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milazka · 3 years

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someone said they left together |𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝.

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warnings: sex, swearing, choking, underrage drinking, little age gap.

last thought: sorry for the delay! i had to finish all my exams before starting this and i had the white page syndrom for a few days, but now i’m back! i hope you will like it! love, milz.

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The warm weather of September had recently given way to the raining days of October. It has always been her least favorite month; first, she was forced to remain confined to the four walls of her home. Second, she hated halloween and everything that came with it. Third, her father always spent most of his time in the hospital due to limited staff resources or locked in his office with his patients files. Rain flowing down her window accompanied by Sweater Weather echoing in her dimly lit room only makes her boredom worse. She misses the summer evenings working on Marcus' motorcycle or staying up until the early hours of the morning, drinking cheap wine on the roof of her house.

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

A shiver runs down her spine at the words. It’s been more than a week since his perfectly shaped face was buried between her shaking thighs; she can still remember exactly how his big paw-like hands gripping her thighs felt. Her face heats up and flush at the thought of being in that position with him again. It had been more than a year since she had orgasmed this hard with a man.

Realising her father will most likely be stuck in his office for the whole evening, she slips on her favorite oversized flannel over her black hoodie and grabs the camera on her desk before walking down the hardwood stairs.

"I'm going to be at Marcus'!" she shouts to his dad who looks at a white sheet of paper, eyebrows furrowed. "Just text me if you're leaving for the hospital so I know you need me to come back and take care of Brady," she pets the little dog on the head before closing the door behind her.

The droplets of rain glide along her face despite her hood pulled back over her head. As soon as she reaches Marcus’ bedroom window, she can’t help but laugh at his awkward position; he is laying on his bed, his head upside down in the void.

“Are you drunk, stoned, or just stupid?” she looks amused, a smile slipping on her lips as she stands in front of him, taking a picture of him with her disposable camera.

“All of them,” he smiles clumsily, patting the mattress on his left to encourage her to lay down by his side. Upside down like him, she feels the blood flowing to her head, making her feel a bit lightheaded.

“Why don’t we join Max and the others downstairs?” she suggests, sitting at the end of his bed, feeling the blood leave her head. “We have nothing else to do and you already smoked the last blunt without me,” she emphasizes the fact that he didn't wait for her, which amuses him.

“Alright, let me change and I'll meet you downstairs,” he sighs; he knows that she gets along with her twin and her friends more than him.

The multicolored lights flash to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes take a few moments to get used to the intense lighting while she pours some vodka and orange juice in a red solo cup.

“Hey pretty girl, would you pour me one of those?” this voice, she could recognize it among hundreds. She turns around instantly, meeting two ocean irises and a smile that awakens millions of butterflies in her tummy.

“Harry!” she smiles, slipping her arms around his neck, burying her nose in the crook of his neck while his hands grab her hips firmly. The familiar fragrance of Giorgio Armani tickles her senses, bringing back memories from two years ago. “I thought you were still in Indiana?” she says, pulling back from the hug to face him.

God, she missed those blue eyes and perfect blond hair.

“I’m just visiting my family for the week,” his hands lightly squeeze her hips like he used to do, making her weak in the knees. “Jordan told me Maxine was having a little get together and I had nothing better to do,“ he laughs, deliberately omitting to say that he was hoping to run into her.

“I missed you,” she admits, her thumb caressing his cheek.

“I missed you too, pretty girl,” he kisses the palm of her hand, making her blush and lose the last ounce of self control that she had left.

He was her first.

Her first kiss.

Her first date.

Her first 'i love you'

Her first time.

Her first heartbreak.

It’s probably the emotion of the moment mixed with the alcohol flowing in her veins, but her eyes get lost in his and their lips collide in a fiery kiss. She can taste the last bit of beer on his lips when she bites his bottom lip, stealing a grunt from him that makes her core throb in desire. Both of his hands cup her face as his tongue slips into her mouth to move in sync with hers.

“Take me to your place,” she whimpers against his lips, pulling on his belt so that their crotches collide.

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“Have you seen Charlie?” Marcus asks Abby as he pours himself a drink.

