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csmicletters · 2 years

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Spanish Nights

Thank you to my amazing friend and beta Amanda, and the artwork in this chapter was made by @jho.adhara on instagram, thank you so much for bringing my babies to life again with this beautiful piece.

Thank you to everyone who takes their time to read my story, I hope you guys like it.

All the kudos, comments and feedback are always appreciated.

xx Rafa

chapter five: cake by the ocean

Jordan and Jake finally pick their wedding cake; Jamie and Tim have some of their true feelings coming out.

JAMIE

Spain; April, 2021.

I got out of the cab when we arrived at the bakery. Jake had mentioned that the baker was someone he had befriended after their season of Love Island. I never had any more information other than that, but my sister said he was the best. He came just for that, as he also lives in London and owes a bakery there. Apparently, this spanish one was from a friend who let him come to bake for the wedding. Jake loves going on about all the food.

We walked in and the place smelled like heaven. Everyone was very excited, possibly already a little sugar high. The baker came out from wherever he was bringing more samples, his smile lighting up the entire room; he definitely looked proud of himself. He started walking towards me and said: — You must be the maid of honor I heard about. And you're Tim; I’m already a big fan. Nice to meet you, I’m Bobby. — smiling; his golden eyes locked on me for a few seconds. Tim started laughing next to me for some unknown reason; but then he said: — Nice apron you have there, Bob.

I turned my head to look and there was a melon baller joke Tim made with Jordan during their season. Bobby fist pumped him and laughed. I waited for the interaction between the two of them to end and answered him: — Yes, I’m the maid of honor. My name is Jamie.

We sat down now as Bobby had set everything on the table; all the flavors of cake and frosting so we could pick our favorites. I looked at the entire setting and it was beautiful, it looked amazing, and I couldn’t help but ask him if there was anything with cinnamon. He pointed it out for me and it had to be the first one I tried. It was delicious with the bourbon vanilla frosting, but unfortunately my sister didn't like cinnamon as much as I did.

I started moaning at the flavors and said: — I don’t know about them, Bobby, but I found my wedding cake and every birthday cake from now on. I love cinnamon, but this is on a whole new level. — Tim looks at me when he hears me and whispers close to my ear: — I see you really like this one, snickerdoodle, maybe it will be our wedding cake. Can I have a bite? — he said it so casually it almost made me choke, my eyes widened. I tried to ignore him and his mouth dropped open waiting for me to feed him and I passed what was left of the cake to him. He ate a few bites and gave it back to me.

We all continued talking, having fun, and tasting cakes for a while. As we were about to leave and get our things back at the hotel, Bobby pulled me aside and asked: — So, lass, do you have a date for the wedding yet? — and smiled at me. He was a really fun and nice guy but I didn’t wanna lead him on, so I just said: — Not really. I’ll be on duty, but I will have some friends around to keep me company; I won’t say no to an extra one. — and smiled back at him, winking. I felt a pair of eyes staring at us, and from the look on Bobby's face, I didn't even have to turn around to know very well who it was. Then Bobby said: — Okay, from the face he is making, either you guys are together or there’s something complicated going on. Am I right? — he gestured to where Tim was and hugged me, I bit my lip and nodded sadly at him. — Bye, Jamie, see you later. — I waved and headed towards the others, then heading out to the hotel.

We stopped there and went to our respective rooms to get our stuff; less than half an hour later, we were all back at reception, then headed to the van that had been hired to drive us around for the day. It was a short drive. I was reminiscing about the first time I was there, for the Love Island finale, when Jordan and Jake won, and we stayed for a bit for the after party. Everyone was euphoric, it was so full of people and lights everywhere that I didn’t even get to see the Villa properly. But now, empty, it was stunning; the feeling of being there wasn't the same, I was still getting used to the idea that my sister would get married in a few days, and it made me so glad to see that she had found her person and to see her life finally moving towards as she always dreamed.

Jordan was explaining to us that when they went to rent the place, they found that there were actually some rooms, not just the communal room used for the show, but that they were locked for the sake of the television drama. Jordan and Jake would be staying in the honeymoon suite, called the hideaway or something. She showed us where the other rooms were; there were five, so we each picked our favorite and we settled down for a little rest.

I spent some time in the bedroom, lying down, trying to take a nap and not think that Tim would be sleeping in the next room for the next few days. So I decided that I should at least try to clear my mind, and went to do some sketches.

TIM

Being back at the Villa brought back so many memories; some good, some not so good. After choosing our rooms and getting settled in, I decided to walk around. I went to the terrace to unwind, swam for a bit, and took a shower before I heard Jake call us to an early dinner as we kind of skipped lunch because of the cake tasting. He was saying that we should all spend time together, cook, play games and have a drink; so that's what we did for the next few hours.

It was so nice to enjoy this place without all that drama and cameras everywhere; not to mention that the weather in Spain during spring was infinitely better than during summer. So, I enjoyed the day with my best friends. Regardless of the fact that Jamie wouldn’t leave my mind for a second, I was happy; everything seemed to be in place again, with her around, everything so comfortably, the only difference being that this time, she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

Everyone started to go back to their rooms, but for me, the night was too beautiful to let it pass, so I decided to stay outside for a while longer. I sat by the fire and laid my head down, just stargazing as I thought about everything that was going on.

I heard a soft singing coming from the pool and I knew right away it was her. I was mesmerized, staring at her back and trying to decide whether I should talk to her or just let her be; but she was quicker than me, and said a little louder: — Stop being a creep and come sit here, Tim. I don’t bite. — she laughed, turning to me, and continued: — You think I can't feel your death stare burning over me?

I stood up and bit my bottom lip, slightly embarrassed at being caught, but if that meant I was spending more time with her, then so be it. I walked over and sat beside her; looking into her eyes, I said: — You still sing beautifully. I loved when you sang to me. — she blushed and then cleared her throat, like every time she received an unexpected compliment. I went on: — You know, I like it when you do that; one second you call me a creep and the next you blush at my compliment. It's cute.

— You say it like you know me. You seem to be enjoying giving me these mixed ass signals today. What was that at the bakery? Why do you keep saying stuff you don’t mean? — she had tears in her eyes; and I just wanted her to know that I meant every word I told her and that a year ago I meant the same. Nothing had changed, but I didn't know what else to tell her; I was a damn wanker and I made her suffer because of my bad decisions and my cowardice. — What do you mean? — I asked, still wondering how much damage I had done.

She glared at me, as if she couldn’t believe what she'd just heard; and it broke my heart that I might be causing her more pain than I already had. However, she took a deep breath and said: — Maybe when you said you wanted to give us a try? Or when you said you would call me when you dropped me off at the train station, or when you asked me to text you that I got home safely? That you missed me and looked forward to visiting me or for me to return to London, even though I never heard from you again? — the tears were falling from her face, and I realized they were falling from mine too. — You know, I thought we had something good, that you felt the same way; but I got nothing, not even a chance to know what went wrong. And now you act either as we've never been apart or like we've never met, bringing me my favorite coffee, my favorite pastry, taking care of me after I get drunk on tequila. What am I supposed to do with this, Tim? What do you want from me?

I was speechless, feeling like I couldn’t move; hearing her say it all made everything seem more real. But when she saw I hadn’t answered anything, she started to walk away. In a burst of fear at seeing her go, I softly grabbed her hand, almost hoping, even willing, that she would slap me. I wanted her to hurt me as much as I hurt her; but she just looked at me confused, lost. So, I pulled her close and hugged her, trying to give her whatever comfort I could. I was sobbing nonstop. Trying to breathe, I whispered: — Please, don’t go Forgive me. I never meant to hurt you, Jamie. I was falling for you and it freaked me out. I did everything wrong, but I was crazy about you, I still am, and there is no one I want more than you. — I held her face with my shaking hands; I needed to look at her, show her that everything I was saying was true. I moved her face slightly so that she was looking into my eyes and I got lost in hers, running my fingers over her cheeks to wipe away her tears.

She didn't say anything, we were both confused; hurt; but our lips met so fast I don’t even know who started it. The kiss felt like over a year ago and the next almost two months, as if they'd never been apart. We knew the way to each other's lips; it was perfect, no one else but her could ever kiss me like that. Our tongues were dancing together in the hottest yet saddest melody; it was magic, she broke me and put me together at the same time. I tried to pour into this kiss all my love for her and all my regret for letting her go, my hands went to the back of her neck and she bit my lip, like she wanted to punish me; but I knew she felt the same, because I could feel everything.

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jellimac-sims-stories · 7 months

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Simfluencer

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Chapter 3

After I packed up my paintings, I convinced the organizer to let me leave them in the storage locker at the local coffee shop they work with to host the event every week; this way I didn't have to lug all of my unsold paintings up to Kinney's place. I quickly freshened up in the coffee shop bathroom and headed over to the apartment build that Kinney said he lived in. He buzzed me in, I found number nineteen and knocked on the door. I was greeted with the most unexpected delicious display of man. He stood casually draped in his doorway, his dark warm dark brown skin glistening still damp from his post-workout shower showing off his toned body. Towel over his shoulder, drying off his chiseled chest and everything. It all looked like an intro to a bad porno. There might as well have been cheesy sultry music playing when he opened the door.

"Hey Kooning’s woman. Come on in,” he barely moves aside and I almost have to squeeze my way past him. If I had thought how I was greeted at the door was distracting I wasn't ready for his apartment. I had barely walked in two feet before I had to stop in amazement. The thing about the Spice District was that it's not much to write home about. It can be kinda dingy but it's lively. There are lots of people around. Lots of different food stalls and events to attend. It's a great place to hang out but nothing to really wow you. I think this guy's apartment has all of the wow in this district. They need to make his apartment a major attraction because it's probably the best thing in the entire town. Maybe all of San Myshuno.

It’s studio apartment heaven. Exposed brick walls and metal support beams. Beautiful furniture. Top-of-the-line appliances. Almost half of the interior space was raised on a platform; I could make out his bedroom and what was probably the bathroom. As I walked further in I was again amazed by the floor to ceiling black trimmed windows on the far end of the apartment. One of them must be a hidden door because I can see an equally beautifully decorated balcony on the other side. The light filtered through sheer black curtains that were all throughout the apartment. Everything was rich, warm, and inviting. Everywhere was exquisite, lush greenery to offset the dark tones and made the whole place feel homey. His interior decorator must have had the time of their life decorating this place.

I was so enamored by the decor that I almost forgot why I had come up here. The artwork. He had a beautifully curated collection from what I could just begin to see. Granted it was a smaller art collection by most means but it was beautiful. As I looked around you could tell that this Kinney guy has spent a lot of time curating his collection to reflect not only his tastes in art but also his personal style.

I turned back towards him as he was just closing the front door. He’s about to ask me something but stops when he sees the shock on my face, “What?”

“Um, am I still in San Myshuno, or did I just walk through the portal to Sixam?” He laughed warmly as he walked into his bedroom area hopeful to put on a shirt. Something about the way that he laughs makes me feel...I’m not sure but I want to make him laugh more so I can keep feeling it. I continue to walk in further still in awe of the most perfect apartment I’ve ever seen, “I feel like I walked into a home decor magazine. You actually live here?”

“You don’t like it?” he asks as he gestures to the built-in bar as if to ask if I want anything to drink. I shake my head no but I watch as he takes out two glasses anyway. One he pours what looks like bourbon into and the other he fills with seltzer from an actual glass soda bottle with a pop-top. I should really stop feeling surprised by the depth of the levels of “fancy” in this apartment. He slides the glass with the water towards me and leans against the bar casually as he continues speaking, “What was your name again?”

