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latte-fairytaekwoon · 5 years ago

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𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒐 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, encouraging, justifying, supporting nor romanticizing Yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of yandere behavior, violence and disturbing scenarios are contained in this post. Read at your own discretion and responsibility.

❧𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

Hongjoong knew what you were up to, he had eyes everywhere, in the form of cameras, which you weren't aware of. He wasn't scared though. He knew you inside and out, so he knew you would never be able to bring yourself to actually go through with it. Having always been a pushover and complacent person, you'd never harm anyone. And he's also made sure to train you well enough to not try any stunts.

That's why while you two were eating dinner, he watched you out of the corner of his eye while he lifted the poisoned drink to his mouth.

"Wait! Hongjoong don't drink that!" You blurted out.

You quickly got up and tried to snatch the glass cup away from him, but he held it away from you.

"Oh? Why not my dear?" He peered down at you .

Shame took over you as you slumped back in your chair, tears forming in your eyes. How were you to explain to him that you just tried to kill him?

Hongjoong leaned down, his arms resting on the table as his eyes pierced into yours.

"I asked a question and I expect you to answer me."

He gripped your chin and forced you to look at him when you kept your gaze down.

"And when I'm talking to you, I want you to look at me....."

Chuckling darkly, he added:

"Don't make me take you to my room for a little more training."

❧𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊

You were so damn tired of it all. You were exhausted mentally, emotionally, physically and psychologically from Seonghwa's manipulation and abuse that stemmed from his possessive and controlling behavior. At any point you were going to snap and either kill him or yourself.

You chose the first option. You thought you were pretty discreet in obtaining and hiding the poison vial. You only succeeded in the first one.

"Y/N what do you have there?"

Seonghwa's voice startled you. You rapidly tried to hide the vial in your hoodie, but being stronger than you, Seonghwa wrestled it out of your hands. When he realized what you were planning to do, his head snapped at you, cold menacing eyes staring at you. You were fucked.

"You ungrateful little bitch!"

You fell to floor, barely avoiding the glass hitting you when Seonghwa threw it to the wall next to you. You cried out in pain when he pulled you up by your hair, shaking you roughly as he began exclaiming:

"You're lucky I even chose to look at your pathetic and low life self. Without me, you'd be nothing! And this is how you fucking repay me?!"

He shoved you against the wall, where you then collapsed from how badly your right side was aching from the pain of colliding with the concrete material.

"You have 10 minutes to clean up this mess." He ordered before leaving the room.

You looked down at the broken shards of glass. Picking one up, you held it close to your wrist..

Maybe you should have picked the 2nd option...

❧𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

Yunho couldn't understand why you would try to do this. He loved and worshipped you, and he thought that things are going fine for a while. And then he found the poison hidden in your things. He was completely heartbroken, but he couldn't let you know that. Instead, he had to think of a plan. Even if it was drastic.

He let you be all lovey dovey towards him the night you planned everything, feigning he didn't know. He willingly accepted the drink you gave him, knowing fully well it had poison. He saw you looking at him intently and he sent a chill down your spine when he said:

"Don't be so surprised. It'll take longer to have an effect on me......than on you."

He turned his head and looked at your shocked expression.

"Yes Y/N. I put some poison on your drink as well. I knew it all along."

You went pale as his words sinked in. You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. You began hitting your hitting stomach on the edge of the sink, sticking 2 fingers in your mouth, anything to trigger your gag reflex and hopefully puke out the poison. You began hyperventilating when nothing was working and you realized you might die.

You were about to collapse on the floor but Yunho caught you and whispered:

"You got two choices right now Y/N: we either call an ambulance while there's still time.....

Or we die together. Either way you're not leaving me and I'm not letting you get away."

❧𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐

Yeosang swirled the contents of his drink, eyeing it suspiciously. You could never fool him. He knew the poison better than you did. It was the exact same poison he used to kill off your last lover. Raising an eyebrow he looked at you before saying:

"Baby why don't you take a sip of my drink?"

You dropped your fork and you looked at him with wide eyes. Yeosang smirked when he realized it was indeed you.

"Uh....no thanks." You replied, hoping he wouldn't insist.

"But I'm telling you to."

He got up and slid the drink in front of you.

"So drink it."

Your shaking hand took the glass, spilling some of the liquid from the trembling you had. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"I can't..... I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologizing?" Yeosang interrogated you, his voice cool and collected.

You broke down and confessed to everything, how you tried to poison him, even though Yeosang already had it figured out. He made you stand up and held you close as you cried your eyes out. Once he felt you calm down a little, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears before landing a harsh slap across your cheek, stunning you, but you should have expected it.

Yeosang was even scarier when he was calm, because you never knew what he was going to do.

"Don't ever try that again." Was his only warning before he patted the bright red spot on your face.

It was definitely going to leave a bruise.

❧𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗

You tried and tried to pull out of your restraints, even though you knew you had zero chances of breaking free. San always made sure your bonds were tight and secure.

"Look."

You heard him say but you didn't want to look. You gasped when he clenched your jaw with his hand and forced you to look up.

"I said look!" He growled as he held your face up.

You sobbed even harder when you looked into your friend's terrified eyes. You wished it were you instead, you deserved it, not them. You were the one stupid enough to try and poison San. So why must your lifelong friend suffer the consequences?

"I say give it a few more seconds before the poison starts taking effect. I'm actually curious, what exactly were you planning to happen to me?"

It all started and ended so quickly. The image of your friend's body convulsing on the floor, their blood shot red eyes, their gagged breathing followed by the foaming of the mouth....... until their lifeless body layed on the floor, a trickle of blood pouring out from their mouth.

San cringed, as if he were staring at nothing more than a bug.

"What an awful way to die."

Turning his attention back to you, he added:

"Maybe that'll teach you to not get any ideas in your stupid little head."

❧𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒

You woke up and made your way into the kitchen, fixing yourself some breakfast. It was awfully quiet. You shrugged and put your plate on the table. Looking at the time, you noticed it was an odd hour for your parents not to be up.

"I'm supposed to be the one sleeping in." You joked more to yourself.

You opened the door and went to your parents bed, trying to wake up your mom. Lifting the covers up, you let out a piercing scream when your mom's pale and lifeless face stared back at you, your father in the same condition. Scrambling to get up, you ran to the telephone to call 911, but the line was dead.

"Oh my god!" You cried out as you went back to your room to get your phone.

You opened the door and froze when an all too familiar face greeted you.

"Hi baby cakes." Mingi's deep voice said.

"You?! What are you--- it can't be! You're supposed to be dead!" You exclaimed.

1 year ago, you managed to escape your psychotic boyfriend's clutches, by poisoning him. So why was he here? It had to be a nightmare and you wanted to wake up.

"Supposed to, but I'm not. As you can see, I survived."

When he came near you, you ran away, but Mingi being faster caught up to you really quick. You struggled to get out of his grasp, but he managed to press a cloth on your nose and mouth. In less than 2 minutes, you succumbed to the effects of the gas and fell unconscious on him.

"How cute darling. I missed having you in my arms." He smirked as he picked you up to take you away with him.

❧𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

Wooyoung sighed as he stepped over your writhing body. Calmly, he dialed a number.

"911, what's your emergency?" The woman asked.

"I need help! My s/o tried to poison themselves!" He cried out, making himself spill out tears in mere seconds, completely fooling the operator.

Once he hung up though, the tears were gone and his usual cold expression was plastered on again. You tried to gasp for air, your eyesight going black, the last thing you saw was Wooyoung's deadly gaze.

He was also the first thing you saw when you woke up in a hospital bed. Wooyoung played the part of a doting and concerned boyfriend really well, all the medical staff never doubting the veracity of his statements. You on the other hand knew it was all a lie. And he showed his true colors to you while you were alone.

"Tsk tsk. Seriously Y/N, if you're going to try and do something as stupid as trying to poison me, do a better job."

He scoffed at you. It wasn't your fault though. How were you supposed to know he switched glasses with you when you turned away for a second?

He walked up to you and loomed over your fragile figure.

"Don't you dare say anything to anyone, got it? And when we get back home, there'll be hell to pay for your little stunt."

As if going through a near death experience wasn't bad enough, now you were wishing Wooyoung had just let you die instead of just scaring the life out of you....almost.

❧𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘

Jongho was furious, livid with you. He couldn't believe what you were planning to do. Not wasting a minute, he stormed into the living room where you currently were. He flung the poison vial on the couch, where you recognized it and knew you were now screwed.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

You couldn't speak, you couldn't even look at him. You were afraid of him.

"You're seriously trying to get rid of me? When all I've ever done is protect you? Take care of you? When all I've ever done is love you?!"

You flinched when he flipped the coffee table with one hand, sending it flying feet away, breaking once it crashed on the floor.

Jongho grabbed you by your arms and started shaking you.

"Get it straight through your head Y/N: no one will care, love or protect you like me! No one but I gives a damn about you! No one is even looking for you! So why are you trying to get rid of me?"

You let out a yelp of pain when he clutched you too harshly, making him stop immediately. Like flipping a switch, he hugged you and caressed your hair.

"You can't go out there in the world again. You just can't. They'll hurt you and I can't have that.....you need me... I'm your protector and you must stay with me..."

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vennilavee · 5 years ago

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parental moments: two

to build a home masterlist

Pairing: levi x reader Summary: it’s 2:40 AM and you and levi are convinced that you’re about to be robbed. except you hear drunken laughter. Chapter Warnings: cursing, otherwise none really Word Count: 1795 A/N: based off of a series of asks that were sent in the other day about sasha, connie, and jean showing up drunk and levi and oc’s house. and levi and oc think they’re getting robbed (especially oc who has been getting startled by everything bc they’ve been binging true crime docs). also they are living in a house now because they decided to move out of their apartment and get a bigger property together hehe

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One of the many things you and Levi had in common was your love for true crime documentaries. You had taken to ending your nights with whatever was on television, or with whatever was on the many streaming services that you had a subscription to.

Levi complained often (along with you) at how there were a million and one streaming services these days- what was the point-

“To burn a hole in our bank accounts,” You scoff.

“There’s gotta be a way to stream this shit for free,” Levi groans.

“I bet one of the new recruits knows,” You muse, “Maybe Armin or Jean...”

“We can figure it out ourselves,” Levi huffs and you roll your eyes.

It’s been days and weeks of your nightly routine and you’ve become creeped out enough late at night that you’ve taken to triple checking the locks and the windows of your house every few hours. And tonight is no different.

“Hey,” Levi says, pulling you into his side reassuringly, “We’re fine. And even if we’re not. I’m here to protect you.”

You’ve been waking up at every small noise during the night- the wind whistling, the house settling, leaves rustling outside. Usually, he’s the light sleeper but these days… These days it’s you. And he can tell it’s starting to take a toll on you. You’re tired during the days when you don’t get a good night’s sleep, the bags under your eyes deepening.

“That’s nice,” You murmur, “But I think we need a baseball bat. Or three.”

“And what do we need three baseball bats for?” Levi asks flatly, “Let’s stop with the documentaries so late at night. Would a home security system help?”

“Maybe…”

Levi puts you to bed so good that night, but you still come home with three baseball bats the next day.

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“Levi,” You mumble, shaking him awake, “Levi, did you hear that?”

It’s 2:40 AM and he’s already awake and throws the sheets off of him to get out of bed. He heard it too, the rustling, the loud footsteps and the jarring sound of knocking. You can’t tell if it’s coming from inside or outside and your heart is racing too fast for you to discern the origin of the noises.

He internally curses himself for not installing the home security system yet.

“Stay here,” Levi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be back in a few minutes-”

“What! No,” You protest fiercely, leaping out of bed and pulling your new baseball bat from under the bed. While you’re at it, you slip a pair of shorts over your bare legs and Levi rolls his eyes at you.

“Take your time, it’s not like we’re about to get robbed. Do you want to put your makeup on, too?” Levi snorts.

“Oh, yeah, good call. Tell them to wait for me to contour-” You roll your eyes and pinch him, “Is this a joke to you-”

He quickly shushes you by pulling you into his side and squeezing your hand as he quietly heads downstairs to the source of the noise. You can’t help but press your face into his shoulder nervously, while peeking with one eye open. Gripping his upper arm tightly, your nails pressing into his bicep, you whisper for him to be careful when he looks through the peephole of the front door.

You hear a chorus of laughter, drunken laughter and Levi sighs irritatedly. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” Levi grumbles.

“What? What is it?”

“Take a look for yourself,” Levi says, “It’s Connie, Jean and Sasha.”

You throw the door open and are greeted with three drunken fools with beaming smiles on their face that don’t seem to falter when they see your baseball bat.

“Oh my god,” You murmur, rubbing a hand over your face, “I thought we were getting robbed. I fuckin’ thought we were getting robbed, Levi.”

Levi subtly squeezes your hand and brushes his lips over your temple to quell your nerves. He sends a scathing look to the three troublemakers standing on the porch, without a care in the world.

“May I ask what the fuck you three are doing at our place of residence at three in the morning,” Levi says flatly.

“Yes! Yes you may,” Jean grins and winks at Levi.

It draws a surprised laugh from you.

“Wha’ had happened was…” Sasha starts with a bright smile.

“Our phones died and we kinda… forgot where we live,” Connie shrugs, not even bothering to look sheepish, “Besides, remember, you said! If we ever had to hide a dead body, you’d help us!”

“Please do not tell me that there’s a dead body to hide,” Levi sighs.

“We have your numbers an’ addresses mem’rized,” Sasha says, batting her eyelashes at you innocently.

That immediately pulls a wave of affection through you and you match their smiles in intensity. Levi doesn’t have the heart to tell you not to encourage their antics.

“I can’t believe you remember our address and not your own,” You mumble, pulling them in for tight hugs, “Come inside. You three are troublemakers.”

“Really?” Jean asks, his light brown eyes wide.

“We gave you our address and phone numbers for a reason,” Levi rolls his eyes, “It’s cold, get your asses inside.”

The three of them file inside in a straight line, looks of glee etched in their faces.

“Take your shoes off, please,” You request as you shut and lock the door behind you. Levi doesn’t miss you glancing at the locks twice just to make sure.

“Do you have-”

“Yes, Sasha, we have food,” Levi says, already heading into the kitchen, “I’ll give you some if you don’t spill.”

“How will you know I won’t spill until you give me food?” Sasha asks and you stifle a laugh.

You follow Levi into the kitchen after making sure that they’re comfortable and hug him from behind, your face pressed in between his shoulder blades. You yawn widely and kiss the back of his neck lightly.

“Can’t believe I thought we were going to get robbed,” You mutter, “Instead we have three drunk kids in our house.”

“I believed it for a sec, too,” Levi says, “Honestly, I would’ve preferred getting robbed to having three drunk kids in our house.”

You laugh into his shirt and swat his shoulder playfully. Levi flits around the kitchen with you at his back, warming up food and filling up glasses of water for the three of them. He can tell that the adrenaline is wearing off and that you’re getting sleepier and sleepier when you cling to him, always touching him even when he’s so close to you.

