#hxh uvogin

[uvobreakmylegs]

Interim

Uvogin x reader

Warnings: mentions of captivity, abusive relationships, abuse, violence, blood, kidnapping, mentions of death

Word count: 9k

2:09 AM

A familiar nightmare wrenched you out of your sleep, one that left your heart pounding and your limbs shaking as you instantly reached for the table lamp, blindly scrambling at the lamp's base before you moved your hand upward to find the light switch. You needed the light on. You needed to be able to see clearly. You needed to know that you were alone – that there wasn't a large figure standing at the end of your bed watching you, waiting for you to become aware of his presence before he snatched you up.

You needed to know that you were the only one in your little apartment.

The light came on and you looked all about the bedroom.

And……

Nothing.

There was no sign of anyone being in there with you. The few pieces of furniture and personal items you owned were in the same places they had been when you went to bed the previous night, and with the exception of your work shirt that hung off the back of a chair, nothing in the room was in any sort of disarray. Nothing torn up or destroyed, no clothes that had been roughly shoved into your aged backpack that hung off the hook on the bedroom door.

And when you looked to the foot of the bed, you didn't see anyone standing before you.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief as you fell back onto your mattress.

Like the other times, it was only a nightmare. It wasn't real, it was only your deepest fears coming out from your subconscious, bringing forward the fears that you tried your best to keep at the back of your head every day. A possibility for your future that you were desperate to avoid.

But despite how often you'd experienced that particular nightmare, that only did so much to calm your rapid heartbeat. After all, he could still find you. Even though you had run so far and done so much to cover your tracks so that following you would be a near-impossible feat, no matter what you did, the fact remained that Uvogin could find you.

With how long you had been away from him, you felt pretty secure that you hadn't slipped up anywhere when you left; if there had been any clue you left behind, any images of you on a security camera that he or one of his friends would be able to see, then he would've gotten you by now. The fact that months had gone by and you didn't see any sign of your former captor had you feeling secure that you had done well when you got away from him.

But he could still find you.

Uvogin liked to travel around when he wasn't with the troupe, usually in search of strong opponents or ways to increase his already astounding physical strength. It was always possible that he might come to the town where you now lived for training purposes. Or maybe he would come for a different reason; maybe he'd come just to see what a remote town in the middle of a frozen wasteland looked like.

Either way, he could always find you. And no matter how much you assured yourself that the chances were slim, the fact that those chances still existed would never allow you to feel completely at ease.

There could always be a morning where your nightmare became a reality.

That thought made you shudder, and you pulled the blanket back up around your shoulders as you curled beneath it, not bothering to turn off the light. You'd need to go into work in four hours, but there was no way you were getting back to sleep before then. At least savor the warmth of your soft blankets before you need to go out into the cold, you told yourself.

You also told yourself not to think about Uvogin while you did that.

But of course, that was an impossible task. The instant you told yourself not to, images of him popped into your brain and he was all you could think about.

It wasn't fair.

After all this time being away from him, the months you'd spent building back up a normal life for yourself as you tried to integrate into your new home, your mind went back to him with every other thought. You couldn't help the way you wondered about what he was doing. Where he was. If today he would casually destroy numerous innocent lives that he wouldn't bother to remember, or if he would decide that the day was going to be a peaceful one. You couldn't imagine his way of life had stopped completely, but it wasn't like every day you had spent with him was one where blood was spilled.

It was only the really bad days that were like that.

Was Uvogin even still alive? That was something else that you thought about. The stress at the thought of him finding you was constant, but if you could have some sort of confirmation that he was dead, it would mean that all of stress could taken off of your mind. Maybe you wouldn't even need to keep living here and go back to the way your life had been before Uvo decided to mess it up for you.

It seemed like a long shot that he'd be dead, though. Especially when you remembered what he was capable of. You had too many memories of the way he could crumple up metal in his bare hands, or how he could take hits that would have demolished a normal person. Hell, not even bullets could do anything to him. So what the hell could even kill a man like him?

You sighed.

It'd be nice to imagine that he'd given up on you, at the very least. That you running and hiding away for so long had caused him to lose interest in you and that he'd shifted his obsessive focus to someone else. A thought that made you feel bad for that hypothetical third party, but it would technically be good for you.

….. What an awful thought to have.

You groaned as you pushed your face into the pillow.

It wasn't fair how he consumed your mind. It wasn't fair how you had this same internal dialogue every morning. It wasn't fair that he was always somewhere at the back of your head from the moment you woke up to the time you went to sleep. It wasn't fair that even in your dreams you weren't free of him.

Why did he need to pick you?

It was useless asking that question – you'd never get an answer for it. Not one that you'd be satisfied with, anyway.

Glancing up again at the time, you found it to be 2:16 AM.

Work was in four hours and you couldn't get back to sleep.

5:35 AM

You winced the second you stepped out the door, the cold air of the outside biting at your exposed skin without mercy. Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to barricade yourself in your apartment until the weather was better, you had to get to work.

And it wasn't like things would get any warmer; the days in Mowbray were freezing all year long.

Being located in one of the coldest areas in the world tended to do that; the town was surrounded on all sides by an icy tundra, a completely barren and snow covered land where nothing was able to grow. The harsh weather conditions meant that for the majority of the year, the main way in or out of Mowbray was by airship. There weren't any roads that connected the town to the outside world, and the vehicles that were capable of getting across the rough landscape were generally reserved for true emergencies. So the only visitors that the town would get that came by land were unusually determined people – Hunters, generally – and they only came into town during the summer months. The rest of the year no one dared venture out into that wasteland for fear of dying and being forever lost, buried beneath the snow.

With conditions like that, there weren't many people living there. The town's total population was just below the three thousand mark, and with a lack of anything one could do at Mowbray, it was a rare occurrence to get many out of town visitors. They usually ranged from relatives of other residents to the aforementioned Hunters, either coming in for a social call or for a job of some kind.

For the people who lived in the town year-round, the majority of them were those who had been born here and were happy with the way their lives were. Things here were simple and quiet, and very few had any desire to leave the life that kept them separated from the rest of the world. Some people moved to the town later in life in search of that peace, finding the way that the world worked outside was too overwhelming. Sometimes those in the latter group decided a few months in that it wasn't worth it and left, but a majority of that group was happy to stay.

And then there were the people whose sole purpose in coming to the town in was order to hide. Like you did.

You weren't the only one, as there were several who lived in the units around yours that raised suspicion. Like the old man who lived across from you with the long-healed burn marks on his hands that he tried to keep hidden. Or the younger woman who lived in a different building who you occasionally saw staring at a photo from a locket around her neck whenever she stepped outside to smoke. And then there was the tenant below you looked to be around your age and was constantly on alert as they always looked around them whenever they went outside, as if they feared they were being followed.

You speculated on what their stories were, what exactly had brought them to a place like this. And you could assume that they did the same with you: watching you pass them by while they quietly wondered what in the world had made you come here of all places.

Those weren't stories that would ever be shared as it was better to keep such things quiet.

As you trudged out into the snow so you could start your shift at the grocery store, you were annoyed with yourself that your thoughts once more went to Uvogin, and you subconsciously pushed the scarf around your face just a bit higher.

At least with living here, it was considered normal to cover up half of your face when you went outside.

5:59 AM

Only the faintest hints of the sunrise were beginning to color the sky when you entered the store and began to set everything up for the new workday. Turning on the lights, checking the shelves to see if any stock was out of place and making sure everything was clean before you unlocked the front doors to officially open the place. You had a routine in place that you followed religiously as you were desperate not to disappoint your boss, an elderly woman named Helena. She owned the place, and she was nice enough to give you a job despite the large gap in your work history, nor did she question you on why you had come to the town in the first place. She had always been warm to you, treating you as though you were one of her own. So after such a sweet old woman had taken a chance on you, you were determined to show her judgment hadn't been misplaced.

Helena had never doubted you, although that sentiment didn't seem to be rubbing off on the other long-time residents of the town.

The bell above the door chimed twenty minutes after the store had opened, and you called out a greeting. There was a mumbled reply in return, and then two sets of footsteps walked further into the store. As you anticipated that whoever had entered likely wouldn't be around long, you took your place at the register so as to be ready for them.

You then overheard part of their conversation.

“What'd you think is making them so antsy?” one man's voice asked.

“Dunno. Could be weather,” a different man answered.

“The weather? Do the dogs get that nervous over that?” the first one questioned.

“Sometimes. Could be that we're in for a bad storm.”

There was a brief period of silence before the second voice continued to say “then again, it could be something else completely.”

“Like what?”

The second man sounded slightly exasperated as he answered “I dunno. We'll have to see what happens.”

The first man seemed to take the hint to stop asking as nothing more was said.

Based on the conversation, you had a good idea as to the identity for at least one of the men, and as the two rounded the corner of the aisle, you found that you were correct in assuming one of them was Marlow, an older man who kept sled dogs. The man who was accompanying him was slightly younger, and you were pretty sure his name was Hugh. Both were carrying drinks and pre-made sandwiches, and they set them down on the counter in front of you.

You began to ring the items up as you asked “find everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

The response you got from Marlow was curt, the exasperation still present in his tone. He wasn't in a good mood.

A shame. You wanted to ask about his dogs, especially with what you had overheard moments ago. But it was better not to as you knew it was likely he would snap at you if you annoyed him too much.

Maybe when he was in a better mood you could ask if his dogs were alright.

They paid quickly once you had finished scanning the items, taking the jenny you'd given them in change and leaving the store to go to their jobs in the oil fields. You and Hugh made eye contact just before they left, and you smiled as you told him to have a good rest of his day.

He looked uncomfortable as he gave a brief nod in response before vanishing out the door, the bell above the entrance ringing out loudly.

It was a little sad that a majority of the townsfolk didn't like you. Most of them merely tolerated your presence while they looked at you with suspicion, not trusting you for a moment.

Helena told you that people would open up eventually. That you just needed to be around for a while before the close-knit community would be willing to let you in. Just be patient and it'll happen someday.

9:03 AM

The front door bell ringing out followed by a “hello there!” brought you out from the back area as you greeted your boss, who seemed happy as she headed towards you.

“How busy has it been so far?” Helena asked.

“It's been pretty slow,” you answered.

She nodded as she removed her scarf, saying “sounds normal for a Thursday.”

“Yep.”

You then remembered the conversation you'd overheard this morning, and you mentioned “I heard someone saying we might be in for bad weather, though, so it could pick up.”

“Really? Who said that?”

“Marlow. I heard him saying that his dogs were nervous.”

“Well, animals do have better senses than us, so they would be the first to know if something was off,” she said.

Helena pulled her coat off as she said “if we are in for some bad weather, it wouldn't be a bad idea to make sure we're fully stocked out front, just in case.”

You nodded, saying “sure. I can get started on that.”

She laughed.

“Not now. Do it when you get back from your break. You look like you could use one,” she said.

“Oh. Okay.”

She was hanging her coat up in the back when you asked “do I look that tired?”

“It's noticeable,” she told you, “did you not get a lot of sleep last night?”

“Not really,” you answered, “I woke up a bit too early this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep.”

You noticed the way her brows furrowed when you said that and you quickly added “it's fine, though. I'll just go to bed early tonight.”

She didn't seem completely convinced, but Helena nodded slowly as she replied “as long as you're sure. But don't be afraid to ask if you need to head home early.”

“I'll be okay. But thank you.”

She let you go after that, and you sat down in a small break room while you did as she had told you, taking out a drink you had packed from your locker.

Now that you weren't keeping busy with work, your mind went back to Uvogin.

It'd be nice if you could talk to someone about it, you thought to yourself. Helena had told you that you could talk to her about anything, and you wondered if she sensed that you were hiding something from her. It'd be nice to let out everything that had happened to you, who had taken you and why you were hiding here.

But doing that felt selfish. Did you really want to destroy an old woman's peace of mind by letting her know that there was a chance a man who happened to be mass murderer who was also obsessed with you might be come here one day? And would she still be nice to you once she learned everything?

It was better to keep it to yourself.

11:00 AM

A new shipment of goods arrived only a few minutes ago Helena left you in charge of the front while she made sure everything was in order. Doing as your boss had told you, you made sure to put out on the shelves wherever there was room. Currently you were restocking some of the shelves of soup that had already been running a bit low.

