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bangfantanfic · 11 months

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Bring The Fire: 7

Warnings: May contain mentions of murder, rape, animal abuse/deaths, yandere behavior and sexual scenes.

NOTICE: as this story progresses, I do intend for it to be rather dark. Future themes of this story may become triggering. I do not believe any of BTS would truly behave this way, it is purely imaginative. Please do not repost this anywhere.

Genres: Yandere, romance, Royal!AU, Isekai.

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Spring had settled, the snow all but an unpleasant memory. The chill to the air still hung heavy in the early hours of the morning, but by early afternoon the sun had warmed the air. You would be a liar if you said you weren’t curious how Spring looked in the Empire, just how different did it feel compared to your timeline? Everything felt different compared to where you were supposed to be. But maybe that’s nothing unusual. You weren’t even sure if this was a different timeline. What if it was a whole different universe? Or, the easiest theory to stomach, a coma dream. Maybe none of this was real and you were in a hospital bed, drugged out of your mind, and having crazy dreams.

The last option seemed the most likely, and the most comforting.

Still, you were desperate to find out what exactly was going on. You needed answers and a way home. Returning back home (if it was even possible) was your number one priority. Whatever you returned to didn’t matter, anything would be better than whatever the fuck was going on here. Asking Deoksun for help had been awkward. You couldn’t tell her exactly what was going on, as much as you love the girl, you couldn't risk her running back to Namjoon and confirming his suspicions that you were in fact a witch. Who would believe you? How could you explain that an attempted suicide had landed you here? Wherever you are. You know damn well you wouldn’t believe it.

You had asked Deoksun if she knew of anyone who was able to read futures, read palms– anything of the sort. She had eyed you with as much suspicion as you had assumed she would. She had a few questions, all of which you were eager to answer, telling as much truth as you could without letting her know too much. You had explained you wanted to know your future, was marrying Prince Seokjin a good choice? What was life going to look like if you agreed? The maid had eyed you up and down, her nose scrunched up before she had shaken her head and told you she didn’t know anyone who was able to do such things, but she would look into it. That had been some weeks ago, and you hadn’t heard any news on the subject since. You didn’t want to push her, but what if she had forgotten?

You had officially been here for just over two months. Namjoon had kept you isolated from himself, and his brothers. You were still stuck with the company of the old toad, your teacher, and sweet Deoksun. You loved the maid, but she was still just a child. She wasn’t a person you could confide in. So you have taken up journaling. It has been therapeutic, helping you get all your lingering thoughts out of your mind. Of course, you had been careful with what you had written, just to be safe. You couldn’t risk someone reading anything.

The last two months had been incredibly lonely. Usually, you didn’t mind your own company, back home you had even relished in it. Now you realize, that without modern-day technology, you were most definitely not built to be alone. But, you were certain this was Namjoon’s plan. You wanted you alone, isolated. If he could get you desperate enough for human contact, maybe you would give him whatever information he was so desperate for. But what could you even say? You had told him the truth, and lying wasn’t an option. Agreeing to his suspicions was out of the question. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought of admitting to witchcraft, even if it was a lie. What would he do?

The princes still sent small notes to your room, some nights you heard them by your door, pacing before slipping envelopes under the door. At first, you had ignored the letters, throwing them into the fireplace unopened. You would watch the fire eat away their words, a sense of satisfaction in your chest. But as weeks went by and loneliness began to eat away at you, burning their letters no longer gave you any satisfaction. You had begun to read their notes and letters, but you never responded. A small pathetic part of you was relieved they hadn’t forgotten you yet, that they still thought of you. It made you feel a little less lonely.

How pathetic.

Namjoon still allowed you to go outside twice a week, always accompanied. You had been assigned a regular guard, a man roughly your age, named Wonwoo. He was tall, quiet, and handsome. Wonwoo took his job seriously, never letting you stray too far. He kept you at arm's length at all times. You assumed Namjoon gave him details on what everyone's schedules were, seeing as most days he avoided going to certain areas of the palace. You had yet to run into the princes yet. You couldn’t help but feel a teeny tiny bit thankful toward Namjoon for the effort, he may think it was a punishment but in all honesty, you didn’t want to see them as much as Namjoon didn’t want to see you. It worked in your favor.

Deoksun hadn’t accompanied you on your morning walk, which was a first. When Wonwoo arrived at your door, the young girl missing from his side, it almost had you declining your only form of ‘freedom’. The guard had given you a deadpan look, arms crossed over his wide chest as he looked down on you.

“I’m a busy man, Lady Kim. I have far better things to do with my time, so please, make a decision.”

The bitter bite to his words had your pettiness bubble over. You may not want to go, but you’ll put on your big girl pants and be off. If it would piss off the man, you would be damned if you declined.

Huffing, hiking your poofy hanbok into your hands you shoved passed the man, marching down the hall. The Palace which had once felt like an unfamiliar maze was slowly becoming familiar. Maybe not the entire building, but the halls that you needed to know were engraved into your brain at this point. Every outing started on the same route, with a few changes depending on the Prince's schedule.

Your door slammed shut, heavy footsteps thundering behind you until your guard was at the same pace he always was. In the beginning, you had hoped to form a friendship with the man, desperation clinging to you heavily. You had tried everything you could to get the man to conversate with you, and every time he brushed you off. You were nothing more than a nuisance to the man. You had learned that quickly. You had also quickly learned he was easily irritated, often biting his tongue to hold back scolding you for running off or being too loud. So on the days he seemed particularly pissed off with your existence, you made sure to do everything you could to worsen his mood. You had very few joys in this life, you’d be damned if you didn’t take advantage of annoying an unnecessarily attractive, moody guard.

“Lady Kim, please stay close.” Wonwoo groaned, his pace picking up.

You ignored the man's begging, your steps picking up speed. The sun was out surprisingly early, reflecting off the dewy grass. It had rained heavily the night before, leaving the grass soaked through., and the earth mushy. You missed your boots. The hem of your dress was caked with mud, and for a moment you felt guilty. It was such a pretty outfit, and you had ruined it within only two hours of putting it on. Deoksun was going to be so upset with you.

The stables come into view, and your excitement picks up. Deoksun and Wonwoo had shown you the horse stables two weeks before, introducing you to the giant horses bred for battle. You had never seen horses so large before. Deoksun had been so excited to show you the beasts, that even Wonwoo had a little pep in his step. But your attention had been ripped away when your eyes landed on the fattest cat you had ever seen! The tabby was waddling toward the stables, its stomach bulging at the sides. You could have cried in delight. Deoksun had quickly explained the tabby was the pest control for the stables, her name was ‘Cat’, so very creative. She also happened to be heavily pregnant, hence the roundness. You had quickly befriended the cat, surprised with how friendly she was. You had honestly expected her to be feral.

Since then, you had begged to visit the stables in the hope of kittens. You had even snuck some chicken and other meats into your sleeves to bring along to bribe the cat to be your friend, and it had been working. Unfortunately, you didn’t have any leftovers for your new friend. You were a little worried she wouldn’t like you as much without the treats.

As you reached the back entrance of the stables, you made a beeline for where Cat had been setting up her nesting spot. She had been a little thief, stealing cloths and other soft things from the palace to make her birthing place as comfortable as possible. You had even brought along a blanket from your room to give to the sweet girl. Your excitement quickly disappeared at the sight of a trail of blood leading to where Cat was nesting. Your stomach tightened, that was too much blood to be from birthing. You turned on your heel, bumping into Wonwoo’s chest. The man grunted, his back going rigid.

He stepped around you, following the trail stopping at the pile of loose straw and bedding that you had helped the animal build up over the last few visits. The poor cat had been torn to shreds, by what he could only assume was a dog. It looked like the babies had been eaten, considering there weren't any of their bodies around. He knew the cat had given birth a few days after the Lady’s last visit, but she wasn’t aware. Deoksun had wanted to surprise her.

Wonwoo signed, rubbing his hand over his face. The poor girl was going to be devastated, he couldn’t let her see the gory scene. Making his way back to where he had left the Lady, he frowned, finding the space now empty. Wonwoo felt his heart rate accelerate. If he lost the damned woman, he would lose his head– and he was quite happy with his head where it was!

“Put it down.” You shrieked.

Wonwoo felt his bones nearly melt in relief at the sound of his Lady’s voice. Quickly, the guard took off toward the direction her voice had sounded from. He found the woman at the front entry of the stable, one hand on her hip while the other pointed toward a man's back.

“I said, put it down!” She hissed, crouching down to pick up a small stone.

Wonwoo eyed the man’s back, his brain working overtime trying to figure out how–why– a man's back was so familiar to him. His eyes widened, scrambling to grab your arm as you pulled back, but he was too slow. The stone had left your palm, soaring a short distance before hitting the man in the back of the head.

The man spun on his heel, eyes narrowed with unfiltered rage.

Prince Min Yoongi, future Emperor.

Yoongi had skipped his morning engagements. Meeting women of noble clans wasn’t exactly the way Yoongi had wanted to spend his morning. Families he couldn’t remember tripping over themselves to catch his attention, begging for their daughter to be the next Empress. It was embarrassing, honestly. Instead, he decided to take Taehyung and Jeongguk's dogs out with him. By order of the Emperor, Yoongi wasn’t supposed to go anywhere alone. Guards were always supposed to be flanking him. But sometimes, a man just needed his own space. The dogs were trained just as well as any royal guard– they were also excellent hunters. Unfortunately, they weren’t always the best listeners. His brothers were far too lenient on the mutts.

He had honestly tried to rein them in when they had spotted the tabby cat trying to sneak its way back into the stables. But they were Poongsan’s, famous Korean hunting dogs. What was he supposed to do? Stop their instincts? If he could act on his own, so could the dogs. Yoongi had hung back, listening to the dog's joyful barking and the cat's pained screeching. It was over quickly, for him at least. But to his surprise, one of the dogs returned with a tiny tiny kitten hanging from its mouth, unscathed. He plucked the tiny thing from the dog's mouth, holding it up to inspect it. It was tiny. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he had ever seen a living thing quite this small.

It was all black except for a tiny white spot between its nose and mouth. The closer he inspected it, he realized it was wounded. A small amount of its ear had been ripped off. Not enough to kill the thing, but what chances does it have without a mother?

Sighing, the prince held the tiny creature out toward the dogs, taunting them. The tiny kitten whined in his grip as he swayed it around, the dog's tails wagging as they watched eagerly. They wanted it, and he would gladly let them fight for it. As he pulled his arm back to throw the creature to the dogs a loud voice caught him off guard.

He turned, raising a scarred brow to the woman. He hadn’t seen her before, but judging from her attire, she was well off. His best guess was she was here to be introduced to him, a prospective bride. She was certainly pretty, but what drew him in was the rage in her eyes. The woman looked positively murderous. Her chest heaved in anger, her hand shaking as she pointed to the rat-like creature in his hand.

“What, this thing?” He questioned innocently, looking down at the newly lowered kitten. He pursed his lips. “No, I don’t think I will.” He grinned, turning back to the dogs that had begun to whine.

The woman let out a sound of anger. Yoongi could practically feel the heat radiating from her body from the few feet away she stood. He could hear her shifting behind him, getting slightly closer, only to freeze when the dogs growled at her.

“My dogs are hungry.” He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder and giving her a lazy smile. Turning back to the dogs he waved the cat around again, reigniting the dog's excitement

“I said, put it down!” She hissed.

A new set of footsteps had caught Yoongi’s attention, but he didn’t bother to look toward it. His heart was beating erratically, a new emotion he wasn’t familiar with pulsing through his veins. It felt similar to excitement, but the word didn’t sit quite right. This wasn’t excitement, thrilling absolutely, but that wasn’t right either. He wasn’t sure there was a word to describe whatever it was that he was feeling. Whatever it is, he wasn’t sure he liked it, but fuck was he already addicted to the feeling.

Yoongi made a move to toss the animal to the dogs, but the moment his shoulders had flexed, the woman seemed to have noticed. Something hard hit the back of his head, a soft thud. It didn’t hurt, but anger filled his veins. In all his years, not a single person (besides maybe his brothers or father) had ever disrespected him in such a way. Who in their right mind throws something at a prince? Let alone their future Emperor.

Yoongi felt possessed, his body moving on his own accord. Soon he stood only inches away from the woman, who only stared back with a hard glare. He could see the way her body trembled, she was scared despite the expression she bore.

“Do you know who I am?” He asked softly, his eyes burning into hers.

The woman's shoulders raised, before dropping back into place. “An ass-”

“Forgive her, your Highness! She is new to the Empire, she is still learning.” Her guard cut in, stepping in front of her, bowing deeply. He kept his gaze to the muddy grounds.

“Then allow me to educate you.” Yoongi gritted out, straightening himself up. “I am the Prince of this empire, the future Emperor, Min Yoongi.”

The woman scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. Her eyes flickers towards the kitten in his hands for a split second, relief seeming to flicker across her features before hardening once again.

“I’ve already met the Princes.” She scoffed, waving a hand around him. “You aren’t one of them.”

The guard groaned, his face paling as he straightened himself up, leaning over to the woman's ear, whispering. Yoongi strained himself trying to hear what he said, but failed. Whatever it was, the woman's face scrunched up for a moment before she turned to face the guard in disbelief.