Peeling off of his back, you give him a sleepy smile and take two plates out to the dining table. Sasha immediately jumps up, abandoning whatever conversation she was in with Connie and Jean and sits in front of her plate.

“My mouth is watering,” Sasha moans, her stomach grumbling.

“Oi, get it together,” Jean chastises but sits next to her, “Food’s not goin’ anywhere.”

“Thanks Captain,” Connie grins, pupils still blown from alcohol, “And Missus Captain.”

“Missus? Who you callin’ missus?” You say, struggling to keep your face straight, “Maybe Levi’s mister-”

Levi rolls his eyes and listens to you bicker with Connie, and then Jean joins in before both of them start to tease you in good fun.

“So all three of you show up here with dead phones? Do you guys all share one brain cell?” You ask, “Usually it’s Jean, but I see that you decided to leave it at home tonight…”

“Hey!”

“Don’t be so mean…”

“...”

“What if something happened and you didn’t know how to get in contact with anyone?” You chide lightly, “Be more careful. Last thing we need is my three favorites getting in trouble-”

“Your three favorites! Ha! I knew it,” Jean says, bumping fists with Connie.

“That’s not what I meant,” You protest weakly, “You’re all my favorites-”

“It’s alright,” Sasha says with wink, “Your secret’s safe with us.”

You look to Levi for help with wide, dark eyes and he shakes his head for the millionth time that night.

“You three know better,” Levi says sternly, “Going out and getting drunk enough where none of you remember your address and none of you have a working phone amongst the three of you? What the hell were you thinking?”

“Oh, live a little, Captain,” Jean says airily, ignoring the flabbergasted look from Sasha.

“‘Sides, we remembered our address. We just wanted to see if you’d let us in,” Connie says smugly.

“The idiots who cried wolf,” You mutter with a smile and they all protest indignantly.

“Can’t believe you were about to beat us with a baseball bat,” Jean mutters.

“I thought we were being robbed-”

“If we were robbing you, we’d be inside the house, not outside-”

“Are you kidding me, Jean?” You groan, smacking your forehead with your palm for the fifth time that night, “I’ll keep that in mind next time we get intruders at 2:40 AM.”

“Do you get intruders at 2:40 AM often?”

“Don’t fuck with my beauty sleep, Kirstein,” You say, pointing a finger at the three of them accusingly.

“You don’t need any beauty sleep, ma’am,” Sasha says without missing a beat, “Captain thinks so, too.”

“Are you hitting on my girlfriend for me,” Levi deadpans.

Sasha only shrugs, finishing off the last spoonful of food in her plate. Connie takes all three of the empty plates to the sink, or he tries to. Levi stops him and pulls the plates from him and quickly washes them.

“You can sleep on our couch tonight, it’s already late. We have some extra chargers, I plugged them in over there,” You point to the corner of your living room, “We’ll bring out extra blankets and pillows.”

You know Levi is cringing at the thought of outside clothes on the couch, so you offer them some freshly washed pajamas of yours and Levi’s. Levi leaves water for them on the coffee table in case they wake up in the middle of the night and finally, finally brings you back to bed with him. You peel your shorts off and slide into bed with him, already curling into his side.

“Can’t believe them,” You mumble sleepily, but fondly.

“Oh really? I can,” Levi snorts.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” You reply with your eyes closed, “And don’t wake me up before nine.”

The next morning, after Sasha, Connie and Jean leave, you and Levi work on installing the new home security system in your house and at your insistence-

“Fine. You can keep those fuckin’ baseball bats.”

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tags: @simpingmaize

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #aot x reader #snk x reader

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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Big Bro Dabi- (PLATONIC) Dabi x Reader

Anonymous: I saw request were opened and i wanted to request a dabi related one. It could be HC or a short story its all up to you, but what about the reader kinda of being a little sister to dabi? (Not by blood ) like she was a villain herself in the league and dabi and her get close and form a close brother sister bond, but after a mission shes left behind and captured by the heros what happens from there is up to you! But i always wanted to see how dabi would be in the role of a big bro

Omg anon this is such a cool idea I read this and I am completely in love with a big brother Dabi!!!

I broke this up into a mini fic, HC, and then the request is at the bottom (cause I may or may not have gone a little overboard with the idea *u*)

Also- this is a completely PLATONIC bother and sister relationship between y/n and Dabi, nothing romantic at all!

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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How You Met:

“Don't touch me!” the girl pleaded frantically, her hands and face covered in dirt and soot, her clothes tattered.

Dani stared at her terrified face, confusion riddled in his brows.

She didn’t look scared of him, no-she was scared of herself. Her arms were riddled with cuts and bruises from her quirk-she obviously didn’t have control over it.

A memory flitted into his body, making his body cringe from pain-he remembered when he couldn’t control his quirk, the effects of that permanently set into his skin.

He looked at the girl, empathy he hadn’t felt in a very long time filling his stomach. He crouched down, holding out a scarred hand.

The girl stared at him with shocked, tear stained eyes.

“Didn’t you listen to me?!?” you yelled, panic in your voice, “I said don’t touch me-I’m dangerous!”

“What’s so bad about being dangerous?” Dabi questioned, making you go silent.

“Your quirk isn’t a bad thing,” he continued, “it’s just powerful.”

He gave himself a small minute to think-if you could join the League and control that quirk of yours, you could be a good asset to the team. It was powerful, and even though you didnt have a handle on it right now, didnt mean you couldnt learn how to.

“Come with me,” he commanded gently, “I can help you-you won’t hurt yourself anymore.”

You kept staring at his hand, the purple skin becoming a blur in your tears.

“But I’ll hurt you.”

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head.

“You won’t-you see how scarred my skin is? That’s because I couldn’t control my quirk either-the scarred skin doesn’t feel sensations all too well. But I learned though, and I'm fine. And you will too-just take my hand. I promise you’ll be okay.”

You stared at his face, your chest heavily slightly with the comforting thought of being with someone who finally wanted to help you, and who understood what you were going through.

You slowly took his hand, allowing him to help you from the ground.

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Big Brother Dabi HC

Nobody knew how overprotective Dabi would be

He’s very good at giving you space, but if he sees any man so much as glance at you

He is going to give them a glare that could kill

It probably can

Pray for the boys that try to flirt or ask you out

You will have to literally restrain Dabi because he will want to char them to a crisp

Is a total dick all the time

Like he will randomly snatch up your phone and hold it up because he is a GIANT and smirk at you as you try and get it back

Will scold you for using cuss words but will use them himself

Hates seeing you cry- he will let you cry in peace first and then come after with your fav food and will listen to what’s wrong

If somebody actually made you cry- Jesus Christ he will find them and hurt them so bad they will have to go to the ER

This man dont play around

You and Toga will most likely be super close like sisters and all three of you will be wrecking havoc

You and Toga have begged Dabi to let you two do his makeup

Always tells you straight up “Hell no”

Doesn’t mean you won’t put it on his face when he sleeps right?

Almost burnt your face off when he woke up and found himself gliterry eyeliner and lipstick

Asks you for help when he dyes his hair and you have to get a step stool to reach his head

He is so TALLLLL

Is constantly forcing you to train

He knows you hate it and he isn’t very fond of it either but it’s good bonding time

But he’s just terrified he’ll lose you in battle one day and he can’t even stand the idea of it

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FIC: Getting Taken Hostage By the Heroes

“Holy shit-Dabi!” you gasped, pointing at the bodies coming towards you ,the sound of poilce sirens filling the air.

Dabi followed your outstretched finger, seeing why you were so worried- you two had been cornered in a matter of seconds.

“How the hell did they figure out our plan?” Dabi asked as you both broke out in a run, trying to get hidden in the trees of the forest you were currently in.

Shigaraki had split up the League earlier in order to get a better success of the mission- Him and Black Mist would be giving commands, while Toga and Twice actually went in to do the dirty work of the mission. All you and Dabi had to do was keep watch outside, something you both found insignificant and boring. But you didn't expect the police to show up, let alone the Heroes.

“How the hell- am I supposed to know?!” you panted, trying to keep up with Dabi’s pace. “We just need to get out-”

Footsteps were getting louder behind you, shouts of the Heroes trying to follow your path making your heart beat reverently against your rib cage. You didn't want to think about getting caught by the heroes- you knew they couldn't do anything to harm you, it was against their whole moral basis for their profession, but the thought of going on trial and dealing with not being free to do what you wanted made your spine shiver. You would never let somebody control your life- you’d rather die than do that.

Dabi kept on running, the night making it hard to see in front of him. He secretly felt grateful for having such a tall stature, because he was able to run quickly and get some distance with the heroes. You, though, weren't so lucky- he was hoping that you were holding up and able to follow him, even if you had a hard time keeping up. The heroes sounded to be getting closer, and he couldn't help but feel a small jolt of fear: if they caught him or you, you both would be done for, and he couldn't stand the idea of you getting caught-

A scream filled the night air, making his blood run cold.

“DABI!” you shrieked, feeling a rough hand wrap around your arm. One of the heroes had finally caught up to you, using his powerful strength to pull you from running back to Dabi.

Dabi swiveled around, unable to find you. God damn it- he should have checked to make sure you were right behind him. What the hell was he thinking? Dabi cursed at himself, panic and fury filling in his stomach as he heard his name being screamed again.

He looked at the trees, trying to figure out which opening would lead to you. Why the hell did you have to get caught?

He quickly decided on a direction, going into a sprint as anger began to rise in his stomach. Whoever caught you and was making you that scared was going to fucking pay- nobody hurt the people he loved.

Dabi had begun to regard you like a sister, seeing alot of himself in you: you at first had trouble controlling your quirk, making you feel terrified of yourself and weak. But as he began to train you, he realized he found himself growing to like you: you were snarky, sarcastic as hell, and silly enough to even make him chuckle a little. You were beginning to be something of a little sister to him, and he was willing to do anything to protect you.

“Stop squirming!” the hero commanded, his strength making your arm begin to tingle with pain.

“Go to hell!” you spat back, not caring you were being disrespectful.

“DABI!” you screamed again, continuing to fight against the hero. You felt trapped, like a prey getting caught by a predator.

You heard another pair of feet run behind you, your heart sinking seeing that they were not Dabi’s but yet another Hero.

“You caught one of them?” the new comer asked, making you shoot daggers into their eyes.

“Yes, but she’s not cooperating,” the other struggled to say as you fought against their grip.

The new Hero looked at your with scorn, your desperate attempts to flee making him frown.

“Maybe some time at the station will make them calm down,” they commented, the other nodding in agreement.

You eyes became wide with fear, your stomach feeling heavy.

“Your both fucking hilarious, thinking I’m going to go there! Your asses are going to be dead!” you retorted, making them both a little shocked you would so outright cuss them out.

“I’d watch your mouth-”

“Lets just take her!” the other interrupted his comrade, the latter grunting in distatse as they began to drag you away.

Fear erupted in your stomach as you were unable to get yourself away from the Heroes. You refused to get taken by them- you weren't going without a fight. You began clawing and kicking like an animal, not caring you were most likely hurting the Hero.

“Dabi! DABI!” you screamed out again- he wasnt that far away when you had gotten caught- he was okay right?- he heard you, didnt he?- he couldnt have gotten caught-

The new comer looked back, throwing a confused dirty look at your struggling form. “Who is she even calling to?”

The hero holding onto you stopped abruptly, looking at a figure in front of him.

The other noticed his sudden change, looking over his shoulder to find himself face to face with Dabi, his lazy smirk sending a wave of comfort to envelope your body.

“She’s calling for me,” he answered, his voice steady and strong. “Now, if you let her ago, you two wont get hurt- that bad.”

“You really think we’d give up that easy?! You’re crazy,” the newcomer retorted, taking on a battle stance.

You stared at Dabi, the pain in your arm pulsing as you watched his expression. Fear began to ripple inside you- to anyone who saw Dabi, he looked calm and collected- bored even. But you knew him too well- the clench in his jaw and the fire in his eyes told you he was furious, and when he was furious, he wasnt afraid to kill.

“Alright,” he shrugged, rolling his eyes, “suit yourself.”

Just then, you felt the intense grip on your arm release, the hero cryng out in pain as his arm became painted with his own blood. You looked to your side, hearing the manic giggles of Toga as she hide in the trees, her knives glinting in the moonlight. Twice then tackled the latter Hero, making them curse as they fought with the multitude of clones he created.

A smile enveloped on your face- you were safe. Your friends had your back.

Your vision became to froth with purple and black mist, knowing full well that Kurogiri was close by as your body began to sink into his portal-like quirk. You noticed the others began to do the same, Toga slinking in to her own with a love sink grin with Twice following behind.

Only Dabi didnt step into his own.

Just before you fully submerged, you watched Dabi look at the battered heroes with hatred. He raised his scarred hand, your vision turning a dangerous color of fiery blue as he activated his quirk, painting the night icy white.

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angelicwolf98 · 6 years ago

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Dark Anticipations

A/N: This is my first time posting fanfic on here so please go easy on me. I wrote this almost two years ago, so, for now, it's unedited. My writing has greatly improved since then, so I want to see what people think of the story and see if it’s worth rewriting or not.

Pairings: platonic!Mark x OC, platonic!Jack x OC

Warnings: mild violence

Pain.

That’s the first thing my brain is able to register as I slowly regain consciousness. A dull, throbbing pain that reverberates throughout my skull.

What happened? Where am I?

Then I hear the voices. Fear grips my heart at the realization that I’m not alone. Continuing to feign sleep, I do my best to listen in on the conversation, hoping it could shed some light on what the heck’s going on.

There are two voices, both male. One voice has a deep baritone, while the other is more high pitched with an accent that I can’t quite place. These voices sound so familiar, yet I can’t put my finger on where I’ve heard them before.

“How long do you think she’ll be asleep?” the accented voice asks.

“I don’t know,” the deep voice responds. “From what I can tell, she took a pretty hard hit to the head, so she may be out a while.”

“I just don’t understand why they brought her here. I mean, what do they want with a freaking kid?”

The deep voice sighed, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

A sudden wave of intense pain shoots through my head, causing me to involuntarily groan.

“I think she’s waking up,” the accent says.

“Hey, are you okay?”

A large hand is placed on my arm, startling me. I quickly sit up and crawl backward as fast as I can until a wall prevents me from moving any further.

“Whoah, hey! Easy, easy. It’s all right, we’re not gonna hurt you,” the deep voice says.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm my pounding heart, I finally focus on these two strangers. The minute I look up at them, my jaw drops. I now realize why their voices had sounded so familiar; it’s because I know exactly who these guys are. I mean, how could I not! I watch their Youtube videos every single day!

I glanced at the man to my left. He had dark brown hair that was flipped to the side, facial hair that was more stubble than anything else, and bright brown eyes that were filled with concern. He had tan skin, and his facial features suggested that he was probably part Asian. He was pretty built, but his muscles seemed relaxed, and his hands were slightly raised in a non-threatening way.

