#Which is cleaning up the mess that's been made by a monster that they pushed into the sewers in session ONE (11 sessions ago)

[lexicals]

I love to finish a session and think "wow I bullshitted like 90% of that. Awesome"

[ixtaek]

They were all incredibly kind.

Zelda watched them as they helped the former residents of Skyloft—moving supplies, crafting tools, teaching the patrols how to defend themselves from the dangers of the surface.

The Hero of Hyrule demonstrated how to tell if water was safe to drink. “You want water that’s moving, and ideally deep.” He grinned as he ladled out of a bucket. “It’s best to boil the water and let it cool. That will get rid of any toxins and germs that might be lingering in it.” He tried to take a sip but the water poured out faster than he expected, pouring down his front as Kukiel giggled at him.

A vision flashed through Zelda’s mind, overlaying the scene. The Hero of Hyrule gripping a sword, blood dripping down his tunic as he struggled away from a monster clawing for his face. The beast cackled as the Hero tried to swipe at them while his shield arm hung limp, shield dragging—

She blinked, Hyrule’s laughter as he dumped a spoonful of water on Kukiel as well breaking through the vision. The girl squealed and shook her head to send droplets flying.

The Hero of Twilight and Time lifted a log into place, letting the builders work to secure it in the new cabin wall. The two seemed to have a bet going about who could hold it up longer. Their arms both shook from the effort of—

A boy, barely reaching her knee, breathing heavily as he shoved his shield forward to block a blow by an undead monster. The boy lowered his defense to fumble for his sword. The monster took the blow without flinching, long teeth slavering as it unhinged its jaw and screamed—

The scene dissolved into a long bridge. A snarling boar pawed at the other end, tusks stained with blood. The monster astride its back howled a battle cry, a small child held aloft on its spear. The hero to her left gasped in horror, his blue eyes locked on the child. He spurred his steed forward, sweat dripping down his face as—

“I yield, I yield!” Twilight yelped. The wall was already secured as the hero fell back, giggling. The Hero of the Wild accepted his ten rupee bribe from Time before continuing his tickle assault on his mentor.

A mere boy staggering as the lasers hit him in the chest, the side of his head gushing blood, arms still trying to hold up a shield to protect—

“Zel?”

She turned, almost falling against Link’s chest. Sky’s eyes were soft as they traced over her face. “Are you… What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She tried to smile, ignoring the wetness in her eyes. “I’m fine, Link. Just a little out of sorts.”

The divine blood in her burned. Link smiled and pulled her closer, hugging gently.

Soft hands wielding a flaming sword, lighting crackling through his body. Fighting a demon that should have been slain ages ago by the gods, by— by—

“… By me…”

“What?” Link held her at arms length so he could look at her face. “Zelda, what are you talking about?”

“All of you… none of you should have had to go through what you did!” Zelda could feel the tears on her cheeks. “Hylia shouldn’t have put you through all of that. She—I—used all of you! It’s all my fault for not defeating Demise sooner, before you ever had to step in and clean up my mess!”

She pushed away. Many people were staring now, villagers and heroes alike.

Falling from the cliffs as a giant bird became a smaller and smaller speck in the sky, the screams of his sister like—

—hounds baying in the distance, knights brandishing swords as his short legs fled—

—waves of foes overwhelming their defenses, his brothers in arms falling around him, the weapons clattering as they fell from their limp hands—

—the blade his grandfather made going flying as the blow meant for Zelda hit him head on, the wind ripping at his tunic as he heard the curse strike his friend—

She couldn’t stand it. Her feet were moving before she knew where she was going.

“Zelda! Wait!”

She kept going, the visions buffering her every which way. A mask clamping—his body fracturing—a traitor’s blade in—the island fading into—the malice clinging to his—tentacles lurching forward—his own face rendered in dark—reaching for her as a tornado sucked her away—

Zelda blinked, looking up. The impassive face of the goddess stared down, without a trace of pity. Hylia. The divine protector of her people. The holy maiden. Her.

The one who had failed, who had sent them all to—

—dark magic suffocating his split mind—sparking a flame so they wouldn’t claim his blood—the magic of the woods stripping his flesh—the dark water—the endless fighting—the intrigue—the—

“Why?!” She screamed. “Why would you do it to them? Why make them suffer?! They are just boys, and you—I—we break them down and don’t even care that we do! They must hate us for—“

“Why should we hate you?”

The voice made her wince, spinning around, covering her mouth. The heroes, all of them, stood a careful distance away, Link at the head of the group. It wasn’t him who had spoken.

The Hero of Legend ambled forward, looking up at the statue. His sharp eyes scanned the goddess, and he sighed.

“I was 11 when my uncle was killed. He held my hand as he died.” He closed his eyes, grimacing. “He wasn’t killed by Hylia, or the golden three. He was killed by a wizard called Agahnim.”

“When I was 12, my best friend got turned into stone.” Four shuffled his feet. “It wasn’t Hylia who did it. It was a sorcerer named Vaati.”

“When I was 10, I was trapped in a time loop trying to stop the apocalypse.” Time ignored the whispers by the others at this admission. “It wasn’t Hylia or the goddess of time who started that disaster. It was a demon named Majora.”

“And my sister got taken by the Helmaroc King!”

“My village children were taken by Zant.”

Legend looked at her sidelong. “And guess who was behind most of those threats?”

“Ganon.” whispered Hyrule, running a finger over his gauntlets. “It’s almost always Ganon.”

“But—“ Zelda scrubbed at her face. “But it’s my fault! Why didn’t I stop Demise before he could do that to you? What sort of goddess sends children to fight her battles?”

Time snorted, moving closer to her, careful not to invade her space till she nodded weakly. “Zelda, do you think we wouldn’t have done those things?”

She blinked. “What?”

“Ya think I wouldn’t have gone after my sister? No one had to make me!” Wind grinned. “In fact, nothing would have stopped me!”

The others nodded.

“But I saw it, the terrible things you went through! Hylia watched, and you suffered!” She gestured at them all. “What you’re still suffering! This quest—“

“Sounds to me like we have a goddess literally lookin’ out for us, even now.” Twilight crossed his arms, smirking. “Probably wouldn’t have ended as good as it has without you protecting us.”

“As good as it—“

Smiling and blushing as the newly awakened princess kissed him on the cheek—gripping the rails as the new land swung into view over the horizon—watching the reflected world bloom back into life as Lorule’s Triforce was restored—hugging the children as they rode back into the village—fields of blue flowers blooming underfoot as he rode along and watched the reconstruction—the proud smile of his father as he worked with the squadron instead of going rogue—joining Zelda and Lana as they stood before the cheering troops, Hyrule free once more—Malon looking radiant as she walked down the aisle—clutching their daughter, the first Princess of the newly founded Hyrule—

Link took her hands gently. “If Hylia didn’t care, why would she—or you—have watched out for us the whole time? If you didn’t care, why would you be so upset by what we’re going through, if our own free will?” Zelda sniffled, letting him hold her. “We don’t blame you. It’s Demise’s fault, or Ganon’s. Not Hylia’s. And not yours.”

She squeezed him, looking up at the statue. Her smile was gentle, her wings spread overhead, sheltering them all. She swore she always would watch over them.

Till the very end.

[slutforleeminho]

Cockwarming • Lee Minho

"Fuck" Minho cursed as you slid down on his cock. Your back flat against his chest and his hands gripping your hips to push you down further. Once he was completly inside of you, you sighed and relaxed letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. Minhos hands traveled up your sides until he reached your exposed breasts and softly placed his hands around them. You stayed like that for a few moments until that relaxation turned into torture.

"Minho" you whined, wiggling your hips a little hoping for some kind of friction. Which only resulted in Minho groping your tits harshly ripping a loud moan from you. "Stay still for me baby" He wispered in your ear. You knew better than to disobey him, knowing it wouldn't get you anywhere other than being edged for hours on end with no release. That's how minho is, he wants you to obey him, be his good little girl for him to use. And so you will obey every demand that comes from his pretty mouth. Even if that meant you had to sit on his pulsing cock with absolutly no movement. It may be torture but you knew the reward would be so worth it. It always was. Minho wasn't a monster, he would always made sure you got what you wanted. But only when you earned it.

He started placing soft kisses behind your ear. Until his gentleness turn rough and started sucking harsly, making you whimper softly. You knew he was leaving dark marks all over your neck and sholder but you couldn't bring yourself to care. It felt to good. He felt too good. He was all over you, on your neck, hands toying with your hardened nipples, and his dick deep inside of you. You couldnt get enough of him.

He started sucking on that one spot on your neck that he knew drove you insane. Making you involuntarily clench around him. He moaned into your neck sending vibrations threw you and you swore another minute and you would explode. But he pulled back and you were worried that that was it. That he was done. Until he finally spoke.

"You look so pretty like this. Such a mess, all for me to clean up. Is that what you want baby? Do you want me to make you feel good? To make you cum?"

"Yes" You said almost not letting him finish his sentance. "Yes Minho please, please fuck me"

"Oh baby" he giggled "I'm not fucking you tonight. I want you to make yourself cum on my cock. I want you to stay like this"

"How?" you asked genually curiose. How are you supposed to finish if he doesnt move. He grabed your hand and led it to your red and swollen clit.

"Play with it baby"

And thats exactly what you did. Now that you had permission you quickly started rubbing circles and figure eights. You were moaning as if it was Minhos fingers. But they weren't his, and couldnt bring you pleasure like his could. He took notice once your moans turned into heavy breathing. "Aww baby is it not enough?" He asked as he was rubbing soothing circles on your stomache.

"No" you choked out, getting frustrated from the lack of release. "I need you. I need your fingers. Fuck, Minho give me something. Anything."

"Do you think you've been a good girl?" As much as he would love to have you like this forever, his cock was painfully throbbing inside you.

"yes, baby please" you sounded so pathetic and needy. You almost didn't recognize your own voice. But you didn't care, with lust clouding your mind the only thing you were thinking about was your throbbing clit and your need for release.

Without another word minho snaked his hand to where your bodies connected and pushing your hand away. It's not like it was doing much anyways. He started with tracing his middle finger around the rim of where you were taking him in so well. Although it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge, it felt so good. Once he was finished teasing you he finally connected his middle and ring finger to your clit. You let out a loud, borderline pornographic moan which got minho even more excited. You felt him twitch inside of you and you almost felt bad that he wasn't getting any friction. But he knows he could bend you over this couch and fuck you dumb if he wanted to. But hes playing the long game. Teasing you until you can't take it anymore and cum everywhere just so he can fuck you through another orgasm, sometimes multiple. It felt like every time you let out a sound he would move his hand even faster so you tried your best to hold them in so he wouldn't completly destroy you. But it seemed he didn't like that. He took his left hand and landed a hard smack against your left thigh. "Don't hold back from me. I wanna hear your pretty noises. You sound so hot baby." And with that you let out a drawn out groan. One you've never heard before.

You started to get closer and closer with each passing second. He brought his free hand up to play with your sensitive nipple, rolling it in between his thumb and index finger. The string in your lower belly started to unravel and would soon snap.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby. Please let me cum. please I need it" You almost screamed out as you subconsciously start grinding down on him. He grabbed your hips stilling your movements.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me? You gonna cream all over my cock baby? Do it then, you earned it, love."

And thats all it took to push you over the edge. Moaning his name like a chant you knew by heart. Your whole boby tensed as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your walls spasming around him, and your back arching sligtly. As you were coming down from your amazing high, body relaxing and thighs acheing from the positon you've been in for what felt like hours, Minhos talented fingers didn't let up.

The overstimulation kicked in and your hips jerked back and your hand quickly grabbing his wrist attempting to stop his assault on your sensitive bud. But he was relentless. " Ah please, t-to m-much!" you yelped with a high pitched tone, stuttering, barely able to form a proper sentence.

"Isn't this what you wanted baby?" He growled into your ear, and you could hear the smirk that was plastered on his face. " You even begged for it"

"Please s-so sensitive" Your eyes rolling to the back of your head with tears streaming down your face. He loved seeing you like this, so overwhelmed and screaming his name. Cause it was the only word you could form, the only thing that really mattered. It rolled off your tongue so easily, he could bust his nut just hearing you call out for him.

Your second orgasm of the night hit you hard. You screamed louder than before, you knew the neighbors were gonna put in complaints but it's so worth it.

You felt like your lungs were going to explode, your chest heaving up and down, trying to catch your breath. Minho finally removed his hand from between your legs to comfort you by rubbing his hand up and down your thighs and torso.

"Are you okay, love?" His voice was soft, concern laced in his voice. "I feel amazing" You said through labored breathing. He laughed at that, his whole body heaving up and down because of it, but he was soon interupted by the presure it put on his pulsing cock. He let out a small grunt. "Let me take care of you" you lifted off of him, cringing at the overstimulation as you slid off of his still very hard dick. You turned around, finally getting a good look at his face.

He was looking up at you all innocently like he didn't just make a complete mess out of you. His hair was tousled, some stray hairs falling over his forhead, pupils blown out by the pent up need for you.

You leaned down until your lips were brushig over his ear. "Do you want me to suck you off? hmm? I don't think I can take you anymore tonight." You whispered seductively.

"Please" he begged. Minho never gets this needy, he's usually the one making you needy.

This is going to be fun.

I know this was kinda short but I enjoyed writing it. Minho is seriously wrecking me lol. Let me know what you think. Feedback is greatly appreciated:)

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[myeagleexpert]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗

And if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Howl's Moving Castle x Twisted Wonderland Au

The starry night at NRC was a spectacle of beauty and mystery, with the meteor shower painting the sky in shades of silver and gold. Yuu walked through the dark corridors of the Ramshackle dormitory, lit only by the flickering light of candles and a few points of failed electric light. Grim, the talking cat monster with dancing fire flames, followed beside her silently, his yellow eyes glowing with an unusual intensity and worried for his friend.

Today had been one of those days for the young woman without magic: Waking up late and almost late, she was intercepted by Crowley who had given exhaustive work that he himself had not done, the chemistry test that she and the infamous ADeuce had was a disaster, her crush had given the cold shoulder, Grim got into a totally unnecessary fight with some idiots from the fourth year and as a result they lost their lunch and got some scratches, and the front of his beloved Ramsharckle dorm collapsed, the damp and old wood had given way. The bitter taste in the mouth was not enough to bring a revolt from within Yuu so that she raised a scream of fury and stepped on the floor, her tired body just looked at the mess and walked straight past, the dejected soul took a shower where she hoped for the deep in her fragile heart, the shampoo would clean the dirt she felt and the tears would mix with the hot water.

At least I Tsunotaro will come today.- the only hope she could have that night was to see her dear friend. She put on her less tattered pajamas and sat at the study table waiting for the famous green fireflies to appear.

Unfortunately he didn't show up, the prince didn't answer the call.

The lack of Malleus's gentle presence made schoolwork become heavier and the lump in the throat tightened more and more, the clock was counting down the seconds to….

“Henchman, are you okay? Your eyes are red” with the little self-control he had, Yuu nodded, avoiding his feline friend's gaze and focusing on the blurry letters of school work and just in time the light in the dorm was cut off.

“NYAAH” “It was just what was needed!” Could it be Crowley's irresponsibility? The electricity bill? Was it an attack? A short circuit? Either way, it doesn't matter anymore.

The tired body got up and silently searched for the candles until strange lights passing through the window caught the girl's attention. Ah, the meteor shower. Like a leaf carried by the wind, Yuu's steps, even without hope, led her to the front part of the ramsharckle, the same part of which fell and collapsed. Pushing aside some wood, the girl sat down on the floor and Grim followed her shortly after, not trusting that her friend would be okay alone.

“Henchman, what are we doing here?” "I don't know…"

Will I ever really go home? Will I live forever in this place being this weak? I would do anything to see my family again… I myself will find a way to find my way back, whatever the cost.

Loneliness and anguish weighed on Yuu's heart, like chains that tied her to a distant past, an overwhelming longing for her homeland. She longed for a home, for a place where she could be truly happy. Home….my home….my family….The starry night shone with a unique and mysterious beauty, the shooting stars cutting across the sky like tears of light. Each meteorite that fell seemed to echo the loneliness and anguish that Yuu felt inside her.

As she watched the shooting stars cut across the sky like sharp blades, one of them stood out, shining with a disturbing intensity that seemed to whisper Yuu's name as the golden ball of fire quickly fell towards the ground. Without knowing why the girl just followed her heart and with an irresistible impulse, Yuu ran towards the shooting star, her mind filled with a mixture of despair and hope that she didn't know where it came from.

The powerful ball of fire broke apart and reflected various colors and when the star finally fell into her hands. As she held the star in her trembling hands, Yuu felt a wave of magical power envelop her, making her tremble with emotion and fear. A magical energy enveloped her, and in an instant, the star fell apart, disappearing into her body. A warm feeling filled Yuu, and she felt her heart beat faster than ever. The star, now resident in her being, revealed its mysterious and enigmatic personality, whispering ancient secrets and dark promises in her ears and finally a deal was made between the magicless human and the fallen star.

As Yuu absorbed the star's powers, the old Ramshackle dormitory began to shake and transform in sinister and fascinating ways before his eyes. Walls contorted, furniture came to life, and the abandoned place metamorphosed into a lively castle, with sparkling towers and enchanted gardens. The magic of the falling star had awakened the true essence of the place, revealing its hidden beauty.

