#he shoved me off into the dirt and spat on my face and kicked me in the ribs

[sandorcleganeshornswagglingrack]

that anime moment sandor and i had when i tripped and fell facefirst right into his bazoongas

[pepsiboyy]

beyond the contract - part 4

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs and a lot of mafia shit??, some smooches rahh author's note: HI FRIENDS!!! lots of important context in this chapter, i hope it's a good one <3 back to reader pov next chapter!! some fun sibling banter too yayyy also yes i Did delete this chapter on accident after LITERALLY FINISHING IT. :D WC: 2024 (lol xd) lowercase intentional !!

i couldn't help but allow my gaze to linger across matt's features as he kept his eyes on the road, a hand on the wheel and the other on his own leg.

matt seemed to pick up on this as he turned to face me, his eyebrows furrowed. "what's your deal?" he smiled.

"where are you taking me?" i questioned.

matt and i were having our first date today. it had been about a week since he asked me that night at the pond.

"uhh, well.." matt trailed off. "i don't like crazy stuff, i could only think of more chill stuff, so…" he trailed off.

"soo..?" i continued for him and smiled as he shot me a joking death glare.

"we're going to an art museum?" he stated, but it was more of a question as he turned to me for half a second and back at the road.

i gasped and clasped my hands together. "i've never really been to one!" i chuckled as i looked out the window at the trees passing by.

matt just smiled softly to himself as he continued to drive. he really hadn't been to one either, but he knew that wherever you two went, it would be a fun time.

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"where's matt?" chris called to nick from the kitchen.

nick was laying against their couch, his eyes glued to his phone. while they had a lot to do, he needed the break more than anything. he scrolled through his phone as he let out a deep sigh. "i don't know, chris, he's probably out getting tutored. or his dick sucked or something."

"ew, nick," chris muttered as he opened the fridge and grabbed a pepsi, moving to take a seat on the couch as well. "gross."

they sat in silence for a few moments before chris cleared his throat and turned to nick. "i talked with the coordinator the other day," he breathed, and nick immediately dropped his phone and gave chris his full attention. he nodded his head at him with wide eyes as if to say, 'go on.' chris let out a deep sigh as he messed with his hair. "it.. didn't really go well. we need to break the news to matt soon. or else.." he trailed off.

"or else what?" nick muttered, before he sat up from his previous laying down position to look at chris. "what, chris?" he repeated, shifting to be directly in front of the younger's face.

chris immediately shoved him out from in front of him. "no need to be so close, god," he muttered before he shrugged. "he said he'd complete the mission himself." he stated.

nick blinked a few times before he let out a deep sigh. he leaned back against the couch as they both stared at the ceiling.

"nick… how did we get into this situation?" he questioned, almost as a whisper as he turned to the oldest triplet. "to be completely honest, i don't really know why we're doing this all. i just want to be with my brothers. but it doesn't make sense to me. why are we killing people, why are we kicking up dirt on people and.. why are we getting each other involved so severely? we both know matt wants nothing to do with it, and i'm not entirely sure i want to be involved either." he trailed off, and nick simply listened to him.

"it's… a long story." he stated softly, but his eyes closed.

"i have time." chris stated firmly, sitting up to listen to nick.

"okay well, are you gonna interrupt me every five seconds? that'll make this five hours longer than it needs to be." nick spat, but chris only cracked a smile.

"no, just get to it kid," he responded as he took a sip of his pepsi.

nick took a deep breath before starting. "well, as you know, the eclipse alliance prioritizes discipline, order within ranks, and most of all, loyalty. the alliance was established decades ago amongst a few teenagers who seeked power, wealth and control. they got this tightly knit group and developed a hierarchy structure. with their goal to expand their influence, the alliance grew rapidly. this caused them to expand to various legal enterprises including smuggling, extortion, drug trafficking, and money laundering-"

"nick, stop with the big words, bro. i understood maybe half of what you just said." chris stated blankly, but he was clearly interested in the topic.

nick rolled his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "anyways. we got involved with eclipse alliance because.. well.. we had financial struggles growing up," nick stated bluntly, shrugging as he stared into space in front of him. considering they lived from ten onward without parents, nick took initiative at a young age to try and keep him and his brothers stable. "since around when i had joined eclipse alliance, black veil operations emerged as a challenger to us. their logo is a silhouette of a woman with a veil and a growing flame behind it." nick stopped to take a soft breath before continuing. "they were fueled by the desire to trial their dominance and establish themselves as a rival power." nick took a deep breath as he looked at chris, who was listening closely. "while eclipse alli-"

brrr.

nick cringed at chris, who let out probably the most disgusting burp known to man. "can you fucking listen?" he spat, and chris immediately threw his hands up and pointed at his pepsi. after a few moments, nick continued. "while eclipse alliance prioritizes hierarchy, order and loyalty, black veil operations takes a more decentralized approach to their operations. they're known for their cunning tactics, flexibility, and willingness to exploit weakness within their rivals, which is us." chris nodded along. "they're determined to undermine the eclipse alliance's power and expand their own influence by using any means necessary."

chris stared at nick and slowly nodded before blinking a few times. "i see. i guess." he thought for a few moments before he shrugged. "i don't know, i think people need to let go of grudges."

nick chuckled and stood up. "what i'm saying. but i did what i could to get us to where we are today. even if it means risking my life, or.. ours, now." he shrugged.

chris nodded and smiled. "thanks for explaining to me, nick."

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no pov.

the sun had began to set, and matt was now driving home with y/n in his car. when he pulled up in front of your house and noticed the empty driveway, he cocked an eyebrow. "business trip?"

you smiled and nodded to him, shrugging as you began to get out of the car.

matt quickly followed and got out with you.

your first date was great. matt felt like he had an amazing time with you. he loved the way your hand felt in his, like they perfectly molded together. but now it was time for matt's plan to end the night. he smiled at you as he bit his lip, expression clearly nervous.

you seemed to quickly pick up on this and spoke up, "you okay? what's got you so nervous?" she questioned, and matt internally cursed at himself.

"i uhh. got you something? but don't be weird about it." he breathed as he watched you stare blankly at him. fuck, he felt so shy. this was the worst moment to start kicking himself in the ass. "can you uhh.. turn around?" he chuckled nervously when you looked at him confused before you obeyed and turned around, moving your hands over your eyes.

matt bit his lip as he pulled a few things out from his car.

"y- you can turn around now," he stammered.

you did just that, and upon turning around, your jaw dropped.

matt had a small posterboard with "PROM?" written on it, and a bouquet of flowers in one hand that held the sign while his other just held it tightly.

"you're such a dork," you whispered as you smiled and stepped towards him, carefully taking the bouquet of flowers to relieve him of awkwardly holding them with the poster.

"i know you really wanted to go to prom, and… i don't, but. if it'll make you happy," he trailed off, and tried to bite back a smile as he watched you smile in awe at him.

"i'd love to." you responded.

matt smiled warmly at you. his heart was racing. to get answers out of this girl, did he need to ask her to prom? no. but did he really, genuinely care about this girl and what she truly wanted? yes.

they stared at each other for a few moments as matt put his arms down, letting the sign sit at his feet. he hadn't even realized how close together you guys were now, standing between his car and the curb.

you both smiled at each other, you faces both a shade of pink.

how could this girl have any ties with black veil operations, matt thought to himself. she was an innocent girl, a beautiful innocent girl. a sweetheart. his internal dialogue rambled, but it immediately came to a halt when he felt your lips press against his.

his eyes widened for a moment before they fluttered shut and he felt his hands subconsciously move to your waist.

when you pulled away, matt stared at you for a few moments, his eyes wide, and yours were just as wide.

just as you were about to apologize for the action, matt gently squeezed your hand.

"wanna come inside for a bit?" you asked, and matt felt his stomach turn.

-

chris groaned as he turned to the clock beside him. matt was supposed to be home an hour ago. he sighed as he set his headset down and carefully picked up his phone, pulling up matt's contact and shooting him a text.

chris:

hey wya??

-

matt allowed a soft groan to leave him upon feeling a hand of yours run up his side and gently along his back.

'wanna come inside for a bit' led to you both against your living room couch with matt on top of you.

matt gently ran a hand down your side and tucked it under the hem of your shirt, his cheeks burning pink as he stopped.

the way you smiled against his lips and parted your own softly gave him enough permission to gently tuck his fingers under the hem.

matt couldn't help but glance down at the now exposed skin under your shirt before an inked spot on your skin caught his eye. he immediately halted and turned to the decorated skin, his entire expression falling.

"what's wrong..?" you questioned, sitting up slightly.

"what is this?" matt was pale. he looked up at you, his entire demeanor changing.

you smiled nervously as you looked away. "ahh, i don't know.. i've had it since i was like twelve." you chuckled, but your smile faltered when you looked up at matt.

matt let in a deep breath as he stood up and checked his phone. 12:37am.

"fuck, i promised chris i'd play fortnite with him." matt chuckled as he shoved his phone in his pocket.

"are you okay?" you questioned, scrambling to your feet and straightening out your disheveled clothes and hair.

matt smiled reassuringly at you and nodded, walking to the door. after walking outside, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips that lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away and hugged you tightly. "thank you for today, i had an amazing time." he whispered against your ear.

you nodded softly and hugged him back.

as matt began to walk to his car, he smiled brightly at you and waved. he got in his car and started it, driving away once you re-entered your house. he drove down the street before he pulled over and buried his face in his hands. the only thing he could think of what the inked skin just above your pelvis.

a silhouette of a woman with a veil and a growing flame behind it.

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[starlightazriel]

a court of love & scars

18+

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part 7, Azriel

I had heard her, I heard her, in my head. Calling out for anyone to help her, I had been there as soon as I could flying to where I knew she was, where I had been waiting for her to come home from. Why did she go there? What was she looking for there? That was an issue for another time. The image was burned into my mind, a little spring rabbit defenseless against a wolf, ready to devour his prey. It had turned my stomach, filled me with a rage I hadn't felt for so long, the kind that begged to take over, the kind that whispered the most devilish hell worthy things in your ear, begging you to take a bite. I could have killed him, right there, one little thought and the shadows would squeeze even harder, crushing his windpipe, leaving him breathless, dead within minutes.

Anger coursed through my veins, bubbling out of my siphons with each step toward him. I wanted to kill him. I blasted him with my power, shooting him back into the rock wall, he groaned in pain, falling to the ground, blood pouring from the wound in the back of his head. I kicked him, spat on him. And then spoke with pure hatred. "If you ever," I spat again, "even so much as look at her again, I will find you, and I will kill you. And that's not a threat, it's a promise," I said coolly, placing my foot on his head and shoving his face into the dirt, he was choking, gasping for air, blood spilling from his mouth too.

"Azriel," fear laced her suddenly found voice. Scared of me? I softened, relaxed at the sound of my name on her lips, and finally turned to look, as if I had just remembered she was still there. "I think- I think he gets it," she breaths, holding her knees to her chest, covering her exposed skin. I quickly pulled my cloak off, rushing to her and wrapping it around her. The male, now struggling to crawl away, forgotten.

"Are you hurt? What were you thinking? I swear I will kill him I'll-" Anger still danced in my eyes as I looked down at her, searching her face. "Why would you come out alone? You never come out alone, I don't care how safe the city is anything can happen-"

"I'm okay, he poisoned me," she cuts me off, wincing at my tone, her voice barely a whisper, tears still streaming, refusing to meet my eyes. I softened, slowly, hesitantly reaching my hand to wipe her tear away. I could feel heat rising to her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I say, cursing quietly and running a hand through my hair. "I should have been there, I should have stopped it sooner, I- Are you sure you're okay?"

"I just have a headache," she whispers meekly, still refusing to look at me. "Come on," I say softly, helping her to her feet. "Let's get you home," I scooped her up in my arms, trying to ignore when the cloak exposed her bare thighs in the motion, she had quickly fixed them folding her hands in her lap and resting her head on my chest. I swallowed hard, my jaw flexing, but I said nothing.

I opted for flying, knowing that Mor was still drinking by the fireplace, and that Gwen wouldn't want to have to explain any of this tonight. Maybe not ever. I flew right to my window, since hers wasn't built for just flying into, I beckoned the shadows, coaxing them to open the window for me and we glided inside landing gently onto the floor. "You can bathe in here, if you want, I'll get your clothes," I offered, glancing down at the floor awkwardly, I had placed her down and was there was now a healthy distance between us.

"Can I- can I stay here too, tonight?" she asks, her voice still barely a whisper, like she was just too weak to talk at the moment. I have to teach her to defend herself, or Cassian does.. I would probably get too distracted. I swallowed, lifting my eyes to study her face, I simply nodded, and walked into my bathroom getting a hot sudsy bath started for her. "Come on, get in," I say quietly, turning to face the wall to give her some privacy, the back of my neck felt hot, I looked up, biting my lip as I hear her naked body slip into the water. "All clear?" I mumble out quietly. "Yes," she says softly, and I turn, trying not to let my eyes wander, but the look of the soapy water just barely covering those magnificent breasts had the heat rising to my cheeks, and hers in turn. "Alright I'll be right back," I breath out before disappearing into the shadows, I slipped into her room and collected her clothes, tucking them away under my arm.

I then made my way through the shadows, searching the cupboards for the tea I knew would shake the remaining poison from her veins. Again, why was she there? Was she looking to meet someone? Was she there avoiding my return? Well, if she had been, she wasn't avoiding me anymore.

Penny for your thoughts brother. Rhys voice crept into my mind.

You're already here. I imagined a nice hard grimace, knowing Rhys would get that image clearly too.

Well you were thinking so damned loud, are you making tea? It was like I could hear his teasing laughter in my head.

I don't want to talk about it. What are you even doing up, anyway? I closed my eyes for a second, huffing out a breath as I poured the hot water into the teacup the little metal ball containing the tea leaves bobbing up before sinking down, I added some honey, knowing it would be bitter without it, the sweet smell filling my nose.

Oh you know, just doing what one does at this hour. I could practically hear a sly smirk in his tone, must be nice.

Go away. I simply think, another chuckle, and then he did just that, I made sure my shields were well in tact again after that. I traveled in shadow back up to my room and stand in front of the tub holding the cup of tea out, her nightgown still tucked under my arm. "Drink this, it won't be pleasant but it will get rid of the remnants of the poison," I say softly, watching her shaking hand reach out for the cup of tea. I placed her clothes down, getting ready to turn and leave.

"Can you stay?" She asks quietly, I say nothing, but I settled into the chair adjacent from the tub, ttrying not to notice that the bubbles were starting to thin out, leaving less to the imagination, my jaw ticked and I forced myself to stare up at the ceiling. My head tilted all the way up I closed my eyes.

"So why were you there tonight?" I ask, a slight edge in my tone, though I tried to hold it back. I would be lying if I didn't say that it had bothered me, especially when the first thing I had done upon my arrival tonight was asked where she was and the group had informed me that she went to Rita's. I had been waiting by the fire anxiously for her safe return when I had suddenly, known that something was wrong,

"I just- I wanted to be alone I- I wasn't ready to face you after embarrassing myself the night of the party and- Now I've just embarassed myself again, I suppose," her voice had gotten quieter with each word she spoke, I held my head straight again, looking at her. Her cheeks were red and rosy, knees pulled to her chest, I kept my eyes on her face, with all my strength.

"Embarrassing yourself?" I cock my head to the side slightly. "How?" I ask, resting my hands on my knees, gripping them, my knuckles white. I had to try and contain myself, but she was so close, and so naked.

"Because we kissed- then you left... I didn't hear anything.. I just, I don't know, I guess I've just been thinking about it too much-I mean not about it but about like- why you-" she cut herself off, realizing that she was rambling on and on, her lips slightly parted, eyes darting over to my hands that were still wrapped tightly over my knees.

"I didn't leave because we kissed, Gwen," I speak, my tone now laced with amusement, the smallest of smiles tugging at my lips. "I was tracking," I say, leaving it just at that. Who I was tracking, what I was tracking was none of her concern right now. "And you don't ever have to feel embarrassed about anything with me," I said those last words, with me, very carefully.

"Okay," she whispered, her lips still slightly parted, her eyelids heavy, but I hadn't missed the glimmer of curiosity that flashed through her eyes at my words. "You keep saving me," She mumbled, her eyes wandering over every inch of me, she was taking it all in, I could hear her heart quicken with every passing moment.

"While I don't mind rescuing you," I smile slightly, shaking my head, "try not to get into trouble anymore I don't want to have to worry about you," I stood up, turning my back, I just couldn't stand being that close to her anymore without touching her, not while she was naked like that. Not while she was looking at me like that, eyelids heavy with lust, eyes dark with need. "Drink your tea, I'll be waiting out here," I promise and nod my head toward the door of the bathroom that connected with my room. I sat on the chair by my bed, getting comfortable in it, figuring I would just stay here. I couldn't take it anymore too stiff and aching too close to her without being able to do anything about it. I rested my hands over the growing stiffness in my pants, loudly groaning and tossing my head back. Mother save me, this was not easy.

And it didn't get any easier when she emerged from the bathroom, brushing out her wet hair. The night gown was white, thinnest of silks with thin straps and lacy trim around the hem of it. Her breasts came to two delicate points, her nipples hard against the cool air, the window was still open, she shivered a bit and climbed into my bed. I soaked in every beautiful piece of the image, hoping to keep it forever. Gwen, in my bed. I adjusted myself in my pants, sitting up a little straighter.

"Are you just gonna stay there all night?" she asks me, looking at my face now, she was sitting up on my bed, her face and delicate breasts flushed in the dim glow of my room.

"Get some rest," I breathe out huskily, forcing my eyes to stay on hers. "Is it really that bad?!" she snaps throwing the blanket off now. "Is it really so horrible being around me? So bad you don't even want to stay in your own bed if I'm in it?! You know what? that's fine Azriel I'll just go back to my room, since it's apparently just so horrible that you let me kiss you then leave for three weeks without even saying a single word to me and then just pretend it's all normal when you get back, like it never even happened!" She rambled on, throwing her arms up in the air in defeat. She stomped over to my bed room door, arms crossed over her peaked breasts, cheeks even more flushed with a new found anger. She went to open the door, hand turning the knob and she was about to yank it open, I rose to my feet.

"Where do you think you're going?" In one swift movement through shadow I had shut the door, standing behind her, dangerously close, I was towering over her, closing her in between me and the door, my hand resting on the top of it, my head bent, mouth dangerously close to her ear. I felt her freeze, every muscle in her body becoming extremely still, she was holding her breath. "Let's get one thing straight," I breathed, feeling her shudder, I slid my hand down the door, covering her hand that was still wrapped around the door knob and I slowly peeled her fingers off.

"The reason," I say, slowly running my fingers up from her hand, over her arm, up and up til they were on her shoulder, moving her hair out of my way so her ear was fully exposed. "That I keep my distance, princess, is because when I get near you, I have to use every single ounce of self control that I possess not to fuck you into complete oblivion every single time I see you," my voice was low, husky, barely a whisper in her ear. I could feel her melting, her heart pounding, throat bobbing, she had closed her eyes, like she was savoring the feeling of me so close to her. "I'm just trying," I clear my throat now, realizing what I was doing, I stand up a little bit straighter, reality slowly coming back to me. "I'm just trying to be respectful, trying to stay in my place, I'm not high fae, I'm an Illyrian Gwen, you, are a princess of the spring court," I wince a little, taking a deep breath. I withdrew slightly, reality sinking in.

She whirled around, looking up at me, my hands were now tucked into my pockets, an unreadable expression on my face. She searched, huffing out a little breath and just leaned against the door, looking up at me. "I don't know why that's supposed to matter to me, I don't get why you say that like it's such a horrible thing. I wouldn't care if you were the devil himself," she dropped her voice to a whisper, and then she bit her lip. I groaned quietly, she was making this so difficult for me.

"You don't mean that," I whisper back, holding her gaze, my eyes danced with shadows, we were so close, my hands tightened to fists in my pockets in order to keep them to myself.

"Azriel. I cant stop thinking about you," she admits, and there it was, that feeling again, like the whole world was standing still. I held my breath, looking down into her eyes, searching. I can't stop thinking about you. The words echoed in my head over and over, my jaw flexed, my heart beat quickening. This lovely female, so pure of heart, damaged in ways I couldn't even comprehend, beyond even what I had endured, so brave and courageous, strong... She couldn't stop thinking about me. Me.