“It's Eden. Eden Cowen. Kinney a first name?” I graciously take the glass and drink heartily. I'm not sure if it was the heat outside or the ridiculous hot man inside but I was suddenly very thirsty. He did put on a shirt but it was so tight that it might as well not be on at all. Taking my drink I turn my back towards him not only to find something less distracting to look at but to have a closer look at the art on this side of his apartment. The Kooning is on the wall in the far corner behind a treadmill that looks as if it's perfectly angled to see right out those floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side of the apartment...

Hmm, two are lovers in an unexpectedly all alone. Could it be time to break out the candles and make it romantic? Find out now and read the rest on my AO3

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waywardravenmedia · 2 years

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What has been happening with Wayward Raven Media in October?

October has been an adventure!

Wow, October has been a busy month for these rogue birds!

We had a very successful New York Comic Con (NYCC) where we launched Lux Prismatica, got to catch up with a ton of old friends and welcomed a new place on the show floor!

What else is new this October?

And then we went ahead and launched a Kickstarter campaign two weeks later! Clearly, we either love this stuff or are gluttons for punishment (hint: it is the first one).

As of writing, We Suck at Comics is:

80% funded

Was selected as a Project We Love by the Kickstarter Staff

Has over 100 backers

It has been such a successful October that we hated to see it leave! But depart it must. Fear not though, kind supporters for November holds much promise.

What about November?

Next month we will be at Rhode Island Comic Con from 11/4 -11/6. We have a spot on the convention show floor, booth 220. But what are we bringing with us to RICC? We’re glad you asked!

For starters, since our Kickstarter will still be going on until the 17th of the month, we will be offering on-the-spot rewards! Anyone who pledges at our booth will receive immediate gratification in the form of either comics or artwork!

If you’ve ever met us at a convention, you know that Mark always brings his super secret homebrews. This year he has something completely new - homemade hot sauce!

Mark made several varieties that he will give away for free with purchase.

They include:

Bourbon, brown sugar habanero

Raspberry habanero

Pineapple halepeno/fresno/pablano

Halepeno/pablano

One more thing…

And finally, we have added some new rewards to our ongoing KS campaign. We are humbled that so many of the limited Wayward Raven packages have been snatched up (currently only 8 left!) that we decided to add three new reward tiers. They include The Ascendant and Damn Heroes books.

Since we are so close to hitting goal, we will be announcing our stretch goals soon. Keep an eye out for more updates!

Thank you all so much for making this an amazing October! We truly appreciate you all and your contribution to making us successful!

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Atypical Gift Art

Art by: @cheapbourbon

Commissioned by: @sealpointselkie

I had a silly idea of Twist teaching Cash poker and then Cash getting table-flipping-ly upset with him.

Love your sweet, silly boys! ❤️🐡❤️🐉

But no rush on the next part! I enjoy what you do!

Aw!!! I’m screaming! Look at these boys! ^//^ Aw, you’re too sweet. Honestly, I just adore this more than words! I’m so sorry if this has been sitting in my inbox for a while—Tumblr mobile didn’t tell me it was there!

And I absolutely love this scenario too! I just might have to write a drabble for it.... Thank you again! This is way too sweet! ^//^

#you’re too sweet!#you did this twice!#i’m blushing and smiling and all flustered #thank you so much #awesome art #not my work #twist papyrus #sf papyrus #dragon twist #siren cash #bourbon’s amazing artwork #twistedmoney #i feel so special #submission

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Game Night Confession- Part 1

Summary: It’s Game Night at the Salvatore boarding house and after a few drinks and games they start the game 7 Minutes in Heaven. It’s not what you think, the bottle lands on Elena and Y/N.

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Word Count: 1,769

It’s Game Night at the Salvatore boarding house, the crew is there, including Rebekah. She had been on her best behavior lately so was ‘allowed’ to come but she in reality she crashed the party and no one had the energy to make her leave. Damon went down to the cellar and brought out one of his bourbon’s and started pouring it into glasses with ice. The night started off with Twister but the more you all drank, the more difficult it became and you all agreed to move onto the next game. Caroline pulled out Cards Against Humanity and finally the game ended when Stefan won with 6 black cards.

“I know what game to play next!” Rebekah squealed, “7 Minutes in Heaven!”

Damon groaned and tossed his head back to take a shot but it was obvious he was interested as well.

Elena spins first, with a hopeful look that it might land on Stefan. Unfortunately, the bottle landed on you.

“Ooh” Rebekah squirms in excitement.

You give a small huff. Elena shares the ‘Oh well.’ look with you as you both head to the closet.

Hollering back you say, “Remember the rules! No vamp hearing to listen in!”

A chorus of yes’ and agreement sound back. Shutting the heavy oak door with a thud, Elena turns and clicks the little light bulb on. You and Elena both stood awkwardly in silence for a moment.

Whispering, you ask Elena, “How about we play a different version of the game?”

“What would that be?” Elena tilted her head and squinted curiously.

“We both tell each other a deep and dark secret. We’ll be sworn to secrecy-”

“What happens in the closet, stays in the closet.” Elena finishes with a coy smile. “Alright, I’ll go first,” she takes a deep breath in, “I kissed Katherine.”

Your jaw drops open and you fail to come up with an immediate response resulting in an awkward silence.

Elena speaks fast and continues, “Well, I mean, actually I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me just so she could bite my lip and get some blood.”

“Bu- whu- uh-” You stuttter out.

“I couldn’t bring myself to tell Stefan, it would be too weird... OKAY! Your turn!”

“Um well, okaaay.” You shake your head in disbelief of what you had just heard. Letting out a shaky breath you feel butterflies in your stomach and a warm feeling that wasn’t there a moment ago. Its time someone knows anyway. “My deepest, darkest secret is that-” you pause to bite your lip,”I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Malachai Parker...” Your heart froze, looking into Elena’s eyes for a response.

“You are absolutely crazy!”

“Elena, remember you promised not to tell anyone.”

“Y/N, I promise I won’t tell anyone. But- really? Kai?!”

“I know, I know. It’s eating me up inside though. I don’t know what to do.”

“Tell him.” she stated.

“What and let everyone know I’m in love with Senor Psychopath?!” you started to raise your voice.

“Shhhh.” Elena hushed.

You sighed and then felt a cold wash over you. “Besides, he would never like me back.”

“Y/N.” Elena grabbed your shoulders and forced your eyes to meet hers. “Just tell him.”

“ONE MINUTE LADIES!” You could hear Damon snickering.

You shrug off Elena’s grip, “Guess we better make some noise.” You smiled half-heartedly.

“Yep.” Elena grinned, her eyes lighting up with mischief. “Ow! My hair!” she yelled and you stifled a laugh.

You hit your fist against the closet wall in response. “Oooooohhh.” you moan. Elena hits the wall but a little too hard and it sends the coat clothing rod falling. Laughter erupts from the both of you as you fall to the floor in a tangled mess. Stefan opens the closet door and you roll out giggling with messy hair.

“Enjoy your 7 Minutes in Heaven ladies?” Stefan cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

In the Living Room

The great oak door shut but the girls remained quiet. Getting bored, Damon poured himself another drink. Kai strutted into the living room, shaking himself like a wet dog after walking out in the rain.

“Really Kai? This is leather.” Caroline rolled her eyes.

“It’s seen worse Caroline, relax.” Damon scoffed.

“Mmmmm so what do you got to eat?” Kai makes his way to the kitchen rubbing his hands together. He pulls out a bag of pork rinds from under the sink. “Hope you weren’t going to eat these or anything.”

“Nooooo. Go ahead and eat whatever Kai.” Stefan glared.

“Alright then.” Kai plops himself down onto the couch by Rebekah. “So what game are you guys playing?”

“7 Minutes in Heaven.” Rebekah winked.

“Y/N and Elena are in there right now.” Bonnie stated with a chuckle.

“Now I gotta hear this.”

“Kai! No!” Caroline yelled. “There’s no vamp hearing in this game.”

“Well I’m not playing am I?” Kai grinned.

Caroline glared daggers at Kai and then looked to Stefan for help. “He’s got a point Care, he’s not playing so he can technically listen in.”

“You are unbelievable.” she rolled her eyes and fell backwards into the couch. Bonnie grinned, it was always amusing to see Caroline get worked up over the smaller things.

“What are they doing?” Damon asked lazily, “It’s too quiet.”

“They’re doing confessions.” Kai pursed his lips.

“Kai, you can’t tell us what they’re saying.”

“Bonnie is right.” Caroline nodded with raised eyebrows.

“I for one would love to know though Kai.” Damon patted Kai on the back. Kai delivered a devilish smile.

“Elena just confessed something juicy but it isn’t a surprise to me. Now for Y/N...” Kai froze. The color drained from his face upon hearing you say, “I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Malachai Parker.” He stood up fast and almost bolted out of the house. The front door slammed shut at his exit.

“Well he disappeared fast.” Rebekah raised her eyebrows and Damon shrugged, looking back down into his glass.

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The next day after classes, you met up with Elena at The Grill. The thud of a backpack makes you look up from your notebook.

“Hey!”

“Hey, how’s it going?” Elena smiled and sat down across from you.

“Oh, you know. It’s going. I’m so glad we could meet up for food and studying though. It was a great idea, thanks Elena.”

Elena clears her throat and sneaks a glance to the door. “No problem, Y/N. Anything to help a friend.”

“First though- *you giggled* we need to order drinks and food.”

Elena waved down the new blonde waitress so she could take your order. It didn’t take long for the both of you to decide on what to get. The Grill had the best strawberry lemonades and mozzarella sticks. The door gave it’s usual ding, and it drew your attention out of an age old habit. It was him. Malachai Parker, the most handsome and hot being on the face of the Earth. Your heart skipped a beat involuntarily and Elena didn’t miss it. She looked down into her drink quickly to hide the smirk that appeared on her face. She whirls the straw around in her strawberry lemonade, a drink both of you always got together. It was an all time favorite and the Grill served it the best.

“I- uh- yeah sorry. What were you saying? I lost focus for a second..”

She leaned forward to take a sip before starting. “You know, I’ll never understand how you could love Kai. BUT I will admit that he is a better person when he’s around you. He’s not as ‘psycho Kai’.”

“Elena,” you hissed, “You promised not to say anything to anyone.”

“And I’m not- I’m only talking about it to you. Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone about what happened in the closet.”

You sit back and cross your arms in the motion of fine. You nod your head and motion for her to continue.

“I can see it in you too, Y/N. How much you love him, how your heart races and your eyes light up. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before but- you and Kai would actually be really cute as a couple.”

Your heart leapt into your throat when Kai turned slightly to look around and caught your eye. He gave a little smile and wave. Damon turned to see who he was waving to and winked at Elena.

“Hey Damon! Kai! Want to join us?” Elena yelled and you groaned inwardly as the guys stood up to join you in the booth.

“How’s it going ladies?” Damon smiled cheesily.

“Good, me and Y/N were just talking about-”

“Homework.” you interrupted quickly, unsure if she was going to say something to reveal your secret. Elena gave you a smirk and took another sip of her drink. You looked down to see your half-gone lemonade while they talked about something random. It was so hard to focus when the amazing man you wanted to caress and love and hold tight was sitting merely six inches from you and it felt like he was getting closer? No- that’s not possible, just your imagination. Why do I feel so hot all of a sudden? You grabbed your left wrist under the table out of habit to make yourself stop squirming and try to focus. Kai cast his eyes to you every now and then , looking for your reaction to the funny jokes. He was acting like a normal friend. You could act like a normal friend- right?

“You know what, Damon and I actually have a thing to go do downtown-”

“We do?” Elena nudged him hard, “We were supposed to go see some new artwork and stuff. Come on, let’s go!”

As they slid out of the booth, Elena gave you a wink and a small wave to Kai.

“Sooooo um, hi.”