The animated castle, now filled with the dark aura of the shooting star, rose majestically from the ground, its dark towers rising like sharp claws against the starry sky. The enchanted garden has turned into a maze of thorns and shadows, where unknown creatures lurk in the shadows, watching with glowing, hungry eyes.

“H-henchman! What is happening??"

With an enigmatic smile on her lips, Yuu looked at Grim, whose gaze reflected a mixture of fear and confusion. "Let's go home," she whispered, her voice echoing like a whisper of unknown magic. The cat nodded silently and ran to the girl's shoulders, saving his questions for later, because maybe later Yuu wouldn't be looking like a crazy woman with a flying Ramsharckle.

The old Ramsharckle dorm floated to where the two were and the door opened waiting for the two to climb up to finally grant the previously magicless girl's heart's desire.

“I'll come back to say goodbye later”

Who knows if she would come back who knows if not

She looked back one last time, remembering her adventures with the troublemaking cat and all the friends she made there. And with a firm step the girl went up in her castle and felt more ready than ever to embark on this adventure.

As the castle floated toward the distant horizon, the lights of shooting stars and meteorites hovered above them, shrouding them in a veil of mystery and intrigue. Yuu felt a shiver run down his spine, but also a sense of determination and courage that had long been forgotten.

And so, enveloped by the darkness of the starry night and the sinister magic of the falling star, Yuu and Grim set out on a journey into the unknown, where ancient secrets and intertwined destinies awaited them in the shadows of their path. Amidst the darkness and starlight, Yuu and Grim's journey was just beginning, with the power of the shooting star guiding their steps towards their final destination.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

I’ve been binge reading all your OP works this morning and they’re so good! 😫 ❤️‍🔥 could I make a request for the monster trio making reader squirt for the first time ☺️

A/N: Aww Thank you! :D You’re so sweet and alrrrriighttyyyy👁️👁️ enjoy!

Monster Trio Making You Squirt For The First Time Headcanons (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Squirting

Sanji

He had a goal to do this since you both started having sex

It’s canon he reads porn, okay idc what y’all say those magazines in his locker was at least 70% playboy/porno books. So he has seen women do many things but the one thing he always was fanscinated with and wanted to try was to make a woman squirt.

Now that he has you and you guys were constantly having sex when readily available, Sanji always makes it his goal to make you squirt

He tries a lot with his tongue, his fingers, his Dick, he doesn’t care he just wants to be graced with the view of you releasing your sweet juices on him.

It’s been 2 months and he hasn’t been able to achieve his goal and it’s been starting to bug him.

He knows he is still satisfying you regardless but he won’t be until he figures out how to make it happen

He almost gave up when he found one of Robin’s more “adult” books and read about the woman’s body. And he figured out where your special little G-spot was so he decided to try it out tonight after dinner

“Sanji…” you moaned out, you were on top of the Kitchen counter, bottoms thrown across the clean floor and your pretty blonde in between your thighs, “We could …ah-have done this in my room—-uh!”

He wasn’t even listening to your pleads which was unusual on his part but he was too too focused. He began to scissor you and suckle on your swollen clit for some time now causing your hips to buck in his mouth.

Sanji then grabbed your inner thighs with both hands squeezing them as he decides to use his tongue to fuck your little hole, it wasn’t long until his tongue brushed onto a sensitive spot inside your walls making you cry out his name.

“Fuck—Sanji there!”

Finally, he made you squirt, the feeling felt so weird yet so good cumming in his mouth like that and like the dirty boy he is he lapped you up clean.

“That’s all I wanted from you, my love.” He cupped your fucked out face smiling at you before letting you taste yourself on his mouth.

Zoro

When it happens he jerks back and thinks you pissed on him

He has never made you squirt before and you mentioned how you never had to done to you so he always kept it in the back of his mind to make you squirt but he didn’t make it the main focus when you both have sex

However today he touched a new area inside you and you just let go without warning

He was fingering you and it just happened

“DID YOU JUST—?!”

“NO NO! I SQUIRTED ZORO!”

He looked down at the wet mess you made on his sheets and forearm, “You never done that before have you?”

“No…but you knew that.”

“I know but…I didn’t think you’d actually end up doing it you drenched me all I was doing was fucking you with my fingers.”

“You make me feel good asshole what do you think was ganna happen…”

You felt his mood shift, he almost smirked at you the same way he does after an enemy attacks him and it made you sit up, but he just pushed you back down as he kissed you harshly on the lips with his hand around your throat.

“So I make you feel that good huh…” His voice was deep in your ear, almost above a growl, you felt his hand caress the side of your naked body making you shiver, “You wanna do that for me again?”

“I can’t control it Zo—AH!”

He pushed your thighs to press against your chest and used his index and middle finger to make vicious back and fourth movements on your untouched clit, spitting on it to lubricate it more.

“That’s okay, I’ll teach this pussy of mine to squirt in command soon enough.”

Luffy

He’s shocked but doesn’t care too much and keeps going

He really doesn’t mind how messy sex get as long as nobody shits, farts, or throws up

However you never squirted before so it felt weird

“Wa-wait—ah Luffy wait!” You Held his shoulders to push his back from your neck, “I—I um..”

Luffy felt the rush of warm liquid hit his lower abs, but he didn’t pay much mind to it until he looked down,

“Did you pee? It’s okay we can—“

“N-no I didn’t I..I squirted.”

He looked at you dumb founded and then sat back and laughed, “YOU WHAT?!”

“LUFFY!” You shoved your face into the pillow feeling embarrassed, he was tickled to death to know about your new “feature” when having sex.

“So You’re Like a little Water gun, huh.”

“STOP IT!”

“I’m just kidding Y/N!” He pulled the pillow off of you to peck your pouty lips, “It’s okay. As Long as it didn’t hurt i don’t care….it didn’t hurt right?”

“No it didn’t ….it was actually the opposite…you…made me feel really good.” You mumbled, afraid of stroking his ego somehow.

And you did.

“Well then let’s try it again! I wanna see it happen this time!”

“Wait what—LUFFY NO!”

Luffy readjust his cock back into you since it was slipping out and rest your ankles on his shoulder, “Okay so just do what you did last time, okay?”

“Luffy i can contro—AH!”

It was too late to reason with the man he wanted to see you squirt and he was going to do just that with his Dick and tongue all night if he had too.

Because now that’s his new favorite thing to see you do.

[myrunawaysweets]

On purpose

Everyone talked as they ate their lunch after hard training.

" so (l/n), what kind of knight are you hoping to work as?" One of the male knights at the table asked.

"I want to serve directly under prince katsuki's commands, his firsthand knight" you smiled, a bit of crumbs on your face.

"But he's like a tyrant! You do remember what happened to his last knight, right?"

"I'm sure that was an accident, no one has proof that the prince was the cause" you laughed, waving his concerns away. "Knight eijiro was a great guy, an even better brother figure to me, but what happened was not the prince's fault"

"Your funeral" the table of knights, in which were mainly guys, sighed as they knew you wouldn't give up easily.

Days passed, everyone tried to talk you out of it, they couldn't just stand by and watch as the cute and innocent (y/n) (l/n) walk into the doors of Prince Katsuki Bakugou's dungeon.

"You may now enter the throne room of prince katsuki Bakugou!" A man stretched his arm out toward the door on his left.

Walking into the giant room you noticed all the heads and horns of various monsters, hung on the walls, menacingly.

You knelt onto one knee as you were finally in front of the prince.

"Why do you wish to work as my knight? Do you not fear of what lurks in this palace?"

Without lifting your head you spoke "for as long as I remember I have looked up to you, your strength is unmatchable, your quick witted and excel in every aspect, I find no honor in serving anyone but you"

The room fell silent as your words hung in the air. The eyes of the monsters seemingly watching your every move.

"Very well... I accept you into my palace, as my right hand knight. You may now stand"

You stood up and faced the prince, his red eyes burning holes into your body, but it didn't bother you...

》 two months later 《

A loud yell was heard from the princes room.

You stood beside the door as he walked around the room throwing things aimlessly around the room. The prince was still in his sleepwear, minus a shirt.

"HOW THE FUCK IS THAT SHITTY DEKU GETTING SO STRONG ALREADY?!" the blonde screamed, throwing a table out the window with ease. "HE ONLY JUST STARTED HUNTING"

"My lord, I heard it is because his mother wed another man who is great in the skill of hunting" you spoke up, cleaning up the mess in the maids stead so they could avoid getting hurt.

The blonde boy plopped onto his chair, facing an empty space where his table used to be. "A commoner perhaps?"

You crouched down to pick up the glass as he growled in annoyance.

"My lord, maybe we should go out and hunt some feral beasts, you always calm down after a hunting session"

"Yeah, sure whatever" he huffed as he pushed himself off the couch, striding towards the bathroom connected to his room.

"Then I shall let her highness-"

"No need, lets go, just the two of us, don't let anyone know" he poked his head out of the bathroom doorway and smirked "and grab my hood, I want to go see what the towns people have been doing as of late"

"Yes your majesty" you bowed and left the room.

The prince is not as bad as everyone made him out to be, sure he can get very angry at times and throw a tantrum every now and then but he's not like that all the time, he can be very quiet and level headed when planning battle strategies, and he always makes sure to tell the truth no matter what it is about, the only problem is that he doesn't socialize well with others.

"Ah! Knight (l/n)! May I escort you to the princes upcoming birthday party?" A fellow knight of the palace stood in front of you as a few maids scurried behind you.

The princes birthday party was always a big celebration, due to him being the only heir to the throne, it lasted up to a week straight. Lately knights, and servants of the castle have been asking you pretty frequently about escorting you to the party, it was only traditional to have an escort when attending a social gathering, and considering it was in less than a month, people needed to start taking actions on who they would ask.

"Sorry but I will be working throughout that week, you of all should know that with big parties like this, the princes life is at more risk, therefore I will be by his side until he dismisses me for the night"

The knights shoulders slumped slightly as he gave an awkward smile "yeah... well I'll see you then" he then proceeded to speed walk out of the hallway.

The maids whispering came to a halt as you felt a presence behind you.

Turning around you were faced with the prince. he looked down at you with those crimson eyes that you have become familiar with, his blonde spiked hair now slightly down as water drops rolled off, down his neck and eventually to the towel tied onto his hips.

"My lord, lets get you dried off properly" you hurried him to his room, pushing him inside as you shut the door behind you.

"Why did you say you were working on my birthday?" He sat down on his bed as you grabbed another towel to thoroughly dry his hair gently as to not create split ends.

"Because I am"

"But its a full week of a celebration"

"My lord-"

"Katsuki... you know my name... use it" he grabbed your wrist, stopping it from moving the towel over his face.

"I cant say your name! Your my superior! My master!" You blushed as you tried to pull away.

"Your my right hand knight, if you cant say my name, then how can I be sure you'll never keep any type of secret from me?"

His words hung in the air, you closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath. "K...kat...suki" you peeked your eyes open, waiting for some sort of punishment to be waiting for you.

"Again"

"My lor- Katsuki, we are getting off topic, and you'll get sick if you don't let me dry your hair properly" you sighed.

"Fine..."

"I plan to work because I am your knight, not the queens, not the kings, or the townsfolk, yours, so in order for me to properly protect you, I must be by your side always" you continued, formerly being cut off by the princes statement.

The room was silent as you rubbed the towel on his head, and with a gentle smile, you looked at him "all done, now lets get ready to kill some monsters"

"Get the hoods ready, I'll be down in a few minutes" he stood up as you walked out, making your way down the corridors.

"Knight (l/n), why are you smiling so much?" A maid with long green hair and big eyes asked you.

You lifted your hand to your face lightly. "I didn't realize i was smiling"

》time skip to the forest《

"What beast shall I slay today?" Katsuki dragged his sword onto the ground as he walked beside you.

"May I suggest those pesky wolves? I've heard they've been terrorizing the village lately"

The prince grinned as he nodded his head.

Making your way down to the forest near the village, you noticed that a leaf had fallen onto the princes hair.

"The fuck are you doing?" You were snapped out of your thoughts, frozen in place, your hand still stretched out to the leaf, just centimeters away, katsuki's face was tainted with pink as he looked at you.

"There was a leaf in your hair" you pulled it out and held it in front of his face, regaining your composure you and the prince continued the walk.

You had searched the whole forest area for the wolves, and with no prevail, you and katsuki started your way to the village.

"Have you ever been to the village, (y/n)?" You looked up at katsuki's hooded face as he spoke beside you.

"No, for as long as I remember, I've always been in the castle, training to be a knight"

"Huh" he said, as if he heard something highly amusing.

"What?" you looked up at the ash blonde for an answer.

"Nothing lets just keep going" he quickened his pace as soon as he finished his sentence.

The village was filled with very lively, people were on the streets, hurrying to who knows where, children laughed and danced as the smell of freshly made food filled the air around you two.

"This is amazing!" You slid your hood off and gaped at the sight around you.

Everyone here had a smile on their face, people laughing, people talking, being free, it was so beautiful to see.

Katsuki walked up to you, two wooden sticks pushed through an assortment of meats in his hands.

"Eat" you looked at him with a confused smile as he held one of the meats up to your mouth.

"But-"

"Dont talk, just eat it" he glared at you "thats an order"

"BUT-"

"are you disobeying orders?"

Without another word you opened your mouth and bit into the juicy seasoned meat, your eyes lighting up immediately as the flavors melted in your mouth.

"Its called a shishkabob" katsuki explained, biting into the other one "take it"

With hesitation you grabbed the stick and dug in.

The two of you sat on a bench, it was facing the open area, letting you and katsuki see the people scurrying around.

"That was amazing" you sighed, wishing for more.

"It could use more spice but I guess" katsuki tossed his stick onto the ground. Not even 10 seconds later a man moved to grabbed his shoulder.

Moving at the speed of light you whipped out a dagger and pointed it at the man's throat "hands off. NOW" you spoke menacingly.

Immediately he lifted his hand away from the prince and grabbed the stick, quickly throwing it in the garbage as he ran away.

"Fuck, I forget how serious you can be" he chuckled.

"Like I said, I am your knight" giggling lightly, you looked back at the crowd.

People were dancing in pairs, all around the place, children even danced whether it be a dog, younger siblings or a parent.

"Look at that!" You watched in amusement, as their bodies moved in sync to the music being played.

"Wanna try it?" You were snapped out of your thoughts as katsuki stood up.

"I-I cant, I never knew how to dance, and even so I can't possibly dance with the prince-" your words were cut off as screams were heard just down the road, everyone's movements stopped as they turned to see a pack of wolves attacking the villagers and dragging away women.

"Now that I think of it, this isn't right, wolves only hunt to eat, barely in the summer, the livestock is good here too, yet they are attacking the men, follow me, my lord"

You and katsuki walked over to the commotion, drawing your blades as the wolves ran forward.

Without wasting any more time, you and the prince had all the wolves dead except for one.

"This one has strange eyes" you held its mouth closed as you looked into its purple irises.

" maybe its a beastmen, maybe they all were? Either way they attacked the bakugou kingdom, attacking innocent people, they deserved this" katsuki growled, plunging his sword into the wolves head.

"Well thats over with" you wiped the blood off the blade and onto the dead wolves hide.

"Now about that dance-" katsuki turned to you but was cut off at the site of the village bowing down to the prince, and his knight, while moving aside for the people they knew as a group of royal guards (probably sent by the queen and king) marched forward.

"The queen wishes an audience with the crown prince" one of the guards stated.

"Tch" katsuki glared at the guards, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let me guess, its about-"

"We do not know the exact reason why queen Mitsuki wishes to talk about"

Getting ticked off at their attitude towards the prince you took out your sword once again.

"Watch your tongue when speaking to the prince, you dare cut the prince off from talking?" you held the Blade towards the group of armored men.

"You dare threaten a Royal guard?"

"I'm threatening someone who has disgraced my master!" Your voice got louder as the guards slowly reached for their weapons.

"Leave her alone, thats an order, next time I catch you threatening a royal family member or a loyal knight I will cut your tongue out myself" katsuki grabbed your arm as he walked towards the castle.

By the time you two had arrived, it was just an hour before sunset.

"Bring me to my mother" prince katsuki demanded one of the servants, and as soon as the servant obliged the prince strode off.

As soon as he was a distance away you began to make your way to the training ground. They may want to speak alone. Unsheathing your sword, you began to swing and use all your might on the dummy, sparring a few times with another knight every now and then, just to get lost in thought about the prince... he was different from most men in this kingdom, there was no reason to deny it. From the blonde hair, red eyes to the devilish smirk he would show you when discussing battle tactics, he was completely outstanding, a man alongside gods, that no one could harm.

You held your sword to the throat of your opponent, his whimpers snapping you out of your thoughts to realize the heat rising in your cheeks.

Deciding to finally finish, you started your way to the Queens chambers, assuming prince Katsuki would still be there with his mother.

Approaching the large doors, you heard yelling, and the muffled sound of crashing. knocking a few times before quickly entering, you were greeted with katsuki standing, the chair he used to be sitting on now tipped over behind him along with broken remIns of the tea set that was formerly placed in front of the two royals. his hands firmly placed on the table in front of him as he leaned over to the Queen who readied her snacks to throw at Katsuki.

"I TOLD YOU I DONT NEED A DAMN BRIDE" the prince yelled, slamming his hands on the table once more.

"IF YOU WANT TO RULE THIS KINGDOM YOUR GONNA NEED ONE!" with a quick motion of her wrist, the pastry flew into katsuki's face, knocking him back by the force.

