#achievement hunter reader inserts

[shutthehellupcaboose]

Hey you! Yeah you! Do you wanna be shipped with your fave character from Red Vs Blue??

Hi I'm doing commisions for match ups (match ups being you and a character of my choice to who I think will fit you the best) ADULT ONLY! 18 + MINORS DO NOT DM

The price is 5 to 10 USD (preferably venmo if possible)

You can give me a description of yourself in dms

And I will give you a 100 to 300 words of a character I think you'd fit best with

The characters!

I will write for almost anyone in RVB (excluding Theta, The Director and The Counselor and a few others)

I will also do other RT media such as

Lazer Team, Camp Camp, RWBY (if I do this with younger characters it will be after the time skip to when they are 18).

If you have another fandom in mind I am open to writing for then I will absolutely do that too

Won't do: EXTREME NSFW, Hazbin Hotel, or MCYT, or any IRL people in Rooster Teeth (Michael Jones, ect.)

(ADULTS ONLY CHARACTERS)

This will super help me out a lot and I would really appreciate it if I could get some comms, if not feel free to browse my blog and my art, I have art commisions open too!

[voglioinnamorarmidiunsorriso]

C’è una cosa che mi da veramente sui nervi , quando incontri una persona la prima cosa che si chiede è “come stai?” Io odio questa domanda perché è palese che non risponderò mai “sto una merda grazie del pensiero” porca troia

[xternal-rst]

weirdest kink? well i suppose the freak can come out once in a while (remember you have the ability to refuse) but have you ever heard of macro/micro? it’s basically an extreme version of a size kink, like a giant and a human or a tiny fairy and a human. it is USUALLY paired with v0re but i myself am not very comfortable with it, i just like the thought of being at the complete mercy (being the smaller) of someone whose tongue could cover my entire cock and ass in a single swipe. you can write something with this if you’re into it 🧍

Ooh never wrote this before, this really intrigued me so much that I have to write this first. I mean I have thought about it but it doesn't really gets me off sometimes. Vore part are disgusting, never understand how people find it hot.

I'll write this as small drabble at first and if you like the plot, maybe I could write this full fanfic.

Disclaimer!! Please do tell me what type of fanfic y'all want, either small drabble or just full on fanfic yeah.. Idk what to call it. Also tell me your kinks and give me a little plot so that it can give me an idea of what you want, yeah? Thank uu :)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊＊*˚＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

!⚠!: bottom reader, mention of tongue/mouth play?, mention of object insertion, this is bad, dub con, size kinks (micro/macro), NO VORE!

𝕾𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊

Imagine that you're an earth fairy, a small creature that protects its nature from any danger. Either you help an injured animal or that you lead the lost adventure to their path.

Your wings flapped with glee as you smiled bashfully whenever you get a little reward. It was some sort of achievement you get to go through your dull life. Unfortunately, you had been caught by a human who called himself a "fairy hunter"(?) Or whatever it is, you can't really tell from how fast he was speaking.

"Yes! Yes yes yes!! Finally, I caught a fairy!"

You squeaked for mercy, trying to convince him that it was a bad idea and how he'll have to endure the consequences one day. Does he listen? Of course he doesn't, all he saw was a fairy flying around in a jar and squeaking like a little mouse.

It was a matter of time until you're getting exhausted from shouting and flying in circles. You hugged your knees, clenching your clothes in fear. You began to think of the possibilities of dying in the human hand, who was going to protect the forest if you were gone?

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However, when you get to his home. He wasn't what you had expected. He was kind and overall was just fascinated with a fairy which being fascinated was an understatement. He was obsessed with a fairy creature and he finally caught one just because.

At first you felt like a guinea pig being tested with all the tools he poked you with his pencil or just a thin chopstick. Eventually he took off your clothes, he had a grin on his face as if he had gotten candy as a reward.

Your eyes widened when he flipped you over and began to prod your hole with his finger, you tried to kick but he was just too strong.

Then, he had an idea in his mind. You look back in fear with your heart racing as your mind is blanked, not knowing what to do. You had a feeling that in the next few moments, it wasn't good.

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You're moaning and panting as you gripped onto his fingers, legs shaking with half lidded eyes. You could feel the chopstick slowly going in and out of your quivering hole, you couldn't take it any longer. It was too much for your body whenever it hit your spot.

Then he pulled it out, quickly moving you towards his mouth. The wetness of his tongue in your coo and ass was something you never thought you would experience. Your face paled at the possibility of being eaten but a shock of pleasure distracts the thought.

You finally accepted that this was your life now, trapped and used by a newbie hunter.

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This isn't much, I'm kind of bad at doing small drabble but I'm also unsure if this is what you want. Thank you again for the request ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧

[agerecreations]

Blog Introduction!

Welcome to my new agere creation blog! My name is Rose, I'm 26, and I'm a caregiver-leaning flip who likes to draw and write and create for regressors and caregivers! I've been in the agere community since 2019, but I needed a blog reset.

Three Big Disclaimers:

This blog will be mostly sfw BUT I will occasionally write about age regression in unhealthy, scary, or unusual situations: this will always be tagged with age warnings and under a readmore, so please make sure you are checking warnings and blocking tags if need be! I will add a taglist when I've posted a few things and have a system. (No art or moodboards will be anything but sfw, only my writing might delve into more complex/dark themes explicitly)

This blog is proship and I am dualcom, but my focus on this blog is age regression and I will ask that people don't interact with most of my posts with k!nk-focused blogs or with explicit/inappropriate comments. Age regression and k!nk are not enemies, but the communities are separated for good reason.

I don't have a strict DNI, but here is a list of reasons why I might block someone who interacts with this blog. I will curate my own internet space, but please respect the DNIs of everyone interacting with this blog. (Breaking other people's DNIs will get you blocked from my blog, I take it seriously!)

With all of that out of the way,

Requests Are Open!

DNI Banners: any fandom/theme Paci/Agere Edits: any 2d source/fandom Moodboards, Headcanons, and Art: any fandom on the list found here! Fanfictions (reader-insert OR character-centric): any of my Primary Fandoms from the list below the 'read more'!

NOTE! I don't make content for real people or 'sonas of bands/youtubers! This isn't a moral stance, I just used to make a lot of Achievement Hunter content and got burned on the whole thing.

Primary Fandoms:

Black Butler Death Note FNAF Security Breach Hadestown Hazbin Hotel Homestuck The Hunger Games Interview With The Vampire  Labyrinth  Lore Olympus The Magnus Archives Phantom of the Opera Rick and Morty Severance Skulduggery Pleasant Steven Universe Twilight The Untamed Vampire Chronicles (first five books)  Wicked

(longer list for headcanons/moodboards/art)

[trecotrash]

I Should Tell You

A/N: Logged on in the first time in forever and finished a draft. 

Pairing:  Trevor Collins x Reader

Description: I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine...I should tell you (I really don’t know how to put an actual description to this besides the two song lyrics)

Inspired by I Should Tell You from Rent

You stormed out of the restaurant and wrapped your coat around you.

“(Y/N), wait!” You kept walking as someone jogged up to you. “(Y/N), just-”

“Just what, Trevor?” you asked as you stopped in your tracks. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed and continued you walk to God-knows-where. “(Y/N), what are you talking about?” he inquired as he caught up to you. 

“Oh, you know, just the fact that you invited me to a company party only to ignore me all night long,” you argued. “Look, I get it if you’re not ready for a serious relationship, but that’s a pretty shitty thing to do to someone.” He grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “What?”

“I know,” he sighed. “I know what I did was shitty, and it’s no excuse. All tonight I’ve been trying. I swear. It’s just that...I’ve got a lot of baggage.”

“So does everyone else!” You took a deep breath. “Including me,” you added on. His eyes softened as he loosened his grip on you. Your gaze switched from him to the ground. “Life’s too short to waste any moment on dwelling on it.”

“Well, what’s your baggage?” he questioned.

“Why? It’s not like you care anyways,” you snorted. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. “But what if I do?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe then I would tell you that I have shit luck when it comes to love.” 