The bell above the front door rang out while you were kneeling by the shelf, and as you grabbed another can from the box next to you, you called out “welcome! Let me know if you need anything.”

There wasn't any response to your greeting, but you didn't pay much mind to it. You only made a mental note to keep an eye on the checkout counter so you wouldn't leave whoever it was waiting.

Though they didn't say anything, you heard them walk off the mat in front of the door as their footsteps sounded on the hard tiles of the floor. Those same footsteps walked over to the refrigerated section on the other side of the wall, and the hum that came from that section grew louder when one of the doors were opened.

At that point you didn't pay much attention to the other person, your mind going back to the task at hand while you continued to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves in front of you.

You needed to do some shopping of your own when your shift ended, you remembered. The contents of your pantry were starting to run low, and if the weather was going to be taking a turn for the worse, you didn't want to be stranded in your apartment without a decent supply of food.

With that thought in mind, you decided to leave one of the soup cans in the box so you could buy it for yourself later. That was at least one perk to working in a grocery store, and as minor as it was, you smiled to yourself.

The shadow of a person suddenly overtook the end of the aisle that led to the door. Still in the middle of restocking, you placed another can on the shelf as you instinctively looked over to the new presence that you sensed.

You froze.

You stayed in place, looking at the person who was now standing before you and you wondered if this was reality or another bad dream. The shudder that ran down your spine and the feel of the cold floor against your knees confirmed that this wasn't in your head – this was real.

Uvogin was here.

Standing at the end of the aisle.

Staring directly at you.

You stared back, unable to say or do anything, as for a moment, your mind stayed blank.

Then your mind began to race as you were forced to come to terms with your worst-case scenario that was playing out before you: he had found you. You were face to face with the man you had run from, the entire reason you had come to this town in the first place in the hopes that you would never see him again.

But now he was here, right in front of you.

All that time, all that effort had been for nothing. All of it was made meaningless the instant he laid eyes on you. The only thing that was guaranteed from this point out was that you were going to suffer for it, because there was little doubt that he was angry with you.

Your heart began to race and you felt like you were having trouble breathing. But you didn't look away from him.

He hadn't said anything.

What would happen now?

You had imagined him finding you at the store before this. In the times this awful scenario played out in your head, Uvogin would always grab you, toss you over his shoulder and carry you outside, regardless of if you were dressed for the weather or not. You doubted that he wanted you dead, but he wasn't against having you suffer if he felt you deserved it. Would he actually do what you'd imagined for so long? Or would he use threats to get you to drop what you were doing and make you go with him willingly?

Whatever he would do, he would act immediately. That was what you had believed.

Yet Uvogin wasn't saying anything. He was still standing there, his gaze boring holes into you while his mouth was pressed into a hard line. Meanwhile, you couldn't say anything. You were barely able to breathe at the moment, let alone try to get any words out.

A brief bit of hope made your heart skip – maybe he didn't realize it was you?

That hope was quashed within moments as you realized what a dumb thought that was. There was no chance that he didn't recognize you – Uvogin wasn't stupid. Whatever changes you had made to your appearance wouldn't have fooled him into thinking that you were another person, and definitely not after he'd spent so long staring at you. The way he was looking at you now meant that he definitely knew it was you. Trying to act like you were a simple shop worker and nothing more would probably only make him more angry.

Don't make this any worse for yourself

You said nothing, waiting for him to make the first move.

Helena and the deliveryman were still in the back, and no one had come in after Uvogin. It was only the two of you in the store at the moment; a perfect opportunity for him to grab you and take off. Maybe there would be people around outside to see the two of you, but even if they did witness your kidnapping, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Though seeing someone being taken against their will would spur most to action. That thought made you shudder. You really hoped none of them were suicidal enough to try and stop Uvogin. Those were deaths that you didn't want on your conscience. It would be better to beg for their lives now. Promise that you'll do everything he says just as long as he didn't hurt any of the residents of the small town and that the only one he should punish is you. You were at fault for what happened, not them.

You licked your dry lips as you prepared to speak.

Uvogin beat you to it.

Motioning over to the register with his head, he said to you “you gonna ring me up or what?”

He held a six pack of beer in one hand that he lifted up slightly while he said that. Somehow you'd managed to miss that before.

You needed to run his sentence over in your head a few times before you understood.

“Oh…. Okay.”

You kept an eye on him as you made your way to the register, anticipating the moment when he would roughly grab you and take you away from this place.

Yet he didn't do anything other than keep an eye on you as well, and when you made it behind the counter, he dropped the six pack in front of you. You couldn't help but flinch at the loud sound it made when it landed.

You looked at him and then back to the beer. Still no move on his part to grab you.

He…. He really wanted you to ring him up?

With only a single item to scan, the price of the item plus the sales tax added up to the total he owed, which flashed on a small screen in front of him. Upon seeing that, Uvogin frowned.

“Stuff is a lot more expensive here,” he commented.

That time you managed to get out something that resembled a coherent sentence, though you couldn't bring yourself to speak loudly.

“Just about everything comes in by airship,” you mumbled, “flying supplies is automatically expensive.”

Uvogin scoffed.

“So this place is in the middle of an empty wasteland, cold as fuck and you need to pay twice as much for a thing of beer? Seems like a shitty town to me.”

“….. The quiet is nice,” you said.

“Yeah, I'm sure the fact that this place is quiet is why you came here,” he answered sarcastically.

“…. Part of it.”

“Sure.”

You could hear Helena speaking to the deliveryman in the back. As nice as she was, she had a bad habit of chatting with people for just a bit too long.

It was just as well. If she came out and saw how you were right now, she'd assume that Uvogin had done something to you and demand that he leave or threaten to call the police. Depending on his mood, Uvo would respond in one of two ways: laugh it off if he was feeling good or kill her if he was annoyed.

She couldn't save you from him. No one in this town could.

And none of them deserved to die because of you.

Uvogin hadn't taken the beer nor payed for it, and you stood behind the counter, your hands folded in front of you while you waited for what was to come next.

When nothing happened, you chose to break the silence.

“What happens now?” you asked quietly.

“That all depends on what you do,” he answered.

“…. Are you going to kill anyone?”

“That depends on what you do,” Uvogin repeated, “there is a scenario where no one gets hurt and they all live on happily, but whether or not we go that route relies completely on where you choose to go from here.”

Uvogin crossed his arms as he asked, “so, you gonna give me any problems?”

You shook your head.

“Good. Now, where do you live?”

You kept your head low as you answered “Lerch apartments. It's a set of blue buildings.”

“What unit?”

“17E. On the second floor”

Uvo held out his hand as he ordered “give me your keys.”

You complied, reaching down to get the key ring in your pocket and taking off the one that unlocked your front door. He snatched it out of your hand when you held it out for him, and it quickly vanished into the pocket of his jacket.

“Do I need to be worried about any roommates?” Uvo asked.

“No. I live alone.”

“What about nosy neighbors?”

“They shouldn't bother you. The people there tend to keep to themselves.”

Uvogin nodded, then looked to the clock on the wall behind you.

“When do you get off?” he asked.

“Uh, in about an hour and a half.”

“Hm. Alright,” said Uvogin, “finish up your shift and we'll talk more when you get back.”

“Finish up?” you asked. That seemed strange to you, that he'd let you go about business as usual and let you finish your shift at your job. Hadn't the fact that you'd run away bothered him? Didn't he want to leave with you as soon as possible?

“Yeah, it'll look less suspicious that way,” he replied, “unless you wanna get off early.”

You shook your head.

He smirked as he said “I figured. You would rather try to delay the inevitable, wouldn't you?”

“N-no, it's not that. It's Helena. She's older. She needs help,” you said.

“She looked fine to me, but whatever,” he said, shrugging as he added “use her as an excuse if that's what you want.”

It wasn't completely an excuse. She did need help with some of the heavier lifting.

“I'm not using her as an excuse. She's been good to me and I want to help her out,” you told him.

He shrugged again as he reiterated “whatever. As long as you show up in ninety minutes.”

You nodded.

An hour and a half. That was all you had left of this little life you'd made for yourself up here. After that, you would return to what your life had been with Uvogin. Following him around like a pet as he journeyed to wherever he pleased, going with his whims to find whatever interested him most. You had no say in any of it, and if you kicked up too much of a fuss, he'd respond with some sort of violence.

What would he do to you for running?

“Anything else I should know about?” he asked.

“I don't think so.”

“Alright then. I'll be heading off.”

“But before I do that,” he added, “there's something you need to do for me first.”

You immediately became nervous as you asked “what?”

He smirked as he pointed to the cans of beer that were still sitting in front of you on the counter.

“Cover this for me,” he said.

You stared at him for a moment before looking back down to the beer. And after double-checking the amount that was owed, you let out a quiet sigh as you got out your wallet, putting your money into the register and getting out the change.

All this time and he still refused to carry cash.

“Gimme the receipt,” he told you.

You didn't question why he wanted it and just did as he said, printing it out and holding it for him to take.

But when you thought he was reaching for it, he instead grabbed you by the arm to pull you forward, causing the edge of the counter to dig into your stomach while he leaned in so he could whisper in your ear.

“By this point, we both know that you're prone to doing stupid shit,” Uvogin whispered, “and while you won't get very far with this weather, it'll be annoying to hunt you down in that tundra. But if you decide to do that anyway, just know that I'll level this entire fucking town before I go and get you.”

You could sense the grin on his face as he continued with “I'll probably start with grandma back there. Maybe splatter her brains across the walls before I move on to whoever's closest.”

“Please don't do that,” you whispered.

“Then don't run off.”

With that, he let go of your arm, took the receipt that you were still holding, and grabbed the case of beer as he began to head towards the front door.

Before he left, he looked back at you one last time.

He was grinning at you, but there was a look in his eyes that betrayed how he was truly feeling.

You were wrong about what you'd been thinking earlier.

He was angry.

Uvogin was angry at the lengths you'd gone to try and escape him. And now he'd be sitting at your apartment for an hour and a half, stewing in his emotions and becoming angrier and angrier until you got back.

A full body shudder ran through you at the thought of that.

Silently, you walked away from the counter and returned to the box of soup, settling yourself down on the floor before placing the last of the cans on the shelf. The box was empty when you were done, and as you got up slowly and collected the empty cardboard off from the floor, another shudder ran through you at the thought of what he'd be like when you returned to your apartment.

You should've just gone with him.

12:33 PM

The blue building looked foreboding as you approached it, the place that you had called home for so long now feeling like anything but. The dread of what awaited you in that apartment had long since settled in, and every step you took through the snow felt even more weighted down than normal. Yet you tried to keep your pace quick. You told him ninety minutes. That was how long he would be willing to wait before he went through with his threat.

Uvogin would absolutely go through with what he'd told you. He'd likely be even more inclined to destroy the town because of the remote location. Even if someone managed to get to a phone or a radio before Uvogin got to them, it would take hours before rescuers would arrive, and by that point, survivors would be an impossibility.

It was the first time you had considered that scenario, and you felt stupid for it. You had been so desperate for a place that was away from the rest of society that you didn't think about anything else.

But it wouldn't happen. You weren't going to let it. Ninety minutes later and you were returning, just as you'd promised.

Though not without some minor incident. After Uvogin left, Helena had noticed how far your mood had dropped and she'd asked you what was wrong. Unable to tell her the truth, you lied to her and told her that everything was fine. But even with your insistence that everything was fine, she didn't seem to believe you, even if she eventually let it go.

You wished you could've said goodbye to her. A proper farewell to someone who had been so kind, as there was no chance that you would ever see her again. Or anyone here. Helena and all of your neighbors would all become memories of a different time. And you would vanish from their lives without much of a trace. Would any of them wonder about what happened to you? Helena would – she would definitely worry over you, and you already felt guilty for that, for the stress you had yet to put that sweet woman under. Whether the others would care enough to bother worrying wasn't as clear.

You shouldn't be so worried about them, the selfish part of you said. After all, they weren't the ones that needed to deal with Uvogin. You did.

And a different line of thought began to run through your head once again as you made your way up the stairs.

What was Uvo going to do to you?

…. Nothing good, that was certain.

