down his throat. But he couldn’t stop the tumbling barrel of laughter that followed suit. His laughter was sudden and loud; it even surprised him. One hand slapped across his mouth, shrouding his giant smile, and the other hand angrily pushed at Kirishima’s tickling fingers. The two stumbled back, and Kirishima put one leg between Bakugo’s, attempting to bring him down to the floor. 

“See? It hardly took anything to get you laughin’ like this!” Kirishima teased, his fingers making their way to Bakugo’s middle, scribbling at his heaving stomach. His abs were pulled taught, making the tickling sensation even worse. Bakugo sucked in as much air as possible, his palms sizzling against Kirishima’s touch. 

“S-Stop it — Y-You fuck!” Bakugo begged,  struggling to get out of Kirishima’s grasp. But his hold was as strong as ever. 

“Maybe if you admit you’re ticklish, I might consider it.” Kirishima chuckled in Bakugo’s ear, kneading into Bakugo’s ribs again, as the blonde finally doubled over, desperately kicking his boyfriend. This always happens. They’ll be having a normal day, with nothing out of the ordinary. Bakugo would actually be in a calm mood, but Kirishima would do something stupid or annoying that would piss him off. As soon as he shows any kind of irritation, Kirishima would tickle him and say he needs to relax. No matter how hard he tried, Bakugo was simply too ticklish for his own good and always found himself in a pile of laughter. He always had been ticklish, and luckily no one found out until now. Now he can’t escape his own weakness even for a second. That thought alone really switched him into high gear. It was time for some serious payback. 

With a small surge of energy, and a little stroke of luck, Bakugo gripped Kirishima’s leg, squeezing his knee. 

Kirishima stumbled a little, snickering. “C-Cut that out, it–!” He giggled, “It tickles!”

His knees buckled, and the two tumbled to the floor. Kirishima finally released his grip on Bakugo’s sides, and the blonde didn’t hesitate to mount the other, straddling his hips. Kirishima was taken aback, but still smiling. 

“I like where this is going~.” He teased, but Bakugo wasn’t having it. He grabbed Kirishima’s wrists and pinned them above his head, panting. 

“I’m really sick of your shit, Kirishima.” He breathed, “Tell me your weak spots so I can fuck you up.”

Kirishima felt his face grow hot, but he knew better than to back down from a fight. Especially a fight with Bakugo. 

“Why don’t you find out yourself? It wouldn’t be a fair fight if I just handed you the answer, right?” 

Bakugo’s grip on Kirishima’s wrists grew tighter. Shuddering at the ghostly feeling of Kirishima’s tickly fingers attacking his ribs. Finding out sounded good. It sounded really good. He never really tickled anyone before, let alone someone who was willingly allowing it to happen. It pissed him off. His large hand hovered over Kirishima’s middle; the red-haired boy was wearing a skin-tight, cotton T-shirt. It left him wide open. Bakugo couldn’t decide where to start. He wished he knew Kirishima’s worst spot already, so he could really get a taste of his own medicine. He only hoped he was as ticklish as he was. Kirishima watched closely, his sides already tingling with anticipation. Each time Bakugo’s hand got close, he squirmed a little. At one point, His hand got dangerously close, and he started giggling. 

“Q-Quit teasing!” he pleaded, his cheeks still red. He knew not to activate his hardening quirk, which would be difficult, but he was all about fairness. 

“You’re laughing already and I haven’t even touched you.” Bakugo bit into his lower lip, trying to hide his evil smile. He was actually having fun with this. Finally, his fingers dug into Kirishima’s side, feeling for any ribs that he could wiggle in between. Kirishima yelped a little, trying to worm away from his touch. He giggled, but nothing too loud. So he wasn’t as ticklish as Bakugo was.

Bakugo found himself to be a little disappointed, so he upped the tempo a little. He really dug around, moving lower, curious as to if his hips were ticklish at all. Finally, Kirishima actually began to laugh, struggling a little more. 

“Aha- ah, shit!” Kirishima breathed, wiggling beneath the other. It was a good spot, but nothing special. Bakugo switched hands, and began to tickle his other side. Kirishima laughed harder, beginning to wheeze a little. 

“No-!” He almost whispered, especially as Bakugo got a little too close to his worst tickle spot. Bakugo seemed to be in deep concentration, eager to find where the hell his spot was. It wasn’t fair, for Kirishima to have a specific spot, but for him to be outrageously ticklish on every square inch of his body. That thought alone pissed him off again. 

“Ugh, c’mon! Where’s that fucking spot?” He growled, wishing he had both of his hands to explore faster. 

Kirishima lifted his head a little, pushing against Bakugo’s touch. 

“J-Just give up, dude,” He snickered as Bakugo pushed his thumb into the hollow of his hip. “Just admit I won!” 

“Die.” Bakugo spat, tickling up Kirishima’s sides again. His fingers crawled into the fold of Kirishima’s arm, and he found something wonderful. Kirishima threw his head back, nearly screeching. Bakugo tried not to look excited, as he clawed against his underarm. Kirishima bucked, his laughter roaring. 

“NO, NO NO!” He begged, kicking his leg against the floor as hard as he could. That was absolute worst spot. He found it. He was going to die. 

Knowing this was going to bring him success, Bakugo finally let go of Kirishima’s wrists, and shoved both his hands under Kirishima’s arms. The poor red-haired boy was laughing so hard, he merely wheezed and weakly squirmed away from Bakugo’s touch. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.

“F-Fuck, stop-!” Kirishima pleaded, pounding his fist against the floor. It was so difficult not to harden himself. He pressed his arms against his sides, bucking again as his laughter nearly shook the walls. Bakugo had a full-on smile at this point, as devilish as ever. 

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Bakugo actually teased, jabbing his fingers quickly right above Kirishima’s rib cage. The other was practically crying at this point; he could hardly breathe, let alone talk. After a few more moments of basking in this beautiful scene, Bakugo stopped. 

Kirishima coughed, catching his breath quickly. “Th-That’s…” He began. Bakugo cracked his knuckles, impatiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. Finally

Kirishima beamed up at Bakugo. “That’s all you’ve got?” 

Bakugo seemed surprised. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right? I could’ve killed you.” 

Kirishima shrugged. “I mean, I did say I was going to beat you in a fight one day, right?”

“Not this kind of fight.” 

“We never mentioned what kind. So yeah, this kind of fight.” 

Bakugo at least had the advantage of knowing where his most ticklish spot was. But he had a feeling Kirishima would do something stupid and he’d end up being the one heaving on the floor. But this was also at least satisfying his thirst for revenge. “Suit yourself.” He mumbled, before pinning one arm above Kirishima’s head, and tickling full-force against his underarm again. Within milliseconds, Kirishima was howling, enjoying every second of the sensation. His closeness with Bakugo felt stronger than ever, and so did his grip. He decided a little more time for Bakugo to soak up his feeling of success wouldn’t hurt. After all, the smile on his face was pure enough to cure diseases. His lungs felt like collapsing, and it almost felt like he was going into some kind of subspace whenever he squeezed his eyes shut and laughed with all his might; he saw stars and sparks off light, uncontrollably twisting his body away as much as possible with no means of escaping. 

In a word, his day off couldn’t have been more perfect.

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Vitae & Mortem

Dystopian AU - Read previous chapters

Part Five

4:44AM I awoke with the book I’d stolen from the reading centre Harry had taken me to gripped to my chest, words of hope and theories and doubt sinking into my skin and erupting hope in parts of me where I thought all hope had died. Harry was no longer beside me.