“Hey.” His smile was so enchanting it was hard to keep yourself focused on something other than his lips. He turned away from you and started digging into the mozzarella sticks and sauce. You always thought it was so cute and weird how Kai ate. He was something else entirely. You grinned to yourself and started to join him. There was a comfortable silence as you ate, when the sticks were gone he licked his fingers with a pop and you felt your stomach tighten at the sight. Looking down at his drink he muttered, “Irrevocably. That’s a big word.” Then continued to seduce the straw with his tongue until it entered his mouth. @1-800-khaleesii @rome5683 @tawaii

#kai parker fanfiction #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #kai parker

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sooibian · 4 years

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Twist of Fate

image credits: @/exoxoxoid (twitter)

Pairing: Criminal Psychologist Kyungsoo x Crime Reporter OC (Miss Jung) ft. Minseok, Jongin

Description: Much against your wishes, you are back in your hometown to write about the murders of two young women - your only ticket out is the criminal psychologist who has been assisting Superintendent Kim Minseok with offender profiling.

Inspired by: Sharp Objects, The Fall and this moodboard by @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt

Tags/Warnings: Serial killer AU - angst, grief, loss, murders, descriptions of anxiety, reactive and attentive immobility, asphyxiation, indicative of humiliation, explicit and graphic situations. Please do not read onward if any of this triggers or upsets you!!!!

Word count: +3.7k

A/N: ...i need to stop watching crime dramas.

@leewalberg @his-mochi-cheeks @changshapatrol

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When you left Cheongsong, you’d left for good. Or so you’d thought.

Ten years later what brought you back was not your family, for you had none left, but the murders of two young women that had left the quaint little town, surrounded by hills artistically contoured by apple orchards, shaken and distraught.

Everyone knew each other in Cheongsong which should have made Superintendent Kim Minseok’s job easier, but he was caught in an ugly snare of emotions which seemed to have clouded his critical thinking faculties. These were people he knew closely, people he’d grown up with. For him, pointing fingers at any of them meant carving permanent cracks in relationships that were stronger than most familial ties.

“Off the record, then”, you shoved your scratchpad back into your purse, turned off the recorder with a click and looked at Minseok square in the eyes, only to find the amiable, portly, catlike footballer you went to school with hidden in their farthest, darkest depths - reduced to a mere whimsy. The memories of the man who sat before you, now seemed abysmally distorted by the colossal burden of the unknown.

“It never is.” He chuckled darkly, took a measured sip of his bourbon and rolled it around his tongue before swallowing. “Never thought I’d see you here again.”

“That makes two of us. Write about killings in your hometown...it makes an impact because it’s personal, my boss says. We’re to...exploit the fact that nobody substantial is covering this.” You recited, eyes trained on the sliver of grime on the coaster.

Minseok clicked his tongue in disapproval and enquired, “Where have you been staying?”

“A guest house by the Country Club.”

“So, not the Mansion”, he remarked callously.

Wounds that had barely healed came undone at the mention of your family home. Your throat tightened and you felt as if you had been shanked with a broken bottle in the stomach. The ill fated house reeked of misfortune, grief and loss. Its inhabitants had fallen one by one like lined up dominoes. This curse had forced you out to start a new life in Seoul.

“It’s still quite well kept, you know.” Minseok stated matter-of-factly.

Taking a deep swig of your bourbon, you explained earnestly as the burn of the liquid blazed down your throat, “Minseok, I want nothing more than to get out of here. So, please, give me something. A nugget.”

“I don’t want to be quoted on this. Or misquoted. This is all new to me as well. Two bodies in three months? Can you imagine?” Overcome with emotion, he ran a hand through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut.

You put a comforting hand on his and offered in a voice laced with empathy, “Listen, from where I stand, all you need is a new line of inquiry and linking these two murders would give you one. I’ve seen the pictures.”

You swiped through images of two dark haired women on your phone - Park Soojin and Seo Jinri. Both of them were in their late twenties. They lay in their own beds as if soundly asleep, modesty protected only by sheer white blankets, crimson tinted lips parted ever so slightly, freshly painted nails shining in dim lighting. And roses. There were a couple of red roses placed by their side as if in condolence. The blood curdling strangulation marks around their necks made them look like dreadfully divine paintings.

“They could be sisters”, you observed with moist eyes, voice hushed to a whisper.

Contemplating on the images with pursed lips, Minseok responded with a tight nod and waved a 50,000 bill in the waitress’ general direction.

“Where’d you find these?” He asked in a threateningly calm voice, averting his eyes from your apparently disagreeable gaze.

“You know that’s confidential”, you replied, half-shrugging, nonchalant.

“I’ll drop you home”, he muttered, and shoved his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans.

With a defeated sigh you grabbed your purse and phone and proceeded to follow Minseok out of the only bar in Cheongsong, “No, it’s fine. I could use a walk.”

Suddenly, he turned around, searched your eyes for a fleeting second before admitting begrudgingly, “Kim Jongin. He’s the prime suspect in the first case. The murder of Park Soojin.”

Your legs froze. “What?! Why?”

You knew Kim Jongin, like you knew everyone else in this town. His family owned one of the biggest apple orchards in Cheongsong but Kim Jongin never manifested that in his behaviour. He was known to be friendly, kind, sensitive. Almost too sensitive some would say.

“That’s it. That’s your nugget. Here.” He handed you a business card bearing the name ‘Dr. Doh Kyungsoo’. “He’s been informally assisting with offender profiling. He’ll talk to you. Seems like he’ll talk to anyone, really. Now get in the car, it’s freezing out here.”

“Dr. Doh, thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

Dr. Doh Kyungsoo’s home office was a detached unit with a separate entrance, distanced from his main residence. It was exactly the way you’d imagined a psychologist’s office to be - light coloured walls, comfortable chairs, soft pillows, insipid artwork. Neat and clean, fostering a sense of comfort for visitors.

The Doh family had moved into Cheongsong shortly after you’d left for Seoul. Coming from old money in search of some peace and quiet, they invested in agricultural distribution, Cheongyang Pepper farms and assumed one of the more significant estates to live in while their only son, Doh Kyungsoo, was sent abroad to pursue higher education.

“Please, call me Kyungsoo.” He took your hand in his, gave it a good, firm shake and gestured you to take the chair opposite his.

“I think ‘Dr. Doh’ should be fine”, you stated plainly and he acknowledged with a curt nod.

“What brings you here?” Asked Kyungsoo, holding your gaze, hands folded in his lap as he leaned back into his chair with a soft sigh.

Grimacing, you waved your recorder at him, “They say you’re my ticket out of this godforsaken place.”

Minseok had helped you set up the meeting so you thought it proper to waive cumbersome introductions and niceties and Kyungsoo seemed very much in sync with your line of thought.

He smiled, “I’m merely a bystander, Miss Jung, with slightly more informed opinions, maybe.”

“Informed opinions are what I’m here for, Dr. Doh.” You smiled back, “Superintendent Kim Minseok doesn’t seem to like you very much.”

“He’s a man shackled by bureaucracy and I’m a constant reminder of his team’s staggering incompetence, If I were him, I wouldn’t like me very much either.”

“Do you think there’s a link between the two murders?”

He nods. “I’m fairly certain there is.”

“But the police won’t look into it? Why is that?”

“Nobody likes a serial, Miss Jung. Besides, there’s no way the team could cope with the increased workload of linked inquiries. There are over a hundred statements, documents, officers’ reports waiting to be read and actioned. And the case of Park Soojin is a peculiar one.”

“Kim Jongin’s girlfriend? How so?”

“She was the ex-wife of a member of the parliament. This case does absolutely no favours to his image so he needs it solved immediately.”

The word solved was treated to air quotes.

“So, they’ve ruled him out as a suspect?”

“His alibi checks out. They suspect Kim Jongin.”

“Why? Just because Kim Jongin fled immediately after her body was found? How did the police react to that?”

“Because Jongin fled, his brother was asked to provide DNA which turned out to be a familial match to the DNA gathered at the crime scene. But that does not necessarily mean it’s the killer’s DNA. Miss Park was in a relationship with him. There’s no surprise his semen was found in her esophagus.”

“Do you rule him out as a suspect then?”

“I prefer to reserve my comment.”

“Why do you think he fled?”

“Grief drives us to do irrational things, Miss Jung. Maybe he just needed a breather from everything that was going on here. Can’t say for sure.”

“You’re certain the perpetrator is male?”

“Yes, I am. The perpetrator is male and an athletic one at that. Probably in his late twenties or early thirties. While the strangulation marks may be different, the pathologists reports suggest petechial haemorrhage in both cases which means he strangled and released and then strangled again, over and over. He’s either a sadist, or his hand lacks strength. You try it, grab my wrist.”

He extended his arm towards you and you politely declined. So he wrapped his right hand over his left wrist and held firmly for a few moments.

“Forty seconds. It’s amazing how quickly the hand tires!” He exclaimed as if awestruck. It was the maximum emotion the inscrutable Dr. Doh had displayed during the course of this interview.

“Victims of strangulation are known to make a mess of themselves. They defecate and / or urinate..”

“That is correct. The bodies were both found posed and clean. Which means he spent hours after, washing them and cleaning the sheets, even. There could be a religious angle to this. Washing away their sins...maybe his own, considering he probably gets into the bath with them.”

He pushed a cup of long gone cold tea towards you, but you shook your head. As a crime reporter, you thought you’d seen it all but the possibility of this being the work of a serial killer was a first for you. Also the fact that it was happening in the place you grew up in was starting to gnaw at you a little more aggressively than you’d liked.

“I’m not going to lie, Dr. Doh, this gives me pause for concern. Do you think there is a sexual angle to these killings? As far as I know, the victims have shown no signs of any such abuse.”

Kyungsoo sipped on his tea and worried at his lower lip briefly before responding. “I believe he’s the kind to take pictures, momentos from the scene. They sustain him between killings.”

“And the roses? There were..”

“Three next to Park Soojin’s corpse and two next to Seo Jinri’s.”

“Does it indicate -”

“- a countdown? Perhaps.” He studied your face intently and offered you tea again. This time you complied and then proceeded with the interview.

“There was no sign of forced entry in either cases. The police think the perpetrator was known to the victims.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. You see, Miss Jung, the problem is that these cases were treated as self solvers from the get go and that’s where it all went wrong.”

His smile at the end of that sentence was one of finality, somehow indicative that you’d overstayed your welcome. To be able to milk him for all he was worth, you were going to let him loose for the time being.

Clicking your recorder off, you tilted your head to the side, smiled politely, “Well, thank you for your time, Dr. Doh.”

“It’s been a pleasure.”

While he was walking you to the front door, you couldn’t help but ask, “Dr. Doh, if I may, were the victims known to each other? Were they friends? Acquaintances?”

“That’s for the police to investigate. They were both in their late twenties, highly qualified - one was a solicitor the other a botanist, both tan with double eyelids, a little over 5 feet”, He took a step closer to you, instinctively you took an uncomfortable step back but found yourself trapped between him and the front door. His burgundy turtleneck smelt like warm, sweet gingerbread mixed with the contrastive redolence of something woody. He put his hand on the clip that held your hair in a bun, an elusive smile dancing on his lips as he allowed your hair to freely ripple down to your waist. “...and they both had dark, waist length hair”, he whispered into your ear, sending a frisson of fear down your spine.

You looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights as he slowly retracted. Eyes locked with yours and face contorted in a fierce frown, he concluded grimly, “You fit his profile.”

Unable to sleep well that night, you went for an early morning run the next day and took a detour to Minseok’s residence. After discussing your findings with him, he offered you a close protection officer who’d moonlight to provide you security just until they’d made an arrest. Which meant you’d have one uniformed officer standing guard outside your guest house all day. You knew that they wouldn’t have done this for you if your family name wasn’t Jung.