You stopped yourself before you could go any further. It was better not to think about it. Just let it happen so you can get through this faster.

The faster he's finished punishing you, the faster the whole ordeal is over with.

Reaching the door to your unit, muscle memory kicked in for a moment as you reached for you bag with the intent of pulling out your key before you remembered that you'd given it to Uvogin. Still, you tried the knob anyway.

It turned out that he'd left it unlocked as the door opened easily.

You didn't waste any time getting inside, quickly and loudly shutting the door behind you. There. He knew you were back now, like you promised.

Maybe that was enough to put him in a better mood.

Pulling yourself away from the door, you turned and walked in, finding that snow had already been tracked onto the carpet; Uvo hadn't bothered to remove his boots before he barged in. Clearly there was no point in doing so in his mind. You wouldn't be staying here anymore, so who cared if things got messed up?

You found him sitting back against your cheap couch, one foot propped up on your coffee table with a can of beer in hand. There were already two empty cans on the floor next to him. The rest of the room was in a messy state, and when you glanced towards your bedroom, you saw your things had been strewn about. He'd been going through your stuff while he waited for you.

Uvogin smirked once he saw you.

“I'm glad you chose not to be stupid,” he said.

You gave a short nod.

Uvogin pulled the can of beer away from his lips, one of his eyebrows arching up in question as he looked at you.

“What, got nothin' to say?” he asked.

“I don't know what you want me to say,” you answered.

“No? How about 'sorry I put you through all of this bullshit'? That might be a good place to start.”

“… Will me saying that I'm sorry change anything?”

“Nah.”

He pulled his foot off of the table so he could sit up fully, telling you “but after the way I needed to track you down, the least you can do is grovel for me.”

You looked down at your feet, finding it hard to maintain the eye contact he was giving you, and you mumbled out an “I'm sorry.”

“Hmm. Not sure that's good enough.”

A full body flinch ran through you when you heard him stand up, and every part of you wanted to run back to the door of your unit, to try and get away from him. Your hands started to sweat as he approached you and you were scared. You were so scared of what was going to happen from this point.

You made yourself stay in place by repeating in your head that running would only make things worse.

He was on you in moments, and you were reunited with that sensation of how small and weak you felt whenever he towered over you. How easily he could break you if he wanted. How easily he had broken you, snapping your bones whenever you had gone too far for him to laugh off whatever line you had crossed, and that was usually followed by him telling you that it wasn't that bad. You falling asleep while you cried in his arms was an occurrence that was far too common, and only ever served to make you feel even more pathetic. That even after he'd been the one to hurt you, you accepted the comfort he so patronizingly offered you, and the reason why he did so seemed to simply be because it amused him.

Before you met Uvogin, you hadn't thought of yourself as being weak, and during your time away from him, you felt as though you were gaining back some of the independence and confidence you had lost. All it took for those illusions to come crumbling to pieces was a few minutes in his presence once again.

Something violent would follow, you told yourself. Maybe he'd hit you, or maybe the way you were avoiding eye contact would annoy him enough that he'd yank you up by the hair and make you look at him.

Yet the violence you expected didn't come. Instead, he placed his hand on your cheek, his warm skin coming into contact with yours that was still chilled from the bitter cold outside. You stiffened.

What was he doing?

“You wanna try again?” he asked.

Uvogin's tone contrasted the almost gentle touch on your cheek. It held more than a hint of warning – there was a promise that things would be awful for you if you didn't do what he wanted.

You cleared your throat before you spoke again.

“I'm sorry, Uvogin,” you said.

“Yeah? What for?”

“For making you come out here to get me.”

“And?”

“For…. For running from you in the first place.”

“Anything else?”

…. What else was there to say?

“I'm just sorry in general,” you mumbled.

He hummed again, the hand that had been softly caressing your cheek stilling once he heard that.

“Sorry in general,” he repeated, “that's it?”

It was probably the wrong move, but you nodded.

Uvogin hummed again before he made you look back up at him. Surprisingly, he didn't seem too angry. If anything, the look on his face resembled that of disappointment.

“You make loving you really hard sometimes, you know that?”

“Loving me?” you repeated.

“Yeah, loving you,” Uvo said, raising an eyebrow as he asked “why are you questioning that?”

“…. It doesn't feel like you love me,” you answered.

“Why else would I come out here and chase you down?” Uvogin asked.

“Because you're controlling and you don't want to see me get away from you.”

He hummed, shrugging as he said “well, you're right on the second part.”

Somehow, despite the terror you felt of being in his presence once again, you managed to scoff at that. A horribly dumb mistake, as Uvogin's hand on your cheek stilled and he zeroed in on you.

“Got something to say?” he asked.

“….. No.”

“Oh, come on. Tell me the truth,” Uvo said. When you refused to respond, he tsked.

“This is why we have issues, babe. Because you refuse to open up like you should.”

“…. You say that like the issue isn't the fact that you hurt me,” you answered.

“If I treat you rough it's because you're the one who chooses to act out,” he replied, “I've been plenty good to you; the only reason the bad outweighs the good is because you keep fighting me.”

“And you sure haven't helped yourself with this stunt,” Uvo added, “but if being the bad guy means keeping you by my side where you're supposed to be, I'll be the fucking bad guy.”

The air around you suddenly felt a lot more dangerous. Your lip began to wobble while you trembled in his hold. Tears began to well up in your eyes, which Uvogin noticed immediately.

“Starting the waterworks already?” he asked, his tone mocking while he smirked at you.

That was it. The sight of him looking down at you like that was what finally made your composure snap, and useless words began to spill out of your mouth as you clutched at his jacket.

“Uvogin, please – let me go,” you began, “I can't go back to that life you live. Watching you do horrible things to innocent people – I can't do that anymore. I can't stand it. Please just let me stay here. I won't ever leave this place and I won't bother you ever again. I won't say anything to anyone about you or the troupe. Just leave me here.”

Uvogin said nothing, but judging by his expression, he wasn't at all impressed by your speech.

You pushed further.

“Uvo, please. This is what would be the best for both of us. If you really cared about me-”

The next thing you knew, you were on the floor. The side of your head that laid directly on the hard surface was aching, and there was a stinging pain in your opposite cheek as well as on your lip. You reached up to gingerly touch your face with your gloved hand, wincing as the pain worsened when you did so. Running a finger lightly over your lip, when you pulled your hand back, you saw a smearing of blood on the fabric.

It finally registered what exactly had caused that pain, the feeling of a palm against your face that struck you so hard your brain rattled about inside your head.

He hit you.

You finally got him mad enough that he hit you.

You should've expected it – no, you had expected it, and yet it still managed to come as a surprise.

Uvogin's boot roughly connected with your shoulder, and you cried out as you were forced onto your back. The only good thing was that he didn't pin you down like that, pulling his foot away from you after.

He was speaking.

“The cold air must've gotten to your brain, babe. You really think I would just leave you after I found you?” he asked, “that after everything, I'm just gonna say 'sure' and leave you behind in this wasteland? You really fucking think that there's some scenario where you're not coming out of this place with me?”

You felt the blood coming from the gash in your lip, dripping into your gaping mouth and bringing with it the taste of iron. Tears began to flow freely as you brought your hand back up to your mouth in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding.

Uvogin knelt down next to you, saying “I didn't hit you that hard; you'll be fine.”

That statement was horribly familiar. The way he shrugged off your injuries and making it clear that he felt you were overreacting. A single hit from him could kill the average person, but you mattered enough that he would control his strength because he didn't want you dead.

Uvogin scratched at the back of his head as he added “I have to ask, though: what the fuck you were expecting when you say shit like that?”

You didn't reply. Anything you said was likely to make him hurt you more.

After a few painfully silent moments where Uvogin watched you while you began to sob, he got up without saying another word, leaving you where you lay on the floor. You followed him with your eyes, watching until he disappeared into the kitchen, and a few moments after that, you heard the sounds of him opening and closing your cabinets and drawers before he found what he was looking for.

Uvogin returned, settling down next to you and pulling you off of the floor. You protested, feeling the ache in your head becoming worse from how he moved you. He ended up pulling you into his lap, holding a dish towel up against your busted lip.

“Use this before you bleed all over the place,” he told you, encouraging you to take the towel.

When you did as he said and you clutched the fabric up to your face, Uvo kept one hand on your back, rubbing up and down in a manner that was soothing.

Already you were back in that routine. Where he'd hurt you and then follow it up by making a show of kindness, as minimal as it was. And already you were accepting it by leaning into his touch.

Because what else were you going to do?

Uvo's voice cut through your thoughts as he said “we're gonna leave soon. I've got your bag packed, but if there's anything I didn't put in that you wanna keep, now's the time to take care of that.”

You didn't respond. And when you curled in on yourself in his lap while you tried to stifle his sobs, Uvogin didn't say anything further.

1:09 PM

You wished you could've watched as you left the town, as today was the last time you would ever see it.

Technically, you could've done that. But the coward in you feared what Uvo might do to you if he saw that. While you knew that the hit at the apartment was only the beginning and wouldn't compare to whatever punishment was awaiting you once you left the area, it was better not to test his patience and make him angrier with you.

You'd made him plenty angry by now.

At least your lip had stopped bleeding, and instead of clutching the dish towel to your face, you held on tight to the backpack Uvogin had packed for you while you sat in the passenger seat of the heavy duty off-road vehicle he had brought you to once you left the apartment. You didn't recognize it, and it seemed to be doing well enough on the area around Mowbray. He'd stolen it, no doubt, getting the vehicle so he could avoid anyone who would see you two if you left by airship.

Doing it this way was faster, too. Uvo likely had a schedule in his head that he wanted to keep to.

If you making him wait ninety minutes had caused a delay in that schedule, you'd probably end up paying for that, too.

There hadn't been any further violent incidents because you didn't give him any reason to respond in that way. Once he decided that it was time to go he pulled you off of his lap and told you to collect your things, you did as he said, quietly following behind him once he left the apartment.

Uvogin didn't seem quite as angry anymore. And as he drove you further and further away from the small town, he started talking again.

“Anybody there gonna kick up a fuss when they find out you're gone?” he asked.

“… I don't think so,” you said, “my boss will probably be worried, but I don't think she'll be able to do much.”

“You talking about that old woman?”

You nodded.

A terrible thought then occurred to you, and you felt compelled to say “I didn't tell her anything about you. She doesn't know anything beyond that I moved there for a change of pace. She's not a threat.”

Uvogin laughed.

“Relax. If I was worried about that, I would've gotten rid of her before we headed off. And even if you did tell her everything, what the hell is she gonna do about it?” he asked.

Hearing that was bittersweet. It did nothing to make your situation any better, but at least Helena wouldn't suffer because of you.

At least there was that to be grateful for.

Outside the vehicle, it was clear; not even the wind was making any effort to batter at the car. You idly thought how it definitely wasn't bad weather that had been bothering Marlow's dogs.

Another thought: it would've been nice to see them again.

“You gonna miss this place?” Uvogin asked.

“I don't know.”

He laughed a little.

“What, you went out of your way to come here and you didn't even like it?” he asked.

“I was trying to hide,” you began, “and it was away from the rest of society and seemed like a good place to lay low.”

You sighed as you said “but I was never able to escape you, even before you found me.”

You heard the confusion in his voice when he asked “what does that mean?”

Before you could wonder on if you should answer that question, you spoke.

“I thought about you a lot,” you admitted, “every day from when I woke up until I fell asleep, I was wondering how you were doing. You were constantly on my mind and I couldn't help it.”

There was silence after you said that. A silence that lasted longer than you would've expected. And now you were left to wonder if saying that had been a mistake and if you were going to pay for that as well.

It felt like it was impossible for you to stop from screwing up.

Then you heard him chuckle to himself.

….. Why was he laughing?

“I'm really happy to hear that,” Uvogin said.

“…. You're happy?”

“Yeah.”

He then reached over with his hand and tapped against your head as he added “because if you're worrying about me while you're away from me, that means there's some part of you in there that knows you're supposed to be with me. If you really hated me, why would you bother expending that mental energy, right?”

His hand settled on your shoulder, and when you didn't respond he began to squeeze as he asked again “right?”

“… Yeah,” you whispered.