"My lord!" You rushed behind him to catch him before he fell.

"Tch, what the hell are you doing here?" He smacked your hand away, as an attempt of showing his mother he was indeed strong enough to be trusted with the kingdom.

"I finished training so I rushed to return to your side" you stated, noticing the small cuts on his ankles and arms, along with a few bruises on his wrist, none of them were serious but it looked painful, and needed attention.

"Thank you for taking care of my son, knight (l/n), what would he do without you" Queen mitsuki smiled, her red dress hugging her body perfectly before flowing beautifully down from her hips, the fabric almost defying gravity as it swayed magically around her legs.

You were about to reply before the prince grabbed your arm while storming out of the room.

After a while, the servants became scarce in the hallways to none when you arrived in his chambers.

The prince didn't say anything this entire time as he sat down onto his chair, resting his cloak onto the new table infront of him, furiously wiping the jam off of his face.

"Let me see your wrist" you demanded, reaching your hand out for him.

"Since when do I take orders from you?"

"Let me see your wrist, now" you stretched out the last word with a serious tone.

Hesitating, the prince gave you his wrist, revealing the dark bruises and few light cuts. Gazing at his wounds you lightly gasped, hating the thought of katsuki being injured in any way, if only you had stuck with him when he was talking with his mother, then you could've protected him more.

"Its nothing, the old hag just got me mad, I broke a cup, she threw the pieces, and that just so happened to be in my direction" he mumbled, noticing your concern.

"What about this?" You lightly pressed on the dark spot on his wrist, making him wince.

"Its nothing..." he muttered, a dark look in his eyes.

"if it hurts that bad, then its not 'nothing'" you looked up at him, standing from your kneeling position. "I'll be right back"

Not even 10 seconds later you returned with medical supplies.

"There seems to be a bit of glass stuck in your cuts, and without proper treatment, they will get worse" you spoke in a serious tone.

A 'tch' sound left his lips before turning his head, reluctantly holding his arms out, ready for healing.

Without missing a beat, you started treating the marks on his body.

As you did so, katsuki couldn't help but notice how focused you were, how loyal, trusting and... beautiful you were... ever since the incident with knight eijiro happened, he had closed himself off to everyone, and now here you were, devoting yourself to him, and only him, he wonders if that devotion would linger if he wasn't the prince... but why would that matter? Your just a knight... your just someone that will eventually leave, and once that happens, another person will take your place. One day, you will fall in love, get married and have children... but why does that idea upset him so much?

As you finished wrapping the bandages on you subconsciously kissed it lightly, as you were lost in focus. Not even noticing what you had done, you continued to wet a cloth and carefully wipe his face clear of the sticky jam.

As soon as you were done, you left the supplies to the maids as you ordered them to ready his meal.

"(Y/n)" katsuki motioned for you to come over to him.

You waved the maids off, and walked forward to the blonde.

"Do you think, we would still meet if I weren't the prince?"

You blinked a few times before answering. "Probably, you'd still be amazing, right? With your strength, battle tactics, and probably intelligence, but like I said before, i never left the castle training grounds before I became your knight"

He sighed, "I'm going to bed" he pulled the covers over himself, turning the opposite way from you, and closing his eyes despite it being relatively early in the afternoon.

"Goodnight, katsuki" you went to stand outside the door.

You stood there for hours, servants scurried by, almost as if they feared a dragon would jump out from the doors of his chamber. It was almost midnight, katsuki would wake up to train in about 6 hours.

You started dozing off, slapping yourself to stay awake, when you heard whimpers.

Creaking open the door, you stepped in.

There on his bed, katsuki was shaking in his covers, his brows furrowed in fear as he let out small whimpers.

You looked down at his sleeping figure, sad at what caused this. When prince katsuki was a child, he was kidnapped for a few days before finally the knights found him tied up and beaten in a dark room. He refuses to talk about what happened to him in that time, he was never the same again.

There have been rumors that he has nightmares and such, but no one has ever been able to confirm due to his mean demeanor.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you realized a tear rolling down his cheek. You decided to try calm him down by running your fingers through his blonde hair. Ever since you could remember, this was how your brother Eijiro would sometimes put you to sleep, you remember the way he would kiss your scrapes and cuts to make them better, and how he would always protect those who needed it.

While calmly combing your fingers through katsuki's hair, you noticed his brows slowly release their tension. You sighed in relief before he raised his arm and scooped you up, rolling on his side to place you laying beside him. You tried to get away before he woke up, but he just pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your uniform, before finally relaxing.

Wiggling, you tried once more before he spoke "quite moving, and go to sleep" you looked at his closed eyelids.

"Katsuki, I cant sleep in here" you whispered.

He grunted "says who" he opened one of his eyes ever so slightly "You've been up this entire time, would it kill you to just relax for once?"

"In this case, it would most likely kill you"

"Just shut up, surely there are more guards that can do that job, just, for now, stay with me" he closed his eyes and waited for an answer.

With a sigh, you got yourself comfortable. Ever since Eijiro passed away, your sleeping schedule was messed up, you'd stay awake for days on end, so how were you supposed to sleep now?

Minutes went by as you continued to play with his hair, his soft breathing calming your heartbeat. The cold breeze of the night blew in from his window, making you shiver. Almost Immediately katsuki's grip tightened as he held you closer, his arms shielding you from everything, the moonlight, the wind, from sight, even if someone walked in, they wouldn't be able to see you.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just close your eyes for a minute.

》in the morning《

Katsuki opened his eyes as his body instinctively knew when to wake up for training. He glanced down in his arms to see you sleeping, your lips slightly parted as your eyes were softly closed. You were snuggled into his chest, as he found his fingers in your hair. He quickly became a blushing mess at the site, memories slowly finding their way back to him.

He carefully got out of bed, not wanting to wake you. He quickly went to training, with nothing but the image of your resting face being the first thing he saw when he woke up, he could get used to that, it would definitely make the mornings better.

Time flew by, and when you had woken up, he was sitting in his bed beside you, reading a book.

"Good evening, sleepy head" he grinned.

You jumped up and fell off the bed, quickly recollecting yourself, you stood straight, your face burning with embarrassment as he laughed.

"Relax, if something was wrong, I wouldn't have let you sleep in" though he had stopped laughing his smile remained, it was a national treasure, and rarely seen.

"U-uh, yes sir!" You recomposed yourself.

"At ease, we need to talk about something " he placed his book down on the sheets and stared at you, mischief glinting in his eyes, the same look he had when hehad his opponent in checkmate. "About you working on my birthday, I have a plan for that..."

》the first day of the celebration of prince katsuki's birthday《

"My lord, congratulations on aging another year" one of the princes of a neighboring kingdom bowed. Katsuki was leaning back on the throne, his cape underneath him, legs spread open as he rested his cheek on his hand. In reply to the congratulations, he just timidly nodded his head.

Eventually the midoriya kingdom had showed up, katsuki greatly opposed this but eventually was over ruled by his mom and the very kind Queen Inko.

"Congratulations, kaachan!" A familiar voice rang in his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

Katsuki didn't even acknowledge the boy as the three congratulated him.

Though the party had begun and people started mingling among eachother to talk but katsuki was focused on finding a certain girl.

His eyes scanned the area of crowded people only to find deku talking with the one person he was looking for.

"You know, that dress really suits you!" You smiled and thanked him, looking down at the white dress katsuki had you fitted for, it wasnt a formal puffy dress, but a flowy one, it fell from your hips gracefully, like the one mitsuki had. The dress had straps about 2 fingers wide, that kept you fashionable, yet cooled down from the heat outside despite the cool spring breeze.

"Same with your suit" you gestured towards his attire.

"Oh, my mother had the finest designer make this" he said, shrugging it off as if it was nothing, and maybe to nobles, it was, but for you, it was amazing.

Eventually you felt a warm, strong arm slither itself around your waist as your nose was greeted with the scent of burnt caramel.

"Hello, kaachan" the boy you had come to know as prince izuku greeted.

The blonde grunted and pulled you closer.

"Katsuki, me and prince-"

"Izuku is fine" midoriya looked katsuki in the eyes with a grin, as if he was taunting a beast.

"I couldn't possibly call the prince of the midoriya kingdom, by his first name" you smiled, oblivious to the tension of the two males.

"I insist"

"How could I do such thing?"

"But you call prince katsuki by his name?"

You fell silent, not being able to deny any longer. "As you wish, i-izuku"

Midoriya grinned, seeing the discomfort on katsuki's face.

"Anywho, me and lady (y/n) were just talking about how great the celebration is" midoriya admitted "speaking of which, your around our age, right, Ms. (Y/n)?"

You nodded.

"You should start looking for a husband around this time, right?" Katsuki quickly caught on with what midoriya was hinting at.

"Well yes, but I'm more focused on-... my family" you almost lost your cover due to a small conversation.

"Your family? I'm guessing your closeness to kaachan is the reason your able to attend, ive never heard of a noble family of the last name (l/n)" he took a sip of his drink, watching as katsuki's grip tightened.

"No, (l/n) is my mothers maiden name, I'm an illegitimate child, my father was the one who allowed me to attend, me and katsuki have only known eachother a few days prior to this" you smiled as the tight grip loosened on your waist.

"I'm guessing you two are lovers?" His statement made your face burn up as you started choking on your saliva "I'm gonna take that as a no?" He mused, as you nodded your head.

"Well if possible, I'd like to have your first dance tonight, Ms (l/n)" he bowed, holding his hand out waiting for you to accept.

"I already asked for that, deku" katsuki sneered, guiding you away from the green haired boy.

Once a good distance away, you two stopped, it wasnt as crowded here than it was everywhere else.

"Judging by your actions, he's not a friend?" You guessed.

Katsuki shook his head "far from it"

You looked at him in confusion. He quickly motioned his head for you to follow him.

You two walked down the empty halls of the castle.

"What happened?" You didn't mean to pry, but you needed to know.

"Back when I was a kid... " he struggled with his words "...we were the closest of friends, he was the one person I trusted... " he sighed "... until I got ahead of myself... next thing I know, he leads me to a trap and these... people... start tying me up and beating me... " he goes silent for a moment "the whole time I was in that cold empty room, I was left with the memory of that bastards grinning face as he ordered them to drag me away" as he spoke his gaze kept itself straight ahead.

You unsheathed the sword from under your dress "give me the order and I'll slice his head off!" You gritted your teeth in anger, as you awaited an order that never came.

"You cant... his mother is way too nice, she deserves a better son, but as long as she believes he is innocent and sweet, she will defend him til her last breath"

The sword fell limp in your hand as you slowly stepped closer to him, engulfing him in a hug, the fur of the red cape tickling your nose.

"I am so sorry you went through that... but I promise that as long as I am here, I will fight for you" you spoke.

He leaned back and cupped your cheeks in his hands, staring into your eyes, wanting to tell you what he was feeling, how he didn't understand it, and how he needed you...but decided against it.

"Thank you" he let go of your cheeks, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards the party, a grin quickly taking place where his frown once was "come on, you owe me a dance"

You smiled and followed quickly.

Was this "undercover body gaurd" idea just to keep you by his side so he could fi ally enjoy his birthday with someone special? Yes... without a doubt in his mind. He couldn't bring himself to even attend if it weren't for the thought of you being there, being able to see you eat the same old food he'd always eat with an amazed expression, dance with him, laugh with him, and even more? For once he couldn't wait.

"I dont think this is a good idea, katsuki" you grinned nervously, as everyone approached one another with an offer to dance with them "I dont think im ready for this"

Katsuki turned to you, holding his hand out for you as he bowed " may I have this dance, my lady?" He grinned, glancing up at you.

You giggled and took his hand "you may"

Your white dress flowing in the air as each turn you two took in the dance. Katsuki's gaze was only on you as his smile shone brightly, his canines glinting. You couldn't help but feel as though no one else existed, no one needed to, it was just you and him, dancing, in an empty courtyard as the beautiful fairy lights sparkled around you. Of course everyone was fascinated by this stranger who was able to dance with prince katsuki, who was brave enough? And who had the ability to make him smile so brightly?

Eventually the dance ended, and you two stood still, your hand still resting on his shoulders and his on your waist, while still holding the other hands to your right.

"You did great" his voice was just a little over a whisper, his smile unable to be wiped off his face.

Through the next few days of the celebration, you and katsuki continued to party, being pressured to eat the most amazing food of your life, laughing as midoriya fell numerous times due to you and katsuki crawling under the tables to tie his shoes together, hiding from the guards after you and katsuki were found eating the cake that had to be made numerous times already. And now it was the last day of the celebration, the attraction? The fireworks, each day had something special to look forward to, the first being the dances, the second was the food, etc, now the final day.

The gossip of the mysterious girl who had supposedly put a spell over the infamous katsuki bakugou spread like wildfire.

"Katsuki, come with me!" You whispered, grabbing his hand to pull him away from the crowds once again.

You pulled him away to the the giant tree that was planted generations ago " come on, we'll be able to see the view better from there" you smiled.

How did such a goodie two shoes, go from not even being able to call his name, to climbing a sacred tree with a smile on her face? Katsuki didn't know, but he loved it.

Without hesitation you and katsuki quickly climbed the tree and rested on a thick branch.

"Surely from here, the view will be exceptional for you" your dress flowed in the wind like you were a goddess.

"(Y/n)... I have something to tell you..." katsuki spoke up, looking you in the eyes with a serious voice.

You quickly gave him all your attention and stayed silent.

"I know I was the one who came up with the undercover gaurd, and I like it, I like you being by my side, all the time, I love it when your face is the first thing I see in the morning, I love your hands combing my hair as I sleep, and I love... you" his serious expression never changed, save for the slight pink on his cheeks " I know this puts you in an awkward position, considering I'm the prince and all, but I promise, that I can give you finest swords, all the heads of your enemies, and who ever dares to look at you wrong, I will behead them for you... but if this is not what you wish... then we can go back to being just a knight and prince..." while he spoke his hand gently found its way ontop yours, caressing your knuckles ever so softly.

You were left in awe. Is this what you felt? Love? Youve never actually felt this besides a friendly platonic love.

"I... wouldn't it be hard considering my status-?"

" to hell with status'! I dont care! I'll raise your position so high that no one can think badly of you... I just want you"

It took you moments before finally answering.

.

.

.

"I feel the same way for you" your face started to heat up as he leaned in, his ruby eyes glistened.

he smiled, his eyebrows slightly furrowed "may I kiss you? Ever since you said that damn bastards name, ive been wanting to wipe it off your tongue" he chuckled lightly, his voice now just above a whisper.

You nodded in response before he gently placing his lips onto yours.

Fireworks sprung up, making you and katsuki stop the kiss to look at the colors.

You stared in amazement as the bright colors made themselves known, probably to the entire world, with not just their sound, but beauty.

"On purpose..." you looked at katsuki in confusion, before he gently cupped your cheeks in his hands and held you close to him "I am going to love you... on purpose"

[wastemanjohn]

use a photo on your phone camera roll and write a quick scene/hc for it

well, this turned into a monster.

johndeanna, sam pov; 6k words, mature; cw discussions of character death, incest. unedited.

Sam has to keep himself busy, otherwise he’s gonna lose his mind.

Not that he isn’t already. Not that he’s even pushing any pretence of keeping it together, what with that last fight with Dad playing a constant live loop in his head, that code alarm ringing in his ears like tinnitus, phantom smells from the burning pyre lingering constantly under his nose. And that's to say nothing of Deanna, stone-faced and vacant, unreachable under the hood of the Impala. Yeah - that alone, Deanna's distance, her denial, is enough to make Sam feel certifiable.

So Sam keeps himself occupied, because there's really nothing else he can do right now. And besides - someone has to start the process of going through Dad's stuff.

Dad's truck's been sitting at the far end of the salvage yard for a couple of weeks, untouched and unspoken of since Bobby sent someone out to collect it from Nebraska. Tucked away where no one can see it; but Sam can’t forget that it’s there. Can feel its presence like Dad’s ghost, which is unsettling a thought as anything else. 

Someone really, really needs to deal with this, alright.

The trees around the yard rustle in the wind, and Sam can feel the budding Autumn chill on the back of his neck. Bobby will probably scrap the truck once Sam's done with it, which is just fine with him. He and Deanna have no use for it, and the idea of selling it on, of someone else driving it, making it their own, feels kind of unbearable.

So Sam ignores that chill, and gets to work.

There's a lot of crap inside. A lot. Sam picks out all the fast food wrappers, a grimace fixed on his mouth; keeps stumbling across empty pill bottles with stolen names on the labels. He’d noticed them before, among Dad’s things, but he hadn’t wanted to give it too much thought - kinda hard not to now - and there are unwashed clothes balled up in the footwells that seem to have been festering for months.

Yeah, definitely hard, not to think about the way Dad was living. How old and exhausted he'd looked, how startling that was when Sam first laid eyes on him back in Chicago; how bad things seemed to have gotten, in the four years he’d been in California. Pretty rough, having those as his last, most live memories of Dad. Almost as rough as finding him motionless on the floor, listening to a strange, unreal voice calling time of death; nothing compared to how cold Dad’s skin felt when Sam and Deanna had laid down next to him for the last time, kissed him goodbye. Sam just can't stop remembering.

He clears out all the trash. Feels a little robotic about it, a little numb. He keeps going until the inside is dealt with; then, Sam moves to the trunk. He opens it up with a wrench, and a deep, deep breath.