His hand slid down from your wrist to your hand, and he intertwined your fingers. He took a step closer. “What else?” You ran a hand through your hair and shook your head. “(Y/N), what do you mean by that?” he asked. “Because so far, you sound like every other 20-something-year-old.” You rolled your eyes at his statement. “Look, I’m not perfect, but at least I’m trying.”

“Are you really though? Because from what I’ve seen, you left me to fend for myself,” you told him. “You can’t expect me to tell you my fucked up life in exchange for you to feel better about yourself.” You pulled your hand away. “That’s not how this works.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” 

“I don’t know!” you screamed. He flinched and took a step back. “I’m just looking for baggage that goes with mine, okay?”

“(Y/N), I-”

“Save it,” you interrupted. “It’s clear that you’re not willing to share.” You turned around and started to walk.

“Wait,” he called out. “I should tell you that I’m a disaster.” You stopped in your tracks. “I have a whole story that I’ve never told anyone.

You sighed and turned around. “You have one minute.” He grabbed your hand and took you to a nearby bench. 

After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to go over my story,” he admitted. “I forget how to begin it.”

“You have thirty seconds left, and I have yet to be in it,” you attempted to joke in order to help him feel a bit more comfortable. “If it makes you feel any better, that night when our apartment complex had a power outage, I blew the candle out just so I could get back in.“

He chuckled. “Well up until your candle burned my skin, I had forgotten how to smile.” You cracked a small smile. “If I’m being completely honest, I’m still trying to get to a place where I can trust someone,” he said. 

“And if it’s anything to you, I’m still learning to trust people too,” you confessed. “What made you stop trusting people?”

“Just...my last girlfriend cheated on me,” he told you. “What about you?

“Every single person I’ve met essentially used me to either get to someone else or just for a good fuck.” He took your hand in his and squeezed it tight. “It’s sorta hard believing someone actually wants something real with you when everything before that has been so shitty.”

He took a deep breath. “(Y/N), I want you to know I’d never use you like that.”

“Trevor,” you sighed.

“I mean it,” he reiterated. “I would never hurt you. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. You find yourself looking out onto the street in front of you. 

Soon enough, you both turned toward each other and said, “I should tell you-”

You bit your lip as he motioned toward you. “You first,” he said. 

“It’s just, I like where this is going,” you breathed out, “but I’m afraid to fall.” 

“Even if you know I’ll be there to catch you?” 

You shook your head. “You’re missing the point. I’m afraid because I don’t know if you’ll be there to catch me,” you told him. “I just...Trevor-”

“(Y/N),” he interjected. “I won’t let you crash and hit the ground. We’ll never know where this goes unless we try though.”

You cocked your head to the side. “What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying, let’s give this a real shot.”

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Festive prompts #5 & 6 with the Vagabond?

You saw Ryan’s jaw clench as you could hear the faint sound of carolers down the road. You grabbed his hand and for a brief moment, you could see him relax as he turned to look at you. He didn’t say anything as you turned and crossed the street.

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” he finally said as you two were halfway down the block.

“Because as fun as it is to break you out of jail and watch the police squirm as we do so, let’s save it for a more fun crime like a bank job,” you said nonchalantly as you squeezed his hand.

He still didn’t look pleased, “Fine but the real crime is them inviting themselves over to random houses and singing off key.”

“Well, lucky for you we live in a penthouse and the only caroling we might get is from Jeremy at three in the morning drunk off his ass,” you pointed out.

That caused him to finally crack a smile and lean over and kiss the top of your head, “The only acceptable form of caroling.”

[short-honey-badger]

I wrote this little thing after reading the Fake AH Headconnons that wonderful @sarahinara wrote up. So the idea goes to them. I hope you like it!

Copycat

    In Los Santos, it was an unspoken rule that the civilians living there were not to be involved with any gang activity. The Fakes always made sure that this rule was followed and came down on anyone who thought to break it. So it came to your surprise when you are taken hostage by a man who looks similar to the Vagabond. Sure the mask was a little too different and the man was not as broad as what you thought he should be, but to your terrified mind you did not take in these differences right away. 

To you, it was the Vagabond tying you up and shoving a gag into your mouth before locking you in the supply closet at your work. You force the tears that sprung in your eyes away and tried to focus on getting out of the restraints the man had forced you into. 

The sharp crack of gunfire makes you jump and the tears drip from your eyes and make your vision blur. All you had wanted to do was eat your lunch while on break. Being shoved in a closet was not your idea of a good time.

The sound of gunfire went off further away this time and you hoped that a stray bullet would not somehow find your defenseless body. It had seemed like hours had passed before the gunfire finally stopped, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. When you hear approaching footsteps, you strain your ears to listen to the people talking.

“Search the place. Make sure that copycat didn’t hurt anyone else.'' The voice is vaguely familiar with a southern accent and it makes you wonder where you’ve heard it from before.

“Roger that, Kingpin.” another voice says and you slouch in relief. It was The Fakes! You knew that the gang who ran Los Santos would not hurt any civilians, but you were still confused on why the Vagabond had done this to you in the first place. However; now that you were not filled with terror, it was easy for you to recall the details of the man who bound you. The differences you had unconsciously noticed came to mind and you relaxed even more. What Ramsey had said was right-it was a copycat!

Your thoughts are interrupted when the door to the closet is opened and the man of your thoughts is suddenly standing in front of you. From the short distance you can see his blue eyes, while they are cold and calculated, you can’t help but to sag when he looks at you and begins to cut you lose. 

“You alright?” he asks and you answer after wetting your lips from the dryness of the cloth. 

“Yeah. Thanks for getting me outta there.”

You see his eyes crinkles at the edges behind his mask and the real Vagabond offers you his hand to lead you out from the closet. You were absolutely going to be telling your friends about this later.

Outside in the hallway the Kingpin and Beardo are speaking in hushed voices. When they turn in your direction, you can see a pool of red behind them and are quick to close your eyes. You are grateful when the Vagabond pulls you closer and begins to lead you away.

“Found this one in a closet. I’m getting her out of here.” You hear him say and Ramsey says something you can’t quite make out with being smothered in the leather of the man’s jacket.

Soon you can feel the outside air and Vagabond releases his hold on you. You open your eyes and turn to look at the man who saved your life to find him gazing back at you. Before you can open your mouth to thank him again, he is leading you away once more to an intimidating bike. “Let me give you a ride home.” he says and offers you a helmet he has stored in one of the saddle bags. 

You obviously must be more traumatized than you think because instead of telling him no thank you. I can drive, you are taking the helmet and slipping it on your head. He mounts the bike first and soon you are clinging to his waist as the two of you zip out of the parking lot and out to the road. You yell directions to him over the wind and it feels like seconds when you see you see the familiar paneling of your modest house. 

You get off the bike and hand the helmet back to the large man. He gives off a striking image sitting in his skull mask on the equally terrifying bike. It is no wonder why the other minor gangs and criminals are so terrified of the Vagabond. You give him another smile and hold yourself against the chill of the wind, “Thank you again. You saved probably saved my life.” 

The Vagabond simply shrugs and says, “You shouldn’t be a part of any of our business and we shouldn’t be a part of yours.” you see his eyes crinkle behind his mask again before he gives you a two fingered salute and then he is gone. You watch until you can’t see him anymore before making your way inside your home. What a day.                

[rtscrobbles]

Taking requests! I may be slow getting to them but I'll try my best!

[5lbsofsmarties]

21 with Ryan Haywood please?? 😊

Word Count: 436

The sound of shouts and general misery is what drew you to the main room of Achievement Hunter. You’d been walking by and heard what sounded to be Michael and Jeremy screaming for some sort of assistance. Now, you knew that they were very obviously playing a game but you couldn’t help but open the door to take a peek inside just to see what it was that had gotten them all riled up.

In the office itself, the lights were mostly off and five monitors were pulled up to blank white pages which cast a bright light over the faces of the men sitting at those stations.

“Get him, Michael! The Tap Man is done for,” Jeremy screamed as he wildly tapped at his keyboard.

Michael was practically bouncing in his chair, “If I get closer he’ll vom on me, Jeremy!”