Focusing on the other man, I can tell that he’s slightly built too, even though he’s much skinnier than his friend. His dark brown hair is similar to the other guy’s, except it’s more spiked at the top. This man’s facial hair is more grown out, but not to the extent of being called an actual beard. He has pale, white skin, and cerulean blue eyes that are also filled with concern.

“Are you okay, lass?” the pale guy asks in his accent.

Lass…

His accent…

It’s Irish…

I mentally slap myself for not recognizing this sooner. Still gaping at these two men, I struggle to find my voice.

“Y-you’re, you’re Markiplier…” I stutter towards the Asian. “And you’re… Jacksepticeye…” I look at the Irish man in awe. Their concern soon turns into surprise.

“So… you do know who we are?” Jack asks. I can only nod. Of course, I know who they are! They’re two of the biggest names on Youtube! Well, on the gaming side of Youtube, anyway.

As the shock of seeing my two idols finally wore off, my mind was immediately bombarded with a million questions. What are they doing here? What am I doing here? Where exactly is “here”?

I glance around to find that we’re in some kind of filthy, dank holding cell. The only piece of furniture is an equally filthy single mattress that lays at my feet. I’m guessing that’s where I’d been laying only a few minutes before. I see a rusted bed frame in the far corner, which is probably where the mattress came from. Seeing just how aged and fragile the metal looked, I can understand why they would choose to lay on the floor instead of the bed.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions,” Mark speaks up, “and I promise we’ll answer as much as we can. Is it all right if we sit with you?” He asks this hesitantly, and I can tell he’s trying his best to show he means me no harm. I hesitantly nod, and they both sit on either side of me.

I don’t know how long we sat there talking, but what I do know is that as time passed, I began to feel more comfortable around them, more…safe. I told them that my name was Hailey Peters and I had just turned fifteen only two weeks prior. I explained that all I could remember was that I went for a walk after being cooped up inside all day due to a heavy snow closing school. I slipped on some ice, hit my head, and before everything went dark, I had seen two pairs of glowing eyes looking down at me.

Mark and Jack tensed as I said that. I looked up at them, seeing the distress in their eyes.

“You know who brought us here, don’t you?”

Mark sighed, “You wouldn’t believe us.”

“Try me.”

“You know our evil alter egos, that the fans made up and we brought them to life in our videos?” Mark asked.

I nodded. I knew all about Jack’s and Mark’s demonic alter egos, or better known as Antisepticeye and Darkiplier.

“Well, somehow, they’re real…and they’re the ones who took us…” Jack continued.

I let this new information sink in. Dark and Anti are real… and they kidnapped us… no. No no no no no. Heck no!

I stood up and faced the two Youtubers.

“Look, I may be one of those fangirls that squeals every time Dark or Anti makes an appearance in your videos, but I know fact from fiction!” I started rambling, “I mean, what is this, a fanfic! There’s no way Darkiplier and Antisepticeye are real!”

“Oh, but my dear, we are very real.”

I froze as a deep, demonic voice spoke behind me. Mark and Jack jumped up quickly, their eyes wide with fear as they stared at the figure behind me. I slowly turned around and came face to face with not one, but two demonic beings. The very beings that I didn't believe existed until now… Darkiplier and Antisepticeye.

They looked completely identical to Mark and Jack, but at the same time, were completely different. Dark was clad in his usual attire of a white dress shirt and grey suit, which matched his deathly grey skin. Anti wore black torn jeans and a black t-shirt that was stained with the blood that dripped from the slit in his throat. His pasty, white skin had a greenish hue to it, while Dark was surrounded by a blue and red aura of light.

I gasped in fear and began to back away from the demons before I felt a firm hand grip my shoulder and pull me backward. The next thing I know, Mark was standing in front of me, shielding me from Dark’s piercing red eyes. Jack moved forward a bit, trying to keep his counterpart’s malicious green eyes on him instead of me.

I was silently grateful for them attempting to keep me out of harm’s way, even though we had just met. Because I knew very well what these alter egos were capable of, and the fact that they were alive terrified me.

“Ḑ̣̔̄ò̘̐ͅ ̫͚̀̕y̖̭͆͗ỏ̠̣́û̘̞́ ̣̙̂̆b̛̫̱̆ė̢͍̈́l̳̰͂͠ì̝͖̾e̪̲͂̓v̜̲́̓e̱͚͂͒ ̟̥̀͛w̬͖͒̈́ĕ̼͙͋'̞̼̈́́r̬̻̒̔e̝̱͊͠ ͖͓̇͝ŕ̯͆͜e͚͓̅͊a͕̘͌̈́l̩̙̎͝ ̨̗̍͐n̛͔̩̆o̩̙̾̽ẉ̬̂͐,͍̈́̉ͅ ̫̳̇̊H̥̤̄͘a̩͇͛̚i̳̘̊̊l̫̜̅͝e͈͚͆̈́ý̢̗͐?” Anti asked with a psychotic smile.

My heart skipped a beat at the fact he knew my name. Jack placed his hands on my shoulders as Mark kept his stance between me and the demons, both men's eyes never leaving the glares of their egos.

“What do you want, Dark?” Mark finally asked.

Dark smirked, “I thought it would be obvious. We’re here for the girl.”

My body shook with fear, and I felt Jack’s grip tighten on my shoulders.

“Over our dead bodies,” Jack growled.

The demons chuckled. “W̲̑e͊ͅ'̱͑l̼̽l̝̕ ͓̐g̈́͜l̮̉a͎̿d̙̔l͙͝y̰͠ ̫͛t͚̋a̠͋k͙̎ẽ̱ ̖̈́ṷ͛p̲̊ ̪̎ṭ̀h͇̑ḛ̀ ̡͆o̖͗f̠͒f̛̹e̮̕r̂͜…”

“Once our plan is complete.”

Dark flicked his hand, sending Mark and Jack flying across the cell. They slammed against the wall, Jack slid to the ground while Mark crashed into the old bed frame, causing it to completely fall apart. Before I could even react, Dark and Anti grabbed my arms and dragged me away. I kicked and screamed, fighting with all my might, but it was no use. I was powerless against these two demons.

“Hailey!!”

I heard my name echo through the hallway as Mark and Jack threw themselves at the cell bars, all the while yelling threats and curses at the demons. Dark and Anti took no acknowledgment of it as the dragged me into a room and tied me to a chair. By this point, I was crying, my anxiety spiking to new heights.

“What do you want with me?!”

Anti chuckled maliciously, “Y͋͜ó̭u͕̔ ̢̈s̢͂ȇ̲e̬̾,̠͝ ̭̽ḱ̪ĩ̢t̫͊t̮̓e͍͗n̦̐,” I cringed at that nickname, “ĕ͉v̘́e̱̓n̰͠ ̣̅t͔͆h͓͂o̭̚u̝͆g̤͠h̛͕ ͈́ẅ́ͅe̠͂ ̥̌a̬̋r̨̅e̠̋ ̥̀o̤̾ư̫r̨̂ ̻̂o̺͐w̼͝n̡͊ ̺̉ḇ̈́e̥͝ǐ̠ñ͓ǵ͜ŝ͕,o͆ͅů̗ṟ̆ ̼̈́ẽ̢s̺̓s̡̚e̩̽n͇̋c̤̈́e̝̾ ̣͐ị̌s͚̃ ̙͑ŝ̟t̯̾ȋ͖l̐ͅl̰̎ ̮̄c̞̈́o͓̔ṇ̽n̦̅e̦͂ç͝t͉̃e̺̎ḍ̓ ͂ͅt̠̽o͌ͅ ͉̉t̠̾h̖͊o̯͆ş̐e̛ͅ ̧̓m͕̋o̤͛r̞̄o̭͆ṅ̢s̝͗.W͐ͅh͚̉ḯ̗c̼͂h̻̀ ̲̕m̹͒e͙͛a̺͑ň͕s̟̓ ̦͐ị̚f̥͗ ̜̆t͖̓h̭͑e̠͌y̼͝ ̻̍d̼͒ì̻ẹ̉…”

“…we die.” Dark continued. “While we can hurt them all we want, we can’t kill them without killing ourselves. So to free us of this, we need the blood of our makers, and the essence of an untainted soul.” Dark smirked at the as my mind struggled to wrap around this information. They needed my soul… They were going to take my soul…

“Ẇ͙e͑͜'̺͗v̜͐ë͓́ ̧͝n͎̑e̖͊v̝̏e̜̚ȓ͚ ͕͝s̲͠e̜̾ẻ̱ṅ̞ ͍͝s͓̅ō̼m̱̈́ė̝ō̜ṇ́e̪̾ ̦͋s̪̚o̪̓ ͖͐p̡̈́u̖̅r̯͝e͔̾,” Anti said as he scraped his fingernails across the blade of a very large knife. Dark slowly walked behind me as Anti continued to speak, “I̲͌t͎̑ ̜͘w͙̚ȃͅs̱̎ ̣̇a̺̎l̼̒l̦͝ ̐ͅs̨̑o̼̒ ̬̈p̲̈́e͕̍r͕͌f̣̄e̼̋č͚t̳̍,̬͂ ͚̋u̦̓ś̢ ̫͒f̺͐i̧̓n͚͋d̮͘i͕̎ñ͍g̬̽ ̰͠t͖̚h̡̍ḛ̆ ̳́v͍̎é̥r͍̾y̘͝ ͙̃t̯̆h̫͝ĭ̞n̡̕g̜̐ ̦͐w͙͐e̼͘ ͓͐ṉ̉ě̳e̝̓d̟͐e̝̔ď̥ ͎̊m͔̂o̫͝s̡̏ẗ̺́.”

“And now, we can finally be free.” Dark was now standing behind me. He gripped my hair painfully tight and yanked my head back, exposing my neck. Anti walked towards me, an insane glint in his green eyes as he raised the blade. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that there was no escape. Just as I felt the cool metal touch my delicate skin, a loud bang filled the room.

“W̧̊h̗̿à̤t͖̄ ̧̎t̮̄h͍̎e̝̒—”

I opened my eyes just in time to see Jack smack Anti across the face with a metal pipe. He fell to the ground.

“How did you—” Before Dark could finish, Mark tackled him to the ground and stabbed him in the chest with a knife he had grabbed off the wall. Mark began untying my hands from behind me while Jack worked at the ropes around my feet.

“How’d you get out?” I asked as the astonishment wore off.

“Took a screw from the bed frame. Picked the lock,” Jack huffed breathlessly.

Suddenly, I saw movement behind him. Just as I yelled in warning, Anti lunged at Jack and pinned him to the ground. Jack used all his strength to hold Anti’s arm back, which still held the knife. Mark freed my hands and rushed to help his friend as I finished untying my feet. Once I was finally free, I looked up to see Anti lying on the ground with his very own knife protruding from his chest. Before I could say anything, Mark grabbed my hand and we all bolted out the door, ran through the maze of hallways, and finally found the exit. But we didn't stop there.

Once we were outside, we continued to run, trying to put as much distance between them and us. We kept running until we couldn't run anymore. By the time we stopped, the building we had escaped was miles away. All three of us collapsed as we caught our breath. It was only now that I realized we’re in the middle of a forest.

“Hailey, are you okay?” Jack asked breathlessly. I looked at him with tired eyes.

“I-I don’t know…” I then told the boys everything that had occurred while we were separated. When they heard about the demons’ plan, their faces fell in defeat. I knew what they were thinking. As long as Dark’s essence is attached to Mark’s, and Anti’s to Jack’s, then they weren’t really dead. They’d be back, and probably very ticked off.

Mark hoisted himself up. “Come on, we should keep moving. Who knows how long we have before…” He trailed off, but Jack and I both knew what he meant. We were all thinking it. We may have escaped, and we may be safe. But the question was, for how long?

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marvelmymarvel · 7 years ago

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Caged Sadness

Lucifer x Reader

Synopsis: A bad night at the bar leads an old lover to show up in your motel room after feeling your pain. When you urge him away, you find another way to find him and get the secrets to why he’s always around.

You hated it. Every stinking blonde girl that walked by, got his attention. Rolling your eyes as you noticed his lingering eyes and his disinterest in your story. Grabbing your beer bottle, you downed it before sliding off the chair, “I’m done...” you snapped and his head snapped to yours. “What” he whispered as you shook on your coat, “I’ll get my own room, you have fun with busty Betty” you snarled before storming out. “One room please” you snapped at the receptionist, she frowned at your angry behavior but placed the key on the desk anyway. You slid it off the desk and walked over to the room. Opening the door, you flicked the lights on, looking around you were happy to see that it wasn't that bad for 20 bucks.

Placing your bag down as you walked into the bathroom. Turning the bath faucet on, you let the warm water run along your hand as you groaned in euphoria. Finally. All you wanted to do was take a bath and go to bed, but Dean had pulled you to the bar considering Sam said no. And now, you were here. Shutting the faucet off, you stepped into the tub, sinking into the hot water, you felt all of your muscles relax. Moaning in relief, you began to massage your arms and legs. These boys had you really pushing your body to the limit, but you wouldn't change it for the world, you would only change Dean. An hour into your bath, you had both washed up and added more hot water, not wanting to leave the steamy bathroom. The smell of your flowery shampoo filled the room as you let out the water with a sigh. You were hypnotized by the way the lukewarm cloudy liquid flowed down the drain, making a little whirlpool as you used to call it as a kid. You stood up carefully, grabbing the cheap towel the motel gave you, luckily for you, you got two. You dried off your body and wrapped your hair up in the other towel. Changing into pajamas you began to brush your teeth. Your toothbrush stilled as you heard the door open. Grabbing your phone you looked at the time, 3 am.

You squatted down and grabbed the handgun from your duffle bag, cocking the top of it you walked towards the door, toothbrush hanging from your mouth and all. Opening the door you swung out into the room, gun raised and ready for action. You opened fire seeing a man in the corner, but only for the lights to flick on and you to see who it was. Lowering the gun you sighed taking the toothbrush out. “Really” you started but he just smiled sheepishly at you. “A 3 AM Booty Call ain't happening” you called out before walking back into the bathroom. Leaning over, you spit out the foam, standing up you saw him behind you in the mirror as he lifted his fingers to play with your wet hair. “I thought you missed me” he whispered before wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh... you thought now did you” you whispered while looking at him in disappointment. “You can't be here Luc” you hissed as you walked out of the bathroom, shutting the light off as you passed. “I can be here thank you” he whispered as you sat on the edge of your bed, plugging in your phone. “This whole, thing,” you motioned between you two “Cant be a thing” you stated while rubbing your head in annoyance. You looked at him sadly as he leaned against the door frame. “Luc” you whispered as he walked forward, he grabbed your wrists, making you think that this was in fact real. You cried out at the touch, it didn't hurt you physically, but you felt your heart breaking all over again. You hated that you fell for him, you hated yourself every day. When he was thrown to hell years ago you thought you could let it all go, but he was tied to you. You prayed for God to forgive you, to separate you two, for you couldn't stand the sin any longer. “Luc... please just... I can't bear this” you sobbed out, putting your head in your hands as you cried harder. Your heart was breaking into a million pieces and he could sense that. “I can't stand to see you anymore-” you started louder looking up, to see that he was gone. It was quiet in the room as your lip trembled. A sob echoed out and you slammed your hand over your mouth trying to stay quiet as you cried and cried till there was nothing left to cry.