Uvo's grip lessened and he patted you on the shoulder, saying “you should listen to that part of you more often. Then we can avoid shit like this.”

“Okay.”

He patted you again at your soft spoken response before he pulled away, and when you glanced up at him, you noted that he looked pleased with himself.

Today had been a good day for Uvogin. Even though he'd needed to go to extreme lengths to find you, he ultimately did just that and was now on his way back with his reclaimed prize. For him, things were going to go back to the way they were supposed to.

For you, it had been less than eleven hours since the simple life you made for yourself was destroyed with no chance of you ever reclaiming it. The chance that you would be able to escape Uvogin again was next to nothing as he would be sure not to slip up again when it came to you. Your busted lip still hurt, but it would heal up. As would the other wounds that would come as a consequence for your escape.

He would be there for you while you healed, offering those soft touches and kisses while he wiped away your tears. And you would accept them, all the while knowing that every minute you spent in his hold, internally you were breaking more and more.

[raisinripe]

GUYS I WANT TO CONGRATULATE YOU ALL ON FEBRUARY 14TH!! 💖

[skyyletai]

I'm truly disappointed that no one on tik tok appreciates them. I mean, WHERE ARE MY EDITS, LEBOWSKI???!

[callmerina]

was bored and decided to imagine how hxh characters would write

[rotten-pomegranate]

yandere Trouble trio + uvogin making reader smoke weed

Warnings: rape, torture, smoking weed, being high, forced smoking

A/n: I like getting high

✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦

Phinks

Phinks just wants you to loosen up a bit and stop screaming and crying for a couple hours, this man literally just wants some peace and quiet

He brings home a light dab pen because he doesn’t wanna get you totally buzzed

If you put up I fight he might offer to do it with you and if you still put up a fight he’s probably gonna threaten you with locking you up in your room for a week

If you don’t put up a fight and just take a few puffs and chill out he’ll be happy and just let you go about your day or night in peace

Shalnark

He wants you to let him have sex without you screening and trying to get his much bigger form off you the whole time

He’s also gonna get a dab pen but a stronger one just to make it extra easy for him to have his way with you

If you put up a fight he’s pinning you down putting it in your mouth and plugging your nose until you have to breath

While he’s doing that he’s also gonna taunt like “wow imagine what I can do if you do pass out, it would be so much easier”

When your body finally betrays you and you breath in the smoke he’ll be so happy he might pick you up and spin you around

Uvogin

Uvogin wants you to loosen up and let him snuggle you without having to catch you and then pin you down the whole time

He gets a classic bong and bag of weed and shows you what to do

If you put up a fight he’s gonna pretty much do what shalnark did and force your mouth over it until you breath he won’t taunt you though

He’s gonna give you the biggest bear hug when you finally calm down and stop struggling

Your totally sleeping in his bed so he can snuggle you all night

Feitan

Feitan wants you to shut up and let him touch you in peace

He brings home a bong and threatens you with torture if you don’t smoke it

If you put up a fight anyway then he’s dragging you down to the basement tying you up and cutting you up a little

He’s also gonna make you smoke it right there and then he’s bringing you back up stairs so he can just hold and touch you without all your annoying cry’s

He’s also gonna have you sleep in his bed and not yours because your never this quiet

Your gonna be smoking a lot more

©rotten-pomegranate- All rights reserved, don’t steal, translate, copy, plagiarize, claim my work as your own or post it on other platforms.

[imagobin]

Based on a weird dream I had

No because I never really thought about Uvogin that hard, so why tf did my brain give me one of the most vivid dreams of him just giving me a piggy back ride?? Big bro Uvo confirmed

(Background is just an Yorkshin screenshot I did not make it myself fhgkd)

[luffyvace]

Uvogin x reader who’s as big as him ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Loll i thought this would be cute and funny!

His reaction to you being as big as him depends on your status to him

if your a passerby and the troupe’s current goal is to wreck havoc he’ll have fun beating up someone the size of him 😃

just because he’s not fighting “tiny ants” for once

- Uvogin

but if your in the troupe or good friends from meteor

he is definitely a lot more happy about you being bigger like him

now you’ve been promoted from a tiny ant to an equal 😎

sparring with him is always fun

and handy since he’s really strong so he definitely pushes your limit, making you stronger too!

if you don’t like to spar he’ll probably throw punches at you anyway and basically make you fight by attacking so you at least have to defend

he probably went up to you first and started a conversation after he saw you two were the same size

he likely started the convo like the two of you were old friends

it’s that moment when you instantly hit it off with someone because of a big similarity you share

(get it?! a big similarity?! 😆)

if your in the troupe he’d enjoy partnering up with you a lot

you, him and nobunaga may become a trio

you two probably earn a unspoken nickname of giant duo or something like that

arm wrestling is a thing.

no questions asked.

seriously tho he practically makes you, like how he makes you spar

sparring is more like play fighting for him 😂 (just for the record)

drinking contests is also a thing 😋 (if you like to)

ngl I’m betting that he might win-

LOL

of course we love reader here 💪💋💪💋 (HAHAHHAHA)

but just knowing how many beers he chugged that one time I gotta bet on him 🤷‍♀️

he likes your strength, might I mention

of course he does!

even if you don’t work out/kill your still probably stronger than most because of your height

muscles or not

picking each other up is a back and forth thing

Most times when you do it’s to throw him……for being a jerk

but he usually does it to you in an affectionate way

plus he thinks it’s funny if you don’t like it

so he may do it just to annoy you

but it’s also good to be able to pick each other up if the other is over exerted from a fight

also..

(if you have them…..)

flexing and seeing who has bigger muscles is a friendly competition til it’s not

then it becomes a sparring match and whoever wins has bigger muscles

despite the physics of who’s is actually bigger 😊👍

Whoever’s is stronger must be bigger right?? 🤨

but if you somehow manage to keep it from turning into sparring then it’s really goofy

”hurrr look at MY big musclessss!!” 💪💪

”noooo! Mine are biggerrrrr” 💪💪💪💪

”lies! Obviously mine are the biggest” 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪

”HURRRR! See! *obviously straining* mine are even bigger than yours!” 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪

he’s not very romantic in conclusion

it’s more like a queer platonic relationship

because he’s definitely still very physically affectionate towards you (more than anyone else <3)

his love languages are obviously physical touch and quality time

you two are practically inseparable

mostly because Uvo tags along any outing you go to

he’s bored and your the most interesting person he knows

and especially as one he can relate to,

he’s very prone to following you around 🤷‍♀️💗

and then we have physical touch!

where regardless of whether you like it or not (he does not listen to any complaints you have) he kisses you randomly throughout the day!

a kiss when you get up, a kiss when you go out, a kiss after not seeing each other for a long time, a kiss after a favor- WHENEVER!

kisses, kisses, kisses.

kisses? kisses.

he will also casually throw an arm around your shoulder pretty often

which you might mind a lot less

if your in the troupe they’ve pretty much gotten used to his affectionate ways so thankfully they don’t make fun of you (except maybe shal and fei)

they don’t see you two as weak because of it so don’t worry

he does it to them too after all so they know how you feel 😭

especially shal 🤦‍♀️💖

which not to mention shal is probably close to you as well

uvo basically makes all his friends your friends too

just because he likes seeing his people together

so even if your not in the troupe and your from meteor,

once he fully trusts you, you’ll get introduced to the troupe in a jiffy 😂💜

I love this concept it’s adorable

I’ve seen some Uvo stans out there before, so here’s to adding to the little content there is for him ♡

[usagi-best-boy]

When this scene breaks your heart for Chrollo

Hunter x Hunter

[masakuterarr]

I AM ALIVE WOW idk how but I am SO HERE WE GET NEW UVO FOOD

it's an old wip for spooky season- Idk if I will ever finish this- ;-;

but enjoy <3

[forcefulkitten]

here to stay

[uvogin x fem! reader]

summary: a man who partook in the slayings that claimed the lives of innocent people broke into your house in the dead of the night with the intention of residing there.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of death and torture, blood and injury, dubious-consensual sex, overstimulation

word count: 2,678

Faint noises of movement coming from downstairs in the living room woke you from your slumber. You rubbed the sleep out your eyes, squinting at the cable box to read the time. 2:17 A.M. ‘It’s just Mittens,’ you thought to yourself while scooting out of bed, clad in only panties and a t-shirt. That crazy cat of yours was always up to no good during weird hours. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep if you didn’t make sure.

Light from the living room television downstairs could be seen illuminating the area from the top of the steps where you stood. Panic finally set in when you heard the refrigerator door slam, followed by heavy steps that halted soon after. ‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’ Whoever was inside your house decided to watch the news and enjoy your beer. They cracked open a can and gulped the liquid down, burping loudly, the sound of aluminum rattling against the floor when they tossed it aside. 

Emergency services were dialed on your phone, ready to call at any moment. The smartest thing to do would be calling for help instantly but fear clouded rational decision making. You were careful while tip-toeing down the steps, poking your head out when you reached the bottom. Mittens was seated on the lap of a burly man dressed in a white tank top with what appeared to be bearskin lined shorts and boots.

“You’re real brave demandin’ pets from me,” the intruder taunted. His voice was husky, comparable to his appearance. 

Surely this was a dream. You hoped you weren’t witnessing a stranger caressing Mittens while sitting on your couch. Blinking twice did nothing to change the scenario playing in front of your eyes. You counted to three before revealing yourself. 1… 2.. 3.

The grizzly man didn’t even flinch when he noticed you standing a few feet away from him. Your body was trembling, one hand gripping your phone tight with a finger hovering over the call button to alert the authorities.

“Hey! You need to leave my house now. I— I’m calling the police,” you shuddered, stumbling over your words in a small panicky voice.

He stood to his full height, a crazed smile blooming on his face that showcased large, pearly white teeth. You subconsciously stepped backwards as he walked towards you until you hit the wall. He reached for your cell phone, snatching it out of your hold with minimal effort.

“Quit complaining or I’ll shut you up permanently. Act like that little guy over there,” he expressed in a dry tone, pointing at Mittens who was licking his paw, completely unbothered. The giant man then snapped your phone in half between his thumb and index finger before dropping the pieces.

You didn’t know what was worse— him breaking into your home or the smug demeanor he displayed knowing you were no match for him. You felt paralyzed, every hair on your body standing tall in fear. With your mind racing a million miles per minute, your ears cancelled the voices of the news anchor in the background until the same message from earlier replayed.

‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’

The television displayed the face of the man standing in front of you. You crouched down, arms wrapped around your knees as you stared wide eyed at the floor. 

The man generously granted you a few seconds before dragging you across the floor by your wrist towards the sofa, springs creaking when his full weight shifted onto it. He tugged your wrist upwards, instructing you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh with his opposite hand.

“Easy now, there’s no use in fighting,” he taunted with a raised brow. 

The feeling of utter defeat washed over you as you sat on his oversized lap, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was a gruff guy but definitely not an eyesore.

“Name’s Uvogin. What about you, little lady?”

Calloused finger pads traced circles in your back while he waited patiently for your response. He sighed, accepting you weren’t going to answer, “Whatever. You’ll tell me eventually.” 

The wall clock read 3:48 A.M.

An entire hour and a half had passed since you were woken up. Even though the man, now known as Uvogin, was warm and encompassing, that didn’t allow you to melt into his hold immediately. You simply existed, taking up room on his lap next to Mittens who was sleeping on his shoulder. Thankfully, it seemed there was no rush from him to make you speak or return unwilling affection. He scrolled through the television channels, settling on a late night sitcom that made him stifle his laughter to prevent Mittens from waking up. How cute, an intruder being considerate of your overly trusting cat. 

The discomfort and fear eventually took a backseat, letting fatigue consume you. Maybe it was Uvogin’s ragged breathing as he was in and out of a nap, or how he smirked at you with low lidded eyes. You were unsure of what made you think it was okay to lean your head against his free shoulder. Both Uvogin and Mittens were resting so you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do the same.