His lack of presence was making me feel so cold, I was convinced I had woken as soon as he left my side. Not having him there was suddenly a shock to the system. It was hard to judge exactly how many days had passed, but I knew that I had now spent a few nights in his arms, somehow making the cold streets seem considerably warmer. I was glad that he was still in sight when my eyes bolted open, a shock to the system that he was no longer keeping me warm, but I wasn’t sure I liked the sight. He was crouched, peeping around the corner of a tall brick building, completely still, completely silent. I approached him, staying low too, concerned about what it was he was watching. He panicked when I touched him, turning to face me with fear in his eyes, and fist gripped tight and held high, ready to crash down on me, until he realised who I was. “Shit.” He gasped as quietly as he could. “Fuck. Sorry.” “S’okay.” I shuddered, slightly terrified of how angry and scary he had looked in his moment of fear. “No, I’m sorry. I’m on edge.” “Why?” I nodded his head to the side and then turned back to look at what he’d seen, and I followed swiftly, glaring over his shoulder and down the street. There were three Krows, each one of them with their masks lifted, smoking cigarettes. And there was another, clearly the leader of the lot of them, wearing a trench-coat, and a gun clenched in his hand that was so large it didn’t even look real. But it was when my eyes dropped to what was on the floor ahead of him, that I understood why Harry was so fixated. There was a dead boy on the floor by his feet, his blood seeping out in into the streets and glistening in the low moonlight. He can’t have been much younger than me and Harry were, but he was definitely a Lost Child. I placed my hand against my mouth, trying not to cry because it felt as though I’d been nothing but weak for so long. I’d been trying to keep my strength, but it wasn’t happening. “Shh, Jax.” Harry whispered so quietly I could only just hear him. “Stay calm.” “Okay. Okay. I’m- Okay.” We continued to watch in silence, and for a while they didn’t make a sound, completely unfazed by the dead boy ahead of them. They just smoked, and stared, and seemed entirely complacent about the whole thing. It felt like a lifetime before one of them threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out before slamming his mask back down. “Thought you didn’t kill ‘em?” He mocked, the man in the coat whipping his head to them. “Killed less of the scum than you have.” He growled. “What did he do?” “I put him out of his misery. I did him a favour.” “Bullshit. You killed him out of cold blood.” “If you accuse me of that again, I’ll kill you out of cold blood. You understand that?” That shut the other one up pretty quickly, and I could practically feel anger radiating off Harry. It was boiling and blistering my skin. “Harry-” “Jax, shut up!” He glared over his shoulder for just a moment before he turned back and became immersed in the action once more. I could feel something going on inside my entire body, something that was making me so uncomfortable that my skin was crawling. It wasn’t just being so close to the Krows, it wasn’t just the boy on the floor, his blood surrounding his body as though he way asleep atop red velvet sheets. It was something else. Something telling me that things weren’t going to end well. “When I got here, he was bleeding out,” The man eventually continued when he knew he had the upper hand. “We’d been watching him. Clever kid. Had a lot of essentials that helped him. Sleeping-bag. Pills. I’m guessing another kid came and took it all from him, with force. He has a stab-wound. Check for yourself if you don’t believe me.” “I’m alright, thanks.” “I didn’t think so. Now can you all tell me what you’re doing round here anyway? This isn’t your area to be searching.” “Saw some security footage.” Another spoke. “We think she’s in the area.” “Who?” “Jax.” Even though I’d been aware that they knew of me, and they were looking for me, hearing one them actually say my name made me feel sick to the core. I felt like there may as well have been a constant spotlight above my head, guiding them all to my exact location. I was so thankful that Harry had woken to them, because they were only meters away from us. If we had slept through, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that they would have found us. Maybe they still would. And yet neither of us moved. We should have been running in the opposite direction, long before we even heard my name, but we were perfectly still. We just continued watching them. “Then the Krows who work this area will find her.” “But-” “You’re given areas to work for a reason. Your area is unmarked now. What if she moved there?” “Then that’s our loss.” “You’re not fucking kidding.” I then felt Harry’s anger bubble over and become this burst of energy, and he totally lost control of himself. I’d never even seen him like that before. “I’ll fucking kill them!” He tried to leap forward, more than willing to attack a group of men who he didn’t stand a chance against. His rage was clouded by stupidity. I grabbed at his jacket, showing a strength that I didn’t even know I possessed as I pulled him back towards me and then shoved his back against the wall, pinning him into place my burying the palms of my hands beside his shoulders. The veins of his neck were protruding through his skin, olive eyes glimmering through fear and tears, his teeth clenched. It seemed meeting one another had both sent us to this place where we could snap easily. We were no longer just trying to battle our way through our lives, but we were trying to change them, trying to make a difference even though we didn’t know how to. In a way, we were now fighting for each other. And we were angry. “You let go of me!” He scowled, pushing forward, but I only pushed back harder. “I can’t let you do that! They will kill you!” “I’ll fucking scream if you don’t move!” “Harry, I can’t watch you die!” I hissed back at him, worrying over our tones but needing to be clear with him. “If you go over there, he will shoot you before you’ve even got near to them.” “Let me go!” “I am with you, Harry. I will fight with you and I will help you, but I am not letting you do this. We have to run away from this. Now.” “I want to fucking kill them.” “Think about what ya doing.” I instructed, feeling that he was no longer pushing back against me, easing a little. “Just stop for a second, and think. Please.” His nostrils flared as he forced himself to calm down, tears bubbling in his eyes but I knew he wouldn’t let them fall. I knew they’d been spurred by anger more than anything else, and they blurred his vision as he concentrated on my face in order to calm down. I was just seconds away from easing when he pushed up again, forcing another snap of strength to course through me as I pushed back, and it was only then that he looked like he’d finally caved, and he knew there wasn’t a chance I was going to let him go over to them. His entire body shuddered. “Why are you getting like this?” I asked desperately. “They said your name.” He trembled. “They said your fucking name.” I nodded shyly, moving my hands from his body and then pushing some of his soft hair out of his face, attempting to gather myself before I spoke again, because I knew there would be an added tremor to my tone. I’d never had anyone care about me before. Not really. “We have to go.” I whispered. “D’ya know anywhere safe?” “I dunno anymore. I dunno.” “Anywhere other than here though, yeah?” “Mm.” He nodded. “Okay. Okay, let’s go.” I lifted and offered him my hand, which he took and brought himself up to his feet. I glanced down the street one last time and picked up my book before we began to move off into the night, staying as quiet as we could and moving as quickly as we could. Thankfully, the Krows weren’t really on high alert, far too wrapped up in their own conversations, they weren’t even hunting, thankfully. Because if they had been, and if they hadn’t been distracted, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that they would have found us. I didn’t want to spend on more night sleeping on the streets. 12:12PM “I’m sorry about last night.” Harry mumbled quietly, clearly rather uncomfortable with having to apologise, but knowing he needed to. “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay, Jax. I put us both in a really bad position, and I’m sorry.” He sighed, food being slammed onto one of the plates we’d been given by an unenthusiastic looking woman. “I dunno what’s been happening to me recently.” Neither of us were necessarily comfortable going into one of the charity organisations to eat, but we were running out of options. We were starving, our bodies becoming weaker by the day, and we knew we needed to build our energy as much as possible. So we kept our hoods up, and our heads down, not planning on sticking around for too long. I still kept the book gripped in my hand, the object now feeling like a part of my body. Once the food was on our plates we sat ourselves down, eyeing up the people around us and seeing that we hadn’t captured any unwanted attention. There was no reason we would have done, but after hearing my name uttered by a Krow that morning, it seemed like we were both on high alert. The two of us were well into our meals by the time Harry picked up the conversation where it had left off, voice and eyes low as he stared across the table. “I just feel this thing in me now, y’know? Like, I’m ready to do something. I’m so fucking ready to do something and I’m so ready to fight.” “Harry-” “We should go after the Krows. Tonight.” “I don’t wanna do that.” “Jax, c’mon!” “I think we can do more than that! I think we can do something that changes things for all Lost Children, not just us.” “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about the others!” He scalded. I stared at him with a blank expression, noting the anger in his eyes at first, but it quickly faded, turning into regret almost instantly. Even so, I couldn’t help but judge him slightly for snapping like he had and saying something like that. In a way, other Lost Children were the only family we had, the only family we would ever have. I had always found it best not to bond with other children, but I still knew their struggle because it was mine. We all had this bond with one another, no matter how much we kept our distance and refused to become attached. We were all fighting the same battle, and the fact that Harry had just snapped and said he didn’t even care made me uncomfortable, even if I knew there wasn’t really much truth behind his words. There had to be some, or he wouldn’t have said it in the first place. “I didn’t mean that.” He sighed, dropping his head into his hand and rubbing over his eyes. “But you said it.” “I know but… I showed you those pictures, Jax. The pictures in that book that you won’t let go of prove that the fight is over for anyone who isn’t a Lost Child. They don’t care about us, and I don’t know what it is you think you can do that will make them care.” I scowled at him, wondering how only a few hours before I’d felt closer to him than I’d ever felt with anyone, but in that moment, he suddenly felt like a stranger again. The contrast between my feelings towards him was messing with my head. If we weren’t already in so deep, if he had said something like that just a few days earlier, I think I would have walked away from him, because it was clear the two of us weren’t fighting for the same thing. But it felt like we had developed somewhat, and it felt like maybe we did care for one another. I needed him on my team. “There’s a bit of this book written by a guy called Gardan Jones, and he lives here, in London!” “So what?” He huffed. “He could help us! He believes the same things you do. He doesn’t trust the government and he doesn’t trust the Krows and he wants to do something!” I took the book and found the page I was speaking of, the corner of the page folded so that I’d always be able to find it, because of all the inspirational words that book held, it was his that had touched me the most. Maybe because of how he’d structured things, in this really eloquent way, but also simple enough so that I could understand exactly what it was he was saying. Maybe there was a reason behind that, maybe he hoped that Lost Children would read his work and feel inspired. He made it simple enough so that it would make sense to us, so that we could grasp at what it was he was saying. And I think one of the other reasons it had sunk itself into my skin so deeply, was because I knew he was close. I knew he was someone we could reach if we really tried. I slid the book over to Harry, which he took calmly, and began scanning over the words he had helped me to read not long before. “I think we should find him. He works for The Daily Lecturer. I’ve seen the building in the centre of the city, so that must be where he is.” “And then what?” Harry lifted his head to me. “We just… walk in and find him?” “Yes.” “That’ll never work!” “That’s what I thought when you took me to eat somewhere, but we did it. You know how to hold yourself. It’s the same thing.” “It’s not the same thing.” “Why not?” “Because it’s just not, and you know it’s not!” He looked down to the book again, tracing the very tip of his finger across the print, and I thought maybe it was working. Maybe he was feeling the same things I felt when I read what he had to say. “We have to try. We have to go and see if we can talk to him, because if it works then we stand the chance of changing something, and… we could get people fighting for us again, like they used to.” “It won’t work.” “You told me yourself, that the oppressed can hardly ever make a difference without some help from the oppressor. You told me that. If that’s what we have to do, then I’m willing to try. As much as it angers me, that things are that way… He might be able to help us, Harry. Don’t you want that?” He sighed heavily, probably wanting to address all the faults in my plan and all the reasons it wouldn’t work, but even if he did, we both knew that I wasn’t going to back down. I had something in my head, and every time I read his words my need to see what we could achieve with this man increased, and the things Harry had told me about previous riots and about being oppressed only strengthened my argument against him. It helped that I could use the facts that he had given me to drive my idea into his head fully. “You dream big, don’t you?” He looked up to me, and I swear, he was almost smiling. “I didn’t until I met you.” A smile broke fully then, undeniable and actually quite beautiful. I smiled in return, no matter how much I tried to hide it. “Okay.” He sighed, defeated. “We can try. And if it doesn’t work… if we can’t get to him, we go after the Krows. Is that a deal?” I nodded, because that worked for me. There had been numerous times where I had nearly gone after the Krows when I’d seen them snatch children in the night, my anger boiling over and acting on impulse, just like Harry had in the early hours of that morning. But I had it in my head that we could do something more than that, and I wanted to try that first before impulse and anger took complete control. I wanted to be controlled by hope and change. “Fine. Deal.” I confirmed. 