You woke up hungover and puffy faced to a pounding on the door. “Come on y/n you have 20 minutes!” Sam called out. But you weren't coming with them. You grabbed a bowl and the necessary supplies, slicing your hand, you hissed, letting the blood drip into the bowl. Swiping the match you dropped it, the fire erupted and you stared at it, hoping for something, only to feel an arm wrap around your waist. You whirled around, face to face with Crowley made you calm down, thankful that it worked.

“You rang?” he purred and you nodded, “Take me down,” you said slowly. “Down?” Crowley asked and you nodded “I need to talk to him Crowl” you whispered. He looked at you with worry evident on his face “Love-” but the knocking cut him off as you both looked at the door. “Please” you begged “Y/N?” Sam called out “Alright then darling” Crowley whispered before grabbing your waist. “Y/N!” Sam screamed hearing Crowley's voice. The door broke down right as you zapped away with Crowley, leaving the youngest Winchester in shambles and afraid to tell his brother what happened.

Hell was, well, Hell. The moans and groans of the souls around you made you squeamish as you soon realized that you’d be having nightmares for a very long time after this. You gripped onto Crowley as he opened a door, there was holy fire surrounding the cage as you stepped onto a balcony with him. Crowley nodded at the cage and you began to descend the steps, quiet to you, but Luc knew someone was there. “Luc” you called out, making him turn from his corner. He looked at you confused, then up to Crowley in anger.

Luc smudged the spell alongside his cage which made the fire go out, you backed up but then were teleported into the cage. Your breath was taken away from you as he cornered you in the cage. “I don't know who you are inside of her, but get. out.” Luc snarled into your face. You cringed at the anger and ferocity as his red eyes gleamed angrily. “Luc it's me, I’m not possessed...” You tried to reassure by touching his shoulder but he shoved your hands back forcibly making you whimper in pain. “She is not a meat suit for you to use Crowley” Luc snarled back at him as you held your hand which felt sprained. “Crowley, get me out of here-” you started as you tried to run to the other side of the cage. Luc pushed you down and you groaned in pain as your head hit the metal bar. He straddled you and held down your wrists making you cry out when he gripped the sprained one even harder. “Luci it's me” you cried out trying to reach him with your face “IT’S ME.” The break in your voice snapped him out of it as he realized you, in fact, weren't possessed. He let go of you and flew off of you as you laid there breathing heavily. You cried out as you tried to sit up, scooting along your butt to the edge of the cage you gripped onto your wrist. Whimpering at the now broken bones inside. A hand covered your wrist and you flinched looking up at Luc. A light came from his hand as he healed you, you groaned at the feeling of the bones snapping together but it was all over once it was healed. “Why are you here” he whispered darkly. Now, he was angry at you, and the real you at that. “I needed to talk to you” you croaked out defensively like you had a right to be here. He shook his head, lip quivering in anger, “this could be a trap, you could be in danger” he whispered as he gripped your face in his hand. “I won't hurt her” Crowley called out “Not unless she gets in my way.”

The last sentence made Luc stand up “I swear to my Dad that if you lay one finger on her I will break out of this cage myself and so help me, you will be wishing you were dead” Luc snarled like a rabid dog against the cage bars. “Can we talk, please... So I can get out of here” you begged while grabbing his hand and pulling him back from the bars and away from the only person who could get you home. Luc sat down and pressed his lips to your nose, “anything for my pumpkin” he purred which made you roll your eyes at his attempt of sweet talk. “Why are you around me still,” you asked. It was a question you had ever since he showed his face after he fell. You thought you lost him forever, you were free from your sin, but then he popped up everywhere you went, and it hurt you. “I don't know” he stated calmly, “You’re the only person I really care about” he answered plainly “that means that I can feel your emotions stronger than anyone else can, and I hate feeling your sadness. So I project myself to you so you won't be alone like I am when I’m sad.” His confession made your heart break even more as you cupped his cheek, “How do I break the bond” you croaked out. It was the hardest thing you ever had to ask, but enough was enough. He looked up at you and sighed, “It can’t be taken away... You and I are marked.” he whispered. Your eyes widened at this as you understood then why he was so addicting, why he was only kind to you, why he only cared about you. “My father, for some reason, decided to mark me to a human, specifically you. Called it, humanizing” He stated like it was a boring topic for him. But it all fell into place for you, “God did this” you pressed and he nodded “Yep, God did.” You nodded finally realizing that no matter what, he would feel your pain, and no matter what he would always be there, behind bars or not.

Arriving back on earth, you thanked Crowley. “He won't bother me anymore, he promised me that.... but I needed to know why he was attached to me, so thank you,” you whispered and he nodded while showing his phone to you. “20 missed calls from Squirrel. I think he missed ya” He teased and you rolled your eyes as you heard the Impala approaching. He disappeared right as the Impala stopped, Dean ran out and encased you in a hug, apologizing for ignoring you at the bar, but you just hugged him back. Maybe you could move on, you thought as you hugged him harder, maybe God would let you.

tags: @hell-itwasyou

#lucifer imagine #lucifer imagines #supernatural imagine #supernatural imagines #lucifer supernatural #supernatural fanfiction

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peridoll-movedagain · 7 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Amethyst/Peridot (Steven Universe) Characters: Amethyst (Steven Universe), Peridot (Steven Universe) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Halloween Summary:

Autumn Amedot Week Prompt 1; Halloween. A Halloween night that was meant to be fun turns nightmarish as Peridot faces the ultimate horror movie scenario.

(I’m not really 100% happy with this, but I really wanted to do SOMETHING for Amedot Week, so here we are.)

FULL FIC UNDER THE CUT AS WELL

“Hey, it’s me. If you’re a telemarketer, please leave me alone. Otherwise, leave a message after the beep. Maybe I’ll get back to you in the next millennia, but you really should just message me on Facebook. What’re you doing calling my phone, anyway? What is this, the early 2000s? Who do you think I-” The message tone cut off the girl with its blaring beep, and Peridot rolled her eyes.

“Amethyst, it’s Peridot,” Peridot started, giving Pumpkin’s leash a light tug to guide her away from a temptingly muddy puddle on the grassy side of the sidewalk. She scuffled along in her hard-soled slippers, her costume makeup already done. The Pomeranian bounced on ahead of her, sniffing at a small bush with shriveled flowers. “You were supposed to be at my house two hours ago! Where are you?! We’re already late for the party as it is, but now you’ve marred yourself as a completely unreliable ride! Anyway, call me back when you get this message so I know you’re not dead in a ditch. Or text me, whatever.” With a huff, Peridot aggressively tapped the hang up button and stuffed her phone into her sweatshirt pocket as a gust of cool night wind buffeted against her hooded head.

It had rained all day but despite the swamped yards and treacherous, pot-hole filled roads, trick-or-treaters young and old braved the neighborhood streets. Half of her own bowl of candy had already been picked through. Peridot hadn’t even planned to be at home this year, she was supposed to be at a party away from yelling children. Instead, she had been answering the door over and over and over for two hours straight, and finally said fuck it and escaped out the back door with her pet, leaving the bowl of candy to the mercy of children who didn’t understand the meaning of ‘take two’!

Admittedly, the young woman felt a little dorky out and about with a faceful of makeup by herself. She feared some people thought she was a middle schooler on the prowl for candy as well, but she was 22 and far too old for such traditions… At least to be doing it by herself. ‘No,’ she thought to herself, ‘Seriously, I’m way too old to be trick-or-treating. Yeah, Halloween parties with like-minded adults dressed in overly sexualized costumes of mustard bottles is more my speed… Ugh.’

Amethyst had the audacity to invite her to a cruddy party, insist that it wouldn’t be the same without her, then fall completely off the grid when it came time to pick her up? Her excuse better be that she was dead in a ditch. That would be sufficient enough.

“C’mon, Pumpkin,” Peridot cooed at her dog, whose tail wagged madly in response. “Let’s head back, I guess. Maybe Ames will make an appearance soon…” A shiver ran down her spine as she gazed out into the dark, open street. Leaves swirled into eerie figures in the distance. “…Hopefully.” Suddenly feeling nervous, Peridot scooped up her puppy and cradled her close, speed walking in the direction they had come from. Most of the swarms of costumed children had moved on from this street and onto the next, and her block of houses was nearly abandoned. She could spot her homey one-story abode in the distance and broke into a hurried jog.

She took her front steps two at a time and dug through her back sweatpants pockets with one hand, Pumpkin safely tucked under her arm, frantically searching for her house keys. A presence loomed somewhere nearby, and she swore she heard something shuffling in the brush, but when she glanced back, there was nothing. Shaking her head in hopes of dispelling the irrational paranoia, she then checked her sweatshirt pocket for the keys, but couldn’t find them there either. With a frustrated groan, she descended the stairs once again and went to reach into the cranberry bush beside the rails-

“RAHH!” A masked figure leaped out of the bush beside her, waving around a chainsaw that roared to life. Peridot yelped, jumping back with eyes wide, but a second later grew oddly calm.

“C’mon, Amethyst, you need to try harder than that!” The figure lowered her weapon in defeat, letting the growl of the fake prop die off. She lifted her Jason-styled killer hockey mask from her face, revealing cat whiskers and a severe black winged cat eye. “Everyone knows Jason doesn’t have a chainsaw, that’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre! Get it? Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”

Amethyst cracked a cheeky grin, rubbing her elbow. “Aww, shucks. I thought I could get you pretty good! Why didn’t you shit yourself?”

“Because,” with a snort, Peridot gave her girlfriend a playful shove to the shoulder. “You’re not exactly the most intimidating person, even behind the mask. I mean- you’re scary, just not in that way.” Amethyst’s face dropped, and she pouted.

“You’re too harsh. And critical. And a giant nerd,” with each verbal jab, she poked Peridot’s ticklish sides, making the woman squirm and jerk away.

“Hey, stop that-!” Holding in a bubble of giggles, Peridot escaped the attack and reached back into the cranberry bush for the hidden key that she had velcroed to the side of the staircase. “What’s wrong with you, anyway? Do you know how late you are?” Amethyst snatched Pumpkin from Peridot’s arms, kissing her all over her tiny dog face and cooing sweetly.

“I know, Pumpkin, isn’t Mommy such a hardass? Say it with me, ha-r-d-ass!” The puppy yipped in response, her entire fluffy body wiggling in the girl’s grip. Peridot unlocked the front door at last with a clunk, and she grabbed the now-barren candy bowl that sat on the porch chair.

“Hey! Shut up, you’re the hardass,” the blonde countered, pulling off her hood and letting her messy mop of bleached hair free. “Hold on, I gotta get dressed still.”

“Well come on! Hurry up! What’re you waiting for?!”

“I’m not the one who disappeared for two hours!” Peridot snapped, lingering at the front door entrance as Amethyst hopped up the porch stairs after her. “Where were you, anyway?”

“Oh, you know, just… somewhere.” With a sneaky wink, Amethyst set Pumpkin down on the floor and the puppy scurried off to the living room. Peridot raised a skeptical eyebrow, but decided it would be best not to question further. Instead, she spun around and rounded the corner to the bathroom, where her costume, a knee-length black witch dress, was laid out on the sink counter. She kicked the door shut, then stripped off her sweatshirt and sweatpants, slipping into the itchy dress. She topped off her costume with a large, pointed witch hat, and leaned in close to the mirror to check on her dramatic green eyeshadow and black lipstick. If there was one thing she still adored about Halloween, it was the costumes. Even if she was being dragged to a shitty basement party, it was worth it.

Satisfied with her look, Peridot rushed from the bathroom, tossed a few treats to her pet, and locked the front door. Her ring of keys sat on the side table next to the coat rack, and she cursed herself for forgetting about them before going for her short walk. She grabbed them and popped them into her small shoulder bag, double-checking she also had her phone, then bound out the door. “We’re already late, you know how I feel about that.”

“I know, I know,” Amethyst snorted, taking Peridot’s hand and walking her to the car, where she opened the passenger door and bowed jokingly. “You can’t stand it. How will you be able to go on?” Dramatically, Amethyst slammed the door shut and danced her way around the front of the car to the driver’s seat. Once in, she tossed her prop chainsaw and hockey mask into the backseat, alongside the littered trash and empty bottles of water. Peridot cringed, cautiously picking up a dirty-looking used napkin and chucking it behind her as well.

“I’ll live, but I don’t understand how you function like this.” The engine hacked and coughed its way to life and Amethyst backed out of the driveway, wheels squeaking and the frame of the car trembling from the effort. “Don’t you think it’s time for a new car…?”

“In this economy? Fuck no!” Amethyst retorted, straightening out the struggling vehicle as they got out onto the road. With a content sigh, she reclined back into the cushioned seat and reached a hand over to rest on Peridot’s thigh. “Relax, she’s fine. She’s a fighter, I’ll use her until the day she dies on me.”

Blushing, Peridot intertwined her fingers with her girlfriend’s, stacking their hands on top of her leg. “You’re so stubborn.” “Yeah, but you love it. I know you do.” With a cheeky grin, Amethyst leaned over and planted a sneaky kiss on Peridot’s cheek, which the blonde quickly tried to wipe away, but to no avail. It left a small black stain, from Amethyst’s black upper-lip to imitate a cat’s mouth. Grumbling, Peridot shrugged.

“I guess, if you say so…” She hid a smile by turning her head, gazing out the window as they exited her homey neighborhood and headed out onto the busier main road. “Where is this party, anyway?” To fill the car with some life, Amethyst flicked on the radio, leaving it on a station that was in the midst of a Halloween playlist.

“Up north, about 45 minutes. It’s this old haunted abandoned mansion, I’ve been there before-”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Peridot recoiled, untangling their fingers and holding up her hands in defense. “I thought this was just gonna be one of your jackass basement parties. You didn’t mention the haunted mansion part!”

“It’s fine, you’re worrying too much! I don’t think it’s actually haunted or anything, it’s just a cool little place! It’s atmospheric.” Keeping her cool, Amethyst cranked up the music, successfully drowning out any further complaints that could’ve come from Peridot’s mouth with the hit song Monster Mash. Pouting, the blonde dodged an apologetic shoulder pat, swatting it away. “You’re gonna love it, I promise. We’ll have fun! It’s not even like a normal party. It’s fake-fancy, like there’s gonna be champagne and everyone’s gonna be in costume and in character- I thought you liked that kinda stuff!”