“You mean to tell me there’s seven of them!”

You felt sick.

You had been horrified at the thought of four princes. That seemed too many, but seven? Somebody needed to castrate the Emperor right this instant.

Your body seemed to act on its own, your back bending, nearly sending you face first into the mud. You may not have had many people to be bowing to over these last few weeks, but your teacher had basically beaten it into you. Bow, bow, bow.

“My apologies, Your Highness.” You gritted out, arms crossed over your stomach.

The man snorted, his empty hand wrapping around the neat bun on top of your head. He pulled your head up into an awkward angle, forcing you to cock your neck in an awkward angle to look up at him. The man grinned, the whites of his teeth and pink of his gums on display. He looked cute, almost childish, and you hated yourself for thinking that. But even you could admit that he was a soft looking man, even with the harsh scar over his brow and eye. It was the dark look swirling in his eyes that alerted you to the fact that this man’s looks were only there for a false sense of security.

“You don’t sound sincere at all.” He frowned, his grip tightening on the tiny kitten in his other hand.

The tiny cry of the kitten had your heart aching. It was true, you weren't apologetic at all. Not even a little bit. This lunatic was about to feed one of Cat’s babies to his dogs! How on earth were you the one having to apologize for his terrible actions?

“Please, accept my sincerest apologies, Prince Yoongi. My behavior was uncalled for, I promise you it will never happen again.” The words tasted bitter on your tongue as you forced the most sincerity into your words as you could.

Your words seemed to have worked, a new look ignited in the prince's eyes as he looked over your face.

“You promise?”

Your stomach churned at the look that flashed across the mans eyes. You weren't entirely sure what it meant, but you were smart enough to know it wasn't good. Min Yoongi set a chill in your blood, he made every cell in your body scream. You had though Prince Namjoon was a man of power, a man of danger. You didn't believe you could fear anymore more than you had feared Namjoon.

Yoongi had proved you wrong.

All you could do was stiffly nod your head, your body physically going against the action.

A grin spread across the mans pink lips, a look of pride in his eyes.

"Good girl."

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A/N: Hey all! Welcome back! I’m so sorry for how long this took, life has been less than pleasant! Hopefully my next update will be more interesting, and much sooner. As always, feedback is welcome and very wanted! It’s very helpful in kicking my ass into gear! I thrive off of encouragement lmao.

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kanasmusings · 1 year

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[English Subs DL] Banana Fish Stage Play Part 1 & Part 2

Hello, friends~! I come to you this time with English subs for the Banana Fish stage plays~! Thank you to @emerald-trashart for requesting me to do both plays! I had such a blast working on it even though it got a bit overwhelming and heavy at times (because Banana Fish (╥_╥))

The stage play is just so amazing, and beautifully made...! I went into this not knowing what to expect, and I came out of it just mesmerized. If you're familiar with Banana Fish, of course it will be as heavy as its source material, but I think that you would enjoy it! The production did a really great job respecting and staying true to the events of its source, and I think long-time fans would love it ^^

The actors, too...! They were so great at their roles, and gosh the emotions and intensity they portrayed were really convincing. Mizue Kenta and Okamiya Kurumu were so perfect as Ash and Eiji, and their chemistry was just beautiful T^T>

Alright, enough rambling! I'll let the stage play speak for itself! (￣▽￣)

For those who are interested in getting the Blu-rays for themselves, I’ll provide links below~ BD Purchase Links: (From Animate JP) BANANA FISH PART 1 | BANANA FISH PART 2 * Purchase links would require proxy since the BDs are sold-out on CDJapan and were requested through proxy either way. I couldn't find them on Animate International either ^^;

Notes, disclaimers, trigger warnings, and link under the cut, enjoy~! (Long post ahead ^^;)

NOTES:

※ THE FILE IS SUBTITLES ONLY, VIDEO IS NOT INCLUDED!

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Heavy mentions/depictions of drugs/drug abuse, sexual abuse (rape, pedophilia, child prostitution/pornography, among others), mental disorders/illnesses, gun violence, racism, general gang violence, suicide, death.

Above themes are rampant in both stages, so please watch with caution. If you start feeling uncomfortable or anxious, please take a step back and stop watching until you feel better.

For those who want to start watching the anime after getting into it from the stage play, please refer to these guides for trigger warnings: Twitter | IMDb

MISC. NOTES:

From what I remember, the stage play follows the manga more than the anime (since the anime changed some stuff). So if something from the stage was not in the anime, you can check the manga for them ^^

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lynnettys-world · 5 months

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Nine – Messing With The Wrong Hybrids}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 7.8k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: WARNING THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MENTIONS OF ABUSE, DEATH, RAPE, MOLESTATION, ABDUCTION, EXPLICIT PROFANITY AND GRAPHICAL MURDER. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION⚠️

NOTE: The warning label has been thoughtfully placed at both the beginning and end of the content to ensure that individuals who may be easily triggered are given ample opportunity to avoid viewing it.

TRANSLATIONS

Un diavolo è stato risvegliato ed è ora pronto a divorare le anime di coloro che osano provocarlo: A devil has awoken and is now ready to devour the souls of those who dare provoke it

Sorellina: Baby sis

Fratello: Older brother

La tua morte sarà così dolorosa che desidererai di aver venduto la tua anima al diavolo: your death will be so painful you'll wish you sold your soul to the devil

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Heaven's POV

It has been a week since Jay told me about Jeong-sin and Woobin's sudden move for revenge, and I've been feeling uneasy ever since. Taking down woobin would be relatively easy for me, but my primary concern lies with the safety of the boys.

The boys are relatively new here, embracing their newfound freedom and camaraderie. I can't help but worry that their presence puts them at risk. While I have full confidence in my ability to protect them, the unpredictability of the situation keeps me on edge.

I've made a promise to myself to ensure the boys' safety and provide them with the life they deserve, a commitment I intend to uphold for the rest of my days. Their well-being is my top priority.

Lately, I've observed significant progress in the boys, particularly Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. They have been dedicated to their training, and it's starting to show. One notable change is their growing comfort around humans; they no longer shy away or lower their gaze when conversing with humans, a significant milestone for hybrids like them.

I've noticed that my hybrids haven't shifted at all ever since I removed the nano chips designed to alter their DNA. These chips were originally intended to prevent them from transforming into their animal forms. While I'm relieved that they no longer have this restriction, I can't help but worry about the impact it may have on their ability to connect with their animal sides.

I don't want to pressure them to shift, as I believe it's a personal and innate process. However, I also don't want them to unintentionally limit themselves from fully embracing their dual nature. Developing a strong bond with their animal counterparts is important for their well-being and overall identity.

I'll continue to observe and support them as they navigate this journey of self-discovery and transformation. My hope is that they will eventually feel comfortable enough to embrace all aspects of themselves, both human and animal, without any external limitations.

I was sitting at my desk in my cozy home office, surrounded by piles of work files that needed my attention. The only sound in the room was the soft scratching of my pen against paper as I reviewed documents and made notes. Suddenly, the peace was interrupted by the sound of my brother Marcus entering the room, his usually calm demeanour replaced by a look of anxiety and distress.

Marcus was always the hardest of my four siblings to understand. He had a way of keeping his emotions hidden, his facial expressions often unreadable. Even when he was engaging in what he jokingly referred to as 'the devil's playground,' where he would release hell on those who crossed him, his demeanour remained cool and collected.

So, seeing him in a state of panic was a rarity that sent a shiver down my spine. I could tell something serious had happened, or was about to happen, to prompt such a reaction from him.

"Marcus, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern as I watched him struggle to find the right words to express himself.

He hesitated, his words coming out in a jumble of stammers and half-sentences. It was clear that whatever had shaken him to this extent was serious.

"The b-boys... Namj- all-'' Marcus trailed off, unable to complete his sentence.

My mind raced as I tried to make sense of his fragmented words. The boys? My hybrids? The thought sent a chill down my spine. This couldn't be happening.

"Spit it out already! What has happened?!" I demanded, my voice rising in panic as I braced myself for the worst.

"They have been taken," Marcus whispered, his words hitting me like a ton of bricks.

As I processed Marcus's words, disbelief washed over me. Taken? How? By whom? I had just left them after breakfast to attend to some urgent business. The mere thought of them being missing sent shivers down my spine.

My trembling voice failed to mask the rising panic within me. "You're j-joking right?! This is a prank, right? Dante put you up to this, haha...you guys got me, it's not funny," I stammered, desperately grasping for any explanation other than the dreadful truth.

But Marcus's solemn expression dashed any hopes of it being a joke. His eyes bore into mine, conveying a reality I wasn't prepared to face. "No, it's not," he affirmed, his voice heavy with the weight of the revelation.

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind. No, this can't be happening. They must be playing hide-and-seek in the backyard, or so I desperately tried to convince myself. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the echoes of my own racing heartbeat.

I quickly rushed out of my office, the urgency of the situation propelling me forward. Panic and confusion gripped me as I frantically searched through the entire mansion, my heart racing as I almost didn't notice the chaos that had unfolded in my own home.

The scene that greeted me was straight out of a nightmare - bloodstains marked the walls and floors, lifeless bodies scattered around, and the acrid smell of smoke hung heavily in the air. Firefighters and police officers were bustling about, putting out the flames and gathering statements from the shaken staff members.

How could this have happened under my own roof? The feeling of disbelief and powerlessness washed over me as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. I prided myself on being in control, on knowing everything that transpired within these walls. Yet, I had failed to prevent this catastrophe.

As I frantically tried to piece together what had gone wrong, it dawned on me that my office, my sanctuary within the mansion, was completely soundproof. A measure I had taken to shield myself from distractions, it now seemed like a cruel irony. The security alarms and cameras I had installed as a precaution now felt like a mocking reminder of my oversight.

Questions and doubts swirled in my mind, each more damning than the last. Why hadn't anyone alerted me to the danger? How had I been so oblivious to the brewing storm within my own home? The weight of my own ignorance bore down on me, a heavy burden of guilt and regret.

In that moment of clarity, a cold realisation gripped me - my arrogance and complacency had endangered everyone under my roof. The safety of my loyal employees, the well-being of those who served me without question, all had been jeopardized because of my own negligence.

The sinking feeling of failure gnawed at me, a bitter taste of remorse colouring my thoughts. I had been so sure of my invincibility, so certain that no one would dare challenge me, especially within the confines of my own domain. And yet, here I stood, a mere shadow of the woman I thought I was, my bravado shattered by the harsh reality of the present situation.

As the gravity of the situation sank in, a new sense of determination took hold. I would not rest until I had uncovered the truth, until I had rescued my boys and restored order to my shattered home.

I glanced around the room and spotted Andre and Dante engrossed in a conversation with Mr. Kim, a private investigator who had been working with our family for years. As I focused on them, I noticed the nurse tending to Dante's wound. My heart skipped a beat as concern flooded my mind. Our family lived an unpredictable life, constantly at risk of threats and danger. Even though we were well-prepared and skilled, the dangers always managed to find a way to inflict harm upon us.

I rushed towards Dante, my mind racing with worry. The sight of him injured stirred a mix of fear and protectiveness within me. I couldn't bear to see my loved ones in pain or in harm's way. Despite Dante being older than me by a year, I couldn't help but feel overly protective of him, as if he were the youngest in our family.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with concern as I reached Dante's side.

"I'm fine, sorellina," Dante reassured me with a weak smile, trying to downplay the severity of his injury. "It's just a scratch," he added, trying to ease my worries.

As Andre finished talking to the investigator and approached me, his face was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. I could feel the weight of his words even before they left his lips, and I braced myself for the gut-wrenching truth that was about to unfold.

"Heaven, I'm sorry I couldn't protect them," Andre's voice cracked with raw emotion, and my heart clenched in response. His words echoed in my mind, each syllable heavy with guilt and regret. I could see the anguish etched on his features, the burden of failure weighing him down.

"I tried, I really did," Andre continued, his voice steadier now, but the pain still lingering beneath the surface. "But it all just happened so fast, we were so unprepared, unaware." His words hung in the air, a haunting reminder of the chaos that had descended upon us.

"I know who took them," he declared, his voice resolute.

My mind raced as he revealed the truth behind the attack.

Jeong-sin.

That bastard had orchestrated the assault on our estate with ruthless precision. His men had slipped past our defences, exploiting our vulnerabilities and striking when we least expected it.

"And I swear, even if it costs my life, I will bring them back." The intensity in his gaze was unwavering, a promise forged in steel.

I tried to speak, to offer words of solace or reassurance, but the lump in my throat choked back any sound. Tears threatened to spill over, but I held them in check, refusing to crumble under the weight of despair. I had to be strong, for them, for the boys who were now out there, lost and vulnerable.

Tight hugs were exchanged with my brothers before I decided to make my way upstairs. The thought of them following me made my heart ache, so I was relieved to find myself climbing the stairs alone, avoiding a potential emotional breakdown in front of them.

Skipping the elevator, I made my way to the third floor where both my room and the hybrids' rooms were positioned. Moving from one room to another, I collected each of their hoodies, finding solace in the familiarity of their scents.