4:06PM I felt sick having so many regular people bustling around us as we marched up to the building where he worked, thinking that the two of us must have stood out in the crowd, but we were trying not to care. “This is gunna go so badly.” Harry was breathless, marching so quickly that I was struggling to keep up. “They’re not gunna let us see him and they’re gunna get the fucking Krows on us before we even get out of the building. I’m shaking.” His nerves were radiating off of him, but it was clear he was trying to keep it hidden as well as he could. He looked so tall, and broad, not caring when he barged into people, his tense shoulders knocking people out of his way with ease. I felt miniature down at his side, staying as close to his frame as I physically could, glancing at people around us and expecting to be on the receiving end of some suspicious looks, but people just looked right through us. It was like they were all too wrapped up in their own worlds to even notice the two of us, with our tattered clothes and our skin darkened by the filth of the streets we had to sleep upon. But from what my frantic eyes could grasp, no one cared. We were getting closer and closer to our destination, and with each step, my nerves circulated and expanded, rushing through my entire body. Harry grabbed at my hand, linking our fingers together and gripping tightly. If anything, my nerves increased as I held back, not wanting to let go but not really enjoying the feelings that were introduced when he held my hand, squeezed it tight like he was scared of losing me in the crowd. Or scared of losing me at all. “How are we going to find him?” I trembled, and suddenly I was the one noticing the numerous flaws in our plan. “We ask where he is.” “N’what if they don’t tell us?” “We threaten them. You’ve got a knife, right?” “I hate using it.” “But sometimes you have to.” “If I use my knife on them, the Krows will be there in seconds.” “Okay… Well… Let’s just see what happens when we get there.” We both looked up to the large, glass door directly in front, and all too soon we were walking through it, directly into the building, and directly into trouble. “Good luck.” There was a petite woman sat behind a desk ahead of us, and when she looked up in the hope of greeting the usual people who walked through the door, she initially had a large smile on her face. It dropped almost instantly. I froze on the spot, Harry almost predicting my actions as he unlinked our hands and continued his journey, marching up towards her, remaining completely unfazed by her stunned stares. “We’re here to speak to Gardan Jones,” He began, clearing his throat nervously. “Can you take us to him?” She glanced back and forth between the two of us, and it was easy to see that we were making her just as nervous as she was making us. “Can I ask what it’s in regards to?” She spoke quietly. “We know he’s… very supportive of Lost Children,” Harry tried to conceal the shake of his tone. “And we just want to talk to him.” Suddenly she was scowling, her jaw clenching and nerves being swapped for another emotion I couldn’t quite place, somewhere between fear and anger. “That’s not how things work. Now I’m going ask you both, calmly, to leave.” “No.” He replied, composed but firm. “We need to speak to him. That’s all we want. We’re not here to cause fucking trouble, we just want to speak to him. Please. I’m begging you, please.” “If you don’t leave now, I will call security. I don’t want to do that, because I sympathise, but you cannot walk in here and demand to talk to someone. Please leave.” “How much can you sympathise? That’s bullshit.” Harry snapped, leaning a little closer to her. “You’re lying to yourself to feel better, you don’t care about us.” “Leave. Now.” She demanded. Harry turned on his heel before he lost his cool, cracking his neck and walking back over to me, looking tense but also completely defeated. Before he could even say anything, I pushed past him, walking over to the desk and ready to say my piece. We’d both discussed before we got there, that it would be best for Harry to talk rather than me. Harry was more intelligent than I was. He knew how to address things and it was more than likely that he would find the right thing to say. But I couldn’t hold back. There were tears in my eyes when I stopped ahead of her. “Have you read his words?” I asked her desperately, seeing the way her eyes flickered over my face, noting my exhaustion. “Because we have. We’ve seen what he has to say and we know he supports us. We know that he’s on our side, and all we want to do it talk to him about it. I don’t know why you won’t let us!” “Because-” “How do you think he would feel? If he knew, that you had two Lost Children stood here, in front of you, asking for help and you turned them away. Because from what we’ve read, that’s not how he wants things to be. We need help, and he wants to help, and we’re giving him the chance. Don’t take that away from him and don’t take it away from us.” She glanced over my shoulder to look at Harry, and I followed her eyes, seeing him stood there with his hands in his pockets, nervously awaiting her response. I turned back to face her, quickly wiping my tears on my sleeve. She let out a large breath. “Hold on.” She picked an object up from her desk that I wasn’t familiar with, and held it up to her ear, not taking her eyes off us and not making a sound for a while, like she was waiting for something. “Is she calling him?” Harry appeared at my side, whispering breathlessly. “What?” “That thing she’s using, it’s a phone. She can talk to him with it.” “What?” “Gardan,” She spoke into the thing, and my mouth fell open. “Sorry to disturb you, but I have a bit of a strange request… There are two Lost Children here, and they want to talk to you.” The following silence felt eternal, and she refused to look at us, dropping her head into her hand like she was somewhat disappointed in herself for caving. And she looked extremely annoyed with whatever reply she was receiving. She placed the object down, and before I could ask any more questions, she spoke. “You came to the right man.” She smiled, though it wasn’t convincing. “Please follow me.” She raised from her spot instantly, bolting away from us and waiting for us to trace her trail. It took us a few seconds to gather ourselves before we could physically move, and I’d never seen Harry’s eyes so wide. He really couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t either, but I was the one who had been hopeful. Harry had been negative. Harry had thought we didn’t stand a chance. It felt like I physically couldn’t move until he literally pushed me in the right direction, the two of us breathlessly following her in the right direction. “What if it’s a trap?” Harry leaned and whispered in my ear, just a step behind me. “What if she didn’t speak to him and we’re just walking into a fucking trap?” “Don’t say that.” “But what if that’s what she’s doing?” “M’following her either way.” “Jax, I don’t like this. I don’t fucking like this.” “If you leave, I’m going alone.” “I won’t let you do that.” He toughened, moving to stand by my side. “We’re in this together.” We rushed down corridor after corridor, and the longer we walked, the more Harry’s words played on my mind. It could have been a trap. She didn’t want to help us, she didn’t want to let us speak to him. We could have been walking into a situation that we’d never get out of, their security or the Krows just waiting for us to walk through the door. We knew they were looking for me, and it would only be so long before they caught onto the fact that I was spending all my time with one certain boy, and they’d be able to recognise him. And maybe they already had. But we had reached the stage where if we didn’t take risks, we’d be caught anyway. We had to try. I was going to follow her, no matter she was taking us. I had to trust her, even though I didn’t want to. Finally, she came to a standstill, knocking on a door to her left, and we waited patiently. There was a faint click, and then the door opened itself. And there he was. Gardan Jones. “Thank you, Feva.” He nodded with a smile. “I’ll take it from here.” She ushered us inside, myself and Harry shuffling into the room nervously, checking around to see if there was something or someone else in there, but it was just the three of us. No Krows. No trap. Just him, and us. My whole body shuddered when we heard the door close behind us, stood within his office and surrounded by what must have been thousands of books. I looked anxiously back to the man ahead of us, the book containing his words still gripped in my hand, and I noticed the smile on his face. He was pale, thinning brown hair and thick-rimmed glasses, and it was clear her was trying to ease our minds and make us comfortable with his happy exterior, but our surroundings and the situation was so foreign to us, there wasn’t a chance we could feel at ease. “Thank you so much for coming to see me. It’s an honour to meet both of you.” He nodded, nothing but honesty shrouding his words. “Do you have names?” “I’m Jax.” I trembled. “Jax, nice to meet you. And you are?” “I don’t wanna say.” Harry replied, nostrils flaring. “I understand that.” He nodded. “Well, it’s a pleasure. But I must say, I was expecting you both to be much younger. Do you know how old you are?” “No.” Harry answered. “You’ve both done very well to make it this far. So, you want to talk to me?” “I read something you wrote.” I spoke, my words hurried. “I read things that… I didn’t even know about. I was in the governments schooling system so there were things…” “Things, you think ,were hidden from you?” Gardan finished my sentence for me. “Yes!” “They do keep things from you. It’s proven. They’ve done studies on the things that are taught in the government schools, and it shows a lot propaganda. You’re given these so-called facts… They make you buy into a world that they want you to believe is true, even though the actual world is very different. I’m sure you’ve seen some proof of that since leaving.” Harry nudged me gently, and even though the movement was so miniature, I knew what he was saying to me, and he didn’t have to make a sound. He had noticed the somewhat puzzled look on my face, and he was letting me know that he would explain things to me later, certain words Gardan had used that I wasn’t familiar with. “I have but… not in the way you write about.” “It’s impressive that you can read.” He commented. “Har- He helped me.” There was this strange look of pride on Gardan’s face, and I’d never really seen anyone look at Lost Children that way, like he just wanted to take us under his wing and teach us and support us. There wasn’t anything in his eyes or his body language that suggested this wasn’t an entirely thrilling experience for him, just talking to us. I was so used to people like him shunning us, ignoring us and pretending we didn’t exist unless they were using us as a way to feel better about themselves. He genuinely seemed like he cared. It was exactly how I’d wanted him to be. “And now you want me to help you, correct?” His face suddenly became a little sterner. “Yes.” I replied, my confidence building slowly. “With… reading, or…” “With a rebellion.” His eyes blew up, obviously not expecting that reply from me, but absolutely loving it. He was stuck for words, but there was this added twinkle in his eyes that hadn’t been there just a second before. It was clear from the get-go that we’d taken him by surprise, but with each thing we’d said, we stunned him further. I turned to look at Harry, who still looked enormously hesitant, not being able to ease in the way I was doing. I wished there was a way I could comfort him and force him to relax, but it seemed it wasn’t within my power. He still didn’t trust my idea, and he really didn’t trust the man ahead of us. “I’ve told her there’s no way, but she won’t listen.” Harry grumbled. “Why don’t you think it will work?” He asked. “Because it’s been done before. It didn’t work then. Won’t work now. People don’t give a shit.” “Then we find a way to make them.” He shrugged casually. “You have more people on your side than you think. All we need is something to… humanize you.” “Humanize?” I puzzled. “People feel very disassociated from Lost Children. I’ve been thinking recently that we need to find a way of… letting people see you as human beings. We need a trigger, and we need a good one.” “If people don’t care about us as we are, then fuck them!” Harry raised his voice, stepping a little closer. “We shouldn’t need a damn trigger for them! They should care now!” “We know they should, but they don’t!” I scalded, turning my head to him. “I don’t understand why you’re fighting this!” Tears congested in my eyes. “Your whole life you’ve been begging for help, and now you’re getting some. So instead of fighting it, accept it, or leave!” He had this look on his face, like he couldn’t quite believe I’d just said that. I think Harry had it in his head that we’d stick by one another through everything; that the deal we’d made wouldn’t fade, or that we now wouldn’t turn our backs on one another, but Harry could be short sighted in that way. I kept looking at the big picture, and it seemed to expand before my eyes by the minute. Harry had tunnel vision, where it was just the two of us, and we were the only ones who mattered. He looked somewhat hurt by my words. Unable to hold his gaze, I turned back to face Gardan. “Do you have any idea how we can do that?” “Not with you two.” He shook his head. “You two won’t work.” “Fuck this guy. Jax, we’re leaving.” “Let me finish.” He spoke calmly. “Research shows that the best reactions from the general public occur when they see images of younger children. That’s what they use for appeals and on the images for charities. Unfortunately, you two are too old. I still want to work with you both, but we can’t use either of you as the face of this rebellion. Do you know any younger children?” The image of her bloodshot eye catapulted itself into my mind, forcing me to drop my head and swallow back the sadness I felt for the loss of a girl I had only known for a few hours. “She’s dead.” I swallowed. “The Krows, they…” Silence. Heavy, unwelcomed silence. I felt dizzy. “Her name?” Gardan asked. “Marby.” I whispered down to the floor. “Charity or government school?” “Charity, I think, but I dunno for sure.” “Okay, this is good. We can use her.” “What?” Harry gasped. “Research is my job. There are records kept, of all of you. I should be able to find an image of her, if I look into it enough, and I’m willing to do that.” “Why?” Harry stepped forward aggressively. “Why are you doing this? Why now? What changed?” I reached out and pulled at Harry’s jacket as he trailed past me with fury beneath his feet, and I couldn’t feel surprised by his reaction, because although hope was stalking through my veins alongside blood, I had thought the same thing. Gardan was calm, not at all intimidated by Harry. “Because I see the fear in your eyes,” He noted. “And I realise I’ve never done enough. I want to change that. Please let me try. I’ll do everything I can to help you.” Harry looked over his shoulder to view me, seeing the look of desperation on my face, and finally he softened, his entire frame dropping as his body was relieved of the anger, hatred and dissension. He slowly turned his head back forwards before he nodded. Gardan smiled softly. “So it’s settled.” He nodded. “Marby will be the face of your rebellion.”