“I do, but…”

“But what? No butts allowed here, missy.” Stopping at a red light, right before the turn onto the highway, Amethyst tilted her head, pursing her lips together. “Don’t be a sourpuss. I invited you cuz I wanted you to come! A black cat needs her witch, and a witch needs her familiar, right? It wouldn’t have felt good if I had gone alone.” Peridot resisted Amethyst’s puppy dog eyes for as long as possible but quickly cracked under the pressure and gave her girlfriend the satisfaction of winning.

“Fine, you’re right. I just- hate scary places is all!” Peridot met Amethyst halfway over the middle console, pressing their lips together in a cold kiss.

“You? The one who binge watches horror movies even when it’s not Halloween? The one who watches these movies in the dark completely alone? You’re afraid of a little haunted house?” Amethyst stole another kiss before the light flickered green, and wrenched her car onto the highway. It whirred and wheezed as she picked up speed to merge into the main lanes. Peridot held on tight to the safety handle above the window.

“It’s- it’s different! All of those movies are fiction, but real life abandoned mansions are actually scary.” Surprisingly, there was very little traffic traveling down the expanse of road. Peridot watched as trees whizzed by, the street lamps doing little to illuminate the pitch black night.

“You’re silly. Why didn’t I scare you earlier, then? I thought I was pretty convincing.”

“Ugh, no. There’s a big difference between Jason Vorhees, you, and an actual murderer. I know you too well, you couldn’t even scare Steven.”

Amethyst scratched the back of her head, fluffing up her deep chocolate brown mane of hair. “Damn, I guess you’re right. I’ll leave the scaring to Jasper. I’m more of a romantic, anyway. Horror isn’t my genre.” The woman lifted her girlfriend’s hand to her lips, eyes wandering from the road ahead of her, and littered ticklish kisses along the back of her hand. Peridot giggled, thoroughly distracted as well.

Peridot spotted a figure standing in the middle of the highway lane in front of them, just out of the corner of her eye. She gasped, yanking her hand away from Amethyst. “Watch out-!” Amethyst jerked the wheel just in time, swerving out of the way of the darkened figure.

In the short second that it was caught in the headlights, Peridot could see it was holding something.

The car crunched as they barreled through the guardrails, and Peridot braced herself as they skidded down the steep incline and into the wooded area lining the highway. The radio turned to static and died out. They crashed into a tree, and the car spun sideways. The impact hit the driver’s side, crushing in the door and shattering the window into shards that flew everywhere. They flipped and tumbled a few times down the rest of the hill, before the vehicle creaked to a stop completely upside down.

Peridot pressed a hand against her pounding head. The airbag had deployed, but she had still banged her head against the side of the car’s frame, and she was bleeding from her forehead. Her seatbelt suspended her to the seat, but gravity pulled her downwards so she managed to undo the belt with a shaky hand. Still in shock, she reached over to tap Amethyst’s shoulder.

“Amethyst, are you okay?” Her heart dropped as she didn’t get a reply for a few seconds, but her girlfriend stirred with a groan.

“Fuck- no. I’m stuck.” As the girl lifted her head up, Peridot flinched as she realized not only did her girlfriend have slivers of glass sticking from her face, but her entire leg had been crushed under the pressure of the bent-in door. The girl tried to move it but hissed in pain, so Peridot gave her a stern shove.

“Stop, I’ll- I’ll call 911. Just leave it, you’re gonna end up ripping your own leg off.” Frazzled but attempting to compose herself, Peridot kicked out the passenger side window, which was already partially shattered, and crawled out the small space. She felt the pierce and prick of glass on the palms of her hands, but fought through the pain and fear until she felt soft grass and brittle leaves. Her witch dress was ripped down the side, enough to show her underwear, but that was the least of her worries as she dug out her phone, knees cold on the hard ground. She could barely dial the numbers, hands trembling as adrenaline pumped through her veins.

“Uh, Peridot…” she heard Amethyst mutter, but as she pressed her phone against her ear she didn’t listen. “Peridot, there’s someone-” Peridot spun her head, ducking to peek into the wrecked car. Amethyst’s gaze drew out her window and up the hill they had just come down. The phone began to ring.

The figure they had nearly plowed right through was approaching, moonlight shining down on them but not revealing any details. Peridot rose to her feet, eyebrows scrunching together in question. “Hey, are you okay? What were you doing standing in the middle of the-”

The figure lifted the blade of a chainsaw into the sky, the silhouette of it stark against the glowing moonlight. It roared to life, and Peridot’s blood ran cold. Her phone slipped from her hand.

“Peridot, run!”

Paralyzed by fear, Peridot froze on the spot and could only watch as the figure broke into a jog, covering the distance between itself and their ruined car. It swung the chainsaw, and sparks flew as it hit the metal, slicing through it like butter and screeching like a banshee.

“I said run!”

Peridot’s legs screamed in protest as she took off, bolting away from the scene and zigzagging through trees. As she faded away into the darkness of the woods, Amethyst’s blood-curdling scream echoed through the space, sending a terrible shiver down Peridot’s spine. She ran and ran and ran as fast as she could, not sure what even laid on the other side of the woods. It could be nothing. This could’ve gone on for forever. But she ran nonetheless, tears pricking her eyes.

‘This isn’t real. This can’t be real.’

Out of breath, the girl hid behind a wide tree, curling up in the indent at the base of the trunk. She covered her own mouth, muffling the cries that wanted to jump from her throat. She sat for what felt like hours but must’ve only been minutes. Slowly, she peeked around the base of the tree and observed the murky darkness. The wind blew through the branches, making the wood creak and moan, but besides that, it was silent. She squinted into the pitch black.

There stood the figure.

She gasped, quickly hiding against the tree again. She squeezed her eyes shut, listening carefully as heavy footsteps circled around her, crunching leaves and twigs beneath its weight. She could’ve run again, but to where? Maybe the figure didn’t see her after all. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe it was all a prank. She couldn’t put it past Amethyst to pull something so elaborate, especially with some help. Peridot’s heart clenched in terror as she carefully opened her eyes…

The killer stood before her, in one hand holding a bloody chainsaw and in the other Amethyst’s prop. They wore Amethyst’s hockey mask as well, as if to mock her victim. Peridot leaped in surprised as the killer tossed her the plastic chainsaw, toting their own weapon with both hands.

“C…come on now, this is a joke, right?” The killer tilted their head, hand on the chord, ready to rev up the weapon once again. “This is just some sick prank? Who are you, Lapis? Maybe Pearl? You didn’t actually kill Amethyst, right? She’s okay back there, laughing her ass off?” With their head still tilted, as if playing with prey, the figure gave the chainsaw chord a yank, and the engine roared to life once again. Peridot scrambled against the tree. There was no escape, no open space for her to sneak through. Even if she tried, she could be chopped to bits with ease.

“Okay, okay! Seriously! Amethyst, you got me! You got me for real this time, we’re seriously late to the party now! Was this worth it?!” Denial stained her last breaths, and Peridot shielded her face as the massive blade of the chainsaw swopped down towards her.

And it all went dark.

#amedot week #amedot #perifics #periwrites #amedotweek

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looneyllama-archive · 8 years ago

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Over Our Heads Chapter 3

Lazytown is under attack. A dark, magical creature wants the land, and will stop at nothing to drive the humans away. Sportacus and Robbie Rotten, the two magical inhabitants of Lazytown, have to come together to save their home. Even if they succeed, however, will life in Lazytown ever be the same? Rated T for descriptions of body horror.

Chapter 3

By sunrise, Sportacus had run himself ragged. Every time he dared let himself think the town was finally safe, his crystal would beep again, and he’d have to run back to one of the houses; in the last hour alone, Ziggy came close to burning himself on his own sweets, which had mysteriously boiled in their wrappers, and Trixie had nearly sleepwalked into an open manhole.

Between these mad dashes, Sportacus stopped at the park and hacked at the vines choking the children’s sports equipment. His progress never lasted, however. Like a hydra, numerous new vines grew to replace whatever he managed to cut.

During his forth trip to the park, the crystal blared yet again. Sportacus buried his head in his dirty hands, but he managed to stumble to his feet and run to the mayor’s house. The window was wide open, and he spotted the residents in the kitchen. Without bothering to knock, he rushed inside.

“Stephanie? Mayor? Is—”

The elf stopped short. Stephanie stood in the corner of the room, her arms held stiffly away from her body. When Sportacus stepped closer, he could see that her skin was covered in red, angry splotches. In the center of each was a needle-like thorn. The girl’s eyes were rimmed with red as well, but she stood as still as possible so not to drive the thorns in deeper.

“Stephanie…”

Milford, who was gingerly removing thorns with a pair of tweezers and throwing them into a garbage bag, could only spare Sportacus a quick glance.

“She woke up like this. Her bed is full of burrs.”

He gestured to another pair of tweezers on the counter. Sportacus took them up wordlessly and began working alongside the mayor. Even between the two of them, it took almost an hour to meticulously remove every thorn. Finally, Stephanie could sink to the floor and let her tears flow.

“Can you stay with her for a moment? I’m going to ask Ms. Busybody to come over and help Stephanie take a bath.”

Sportacus nodded numbly and turned back to the girl. Not daring to lay a finger on her irritated skin, he just stroked her pink hair in the hopes that it would provide some comfort.

“I’m sorry, Stephanie. I’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t even acknowledge the apology, too distracted by the pain.

The Mayor returned with Bessie, and Sportacus gently took the tip of Stephanie’s finger and led her upstairs to the bath. As Bessie poured soothing bath salts into the warm water, the two men put on the mayor’s thickest gardening gloves, lifted the girl’s bedding off its frame, and took it outside to shake off the burrs.

“Sportacus, what’s happening?”

The elf bit his lip, but didn’t answer. Milford let out a shaky breath and returned to the task at hand, keeping his gaze off of Sportacus. Each lost in his own thoughts, neither man noticed a blue periscope retracting into the ground nearby.

Late in the afternoon, Milford finally waved the hero away, unable to look at him any longer. Shoulders slumped, Sportacus trudged back to the park. His dragging feet caught on something, and he stumbled. Letting out a groan, Sportacus turned to examine the culprit.

It was a vine. A dead vine.

He turned his head and was bewildered to see that the vines that had covered the park were lying on the ground, rotting away. A strong scent filled his nostrils: cane sugar.

“Robbie?”

“It…it isn’t you?”

Suddenly, the villain was standing in the middle of the park, surrounded by his handiwork.

“You aren’t the one hurting those kids?”

“What?! Of course not!”

All of Sportacus’s pent-up frustration came bursting forth.

“How could you even think that?! How could you?! I would never hurt anyone in Lazytown—that’s your job, isn’t it?!”

Robbie usually towered over the elf, but he found himself buckling under the harsh words. When Sportacus stopped to catch his breath, he realized that Robbie was nearly bent double in front of him, cringing in fear. Something deep inside his chest ached.

“Robbie…oh gods, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Sportacus’s voice wavered, and he was surprised to find that tears were rolling down his face along with the droplets of sweat.

“I just—I can’t do this! Everybody’s in trouble at once, and they expect me to be able to protect them all, but I just can’t!”

He buried his face in his hands.

“And they’re getting hurt—the children are getting hurt—and it’s because I’ve failed them.”

Robbie slowly straightened up, utterly shocked at the state of the hero. Tentative, he crept toward Sportacus.

“Um, I don’t really understand what’s going on, but if you aren’t the one going after the townsfolk—and I believe you when you say you aren’t!—then it’s not really your fault, ok?”

“But—”

“No, this isn’t up for debate. Don’t try to take responsibility for someone’s else’s actions. Be lazy for once, won’t you?”

Sportacus chuckled despite himself, but his face soon fell again. Robbie furrowed his brow; it was just too weird to see the blue kangaroo without a smile.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures…”

The villain took another step forward and awkwardly reached out a hand. He had been aiming for Sportacus’s shoulder, but panicked at the last minute and wound up lightly patting the top of his head. The elf uncovered his face, confused. Robbie wore an embarrassed look.

“This…this isn’t comforting at all, is it?”

Sportacus’s eyes lit up with understanding. He reached up and plucked Robbie’s hand off of his head, but didn’t let go.

“I appreciate it, Robbie. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“Yeah, you are SCARY when you’re angry.”

The hero’s face threatened to fall again, and Robbie quickly tried to fix his mistake.

“I mean, I’m just relieved that you’re, you know, what I thought you were. All warm-hearted and kind and everything. Not because I was upset or anything, it’s just that evil really wouldn’t suit you.”

Suddenly extremely conscious of Sportacus’s hand holding his, Robbie cleared his throat.

��So, what is actually causing all this?”

“A skogsfru: a hulder from the forest. She wants Lazytown as her territory, and she won’t back down—unless maybe someone else magical claims the town.”

“What’s the problem, then? You’ve practically adopted Lazytown.”

Sportacus’s grip got noticeably tighter. He had to force himself to meet Robbie’s eyes.

“The íþróttaálfur heroes have to be nomadic. I can’t claim anything.”

“You mean—”

“It would have to be you.”

Robbie’s breath caught in his throat. He opened his mouth, but not a single word could escape.

This wasn’t his role.

Sportacus, worried that the silence meant refusal, tried to fill the empty air.

“You saved Stingy’s life yesterday; I know you care about everyone as much as I do, even if you don’t like to admit it, and they really need your help right now. I need your help, I can’t do this—”

“Alone?”

Letting his grip on Sportacus’s hand be his lifeline, Robbie hauled himself out of his panicked state. His voice returned to his throat.

“Would I have to face her alone? Fight her alone?”

“No, no! Robbie, listen to me.”

Sportacus gently but firmly took Robbie’s chin in his free hand and directed it so their eyes would meet.

“I doubt it’ll even come to a fight. If we can make the skogsfru think that a hulderkall owns this land, she’ll stop bothering the humans. I’ll be with you the entire time, and if it does come to violence, I’ll fight in your stead. I promise, you won’t have to do this by yourself.”

“Well…then neither will you.”

Squaring his shoulders, Robbie forced himself to answer before he changed his mind.

“I’m in.”

“In for what?”

Both hulderkall whipped around to see Mayor Meanswell standing behind the low brick wall that bordered the park. Robbie hastily stepped away from Sportacus; the elf in question was staring down at his shoes. Neither even tried to respond. Sighing heavily, Milford slumped over the wall.

“If either of you know what’s going on, please, don’t keep it a secret. There’s a town meeting tonight, and I still don’t have any answers. If I show up empty-handed, they’ll go into a panic for sure. Please, just speak to me…”

He trailed off, looking utterly defeated. Sportacus felt sick. The feeling of helplessness was too familiar to ignore.

“You’re right. It’s not fair of us to keep you in the dark.”

“Sporta—”

The hero raised a hand, cutting Robbie off. He stepped closer to the Mayor, bending down so he could look the human in the eye.