It seemed as though no one was paying attention to the door opening and closing as you stepped foot into the room. No one, except for Gavin. “Y/N!” he shouted, having spotted you in the capture of his webcam. He whipped around and looked at you with wild, frantic eyes.

“Go stop Ryan from killing us all. He’s already got me and Fiona, but Jeremy and Michael can make it if they get away!”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to process just what it was that he was saying. When it all finally clicked, you strolled across the room to where Ryan was sitting at his desk. You could see Jeremy’s character on the shoulder of Ryan’s as he made his way to a hook. “Ry? Darling,” you said softly as you bent enough to nearly eye level with him.

His eyes cut briefly from the screen to you but returned just as fast.

Reaching out, you grabbed his chin between your thumb and forefinger, and gently pulled his head to the side so that you could plant a kiss to his lips. You felt him relax and vaguely registered the four other people in the game cheering and shouting. You stayed there for a beat or two longer before slowly pulling away from him, smiling warming as you did so.

“Tap Man’s got the door! Go, go, go!”

Jeremy’s shouts seemed to finally connect to Ryan’s brain and his eyes widened comically before he snapped his head back to his screen. “Fuck! You… You…”

“YOU!” both Michael and Jeremy laughed as they escaped the level.

Ryan whipped around to look at you with a vaguely upset glint in his eyes, “You distracted me!”

“You killed my friends,” you shrugged.

[mischi3f-manag3d]

Ok hear me out. I keep thinking about the prank Rooster Teeth did on Achievement Hunter where they made a carnival in the AH office. And Chris had the Chrissing booth and people paid him $5 to not have to kiss him. But like, can someone write something to where he does get kissed by his office crush or something? Like a chris x reader situation. I would die. 🥺❤

[kincreates]

Long Days and Cuddle Piles

Reader insert. Fluff. Pack dynamics. 

A heavy sigh leaves you as you collapse face first into the pack nest. Saying that today had sucked would’ve been the understatement of the century. Nearby someone else shuffles over and flops down next to you before cuddling up against your side. “Bad day?” You can now identify the person as Geoff. His voice is a little gruff, like he’d been awake for hours. Which, hopefully, wasn’t true but he’d only just gotten back into town from Australia today.

Wordlessly, you nod and wiggle around to face him. True to how he sounds, he looks exhausted. Heavy bags have taken up residence under his eyes. Brow creased slightly in concern as he studys you.

Tattooed hands slide over your waist gently and a shiver breaks down your spine. “Hmm, that’s no good. I guess I’ll just have to cuddle you until its better.”

You giggle softly and smile at him, eyes crinkling in happiness. “Oh no, how awful. I guess we better subject the rest of the pack to the same fate.”

A chuckle falls from his ever chapped lips in the same instant that running footsteps can be heard on the stairs. “I heard cuddles!” Jeremy’s voice shouts and then he’s diving into the nest and shoving himself between your and Geoff’s legs.

You laugh at his antics and Geoff’s half hearted bitching. Eventually the three of you settle with Geoff’s arms wrapped around you and Jeremy and Jeremy lying face first with an arm wrapped around you and Geoff each.

Slowly, the rest of the pack trickles in and cuddles into the growing pile. Gavin’s first, curling up in a ball against Geoff’s back. His face buried in a tattooed shoulder. Shortly after that is Michael, towel in hand as he drys his hair from his shower. “Oh fuck cuddle pile, I’m down.” And crawls into the nest to mold his chest along your back, strong arm wrapping around your waist and tangling his fingers in Jeremy’s brightly coloured hair.

About an hour after that Ryan gets home and, taking one look at the cuddle pile in the nest, decides whatever else he needed to do can wait and drops in behind Michael. Pressing gentle kisses to everyone's head. Jack follows him in and chuckles, tidying up the stuff that people had dropped upon getting home with a fond sigh of annoyance.

Geoff blinks blearily at him and hums, holding out a hand; “Leave it for now Jack, cuddle time. We’ll clean up later, promise.”

The bearded man in question studies us for a long breath before sighing and leaving the mess for later. He settles into the nest, spooned up behind Gavin; who lets out a soft breath and relaxes that much more.

Geoff sighs contently once everyone’s settled into the nest and Ryan chuckles. “And you said you wouldn’t miss us on your trip.” The tattooed man grunts “I’ve been wrong before.”

You giggle quietly where you’ve shoved your face against his throat. “Aw, knew you loved us Geoff.”

A low hum leaves him, “Of course I do. Love every one of you assholes.”

A smile breaks across your face and you settle in deeper into the nest. The darkness of sleep slowly pulls you under. The last thing you hear before dropping off into a peaceful sleep is the pack’s declarations of affection.

[rosegoldachievement]

Where Good Girls Go To Die (Chapter 4)

pairing: fahc x reader

word count: 2,615

series: Where Good Girls Go To Die

summary: You’re not quite sure what compelled you to move to the infamous city of Los Santos, a ruthless playground for drug dealers, washed-up celebrities, and criminals alike. It was very different from your small hometown in the middle of nowhere, where nothing ever happened and you couldn’t even leave your house without running into someone you knew, but perhaps that was part of the attraction. But, after running into your ex-best friend, Jeremy Dooley, you began to think Los Santos wasn’t so bad as it seemed. Well, until the bank you worked at got robbed and you managed to get kidnapped all in the same week, leading you to become stuck in a penthouse with six very deadly males.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter four

It had been a few days since the robbery, and you had just entered your apartment building. The bank still hadn’t reopened because of the repairs and some security updates were still needed. You actually had begun to feel antsy from staying home. At first, you had debated on actually going out to a nightclub or something, but your introverted side settled on grocery shopping.

When you made it to your door, a confused expression took over your features. Your apartment door was slightly ajar and it appeared as if the lights were on inside. Your brain kicked into overdrive, trying to figure out what exactly had happened in your absence.

Maybe Mrs. Gunkhouse, your landlord, had stopped by to drop off the rest of the paperwork needed to move. But, she surely would have shut the door and turned off the light. Right? Or you just forgot to lock up before you had left. That was another probable reason.

Without having any other explanation of what could have happened, you decided to cautiously approach the cracked door and enter your apartment. Your eyes grew wide as you surveyed the scene.

Cardboard boxes were overturned, the items that they once contained sprawled out onto the floor. Anything that could be broken was shattered to pieces, including the vase you had bought the day prior. Your heart plummeted down into your stomach when you finally realized that you had been robbed. You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. Why now? Why you? As if things hadn’t gone to shit already since you had arrived in this town.

A countless amount of questions fluttered through your brain until you finally had one stabilized thought. I still have the card Miles gave me with his phone number. He had said to call if you had any more information about the bank situation, but you’re pretty sure he would help you with this robbery as well. All of the previous thoughts you had vanished and your only goal was to get that card.

You exited the living room and into the small hallway that housed the bathroom, your bedroom, and a closet. Thankfully, all of the boxes that once called this place home were now unpacked and thrown out, so you didn’t run the risk of dying on the way to your room.

However, when you did step foot into your room, you were too afraid to venture any further. Near your closet, was a man standing with his back turned to you and going through your belongings. It had just occurred to you that you weren’t robbed. No, there was someone currently still robbing you. You were frozen in fear for a second, but eventually, you had built up enough energy to begin stepping out of the room. Slowly and quietly, you backed up towards the door. Well, until you felt something hard collide against your back.

“Found her.” A gruff voice spoke from behind you. You tried to turn around to look at them, but a pair of strong hands clasped down onto your shoulders to keep you in place. The man who was going through your things previously turned around with a smile that made you uneasy.

“Hello, y/n.”

A sudden realization hit you, the feeling similar to a ton of bricks being thrown into your stomach. Your legs wobbled and if it wasn’t for the man holding your shoulders, you would probably be on the ground right about now. They didn’t come here to rob you. They came here for you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words never came. Before you could, a rag was slipped over both your opened mouth and your nose. You stood like this for awhile, your struggle rendering useless as the man pushed the rag further into your face. Over time, your vision began to grow cloudy and your brain tripped over its own thoughts. After a few minutes, you had fallen unconscious.