This time, I kissed her, I couldn't help it. I leaned down, pressing a soft and tender kiss to her lips, slowly gliding my tongue along her lower lip, earning a little gasp from her, a smile tugged at the sides of my lips. I slowly slipped my tongue into the opening, snaking my hand up her back settling at the back of her neck and I gently tugged the hair back a bit, pulling her head back just a bit so it was tipped all the way back and I kissed her with everything I had.

Her body melted underneath my touch, like putty in my hands. I held her up against the door, thumbs lightly pressing into her hips, she moaned for me, her head tossed back against the door. I nibbled her lower lip kissing her jaw all the way up to her ear. "Likewise, rabbit, but it's time to get some sleep," I breathed against her ear, earning a shiver. It took everything in me to pull away, a smile tugging my lips at her expression. A mix of confusion from the new nickname, lust and arousal from the way that I had just kissed her, and was that annoyance, from my pulling away from her?

"Sleep," she muttered, dropping her eyes, definitely disappointed. It just wasn't right, not now, she was too vulnerable from the attack, still drunk slightly. I wouldn't take advantage of her like that. If she wanted to revisit the conversation another time, I would. Not now. "Right, goodnight," she grumbled, crawling across my bed and curling up into the blankets, her back was facing me, the thin scars snaking up, poking out of the night gown, almost reaching the back of her neck. If I ever found who left those, I would kill them.

"Goodnight rabbit," I say softly, still standing there stuck, savoring the moment, the image of her golden hair splayed over my pillows.

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hopefully this part isn't horrible 8 will be up soon

[silas-222]

this is messy… like really messy, everyone is 17+ and the end is based off my old highschool fights. It’s a bunch combined and the first time I’ve done something like this. Please forgive me and I’ll make it better next time 🙏🏽

The next day while waiting for his friend to come out of their class, Aoyama noticed that as soon as momo had left, nope stormed out of principal nezu’s office with todoroki and jirou right behind her. He snatched his phone out and quickly started tweeting out to a) warn y/n and b) tell everyone he possibly could

He quickly ran over to the UA dorms, with multiple other students following him. Loud chatter happened as even the teachers tried blending in with the students. “Dude do you actually think they’re gonna fight?” Was the main thing going around along with bets, most on y/n. He looked at his dorms and saw y/n standing infront of the dorm with a smile with shinso, sero, Denki, Kirishima, Bakugo, deku, mina and ochako. 

“Wassup momo?” Y/n greeted, some of her fingers had chunky rings and her typical jewelry was off and her hair was tied up. “You bitch!” Momo screamed before lunging at y/n. 

(Yall I’m going off of fights that I’ve been in and girls at my school as well.) 

Momo was able to get one hit that very audibly connected with her face. Y/n then shoved the black haired girl off of her and got on top. Her right fist raised and connecting with the side of momo’s head multiple times before momo was able to get the upper hand and grabbed y/n by the hair and threw her into the ground. 

Momo continued to beat on her before y/n raised her leg and kicked her off. With the long black hair infront of her, y/n reached out and pulled her down onto the ground hard, hearing momo’s body hit the floor before shoto ran into the fight. He tackled y/n off of momo as she got up and she started beating on y/n. Shinso immediately ran in and started throwing punches onto shoto, tackling him to the ground the same way he did to y/n. Everyone heard the connection of shotos back hitting the dirt near the tree. 

“OH SHIT!” Sero, Denki and Kirishima yelled out before they noticed jirou running into the fight, her and momo jumping y/n as Mina ran in to help. 

Mina reached behind jirou and pulled on her ears, hard. A scream from jirou before Mina started pulling on her hair and hitting on jirou. 

“You fucking big back bitch!” Y/n screamed before she lifted her leg and kicked momo’s ribs. “Fucking stank ass whore!” She yelled before she got ontop of her and punched her repeatedly. After ten straight connecting hits, momo knocked out. Y/n staying ontop of her as she panted heavily. 

Shinso punched shoto in the stomach before kneeing his nose, weakening him before Aizawa finally pulled him off. Mina on the other hand was standing above jirou spitting on her curled up body. “Don’t ever fuck with y/n again you purple bitch.” She spat as All Might held her back now. 

Next to y/n was Present Mic who announced to the students to go back to their dorms. He had one hand on y/n’s shoulder as the teachers picked up momo’s squad and led y/n’s group to recovery girl. 

[bornspellcaster]

Little Firefly - 1

(When the time pool closes before she reaches it and Luz finds herself hopelessly stuck in ancient times, an incident forces her to work together with her enemy to ensure their survival. In the midst of it, Luz learns there may be more than meets the eye to the frigid Puritan, and discovers the real secret to saving The Boiling Isles may just lie in reuniting an estranged family…)

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She didn’t think she had to look behind her. The Boiling Isles should have honed her instincts better. She should have known! Perhaps she’d gotten too cocky, too confident, too assured that she would find her way back home without a problem. Surely she couldn’t get stuck away from home, away from home!

She’d just been about to leap into the rippling, and closing pool when her arm was harshly seized. “Hey!”

“Luz!” Lilith cried, her heterochromatic eyes widening with horror right as the ripples in the sand stilled.

“I followed you, you know,” Philip began casually as he yanked the child away. “And it didn’t occur to me to ask you—mostly because I was too busy nursing my broken FACE—but I have a series of questions for you, little wench. What has your kind been doing infiltrating the human world in the first place?”

“I-“ Luz struggled as she reached out towards the sand. “Let go of me!” 

“And I heard you talking with your aunt, you’re trying to make a door. Do you have some ingredients needed already? What are they and where are they?!” he growled. “And where does that pool even lead?”

“I don’t have any! The only portal I made collapsed in on itself!” Luz ripped herself out of his grip, her hands desperately scrambling through the sand, and shoveling up grains with her hands. She felt her anxiety climb with every inch deeper she dug, no pool in sight.

He scoffed as he straightened himself and got up, clearly paying no mind to the teen increasingly on the edge of a mental break down as she kicked and dug sand like a dog, all but shoving her face into the dirt.

“Clearly I have no use left for you then,” Philip said coldly as he left the teen to her own devices. She didn’t even hear him leave, too busy shoving her face in different parts of the beach, in a vain attempt to find another pool to take her home..

It hadn’t taken long to find him after that, his boot prints leaving their tracks along the sand and up a path leading to a cave. Luz was sure her own shoe prints were sizzling into the earth. The boiling anger seething within her rivaled the temperature of the seas.

So this is where he lived, huh? Fitting. Smelly. Old looking and alone. Cold. …Empty. She’d seen prison cells that had more furnishing.  It looked like his bed was a stone slab. There was a worn old table that he’d probably stolen from someone, and on it, a simple fishing rod and what looked like a badly whittled spear.

And there he was with his back turned.

“YOU!” Luz roared.

Philip barely had time to register the events, of vitriol spat curses in a tongue he hadn’t heard in quite some time, the man looking over in time to see a blur of colors, and being sent crashing hard to the ground.

Luz pettily clung to the back of his jacket, her hands ripping fistfuls of his beard, electing enraged shrieks of pain as the scraggly man grappled with the girl, until he’d finally ripped the brat off of him by the scruff of her collar.

“You detestable little wench!” the man seethed through tightly clenched teeth. He hurled her to the ground. “How DARE you lay a hand on me, you beastly little creature!”

Luz sneered through emotionally and physically pained tears. “Ohoho I’ll show you beastly, you smelly old dirt bag!” She reached into her satchel and pulled out a crumpled parchment, and Philip’s eyes widened as he barely had a chance to barrel roll out of the way of a crackling fireball.

“You wish to throw fire, do you?” Philip reached into his pocket and pulled out his own set of parchments, malice crackling as brightly as the flames as he clapped together two different glyphs, and Luz quickly deflected the hot bolt of electricity with a wall of vines.

“Thanks to you I’m STUCK HERE!” Luz roared, trying to lunge at his ankles with a string of tightly constricting vines. “You kept me back, away from my aunt and the time pool closed before I went through!” she shouted.

“Well perhaps you should have just stayed in your own time then.” Ducking away from needle sharp shards of ice, he bared his teeth. “Oh I’ve had just about enough of you, you little barbarian!”

“Yeah?? How about you come back to the beach with me? I’ve dug a few holes, one big enough to be YOUR GRAVE!” She tried to hurtle a ball of fire at the man, but his vines whipped out like a scourge.

Luz yelped loudly in pain as the spiked vines seized her around the waist, and hurled her against the rock side of the cave. Finally unable to withstand anymore abuse today, her helmet, dented from the battle, could no longer even grip onto her head.

Philip watched the gladiator helmet fall to the ground, and his shoulders fell slack in shock. “…You’re a human?”

Before Luz could respond, the cave….began to rumble.  Both gasped in horror as it began to collapse in on itself. Boulders crashed to the ground, sending shards of gravel and clouds of dust billowing into the air. It was hard to see. It was hard to hear over the roaring.

“Damnit, look what you’ve done!” Philip shouted at the child. She didn’t have time to snip back at him, as just then, another several rocks fell in front of the entrance, plunging them into deeper darkness. There was barely a sliver of light remaining.

Philip looked frantically back at the entrance he knew they couldn’t risk using as an exit. There were too many rocks falling. One by one, falling like a child’s wooden blocks, and soon they would reach them.

“This way!” Philip growled as he started to run further into his cave. “Well? If you don’t want to become a flapjack then come on! Makes no difference to me!”

Luz didn’t hesitate a moment longer before quickly following Philip. “It’s a dead end!”

“No. It only seems like it is!” He shoved the girl aside as he reached a strange part of the wall. Clapping a glyph combination onto the rocks, Luz was nearly blown back by the force of the sudden blast. The stack of rocks tumbled downward to reveal another passage that twisted further into the ever darkening cave.

“Ahhhhh!” An ear piercing shriek that came from the man made Luz spin around in shock. She gasped when she saw Philip, pinned to the ground by the leg by a bowling ball sized rock. Ichor spilled and stained the cave floor and Luz could already see a sizeable gash from here. 

For one mean moment, she considered turning back around…but that moment didn’t last. Gritting her teeth with a groan, Luz rushed back quickly to Philip. The man’s cerulean eyes followed her in confusion as she whipped out her vines and looped one end around the boulder, and the other part of the vine she reeled around both of her wrists.

“What are you-“

“Just help me!” Luz snarled, as Philip began pushing at the boulder as well. Once free, Luz looped the vines around his midsection and her arms under his, dragging his limp leg through the passageway, and leaving a long dark trail of blood as she did.

Philip tried to tuck them into the crevice as much as he could, and he winced with the child as the roaring got louder. Luz squeezed up close to him and shut her eyes.

They were plunged into total darkness. ….The roaring stopped and the only sounds that could be heard were the remaining small pebbles tumbling down the decrepit walls. The cloud of dust still had a chokehold around their throats, forcing them to cough into the fabric of their clothes.

Both panted in terror and Luz looked around her. The cave was so black she couldn’t even see her own hand now. The chaos having settled for a moment, she was aware of a nauseating stickiness covering her hands that stunk of copper. She knew what it was, and she didn’t know if it was from her or him.

“Ugh….” Him, definitely him.

Luz reached into her pockets with slippery hands and pulled out one of her glyphs. Activating it, an orb of light illuminated their surroundings, and the blood coating her fingers. …And Philip. Luz’s stomach sunk. He was getting pale.

“We’ve gotta stop the bleeding.” She glared at him and pulled the bandage he’d been nursing his fake injury with earlier, none too gently. “Look at that, pretend to be hurt and then you actually get hurt. Karma is a B, huh? At least you have use for this bandage now!”

Philip glowered at her through half lidded eyes, but even in the limited light Luz saw something that she hadn’t seen from the scruffy old scholar since meeting him. Genuine confusion…and almost bewilderment. Like someone had never shown him genuine kindness before…despite how she had willingly done so when they met and that’s how this mess began.

“Why did you save me?”

Luz sighed as she grimaced trying to stretch in the little, cramped space they had. “Because I’m not like you. I don’t just let other people die, even if I don’t like them.” She tilted her head wryly. “And you’re the only one that knows the way out of this cave. Now come on, lean on me,” she sighed.

He looked uncertainly at her hand that she offered out, and scowling, he grimaced and groaned as he stumbled into a limp, pointedly refusing her hand.

Luz scoffed and started walking through the small passage. “Whatever.” She instead looked around her, trying to assess the passage and just how long it might be. It twisted and turned into different stretches going down, seeming to be surprisingly deep. “It’s a labyrinth . Geez, it looked shallow until I actually got a deeper look!”

“It’s always been fairly deep,” Philip agreed, wincing as he used his splint/shovel from earlier as a cane, and stumbling his way down the dark path. “I got an infestation of those blasted spider bats and sealed off most of the other paths. I made it one tiny room, but with enough chipping away, we’ll be able to safely destroy the rocks blocking the openings.”

Luz nodded hopefully and brought to life another bright beaming glyph, shining like a small beacon to illuminate the path that lay beyond.

“Why didn’t you…tell me you were human?” Philip asked conversationally as they walked. He tried to sound as casual as he could, but inside he was reeling. Another human, here? A human CHILD, no less? By the titan, the little girl looked nearly the same age he was when he came here.

He felt for her, despite everything. He couldn’t imagine how terrifying this wretched place was for someone her age.

Luz scoffed. “Well initially it’s because me being human has led to more people than not trying to kill me at first meeting, but it seems if you get a jerk big enough like you that doesn’t matter.”

“I wouldn’t have used you as a sacrifice if I knew you were a human child!” he exclaimed angrily.

“And that makes it better? You would still kill my aunt.”

He made a face of derision. “ If you’re a human child, you don’t have a witch aunt. What are you doing fraternizing with these savages anyway?”

Luz whirled right around, and the light glowed about as hot as the rage in her almond shaped eyes. “Say that again and I’ll give you a punch in the jaw to match your broken nose.” She wasn’t sure if she could though, purely because of the injury he was currently nursing. It felt a bit like overkill and was probably making him suffer enough.

Speaking of… She glanced down at his leg and her eyebrows shot up in concern. Already a dark stain of red was soaking through the linen and starting to trickle down his leg. Judging by the way he was beginning to sway, blood loss was beginning to affect him.

“Save your bigotry for when you have more strength, how about?” Luz said dryly. “We’ve got to figure out how to stop the bleeding because this bandage isn’t working. I need to get a better look into this wound.”

“And I’m supposed to trust your expertise on medical knowledge?” Philip snipped, and Luz nearly shoved him to the ground.

“You will if you want to live, my dude! Your choice! Besides, my Mom is a vet, and she’s taught me a few things.”

Luz sighed as she looked at the glowing orb still hovering in her palm. It was barely enough to let her see his leering blue eyes, let alone the full extent of a potentially severe wound. 

“I need more light.” She grappled around in the near darkness until she found a shard of rock, one she could possibly use to scratch engravings onto the ground. “Just hold on tight, alright?” 

It was difficult in such a cramped space, but Luz managed to slowly turn a circle, the shard of rock dragging across the ground with hideous scraping sounds, drawing a much larger light glyph. She slapped her foot down and Philip winced at the blinding flash, opening one eye and staring at a much brighter ball of light that bounced its glowing rays down the tunnels.

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with. Oh yikes, you’ve lost a shade of your complexion in the past five minutes.” Luz winced as she looked at the woozy man. 

Cautiously Luz unwrapped the wound, and she inhaled sharply. It was worse than she thought. It wasn’t deadly, but left to its own devices it may be. It was bleeding, bubbling up froth and dirt and the bleeding needed to be stopped. “I don’t have a needle and thread on me…so you’re going to have to bear with me.”

Philip looked at her uncertainly. “What does that mean?”

Cleaning away the gravel and grime from the gash, Luz bit her lip and sketched a small fire glyph. Immediately Philip’s eyes bulged out. “No! Don’t you think it!” he cried.

“Look it either has to be sewn or cauterized or this could go from something serious to deadly!” Luz snapped. “I’ll be as gentle as I can be, even though you don’t deserve gentle.”

“Gentle. With fire?! How does that work?!” he snapped, eyes wide in obvious terror. He’d lost more color but Luz had a feeling that wasn’t blood loss.

“I-I don’t know!” she spluttered. “It’s our only shot right now though.” Grimacing, Luz tore off a piece of her shirt and shoveled it in the man’s mouth. Huh, she should have done that long ago…

The girl searched around for an object she could heat up, finding her options limited. In the end, she went for the tip of his shovel and nervously ignited a fire glyph. She held the flame against the metal for a good minute, and tried not to feel pity when she saw the fear in his expression. 

“Deep breath, okay?” Luz asked gently. She prayed she knew what she was doing and she pressed the red hot metal against his wound. The sizzling crackled from his skin and the stench of burning flesh stung her nostrils. His raw screams of anguish, even muffled, were the next to permeate her senses.

Philip shrieked and tried to keep still, his hand spasming around and looking for something to grip onto for leverage. He panted and heaved, nearly vomiting into the rag in his mouth. Sweat streamed down the sides of his face and tears threatened his eyes.

Luz pulled away. “It’s over,” she reassured, pleased to see the wound had clotted, the flame siphoning off the leaking vessel. “Are, uh, you okay?” Even with everything he’d done, she took no pleasure in that.

Philip was struggling to get his bearings, but nodded shakily as he stumbled to his feet. “I-I’m fine,” he said begrudgingly as he stood. “We need to keep moving before we lose oxygen.” His legs shook, nearly sending him into the rock face. 

“How long might that be?” Luz bit her lip.

“Soon if we don’t hurry.” 

Eventually they reached another twist in the long rocky passage and a stack of well placed rocks. In such a narrow tunnel, these might be harder to destroy without further injury…or trapping.

Still, Philip extracted his shovel, the shovel head glinting in their bright golden light source. He struck down, putting weight on it with his good leg, and attempting to maneuver the metal underneath one of the small boulders. “Damnit,” he cursed. “It’s wedged tighter than I…” He grunted and with a final yank, there was the sound of a snap. …It had broken as effortlessly as a toothpick.

Two parchments glowed green as vines sprouted around Luz’s arms once more, looping around the rocks. Try as she might to yank at them, it was to no avail. They were wedged, and tightly it seemed. “Geez, how tight did you stack these things?”

“It didn’t seem to be that much!” he grunted.

“We’re so close to the other side too,” Luz sighed as she slumped against the boulders. With her ear pressed against cold granite she could hear all the sounds of the cave. Distant, dripping stalactites, the sound of stray pebbles tumbling down. And…

“Breathing…” The child’s eyes widened in horror as she slowly backed up, already preparing to reach into her pocket and snatched glyphs from her pockets. Her stash was starting to run low. It was difficult to flex her blood encrusted fingers. “Oh no…oh, it smells the blood!”

“What does?!” Philip backed up quickly, ready to limp into the other direction as fast as he could and leave the child to be consumed.

“I don’t know!” Luz veered from side to side, holding up her light glyph. The glow illuminated a bright and pale yellow eye peering through the cracks. The teenager grit her teeth as she held up a ball of flames threateningly, but whatever their predator was pursued anyway and Luz gulped as the rocks started to jostle from their positions. “Well, at least it’s moving the rocks…”

The creature let off a horrible screech and Luz backpedaled onto the cave floor, her palms scraping the rocks as she attempted to put as much distance from the creature as she could. Just in time it seemed, as the rocks tumbled down right where she’d been standing.

“It’s broken through! Hey!” Luz gaped as she whirled around. She shouldn’t be surprised, but somehow it still stung seeing Philip limping in the other direction. “Get back here!”

The creature screeched again, confusingly softer this time. Luz looked up, and she saw the friendly face of the stonesleeper, whom she had affectionately nicknamed Pancake. Its large beak twitched curiously. “Pancake!” she laughed. “Did you follow us here?” Excitedly, she ran forward and clambered the rough stone of its body to reach its back. “I’m so happy to see you!” She scratched behind the creature’s long horns.

Luz tossed a cold glare at Philip standing, or more so wobbling, about five feet away from them now. The small amount of pity she’d formed for him in the last few minutes had dissipated like a puff of smoke. “I should leave you here. I should drop another friggin boulder on your leg, you jerk!”