A rocking motion stirred you out your sleep, the feeling of something thick grinding against your clothed cunt languidly. You barely opened your eyes when you registered exactly what was happening. Uvogin’s hands were gripping your ass, rocking your hips against his shaft. He groaned in approval and although he wasn’t buried inside of you, the friction was enough to work him up. Based on the slick, warm feeling of wet fabric clinging to your folds— you’d definitely soaked through your panties. Every ridge of his cock teased your clit precisely enough that it was clear he had released himself from his pants during some point of your slumber. The body has two reactions when you’re in the presence of something terrifying. Fight or flight. You’d come to the realization that breaking out of this man’s hold would be impossible without a fight but still, your attacks would be powerless in comparison so that wasn’t really an option either.

You stirred gently in his grasp to indicate that you had woken up. Without hesitation Uvogin leaned in for a kiss, his lips instantly overtaking yours. Less than a minute after, his tongue pried it’s way into your mouth and yours became sore from trying to keep up with his strong, overpowering pace. After a few minutes, Uvogin thought you were separating from the kiss for air. It made sense in his mind so he was completely taken off guard when you leaned your head backwards and head-butted him in his mouth. He was left with bloodied lips and much to your dismay, his grip on you didn’t let up in the slightest. The man smiled wickedly, showcasing blood-stained teeth.

“A fighter huh? Just my type!”

Uvogin turned the television off before kicking off his boots and heading upstairs with you settled around his waist, your hands clawing at his chest and occasionally slapping him across the face. Once in your bedroom, he tossed you onto your bed and proceeded to close the window, every step he took shaking the foundation of your house. The nearest object to you was a candle on your nightstand. You threw it, aiming for his head but he caught it mid air, setting it beside the windowsill. He began completely ridding himself of his pants, revealing his entire length that was colossal in size. You weren’t an idiot, it was clear where things were headed when the bed shifted underneath his weight.

“That little stunt you pulled will cost you. It’s still going to hurt anyway, that’s how it is with a guy like me.”

The night moon casted a shadow that made him resemble a monster; his teeth shining as he loomed over you. He was grinning from ear to ear like a predator who finally captured their prey. You were reminded again that up close, the man wasn’t as uneasy to look at… aside from the busted lip, courtesy of you. Hazel eyes. Pointed nose. Chiseled jaw. It was a shame you only met him through these circumstances.

The obvious comprehension you were outmatched in all sense of the word coaxed you to lift your hips as he peeled your panties off, tossing them aside afterwards.

“Deep breath, alright?”

He waited patiently for you to inhale deeply before pushing a single finger inside your cunt. The stretch was far more than you’d felt by your own fingers and even those of other partners. Bunching the sheets up into your fists, you tried ignoring the sting between your legs while he worked you open but your whines slipped out into the once tensely quiet room.

Uvogin attentively watched you for any sign of excruciating pain, knowing he had to take things slowly with you because of his size. However, having a woman panting heavily while clenching around him really tested the little patience he had. By the time he added a second finger inside, circular white flashes of arousal shrouded your vision. You arched your back because of the pleasure, wordlessly appreciating his dexterity while he drilled into you until he was knuckle deep, watching you mewl and grip his forearm as you came quicker than ever before.

He pulled out of you and examined his slick covered fingers before stroking his aching cock languidly. The need to take you right then and there was at an all time high; in his mind there wasn’t a single point in waiting longer. You took him by surprise when you took your shirt off and spread your legs wider for him, positioning your knees by your shoulders and reaching out for him to fill the space between you two.

Acting hastily was your biggest regret. He lined himself up with your slick heat, pressing his bulbous head against your entrance that wasn’t inviting to his size. How he was going to fit inside you was a mystery that would soon be uncovered. Uvogin gritted his teeth and sunk his erection into you inch by agonizing inch, hissing at how tight you were. Your heart was beating so heavily the vibrations drummed against your ears, drowning out the sound of him muttering what you could only predict was concern. His thrusts were short and powerful; the main goal being to bury himself inside you at a humane pace. You hiccuped in a sweaty daze until he was fully sheathed in your plush walls, stroking your cheek as a meek attempt of comforting you.

The position you were in had to be one of the least forgiving of them all. Majority of Uvogin’s weight snapped against the underneath of your thighs, knocking the air out your lungs from the driving force behind his ministrations. That’s not to say he didn’t feel slightly guilty since you and Mittens had been more obedient than expected but right now, this was about his pleasure so he blissfully ignored the look of exhaustion across your fucked out face. It didn’t help there was little for you to ground yourself with, making you reach out for him. When he leaned forward with hands on either side of your head, his body forced yours deeper into the mattress. The scent radiating off him was a blend of musk and blood. Disgusting, really, considering he hadn’t even washed off after committing crimes, your home most likely the location he immediately retreated to afterwards. Regardless, the monstrous cock your walls struggled to adjust around pushed the feeling of revulsion out of mind.

Uvogin continued to stuff your tight heat to its expanse at an unyielding pace, pressure finally breaking the tight coil that was inescapable. He formed a grin as he watched your body submit to him. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, your orgasm quickly transitioning from pleasant to overstimulating in a matter of seconds. Throaty grunts escaped him as his end came right after yours, his length pulsing in your walls; coating your womb with the lust he held back while on business. A few more slow strokes and he then pulled out of you, his throbbing member twitching while it rested against your stomach, leaking remnant strings of cum against your soft skin. You both made out vehemently, hands firmly gripping one another while you came down from your high, only separating from the kiss after you were completely out of breath. 

You excused yourself from the bedroom to clean yourself up, cranking the shower on to wash off and mull over the events that took place. Uvogin didn’t barge in as you expected, which gave you plenty of time to gather your thoughts before the water ran cold. The house was too quiet when you stepped out of the bathroom… ‘Maybe he fell asleep,’ you guessed.

A wave of disappointment ran through you when you realized he was no longer in your house. Evidentially based on your bedroom window that was wide open, it was clear he must’ve exited through there. It was 5:14 A.M, the sun hadn’t come up yet and your encounter with him went by faster than you imagined it would. You should’ve felt relieved and safe knowing he was gone but you slammed the window shut with enough force to prove that you were bothered by his unannounced exit. There was no time to ponder on his whereabouts when you were exhausted yourself. Mittens settled next to you as you got into bed, the two of you falling sound asleep within minutes. 

The sound of a loud thump against the floor woke you yet again, a repeated offense you were tired of. Mittens peeked his head up curiously. The sun was up, shining across Uvogin who closed the window behind himself, holding a black plastic bag in his hand and a case of beer on his shoulder. You sat up, blinking repeatedly. “W— what the fuck? Why are you here… again?”

Uvogin responded blatantly in a volume too loud for the early hour, “I went to steal the essentials since I’ll be livin’ here. Beer for me, food for the cat and ice cream for the lady!” He tossed the plastic bag onto your bed before placing the case of beer on the floor. You emptied the contents of the bag, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he sat down. “Didn’t know which flavors you liked so I got them all.”

You stacked the cans of food for Mittens, impressed that Uvogin managed to pick out the exact brand you normally buy. He probably spotted them in your cupboard when he initially broke in or he just had an eye for grabbing the most expensive option on the shelf. The curious cat stepped closer to examine the tower, sniffing it before knocking it over with a firm nudge of his head. Uvogin laughed boisterously, scratching underneath Mittens chin; instantly winning the cats heart and therefore yours too. You sorted through the pints of ice cream he picked and all the flavors were options you enjoyed. Smiling to yourself, you leaned forward and kissed his forehead before ushering the items back into the bag for you to put away downstairs. Uvogin yawned, getting up to take his boots off before pulling the blanket back to finally get some rest. Your voice stopped him before he got under the covers, “The name is Y/N. If you’re staying, go shower first big guy.” You offered in a tone accepting of him calling your place home.

[uvobreakmylegs]

Treasure Hunt

wrote this back in April for my awesome friend @ramwrites​’s birthday and she said it was cool for me to post so everyone can read :D

always happy to write Uvo for ya ❤️

Warnings: abo, mentions of kidnapping, blood, mentions of death, implied smut, Uvogin is an unrelenting bastard and that’s the way me and Ram like him

Word count: 6.4k

Uvogin caught the scent unexpectedly as it reached his nose by way of an errant wind. A scent that, despite how faint it was, made him stop in his tracks. It was the scent of another being, but as he focused on it, it didn't smell like any scent he was aware of. Not that of an alpha like himself, or that of a beta or any of the other ranks. It was a scent completely different.

It didn't take him long to realize what that meant:

He'd stumbled across the scent of an omega.

Uvogin turned in the direction where the wind had come from and saw that the scent had likely come from the forested area just beyond the trail he'd been traveling on. A dense forest with a few mountains in the distance; a place no doubt crawling with all sorts of creatures and therefore, a place that would be ideal to hide if one were an omega, as the scents from the wildlife and plantlife alike would help hide the unique scent.

Though clearly not this time. The omega must have strayed too far near the well-traveled path and allowed the wind to carry their scent out. A few minutes earlier or later, perhaps it wouldn't have been a problem.

But today luck was favoring Uvogin, the wind bringing the scent to him right as he was walking by on the path just outside of the forests boundaries.

For an omega's scent to be in a place like that, it likely meant that they were in hiding.

And if they were in hiding, surely it meant that they were unmarked and unmated.

Though he had no evidence for thinking that, it seemed reasonable enough to assume, though ultimately he had no clue unless he went and investigated for himself. But it would be worthwhile if there was a lone omega living within that forest.

So Uvo stepped off the path, heading towards the dense trees while he hoped that the scent would lead him to a prize worth having.

It turned out that following the scent took him in deeper than he had anticipated. Evidently the omega hadn't done anything as foolish as straying too close to the path beyond – the winds today had simply been too strong and had carried the scent further than expected.

But the further in he got, the stronger the scent was becoming, and he felt the anticipation growing every minute. At this point, even if the omega did turn out to be mated to another, Uvogin probably wouldn't walk away. He wanted the omega now, and if he needed to kill the mate to have them for himself, then so be it.

Then he heard a rustling in the distance, and he stopped.

There had been plenty of animal life within the forest that he had come across while hunting down the source of the scent, all of which had turned and run in the opposite direction the instant they saw him coming, the deer, foxes, rabbits and the like that ran away to hide from him as they recognized him as being a danger to them. Being a hunter, Uvogin was used to these types of animals he encountered, and he could recognize the sounds of their feet as they treaded lightly over the ground, identifying which was which from those noises alone.

What he heard ahead of him was no wild animal. From his ear alone, he could tell it was a person.

He moved quietly, taking note of the forest floor in front of him before setting his foot back down. If he was correct in thinking that the omega was in hiding, then they would no doubt run the instant they saw him. He took note of the direction of the wind as well, moving so the wind would be blowing against him and not bring his own scent to the omega and alert them.

Uvo took a few more quiet steps until he was able to move around a large tree and could see past it.

Peering around the edge, he finally saw the omega.

You.

You were kneeling on the ground, your sleeves pulled up to your elbows as you dug around in the earth before you. You were pulling up.... A root of some sort. One that was dark green in color.

Glancing towards a satchel that he noticed was sitting behind you, he saw that it held roots that looked similar to the one you'd just pulled out. Though there weren't very many in the bag, and when he looked back to you, he saw a frown form on your face as you seemed dissatisfied with the size of the one in your hand.

…. Ah.

Uvogin had heard of it before – muting ones scent by covering up the scent glands. It seemed there were a few different ways of doing it, either by way of natural home-made remedies or ones created more recently by those who were trying to make a business out of it.

He himself had never used anything like that – he had seen no purpose in it. But he had heard of those who used those remedies for one reason or another, feeling some sort of need to hide the scent that gave their rank away.

The only times he'd heard of omegas using such things was after they were discovered to have been omegas, when they had run out of the ingredients for their remedies or when something had failed with the remedies they had bought and the omega scent coming out at the worst time. And afterwards, the omega would quickly vanish.

Very rarely, he had heard, was it that the omega had left on their own accord.

Uvo was inclined to say that you had a bit more sense than the omegas that tried to live a normal life by muting their scents and blending into society – you must have known that it would only be a matter of time before you would be discovered as an omega if you had gone down that route. You had done the exact opposite, living in hiding on your own and away from the rest of society.

And he was certain that you were on your own. Now that he was so close to you, he was able to take in your scent better, and there was nothing else lingering on you aside from your natural scent as an omega and an earthy scent that clung to your clothing.