When you woke up, you half expected to be greeted with the (favorite color) walls of your bedroom.  But, instead, you were greeted white brick walls and a terrifyingly open space. It looked like to be some sort of warehouse, or maybe even a hanger. There was a dull ache that surrounded your wrist and thanks to the experience you had back at the bank, you quickly realized a cable tie had been secured around them. You searched your brain for answers, but the memories only flooded back into your mind once you heard a familiar voice.

“Oh, you’re up.”

You looked to your left to see the man who had kidnapped you, along with several others. They all held the same scowl and rather lean builds but varied in height. Matter of fact, two of the men who stood closer to the very right end of the group looked to be twins.

It took you a minute, but you found your voice. It came out shaky, but at least noise actually left your lips.

“Where am I? What do you want from me?”

He licked his lips before a grin came onto his face.

“You’ll find that out in a little bit, sweetheart.” He then turned towards the others. “Get in your places, we’re starting the next phase of the plan.”

The group began to disperse in different directions, but the man who had called you sweetheart and another man still stood in front of you. You could only assume the other man was the one who had grabbed you in the bedroom.

“Ready?” The second guy looked towards the first man, who only nodded. This prompted him to turn to you. “You keep your mouth shut.” You noticed him push back his shirt slightly and grab hold of something. Your body immediately wretched when your (eye color) eyes landed upon the handgun. “Or things are going to go south real fast.” You wordlessly nodded, fear manifesting in your stomach.

The first man dug a phone out of his pocket and pressed a few buttons, initiating a call. It wasn’t until he had adjusted his grip on the cell and put it on speaker that you noticed that it was your phone. The line rings twice before someone picks up.

“Hello?”

You blink in shock. Was...was that Jeremy?

“Hello, Jeremy. You don’t know me, but I know you.”

“Where’s y/n?” You had never heard Jeremy’s voice this cold before.

“She’s right next to me, but I’m afraid she’s a little bit too...tied up…. to speak with you at the moment. But I’m sure she’d be more than willing to talk once my group and I get what we want. Well, if she lives that long, that is. Give Geoff the phone.”

The fear that you had started to feel moments ago increased and your mind began to race.

“If you hurt her, I swear…”

“Time is ticking, Dooley.”

You heard Jeremy take a deep breath, but that was the last clear sound that came from his end of the phone call. Some noises came through the microphone after, but it was in the form of indistinguishable movements and muffled voices. Eventually someone was handed the phone and took over the conversation .

“You wanted to speak to me?” The man who you assumed was ‘Geoff’ spoke. There was something familiar about the voice, but you couldn’t exactly place where you had heard it before.

“Six months ago, you stole away our territory and gave it to some young bucks with nothing to their name.”

A scoff came from the other end of the line.

“That’s what this is about? Look, kid. We didn’t steal anything. I’ve known Joel Heyman for years. He gave the territory over to the Fakes because of his retirement.”

“It wasn’t his to give!” The man snapped before regaining his composure. “You boss types are all the same, aren’t cha? You all just see Sandy Shores as a territory to control. To us, it’s so much more. Some of us have friends and family there. It’s home. But you guys didn’t think about that when you laid off all these guys, huh? Didn’t think about most of them had criminal records and can’t put food on the table anymore for the people they love?”

“Look, man, I’m sorry. That sucks. But I can’t give you the spa-”

“We don’t care about that anymore, Ramsay.”

“Then why the fuck did you set thi-”

“We want money. Forty thousand, to be exact. And don’t say you don’t have it, because we know you do. Bring it to the old paper warehouse on fifth by midnight or the girl gets a bullet in her skull.” With that, the man ended the call and tosses your phone onto a nearby folding table.

Two hours later, the front door of the warehouse opened to reveal Jeremy and an older looking man wearing a suit and covered in tattoos. You guessed that this was Geoff, the man who was on the phone with your kidnapper. Behind them were a man with red hair wearing a brown leather jacket and a man with a beard in a Hawaiian shirt, both holding briefcases. You felt as if there was something familiar about the man with the red hair, but the sound of your captor’s hands slamming against the folding table made you jump.

“Wow, you all actually showed up!”

As they approached, you locked eyes with Jeremy. This was probably the most pissed you had even seen him, but his brown eyes softened when they glanced at you.

“We have your money, let the girl go.” Geoff spoke, locking his tattooed hands behind his back.

“Not so fast, Ramsey.” Your captor smiled. He held out his hand and did a ‘gimme’ motion. “Let me see the cash so I know you’re not jipping us.” Geoff nodded over to the redhead and the bearded man, who both took a step forward and placed the briefcases on the floor. They kicked over the money and slid it across the floor in order to ensure they wouldn’t case any alarm. Your captor looked towards his companion, who went over and picked up the suitcases. After opening it and looking over the cash, he nodded.

“Everything’s here.”

“We held up our end of the deal.” Geoff commented as he put his hands into his pockets. “Are you going to keep your promise?”

Your captor took a few steps to the side so he was positioned directly behind you and placed a cold hand onto your shoulder. You twitched at the sudden contact, but kept your mouth shut.

“Well, I would love to, but I’m afraid there’s been a change of plans.” You felt something cold and metal press against the side of your head, instantly causing your heart to drop. “It’s only fair that since you guys took away something so special to us, we do the same.” Tears threatened to spill as your observed the faces of the four men in front of you. Jeremy seemed tense, but one look from Geoff seemed to calm his nerves. You questioned this, but the chaos that erupted seconds later overtook your thoughts.

“I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this but fine.” Geoff sighed. “Go ahead, Ryan.”

Before anyone could react, a bullet zoomed through one of windows and hit your captor in the head. You tried not to wretch as something wet splashed onto your face. The sound of gunshots overtook the area as Geoff, the redhead, and the bearded man were now all armed and fought against the remaining people. Within the chaos, Jeremy dashed over towards you and untied your restraints.

“Jeremy, what the fuck is happening?” You asked in a panic tone. He casted you a sympathetic look before shaking his head.

“I’ll explain later. Right now we gotta find cover, okay?” You blinked in confusion , straining to hear him over the gunshots, but nodded as he grabbed your hand. “Jack, cover me!”

Jack, the bearded man, peered over from the crate he was using as cover and called out.

“Got it!”

“On the count of three, we’re going to run over to that crate, okay?” Jeremy gestured to the crate that was in between the ones Jack and the redhead were using.

“O-okay.”

“One! Two! Three!” On cue, you and Jeremy both ran over to the box and hid behind it. “Stay down until it’s all clear.” He commanded as he retrieved the gun that was previously hidden on his body. You watched with a mixture of terror and awe as peeped over the side of the box and begun to fire. This was around the time when you noticed two things. One a man with a black skull mask and another man who you couldn’t exactly see because of his position behind a forklift had entered the fray on your side. Two, you felt like your heart could explode at any moment.

A few minutes went by before Geoff called out to the group.

“How many more are left?”

“Three, maybe four!” Jack answered before the redhead also chimed in.

“Two guys just escaped out the back door!”

“Michael and Gavin, go take care of it.”

“Got it Geoff!” A thick, British accent responded. “Let’s go boi!”

“Just shut up and come on.” The redhead, Michael, ran out of the back door with the other man following him. You squinted in remembrance, there was definitely something familiar about this. Jeremy noticed your reaction, because once the gunshots ceased, questioned your expression.

“You okay? It’s safe to stand up now, by the way.”

“W-what? Y-yeah. As much as I can be in this situation, yeah.” You stated while standing up. Your eyes locked onto one of the dead bodies that laid a few feet away. Your stomach churned at the sight. You quickly averted your gaze to the Michael and the other man re-entering the building with distraught expressions.

“We lost them at an busy intersection.” Michael announced.

“Do you think they left to get back up?” Jeremy asked, causing the group in front of you to exchange looks.

“We can’t keep standing around here, just in case they did.”

“What are we going to do with her?” The Brit jerked a thumb over in your direction.

“Doesn’t she have a house or something we can drop her off at?” Michael commented. You quickly decided to jump in, feigning confidence. You didn’t exactly want to confront the group of men you had just saw kill several people, but it had to be done.