“Last time I saw her, she was with Harry,” she answers, grabbing a few cans of beer in her hands.

His heart tightens at the mention of this name. Harry was Charlie's first boyfriend and her first heartbreak. Marcus clearly remembers the day he picked her up in crumbs after they decided to break up because Harry was going to Indiana to play quarterback for the University of Notre Dame. Marcus never really liked him; Harry had always had a reputation for sleeping with girls and wasn't the type to have girlfriends. It surprised everyone in school the day he arrived hand in hand with Charlie. She was the first girl to win his heart. Six years younger than him, she had him wrapped around her finger for two years.

“Do you know where they are?” he tries to look unaffected by the whole thing.

“Someone said they left together,” Brodie shrugs, taking a sip of his beer, not noticing the way Marcus' face drops.

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As soon as they reach Harry’s room, his lips meet hers while he waste no time to sit her on his old school desk. Her fingers lace across his hips, pulling him close to get the friction she is desperate for. Her hands find their place at the back of his neck while he grabs the bottom of her black hoodie, peeling it off her body in no time and does the same thing with her jeans. Charlie starts to grind on his crotch, moaning silently at the feeling of his hard on.

“Fuck… you’re…so hot...” his jaw goes sharp in hunger as he takes a look at her perfect boobs squeezed in a forest green lace bra. She almost rips his shirt off when she pulls the black clothing from him, biting her bottom at the sight of his toned chest. His lips are reddened and swollen from the kiss, hair messy like she loves. Her hands roam his chest, feeling his abs tense under her touch. She squeeze her legs around his hips, sending him a clear message of her intentions.

“Eager, ma’am?” he teases her, slowly unzipping his belt until his erection is only contained in his briefs. He presses his hard on against her core, rubbing himself up and down. The whimpers leaving Charlie’s parted lips are like music to his ears as his lips suck the sensitive skin of her neck. “Fuck, I’ve missed this…” she moans, tugging at the roots of his hair while his mouth works wonder on her neck.

In one harsh motion, he lays her down on his bed, hovering above her until his lips crash against hers. His hand slides down into her underwear, running two of his fingers up her slit. She groans when his fingers graze her clit, slowly circling the bundle of nerves.

“Please… I want you,” she begs, her hands grabbing his biceps.

“Say it again,” he demands, applying more pressure on her clit until she starts to squirm under him.

“I want you,” she cries out. “I fucking need you.”

Charlie’s legs spread open on either side of him, he grabs the lace underwear off her body, lifting her legs up in the air as he slides the material off her ankles. Completely naked on his bed, she remembers the first time they did it, how safe she felt with him. She blushes when she notices the way he bites his bottom lips as his gaze travels down her body. He pulls out a silver square foil from his jeans pocket, ripping the corner open.

“You sure about this?” he asks one last time in all seriousness. She nods quickly, lifting herself on her elbows to kiss his plump lips. A smirk curves up his face as he wraps one of her thighs around his waist and throws the other over his shoulder, kissing the ankle bone next to his head. He takes his tip, running it up and down her slit in tease. Holding himself in place, he slowly push his hips forward, a whimper escaping the back of her throat at the so desired feeling. He lets out a heavy exhale when his hips meet the back of her thighs.

“Fuck Charlz...you feel so good,” he cusses in pleasure.

He slowly pulls back and rolls forward, letting her get adjusted to him. She feels lightheaded; she missed this feeling of fulfillment that he had always given her and the way he can be gentle and rough with her at the same time.

“Harry...fuck, harder…” she moans, eager for him to rock his body into hers. He immediately picks up speed, sending a wave of warmth pleasure in her lower stomach. Trembling whines leave her parted lips as he rolls his hips in a perfect rhythm. He had always known what angles and speed felt good for her, he loved to watch her lose control under his touch. Her stomach starts to spin, the familiar warm feeling starting to grow in her lower abdomen.