Finally settling into the large room where the boys used to hang out, I allowed the weight of the situation to hit me. As I curled up on the couch, surrounded by their hoodies, the tears began to flow uncontrollably. It was a release I hadn't experienced in a long time, each teardrop carrying the weight of the emotions I had been holding back.

In that moment of vulnerability, I realised just how much these guys meant to me. Their absence felt like a gaping hole in my chest, a void that couldn't be filled. The depth of my emotions took me by surprise, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

As the tears continued to fall, I couldn't help but reflect on the bond that we shared.

When my eyes finally gave out and I was unable to cry anymore, I just lay there, feeling limp and soulless. It was as if a piece of me had been taken away, leaving a hollow emptiness in its wake.

As the silence enveloped me, my mind drifted down memory lane, reliving all the precious moments we had shared. I could almost hear Jungkook and Taehyung bickering over who would get to have pets first, their playful banter filling the room with warmth. Yoongi, ever the quiet one, would come and rest his head on my lap, seeking comfort in our little family.

I could picture Hobi meticulously grooming his tail before moving on to groom Jimin, who was lazily sprawled out on the couch. Their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the love we all shared.

Jin, the eternal caretaker, would be in the kitchen, lost in thought as he planned out our next meal. Namjoon, always the intellectual, would be seated by the window, engrossed in a book, his eyes dancing with curiosity and wonder.

The memories flooded my mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what once was. It almost felt as though they were still here with me, their presence lingering in the air like a faint whisper. The ache in my heart grew stronger, and I could feel the tears welling up once again, threatening to spill over.

I slowly rose from the spot where I had been wallowing in heartache and despair for what felt like an eternity. The weight of grief bore down on me, making each movement a struggle, but I fought through the pain. As I stood up, a fire ignited within me.

"I am Heaven fucking Valentino," I whispered to myself, my voice filled with determination. "I will not allow myself to drown in tears any longer. I will find a way to bring my boys back, no matter the cost."

The thought of the ones who had taken my loved ones away from me fueled a rage that I had kept hidden, right beneath the surface, like a dark entity had consumed me.

They would pay for their actions, they would suffer as I had suffered. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white with determination.

A sinister thought crept into my mind, a darkness that I had never known before.

"Un diavolo è stato risvegliato ed è ora pronto a divorare le anime di coloro che osano provocarlo," I thought, the words dripping with malice. A devil had been awoken within me, and it hungered for vengeance.

Nothing would stand in the way of me reuniting with my boys. I would move heaven and earth, confront demons and angels, if that's what it took to bring them back to me.

They may have thought they had won by taking my loved ones away, but they had awoken a force within me that would not rest until justice was served.

I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The road to redemption would be long and treacherous, but I was determined to walk it, no matter the cost. The echoes of my vow filled the room, a solemn oath to myself and to my hybrids.

3rd Person's POV

~3 Weeks Later: Unknown~

The cold, damp air clung to the seven unclothed hybrids as they found themselves chained to the unforgiving stone wall. They were huddled together, their bodies pressed tightly against one another for some semblance of warmth and comfort. Each of them bore an expression of defeat, their eyes vacant and haunted by the horrors they had endured.

Despite the physical closeness, a palpable sense of isolation hung heavy in the air. The chains that bound them served as a cruel reminder of their captivity, stripping them of their autonomy and dignity. They felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly powerless in the face of their oppressors.

Every breath they took was laced with fear and uncertainty. The promise of freedom had been nothing but a cruel illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of their existence. They had dared to dream of equality, of a world where they could coexist with humans without fear or prejudice. But now, as they huddled together in chains, they knew that those dreams were nothing but a fantasy.

Regret gnawed at them, a bitter taste in their mouths as they reflected on their misplaced trust. They had believed in a future where they could stand proudly alongside their human counterparts, where they could claim their rightful place in society. But now, as they trembled in the darkness, they realized the futility of their hopes.

The weight of betrayal bore down on them, crushing their spirits as they grappled with the harsh truth of their situation. The promises of liberty and freedom had been nothing more than empty words, designed to placate and deceive. Their hopes had been manipulated, their trust exploited for the benefit of those who saw them as nothing more than objects to be controlled.

A sense of helplessness settled over them, suffocating in its intensity. They knew that resistance would only bring more pain, more suffering. And so, they clung to each other, seeking solace in the simple act of being together in their shared despair.

As they shivered in the darkness, a flicker of defiance sparked within them. Despite their desolation, a glimmer of determination kindled in their hearts. They may have been chained, they may have been broken, but they refused to be silenced.

~FLASHBACK: Day After The Kidnap~

Ice-cold water splashed over their huddled forms, shrieks of shock and surprise filling the dimly lit room. The abrupt intrusion of reality yanked them from the depths of slumber, their bodies tensing with immediate alertness.

“Wake up, filthy hybrids!” The voice that cut through the air was raspy and harsh, carrying the weight of authority and disdain.

The hybrids stirred, their eyes flickering open to survey their surroundings with a mix of confusion and apprehension. The man loomed over them, his features contorted into a scowl that radiated contempt and power. It didn't take long for the hybrids to piece together the grim situation they found themselves in.

“SHUT UP!” The command was barked out with force, causing them to flinch at the sheer hostility in his tone.

The Jaguar growled low in his throat, a primal instinct rising to the surface in the face of perceived threat. Before he could react further, a surge of electricity coursed through his body, convulsing him in agony as he let out a pained cry.

“Growl at me again, and I'll shock another one of you motherfuckers.” The threat hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. The hybrids, though seething with suppressed rage and defiance, wisely chose to hold their tongues and contain their feral impulses.

Where were they? They had been playing outside in the warm afternoon sun when chaos erupted. The sound of the explosion still echoed in their ears, and the sight of the armed men storming towards them was etched in their memories.

They had fought back, the adrenaline coursing through their veins giving them a surge of strength. But the men had been too many, too well-equipped, and soon darkness had claimed them.

Now, they found themselves in a dimly lit room, the cold metal bars of a cage enclosing them. Panic gripped their hearts as they scanned their unfamiliar surroundings, searching for a way out, for any sign of hope. Where were they? How had they ended up here?

Amidst the confusion and fear, another thought nagged at them – Heaven. Was she safe? Did she even know they were missing? The boys were desperate for answers, for reassurance that their Human was unharmed.

Their musings were interrupted by the harsh voice of a man in the shadows. His words cut through the silence like a knife, filled with malice and contempt. He spoke of Heaven in a way that made the boys bristle with anger, his crude insinuations igniting a fierce protectiveness within them.

"That woman is one kinky bitch," the man sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "I'm not surprised, it's always the stuck-up ones that tend to be wolves in sheep's clothing." His words were like poison, fueling the fire of rage in the boys' hearts.

In that moment, they felt a bond of solidarity with Heaven, a fierce determination to protect her honour and dignity. The man's attempt to degrade her only strengthened their resolve, their loyalty unwavering.

“I bet you pleasure her every night, making her moan as she glorifies herself in her fortune,” the man continued, his words laced with contempt.

Yoongi's eyes blazed with unbridled fury, his chest heaving with rage as he glared at the man in front of him. How dare this despicable human talk about Heaven in such a disrespectful way?

“You think you can speak about Heaven like that, you disgusting excuse for a human?” Yoongi's voice was low, sharp with anger.

He could feel the tension crackling in the air, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he shook the cage with a violent fervour. The man, unfazed by Yoongi’s display of rage, smirked.

“Who the hell do you think you are talking to, you pathetic excuse of an experiment?” The man’s voice dripped with contempt as he raised a shock stick, threateningly advancing towards Yoongi. But Yoongi stood his ground, his defiance unwavering.

No one was allowed to disrespect the one human that Yoongi held dear. His loyalty to Heaven burned like a fierce flame within him, guiding his actions as he faced off against the man with the shock stick.

As the man poised to strike with the shock stick, Yoongi’s muscles tensed, gripping the bars of the cage and just as the man's arm swung forward,

“NOW!” Yoongi's voice boomed through the room, a command that sent a ripple of urgency through the other hybrids. With a synchronised effort, they threw themselves against the cage, their combined strength testing the limits of its hinges.

The metal groaned under the force of their combined efforts, straining against the weight of the hybrids pushing against it. The tension in the room was palpable as the cage creaked and shuddered.

And then, with one final push, the cage gave way. The door swung open with a loud clang, sending the man stumbling back in shock. Yoongi emerged from the confines of his prison, his eyes ablaze with determination as he faced down his captor.

As they were finally set free from the confines of their cage, the man's trembling hands gripped the shock stick tightly as he stumbled backward in fear. His attempts to assert authority were feeble as he waved the weapon in front of the liberated hybrids, his voice quivering with false bravado.

“S-stay back, you freaks! I won't hesitate to use this!” he stammered, his words lacking the conviction needed to command respect.

As the ragtag group made their way out of the cage, there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. A collective hush fell over them, their bodies frozen in a moment of eerie stillness. Gradually, their once-human eyes darkened, their forms contorting as claws and fangs emerged, transforming them into grotesque, bestial figures.

The sight was nothing short of ghastly; their twisted appearances bordered on the demonic, exuding an aura of malevolence that chilled the very air around them.

“What in the world?!” The man's voice cracked with disbelief, his fear escalating as he scrambled to his feet. “I didn't think you could get any freakier than this, you sick freaks, back off!” his panicked words failed to mask the rising terror in his tone.

In a fatal misjudgment, the man's futile attempt to stand his ground prompted one of the hybrids—a jaguar-human hybrid—to launch a vicious attack. With a primal snarl, the hybrid leaped upon him, driving its elongated claws deep into the man's chest. A piercing scream of agony pierced the air as the hybrid dragged its lethal appendage down the man's writhing form, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.

“What was that you said, huh?” a guttural voice, dripping with malice, cut through the man's cries of pain. It was Yoongi, his once-familiar voice now distorted by an otherworldly presence, bearing no semblance to the man he once was.

Rendered speechless by searing pain, the man could only gasp in torment as Yoongi's words, laced with venom, reverberated in the air.

Observing the brutal scene unfolding before them, the other hybrids wore twisted grins of satisfaction, relishing the man's suffering as though it were a perverse form of retribution.

“You are tainted with the stench of decay, a foul odour that sickens me. I despise the smell of rot, but the scent of your putrid flesh decomposing shall be a welcome change,” Yoongi's voice, now a sinister growl, resonated with a primal thirst for vengeance. His words dripped with a chilling promise of further violence, a dark vendetta incarnate.

As Yoongi stood there, looking at the grisly scene he had created, a small sense of satisfaction washed over him. It wasn't just about vengeance anymore; it was about asserting dominance, showing that no one could cross him or his pack without facing dire consequences. Each tear of flesh, each crack of bone, was a message to anyone else who dared to challenge them.

The man's pitiful cries echoed in the room, gradually subsiding as his life drained away. Yoongi relished in the agony he had inflicted, savouring every moment of the man's suffering. It wasn't enough for him to just end his life quickly; he wanted him to feel the full weight of his wrath, to understand the extent of his mistake.

But as the man's last breath left his body, Yoongi and the rest of the guys felt a shift in the air. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of the hybrids. They had all witnessed what he had done, had all dwelled in dark satisfaction and the man’s misery but that was all a momentary high.

Their reactions ranged from horror to utter disgust. Even Hoseok, usually the most optimistic of them all, couldn't hide his shivers at the sight.

“What just happened?" he managed to choke out, his voice tinged with fear.

“We'll think about this later, we need to get out of here first-'' Jin started, but his words were cut off by the sudden hiss of gas starting to fill the room.

The hybrids coughed and sputtered, their lungs burning as they struggled to breathe in the toxic fumes. Despite their best efforts, the gas soon overwhelmed them, and one by one, they fell to the ground, unconscious once again.

Little did they know that the events of that night had triggered something dark within them, awakening their primal instincts and setting their animal sides free.

As they lay there, unaware of the imminent danger they were in, the hybrids' transformation had only just begun. Their latent powers surged to the surface, mixing with the bloodlust in their veins and fueling a hunger for control that threatened to consume them all.

The shift was not just physical; it was a change in their very essence, turning them into feral, feared beings that would stop at nothing to assert their dominance.

If they let their animal sides take control, the hybrids would become merciless predators, a force to be reckoned with in a world that was unprepared for their power.

The danger wasn't just in what they had become, but in the havoc they could wreak if they lost themselves to their primal urges. They were on the verge of unleashing a darkness that could consume them all.

~Present day~

Namjoon POV

Since that dreadful day, our lives have been a living nightmare. We found ourselves waking up in a dingy basement, trapped in a horrifying ordeal orchestrated by unknown assailants. The sheer brutality of our captors' actions left us utterly broken and demoralised.

We were subjected to unspeakable acts of violence – physically and emotionally abused, stripped of our dignity, and forced to endure unimaginable suffering.

The group has reached a breaking point. The relentless torment we've endured has taken its toll, shattering our spirits and extinguishing any flicker of hope. The overwhelming sense of helplessness and despair weighs heavily on all of us.

Amidst the despair and agony, a troubling accusation emerged – that Heaven was somehow involved in our harrowing ordeal. Despite the evidence pointing towards her involvement, I struggled to accept that someone we held dear could betray us in such a cruel manner. However, the guys were convinced of her guilt, their belief unwavering in the face of mounting suspicions.