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Anam Cara (Chapter 3)

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

Luna was sat with Solis, enjoying the breeze that was sweeping through her hair and the sun kissing her face.

“Luna...it’s time to go back now.” Solis said softly as she cradled Luna’s face in her hands.

“I don’t want to go.” Luna protested sadly.

“You need to, they need you.” She explained.

Before Luna had a chance to argue she suddenly woke up with a start. Every inch of her body hurt and she noticed she was in someone’s bed. She remembered being attacked and then hearing a few guys who were helping her, but it was a little blurry. She sat up slowly, wincing at the stitches in her side pulling, and walked to the door. She could make out voices on the other side and decided to listen to assess the situation and decide what to do. She couldn’t deny she was nervous after what happened. She pressed her ear to the door but frowned when she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

“Cad é atá muid ag dul a insint di? (What are we going to tell her?)” Murphy asked in Gaelic.

“Ar dtús, rud ar bith. Táimid i dont iarraidh a scanradh an cailín. Ní mór dúinn chun rudaí mall ghlacadh. (At first, nothing. We don't want to scare the girl. We need to take things slow.)” Connor replied firmly.

“Níl mé ag iarraidh a luí di. (I don't want to lie to her.)” Murphy admitted.

“Nach bhfuil muid ina luí, táimid Shiarchoinneálach ach eolas. Táimid ag i dont iarraidh a scanradh an cailín bocht. (We aren't lying, we are just withholding information. we don't want to scare the poor girl.)” Connor replied.

“For fuck sakes guys, you know I hate it when you do that shit. I can’t understand what the fuck you’re saying!” Romeo complained, earning laughter from the twins. There was silence, multiple footsteps and then a door closing, Luna breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more comfortable to explore her surroundings without people there. To be safe she waited another few minutes trying to gather herself before she left the safety of this nice room. She took this time to peek around the room and noticed the bed wasn’t really a bed, but two double mattresses pushed side by side. There were a few cupboards but apart from that the room was quite bare. With just her panties and a large t shirt, she cracked the door open and peered out. She couldn't see the full room from where she was but she could see a pool table and some random bits of furniture, and some other doors on the other side. She slipped out of the door and was startled by the man sat on one of the sofas watching t.v.

“Oh hey, you’re awake! I'm Romeo.” He smiled. Luna smiled back awkwardly and tugged the bottom of the t shirt down shyly.

“I'm Luna. Um...do you know where my clothes are?” She asked quietly feeling awkward.

“Yeah the doc had to cut them off to patch you up. But the guys have just gone to grab some food and something for you to wear.” He explained kindly. There was a slightly awkward silence until he spoke again.

“You should take these, doctors orders.” He smiled as he handed Luna the painkillers and antibiotics with a glass of water and she took them gratefully. They stood in an uncomfortable silence for around another ten minutes not really knowing what to say. Luna could feel Romeos anxiety as he awaited his friends and she was struggling to stay calm herself.

“Thanks for saving me by the way.” She smiled gratefully.

“Was nothing, wasn’t really me, thank the guys when they get back.” He explained with a small smile.

Luna picked her water back up and as she took another sip of water the door burst open. The boys came bounding in with bags in their arms, pushing and shoving each other whilst laughing about something. Luna gasped and dropped the glass in shock, making it shatter across the floor. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as she saw her boys stood there looking at her. They were the ones to save her, of all the people it could have been. Her hands were trembling and she just stood there. Murphy glanced at Connor looking worried.

Do ye t’ink we scared her?

I’m not sure Murph.

“Ye alright t'ere lass?” Connor asked carefully as he and Murphy slowly approached her. Luna snapped out of her daze feeling stupid, she must look crazy she thought to herself.

“Um...yeah, sorry. I’m Luna.” She smiled awkwardly, still pulling the top down to cover herself.

“Beautiful name fer a beautiful girl.” Murphy smiled making Luna blush.

“T-thanks. Thanks for saving me too, I don’t want to think what would have happened if you hadn't found me.” She admitted looking at the brothers.

“T’was nothin’ lass. I see ye already met Romeo, I’m-“ Connor started before he was cut off by Luna.

“Connor and Murphy, The Saints, I know.” She blurted out and instantly cringed and wanted to smack herself in the head, how the fuck would she explain that one. They looked at her pretty confused.

“¿Cómo diablos sabe ella que ustedes son? (How the hell does she know who you guys are?)” Romeo asked slightly panicked. They didn’t need to get caught right now, he hoped bringing this girl back wasn’t a mistake.

“No puta idea. (I don’t fucking know.)” Connor replied.

“How do ye know t'at love?” Murphy asked softly, he didn’t want to scare Luna.

“I um...you’ll think I’m fucking crazy.” Luna admitted as she bit her lip and looked at the floor.

“Try us lass, ye’ll find we're quite open minded.” Connor winked, trying to put her at ease.

Luna sat down on the sofa with Murphy next to her, Romeo and Connor were on the sofa opposite them. They got the pizza out they had bought and placed it on the coffee table, so everyone could help themselves.

“Its a really long story, and quite fucking depressing to be honest. But the short version is, when I was five my dad killed my twin sister and tried to kill me. Ever since I nearly died, I have been...different.” She explained. Connor and Murphy looked at each other feeling a little sick.

She lost her fuckin’ twin.

I know, I can’t even imagine losin’ ye.

“O’ course ye’ll be different love, losin’ ye sister like t'at's bound to change ye.” Murphy said softly.

“I mean different as in...weird. I started seeing things, I can feel people’s energy and their feelings, and I started having premonitions in my dreams.” She paused to try to gauge their reactions and see if they thought she was crazy yet but they seemed fine so far.

“When I was 18 I had a premonition of The Saints, years before you even became The Saints. You were sleeping in a police cell and had a dream with your calling from God.” She bit her lip a looked at them, they were now looking a little shocked. She knew she had a reign it in a little, she couldn’t tell them she dreamt of them all the time and how much she cared about them.

“I’ve had a few premonitions since, like before your friend Rocco died. You guys were bound to chairs and he was shot, and Murphy, you begged Connor to break your hand to get out of the cuffs. And your dad was there at the end. That one was pretty intense.” She said sadly.

“Well fuck, this is fucking crazy.” Romeo sighed.

“Debemos decirle. (We should tell her.)” Murphy pushed staring at Connor.

“Todavía no hermano, tomar con calma. (Not yet brother, take it slow.)” Connor said firmly.

Luna sat there patiently whilst they conversed among themselves in what she thought was Spanish, no doubt about how fucking crazy she is and how to ditch her somewhere.

“Look, I don’t know why I have these dreams about you, why we are connected, but I swear I’m not crazy.” She explained.

“We don't t’ink ye are lass, don’t worry.” Connor smiled warmly at her, she smiled back feeling somewhat relieved.

“What can ye tell us about t' pricks t'at attacked ye?” Murphy asked as he placed a comforting hand on her knee, earning a pointed glare from Connor.

Deartháir mall. (Slow brother.)

Focáil leat. (Fuck off.)

“I know I was fucking stupid going down that alley at night, even my gut told me not to, but I still fucking did anyway like a dick. There was three of them, they came out of nowhere and one of them grabbed me and hit my head on the wall. It made me feel sick and I couldn’t focus properly, couldn't really fight back at first. The fucking assholes didn’t even want to rob me, they just wanted sex, and when I told them to go fuck themselves they didn’t appreciate it. That’s when they started beating the shit out of me. Then one was being look out whilst the others pinned me down. When the asshole who was pinning my legs down stopped to undo his pants I kicked him in the nuts, that’s what earned me my lovely stab wound.” She explained.

“For a pretty little lady, you sure say fuck alot.” Romeo mused.

“Seriously, out o’ everythin’ she just fuckin’ said, t'at’s what ye focus on?” Connor asked with a small amused smile. Luna just chuckled.

“Can ye describe t’em love? Anythin’ t'at makes t'em stand out?” Murphy asked remaining serious.

“Well there wasn’t before but there is now.” Luna smirked making the men look at her quizzically.

“I may have managed to grab the knife before they got away and stabbed the main rapey asshole in the shoulder...and sliced his face.” She admitted with a proud smile.

“Well shit.” Murphy smiled in amusement as he proudly patted her on the back.

“Good work lass. It’ll make findin’ t'em a little easier.” Connor said with a smile.

“Well I sure as shit wasn’t going to let them rape me, I’d fucking die before that would happen.” She told them. The twins smirked at each other.

Our girls got balls brother.

Damn right she fuckin’ has.

“You know I can feel it when you guys do that.” Luna stated as she looked at the twins.

“Do what?” Connor asked.

“The telepathy thing. I mean I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying to each other, but the atmosphere changes. It’s like there’s this electric current, I can feel it.” She admitted. The boys looked at each other amazed.

“We'll keep t'at in mind.” Connor winked at her, making her blush.

“Oh yeah, we got some clothes fer ye, we checked t' size o' yer dress so t'ey should fit.” Murphy smiled as he handed her a bag, she took it gratefully.

“And we’d prefer it if ye stayed here wit' us at least ‘til yer stitches get removed.” Connor told her.

“I really don’t know how to thank you guys.” She grinned as she looked in the bag, they’d got her a dress similar to the one she had, some jeans, a few tops and a shorts and tank pyjama set.

“Ye don’t have to t'ank us love.” Murphy smiled.

“Would it be ok if I showered? I feel like shit.” Luna admitted sheepishly.