“My apartment is where they found me. I came home from shopping and they were snooping around my room, waiting for me.”

“Then she’s definitely not going back and we’re certainly not leaving her alone since there’s two guys out there at know she can be used as an asset against u-”

“Cool your jets, Lil’ J.” Geoff sighed as he looked around the room. “I agree, it’s not safe for her right now. You care about her, thus we care about her. Let’s take her back to the penthouse.”

“And how are we going to do that? The penthouse location is supposed to be a secret to everyone who isn’t FAHC.” Jack looked towards Geoff for an idea, but before he could answer, the masked man spoke up.

“I have an idea.”

You suddenly felt something thump the back of your head. As you lost consciousness, you felt yourself fall into someone’s arms, presumingly Jeremy’s, and the group letting out a series of groans.

“God damn it, Ryan!”

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Lumberjack AU Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader WC: 2100+

Date posted: 20 Jan 2018

A/N: Y’all can thank @trevorcollumns for this part actually being completed. She’s become a nagging motivation and I love her to pieces for keeping me inspired with this fic. She refuses to let my interest move elsewhere, and I’m really thankful. Cya soon, my bitch. You can nag me in person soon! 

The skull stares at you. It’s black empty sockets screaming with a loneliness that is not only striking, but fearful. Like the creature it once was continues to lament over its last moments alive. Jaw dislocated and limp, but cries so loud they’re deafening.

Ryan is right, the remnants of the animal before you hadn’t fallen to an ordinary predator.

The grooves carved into it’s features wander like footpaths traipsed through familiarity, smooth and deliberate when unwrapping the skin from bone. Intelligent. Not clusters of claw marks in sets of threes and fours, and not the aftermath of clumsy teeth trying to keep a hold - but created with a precision that you just can’t place.

Can’t place, at least, until an outstretched finger touches the bone. All at once the base of your skull is left searing, a prickling pain that glides smoothly up the centre of your head, right over until coming to sting at the bridge of your nose. Along with it comes a heat that circles your neck, the hollow of your throat closing with the pressure of unseen fingers.

“Fuck!” You recoil instantly, shuddering and hoping to pass the discomfort off as a reaction to the cold. The word slips from your lips before you can catch a breath, Ryan placing a cautionary hand against your lower back to stop you from toppling out of the crouch you’re folded into. “You’re right, this isn’t an animal… But why wouldn’t whoever it is take the head?”

“Y/N, come on.” Ryan gives you a concerned look. “Why’re you freaking out? I was kidding about the murder mystery thing. It’s probably just left over from a camper who needed a good meal.”

“In this weather?”

He doesn’t have a response.

Letting the hand he has against your back guide you into sitting, your legs guard the sides of the skull. You can’t help following the grooves; pressing their image against the memories you have of those adorning the window frames of Motbury, and decorating the bodies you’re now too familiar with.

“Why,” you ask again, reaching out to the bone again and pulling it into your lap, “would someone meticulously remove the head of a creature, skin the skull, and not take it with them? Surely a hunter wouldn’t chop off and clean the head before taking the body away. That doesn’t make sense.”

He struggles, uncertain of what answer you might possibly want. Taking the skull from you, Ryan turns it over in his hands, examining the clean separation that had seen it removed from the spine in the dimming evening light. “Well,” he says, “maybe he didn’t need it.”

-

 The feeling of cobblestone pounds against the soles of your feet. Hard and aching in the cold. Bitter with every slap of your shoes as you run. The orange glow of streetlights trace the path you carve through the town, chasing the shadows you leave behind and playing in your hair. Scampering between your legs and leaping across the stone you bound over. Glinting against the black ice that has already managed to trip you twice, ground kissing the skin it’s left bruised across your hip and thigh.

Ryan’s confusion still rings in your ears. His alarmed expression, of which you had left in the snow as you’d rocketed to your feet and started moving, haunts the darkened spaced between houses and shop fronts.

“What, Y/N? What’s wrong - wait, where’re you going? Y/N, slow down. Y/N-”

He’d snatched out, crumpling to his knees as you’d darted away.

Instead of explaining, you’d thrown him an incoherent response and reminder for him to join dinner that night with nothing else on your mind besides racing thoughts and a need to find Detective Dooley. To hurl definitive evidence at his feet and demand that he acknowledge the grooves that match those found clinging to buildings. To force him to address the links exposed by the timeline you and Michael had slaved over. To make him see, once and for all, that the removal of the head and the slaughter of animals oh so long ago has to mean something. It just had to.

 It had to.

 The skull, minor in its existence, brings the three factors they’d been scratching their heads over together with clumsy a bow. Solidifying the concept of a copycat killer so much so that Jeremy will be unable to argue, and parading the fact that that whoever had been killing livestock hadn’t upgraded to children, but had kept a clear line between those he hunts. One for food, and one for fun.

It isn’t much, but it consumes you. Taking over your being and vibrating in your limbs, stretching tight across your icy cheekbones. But it’s more than the relief of a definitive copycat that spurs you on. Ryan’s comment had stirred something inside you. Flipped a switch and brought blinding possibilities you hadn’t yet considered.

 If the killer didn’t take the skulls of animals because he didn’t need them or want them - he must have had a reason for collecting the heads that he does.

 Your rampant thoughts, along with your being, collide into the figure in front of you. So dizzy in your mind that it takes you a moment to register the shock, the man is already grunting and skirting past. Swallowed again by the night. A shake of your head sees the panic dislodge and recognition take its place.

“Jeremy?” you call, waving a hand above your head and stumbling after him. “Hey, wait up. You’re just who I’m looking for.”

He doesn’t. Instead his head tucks deeper into his coat, shoulders hunched. The quickness of his pace is hard to match, but you manage.

"Slow down, J, I need to talk to you," you plead, catching his arm. But he still doesn't stop, shaking free and powering on into the snow. Recoiling, stung, you jam your hands into you pockets. "Are you kidding me? C’mon man, stop messing around. This is important."

“Then why don't you go and tell Ryan?”

The words burn, lashing out and leaving your skin raw.

“Excuse me?” you demand faintly, “what does Ryan have to do with anything?”

"I just figured," he starts, finally facing you with an expression set in stone, "that considering how close you've gotten, he's all you need."

“I'm trying to talk to you about the case, Detective. You know, the one where kids are dying? And you think now's a good time to go digging around in my personal life?”

"Why not?" he asks hollowly, and you take a step back. “Why shouldn't I treat you like everyone else in this town? I’d be covering all the bases like you want me to.”

“Jesus Christ, Jeremy!” you snap, infuriated at the man who cowers from your anger for a brief moment. “What the fuck is your problem? Just because you fancy Ryan doesn’t mean you get to be an ass to me!”

“Fancy Ryan?” He almost laughs, but stops himself, instead settling for bewilderment. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Stop it.” Your eyes narrow at his defence, in no mood for his denials. A sharp gesture of your hand cuts his confusion, letting it fall noisily to the floor. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” You’re seething, body desperate to pace and yet feet remaining rooted to the cold, frozen ground. Through the dark you struggle with his expression, equally hurt by his scowl as he is with your own. “Jon already told me that you’re interested in him. Which is fucking fine, and I get that you’re hurting in this situation. But don’t you dare go around being an absolute asshole to both of us, just because you can’t get what you want. We have a job to do, and I’m your friend.”

He’s shaking his head, eyes wide and mouth pouted open. This time he can’t stop the laugh, harsh and mocking in the night’s biting air. “You’re kidding? You think I don’t like you guys hanging out because I’m in love with Ryan?”

You stop, accepting his simple explanation with a tight nod. You resist the urge to shuffle guiltily, uncomfortable with confronting his feelings with such volatile accusations.

Jeremy’s jaw sets, fists balling by his side while he turns bitter. “Oh, you’ve caught me. I’m interested in him, alright? Really really interested.”

A rattling sigh bounces from your lungs, falling flat in the snow. You knew this would be inevitable, and sucking in a breath and as much confidence as possible, you start the conversation you’d rather not have. “Look, Jeremy, Ryan and I-”

“I’m interested in him because he’s a person of interest, you fucking moron.”