I found myself torn between loyalty to my pack and a lingering faith in Heavens’ goodness. I attempted to reason with them, to persuade them that Heaven would never betray us and that salvation might yet be within reach. Yet, my words fell on deaf ears, their resolve unyielding in the face of overwhelming despair.

As the de facto leader of our pack, I grappled with feelings of inadequacy and failure. I could sense the weight of responsibility pressing down on me, the burden of ensuring the safety and well-being of my packmates becoming almost unbearable.

The sight of my packmates battered and broken, their spirits crushed and their hope extinguished, filled me with a profound sense of guilt and helplessness.

Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook bore the brunt of our captors' cruelty. Jungkook, in particular, bore the scars of our ordeal most deeply, his spirit shattered to the point of withdrawing into a state of detachment and resignation– little space.

Witnessing the toll that our suffering had taken on them, seeing them reduced to mere shells of themselves, filled me with a profound sense of grief and powerlessness.

As we languished in our grim captivity, I grappled with feelings of despair and resignation.

I glance around at my pack mates, seeing the frustration and anger mirrored in their eyes. Being unable to help Jungkook and Jimin as they are taken yet again is tearing us apart. We know the consequences of defying humans, but it doesn't make it any easier to watch our brothers be dragged away.

The door creaks open, and my heart sinks as Jimin is shoved into the room. His face is a mess - red and swollen from repeated blows, with deep scratches marring his skin. I can feel my blood boiling at the sight of his injuries, at the injustice of it all.

The guards handle him roughly, pushing him towards the cage where I'm confined. Jimin stumbles and falls to the ground, a pathetic sight that ignites a fire in my chest. How dare they treat him like this? How dare they take away his dignity and his pride?

I focus on keeping my growls low as the guards threaten me, their eyes gleaming with malice. They enjoy our suffering, revelling in their power over us. But I refuse to cower before them, to let them break me down.

My blood boils as I listen to the guards disrespect Jimin. I can feel the anger pulsing through my veins, the urge to protect him at any cost overwhelming me. Seeing the marks of violence on his back and neck only fuels my fury further. No one should ever lay a hand on one of our own.

The mention of Jungkook brings a different kind of frustration. The guards' crude comments and objectification of him make my blood boil even more. It's sickening to hear them talk about him as if he's some kind of object to be used and discarded. Jungkook deserves respect, he is My packmate.

I clench my fists, trying to calm myself down. The guards may be ignorant and cruel, but I can't let their words dictate my actions. I need to focus on protecting my pack and standing up for what's right, no matter how infuriating the situation may be.

As the guards leave the basement, their laughter echoing in the hallway, I can't help but worry about what other injustices may be happening in this place. The fact that they see us as nothing more than tools for their pleasure and profit is sickening. We're so much more than that. We're a pack, a family, and we deserve to be treated as such.

I turn to Jimin, his eyes filled with pain and exhaustion. I know he's strong, but even the strongest of us have their breaking points. I reach out a hand to him, offering whatever comfort and support I can provide. We may be in a dark and unforgiving place, but we'll get through this together. As long as we stand united, we can overcome any challenge that comes our way.

I just hope Jungkook is at least spared today.

TRIGGER CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️

3rd Person's POV

As the hours tick by, the heavy creak of the basement door echoes through the dimly lit room. Two guards, their faces etched with a mixture of disgust and dominance, are shoving a muzzled panther hybrid inside. The air is thick with tension as the powerful scent of fear and adrenaline fills the space.

"Fucking hybrid bit one of Ms. Park's friends. Listen here, you little fucker, I'm gonna show you what happens when you mess with your superior," one guard growls, his voice laced with a sinister edge, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

The hybrid's eyes gleam with defiance as it struggles against the unyielding grip of the guards. The other hybrids in the room let out low growls, the primal instinct to protect their own kicking in. They watch in silent fury as the youngest among them is dragged to the centre of the room, chains rattling ominously with each step.

With mechanical efficiency, the guards restrain the hybrid, chaining his hands and legs with a cruel lack of concern for his well-being. The muzzle is fastened tightly around his jaws, stifling any protests or cries for mercy. The room is a powder keg ready to explode, the tension so thick it's almost palpable.

As the guards step back, a palpable sense of anticipation hangs in the air. The hybrid, now subdued but still defiant, stares back at his captors with a mixture of fear and anger burning in his eyes. The room is silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the guards and the low, menacing growls of the other hybrids.

It is a cruel display of power, a reminder of the hierarchy that dominates their twisted world. The guards revel in their authority, their twisted pleasure at the sight of the hybrid's submission evident in their cruel smiles.

As the brutal scene unfolded, Jungkook's agony only seemed to fuel the guards' sadistic pleasure. With a smirk on his face, one of the guards commanded his friend to join in on the cruel act. The sound of the belt being unbuckled echoed through the room, signaling the beginning of the torture.

A wave of pain surged through Jungkook's body as he was struck repeatedly on the back, each blow causing him to cry out in distress. Sore and covered in blood, he lay defenceless on the ground, his spirit broken by the relentless assault.

The cruelty didn't stop there. In a display of horrifying brutality, one of the guards forced himself on Jungkook, violating him in the most despicable manner. The other guard followed suit, taking turns in dehumanising and abusing the helpless hybrid.

Meanwhile, the other hybrids in the cage could only watch in horror and helplessness as their companion suffered at the hands of these vile men. Their growls and cries of fury mixed with the sound of metal bars being rattled in a futile attempt to break free. The cage, designed to withstand the strength of hybrids, held firm, mocking their desperate attempts to rescue Jungkook from his torment.

Jungkook's screams and moans reverberated through the room, a haunting symphony of pain that only seemed to fuel the guards' twisted pleasure. Their laughter and jeers filled the air, mixing with the sounds of the hybrid's suffering to create a sickening cacophony of depravity.

As the guards reveled in the misery they had inflicted upon Jungkook, a sense of dread hung heavy in the air. The darkness of the room seemed to seep into the very souls of those present, staining them with the taint of their vile deeds.

Just then the basement door flew open with a deafening creak, announcing the unexpected intrusion, the room fell into a tense silence. All eyes turned towards the mysterious woman who barged in, dressed head to toe in a black tight leather jumpsuit and a ski mask that concealed her identity. The guards, who had been in the middle of a vile act toward Jungkook, froze in their tracks, their expressions a mix of shock and fear.

Jungkook, laying half-conscious on the ground, struggled to focus through the haze of pain and confusion. Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted towards him, cutting through the chaos around him. Lavender and baby powder. The scent triggered a memory, a connection that stirred in his clouded mind.

The hybrids, who had been prisoners in this grim basement, looked at the woman with a mixture of shock and a glimmer of hope. They had endured torment and misery at the hands of their captors, and this unexpected arrival brought a spark of uncertainty into the air.

The woman's gaze swept over the room, her eyes locking onto each of the hybrids before settling on the guards who were still occupied with Jungkook. A wave of anger and determination flashed across her face, hardening her features.

“Heaven…” Jungkook's weak voice whispered softly before succumbing to unconsciousness, his body finally giving in to the pain and exhaustion.

The woman's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, dripping with venom and rage as she confronted the guards.

“How dare you HOW. DARE. YOU. PUT. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. ON. MY. HYBRIDS?!” Each word laced with a promise of retribution, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Closing the distance between her and the guards, she exuded a palpable aura of danger. The guards, momentarily caught off guard by her presence and boldness, dared to question her identity.

"Who the fuck are you?" one of them hissed, defiance colouring his words.

A chilling smile crept onto the woman's face, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

“I'm the devil, and I'm here to take you to hell,” she retorted, her words laced with a sinister promise of justice.

The guards, faced with a force they had not anticipated, exchanged uneasy glances. In that moment, they realised that they were not dealing with a mere intruder – they were facing someone who held power beyond their comprehension.

As the guards ominously raised their guns, the tension in the room thickened. They pointed their weapons directly at her, ready to fire at any moment. But she remained calm, her heart pounding in her chest as she whispered into her earpiece.

"Jay now!" And in a deafening roar, a bomb exploded, sending shockwaves through the room and hurling everyone into chaos.

Amidst the smoke and debris, she swiftly regained her footing and locked eyes on the man who had violated Jungkook. With a swift movement, she took hold of her knife and sliced through his groin, causing him to let out a gut-wrenching scream of agony.

As he writhed in pain, she taunted him, "Oops, wrong body part." With a cold determination, she drove the blade into his left eye, eliciting even more cries of anguish.

But she wasn't done yet. With a merciless resolve, she viciously stabbed the guard multiple times, each thrust releasing a disturbing gush of blood. And with one final, fatal blow, she plunged the knife deep into his skull, ending his life in an instant.

The room fell silent, save for the echoes of the man's final screams.

“Crazy bitch, who the fuck are you, huh?!"

The other guard, trembling and desperate, attempted to reach for his gun but found himself abruptly stopped as Namjoon, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, sank his teeth into the guard's leg with a savage ferocity. The other hybrids swiftly joined in, tearing and mutilating the guard's body in a brutal display of retribution.

END OF TRIGGERING CONTENT ⚠️

With the cage now broken open from the explosion, Heaven wasted no time and rushed to Jungkook's motionless form. Overwhelmed by a mix of relief and exhaustion, she weakly called out into her earpiece,

"Fratello, please come quick," her voice trembling with emotion as she sank to the ground, the weight of the harrowing ordeal finally catching up to her.

As chaos and violence unfolded around her, one thing was clear - she was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable presence in a world of darkness and danger, willing to do whatever it took to protect those she cared about.

As the rush of adrenaline subsided, a wave of sentiments that she had been keeping at bay crashed over her like an unstoppable force. She felt a whirlwind of emotions - from revulsion to despair, feeling completely erratic and shattered. Her hybrid, lying on her lap, was in a pitiful state, maimed, suffering, and deeply traumatised.

The weight of guilt bore down on her, her mind reeling with the same haunting question - how could she have allowed this to happen? It was her carelessness that had led to this tragedy.

If only she had stayed vigilant, none of this would have transpired, and the boys would have been safe at home, frolicking and cuddling with each other while watching a movie - instead of the grim reality that now unfolded before her.

"Why did this have to happen? Why you? If only I had arrived sooner, if only I hadn't left you alone, none of this would have occurred. I failed you... as your guardian, your protector, and most importantly, as your friend. You didn't deserve this... you don't deserve this. I should have been there for you... I should have..." Her voice trailed off into a desolate whisper, choked with emotion.

She found herself unable to articulate the depth of her anguish; it felt like her very essence was being torn asunder as she gazed upon the injured hybrids. They gazed back at her, an amalgam of conflicting emotions apparent in their eyes.

Did they truly believe the accusations against her? Was this all part of some elaborate scheme? If so, why did she intervene to save them once more? Why was she there with them in their darkest hour?

Confusion and turmoil reigned supreme among the hybrids, their trust shattered, their wounds both physical and emotional raw and exposed. The woman before them remained an enigma - a figure of both mystery and reproach, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty and doubt.

As they cautiously approached the pair, a makeshift barrier formed by the hybrids shielded Heaven and Jungkook. The tense atmosphere was disrupted as guards representing the formidable Valentino family, along with her brothers, arrived on the scene.

Attempting to edge closer, the Valentino guards were met with fierce snarls from the hybrids, a clear indication to maintain a safe distance. Sensing the escalating tension, she intervened with a calm yet emotionless request directed at Andre.

"Hey Andre, could you do me a favour and give us a moment? We'll catch up with you later, alright?" Her voice carried an air of detachment as she spoke.

Just as Dante seemed poised to speak, Marcus intervened, prompting Andre to signal the guards to depart, leaving them alone to address the pressing situation at hand.

Feeling the weight of the fraught situation, she knelt before the group, her hands clasped tightly as she offered a heartfelt apology tinged with regret.

"I know mere words may seem inadequate at this point. No amount of apologies can erase the pain you've endured. If my actions have eroded your trust, I understand. But before you make any decisions, can we please leave this place and talk somewhere else?" Her plea was earnest, a mix of desperation and sincerity evident in her tone.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as they gazed at Jungkook's motionless form, contemplating her words. It was Namjoon who broke the silence, stepping forward to gently pat her head, a gesture of comfort and understanding.

In that moment, she looked up, meeting Namjoon's gaze as he uttered a few softly spoken words that held a glimmer of acceptance.

"Let's go," his voice was gentle, a faint smile playing on his lips, signalling a tentative truce amidst the chaos that had enveloped them.

Namjoon's face was grim as he gave a subtle nod to Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi. Without a word, they each took a silent step forward, their eyes determined as they carefully lifted Jungkook's unconscious form.

With a shared understanding, Heaven rose from her crouched position on the ground, her resolve firm as she led the way out of the dingy basement. The air was thick with tension, and the collective anger that simmered within the group was palpable.

As they made their way through the dimly lit corridors, Heaven's thoughts were consumed by a relentless desire for vengeance against Kim Jeong-sin. The mere mention of his name sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire of hatred and malevolence within her that burned hot and fierce.