“I didn’t know what that beast was at first! And I don’t know how in the titan’s name you’ve managed to tame it.” He narrowed his eyes at the ancient monster that didn’t look overly enthused to see him.

“I’m just that awesome,’ Luz had to preen, strutting her chest like a proud peacock. She reached a hand down to seize one of his grimy ones. He seemed to be glaring at the beast with utter distaste and it was all she could keep from losing her temper and telling Pancake to trample him.

“Your hands are all crusty.”

This bitch… “Yes with YOUR blood, and it’s about to be more if you don’t get. on. the stonesleeper,” she spoke, through bared teeth. He got the message.

With its two passengers aboard, Pancake lifted its head, stone horns rearing up for momentum, and swinging down into the rest of any rocks that made this narrow squeeze a tight fit. Luz could feel a refreshing cool breeze touch her skin. It was a welcome change to the humid and stale air of the cave. There wasn’t very much light however.

“It’s night,” Luz realized as they finally reached the opening. She could see a canvas of sparkling stars stretch across the night sky. 

Astute observation,” Philip said dryly as he nearly shoved away from the stonesleeper in disgust, despite doing so leading to him landing hard on his injured leg.

“I hope you have nothing really important inside that cave, because whoo boy…” Luz whistled as she looked at the fallen rock structure. Philip’s face fell slightly.

“Anything of significance I have with me,” he said, patting his satchel. “…However, all of my food and equipment is in there, and now I’ll have to start fresh.” He turned to look at Luz. “Well I appreciate your assistance, child. Now it seems we’re free to part ways!”

Luz whirled to the asshole, her eyes blazing at the sheer, thoughtless audacity. Just when she thought he couldn’t get any worse, honestly. “Free to part ways??” she shouted at him. “Because of you I’m stuck here! Nuh uh, you dirtbag! You are going to tell me how to get home or I am going to cauterize the rest of you!” she threatened.

He called her out on her bluff, with the most satisfied smirk. “Clearly you’re far too ‘nice’ to act on that threat.”

“You’re really that much of a psychopath to leave a kid out here alone??” She rolled her eyes. “A ‘human’ kid?”

Philip scoffed as he turned to start down the dirt path, turning mostly so Luz didn’t see the micro flash of turmoil as ‘human’ touched his ears. “I think you’ve proven you’re more than a helpless human child, Luzura. You can survive on your own.”

He took a few steps and cried out. Sharp burning daggers shot up his injured leg and fell him like a ton of bricks.

Luz watched apathetically as he groaned. “You can’t.” She smirked as she moseyed along behind him, triumphant at his glare. “Besides, if you don’t help me I’ll just follow along on Pancake and bug the crap out of you until you do, and make things more difficult for you. Oh, that’s if you haven’t fallen down a cliff or gotten eaten because you can’t outrun anything…” Her evil grin widened as his glare darkened.

“…Fine,” Philip finally growled. “I’ll take you to a place that may be able to help you, and may be able to get information on how to create another time pool. It’s a few towns over. Consider it my repayment for your…kindness.” He almost stumbled out the last word, like it was so rare in his vocabulary he didn’t know how to say it.

“Good then. I guess for tonight we should try to find somewhere to sleep. And it’s Luz by the way.” Luz yanked him back up on the stonesleeper’s back. “Now get on Pancake, shut up, and let’s get going.”

“Why ever did you name it Pancake...?”

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(And at last after two years the first chapter of Little Firefly is finally up! This is a fic I’ve wanted to write and have written and role played on and off for a while, but it was the uncertainty of canon and the ever changing plot and how it might conflict even more with my decision making that prevented me from writing this.

Now that the show is done I am more than confident with how I plan to twist some canon into my au and write my slightly more ‘neutered’ Philip Wittebane. This fic is highly Wittebro centric with a bit of a different take on some events, and of course one of the biggest focuses is on Philip and Luz. So I hope you all enjoy my take on ‘what if Luz got stuck in time and found herself back with the Wittebro-Clawthorne ancestors? c:)

[shelbgrey]

Suspicious minds(Sodapop Curtis)

Chapter 3: we're under attack

The next day me and Pony went to see the new Paul Newman movie over at the movie theater. It wasn't all that great but Pony loved it. When we walked out of the darkness and out of the building the sun shined on us burning my eyes slightly.

"I wish I looked like Paul Newman" pony suddenly said looking at his reflection in the widow of the movie theater. I don't know why he would think that. He was handsome. "why would ya say that? Your pretty handsome yourself"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I guess my looks aren't too bad but I'm not handsome like Soda or Darry"

I started to walk backwards in front of him, facing him. "So, you have you own look and that's what makes you cute"

Before our conversation could go any further we noticed a Chevy slowly driving up to us. "hay greasers!" it was a soc. Of course it was we can never have a peaceful walk home. I sighed and moved to the other side of pony so he wasn't next to the road. "stay on this side of me Ponyboy" I whispered and pulled my switchblade out of my pocket.

"you got your Blade?" I asked pony. He shook his head no. I sighed and grabbed his hand. "when I say so start running"

As the car speed up so did we. We ran down the street almost bumbling into people but that was the least of our problems.

"run!" we raced down ally and turned a couple of corners before the car came up behind us nearly running pony over. Four jumped out the car and cornered us. "you lay one finger on him your dead" I spat pointing my blade towards two of them. They just laughed and tried to touch me but I spat in his face. That was a mistake because the two that was grabbing pony quickly shoved him into the dirt and grabbed me behind.

"I think we should teach this greasy doll some manner" one said and shoved me to the ground.

"get your hands off of her!" pony shouted and tried to pull the Soc that was startling my waist keeping me the ground. "keep him quiet"

I continued to put up a fight. Kicking my legs and thrashing my arms around before they got pined next to my head and cut up by my own switchblade.

"help! Help!" my shouted mixed with pony's in till my mouth was covered by the soc's hand and my cheek was cut by the Soc's blade. I was in a dase and I almost didn't realize the Soc was thrown off of me and and bunch of boys running around me and jumping over me as they chased the group of Soc's off.

I felt my brother gently set me up so I was setting on my butt and leaning on him. "you alright little bird?" my lip quivered and my body shook as I tried to give an answer. "y-yeah"

Soda was next to race over. He stopped in front of me almost sliding on his but. "they pull a blade on you?" he asked getting pissed. I only shook my head not wanting to look at him at the moment. I was still mad at him for last night. Soda's fingers lifted up my chin so his blue eyes locked with my brown ones.

"I won't let them hurt you again" I don't cry in front of anyone but today was different. Thin tears leaked out of the corner of my eyes as soda wrapped his handkerchief around the arm the soc's cut up.

Two-bit quickly sat up the then grabbed my had lifting me back on my feet. "you okay y/n?" Darry asked as he came up to me with pony. Thank God he didn't get beat up as much as I did. All he had was a little cut on his jaw. "I'm alright, how about you Ponyboy?"

"I'm alright, just shooken up is all"

"why were you guys walking alone in the first place?" Darry barked as the gang walked back to the house. "all we did was walk home from the movies" pony said trying to help our case. I on the other hand kept quiet. Only because I was still frightened by what just happened and I knew if I kept making excuses with pony Darry and the others would only get more annoyed.

"movies and books" Darry sighed. "The both of you. I with you guys would concentrate on something else every once in a while"

"come on Darry lay off" Steve said putting his arm around me. Soda looked over to us and jealousy washed over his eyes and expression. "you should have at least carried a blade" Darry said.

"I-I did" I whimpered almost afraid to say anything. "what happened sis?" Two-bit asked. "they took it" I simply said.

"yeah she had a blade and look were that got her" Soda butted in. "if they both had one that would have gave them the excuse to cut them up a little more"

"I don't want my kid brother to tell me want to do with my other kid brother" Darry snapped and walked into the house and Diggs ran out before the screen door could slam behind him. "why's he always have to act like that?" pony asked.

"he's just got more responsibility dumped on him since mom and dad died" Soda said softly.

"how about I become your guy's personal body gard" Two-bit joked. "that's not a good idea" pony sided.

"yeah besides little bird over here already has two body guards. Any soc's would be stupid to fuck with her if soda and Steve were near" Dally said.

"what are doing out of the cooler dal?" I asked finally calming down. "ya got out early for good behavior"

"that's a first" I joked.

"yeah what are you two doing walking by yourselves?" Steve snapped wiping his bloody nose. "none of your business" pony said back.

"we're fine Stevie" I said before Steve and Pony's fight could get worse.

"I was thinking about going to the drive in and see that new Elvis movie, anyone want to go?" Dally asked.

"me and Steve are taking evie and sandy out" soda said. Well their fight didn't last long I thought. "where ya going?" pony asked his brother.

"drag race" soda said. "yeah that means no little kids" Steve said before pony could respond.

"well me and y/n are gonna see a movie and little kids are a loud" Dally said giving steve a dirty look.

"we'll go with ya, won't we pony?" Johnny said slightly huddling up in between Pony and Jay.

"I might join you later" Two-bit Said climbing into his black car. "if I'm not drunk by then" he joked but immediately regreted it when he saw me look down. Even though he wasn't a dangerous drunk I still didn't like him getting drunk sometimes. I'm afraid he's gonna end up dead in a ditch or in jail rotating away.

"i see they gave you your rings back" I said looking at Dally. He only nodded before walking to the gate. "how's Silvia? Have you talked to her since you got back?"

He scoffed at the sound of that girl's name. "that broad was two timing me"

"oh dal I'm sorry" he shook his head before closing the gate in front of him. "it's cool... I'll see ya tomorrow y/n"

"bye Dally"

I just shook my head as Johnny and Pony gave Two-bit's car a push before he drove away leaving me and my sister with the boys. I let out a sigh as I pulled out my blue handkerchief out of my back pocket and wrapped it around my bruised and busted knuckles.

"you gonna stay here with us Johnny cake?" pony asked as I sat next to him on the steps of the front porch. Johnny thought about it before shaking his head no. Before his answer could be vocalized Darry open the screen door.

"pony you and Diggs have home work" he shut the door seconds after. I rolled my eyes at Darry's cold behavior towards his little brother. I rubbed Johnny's shoulder before standing up.

"if you get hungry or need a place to sleep come over okay" Johnny nodded before walking off towards the lot.

"let's get inside" I said opening the door for pony. When we got in the house pony grabbed his text books off the the coffee table and moved to the dinning room table were Diggs was. I closed the screen door then the front door as Soda stood up from the couch.

"birdie are you okay?" he asked. I didn't look at him just walked passed him. "like you care" is all I replied before going into the kitchen to help Darry with dinner.

<Next chapter>

[catmaidetho]

catmaidetho presents: cat maid etho.

for @von-sway-enthusiast ty for doing your part and voting for etho o7 wc: 572

Etho huffed as he landed in front of Tango’s base. Jesus, he never realized how windy it was by the sea until he had nothing over his legs. The stockings were so itchy, the shoes dug into his Achilles tendon, really why had he agreed to this?

He locked eyes with Tango, who looked two seconds away from exploding.

He smoothed down his skirt. “Don’t.”

Tango snorted, doubling over onto his knees as he burst out cackling. “Oh my god! Oh my god, Etho, holy shit—”

He growled, crossing his arms. The bells on the stupid ears jingled. “Just—just tell me how many dispensers to craft. How many is it, Tango?”

Tango shrieked, slamming his fists into the grass as he struggled for air. “I—oh my god, I need a minute. I need a minute.”

He watched as Tango fumbled with his communicator, and—oh, oh no. Etho’s face heated up.

“Wh—why would you tell everyone?!” he spat, “You jerk!”

Tango’s only reply was another bout of wild cackling as he struggled to remain upright.

Etho kicked dirt at him. “You suck.”

They’d barely started walking towards Tango’s base when he heard elytra overhead, and—he really should’ve been expecting this. Bdubs all but slammed into the ground, landing as gracefully as ever, beside the other two. Etho backed up, trying to pull the skirt down to his knees and failing as the petticoat only served to poof out further.

Bdubs scrambled to his feet, and Etho shot Tango another glare as he giggled.

Bdubs whistled, and if his face wasn’t red before it definitely was now. “Hey gorgeous,” he purred, “What’re you all dolled up for?”

His mask wasn’t enough. He threw his hands over his face. He was going to kill Tango. He was going to take that stupid jerk by the hair and throw him into a one-ticking piston until he was as flat as a pancake—he wanted to see him try to run Decked Out when he had as many dimensions to him as his stupid base.

“Oh, he lost a bet,” Tango chirped. “He has to be my maid for a day.”

Bdubs giggled, trying to pry his hands off his face. Not happening. “Reeally? Were the cat ears part of it?”

“Yep.”

Etho groaned. “I swear to god Bdubs I am never putting this back on. Don’t even ask.”

Bdubs sputtered. “Not even the ears?”

“Not—even—the ears.”

…Maybe it was a little funny how much Bdubs seemed to like the get-up. Bdubs settled his hands on his waist and tugged him closer, and Etho glanced down at him between his fingers; Bdubs was as red as he was, although he had a suspicion it was for other reasons.

“Hey!” Tango snapped, “No touchy, that’s my cat maid. When you win a bet with him—”

“I WON THE STUPID BET!” Etho yelled, finally dropping his hands from his face to shove Bdubs away. “Then you had to go and make another bet—”

“I still won! I won fair and square, and now you’re here!”

He grumbled. Tango was dead for this. He glanced back to Bdubs, who was still incredibly red. 

Tango hummed, starting to walk away. “Now if you’ll excuse us, this guy has some stuff to do.”

Etho started to follow, only for Bdubs to grab his hand and drag him down. “Hey, uh, my base, later?”

His face was now red for a different reason. “...Sure.”

[grimyandereencantosimp]

Obsessed (Yandere Camilo x fem! genie! reader)

Tw: Kidnapping, force, unhealthy obsession yandere themes.

(This was requested by my good friend @yanderefreak2007, i think you should check them out since they are amazing.) (Also happy late birthday Camilo!)

You were know as genie, a magical being who could bring any wish true. You could make anyones dreams true. Anything thought of you could make.

Camilo walked boredly, kicking pebbles around. He then kicked something, it made a soft clang as it touched the ground. "Huh?" Camilo wondered, running over to the odd object. He squated onto the ground, where the object had landed. He dusted the thing off a little, it then revealed a lamp of some kind. It wasn't any type of lamp, no, it was gold. Having little gems decorated onto it.

Was this like the movies, when a genie came out of the lamp and granted any wish you wanted? No, that was just imaginary. Stupid little kid fairy tales that weren't even real.

But thats when he was wrong.

A cold gush of wind blew his golden locks, Camilo covered his eyes to prevent any dirt from getting in them. That's when he saw you. He was in awe. A beautiful genie, jewerly decorated every inch of you. You wore white robes that perfectly wrapped around you body. "Hello there." You said, the boy still in awe. Camilo then spoke.

"W-what are you?" Camilo asked as he stood. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a genie. I can grant any wish you can imagine. You have 3 wish's, and no, you cannot ask for more wishs."

Man your voice was beautiful, the most beautiful he had ever heard.

"Well?" You said inpatiently, (Is that even a word?) raising a eyebrow at him. "Oh sorry, um, am I able to use my wish's later on. I'm not too sure what to wish right now." Camilo said awkwardly, his face turning a light pink. In embarrasment, but also love.

"Yes you may, I guess..." You replied.

A hour or so later, you were now at Camilos house. You practically had just been talking, well he had been anyway. Genies were for wish's weren't they? Not converstation...

"Have you thought of any wish's yet?" You asked, irratation lacing your voice slightly. You suddenly noticed a obsessed type of look in the boy's eyes, wait, did he, love you?

"I know what I want now."

"What would wish would you like me to grant you?" You asked, raising from your slumped postion.

"I want you to love me,"

'What?!'

"I'm sorry but I cannot grant that wish," you said softly. Camilo's brows slightly furrowed. "Didn't you say you could grant any wish?" He now sounded upset.

"Those type of wishs I cannot do," "Why?!" He asked angrily, "because I am a genie, I am not meant to love someone. I am only meant to grant wish's and thats it." You stated sternly.

"You're loving me, whether you want to or not!"

"Excuse me?"

"You're staying with me whether you want to or not!"

"You can't just take me, I'm a genie you fool!" You spat. "And why not?" He asked, raising a brow. "Because I'm a genie, you can't love or marry me!"

Suddenly a lid was shoved onto your head, forcing you back into your lamp. (I don't know how this works. Don't come for me.)

"You're staying with me, forever. And if someone trys to take you away, I'll kill them..."

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Snippets

Here is a snippet of a story I've been working on since...goodness, I can't even remember when I started this one. I almost want to say it was 10 years ago. And that's probably accurate. It is the story I successfully completed NANOWRIMO with. My first, and only time actually finishing "nano". This story has grown over the years, and is just short of 100,000 words, making it my longest and probably my most complicated story. It is dear to my heart, and though I'm not sure if it'll ever be published, I wanted to share a couple of scenes from it. Anyway...Here is an 1800 word snippet of it. It's lightly edited, so don't judge too harshly...haha. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Also, for reference, "Colm" is pronounced "Call-um." The guy characters are Irish, the girl is Scottish.)

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"Hubert?"

Hugh looked up at his friend, his eyes widened. Whenever Colm used Hugh’s full name, he knew the following words were going to be serious.

"Yes, Colm?"

"We've been best friends for as long as I can remember."

“—Yes?"

"And you know I would never say anything to purposely hurt or offend you."

Hugh leaned back, and took an uneasy breath. "Yees?"

"Hubert, be careful. Don’t—“ Colm looked his friend in the eye and pressed his lips together before continuing. "Don't give her your heart, Hugh. She...You don't have hers."

The light of indignation lit in the eyes of the offended lad.

“Doesn’t—What? That's ridiculous! Of course she—How could you say that?"

"I don't mean to offend you, Hugh, I'm just worried—“

"What—” Hugh snapped bitterly. “—Worried that I might find happiness in someone besides a friend? You're just being selfish! Jealous that my girl wants to marry me, while you don't have the courage to even ask yours!"

Colm's mouth dropped open at the wild accusation.

"Hugh!"

The usual instant regret of hasty words failed to appear on Hubert's face as he sized up his peer. 

"Just see if I'm wrong, Malcolm O'Reilly. You and Bridget MacDonald won't get any farther that you are this very minute."

Like a knife to the heart were the seething words that spat from Hubert's mouth. Colm swallowed back a sharp reply.

Hubert didn’t wait for an answer, but spun on his heel to march away.

"Mark my words!" 

Were the last words flung over his shoulder before disappearing through the fog of the early evening.

Colm watched his friend march away, and he wished to yell out a response that was equally hurtful, but instead his spun around and fiercely stomped along the gravel road, angrily kicking any loose rocks from his path.

"Ungrateful!" 

He angrily tore the woolen tweed cap from off his head, and he wrenched it around in his hands as he muttered his thoughts aloud. 

"I was only trying to—Ugh! Why is he so stubborn? I could—Mmm!"

He slapped the poor cap against his knee, and jerked it roughly onto his head again.

A pang of worry suddenly beat against the floor of his chest, and his heart smote him for the thoughts that ran through his mind.

"Oh Lord," he mumbled, lifting his eyes and wringing his hands. "Help me!"

The cold evening air picked up and gently brushed past him; the corners of his woolen jacket flapped softly. Heaving a deep breath, Colm lowered his eyes to view the roadway ahead, and slowly began picking his way home over the uneven rocky road.

Arriving at the front door of his house, Colm reached for the handle, but paused, hand above the wrought iron handle.

He blinked, not being able to help but glare at the black handle. 

Going in and having to make conversation with his family didn't seem like something he was able to do at the moment. Instead, Colm turned away and stepped off the small porch, shoving his hands in his pockets as he trudged down the dirt drive.

Birds nearby flitted and chirped their cheery tunes, but the happy sounds had no effect of Colm's mood, he walked on aimlessly, the chirps falling on deaf ears.

It was rare to have such a dismal outlook, and Colm didn't like it one bit. He sighed often, not knowing quite what to do. He knew that Hugh wouldn't be open to talking to him; not for a long while. His family wouldn't see a problem with his plight, and just reassure him that all would be well again, as they always had been. But this time, Colm couldn't shake the sinking feeling that things weren't going to be the same. 

Not now.  

Maybe not ever.

As he aimlessly walked, Colm soon found that he had wandered in the direction of the MacDonald home.