The words stop, clinging to your tongue and scampering back down your throat before you can comprehend his vicious growl. “A person of interest? You mean-”

“I mean that you’ve been trying to date a god damn murder suspect.”

“Oh.” The shock expelled from your lips forms with a gentle pop, and with it his expression softens. Regretfully he gathers his apologies, rubbing them comfortingly into your arm. Tears well, but you don’t let them fall, feeling them thicken in your throat. “Wow J. I- I just… I can’t believe this.”

“I know, Y/N, it was hard for me to accept too, but-”

You jerk away, skin stinging from his touch. Recoiling, a few stumbles steps see the fountain greet the back of your knees, accusations like daggers. “I can’t believe you’d think your closest friend could be a part of this. That he could hurt children. After losing his own, for god sakes. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s like - It’s like you don’t even know him.”

“Yeah, sure, lost his own, wha- you’re not listening, are you? Because you just obviously know him better, huh? All that time you’ve spent together, all those nights stumbling home arm in arm - yeah, I fucking know about that because we’ve got men watching his every fucking move so he doesn’t kill another kid - it must mean that you know him better than me? Bearing in mind, Y/N, you were the one that dated a god damn serial killer and refused to accept it, not me. And it got people killed.”

Your spine straightens, bite so lethal he shrinks away. The sharp breath sears through your lungs, mind reeling from the night that haunts your dreams and forced you to run from all that you love as he jams it into your hands. It’s your turn to ball your fists, clutching your coat close with the enraged whip of wind. It takes all you have not to launch across the space and punch him, to refrain from falling to your knees and screaming like there’s no tomorrow.

When you speak your voice is low, far more threatening than intended, but appreciated all the same. “Yeah, I guess I do know him better.”

Jeremy wants to snap back, but you don’t let him.

“I must do, because I know what type of person he is, Jeremy. And he’s a damn good one. And I also know what obsessing over a case does to people like us. I was too blind to see Charlie for who he was, because I was too busy focusing on someone else. Someone innocent, remember? I chased him to the point where he couldn’t handle the hounds and killed himself. Do you remember that, huh? Remember when we charged into his apartment and found him hanging, then got the call that my sister was dead all in the same hour?”

Jeremy doesn’t speak, as frozen as the world around him. If he could swallow his comment, he would. He’d forgotten the raw hurt, the agony in your eyes whenever you’d talk about your sister - and hadn’t realised it was still as fresh as ever. He can’t look at you anymore, glaring at his fingers as they slowly blotch purple. And you don’t look at him, either. Can’t stand his guilt, can’t stand seeing him the way he was all those years ago, watching your sister’s blood coat his hands after he’d done all he could to save her.

“I won’t let you make the same mistakes I did, Jeremy. I won’t let you drive yourself, or Ryan, into madness, just because you don’t know how to stop and see a bigger picture.” You turn to leave, stopping only to spit your final remark into the street you’re desperate to escape. “Oh, and once you’re done condemning Ryan you might want to talk to him, seeing as he’s just found the evidence we need to link the killer as a copycat to the Widow of the Woods story.”

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Holiday Flash Fics: Day 2

Pairing: Michael Jones x Reader

Prompt: “Oh, wow. I thought everyone was gone for the day and no one would hear me belting out carols at the top of my lungs but here we are.”

Word Count: 528

Requester: Anonymous

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“Hellooo,” you called into the office. Trevor had left a little less than an hour ago, the last one out of the office but you still wanted to be sure.

You dropped the box of decorations and hooked up your phone up to the bluetooth speaker and instantly put on your Christmas playlist.

You started humming as you began to hang up some garland. It wasn’t long before the office was gleaming and you were belting out songs.

Your favorite song came on so you paused the decorating and took a minute to actually dance around. You knew your singing was very off key and you were so thankful to be alone.

At least you thought you were until the song ended and you heard a slow clap behind you. You shrieked in surprise and spun around to see Michael standing there smirking.

“I’m so sorry. I thought I was alone,” you clutched your chest.

Michael snickered and you could feel yourself blushing, “Clearly. Me and Gavin were trying to sneak in some Play Pals.”

“Oh,” was all you said running over to your phone to pause the music. “I’m so sorry. Trevor said everyone was gone for the day. I wanted to surprise everyone with some decorations.”

Michael’s smile became more genuine, “You actually killed it. Very festive. And we were going to go home but Gavin and I really wanted to finish our game so we came back after grabbing a bite.”

“I’ll keep the music down and my awful singing to a minimum,” you told him, turning the speaker down before turning the music on again.

Michael didn’t leave though, in fact, he moved into the room letting the door shut behind him, “It’s way better than Gavin’s singing though he doesn’t know half the songs and he certainly isn’t as cute.”

That caused you to blush and turn your attention back to the box of decorations. Michael slid up next to you, “I never knew you were so into Christmas.”

You tucked some hair behind your ear before bravely looking over at Michael, “It’s my favorite holiday. Plus I like spreading some holiday joy.”

“If I knew you liked Christmas I would have used that to my advantage before,” Michael crossed his arms and gave you a cheeky smile.

“Oh, how so?” you gave him your attention, willing yourself not to blush again.

He put an arm around you and pulled you in close, “I would have invited you to watch Christmas movies at my place and I can make you some hot cocoa.”

You bit back a smile and bravely replied, “You still can.”

Michael chuckled, “Alright then, my place it is. Say after we’re both done in an hour-ish. And don’t even tell me it’s late. Tomorrow’s Saturday and we can both sleep in.”

It was your turn to laugh, “Fair enough. You got a deal.”

Michael gave you a proud smile and turned the speaker up just a little as you gave him a curious look, “Loud enough I can hear you but quiet enough the mics won’t pick you up. I like your, as you put it, ‘awful singing’.”

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Assassin Chapter Two

Pairings: (eventual) mad king x reader

Word count: 4440

Summary: You, Lindsay, and Meg go to Michael and Gavin’s house where you guy see a friend you haven’t seen in a while, and learn some unsetteling news. 

“Fuck where did they go?” You mumbled to yourself as you spun in a circle in the clearing you now found yourself in. You were straining to hear over the sound of your own labored breathing and the sound of your blood rushing through your ears as you scanned the tree line searching for where everyone had gone. You had lost them in the scramble to get away when you had heard the hoard of zombies coming your way catching you all with your pants down essentially. The sound of footsteps beating against the forest floor and a body crashing through the bushes and tree branches that surrounded the clearing caused you to jump. Instantly you were pulling out your bow and notching an arrow as you spun around to face the sound just in time to see a hooded figure come crashing through the tree line and into the woods.

You froze where you stood your body tense and ready to let the arrow fly as you stared at the person. They were bent over their hands on their knees panting heavily, their hood blocked the majority of their faces. For a long moment neither of you moved, though to be fair you weren’t too sure that the person even realizes that you were there that didn’t matter to you, they’d notice soon enough and notice they did. They lifted their head slightly and instantly they noticed you, jumping back from you they turned their face to meet your gaze piercing blue eyes staring at you as their hand moved to reveal the hilt of a sword. A snarl started to form on your lips as you glared at them your body tensing more as the two of you entered a stare down neither of you moving.

~Earlier~

“Lindsay come on we’re gonna be late.” You whined as you stood outside her door with Meg who looked just as annoyed as you felt with how long Lindsay was taking to get ready. The longer that Lindsay took the more likely the three of you were going to get caught when you left the house, or the three of you would end up being roped into doing something ladylike.

“Maybe we should just leave without her, she can catch up she knows where it is,” Meg suggested and you cast a look back at Lindsay’s door before shrugged. Truth be told you’d rather that all of you went together because then you didn’t have to worry about Lindsay getting lost because even though the three of you had been to Michael’s house a million times at this point that wouldn’t stop Lindsay from getting a little confused on how to get there.

“No, no, I’m ready, come on guys let’s go,” Lindsay stated as she walked out of her room wearing a man’s riding outfit. Both you and Meg stared at her for a second that was not the outfit that you had thought she would walk out wearing with the amount of time that she had taken to get ready. You and Meg shared a look before you held your hands up in defense and turned around.