"You've messed with the wrong hybrids, Kim Jeong-sin," she vowed silently, her voice laced with venom. Her gaze was steely as she envisioned the reckoning that awaited the man who had dared to cross them. "Very soon, you and your brother will be reunited. I promise you that."

The promise hung heavy in the air, a dark omen of the storm that was brewing on the horizon. Heaven's heartbeat with a fierce determination, her steps steady as they brought her closer to the reckoning she sought.

Revenge, she knew, would be a dish best served cold. The taste of vindication would be bittersweet, a symphony of justice and retribution that would echo through the halls of time.

With each passing moment, her certainty grew, fueling the flames of her resolve. She would be their worst nightmare, a force to be reckoned with, a harbinger of doom for those who dared to cross her path.

And as they emerged from the shadows of the shabby building, Heaven's eyes burned with a fierce intensity, her soul ablaze with a thirst for vengeance that knew no bounds.

"I'll be your worst fucking nightmare," she seethed, her voice low and dangerous. "La tua morte sarà così dolorosa che desidererai di aver venduto la tua anima al diavolo."

The words hung in the air like a curse, a promise of pain and suffering that would consume those who had wronged her. And as they faded into the night, Heaven's resolve remained unyielding, a beacon of wrath and retribution that would not be denied

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Hey there lovely readers 🌟,

I hope you're all doing well! I just wanted to drop in and give you an update on the latest chapter of my story.

Firstly, I have to apologise for the delay in updating. This chapter really took a toll on me, and I needed to be in the right headspace to write it. The scenes I crafted were quite intense and emotionally draining. It's amazing how our minds can conjure up such disturbing imagery, isn't it?

I understand that the content of this chapter may be unsettling for some of you. The graphic descriptions and scenes portrayed may evoke strong emotions, and I truly appreciate your willingness to engage with them. I want to reassure you that this is a work of fiction, none of it is real, so please don't take it to heart.

In the midst of all this darkness, I want to emphasise the importance of practising good mental health. It's crucial not only for ourselves but also for those around us. Taking care of our emotional well-being is essential, especially when we're exposed to challenging narratives like the one in this chapter.

I want to thank each and every one of you for your support, feedback, and encouragement. Your comments and votes mean the world to me and keep me motivated to continue writing. I know this chapter may not be everyone's cup of tea, and that's okay. Your comfort and well-being matter, so please take care of yourselves first.

If you choose to continue reading, I deeply appreciate your dedication and open-mindedness. Rest assured, the next chapter will be less haunting, and I promise a lighter tone ahead. Remember, it's not the end of the world, and there's always a glimmer of hope in every story.

Thank you for being such amazing readers and for accompanying me on this journey. Your support means everything to me. Stay strong, stay positive, and never forget to prioritise your mental health.

Sending you all my warmest regards and gratitude,

Your apologetic favourite AUTHOR-NIM 🙏🏾🤧❤️

TAGLIST OPEN!

TAGLIST: @strxwbloody, @strawblueberrys, @taetaeheart22, @canarystwin, @drenix004, @ghostlyworld, @loumin908, @rinkud, @nikkiordonez12, @taekritimin123, //@mnguyeeen7(still can't seem to tag you), @danielle143, @welcometomyworld13

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remussl0vers · 3 months

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requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY

#requests #send as many as you want #pls

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marion3tt3 · 3 months

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SUICIDAL — W.E.P X MALE!TOUYA

✶ pairing : platonic ; shigaraki x reader

✶ synopsis : in which, Touya, a boy commonly mistaken as a girl meets people in his same situation, trying to revive those they have lost…

✶ warnings : these vary each chapter! TRIGGER WARNING! rape, suicide, grooming, abuse, neglect, mentions of murder, harassment, stalkers, homophobia, etc.

✶ notes : this anime handles serious and sad topics, so will I! So PLEASE BE WARNED. I understand if you don’t read because of this, but don’t lash out at me

✶ taglist : @8bitandbey0nd… ask in comments to be tagged!

✮⋆˙ CHAPTERS

TEASER

000 | Prolouge

001 | Failure

more coming soon…

#male oc #male!reader #male y/n #male reader #male!oc #anime x male reader #anime x reader #anime x y/n #wonder egg priority #wonder egg priority x reader #wonder egg priority x male reader #platonic relationships #platonic #platonic love #platonic attraction #angst

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chaifootsteps · 8 months

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Media Illiteracy anon here.

Onto the dreaded episode 4... Warning for SA and all that, of course.

I would like to start by saying that by Definition I am a CSA survivor (I was sexually exploited from age 10 to 16, made to produce CP). But I don't really consider myself to be one since I am not... traumatized by it? I just don't care that it happened. So I don't think I can say much in the way the episode handles SA or even how it might trigger someone who was also exploited for the making of pornography.

That being said. Yikes. I think this episode is the best one so far, as much as it pains me to say that. It's the best paced and it sticks to one plot and the plot... has Some good moments. I really liked the scene where Valentino yells at Angel that he should get rid of Charlie and how he physically abuses him. I think that scene is The best scene in the entire show because of how terrifying it is and how well it shows the damage he causes to Angel as well as his relationships with other people.

I think that scene should've literally been it. It shows physical abuse, it shows Angel's fear, how Valentino owns him (literally) and even implies the SA to come when he says he's going to make him work all day. Overworking is already a horrible thing to put someone through, but as a sex worker there'd be a point where it's no longer enjoyable and you want to stop, which is where it then also becomes rape. That line was Terrifying and made you feel dread with just the Implications of what was gonna happen to Angel, as if This wasn't already bad enough.

Then they ruined it with that stupid song.

Now Poison is not a bad song, in my opinion. I think it sounds nice, and even looking at the lyrics (which is not something I usually focus on, due to the Illiteracy I mentioned), I don't think it's awful. But putting That over a scene where Angel Dust is getting raped On Screen is a bit Very tasteless. That whole scene was Awful, you could easily tell that whoever made it clearly had a thing for it. I'd seen the leaked clip before and that was enough for me to realize how fetishized it was, but seeing there was more was just. Augh. Do they have no shame? It's so blatantly obvious I felt like I was looking at a NSFW Twitter animation.

I kind of hated the aftermath, too. Angel going back to the hotel and drinking was good, but I hated him coming onto Husk like that and then pulling a "a nice guy like me is too good for you anyway". I feel like I had never fully realized before that the Angel and Husk thing was sexual harassment, cause you grow up with movies and shows where like. A female character coming onto a male one is just. Normal, and the result would be them getting into a relationship Anyway, so it was harder for me to recognize that it qualified as Harassment. I think Angel saying that shit made me realize it was and then it was just. Weird. Also the way the line is worded and delivered, it sounds less like that's something Angel is parroting back from what Valentino usually tells him, and more like he wholeheartedly believes it, which certainly didn't help.

Following scene I also kind of like. The bar scene. I liked that even if Husk was reluctant in going, since he doesn't like Angel, and was stalling for time so he wouldn't have to talk to him, he Still stepped in when he saw someone putting something in his drink. I think if this show was written better that could've been a way to show that even those who think they've hit rock bottom are still humans with morals at the core of their beings, and that they still have the ability to care and do good even with years worth of bad decisions and an environment that encourages depravity.

I also liked him getting him out of there and trying to care for him, in his own grumpy old man way. I liked the dark revelation that Angel knows when he's being drugged, and that he just let's it happen because he thinks it gives him some control and that if he's broken enough by this random men, Valentino will finally let him go. That was really messed up.

Then Loser Baby comes on and fucking.

Okay so, I Really like Loser Baby. It's the best show in the show so far. The instrumentals are nice, it's catchy, the lyrics are a little silly and fun, and Keith David carries it, though Blake Roman is not half bad. It's the context in which is used that makes this song just flop HARD.

I think everyone understands what the song was meant to be, and I think it doesn't do Too horribly at connecting both of their situations and how they're not alone because they have each other. It fails at everything else though, because beyond "both are owned by Overlords", Angel's and Husk's situations have Nothing to do with each other, they are Not comparable.

Also calling Angel, a rape victim, a loser is not. Good, even as lighthearted as it is. The song is "suck it up, slut", and while kind of in character for someone in Hell or as grumpy/harsh as Husk, it's still. Yikes? It minimizes the situation way too much, this is not an "Oopsie, made the wrong choices in life" moment. He's getting actually abused and that's not his fault.

Also Alastor fucked off for 7 years and all he makes Husk do now is man a bar where he does nothing all day except drink alcohol. Angel is going through the worst Alastor could've done to Husk, on a Daily Basis, and even if Alastor could be cruel, it would be extremely out of character for him to straight up Rape Husk too. Or torture him without killing him, even torture doesn't seem like something he would do, at least not to Husk specifically.

Husk's lines are tone deaf and kind of offensive, but I think they're passable since it's at least Trying to say something positive, even if they're doing it poorly. Angel's though... Again, you can just Tell someone with a fetish is writing him. I hate how he says "I've got an appetite for samplin'" and "I've got no holes left to deflower". That's super insensitive, it doesn't even feel as an Hypersexuality thing, especially that second line. It doesn't feel like it's "i love being a slut because it's reclaiming my stolen sexuality", it feels like. Shock? Value? like "i'm a big whore", and that's it. It's hard to put into words, because the message comes across in every bad possible way, I have Nothing positive to say about it.

The only good thing about Loser Baby that I like, aside from the sound of the song itself, is the little dancing bits between Husk and Angel. They're kind of cute, I like how he's trying to cheer him up by pulling him up and making him dance with him a little bit.

Augh. After that there's this bit where Husk says Angel needs to learn to respect his boundaries. I Like this scene but the context diminishes the impact it could've had by a lot. It's trying to acknowledge that Angel's sexual harassment is Bad, whether it's a trauma response or not, and that he needs to Stop. And Husk is willing to start from zero with him and become friends if they start like that.

I kind of Like that they're acknowledging that it's bad, and i Would've liked Husk telling him they can be friends if he learns to respect his boundaries but like. Do we Really want to be like that about someone who sexually harassed someone else? That they can be friends? I feel like that is a bit insensitive and offensive to victims. I myself would Not like to be friends with my abuser even if he begged on his knees to be my friend.

It's also implied that Husk and Angel end up romantically involved. If you could excuse the befriending thing, saying that maybe it's not the same since Angel never Touched Husk sexually, i still think that going and making them Lovers is harmful. A "he yanks on your ponytails because he likes you" kind of situation. I like them as friends, hate them as lovers.

Another big problem I have is Charlie. She's a cardboard cut out in her own show. She's a background character in the episode where she causes the main conflict.

She's a bit of a pushover, cause she's nice. Even with pilot Charlie I don't think she's too OOC since calling the news reporter a bitch and defending yourself against her is not really comparable to being face to face with a rapist who is actively harming your friend. She can't just kill him, sinners reform eventually, and then be would be even angrier. Not at her but at Angel, because it's his fault Charlie even got to lay a hand on him in the first place. I think it's a more complex situation than "why didn't she just kill him".

But for as complex as the situation could be, Charlie is extremely. Simple. She barely appears and it's just "I'm sorry" and it's all fixed. I feel like there could've been a bigger emphasis on Charlie's and Angel's relationship (even while still keeping Husk's involvement in it all). I also kind of hate the treatment of her? Like how when Angel says he forgives her, she Cries and is carried away by Vaggie. Idk, that scene made me a bit uncomfortable. They treated her as if she was a child and it was Weird.

I think this episode had a lot of potential to be good and fumbled the bag catastrophically. Husk and Charlie are Worse characters because of it.

That's all. I can only hope the plot twist leaks aren't true, because this story is barely salvageable and that "Rosie is actually Lilith" bullshit will just ruin my experience from how stupid it is. You can be as painfully oblivious as me and this show will still find a way to make itself as dreadful as possible. I really don't understand why so many fans are so aggressive about criticism, I think they also see the disappointing bits but are far too committed to back down and admit they were wrong, so they just double down. I liked Most of the show, even though it's mostly because i already had Some attachment, curiosity and knowledge from before. But it's not as good as it had the potential to be, nor is it the single best show to have ever existed. It's honestly sad that many people, such as myself, have to go on anon on a poor person's blog to lightly criticize the show, because they're too afraid to be harassed or sent their literal house address on a direct message.

Thank you and goodnight, Chai!

You see, this is what I get out of running this blog. You guys write up these fabulous essays taking all the words out of my mouth, and it's deeply cathartic.

Try to hang in there. Vivzie's fandom will probably never go away completely, but I really do think their reign of terror is coming to an end.

#Anonymous #media illiteracy #viv stuff #actual blog post

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turtleneck-crowley · 6 months

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! Trigger Warning ! Mentions of non-con but please read this ❤️

Psst. Hey guys. Hozier is so Azicrow coded no? Haha. Omg the ineffable spouses are so wholesome and that makes them hot. Wow. Isn’t it weird we’re all so mentally ill and queer? Aziraphale is such a badass. Damn. Neil Gaiman- that guy eh? But like Sir Terry Pratchett, double damn. Omg and DT how is he such a gender envy icon wow omg Michael sheen had to get a bafta too wtf uk ugh

Ok we’re on the same page now? (I agree to everything I just wrote btw don’t @ us.)