Toying with the idea in his head about whether to keep walking, or to turn in for a chance of a warm drink and distraction from his mental plight, his decision was made for him, when a joyful voice called out a greeting from inside the small fenced garden.

"Colm!"

Colm raised his eyes to view from whence came the cheery voice, and quickly spotted his favorite waving her hands in the air, a trowel in one hand, and a half-dead weed in the other.

Bridget's pinned back hair had begun to resist the bobby-pins, and was rebelliously loosening and dangling about her face, framing it in attractive curls. A smudge of dirt was smeared across her forehead, where she had hastily attempted to wipe away her straying hairs.

Colm meandered in her direction, wishing that he could return the cheerful greeting, but his heart just wasn't in it to even force out more than a weak smile.

With that forced whisper of a smile Colm greeted his lady-love.

Bridget, kneeling on her father's old, retired garden coat, straightened and planted one hand on her hip, while the other went up to shield her eyes from the shining evening sun.

"Colm! Wasn’t it a beautiful day? I'm so happy it's finally warm enough to garden again.”

Colm watched her, not being able to help but smile ever-so-slightly at the excited ramblings.

She continued, tapping gently on the little greens of her youngling radishes.

"I started these wee ones in my bedroom window, ya know, and I think they’re taking to the ground rather nicely, don't you think? I don't care to eat them, but Da—“

She stopped short upon raising her head and catching a glimpse of Colm's dreary expression. 

Tilting her head; a frown formed on her once-smiling lips.

"What's the matter?"

Colm leaned forward and rested his elbows on the top of the white-washed picket fence. "Ah Bridget. I'm having an awful day."

Down went the sun shielding hand, and Bridget leapt to her feet. She hastily stepped over the patch of half-grown radishes, and reached out to wrap Colm in a comforting embrace.

"Why, whatever has happened? Has yur Fa—”

Colm returned her embrace from over the fence, and took in a deep breath. 

The familiar and comforting scent of violets and freshly tilled dirt met his nostrils.

He pulled away and rested his hand on her shoulder. "No, it's nothing at home." 

At her questioning look, Colm frowned and bit his lip. "Ah, I had a bit of a tiff with Hugh."

An expression of relief passed her face, before a returning wrinkle formed on her brow. "It was about Rose, wasn't it."

Colm closed his eyes at the memory of and nodded. "Aye."

"Trocaire, I was afraid he wouldn't take it well!"

Colm couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of delight at her use of an Irish word. She had heard him mumble it many a time, and it had obviously caught on. (reference no. 2: "Trocaire" is Irish for "Mercy")

Bridget placed her hands on her hips. "But, you and Hugh disagree on lots of things. What makes this time any different? Surely he isn't so offended at the idea that you worry about his future?"

Colm took a deep breath and frowned. "His heart is blinding his rational thought. I fear for what he may do."

Her eyes widened. "He's not going to hurt anyone...or himself, do you think?"

"Oh no, I don't believe so. But I do think that he might rush ahead and quite possibly even marry this girl."

Bridget rubbed her dirt-browned hands together. "Do—do you think it would be so very awful?"

A thoughtful scowl darkened Colm's brow. "I can't be sure, Bridgie. I just hope all will work out. Perhaps I'm being too worried about this whole thing."

Bridget smiled and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. "You're his best friend in the world." She looked up at him and tapped her fingers against one of his vest buttons. "If you didn't fret over his wellbeing, who would?"

The reassuring words helped lift a little of the weight off of his chest.

"You're right. I suppose the harm is done; nothing else will do but prayer, I guess."

Bridget flicked at a lint ball that stubbornly held onto the wool vest, and nodded. "That's exactly my thoughts."

The warm evening sun seemed to break through the darkness of Colm's mind, but threatening clouds loomed on the far horizon of the back of his mind. Clouds that would surely bring rain, and a storm not easily forgotten.

The closeness of Bridget, the heat from her fuzzy woolen sweater radiated against Colm's side, spreading through him as the heat of her love warmed his very core.

The urge to whisper "I love you" pushed against his pressed-together lips, but for a reason unknown to even himself, the words couldn't break free; as though held back by a dark foreboding wall of the storm clouds that still lingered on the horizon of his life.

Bridget's soft sigh broke him from his darkening reveries, and she lifted her chin to flash him a smile.

"Would you like to come in for tea, or somethin? These pesky weeds can be left to grow just one more afternoon."

The smile that graced her lips was enough to convince even the most stubborn person to relent and join her for a cuppa.

Colm rubbed the back of his head, and a smile broke as he laughed ever so softly. "How can I resist an offer like that?"

"I know that ya can't, that's why I ask!"

She wiggled her eyebrows and pushed off from her leaning against his side.

"Come 'round the fence, but mind the small starts outside, don't you be tramping all over them; or you'll not have any lovely flowers to brighten that drab, flowerless windowsill of yours."

He smiled down at the tilled dirt that held the tiniest glimpse of bright greenery just beginning to peak their tiny heads out of the soil, and reach toward the warmth of the sun.

"Will these be just as lovely as those flowers you picked last year?"

The question caused her face to redden; her face twisted up in a look of disgust.

Colm laughed, playfully pretending to inhale a deep breath of a bouquet of imaginary flowers in his hands, then pretending to choke and gag dramatically.

Bridget wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brow. "It's not funny, and ya know it."

Colm tilted his head. "Oh? I think it’s rather amusing…looking back.”

She scoffed.

“If you had just told me you were allergic to them, it would have been a lot easier, y’know.”

Colm wrapped his arm over her shoulder as they walked toward the house.

“Aye, but I didn’t know I was allergic to them until you gave them to me.”

She grunted. 

“Well, I’ll never plant another poppy as long as I live. How’s that sound?”

“Fair enough. It’ll certainly help me live a bit longer.”

Colm let out a laugh as she shoved him away.

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So there you have it. I'm rather curious what you think of it. Thoughts? Ideas? Let me know!

[cryonme]

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➵ Theodore Nott x fem!slytherin!reader

➵ summary: Theo has a temper and a certain grumpiness about him, except with you, no, never with you.

➵ word count- 1.3k

➵ tw- swearing, mentions of anxiety, fighting, sexual innuendos, really bad writing :(

➵ a/n- this isn’t my best writing, and im not particularly proud of it, but I was itching to have something posted and this idea just came to me! I promise I usually write better than this, so please be kind! also, Theo is my baby and I love him. also, thinking about writing another part for this. anyway, happy reading!

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“If you don’t fuck off I’ll hex you into next Tuesday.” Theo seethed through gritted teeth, towering over the wide eyed Gryffindor boy who had a thing or two to say about yours and Theo’s relationship.

“He means it.” Draco sneered.

“Merlin, you Slytherins are all talk. You intimidate the rest of us but you’ll never actually do shit.” The boy’s friend scoffed, stepping up to defend him.

“Maybe we would if you lot wouldn’t all scatter like rats just at the sight of us.” Blaise piped up behind Theo, crossing his arms.

This had all started because the three Slytherin friends walked by a couple Gryffindors on their way back from Hogsmeade, and the two from the opposing house spewed harsh words to Theo.

Harsh words about you.

You. His love, his darling, his comfort, his sky full of stars.

No one spoke illy of you and got away with it. Everyone in Hogwarts knew of his tenderness towards you and you only. Sure, he’d stick up for his friends every once in a while, but it was nothing compared to the anger he felt when it came to you.

His light.

“No one speaks of her that way.”

“Don’t you think an absolute doll like her must get tired of her grumpy boyfriend? Always picking fights and scowling in the halls.”

“We warned you.” Draco sang as he took two steps back, not even trying to hold his friend back. He knew how he was when it came to you.

Theo finally had something, after all these years of pain and anger, he had something. Someone to hold him and just be there. Someone to love. He was so incredibly in love and enamored, and you felt the exact same. Draco would never admit it, but he enjoyed seeing his friend smile every now and then. You deserved to have your honor defended, so Draco and Blaise happily aided Theo whenever it came to you.

“Bet you can’t even fuck her right. Give her one night with me and I’ll have her screaming-”

Theo was silent as he began to slip his jacket off as soon as the word ‘fuck’ spilled past the more confident Gryffindor boy’s lips, and he cut off the end of his sentence with a swift hand around his throat and a harsh shove causing his back to slam into the nearest tree.

“Lot of nerve you’ve got.” Theo spat, letting go of the much shorter boy, only giving him a moment to breathe before his fist met his face, sending him to the ground and leaving a splat of blood in the dirt.

Just then you were coming down the hill with Pansy and Daphne when you caught sight of your boyfriend, your gentle, attentive, sweet love, flipping a boy over by his collar and kicking him in the ribs, profanities flying out of his mouth.

“Theo!” You screamed in horror, rushing over to pull the dark haired boy off of the beaten one laying on the ground.

You had never seen this before.

Theo, Draco and Blaise made a point to hide this side from you so as to not scare you. There were many late nights with the three of them bickering in the bathroom, trying to quickly clean your boyfriend of blood and hide any bruises with a few quickly muttered spells so that you wouldn’t see. You never saw him without you, only seeing his eyes lit up and a smile dancing on his face whenever you were in view. Though, you knew of your boyfriend’s temper and looming pain. It wasn’t hard to see. You saw his icy expression before he caught your eye, your ears picked up on a couple of his snide comments to others, you noticed the bruises and scrapes that Blaise and Draco would miss on the nights where they were just too tired and therefore careless. You never said anything, You didn’t want him to feel ashamed or embarrassed, so you let him. You thought it was kind of sweet that he did this without telling you, he wasn’t trying to impress you or win you over, he just had to protect you.

But you had never really seen it.

Your hands rested on his cheeks, your eyes frantically searching his dark ones.

All you saw was anger, but that quickly changed. Guilt, pain, fear.

“Baby?” You questioned, your finger gently running across his cheekbone.

He was putty in your hands.

“He- he was-” The dark haired boy was shaking, his eyes frantically darting from you to the Gryffindor, who was being escorted back to the castle by his friend.

“I- he said um that you-”

Your heart broke at his stuttering, trying so hard to explain himself so you wouldn’t be upset, or worse scared.

“Okay, let’s get you back, yeah?”

Theo nodded and wrapped one of your hands in his own, letting you lead him back to the castle. Leaving a very stunned group of Slytherins behind. Theodore Nott, speechless? Teary eyed?

Preposterous.

Once you had made it back to the Slytherin dorms with your much taller boyfriend nearly tripping over your feet, you walked up the stairs, hand in hand, to your quiet dorm due to the absence of your roommates. You locked the door and told him to sit and he obeyed, wringing his hands together and chewing on the inside of his lip, nervous for when you start yelling.

“What happened?” You asked in a voice so feather light that Theo believed he might start crying from that alone.

“He was saying nasty things about you, jus’ couldn’t help it, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He felt like he was unraveling. He couldn’t have you mad at him. Not you, never you.

You frowned at the usually calm brunette’s nervous state as tears began to cloud his pretty eyes and he kept rambling.

“And I get if you’re mad and you want to leave me-”

“Theo!” You said firmly, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. “Breathe, baby. I’m not mad.”

Theo sighed with relief and leaned into your touch, bringing a hand up to hold yours gently as he left a soft kiss on your palm.

“Couldn’t handle my pretty baby being mad.” He murmured, leaning forward to hook his hand around the back of your neck, leaving a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

You sighed, “Just please don’t get yourself hurt. I know this is a common occurrence, I would hate it if it went too far.”

Theo pulled back from you for a moment. “You know?”

You nodded your head, tucking hair behind your ear. “I didn’t want you to feel suffocated by me, so I never said anything. But I’m always worried. I stay up most nights with my stomach in knots just waiting to hear you and the boys walk to your dorm.” You paused for a moment as you started to feel your face twist with tears, your throat tying up in a knot as you spoke. “I don’t like when you hurt.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Suddenly his own anxious, scared demeanor vanished, going back to his usual calm, collected state.

He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your frame and began to slowly rock you back and forth, pressing kisses to your skin.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll stop doin’ that, yeah? S’alright.”

You continued to cry against your boyfriend, nodding your head and pulling him closer to you. “Jus’ at least come to me next time so I can hold you. Know how anxious you get” You mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.

Theo could feel his heart melting into his shoes. He never had to doubt your love and devotion to him, and he would forever be grateful that he never had to add you to the list of his worries and stresses.

You were his home, his comfort, his love.

You.

[plasticferal]

4 times you hated him + 1 time you didn’t | rafe cameron.

authors note: 3.6k words, explicit language, mentions substance use. must admit i am very rusty so i do hope whoever comes across my first obx piece enjoy. 🖤

soundtrack: when the sun goes down, arctic monkeys.

I.

the music playing softly from the car radio, the salty wind guiding your hair into your face at a rapid pace, getting caught in your mouth as you exhale a laugh and kick your feet up on the dashboard. sarah shoots you a quick glare, taking one hand off the wheel to push your legs down from the pristine black leather. you raise your hands in defence. “my bad, don’t wanna damage the kook-mo-beel,” and you couldn’t see, but you know she was rolling her eyes.

“hey, do you mind if we swing past mine quickly? i forgot to grab something for john b,” sarah hesitantly asks, knowing how much you despise the energy of the north side, especially her house. more specifically who lives in it.

“rafe isn’t home,” almost as if she read your mind, she reassures you. you were supposed to meet up with the rest of the pogues awhile ago, so you thought another few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

“please make it quick,” and with that, she smiled, taking a left turn at the end of the street.

approaching the all too familiar double arched gates, the car slowly pulled into the driveway. the pebbles crackled beneath the tyres, sending a cold chill down your spine. you sat up straight in the seat, eyes narrowing toward the front of the house that has the one thing you didn’t want to see parked outside. that ghastly red dirt bike.

“sarah, you said he wasn’t home,” the tone in your voice is laced with annoyance, not because of her, but because of the distaste you have toward her brother.

“he isn’t supposed to be,” sarah’s voice shakes with panic, putting the car in park and pushing open the door hurriedly. before she closes it behind her, she tells you to “wait where you are.”

you sink into your body, leg bouncing with anticipation. you’re deep in thought, bitting the knuckle of your thumb as you watch her enter the first set of glass doors. she disappears seconds later. 

a sudden, loud slam against the window sends you jolting with a scream. none other than rafe cameron staring back with what you can only describe as a joker grin plastered on his face.

“fuck,” you exhale, chest rising and falling fast, trying to regain your composure. your tongue slides against the inside of your cheek, jaw tensing. you open the car door abruptly, making sure it makes contact with him. 

“ooo,” he chuckles maliciously, mocking your attempt to cause him harm. he glides out of the way as you slam the door. “watch it, now,” he speaks, face uncomfortably close to yours as you stand across from him. beneath him.

“move, cameron,” your eyes are on the grass, avoiding his gaze. you thought it’d be best to get sarah, knowing she’d be searching every room to make sure he wasn’t there for your sake. but it was too late.

he blocked you with his figure, his expression dropping into a flat, vacant look.

“get off my property, pogue,” he shot back, predictably. you scoffed a chuckle at how easy he was to read.

“it’s daddy’s property, kook,” you spat, shoving him to the side with a clean nudge, a hand on his rib to support your push.

“watch your mouth, y/n,”

“don’t fucking speak to me like that,” your face furrows with intensity, getting fired up by his single line.

“i’ll speak to you how i want,” he retorts, smug at his attempt to break your anger into fear, and fear into submission. he expects everyone to do as he says, and your rebuttals never go unnoticed. in fact, you two have had to been pried apart on numerous occasions.

“stop acting tough rafe, seriously it’s pathetic,” and with that you’ve hit a nerve, inevitably. he clenches his teeth, looking away for a moment before pointing his finger at you.

“you know what-” he strides forward, but before he can finish his sentence sarah yells out from behind, projecting her voice loud enough to cause you both to snap in the same direction.

“y/n!” she rushes down, immediately defusing the tiff.

the grass crunches beneath her as she strides over to step between you and him, who’s now evidently irritated. “rafe go inside, y/n get in the car,”

“but-” yours and rafe’s voices sing out in harmony, ready with defensive statements.

“now please!” she gives you wide eyes and starts ushering you back to the vehicle, knowing her brother would stand his ground out of spite if you didn’t leave first.

it’s a tense silence as you both buckle on your seatbelts and sarah reverses. you can tell by her face and movements that a nervous high is racing through her body, most likely thinking about what would have happened if she didn’t get outside when she did. you stare blankly ahead, watching trees turn into blurs and the dirt road become dust. you inadvertently speak out the only thing on your mind.

“i hate him.”

II.

drinks were pouring and the bonfire was in full swing. you throw your head back with a chuckle watching JJ, more or less attempt to, throw the last bit of his pizza into pope’s mouth from a distance. “you tried,” watching the food fall onto the floor, rubbing his back.

sarah and kie approach from behind and engulf you in a hug, you returning it. you can tell they’re both a little buzzed already as sarah’s chin rests in the crook of your shoulder before whispering, “drinks are in the red cooler,” as she shakes your shoulders playfully. you release a sigh of relief. “be right back, then” you smile, beginning to manoeuvre away from your friends.  

you stroll through the sand, feeling the warmth of the large flames wash over your body while you pass it by, hearing the chatter of the crowd fade. you near the kooks favourite rock, where they congregate amongst themselves at a higher level, metaphorically and literally, than everyone else. you put your head down to stay elusive, the hoodie you have on bunching at your shoulders.

there was a single white can of your go-to beer left, glistening amongst the other drinks. you take it into your hands from beneath the ice, shaking it off before prying it open with your teeth, a custom JJ taught you. turning on your heels you feel the presence of someone lurking over your body, and before you even had the chance to face them, the drink was grabbed from your hands.

“hey!” you reach for it, but the height disparity works against you.

“you really didn’t have to, y/n,” rafe towers over you, taking a sip from the can. you look up at him with offence and disgust, folding your arms over your chest.

“i didn’t.”

he runs his tongue across his bottom lip with a refreshed and dramatic “ah,” tilting his head slightly, “well i’ll take it anyway,” shrugging his shoulders.

“do you get a kick out of tormenting me, or?” you bounce your shoulders as you speak, facial expressions clearly portraying your irritated state.

“hm,” he ponders, bringing the can back up to his mouth. “somethin’ like that,” he mumbles against the silver brim.

“whatever, rafe,” you huff, walking away from him.

rejoining your friends with a now sour look, they all have a dip in their brows, looking at your empty hands. “what happened?” sarah enquires. you lean against the old and grey fallen tree. with a bitter tone you respond, “ask your brother,”

“god i hate him,” JJ shakes his head. you grin, knowing that if there wasn’t a chance of a brawl, he’d go and retrieve it for you.

“me too.”

III.

you can feel the sun hitting your skin, making you feel heavy and tired as you hop of the boat and begin to secure the rope.

“get the last of the bags, i’ll take the golf course and you take the street,” you agree with pope as you both begin to disperse the blue plastic bags full of groceries you’re about to deliver.

“see you soon,” pope offers his hand for a fist bump, nodding as he takes off in the opposite direction. given that it wasn’t necessarily how you had imagined spending your day, you knew helping pope was more important. especially considering how tense it was after the storm, and being alone on kook territory wasn’t exactly ideal.

with a puff of your cheeks and an exhale, you trudge through the dirt. the hills of the golf course compliment the still navy blue water behind it, and it amazes you how perfect and surreal everything appears on this side of the island.

“well, look who it is,” his voice is so clear it’s almost as if he’s in your head, and for a moment, you wish it was just imaginary. you freeze in your tracks. with your luck, it was bound to happen, another unwanted interaction.

“you know i really thought you’d be smart enough to stay off this side of the island,” he approaches down the slope of the grass, golf club in hand and topper following suit.

“i’m just doing my job, rafe,” your response is completely unbothered, tip of your converse kicking up some of the dirt as you continue to walk, in hopes of getting far enough up the road that he loses interest.

“what’d you have there?” and suddenly he’s tracking along behind you, echoed footsteps of topper keeping up. suddenly you have two extra shadows.