“Shit, right there!” she cries out, her nails digging into his skin.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he encourages her, squeezing her hips firmly to the point of leaving a dark red mark. She hums, eyes shut under the pleasure. His hands slide further up her body, meeting her throat where he wraps both hands. The pornographic moan that escapes her lips when he applies pressure around her throat makes his dick twitch.

“You missed being choke, didn’t you?” he whispers darkly, rocking his hips harder to hit the right spot. She whines in response, clenching around him as his grip on her becomes tighter. He crashes his lips on hers, kissing her without slowing down his pace. She digs her hands into his hair, yanking it hard. He moans into the kiss, his hand around her throat tightening.

“You still like it when I pull your hair?” she says in a cocky way, pulling his blond locks harder. She knows he likes to be in control. He grunts into the top of her shoulders, rocking his body roughly into her. He brings his thumb in her mouth, lubricating it with her own saliva before bringing it between their bodies. She gasps at the sudden feeling on her sensitive nerves, whining as he starts to circle it with the pad of his thumb. It doesn’t take long for her to start feeling the familiar feeling of her orgasm. Her jaw drops as she feels the wave of bliss rolling up her body.

“Oh shit!” she screams, her core pulsating around him and her head getting filled with hot air.

“Give it to me, pretty girl,” his raspy voice sends her over the edge and he soon follows, thrusting fast into her as they both ride out their orgasm. His forehead crashes to her chest in total exhaustion, heavy breath leaving his parted lips. They both catch their breath, his hands engulfing her sides. He slowly pulls up and locks his eyes into hers.

“I’ve really missed you, pretty girl.”

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prose-for-hire · 4 years

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I know what you did last Halloween...

Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Pairing: Scooby gang x reader (platonic)

This is a platonic story with the reader as part of the Scooby gang. Set season 3. It’s going to be a small multi-parted serial killer/slasher fic for Halloween. Reader lives with Giles, but is not related. The deaths in this part are not described in much detail.

Not sure how popular it’ll be with you guys, but I’ve enjoyed writing it so far !! 🖤🦇

Warning: It is a serial killer fic, main characters are going to die (I’m sorry, it’s Halloween). Violence. Blood mention. Threat.

Sunnydale Scare? Scythe-wielding killer strikes again

Sunnydale Express, October 1999.

Sunnydale High school, not used to such horror inflicted on their student body since Principal Flutie’s unfortunate death in office [His memorial will be on the 31st as his family reveal it was his favorite time of year].

The scythe-wielding killer, who was seen wearing all-black with a festive mask, has claimed his most recent victims. Two members of the swim team found themselves in hot water after they were found with brutal and fatal injuries. The wounds matched the scythe that is commonly associated with the widely termed ‘Sunnydale slasher’.

It makes us wonder at the Sunnydale Express, why and how this idyllic town has managed to create such a monster?

You and the Scoobies were good friends. You helped save the world more than once whilst fighting algebra homework and Principal Snyder. You had moved from your hometown to Sunnydale at the same time as Buffy, meeting her on your first day and becoming best friends since that day. You had moved into Giles’ spare room after your parents had wanted to move on again. You had been sucked into the slaying and you couldn’t leave the others. Giles had been very accommodating and very much like a parental figure. Things had been going well, you were close to graduating and finally getting the hell out of there until one life-changing event that would forever be ingrained in your minds.

You and your friends were sat around the school canteen. The mood was pretty low and you were collectively checking over your shoulders every so often. You had been discussing the latest spate of murders. Surprisingly, it was widely covered by various news outlets and hadn’t been brushed under the rug as the usual demon relating killings were.

Buffy and Faith had been doing double patrolling, making sure there was always someone out after dark. Giles had been pleased but he wasn’t aware of the real reason. Although he had noted a difference in your mood in the past year. Despite the extra patrolling, no matter how many demon-snitches they beat up and threatened, there was no changing the answer they didn’t want to hear.

“So this… slasher? He’s-it’s-she’s-?” Xander spluttered through the pronouns in his disbelief.

“Yep. Human” Buffy shrugged, sighing and staring down at her food. Nobody had eaten anything. The lunch you all had set out in front of you was just for show. None of you could stomach much at the moment.