Dad's duffel bag is inside. Sam stares at it for a moment or two; it's worn and stained, and there's a hole fraying around where the zip rests. It’s the same one Dad has had for years and years, all packed up and ready to return to, like Dad was just on another job or something. Like a part of him believed that would be the case; that for all the noises he made about being willing to die in the fight with the demon, Dad never truly meant it.

Sam blinks at the tears forming in his eyes. Takes another deep, deep breath. Holds it in his body as he takes the duffel out of the trunk, sets it down gently on the floor, He can't bear to go through it just yet. That's definitely a job for another day. Or maybe never.

Sam lifts up the floor of the trunk to reveal the hidden compartment underneath, just to check there's nothing else left behind. Nothing personal, at least; because for all the inside of Dad's truck was a mess, his assortment of weapons are clean, maintained and perfectly organized. Military precision, Sam thinks, with a smile that's only half-bitter. He'll need Bobby to help him get all this stuff out; it's stuff they're gonna need, after all. Something tells him it's a bad idea to ask Deanna.

His eyes idly roam glinting silver pistols, jagged blades; they could definitely use all of this. As Sam scans the little shelves tucked under the weapons tray, something else catches his attention. Something he’s never seen before; looks like a flat wooden box.

He frowns; it looks a little out of place. He reaches in to pull it out.

There's a layer of dust over the top. Sam blows on it until most of it has gone, then brushes the rest away with his hand. It feels quite light, almost like it's empty. There's nothing but a padlock holding it shut.

Sloppy, Dad, Sam thinks, with a little more scorn than he can forgive himself for. Really sloppy.

It doesn't take him long to locate a box of paperclips amongst Dad's shit. The only lock picking tool you'll ever need, he used to say, if you know how to use it right - and Sam's learned well. He gets the padlock off in less than a second. He opens the box.

Inside are three different white envelopes. Unsealed. Sam frowns again. He has no idea what these could be.

He closes the trunk, and sits down on top of it so he can take a closer look.

He pulls the first envelope out, prises it open with his thumbs. Inside is a stack of Polaroids, held together with a paperclip. Oh.

Sam holds them up. The picture on top is old, pretty faded. It's of a blonde woman in sunglasses and bright orange flared pants, perched on a low fence with fields rolling out behind her. She's looking off to the side. Between the sunglasses hiding her face and the degraded quality of the image, it takes Sam a moment to realize he's looking at a picture of his mother.

His eyes start to smart again. Alone, here, with this photo, with Dad's memories, he lets them. 

Sam notices the text on the strip of white at the bottom; June 1975, in Dad's handwriting - everything labelled and organized, always. Sam smiles, despite everything. His mother was truly beautiful; Dad always said it, said it all the time.

Do you think I look like her, Sammy? Deanna used to ask, when they were younger. She’d ask it while standing in front of full length mirrors on wardrobe doors, lifting up her hair, turning side to side.

Sam, usually rattling with resentment and injustice at that time, rarely felt generous enough to agree; usually he'd just snort and go back to his book. He regrets that now, at the memory. He regrets a lot of things lately, a lot of the shitty ways he behaved.

Sam takes off the paperclip, and starts to look through the rest of the Polaroids. The first few are of Mom by herself. Mom sitting in a field in those flare pants, smiling with a single daisy in her hands; June 1975 again, maybe taken on the same day as the first one. Mom dancing at a bar with a woman Sam doesn’t recognize, September 1976. Mom with her head turned away from the camera, side profile grinning, holding up her middle finger; April 1977. 

Sam finds himself a little surprised by that picture. The way Dad talked about Mom, it'd be kind of hard to imagine her ever flipping Dad the bird. Doesn’t really feel like the kind of thing wide-eyed, respectable housewives do. But then again, Sam has wondered on more than one occasion if he knows that much about his mother at all, really. Who she really was.

Mom is pregnant in the next picture. Dad is standing next to her, arm around her. Mom has her hands on her swollen stomach, and she's smiling. Dad - Dad is smiling even wider. 

They're next to a crib. Sam recognizes the layout of Deanna's old bedroom from the other photos he's seen. There's a lot of pink. December 1978.

Sam feels that like a slap in the face. Sudden, stinging. A wave of grief for a woman, a life, he never knew. The smiling, carefree father he never really met.

Sam has never seen any of these photos before. He feels like he's looking through something intensely private. Something Dad wanted to keep close, keep just for himself. He draws another deep, deep breath; puts the paperclip back on the Polaroids, places them gently back in the envelope like they're made of glass. He's keen to see what's in the other ones.

The second envelope is unlabelled too. Inside is another set of Polaroids, clipped together; but there’s something else too. A beaded bracelet. Sam frowns, and pulls that out first.

He turns it over in his hand. It takes him a moment to realize he's holding the first gift he made for Dad in arts and crafts, back when he was in kindergarten. He remembers it so clearly because Deanna had laughed when he brought it home - men don't wear bracelets, Sammy - and when Sam had given it to Dad, he'd laughed too. But not with Deanna’s scorn.

Sam’s throat burns. It’s hard to believe, now, that there was a time when Dad still used to laugh, despite the fire, despite everything, but there was - and Dad had put that bracelet on, all gentle about it, like he was scared of breaking it. He'd ruffled Sam's hair and said, thank you, Sammy. I love it.

And Dad kept it. To this day, Dad held onto it. He never threw it out.

Sam has to stop for a second then; press the back of his hand to his mouth, like he's going to puke, because it feels kind of like that, even though nothing comes. In the safety of the quiet salvage yard, he lets out a rough sob. Dad - despite everything that happened between them, Dad still held onto a piece of crap Sam made for him when he was five. Carried it around with him in his truck, like a part of him. Wanted to keep the memory. 

Sam doesn't know what to do with that. It feels so big. He rolls the bracelet onto his wrist before he can feel stupid about it, and reaches into the envelope for the Polaroids.

Like the ones of Mom, they're clipped together. January 1991 is written on the strip on the bottom of the first photo. Sam recognizes his own seven-year-old face, his gap-toothed smile, the Goodwill clothes sitting far too big on his little body. He's sitting on a swing. There are chunks of snow like clumps of cotton wool on the concrete below, a woolly hat on his tiny head.

A wet smile grows on Sam's face as he looks through the rest of the pictures. There's one of him in some kind of diner, August 1987, the background dark but for a neon sign, smiling wide with some kind of food all around his mouth. He winces - embarrassing - and moves on. There are a few photos dated around this time. One of him coloring at a motel room desk, tongue stuck out in focus. Another of him holding a book upside down and grinning. 

Then - September 1983. His infant face blinks up at him. He’s all fat little limbs and confusion. Deanna’s in this picture too, crouched on the floor next to Sam’s carrier with a big toothy grin on her face. Her hair is in pigtails, and she's wearing a blue cotton dress. This picture would mortify her, Sam thinks, with a soft laugh. He doesn't have a single live memory of his sister wearing a dress.

Deanna's in a few more of the photos, Sam notices, as he rifles through. One in particular catches his eye. They’re at a fairground, by the looks of it; there’s a ferris wheel and a cotton candy stall in the background. May 1994 - and already, Sam’s taller than Deanna in this photo, but she's got an arm around his shoulder anyway, asserting her eldest sibling status. They're both squinting in the sun, smiling wide; and Sam finds himself looking at that photo for a while, because something is out of place. He notes with a frown that Deanna is wearing lipstick. Red lipstick.

Dad never let Deanna wear make up of any kind. He can’t have taken this picture; must have lost his shit when he saw it for the first time, too. He didn’t even like her wearing tinted lip balm. Deanna still doesn’t wear make up to this day.

Sam keeps looking at the photo; he remembers now. It was his eleventh birthday; Bobby had been the one orchestrating the fairground trip. And Sam remembers, also, that Dad didn't call that day. Dad was never home for his birthday by that point; but it was the first year of many that he’d forgotten to even call.

God, Sam had been so angry about that once, the way he'd been angry about most everything that Dad did. His distance, his absence. His presence, too; Sam couldn't tolerate that either, for how suffocating it was. 

Sam feels very far removed from that now. All that resentment, that rage. He feels like he could forgive Dad all of it, immediately. Forget it, too; if he could just see Dad one last time.

Sam gets to the final photograph. February 2001. Seventeen; he’s sprawled across a motel bed, all gangly, awkward limbs, hair so long it’s almost brushing his chest. He’s staring down at an open book. Well. Sam doesn't remember that photo being taken at all.

He sure remembers 2001, though. That was when things went from pretty bad to unbearable. 

That’s when they started having to quietly flee motels hours before check out to avoid covering the damage for broken appliances, holes and dents punched, kicked into walls. When Dad really started screaming at him, and Sam started screaming right back, Deanna pacing up and down with her hands over her ears until they wore themselves out. And then - Deanna lecturing Sam as she patched up his busted knuckles. Deanna, always, always siding with Dad. 

It was Dad she’d go after whenever he stormed out; Dad whose point of view she always supported. Always. No matter what.

February 2001; Sam stares at that picture for a while, lost in it. He can smell greasy rental kitchens, Dad’s dirty ashtrays, the vanilla body spray Deanna wore constantly at the time. The memories hit him all at once, bringing their residual anger with them. Because for all he and Dad fought, he and Deanna fought too, by then. They fought about Dad. About how Deanna never had Sam's back.

You could be going to school, Sam remembers saying to her. Well, yelling, really. You could be making something of yourself. But instead you're here. Following his orders. Cleaning up his messes. When are you gonna wake up, Dee?

Deanna's arms were folded, in a display of that Disappointed Mother Mode she'd adopted recently, but Sam could see that he was getting to her from the quiver in her shoulders. Dad needs me, she said, short, curt. And I am something. I'm a hunter.

Sam had laughed. It was cruel - god, he was so cruel back then - And you know what? You could be literally anything else you wanted to be. But you won't do a damn thing unless he tells you to do it.

That quiver flashed through Deanna’s eyes. She took a step towards him, folded hands in fists. You're talking about shit you don't understand, she'd said, tightly, the way she often did. Dad wants justice for Mom. So do I. And the quicker you get off that sky high horse of yours and start doing as he says, maybe we'll actually get somewhere.

You're brainwashed, Sam had told her. It's pathetic.

His fit of frustration blinded him to the not-small flash of hurt in her eyes; but still, Sam walked out after that, because even he knew he wasn't allowed to press the Mom issue. Mom was an automatic out, an automatic shutdown of any meaningful conversation that Sam would try to have. Because that was always shit he didn't understand; not worth getting into, unless he wanted Deanna to end up punching him, anyway. He knew from experience that Deanna had a better set of fists on her than most hunters twice her age and size. He was smarter than to fuck with that.

And, Mom; something that connected Dad and Deanna in a way that Sam could never touch. He doesn't remember what Mom's cookies smelled like, how her laugh sounded, how her hugs felt. Wasn't sentient enough yet on the night of the fire to be particularly bothered about witnessing a house, a life, burn to the ground. Sam remembers always feeling like an outsider in something he was apparently a huge part of. It just made him angrier.

February 2001; yeah. Not a whole stretch of time back from August 2001. No photos from around that time - and, around that time, the night Sam left forever. Not that Sam needs photos; he'll be able to hear Dad's roar of you walk out that door, you never fucking come back, clear as a bell, for the rest of his life. He's never wished he could erase it more.

He doesn't realize he's still crying until a tear lands on the Polaroid in his hand.

Dad had cried that night as well, that night Sam walked out. Then again, Dad cried a lot as time went on, all the time, really; rarely in front of Sam, but Sam would hear him anyway. It would usually happen when Sam was meant to be sleeping - not that he really could, over the sound of those breathless, drunken sobs. Over Deanna's soothing murmurs of it's gonna be okay, Daddy, because whenever Dad got home at stupid o'clock in the morning, stinking like sweat and whisky, she’d always rush out of bed. Straight to his side like a nursemaid never off the clock. Pathetic, Sam would think, every time, even if he did only say it the once. Just felt, all too often, like Deanna couldn’t stop proving his point.

Those old memories usher in another; something Sam hasn't thought about in a very, very long time, as he gently clips the Polaroids back together like he hadn't disturbed them, slots them back into the envelope. Probably 2001 as well; some nondescript night where Sam had woken up to the sound of a decaying front door rattling on its hinges; followed up by a loud, hissed curse. Deanna, as always, sitting up dutifully in their shared bed, without so much as a sigh of complaint.

Sam listened to Deanna in the dark, going down rickety stairs, her footsteps sounding dainty in this out of place way. Heard her going to the kitchen, the hiss of the faucet as she got Dad a glass of water and three ibuprofen. The sound of her bare feet on the wood floors as she went back to him, got Dad cozy on the couch. Started the process of calming him down.

Sam wasn't sure what compelled him to get up that night too. To take himself to the top of the stairs like a kid eavesdropping on fighting parents. But from his vantage point, if he craned his neck just right, he could see into the mildewy living room. He could see Deanna kneeling before Dad on the couch, undoing his shoelaces with one hand. The other was holding Dad's. Fingers interlaced. Dad’s grip looked tight, his fingers tiny in hers; but she didn't seem bothered.

Dad was looking at Deanna. Staring at her, really, with his mouth quivering, tears spilling indulgently down his cheeks. There was blood on his shirt, Sam noticed; there often was. Dad had been getting into a lot of fights.

Sam watched Dad cup Deanna’s face, Her hand stilled on his laces; she let Dad tilt up her head. My beautiful little girl, Sam had heard him murmur. What would I do without you, huh?

Those quivery lips moved into something that resembled a smile, and Sam didn't need to see Deanna's face to know that hers were doing the same. For a moment, nothing happened; Dad didn't seem to blink. And maybe Sam left before he could see Dad kiss Deanna on the mouth, or maybe he completely imagined it; it's still not entirely clear in his mind. Still doesn't quite make sense, that that's what he saw; or what he thought he saw, anyway. Or even why his mind would even concoct something like that. He was half-asleep, he guesses.

And besides, he told himself afterwards, Dad was pretty damn wasted. It's not beyond the realm of possibility to think that he'd been in enough of a state to mistake Deanna for Mom. Deanna would have known that, Sam is sure; and Sam is sure, certain, that Deanna would have taken it in stride. She would have reassured Dad quietly, and gently pushed him away. Confident that he wouldn’t even remember in the morning.

Do I look like Mom, Sammy?

Sam breathes in the burnt Autumn air; it's getting a little dark. Bobby will be calling him for dinner soon. Dinner is usually prepackaged chilli, canned Ravioli, shit like that; Sam's stomach is beginning to churn for even the thought of it. He’s not seen a vegetable in weeks. 

Anyway - Sam shoves that old memory (dream? imagination?) back into some dark eave of of his mind where it belongs. He touches the bracelet on his wrist - thanks, Sammy, I love it - and thinks about the way Dad had ruffled for his hair, the way he smiled in that photo in Deanna's nursery, the Dad he could have been, kind of sort of was for a while, when Sam was very small, until years and years of the life slowly took him apart. The Dad Sam always knew was still in there; the Dad that was good.

Yeah - Sam takes that version of Dad with him, as he moves onto the final envelope. Wonders if, maybe, he'll find that version of Dad inside. More pictures of him looking young. Happy. Not the broken, exhausted old man Sam can’t help but keep on seeing every time he closes his eyes.

This envelope is a little heavier than the others. Sam presses it open with his thumbs. Makes sense, if it's the heaviest; this must be Deanna's envelope. Dad was closer with Deanna than he was with anybody, and he knew her a hell of a lot longer than he knew Mom.

Sam pushes around inside. He was correct; there are more Polaroids here than in the other envelopes. Lots more. But unlike the others, they're not clipped together. They’re just laying haphazardly inside. There's also another envelope stuffed in this one. Folded up small to fit.

Sam sees the glint of a silver chain peeking out from the bottom. The necklace is a little tangled up when he pulls it out; it has a little pendant shaped like a rose, with some kind of fake red gem in the middle.

Sam remembers this necklace, he realizes, as he studies it. Deanna had picked it up at some dollar store or other; thought it looked cool. And she'd been pissed as hell when she lost it. She'd looked for it everywhere. Made Sam look everywhere too. That had sure been a long night.

Sam gets this feeling he can't describe, as it crosses his mind that the necklace may have been in Dad's possession this whole time. But why - why would he do that? Had he picked it up by accident? Decided to hold onto it, forgot to mention it? Was he entirely unaware that it was even lost in the first place?

Or - well. Sam has no fitting explanation for the or. 

He pockets the necklace, not really thinking too much for now about whether it'll be a good idea to return it to Deanna or not. That weird feeling spreads through his gut.

It gets worse still when Sam's reaches into the envelope again; when his fingers brush something else. The small lock of hair is held together by a rubber band. Hair. Blonde hair.

It could, Sam thinks, as that feeling climbs his spine, be Mom's - some couples keep each other’s hair, right? That's a thing, right? - but Sam somehow knows that it isn’t. That this lock of hair belongs - or belonged - to Deanna.

He drops it straight back into the envelope.

There's a part of Sam that wants to put the damn thing away now. Put everything he’s seen so far up to more shit you don't understand, to another thing he couldn't possibly have really seen. Because this - none of this - there’s no explanation Sam can live with that makes sense. And with that in mind - he should stop digging around in Dad’s shit right now.

But there's a bigger part of Sam that feels differently. And that part takes over before he can think too much about what he's doing.

Sam's fingers are shaking a little as he takes out the Polaroids. He pushes them together like a deck of cards, and starts to look through.