“Kim Jongin’s back in town.” Relief seemed to have smoothened the lines on Minseok’s forehead and there was a boost of confidence in his voice when he broke the news to you.

“Are you planning to take him in?” you asked, sipping on coffee in Minseok’s kitchen while he made you some eggs.

He looked victorious and his brows shot up to his hairline as he explained animatedly, “We have enough evidence to put him on trial. I’ll get the warrant in two days.”

“Hand to your heart, do you think he did it?”

“Yah, I’d never be able to make an arrest like that. If you promise not to quote me, I will say that -”

He peered at you questioningly and you eased him with a reassuring nod, “Go on.”

“This looks like the work of an outsider.”

Later that evening, you found Jongin seated alone at a table in the bar. Beaten, as if overcome with exhaustion he was crouched over a glass of scotch, a silent tear sliding down his cheek. You sat next to him and ordered him another drink.

“I killed her.” He stated simply, eyes trained on the empty glass in front of him. To see a man whose taste buds didn’t even agree with coffee back in the day downing hard liquor effortlessly, broke your heart.

“What?” you enquired, sparing no effort to lay the edge off of your voice.

“That evening, we’d had a huge argument. She- she’d been wanting to move out of here for the longest time and I never agreed. It was as if she knew!” Burying his face in his hands, he broke into full blown sobs. It was a while before he composed himself and spoke again, “Here, you have your story. Following a trivial spat, a small town chaebol kills his girlfriend.”

Shaking your head furiously in disagreement, you held him tightly by his shoulders, “This is your chance, Jongin. Speak your truth. Tell them that you didn’t do it. They’ll need to hear it from you!”

Jongin looked you in the eyes, his own brimming with tears, “I was twelve when my puppy died and I couldn’t seem to get over it. My mother gave me this book which said the only way men can get over grief is by showing indifference, I tried that with Soojin.”

Brows furrowed, you asked, “And?”

“It worked for an hour.” He chuckled darkly, “I loved her and I always will. At this point I just don’t care. I should’ve listened to her. Maybe I even deserve this. I see the way people look at me, I- I feel written off, ostracized. A goddamn parliamentarian wants me in. My truth won’t survive their might.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you started to talk him out of potential suicide, “Jongin -”

But he raised his forefinger to silence you. Trembling, he asked, “I just find myself wondering, can you die from a broken heart?”

Kim Jongin had turned himself in.

Acquiescent to the slow wheels of justice, moderately satisfied with the first draft of your article, and concerned about your safety, your boss agreed to call you back to the Seoul office, at least until there were further developments in the case.

During the course of your stay in Cheongsong, you drove past the little street leading up to the Mansion several times but not once did you glance in its direction. Before your flight the next morning, you decided to pay the house a little visit to say a final goodbye. The first snow had laid a fleecy white blanket on the ceramic roof that gleamed from the light of the astral light of the night sky. You were flooded with memories of chasing butterflies in spring, climbing the only mango tree in town which still stood proud in your backyard, the stories of monsters and ghosts your parents would read to you in the blanket forts you’d build together… blissfully unaware that in a not so far future this was all your life would entail - monsters and ghosts.

The great oakwood front door turned on its hinges and a familiar aroma of caramel apple hotteok invited you in. They say every house has a peculiar smell and yours smelt of caramel apple hotteok, even after all this time. Your lips curled upward at the strangeness of your sentiments. The demons you tried so hard to escape all your life seemed like bad dreams and what was left of this place within you was just the good. The pure, unadulterated joy that was once your childhood.

You proceeded to the kitchen to fetch yourself a cup of hot water, and that’s when you heard a knock on the front door. You ignored it at first thinking it was just the wind but the knock came again. Louder, this time. You left the kitchen to answer the door.

“Dr. Doh!” you exclaimed, utterly surprised to see him here at this hour.

“Miss Jung”, he smiled sheepishly, “I went by the guest house but the guard said you were at the Mansion. I just wanted to say goodbye, I’m leaving for Gyeonggi in the a.m.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Uh - I’m sorry, please, come in.”

He followed you to the kitchen and said apologetically, “I hope I’m not imposing.”

“No, not at all! Never quite realised just how massive this house actually is - It was starting to eat me up. Gyeonggi, you say?”

“Oh, it’s a cursed life as an independent consultant, Miss Jung. I’m mostly living out of a suitcase..”

“I wish I could say differently. So your presence here was requested by Minseok’s team?” You asked as he took a seat at the kitchen table.

“No, I arrived just about a month before the first murder. My parents passed in a car crash three years ago. So I decided to sell the estate and the pepper farms.” He explained, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

“Would you like some tea? I brought some tea bags with me. I don’t know which tea it is, though.” You offered, mindlessly pouring hot water into two cups.

“Sure” , he nodded.

“So did you?”

“What?”

“Manage to sell everything? And I’m sorry - uh about your parents.”

You didn’t feel sorry. What you felt was an inexplicable weight in your chest rendering you breathless. Your heart started pounding erratically and your mind clouded over with a sense of impending doom as you went about the mundane task of making tea.

“You seem a little out of it, Miss Jung. Is something bothering you?” He got off his chair and guided you to yours as your legs threatened to give away.

You sipped on some warm tea to steady yourself and said to Kyungsoo, “Oh, no it’s … It’s just this house. Maybe you were right, Dr. Doh. This isn’t a good time. I’m sorry but I might have to ask you to leave.”

Kyungsoo didn’t react. At all. He stood still, eyes fixed on your trembling frame.

“Park Soojin wasn’t his first kill”, he whispered.

“What?” you asked feebly, still trying to get a hold of yourself.

Kyungsoo sauntered over to the kitchen counter and brought you a glass of water. “Pay attention, Miss Jung. Park Soojin wasn’t his first kill. He was sloppy with the first one and it was only by a stroke of luck that he managed to get away. So he planned better with Soojin. Got even better with Jinri.”

Startled, you looked him in the eyes and he gave you a smile that raised goosebumps on your skin.

Unperturbed Kyungsoo continued, pacing leisurely in the kitchen, a spine-chilling hint of exhilaration in his voice. “His criminal sophistication indicates that he understands criminology and knows police work. Unfortunately, Miss Jung,”, his voice dropped and you suddenly felt shackled to your seat. Squirming, but unable to make any big movement like reaching out for something that was heavy or sharp or both, “The tragedy is that he’s always believed he’s inferior to these women. But -”

Kyungsoo levelled his face with yours and grinned with a glimmer of victory in his eyes, “for every tragedy, there is a happy ending.”

It took all you could muster to hold it together and dash for your purse to retrieve your cell phone. But you didn’t find it in there.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” asked Kyungsoo, teasing as he pulled your phone from the inside pocket of his overcoat and handed it to you.

You tried to turn it on to no avail. Voice as steady as could be, you said to him, “Please, please just leave!”

He took two easy steps towards you and you found yourself encased between his body and the wall. “Well then you shouldn’t have let me in! Tell me something, how could the close protection officer have given me your whereabouts if you dismissed him immediately after Jongin’s arrest? Haven’t you learnt since you were a little girl - always keep your guard up. Think before you speak. Did you think you were invincible?”

He took your hand in his and guided you back to the kitchen table. Eyes brimming tears, body trembling, and mind overcome with dread you followed him as if he were the pied piper. The familiar scent of gingerbread wafted up your nostrils making you nauseous.

As soon as you took a seat at the table, he put on his gloves, and lay a bottle of red nail polish and a red rose before you.

“Just think about how you can be with them again, Miss Jung. And don’t worry...I’ll be gentle.”

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A/N: YES! you’re absolutely right! i just wanted to write turtleneck murderer Soo -_-

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pynkhues · 3 years

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Hey! I’m new to the good girls fandoms - are there active blogs you recommend to follow for analysis, gifs, artwork, fic, etc? 😁

Hey! Welcome to the fandom, anon! We’re super lucky to have a pretty great mix of people who are super active, particularly given it’s a pretty small fandom! In terms of specific Good Girls content blogs, I’d definitely recommend @nbcgoodgirlsdaily and @goodgirlsficrecs which are both terrific blogs with a particular focus on sharing gifs, fanart and fanfics respectively!

As for the rest, I’ve included as many as I can, but I’m sure I’ve missed people! I have holiday season brain apparently, haha, and my memory isn’t great at the moment. Also please keep in mind that this will ultimately be pretty subjective, and there’ll always be more people out there, and others will have different preferences. In that sense, I’d encourage you to have a look through the tags to find the people and blogs that speak to you!

But yes! Some to get you started ;-)

Analysis

@foxmagpie is one of my absolute faves! She does excellent analysis, on top of writing wonderful fics and initiating terrific fandom engagement points like her surveys and GG Appreciation Week! She’s the best and I love her!

@medievaldarling is also wonderful! She’s less active during the breaks, but is usually back for the seasons, so is defs one to keep an eye out for when s4 starts! Also writes fab fic!

Gifs

@bethrio is a genuine delight and has goooorgeous gifsets and the sweetest fics!

@bathroombreaks not only runs @nbcgoodgirlsdaily but creates amazing gifsets, fics and digital art!

@riosnosestud hilarious and wonderful delight, Ruby stan so gets bonus points, plus makes a lot of really terrific gifsets, including lots featuring sometimes overlooked characters.

@bensonstablers! I’m forever the Lady Gaga Flawless gifset when she posts, haha. Her gifsets are magic, as are her fics!

@elixir448 has been making lovely ones lately too with A+ quote and lyric selection!

@gild-and-fire! More amazing quote and lyric selections atop lovely, lovely gifsets!

@fondful has been making *chef kiss* sets lately too! Also! Amazing fic!

Artwork

We’re so blessed to have so many tremendous, active artists in this fandom like @bethsuglywigs and @dancingsynapses (both of whom write great fic too!) Conveniently, I actually made a fanart masterpost here a while ago, so I recommend checking that out!

Fanfic

Speaking of blessings, we have so many great writers in this fandom too, many of whom are right here on tumblr! I’ve mentioned a lot of them above already, but also:

@mego42! A fave! Her writing crackles and her blog is hilarious, so I forever recommend, haha.

@sothischickshe! Also a fave! Writes wonderfully and also shares a lot of fanworks from other people so is a great way to stay looped into things.

@nakedmonkey writes super good back and forth banter and has a great sense of characterisation!

@septiembur! Terrific writing with similarly great back and forth and characterisation. Also wooonderful at writing growing intimacy.

@riosnecktattoo delightful stories and delightful (also vaguely traumatising, hahaha) manips! Also! Wonderful gifs!

@missmaxime! Super fun fics with great, unique premises!

On top of all the people listed above, other writers on tumblr include: @lilliloves / @nickmillerscaulk / @hypermania / @wakeupflawless / @storiestoldbyjazz / @xstrawmari / @nottonyharrison / @ejunkiet / @itsbriology / @delicatelingon / @entwinedloop / @joeyjoeylee / @lunafeather / @lanafannabanana / @niham87 / @veronicamarz / @m00dyfern / @mrslackles / @inyoursheets / @sdktrs12 / @blainesebastian / @fairhairedkings / @medievalraven / @00gangfriend00 / @bourbonandpearls / @bourbon-ontherocks / @riveramour!

That’s everyone I can think of right now, but I’ve missed anyone, people should please feel free to add!

Hope this helps you get started, anon :-)

Edit: editing because I just saw they liked this post, and have to immediately add @magneticflower for their INCREDIBLE text posts and memes, some of which I have bookmarked because they make me laugh so much! I love them!

#fandom #welcome to my ama #Anonymous

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thetorturerwrites · 4 years

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Lamb: Ch 5 - With Firm Faith

***This amazing artwork was gifted to me by @elmidol. Please do not re-use or re-post it without permission from them and/or myself. Don’t be a dickbag.