“Shouldn’t we have found them by now?” Willow wondered, her brow furrowing in frustration.

“It could be anyone. And I’m guessing they’re not exactly wearing their ‘I’m a killer come catch me’ sweater”

“Yeah, Giles says he’s gonna look into it, but unless it says ‘Scythe killer was here’ in one of those big old books…” You tail off as Buffy picks up your sentence.

“We’ve got zip. Nothing” Buffy nodded again. Conversation then turned. You had been in a deep discussion of something in low murmurs, that was until your best friends boyfriend walked in. A dead silence blanketed your table.

“The blank stares and silence make me feel at home” oz deadpanned and you all laughed slightly too loud at this. He squinted around the room, shrugged and then kissed Willow’s forehead before staring around at the odd vibe. He had noticed that none of you had been the same for at least a year, but anytime he tried to talk to Willow about it she just shook her head vigorously and locked herself in a different room until he dropped it.

“Well, I have some place to be that’s else. Or about three tables that way” He gestured with his head to where one of his bandmates were sat. Willow assured him she would come over and sit with them in a minute. After you finished a very important conversation.

“I can’t do this anymore, lying to him hurts my heart” Willow said sadly, shifting uncomfortably as if her heart was physically aching her, “I have to tell him”

“And how’re you gonna do that exactly, Will? Oh, hey there Oz remember last Halloween, well we-” Xander cut in harshly, trying to make Will be realistic.

“Stop it! We can’t talk about this here. Anyone could overhear, they already suspect I’m a slayer” Buffy said firmly.

“We have big mouths, sorry” You shrug, smiling tightly.

“This isn’t funny!” She snapped, the events of last year had her wound even more tightly than usual. She had more responsibility than she could handle on her shoulders as it was, let alone this secret weighing down on her like a

“I’m not laughing, Buff… I’m sorry” You whisper. You did feel guilty. You felt horrible. Some nights you barely slept, and when you did you had these horrible nightmares.

Oh, right. That guy that you killed. Well, it was a total accident and you were all very sorry at the time. I mean, you still are. But, thing is, you just didn’t happen to tell anyone or alert the correct authorities. Must have slipped your mind.

Let me paint the picture in case you managed to forget…

Last Halloween, you and your friends had been attending a Halloween party. Your collective night off from saving the world. Oz, who didn’t appear to be wearing a costume, had explained it was a shindig and you had all enjoyed the live music and spooky theme. Even Buffy had managed to relax.

Buffy had chosen little red riding hood and Willow was dressed as a knight in historically accurate chainmail. Cordelia was a cat, it was the back-up she always had in case her first choice fell through. She had shrugged, at least she looked good in it. You had decided on a werewolf, after apologising profusely to Oz who didn’t appear phased.

Xander was walking around in a karate outfit, something about being inspired by the copious violence he enjoyed on screen. Every so often he did a karate chop in mid-air and you and your friends would share a collective eye roll. Especially when he chopped some jock guy that he spent the rest of the evening hiding from. Whereas Faith was wearing as little as possible and appeared to be dressed as herself.

The band was playing decent music and the atmosphere was electric. You and Buffy had danced together while Willow and Xander laughed by the punch bowl. Out of nowhere, Faith joined the both of you and muscled you out of the way to dance with Buffy. You rolled your eyes, but knew better than to make a fuss so you went back to your other friends and joined them in conversation.

Buffy had borrowed her Mom’s car and had sneaked out while Joyce was sleeping. Joyce had been feeling a little under the weather and hadn’t noticed. When it was time to leave, she drove (badly) through the streets to drop everyone home. Oz was doing another set and would get a ride with the rest of his band.

You were squished in the back with Cordy, Xander and Willow. Faith had called shotgun. There were more people than there should be, with Cordy sitting precariously on Xander’s lap. It meant you and Willow were crushed together sharing an annoyed look as the pair continued to kiss.

Buffy looked out of the side window for a nicer view and managed to hit something in the road. You all screamed as she broke suddenly. You had hit something. Something big. You all got out to investigate and saw that it was a man. You went and shook his shoulder and he immediately sat up and grabbed at you. His grip tight and strong. You screamed as you looked at his face, there were fangs and his face looked bumpy. The others saw it too and Buffy pulled you away as Faith moved in and staked him.