“Alright, we’re already so let’s just go.” You said eager to get out of the house for a few hours and away from proper society for a few hours.

“What? What’s wrong with my outfit?” Lindsay asked as the three of you walked through the halls of the mansion heading downstairs to the garden.

“You’re wearing men’s riding clothes Lindsay, you tell me,” Meg commented.

“So? (Y/N)’s wearing men clothes as well, why aren’t you judging her?” Lindsay asked and I looked back at her as we paused at a corner.

“Because I’m not wearing men’s riding clothes, I’m wearing hunting clothes which is a lot more fit for where we’re going. You look like you’re supposed to go for a spin around the town.” You commented before peering around the corner checking for any maids. When you saw no one you motioned for Meg and Lindsay to follow as you stepped out from around the corner swiftly making your way towards the back stairs.

“Exactly, at least if we run into anyone in the woods (Y/N) will look like she belongs, you’ll look like you lost your horse,” Meg added as you all descended the stairs and then took a sharp left into a hallway that would lead to a large sunroom and then out into the garden.

“So? Then I’ll still belong in the woods because I’m looking for my horse, besides you're the one in a dress and you’re talking about how I look like I’ll be out of place.” Lindsay pointed out and you shook your head as the three of you walked into the sunroom and out into the garden.

“I’ll have you know that the dress I’m wearing is a perfect commoner dress who would be out walking in the woods traveling or searching for mushrooms and berries.” Meg’s tone was confident and you glanced back at them an amused look on your face. In all actuality, it didn’t matter what any of you were wearing because you’d all be too far out in the woods for anyone other than Michael and Gavin to be there. So it wasn’t like wearing the proper disguises was necessary hence why all of you were in different clothing. You knew Lindsay was wearing the only real boy outfit that she had in her room, and Meg was only wearing the dress because of the way it complimented her and because she wanted to impress Gavin, and you were wearing the hunting outfit because it was comfortable. It also felt like you were wearing your Assassin outfit, the freedom of movement that came with not wearing a dress or a corset was was one of the best feelings in the world, that and it gave you an excuse to carry your bow an arrow. A weapon that you were still trying to master completely, it came in handy when you had to deal with skeletons and creepers.

“Ladies, either way, we’ll stand out if someone sees us two of us are dressed as men.” You told them as the three of you walked through the flowers, hedges, and sculpted bushes of the garden heading to the back where vines had grown along the wall enough to climb up and over.

“Fair point,” Lindsay said and Meg nodded in agreement with her.

Once the three of you were over the wall and officially in the forest the three of you feel silent and moved even quieter. All of you were on edge as you made traveled through the woods, there was a reason that people avoided the woods and stayed within the relative safety that was Achievement City no matter the time of day. That was because even if it was the middle of the day the monsters that filled the night with their horrible bone-chilling sounds still roamed around, the trees providing just enough shade that some would still remain. Not enough to cause any real issues should you run into them but enough that it still kept the three of you on edge and jumping at every little sound.

It took the three of you maybe an hour and a half to get to Michael and Gavin’s house and that was with only running into a few monsters. Either way, the familiar sight of their house filled you with a calming sense of relief and before you could say anything to Lindsay or Meg the two of them were racing off towards the house. You rolled your eyes as you followed them a small smile on your face, the two of them were so in love with those too you almost found it comical.

“Hello?! Anyone home!” Lindsay yelled as she knocked on the door and seconds later it was opened by Michael who stopped and did a double take of Lindsay’s outfit.

“What are you wearing?” He asked and Lindsay groaned dropping her head back so she was looking up at the sky.

“Not you too, first Meg and (Y/N) complain about my outfit and then you. If Gavin says anything I’m going to slap him.” Lindsay muttered to herself and Michael chuckled stepping aside and letting us in. You smiled and nodded to Michael as you stepped through the door and he nodded back closing the door behind you and following you into the rest of the house. The house wasn’t much it was a simple two-story house with the kitchen and living room sharing the entirety of the downstairs with their two bedrooms and the one guest room upstairs.

“Meg!” Gavin cried as soon as everyone was in the house and you looked over just in time to see Meg be pulled into a giant hug by Gavin, one that she happily returned with a similar cry of Gavin’s name. You, Michael, and Lindsay chuckled at the sight of them.

“Hey (Y/N).” You looked over in surprise to see Ray standing by the couch and a large smile spread across your face and you were quick to walk over to him and even quicker to hug him. Michael might have been your best friend but Ray was your favorite out of the three lads despite you never see much of him because he preferred to live elsewhere.

“Ray! It’s so good to see you! How have you been?” You asked excitedly, hugging him a little tighter before you pulled away from him. The easy smile that he had been wearing when you walked over was gone now and had been replaced with a forlorn look that caused a ball of unease to form in your stomach.

“Not good,” Ray said and your stomach sank as you shared a look with everyone else. The joy at seeing the three of you had faded from Gavin and Michael’s faces and had been replaced with serious looks.

“Why what happened?” You asked and a look of anger spread across Ray’s face the likes of which that you’d never seen and it caused you to take a few steps back at the fire in his eyes.

“They found me,” Ray stated and instantly you tensed. Very few people knew were Ray lived partially because he liked his privacy but mainly because the last time that you had checked Ray was harboring Geoff and Jack the rightful heirs to the throne. The people who should be sitting on those thrones now but were forced into hiding after the Mad King took it from them, it wasn’t a day that you remembered fondly. Or at all if you could avoid it.

“What do you mean they found you? Who found you?” Lindsay asked and you could hear the hope in her voice the hope that it was people who were meant to help the six of you, people who wanted the Mad King gone as much as you did. But you knew better. You knew that if it had been someone to help Ray wouldn’t be here, he wouldn’t have that look on his face, Michael and Gavin wouldn’t be pissed off with him, you knew that it couldn’t be anyone else but him.

“The Mad King.” You answered for Ray and he nodded not at all surprised that you’d already figured it out. No one gasped at the answer, but the flicker of hope that had shown on Meg and Lindsay’s faces quickly died out and were replaced with the determined looks they got when they were on a job.

“Are Geoff and Jack ok? They’re not… are they?” Meg asked unable to bring herself to voice what you were already thinking and god did you hope that they were ok.

“I don’t know we were lucky to get out when we did, the traps that Jack and Geoff had set up around the house actually managed to catch one of the Mad King’s men and we were able to get away. But it was dark and there was a fight at one point and I lost them.” Ray said as he looked down at the ground and you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Walking up to him you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“I’m sure they’re fine Ray they escaped the Mad King once they can escape him again. Besides Geoff wouldn’t let anything happen to Jack you know that.” You reassured him and he looked up at you a small, still guilty, smile on his face through some of the tensenesses in his shoulders did release a little.

“That’s what I told him, they’re probably just hiding somewhere until it’s safe to leave like in a cave or something,” Gavin said and you chuckled internally at the idea of Geoff hiding out in a cave.

“Exactly.” You commented and some of the guilt faded from Ray’s smile as he looked between you and Gavin.

“This is great and all but what are we going to do now?” Lindsay asked and you dropped your hand from Ray’s shoulder and instead leaned back against the couch.

“We were just talking about what to do when you guys arrived,” Michael stated crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against a wall looking at us all.

“What did you guys come up with?” Meg asked and Michael cast a glance at Ray and you looked at Ray out of the corner of your eye.

“I want to go out and check the house and see if we can find any clues as to which way Geoff and Jack may have gone, and see if there’s anything left of the house, to begin with,” Michael told you and you nodded your head. That would be the smart thing to do because now the most important thing was finding Jack and Geoff again and making sure that they were ok.

“As much as I want to find them again I don’t want to do that because the Mad King could be watching the house, he could have men outside of it thinking that we’ll come back to the house.” Ray’s voice was firm and tense when he spoke so you were guessing that they’d been arguing about this for a while now.