You twisted yourself to put the root in the satchel with the others, and the action caused the collar of your dress to move out of the way, allowing him to see the bare skin around your neck and shoulders.

Unmarked.

Unmated.

Living alone in the forest.

Waiting for a worthy alpha to find and claim you.

And that alpha was him.

That thought had him stepping out from behind the tree fully, this time not bothering to be careful of the noise he made – he wanted you to know he was there.

You noticed immediately.

Your head snapped towards him and you tensed up, your expression becoming grim as you saw him. Then he watched you attempt to subtly sniff at the air. You were trying to find out what he was, he quickly realized. But with the wind blowing away from him combined with the distance, you weren't able to catch his scent.

He grinned.

“You wanna know what I am?” Uvogin asked.

You only tensed further at that question, and when he raised his arms, he saw you slowly move your feet underneath you while your hands moved down to the ground below.

You were preparing to break out into a run.

Uvo wasn't too concerned about that at the moment as he brought his hand up to the arm he had raised, pressing his thumbnail against the skin of his arm.

You seemed confused at that.

With the slightest bit of pressure, he managed to break the skin of his arm, and he slid the nail down to make the cut bigger before he pulled his hand away.

The wound was shallow, but blood still began to drip down his skin.

The scent of blood was always strong no matter the rank, and as the blood continued to drip down his arm and onto the forest floor below, your eyes widened as his alpha scent finally reached you.

The wind blew past you once again, and this time Uvo could smell the fear that came from you.

You ran.

You turned and launched yourself from where you were sitting, running away from him while leaving your satchel of roots behind. Uvogin watched as you ran. You outrunning him didn't seem like a possibility so he felt no need to go after you immediately. If you were going to be difficult about this, he'd let you flounder a bit before taking you. It would leave more of an impact on you if he allowed you to think that you had almost managed to get away from him before he collected you.

Then he noticed something odd.

Just before you were out of his sight completely, you turned your head back to look at him. When you saw that he hadn't moved from that spot next to the tree, your eyebrows furrowed.

And though you were still running away, Uvogin saw that your pace slowed ever so slightly.

As if you didn't want to get too far ahead of him.

….. Why would you want that?

Uvogin stayed where he was, listening to the sounds of your feet running across the foliage while you went at your slower pace.

As much as he wanted to say that it was your omega instincts causing you to become conflicted over what you wanted, it didn't feel like that was happening. He could tell when you looked at him that you feared him, and finding out that he was an alpha had only made that fear worse. Yet from the brief glance you'd given him and the way your pace had slowed told him that you wanted him to follow you.

Once again, he asked himself why you would want that.

Uvo brought his thumb to his mouth, licking at the blood on his nail before he smiled to himself.

It was something to keep in mind. But right now it was best that he begin to pursue you.

So he started to walk, making a point to step on your satchel of roots before he followed the path you had taken. Even without the scent that lingered in the air, yours was an easy trail to follow: you hadn't taken any heed to your surroundings as you ran, and you had caused damage to the forest around you in the form of broken branches and upturned dirt. Anyone would've been able to follow that.

But again he wondered if that was what you wanted.

With his long stride, it didn't take Uvo long to come across you again. This time you were down in a gulch, one hand on the side of the rock as your eyes looked over the trees of the forest, trying to see where he would come from.

There was an opening in the side of the gulch where you were standing, he realized, and when you saw him, you ran again, this time running into the wide opening.

He stopped once again, assessing the situation he'd found himself in.

You were trying to lead him into a trap.

Of that, he was certain.

Why else would you be waiting for him long enough so he would see you enter that cave? If your goal had truly been to get away from him, you would've entered that cave as soon as possible, not stand around waiting for him.

So you wanted him to follow you down into the cave. And if he were to guess, you wanted him to follow so you could kill him. That was the way it felt to him.

So then, what was his move now that he knew that?

Uvo wasn't letting you go, so there were no thoughts of giving up on you. Putting his patience to the test and waiting for you to come out on your own was an option, though after thinking on it for a few moments he decided against it. Without knowing what the layout of the cave was, he had no clue if there was a second opening. Sitting around and waiting could give you the time you needed to get a head start in escaping him.

Which meant that his only remaining option was to go in after you.

A risky decision, as he still had no clue what the inside looked like, but in reality, it only excited Uvo a little bit.

And ultimately, how could one like you do anything of significance to him?

Your scent was stronger when he bent down to enter the cave – a sign that you came here frequently. Whatever this place was, it likely served as your home.

The entrance opened up into a hallway that was large enough that he could stand without needing to bend his head down, though his hair managed to brush against the stone up top.

This was an odd place, he noted.

There was lighting in the hallway, coming from what appeared to be glowing stones embedded into the rock. And as he walked down the hall, he noted the areas within the walls that appeared to have been doorways at one point but were now sealed up with smaller stones.

As curious as he was as to the history of this place and why certain areas were blocked off, he turned his attention back to his main objective: getting you. And as he looked to the end of the long hallway, he could see you waiting for him on the other side of a room.

This was definitely a trap.

And when he got closer to the room where you stood, he smelled something other than your scent, something that almost managed to overpower yours completely:

The smell of old, dead blood that permeated from the room.

Uvogin paused when he reached the doorway and looked over the new area. You were still standing before him but now looking like you would run down the hallway behind you. There was also a set of levers on the side of the wall behind you, and as he looked over the room itself, he was starting to get an idea as to what those levers were for.

The walls and floor were covered in blood. All of it long since dried up and there were some clear attempts at washing it away, but the sight and scent still remained. There were particular areas where the blood was most prominent: at the center of the walls to his left and right, and the very center of the floor. All of those points had very large, very clear stains of blood that had spread out far over the surface and was the main source of the mixture of different blood scents that almost overwhelmed him. There was a bit of cloth on the floor as well, and while the rest of the floor had other varying sizes of cloth strewn about, the rest of them looked as if they had been set there so the one at the center wouldn't look out of place.

And through the mess of cloth and bloodstains, there was one last thing Uvogin spotted on the stone floor: several lines carved into the surface, as though something heavy had been moved over it repeatedly.

….. Ah. So that was what this was.

Uvo smirked to himself and stepped inside.

You reacted immediately by stepping back into the hall and pulling down one of the levers. The result was a barrier of metal bars that came down from the ceiling before you and blocked the entrance of the second hall.

He hummed and took another step forward, at which you pulled a second lever.

A loud noise sounded from behind him, and when he looked back, he found bars similar to the ones that separated you from him had blocked off the entrance behind him.

“Oh? Was your plan just to trap me?” he asked, “gonna teach me a lesson by turning the tables and capturing me?”

That question got you to finally speak.

“No. You're not worth keeping alive,” you answered bluntly.

“You wound me,” Uvo answered sarcastically, “so then what are you gonna do?”

“Get rid of you, just like every other arrogant alpha that came after me with the expectation that I'd roll over and let them do with me as they pleased,” you answered, “all of you who come after me are the same, too busy thinking with your dicks and using your primal instincts as an excuse.”

“An excuse for what?”

“An excuse to rid yourself of any responsibility for why you go after omegas in the way you do,” you said, “because it's easier to shift the blame on instinct, right?”

Uvogin waited a moment as he processed your words, and then he grinned at you.

“I'm not sure what bullshit has been spouted at you by other alphas that you trapped, but I couldn't care less about blaming my actions on anything,” he said, “I've come after you because you're mine. Why would I make an excuse for collecting my mate?”

“You can keep those bars down if you like,” he added, “I've got no issue breaking those apart to get to you.”

From the way your brows furrowed, his speech had managed to perturb you, yet you still scoffed at his last sentence.

“As if I'd even give you the chance to try and get to me,” you said.

“Gonna crush me to death before that, huh?”

You blinked in surprise.

“You've figured out this room already?”

“It's pretty obvious from the marks left behind in the floor,” Uvo answered, “what else could leave grooves like that in stone?”

Now at the center of the room, Uvogin pushed away the cloth at his feet with his foot, revealing the panel you had hidden that would no doubt trigger the mechanism to activate the trap in the room. He then looked to the third lever that sat next to you on the wall and the way your hand twitched as you anticipated needing to pull it.

“The walls will crush me if I step on this plate or you pull that, then?” he asked.

“... Yeah.”

Your expression turned grim when he said that.

“Oh? Why so upset? Don't you have me where you want me?” Uvo asked mockingly.

“You think I want to do this?” you asked back, “because I don't. I hate killing people, but if I don't get rid of the people who find me, they keep coming back to try and take me. I can't have peace as long as you alphas know where I am. So I need to get rid of you.”

You let out a shaky breath as you said “I hate it every time this happens, but you leave me no choice. We wouldn't be here if you would just leave me alone.”

Uvo raised an eyebrow as he asked “now who's shifting blame?”

You glared at him.

“I don't think I'm gonna feel much regret over ending you,” you said.

“You'll find that to be harder to do than you think.”

You sighed.

“Another tired alpha line. You're just like the rest.”

“I'm nothing like other alphas,” Uvo countered.

“You're exactly like the rest of them.”

With that, you lifted your hand up to the lever. Your eyes were averted as you did so.

Before you reached the lever Uvogin stepped on the plate before him.

The shock on your face was clear as you looked to him in the few seconds he had before the walls closed in.

He winked at you.

The walls shot forward with the intent of reaching one another and crushing him completely. But just before they reached him he lifted his arms-

And slammed his fists against the walls.

What followed was a series of loud noises, the sounds of stone breaking apart and the mechanics of the walls dislodging as a greater force pushed back against them. Dust and fragments of stone flew into the air that briefly clouded everything, and the room shook so much that you needed to brace yourself against one of the walls for fear of falling over.

It took you a moment for you to understand what just happened.

Once the noises stopped, the dust settled and the shaking ended was when you looked back to him.

Uvogin stood triumphantly in the center of the destruction. And once again he grinned when your eyes met his.

Uvo was feeling good about himself. In the place where others had met their end, he had been the one to beat your trap. Now you couldn't deny that he was nothing like any others who had gone after you. And perhaps this might be enough to convince you that fighting this was useless.

Although maybe not. You seemed to be the stubborn type.

At the moment, however, your shock had turned to fear as you looked at him through the bars, your eyes looking over the destruction he had caused before inevitably going back to him. It was the same fear he had caught wind of when he had first approached you, but this time it was far greater.

Terror and a sense of hopelessness was beginning to settle in. That there was nothing you could do to stop him.

Yet when he stepped forward you took in a sharp breath before you moved, turning and dashing down the corridor as fast as you could.

As he thought. Stubborn.

But he found that he didn't mind it.

The bars over the entryway were wrenched off easily and thrown to the side. You were already out of sight. He took a few steps into the corridor and found that there were multiple openings within the walls. Given the nature of that first room, he wondered if there were more traps to be found in the halls ahead. Though with how easy it was for him to beat that first room, he had a hard time imagining that anything you had set up would do much to him.

He glanced behind, seeing that the bars at the other end of the room were still intact. He'd leave those as they were for now. They'd be useful in keeping you in if you somehow managed to get around him and tried to escape that way.

Uvogin followed the path you had taken and turned at the same corner you had only to find another corridor that looked the same as the one he was currently standing in. Was this a maze? That was what it seemed like, but that wouldn't do much to stop him – he could still smell your panicked scent and could follow it to you.

As he walked down this other corridor, he noticed something else that gave your location away: there were several hallways of the maze where the floor was littered with dust and rubble, whereas the path that you must've traveled on a daily basis had clear signs of use as no dust had been allowed to settle.

This wasn't as effective in warding off pursuers, although in your defense, it was likely the first and only time that room from earlier had failed you.

That didn't stop him from encountering another obnoxious trap, however, as at one point through the maze a section of the floor beneath his foot suddenly fell, revealing a pit of sharp spikes down below.

He survived by quickly grabbing at the walls on either side and moving fast, only sparing a single glance down so as to acknowledge that there weren't any remains down in the pit. Those spikes probably wouldn't have killed him, but it would be a pain to deal with getting back up after falling into that.

Still, the more he saw, the more he wondered how you had managed to come across this place. Uvo couldn't believe that you had been the one to set the traps, but it wasn't exactly often that one would come across a fully functioning and apparently abandoned death cave.

Perhaps he could ask you after he caught you.