The man struggled for a moment before going still. Blood had started to run from his heart and the stake that had been stabbed through it. You all just stared.

“W-why isn’t he going poof?” Willow whispered as you all just stared in horror. He had been human after all.

“It was a costume!” You shrieked in horror. Everyone’s blood turned cold.

“We’ll have to bury him” Faith said quickly. Xander stayed silent, his eyes glazed in fear.

“We can’t!” Buffy said firmly.

“Look, it’s that or another stint in juvey and I’m not goin’ back there” Faith muttered and you all frowned, having not realised she had ever been.

“I think we should see if he has any ID, maybe we could-” You started, Willow nodding along.

“No, Faith’s right. We bury him” Xander said suddenly.

“Who made you decision-gal?” Buffy said, her usual fun language lost on the moment as she stared through Faith.

“I’m a slayer too, B. You’re not the boss” Faith tilted her head to the side and shrugged. You paused, thinking it over for a while.

“Buff, we can’t risk it. You and Faith are needed here – we can’t go to prison” You sigh, not sure if you fully believed what you were saying.

“Th-that’s actually true…” Willow said eventually, not looking anyone in the eye. It was hurting her conscience.

But that’s what you decided. For better or worse. You were all complicit now as you put him in the trunk and buried him in the graveyard in the early hours of the morning.

Nobody spoke as the sun started to rise and the plot you had chosen was no longer vacant. It had been hard to come to terms with ever since.

Missing – have you seen this man?

Sunnydale Express, 1998. November 2nd.

Mr Bates of Sunnydale California has been missing since Halloween night. Last seen leaving a party in the early hours. His wife and children are anticipating his return, although with the current rate of people vanishing often with no trace the Express, with their condolences, fears that Mr Bates may be one of a hundred Sunnydale citizens on Halloween night that will never return to their families.

This begs the question, where are all the missing going? Sunnydale has one of the largest cases of missing persons never being found in the state of California and statistics suggest it has the highest number compared to towns in neighboring states.

It had been a few days and something had shifted. Your friend’s mood was lower than ever and you were really worried about her. The guilt was eating away at her. It was so bad she finally had to talk to someone about it. Buffy was the most outwardly guilty one of you all. Covering for this went against everything she believed in. Fought for. Which is why she was probably being targeted the most.

You closed your locker and jumped, she had been standing behind it, waiting for you to notice her. She gave you an apologetic glance but still asked, “Hey, y/n, can we talk?”

“Sure, I didn’t wanna go to English anyway” You smile at her as you walk to the usual place under the stairwell you would hide when you needed to talk. She pressed a note into your hand which you unfolded and read:

‘I know what you did last Halloween…’

You gasped, looking around before looking back at her for some kind of explanation, “It was in my history textbook, so, it might have been there for at least a month” Buffy said “Did you get one?” she whispered. You shook your head, nobody had left anything for you. You would remember. Buffy’s note struck a sense of fear you hadn’t felt since that night. A bubbling guilt that was squeezing your insides and threatening to spill them out. You had felt numb since then, unable to cry or even think about the events.

“We need to tell someone. Maybe Giles? I can see how much this is killing you, Buff…” You say, trying to comfort your friend the best way you knew how.

“I know, I try and I try but I can’t tell him. He’ll get all moral and Giles-y”

“Maybe we need that. What we did was stupid, but still an accident. I wish I had never agreed with Faith” You muttered as Buffy nodded along silently. She wished you hadn’t agreed with Faith too, you had been the type people came with for answers. Advice. So you agreeing with Faith was probably the deciding vote. She told you she would meet you later and appeared to be in deep thought as she walked away.

Willow and Cordy looked spooked, sitting down silently during the break between classes. Their notes had fallen out of their lockers and they were afraid they had been seen picking them up. Buffy revealed to the others hers had said the same thing just as Xander ran in, very visibly panicking and checking behind him with every step he took.