“O’ course lass, ‘til yer healed, t'is is yer home too. We'll show ye where it is.” Connor grinned as he and Murphy both stood up. Luna followed them with the bag of clothes into the bathroom.

“Ye gonna need to wrap up yer wound so it doesn’t get wet.” Murphy told her as he quickly left the room. He returned a minute later with a plastic bag and some tape.

“Would you guys be able to do it for me? I can’t twist my side without pulling my stitches.” She asked sweetly.

The boys nodded and smiled so Luna carefully removed the top she was wearing, she wasn’t sure who’s it was but it smelt heavenly. She blushed as she stood there in just her underwear in front of them. They tried not to look at her but their eyes couldn’t help but sneak peaks at her.

Jesus Christ she’s fuckin’ perfect.

Lord’s fuckin’ name...she is perfect t'ough

The twins smirked at each other as they got to work, Connor placing the bag over the wound, and Murphy taping it off. When they were done they left Luna in peace to shower. She relished the water as it washed away the trauma of the day, but she couldn’t help smiling. As horrible as it was, if she wasn’t attacked she wouldn’t have met the twins. After she showered she put on her panties and pyjamas, foregoing her bra as it was pushing on her bruised ribs. You could see her nipple bars poking through her tank top but she didn’t care. She left the room and padded barefoot into the lounge where the men were all laughing and joking. She plopped herself down on the sofa next to Connor. She noticed Romeo had gone quiet and looked over to see him staring at her breasts.

“Eyes are up here Romeo.” She smirked as his gazed snapped upwards and he looked slightly embarrassed.

“Were ye just lookin’ at her fuckin’ tits?” Murphy asked with narrowed eyes.

“Well...Yeah. But its hard not to, she has her fucking nipples pierced.” He smiled as he gestured towards her. She then noticed the brothers eyes now on her chest too and blushed as she crossed her arms to stop them looking.

“Any ot'er piercings love?” Murphy smirked with a wink.

“Holy shit.” She laughed as she covered her now blushing face.

“I t’ink t'at’s a yes brot'er.” Connor chuckled as playfully nudged her shoulder.

“You guys are assholes, you’re lucky your The Saints. “ She laughed as she did a fake pout.

“We're only messing wit' ye lass.” Connor smiled.

“Yeah and its not our fault t'at yer so beautiful.” Murphy smirked, making her blush again. These boys were going to drive her crazy, she just knew it.

“So do you have any spare blankets for the sofa for me?” She asked them.

“Yer not sleepin’ on t' fuckin’ sofa. We're gentlemen lass, and our ma would fuckin’ kill us.” Connor said firmly.

“I’ll be fine, you’ve already done so much for me, I’m not taking your bed too.” She argued.

“Are ye insane? Yer fuckin’ injured. T'ere’s no way I’m lettin’ ye sleep on t' sofa. And if ye try I’ll just sleep on t' floor anyway so t' bed will be empty fer nothin’.” Murphy scolded.

“Fine, but why don’t you sleep in the middle of the mattresses and I’ll stick to the side? I don't want you to be uncomfortable for me. You won't even know I’m there.” She smiled. Once the sleeping arrangements were settled they all decided to go to bed, Romeo going to the small spare room he had claimed and Luna and the twins going to their room.

“Which side is yours Murph?” She asked as she walked in.

“T' left love.” He smiled as he and Connor stripped their t shirts and jeans off, making Luna blush and look away as she climbed onto the surprisingly comfy mattress. The blankets and pillow smelt like the top and she realised it was probably Murphy's top she had worn. She got settled in when Connor turned the light off, she felt the mattress dip down near her and heard Connor get in his side. Before long she was fast asleep worrying she was going to wake up and it would all have been a dream.

[rofics]

Hidden omega (part 34)

Fandom: Bts (Got7 + Big Bang + B.A.P + Monsta X + Seventeen + Block B+Vixx+TVXQ+Exo) Who doesn’t love a good ensemb Pairing:  Namjoon x Everybody Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst Au: Canon / Omegaverse au Length: 4k Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33

Summary:

It’s finally time for Namjoon to talk with some members of BTS.

The rest of the day went without to much stuff going on. It was Sunday and all of them had the day off, which was spent lying around after both Namjoon and Youngjae had gotten themselves cleaned up a bit. Namjoon did have to endure a little bit of teasing which ended up with him hiding his face in Jackson’s chest who did not seem to disagree with that at all.

There were one thing off though, BamBam… Namjoon couldn’t explain what it was, but it was clear that something were wrong. It was clear that everybody else knew what was wrong other than Namjoon and he didn’t know how to deal with being held outside the loop. He ended up not being able to take it anymore later that day and when Jinyoung asked him if he wanted any snacks he just shook his head deciding to track down the youngest omega who was napping in the nest.

Namjoon couldn’t deny that BamBam was adorable sprawled starfish in the giant bed that looked way too big for him when he was there all alone. He wore an almost threadbare tank top that was way too big for him hanging of one shoulder and pulled up slightly to expose the flat stomach underneath. He looked way to cute, in sleep he didn’t have the worried facial expression that he had been wearing all day, instead just a relaxed smiling look as he slept.

Namjoon couldn’t stop himself from crawling into the bed and curl up next to him gently petted the tummy skin showing. It was almost amazing knowing that he could touch like this now and how he could feel BamBam relaxing under his petting even more. Namjoon wasn’t sure how long they just laid there until the younger slowly started waking up.

“Joonie?” The voice was confused and still heavy with sleep. “You okay?”

It was kinda sad that BamBam just assumed that something was wrong with him just because he was here with him alone so he shook his head. “I was worried about you, so I went to check on you. But you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

BamBam rubbed his eyes before rolling over on his side so he were looking Namjoon in the eyes. “It’s nothing… Just my stupid head.”

The other omega reached out to gently brush some of his hair out of his eyes. “Nothing is stupid when it comes to how you feel you know that. You can tell me if I did something to hurt you, or if anything else is hurting you. I’m suppose to try be a part of the pack, and that means you need to treat me as an equal not a kid that needs protection.”

BamBam sighed, he knew that Namjoon had a point. “I saw the hoodie you have from Block B, it is just… While I know that you are getting courted by other packs, it was so easy to forget when you were here with us, and I felt… I don’t know how I felt, but it wasn’t nice.”

Namjoon sighed resting his forehead against BamBam’s. “I can’t promise that I am going to choose to stay with this pack, at this point my mind is one big melting pot of thoughts, but I can promise you something else. That no matter what happens, no matter who I choose or anything you will always mean something special to me, you all will.”

BamBam looked a little hesitant, but Namjoon could also feel how his shoulders had relaxed a little as he smiled at Namjoon. “I’m sorry to put that on you. I don’t want you to feel pressured to pick us, or to pick anybody. It’s just that sometimes I can’t control how I feel.”

Namjoon couldn’t stop himself from pulling BamBam into his arms. “I don’t need you to control how you feel, I just want us to be honest with each other. I’m a big boy I can handle it. Your mental health is just as important as mine.” He kissed BamBam on the top of his hair as BamBam smiled into his chest. This was why Namjoon was so good for them, he had such a big heart it was fucking stupid.

When they went to bed that night Namjoon got pulled from his normal cuddle position between Youngjae and Jackson to instead to join Yugyeom and BamBam. It was kinda cute with Namjoon’s head on one of the alpha’s shoulders and BamBam’s on the other, both omegas had a thigh swung over the maknaes more or less pinning him to the bed. Not that Yugyeom minded this was his prefered way to sleep and he just hummed happily with an arm around each of the cuddly omegas quickly surrounding the the realm of sleep.

The morning was a mess, everybody being all over and messy trying to get ready. “Namjoon breakfast!” Jinyoung called while Namjoon tried to pull on his jeans which were awkwardly baggy on him after he lost the weight.

“I will eat after dance training! I have dance first coming up and I feel really bad when dancing after eating, and nobody needs me to throw up on the floor.” Namjoon yelled back from the nest as he started packing his bag, a change of dance clothing, his old lyric notebook, the new one he had gotten, his keys, studio keys, calendar plans, a pair of indoor shoes for dancing.

He went over the list in his head as his phone rang, his lift to the studio was there god he had forgotten how stressful being an idol was as he threw the rest of his stuff down into the bag without to much thought about it safety quickly pulling on his shoes. “I have to go! My life is here!” he yelled almost leaving as his wrist got pulled and he got turned around to look at Jaebum, which kissed him on the cheek.

“Have a good day Joonie, and take this with you try and see if you can solve it if you need to take a break.” He gave Namjoon the puzzlebox from B.A.P. the“You aren’t the only person who is curious what it is, it could either be really really cute and sentimental… or it’s a box snakes about to jump in your face and there is no inbetween.”

That made Namjoon giggle as he leaned down a little to kiss Jaebum on the lips. “I feel like I should be scared.”

“You probably should,” Jaebum laughed before lightly pushing Namjoon out the door, “you are going to be late, try not to get yourself hurt! And if you are feel sick, there is nothing wrong with stopping and taking a break!”

Namjoon just smiled over his shoulder as he ran to the car, somehow managing to not fall over his own way to long limbs which was actually a miracle.

Looking over his schedule while being in the car, made him feel slightly dizzy already. God they were going to start promotions soon, Namjoon loved their fans and being an idol. But nobody was made to greet people for 10 hours, his ass hurt from sitting down that long after a session! And his hand cramped!

Thinking of the fans Namjoon took the time to log back into their twitter, it had been pretty dead by other than Jimin who seemed to atleast try and keep up the pretense that they were all just fine. Namjoon decided that he should probably help his fellow omega. He didn’t look his best maybe, but his skin was clear and he had actually managed to get enough sleep for once. It took him a good 30 pictures until he took one that he was actually happy with, and captured it ‘back to training! Looking forward to seeing all of you soon!’

He didn’t stay on to see what the fans wrote back. He still wasn’t ready to deal with the fans reaction to being an omega. While he had hoped that it was positive he also wasn’t ready to deal with antis. Finally arriving was kinda a surreal experience for Namjoon. He hadn’t known that he would some day actually look forward to dance training, but he was right at that moment actually looking forward to it, forward to going back to having a normal life.

He wasn’t sure how he would react when he saw the rest of his group, but he didn’t get much time to think about cause as soon as he entered the building he meet Jungkook. Both of them froze. “Namjoon-hyung.” The words were just hanging in the air.