Previous Chapter

Summary: It was three steps. Three steps and a world away.

A hundred questions rose in your throat. Did he speak to them? What did he say? Could they see him? Would you be comforted if that version of The Ren was the last thing you saw? What did the team moving behind and around him actually do? What happened to these people after they died?

A/N: Y’all aren’t new. This is adult content. Potentially triggering. Tread carefully.

Word Count: 2.7k

"Hail Leia, full of grace and blessed among women," you grimaced through the prayer, twisting in the sheets, all composure lost.

After the row at the Demarcation, and the nights after, he took you to his bed.

He no longer chased you down in the hallways for his kisses. He saved them. Every day, he scooped you up from wherever you were in the keep, herded you into his bed, and plied you with hungry kisses until you squirmed with senseless desire.

He didn’t immediately leave, either. After that bourbon butterscotch flavor rolled over your tongue, he would capture your gaze, mesmerizing you with the way his irises never quite picked a single hue. Like this, every time, he spun you into spellbound sleep.

Sometimes, he stayed with you. You would wake up groggy and entangled in his sculpted limbs. He told you it was because your nightmares drove you to somnolent sobbing, the sounds of which echoed annoyingly.

You remembered them all. Dreams of your family, their deaths, your journey here, and its purpose.

Any moment you had his attention, you tried to ask about the bargain you’d struck, but he would brush the words away from your lips, rubbing at them absently. In exchange, he would answer another question.

Sort of.

You learned that there truly had been countless others to sacrifice themselves for his favors, and you were right about the altar being stained with blood over time, but he wouldn’t tell you how many he’d actually granted. He confirmed that he tracked the passage of time, but his answer confused you. Nothing here was linear, he said. He simply liked the sound of the clock moving ever forward.

Last night, you asked how many he’d brought back here, kept as a pet, but his eyes darkened with irritation. Then, because foolish was your genetic code, you asked what made you not ready to make good on your end of the deal. On the heels of your stupid curiosity, you’d slept alone.

Besides waking up disoriented next to a deity, he kept you in a constant state of arousal. With kisses that would melt marble, nips to your earlobe that raised goosebumps, and the barest brush of knuckles against your flushing skin. He was relentless, ensuring that it was, in fact, only a matter of time before you begged him to fuck you.

It was this sweaty, weighty, vulgar need that sent your hands roaming, mapping the curves and valleys of your body. You pressed your face into his pillow to inhale the sickly sweet aroma that lingered. You groaned and twisted, feeling light-headed and too full of raw energy for your limbs.

Try as you might to endure his delicious torture chastely, you could only handle so much before the screaming in your cunt demanded you take action.

Digging your fingernails in roughly, you scratched angry red tracks into your inner thighs and the outer, meaty labia in an attempt to subvert the craving, but it only loosed a shudder that lifted your shoulders off the bed.

It would be fine, you coached yourself. He was never here. Just a bit, just a touch would be fine.

Letting your knees fall apart wide, you surged into a painful arch as your fingers connected with your long neglected clit. You skipped everything else; there was no need for foreplay or build up. You hit that wet hot target and worked it desperately, hurriedly.

“Is this what you do when I’m not here?”

You shrieked as his voice broke through the commotion in your brain. You rolled away to hide what you were doing, burning with shame and bristling with unsatisfied lust, but he caught your ankle and pulled you down the bed. Your shirt, his that you’d been wearing since he caught you in it, hitched up around your ribs, baring the evidence of your hunger.

He crawled onto the bed’s corner, inching nearer, and you couldn’t make yourself breathe.

He skimmed your inner thighs, tickling through the stickiness, and tutted at what he found there. Easing down to lie beside you, he turned your face to his and pressed his now tart fingers to your mouth.

“Harlot.”

It was a low rumble, nearly a purr; and in response, your pussy clenched hard around nothing. Dipping his head down slightly, he caught your gaze and held it, the entrancing array of changing color and depth beckoning you in.

You couldn’t have looked away for anything in the Galaxy. It was murky and hypnotic. And when he slipped his fingertips past your lips, you were gone.

“Look at you,” he said, peering into your very soul. “I quite like you like this. Mindless, panting, begging to be filled.”

Slipping wide fingers beneath your jagged collar, he held you to the bed, a physical counterpart to his mental bondage. His free hand wandered, squeezing your breasts, barely grazing through your dewy sex. Emptying you of everything but this all-encompassing yearning.

“Concentrate, little lamb.” He nipped at your lower lip to draw your fluttering eyelids back open and your eyes to focus upon him. “What shall I say to bring you back here? Hm?”

Your insides pooled to lava, painting your thighs and perfuming the air. Your lips wobbled, the feeling building and threatening to tip you over. You were little more than insatiable, feral need made human; and from somewhere, your gray matter produced only supplication.

“...please.”

Please put your hands, your mouth, your dick in me, on me, somewhere, anywhere. Please let me cum for you. Please please please please.

His lips tugged up into a smirk. His eyes flashed with a devilish spark. He leaned down to line his mouth up with the lobe of your ear, his cool breath eliciting a delectable shiver. He was ice to your fire, and you wanted nothing more than to die of hypothermia.

“All right, girl.” His fingers lazily pet your pussy, just a hint of pressure. “I’ll say it. I’ll say please; and when I do, you’ll feel exactly this way — swollen with want, throbbing and feverish, your cunt aching to be stretched and used.”

Absent his narcotic stare, your eyes slammed tight shut on an obscene moan. Sluggishly, your mind worked its way around to functioning, and you clutched at his sleeves with all your might. The thinking part of your brain knew this was manipulation, that he was conditioning you to behave the way he wanted.

The rest of you couldn't care less.

Nearly there, you dug your toes into the soft covers and tipped your hips in just that right way. If he stayed right there for another moment… If you could just hang onto the way you were feeling right now…

As though he could hear the pitiful pleas inside your mind, he pushed his thumb into your mouth to smear that candied drug across your tongue, and your brain exploded. Your body bowed painfully as electricity sizzled up your spine and into your cranium. It was so tight and so sudden of an orgasm you left your body on a sharp cry.

You felt unstable, combustible, and you could do nothing but writhe and shout as the satisfied seizure rolled through you. He spoke through it all, his voice raspy and barely controlled, but whatever he said was lost, each word a victim of the inferno.

At the other side, where you were wrung dry and buzzing from head to toe, guilty tears stung your eyes.

You shouldn’t feel this good. You shouldn’t feel good at all until your purpose here was fulfilled. The purpose he kept you from. And the reward he withheld. Sniffling, you pushed at his shoulder and tried to wiggle from beneath his hands.

Whatever sort of intimate moment this was passed quickly, and the man who’d coaxed you to the sort of orgasm you’d never had before shifted into stoic silence. His features hardened, and his eyes grew cold. Grasping your upper arm, he slid from the bed with you in tow.

You didn't understand what you’d done; but finally, you knew better than to speak.

You jogged next to him, trying in vain to not dawdle, but his legs were so ridiculously long that you struggled to keep up. The dismal, narrow hallway opened up into an immense room so breathtaking you stalled. The walls stretched up forever and disappeared into a sparkling night sky. Sconces twinkled about the room, firelight dancing inside demure, perfectly spherical glass bulbs. You stared at the oddity of it so long you crashed directly into your captor, who had stopped to open a chest at the foot of what you decided was the largest throne you’d ever see.

Too intrigued to let it go, you tugged yourself free so you could investigate the lights. You stood on your toes, trying to get a better look. On a gasp, it registered for you just as he spoke your name.

Stars. The sconces held stars.

You marveled at how, daily, you found something to remind you that you were in The Ren’s clutches. He didn’t just create flowers; he made luscious killers. It wasn’t just a bath; it was magic water. They weren’t just lights; it was trapped starlight.

That cosmic snap cracked to draw your attention, punctuating the vast difference between you as a human and him as decidedly not.

Once you were within his grasp, he stole your shirt in seconds and tossed it over his shoulder as a cadre of men walked into the room. You covered your breasts and squeezed your thighs together, shooting him an angry stare, but he only slapped your hands away and wrapped something long, flowing, and midnight blue around you.

“As much as I enjoyed you in my shirt, lamb, it’s time for something different.”

It resembled a cloak, but with sleeves and a hood, and the flowing bottom portion barely covered you. All he had to do was move one fold aside, and you would be on lewd display. He buttoned the thing around you, tucking the sides in about your breasts, lingering to skim a knuckle over one until it tightened for him.

You didn’t know if you should say thank you. Everything he did was for himself, for his pleasure; so, you didn’t think this was a gift just for you. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you watched him for any hint as to what you should do next.

In the very center of the room was a massive, free-standing obsidian wall, toward which you were hastily led. Bewildered, you frowned at the dull shine of the thing, at the subtle ripple radiating out from the center, at the way you could almost hear voices the closer you got.

What came next, though, set you to anxiously fidgeting.

The Ren stood to one side, and the unit of men who’d appeared from nowhere took up flank. You faced that wall, trapped by the wraiths hulking between you and what you now considered safety. Stealing your focus, the god to your left tipped your face up and searched it for what felt like an agonizingly long time. Etched into his beautiful features was uncertainty, doubt, but what was he looking for? What was he deciding?

“Close your eyes.”

His tone was gentler than you expected, and his fingers didn’t gouge into your skin the way they had when he was angry. With his heavy arm about your shoulder, he tucked you in tight against his body.

It was three steps. Three steps and a world away.

When his hold loosened, you lifted your head and peered out from beneath his shroud. You stood onto your toes and looked over his shoulder, piecing it all together. What you thought was a wall was more like a window, a portal to anywhere, it seemed. On that side was the keep you knew, the familiar corridors and rooms you’d started to figure out.

On this side was a whistling, wicked wind, prophetic gray clouds, and a raging battle. The Ren, too, had transformed. He towered above you, a looming destiny. The cozy shroud you just enjoyed came alive, whipping and billowing around its Master. Worse, a terrible black helmet and mask hid his face. The visor was an onyx void, not reflecting even the smallest shard of light.

This was The Ren you expected that first day.

Subconsciously, you took a step away, but a hard glove latched onto your biceps, and the hammer of your heartbeat intensified.

“Stay here.” The voice that came from inside the helmet was crisp, almost hollow, and you shied away from it. “You touch nothing. You speak to no one. You stay here.”

Dumbstruck, you nodded, ready to prove that you could be more than an idiot girl. They left you at the top of a knoll in the very center of a haunted, stormy sky. Mere steps away, The Ren’s red death saber blazed into existence.

The weight of what you saw dropped you to the ground. The stories were true. He was a ghastly specter, and he reaped in a carmine haze.

The vastness of the universe shrank to this hill, this battlefield. It was all you could process. Gunshots rang out. Blaster fire shot sparks high into the air. Muffled shouts and curses mingled with wailing, with horror and hurt. The boom of a bomb in the distance infused your very marrow with terror, even if you weren’t sure you could die here.

Swallowing down your fear, you tracked the only thing you knew.

Through the fray, The Ren’s path was measured, purposeful. He whirled from fighter to fighter, spinning agilely to miss those who weren't ready for him, but it wasn’t clear if he ever spoke. Each time he paused, still as stone, interminable seconds would pass; and then, they would fall, lifeless.

A warbled sound interrupted your fascination, and you hunted for its origin. Your breath caught at the sight of a young man at the bottom of your hill. Attempting to crawl away from the battle, he hiccuped and sobbed on each painful inch gained.

In a flash, you succumbed to stupid and threw yourself down the hill. Scrambling near to him, you cursed this day, these people because he was just a boy, barely old enough to hold a weapon. There was no way to know if he had been sold to war or was trying to defend his home; but either way, he was too young to be here.