“The keeper of forest that borders this town is causing chaos to drive the townsfolk off of this land. She wants Lazytown for herself.”

“So, this person has been…what, invading our homes? That doesn’t make any sense! How did she do all of this damage?”

“She’s not a person—not in the way you’re thinking. My race call her ‘skogsfru.’”

Looking into Sportacus’s eyes, Milford suddenly felt that he was in over his head. Nevertheless, he pressed on.

“What you mean, 'your race?’”

“I am íþróttaálfur.”

Sportacus received a blank look. He took a deep breath and buried his fingers in the fabric of his hat.

“In English, I think you would call me an elf.”

He ripped the hat off; fluffy blond hair tumbled out and settled around his long, pointed ears. The mayor felt like his mind was breaking. Had he fallen down the rabbit hole? Or had something crawled up into his world? Suddenly realizing that he had forgotten to breathe, Milford gasped for air. Sportacus grabbed his shoulder to steady him.

“Mayor Meanswell breathe! It’s ok, it’s still me. We’re still us.”

The mayor remembered Robbie, and turned his attention to the taller man, who wriggled uncomfortably under his gaze.

“Don’t look at me, my ears are perfectly normal!”

“Robbie…”

Sportacus sighed and turned back to the mayor.

“Robbie is magical too. He’s going to challenge the skogsfru for Lazytown—just to keep her away! We don’t want the land. Is…is this ok?”

Milford took a deep breath. He was acutely aware of the fact that he didn’t fully understand the situation, and that he probably never would. He did, however, trust Sportacus.

“I have confidence in you. Please, save Lazytown.”

A/N: Quick definitions of the folkloric terms used in this chapter

Skogsfru—female forest spirit

Íþróttaálfur—sports elf, a general species name (Íþróttaálfurinn is a specific designation)

Hulderkall—a male member of the huldufólk (a female is called a huldra)

#lazytown #lazytown au #LazyTown fanfiction #dark magic Lazytown AU #elf!sportacus #fae!robbie #sportarobbie #over our heads #looney fanfiction

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ladydracarysao3 · 8 years ago

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In Love, Serenity

Chapter Thirty Six: Hustler

Summary: In the aftermath of Adamant, and all that happened there, how is our assassin handling it? Is it as Cullen thinks? Is she cooling off? Or is it as Izzy fears? Is she stewing in her hatred?

[Read Chapter 36 on AO3] or [Start from the Beginning]

-Abner-

The world is an ugly place while viewing it from behind bars.

Sneers and jeers are thrown into the jail cart. A hacked wad of spit is chucked inside, followed by an explosion of laughter before the men walk away...back to their tents, back to their beds, to their campfires and heroic tales. But no fluids or curses could hurt Abner further than the beating she has already endured. They are nothing, for she has been destroyed repeatedly throughout this life, and the pain has since transcended from the agony of loss into the absolution of hate.

Life may continue outside of the iron bars, but all Abner wants is to watch it burn. Watch as the horses run. Listen to the traitors scream. She would rather see the world aflame, than to live another moment in it as it is.

She can feel her heartbeat in her ears while she focuses on the braziers and campfires, a dark opera of destruction playing endlessly in her mind. Unsure if this world deserves saving, for all it does is spiral into hell at every chance.

But shuffling at the door to the jail cart attracts her glare. What now? A soldier coming in for a real go at her this time? She is ready.

Instead, another sneering face is shoved inside and her blood boils at the sight of him. One of the world’s chief traitors and ruiners. One of the reasons why no Gods dare protect this ungrateful place, whether they exist or not, for men like him are hellbent on destroying their gifts.

“We caught him trying to escape back to Tevinter on foot. Guess the piss ran outta juice, scouts were finally able to see through his fade steps and cloakin’,” says a soldier to the jail guard.

“I don’t know why the Inquisitor doesn’t just kill the bastard now,” the jailer scoffs.

“Perhaps, because she knows a man of my talents could be of use to her, you insolent peck.” The magister sneers more, but flinches when the guard gestures to strike him. His cowardice brings them all laughter, and they close the iron gate with a reverberating crash.

Erimond settles in the far corner, opposite from Abner. Leaning against the bars with his knees brought to his chest, he crouches in much the same posture as her. He glances over, then pauses before a jarred double-take. “I saw you there,” he says. “Are you not with the Inquisition? What did you do to end up in here?”

The sound of his sniveling voice makes her skin crawl. His beady eyes glaring in her direction infuriates her. Abner shifts and leans toward him, ensuring he can see the fires of damnation raging in her eyes. She speaks slowly so that the demon may understand. “I swear to the Gods...the Creators...the Ancestors...the Maker...to the Lady of the fucking Skies - If you so much as look at me again, I will tear out your eyes.”

Erimond grunts and rolls his shoulders, but looks away and does not speak another word. Abner settles back into her corner, returning her stare to the camp beyond the bars. Her eyes lock on the fires, and her imagination finds its gruesome home of burning pandemonium once again.

A distorted, shadowy figure walks from the fires, blocking her view as it approaches. Soon, she’s able to make out the shape of the dwarf who should be as angry as she, and she feels a sense of relief wash over her like icy fire. Abner crawls to the bars, wincing at the pain calling out through her body from dried-up and bloodied wounds, screaming bones, and tender bruises.

Varric shakes his head at the sight of her. “I can’t believe they have you caged up like this. Hasn’t anyone come to check on you?”

“Inquisition soldiers give no shits for someone who threatened their savior.”

Varric grunts. “Turns out Rusty wasn’t sent by the Maker. We found her memories in the Fade. She walked in while Corypheus was using that orb on the Divine. She touched it, and it caused both the explosion and the mark on her hand. No Maker. No Andraste. Just...a shitty place at a shitty time.”

“Figures.”

His eyes scan the dried blood on her skin and clothing and his expression falls even deeper than where it was. “If she knew you were being treated like this…”

Abner scoffs and spits through the bars at the dirt. “She put me here.”

“Well, you…”

Gripping the iron bars she presses her face between them. “She left him there, Varric. Of all the people who should be just as fuckin’ pissed as I am, it’s you.”

“You didn’t see it...that demon...there’s just no way…”

“He’s not dead!” she curses through gritted teeth. “How can you think he’s dead? Did you see him die?”

“I didn’t have to.”

Abner slams her palms into the bars and the cart rattles with a low hum. “Fucking bullshit!” she screams. “He’s not. I know he’s not. We have to save him!”

Dipping his head, he inches closer to the cart and drops his voice to a barely audible, raspy rumble. “The more you talk like that , Killer, the longer they are going to keep you here.” Abner’s stare burrows into Varric’s whiskey brown eyes. He sighs at her stubborn anger, pain and sadness within him causing the whiskey to glass over. “You need to...accept it.”

“I’m not giving up on him,” she says, sitting back against the bars.

“Hawke wouldn’t want you doing this to yourself.”

“Oh, and he wants you to abandon him?”

“That’s not--”

“Just go,” she murmurs and looks away. The one person she thought would understand is just like the rest of them. Fools. Floundering idiots incapable of saving this world. They don’t deserve him. If roles were reversed, he’d do whatever it takes...

“Ki-- Abner , I...”

“Go,” she commands with a sore but razor sharp edge. Abner’s body then balls up into itself. She doesn’t watch him leave, instead, smears away tears before they have the chance to fall. “Fuck them. Fuck them all,” she whispers to herself. Lightly rocking, she attempts to block out the wailing in her mind and find some peace in something...perhaps sleep...

It takes a long time to drift asleep in that rotten iron cage, her wounds pinging through her body relentlessly. But when she finally finds her dreams, she also finds her hut.

Furs hang from the walls. A small fire crackles in the center. There is the faint smell of burning blood lotus drifting through the air from the augur’s hut nearby. And her heart breaks for a fraction of a second when she realizes the soft murmuring sounds in her ear are from the lips of her mother. Abner realizes she is sitting on her mother’s lap as the woman whispers stories in her ear, and she wraps her arms tightly around her warm, loving figure.

She listens to whispered tales of elves from long ago. Great Creators who cared for their people, and the tall spires of a magical city where elves were happy and free. She whispers about the deception of the Gods, how they were locked away from their people, and how that lead to the fall of the world. And she’s warned about the evil trickster that roams the dreams of children who have been naughty. The wolf, dreaded and feared, fixing to trap dreamers much like he did the Creators.

Her mother’s voice is calming. Welcomed. It matters not that she is chastising Abner to stop throwing heavy rocks at the other village children, no matter how mercilessly they’ve teased her.

She whispers her lessons in her native tongue, low enough to hide it from Avvar ears, strong enough to teach Abner who she is. “ For all the pain the elves have suffered, if not for the treachery or the shem’s invasion of our lands, I would have never met your father. I would have never had you. ”

There is an ache in Abner’s heart. “ What if no one deserves this world anymore. What if I want to stop them all...forever? ” she asks her mother and the woman stills.

“ The hardships are what make us strong, da’len. We can never erase the past, nor should we. Instead, we fight to uphold what is right, not matter the cost to ourselves.”

“How do we know what is right?”

The door of their hut creaks open with the hulking figure of her father stepping inside. His smile is warm, but as he hears the Dalish words whispered, his mood sinks. “Dinasha, still yourself. If the others were to hear you…”

“Hush, Agner, the child needs to know where she comes from, no matter what your brutish shem clan thinks. I am Dalish. I am Sabrae. I will teach my daughter what I will.”

“We’ve been quiet, papa,” Abner says. She grins mischievously and shrugs up at her father. “If anyone hears, I’ve some rocks to knock the nasty outta their heads.”

Dinasha squeezes Abner’s rebellious, young arm. “Have you learned nothing from what I’ve said today?” Abner cringes through her mother’s scolding, but continues to grin at her father.

“I heard my little fighter bloodied noses today…” her father begins sternly, then smiles, kneels before them, and embraces both women in a giant hug. “What God has shown His favor on me to bless me with two such strong-willed women, eh?”

The love of her family surrounds Abner’s heart and in that moment she feels a bittersweet sense of home . She squeezes her eyes shut and relishes in the feeling. Love. True, unconditional love. All she’s ever needed she found here...in her parent’s arms. And at that moment, a breeze bursts wildly through the windows of the hut, whipping through the hanging furs, spreading ash across the floor, and circling around the three of them. But this wind is not filled with the scent of burning wood, charring meat, mystic hints of blood lotus, or anything else expected from her village’s many scents…

The air fills her lungs aggressively. The scent, different, but still familiar… A muskiness to it, with rich leather undertones, and the electric spark of... magic …

Hawke.

A message sent to her through the Fade, and at once, she remembers that she is dreaming and realizes that he is calling out to her.

He is alive.

Abner’s eyes fly open, but instead of the hut, instead of the champion, instead of anything else she could have been expecting, she is in a charred wasteland. The bodies of what were once her parents are bloodied and broken at her feet alongside many other clan members that lie limp on the ground surrounding her, remnants and pieces of darkspawn also scattered throughout.

Tears stream unrestrained from her eyes. She is about to fall to her knees and reach for her parents once more, when a rough hand grabs her arm and yanks her backwards.

A large man covered in bloody furs, yells in a booming, earth-shaking voice as he drags Abner kicking and screaming through the dirty carnage. “Cursed child! Look at what you’ve done! The Gods turned their backs on us because of your wretched birth, and now look! Our clan is destroyed by monsters! You should have never been born. Or at the very least, you should be lying dead with your treacherous father, you lousy little halfling.”

He stops dead in his tracks, turning and leveling his evil eyes with hers. “I would kill you now if the others didn’t feel some sort of misguided kinship with your father. Lucky for you, there is a man from another clan who has been interested in you for a time. Ignorant Agner refused their offerings…” He smiles wickedly at her. “But I won’t, Abner Half-Heart. Your curse is now theirs to bear.”

Suddenly, her young body is flung through darkness and lands on a hard stone floor with a sharp smack. Everything is dark around her. Black, wet, and cold. But she can sense him, barely making out the sinister shape of his dreaded body as it walks closer to her. Abern’s trembling arms push her up, watching Ofred’s menacing face as he looms over her. Eyes glowing red again, he arches his body to kick her back down.

“Fenedhis lasa!” she says with a spit from her bloodied mouth while snarling at the giant. “I welcome death as long as I bring you with me! Na din’an sahlin!”

“I thought I’d’ve beaten that Dalish filth out of you by now,” he growls.

A gust of air bursts into her lungs once again, filling her with the knowledge of Hawke. Filling her with the realization that this, too, is a dream. As Ofred arcs his hand back to bring it down upon her, she clenches her eyes shut and screams with every fiber, every inch of her hatred and frustration, and Ofred’s strike never falls.

Taking in a deep, steady breath, Abner opens her eyes. The nightmare has ceased, but she is still in the Fade, finding herself in an eerily familiar moonglade. Blades of tall grass rustle in a light breeze, and a milky glow washes over everything from a lazy moon.

“Tell me, what have the humans ever done for you?” a silky voice purrs from behind her. She turns to see the Fadewalker in all his mystic savagery. His fingers idly playing with a tiny glass orb, flitting it around in a small elegant dance. Through dark, draping dreadlocks, his eyes peer at her - a subtle glow to them, almost as milky as the moon.

She does not answer and instinctively keeps her breathing even, waiting for his motives.

“Your Elvhen blood is so much stronger in you,” he continues. A sly and crooked smirk glides up his cheek. “Normally, I frown on the mingling. Human blood tends to erase the evidence of Elves.” His fingers snatch the clear, sparkling orb into a closed fist and he leans down closer to her. “But not you.” His slender dark hand slowly snakes through the damp night air and flicks at the shell of her ear. “If not for these, there’d barely be proof at all.”

Abner furrows her brow and swats his hand away. “What do you want?”

The Fadewalker’s grin evens out on both sides and he spins on his heel, walking away casually through the tall grasses. Turning his head to his shoulder and twining his arms behind his back, he says, “I warned you to be weary of that mage-boy pet of yours. Now it seems your humans have left your pet behind. How does that make you feel?”

Abner slowly follows him through the clearing, watching him through suspicious eyes. “They tell me to let go.”

“And?”

“All I see is evil and egos. Hypocrisy and death. I feel like I want it all black.”

He turns back toward her, stopping them both. “So I ask again, what have humans ever done for you?”

“Do you know where he is? How to get to him?”

He ignores the question. His smug grin settled confidently on his face, he raises one eyebrow and waits.

Abner sighs. “They’ve taken everything.”

“Oh, but you’ve yet to unlock your potential. If you feel broken, it is because a part of you aches for what was . But that can change. You can be whole.” A single finger slides below her chin, confidently lifting it up to him. “What if I told you, we could rise up? Bring the world back to how it was meant to be, and bring glory back to our kind. No more taint and humans to take us apart. All you need to do is leave the human behind, and in turn, embrace the Elvhen.”

“Yer mad.”