Ok, so,

I have this theory. You know how perverts still like pretty stuff? Like misogynistic males like watching lesbian porn. I’m on to something here stay with me. What if this world is a trap, and they put pretty things like the ocean, plants, animals, skies in it just to destroy it. Because at the end of the day, no matter how ugly the kink, they need hot, pretty, cute, innocent stuff in it, otherwise they can’t get off. Think about it. Children get violated by monsters, family members- a beautiful concept fuck and abuse each other, pretty trees are cut down, innocent animals are killed in factories. Doesn’t it all seem so.. perverted??? But there’s a stronger side, although trapped in this pervert dungeon called Earth. We can turn it into poetry, we turn tragedies into comedies, they think they’re the geniuses so we find humour through the idiocy they mock us for, we can make love even in the most distorted lust they put in us like non-con play by using safe words. I tell you. We are all trapped and tortured and being raped and shat and pissed straight into our most tender parts- the plants, the animals, the children, nations, cultures, art, food, love, peace and spirits.

I cry for our minds, our hearts, our souls.

I’m going to write a book about it someday.

Meanwhile, I’m warning you all. Stay safe. Don’t kill yourself - that’s not the way out but the way deeper into their perverted pleasure. It gets them off- suicide. So does hating, resentment, self-harm, addiction and low self-esteem. I don’t know who this enemy is but we can help each other. Choose love, choose kindness.

Keep being kind to each other, enjoy the pleasures of life, choose life, choose humanity.

Free Palestine. Gay Rights. Trans rights. Human rights NOW!!!!

-Yours truly, Crowley and Aziraphale p.s. To the World 🥂

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #tumblr culture #religion #philosophy #spiritual #theory #free palestine #world peace #lgbtqia #trans rights #equal rights #feminism #human rights #save the planet #save the animals

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cluz1babe · 3 months

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"Open My Eyes..." Chapter Four

5,000 words Beta Read and co-written by my husband. Representations of reader are the lightest and darkest skin colours available. SERIES MASTERLIST

Very limited use of ‘Y/N’.

Comments are very appreciated!

From what I can remember about how to pronounce Nahuatl, you pronounce ��X’ as ‘SH’, and pronounce every letter except ‘H’.

PLOT

You were a Belaerys, with the Blood of Old Valyria in your veins, future Queen of Sothoryos. Up until eight years before the Dance of Dragons, everyone thought the Belaerys family was gone after the Doom. You were well-respected by everyone except most of the greens. Despite that, you were officially given a seat on the new High Council. The Hand, Otto Hightower, was trying to bring more countries to their aid, but his excuse was to bring peace between countries. Planning to wed you to Daeron, the Small Council of the Greens are shocked when Aemond refuses to offer you Daeron in order to take you for himself.

TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 129-133+ AC (a mix of show & book timeline & canon, plus my own)

TRIGGER WARNINGS (full story) : Talk of Abortion, Emotionally Abusive Relationships (Aegon / Criston / Otto x Everyone), Alcohol, Blood, Blowjob, Branding, Bullying, Childbirth, Mentions of Rape (no rape of reader) , Death, Drugs, Fire, Hallucinations, Incest, Marriage, Misogyny, Pregnancy, Profanity, Sexism, Slut Shaming, Smut, Violence, War, P in V, Sex, Fingering, No Cheating, MDNI, 18+ , ENM (Ethical Non-Monogamy), Slight Breeding Kink, Dub-Con (in the Aegon Bonus Chapter) if you squint

Two weeks later, the night before people arrived for your nameday feast, you and Aemond used coaxihuitl to get closer to the gods.

You were grinding up seeds with a mortar and pestle. Once every three moons, you used hallucinogens to pray and give thanks. Iyari was lying at your feet. There was a knock at your door. “Come in.” You expected it to be Jaera with your tea, but when you turned to look, you saw Aemond standing there, with Maris at his side. Since receiving their animals, everyone was being followed around by either a dog or a cat. It amused you because you knew Otto would have preferred that everyone only received a horse. Your dog, Iyari greeted Maris and they started playing together.

“What are you doing?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I’m preparing coaxi. It helps before prayer by opening my mind.”

“What does that mean?”

“Sometimes you can get messages. Sometimes you see things. How do you think I knew which animals would be best for each one of you? I did have a hard time with Criston’s. He seems more like a dog person, but for some reason I could only see a horse. I was surprised when I met you. I didn’t think you would like her. Not as much as dragons, but I think I did well.”

“You did. Maris is perfect.” He kissed your temple as you worked. “And those additional straps keep her safe on Vhagar.”

You smiled at him. “Good.”

There was another knock on the door and you told them to come in. This time it was Jaera. She had everything for tea on a tray and sat it down on your table. “Your tea, Princess.”

“Thank you, Jaera.”

“Do you need another cup for your company?”

“I have extra.”

She curtseyed to you and left.

You looked at Aemond again. “You don’t have to, but if you want to do this with me, you can.”

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During your experience, you both saw the doom of Valyria, which deeply upset you. On the other hand, Aemond shed a single tear. It was like experiencing it in real time - all of the terror and the heat from the flames - the only thing he could think about was keeping you safe. You woke up the next morning, in his arms.

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You and Aemond woke up at dawn so that you could ride before people started arriving in King’s Landing for your feast. Viserys had recently been made aware that your nameday was coming, so he ordered a feast in your name. You really didn’t want anyone to make a fuss, as birthdays were only celebrated every five years back home, but you didn’t want to insult King Viserys so you agreed to the event.

You took Aemond’s hand and guided it to touch Vhagar. It felt different. Like there was an energy running through his hand. How had he never thought to touch his beast here? He was sure he had. Then it dawned on him that it wasn’t the spot, it was the woman with her palm on top of his hand.

“Concentrate on her breathing. Let it carry you into her memories.”

He closed his eyes and did as you said.

“What do you see, my Prince?”

He smiled to himself. “Mm. The night I claimed Vhagar.”

“Dragons remember everything, like you. This is what she wants to show you right now.” You very slowly pulled your hand away and watched Aemond’s face light up at reliving the memory.

When he finally stepped back, he quickly walked to you. “Can you do that with people?”

“Animals are much easier. People guard their memories.”

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You & Aemond moved together in perfect synchronization as though you had both practiced together for weeks before the performance you both put on above the people of King’s Landing. Outside of the city, you flew Molca high before diving in a free-fall. Aemond’s one eye went wide as he watched you joyfully flying with your dragon…and having way too much fun without him. He followed your lead and fell after you. Then your dragon, though enormous, gracefully twirled once through the fall before evening out about 200 feet from the ground. Aemond would later admit to only you that he was too scared to pull that off and evened out Vhagar further away from the grassy field beneath him. You and Molcajete finished with Molca’s signature purple and black flames, which you flew through with ease. Aemond & Vhagar responded with their own dragonfire.

Then all of you rose to fly back to the beach where you could safely land. After you both landed, you showed Aemond your skills of flying without being strapped into a saddle. You allowed Aemond to take Molca’s reigns, but only as a backup in case your dragon decided to be headstrong that day. As he strapped himself in, he would again, admit to only you how petrified he was that you might fall to your death.

After that, the two of you watched Daemon arrive on Caraxes. You sighed at the way Daemon flew. “He’s so clumsy in the air. For his sake, I certainly hope he’s a better fighter than a flier.”

“My uncle is one of the best fighters in Westeros.”

“Better than you?” You winked at him and he rolled his eye.

He got close to you in a teasing way. “Maybe better than you.”

“Maybe I will spar with him.”

He remembered back to when you first sparred with him and how that led to you showing him the map, which led to you kissing him... “I don’t think that will be happening.” He pulled you in for a searing kiss. Neither of you noticed how close Daemon flew to the two of you, but he needed to get a look at this Sothoryi Princess he’d only heard so much about from third parties.

After landing, you curtsied to Daemon as he approached. “Prince Daemon.”

Daemon, being his stubborn, hot-headed self, smirked. “Have I ever fucked you before?”

“You haven’t, Prince Daemon.”

He touched your arm, “May I?”

“That depends.” You backed away from him in a flirtatious manner as Aemond rolled his eyes. You certainly knew how to roll with disrespect well.

“On what?”

“On how big your cock is.”

He laughed out loud, from deep in his belly, at your retort. “I like you. You remind me of someone.” He stopped you from walking away. “Perhaps I should shove my cock down your throat so you can find out if mine is big enough.” He whispered to you, “Maybe it’s even bigger than my nephew’s.”

You could feel Aemond about to pounce so you stopped him. “I’m not against it.” You watched as Syrax landed with Rhaenyra on her back. “But I’m afraid your wife, the future Queen of Westeros, may rather see me dead.”

He smiled and stepped away. “You would be surprised what she lets me get away with.”

“So she knows?”

“Of course. She’s the future Queen. Do you think she wouldn’t know everything that I do?”

Two more dragons, Arrax and Vermax landed one right after the other with the princes on their backs.

“I’m not you.” You smirked and walked away from Daemon so you could greet Princess Rhaenyra.

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You and Aemond walked together to your feast. The guard announced you both to the court. “Princess Y/N Belaerys of Sothoryos and Prince Aemond Targaryen.” You walked the Great Hall through the crowd of people, his arm bent, and your hand resting in the bend of his elbow. There was chatter coming from half of the people in the Hall and some were eyeing your dress. You thought it must be because your belly was showing, including your scars. You saw Daemon smirk at your appearance and turn to whisper something in Rhaenyra’s ear. You weren’t sure if the smirk or whisper was about you, but you suspected it might be, and now that you were amongst everyone at once, you were nervous. Sometimes you wished you could read lips. Rhaenyra’s expression gave nothing away. *’A true Queen.’* You thought. Then you saw him. Morrec Reyne of Castamere. Your ex lover. Morrec came to King’s Landing at the behest of the Queen. For her, it was a test of your faithfulness. For you, it was a mild irritation. This was supposed to be your night and you weren’t going to let him ruin it.

Once Queen Alicent found her seat, everyone followed her lead. The room began to fill with the sounds of many discussions happening all at once. You weren’t quite used to being stared at back home and you started to feel as though you were on display for everyone. Everyone was served food and music started playing, but the look of worry on your face alerted Aemond and he leaned over to check on you. “Is everything all right, Princess?”

“Did you lie to me about my dress? Am I dressed inappropriately?”

“Is it inappropriate to you?”

“Not back home.”

Aemond leaned closer, “You were confident minutes ago. Fuck anyone who feels like you need to be wearing more. Be true to who you are.” He pecked your cheek, making your face heat up, and you smiled at him, forgetting about the way you were dressed.

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***Anya Tarbeck***

After dinner, the hall was clamoring with people walking back and forth. Music was playing. Desserts were already brought out, but you were full. You asked one of the servants to save you something in particular that everyone else seemed to prefer over some of the sweets.

Though he wasn’t present, you felt welcomed by Viserys at your feast. You got along well with Baela & Rhaena, as well as Joffrey, Jacaerys, & Lucerys. Even Rhaenyra and Daemon were mostly inviting to you. Hours earlier, Viserys had told Alicent that he was going to talk Aemond into asking you to be his wife because he’d heard about all of the time you were spending together and knew you would be a better match for Aemond than Daeron. Now, they were practically inviting you into their family. You were polite and answered all of their questions, but Daemon was a little more suspicious of you. He was always suspicious of anyone who wasn’t a Targaryen.

As soon as you heard a song which you knew the dance to, you asked Aemond to dance with you. The first time you and Aemond danced together, everyone in the room could see that there was something different about the way you two interacted. There was a palpable tension as everyone seemed to stop talking to see who had tamed the One-Eyed Beast of the Red Keep enough to make him dance. Neither of you noticed. It was already obvious, the way he treated you compared to everyone else. If you hadn’t asked him to dance, he might have been able to pretend, but he managed to get lost in the moment. You danced together the same way you flew together. At that moment, on the verge of being inappropriate with all the touches and longing looks. Every touch and movement between you was only another form of foreplay at this point. The dancing was just another excuse to get close to him and walk that line of what was appropriate and what touches ought to be kept behind closed doors. He had finally met his match - in everything - and everyone could see, especially Anya Tarbeck.

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***Morrec Reyne***

Morrec Reyne of Castamere took you to the side. He was trying to convince you to leave Westeros with him.

You almost laughed. “You are so small and you don’t even see it. Then again, that’s usually the case for small men.” You slowly inched towards him. “Did you honestly believe I wouldn’t realize you were trying to take my crown from me until it was too late?” You stopped, just close enough to be intimidating.

Daemon had been looking for you, but he hadn’t expected to find you with your former lover. He decided to be his usual sneaky self and eavesdrop.

“I wasn’t going to take anything from you.”

“You played me for a fool. I was young & naïve, and I let you fill my head with ideas that I wouldn’t be able to handle dragon claiming & recovery as well as politics, war, and a throne. Because you are convinced women can’t be adequate rulers, let alone good ones.”

“It’s happening again. This time instead of him coming to Loicato, your father sent you here to find dragons, and you fell in love with a Westerosi man. Do you truly believe a Targaryen won’t do the same thing to you?”

“I know he won’t.” You paused and stared at Morrec with narrowed eyes. “Why did you come here?”

“I was invited. I only wanted to check in on you.”