He just slammed the note in the middle of the table without comment. He had nothing he could say. No jokes could mask the horror that came with

“That settles it. We go to Giles” Buffy said firmly.

“No-” Xander tried to assert, but he was outvoted this time.

“We have to. He’ll help us, I know he will” You confirmed, “Walk home with me tonight, we’ll tell him then” This was to give you some time. None of you could face going to the library for the rest of the day.

The bell rang and it felt as if it were tolling for a funeral march. The walk to Giles’ house was slow. You had swung by Faith’s motel on your way, taking a detour as you explained you would have to tell him. She surprisingly didn’t put much of an argument against.

The door creaked open and you shouted to announce your presence. But when you get there, you felt it instantly. You dropped your bags and walked into the living room. Every step felt heavy and echoed around the room.

There he was. On the floor. Surrounded in his own blood.

Your knees buckled and you had to steady yourself against the sofa. The blood-stained sofa. Someone’s arms held you up. There were gasps and mutters but your ears were ringing, you felt very far away. He was cold, his body mutilated.

It took you longer than the others to see the new centrepiece of the room.

‘I know what you did last Halloween’ was written in what could only have been Giles’ blood smeared across the wall of his living room. It was your warning. Your note.

A warning that turned your stomach. Knocked you all sick. He was one of you and he was gone. You tuned back into the conversation around you after having stared at the words. The words meant for you. Every time you blinked, those words were now stamped into your vision.

“It’s the same thing that was written on the notes”

“Oh, I got one of those but I threw it in the trash” Faith shrugged, but she wavered. This was hard to look at.

“We’ll have to clean it up” Xander said flatly. Gesturing at the writing.

“What?! We can’t-”

“Xander Harris, your brain is barely functional anyway - but this is totally the worst thing that’s come out of your mouth!” She shouted, her voice getting higher as she continued, “I am not cleaning the bloody writing off our dead librarians wall!” She warned. They had broken up since everything had happened. Everyone collectively winced as she said Giles was dead. It hurt. It sliced too close to the bone. At least when it had been a stranger, there was some degree of separation. But now it was even worse.

“They’ll know or start to look into it - we gotta do it”

You stayed silent this time, every time someone’s eyes looked at you you kept your expression blank. Until you were handed a cloth and some bleach and you grimaced but followed the others. Cordy joined you, nodding her understanding at your blank look. She took the cloth and the liquid from your shaking hands and started to help with the clean up.

Teen scream

Sunnydale Express, October 1999.

Reports of a large number of young people are now rejecting the upcoming holiday in an attempt to preserve their lives. Many say that this is a kneejerk reaction and that many will lose out of the best years of their lives to fear – which is what the killer will want.

Despite this, there has been a curfew agreed amongst the young people of the town and the Mayor’s office, reports suggest. Time will tell if this will be kept or if it another attempt by those cautious to get a re-election rather than improving the spate of missing persons that has only doubled since the year previous.

You were all waking in a group. You couldn’t face staying at Giles’ place so you were going to stay over at Buffy’s for the night. There was still an argument going on around you that you weren’t listening to. Faith had lit up a cigarette and kept telling everyone to calm down. That nobody could know or people would be hauling you all off to jail. That you had chosen the right thing.

“I’m sick of you all, I’m going out. There’s a party down the block. Anyone coming?” She looks around. This, you had heard. You shrug, resigning yourself to it. You made plans based on alibis now. With this cynical thought, you manage to convince everyone else to come too. You never know, it might relax them.

...Or not.

You and the others all sat around in silence as the bass, and Faith, jumped around you. You barely spoke, you just stared into your cups. There had been some hugging when you first left the house but since then you all felt so alone. So disconnected despite being in this together. What you had chosen to do didn’t feel right and without your constant, your compass that had been Giles you didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, man, it’s not Halloween yet!” Someone shouted. It caught all of your attention. A collective feeling of dread. That had been before all of the screaming had started.

The figure loomed over you. Everything about him screamed menacing. He frightened you more than any demon. He was stood in a Grim reaper costume, complete with blood stained scythe. He turned, spotting you finally. He had been slicing kids down as he walked. He wasn’t aiming, just wildly enjoying the chaos he caused.