The Fadewalker releases her chin and produces the small orb again. With a pass of his other hand, the orb changes from clear glass, to a larger, darker, textured orb with a green-glowing light weaving though ridges much like those found on a fingertip. She watches, mesmerized as the dark thing turns above his flat palm. “With this, we can bring back the days of Arlathan.”

“That’s…” Abner dares to reach toward the glowing magic. “That’s the orb Corpheus…”

Before she can finish, before she can touch it, the Fadewalker snatches it away and makes it disappear, startling Abner and releasing her from its trance.

“A mistake,” he scoffs, his face now fallen into one of disgust. “He doesn’t know how to use such magic. He should have been destroyed by it.” Mumbling under his breath, he stares down at the ground and says, “He would have never discovered it, had I known.”

He looks at her again, grinning. “We can get it back. We must get it back. It belongs with the Elves.” He places a hand on either of her shoulders. “You have a strong connection with the Fade, can't you feel it? Imagine a world wherein you were never separated from it. You belong here. Elves belong here. We can bring it back.”

Abner holds her breath and stares at the man. It was him. Whoever he is, he started all of this. She studies him closer and everything rushes in at once, hitting her so hard that if not for his hands on her shoulders, she may have fallen over.

Her voice is soft, breathless. The word, “Fen’Harel,” sounds almost like the rustling grass, as if the grasses have been whispering it to her all along.

“I have many names, but yes, some know me as thus.”

This man… the trickster… he is too dangerous… too powerful… Abner’s mind stretches and contracts and stretches and contracts while trying to comprehend how her mother’s old stories could have been real. “You...trapped the Creators?”

Fen’Harel sighs with a roll of his eyes. “The Dalish have many things wrong with their history . I removed tyrants, traitors, threats against true Elvhen.”

She listens as he boasts, releasing her from his grasp to pace through the moonglade and tell her stories of that old magical city and how it had become corrupted. He tells her how they can bring back the world without the corrupt and that their people can be magnificent once again, rather then kicked and beaten, or slaughtered for their mere existence.

She watches him as he rants and dreams, trying to convince her of what she could have, what she could be. As the reality and gravity of the situation slowly settles in, as Abner puts fragmented pieces together in her mind, she realizes that no matter what she wants, no matter what the Thedas of now deserves, or what the Thedas of before was, she must keep a watch on this man. If not her, than he will find others. Perhaps he has. Perhaps he has been building an army of rebellion within the dreams of those he deems worthy...or manipulable. He is obviously powerful, if he is who he says he is. If he is who she thinks he is. Is he a God? A protector? Or is he a ruiner. Another being set to destroy the world for his own personal gains.

A man like this is dangerous if left unchecked, and advantageous if he is the one instead, manipulated...

“How am I supposed to help you?” she asks, cutting him off from his speech. If she works this delicately, perhaps she can find a path to Hawke and save Thedas at the same time, either from itself...or from a wolf. No matter the cost, no matter what it does to her, she must dig and scheme and fight for what is right.

Fen’Harel turns to her with a smile. “I cannot walk the lands as freely as you,” he responds, “and through the Inquisition, you can get close enough to Corypheus to steal back the orb.” He produces the round glowing image of the magical artifact between them again, its green glow reflecting off their skin and surging in their eyes. “You need to tell them what they want to hear, get back in their trust and work alongside the highly-ranked once again.”

“I’m in a cage.”

“Yet, you know what they want. Use them as they’ve used you.”

Or...use them all.

#In Love Serenity #abner #this one was so hard #i hope it works out #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanfic #my fic #hope you enjoy it!#crossing all my fingers and toes that this doesn't fall flat #don't you wish that sometimes - after writing something - you could read through it like it's the first time?#i do!#shut up KT

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seouldsoul2kpop · 8 years ago

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7| The Purge

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Characters: Jungkook x reader| BTS| ft. Got7 Mark

Summary: For one day, every year, killing is legal, and you’ll kill anyone as long as the price is right. He’ll kill anyone as long as his orders tell him so. Both of you are the top purgers in the business, but what happens if your name ends up on his kill list? What happens if you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to kill Jeon Jungkook?

Warnings: Blood, gore & death, disrespecting boundaries

Word count: 4,013

A/N: Apologies for not posting last week, but I am back with a very important chapter! I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

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I stared at the back of his head as we walked down the chaotic roads, not a soul in sight, but life was everywhere. The distant screams of terror from my building were now piercing, reaching out from every dark corner imaginable, and howls of satisfaction followed soon after. As disturbing as it could have been, nothing disturbed me more than to see him walking ahead of me, still breathing a full, youthful existence while my parents were rotting in some long forgotten grave. I could shoot him right now, and he wouldn’t be able to stop me before it pierced his skull. My eyes burned as bloody images flashed before my eyes, a pair of cold, dead eyes pulling me back into the world I wish I could forget.

4 Years Ago

I could hear my sister rustling upstairs, probably grabbing a late-night snack while she tried to finish another book series before sunrise. I couldn’t help myself from playfully rolling my eyes just before I curled myself into my bed, wrapping my blankets in a tight cocoon around my body. I hadn’t been able to sleep despite feeling the heavy weight of slumber on my eyes since the sun decided to set. I sighed, fumbling for my phone that sat idly beneath my sheets somewhere close by. When my fingers wrapped around its familiar shape, I brought it to my face, resurrecting it from its own slumber to find the time. It read: 11:02 pm, Tuesday, March 21. I tossed my phone further down my bed, pulling my sheets back over my head. I had forgotten what today was; it was so easy for my family to forget since we were well off enough to buy the best security systems to shield us from tonight. I felt guilty because the only reason I remembered was because we had gotten out of school earlier, which was the tall tale every year. Basically, it was a normal day for my family, droning on like any other day, going slow like every other day. Only eight more hours, and then everything truly could go back to the way things were.

I could feel the time passing by slowly as I waited for sleep to hit me. It crept up gradually, but soon my mind was blank, a sheet of darkness blanketing my eyes, sleep taking hold of me for the first time since I climbed into bed.

My eyes shot open as a loud thud pierced through the floors above. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to collect myself. I didn’t move, waiting for the restlessness in my heart to subside before I could finally go back to sleep after struggling with it for so long. I groaned, it was probably one of the cats, making a mess of whatever they felt like. I struggled to reach for my phone, I had to know how long I’d slept before being scared out of my sleep. I fumbled for it, feeling the chill of it as it grazed my fingertips before I was finally able to get a firm grip on it. I brought it to my face, hoping it would say it was just shy of 6 am, that way, I didn’t have to worry for that much longer. It read: 2:32 am, Wednesday, March 22.

I cursed under my breath just as another soft thud echoed from above me; I turned in my bed, staring holes into the ceiling. My heart screamed in my chest, and I couldn’t have been more awake. I clenched at the sheets, pulling them just beneath my eyes, waiting for the thud to come again. All I could hear was my heart beating in my ears, and feel the way it bounced around frantically in my chest. I held my breath, counting, counting, counting the seconds as they went by. It seemed like the room was getting darker with every thrum of my heart, breathing a new kind of fear inside of me. I squeezed my sheets even tighter, begging for them to protect me from whatever was to come.

That’s when I felt it, I felt the weight shifting on my bed. I jumped, staring daggers on the other side of my bed. That’s when I caught hold of a pair of green eyes staring curiously back at me. I let out a deep breath, my heart slowly regaining its calm.

“It’s just you Jiji,” I whispered, extending my hand out for my cat. She crept towards me, her grey fur blending in with the darkness, but she eagerly leaned into the palm of my hand when she reached me. I smiled at her in the darkness as she purred against my touch. I imagined either she, or one of her siblings, was the direct cause for all the noise upstairs, and I hoped it wouldn’t be a big mess; I wasn’t fond of the thought that I would have to clean it up. I shook my head, cringing at the thought as she walked towards me, nudging her face against my arm.

Instinctively, I ran my hand along her back, but I pulled away as the dampness on her fur coated my hand. I quickly sat up, frowning at the thought that whatever she’d gotten into, it was wet and probably staining the floors somewhere. She continued to lean against me, happily disregarding the mess she was surely making. I picked her up, placing her back on the ground when I heard that familiar rustling sound. I turned my gaze to the stairs leading to the living area. I might as well go hang with my sister since we were both apparently wide awake.

The house was silent, and creepy as I closed the door behind me. I peered around, expecting my sister to be in the living room, reading some unforgettable novel, but the house was absolutely silent. I shivered—the eeriness setting in all at once. Jiji had opted out of coming with me, but I was sure she would wander up the stairs to find me, calling me back to my room where I was supposed to be at such an early hour. I pressed my lips together out of content before quietly making my way to the kitchen. To my surprise, my sister was nowhere in sight. I looked around, as if that would give me an answer to the undoubted rustling I had heard moments before. I was sure I didn’t hear her leave. I shrugged, I’d get some water, and then I would go to her room to have one of our usual restless conversations.

I grabbed a glass, fumbling through the darkness. Since our window protectors were up, there wasn’t a substantial amount of natural light to guide me, but some did peak through the small window just above our door. I stepped forward, hoping my eyes would adjust sooner rather than later. In the process, I suddenly felt something squish beneath my feet, finding its way through the spaces between my toes. I jerked my foot away, relishing in the awkward feeling. Maybe this was what Jiji had made a mess of. I sighed, figuring I should clean it up while I still cared enough to do it. I reached for the rag on the sink before kneeling to begin cleaning up the mess.

Then I felt it.

I felt the familiar warmth of my sister; I smiled, expecting my sister to jump up at me to surprise me like she did every year, but she didn’t move as I poked her in the stomach. I poked her again and again, making sure I poked her enough to finally draw her out of her prank; the smile slowly faded from my lips.

“Jisoo?” I whispered, pausing for a heartbeat, “Jisoo, this isn’t funny anymore.”

She didn’t move, even as the warmth left my words. I drew closer, crawling to where her face laid. I stared at her, her body motionless as she stared off somewhere far away. I slowly reached down, grabbing her by the shoulder, and I gently shook her. Her body felt empty against my touch. I scoffed; I couldn’t believe she would go this far to pull a prank on me. I leaned down, meeting eyes with her. My body froze as I stared at her eyes, her hair cascading her face like a veil, but it couldn’t hide the cold look that seeped from her normally warm eyes. There was an emptiness I had never seen before, but it was so clear to me as we stared at one another that there was no life to be found in them. I pulled away, and my heart felt as though it was being ripped from my chest as I realized what was happening. I couldn’t seem to breathe; the fear I’d felt before suddenly amplified to a level I’d never felt before, and I could feel the familiar sting of tears threatening to escape.

It took me a moment, but as I knelt there in shock, I realized something warm was seeping through my sweatpants, and it was warm against my hands. I looked down, the familiar warmth of my tears caressed my cheeks as a scream began to form deep in my throat. I stood up, staring down at the blood pooling around my sister’s body, and the blood freshly coating my hands. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand wrapped firmly around my mouth, pulling me back, away from my sister’s lifeless body. Fear clawed through me. I was going to die here—I was certain of it. My tears persisted as the person pulled me closer to their body.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered into my ear, his warm breath sending frightening chills down my spine, “I promise I won’t hurt you, but you can’t make any noise.”

I nodded hurriedly just as he brought his other hand up, the cold sting of metal ghosted over the side of my neck. I pulled away, trying to free myself of his grip, but his hand only pulled me closer to him.

“If you want to make it out of here alive, you’ll do what I tell you…okay?”

A tear fell down my face as I nodded. It was slow, and cautious, but I could feel his body moving from behind me until he was staring me in the face, his hand refusing to trust my mouth. I froze as I looked at his large, mud brown eyes; my heart suddenly calmed, forgetting the fear entangling it for a brief moment. He brought his finger to his lip, begging me to stay quiet, but the large knife in his hand was much more demanding.

He nodded, waiting for me to nod in unison before he quickly grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the kitchen towards the closet to the left of my bedroom door. He quickly opened it, grabbing me by the shoulders before my thoughts could catch up with my body. He directed me in front of the closet, anxiously looking around for a moment. When he turned back to me, his eyes were warm and understanding. I’d barely realized I had stopped crying. He squeezed my shoulders.

“Don’t make a sound no matter how badly you want to. Hold it in,” his eyes shifted around once more for a couple of seconds, “You have to trust me,” he paused, searching my eyes for a moment, “Trust me…alright?”

I nodded just as a set of heavy footsteps began descending the stairs. Hurriedly, he pushed me into the closet, forcing me down on the ground before closing the doors. I watched him walk over to the stairs from the openings in the doors.

“Is anyone left down here?” A deep, monotone voice questioned.

“No,” the boy whispered, pausing for a brief second, “No…sir.”

“Good.”

“Get off her!” My father’s voice rang, sending a brand new threatening sting to my eyes.

I pressed my back against the wall, fighting the urge to scream for my parents, especially as I heard them crashing down the stairwell.

“Bring them to the living room,” the deep voice ordered.

I watched, waiting for my parents to come into my line of sight. Sure enough, someone pushed them through the hall, straight into the living room. I watched as my mother fell to her knees first, and soon after my father came tumbling. My mother crawled to him, her hands bound in front of her. She covered his body as tears streamed down her face, mingling with the blood smeared all over her. My father consoled her even though his face also held remnants of a severe beating—his face black and blue, blood oozing from a cut at the peak of his left cheekbone. He knelt before my mother as a man came to stand before them, his hands wrapped behind his back with his right hand caressing his left.

I flinched at the obvious flash of a wedding ring on his finger just before he stalked over to the fireplace behind my parents. Another man followed suit, he was tall and bulky, clearly a body guard. He took his place off to the right corner of the room, blending in with the other decorations like he was supposed to. Then there was a third man, there was a pep in his step as he came to stand before my parents. He stood before them, staring at them for a second before pushing my father aside. He knelt beside my mother, and I could see the smile on his face as he grabbed her by her cheeks with one hand; he barely paused before he gave my mother’s lips a lick. She yanked away just as my father got up, ramming himself into the man. That’s when the boy came in, pulling my father away with little effort, and pushing him back down on his knees.

“Don’t you dare touch her Minsik!” my father yelled.

The man only responded with a laugh as he took a seat on our sofa, staring amusedly at my mother, his eyes never leaving her body.

“That’s no way to talk to a dear friend,” the man by the fireplace spoke.

“We’ve never been friends,” my father hissed, but his words were directed towards the man staring hungrily at my mother’s figure.

“Is that why you did it?” the man questioned, “Is that why you betrayed me, my dearest friend?”

My father finally directed his attention to the man at the fireplace, the only person who seemed to have something to say; my father bowed his head down to him as if he was giving him an offering, his hands pressed together like a prayer.

“Please, my old friend, don’t do this. I never wanted this for my family,” he paused, nodding in agreement with his own statement, “You knew that. You told me I could walk away anytime I wanted.”

“And what do you do?” the fireplace man shouted, “You betray me like I am another common thief!”