“You didn’t check on me once after I left you.” You sighed. “It was Otto… Or Larys… Who sent for you all the way from Astapor? Yet another side you are taking that is wrong.”

Morrec didn’t answer. He simply grinned.

Your nose flared, “I’m doing better now, than I ever did with you, be that with Prince Aemond or by myself.”

“Your father feels the same?”

You stared daggers at him. “My father would prefer I marry a dragon over you. So I will.”

“Is everything all right, Princess?” Daemon stepped out from the shadows and made his way to you.

“Yes. Morrec was just telling me how valuable the slave trade could be, if the rest of the world would only embrace it. Thank you for teaching me such an important lesson in trust, Morrec. It won’t need to be repeated.” You turned and left with Daemon. After witnessing your encounter with Morrec, he trusted you a little more.

You and Daemon were on your way back to the Great Hall when Aemond joined you. He had been stuck with his brother, locked in the deepest conversation Aegon could muster. When Aemond saw you, he quickly abandoned his brother and whatever he was talking about to join you. Daemon congratulated Aemond on finding a woman who can take care of herself. Still, Daemon assessed your intentions and spoke with you somewhat privately.

“Why do you want to join this family?”

“If I tried to take Aemond and leave this place, would anyone actually let me?” You waited for him to answer, but none came. “I didn’t think so. When I came to this place, I expected some sort of proposal. I hadn’t planned on accepting. The opposite is true, actually. It’s not exactly beneficial for me to marry a foreigner.”

“So why do it?”

You looked Daemon in the eye, “I love him.”

“Is that enough for you?”

“Yes.”

The mood suddenly changed as Daemond leaned in to whisper to you. “If I were to turn you around, bend you over, and take you right in front of everyone—“

“You wouldn’t be able to without a cock.”

“Who is going to take it from me?” Daemon felt the sharp tip of a dagger digging into his thigh.

“I will. Don’t worry. I’ll be quick. It’s a shame you and your wife will no longer be having any children. I should inform her at once—“ You made to leave, but Daemon held onto you so you couldn’t get to Rhaenyra, making you chuckle. You smiled at him believing your bluff. “What would I tell her that she doesn’t already know?”

He let you go and crossed his arms. “How many dragons do you have?”

“If we create an alliance with you, then you can have half as many as we create, as long as you stop keeping them in the pit past the age of fifteen.”

“What if they hurt people?”

“They shouldn’t if they’re trained properly and fed regularly. I can send trainers if you’re incapable of controlling them on your own.”

The teasing tone in your voice made Daemon’s eyebrows raise for a moment. “Are trying to provoke me? That’s a dangerous thing to do, you know.”

“Is it?” You tease him again.

The song ended and you parted from Daemon without another word, leaving him much more curious than suspicious.

You looked around for Aemond and saw him talking with a girl. After asking a friend what her name was, Anya Tarbeck, and she and Aemond used to be close friends; more than friends if the rumours were true. You watched them from a distance. In your mind, there was no reason for them to be so close. To you, it was obvious that she was trying to charm him. There was tightness in your chest and your heart sunk watching it all, so you walked around the room, checking in with people and creating small talk. The whole time, you were watching. You saw the way she exposed her neck when she laughed, the words so low they must be whispered, the touch of her hand on Aemond’s arm. You weren’t usually jealous, but seeing him with her made you question if he really wanted you and if coming to Westeros wasn’t a huge mistake. You wouldn’t typically feel jealousy but it scared you, slightly, as it was an alien feeling after your years of experience with everything else.

You finally had to tear yourself away and enjoy the moonlit gardens alone. As you meandered around, you thought about everything that had happened since you had arrived nearly two months previous. Everything had happened so quickly and it wasn’t like you to fall in love as fast as you did with Aemond. In fact, you always kept your distance until it seemed right. However, with Aemond, you jumped right in without realizing it. It scared you that you not only wanted him, you felt like you needed him. That made you feel weak and you hated feeling weak. You hated feeling jealousy and fear that someone might take him from you.

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***Tymond***

Your friend, Tymond, Jaera’s brother found you in the gardens. “What are you doing out here? There’s a feast happening in your name just inside.”

“I needed fresh air.”

Tymond pretended not to notice something was wrong. “Yes, it is strange having such a large gathering indoors.” He joked about how big feasts and celebrations happen under the stars so the gods & ancestors can watch it all happen.

“Not here.”

The sound of music from your home filled the air - your bannermen must be putting on a show at this point meaning the night was just beginnning for some of them - and Tymond talked you into dancing with him. It was a very different style to Westerosi dancing. Close, bodies touching, arms wrapped around each other at some times. But it was exactly what you needed. Tymond was making you laugh with his antics and movements. Then it would be sensual again. All the while, you were being spied on by Aemond.

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Later that evening, Aemond found you with Vhagar. You were singing something solemn. He didn’t understand or recognize the language so he assumed it was one from Sothoryos.

He smiled as he walked to you, but you stopped singing when you heard his steps getting close. Aemond paused before finishing the final few steps to you. “What is the language?”

“Western Cabra.”

“Hm. What is it about?”

“A woman lost her lover and threw herself upon his grave at his funeral, longing for one last kiss. After a year long vigil at his grave, he rises from the dead and tells her to stop waiting for him. She asks for one last kiss and he tells her that a kiss from him will kill her. It’s up to the individual listening whether or not she kisses him.” You went back to brushing Vhagar with your dragon spikes.

Aemond marveled at the way Vhagar practically purred at the feeling of you scratching her with your dragon brush, doing a good job at it from what Aemond could see. “You’re good with her.”

“You can be good with any animal if you know how to indulge it. Take you, for example…” His eye widened, but he let you continue. “Apparently, all a woman needs to do to be good with you is tell you how great you are at everything.” The hurt and jealousy in your voice gave you away.

Aemond was confused, but he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“Here you are, engaged to me, and you openly flirted with another woman in front of the whole court.”

Of course. He was so stupid. He had allowed his childhood sweetheart to dance with him in front of everyone, at your feast, not long after he danced with you… And he never danced. He hadn’t thought you would be so upset that he talked to and danced with Anya, at first, but now he realized what he’d done. You only saw them walking to the dance floor and didn’t stay any longer to watch.

“I was told you never dance, so I asked. I figured if you said ‘Yes’ the we get to dance and if you said ‘No’ then I would dance with my friend, Tymond, but you said yes.”

“Is that the name of that bannerman you were dancing with?”

“I thought I was so lucky.”

“Sweetling—“

You sighed. It was getting on your nerves that he would call you such a term of endearment right now. “Don’t call me that, Aemond.”

“Princess…”

“Do you still love her?”

He nervously chuckled as he patted Vhagar, trying his damndest not to get into further trouble with you. “What a question to ask.” When you didn’t return the laugh, Aemond walked to you. “We were thirteen. It wasn’t a match made by the King. So it wasn’t something that we could pursue.”

“So before you couldn’t pursue it, you were in love with her?”

He held your hands and spoke softly, hoping he wouldn’t upset you and possibly become Molca’s second dinner. “We were in love, for a time. But after my father decided against it, I stopped.”

You backed away from him. “You can just stop?”

“What I mean is…” He walked you to a seat. “We no longer saw each other and because of that, I had no reason to long for her.” You didn’t look any less worried. Your eyes closed and features relaxed when his palm cupped your cheek. “I was young, issa jorrāelagon.” (*‘my love’*) His forehead touched yours, then he stepped back. “I used to think that I wanted her. Someone like her. She’s a flirtatious girl, but still very submissive… Traditional… Something I haven’t wanted for quite some time now.”

“Why did you not tell me about her? I told you everything. Why are you still keeping things from me?”

“You didn’t ask.”

You dipped your head. “I’m sorry. I thought you would have told me without having to ask.”

“I haven’t thought about her in years.” He held your face to look at him. “Nothing compares to having you beside me.”

You nodded and smiled at his confession.

His hands fell to yours. “Now you answer me truthfully. You saw me with Anya and then proceeded to dance with one of your bannermen…in a Sothoryi style?”

“He only did it to cheer me up. He could tell I was upset. It was harmless.”

“I watched the way you moved together. It didn’t look harmless to me. Anyone could have walked by and seen what you were doing.”

“If anyone is to ask, tell them not to worry about it.”

“Princess…”

You smirked at his frustration. “You have nothing to worry about, Aemond. Tymond is a…pillow biter? Is that what you call it here?”

He relucantly gave in. “Fine…” He pulled you close and kissed you, then he whispered in your ear. “Just don’t do it again while in Westeros, I beg you. We are so close to leaving this place.” He kissed you again. “I’m sorry for being more than casual with Anya. I shouldn’t have done that to you, especially not in front of people.”

You sighed in defeat and stretched your arms. “I am to bed.” You made to leave, but Aemond grabbed you and pressed his lips to yours, making you giggle. You heard a low grumble and looked at Vhagar, who was staring at you and Aemond.

“Don’t mind her. She gets jealous, but she’s yet to kill anyone over it.”

“Yet.”

Aemond huffed a laugh into your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Are you afraid?”

“I’m always afraid of a dragon with a temper.”

Aemond kissed your cheek. “Come with me.” He stood and pulled you with him. Another grumble erupted from his dragon, followed by Molcajete roaring in response. Aemond stopped to praise Vhagar before taking you to his bedchamber.

On the way there, Morrec caught up with you. “Should I tell the Queen where you’re headed, Princess?” He reached out for your hand, causing you to recoil and Aemond unsheathed his dagger, in preparation for a fight.

“Be careful, Morrec.” You interrupted Aemond’s action. “I’ve beaten you in many fights before.” You got really close to him. “I dare you to try that again. In fact, I dare you to say something. Scorpions strike to kill, Lord Morrec, and from your own experience when someone wrongs me, you know I will.”

Morrec scoffed, “You can’t be serious.”

This set Aemond off and he removed his eye patch, the blue of the gem in his eye glinted in the light. “You poked the shadowcat until she was angry. Is it any wonder her claws come out?” Morrec stared at Aemond’s sapphire. It was exactly the point of the gem in the first place. Distraction. “Come near my betrothed again and I will kill you, myself.” Aemond offered you his hand and you eagerly took it. You weren’t used to a man standing up for you like that, as Sothoryi women were just as capable as the men, making a man’s defense unnecessary. You felt your chest tighten and your core got wet thinking about Aemond’s protection of you. You shouldn’t have felt that way. Almost everything about your culture taught boys not only to respect women, but to allow a woman to defend herself if she felt capable.

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Aemond kissed down your neck while reinforcing his feelings for you. “You are the one I am in love with now. You have all of my attention whenever you want it. If you see me acting like a fool, feel free to stop me.” He reached your chest and pulled off your already-loosened dress. Once you were both undressed, he leaned you back on the bed and got between your legs. “I don’t want to do something that upsets you.”

You knew he meant by flirting with Anya and you responded by kissing him.

He continued kissing down your body, teasing your breasts before he parted your legs and kept up the kisses as he settled between your knees. He tested you by swiping his tongue just above where you wanted it. “Tease,” you groaned. His hands gripped your thighs and roughly, yet playfully, gripped tightly. You bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning.

“My Princess likes to be taken charge of, too, does she?” Then he dove in he did it exactly how you taught him. Every lick, twirl, rub of his tongue… The way he sucked until you were shaking and almost moaned too loud when you reached your release. But he didn’t stop. Your head wanted to keep your body in place, but your body was trying to get away. He kept going and going and going until you orgasmed a second time through all of the overstimulation, but you finally had to push his head away. He chuckled at your reaction, having obviously lost your ability to tell him to stop at the very end. He wiped his face with his arm and crawled up your body. Once you came down from your high, you reached out for him and his laid his full weight on you. It was a comforting feeling to both of you as you lazily kissed.

Then he rolled you both over. You straddled him as he sat up, keeping his weight on one arm and another on your hip. You guided his cock to your entrance. His tip was pink and weeping before it disappeared inside of you.

Aemond made love to you as the two of you never had before. You could feel every movement he made as you rode him, moving gently and slowly. You could feel his hands gently caress your back.

He focused more on your pleasure than ever before, but after an hour of love making, he finally spilled inside of you. That night, you fell asleep in his bed and didn’t worry about being caught.

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 26 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 27

Summary: You get clingy after the night (As you should be). He learns to control his temper (As he should). More trouble comes both of your ways.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"You have to let me go so I can make them eggs for you" you growled like an animal when he said that and your arms wrapped around his neck, you took a deep breath as you pressed your nose in the crook of his neck and it made him chuckle.

"It's a no from me" you mumbled as you squeezed him as tightly as you could.

"How sore do you feel? On a scale of one to ten" He asked you as he caressed your back.

"Like three and half"

"Mmmhm?" He smelled like lemongrass and you couldn't just stop peppering kisses on his neck, you didn't want to stop, you felt overly clingy after last night, you didn't know if it was the pure raw sex or the way he trusted you enough to be so vulnerable around you but you wanted to stay curled up around him and never let him go.

"The tub must be full, go take a warm bath, yeah? We have to go see Thor" you groaned as he said that so he picked you up in his arms and walked you into his bedroom then he took you to the bathroom and as he put you down on the floor you looked up at him

"Why did you shower without me?"