“But that’s just it, he’ll never expect us to go back to the house so soon after he found it. He knows we’ll want to lay low for a while which is why we should go now and check it out.” Gavin said and a look of exasperation crossed Ray’s face as he looked at you, Lindsay, and Meg for help. The three of you shared a look you didn’t know what they wanted to do but you knew that you wanted to go look at the place even if the place was surrounded with the Mad King’s knights.

“I think we should go.” You said and a look of surprise crossed Ray’s face which was quickly followed by one of defeat when he glanced a Lindsay and Meg who nodded their heads in agreement.

“Going will be better than not going at all, besides even if we don’t get close to the house the perimeter can offer enough information as to where they went if we know what to look for. Which I do.” Lindsay pointed out.

“What if there are knights there? I don’t want you guys getting hurt.” Ray stated his eyes quickly darting to you first and then around the room.

“Then we’ll just have to be careful and not be seen. Don’t worry Ray it’s not like this is any of our first times sneaking around a group of dangerous people.” Meg waved her hand dismissively at the concern that was still on Ray’s face.

“Yeah, it’s like what our fifth, sixth time?” You asked looked at Lindsay who was smiling now.

“Oh, the tenth time at the very least,” Lindsay added and Ray groaned dropping his head back and looking up at the ceiling.

“Oh my god you people are going to get me killed.” He muttered and you chuckled reaching out and patting him on the back.

“It’s better to die with friends than to die old and alone at the hands of an enemy.” You stated in a mystic tone that made the others laugh and Ray shake his head.

It took a good few hours to get to Ray’s house the six of you only moving as fast as any of you dared which wasn’t very fast considering the number of times you all had to stop and take care of a monster that was coming for the six of you. That and you all wanted to make sure that you weren’t being followed by anyone who happened to see any you or if the Mad King had a scout out looking for Ray. By the time all of you got within a couple hundred yards of the house it was already late in the afternoon and you were all starting to get panicky. The way here had been easier than any of you expected and none of you knew if that was a good thing or if that was a bad thing.

“Teams of two, we’ll all circle around the house and then come back here. Ray, (Y/N) you two go together, I and Meg will go together, and Michael keep an eye on Gavin.” Lindsay said and all of you nodded. Getting into your teams the six of you broke apart, Lindsay and Meg went left while you and Ray took the right side leaving Gavin and Michael to go up the middle.

The closer the two of you got to the house the tenser you each became and the closer to the ground you each got until you were both crouch walking, using the bushes and trees as cover. Neither of you moved from one hiding spot to the other until you were absolutely sure that there was no one near either of you. It was slow progress just getting to the edge of the clearing that the house was built in, it did help that you had to stop and disable what traps the Mad King’s men hadn’t managed to set off, but it was progress nonetheless. As the two of you moved around the house you scanned the ground and surrounding area looking for signs of either a Knight or for where Geoff and Jack would have gone but you didn’t see anything. The longer you went without seeing a sign the bigger the pit in your stomach got, something was going to go wrong you could feel it, something wasn’t right.

Ray grabbed your arm and pulled you back into him and instantly your hand was on your knife and your body tense as your eyes darted around the area searching for what had caused Ray to do that. When you didn’t see anything you looked at Ray in confusion. He picked up a stick and carefully brushed away some leaves to reveal a wooden pressure plate underneath, your eyes widened at the sight thinking that it was something the Mad King had left behind. One look at Ray though killed that idea as he made a soft explosion noise and gesture, so it was a trap that Geoff had set up. Nodding you walked around the pressure plate and the two of you continued walking around the house.

The two of you got to the back of the house and came face to face with Lindsay and Meg. You shook your head at the sight of them and they shook their heads right back and that sense that something was going to go wrong grew as you looked around the area again. The Mad King was playing a game with all of you, you just knew it, what it was you had no idea but you knew he was up to something. You all wait in silence until Michael and Gavin join you Michael shaking his head to confirm what you were already thinking. There was no one here and there was no sign of Jack or Geoff.

“What should we do now?” Gavin whispered. Despite all of you know that it was clear none of you wanted to risk it in case someone came back.

“None of you saw anything? No footprints, broken branches, anything?” Ray asked and again everyone shook their head.

“Is there any other way they could have gotten out of the house?” You questioned casting a glance back at the house. Ray was silent as he thought for a minute before looking back at the house.

“Well there is one way that they could of gone, a secret tunnel that leads farther out into the middle of nowhere, but Jack and Geoff clearly ran out the door with me I just don’t know which way as soon as I got out of the house I sprinted for the tree line and then started for your guy’s house. I lost them at some point.” Ray admitted and you frown.

“Could it be possible they decided to go back in and take the tunnel?” Meg asked and Ray shook his head.

“No they were already breaking through the treeline on the side of the house by the time we had gotten a good distance away, it would have been suicidal to go back in,” Ray said and you purse your lips still looking at the house. Looking around you stood up and turned in a small circle before looking at the house.

“Can we go inside and look around?” You asked looking down at Ray who nodded.

“Yeah, I want to get some things anyway,” Ray answered as he stood up everyone following suit. Together you all walked towards the front of the house, as everyone filed inside you scanned the tree line squinting in concentration. Still unable to shake that feeling. For a fraction of a second, you swear you saw something move in a bush just to the right of a large oak, and you took a step closer to it trying to see what it had been. Again you saw something more and your hand was on your knife in seconds as you took another step towards the bush drawing your knife and preparing to throw it. A rabbit bounded out of the bush just as you pulled your knife free and instantly you relaxed releasing a small sigh at the sight of the animal, it had just been a rabbit. Maybe your bad feeling was all for nothing, putting your knife away you turned and walked into the house.

While the outside of the house looked perfectly fine the same could not be said for the inside of the house which looked like a twister had torn through the place.

“Wow, they left no stone unturned.” You commented as you tentatively stepped over some glass glad that you had worn boots today instead of cotton slippers.

“They found the passageway.” Ray murmured staring at the dark expanse that lay beyond a turned over bookshelf.

“Maybe that’s where all of his men are watching where the passageway comes out. The Mad King must have thought that none of you would come back to the house the normal way so he set up people to watch that.” Lindsay tried to offer an explanation as to why the house was ransacked but unguarded. You didn’t say anything as you stepped over a pile of books walking towards the stairs that lead upstairs.

“Yeah maybe,” Ray said but it was clear that he didn’t fully believe Lindsay. He stared at the passageway for a couple more seconds before turning and walking away.

“I need to get my weapons, hopefully, he didn’t find that,” Ray said as he carefully moved about the house. For the most part, everyone stayed on the first floor, well except for you. You had silently made your way upstairs to check the damage that had been done up there. The second floor was in a similar state as the first floor, the beds had been overturned and clothes were thrown all over the place. Again bookshelves had been knocked over onto the floor and any glass in the rooms had been smashed to bits, even some floorboards had been ripped up. Glass crunched underneath your boots as you walked around looking through all the rooms for anything that might stick out and take care to look out each window as you went. When you found and saw nothing you walked back downstairs just as Ray rejoined the others.

“Thank god they didn’t find my weapons,” Ray said as he tightened his belt securing his diamond sword to his waist.

“Hey Ray, is anything missing?” You asked causing everyone to jump slightly none of them realizing that you had left and come back until you said something. At your question, Ray’s eyes darted around the house trying to see if anything had been taken in the chaos eventually he shook his head looking at you.

“No, why?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Don’t know just wondering if there was anything of importance here that the Mad King might want.” You said and Ray shook his head.

“No the only thing of importance here was Geoff and Jack but they’re gone.” He said and you nodded looking around again. That feeling seemed to have just gotten worse the more you walked around the house and the longer you stayed here to the point where you had to stop yourself from looking over your shoulder every couple of seconds.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Lindsay asked and again you shrugged.

“I don’t know I just have this bad feeling.” You said as you looked around the house again. Besides you everyone tensed casting their own suspicious looks around the place, they all knew you well enough to know that when you started feeling like something was going to wrong things usually went wrong. How though was the unnerving part.

“Alright on that note when I say we get out of here. If (Y/N)’s feeling turns out to be right I don’t want to be around when it’s proven right.” Ray said and he was already moving towards the door. In silent agreement you all followed him out the door prepared to make the long trek back to Michael’s.