He stopped in the centre of the room, facing the group of you that had just risen to your feet. He pointed. He stood still and pointed at you all. The Scooby gang.

In that moment, you knew. You knew he was the one that was taunting you. And so did every one else.

“Well, one of us has a brief scythe of life” Buffy stated, “…and it isn’t me” She ran at him, her fists raised as Faith came up behind her. In the chaos it was hard to see what was happening, all you could feel was this descending feeling of foreboding. You knew it had happened before you saw it.

To be continued…

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shibalen · 4 years

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Hiii! could i request a bnha romantic matchup?(jewellerybox, musicbox) Any pronouns, you can call me Gigi, i’m 5’0, and pansexual.

i’m an ENFP, an aries, chaotic good/neutral. i’m very energetic, weird, disorganized, loud, honest, loyal, optimistic, creative, calm, empathetic, emotional, dramatic, active, airhead and aloof, indecisive, talkative, patient, moody. even though i’m vey energetic and talkative i’m pretty calm and can be quiet and bring my energy to a lower level to match other people’s around me.

i like collecting stuffed animals and random objects, i’m pretty competitive and aggressive, i also love competitive games especially just dance and mario kart, speaking of being aggressive i love physical fights(mainly play fights), i ask a lot of questions and kinda doze off a lot, i like to bake and i’m pretty good at it but i’m terrible at cooking, i’m sorta an airhead and out of touch with reality quite often i also get distracted quite easily, i can never tell when someone likes me even if it’s painfuly obvious, i love physical affection weather i’m giving or receiving like cuddles and hugs🥰, in general i’m quite a physical person when it comes to anything i love getting in there and doing things so i can’t stand sitting around and doing nothing unless i’m playing a video game, I really like preforming, loud noises, rain, sunsets, rainbows, music, food and sleep. i love animals especially little ones like frogs, snails, ducks, rabbits and cats, i love thunderstorms, and im really good at comforting and calming down people if they’re really stressed, sad or angry. i love romance stories or just casually seeing two people out on the street in love it just makes me happy. my sister is really hot headed and doesn’t like to admit she’s wrong so i’m used to dealing with her attitude and anger, but my parents and brother are pretty easy going and calmer so i’m also used to that, i hate spiders and the dark. i’ve been told i’m the cinnamon roll and crackhead of my friendgroup and great at giving advice although i suck at giving myself advice. i’m quite chaotic, clumsy, and random and i tend to do dangerous things with out thinking them through. i also love gymnastics, climbing things and obstacle courses. i like sunsets and going on walks or just being outside during them. i also love going on fun “adventures” with people. my cousins and i would make up new games to play all the time. i love snow and sledding but i hate the cold so i’m always bundled up. i procrastinate way too much and usually forget things. i get along with most people and i’m pretty open minded. i usually say what’s on my mind even oft it’s not appropriate for the moment, i’m fairly honest to people, and i love theatre even though i’m not the best singer at least my acting and dancing are decent. also thank you in advance 💛🐌

♡︎ matchup for anon

hi! this was a toughie but i finally came to the best decision (◡ ω ◡) put it under the cut because the request itself is already quite long. i hope you enjoy!!

bnha: i match you with . . .

ochako uraraka !!

• there are a lot of points to make but the biggest of them all is that how comfortable you would make each other feel. you have several similar traits such as bubbliness(?), honesty and positivity. in addition, with Ochako there's an endless stream of compliments, little favours and soft touches that assure you you're never alone.

• asdfghjk that was the first bullet and i'm already in love

• i think there is something very special about having a s/o that reacts to things the same way you do. it creates a bond without neither of you having to exchange long conversations. usually these are during moments of happiness or excitement that the two of you just click.

• the trust between you and Ocha is simply otherworldly. you're so open with each other, able to talk about almost anything and knowing you have someone who supports you regardless of anything.