It had been forever since Jungkook had ever called him hyung in a private setting, Jungkook looked like… Shit, if Namjoon had to be honest. The nail marks on his cheek didn’t seem to be deep, but the one over his neck and clavicle did seem like they would scar, and Namjoon’s fingers itched to check it out. “Kookie.” He responded, on purpose going with the nickname to hopefully getting the maknae to feel more.. Safe? Around him.

Jungkook for his part didn’t know how he was supposed to react around Namjoon. He no longer had the scent of death or rotten fruit around him, instead there were just a weak scent of peaches and what smelled like cream? Without thinking about it he reached out for Namjoon to hug him, somehow his body needed to know that this was actually real, but the second his hand touched Namjoon’s shoulder he flinched.

It wasn’t a small almost controllable flinch that he had done around Jackson and Jaebum, it was a full body flinch and pulling away from Jungkook as his body reminded him of the feeling of the alpha order being placed on him, and it was to much for his mind as he blanked for a few seconds.

Jungkook looked like a lost puppy with his hand still hanging in the air. “Joonie-hyung?” His voice was so sad, and there for a second he wasn’t an 18 year old alpha, but the same kid that started out with BTS. Now felt like he had been rejected by the one person he thought he could always trust.

Namjoon wanted to make Jungkook feel better, but he had no idea how to do it right now. He wanted to forget about what had happened between them, but he simply couldn’t. His brain refused to let him forget that this was the alpha that ordered him, that had violated him in one of the most private ways there was. But he was still the leader of BTS and he needed to make this right. “I’m sorry, I still don’t have complete control of what my body says.”

Jungkook almost wanted to cry, everything that had happened the last couple of days and now he was such a monster that he couldn’t even touch Namjoon it was all simply to much as he sniffed a little trying to hold back the tears that wanted to make a return to his life. “I never wanted to hurt you…”

Namjoon had to force his hand to pat Jungkook on the head, he looked so sad and lost. “I know, we are going to be okay I promise, it might take a little while, but we are going to be okay. Are Vixx treating you okay, are you getting enough sleep and remembering to eat?”

It was first after he had said it and Jungkook was smiling widely that he listened to how much he said like a nagging mum saying that and he wanted to facepalm himself, but it made Jungkook feel better. “They keep calling me a puppy.” Jungkook pouted, trying his best to look cute.

Namjoon laughed a little as well. “Well try not to pee on their carpet, they are going to give us so much shit when they find out that we didn’t house train you.”

“JOONIE!”

“And I am not taking shit for that,” then suddenly he got serious because he had things that needed to be said, “I have moved Taehyung so he is vocal training today, I know you are sorry, but I need you to not seek him out.”

Jungkook shook his head in almost desperate movement. “I need to tell him the truth! That I didn’t mean it, that my meds were fucking up! That I am going to do my best to make it up to him.”

Namjoon just sighed, he knew this wouldn’t be easy. “He is scared of alphas he wouldn’t even let Jihoon close to him, and he is the least threatening alpha in the world. I know that you didn’t mean to do it, but please just for now stay away from him until then.”

This time Jungkook was more somber in his body language as he nodded sadly. He knew that Namjoon was right that he needed to do this, but it didn’t make it any easier. Taehyung was one of the members he were closest with, especially before the device of Taehyung being a lower rank that Jungkook had split them up. It was Jungkook’s job to protect him and he had fucked that up.

“I promise, I will make this right and if Taehyung needs some time then it’s going to be okay.” He were hesitant to ask his next question, his mind was still a mess and he wasn’t sure if it was how the world worked or another thing he had gotten wrong. “Are you… going to step down as leader?”

It was like a punch to Namjoon stomach and he pulled away from Jungkook as he shook his head. “No, I have already talked with Bang PD-nim about it. I will stay as leader of BTS.” He knew that he could do it as an omega, but hearing somebody voice the doubts he had in his head wasn’t doing amazing things for his mind.

Jungkook instead just felt awkward it seemed that it was one of those things that he had gotten wrong. That wasn’t actually real. Fuck. “Joonie that wasn’t what I meant… I uhm… I.” It had been such a long time since he had felt awkward around Namjoon and now he felt like he was back at square one as he hung his shoulders sadly.

“We both have a lot of growing to do, in the end we will be a better version of ourself,” he tried to smile what he hoped was a calming smile, “Bangtan fighting?”

“Bangtan fighting.” Jungkook answered with a little hesitation. “I’m gonna… go, since we don’t have dance training all together I am going to go and hit the gym first, okay with you?” It was clear for Jungkook that Namjoon wasn’t comfortable around him and Namjoon really didn’t need more of a challenge when it came to dancing.

Namjoon nodded. “I’m gonna go and find Seokjin, don’t overwork yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I have Wonshik-hyung for that,”

Namjoon ended up finding Seokjin stretching alone in the dance practice room they normally used. He didn’t seem to have noticed Namjoon as he tried to push himself into a stretch he clearly would never be able to do. “You are just going to hurt yourself.”

The newly presented omega had never seen Seokjin move that fast as he got up from his spot on the floor and almost attacked Namjoon in the most aggressive hug he had gotten to date. Which if Seokjin hadn’t expected it had landed them both on the ground, instead they managed to stay upright which was actually impressive.

“Namjoon!” After Seokjin had hugged him he held Namjoon out with two hands to inspect him like a mother would do. When he took off his rose tinted goggles of ‘everything’ is okay he could really see it. Namjoon was so skinny, and he felt the still resting part of him that blamed himself. “I’m sorry.” he couldn’t hold it in anymore, this was his fault.

Namjoon was mostly confused about what Seokjin was going on about. “I don’t understand? You are the person who has the least to apologize for. It’s me that needs to apologise for not being there for you when you clearly needed me.”

“Oh you heard about it.” The beta had really hoped that he hadn’t heard about it, he really didn’t need to add more stress to Namjoon’s plate.

“Jinnie hyung, please you know you can talk to me.” Namjoon said sadly and now it was his turn to take Seokjin into a bear hug. There was a reason why the fans always joked about how him and Namjoon were married. Because they were very close. Seokjin seemed to be the one in BTS who cared the least about the fact that he was a dud. He had been able to smell him from the start which means he didn’t have the awkward transition as Namjoon had with the Maknae line of the first moment they would smell Namjoon after presenting.

Seokjin remembered what Jaejoong had said to him. It was okay to talk about how you felt, you weren’t a burden for your feelings. “I… I have high functioning anxiety.”

The thing was that Namjoon already knew this. He had never tried to confront Seokjin about it, he had always assumed that it was pack business that he had no part in. He thought that they were dealing with it, but now the more he got involved he learned that nobody dealt with anything. They had just all ignored all the warning signs and just played pretend that everything were okay. Namjoon hugged him as close as his body could. “I know, and it’s okay. It doesn’t change the fact that you are Kim Seokjin. You are perfect the way you are I promise and we could never want anything better than that.”

The hug the two men shared was almost crushing, but both had missed each other more than they would like to admit. Pack or no pack they were close friends. “I’m sorry for not noticing, I’m the one in control of food and I didn’t notice you weren’t eating. This is my fault.” He needed it out.

Namjoon just shook his head. “No, it is my fault for not eating. There was food and I avoided it, this is on me and my mind. I know that you guys are taking the majority of the blame, but the truth is that I were the one who didn’t eat. This is only on me, all of it.”

“But… Yoongi.”

“No this is not Yoongi’s fault, Yoongi just did what he thought was the best for the pack. Yes sometimes his methods weren’t the best, but that isn’t Yoongi’s fault. Both you and I knew that he is a victim of his past, this isn’t his fault.” Namjoon shrugged as he let go of Seokjin. “I don’t blame Yoongi and you guys shouldn’t either.”

Seokjin was looking at Namjoon hesitantly. He didn’t really agree with what Namjoon were saying but he didn’t get a chance to disagree as the choreographer entered the room he looked over the two subpar dancers. “So this is what I have to work with right now.” It was clearly a jab at their dancing ability, but his smile was kind. Over all they all had a good relationship with their staff, one of the perks of a small company and… not being a dick.

Namjoon smiled an apologetic smile. “Please take care of us?”

Five hours after, both idols were lying on the ground out of breath wanting to swear away their choreographer who was stretching easily like he hadn’t just done the same amount of dancing as them since they needed to be showed the moves all the time. “You know, for the fact that both of you just came out of the hospital that was actually halfway decent, we might still make dancers out of both of you.”

Namjoon laughed a little, even though every part of his body hurt it felt so good to be back at work. This was where he belonged. Okay in the studio creating music not in the dance studio hurting himself, but the point were still there. “Don’t worry Seokjin and I are going to debut as a two man dance troupe, we are going to call it grandpa swag.”

Seokjin looked almost insulted at Namjoon. “I am an amazing dancer thank you very much.”

It caused the two other men to just laughed as the choreographer got his stuff together to leave. “I am meeting Jungkook and Hoseok at the gym for a lesson over there. Make sure you don’t die here while I’m gone.”

The two idols just laughed a little, but not bothering getting up from the floor as they just laid there both half dead until they heard Seokjin’s phone go off with multiple texts with the mario coin sound. “Somebody really want to get a hold of you.” Namjoon teased.

What he didn’t expect was for Seokjin to blush. “It’s Jaejoong-hyung I said I would be done by now with dance training.” He managed to peel himself off the ground. But instead of standing he crawled to the bag, grabbed his phone before collapsing on the ground again.

“Hyung? You move fast, what does he want?” Namjoon eyeballed his water bottle, thinking for a second about getting up to get it before he just sighed and decided it wasn’t worth it he could die happily here on the floor.

Seokjin giggled a little awkwardly. “He wanted to know if I wanted to stay the night again, apparently he is alone for the night and he has a recipe he wants to try.” Namjoon found it kinda adorable that Seokjin had found friends, and then he remembered what Wonshik had told him. This was what he had talked about, how they all needed friends.

“You should do it.”

Seokjin looked confused at Namjoon. “Are you sure?”

“Taehyung is with Seventeen, Hoseok hyung is with some friends, Yoongi hyung is who even knows anymore. Jungkook is with Vixx and Jimin needs some friends, don’t even argue with me on this one. And you deserve some time to yourself as well. Wonshik made me open my eyes, we aren’t healthy, we need friends that aren’t already our pack or group.”

Seokjin said teasingly. “I feel like we should be worried that Wonshik is about to steal our baby-alpha.”

Namjoon himself laughed at the idea. “If Kookie was an omega, yeah you should probably worry. But if anything he is going to give up halfway through and just mail him back to you.”

“You do have a point, if it wasn’t because they needed an alpha and Taekwoon is… Taekwoon they wouldn’t have an alpha at all.”