He half-expects to see pictures of Deanna as a kid, like with his envelope; pictures of her on swings, at diners, with her arms around Sam. But there aren't any; most of them seem to be of her as an adult, or at least as an older teenager. Sam can't pinpoint it exactly, because the photos aren't dated like the others - and unlike the others, in most of them, Deanna isn't smiling or posing. There's one of her working on the Impala at the side of a dirt road, bent over the hood in those tiny denim shorts she only dons in 100 degree weather, the look of focus on her face suggesting she didn't know the photo was being taken. There's one of her at night in a parking lot of some kind, a hand in her shirt pocket, her irises red in the flash, a confused look on her face. Another of her from the back; standing up a bar, her hair glowing under the low lights, flanked by two men on stools. They’re both looking at her, Sam notices. Then again, Deanna can't go anywhere without men looking at her.

It brings another memory back to Sam, as he stares dumbly at that photo. They'd just finished up a job, a black dog maybe, somewhere in Arizona; and Dad had taken them out to a bar kinda like the one in the picture, dank and yeasty, the kind of bars they only ever went to, really. Sam was bored and miserable, twirling the straw around in the diet coke he’d been nursing since they got there, while Dad and Deanna proceeded to get wicked, wicked drunk. 

They told Sam - but mostly each other - the story of how they wasted the thing, because Sam, as usual, wasn’t allowed to join for the actual hunt part. The details kept getting more and more elaborate, Deanna’s voice rising with excitement; that manic hint to her laugh growing, the more wasted she got. And Dad's smile was warming up and up, his eyes lingering on her for longer and longer periods, shining with the pride he rarely offered verbally. A part of Sam hoped Deanna saw that, at least.

When Deanna went up to the bar to get in the fifth or sixth round - Sam would lose count as quickly as they would - Dad's eyes followed her. His apparent good mood saw an interruption, as he shook his head. 

See that bartender? he’d said, without looking at Sam. Gives me the creeps, the way these horndogs look at your sister. Who the fuck does that guy think he is.

Dad often complained about the way men acted around Deanna. Sam just shrugged. I’m sure she can handle herself, Dad.

Not the point, Dad muttered. Locking eyes with him, finally. Hey Sammy, listen. When I'm not around, you need to start lookin' out for your sister. If you see what I mean.

Sam didn't see what he meant. Dad had this way of speaking in riddles, or at least they were riddles to Sam. He shrugged again, didn't say anything. Giving Dad a cue to fucking elaborate.

Dad huffed. Problem is, Dee's a looker. A real looker, just like her mother. 

Sam stayed quiet. Wasn’t sure what he was meant to say to that.

Dad narrowed his eyes. You ever see anyone gettin' too close to her, you come and tell me right away, alright?

Sam nodded. Felt easier. Wasn’t too sure what else to do.

And Dad had pressed his beer to his lips and kept on watching Deanna up at the bar. Didn't seem to blink as he gulped his drink down, placed the bottle back on the table. And Sam watched Dad watching Deanna, saw the line of his gaze moving up and down her body, from her big boots all the way up to the neckline of her crop top; and Sam thought to himself, at that, that the way Dad looked at Deanna wasn’t all that different than any other guy did. The horndogs. It wasn't a welcome thought; but it sure as hell crossed Sam's mind anyway.

And Sam dismissed it just as quickly as it had come. It wasn't a thought he could keep around, not beyond that mere split second. Not when he had to be wrong.

Sam stares into the envelope. He decides, with his pulse in his ears, that he doesn't want to see any more of these weird Polaroids. Any more erratic angles; any more of Deanna apparently not even knowing she’s having her picture taken.

He puts them back in the envelope. And now, it’s really about time that Sam left it there; about time he accepted, willingly, that whatever Dad and Deanna had going on, he is, was and always will be, outside of it. That it's not at all - nowhere in the ball park of - what it looks like. 

What it sometimes kind of felt like. What it kind of feels like now. 

Sure, Dad was never winning any parenting awards; on a good day, or maybe a bad one depending on how you looked at it, he'd admit it himself. But - this...

Yeah, Sam could really leave it there. Put the envelope back in the box, salvage the nice photos, and burn everything else. But there’s still that other envelope. The smaller one.

His fingers close around it. He watches his hand take it out. Watches, watches himself.

Sam can see why it’s folded now. It’s perfectly Polaroid shaped. 

On the front, Dad’s handwriting: Summer 2002. The year after Sam left, he registers, somewhere in the back of his mind.

He starts unfolding. Watching, watching himself.

The first Polaroid is on another dirt road. Deanna’s sitting on the hood of the Impala, sunglasses balanced on her head. The wind is blowing her hair around. She’s holding a bottle of Jack in one hand, and there’s a cigarette dangling between her fingers on the other. Sam has never seen Deanna smoke.

The next photo, she’s still on the hood. She’s got a leg cocked up beneath her, a hand tangled up in her hair. Bottle of Jack posed between her legs. She’s pouting. She looks kind of ridiculous; and something in her expression belies that she knows it.

In the next photo, Deanna’s sitting upright on the hood again, laughing hysterically. It’s funny, how Sam can hear Dad laughing too, laughing from behind that damn camera. Laughing like he never did, not since all those years ago. Laughing at his daughter - sitting, posing like that.

Sam keeps going. Keeps looking.

Deanna and Dad are both in the next photo. Sam can see the length of Deanna’s arm; she’s angling the camera down at their faces. Dad’s got his eyes closed tight, his lips pressed against her cheek. There’s the biggest grin on Deanna’s flushed face.

Sam’s gut feels weightier, weightier.

In the next picture, Dad’s mouth is on Deanna’s neck. 

Deanna’s grin is gone; her mouth’s drooping open a little. Sam can see the whites of her closed eyes.

Weightier. Weightier.

He keeps looking.

The next Polaroid seems to have been taken in a motel room. Kinda nicer than their usual fare; Sam can tell that by the velvet headboard topping the bed, the matching gray curtains behind Deanna where she stands. She’s holding a rifle, a big one; it’s covering half of her face. 

It’s not covering it enough for Sam to miss the way her eyes smoulder at the camera this time, in this way that looks practised, intentional. She’s not joking this time. Not laughing at herself anymore.

She’s wearing a t-shirt that just skims the midst of her hips. Sam can see the strip of pale pink panties underneath. Did Dad - like her that way? Did he enjoy seeing Deanna handling weapons - and not just because he was impressed with her prowess?

God. God.

The next Polaroid is even worse. 

Deanna’s kneeling on the bed, in front of that headboard, her thighs parted. And oh, Sam can see her panties again alright; he can see her stomach too, her bare waist. The outline of her tits, suggestive; covered by Deanna's hands. Deanna's hands, on Dad's leather jacket, the only other piece of clothing she has on.

No, not the only other piece; Sam can just about see the black lace around the tops of her thighs. Stockings.

Her hair is in a cascade down her shoulders. She’s half-smiling, half biting her lip.

No.

Next photograph; and Dad’s jacket hangs loosely on Deanna’s body now. Her tits are bare.

She’s in the same pose; only now, with her head tilted a little back. Her eyes closed again, like in the last picture. Mouth slack; and there’s a hand on her face. A hand with scar tissue, house fire burns; a wedding band glinting on the ring finger. A hand Sam would know anywhere. 

The photograph blurs before his eyes. His tears are different now; born of an emotion he can’t identify. Nothing like his earlier grief.

Sam shoves the photos back into the envelope. The envelope back into the box; slams it closed. His hands curl into fists. He can’t catch his breath.

He shuts his eyes. Acid lurches up from his stomach, hits out at the back of his throat. His limbs feel weak. It takes every last ounce of control inside him not to slump off the hood, fall to his knees, and violently puke.

Sam doesn’t know how long he sits there, on that hood. All he knows is that despite the falling dusk, the cold winding through the fibres of his clothes, the teeth he can vaguely feel starting to chatter, he can’t move.

Because the thing is - he didn’t want to know. Sam never, ever, wanted to know.

You can explain things away; but you can never, ever forget them.

He should’ve expected that Bobby would come out looking for him eventually. 

Bobby approaches John’s truck slowly, the way he always seems to kind of tiptoe around Sam these days. “You been out here for hours, kid."

Sam eyes the floor. All he can think to say is, “Where’s Deanna?”

Bobby leaves a pause. Then, “She’s sleepin’. Figured we should let her get her rest. She ain’t been doin’ much of that.”

It’s true. She hasn’t. Nor has Sam. None of them have.

“Gettin’ a little worried about her,” Bobby admits, after another of those pauses. “She’s takin’ this hard. She was crazy about her Daddy.”

Sam doesn’t say anything. Bobby must notice; he must, because the silence just feels awkward now. And Sam doesn’t mean to be cold; he really doesn’t. He’s just numb.

“You got everything you need from John’s truck?” Bobby asks, eventually.

Sam nods. He can’t speak.

“All good for me to junk it?"

Another nod. Yes. Crush it to pieces with every last little fucking piece of him inside.

Sam already put John’s duffel back in the trunk. His box, its photos, its necklace, its hair, along with it.

Bobby nods too. “Alright. Now get your ass inside before you freeze to death.”

Sam could. It’s very, very cold out here.

He lets Bobby walk up the path in front of him. Lagging behind, Sam slides a finger under the elastic of the bracelet on his wrist. He tugs on it until it snaps; hearing the beads scatter their pieces across the floor isn’t much, but it’s something.

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Lady and the Scoundrel - Chapter 8 - Family

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            Chloe milled about her room as she cleaned it while she stole glances outside. The leaves began to turn that signaled the beginning of fall. She sighed as she watched other students play about and enjoy each other’s company. Since the visit with Felix a couple weeks ago, she had withdrawn further. Not that anyone would have noticed. She hadn’t made any friends, and she was afraid too.

            Chloe craved the acceptance she saw her old classmates get, but never knew how to get. She thought she could try again, but why try if some people never see the change? What if it’s all a lie and she can’t change? Is there any point to her trying at all if that’s the case? She had Barkk, but Barkk was made by design to love. She was sure it wouldn’t matter what she did, Barkk would still love her.

            Pain struck Chloe’s heart as she thought of Sabrina. Tears rimmed her eyes at the sweet moments they once shared that she soured. She took advantage of Sabrina’s friendship and loyalty. She pushed and pushed until it was too late. She lost Sabrina and she feared she’d do the same to Barkk.

            A knock interrupted Chloe’s thoughts. She gasped, wiped away the tears, and turned to the door as Barkk peeked in.

            “Hey, Chloe. There is, uh, someone here that wants to speak with you.”

            Chloe raised a brow when Memoria moved around Barkk into the room. Chloe’s eyes widened and darted to the door, but it was shut and Barkk was gone. Chloe forced a smile as she met Memoria’s eyes.

            “Hello, Chloe. How’ve you been?”

            “I’m… I’m perfect. How could I not be?”

            “Your eyes say otherwise. There is a compounded grief and guilt heavy in them. What troubles you?”

            “It’s… it’s nothing. Just… memories.”

            “Which ones? Marinette? Adrien? Sabrina?”

            “Sabrina.”

            “Would you like to talk?”

            “No. And why do you even care? You don’t even know me!”

            “I do. I know Barkk would have told you by now. I saw her and Velze in your memories.”

            Chloe took a step back. “You did? Why didn’t you say something?”

            “It wasn’t important for the Graham de Vanily’s to know. Besides, it’s not my secret to share.”

            “Then… why are you here?”

            “May we sit? It’s… it’s a lot.”

            Chloe nodded as she and Memoria took a seat. Memoria took a deep breath and sighed.

            “Every word I said before was true. I don’t believe young like you should be abandoned. It was long written by Velze that the elders were to teach their young, that only through knowledge and memory could we learn. If the elders don’t impart that wisdom and leave terrible memories, how are they to expect better of the young?”

            Chloe’s eyes widened as she jumped up. “Yes! Exactly! I-!”

            “I know. I saw it all, and that’s what upsets me. You don’t know any better. You were left to fill in the blanks. You cried out, but no one saw further than the bullying. Even when they did, they were quick to turn on you when you relapsed. No one gave you the chance as they saw the monster you were becoming. You were dealt a bad hand in your past, but you can still draw a new hand.”

            “How? I… what’s the point? If people can’t see the change I’m trying to accomplish, then why bother? What if I can’t really change? I thought I was doing good as Queen Bee, but when Ladybug picked Ryuko to save my parents with over me, I just… I messed up. I fell into Hawkmoth’s hands and ruined everything.”

            Memoria gently took Chloe’s hand and drew her into a hug. “It’s ok. It wasn’t your fault, dear Chloe. That is the horror of manipulators. They know how to strike you, make you vulnerable, and play you for a fool. The worst of it is you are the one left to pay the price. No one ever blames the manipulator, but always the victim.”

            Tears sprung from Chloe’s eyes as she clung to Memoria. “It’s not fair! I could have been a hero! I could have been great! But Ladybug and Hawkmoth ruined everything! Then that half-of-a-sister showed up and I… I couldn’t do anything. Nothing I did was good. I just… I lost everything.”

            Memoria smiled sadly as she cradled Chloe. She rocked back and forth as she hummed a lullaby. Chloe sobbed until she calmed down. Chloe sniffled as she relaxed in Memoria’s arms.

            “How do you feel, dearie?” Memoria asked.

            “A little better,” Chloe admitted.

            “Crying will always help. Never forget, you can’t always be strong. You must allow yourself a moment to slow down and reflect. Crying will help with that.”

            “Thank you.”

            “Always. Actually, that’s part of why I’m here.”

            Chloe furrowed her brows as she shifted to look at Memoria.

            “See, I am the kwami of memory. Everything that ever was I am to remember. That includes the memories of mortals. You mortals have always fascinated me. The lives you lead, they’re never the same. Everything you all experience is so… mundane and magical at the same time. But most of all, you grow. You’re allowed to be more than your past. To invent and design who you are. It’s all so… fantastical.”

            “It doesn’t feel that way,” Chloe grumbled.

            “That can change. I may not be the best for this. You may need something more, but if you’ll permit me, I’d like to be your guardian, parent, or whatever you call it.”

            “What? Why?”

            “Because that’s something I’ve always wanted to experience. I see the joy, frustration, sorrow, and pride of raising another lifeform. I see it in mortals, but most of all, I saw it in Velze. As I was, I could never experience that myself. Even as I stepped into the memories, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to experience it for myself. I thought I had that chance with Felix, but he doesn’t regard me as anything. Then I saw what happened to you. I hated it, but not as much as the joyful selfishness I felt that I could be an elder.”

            “I don’t know. I don’t exactly want to be a Graham de Vanily, or Fathom, or whatever. No offense to Amelie. She’s sweet and loving, but Felix… you know.”

            “I do, and Amelie is respecting your wishes, but I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. If you would allow me, I would like to be your guardian. I hope in time you’ll see me as more, like a parent, but for now, I’ll be your elder. After all, you’re still so young. You have your whole life ahead of you and you’ll only learn to be better with guidance.”

            “I mean, I have Barkk.”

            “I know. And Barkk is amazing. She’s done so much to help you and will continue to. However, there is a limit to what she can guide you on, and I want to be the one that helps you where Barkk cannot. To help you grow into the fine mortal you can become.”

            “Do you… do you really think it’s possible? You don’t think I’m a lost cause?”

            “No one is a lost cause, Chloe. Mortals just… lose themselves in that thinking. They hear it all their lives and nothing else. What are they supposed to think otherwise? It must be true at that point, and nothing else matters, but that isn’t the case. You were never beyond hope, Chloe. Not for a second. Who you were is not who you are now. Never forget that.”

            Chloe’s breath caught. “Are you… are you sure?”

            “I know it. I saw it all. You have changed, and you’re doing amazing.”

            Chloe smiled as fresh tears fell. She giggled as she squeezed Memoria. Memoria smiled and returned the hug. She sighed, wiped away her tears, and sat up.

            “I… suppose it might not be the worst idea to have you as my guardian.”

            Memoria beamed as she squeaked like a dolphin. Chloe’s eyes widened as Memoria cupped her face and planted kisses on her cheeks, forehead, and top of her head. Warmth bloomed in Chloe’s chest as more tears fell. The affection was small, but full of love, and the type of affection she had craved from Audrey once.

            “Now, here’s my number. Text or call whenever you need me or just want to talk. I’m always available, never fear. I also have talked with Amelie, and her house is open to you for whenever you’re allowed out, like on weekends and on holidays. If you aren’t comfortable, I’ll be sure to visit here instead. I believe that should be everything, right?”

            “I think so?”

            “Wonderful! Now, you have dinner soon, yes?”

            “I do.”

            “Then I’ll leave you to it with Barkk. I’ll be sure to see you this weekend, dearie. Oh, and one more thing.”

            “What’s that?”

            “Keep up the good work as Chloe and Queen Spaniel.”

            “What? But I’m not doing anything as Queen Spaniel. I’m supposed to be hunting that supervillain, instead I’m occasionally helping random people with their small issues.”

            “Maybe, but never forget this: it’s the small things that matter most in life. You’ll find it’s those things that will always bring a smile to your face without fail or tear you down.”

            “Well, I suppose it makes me happy, kinda, sorta, maybe to help people. But should I make a habit of it?”

            “Does it put a smile on your face?”

            Chloe considered. “I’d say so. Yes.”

            “Then keep doing what makes you happy. As long as you smile, it is worth doing. Just as you should keep being with people that make you just as happy.”