“don’t ignore me, y/n,” he pushes, louder projection this time. you clutch the bag closer to your chest, almost cradling it. the moment you turn around to take in the fact that he really is following you, and hot on your heels, you speed up. a stroll turning into lunges, lunges into a jog and with a final turn back to see him flash his teeth and grip his nine-iron tight, you’re running.

panting, you’re taking off over the uneven ground, avoiding the holes and mud piles but also trying to keep tabs of how close rafe is behind you. your legs are aching and his laughter is sparking fear, in any other instance you’d be standing your ground, but you have somewhere to be, something to do, and all he wants is to prevent that from happening.

a clean sweep of the golf club around the loop of the bag handle launches it out of your hands. you’re tripping over your own feet to come to a halt. “no!” you yell, knees now in the dirt and nails turning brown as you claw toward it, desperately trying to stop the bag from getting into his hands. the sound of plastic tearing has you collapsing with lost hope.

“shit!” you slam your palm into ground, picking yourself up as you watch the groceries scatter. regaining your breath, you support your hands on your hips.

“free food, tops,” as rafe kicks a can of beans, and pokes at a carton of orange juice.

“it’s not mine! god, it’s not yours, please,” you know your words are beyond useless, it’s not just anyone you’re pleading with here.

“please? i must admit your manners are improving,” he shakes the golf club like it’s an extension of his own arm, sauntering back and forth around the mess he’s made.

“not so tough when sarah isn’t here to save the day, huh?” he continues despite your lack of response.

"alright, i think they’ve had enough, rafe, c’mon,” topper reaches at his bicep, attempting to pull him away but he’s shaken off. he opens his mouth to speak, and you’ve locked eyes with him, given that you’re stuck where you are. you watch as he nods to himself, silently, as if he changed his mind.

“grab the drinks, let’s go,” and you can finally breathe again watching them turn their backs, pushing back up the hill before they disappear behind the wharf somewhere.

the fury you feel burning underneath your skin is indescribable, but you have no choice but to contain yourself. the hatred for him grows stronger, and patience wearing thin.

“i fucking hate you!” you’re screaming into thin air, fists forming and shoes aggressively stomping into the ground, releasing all your frustration.

IIII.

swaying back and forth in the hammock that hung outside john b’s house, the only company being the insects, you closed your eyes. you lulled along to the music playing from the small bose speaker beside you. this was the one place you felt safe, and you adored how john b let anyone crash when they felt the need. the sun was setting, so you knew everyone would be coming around soon.

the water’s suddenly interrupted the sound of an engine’s low hum. you squint over the faded fabric to see who it is, assuming the pogues, but it isn’t. far from. your heart rate quickened at the sight of rafe, accompanied by someone you haven’t seen him with before. it wasn’t kelce, and it wasn’t topper. the stranger was in washed out blue overalls, and a name tag you couldn’t quite read. they hadn’t noticed you yet, giving you time to contemplate if running inside was a good move. the moment you saw the weapons in their hands, contrasting clear as day against their hands, your decision was made.

you hike your body over the hammock and get as close as you can to the ground before taking a deep breath, and making a bee-line straight for the porch. you were in the clear for a few steps before you heard a yell, directed toward you.

“wait, y/n?” and suddenly a hand is secure around your wrist, preventing you from making it to the first step. you’re pulled to rafe’s chest, and he’s looking down at you with sweat soaked hair.

“what are you doing here? you’re not supposed to be here,” his voice is different. he genuinely sounded like he didn’t want you there, concern almost.

“what the fuck are you doing, rafe, let me go,” as you shove him off with a grunt.

“where are the rest of them,” he goes to shake your arm with desperation but you smack his hand away.

“what are you talking about? are you high?” you’re not even playing dumb to try and outsmart him, you’re wondering why he’s panicking.

“oh, come on now,” he chuckles, which switches quickly into frustration. his face drops, there was something different in his eye’s this time, almost like he was completely looking past you, when usually he goes out of his way to target you.

“what?” you repeat, more stern this time.

“i’m ah,” he sniffles, eyes gazing off somewhere else momentarily, “looking for something,”

“we’re looking for something,” his friend with the long black hair makes himself known, but you disregard him. you can make out his name tag now, ‘barry’, it reads.

“well you’re not gonna find it here,” you brush off.

“i don’t know how you think this is gonna this end, y/n, but it’s not gonna be how you want it to,” he leans closer, and you can feel his breath hit the crown of your head.

“no one, is home,” you speak slowly, like speaking to a child.

“okay man you checked, let’s go,” barry grabs rafe by the shoulder, and you’re relieved.

“nah, no, look inside, they have to be here,” rafe bypasses you as if you’ve disappeared, to jump onto the front porch. “rafe!” you screamed out for him, following into the empty house.

barry rushes in front of you, pushing you out of the way in the process. rafe is tearing up the place, and you freeze with horror, at a loss with what to do. “they ain’t here, bro!” barry hollers from the front door, seeming to be less interested in the hunt than rafe.

“fuck!” rafe makes contact with the wall, pointing his gun in your direction. you watch as his adam’s apple bounces in his throat, and with hesitation, he lowers it. his tongue presses against the back of his teeth and he begins to nod to himself. without saying a single word, he rushes toward the front door, past you and barry, and kicks the door open. barry follows, and you shut the door behind them with ensuring the lock clicks.

you lean your head against the frame, eyes closed. with a moment of silence you listen intently, waiting for the boat to take off. instead, you’re met with the sound of a gunshot hitting a tree, and you recoil into your body, all the blood feeling as though it’s left your body. 

“asshole,”

I.

out on the bank, the weather began to worsen. storm clouds rolled in slowly, a drop of rain hit your hand, and you knew it was time to head back to land.

passing a narrow stretch, a strange noise began to emanate from the motor. given it was an old boat, it had treated you well for so long that you weren’t initially fussed. that was until the noise began to falter, and then no noise at all.

“no, no, come on,” you muttered, hitting the black cover, ignorantly thinking it would fix it. “stupid boat,” you whine. you sunk to your knees. sitting on the cold metal, wallowing in your despair for a while, time feeling distant and unreal.

“trouble in paradise, y/n?” with those words, your head turned in the direction. approaching from behind came rafe, alone. he was standing in his pearl white boat, clearly a display of his wealth. there was a part of you that wanted to question why he was out on the water so late, where he was going. the other side of your brain told you you’d rather jump over board than give him a single second of your time. you hated him more than ever. 

the frustration of just wanting to be home, the boat failure, how dark and cold it was getting and to top it all off, your least favourite person on this side of the island, was overwhelming. it all caught up to you as you fell to your knees and cried into the palm of your hands. with a shaky voice you begged, “go away, rafe,”

you felt his presence behind you across the water. he was still, not moving.

“hey, why don’t you let me help?” you hear him take steps, the water surrounding swaying as a result.

“you’re the last person i would ever want to help me,” you wipe your face, pushing yourself back up to your feet to resume your hopeless attempts at fixing the motor.

without warning, he’s taken a stride over into your territory. onto your boat. a risky move that you ignore him, you tuck your shaking hands under your arms to avoid him seeing. you instinctively look up at him, tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes. his eyebrows furrow, and the corner of his mouth curves downward. he’s quick to shake it off.

“just let me help,” he states, changing his position so he’s standing at the end of the boat.

“i don’t need your help, rafe.”

“well no one else is here,” he fires back, but there’s no cruelty. he was just responding.

his hands begin to work away and whatever it was that caused the problem. you didn’t care what he said or did, you were focused on looking up at the stars to distract yourself from the cold air. your jaw was chattering slightly, and it soon became obvious.

rafe sighs, straightening his posture. he begins to shake off his grey jacket.

“what are you doing?” you take a small step back.

“giving you my jacket” he responds nonchalantly, as if it was supposed to be obvious.

“to what? strangle me with it?” you remark, the same way you would usually. he rolls his eyes at you, and his shoulders drop, body softening. he simply passes you the clothing, and you take it while holding eye contact. you expected something to go wrong, something mean. but at that point in time, you were over everything, and one more inconvenience wouldn’t hurt.

to your disbelief, he wasn’t teasing you. his eyebrows bounced and lips folded into a thin line with an expression that basically said, “see?”

you wrapped the jacket around your shoulders, and sat on the edge of the boat, almost too uncomfortable by the situation to say anything.

“okay, that should do it,” he talks to himself, investigating the problem one last time before miraculously, the boat starts. 

rafe wipes his hands on the legs of his jeans before locking his fingers together, facing you. he plays with his hands as he stands still, waiting for you to speak.

“i know you want me to thank you,” you grip the jacket around you tighter while taking a step toward him, looking to your feet.

“i’m not gonna,” you mumble, and he laughs softly.

“i thought so,” which was not a response you were expecting. 

“but i appreciate it,” you finish. he doesn’t return anything this time, but you look up just enough to see a satisfactory grin on his face.

he tracks back over the gap to his own boat. there’s an overwhelming desire to smile pulling at the corner of your mouth, but you don’t. you don’t want to drop your guard. no matter how confused you were, you were genuinely grateful.

you gasp lightly realising he’s about to take off without his jacket. you shout out a, “wait!” but before you can toss it back, he shakes his head.

“keep it,” he responds.

“but if you tell anyone about this i’m gonna sink your boat,” he adds, pointing at you. that was the rafe you knew. the white trail of water shaking behind him signals he’s taking off, and before long, he’s already gone. you bite your lip, fighting the urge to smile. you shake your head, succumbing to the beaming grin.

“still hate him,” you reassure yourself, snapping out of it.

“kind of,”

[greenflamedwriter]

be careful who you badmouth Part Three:

Shen Yuan may have fucked up. And of course he payed for it.

Luo Binghe couldn't punish him and go too far, it wouldn't do to break his new toy.

But some humilation would remind Shen Yuan of his place...

Shen yuan is dressed as a brothel women, to serve Luo Binghe and the rebels under the guise of a friendly treaty to return cultivation and accepted their proposal. Even gave them the option to work under Luo Binghe and be paid by the Huan Hua palace.

Shen yuan was ridiculoued and spoken down too and humiliated by his ‘men’ but he bore with it. Until one made him trip.

His younger brother who was the new leader looked down on him. The others grabbed Shen Yuan and began to beat him up. As Shen Yuan was shoved into the floor his brother leaned down.

“This suits you Gege.”

…what?

His eyes widened as he looked at the grinning men in a new light.

They hadn’t lost their memories.

…they betrayed him.

Ah. Ha. Ha.

Of course it is one of those novels he should’ve known. Unless you were the protagonist it would’ve been best to betray everyone and look out for himself.

As the others got up one spat on his cheek, while the others sniggered another one kicked his head as he walked past and Shen Yuan spread out on the floor. His clothes ripped and bruises staining his chest.

He heard footsteps and realised Luo Binghe towering over him.

He had to get up, he tried to sit up then groaned when a foot slammed into his chest pinning him to the floor.

Shen Yuan grabbed the foot crushing his ribcage.

“Poor Shizun.” Luo Binghe spoke looking down on him.

“Betrayed by your men, is that the sense of loyalty you inspire in others, The loyalty I should expect from you?”

Shen Yuans relaxed his head falling back.

“I’m not surprised. I’m a bitter coward, who finds trouble without meaning too. This was the best outcome for them, I don’t find fault with them.” It was understandable, he was honestly thinking this scene was angsty enough so the ‘twist’ that his men sold him out?

That was to be expected.

Luo Binghe smile crooked “Your men never attacked me. After you fled they came to me, begging forgiveness once I found them out. They sold you out to save themselves and best of all, I told them to speak of arrays and Tailsmens since they had no plan to begin with. You had no plan other than brute force.”

Shen Yuan’s eyes widened, what- really?

What a lame canon fodder! Pathetic! Completely pathetic!

“If you had honestly tried to revolt against me, I dare say you would have succeeded. This Lord is truly lucky that one such as yourself is a coward.” 

Luo Binghe’s foot pressed down harder.

“This Lord has been very forgiving, to let your men go and have someone like you be with my feet.”

If Shen Yuan was an honest man he would find this degradation hot.

But thankfully he was a repressed man, so nothing embarrising happened next.

“Clean up this mess.” 

Luo Binghe moved away and Shen Yuan finally sat up.

“Oh and one more thing.” Luo Binghe picked up and untouched bowl from the table and poured it onto the floor.

Shen Yuan blinked down at it, confused. 

What was that about?

“I havn’t fed you yet? Eat that off the floor, leave nothing left.”

Shen Yuans eyes widened.

You have got to be joking. His face spasmed in disgust.

Luo Bonghe’s eyes narrowed.

“I won’t ask you again.”

Shen Yuan could feel his chest tighten with humiliation. He reached out and Luo Binghe’s foot pressed onto his hand.

Shen Tuan yelped trying tug his hand back.

“Don’t use your hands.”

You sadistic freak! Shen Yuans glared openly.

But Luo Binghe wasn’t moving and Shen Yuans mouth twitched before leaning forward lowering his head down.

“Quickly before it gets cold.”

Luo Binghe used to be his favourite character. He was so cool and amazing!

As if!

What an asshole!

Shen Yuan was going to be sick. As he ate the top of the congee that was fine, but the parts that touched the floor.

“Eat all of it.” Shen Yuans tongue lapped at the floor picking up rice and dirt left by the shoes that walked on this floor.

Tears pricked his eyes. Was this his new future? 

A plaything to the demon Lord Luo Bonghe?

Welp. He’s made a decision, he’ll just kill himself. There has to be some way to detonate his core on command. Once he figures that out he can escape this torture!

Shen Yuan moved back to see nothing left and sat up, his face covered in dirt.

Luo Bonghe smirked “Now, clear away this mess and report to the kitchens. The servants will have some tasks for you.”

Luo Bonghe walked away with a smirk.

He glanced back to see Shen Yuan clear the plates. He looked pitiful.

Luo Bonghe wondered briefly if he want too far, humans were soft after all especially this one.

But this cultivator and cunning and dangerous a waste to kill him and-

Luo Binghe flexed his blood parasites and heard the satisfying sound of plates crashing onto the floor.

Luo Bonghe knew how prideful men could be, this way Shen Yuan won’t prematurely give up on him. Not until Luo Binghe was finished with him.

Shen Yuan, meanwhile place a hand over his mouth trying to be sick- he was utterly done for. With the parasites it’ll alert Luo Binghe of anything if Shen Yuan was trying to commit suicide.

He fell to his knees clinging to the table.

He was trapped.

...

...

After working as part of the staff, the usual meetings where his men would humilate him was a regular occurance. 

Luo Binghe came to realise, that he may have went too far.

Shen Yuan was afraid of him...

Of course he had to remind the younger that he was a powerful man, but most days as he watched his prisoner act like a servant, in the ost guady clothes- mostly Sha Hualings cast-offs he was reminded of the nighthunts he had with his Shizun.

The contrast was painful, and Luo Binghe wasn't a man who would apologise, he didn't think it was good enough. This was the first time he dealt with his consequences.

He took Shen Yuan and told him he was free from his duties as a servant, and was instead stationed to work in the library.

He told Shen Yuan he was not restricted to any texts or scrolls. This was a big deal, he never trusted easily and knew Shen Yuan was clever he could find some way to use this knowledge against him.

But as a prisoner this was the most insurance he could give freely to his ward.

Shen Yuan didn't think of any of that mostly brightening up and even bowed thanking his Lord, he began to work on his beastiary and he saw the lust in Shen Yuans eyes when he devoured his library.

It was...cute.

He even asked his three wives to look after him, if he had others to socialise with his Shizun would feel less trap.

He never trusted any man with his wives but knew this was a good choice.

From what they told him, Shen Yuan never acted like a rival suitor, he was mostly interested them in their story and even asked how they thought of Luo Binghe and how he courted them. He even critisiced Luo Binghe wether his actions were romantic or not.

So far Shen Yuan had the notion that Luo Binghe was sleezy.

"Sleeping with Qui Wanyrou, in an immortal alliance conference? Where all peak lords are watching? The old palace master would've seen!"

Luo Binghe who was over hearing froze.

He...never thought of that.

Even his wives suddenly pulled faces and poor Qui Wanryou even looked like she was going to be sick, but she didn't realise either.

He would ask Liu Mingyan and Ning Yingying on cultivation, Ning Yingying was delighted at the excitment he showed he reminded her of her disciples.

"He almost reminds me of you," She said fondly and Luo Binghe felt awful that maybe Ning Yingying wanted to teach or continue cultivating...

He even showed interst with Sha Hualing he didn't judge her from over throwing her father and guessed he was proud and was able to retire. She acted tough but secretly she was preening and began to go into detail about her clan and how her people were going through a famine so she was used to going hungry and didn't like seasoned food.

Shen Yuan was soon beloved by all the harem, they didn't see him as a threat just a really dumb servant who was too smart for his own good.

There were lines in the sand as most of the harem that were self serving were immedietly deterred away from doing anything. Like the old Palace mistress.

As Luo Binghe, months later, sat with Shen Yuan during their dinner that was becomming a regular occurance he spoke about what Shen Yuan wanted to do. He was still under Luo Binghes oath. But Luo Binghe did want him to be confortable.

Shen Yuan thought...even if it was some weird psychological play, Shen Yuan couldn't see the point of saying no, this was the protagonist. If he wanted something he got it, if he wanted a wife he got it.

If he wanted Shen Yuan dead he would be dead.

The only thing he could do was ask and hope to god Luo Binghe was in a giving mood.

"Could I still leave the grounds and work on my beastiary, even with a chaperone or you if it pleases my Lord." 

Luo Binghe hummed "Well yes, as long as all of your work will now be owned by Huan Hua palace, and myself."

Oh, he's selling the rights to his works without the royalties.

"Would you publish this? To the humans and mortals to help them?" Luo Binghe nodded "Of course, anything else?"

Oh god he was over stepping! He should just stop while he was ahead.

"Then there's nothing else I can think off. If it please my Lord for me to stay here then I will." 

For some reason, Shen Yuan had the feeling Luo Binghe still wasn't happy.

"Anything for Shizun."

Shen Yuan, almost choked on his tea as his eyes snapped to the others, "Y-you were serious about that?"

"Of course."

Shen Yuans eyes widened, but that- Luo Binghe only called those Shizun whom he respected. Ever since Shen Qingqiu he's only called those that who really deserved it.

Only Meng mo had that title.

"It- it doesn't feel proper to have the Lord Luo Binghe as my disciple,"

"What if I don't care about propriety. You have valuable insight, and I would be a fool not to take advantage."

...Okay- so from what he could gleam from this. Luo Binghe wanted something from him. And once he figured that out, or grew bored with Shen Yuan he would get rid off him after making an example out of him. 

He took a breath "Very well, if it pleases my Lord."

"Call me Luo Binghe. I said there was no need for formalities."

Well, he didn't want to offend.

"Of course, Luo Binghe." And finally Luo Binghe smiled, and it was dazzling. Shen Yuan felt himself relaxing. This was the protagonist, he was practically radiant.

He found himself reaching for his plate and finishing his food. Now Luo Binghe was looking at him oddly "It's cold, wouldn't you want something else?"

Shen Yuan found himself smiling, it was almost like their night hunts when Tiangmo would fret over the poor Inn food and cook his own- Shen Yuan figured the boy just had a distrust for food. 

"Luo Binghe made this right? Even if it's cold it's still delicious. And I wouldn't want to waste food." He began to eat, sure it was better warmer but it was still toe-curlingly good.

....

Before he turned in for the night he felt Luo Binghe clasped his arm, still looking cool his eyes staring right through him.

"Before I leave you, Shizun. There is one more question I have for you."

Luo Binghe never thought to torture him for this information, he wanted to ask. But only if Shen Yuan felt safe enough to reveal that information. 

Luo Binghe was torn though, on one hand he wanted to bully Shen Yuan it was so easy! And Shen Yuans bullied flushed and tear streaked face was a delight and should be seen only by him. And yet, he wanted his trust he wanted Shen Yuan to rely on him like Tiangmo when he was his disciple...

"Yes Lor- uh Luo Binghe." 

"What was my weakness?"

Shen Yuan straightened "Oh right, of course I'll tell you- it's fuana. Flowers that trigger dual cultivation, you have a reputation of being in those situations and I wondered how lucky you were to have someone close but what would happen if you were alone- or if others were alone who weren't heavenly demons thats how I made that tonic, your highness." Luo Binghe's eyes widened. He probably never realised.

"You made that from thinking of me?" Shen Yuan nodded "Yeah, and remember that time you pushed me out the way of the flower and took the pollen onto yourself? I could've killed you. Slit your throat then pushed you into the stream and let the water carry you away washing all of the evidence." 