The two idols laughed, it felt good. It was the first time in forever Namjoon laughed and had real fun with a BTS member without feeling he wasn’t good enough. Maybe there was still hope for this all to workout, with or without him joining the pack.

Namjoon got up from his spot on the floor finally and sighed. “You go, I have to go and talk with Minnie and Tae,”

“You sure you don’t wanna go and catch dinner first? It can’t be a fun conversation that you need to have.” Seokjin started gathering his things, while texting Jaejoong.

Namjoon just shook his head. “I’m gonna grab something later, I can’t wait with this sadly. Have fun and make friends… Old friends, but friends!”

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[lattefics]

your whisper stilled my heart: ch. 3

Summary: Vex has been raised by her dedicated father, Saundor, since she was stolen away to the Feywild as a babe. Saundor has now requested she steal a mortal soul from the material plane.

Rating: Teen+

Total Words: 7500

Warnings: Child grooming, emotional abuse, kidnapping

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Vax blinked a few times in the direction the woman had run off in. He could feel his mind flailing, the thousands of urges that warred inside him, words rising and falling in waves as he stared at the cobblestone streets until the woman disappeared around the corner.

His chest hurt. Vax looked down at himself, putting a shaky hand over his heart. There was a sharp pain, like someone twisting a thin knife between his ribs, jostling it with each flashing image of the woman through Vax's mind.

By the time he shook himself and looked around with clear eyes, she was nowhere to be found. Vax cursed at himself.

It was a strange coincidence, one that roiled deep in Vax's belly and nested uncomfortably at the base of his spine. His first thought had been holy shit that looks like me who is that a mirror no wait she's a woman but and then she'd run and he hadn't been able to go anywhere with the thought.

His second thought– he wasn't sure but it was the most obvious among the myriad of things flying through his head– was actually a memory, the knowledge trickling in like a river; he'd had a sibling when he was born, who had died of sickness, but his mother had said many times how she wished they were in a good place and happy in their rest. Vax had thought many times how sad it was, that she'd been given two children only to lose one within days, but also relieved; they had little money to spare to begin with and one less child was more coin for his mother to spend on what she needed for herself and Vax.

He shook himself and pulled his mask back into place, his hood over his slick, messy hair. It was a silly thought, that somehow his dead twin had come back. His mother had shown him the little plot behind their house where the infant had been buried when they passed, and Vax had spent a few years trying to grow a garden around it before giving up on the constantly dying plants. 

He knew the child was dead.

The woman he'd just seen was nothing more than a weird coincidence.

He brushed himself off one last time and turned back the way he'd been going, pausing as he did. On the ground was the brooch he'd just sold to the pawn shop, shining in the afternoon light. He bent down, tilting it this and that in his hand.

So. That was what she'd meant by thanking him.

Why she would give back something he'd just sold– something she had clearly bought immediately after– was beyond Vax, but he wouldn't question it. The stupid piece of jewelry from his father's house would fetch another pretty penny; maybe next time he'd ask for more than fifty, since it was clearly worth more.

He slipped the brooch into his bag and kept walking. He'd never had much patience for haggling, and it bit him in the ass sometimes. The fifty gold he had was nice, but between meals and finding places to sleep that had actual roofs and weren't crawling with bugs, it would be gone inside a month, maybe two if he stretched himself thin. And he had that dumb bear to worry about, too.

The farther Vax walked, the more he was forced to slow, a hand coming up to grip at his shirt. Pain had fluttered to life, pulsing weakly just under his ribs. Vax frowned at it, pressing on, looking for a place he could grab a meal without anyone noticing him. He wasn't in the rich part of the city yet– he hated that goddamn area– but if he went much farther he might start to get strange looks for his outfit, so Vax veered, going deeper into the current neighborhood.

Damn, but his chest stung. He stopped, dipping into an alleyway and leaning on a large building wall as he pulled his collar down. Had the tiefling stabbed him somewhere? But no, there were no cuts or stab wounds, or even any bruising that he could see. The pain was like a dozen sharp pin pricks, digging into his bones and spiking every time he moved. Vax frowned and breathed deep, hoping the pain would fade if he rested a moment.

It didn't; if anything, it got worse. Vax hissed to himself and stepped back onto the street. He'd have to deal with it for now if he was going to grab some food for himself and Trinket, cursing his stupid self for even caring about the animal. He was a bear and could very well have hunted for himself, if he didn't insist on staying as close to the city as possible and waiting for Vax to come back every day. He'd go thin from lack of hunting if Vax didn't feed him.

There were a few food vendors in this part of the city, and Vax scoped out the most vulnerable ones, the stands that were too busy to notice missing stock or staffed by someone with too much time and boredom on their hands. Despite the still pressing pain that rose in his chest with every step, Vax shifted his stance, moving his weight to the balls of his feet to slip quietly between the people on the street, sidling up to a stand selling baked goods.

The clerk, an older woman, didn't even glance in his direction as he walked slightly too close to the stand. While she helped a young child buying pastries, Vax slipped a loaf of bread and a few muffins into his bag, walking away without a scratch on him.

He did the same with a fruit stand and a butcher's stall, carrying away a bushel of apples and dried jerky that would please Trinket. He took one piece for himself, munching on it when he was safely away from his targets. It . . . it hurt, going down his throat. Vax paused, biting off another chunk of meat with a frown. It scrapped raw inside him, like it was edged with spikes, and he tucked the food away to take out his water skein and take a long swig.

That hurt too, like swallowing lead, and Vax nearly choked the water back up in shock. What the hell, he was just trying to eat! Vax coughed and capped the water again, a hand going up to his throat to feel around it. No bruising, and he wasn't sick, hadn't been for a few weeks at least. If he'd somehow caught a cold he wouldn't be able to afford the medicine for it.

And yet, spending the coin he would need for it seemed trivial as the stabbing pain in his chest rose up. Vax coughed again, needle sharp pricks digging hard against his ribs, like something small and weak and desperate was clawing at his insides. Fuck, shit, he couldn't remember the last time something had hurt this badly.

Vax hurried out of the street, taking a side path between buildings and ducking into an alcove, out of sight. The needles in his chest kept digging, clawing, like it was trying to rip his ribs out. He blinked a few times, slapped a hand against his chest, but there was no relief to be found.

It twisted sharply and Vax stumbled. His chest throbbed and his head started to pound, a moment before he lost himself completely to blackness.

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He woke up in a bed, and his first thoughts were, fuck, shit, damn it. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, trying to sit up, but his chest still ached and moving felt like when he tried to push Trinket anywhere after the bear had decided, no, it was staying, and plopped his furry ass on the ground.

“Oh! Oh, don't move, please!” A high, delicate voice called out to him, ringing slightly in Vax's confused ears. He huffed, gathering enough of his wits to turn his head and see a very concerned, wide eyed gnome standing next to his bed. “You're up!” she said, smiling at him. Her hair was as bright as the rays of the sun and her smile nearly matched, though there was a waver to it as she watched him. “Are you . . . feeling all right?”

“No,” Vax said immediately, because she was a stranger and he didn’t give a damn about politeness when he didn’t even know where he was. 

“Oh! I'm so sorry, um.” She fluttered a little, shifting between his head and his body, which was twice as big as hers. She was wearing armor, a thick plate set, but the gauntlets had been taken off and her hands were only covered in thin white gloves. “I tried to take a look at you but you weren't bleeding and didn't have any trauma signs that I could see, so I just cast a spell and let you rest.”

. . . ah. Cleric. That made more sense, then.

“Well,” Vax said with a sigh, “whatever power fantasy trip you get out of helping the needy, you can end it right here, because I'm fine and I need to go.” Trinket would still be waiting for him, and who knew how far this bed was from where Vax had apparently fainted.

“What?” the gnome woman turned to him with round, offended eyes, her nose crinkled up adorably in her disgust. “I'm just trying to help.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Vax got his arms underneath him and tried again to sit up, this time with more success as his head cleared, though the twinge in his chest was still there. He hissed as he sat up, patting over his chest with one hand.

“What's wrong?” the woman asked, her tone much more serious as she stepped closer, shoving Vax's hand rudely away to press her own over it. “This hurts? Where? How much?”

“Get off!” Vax snapped, trying to push her back, but when he did she just braced herself against the floor and didn't move. Vax almost crumpled at the unexpectedness of it, his hands twinging as his wrist muscles protested against the hard push on her torso that went exactly nowhere.

“You better do as she says. She knows better than all of us.”

Vax tensed, and turned around slowly.

Someone else had joined them; a human man, taller than Vax, and thinner, with shock white hair and a long, blue coat. He was leaning against the open doorway with an infuriating smirk, and the glasses he wore– four lenses instead of two, a pair of smaller ones attached to the corners of the actual glasses– tipped down his nose as he tilted down to look at the gnome woman. “How's he doing?”

“Stubborn,” she replied with a sniff. “He won't tell me what's wrong.”

“I'm still here,” Vax reminded them loudly. “And I feel fine, so let me go.”

“You clearly don't. I didn't just cast healing spells on you.” The woman's eyes were hard as steel when she met his own. “I know about the curse so you can go ahead and forget about pretending it doesn't exist.”

“C– curse?” Vax sputtered, brows furrowing. “I'm not cursed! Let me leave. If it's money you want I can give you some, all right?” Not that he wanted to throw his hard earned coin at people who had been nothing but rude assholes, but Vax might not have a choice at the moment. 

“Oh, my, he doesn't seem to know.” The man in the doorway shoved off at the hip, sauntering across the room to the small cot Vax still lay on. “Tell me, did you interact with anyone strange lately? Or perhaps commit a crime that you might have gotten an excessive punishment for?”

Vax snorted, refusing to look at either of them. Crime was practically his middle nam at this point; he couldn't remember one from the next if he tried.

The man hummed, tapping a hand against the side of his face, and looked back down at the gnome woman. “Do you have anything that could knock him out again? It might serve us better to try and figure this out while he's asleep.”

“Oi!” Vax snapped, shoving the blankets off his legs. Wherever they were, it was colder than he liked, and he had to fight off a shiver. “This isn't any of your business, all right?” he said, swinging his legs over the side to stand up. “Even if I did have a curse, I don't know who you are so it's not any of your business.”

“But–” the gnome woman started.

“No,” the human man cut in, “if he wants to leave that's his business.” He met Vax's eyes, his own a steely blue behind his ridiculous glasses. “Nevermind that we could potentially help remove such a dangerous curse and give him some peace of mind.”