            Chloe smiled and hugged Memoria. “I will. I promise.”

            “I’m glad. Keep up the amazing work, and I’ll see you soon, dearie.”

            Memoria planted a kiss atop Chloe’s head, then vanished. Chloe grinned long after Memoria left and Barkk returned.

            “So, how’d it go?” Barkk asked.

            “It was incredible. Thank you.”

            “What’d I do?”

            “You encouraged me to test socializing with Felix. If not for that, I wouldn’t have you and Memoria.”

            Barkk’s eyes widened before her face softened. “I guess she’s right, eh? It’s always the small things.”

            “It really is. Then let’s keep doing what we’re doing, yeah?”

            “Yeah! Oh, but after dinner. C’mon, we can’t be late.”

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[sezez]

In the FNAF Movie it's very clear that William wasn't a great father to Vanessa, like look at her when she's near him. She is SCARED of him, she looked so scared and sad when she had to shoot him. And he didn't hesitate at all to strangle her when she said "That's two jobs", and yet...

When he stabbed her and she said "Dad...?" Before she collapses, his face shows regret and wanting to revoke his action. It's almost as if he still cared for her, or atleast part of him did.

And I saw someone theorizing that Cassidy might be William's son, to which I will go over.

Cassidy is the victim of The Bite of '83:

So, I said in a post that Golden Freddy is being possessed by one soul; Cassidy and the Puppet by two souls; Garrett and Charlie. And said that Charlie could be William's daughter and the victim of The Bite of '83.

BUT, I think there's a chance that Cassidy is actually the victim and is William's kid. However a question remains:

"Why would William kill his own child? It was seen in the intro of him taking five kids, with Cassidy being there."

Well... Y'know how Vanessa said that the Five Kids doesn't remember William being the killer until Abby shown them a drawing of what actually happened?

Well, I think after Cassidy died he lost all of his memories and his ghost roamed around the pizzeria. And during the time William was killing the other kids, he was there and believed he died in that time too.

Cassidy doesn't recognize William as his father because nobody showed him he was, maybe Vanessa wanted to tell him but William may have denied it or she just couldn't find the courage to tell him.

That also explained why during the end of the movie, William reached out to Cassidy, he wanted his son to be by his side.

Vanessa is the reason why William became like this:

Now, what do I mean by this? Well, we all know that (Game)Mike killed his brother then William started his killing spree as Matpat said in his FNAF Timeline.

And I think it's the same with Vanessa, so if Cassidy is the victim and her brother then maybe that's why when William said "Help me clean up the mess YOU created!" to her during the climax of the movie, I think he was literal with what he said. She is the one who created it all.

And it's clear that she is scared of William, but maybe she is scared because she hurt her dad, the dad who cared and loved her.

So... Let's imagine it's Cassidy's b-day, the day he got bit (like in the games with CC) and Vanessa may or may not have pushed him into Fredbear's mouth. And I can only imagine how horrified Vanessa was, she looked at her dead brother, her father desperately trying to save him, she did this. She hurt her family on that day, William changed after that and became the monster he is today.

And Vanessa knows/is reminded by William or herself that it all started because of her, she may even have tried to change the past like Mike did with Garrett.

Only to find out that there is nothing, NOTHING she could do to fix it.

William never wanted to hurt Vanessa, she is all he has left:

So, the scene where William stabbed Vanessa and his face showing regret really took my attention. And the fact that he told her to let go of his hand when she grabbed him to stop him from coming after Abby rather than hitting her, to me it seems like he is trying to not hurt her or he didn't have to hurt her. However she refused so he snap and stabbed her without thinking, that's why he looked devastated when he saw what he did to his own daughter. He never wanted to harm her.

William may have been a very normal person, he loved his kids, he made a restaurant for kids and his own kids to play in. But then, The Bite of '83 happened.

Like I mentioned in my post, if Henry is infact Mike's dad and he worked with William then it makes messed up sense for William to kidnapped Garrett because he killed his son. His creation killed Cassidy, William's boy.

And I wouldn't be surprise (well I would be) that after Cassidy's death, he tried to find a way to bring him back. Find any way to fix him, then maybe after he killed Garrett. He found out about Remnant and the power of Possession; he could have seen Cassidy's ghost roaming the pizzeria and learned that he is possessing Golden Freddy.

So, he comes up with an idea, kill more kids to get mote remnant and build a robot version of Cassidy for his soul to possess. (or something like that, idk Matpat mentioned there's a human looking robot in the behind the scene at the set of FNAF movie)

And I have a feeling that William never hurt Vanessa until now, like maybe in the past he just scolded her or leave her in some dark room as a punishment but never outright hit or hurt her.

And she also believed he would never hurt her too, which is why she looked at him and said "Dad..?" In a confuse tone. He would NEVER hurt his girl, the only other family he has. He looked devastated, regret, but he keep his composure because he knows he can fix her too.

[evverline]

sweet dreams

pairing: john price x reader summary: the captain comes home just in time

warnings: fluff, children... not proofread notes: this is the first time i'm writing something in years but im absolutely in love with john price. feel free to send in requests!

Fresh powdery snow covered every inch of land you could see, the first snow storm of the season. You couldn't help but smile, winter meant holiday season, which meant your dear husband would be coming home.

As always, your few moments of peace were interrupted by two little monsters barging into your room. "Mommy! Mommy! The snow," Your youngest daughter cried out. Of course you promised your kids they could play in the snow. "I know girls, let's get changed and we can go outside okay."

Keeping yourself bundled in layers of clothes and a thick blanket, you watched your two daughters attempt to build a snowman. As of right now it looked more like the trunk of a tree. Watching them enjoy themselves without a care in the world made you warm inside, making your blanket practically useless.

You're lucky enough to get a few months off throughout the year due to you and your husband's work schedules. Both of you actually met due to work. You, a director of several task forces including the one and only task force 141. Several years ago you were lucky enough to meet the captain, John Price. You both seemed to work really well together, so well you became pregnant. Soon enough he bent down on one knee and tied the knot. Per your request, your relationship has been private. Not secret, just private. Ghost, or Uncle Simon comes around every once in awhile to say hi to the girls.

Since both of your jobs require months away from home, you agreed to stay home for majority of the year. John also agreed to be home during the most important parts of yours and yours daughters lives. In which, he promised to be home by first snow fall. Yet he's twelve days and eight hours late. You totally haven't been keeping track. It breaks your heart a little knowing there's times you won't have contact with him for weeks. But the times he's home he makes up for it, and it's totally worth it.

"Alright girls let's not get frostbite," You call them back inside. "Hot cocoa!" They both shouted as the ran inside, leaving an icy trail behind them. You sighed knowing there will be one hell of a mess to clean up. After a quick change and mop of the floor, you filled three big mugs with milk. "I like how daddy makes it," your daughter huffed. "I know honey, he'll be home soon," You know they missed him as much as you do, maybe even more you thought. They were 'his' girls after all. "How soon," she spat out. "Sooner than you think," all of your heads turned to the front door, and there stood the hunk of a man John Price.

"Daddy!" Your girls jumped out of their seats to him, almost tackling him to the ground. "How are my little bears doing," he hugs them tightly rubbing his scruffy beard on their heads. They giggled and shouted out nonsense to him. It took them the rest of the day to settle down, they had to tell him about their dance practices and how they can tie their own shoes. John made sure to spend time with them, and gladly tucked them into bed.

"My love," John leaned into you, holding your neck and waist in his hands. Slowly pushing you into the bed, you couldn't help but melt in his hands. "Oh John, I've missed you so much," You grabbed onto him, holding him close. Tucking your head into his neck, you took in his scent, deep cedar and smokiness of his cigars. "How's my boy doing," John slid down to your stomach, rubbing it with his calloused hands. "You really think it'll be a boy," You let out a giggle. Both of your girls were a surprise, and you had agreed to hold off on a third while you figured out parenthood. Just your luck, you were hit with a third surprise three months ago. "Oh I know it's a boy," he kissed your belly ever so gently.

Everything felt so warm, so peaceful, and you couldn't help but cry. John pulled back, "What's wrong my love?" He caressed your head, wiping the tears from your rosy cheeks. You sniffled looking up at him. His eyes are still soft, a few extra scars cover his body, his hair is a little bit longer, and you can see the tiredness under his eyes. But this, this was your John, and you couldn't be anymore happier. "I'm just glad you're home." Once again, you can settle in the peacefulness of your own bedroom. Finally, with the other side occupied.

[michverdun]

He whimpered as his pecs bulged out even further, slowly encroaching on his chin. He wasn’t supposed to grow this fast. His buddies didn’t gain a quarter of the muscle he had, and he’d only been on the treatment for a month. His body reacted very well to the treatment, which was clearly shown in his pecs.

His pecs were mountainous beach balls of flesh that tensed and flexed with every heaving breath he took. These boulders jutted out  in front of him, pushing even further with every pump of his monstrous heart. He didn’t even train his pecs anymore, knowing that just being alive was enough for his body to feed them everything they needed to explode with mass. He hadn’t been able to look down in weeks, and now his pecs were locking his head in place.

Thanking about his pecs made his cock stand at attention, his vein-encrusted, beer can thick monster stretching his shorts. He whimpered again as his ultra sensitive cock head rubbed against his shorts. He couldn’t make a mess again, not unless he wanted to spend the next hour cleaning it up. He hadn’t cum in days, and already his balls felt overfilled with thick seed. He clenched his eyes shut as he tried to focus on his music, his workout, anything, but as he finished his set, one of his hands brushed against his nipple.

He came immediately, sending volley after volley of cum into his sweat-soaked tanktop. He howled in ecstasy, every muscle flexing as hard as it could. His massive balls clenched as he emptied them, load after load being fired through his cock.

After a full minute of cumming, he panted as the orgasm finally subsided. He wanted to sit down right there, the orgasm sapping him of all his energy, but instead he lumbered over to find a mop. The floor wasn’t gonna clean itself.

[rrain-writes]

Déjà vu. Déjà su. Déjà vécu.

For the @badthingshappenbingo prompt 'cruel and unusual punishment'

Characters: Legend & Marin

Warnings: Blood, injury, major character death, poison

When Legend came around, he found himself lying in a bed. This was strange, because last he remembered the chain had been… attacked. They’d been ambushed by the black bloods. He sat up, looking around for his brothers and found-

A girl. A girl with long red hair and eyes that sparkled even without the light. A girl wearing the same blue dress she always did, along with a flower in her hair.

“Oh, what a relief!” Marin exclaimed as soon as she noticed him awake. She grabbed a cup from the table and brought it over to his bedside. “I thought you’d never wake up! You were tossing and turning…” Marin pushed her hair out of her face and looked at Legend, eyes locking with his own.

“What?” He replied blankly, too stunned to form a sentence of any kind.

“My name’s Marin.” She introduced. “You’re on Koholint Island.”

“…what?”

Marin pursed her lips, putting the cup in his hand. “Drink.” She said. “It’ll make you feel better.”

Legend’s brain took a good moment to process her words. How was he here? Why was he here? What had happened? When he didn’t drink from the cup, Marin reached out and moved it to his lips. “I said drink.” She insisted. Was he imagining it, or was something hiding behind her words?…

Marin made a frustrated noise. “Drink it!” She cried out. The sudden outburst startled Legend, who proceeded to spill whatever was in the cup. Marin’s lips formed a perfect ‘o’, before she scrunched up her face.

“No!” She smacked the cup out of his hands, sending it crashing to the floor. The delicate ceramic broke, shards sent flying to the corners of the room. “No! You were supposed to drink it!” She shrieked. Legend gasped, kicking the blankets away in an attempt to retreat from the girl. As she sobbed, crimson droplets leaked from Marin’s eyes. Blood.

Something was very, very wrong here.

Marin sniffled, and swiped at her eyes, only succeeding in smearing the blood across her face. Her fingers trailed down, streaking it across her lips and chin, before she pulled it away to look at fingers with disgust. Seeing the blood, Marin just wiped it on the front of her dress. Meanwhile, her other hand reached out to the shelf beside her and grabbed a long blade. She shrugged. “I didn’t want to do it this way.” She said, as if discussing the weather. “It’s a lot more mess to clean up.”

She slashed out at him with a cry. Still tangled in the sheets, Legend wasn’t able to move fast enough. There was the ripping sound of his fabric, then the feel of the blade as it met his flesh. It tore through his skin, setting his chest on fire. He coughed, and Marin just wiped the blood- his blood- on her already sullied dress. “Heroes.” She pouted. “You always know how to make a mess.”

-

When Legend came around, he found himself lying in a bed. This was strange, because last he remembered he had been… attacked. He’d been ambushed by monsters- wait. That wasn’t right? It was strange that he couldn’t remember. 

Legend sat up, looking around for his brothers. Instead he found himself looking at a girl. A girl with long red hair and eyes that sparkled even without the light. A girl wearing the same blue dress she always did, along with a flower in her hair. A girl who cried blood- wait, what?

“Oh, what a relief!” Marin exclaimed as soon as she noticed him awake. She grabbed a cup from the table and brought it over to his bedside. “I thought you’d never wake up! You were tossing and turning…” Marin pushed her hair out of her face, her face which was definitely free of blood. “My name’s Marin.” She continued on. “You’re on Koholint Island.”

“What?” He replied blankly. His brain couldn’t seem to process any information, instead choosing to fixate on an image of broken ceramic.

Marin pursed her lips, putting the cup in his hand. “Drink.” She said. “It’ll make you feel better.”

Legend complied, raising the cup to his lips. An odd thought told him something bad would happen if he didn’t. As he drank, Marin leant back with a satisfied expression. Something felt off here, but he couldn’t quite place it. 

Legend coughed, the drink burning his throat. “What is this?” He muttered, looking down at the empty cup. Marin didn’t reply. Legend coughed again, trying to get rid of the feeling. The taste of bile rose up, and his mouth felt numb. He could feel the spit falling past his lips, but his hands wouldn’t comply when he went to brush it away.

The cup fell from his limp fingers, falling to the floor. The delicate ceramic broke, shards sent flying to the corners of the room.

“Goodnight.” Marin hummed. “Sweet dreams.”

Legend knew as gravity pulled him down that he’d done something wrong again.

-

When Link came around, he found himself lying in a bed. This was strange, because last he remembered he had been… numb. Huh. Maybe he’d eaten the wrong thing again. 

“Oh, what a relief!” A voice exclaimed. He sat up and found himself looking at a girl. A girl with long red hair and eyes that sparkled even without the light. A girl wearing the same blue dress she always did, along with a flower in her hair. Marin.

“I thought you’d never wake up! You were tossing and turning…” Marin said, bringing over a cup. Link paused, gripping the sheets. There was nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was telling him to run. Some hair that had been previously tucked behind his ear fell out, the pink strands temporarily obscuring his view of Marin’s face. Wait, pink?

Marin was looking at him expectantly, and he realised she had still been talking to him. When he didn’t come up with a response fast enough, she pushed the cup into his hands.

“Drink.” She said. “It’ll make you feel better.”

No. He thought. The flash of emotion that flew across Marin’s face made him realise he said it out loud.

“No?” She asked, biting her lip as if trying not to cry. “What do you mean no?”

Link set the cup down on the bedside table. “I’m not really thirsty.” He replied carefully.

Marin let out a half-crying noise, sprinting forward. Her hands wrapped around Link’s throat, thumbs pushing in. “You’re no fun!” She sobbed. Red ran down her cheeks like little rivers. Blood. Hylia, she was crying blood. “Why can’t you just drink it?!”

Link scrambled at her wrists, finally wrenching them away. He was still on the bed, and when he sat up a sharp pain ripped through his stomach. He hadn’t remembered Marin having a knife.

She panted, pulling it out with a sickening sound. “Next time.” She promised. “It’s so much better when you don’t remember.”

-

When Link came around, he found himself lying in a bed. This was strange, because last he remembered he’d been… on the ocean. He sat up, looking around and found himself looking at a girl who hung beside the bed. His sleep-addled brain recognised her from somewhere.

“Oh, what a relief!” The girl exclaimed as soon as she noticed him awake. She grabbed a cup from the bedside, but half it close instead of offering it (why did he expect her to offer it? That was self-entitled of him). “I thought you’d never wake up! You were tossing and turning…” She pushed her hair out of her face and looked at Link, eyes locking with his own.

“Zelda?” He asked, too confused to say anything else. No, that wasn’t right. Who was she?

“What? Zelda?” The girl laughed. “No, my name’s Marin. You must still be feeling a little woozy.” Marin smiled, and Link felt a shiver run down his spine. A feeling of wrong, wrong, wrong.

“You’re on Koholint Island.”

[bitebitesnap]

Time Skip (Time Patroller!Vegeta/Reader)

AN: I hate this! Very much! It's not my best and I know it, but I reallly wanted to write this silly idea with Vegeta and tbh, I think I made it more complicated than it needed to be. I'm not sure how well I managed to get his personality down and make Reader interesting so please be nice to me-

Pairings: Vegeta/Reader, Goku/Reader and Trunks/Reader suggested

“Hm. And you’re sure of this?”

“Yep. Seems like Fu’s been really active lately.” You take a sip, exhaling warmth, “The later quadrant of the 3rd dynasty has been in a wreck. The Namekians tried their best to remove the problems caused by suddenly having to deal with a wartorn Saiyan instead of the usual overgrown frog monster.”