"I only mention it," Shen Yuan spoke after realising how silent Luo Binghe was being "Is that others might be thinking the same thing as I and might take advantage. Even other demon clans or cultivators may take advantage to 'push' a marriage gaining more in the deal so to say."

Lord Binghe's hand tightened and Shen Yuan tried not to grimace.

"This one apologises-"

"Now, This lord..." Luo Binghe let go standing straighter "This Lord appreciates Shizuns council. I will head that in the future. If Shizun could indulge this Lord and...teach me such remedies?"

Shen yuan eagerly nodded "Of course, just let me know when Lord Luo Binghe is free, I'll be at your service." 

Luo Binghe seemed to find amusment with this line, Shen Yuan had no idea what was so funny.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All together now

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, violence, blood, breeding/forced pregnancy

This is dark!Stucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request: Stucky + “You take him so well, just not as good as you take me.” + breeding/forced pregnancy + Steve and Bucky realize they both have their eye on the same girl. They decide to work together to get what they want. @river-soul​

“It’s just Bucky,” Steve waved for you to get your hand off your gun.

“What’s he doing here?” you left the pistol on the metal table and went back to the pot of canned soup.

You stirred the pot and looked around at the small safehouse as you heard the car door and the ensuing steps. You tapped the excess broth from the metal and turned back to cross your arms as you leaned on the counter.

“He does realise we’re hiding out here?”

“I asked him to come and have a look at these,” Steve jabbed his finger towards the manila file as he peeked out between the slats across the window.

“Wha-- I already translated them for you,” you huffed, “and we don’t have enough soup for him.”

“He knows Hydra better than anyone, he can tell us what the symbols mean,” Steve took a deep breath.

“We could have waited and got them back to intel in New York--”

The deadbolt turned and you shut up as Steve pulled the door open. You turned back to the stove and watched the soup. You had no issue with Bucky really but the last time you saw him, he’d confessed things to you that made it hard to look at him. And he hadn’t reacted well when you didn’t reciprocate.

“There,” you listened to the two men move around, noting that you didn’t even get a hey from the third agent, “thanks for coming, Buck.”

“Mhmm,” you heard the chair groan tellingly and you turned off the burner. 

You took out two metals bowls with a clink and poured the beefy stew into them. You added a spoon to each and turned to hand one off to Steve as he sat on the only other chair. You stood by the counter and slurped yours.

“It’s a map,” Bucky said, “the star, the five points,” he took out his phone and flipped through. He leaned forward and pointed to five different cities, “up in Siberia, Hydra checkpoints.”

“Shit,” Steve sat back as he scooped up his soup, “well, we should’ve caught that.”

“How could you, it’s not exactly marked on Google,” Bucky closed the folder and placed his phone on top of it, “how much longer you here?”

“Couple days at most,” Steve answered and you felt entirely ignored in the two way conversation.

You gulped down your food straight from the brim and rinsed your bowl. You wiped off your hands and checked the time on your watch. You took your gun and cleared the chamber.

“Early morning,” you said, “I’m gonna hit the hay, let you guys catch up.”

“Alright,” Steve set his bowl down on the small square table beside him.

“Night,” Bucky said, his first word to you, “sweet dreams.” His voice trailed after you and you felt both watching you as you pushed into the bedroom. You didn’t look back as the door clicked behind you.

You and Steve settled in easy to the meagre safehouse. There were missions you slept on concrete or in dirt so the dusty old mattress you shared wasn’t anything to gripe about. You changed into your plain grey sweats and your military issued matching tee. 

You dropped down onto the mattress and listened to the drone of the male tones through the wall. You stretched and rolled onto your side and closed your eyes. Hopefully he sent Bucky away by morning.

⭐

You grumbled and rolled over as the other side of the mattress shifted. You hid your face in the pillow as you hugged it with one arm. You tried to ignore Steve as he settled onto the flattened springs. You needed whatever rest you could force out of the short nights.

You went rigid as you felt his warmth against your back and his arm wrapped around your middle. You grabbed his wrist and froze. The vibranium was shockingly cool against your palm. Your eyes shot open as you were pulled flush against Bucky and Steve lowered himself on your other side.

“What the fuck are you doin--”

The vibranium fingers smothered your voice and you grunted in surprise at Steve’s nakedness. Your hand grazed against Bucky’s nude thigh and your heart began to pound. You reached for Bucky’s wrist again and Steve snatched away your arm and slung it over his shoulder.

You mumbled into the hand across your mouth and tried to push away from Bucky. You only served to brush his prodding excitement with your ass as your other hand beat against Steve’s chest. You tried to shake your head as the super soldier in front of you tugged at your loose pants.

You threw your head back and Bucky grunted and retracted his hand as you smashed your skull into his nose. You drew your hand from over Steve’s shoulder and punched him across the jaw. You pushed yourself up and tripped as Steve kept hold of the sweats and you fell at the foot of the bed.

You were tugged back as Bucky swore and flipped over as you reached for the end of the mattress. Steve peeled away your pants and you kicked out at him as the other soldier cradled his bloody nose. He spat a glob of saliva and blood onto the floor and got to his knees to help Steve wrangle you in.

They pinned your arms above your head as you kept kicking and flailing, snarling at them.

“What the fuck? Let me go?” you gritted.

“It didn’t have to be like this,” Bucky growled and sniffed as the blood trickled from his nostril, “I was nice and patient.”

“Steve,” you hissed at the blond, “you’re really gonna let him do this?”

“Him?” Steve’s jaw ticked, “Us.”

“What--” you grunted and fought harder, bringing a knee up far enough to catch Bucky’s ribs.

Both soldiers turned to grab your thighs and held you flat to the bed, gripping both wrist and legs. They looked at each other over your body and shared a conspiratorial moment.

“We should have sedated her,” Steve said.

“No, I want her to feel it when I fill her up,” Bucky scowled, “you got ties?”

Steve stared back a moment then nodded. They flipped you over and Bucky quickly straddled you as he twisted your arms back and held them to the middle of your back. Steve got up and disappeared through the open door.

“Why are you doing this?” you huffed.

“Why’d you lead me on?” Bucky snarled.

“I didn’t--”

“You didn’t,” he scoffed, “no you just flirted with me then laughed in my face.”

“That’s not what happened,” you wriggled and he squeezed you between his thick thighs.

“I wanted more than this but… you’re good stock, strong,” he fingers tightened painfully on your wrists, “all the genetic markers for a successful term.”

“What--”

“Shut up,” he stretched his fingers around both your wrists and freed a hand to pin your head down. Steve entered and you could only watch his feet as he neared. You closed your eyes as he got to his knees and Bucky helped him bind your wrists. “You got anything to gag her with?” the latter asked.

There was silence and you were lifted again and put on your back, your head between the pillows. You flung a leg up and it was caught easily. Your legs were forced down and your ankles held far apart. You opened your eyes and watched Bucky step between your legs as Steve kept your feet in place.

“Steve, don’t let him do this,” you begged, “please, whatever you’re thinking--”

Bucky dropped to his knees and his hand grasped your throat. He applied enough pressure to smother your voice.

“He’ll have his turn too,” Bucky wiped away the last of the blood from his nose with the back of his real hand then shoved it between your legs.

You gasped as he poked around impatiently. He moved closer and you felt his tip against you. Your hands throbbed as you laid atop them painfully and you whined through your tight throat. Steve’s hold on your didn’t waver as your legs tensed at Bucky’s violent intrusion.

He slammed into you so that your back arched and you pushed your shoulder down into the mattress. Your breath crackled in the air as his fingers squeezed firmer with each long thrust. The mattress shifted with his motion as he rutted into you.

He stretched his finger up your cheek and turned your head straight. He bent over you as his hips kept their pace. “Look at me,” he rasped and your eyes met his stormy one, “that’s it, I want you to look at me as I fill you up.”

He fucked you harder and panted as you gasped past his grip on your neck. Your ankles were released but you could do nothing as Bucky brought his legs back under yours and pushed them wide. He leaned most of his weight on your throat as he rammed into you.

“I want you to… remember,” he said through thick breaths, “the moment I… fill you up…” he bared his teeth and thrust frantically, “the moment you… become a mother.”

His voice fizzled and he bent to rest his forehead against yours as he came. You whimpered as his hand slipped from your throat and he slowed his hips. You tried to move your wrists as your fingers throbbed painfully.

He sighed and lifted himself off of you. He slipped out and you winced at the warmth leaking from your cunt. You couldn’t look at them as their figures moved at the edge of your vision.

You were flipped over again. Weak, your resistance was met with a sharp slap to the back of the head. You lifted to your knees and Bucky stood in front of you as Steve got behind you on the mattress, his legs between yours as he gripped your hip.

Bucky stroked his dick as he gazed down at you. He shivered with the overstimulation but barely softened as he kept on. Steve angled himself past your ass and squeezed until you tilted your hips. He slid into you and groaned as he reached his limit.

“Ah, please,” you lowered your head and Bucky caught your chin.

He shushed you and pressed his tip to your lips as Steve began to rock cautiously behind you. Bucky pushed past your lips and sank down your throat as he forced your head back. Steve’s hot breaths grew ragged as a sharp clap came with each deliberate thrust.

“You take him so well, just not as good as you take me,” Bucky purred as he glided in and out of your mouth, your spit dripping down your chin and smeared around your mouth. He grabbed your head between both hands and rubbed your cheekbones with his thumbs as he moaned in delight, “fuck, I hate to waste it on your mouth,” he rasped, “better fill her up good, Steve.”

The man behind you seemed enlivened by his name. His hand went to your neck and he felt Bucky inside of you. Steve crashed into your harder and faster, the noise of wet cunt around him added to the steady slapping of skin. Your eyes rolled back as you struggled to breath and your body struggled to adjust to the constant barrage.

You almost choked as Bucky emptied himself down your throat and coughed as he pulled out. He let you fall forward onto your face as Steve kept his rampant pace. Your cunt thrummed around him and your entire body ached as he reached his peak. He slammed you back and held you there as he came in a fit of spasms.

Steve hummed and tickled your ass as Bucky lifted your head and poked his thumb into your mouth. The soldier in front of you helped push you up as Steve sat back and you were held in his lap, completely full with him.

“Got your story straight?” Bucky asked as Steve began to move you again.

“Think so,” Steve panted and Bucky rolled your tee shirt up and hooked it behind your head. He bent and played with your chest as Steve fucked you from below.

“She went missing, right? You got that intel but she was gone. You called me to help find her,” Bucky paused and teased your nipple between his teeth, “got it?”

“Got it,” Steve leaned back and groaned as he moved you in his lap.

“Don’t…” you begged in a desperate whisper.

“We’ll take care of you,” Bucky trailed his nose between your tits, “for the baby’s sake.”

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Do You Trust Me?

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Summary: When Lenora finds out she’s pregnant and another girl turns up pregnant and murdered, Arvin and Y/N take matters into their own hands. 

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Sexual Assualt, Teen Pregnancy, Cursing, Mentions of Rape, Bullying, Dark Religious Themes, Talk of Abortion  DO NOT READ IF THESE BOTHER YOU (Very similar things to the movie)

Word Count: 7000

A/N: So Lenora doesn’t die in this but that part is instead replaced by the Reaster girl being found dead (I named her Jeanette... I didn’t remember if they gave her a first name)

A/N 2: I know I’m writing characters that exist already but like I feel like I’m going to Hell for writing this. Any other Christians feel that way about liking the movie?

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Secrets were hard to keep in such a small town as Coal Creek. Everyone knew everyone and if one person saw something, the whole town knew about it by next morning. That’s why Lenora had kept her secrets with Reverend Teagarden from all except you. Other than Arvin, you were her only friend in the world. It felt nice to have another girl to talk to because as much as she loved her brother, it was nothing like having a sister. Though you weren’t related, just friends from school, it was the closest thing she had. 

The two of you had bonded over the harassment from boys at school. Unlike Lenora, you had no problem dishing back threats and abuse. You were more like Arvin in that sense, not always terrified that the Lord was going to smite you for defending yourself. You and Arvin were close too because of it. 

The day you two met, he’d gone to pick Lenora up from school one day to find the two of you cornered out back by Dinwoodie and his boys. They called Lenora ugly, as per their daily routine, and said they wouldn’t fuck her with a bag on a her head. Tommy Matheson had a paper bag held over her face, holding her down while she squirmed. 

“There ain’t nothing alive that would willingly let you touch them, Dinwoodie!” You spat while Orville Buckman held you back, his arms wrapped around your body, keeping your arms . pinned to your side, “You’re a vile thing. Hell, I’m sure a dead pig wouldn’t let you fuck it.” 

Dinwoodie spun around and blew a hard smack across your face, “Lenora here ain’t much different than that. But you on the other hand, I’d take you whether you wanted it or not. I like a girl with a dirty mouth. And lucky you, I won’t make you wear the bag.” 

He fisted your hair and pulled your face close to him, trying to force a kiss from you but spat in his face, a massive drip of saliva landing in his eyes and smaller particles spewed across his lips. “You nasty bi-” Gene Dinwoodie reared back, ready to hit you again when suddenly Arvin came out of nowhere, sending a solid blow straight into Gene’s face, sending him flying to the ground with a crack. 

Orville let you go to go after Arvin and Tommy did the same to Lenora. You ran over to her and pulled the bag from her head, seeing evidence of her silent tears all over her face. Once you saw she was okay though, you ran over to help Arvin, who had found himself dragged to the ground by the three boys. Lenora got up too, screaming for them to stop. 

“Stop!” You yelled, pulling at Gene’s arms to try and get him to stop kicking Arvin. He shoved you back harshly by the chest but you caught yourself, returning with a sharp blow to his face with your locked fist. 

The enraged boy smacked you even harder than before, sending your ass to the ground with thud that you knew would leave a bruise. Your hands and knees got skinned up as you skid slightly on the pavement. Lenora kept pulling on the boys too, begging them to stop but to no avail. 

“Ha, sister fucker!” The three of them called out to Arvin before leaving the three of you alone. 

“Are you okay?” You asked the boy that you hadn’t met before, who was curled up in a ball on the ground and holding his stomach. He groaned in response, trying to push himself up but requiring your assistance. “Thank you for what you did back there. I’m sorry this happened.” 

He stretched, flinching at the slight movement. He sent a small nod towards you but then turned towards Lenora, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Lenora.” Words couldn’t describe the guilt he felt for allowing this to happen. 

“It-it’s okay, Arvin. It wasn’t that bad this time. Y/N here took the brunt of it, unfortunately.” Lenora turned to you, “‘M sorry about that, by the way. You didn’t need to step in for me.” 

You had stood up about the same time Arvin did, brushing as much of the dirt off your bleeding and scraped up knees as you could without flinching, “Those guys are ass holes, Lenora. I did need to.” 

Lenora piped up, “Oh, um, Y/N, this is my brother Arvin. Arvin, this is Y/N. She just moved here.” 

“It’s nice to meet ya.” You greeted the boy with a pained smile, your face hurting from the blows you’d just taken. 

Arvin nodded, “You too.” He paused for a moment, “Can I give you a ride home? I don’t need them boys catching up with you again on the ride home. Besides, your face is getting mighty red. I might have something back at my house to keep it from bruising up too bad.” 

You looked over at Lenora, sending her a questioning look, like asking if you could trust this boy who had just come to your rescue, which may have seemed like an odd inquiry to have since he just tried to take on the guys harassing you, but your encounters with boys in this town hadn’t gone all too well thus far. The girl looked unfazed though with almost a hint of excitement that you could possibly be going to her home. 

“Um, yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.” You tucked a messy strand of hair behind your ear before looking back up at Arvin to see that he was already staring at you. 

That was months ago. You’d gotten settled into Coal Creek by now and the abuse from Dinwoodie had stopped entirely after Arvin had gone full vigilante to beat the shit out of them all. Speaking of Arvin, the day he saved you and Lenora, he asked you on a date and the pair of you had been going steady ever since. If there was ever a couple to not be fucked with, the town had learned it was you two. 

This weekend, you’d gone over to the Russel’s home for supper at their Grandma’s invitation. It was delicious, as usual, as that woman had the God-given ability to produce miracles in that kitchen. As you all finished up, Uncle Earskell asked Arvin to help with something upstairs so he left without a second thought to help his kin. 

Lenora had been looking at you funny all night, as if trying to catch your eye. After helping Grandma (which she insisted you call her as well) clean up supper, Lenora pulled you off to the side, “Y/N, let’s go on a walk. I need to tell you something.” 

The weight in her eyes told you how serious this was so you just nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s go.” 

She grabbed a lantern on her way out the door and towards the barn. It was already dark, despite only being seven in the evening. Lenora led you out there and then closed the door before sitting on the hay. “So what is it?” You asked nervously. Normally, you would have made a joke but something told you that this wasn’t a joking matter. Anxiety buzzed all around her. 

“Y’know the new pastor? Preston Teagarden?” Lenora began, wringing her hands together and beginning to hide under her long red hair. 

You nodded, the question having an obvious answer as everyone, including your God fearing Mama and Aunt, went to church every Sunday. “What about ‘im?” 

“Well… um… y’see. We… we had sex.” She whispered the last word like it was the dirtiest thing she could fathom saying. 

Your eyes blew wide and your mouth dropped open, “You what?” You whispered back in shock. 

“Shh!” She held her finger up to her lips, “He said that to bear yourself as God made his first children was to truly turn yourself to Him.” 

You were having a difficult time processing this new information. Arvin and you had both agreed that there was something off about that new preacher since the first day you met him but you wouldn’t have guessed it was anything like this. “Lenora, that makes no sense. God sees everything. He’s already seen you in your birthday suit. He doesn’t need the preacher to see it too.” 

Part of you felt bad for the way you were reacting, especially when you saw the way your best friend shrunk back a little in embarrassment. Clearly, he’d manipulated her into getting what he wanted, using her faith as a weapon for her sexual exploitation, but of course she didn’t see it like that because his words were specifically tailored to get her to believe him. Now as you said these things, though, it was becoming clearer to Lenora that she had been manipulated. 

“That’s not all…” She continued. 

You held her arm gently, “What is it?” 

Her eyes got wide with fear, “You can’t tell anyone okay? You gotta promise.” Her hand covered yours, gripping tightly to ensure that you grasped the severity of the situation. 

You swallowed hard, honestly scared by her reactions to whatever was happening. This wasn’t like sweet, simple, calm Lenora. Nonetheless, you nodded, “I promise.” 

“I think I’m pregnant.” 

You actually choked, “What? Are you sure?” This was bad. This was so bad. 

Her eyes began to well up with guilty tears, “Yeah, I am. I was pretty sick a few weeks back. Couldn’t eat nothin’ cause I kept throwin’ up. And I haven’t had that time of the month in  two months.” 

“Two months, Lenora? Shit…” You whispered, leaning back against the hay. Even before moving to Coal Creek, you came from a small town in Pennsylvania where this had happened to a few girls. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon in that particular town. Your daddy had been a doctor before he died so you’d seen more than a few cases of teenage pregnancy. For Lenora, though, this was practically unheard of. Good Christian girls don’t have babies before marriage. “Did you tell ‘im?” 

Lenora’s breath shook, “Yeah ‘nd he said I was crazy and delusional. Just imaginin’ things. Said we never did nothin’ in the car. Then he said that I had to get rid of the baby or I’d be branded as the town whore with a bastard son. Even said it’d kill Grandma from the shame of it all if anyone found out.” 

“That is not true, Lenora. None of it. You’re not a whore and it would be best for everyone if that baby inside you was a bastard. That disgusting man isn’t fit to walk the Earth we live on, let alone be a father.” It felt like the blood was rushing through your veins with full force, internally panicking about the situation. This was a big deal and, unfortunately, you weren’t sure if Lenora was emotionally capable enough to handle it alone. She’d always been quiet and lonely and an easy target for cruel people. “Are you keepin’ it?” 

Her breathing shuddered as if she’d started crying, “I can’t kill the baby inside me and go on livin’ with that. But I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared,Y/N.” Lenora threw her arms around you and you held her as her body rattled against yours. 

“Shh, you got me, alright? Me and Arvin. And I’m sure Grandma wouldn’t be ashamed if she knew what Teagarden did to you.” You insisted but she shook her head. 