"Sorry baby, didn't want to ruin your sleep, you needed it" he winked and it made your face warm, you took your clothes off to get into the tub so he looked at you up and down before he smiled and turned around to leave.

"Have you seen my phone?" He asked you before stepping out so you tried to remember where you had seen it last.

"Ahhh it must be on the couch" you yelled from the top of your lungs.

After the bath, you grabbed the towel that was hanging in the bathroom, he probably used it so you grabbed it and wrapped it around your body. You felt like a pervert sometimes but then you didn't really care, you were way past the feeling of shame when you humped yourself against his used briefs the first time.

After drying your hair you picked up the black shirt he was wearing yesterday and styled it with a pair of jeans. As you stepped out he smiled again. You liked it alot, just him smiling and being happy.

"Put my phone on charge, it's not turning on" he commanded.

Sometimes you adored how straight to the point he was. Everything he did seemed to burn your throat with a thirst that only he could quench. You put his phone to charge and came back to him, he kept the plate in front of you at the table and kissed your forehead but before he could step away you grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him passionately, his lips automatically curled into a smile between the kisses.

Last night was profounding, he wasn't the one to lose his virginity but he definitely felt as if he had lost something, a weight has been lifted off his shoulder, maybe it was the acceptance you gave him that made his heart flutter or maybe it was the way you nurtured him after he stripped himself bare in every fucking way.

There was a fear when he woke up this morning, he feared that you'd act differently but seeing you so clingy towards him eased those worries as well.

"Eat your breakfast" he pulled away quickly so you looked at him. Did he not want to continue to kiss you? He sat down on his chair and noticed you fidgeting with the fork, his head tilted as he tried to gauge what was going around in your head.

"What's wrong hmm?" He asked you so you looked down and shook your head. You felt extremely emotional right now and just the thought of him not feeling the same or wanting to detach himself from you after last night killed you. Did you suck in bed? You hoped not

"Was last night good? I mean for you?'' your voice threatened to give up entirely by the end of the sentence so he asked you to look at him.

"Come.. sit here" he gestured towards his lap so you stood up and walked towards him to sit down on his lap. You barely needed an excuse to climb on him. His one arm wrapped around your waist while the fingers of his other one held your chin up "What did I do baby?" He asked you softly so you just shook your head and hid your face between the crook of his neck again.

"You know I think the world of you right?" You looked at him as he said that, your eyes teared up at the tenderness his words held, his thumb brushed against your lower back.

"I do"

"I'm just not good at …thiss, don't let my aloofness make you feel as if there was even a second where i didn't enjoy ruining you like that, I'm barely holding myself back from fucking you again because I'm trying to be considerate that you bled on my cock last night and it must be a little uncomfortable down there " you bit on your lips as he finished his sentence. He was just being gentle in his own ways.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled softly and it made him smile.

"I am too, didn't mean to hurt you sweetheart" the back of his index finger caressed your cheek so you leaned into the touch.

After that tender moment he fed you and you both drove towards Thor's house/dungeon. His phone was still turned off and you were getting calls on yours from Steve but you ignored them because you felt as if he'd tell you something bad or would probably arrest him again for doing absolutely nothing, you didn't want to ruin these sweet moments with him, he seemed happy and you wanted to keep him that way.

Once you reached the house, Thor smiled at you so you hugged him, you figured that he was starving for some comfort as well.

"His shirt? Really? You obsessed freak" he commented so you rolled your eyes and then you noticed him smirking "You guys fucked" you looked at Loki as Thor commented "My my you guys fucked each other didn't ya?"

In the last five years of your life with him you had never seen him blush the way he did when Thor made that comment, it was hard to miss the rosy sheen on his pale skin. He was so beautiful.

"Shutup Thor, is she still here or ran away?" Loki asked him to change the subject quickly and Thor chuckled

"She's definitely still here ..oh by the way we fucked too" your eyes widened as he said that.

"She's just trying to manipulate you " Loki said to him and you nodded in agreement. Women knew the power they had.

"Well too bad I'm heartless" Thor chuckled so you hugged him again and his eyes softened.

"Okay that's enough of hugging" Loki grabbed your arm and pulled you away from his brother.

"I'll be right back, have to use the bathroom" you kissed Loki's cheeks and he nodded. You walked away from him but he kept his eyes on you until you disappeared

"Sweet one isn't she?" Thor commented and it made Loki smile. Again. He was smiling alot today. A feeling that almost felt foreign to him "I got lunch for all of us even though you weren't picking up my call"

Loki took out his phone and tried to turn it on again and thankfully it did this time, as soon as the phone got the reception he noticed the million calls he had from Steve, That producer had also called him a few times, she wouldn't just let this opportunity go. She wanted to meet you both tomorrow so he texted her to confirm the meeting.

"I have to make a call..be quiet" Loki told Thor and the latter only rolled his eyes in response. He was calling Steve but he didn't want him to have even a smidgen of doubt regarding his whereabouts.

The phone call pulled the ground beneath his feet, Odin was in the city, he was around the place you both were living at currently. Was there a chance that the bastard knew where you two were? He must, afterall Natasha already knew where you two lived.

"Why the hell didn't you call y/n?" Loki asked him as his heart started to beat faster, he was also angry for having his phone turned off during such a time.

As you came back from the bathroom you found him talking angrily with someone on the phone and you knew it was Steve. Loki glared at you as Steve told him that he had called you a bunch of times and it went unanswered, you recognised that look very well, he was pissed and you were responsible for that.

"Loki i –" as he hung up you spoke to him but he cut you off,

"Shhhhhh don't say anything okay?" He said to you but his eyes were elsewhere, he didn't want to yell at you or hurt you again, you should have picked up Steve's call, you definitely should have but he didn't know why you chose to not do it. He wanted to stay calm and he wanted to know why you didn't talk to him. He was trying to make this relationship normal and the old him probably would have screamed at you for being a brat but he didn't want to hurt you like that anymore.

After a few seconds of contemplation he walked towards you and grabbed you by the hand to take you to the room with the roof window. As soon as you both entered he made you sit down on the bed

"Loki I'm sorry" your eyes welled up as you apologized but he didn't say anything for a few seconds, just stared at your face for moments that felt like an eternity, as you started to cry he grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly.

"Stop crying"

"I am sorry"

"I know..i know okay? Now stop crying"

Who was going to tell him that a person couldn't just stop crying right on command?

"Why didn't you pick up his call? He could have harmed you, could have taken you away from me"

His eyes teared up as he pulled away to look at you.

"I just.. I was scared he'd tell me something awful again or you'll be taken away, I just wanted you to be happy, happy the way you were this morning" you sniffled and his brows furrowed. He cupped your cheeks in his palms then he kissed you softly, you expected him to go off on you and be mad at you but he was trying to change even though you pretty much deserved it this time.

"I appreciate that baby, i really do my little angel but I need you to be careful from now on okay?" He mumbled softly so you nodded.

"Are you mad?"

"No baby it's okay, you're safe in my arms, that's all that matters " the back of his fingers rubbed over your lips before he kissed you again, he was going to pull away but you grabbed him by the collar of his tshirt and kissed him again as passionately as you could.

"Fuck me daddy"

"Shhhh you can't say stuff like that sweetheart" he moaned as your fingers ran through his scalp, you were going to answer but he grabbed your hand and placed it right on the bulge in his pants "This is what you do to me" he picked you up and laid you down on the bed underneath him, the sky was clear today and the sunlight was beaming in from the window right on top of you both.

"Pleasee daddy" you whined again and he loved it more than he thought it was possible for him to love a girl whining so desperately underneath him. However you were no ordinary girl, you were his girl, the girl he had known since she was a literal baby, half of him felt corrupt like always but the other half rejoiced in the feeling.

"Please what, hmm? Need my cock in that pretty little cunt? Told you you'd crave it" he whispered in your ears and it made you bite on your lips involuntarily. He was so sexy and he was all yours, you didn't even know how you got so lucky, couldn't understand how your dreams came to life so beautifully. Your head rolled back as he pulled your jeans down the legs, he wrapped your legs around his waist and his cock brushed over your wet lips.

"Sure you want this right now?" He asked as his fingers rubbed over your swollen lips so you nodded desperately. You didn't just want it, you needed it at that moment. His cock was already hard so he thrusted in slowly and the girth made you gasp. This was much better than the last night because your mind was able to focus on the feeling of being filled with his cock instead of the pain.

"God you're huge daddy" he chuckled as you mumbled, the button of your shirt was opened from top to bottom so he could get a view of your bra clad breasts, he absolutely enjoyed the disheveled state you were in right now.

"And your cunt is so tiny baby" he pumped in and out of you slowly, your hands traveled down from his upper back, grabbing those plush cheeks felt heavenly.

You never had to worry about getting pregnant either with him because he had a vasectomy done once you both moved to LA. He wanted to be a free bird and fuck whosever he wanted to without needing a barrier of any sorts.

"Dadddy... I .." you couldn't even finish your words as the sensation began to build.

"Can't even think now can you? Would you mind if I tell you how fucking stupid you look right now?" His thrusts slowed down in pace but the intensity was increased. Your walls tightened around him, you always loved it when he was condescending with you. You wanted nothing more than to be his stupid little baby.

"Dadddy please.. I just.. oh god"

You were just a mindless mess by the time he was done cumming inside you , every inch of your skin felt on fire and he was to blame. As he pulled out of you his cum spilled out as well so he shoved it in again with his fingers, he used the bathroom and got some paper towels to clean you up before he pulled your pants up, you smiled at him as he started to button up the shirt, his shirt that you were wearing. You made grabby hands and he couldn't help but smile. Again

"I assume you want to snuggle now"

"Yesss Cuddles pleasssee" you chimed in so he leaned over you and kissed your forehead before he laid next to you and pulled you in his arms as tightly as he could "Your snuggies are the best"

"What is that word?" He chuckled

"Snuggies..it's so warm and cozy "

"You are adorable aren't you?" Your face flushed as he said that when suddenly a thought bothered him "Wait, how many people have you had snuggies with before?"

Asked the guy who had fucked half of New York and three fourth of LA, He was jealous by the thought of other stupid boys or men snuggling you like this, he was probably more jealous of them getting to see this adorable side of you.

"Not many, yours are the best like i said" your hold around him tightened and it made him feel better. You were not allowed to give any other men snuggies from now on.

Only him. Just him. Him forever.

"I feel like an awful person now but every time a man held me I was just picturing you, I even gifted them cologne you used to use so they would smell like you, i closed my eyes and imagined that it was you holding me instead. I never thought I'd ever get to have you all to myself" he hummed as you finished speaking. He knew you lusted after him, he just never really wanted to believe that you had such deeper feelings for him.

"We have cuddled before baby" his fingers caressed your back so you sighed

"Not like this" he hummed again as you said that.

"Well at least you didn't have your cock shoved in them while you wished for them to be someone else, I'm still the worst person here"

He chuckled as he got up and put his hand out, you both had to go out at some point or Thor would have barged in.

"I hope that someone is me" you said to him and he shook his head to tease you. You didn't really need an answer, you knew it was you, it has always been you for him.

"Change the sheets you couple of twats" Thor threw a fresh pair of bedsheet at Loki so you took it from him.

"I'll do it" you kissed his cheek before you sauntered your way back to the room.

"It's cute how the pussy has got you all mellowed" Thor smirked at him and Loki rolled his eyes but when he didn't hear a response from his brother he spoke again "Are we going to talk about it or not?" Thor hinted at the Odin situation so Loki walked past him and sat down on the couch.

"Did she give away anything?" Loki questioned.

"She said that Odin knew that y/n was a virgin still, but heyy that's fixed now"

"But how did he know? I didn't know"

Thor smiled and took out his phone, he opened your Twitter account and there was a tweet you wrote like six months ago while you were drunk out of your mind at some party.

The tweet probably would have made him chuckle if he wasn't so tensed.

"That bastard has been stalking huh??" Loki's jaw clenched as he mumbled .

"Well that's how he found those sad depressed turds back then to fool them.. you two can stay here, we will deal with him"

Loki looked at Thor as he said that, it was a generous offer. Very generous but he couldn't afford that.

"We can't, she has work, we also need to meet that producer chick tomorrow..she keeps bugging me"

"Hmm can I come?" Thor asked him with a hopeful look in his eyes. He was losing his mind all alone here.

"Can you disguise yourself?" Loki asked him so Thor gave him a wide smile.

"I'm the master of disguise"

On the drive back home, Loki was nervous about taking you back to the city, he was terrified of running into Odin, he knew he wasn't the same old scrawny kid that his father abused all the time but the scars from the abuse still remained and they reminded him of his weakness, he was afraid he'd turn into the same old frail boy as soon as he's confronted with Odin. He didn't want to fail you, he wanted to keep you protected from that monster, as your man that was his only responsibility, he didn't think he'd be able to go on if something bad would happen to you.

"Oh my goddd" you gasped as you saw something on your phone so he looked at you all worried. What you showed him didn't ease any of his worries and he knew his worries won't ease until this whole situation is dealt with.

After Odin, James and Clint, his right and left hand men had escaped away from the prison as well just this afternoon.

And he was deathly afraid, he was truly afraid of those men.

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Note : We are reaching the end here, we have a few chapters still.

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