Vegeta hummed, eyes closed in thought. The cup in his hand steamed softly, light blue glass tapping under a finger. His eyes were closed in silent bliss as he brought the warm drink to his lips, “You’d think he’d get over this ridiculous stretch for power. Surely after all his stunts he’s regained enough of himself to be content after the mockery we made of him.”

You shrugged, “Well maybe he just wants to kick your asses sooner.” His bitter grunt went ignored, “Speaking of,” The red cup was set down onto its plate, “Is Goku going to come back anytime soon? I’ve been wondering about that for the past hour now.” He could feel the weight of those curious eyes falling upon him in a familiar leer. The urge to scoff was pushed down-did you think so low of the idiot already? 

Vegeta sighed through his nose, “The idiot is out on another solo mission. Some bullshit involving Earth this time, Fu seems to have thoroughly pissed him off by removing some important events and resetting triggers again.” A light twitch to his brow belayed his suppressed irritation, but the glass in hand barely rippled. It would be unlike him to let a perfectly good drink go to waste.

The brow raise at his statement was palpable, “Really? What kind of events?” The table rocked just so when you stood. Clearly the buffoon screwed something up in the base again–probably from fucking you too hard on it, again. Which he would have to repair. Again. 

He was quickly tiring of cleaning the moron's mess.

Instead, he focused on his drink, delightfully warm in his grasp. A special blend, made from a hybrid of earl grey and some similar variant from planet Vegeta he had swiped the seeds of during his last visit. Though unfortunately it was very bitter on it’s own, something even the prince admitted was not very pleasant. But adding a few of the more passive leaves from Earth seemed to be enough to drop the acidity, making a near spicy tingle to an otherwise placid delight.

“The one involving that woman he met as a cub.”

All movement paused on your end of the table, halfway between grabbing your dishes. His senses ticked on the curl to your energy that belated the little sneer you'd make whenever you heard something unsavory. The dishware clinked softly as he set the empty cup down, the little saucer being pushed aside.

“...Chi-Chi?” Your voice was soft, he noted. Quieter than your normal bite, “...What did he do to her?” Though you tried–for which he would commend–there was still a wavering note to your voice. A sign of what to come if he spoke the wrong words; sadly, it was all he had for tonight.

“..She was killed. Found dead by the boy version of himself before he could ever know her.” His arms, sleeveless in his blue one piece undersuit, crossed over his firm chest with a finger tapping at his bicep, “It appears he had found her too late and the reptoid chasing her caught up. No doubt because of that twisted imp Fu’s meddling.”

Finally he let his eyes open. A glance towards the woman worthy of being his mate told him all he needed to know.

You were not his former wife. His wife would have been calculating strategies the moment the words left his lips. Her blue eyes would shine with the deep intelligence he’d fallen for, the respect he bore proudly on his breast shining through his own as she dug deep into her mind at possible retribution for such actions and ways to rectify everything back to normal.

It was hours like these where he was consistently reminded of the differences. His old mate was fire incarnate, bursting into a roaring blaze at the sound of any insolence. She would immediately launch into tirades of the bastard’s tyranny and how she’d give him a piece of her mind-something that commonly led to more romps in the bedroom than he could count.

Yet, while you bore the same intense fire and will Bulma had, your reactions differed vastly.

 Tonight you were silent. Your eyes, so unlike his old mate’s, stared at the cold stone with a hard glare as if you intended to break it. If given the power he wouldn't be surprised if you did. Though he could see through the farce you had laid--behind the presented anger on your face the vapidness he’d only seen on planets he conquered centuries ago stalwartly remained. A gaze warriors make when presented with an unwinnable scenario yet refusing to surrender.

He knew you wouldn't admit it, but you were about to cry. He commended you for trying but the salt twisting in your scent gave her away. 

A brow of his own raised, “Woman-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, grabbing his cup and heading to the kitchen, “I know he gets emotional about it. I’ll keep some leftovers in the fridge for his stupid ass when he gets home.” The bite in your words was twice as venomous than a stake to the heart. Fury barely suppressed stoked the flames of your ki and he curled his lip at it stabbing into his own.

Of course you’d gone from upset to angry, like all the times before whenever one of them acted like an idiot. If you were a Saiyan he’d be more than aroused by your rage–and he had been many times–but the reason behind your ire was a bucket of ice water to any fire in his loins.

The topic of their former wives was delicate. You’d accepted it was their past, part of them to the core-it wasn’t like you were going to reject their offerings after all this time. But he knew the topic itself was still difficult to cover. You’d been told how long they’d been married and mated. The loss had been devastating- one of the many reasons you’d been their choice next was related to the intense pain both elder Saiyans had felt. To know that one of your mates was reliving the grief had to be an immense weight on your shoulders. Coupled with the insecurity you were undoubtedly revisiting, he knew you were in turmoil. 

Though he could not help the twist in his gut at having to address the issue once more. A bitter coldness dripped into his ribs, the resentment palpable but contained. You were, at your own core, still human. The frailty you fought hard to hide would still find ways to break through regardless of the power shared between you and them. He turned the irritation inward at his own ridiculous response–he could not expect you to be as complacent as a normal Saiyan. 

Though it didn't stop it from being annoying.

Silently he stood up. The chair was scooted back against the table, cup abandoned for now as he entered the kitchen, arms crossed firmly over his chest. Those angry eyes that could rake gooseflesh over his skin were focused intently on the dishes clattering within the sink. The rag squelched soapy suds across the glassware in your irate scrubbing, as if you could scratch out the feelings within. You were completely involved in the task, which left you wide open.

You yelped when your feet were swept out from beneath you, “Vegeta what-!?”

“Quiet, woman.” Firm, muscled arms braced underneath your back and knees as you were hoisted up against his broad chest. The awkward dangle of your long legs and shoulder nearly being shoved into his cheek went ignored as always as he turned away from the sink.

He could feel your confused glare burning into his cheek while he trudged out of the kitchen. Your legs dangled over his arm, back in an awkward angle from his hold. The bemusement seeping from your gaze raised his hackles when he had to scrunch your body together just to squeeze out of the doorframe in the dining room to the living room and it took tremendous effort not to glare in your direction. Instead he dropped onto the couch, cradling his mate in his lap.

Even at this angle you were still so much larger. An eyebrow twitched when his shoulder propped up your bicep, your knees squished up on the other side of his chest in a familiar crushed carry. And yet he could feel you were so very small right now as he held your in his grasp. He could hear how your heart thrummed like a bird in a cage, held back by the irritated glare you leveled at him

“Vegeta what are you doing.” It wasn’t a question. You stated what you wanted, a fact he found incredibly attractive even with your current state. He knew you were upset, both at his actions and the situation you’d found yourself in, but he;d be damned if he didn’t remedy the clear mistake in your logic.

"I know you're overthinking again." You fell silent, no doubt staring at him in mute shock, "You're second guessing Kakarot's bond to you. You're thinking about how he doesn't respond with the same anger whenever you are in danger, and maybe you've even got the insane idea that he would return to the woman of his past." A soft swallow bobbed in your throat. The sound drew him to glance at you, tracing the downward path of your soft skin from the corner of his eyes. Tense as a drum, a frustrated frown on your lips.

"Well I'm going to tell you to get over yourself. The fact you have such little faith in his bond to you is unacceptable, even if he is an idiot. He spent decades on his own grieving the loss of his first mate. It was damn near pathetic how inconsolable the bastard was, always lamenting what he lost and giving me a headache even when he understood I was going through the same." His eyes closed as he glanced away. Remembering the burning pain never ending in his ribs, the encroaching darkness that remained at the edge of his consciousness. It was maddening how close he'd come to reverting to his old ways just to bury his feelings deep until he was nothing but a ball of rage again.

Yet he held firm, glaring holes into the far wall, "And then he found you. And he refused to shut up about it. He prattled on about your face, your voice, not even your name was spared as he made a fool out of himself. He could barely focus during training and got plenty of what he deserved when he allowed his thoughts to drift to you." The prince scoffed, "Even Trunks could see the obsession festering in that idiot long before he could admit it to himself. It was as humiliating to watch as it was to hear."

Finally he set his narrowed gaze to yours, "If you honestly believe he would leave you to return to his old life, after all the blood and pain we've gone through to make you ours, then you're sorely mistaken. And I do not want my mate to be so weak as to have waning faith in her mates."

You were staring at him. The irritation was still present in your eyes but had lost much of it;s intensity. A cute flush began to decorate your cheeks, but it was ruined by the all too familiar struggle of you trying not to laugh. Indignant by your amusement he glared harder, to which you snorted outright.

"You're terrible at making people feel better, aren't you." Your snickering made him huff and look away annoyed, "Don’t be like that, it was cute.” A low growl, “Alright, handsome. You're very handsome when you try." His obstinance weakened when you drew him back with your fingertips on his jaw, kissing his cheek. Had he been a weaker man he would have blushed harder, "Although I didn’t expect you to defend Goku of all people. Are you starting to go soft on him now?"

A snort had him rolling his eyes, "Of course not. I don’t play favorites, especially with Kakarot. It’s just insulting that you think so little of his attachment to you as if he would return to his old life like a cowering dog. And I will not stand to have our Saiyan ways defiled by your ignorance." Now he was letting her go in favor of crossing his arms, refusing to look at her. 

It was your turn to roll your eyes, "Fine, I'm sorry alright. You're right, I was overthinking." You waved at his glare while sliding off his lap to the cushion next to him. Your hands busied themselves by straightening the rolled up sleeves of your sweater back down over your wrists while he clicked his tongue at you.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to him. It was his bond you insulted, not mine." With a nod to the closed door he settled into the couch more comfortably. You glanced at him when his arm found it;s way over your shoulders and hauled you into his side, "But I doubt he will be back anytime soon, so get comfortable."

You sighed, “Fine, I’ll just find something to do until then.” With a brief peck to his jaw you made to get up but instead, found you couldn't. A few tugs on his grip proved it sturdy and your wide eyes found his, "Wait, are you going to hold me until he gets back?" Another, harder pull did not change his hold, the beginnings of a smirk tugging the edge of his lips. You faced him with a glare, "Vegeta, I can’t sit here all night."

He raised an elegant brow, unphased, "And why is that? Tell me, is it because you neglected to finish the cleaning you set out to do this morning and have been reduced to doing it late at night." When you failed to answer, indignant rage immediate on your face, he smirked, "Of course you did, lazy woman. You just sat around like a princess waiting to be serviced didn't you? Expecting me or Kakarot to help you through them, I assume?"

Your pout was at full force, "Kind of, yeah. But let me guess, his royal shortness wasn't going to, was he."

His brow twitched but his smug grin remained, "Not even being my mate will spare you from your own incompetence." A devious chuckle answered your miserable groan.

"I know Goku will." The bite punctuated you turning away with your nose in the air. A desperate attempt to gain ground in the argument.

"You could ask Kakarot to rearrange the planets and he would do it for you." He dismissed the thought with a wave of his free hand, reclining back into the couch. Checkmate.

You leveled an unimpressed raise of your brow at him, "You say that like you wouldn't." Unexpected play, but he could retaliate still.

Just as uninterested his gaze lazily flowed towards your lips and back, "As an action to prove my loyalty to you, I would go to any limit. Even bringing the head of that Fu bastard to your feet if you desired." Ground reclaimed, checkmate.

You cringed, "Gross, no. That's Hell to get out of the carpet." Of course you weren;t the same level of tactician as he, but you were much wiser in knowing when to forfeit before the combat became too much. 

He shared a soft chuckle with you in place of verbal sparring, exhilarating as it was. The tension had ebbed out of the air, a peaceful silence falling into the room. He could turn on the TV, since the remote was sitting on the coffee table mere feet away, but he was comfortable as he was. His mate was leaning into his side, pacified once more and his son and Kakarot were nowhere to be seen for the next few hours. He had you all to himself for the foreseeable future, but all he wanted was to remain as he was with you in his grasp.

A soft kiss to his cheek made him grunt, "Thank you, though. For trying to make me feel better." You grinned at him from above, your head nestled down into his shoulder.

He stubbornly ignored the warmth on his cheeks as he let the traces of a smile grace his face. Instead he pressed you even closer in an attempt to drown out the thundering beat of his heart in his ears.

[kpopscruggles]

hi 😘😘🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 here to drop you another gay story but this time a continuation of one of the prompts i sent you with heeseung my one and only boyfriend (mind you my bias list: sunghoon, jake, sungchan, kyungjun, and jeno) REMEMBER GIRL IM NOT A WRITER AND I HAVENT PROOF READ THIS 😭😭😭

its been months since yn and heeseung's shenanigans (an elaborate plan by hee's friends to confess to his crush since first year turned into hee finding out everyone wants to fuck his crush and him turning possessive over him to beomgyu one of his bsfs convincing yn that hee only wants to fuck him to win the game turned into basically that shes all that film synopsis. BUT in the end all is well as they got tgt!)

heeseung has been glowing ever since (prolly because of the cum he got sucking yn's dick but dont tell anyone that). Come on its THE YN: pretty, smart, caring, a fucking monster in bed-

"we get it heeseung you got yn wrapper around your fingers, you spoil him and vice versa and you both are in a loving relationship" jake said shutting heeseung up "God why did we even set them up together hes double annoying" Sunghoon replied

"Oh come on you guys havent heard Y/n say shit about Heeseung, they arent even together and he's acting like him and Heeseung are married and have 3 children and he wants another" Jungwon replied "He even sends me pictures of Heeseung and the second i compliment heeseung he threatens to destroy me and my ancestors" As Jungwon rolled his eyes Sunghoon acted offended

"Damn babe why are you flirting with him when you have me?" Sunghoon says with puppy eyes while flexing his arms

"Jungwon Out. Yn o- Oh surprising yn is not here. Well good, No distractions its almost finals and all of you are fucking twinks instead of practicing" Their coach said.

Heeseung is annoyed by the new coach's attitude like heeseung didn't aced the game by tasting Yn before and after each game. He needs YN and all the coach want is to exert his body until he gets too tired to even talk to YN

"Babe!" Yn says softly to a tired and pissed off Heeseung

"Car. Now." Heeseung said after hugging Yn and carressing his ass

Heeseung undressed himself and let YN do whatever he wants but he got too impatient and just pushed YN in the back of the car and fucked him doggy style.

Heeseung went through his phone as he continued fucking Yn. "Hey Babe Jay snapped me a vid of him fucking Sunoo" Heeseung said "Oh wow Sunoo got every Gay Man's dream get fucked by a hot rich guy" Hee just deepened his thrusts "And what's that supposed to mean?" Yn just stayed silent

"Should we send him a backshot of y-" "Heeseung. Do you Love me?" Yn asked which made Heeseung surprised "Of course babe! Yn what made you th-" "I feel like youre just using me for my body, Do you want me or you do you just want to fu-" Heeseung shutted him up with a kiss

"I love you. Im obsessed with you. Everything about you YN if theres anything thst I could do to convince you I will do it. Heeseung said while kissing every part of yn's face

"Can we stop fucking or just stop cumming for like a week? I'm just tired yk" Yn said "Ok!" Heeseung said "I Love you" Yn said kissing him. But only for a minute because "Babe I swear its just precum"

After cleaning the mess heeseung made and dressing his boyfriend with his clothes they went on numerous places that yn wanted to go that day. But it is really hard for Heeseung to contain himself especially with his boyfriend wearing clothes 2x the size of him and him having to hold down his shorts

"Babe you can like stop it with holding my waist"

"But youre gonna flash everyone if I let you go ☹️ I want it for myself"

"Heeseung you dont have to hold it like youre my belt though"

"No" Heeseung pecks Yn's lip as they continued their date

*awkward timeskip cause girl i cant write and youre prolly not horny anymore*

"Babe, are you sure nothing is bothering you"

"YES. Yes. yes." Yn just said sternly. Heeseung knew that all he needed was a hug so a hug he gave "Goodnight babe, I love you" He said without failing this kiss him.

Its 12mn and yn is frustrated. emotionally and sexually. and heeseung with his arms raised while sleeping making his happy trail visible from the shirt hes wearing is not helping with his frustration.

Yn just looked at heeseung intently savoring every feature heeseung has. From his cute eyes, his attractive nose, his pursing lips, his arms, the visible clothed chest, the peeking stomach, and his big bulge on his sweatpants. "Fuck It"

Heeseung woke up with a heavy weight on his lap. "Yn? Ugh fuck" As he become more conscious he realized whats going on. yn has been grinding on his bulge for god knows how long. And with his dick feeling wet hes sure he came more than once unconciously.

"Yn? Hey Yn? Yn youre crying whats wrong" Heeseung said moving his lap so that he could cuddle yn "Its just its been a rough week; my parents are annoying, my friends keep flaking on me, uni is shit, and i heard people saying you just use me cause im the only hole willing to fuck you" He says the last part softly wishing Heeseung didnt heard it. "Babe, istg who are they"

"NO. No. Dont bother ugh its just my insecurities going up again" Yn says. Heeseung smirks knowing just the thing to get it off his mind.

"Use me" "What?" "Yn. Use Me. I'm Yours Anyways" Heeseung stated sternly. Yn stuttered before he kisses Heeseung and push on the headboard.

Yn kissed every part of heeseung: his arms, his fingers, his chest, his abs, and of course his bulge. Yn knew Heeseung was not at fault but whats a little teasing gonna do?