“You must think I’m stupid for believin’ that man.” She sat up wiping her eyes with her sleeve. 

“No! I do not think you’re stupid at all. That monster took advantage of you, told you things to make you believe that his dirty, lustful thoughts were vindicated by the Lord. And he’s going to fucking pay.” You were furious now as you began to stand up, unsure of exactly what you’d do but you knew you were gonna do it. 

Lenora grabbed your arm and pulled you back down, “No! Wait! Please-” 

“What’s going on here?” Arvin opened the door with a concerned face. 

Both you and Lenora jumped at his sudden intrusion but were even more nervous about what he’d heard. 

“How much did you hear?” Lenora asked her brother, rubbing her hands on her thighs. 

He walked in and slammed the door shut behind him, kneeling down in front of you and his sister, “That someone took advantage of you and Y/N was gonna make ‘im pay. Now what happened? What’s going on?” 

This was one of the things that you’d always loved about Arvin. He had this protective nature over what he loved, ready to do anything to keep his loved ones safe, whether that was his sister, his girlfriend, or his grandmother. His brown eyes held so much sincerity and understanding for his younger sister but also fear for what had been done to her. 

When she didn’t respond right away, Arvin looked over to you with questioning desperate eyes but you chewed your lip, knowing that it wasn’t your secret to tell. Instead, you looked back over to Lenora sadly and nudged her slightly. 

“C-can you say? Please? I don’t wanna say it again.” Lenora begged you quietly, avoiding eye contact with Arvin. Though you could never truly know she felt, you tried to understand all the emotions that must have been running through her. 

Arvin met your eyes, begging you to tell him what had happened. “She’s pregnant. It’s that Reverend Teagarden’s baby. Said that he told her that the only way to get close to God was to show him her in the form of Adam and Eve. But now he’s saying that she’s delusional and that it’s not his.” 

Arvin’s temper flamed inside his chest. That explained the Reverend’s intense sermon about delusion this last Sunday. Nobody did this to his sister and got away with it. “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking ki-” 

“Arvin please-” Lenora tried to calm him but it was a weak attempt, still trying to stay quiet so Grandma wouldn’t notice.

“No, I’ll end his life for what he did to you.” 

You watched your boyfriend reel around, hands holding onto his hat. He was livid, understandably so. 

Lenora wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to protect Preston Teagarden after what he’d done to her but she thinks it’s that she was more concerned for her brother. Besides, no matter what Teagarden had done, did he really deserve to die for it? 

“We don’t have to hurt him,” You spoke to your boyfriend, “If she wants, she can just have the baby and we’ll help raise it.” 

“But he said it’s not his and that I’ll just be considered some no-good whore. He said it’ll kill Grandma. I don’t want to kill Grandma.” She was almost crying again at the thought of their grandmother ending up six feet under because of the shame of having her as a granddaughter. 

“He said that?!” Arvin nearly yelled. 

“But what if he’s right?” Lenora thought out loud, “I couldn’t live with myself if I got rid of the baby but I can’t risk killing Grandma. Maybe it would be better if I were dead-” 

“No!” You and Arvin both said firmly in unison. You held her hand tight and Arvin knelt down again. 

He swiped his thumb comfortingly across the back of her hands, “Don’t you ever say that. We have both already lost too damn much to lose each other too, ya hear me?” 

Lenora nodded, tears falling down her cheeks when she closed her eyes. 

“Why can’t we just ruin him? You can have the baby and let everyone know what he did. Everyone will know that he’s the father and it’ll destroy his life.” Arvin suggested, all of the miserable ways this could end for the man twisting his heart in sadistic pleasure. 

You shook your head though, “No, they won’t. It’s different for girls in small towns like this. Doesn’t matter what happened, you’re still the dirty no good whore, even if you were raped. The man is treated like a victim for even having the inkling of an accusation brought up.” After a few minutes, you suggested, “Why don’t we run off. We’ll all go to a new town, somewhere where nobody knows none of us. We’ll tell ‘em that your husband died in the war, leaving you with the baby. I’ll go with. I’ll help you raise it.” 

She shook her head, “But what about Grandma and Uncle Earskell?” She did have a point. They were both getting on in age and would need more help than they already did. 

You all sat in silence for a few moments, brainstorming ideas of what to do. Eventually, Arvin looked at his sister, “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

The three of you went back to the house for the rest of the night, knowing that everyone would be getting suspicious if you were out any longer. 

The three of you kept the secret quiet, barely even speaking about it to each other. You’d been doing as much research on babies in the libraries at school, which earned you quite a few disapproving looks from people who assumed that you and Arvin were expecting. You were serious when you said that you had every intention of helping Lenora and so was Arvin. 

Weeks had gone by with relatively no news. Well, that’s what the town thought at least. After finding out about what the Reverend had done to Lenora, Arvin had told you about his plan to watch him. 

The pair of you had spent several afternoons staked out near the church, watching as he went to the place of worship and then left at night. But then you started noticing a frequent visitor. Jeanette Reaster. The pair would drive off to a little secluded field and, sure enough, Teagarden would have his way with her. Though you couldn’t hear what was said, it was clear that they’d been praying beforehand before she submitted to him fully. Now, you knew Jeanette Reaster and, much like Lenora, she was the last person you’d imagine having premarital sex for the fear of being struck down by God. Whatever this man had said to them must have been real convincing. 

“Piece of shit…” Arvin leaned forward against the steering wheel of his car while you sat beside him. You both watched on as the Reverend laid the girl down and began his assault of falsely “holy” acts. 

For respect of Jeanette, you both looked away during the actual act but when you saw her ride off, Teagarden got out of his car, a bunch of fabric in his hands and sniffed them as he watched her. “That fucking perv. How does nobody know about this?” You asked, disgusted. Reaster was a good girl. She didn’t deserve this abuse. 

“We know about it.” Arvin said, putting the car in reverse, “And that’s enough.” Less than a week later, word got out that Jeanette Reaster had run off. Grandma had told Arvin and Lenora that her mother had said to her privately that Jeanette left a note saying that she was pregnant but the father refused to believe that he was the father. To spare her family the shame, she ran away and begged them to just say that they had no idea what had happened to her. That’s what her parents intended to do for their daughter’s sake but had entrusted Grandma with the secret just so they had somebody to talk to about it.

The day after she disappeared, they found her body on the side of the road just a few towns over. Nobody had any idea of what had happened except for you and Arvin. Both of you were convinced that Teagarden had murdered her to keep his secret from getting out. 

The anger that was held between you and Arvin both was unparalleled. In part, you both felt partially responsible for her death. If only you’d said something, maybe you could have saved her. But neither of you even knew she was pregnant. That monster did to her exactly what he had probably planned to do to Lenora. 

“We have to set things right.” Arvin said, sitting in his car one night with you in the woods, “That girl is dead and I can’t help but feel like it’s on me.” His head hung sadly, the weight of another death weighing on his heart. 

You shifted sideways in the seat, your jeans rubbing against the vinyl car seats. You placed a hand gingerly on his cheek, “This is not your fault. This is the evil of a wicked man.” 

“A girl is dead, Y/N. He got her pregnant and murdered her. He got Lenora pregnant and tried to convince her she was crazy. He’s taking advantage of innocent girls out here and then tying up the loose ends.” Arvin sat there, so much hurt behind his brown eyes. Then an idea dawned on him, “Do you trust me?” 

The question took you off guard and it showed but you answered honestly, “Yes.” 

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Perhaps being quieter in church was for the best for this particular scenario. You’d never been as religious as the rest of your family or the rest of the town, for that matter. But this morning, you found yourself on your knees by your bedside. “Lord, please forgive the things that I am about to do. Please understand that I do this with the best intentions of protecting every other girl to cross paths with Preston Teagarden and to avenge the death of Jeanette Reaster. I pray that you please forgive Arvin as well as I know he is a man with nothing but good and love in his heart. In Jesus’ holy name, amen.” 

Almost on cue, your mom knocked on the door to see you on your knees, “Arvin is out front waiting for you.” She announced with a warm smile, noticing your outfit, “You look nice, sweetie! Since when do you clean up all cute for that boy?” She teased, a loving smile on her face as you smoothed out your yellow dress that hung just below your knees. The sleeves were tight and went about halfway down your biceps. It was far from revealing with a neckline that stopped just below your collarbones but it still was tight enough to accentuate the shape of your concealed breasts. A brown belt was tied around your waist, showing off your figure. 

“Yeah, well I figured that for once I might as well dress up and do something nice.” The lie slipped out smoothly despite the racing of your heart in your chest. 

She pulled you in for a hug, “Well you tell Arvin that I want you back by nine tonight! I’ll be going over to Mrs. Hadderson’s for quilting today, just so you know, in case I’m not home when you get back.” 

You picked up your bag and pulled her into a side hug, “Alright, Mama. Love you!” You hollered, running out the door. Arvin was dressed normally, just his blue jeans and t-shirt, but he still looked great as always. 

When you slid into the passenger seat of his car, he perked up and looked over at you, “Not used to seeing you like this on any day but Sunday.” He attempted to joke but found it difficult considering what the two of you were planning on doing. 

After driving a ways down the road, he asked, “Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Because I can drop you off with Lenora and I’ll take care of this myself.” 

Looking over at him to see his eyes scanning your face for signs of hesitation, you placed your hand on his leg, “I’m not letting you do this alone.” 

Not too deep down, Arvin felt terrible for allowing you to partake in this. Death had always seemed to follow him wherever he went; he didn’t want you to be stuck with the same curse. The two of you developed a plan but Arvin had created a backup just in case you decided you didn’t want to partake, not that he would blame you. He was terrified beyond belief himself but he’d decided that for the sake of every other girl in this town and any other one’s Teagarden had harmed in the past, he had to do this. 

The only thing making him feel remotely at peace with your involvement was the fact that you weren’t actually doing the killing. You were the diversion, he was the trigger man. Arvin sighed, relenting to the fact that you were in on this, “Did you bring the rope?” He asked, eyes flicking over to you and your bag between glances at the road that moved beneath the wheels of his car. 

You dug around in your little bag and pulled out a small length of rope, a weapon chosen for the lack of clean up. “Got it. You got the gun?” 

Arvin pulled his denim jacket back just enough to show the handle of the Luger that once belonged to his father. This weapon was chosen for its reliability. Once you guys started, you had to finish otherwise he’d tell everyone. 

Before you knew it, the tires were coming to a crunching halt on the rocky sideturn just around the corner from the church. A sudden wave of nausea came over you and you had to breathe deeply to settle it down. “You okay?” Arvin asked, reaching out for you. 

You swallowed hard, “Yeah.” Sweat began to bead up on your brow as a million different images of what could happen in the next few minutes ran through your head. 

Arvin watched as you zoned out on the dashboard and he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. It was the same inner conflict he’d had this morning before picking you up, when he first pocketed the gun.  “Whatever happens today, I need you to know that I love you Y/N.” 

You sucked a quick breath in. Neither of you had ever used the L-word before. Arvin was scared to because he’d lost so many people and the fewer people he loved, that fewer people he could lose. You had just never loved anyone romantically before and were too terrified that maybe you’d say it too early or think you felt it when you really didn’t. With Arvin, though, you knew it. “I love you too, Arvin.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips deeply, wanting nothing more than to stay against his skin for the rest of your lives. But, unfortunately, there was something you had to do first. 

“Remember, just get him to bring you to the field. I will be there waiting. I won’t let anything happen to you, you hear?” Your faces were close together, so close your foreheads almost touched, as he went over the plan one last time, trying to make sure that you knew that you were safe as long as he was around. 

“I know.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile, though it was far from a grin of actual happiness.

Arvin watched as you got out of the car, leaving the small bundle of rope behind, and walked down the dirt driveway to the church. You looked just like someone that pervert would fall head over heels for. There was an innocent sway to your hips and the way you held your bag close to your body screamed insecurity, but the kind of a young girl who doesn’t know how beautiful she is. The funny thing was that this wasn’t something totally out of character for you. Sure, you had a mouth and fist that could dish as much as it could take, and yeah, you and Arvin had been together for almost half a year, but there was still a youthful innocence to you. There was still a brightness in your eyes and a pep in your step, one that hadn’t been beat down by the tragedies of life yet. It was one of the things that Arvin found most attractive about you but it was also one of the things that Preston Teagard would as well. 

The doors of the church were cracked open just slightly when you approached and you could see the Reverend sitting in the pews, reading his Bible, through the gap. Taking one less final deep breath, you pressed the door open and stepped in, the heels of your little white chucks padding against the hardwood. Teagard turned around at the sound, “Why, hello, there.” He greeted warmly. It disgusted you how this man could act no different after knowing what he’d just done but the worst monsters were human. 

“Uh, hi there, Reverend. I’m sorry to bother but I just needed to talk to you about something.” You began, accentuated your Appalachian drawl while trying to make your voice sound as young and innocent as you could. 

He patted the pew beside him, “Well, my child, you’ve come to the right place. That’s what I’m here for. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” 

Skin crawling as you walked, you forced your feet to move towards the man and sit beside him. Right away, his arm stretched behind your shoulders as he sat uncomfortably close. At first, you avoided eye contact, “Well, um, you see, I’ve been… straying from the light and I really want to get right with God.” 

This had to be the first truth you’d told anyone other than Arvin today. You felt too terrible lying in the presence of God so you’d found a way to genuinely get your feelings off your chest while still luring Teagarden into your trap. 

He rubbed his chin and hummed, “The fact that you acknowledge this means you haven’t strayed too far. God always comes back to his flock, even to those little sheepies who’ve gone astray. Why don’t you tell me more.” He urged. 

Your hands squeezed the strap of your bag tightly, “I… I have lustful thoughts sometimes.” 

Preston was lucky he’d had a lot of practice concealing his emotions because he’d be lying if he said that those words didn’t stir something in him, “Now are these just thoughts or have you acted on them?” 

“Oh, just thoughts, Reverend. I’ve never acted on any of them.” You reassured, finally meeting his eyes. They seemed to look at you with such understanding that you could see why Lenora and Jeanette had fallen for him. 

He nodded in approval, “And who are these thoughts about?” 

This was where you’d have to do a bit more lying, “I don’t really want to say.” You blushed bright red. You knew that Preston must have taken this as a sign that it was about him but it wasn’t. Your dirty thoughts never strayed from Arvin. 

Preston looked away and then back down at you, “You’re going with that Russel boy, right?” 

Silently, you nodded, not wanting to incriminate your boyfriend too much in this process of confession. 

“Has he ever touched you?” Preston pressed, his body getting closer to yours inch by inch until your legs were nearly touching. 

The red in your cheeks wasn’t part of the act anymore but genuine. You shook your head, “No, never.” You felt almost panicked at the question. 

“Have you ever touched yourself to these thoughts?” His voice became slower, more cautious as his inquiries got riskier and riskier. 

You found yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him anymore and looked back down at your shoes instead, just shaking your head, “No, I feel too weird. Like it’s a violation or somethin’.” 

Preston looked away, as if considering something, before turning back to you, “Can I show you some place? I find it helps me feel closer to God when I feel like I’m goin’ astray. Perhaps I could help.” 

Hook and sink. He’d fallen right into the trap. With a shy nod, you agreed sweetly, “Yeah, yeah, I’d like that. Is it far?” 

Teagard shook his head, “Oh no, not too far at all. But I’ll drive so we don’t have to walk.” 

Getting him to drive you to the spot was just as easy as you imagined it would be. With a quick glance in the rear view mirror, you noticed a car in the far distance behind you that you immediately recognized as Arvin following. Preston’s car came to a stop in the same field you’d seen him take Jeanette Reaster to a few weeks ago, facing the woods ahead. 

It really was quite peaceful and would have been a pretty sight if you weren’t with a sexual predator. Again, his arm slid around your shoulders and you breathed in deeply, the intense sexual tension making you uncomfortable even though you had every intention of finishing him off before he even got a hand up your skirt. 

“You said that Russel boy has never touched you. Have you ever shown him yourself?” The fact that this man had the nerve to ask you such questions disgusted you beyond belief but you kept up the facade. 

“Like naked?” You clarified, seeing him nod, “No, not naked. We went to the lake one time so he saw me in my bathing suit then but that’s not exactly the same thing.” 

Preston chuckled at your naivety, “No, no, not the same thing at all. You know how you’re supposed to save yourself for marriage to be right with the Lord. But there is nothing that brings you closer back to our heavenly father than to be as Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, the garden of pure paradise.” 

“How is that so?” You cranked up the childlike inquisitive nature as you looked up at him with big doe eyes. 

Preston had to fight the urge to take you here and now, looking at you like this, but he remained strong for the sake of the process. “They were made in his image. We all were but they were his original children. The pure, unaltered image of God himself, before the sin of man tainted it all. By showing yourself in your pure, unaltered image, you bring yourself closer to the light.” 

Your brows furrowed, “But didn’t you just say that premarital sex is a sin?” This may have been jeopardizing your mission but you felt inclined to point out the hypocrisy before you offed the man. 

He nodded, chest falling and rising with a heavy sigh, “It depends on who you’re with. I’m a man of God myself and I like to model myself after Jesus. I’d like to think that makes me an extension of His love and power and therefore an outlet for you to feel safe to do whatever you need to do in order to be right with Him.” 

With a shaky breath, you bit your lip, “Alright. H-how do I-?”

Preston watched as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt and let his mind wander to what else those fingers might be good at. “First, let us pray.” He reached over and held your hand, “Lord, Y/N is showing herself to you. See her Lord, as you made her. She presents herself to you. Give her strength. Amen.” 

“Amen.” You muttered after him, your fingers slowly going to unbutton your dress. This wasn’t how you’d imagined the first time a boy seeing you in your knickers going. In your mind, it had always been on a nice romantic evening with Arvin and a selfish part of you wanted it to stay that way but then you remembered why you were doing what you were doing and sucked down the reservations. At least you weren’t actually losing your virginity to the monster. 

Nervous fingers fuddled with the button for just a moment too long and Teagarden twisted sideways, hands coming to cover yours, “May I?” He offered his assistance. 

Your heart thumped so loud you could hear it but you nodded silently, letting your fingers fall onto your thighs. With deftly skilled fingers, he had your blouse unbuttoned before long and had pushed it off your shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat at this much exposure, your breasts just barely concealed under only the fabric of your bra. Lord, you prayed silently, please let this be over with quickly. 

Your eyes slid closed, trying to imagine that it was Arvin touching you instead of Preston Teagarden but then the mere thought of comparing the two made you sick to your stomach. They were nothing alike. 

A set of chapped lips kissed your forehead gently, then your cheek, and then, finally, your lips. At first, you drew back, but still kept your eyes closed, trying to mask the disgust with untouched hesitance. You forced your body to relax again and Preston took that as a cue to continue with what he was doing, his lips returning to yours. 

Wasting no time, he’d crawled over you until your back was flush against the seat. You placed your hands awkwardly and haphazardly on Preston’s shoulder’s, trying to feign inexperienced confusion. You and Arvin may not have ever gone all the way, but you’d at least gone this far. 

Preston’s lips moved down your neck and your breath got caught in your throat. As much as you hated it, he knew what he was doing. This man knew all the right buttons to push to make a nervous girl submit to his every desire and, though you were well aware of the game he was playing and had zero attraction to him, the physical reactions were almost impossible to stop. Your body shuddered when his stubble, something Arvin lacked, scratched the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes were open wide now, just waiting for your boyfriend to finally show up and save you from this situation. 

Arvin approached the car and slowly and quietly as he could. The windows were up so it wasn’t too big an issue as long as he wasn’t clanging metal but he figured he didn’t want to take any chances. When approached the driver’s window, his heart wrenched and he immediately regretted putting you in this position. 

Preston was on top of you, his hands roaming all around your semi-exposed chest. He knew that you’d never been exposed like that to anyone before and he suddenly felt sick with himself for allowing the first time to be with anyone beside him, let alone Preston fucking Teagard. 

He expected to have to psych himself up for the actual kill, to have to convince himself to do it but when you locked eyes with him, a silent plea to get the man off of you, it came unnervingly natural. With the rope already wrapped around both of his fists, Arvin reached for the handle and threw the door open, looping the rope around Preston’s neck and dragging him back out of the car. Preston’s eyes were wide with shock and fear, “What the fuck?!” He hollered in fear, the words turning to gagging and choking. His hands grasped at the rope but Arvin had it pulled too tightly. 