Vax's mind jumped to the woman, his dead sibling, the sharp pain still eating at the inside of his chest. He put a hand over it, hissing quietly. “I don't–” He inhaled sharply, and repeated, “I don't have any money to pay you, so drop it. I'm fine.”

“We could still–”

“Pike, stop.” The human put a hand on her shoulder. “There's no use forcing him. The door is that way,” he pointed, “and down the hallway on the left. Your, uh . . . pet is waiting for you.”

His pet . . . Vax's eyes went wide.

“Okay, yeah, sorry, I'm outta here. Thanks for the help or whatever but I really need to go.” He hurried past them, clipping the human man on the way out as he scurried out the door and down the hall, shoving the second door open to reveal the city street.

Trinket was there, sitting back on his haunches, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Next to him was a tall, lean woman, her hands around his neck to scratch and ruffle his fur. She had long, gorgeous red hair and a circlet with massive antlers attached, giving her the effect of looking like the world's most beautiful deer.

Vax skirted to a stop, his eyes glued to her. 

She paused in petting Trinket, the little coos she'd been giving him dying in her throat as she looked up and met Vax's eyes. “Oh, hi,” she said, shrinking into herself. “Are you doing okay? Pike said you were really sick and that it might be something dangerous and if she couldn't do anything, I have these herbs that might help–”

“My bear,” Vax blurted, because he had no sense of subtlety. “You, uh. You're petting my bear.”

“Huh? Oh! I'm sorry, should I not have?” The woman's hands shot away and she backed up from Trinket a step, the motion jerking her hair out of place. Vax could see her ears now, with their familiar, rounded point. Shit, she was a half-elf, too. As if he needed reasons to like her more. 

Trinket blinked when the petting stopped and turned to the stranger, pushing against her arm to seek out more attention.

“No, I mean.” Vax swallowed. “It's fine. He's not, ah, he's not really mine, either. I was just . . . surprised, is all. He's never come into the city before.” 

“No?” Keyleth raised a brow as she tentatively reached out to scratch Trinket's nose again. “We only found you because there was a lot of noise and everyone talking about this scary bear watching over some unconscious half-elf. He's not scary at all though! He told me he was worried about you.” She leaned closer, nuzzling her face against Trinket's. “He's a sweet baby, said he loves you.”

Vax's eyes narrowed. “He's a bear. He doesn't talk.”

“Of course not! I talked to him,” she said, like that made any more sense. “Like this!” 

Something happened that Vax couldn't quite detect, but there was a shift as the woman brought a hand to her throat. Her back hunched a few degrees, her eyes were a little less focused, and when she looked at Trinket again she started making bear noises. And not just a person trying to mimic a bear, she sounded like an actual bear.

Vax took a step back at the same time the front door of the small building opened again and the human man stepped out with his gnome friend.

“Ah, she's talking to him again,” he said, as casual as mentioning the weather. “I wonder what they're saying now.”

“She likes him a lot!” The gnome woman– Pike?– stepped up beside Vax, smiling up at him. “She talked to him the whole time we were carrying you here.” 

“Where is 'here',” Vax asked weakly, still watching the woman chat with Trinket.

“Near the edge of the city, north side,” the human said. “We'll be going soon, though, so we'll be out of your hair.”

“Who's house . . .?”

“An abandoned one. We just wanted a place to look at you, with that nasty curse business.”

Vax fluffed up. “I'm not cursed.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Any rebuttal he could give the white haired prick was cut off as the woman looked up, her brow furrowed as whatever spell she'd used faded away and she straightened up. “Why are you still here?!” she asked Vax, her shoulders tensing. 

The swift change in attitude hit Vax like a brick, and he gaped. “Um, I . . .”

“I mean I know you're hurt and all but after what Trinket said I'm surprised you didn't just grab him and run! We've gotta go, now.”

“What the fuck did the bear tell you?” Vax snapped.

The half-elf woman looked close to tears. “That your sister is dying!”

[fucked-up-stoner-girl]

My ex girlfriend

I think it’s about time I make a post about you isn’t it. After all it’s a story I’ve never told.

You were the biggest mistake of my life. Right from the start. I know that sounds harsh but I’m not sorry for saying it because you were.

We were so happy at the start and I don’t regret that, what I regret is When your mum asked me to stay I should have said no.

I should have never moved in with you. In fact I should have saved up and found a place of my own, in my hometown where I belong!

Instead I gave up my family, my friends, my job and college for you. Stupid I know.

Thing is I didn’t see how much of a bad idea it was, not until we got a flat together, after following you to uni and making a mini life in Liverpool.

You ruined that too didn’t you. You dropped out of uni because the student accommodation was too “loud” too busy and too dramatic for you. So you dropped out of uni and ran back home, stupidly I supported you.

Then we got the flat, and the money troubles started because you still wanted to work 16hrs whilst I was doing 40hr weeks. The arguments began and so did the aggression.

We would sit and scream at each other for hours, you’d feel like you’d won when I’d say I was going out to smoke, little did you know I was running to someone else. I always ran to someone else. I still run to her now.

Then last year came, I had my head turned by someone else, someone I’d be chasing for years. I wasn’t happy with you and you didn’t want me and you just let me get on with what I was doing, you knew I was meeting her before and after work in Manchester.

Then I decided that I wanted to fix us, I wanted to really try and make a go of it. You told me you were down for it and that things would change. They never did the arguments got worse and the odd shove would be turned into gripping wrists and arms whilst standing face to face, spitting as we hissed at each other. We were hitting breaking point and I felt completely alone.

So once again I found comfort in someone else, now may I add that I never had sex with anyone but I did cheat. I cheated 4 times. 2 were physical things I did and the other 1 was purely emotional whilst the final person was both physical and emotional.

You never knew this and you never will. I am sorry for that, I’m not proud of it. But you see the ones that were physical that was purely because I could. However the emotional ones were different.

You see, you never payed me any complements, you never made me feel special. You used to make me feel like shit and belittle me all the time especially in front of my friends. I tried so so hard to talk to you about it, but you never listened or cared enough.

The first girl who I “emotionally” cheated on you with, just made me feel normal, I could talk to her we would laugh together and go out drinking or some random place for a walk and just talk for hours. I needed that she helpped me stay sane.

The second girl, taught me that I’m valuable and that I was special and beautiful. She gave me confidence and I found myself making more of an effort to what I was wearing when I would go and see her. I kissed her with no regrets. She made me realise that I shouldn’t be with you anymore, because kissing you compared to kissing her was COMPLETELY different.

You see when I kissed you, it was boring, there wasn’t anything there it was just a quick kiss. But when I kissed her, my heart was beating so quick I thought it would break out of my chest. The butterflies in my stomach had been given the kiss of life after slowly dying in the walls of our relationship. Not to mention a few other things came back to life (I’m sure you can imagine)

You didn’t even have a clue that any of this happened. Yet 2 days after you dumped me. What a relief, I would have done it anyway but you beat me too it. So we agreed that I would save up and move out elsewhere and you’d go home. We’d sleep back to back as far away from each other as possible. You made me miserable.

You told me that everything we had ever planned in our relationship was lie to keep me happy. I’m sorry but who lies to someone about saving up for a mortgage or having kids and getting married who the fuck lies about that? You because you were too weak to say no. It’s discusting that you would do that but at the same time I’m grateful that it never happened because NEVER in a million years would I want a life trapped with you. I would rather wait and meet someone who makes me feel like I have worth and I’m safe and loved. I’d rather wait for someone who actually wants it.

Then came March, even tho we weren’t together I still had to answer to you, I remember coming home and telling you I was staying out for a friends birthday. You weren’t happy and got in a mood with me about it. I on the other hand was knowingly walking out of the flat to go and mess around with someone else. And I did just that. I didn’t have sex with them but we fooled around, that was better than anything you’d done to me in the past 2 1/2 years that we had been together.

We spent all our time together arguing and now the grabbing and the pushing had turned into strangling and punching. I remember one night grabbing your arm as you went to leave the room to stop you, and within seconds I was pinned up by my throat against the door, struggling to breathe. So I did the only thing I could and kicked you into the wall next to us.

You should have left then, it would have been easier but you didn’t. You stayed and all we would do after that is fight and row. Then come your final night here.

It is a night that will be forever etched into my mind. The night of the fight, the night I finally snapped and got sick of your bullshit and abuse. The night I kicked the living shit out of you.

I regret it, so so much because I never ever dreamed in a million years I’d do that to you, but I have to admit, after all the shit and hurt you put me through, there was a part of me so deep in my darkness that really really enjoyed for once making you be the small one. I’m sorry tho, because I did hurt you. Not enough to break bones or put you in hospital but enough to cut and bruise you. For that I’m sorry.

I’m also sorry for saying that if it wasn’t illegal I’d kill you, but at the same time if it wasn’t illegal I probably would have for all the shit you had ever put me through.

But your not innocent tho are you! Because you were the one that started that fight. You got In my face and I pushed you down onto the bed so I could walk away, but you kicked me in the stomach, why would you do that after what I told you? You knew that was something I hated more than any thing! You knew it would have started a fight.

You hit me too, and at one point you had full control over the fight, I couldn’t allow myself to be made to feel small by you anymore so I let go I stopped holding back and started kicking, punching, scratching and biting my way out of this.

You left the next day. Good.

You even tried fucking me over with the bills putting them all in my name and allowing me to find out that for months certain bills hadn’t been paid. I didn’t let that get me because my friends were around me to support me. I had just thought of a plan to get around it all, when max died.

Then I lost my job and bills got worse, but that’s not on you. And you don’t get blamed for that.

But I will NEVER forgive you for the day I found out he died I rang you crying, you were so cold with me. I told you I was going to see molly to support her. What did you do..... you come round the flat and took everything you owned. YOU ENTERED MY HOME AND CLEARED IT OUT THE DAY MY BESTFRIEND DIED.

YOU are nothing but a disrespectful little bitch. I will never forgive you for that. Ever.

But still I tried to keep the peace with you, hell I even met up with you a few times to try and make a friendship, but every time I laid my eyes on you I just saw nothing but hatred.

You sit there and message me about letters you get about bills or whatever and have a go at me. You’re cunt of a mother sits there or walks past me judging me.

Well let me tell you, if you or your mother cause any trouble for me at this flat. If your mother taking legal action against the estate agents causes me to lose my home. I will DESTROY your family.

Don’t think I won’t either, all it takes is one bombshell isn’t it ..... brotherfucker.

Let’s see how well off your family feel once they find out they’ve got incest going on under their roof.

This is a warning shot Katie. Don’t fuck with me.