Conscious of at least some of your instructions, you didn’t touch him, but doing nothing to relieve this boy’s suffering was out of the question. His distressed howls cracked apart your heart.

You knew that pain.

Lips trembling, you lay down beside him and pressed your face to the grass near his wounded head. You had no idea if he could see or hear you, but you had to try; and at the first sound of your voice, his panic lessened. He bit down on his lip to keep from crying, listening intently, and you strove to make your voice as kind and warm as your Nona’s always was.

We believe in the Balance, Grandfather Sky Walker, and the makers of heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible.

We believe in our Fathers, the rightful heirs of the Galaxy, born before all others and all ages.

We believe they made the Balance for our salvation. For our sake, the Fathers hold creation and death in their hands, and we believe them to be just, steadfast, and eternal.

We believe in one true way and the promise of peace in the Balance. We strive to live it, day by day, that we will be fairly judged at the hour of our death.

With firm faith, we make this proclamation and pray it reaches the ears of our Fathers, for theirs is the way, the life, and the Balance.

At the end of your litany, your young warrior was calm. His fingers loosely held his chest, splayed over his heart. He had joined you in prayer; and though you weren’t certain he could see you, he was looking directly at you with such gratitude, such grace and love.

It was a long moment before you realized the boy’s wasn’t the only gaze on you.

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SPN Reclist: Mundane AUs I say I like h/c, horror, action, and mystery in my giant ficrecs catalogue. These stories don’t really have those things and yet I still loved them 😂🤗❤️ ✧ My fic recs are updated regularly on DW and quarterly on Tumblr. Link to the possibly updated reclist on DW here ✧ My entire catalogue of fic recs on tumblr here ✧ This post was last updated 1/21/2022

Category: Dean/Sam A Life Most Ordinary by sonofabiscuit77. Rated R, Sam/Dean, 69k. Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester are two ordinary brothers living ordinary small-town lives. Okay, so having a mother who was brutally murdered by one of America’s most notorious serial killers and a father who was forever mentally scarred by the event is not that ordinary, but the rest of their problems: marriage breakdowns and relationship failures, job disappointments and sexuality crisis, and Dean’s two kids, 9 year-old Jonah with his disturbing passion for the music of Lady Gaga and 6-year old Simon with his severe hearing loss, well they’re all completely ordinary. The only thing extraordinary about Sam and Dean is how they fell in love.Written for 2010 spn_j2_bigbang challenge ao3.org/series/34151 my thoughts: mundane AU of domestic bliss. I honestly didn’t think I’d love this but I loved this. Their love is warm and their kids are interesting+cute, just an awesome story. Also in my daddies reclist.

Home Visits by dimeliora. Rated NC-17, Dean/Sam (unrelated), 18k. Summary: Dean Winchester is in the process of adopting a daughter when a government worker throws his delicately balanced world off its axis. ao3.org/works/686647 my thoughts: man this is just a really sweet story, almost a fairy tale. I loved the OC, a traumatized girl named Hannah that takes such a shining to Dean. The familial drama that unfolds had me reading contentedly through the whole thing. Sam’s character was so supportive and loving (and ace! very cool). Just a really harrowing and lovely read. Also in my daddies reclist.

Category: J2 The Only Twenty-Four-Hour Bookstore in Brooklyn by tsukinobara, rated NC-17, Jared/Jensen, 38k. Summary: Jared is the proprietor of The Moose and Mayhem, New York City's only twenty-four-hour bookstore. It takes up most of his brain but he loves it – the employees, the customers, the shelves and shelves of books. Jensen is co-owner of Two Brothers Bar, Red Hook's finest purveyor of bourbon, beer, and country bands. It takes up increasing amounts of his time but he loves it – the bartenders, the customers, even line-dance nights. Jared's weird year begins on No-Pants Day with the unusual presence of people riding the subway in their underwear in January. Jensen's weird year begins with an impulse to cross the river into Manhattan at three in the morning to see if the tall Texan guy he met a week ago is as cute as he remembers. But neither of them is expecting the challenging year that follows, and they'll need the things about New York that keep them sane to help them survive it. ao3.org/works/4576272 my thoughts: This fic was utterly, absolutely unparalleled in charm. Like just such a relaxing, sweet, wholesome read combined with equally amazing artwork from petite madame. Genuinely wanted to either work in a bookstore or live in NYC after reading this, lol. This fic is included in my love letters to location reclist.

Invisible Unicorns by dimeliora. NC-17, Jensen/Jared, 4k words. Summary: Jensen, the head engineer of a top tier haunted house, is really into his best friend. The problem? Jared’s never seemed interested.And Jensen is about to find out why. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18170615 my thoughts: I can’t believe this was only 4k words because it was such a satisfying fairy tale. You could tell dimeliora did the research on ace relationships she said she did because it was very wholesome, there were sexual aspects to this story, and yet Jared’s character was undeniably asexual. Lovely fic!

And a couple more action-packed thriller-type fics that’re nevertheless ‘mundane’:

The Execution of the Last Steal by soulmatecest. NC-17, Jensen/Jared, 96k. Summary: Anyone who meets Jared Padalecki would think he has the perfect life: a college degree, a normal life and an apparently perfect fiancé, Stephen Amell, the son of a Senator with a bright future. Except for one thing: it’s all based on a lie. Five years ago, he created a new identity for himself to cut all ties to his criminal past and ex-boyfriend Jensen Ackles, a world-renowned thief. But Jared can��t run forever. A threat from his past comes back looking for him and the only person who can help him is the man he thought he left behind forever, the only person Jared’s never been able to forget. Incredibly charming and just as cocky, Jensen Ackles is a thief that is too good at his job for his own good, who would do anything to protect Jared now that his life is in danger. Years have gone by, but he has never been able to forget Jared either. And perhaps now that they are forced to escape together, Jensen might be able to do what he’s best at: steal Jared’s heart one last time and win back the only person Jensen has ever loved. ao3.org/works/8978110 my thoughts: This premise didn’t really get me going but the writing was just so good. I read this fic so quickly just super delighted to see what’d happen next. The pacing and adventure and chemistry and angst was brilliant!

These Violent Delights by dimpleforyourthoughts (AO3). NC-17, Jared/Jensen, 81k words. Summary: Jared Padalecki has only ever wanted to get out of Sin City. Trapped by extenuating circumstances, he works as a waiter in a Las Vegas strip joint, doing what he can to get by, including spending a romantic evening with a handsome stranger who wanders into the club one night. Hoping to see the stranger again, but not disappointed when he doesn’t, Jared moves on with his life. A month later, Jared interviews for a job as a financial consultant at one of the largest and newly made over Hotels on the Vegas strip. Jared gets the job, only to discover that his new boss is the same man he slept with: Jensen Ackles, the enigmatic and ice cold business man. Jensen Ackles, the city’s biggest mob boss. Torn between his longing to get out of the city and his yearning to be closer to Jensen, Jared finds himself being sucked into a new and dangerous world where loyalty is everything, passion exists on a knife-edge, and the ever-increasing violence makes it impossible to escape. ao3.org/works/7345837 my thoughts: I read this story a long time ago but I remember loving it. Jared’s written as totally relatable and as the plot thickens over what Jensen really does, it’s easy to get as sucked up in it, to want Jared to stay long enough to be a criminal in the organized crime underworld with Jensen too, haha. Great story that kept me hooked all the way through!

Operation: Mistletoe by dimpleforyourthoughts. Rated NC-17, Jensen/Jared, 40k words. Summary: FBI Agent Jensen Ackles is a damn good agent, but his devil-may-care attitude, gut instinct, and sheer dumb luck have finally run out. With his job and reputation on the line, Jensen is assigned to a new partner: the overzealous and overachieving Agent Jared Padalecki. Their mission: Infiltrate a ring of drug dealers hiding out in Suburbia in the midst of the Holiday season.The only catch? They have to pretend to be head-over-heels in love with each other. ao3.org/works/5553827 my thoughts: Okay, I actually adore Law Enforcement AUs, whether it’s Sam+Dean or Jensen+Jared, just the mystery and thrill of solving crimes together with some actual authority & resources, having a network of coworkers to banter with, etc. is just kind of an amazing atmosphere to get lost in. Also dimpleforyourthoughts is a fantastic author that brings their stories to life so well. This fic is also in my winter holiday fic reclist and my undercover couple fic reclist

#my fic recs #sam/dean #wincest #dean winchester/sam winchester #dean sam slash #spn genfic #wincest fic recs #wincest fanfic #j2 fanfic recs #padackles #padackles fic recs #sam and dean #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester and dean winchester #dean winchester and sam winchester #dean winchester & sam winchester #sam winchester & dean winchester

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Of Heroes and Thieves

Part 3

Notes/Warnings: shitty written accents and French, swearing here and there. Places I’ve mentioned here are places I’ve actually been and they’re actually AMAZING 10/10 go if you ever get a chance. NOLA is literally my favorite city on earth and I had to force myself to stop writing about it. But any who, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It’s a decently long one.

CLINT POV

She’d dropped him off in the French Quarter, right near Jackson Square. “If you go half a block that way,” she pointed, “you’ll get to Cafe Du Monde. Get some coffee and a couple beignets. I’d take you somewhere less touristy, but for obvious reasons I can’t. And from here you’ll be able to find your footing fast. I guess I’m also just assuming you’ve never been here, huh?”

He grinned. “Once, a long time ago. And it was not a vacation.”

“Hence how you know who my famille is, huh?” she guessed, slipping into the accent she’d mostly lost.

His smile grew. “Yeah, babe. You gonna keep that accent for a while?”

His girl rolled her eyes. “Shut up. I’ll call you when I can. One way or another. I gotta go. Ride’s here,” she nodded toward a tall man leaning against a motorcycle. “I’ll pay for the parking,” she pulled out a twenty and handed it to him.

With that, he sighed as she walked away after kissing his cheek, watching to see her hug the man and get on the back of his bike. He caught a whiff of fried dough and coffee; time to follow his nose. He needed the distraction anyways.

The famous beignets were just as delicious as everyone said they were, he had to hand it to them. The coffee was perfect. It was a beautiful evening out as well. He just wished he could be exploring the city with Y/N. He finished the coffee and started heading off in a random direction. The idea came to him to get some souvenirs for both the team and his girl. Something that would scream home to her whenever she missed it. That’s when he found a street artist putting his stuff away for the night. “Are these paintings for sale?”

The man looked up in surprise. “Yes, sir! New to town?”

“Just passing through for the night,” Clint mused, looking at the artwork. One painting of the architecture of the Quarter in particular caught his eye, then the man also had something that showed the rows of graves in one of the cemeteries. A little dark, but quite beautiful. “How much for these two?”

“Thirty for both, sir. Why only here for the night, might I ask?” the man got the paintings together for Clint as he handed the money over.

“Gir--uh, my friend has some family drama. I’m here for moral support in a way. She sent me to roam around. What’s a good place to eat a quick dinner?”

“Ah, now son, you’re in New Orleans! Everywhere is good to eat! But just around the corner you got a great place for some po’ boys, there’s a few bars on Bourbon Street that have great jambalaya. Whatever you’re in the mood for, there’s something good. You like pizza? Find any of the daiquiri bars. They got deals on the booze and have great pizza. Oh, a burger! Esplanade Avenue, Port Of Call. Best burgers in the city. Cooked however you like to perfection, and you will not regret it.”

“Burger does sound good. Thanks!”

“Thank you, sir. Have a lovely visit.”