For now, he thought to himself as he spotted a door that led out of the maze, his only concern was capturing you.

Unsurprisingly, the door had been locked and secured from the other side, but with a single kick Uvogin had the wooden door and the board barricading it from the other side crashing to the ground in a million splinters. He stepped inside to find another room with another wooden door and your scent even stronger in this place. A quick look around didn't reveal there to be any mechanisms in this room that would trigger a trap.

But he did notice something odd on one of the walls.

He approached slowly, his eyes narrowing as the thing he had noticed appeared to be.... Writing?

It had been scratched into the walls with what appeared to be charcoal, and the writing itself looked to be dates of some kind. Ten different days marked down alongside different months of the year, and above it had been written a few words hoping that the dead would find peace.

This was a memorial for your previous victims, he realized. Despite your way of disposing of them, he had seen firsthand how death had bothered you. And you had said that you didn't enjoy it but that you had no other choice.

Was this some way of coping with it? With you, it didn't feel like that. Writing down when those deaths had happened seemed more like a punishment to him.

Maybe that was the point.

He looked over the dates again.

Ten different dates, ten different people. He would've been the eleventh if you had managed to kill him.

That couldn't be good for your health. The least he could do would be to save you from needing to remember all of that.

Uvogin then made his way towards the unopened door, and after finding that it was similarly locked, he kicked his way in once more.

Upon entering the next room, he managed to be a bit surprised.

So far, all of the rooms had been lit by use of the glowing stones placed in the ceilings and the walls, but as he walked into this new room, he found that the light within it came from the outside. Taking a few steps in, he looked above him and saw a wide opening within the rock, one that seemed to have been placed there intentionally in order to allow in the sunlight. He wasn't sure why such an opening would have been built in, though he suspected that it may have something to do with the stone basin he saw standing in the center of the room. The aged basin wasn't the thing that stood out most in this room, however.

It was what the natural light allowed within the space had managed to grow, as at the back of the room stood dozens and dozens of sunflowers, standing tall with their faces all turned upwards to that opening so they could absorb as much of the sunlight as possible. Odd to find something like that within a cave, but they seemed to be thriving.

Not that it mattered all that much to Uvo.

But as he inhaled once again, he noted that your scent in this room was even stronger.

And as he looked about the room once more, he noticed something on the ground behind the basin.

Looking closer revealed it to be a pile of cloth that had been arranged to look like a nest of sorts, a great deal of the cloth placed at the center as protection from the ground below.

Uvogin bent one knee to kneel down over the nest, a hand resting on the basin to keep his balance as he looked it over. This was where the omega scent was strongest. This was where you slept during the night, curled up on a makeshift bed among a miniature sea of sunflowers, waking up in the mornings just so you could spend your day scavenging for food and ways to further hide yourself from the world. And then you returned here every night after boarding up the door to this room, allowing yourself to get the rest you needed without fear of an intruder interrupting you. This place was your safe-haven.

And Uvogin felt certain that he had been the only other person to get inside of this place.

He looked about the rest of the room as his other hand absentmindedly went down to pick up one of the bits of cloth while he noted the raised platform that ran along the edge of the room, spotting five different doors – two on either side and one at the back – that led out of the room. The single door at the back wall appeared to be firmly shut and had two indents on either side consisting of various shapes, as if the door would be unlocked if he found the correct items to place inside of the indents.

He was thinking of how annoying that would be when he brought the cloth up to his face and inhaled.

The hand that had been gripping the basin caused the aged stone to crack as he was overtaken by the scent of a long-gone heat that was still present in the cloth. The thought of you needing him like that, being beneath him and begging, almost made him lose his mind.

Maybe you weren't completely wrong about what you had said in regards to instinct driving him.

He looked once again to the doors and sighed. The trick here seemed to be that he needed to go into wherever the four doors led and retrieve whatever items would unlock the fifth door, which would then allow him to get to you. Actually going through with that would be an obnoxious waste of time, and it'd be much easier and faster to break down that single door like he had done with the others. All he could hope for was that there weren't any more ridiculous traps to be avoided or any obnoxious puzzles he would be forced to solve.

Uvo dropped the cloth and stood, his hand still on the basin as he brought himself back to his feet.

When he looked to the basin again, he kicked it.

There hadn't been any reason for it; he just felt like toppling it over.

But as the stone crashed to pieces on the ground and hit the stems of a few unfortunate flowers, he heard something unexpected.

A soft but sharp intake of breath.

One that had come from within the sunflowers.

…. Ah.

It clicked in his mind, and he wanted to laugh when he realized what you were trying to do, that you were trying to trick him into going further into the cave so you could escape while he was distracted. At least that answered the question of if there was more than one way in and out this place – if you had the chance to get out elsewhere, you would've done so by now.

Uvo decided to go along with it for now. Though before he headed towards the wall with the lone door, he bent down to pick up a bit of the rubble left behind by the destroyed basin and kept it in hand as he made his way over.

Earlier he'd been distracted by the sight of your nest and the scent of you that filled the room, but now that he had a bit more of a hold on himself, he could easily pinpoint your shape within the sea of sunflowers. Currently he could feel your eyes watching him through the stems, and he could easily imagine the way you looked at him with your hands covering your mouth, hoping that if you stayed quiet and stayed still, he'd overlook you in favor of figuring out the door puzzle.

If only you'd kept quiet when he knocked over the basin, it might've worked.

You made your move when he began to kick at the door in an effort to break it down. On the third kick in, when the door cracked and pieces of stone fell to the floor, he heard a rustling from the area where you had hidden yourself, and he looked back in time to see you making a break for the door he had entered from.

Without missing a beat Uvo turned around and threw the rubble he had picked up earlier in your direction.

It hit you squarely on the back just as you entered the doorway and caused you to cry out as you fell.

Your cry of distress should have caused him to feel some form of upset or remorse, but he found that it only managed to excite him.

You were struggling to push yourself up into a sitting position when he returned to you, the hit from the rock affecting you more than he had intended. Good thing he'd aimed for your back and not your head.

You shuddered when you saw him towering over you and began to shake your head.

“Please,” you begged, “please just go away. Don't do this.”

“And what, leave you alone in a place like this? That would be even more cruel,” he said, “that main trap of yours can't be fixed, the doors to this room are wrecked, and no one would ever fall for those spike pits in your maze. Unless you've got something even more deadly in those other rooms, this place isn't safe for you anymore. Anyone could get in.”

You glared when he said that.

“And whose fault is that?” you asked.

“Hm. I'd say it's both our faults,” he answered, “me for breaking your shit, and you for thinking that you could get rid of me. You should've just accepted that I'm the alpha meant to claim you.”

“I'm not meant to be claimed,” you hissed.

Despite the venom dripping from your voice, he smiled at you.

“You are,” he said, “but it's okay if you haven't accepted that yet. I'm happy to help you through it.”

With that, he reached for you.

Your attempts to swat his hands away did nothing, and within moments he was carrying you over to your makeshift bed among the sunflowers. You struggled in his grip the entire time, and when he set you down on the cloth, you tried to turn onto your front and get up so you could run from him again.

You cried out the second you moved, the pain from the rock that had been thrown at you still very present.

Uvogin sat over you, watching as you struggled beneath him, still desperately trying to fight and get yourself out of this despite there being no chance of such a thing happening. Your time living as an unclaimed omega had come to an end; now there was only one future for you.

Uvo was waiting for you to come to that realization.

And after a few more moments of you writhing on the ground in agony, it seemed that you did realize that.

You looked back up to him, and once more shook your head.

“Please don't,” you begged again, “I don't want this.”

That time, instead of speaking, Uvo leaned in so he could press his face against your neck. Your attempts at pushing him away were even less effective than when you had tried to keep his hands off of you earlier, and you soon stopped fighting him, keeping your eyes squeezed shut while you bit your lip.

With your neck exposed to him, your scent was clearer now more than ever, and Uvogin couldn't keep himself from pressing his lips against your skin. It was a tame kiss by his standards, yet you shuddered when he pulled his lips away, and when he looked back at you, he saw tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as your lip wobbled in frustration.

He inhaled again, and that time he caught a scent of something new: a very, very faint hint of arousal.

He smirked.

“As much as you like to deride other ranks for acting on instinct, you aren't much different,” he said to you, “I've only kissed you once and you're already beginning to reciprocate.”

“But it makes sense,” Uvo continued, “you've been all by yourself here for a long time, haven't you? Riding out all those heats on your own while waiting for your alpha to come for you.”

“No,” you said.

“You did the right thing in getting rid of those others; they would've ruined you,” he added while ignoring your protest, “but you don't need to worry about dirtying your hands with that sort of thing anymore; I'll be here to keep you safe from here on out.”

“No,” you said again, but this time it came out weaker.

You didn't try to fight him when he pushed your skirts out of the way so he could position himself between your legs, nor did you try to push him away when he pressed his lips against your neck again.

This time he included teeth as he bit down, and the cry you let out went straight to his dick.

Blood was dripping from his mouth when he pulled away and looked at you once more, and this time he saw that you were full-on crying when your eyes met.

“Please d-”

He silenced you by taking your lips in a kiss, and the muffled noise that came from you sounded like a mixture of both want and fear.

Whatever the conflict going on within you, Uvogin would see to it that it was put to rest.

[novasdarling]

Hello! Can I request something for yan Uvogin? I absolutely love how you write for him. I was thinking something like he gets too rough during sex (whether the sex itself was a punishment or just regular sex is up to you!) and he ends up hurting his darling? (For example he breaks a bone or ends up choking them out)

He would, he really would. Just break something of yours when he's angry or super into it and be like "oh shit... well anyway"

TW: Kidnapping Implied, Noncon, Broken Limbs, Blood Mentioned, Death Mentioned and Sorta Depicted, Crying, Yandere

Begging Won't Help

It was foolish to think you could have gotten away from him. That you actually had a shot at getting far enough that he wouldn’t have found you. Though, on the other end, you would also been an idiot to pass up on this chance, to just not run when you had a clear path. Had someone willing to offer. A kind citizen who just wanted to help, who pitied the poor battered and bruised you left alone in this abandoned building. It was their own kindness that landed them in Uvogin’s hands. They had prompted you up, holding you so you could walk, most of your energy going. Helping you get out faster than you could have on your own. Things had been going so well, how were you to know he would be back so soon? You could have sworn he only left a day ago. That should have given you more time, yet, here he was. Peering down at the both of you. The man holding you up, with his hand under your arm, by your chest and yours over his shoulder. You knew how it looked to him. It wouldn’t just be running away from him, no he would see it as also cheating. Getting help from another man, he would over react and see it as more. The look in his eye told you, you were right.

He was fast, throwing you to the side so he could focus on the man. Uvogin grabbed him, crushing his arm that was previously on you. Squeezing tighter and tighter until you heard that familiar crunch of bones breaking within seconds. The man screamed, but it was cut short when Uvogin threw him against the wall. You assumed he was dead when he went silent. Even if he wasn’t, he’d be dead shortly. Uvogin never let people live. In his eyes, they didn’t deserve to live. No one who couldn’t fight him adequately should get any mercy, but you and even that was subjected to appeal. 

The man was left there, blood pooling from his mouth and nose. Cuts littered his body adding to the puddle of blood he was now laying in. A scene you had seen from him before when he decided to let you come with him for work. Scenes worse than this, ones that still haunted you.

Uvogin’s attention was now on you. A burning fire behind them, fueled by anger. This was the worst you had ever screwed up, worse than any other attempts you made to get away. At least those times he took it as a game of cat and mouse. A hunt he greatly enjoyed. This time, it was different. You weren't alone, you weren’t out there waiting to be caught by him. You had someone helping you. It didn’t matter you didn’t know him, that he just so happened to find you here. All Uvogin saw was red. His hands were now on you, grabbing and dragging you out of the room. Back further into the building, back to the room he kept you in. Seemingly uncaring when your feet couldn’t keep up, letting you fall multiple times until he finally picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Carrying on with his walk. All there was to do was fall limp in his arms as you watched the room where the man’s body was still laying leave your vision. There was nothing to do, nowhere to go, and no way to get out of his grip. Once Uvogin had his hands on you, there was no easy way to get out. All you could do was cry, beg for mercy, and ask for forgiveness. 