"Ugh Yn yeah just like that" Heeseung kept moaning with every thrust yn does to his bulge. He continued grinding on his cock until Heeseung looks visibly tired. "Yn damn haha the exercise im putting you on probably built up your stamina huh" Yn knew he had to satisfy him so he went down and freed Heeseung's dick from his boxers. It didnt took long until Heeseung released himself inside Yn.

Yn laid on top of Heeseung. With him being very small it was not hard for Heeseung to envelope himself on yn's body. Heeseung kisses his forehead "I love you". "I love you too babe" Yn replied.

"Damn Babe my covers were SOAKING how many times did we cum"

"Well you came unconciously three times and when you were concious four"

"YN? Damn babe, And you say im the horndog?"

"Shh"

"Come kiss my dick then babe im sure its bruised with all that you did"

Yn went down to his bulge and unclothed heeseung's dick but

"The one week no cum challenge starts today" He kisses heeseung's cheek while holding hee's dick teasingly.

YOUR GETTING ME EXCITED FOR YOUR ASKS CAUSE THIS SHIT WAS FUCKING FINGER LICKING SCRUMPTIOUS!!!

The way heeseung would accept this challenge but is definitely struggling and begging after the second day because he loves having you in any way shape or form!!! Okay but you guys having one class together and the whole time he has your hand against his cock “baby I’m so hard~ please don’t leave me like this I’m begging you~” he’ll give all pouty and big puppy eyes “I can make you cum~ you can fill my throat baby~ please please~”

[theslay3d]

Jason Grace x child of Apollo where they nurse him back to health and from then he’s just whipped for the reader and constantly stalks them/ follows them around unconsciously

Jason Grace x child of Apollo!reader

Gender:Gender neutral

Warnings: There is mentions of wounds and blood

Word count: 951

Y/C=your color

A/N ok listen this is gonna sound bad but there might be mistypes of his last name grace that turn into grave AHAHAH so sorry about that:) idk if there will be but i changed the ones i noticed

Jason was dying. Well that might be overdramatic but he felt lille he was. He was on his way to Camp-Half Blood because he always tries to visit Leo and Piper often. On his way there he happened to get attacked by some monsters. Which wasn't uncommon for demigods but he didn't even know what they were but there were so many of them that they overran him.

Luckily when they finally got him cornered he was in the forest near camp and since he was making a lot of noise he hoped other campers would get there soon. The monsters stabbed him with their claws? Jason couldn't remember exactly all he knew was that it hurt.

He started to black out until there was a flash of bright yellow light that disintegrated the monsters. He saw someone with Y/C hair getting closer then he fully blacked out. 

You were panicking. This was Jason Grace, the son of Jupiter. You were new to camp so you hadn't met him yet but you knew all about him. You became fast friends with Piper so she told you about him plus he was a hero after all.

 Anyway you were going for a walk as you finished all your chores for the day until you heard something in the woods. It was probably dumb to go and see what it was as it could have been a monster but you did it anyway. You saw Jason Grace on the ground with about three monsters surrounding him and two dead on the ground.

You quickly used the powers you got from your father Apollo and blasted them with light. You ran up to Jason and kneeled down by his side and saw he was bleeding. You were a very good healer which you thanked the gods for and ripped the bottom of your shirt to press down on the wound. 

Jason was blacked out so you quickly yelled for some help. Some more campers came saw the situation and grabbed Jason to take him to the infirmary. Your brother Will was already there like always and you both quickly used your healing magic on him. You both got him banaged up but you had to wait for him to wake up to give him some ambrosia. 

“You got this from here? I'm going out with Nico soon” Will said as he cleaned up some of the supplies. “Yeah I’m good” You assured Will even if you were a little nervous but Will deserved to finally have a break. Will left after cleaning up some more supplies.

You sighed as you sat down in one of the chairs right beside where Jason was laying. He was kinda cute. I mean his glasses were broken but nothing Leo couldn't fix. His hair was kinda a mess and had leaves all in it but still he was cute. 

You decided to try and get most of the leaves out of his hair and started to pick them all out until Jason woke up with a gasp and sat up. He winced immediately and you pushed him back until he was lying down. “Stay down your injured” You requested. He turned his head a little to the side to look at you. 

“Hey your the one that saved me” Jason said as he got more comfortable on the cot. “Yep that's me” You replied back a little awkwardly as you said before he was kinda cute which made you a little nervous. 

“Thank you, did you heal me too?” Jason asked as he lifted himself up to lean against the pillows. “Yeah me and Will did” You said. 

It was kinda awkward for a few minutes until the door opened and in came Leo and Piper. “Oh my gods are you ok?” Piper fussed as she and Leo walked closer to the bed. “Ill uh leave you to it be back soon” You said while shooting finger guns as you walked out(me lol). 

Jason stared at the door you just shut when you left and thought back to you. You were cute but he didn't even know your name. “Who was that?” Jason asked as he turned his head back towards Leo and Piper. 

“Oh that's Y/N child of Apollo obviously” Piper said as she looked Jason over making sure he's ok. “Whattt got a crush on them” Leo teased as he sat on the chair next to the bed putting his hands behind his head.

“What no, I don't even know them” Jason stuttered out as a blush rose to his face. Piper and Leo both turned to each other and smiled like they knew something he didn't. 

Over the next few days Jason stayed in the infirmary he swears he couldn't leave any sooner but he totally could have he just wanted to see you. Anyway you did take care of him for a few days and checked up on him after he left the infirmary. 

It has been about two weeks since he left the infirmary and somehow he was always next to you. Not that you were complaining or anything, it was actually cute but he did kind of follow you everywhere like a puppy whether he meant to or not. He was kinda always there helping you in the infirmary and stuff. 

Jason didn't even notice he was around you so much until Piper pointed it out and Leo said he was whipped for you(which got him hit in the head with a pillow). He started to like you but he was fine with just following you around like a puppy until you guys got closer. Which you did.

[crochetotterblog]

🩸🔪Who’s a good boy?🔪🩸

WORD COUNT: 2,649💕

Summary: Breaking news: A serial killer has just been spotted in Hawkins as of last week, do not walk alone, stay indoors unless absolutely necessary, stay where you are, stay with family or friends, go in pairs, if you see anything or know anything call the local authorities, pray to whatever God you believe in. This guy has already killed two people, in broad daylight, keep your eye out for anyone suspicious in anyway. May God have mercy on our souls. . .

A/N: finally got some of my drafts out, give these stories some sugar will ya?

Warning(s): 18+, blood, gore, stalking, cursing, fighting, choking, (let me know if I missed any)

I shut off the TV, rolling my eyes. Seriously? They think a man is doing the killings? I'll give you something a man would do, stupid fuckers. The media gets on my nerves all the time, they never assume a woman could be doing what the assume is a mans' job, related to killing. But, whatever, fuck me right? I sighed tying my shoes. Another day in another town, another journal entry. No lover, no one to hold. The last person I fell in love with, found out what I had done to his "girlfriend" she didn't deserve him, he was mine and only mine, no matter how much I tried to bring him to me. He never came, he walked in on me tying a rope around her neck and trying to set an apparent suicide. I dropped her lifeless body and held my arms out, for a hug, I was so sure he would understand and come running into my arms. Then we could have made love right next to her stiff body...That didn't happen, he pushed passed me screaming her name, shaking her and crying. 'Baby?! Wake up—Baby!' He screamed. No response. 'I'm right here' I said in a hush tone, I wanted him to fucking notice me. He did notice me, moving his glossy eyes to look up at me, only to scream and call me a monster. I am not a fucking monster, I am a good person trying to get the one they love. That hurt, him calling me a monster hurt the most..I love hi— no, I loved him. Once that left his lips, something inside me flipped; like someone flipping the light switch in a dark room to bring in light. All I saw was red. Once I came to my sense and looked at what I had done, tears building up in my eyes, staring at my shaking hands only to be covered with blood. Tears began to stream down my face as I look at his lifeless body, a hammer covered in his blood. I silently sobbed as I cleaned up my stupid fucking mess. If only he hadn't of seen me, if only..I might as well keep a low profile as best as I can, otherwise I will have to move again.

No one suspects an innocent girl—Right?

I slipped into my alt themed clothes:

I had transferred myself to the Hawkins High School. I don't talk to my parents anymore, not since the incident. I never cared for them, I mean they never noticed me, I hardly felt loved by them. If I had felt love from them, would I be the person I am today? I sighed as I stepped outside my trailor and began to walk the 3 miles to school. Being a murderer, has it's perks I guess, the speed that I walk at always gets me there faster than my victim; basically like the movies. It's funny to know that small dumb things like walking will be to my advantage. I didn't have a bag, all I had was my purse, not like I really cared for school. Only subject I cared about was, english and science; I will always love science; always new ways to hide the bodies and to kill. Though English, I can always write a fake suicide note, which was what I was planning to do before he ruined it and tried to play the hero. I hate those kind of people. 10 minutes pass, I had arrived at the school. Looking around I found some woods near by, 'good start' I said to myself, looking around the parking lot I can see the jocks, cheerleaders, geeks, nerds, band kids, everyone. My eyes fell on a white van, something I haven't seen in awhile, at least since my last killing spree much far in the south of Indiana; I smiled, 'who is the idiot with a white van with no fucking windows' I asked myself. The driver side door flung open, smoke poured out of the van like water was rushing out to fill the parking lot, I took a deep breath, 'weed', I let a sigh that turned into a soft moan. I haven't smoked in awhile, but I did like the smell. A leg slammed on the concrete, then another, followed by a deep raspy grunt. This tall boy, long brown curly hair, somewhat saggy black skinny jeans, wearing a baseball shirt with the words 'Hellfire Club' written on it; with dice, a demon and what looks like a dagger. I stared at him, looking him up and down, 'omg—' I gulped, from my head to my toes I felt this tingling feeling that found its place at my core, my heartbeat wasn't beating in its normal speed. I bit the inside of my cheek as I squeezed my thighs together. Smiling I watched him stomp out his blunt, heat rose to my cheeks, I couldn't help how much I was smiling, my cheeks began to hurt. I walked up to his van slowly, right before I had reached his van he ran off into the school; I bent down and picked up his butt of a blunt. I pull out a wooden box, and carefully placed the end inside. I closed it with a kiss and out it back in my purse.

I giggled to myself, my cheeks still hot, 'I will make you mine, my love' I smiled. 'You will be mine always and forever'. I started my day off by getting my schedule, as much as I hated not seeing the love of my life, 24/7, I had to blend in. My first few classes were as boring as ever. I didn't talk to anyone, never said a word, I only nodded and shook my head in response. A straight resting bitch face all morning until lunch came around. I walked into the room and headed towards the line to grab anything. Everyone and their cliques found their respected tables and sat down, I walked to the corner of the room, to sit down at this small round table. It wasn't like the rest of the tables, looking at my sorry excuse of a lunch, I picked off the things that I could eat and that wouldn't mess up my stomach. Most of the sorry excuse wasn't all appealing to the eye, whoever made the food will die sometime this week or today. I pulled out a small notebook from my purse and a pencil, might as well start working on new methods. Still poking at my food, and doodling methods I could feel someone's eyes on me, I stopped my pencil in its tracks and looked up to see a blonde boy staring at me, only he wasn't at his table, he was standing infront of me, and my table. I looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow; he smirked and sat in front of me. "You're new right?" He asked, I nodded. He smiled again, "You're cute, want to come sit with me and my friends?" He asked nicely, I thought nothing of it but I had a bad feeling, I shrugged. He stood up holding his hand out to me, I took his hand and he lead me to his table full of guys in letterman jackets. I couldn't help but feel weak, like they were undressing me with their stares, I gulped a hunk of spit down as I sat, I didn't smile, I didn't say a word, I looked down at my notebook and continued to doodle. I looked around the room one more time, to see that almost everyone was staring at me at the jock table, I lowered my head slightly in shame, scanned the room one more time to find him, my love staring at me, with wide eyes. Heat rushed to my cheeks, I smiled at him, he didn't smile back but gave me a nod, acknowledging me. My heart sank to the floor, 'Is this true love?' I asked myself. I kept imagining everything with him, I have been saving my first time for the right guy, and he noticed me! On my first day of school. I drew and drew, throughout lunch, pictures of him and me; with as many kids as he wanted. A white picket fence, big lovely house, 4 dogs, anything and everything. I will be the perfect housewife for him, whatever he wants to do for work I support fully; I only ask for him to be mine and only mine.

I pulled my hand up to my face, holding my cheek softly as I smiled looking at my work. The bell rang and I quickly shoved my notebook into my purse and got up. I walked towards the door, but someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, I look up and it was the blonde boy, "I'm Jason Carter by the way, and I was wondering if you would like to hang out sometime" he smiled rubbing the back of his neck, I looked at him with big doe eyes then at my love. I shook my head, and walked away. I swear I heard him growl like a dog, he then pushed passed me with the words "Fucking tease", he huffed as he walked out of the room. I rubbed my shoulder, where he had pushed through me, pouting, frowning, 'Jason Carter, huh? Big mistake to tell me your name pal. I snickered to myself, god another beautiful episode was about to go down, I couldn't stop smiling, I was so happy and excited that another victim of mine decided to spill the beans on their name! I might take him up on his 'hangout' offer, the closer I am to my victim the less suspicious it is. I continued the rest of my day watching him from a far, the love of my life, he wasn't doing any school work. He just sat there drawing, tapping his pencil on his desk or was writing. I tilted my head slightly in confusion, I started making my way to my locker when I bumped into two people, I looked down in shame, not saying a word. "Hey you okay?" one asked, I nodded, still looking at my shoes. "You're new right? My name's Dustin" he said, I looked up at him to see a boy with curly light brown hair, in what looks like a Hawaiian shirt and 'thinking cap', "This is Mike" he pointed to his friend with long curly black hair, he waved slightly, he didn't seem too happy in meeting me. I nodded and pulled out some paper to write my name, 'I'm Y/N', I handed the note to Dustin, "Nice to meet you Y/N, um do you play DnD?" Dustin asked, I nodded and held up two fingers signifying I have played a little bit. "We are looking for a new recruit, to fill in for out friend Lucas" I smiled and nodded excitedly. Dustin gave a big toothy grin, "Awesome! We meet after school today, though Gareths' mom doesn't want us over again after the mess we made, would it be okay with your folks for us to play there?" I thought for a second, then nodded and wrote my address on the paper that had my name on it, handing it over to Dustin. I smiled clutching my books to my chest. "Amazing, we didn't think that someone of your class would play DnD, so glad you do!" I tilted my head confused, only for Mike to open his mouth, "Dustin, this is some kind of joke dude, I'm sure this is a prank so she can be on the cheer squad" he rolled his eyes looking at me, my bubbly demeanor faded as I stared at him, my arms fell slack still clutching my books. I took deep breaths, as many as I could, "See, what did I tell you, it is all an act" my eyes shot up at Mike, looking him into his big brown eyes. I stared into his fucking soul, I huffed at his comment. I shoved him into the lockers pinning him at the throat, pointing my finger at him. "Ooh so scary" he said sarcastically, I furrowed my eyebrows, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' I asked myself, I shoved my forearm up on his neck, pushing him up. He began to hit me trying to get me too stop. Dustin started to panic as he tried to pull me off of him. "Jesus, you're strong, come on man" he said. The bell rang and I dropped Mike to his knees, I slammed my foot on the lockers next to his head, and whispered, "I will fucking kill you, you say something like that again; they'll never find your body." Before he could ask anything I took my foot away from his head, smiling, and bowed to say 'sorry' and continued to my next class.

"D-dude, she's fucking c-crazy!" Mike choked. Dustin nodded his head, "Where's Edd-"

"Looking for me?" Eddie said walking up to the two boys. The rest of the group came a long when they saw Mike struggling to stand, "We found s-someone to fill in b-but she's f-fuck—" Mike cut himself off, he and Dustin looked over Eddie's shoulder to see me giving Mike a death stare, pointing two fingers at him and back to my eyes. He lowered his head, "Nevermind...". Eddie raised his eyebrow confused, "Okay then..?" he sighed. The day ended very quickly, I rushed home to clean, tossing all of my bloody weapons into my closet, picked up dirty clothes, I did everything I could to hide that I had a 'gross hobby', and I did a pretty damn good job of him. After the stunt I had pulled, I assumed they would come over in fear that I would kill them. To be honest I hope they come, I want to make friends, I smiled to myself, I don't talk much for a reason though, not speaking much means no one will suspect you know anything about anyone or thing for that matter. I'm glad I can hold myself back from going through the whole killing process, saves my skin and my neck. No one will ever know it's me, the only person who would or might is my love, my darling, puppy, my baby, my everything. But until then I must keep a low profile, keep it low like an ankle..because an ankle is 3 feet lower than a cunt, so might as well play dumb. I giggled to myself as I continued to clean. I heard a knock at the door, I checked my watch, 4:20 (aha blazzin') I walked over to the door a margarita in hand. I opened the door to see, 6 boy standing on my front porch, all of them looked somewhat the same, minus the hair styles and stuff. I smiled softly, already shy to finally see him, my lover. I moved out the way to let them in, I took a gulp on my drink to calm my nerves. Once they walked into my house they saw my dining room table, cleared off, the birch wood reflecting the artificial light into their eyes. I had a few of my old DnD binders at my spot, I had also set out a cooler full of drinks, for the children at least while I had a small red cooler next to my chair, it held mixes and all the hard stuff. I hummed to myself as I grabbed 6 glasses. They walked around the house, admiring the aesthetics. I set the drinks down and shoved some chips on the side table.

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