With that, Clint first took a detour to drop the art off at the car, then ventured off for this famous burger. Taking in the sights and sounds of the city on the way, he definitely could see how Y/N was going to be sad to leave. It was a beautiful city and so inviting. When he finally made it to his destination, he was mildly surprised how dark it was inside, but it was true to the old ship theme. He ordered himself a beer and a burger, the menu being only a few items. Once he took a bit, he almost moaned. It was indeed, cooked to perfection. After he left, he decided to follow the music. On the way to the restaurant he’d seen a parade and some street dancers and what appeared to be shows. Time to find one. Maybe he should take one of the haunted tours?

READER POV

She’d missed Remy more than she’d realized and it was a shame that this was one of the last rides she’d ever take with him. The man was like a brother to her her whole life and when her older sister had married his older brother, it only became official. He’d protected her from Julien and Belle’s bullying often enough when they were kids, and she knew he was upset he couldn’t help now.

“‘M sorry dis is happenin’ ta yo’, Chere,” he said when they parked at the big family mansion.

She took her helmet off and looked up at him, staring into those sunglasses he always wore in public. “It’s not on you, Rem. It’s on me. I’m the one who chose to get involved.”

“Yo’ really mus’ have it bad for de bird man, non?”

She elbowed him lightly. “That’s entirely none of your business, LeBeau.”

“It’s my business, though!” rang a voice behind them.

Shock rolled through her body when she turned and saw her big sister, round belly and all the sass in the world. Tears stung at her eyes upon the realization that she wouldn’t be around for the birth of her nephew. “Mercy!” she ran over and hugged the blonde woman. “I’m so sorry, Merc,” she cried into her sister’s shoulder.

“Hush, sug. Nothin’ ta be done now. We’ll come visit yo’, soon we can. ‘S all gonna be alright, Y/N,” Mercy soothed.

A cough came from behind Mercy and Y/N looked up to see her brother in law. “Lemme hug you, ‘fore I have ta take yo’ to pere,” he smiled.

“Missed ya too, Henri. You best be the one responsible for knockin’ up my sister,” she laughed.

“All night long, Chere,” he laughed.

“Gross,” Y/N wrinkled her nose. She glanced around as the group entered the house. “Where’s Tante Mattie?”

“Righ’ here, chil’!” came a shout. “Ain’t no one r’spect Mattie no mo’. Who tol’ me yo’ were back? Not a soul. Who told me about ev’ryt’in only jus’ dis morn’? Mercy. Chil’ gets slack b’cause she’s givin’ Jean Luc a grandbaby, but wait til she pops,” the old woman shook her head. “Now come here, an’ hug me.”

Y/N obliged, a smile on her face. It really had been too long since she’d been home. And now it was too late to plan future visits. She pulled back and smiled sadly. “Guess I bes’ get this over with. If it is a death sentence, Merc,” tears now rolling down both sister’s faces as they locked eyes, “you better tell my nephew all about me.”

“It won’ be. I tol’ Jean Luc he’d never see his grandbaby if it is.” Y/N laughed, knowing it was a serious, yet idle threat.

“Take me to your leader, Henri,” she said, jokingly holding out her wrists for cuffs.

“Stop that,” he rolled his eyes. “Now,” he led her away toward the large room they used for council meetings. “It’s the whole council here, and Marius Boudreaux is here to make sure the sentence is actually given,” he frowned.

She nodded. “Wouldn’t expect any less, truth be told.”

He nodded before opening the doors, and gesturing for her to enter first.

“Y/N, Chere, I really wish yo’ were home under better circumstances,” Jean Luc greeted sadly. “All de same, nice t’ see yo’.”

“You too, Jean Luc,” she glanced around at the council members. “May I say, I am sorry for the trouble my actions have caused?”

“Yo’ ain’ sorry for yo’ actions though, are yo’?” Marius spoke up from the side of the room, standing up straight. “Gettin’ involved in things dat don’ concern you. Bes’ we can say is leas’ you were alone.”

The statement shocked her. They didn’t know she’d led the Avengers to the warehouse. How did they not know? Julien must have left as soon as he knocked her out.

“I’ve been working long enough I know better not to get involved in Assassin business. I just couldn’t resist some action, I suppose. I’m sorry,” Y/N lied through her teeth. She was a good liar though and could only hope Marius was slipping in his age. She knew Jean Luc could see right through her, however.

Marius scoffed. “Yo’ always were a hothead.” He leaned against the wall once more. “Le’s get dis over wit’.”

Jean Luc nodded. “We decided yo’ punishment is yo’ done t’ievin’. Fo’ de Guild, leas’. And,” he glanced at Marius, who nodded once. “Yo’ officially b’trot’ed t’ Julien Boudreaux.”

#Of Heroes and Thieves #Clint Barton fic #Clint x reader #marvel imagines #Hawkeye x reader #part three

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn WC: 2996 “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

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Chapter 07: Look Here

"Us meeting isn’t just coincidence. Meeting you was what I wanted."

Anastasia took a deep breath as Jimin closed the doors behind her. When the soft click ensued, she stepped forward and noticed that the person sitting behind the large desk was not facing them. In fact, all she could see was the desk, the nameplate (which had traditional Chinese characters on it), and the back of the large leather chair. She cleared her throat in an attempt to get the person’s attention, but when there was no response, she decided to wait patiently until she was acknowledged.

This wasn’t America, after all.

Taking a moment to busy herself in the silence, Anastasia made a note of how big the office was. The floor was made of premium marble and the oak desk was clearly well-polished. There was a set of six black leather chairs, three on each side, around a black and marble topped coffee table. Another black leather chair sat at the head of the table just feet away from the desk situated on a slight riser from the rest.

It was modestly decorated, dark green curtains framing a set of bay windows and French doors led to an outdoor balcony. A few pictures hung on the wall but there was a hand-embroidered image of a golden jackal situated on black canvas that was framed and hung over the desk. This kept her attention longer than it should have, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from it. Anastasia knew that she’d seen that before somewhere, but less ornate and less prominent.

She could at least say that it was a lovely piece of artwork.

But where have I seen that from?

“Long time no see, Anastasia,” came a voice suddenly, knocking her out of her thoughts.

Even though she hadn’t meant to, a soft squeak escaped her as she felt her shoulders jump. Anastasia lifted her purse up to her chest, clutching it just a little bit tighter as her eyes focused on where the voice came from. Blinking at the back of the chair at the desk, she watched as it slowly turned. It was like a scene from The Godfather , and when the chair was fully turned around, there in the large leather chair was none other than Kim Seokjin. If he’d been holding a cat, he would have been Claw from Inspector Gadget and then she really would have fallen out.

“W-Wait a minute!” Her eyes practically bugged out of her skull. “Kim Seokjin-ssi, what are you doing here?!”

Pouty lips spread into a knowing smirk, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair while he steepled his fingers. “I work here.” He answered like she’d asked him a math question. “Or, rather, this is my company.”

Anastasia blinked rapidly, her lips opening and closing as a few stammering sounds spilled forth. “What did you say?”

His smile widened further. “I said that this is my company. I own Golden Star.”

She couldn’t believe it. There was no way that he was serious. Seokjin must have cashed in a favor and she was being played a fool. Someone was playing a prank on her! The Kim Seokjin that she knew was a gangster. All of his friends, the ones he called his brothers, were all gangsters. Weren’t they all running around trying to make a name for themselves, getting themselves caught up in the streets?

Her eyes lifted to spy at the art piece of the golden jackal. Their gang was known as The Golden Jackals. Anyone who was even remotely aware of the underground circuit knew of them and was also aware that they were an up and coming group. Their domain was the street, though. At least that was what Jungkook told her when they were still together before they ended their relationship.

So what had changed in that short amount of time? Had they been working on building toward this even back then?

Anastasia suddenly remembered why she was there. She was supposed to undergo an interview to see if she was qualified to be a financial advisor for another company. Not that she had anything against the stock exchange firm she was currently employed with. But she knew that there was limited room for her to grow and to really showcase her skills. Coming from a background that lacked money taught her how to utilize funds and how to properly shift one’s finances to benefit a company and to encourage its growth. This was her chance to finally climb higher and to stabilize herself without worrying about living from paycheck to paycheck.

But this? There was no way she could have prepared herself for this.

Her moment of shock started to ebb away and she took a breath. Anastasia’s eyes narrowed and she frowned. “No.”

Seokjin’s smile fell as he canted his head slightly. “What?”

“No way.” She pivoted on her heels and made her way toward the door. “There is absolutely no fucking way .”

Her hand landed on the door and she began to pull. However, instead of wrenching the door open like she’d anticipated, it held; resisting against her. For a second, all she did was blink - staring at her hand in disbelief. Had she been locked in? Again, she pulled - harder this time, and again, she was met with resistance.

“What in the hell?” Anastasia began pulling more aggressively, using both hands and all the door did was rattle in response. “What the hell is happening?!” She swiveled around, ready to ream into Seokjin when she saw he was directly behind her. Anastasia let out a scream, pressing a hand to her chest as her back slammed into the door. “Wh-Wh-What do you think you’re doing?!”

Seokjin leaned forward, peering into her face. Her cheeks flushed and she mentally kicked herself for her own body reacting involuntarily. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was so close to her or if it was because she was halfway down the road of embarrassing herself. Or was she already there? Well, whatever the case, Anastasia didn’t appreciate him invading her personal space like that.

“I don’t know what’s funnier,” he said slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, “the fact that you’re spazzing out for no reason or that you’re pulling on a door that you’re supposed to be pushing on.”

“Huh?”

What had he just said?

Seokjin reached forward, gripping the handle of the door and he pressed the latch situated at the top. With a gentle push, the door swayed open. Anastasia peered over her shoulder and saw Jimin sitting on the waiting bench, thoroughly engrossed on whatever was on his phone. When the door opened, he looked up and then smiled - giving a pleasant wave to the two of them before going back to his phone.

All she could do was blink in both parts amazement and disbelief.

When it looked like Jimin wasn’t going to intervene, she saw Seokjin moving out of the corner of her eye. He reached forward, grabbed the handle, and then pulled the door closed. Anastasia felt it brush against her shoulder blade, her eyes never leaving Seokjin’s profile even as the door closed with a soft click . His arm lingered there a moment longer before he straightened up to his full height. Some of his hair fell across his brow line and the lump that was unknowingly forming in her throat made her even more aware of their close proximity.

Seokjin normally wasn’t the type to invade another person’s bubble like this. At least from what she knew and of the few times they interacted with one another.

Finally, his smile returned and he looked at her. “Now then,” he began, turning to the side and gesturing toward the array of leather chairs with a wide flourish, “if you’d be so kind, can we get this little meeting underway?”

She felt his hand resting at her lower back and Anastasia’s legs moved unconsciously. What in the world was happening, exactly? Well, she couldn’t be sure. But before she could issue a protest, she was sitting at the chair closest to the one at the head of the table.

“Can I offer you something to drink?” he asked, already making his way toward the area where various liquor decanters were situated.

“Bourbon if you’ve got it. Whiskey if you don’t.”

He chuckled while setting aside two glasses. “And if I have neither?”

“Vodka.”

This elicited a sudden laugh from Seokjin and he came back to the table, holding out the glass containing the amber liquid. Two cubes of ice were inside the tumbler and she looked at it before lifting her gaze to give him a curious look. He settled into the chair, his own glass filled with a similarly colored drink. His contained no ice.

“I remembered that you’re a fan of bourbon. I was just teasing.”

Anastasia pouted, taking a ginger sip of alcohol while secretly thanking him for remembering to pour her drink on the rocks. After taking a moment to appreciate the smoothness of the booze, she set the glass down on the wooden coaster. She crossed one leg over the other, not caring that the toe of her shoe was brushing up against one of the table legs.

“Seokjin-ssi,” she said, her tone as serious as she could manage. He raised a brow at her as he drank. “What is this all about?”

He swallowed, setting his glass down. “I thought you knew what this was about. Isn’t that why you came out here?”

“I came because I was called about a financial advisor position.”