“Please,” my mother begged.

“Please what?” the man on the couch, Minsik, chuckled.

“Don’t!” my father yelled at him.

“I gave you everything,” the man by the fireplace interjected, “I gave you the clothes on your families back, the roof over their heads, the money that allows you all to live comfortably. I gave you that. I made you,” he hissed.

My father sobbed, “Please just let my family go, there is no need to kill them, yeah?”

“Why should you live after betraying us?” Minsik questioned.

“Because I made you,” my father yelled, turning his gaze towards him in response, a hateful fire brewing between them.

Minsik huffed, laughing underneath his breath, but there was nothing he could say. Instead he asked my father a question.

“You know what happens when you outlive your usefulness?”

My father turned to the man by the fireplace, who’s eyes never stopped watching my father.

“You should have never betrayed me,” he whispered.

“I’d do it again if it put you where you belong,” my father whispered back.

The fireplace man smiled a crooked smile at my father before signaling for the boy to come over to him. He placed his hand on the boys back, leaning into his ear, and he whispered something to him. I didn’t know what he was saying, nor did I want to know, but the look on the boy’s face was hard to ignore. His eyes grew big, filled with shock, and then I saw the man’s hand grab his shoulder, squeezing it for a second before his arm fell back at his side. I watched the boy grip onto his knife more firmly, staring to the ground in a daze, the shock never leaving his face.

“That’s the wrong answer,” the man whispered just as a bigger smile crept onto his lips.

The boy suddenly snapped out of his daze, staring between my parents for a second before he lunged for my mother, slashing her throat before he could think about not doing it. My mother fell forward, convulsing against the carpet she’d just cleaned. My father wailed in pain, watching my mother’s life slip away. I quickly clasped both of my hands over my mouth, fighting the sobs that were trying to crawl their way out as I watched my mother’s body slowly stop moving. That’s when the boy knelt next to my father, he paused as if my father was speaking to him, and then he jabbed his knife in the side of his neck, twisting it, making the act even more cruel than it already was.

My father’s head fell onto the boy’s shoulder, and the boy sat there, his eyes glistening in the moonlight. I could see the boy fighting back his tears just before he pushed my father’s lifeless body away. I watched him stand upright, his hands at his sides, and he seemed numb to everything he’d just done. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as the man I’d come to know as Minsik brought himself up to him. Minsik smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder that was obviously meant to be more rewarding than consoling.

After a short pat, he made his way to the front door, laughing the whole way, leaving the bloodbath like it was already old news. The other man walked forward, stopping to stand at the boy’s side. He smiled, and even though there was still an evilness behind it, it also looked like the kind of smile a proud father would have after he’s witnessed his child’s first accomplishment; tears streamed down my face at the realization.

He nodded his head, making a satisfied hum, “When you’re ready, we’ll be waiting for you in the car.”

With that, he left, his guard following closely after him. The boy turned his head, glancing at my parents’ dead bodies on the ground before his gaze turned to me. I held my breath, waiting for him to come for me; he turned his gaze to the door for a millisecond before coming to me. He yanked the closet doors open, revealing my curled-up form, and it took him a long moment, but he finally knelt in front of me. I pressed my back further into the wall, half hoping that I would acquire some magical power that allowed me to walk through walls.

I gripped my shirt above my heart, staring into his eyes. They were still warm, but I couldn’t see past my parent’s blood splayed all over his face as he reached out for me. I slammed my back into the wall, turning my head away from him as I shut my eyes. I clenched my teeth, tears finding new paths down my face.

“Look at me,” he whispered after a long pause, “Look at me,” his voice resonated with demand.

I quickly opened my eyes, turning to face him again. I took in a deep breath as I looked into his eyes. In those few moments, they had changed—where once was a comforting warmth, now there was a darkness as black as the blackest abyss. I swore I could see a flash of guilt, but the darkness ate it whole before it could grow. He reached out for me again, taking my hand in his. I took in a sharp breath at how surprisingly warm his hands were. He placed his knife in my hand, forcing my fingers to close around the handle; he wrapped his hand around mine, but his eyes told me to look at him, and his face was serious all the while.

Tears streamed down my face as I stared at him—how could he do this? He looked the same age as me, and I had only just turned 16. There was something about him that was much more childlike; it could have been the way he had big teeth and eyes like a bunny. But, somehow, he had an air about him that was much more mature, even before he killed my parents. He squeezed even tighter on my hand, pulling me away from my thoughts.

“What do you want most in this world?” he asked, but after a long pause, I couldn’t find the words to speak to him, so he went on, “I killed your sister. I killed your mother. I killed your father,” he spoke, no emotion left, “You’ll never be the same after tonight,” he nodded, once again waiting for me to nod in unison, “My name is Jeon Jungkook,” he spoke softly, “Remember me, and in a few years, when you’re ready, you can kill me however you want.”

I stared at him, utterly speechless as the words left his mouth, but I couldn’t even find it in myself to shake my head in disagreement. Slowly, his hand left mine, and the coldness in his eyes sent a new kind of chill down my spine just before he got to his feet. I watched him as he stared down at me one last time, finally closing me back in the closet. I shivered as I listened to him leave me behind, my parents’ bodies a reminder of the events of the night, and the knife I couldn’t seem to let go. I brought it to my face, quickly dropping it as I saw the blood staining my skin. Fresh tears flowed from my eyes as I finally took in the large amount of my sister’s blood still marking my body. I pulled my legs close to my chest, hiding my face from the truth.

The sun peaked through the windows as our security system began opening all the windows once again. I jumped at the loud thundering. My eyes felt undeniably heavy from all the tears I’d shed. I shifted, finally letting go of my legs to grab the knife given to me. I looked at it, my reflection barely recognizable as I stared at myself. Then my eyes fell to my hand, the one he’d touched; it still felt warm as if he was still holding it. His warmth should have been consoling, but how could he console me when he was the reason I needed to be consoled? I had whispered his name all night long, a mantra I knew I’d never forget, and I gripped firmly onto the knife as the loud sirens echoed outside the window, warning me of the end of the purge, and the beginning of my new reality.

Present Day

I clenched my hand. Sometimes, I could still feel him holding my hand, no matter how unwelcome it was. I stared at the back of his head, my hand instinctively falling to the knife strapped around my thigh—the knife he’d given me. I was going to kill him with it. I was going to kill him with it after I was done killing the people that made him.

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Catcall (Bruce)

this was originally for someone else, and then i wasn’t gonna post it, but here it is so thats that.

WARNINGS are limited to catcalling, making men uncomfortable, sudden kisses and embarrassing flirting.

Wanda elbows you, hard, and you jerk upright, nearly tripping over your own feet.

“Huh?” You grunt, glancing at her from where she’d been running beside you. She shoots you a dark look and you shrink some. “What?”

“Stop staring and make a move.” She whispers, her voice sharp and you glance back over to where you’d been drooling over Bruce as he went through laboured push ups.

“Damn, hot stuff, you come here often!” You shout across the gym, startling Bruce enough that he lands face first onto the floor and Wanda loses her stride on the treadmill. Hurriedly pressing buttons, she turns off her machine, wheezing around giggles and squeaks of laughter. Bruce sits up, glancing over at the two of you curiously before smiling. “You look hot!”

“Thanks.” He laughs, moving back into position and starting back up with the workout. Wandas hand slams on the buttons of your treadmill as she pulls you from the room, still laughing.

“What the hell was that?” She squawks, shaking your hand hard in her laughter and you blush, glancing back at the gym doors. What is Bruce hears whatever this is?

“Shh.” You hiss, dragging her further down the hall until you came across the cinema and dragged her in. “What?”

“Oh. Oh my. Yes.” She gasps, still laughing and you want to stomp your foot in frustration. “Don’t worry, his face was just hilarious. His expression. Don’t worry.”

You nod slowly, still frowning. But what else could it be? Sure, you’re bad at flirting but it can’t be that bad.

“You’re staring.” Sam prods and you groan softly, glaring at him, but your eyes are inevitably drawn back to Bruce where he struggles to cut a tomato. You beam as the fruit tumbles from his grip, the knife coming down haphazardly, cutting all wrong and barely missing his finger. Bruce swears softly and you mind instantly conjures other imagines. For a moment, he stands there completely still, unable to fiddle with his glasses with juice covered hands before grabbing another from the basket and trying again.

“So?” You mutter, watching him mangle another fruit, his expression drawn into a sour mask.

“Why don’t you just say something?” Sam encourages and you sigh, frowning at the dark haired man across the room. You shouldn’t, he really looks stressed and adding to that stress would just be rude.

“I don’t want to annoy him or something.” You mumble and Sam rolls his eyes, giving you a look.

“If it were me, and a pretty girl like you came onto me, I could never be annoyed.” Sam promises, patting your knee gently and rising to his feet. Inhaling a steadying breath, you licked your lips and hesitated.

“You lookin’ fine as f*ck today, sweet thang!” You call to Bruce, watching him mangle another tomato in surprise, while Sam gapes at you. Bruce stares at you for a moment before shaking his head and grinning, picking up another tomato. Sam stares at you with an open mouth before he carefully moves to your side.

“What the hell was that?” He asks softly while you gaze at a now smiling Bruce, watching him manage to actually cut a whole tomato. Averting your eyes when he looks up, you quickly glance back to watch his tiny victory dance before he settles on another tomato. “Y/N, honey, look at me.”

“Hm? What?” You mumble, meeting Sams eyes with a wrinkle of confusion.

“What’d you just do?” He asks softly and you warily glance sideways at Bruce.

“Flirted?” You ask hesitantly and Sam groans softly, palms covering his face.

“Y/N? Please, tell me this is a prank.” He glances around seriously before frowning at you. “Have you started a Youtube channel? Is that what this is?”

“No?” You whisper, your face getting hotter by the second and your panic rising. “Am I doing it wrong? The guys on the street always do it like that and you know I was stuck in that cell.”

Sam sighs tiredly before glancing over at Bruce who’s smirking at the tomatos, even if every so often one still ends up bruised or on the floor.

“Kid, you just catcalled the Hulk.” He groans softly, and you blink at him, cringing.

“Is that bad?” You whisper, horrified and he has the audacity to snort. “Sam!”

“He’s taking it really well, it’s probably nothing. Just- Just refrain from it as much as you can. I’m free… Hell, uh, Wednesday. We’ll watch a couple of movies and I’ll help you out, okay?”

“Okay?” You croak, nodding nervously and he shakes his head, grinning at you.

“You’re really strange.” He smirks and you scowl. Wordlessly, you shove to your feet and cross to where Bruce is still cutting the tomatos and shoot Sam a glare that he laughs at.

“What’re you doing?”

“Bolognese.”

“Hello everybody.” Sam greets, pacing before the television with a superior tilt to his lips. “This is Flirting 101.”

You grin at the grandeur he imbues into the words, without thinking, you nudge Bruce beside you. When he glances at you, he’s dead eyed, and you can’t help giggling.

“Have fun.” You mouth to him and he rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch.

“Here I have my assistant teacher, Miss Romanov. So, welcome students. How about we introduce ourselves?” Sam teases and you snicker, but sit up all the same.

“This is stupid.” Bruce mutters and you poke your tongue at him.

“I’m Y/N.” You greet and Thor laughs delightedly.

“Quite nice to see you here, my friend. I am Thor, of Asgard.” Thor pipes up, grinning at you around Bruce and you grin right back. Across the room, Natasha hides her smile under a palm and Sam beams at you.

“First on the agenda, we will watch some pivotal and teaching scenes from these four movies. Then Natasha will illustrate a correct technique, before we pair you off and get you to test it on one another.” He smiles and your smile dies. Sam smirks at your expression, nodding subtly.

“I have something to do!” You shout, jerking to your feet and Natasha snorts. Sam frowns at you playfully, eyes narrowed with sadistic glee.

“I’m sure you don’t.”

“I do!”

“What exactly, have you got to do?”

“You want me to explain?” You hiss, clearing your throat nervously and glancing at the others. Bruce has a worried expression on his face, his eyes almost pleading for you while Thor looks mildly interested. Meeting Sams eyes with your own, you narrow your gaze and try not to smile. “I just got my period.”

“Now- Y/N, you can’t-” Sam starts, only for Bruce to cut in.

“Dude, what the hell?” He snaps and Sam quiets, eyeing him nervously. “If she’s got to go, she’s gotta go. Why would you make her reveal that?”

“I- uh-”

“Come on, Y/N, he’s a dick.” Bruce snaps, gently catching your arm in his and guiding you from the room with a furious look in his eye. As you clear the door, he grins at you and you can’t help brightening with him. “Run, run, run.”

You yelp as he takes off, his hand catching yours and pulling you along with him, your laughter echoing down the hall behind you.

“Damn it!” Sam shouts and Bruce laughs, pulling you around a corner and pulling you into the bathroom, both your chests heaving as he slams the door shut and locks it. Brushing your hair back, you can’t help but grin at him as he presses a finger to his lips and presses an ear to the door.

“I can’t hear him.” He whispers and you snicker, hopping up onto the sink to watch him. “But we should stay here for a little while. Just in case.”

You eye him with a delighted curiosity, picking up on the hesitant note in his voice. “That’s what we should do, you think?”

He shrugs uncomfortably, his cheeks a little red and you grin. Wait. Are you flirting?

“What’ll we do?” You ask, glancing around the sparingly furnished bathroom with a disappointed frown. Bruce scratches his head, glancing around unsurely as well.

“Uh-” He hums, and you refocus on him, just in time to watch him cross the bathroom in a single stride and capture your jaw in his palm. For a moment, his lips hesitate over yours and you ache with a sudden intensity you can’t name, your hand coming up and tugging on his hair, pressing your lips to his.

He groans softly as your lips touch, his hand catching on your waist and clutching it as your thighs close around his waist, holding him close. Tugging on his hair, you swallow his moan, licking into his mouth and earning another groan. Tongue sliding against yours, Bruces head tilts, the angle moving him closer and you moan softly as he curls his tongue against yours.

“Baby, what that mouth do?” He gasps as you part and you can’t help snorting, your head falling to his shoulder as he chuckles. “Were they serious? Were you really being serious there?”

“I can’t flirt!” You protest shyly, holding your face hidden against his shoulder and he laughs again, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

“They were so bad.” He teases and you pull back, glaring at him and punching his shoulder.

“Well how bad could they be? Or weren’t we just making out?” You counter, raising your eyebrows and smirking smugly. He laughs, rolling his eyes and pulling you off the sink to slide slowly down his body.

“I liked you before you started yelling weirdly sexual things at me, doofus.” He retorts, grinning when you tug lightly on his hair, before tucking it behind his ear.

“But would you have locked yourself in a bathroom with me to kiss me if I hadn’t made yelled said weirdly sexual things?”

He groans, head rolling before he smiles at you softly. “You win.”

You laugh, palms capturing his face and pulling him toward you for another kiss.

ta da!

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