Preston’s body was kicking against the grass but his neck and head were pressed against Arvin’s chest, who was kneeling in the field. 

“You really thought you could get away with what you did to my Lenora? To that poor Reaster girl you murdered? And then I bet you were willing to do the same to her over there too, huh?” He seethed, notioning over to you with a flick of his chin. 

The reverend tried to say something, anything to defend himself or get himself out of this situation but Arvin never let up so the words came out as disgustingly graphic chokes. You crawled out of the car, not knowing what you could do to help or secure the situation but feeling useless now. 

In a few minutes time, his lips had turned blue and the thrashing of his body had stopped. Arvin finally let up and the body slump into the grass. He crawled back and away from the man who had only moments ago been all over you, touching you. 

That was when he remembered that you were there still. He’d gotten so blinded by rage that he almost blacked out, caught up in the task at hand. But when he looked up, his heart began to beat again and he stood up, rushing to you, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” 

Your face was pale and blank, almost as if you were in shock. Your top was still totally unbuttoned, white modest bra still exposed to the world but you didn’t look like you cared at all. If Arvin was being honest, this wasn’t how he’d pictured seeing you topless for the first time going. He always hoped it would be romantic and with more than enough time to compliment every inch of your perfect body. Instead, you looked scared and shocked and almost like you could be sick. 

“Y/N?” He urged, coming stand between you and Preston’s body, attempting to break your view of it. He reached down and began to re-button your blouse for you. 

“I’m fine,” You said flatly, only moving to look up at him, “Are you okay?” 

With a glance down at his knuckles, the rope burn was clear to see, but Arvin had been through much worse, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry that I let him do that. This whole idea was stupid and now-” 

“No,” You interrupted, finally snapping out of your shocked state and bringing your hands up to rest on his, which were on your chest now, “He can’t hurt anyone anymore.” 

Arvin didn’t actually feel remorse for killing the man. The only thing he wanted was to take you back home, or rather far away, where there weren’t any reminders of today’s events. He wanted to show you how special you were, how much he loved you, and how brave he thought you were for being willing to be Teagarden’s last victim for the better good of the world. 

[tyb1]

If It’s The Right Thing To Do (4)

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Character: Seth Clearwater

Note: let’s imagine your Sam’s little sister 

Dialogue prompt:“So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.”

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“I’m sorry Seth but you and I both know that what you’re saying is bullshit.” I snatched my hand away from his chest, the feeling of his racing heart was no longer there. I knew he wasn’t lying about what he said but for his and my sanity, we both needed this to end here. This entire relationship was causing too many problems...well before he decided to join the Cullens. 

“What (Y/N)....what are you talking about?.” He stood there with tears in his eyes, I’m surprised he didn’t let them fall like I was letting mine fall. That was one thing I hated about him. He held in all of his emotions and then when it came to the breaking point he would explode. Trust me when I say it’s not a good sight to see.

I had to put off a bold face for him. I couldn’t let him know that I was actually dying inside. I was letting a few tears slide down my face but that didn’t compare to the aching feeling that I was feeling inside of me. It was the same feeling I felt when he first left me.

“Fine since you want me to say it so badly”- I roughly pointed my finger in his face.- “ Leave me alone. We’re breaking up so don’t call me, or text me until you get your priorities straight. I’ll be home when you get your shit together.” 

Seth couldn’t look me in the eyes, he started to kick the dirt with his feet. The sand below him started to change different colors from the tears that were falling upon it. He started to mumble a few words but the only thing I could hear was. “You don’t have your priorities straight either (Y/N).”

“It’s because I’m dealing with your shit! I’m around here following you like a lost puppy when you only play mind games with me! I’m so done with you and your bipolar ass!” I spat bitterly, I turned my back to him then marched towards Sam. I turned around to look at him once more, I instantly regretted it. He stood there with his hands in pockets with his head still hanging low. His head shot up instantly making eye contact with me, I quickly snatched my gaze away from him. This was going to be a new start for both of us so I didn’t need to be drawn back in with his puppy dog eyes.

Seth POV 2 weeks later

 I was too much of a coward to say goodbye. I was truly heartbroken. I wish I could run to her and tell her that I love her and tell her that I cherish everything about her but I know she wouldn’t believe me. I was all out of options. The only thing that felt right to do was to cry and that’s what I did. I cried so hard that day that Jake had to carry me home on his back. It’s been two weeks since I have last spoken to (Y/N), two of the longest fucking weeks of my life. I thought losing my dad was painful but this...this has won the race. I couldn’t bear the heartbreak so I started to stay out longer. I asked to take over Leah and Jake’s patrol hours. I don’t even remember the last time I ate. I can only remember our last encounter, it’s like a nonstop movie in my head it was causing me to go insane.

I hate it here.

I have been spending most of my days down at the border. I was monitoring the days where Colin and Brady patrolled, they were my best option to trick into letting me cross the border. It was my only way to apologize to (Y/N). So here I was trying to wave down Collin and Brady so I could continue with my ridiculous plan.

“Hey! Colin, Brady pshhh, come here!” I yelled out in the distance to the two wolves. I was standing at the border waiting for them to shift as well. I wasn’t in my wolf form. The last thing I wanted to do was be a threat to them. 

Brady was the first to walk from behind the tree while Colin stood behind the tree too nervous to face me. I could read their body language from a mile away, they were very uncomfortable with being around me. 

Brady snarled at me, I observed as all of the muscles in his body grew tense as he spoke. “I heard you got into it with Paul. He should have ripped your fucking head off.”

“Wow I wasn’t expecting that from you Brady, but thanks I guess.” I wasn’t trying to be an ass but it just rolled off my tongue. Straight away I regretted it, it only pissed him off even more. 

Brady pulled Colin by the collar of his shirt pushing him towards me. The kid could barely keep his posture straight or his eyes focused on me. He had no confidence in his steps and started to trip over the branches on the ground.

Brady pointed between the both of us with his thumb. He had an irritated facial expression plastered on his face. “Tell him what you told me when he left.” he spat bitterly, a small smirk was rising on his face but soon faded as Colin spoke.

“Do I have to?” Colin mumbled, he waved shyly at me. I took this opportunity to wave back to him. I gave him a small smile as well. Colin, Brady, and I were always close but Brady was always the fiery type while Colin was timid.

“Yes, you have to say it!” Brady exclaimed.

Colin rolled his eyes, “Fine, I said that you were an ass for leaving us behind. It wouldn’t be the first time that you left us.” Brady glared at him to continue, “I also said that you have a reputation for turning your back on us.”

I noticed Brady smiling at Colin; he must have felt accomplished. I must admit, I did feel bad, I left them behind but it was some things that they have not come to reality with.  “Listen I need a huge favor. I need you to let me cross the border so I can see (Y/N).”

Brady rolled his eyes, “Wow so you just completely ignored what we have to say? Why would we let you cross the border and jeopardize us? Yeah, that was a stupid request.”

“You’ll do it because I am your superior. In Jakes’s pack I’m the beta...but don’t ask Leah or else she’ll lie. She thinks she’s the beta because she’s older but in reality, Jake named me the beta.” 

Colin had a questionably look on his face, by now he has grown more comfortable with me and now is standing face to face just like Brady. “Why would you want to see someone who doesn’t want to see you?” 

I was taken aback, “Why do you mean? She wants to see me, there is no way that she would not want to see me.”

“Umm I highly doubt it, she’s been living well since the accident. We went skating last week with us and the others. Not once has she mentioned your name.” Brady slapped Colin across the back of his head. I watched as the two bickered back and forth. Brady pushed Colin away from him. He snapped his fingers to gain my attention from my feet. I hadn’t realized that I was getting sidetracked but I was trying to figure out why (Y/N)  wasn’t heartbroken.

“She made it clear that she didn’t want to be around you anymore Seth. Dude if I were you I’d really leave her the fuck alone. She really wants nothing to do with you. If you try to see her she’ll probably freak out on you. You’re pretty much dead to her.” Brady then smirked, “There’s also another guy that has been keeping her busy lately.”

Ouch. Well, that hurt...it actually hurt a lot. I cleared my throat so I could stop the tears from arising. We’re not about to cry in front of them!

Colin now slapped Brady beside the head. “You could have said it nicer, idiot.”

“What! Her words, not mine!” 

“Just forget about it.” I spat bitterly, If you wanted to forget about me and everything we had then so be it. I could forget you just as fast as you did me. I could care less about those stupid ass memories we made together. Just like you said I really didn’t love you it was just the stupid feeling of you being my damn imprint. 

I continued to walk and degrade our relationship. Jake tried to stop and talk to me but I just shoved him out of the way. He started to piss me off as well. He had his nose shoved so far up the Cullens ass he couldn’t tell you what roses smell like. Then here comes my second problem, Leah.  I didn’t dare shove her. I didn’t want to pick a fight with her right now. I could explode on her and say some things I didn’t mean. 

“Where the hell have you been!? Were you down at the border again?”

“Does it really matter?” I rolled my eyes at the screaming woman. If she wanted to be my mom then she should have birthed me out. She tugged me backward pulling her face up to hers. I stared into her lonely eyes as she did the same with me.

“You’re my little brother so you are my business. Stop doing dumb shit, Seth.”

 I ripped my face from her hands. “So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.” I already knew where the conversation was heading. I was not in the mood to hear her shit right now because I was a walking bomb ready to explode.

“Did you go see (Y/N)?”

“No! I didn’t see her. Why do you make everything about her? I could care less about her.” I couldn’t control myself. I threw my fist into a nearby tree. It cracked and fell to the ground. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.  As much as I wanted the tears to stop falling I couldn’t. I have never felt so empty in my entire life. That same feeling of heartbreak resurfaced throughout my body. My chest began to tighten, a sharp pain shot throughout my body as I tried to walk forward.

”Make it stop hurting Leah.” I began to sob uncontrollably. “It hurts so bad, why did she have to go? Why is everyone leaving me? What did I do to deserve this….I just try so hard to make everyone happy but when will it be my turn to be happy?  Mom is fucking dating Charlie now. We barely see her anymore only on fucking holidays!  Why did dad have to fucking go!? And you only check on me when it’s convenient for you Leah! Why is everyone leaving me, Leah!?”

“Seth I-”

I cut her off, “Don’t say it.” I knew I was going to apologize about the accident that happened with dad. I never blamed her for the accident. She didn’t mean any harm by it. I could never bring myself to blame her.

 I started to wipe my tears with the sleeves of my flannel shirt. It brought back the memories of the time that (Y/N) would take my flannel and wear it with her converse and shorts. I started to cry all over again at the thought. I started to choke on my words, everything that was coming out of my mouth was undetectable. “(Y/N) was always there for me and now I chose the bloodsuckers over her. She doesn’t understand that it was the right thing to do. They were going to kill a baby. Leah, I don’t have anyone else. I’m so fucking lonely!” 

“I know how it feels Seth. It hurts like hell but you’ll get over it. I’m sorry that you felt like I wasn’t there for you. I must admit that I was being completely selfish. I love you Seth and don’t you forget that.” I started to relax under her embrace. I haven’t seen this side of her since she and Sam were together. It was good to have her back though. “I love you too.”

I followed her gaze, she was staring up at the stars. “I want you to cry it all out, Seth. All of that heartbreak and sadness you have deep within you I want you to let it the fuck out. If you hold it in it’ll turn into anger then that anger will turn into bitterness. I’ll come back and check on you in the morning.”

I don’t want to be alone…

Leah’s footsteps started to become faint, I was left alone in my thoughts once again. I honestly didn’t want her to go. All I wanted for her to do was to hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright. I was stuck on ground zero like I was when my dad died, no one was there for me except (Y/N). She would probably hold me in her hands while whispering the things I wanted to hear. I wish you were here right now, maybe I wouldn’t be so angry at the world. 

“Fuck it!” I started to yell out in the night air. I threw punches in the nearby tree to try and let my anger out. I hit each syllable of the words in the tree. “Fuck you, Sam! And Fuck you too Paul!! I’m not scared of you!” “I don’t care what anyone does and says to me. I’m going to see her and no one is going to stop me.” I didn’t stop until the tree flew back by the force of my hits.

I shifted into my wolf and ran towards her scent. Brady and Colin were still on patrol however they were both on the other side of the forest. It would take them a while to catch up to me at the speed I was running at. A sinister laugh escaped from my lips. This power or maybe it was the adrenaline….no, this was most definitely power. It made me feel invincible, By no means this was me finally sticking up for myself, or how (Y/N) would say, this was me finally growing some balls.

Her scent was in the direction of the beach, oh how could I miss that scent. I followed the dominating scent but there was something a bit off with her scent. It was a mixture of something foreign. I gazed out to the beach scanning every person that was out there. It seemed like there was a party, there were so many teenagers out around the bonfire. I growled out as I watched you sit on a log with another guy’s hoodie on. His cheap polo cologne filled my nostrils. You were sitting there laughing at something that he said which probably wasn’t that funny. 

“Tch, I want to know what’s so funny.” Anger arose in my body causing my teeth and claws to sharpen. My breathing became irregular and there was a tight feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore it but the harder I breathe the more painful it becomes. I took a step forward and instantly collapsed on the ground. My wolf form quickly disappeared and there I was laying on the ground in the fetal position. I tried to crawl but my body felt numb. The only feeling I had was the tears falling from my eyes down my cheeks and onto the ground. I even tried to scream out your name but nothing came out but a gasping sound.

Was I dying?

I started to cry even harder, the thought of dying always freaked me out but the thought of leaving you with guilt made me feel even worse. The sobs were coming out more frequently than I anticipated. I didn’t have time to catch my breath or even think straight. Everything felt like it was closing on me. The air around me started to thin out making me feel dizzy. The pain in my chest starts to become more unbearable. 

“(Y/N) wait...I..I...can’t breathe!” I choked out the words barely having the strength to do it. My head started to pound from the lack of oxygen I was getting. My hearing was becoming undetectable. I felt my body go stiff and my eyes fluttered shut as well, everything became dark and warm. 

It took every bone and ounce of energy to draw a tiny heart near me. If (Y/N) found me like this then she would see the heart. She’ll know that I died loving her...right? Was I even dying or am I just being dramatic? I don’t know, I just want to embrace the warmness that surrounding me right now. 

[corpsebasil]

Easily Replaced | Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You’d let Pekka Rollins live.

    After years of planning, of seeing his face in dark corners and cobwebs and in your worst nightmares you’d finally, finally had a knife to his throat. And you’d let him go.

"This is bullshit." You grumbled, pacing around the entrance to the Slat with a frown on your face.

The guards refused to let you in and your window had been bolted shut. Kaz was serious—he wanted you out and you still knew nothing about the heist, nothing about how you were going to cross the Fold, and nothing about how your mental health was going to stay well during the kind of stress Kaz was putting you through.

"Mrs. (Y/L/N)," a voice murmured and you whirled, one knife clutched tightly in your fingers as you glared at the messenger boy across from you. To his credit, he hardly flinched. "Vivi has a job for you—"

"Tell Vivi to kiss my ass." You grumbled, kicking dirt at the Slat once more before spinning on your heel and walking away. The messenger scrambled after you, tugging his hood higher over his hair as you both crossed under lamplight.

"She said it's important. It's about someone who can get you across the Fold.

You paused and the messenger almost knocked into you.

"Cross the Fold?" You asked, looking at him, and he nodded once, shoving a paper towards you.

"This is the address. She said you might have some...competition. You ought to hurry."

     You thought you ought to strangle the messenger boy if he wanted to rush you, but you turned away and slipped into the shadows anyways.

~

This had to be a joke.

You eyed the paper in your hands and then glanced back up at the house, raising an eyebrow. This was the home of the elusive 'Conductor', the man Vivi swore would take you across the Fold to get...whatever you were supposed to be getting?

Should you knock, or—

"Hello?" A male voice called out and you ducked, practically diving into the rose bushes to avoid his stare out the front windows.

After a moment he disappeared from view and you huffed, taking a quieter window route to sneak in the house. You’d been expecting something grander for a criminal mastermind that had crossed the Fold too many times to count. Maybe a manor, or a small castle, but this—you sniffed and wrinkled your nose as you slid the window shut behind you, slinking your way through the darkened hallways.

Was that mold in the corner?

You adjusted your mask and pulled out a knife, wondering absently how you were going to play this one. You could see him in a parlor-like area, counting papers and skimming book logs with an awkward humming tendency. The whole house smelled like stew—you thought that maybe he'd share if you were nice.

"Seventeen, twelve, uh...thirteen-point-five," the man continued. He was stout and resembled a librarian with a horrific mustache, but you didn't think that was anything you couldn't fix. "Nope, sorry Anatov, no room for you."

You stepped forward, rolling your wrist to stretch, when a figure streaked out of the darkness and socked Conductor in the face. You crouched, eyes widened, and stared at the cloaked figure. Competition.

"I need him too," you called out, tightening your grip on your knife, and seconds later the figure whirled.

You heard the zing of a knife seconds before it hit you and you gasped, lurching to the left. A snarl left your throat and your cheek was on fire. That bitch.

"I don't want to kill—" the figure, the girl, started, but you were already on top of her.

The two of you rolled, knives and teeth and shouting, both of you highly trained fighters and both of you abandoning all sense of reason. The girl managed to get a good grip on you and straddle you, pinning you to the floor with one hand on your throat.

"Who are you?" The girl demanded, glaring down at you, and you realized two things:

One, the Suli girl on top of you was absolutely stunning.

Two, it was a shame you had to kill her.

"I was just wondering the same thing." You gritted out, slipping a knife from your waistband and aiming it for the girl's thigh. All it would take was one deep cut to the femoral artery and—

"Don't." A voice broke through the tension and two knives went sailing for the doorframe. Kaz froze in surprise and the girl jolted, whirling to face him. "She's just here for him." He pressed, stepping cautiously over to you both, and you briskly knocked the shorter girl off of you.

"What the Saints is going on, Brekker?" You demanded as you leapt to your feet, rolling another throwing blade over your fingers just in case the Suli girl wanted to straddle you again. You weren’t sure you’d be entirely opposed.

"She's—"

"Oh my god. This is—" your head whipped around and you glared daggers at the girl, the dots connecting faster and faster. "sweet Saints, I'm going to murder you."

"Try me—"

"No one is killing anyone." Kaz spat, stepping forward between you two. You thought he looked a bit worse for wear, his eyes gathering shadows underneath them like greedy wraiths. "You two are the best spies I have—" you snorted, "—and I'd like to keep you both in one piece."

"Not an hour ago you wanted me gone. Now I'm the best spy you—"

"You're Sankta Riipka." The girl interrupted, Inej, apparently, and you shot her an annoyed glance. "How can you allow yourself to be called that? You're not a Saint."

"Do you think I asked for that title, ma'am?"

"What is going on?" A voice huffed and Inej and you both whirled, irritated glares on your faces.

"Can you shut up—" you started, at the same time Inej began with, "You sold children to brothels—"

"He's the Conductor, Inej." Kaz seemed unusually ruffled and you ignored him, casting a surprised look in Inej's direction.

"He sold children to brothels?"

"He sold people to the White Rose."

"I liberate families fleeing the war—!"

"Inej, (Y/N), stop." Kaz strode further and smacked the tip of his cane onto the Conductor's chest, a sneer on his handsome face. "This man is our way to Alina Starkov. Inej, Heleen was using you to sabotage our mission. (Y/N), I'm assuming Vivi was doing the same. But this man is worth more to us alive—and you both are worth more alive than at each other's throats."

"You'd choose him over my freedom?" Inej demanded, and your heart-rate sped at the implication.

"You assume it's one or the other." Kaz said, severe gaze on hers, and you felt a sliver of something green and cold run down your spine.

"Party's over." You snapped and slipped past them both, yanking the conductor to his feet. "Sir, I've got a job for you. Get me across the Fold."

"You'll go with us." Kaz said, eyeing you, and you wanted to say no.

     You should've said no—all he'd been doing the past several hours had been him begging you to leave. Now, he wanted you to stay. But if this meant you’d get across the Fold on his coin, searching for Alina Starkov—whoever she was—then you were just that much closer to buying your own freedom.

Freedom Inej was clearly being promised over your own.

"Fine." You mumbled, eyeing the Conductor with a feral grin. "Let's cross."

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