You were thrown on the bed, Uvogin not bothering to let you down gently. Clearly not caring about your safety or feelings. Forgetting you were still recovering from the last time he lost his temper. You knew how he could be, blinded by rage and a need to attack. There was no way you were getting out of this, his eyes were staring down at you. Holding an emotion that you were all too familiar with. The only choice was to submit and tell him how sorry you were. Before he could speak, yell at you for running away again, for seeking help from another, a man. You began to cry, telling him how sorry you were, that he was some random guy. He offered you help and you should have said no. Get your story out so his mind didn't have time to wander. Didn't have time to create a fake narrative in his head, but as he spoke. You realized you were too late. He was far too gone.

“You’re telling me some man just happened to stroll by? Just happened to offer you help?” 

As unbelievable as it was, it was true. You had no idea who that man had been. Or even how he got here. The building was falling apart, some old factory that had been abandoned for probably over a century. Buried deep in some forest, according to Uvogin it wasn’t on any map. It was on the outskirts of some town that had been long and forgotten. It made no sense why he was here, this logic would harm your excuses. 

“How fucking dumb do you think I am? What was he? Your past boyfriend? Huh, were you going to run off with him?” 

Uvogin was now on you, holding you down to the bed while he yelled in your face. There was no logic in what he was saying, you knew that. Even if you did know that man, how were you able to communicate? Logic that escaped him in his state. Another thing you'd have to pay for.

You continued to cry. Worrying about what he had planned. You never got off without punishments, when you were lucky it was just him making you beg. Pray for forgiveness, kiss his feet, anything to make you look like a pathetic little creature appealing to a god for mercy. But most of the time, you weren't so fortunate. He tended to favour a harsher way of teaching a lesson. One where it involved spreading your legs to him. As his eyes began to wander your body, it was obvious he was leaning towards his favoured method. 

“I think” One of his hands wandered down to your legs, caressing your thigh before pushing your legs apart. “I know a way to make me feel a bit better though.” 

Your legs were spread, allowing him to settle in between them. Making himself comfortable. His grip stayed on your thighs, making sure you didn’t attempt to close them or fight when he began to remove your clothes. The last bit of resistance you had was to shut your eyes. Block out the sight of him as he continued to remove any barriers between the two of you. Trying to ignore the feeling of his hands stroking your bare skin. After a while you could, you were able to pretend his touches were from a lover trying something new and not from the monster who took you. His hands were down stripping you, deciding to push your legs up, placing them over his shoulders. A position he favoured when he wanted you to feel everything, when he desired to get as deep as possible. You pictured him as your old celebrity crush, pretending he was the one you could feel against your entrance. That it was him naked between your legs, not Uvogin.

“Hey! Open your eyes.” His grip was getting firmer on your thighs. Both hands now squeezed them as he kept them in place. “Look at me.” 

Wavering your options, determining it was best to listen to him. To not dig yourself into a deeper hole. You looked at him, trying to ignore how he gazed at you. As if you were no more than something of his, his toy to do with however he pleased. You had no power against him, you both knew that. You couldn’t even close your eyes and escape that way from him now. He wouldn’t allow it. He needed you to look at him, watch as he punished you. 

“Were you thinking of him? Thinking of him saving you, of him fucking you?” 

He squeezed tighter and tighter on your thighs, making you squirm and thrash against him. It was getting worse, his grip was getting worse, and he wasn’t letting go. He had riled himself up with the idea of that man, of what he thought was true. Delusions were taking over, becoming true to him. Believing his own thoughts no matter how ludicrous they sounded. You couldn’t get through to him, Uvogin was glaring at you as he squeezed. Eyes not leaving yours. Ignoring how you cried, begging him to stop. It wasn't until he heard the sound of one of your thigh bones being crushed that he looked away. Letting his grip on your other leg loosen as he stared at the broken leg.  Ignoring your cries as he examined your leg. Seeing how bad it was. You cried for him to stop, to just let you be. To not touch you, but he wasn't listening. Uvogin slowly lowered your leg as he moved. Placing it straight as can be next to your other leg. As gentle as he was attempting to be, the pain was still agonizing. Worse than when he snapped your ankle or arm.

"Shit"

It wasn't what he had planned, sure he wanted to break something of yours, but he knew he was going away in a week and leaving you unable to move properly wasn't a good idea. You were barely recovered from when he sprained your ankle a month ago. All he wanted to do was fuck you over and over again. Possibly even show you the dead body again and gloat until you were in tears and trying to hide your face in his cheat. This wasn't what he wanted, your broken leg meant work for him. It meant he had to be more careful when he played with you. Something he hated and clearly wasn't good with. As Uvogin went off to get something to help set the wound, leaving you on the beg crying and caressing your leg. All he could think about was how annoying this was going to be.

[skyyletai]

I don't want to offend anyone, but I'M SO TIRED THAT ALMOST EVERY ONESHOT ABOUT CHROLLO X READER TAKES PLACE IN A HOUSE OR HOTEL😭😭😭😭😭 SO, WHY NOT EATERS??? SUPERMARKETS???? CINEMAS??? FOREST, MARS, ANOTHER GALAXY??? I DON’T UNDERSTAND 😭😭😭 (no, I understand that because of Chrollo’s “profession” they always have to be on the run, but I’m tired of it 😖😣) it would be so cool to play out, for example, the fact that the reader ends up in hxh, the main plot doesn’t interfere, just works as a waitress and then BAM! SHE SEES SEVERAL TROUPE MEMBERS ENTERING THE CAFE.

just imagine what it would be like to be in such a situation. you are in a new world, which is not a fact that you are completely familiar with. you have nothing and no one, you are completely alone and vulnerable. But thank God, there were people who decided to help you with work and housing.

and here you are standing on the threshold of the kitchen, with a tray in your hands and hearing eerily familiar names.

you don't dare look. you don’t dare turn your head. you imagined meeting almost every character from this universe (everyone you remembered). each time you tried to follow the script you wrote in your mind. “don't show it. pretend you don't know them at all. pretend they don’t exist.”

but here you cannot ignore them. you can’t just leave here, this cafe is very small and you are the only waitress here, the only one who delivers orders, although what does it matter, you need to run away from here as far and as quickly as possible-

Uvo’s loud cry about “how this pop music here irritates him” brought you to your senses.

no. you can't run away. you can't show your fear. it can only make things worse.

with heavy, as “smooth” steps as possible, you approach the table.

there are three of them.

“come on Uvo, this song isn’t that bad,” Shalnark assured kindly.

“this is not a song, but complete rubbish,” Uvogin practically spat out.

the third guest just grinned.

you swallowed. with every step they repeated in their heads “just take the order, just take the order, just take the order.” hands tightly grip a notepad and gel pen. your fingers are cold and sticky, the sound of low heels echoes loudly in your head, your heart strives to burst with each new, as it seemed to you, loud beat. you were afraid they might hear it.

everything was mixed up in my head. it all seemed like some kind of surreal dream. like in the first 2 years when you woke up in this world. you are already opposite them.

“good afternoon, what-”

“miss, are you okay?” a quiet, worried voice, like a slap in the face, made you flinch.

"what?" you stammered frantically.

you just now realized that Uvogin and Shalnark are no longer talking. vice versa. they look at you quietly.

“you are crying.” replied Chrollo.

the script failed miserably.

[justyanderes]

Hello~ I love your yandere writings and I wanted to ask how would yan Uvo, nobunaga, and phinks react to a darling that after being kidnapped gets sick, not anything life threatening but enough where they don’t have a choice but to depend on them💕

😌 here you are anon hope you like these! Thanks for enjoying my work

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NOBU is so taken aback by how you behave once you become ill. Before you had been so upset when he found you, you hadn't even wanted him to look let alone touch you. But now here you were with a simple fever clinging on to Nobunaga insisting he was just the only one keeping you warm right now. He would be a damn liar if he didn't say he thoroughly enjoyed having you sick. Even if it means you continue to suffer a little longer he hopes it will last another day. Just so he can continue to feel you so cold yet so close beside him.

Uvo isn't really sure if he likes seeing you sick or not. It's certainly a vast contrast to the person you were just a week ago. You tried attempting to bite Uvo's ear off. (it didn't work of course but uvo had to respect your spunk) Right now you barely have the strength to stand on your own. Which makes it easy for him to get closer to you. Helping you sit up to eat, bathe and take your meds. You practically cling on to Uvo, which makes him want to be happy with the situation. You weren't really in reality right now- definitely not enough to notice it's him and not your dead ex that's hard at work to get you back to full health. "thanks,babe". Is the last thing you say before drifting off to sleep.

Phinks hates the fact he has to see you like this. He feels distraught at how you just continue to cough. Sometimes even going into fits that last far too long. He makes sure you are comfortable with enough pillows and blankets to keep you warm. You stopped your attempts to get away thanks to getting sick but you need his help to make sure you don't spill any of the hot tea he offers you on to your own lap. Phinks just wants you to get better. So he doesn't notice in the slightest when you start to hold on to him a few moments longer than you normally would. he kisses your forehead before leaving to get you something more nutritious to eat.

[rotten-pomegranate]

Uvogin headcannons

If I post this and it’s not done don’t judge it’s just because I didn’t add you to drafts bbg @baked-mango and ignore any spelling mistakes because I have long ass nails on right now

Idk these are smut and fluff and yandere I’m rlly tired rn this might be everywhere

𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺

He picks you up and just walks around with you way to much, he won’t put you down if you ask either, you have to give him somthing if you want him to put you down (eyebrow wiggle)



he’s a great cook, makes some meals that would get gorden Ramsey asking for the recipe but chooses to get fast food

If you do something to mark him as yours like spraying your purfume in him, leaving hickey on his neck and not letting him cover them he might actually go crazy

He loves getting high with you, and doing the thing where he blows smoke into your mouth, he also likes fucking you while your both high

He steals sweet little things for you, like cute necklaces, bracelets, some nice earrings you’ve been eyeing, just don’t ask if anyone died so you could have them

He has 10 million pillows and like 1 blanket, his bed is massive to, like he has an Alaskan king next to another Alaskan king with one big costume made bed sheet

His house is baren, he doesn’t decorate, you’ll have to do all that, also the only thing in his fridge in some hot sauce and beer he may have a jar of pickles from time to time

I hope you don’t like doors because he breaks them down at least once a day

Nsfw

Hes a switch but you literally can’t top him like look at him

He loves power dynamic role play, like he’s a lord and your a slave that’s trying to get out of trouble or he’s a god and your a worshipper so you show him just how much you worship him

He also likes bondage just the satisfaction of tying you up and you not Being able to do a damn thing about it while he gets to do whatever he wants to you

If you call him master he’s fucking you right where you are he doesn’t give a shit he’ll pull you into the bathroom if you call him master

He adores when you bite him, it doesn’t do anything but he loves it

He loves pet play where he gets to put a cute little collar on you and he gets to punish you every time you do something bad

His aftercare is a 10/10 he runs a bath and gets in with you, if your lucky he’s ordered your favourite food and drink to, if you fall asleep no trouble he’ll just pick you up and snuggle into bed with you

©rotten-pomegranate- All rights reserved, don’t steal, translate, copy, plagiarize, claim my work as your own or post it on other platforms.

[phinkstotallywould]

INCOMING RANT: maybe spoilers for some people,

I reappeared like a sleeper agent

So…. I…. I just did a catch up with the hxh manga. I don’t know who these people were specifically, or what that note said… But I’m angry now. the Phantom Troupe were so close to being the worlds greatest theater kids, till they were broken. And now my whole ass heart hurts. This is a play by play of my rant to my friends in the discord. It was a very mild and light reaction, as you can probably tell.

Chrollo reminded me of Gon, so much so that it hurt my heart. Look at the hope in this kids eyes. LOOK AT IT!!!!!!

GOOFY!!! ASS!!! CINNAMON!!!! ROLL!!!

THE SWEETEST KID OF THE BLOCK!!!!

And Uvo’s goofy ass hair!!!!!

PHINKS HAD A GUMBY!!!

AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH FEITAN’S HAIR!!!!

I need more of them as children, it makes me happy…. But also extremely sad.

Thank you all for coming to my Ted talk.