“Well, that certainly hasn’t changed, so what’s the issue?”

Anastasia felt the vein near her temple throbbing. “The issue is that I didn’t know this was your company!”

“Is that a problem?” He smirked. “I didn’t realize me being the boss was a problem for you.”

“It’s not about you, dammit!” she snapped, her neck flaring up with the steady rise of her anger. “You know of my history with Jungkook and it’s not like I’m completely ignorant to who you guys are.”

Seokjin’s smile fell just a fraction. A thoughtful expression soon replaced it as he crossed his legs. “I thought you and Jungkook broke up mutually and are still on good terms.” He looked at her, a single brow raising. “Is that not the case?”

“Well, no, we’re still friends...but--”

“And if it’s the background you’re worried about, you can do some digging if you’d like. Golden Star is a legitimate company, Anastasia.”

“That’s not--”

“Then I guess I’m failing to see what the problem is.” Seokjin folded his hands in his lap. “Care to enlighten me?”

For one of the few times in her life, Anastasia actually had no words. None. It wasn’t like she despised the company of the Golden Jackals. She mostly hung out with Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. She could confidently say that they were her friends. Namjoon and Hoseok were nice and Seokjin was always a polite gentleman toward her. There was no real reason for her to be on the defensive.

And yet she still felt like she’d been suckerpunched in the stomach.

She sighed, her hostility deflating as she sank back in the plush leather chair. “Why me?”

Seokjin’s smile returned. “Why not you?”

She scoffed. She couldn’t help herself. “Oh, don’t give me that, Seokjin. You could hire anyone. Especially if you can afford to run your business out of a building like this. It’s almost as big as the company I work for.” Anastasia gave him a pointed look. “I’m one of hundreds of office workers. I literally work from a freaking cubicle. I’m a damn dime a dozen.” Her accent was coming out and she hated it, but she knew that once she got rolling, there was no stopping her. “So why me , Seokjin-ah?”

Anastasia was a professional 99% of the time. It was very rare that she wasn’t, especially when it came to her work. But when the polite form of address was dropped, when honorifics and protocol were thrown out the window, it was when she meant business. She loved her job and she loved the country she was now living in. If it was one thing she wasn’t about to do, it was jeopardize any of that for any reason at any time and not for any one .

A moment of silence passed between them and Seokjin’s arms moved to rest on the arms of the chair. He steepled his fingers again, pressing them against his lips. Anastasia watched him as he tried to formulate the words that she needed to hear. If it was something she wasn’t okay with, her plan was to walk straight out of that office and not look back. Her career meant everything to her. Stability meant everything to her.

She wasn’t in the business of taking risks for no damn reason.

“You’re driven, Anastasia. You’ve always been like that.” He looked at her and she felt her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress pants. “The company you’ve been working for doesn’t know what to do with you. You’ve been with them for five years and three of those five years have been spent here. It’s unheard of for employees starting out to get reassigned to other countries. You’ve clearly got ambition.”

Warmth touched her cheeks and she wasn’t sure what to make of what he was saying. Were they compliments? He wasn’t trying to pull a fast one on her. It simply sounded like he was stating the facts.

She remained silent as he continued.

“But you’ve hit a point where you’re not going to be able to move forward. You’re smarter than half of your co-workers but because you lack a certain set of connections, you’re at an impasse. You can’t move ahead and you can’t just go back.” Seokjin paused, his smile returning. “What if I told you that you wouldn’t have to worry about that here? I need someone who can keep this company financially on track but who also isn’t afraid to make a few risky moves if it means turning a higher profit.”

His offer was enticing. How could it not be? But while she was in the business of taking risks, that didn’t mean she was going to step out on thin ice if she was confident enough to swim in freezing waters.

Reaching for her glass, she tried to appear unimpressed with his words. “What’s the pay?” Anastasia pressed the glass to her lips, letting the alcohol gently touch her tongue.

“Ten thousand dollars the first month.”

A mist of alcohol sprayed from her mouth. Anastasia began coughing furiously, her hand slapping her chest in an attempt to open up her airways so she could breathe. When she was able to gather her senses, she looked at Seokjin with eyes as wide as saucers.

“...what did you just say?”

“And you’ll be getting an additional ten thousand dollar signing bonus.” Seokjin winked. “But that’s because I like you.”

She frowned, coughing one last time as her eyes narrowed. “Stop playing around.”

“I am dead serious.”

“You’re crazy.”

He shrugged. “I’ve been called that and then some, but I can promise you that I am very much within my right mind on this.” His eyes met hers, the smile gone from his face completely. “So, what do you say? You in or out?”

Anastasia picked up her drink and drained the glass. Once she was finished, she stood up from the seat and looked down at him. “You’re only getting one chance to draw up a proper contract. If it’s not to my satisfaction, you can forget it.”

Seokjin stood, one hand sliding into his pocket. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” He looked like he’d already won and this made the muscle at her jaw tick. “I’ll have it sent to your place and you can look over it at your leisure.”

“Fine.” She slipped her purse over her shoulder and made her way to the door. “You’ve got three days, Kim Seokjin-ssi.”

Anastasia pushed the latch on the door handle and pushed this time, the door swaying open easily. Jimin seemed to be waiting on her and he slid his phone into his pocket. He smiled at her cheerfully and she immediately puffed her cheeks out defiantly. Ignoring the arm he held out for her, she huffed her way down the hall.

“I’ll see you in three days, Anastasia D’Angelo,” called Seokjin from down the hall.

Jimin caught up with her and pressed the button to call the elevator. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get back downstairs without his clearance. But that was the only reason she was even waiting on him. As they stepped into the elevator, she saw Seokjin still standing in the doorway of his office. Just before the doors closed, Anastasia stuck her tongue out at him and she had to ignore the way her heart thumped as he laughed - watching him disappear back into his office.

As Jimin swiped his card, he pressed the main floor button. “Did you have a good talk, Noona?”

She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Don’t you start,” she warned and he laughed. “You’re in trouble.”

He nodded, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Yes, yes, I know,” he said, gently bumping her shoulder with his own. “Can I buy you dinner to make up for it?”

She folded her arms across her chest and huffed. “Black Bean Noodles or it’s no deal.”

Jimin laughed. “It’s a deal!”

A sigh left her as she side-eyed him, wondering how she wound up in this situation. She certainly couldn’t be mad at Jimin. He was just doing his job. But this?

Well, this was just something she wasn’t really prepared for. But one thing was certain. She would know in three days what her answer was.

Anastasia could play nice until then.

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FAN ART FRIDAY: On The Rocks

Man, I must be hungry this month or something. After the past few food-themed FAFs, why not have a couple of nice drinks down at the local dive bar with the rest of the vets?

Today we’ll be showcasing some refreshing drink-themed Katana ZERO fan art, from the hardest of liquors to some soothing herbal tea—plus some recipes for you to try at home.

[WARNING: Alcoholic beverages may cause impaired use of bladed weapons and difficulty in reading dialogue boxes. Please drink responsibly.]

by @Kazzang3

Ah, the unfortunately-named “V.A.”, or “victory appletini”. As wartime rationing made fresh fruit nearly impossible to find, Third District bartenders began forgoing apple juice for a cheaper flavored syrup instead.

By the time produce became widely available again, bar patrons had actually begun to favor the acrid, too-sweet flavor of the imitation over the real thing. Nowadays, it’s rare to find a bar that uses real apples or lemons in their mixed drinks. When chilled, you can hardly taste the difference!

INGREDIENTS 1½ oz. bourbon 1¼ oz. synthetic syrup extract (apple flavor) ¾ oz. distilled liqueur (orange flavor) ¼ oz. bitters

Just looking at this artwork makes me thirsty.

Reflective surfaces like ice and glassware are nightmares for some artists, but Kazzang gets it just right. The opaque shades and hard whites of the ice cubes suggest shapes with the most minimal lines, and their shapes are properly refracted along the liquid surface. Add a slice of apple with deliciously glossy peel, and you’ve got the perfect drink to invite mockery from the burly thugs a few stools down who have no idea who they’re messing with.

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by @NamelessRedact1

For those under New Mecca’s legal drinking age of 12, the best way to beat the summer heat is with a “Fine Red Mist”, an alcohol-free beverage that’s a delightful mix of sweet and sour with Juncture Cola®, the world’s favorite soft drink. Pairs well with pizza!

INGREDIENTS 4 oz. Juncture Cola® 3 oz. synthetic syrup extract (lemon flavor) 4¼ oz. Stander’s All-Natural Herbal Tea™

This message is endorsed by Juncture® and Juncture Bottling Company™.

I wish I had included this in the “Fun in the Sun” FAF a while back. Everyone here is so in-character: Zero lazing around on an ice cube, Headhunter trying to act cool and aloof while hiding as much skin as possible, and Leon enjoying a nice cryogenic soak.

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by @shaocixiezi

When it comes to lemon or lime, why not both? Nearly every restuarant in Chinatown has its own variation of “龙王柠檬茶” (“Dragon King Lemon Tea”), replete with fresh citrus slices and soft gelatin cubes. Don’t be fooled by the colorful ingredients and bending straw—this drink brings out the strength of a true dragon in anyone.

INGREDIENTS 4½ oz. lemon tea (chilled) ¼ tsp. maple syrup 1 lemon (sliced) 3 tsp. sugar/artificial sweetener 3-4 gelatin cubes (lemon flavor)

Like lemon and lime, the Dragon and the Serpent are best when they’re together, despite their mutual hatred. Look as their childish playground shoving and hair pulling, blissfully unaware of their future in the gullet of some thirsty fangirl...

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by @sugunisayonara

Another dreary day in the city. It’s raining outside. You had another grueling day at work, and you’ll be back in another few hours. But at least you have a moment for a hot, relaxing bath. And what could go with it better than a steaming cup of Stander’s All-Natural Herbal Tea™?”

This message is endorsed by Juncture® and Juncture Bottling Company™.

Scientifically speaking, the caffeine in most tea would actually hinder your sleep, not help it. I say fuck ‘em, and chug an entire two-liter jug of Juncture Cola, a few bites of cold pizza, and a clove of garlic before bed. Give ‘em something fun to autopsy.

Still, I suspect tea represents more to Zero than just a toasty drink; it’s a routine, a sense of normalcy in a trade where death is a daily occurrence and tomorrow is never certain. sugunisayonara illustrates this wonderfully as the tea slowly rinses the blood from an exhausted Zero, washing away his sins as he sinks into another cryptic nightmare, filled with dark shapes from his past...

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by @akiyamaryuuiti

So maybe you’re not the average drinker. You went to the war, fought the good fight, and got the medal to prove it. You’ve drank week-old alcohol rations from a canteen, downed a Cherry Megablaster in one gulp, and even tried that Cromag swill distilled from snake venom.

But you’ve never tasted anything like the neon-fueled impact of “Samurai Spirits”, infused with the essence of a real feudal warrior! His amnesia, bushido, and crippling chemical addiction only enhance the rugged flavor of this classic formula. It’s almost as if time is slowing down before your eyes...

INGREDIENTS ½ pineapple (diced) 4½ oz. vodka 4½ oz. champagne (chilled) 2 tsp. sugar/artificial sweetener ¼ tsp. grenadine 3 oz. Chronos (pure)

The next time you worry if video games are a waste of time and money, just take comfort in knowing it doesn’t also impair your motor functions, cause liver damage, or induce projectile vomiting (unless it’s a VR game). Enough said.

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Aaand that’s the bell! Happy hour’s over, and it’s closing time.

Tune in next week for another shot of amazing fan art, and keep an eye out for a spooktacular FAF as Halloween approaches!

If you’d like some artwork featured on a future Fan Art Friday, just use the Submit Button on this blog!

by @spiderbirdo

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