• i am convinced she was crushing on you, her best friend, for the longest time. everything about you and what you did was mesmerising. Ocha stopped counting how many times she caught herself in a daze, staring at you with warm cheeks (´･ᴗ･`)

• you were so oblivious to her feelings though she wanted to cry. luckily there was Mina who called together a whole operation featuring most of class 1-A to get you two together!

• they worked so hard to get you alone or hint Ochako's feelings for you. it was almost comical how badly they failed each time though . . . when she was bummed out about the series of failures sitting by herself you asked her what was wrong.

• obviously she was too embarrassed to tell you but you began worrying that it was something much worse.

• "Ocha, you can tell me anything but i understand if you don't want to. i'll give you some space if that helps you feel better."

• The next second she leaped up, grabbing her hand in yours. "no, Gigi! it's not that."

• "i love you, Ochako. i will keep all of your secrets."

• "wait. . . you love me? like 'in love with me'?"

• "well. . . yeah"

• and so you ended up accidentally confessing instead ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Ochako almost faint and had to lie down but all's well that ends well.

• your energy and dramatic acts never fail to make her laugh. it's so infectious i swear both of you end up rolling on the floor and clutching your stomachs in laughter over something stupid.

• just because you're literally the most wholesome couple in existence doesn't mean you'll have any mercy on the other in any competition though.

• playing mario kart? banana peels and shells, this is war and we die like Daichi (oops wrong fandom—) on a brisky jog? y'all run a marathon just to win. though you probably simultaneously end up getting distracted by a cat or a rainbow aww

• if you can't take care of yourself Ochako sure will. she'll give you her best advice and remind you of your deadlines. she's not below taking away your cuddling rights either, don't test her >:(

• Ochako is the softest person to cuddle with! after an exhausting day of working of assignments she holds to close to her while you're both bundled in a blanket and snacking.

• whether you're chatting or watching a movie she usually ends up making you cute little hairdo, like piggytails or just putting colourful hairclips in your hair.

• your dates include sport dates which means just doing anything active like going climbing or long walks, going to theatres (usually nearby ones to support the local associations), chill movie nights which may or may not turn into tickle fights, and late night adventures ♡︎

♫︎ music box

— Gimmie Love by Joji

— Crush by Tessa Violet

— Bubble Tea by dark cat

— Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

— we fell in love in october by girl in ocober

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you

when both of you forgot the key to your dorm rooms so you slept on the common roo sofa for the night. it was before you got together so Ochako had to pretend she wasn't super nervous about the whole thing. then you thought she was cold and inviteed her to sleep on the same sofa so you could cuddle. surprisingly, Ochako did relax as you talked. it was the moment she became determined to confess to you.

— favourite activity to do together

going on small adventures together is enough to fill her to the brim with joy. it can be something as simple as going grocery shopping or running errands, really. with you she feels like anything can happen, that even the daily life can be full of small, wonderful things.

— favourite place to kiss you

it's not really a kiss but i'm telling you she can't stop blowing little raspberries on your arms. it starts out with cute kisses but eventually she can't resist herself. if you're alone in your room it might just escalate into a tickle fight.

— favourite nicknames for you

'Mochgi'. wait, don't go yet i can explain! you were eating mochi together when she asked you to pass her some more. she wanted to say "can you give me some more mochi, Gigi?" but it came out as "can go give me some more mochgi?" because her mouth was full. it became a thing for you to laugh about but actually Ochako kind of likes it now because it suits you.

— favourite thing about you

your open-minded approach to the world and your empathy. all Ochako ever wants to do is help people and make them smile—you seem to do so naturally without even trying. admittedly, she wishes she could be the same and deeply admires those traits in you. you have to remind her that she's perfect the way she is. in return she will likely refuse to let go of you for the rest of the day.

♡︎ runner up: Katsuki Bakugo (istg i was this close to matching you with him but i couldn't get the concept of Ochako and you out of my head)

i think i'm gonna have to give up on trying to schedule my writing because i fail each time. this took forever but thank you fpr being patient! happy new year and stay safe ♡︎

#len's matches #matchups #bnha matchups #dear anon

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Parties: Our Villain and (In order of appearance) Liana Romano, Jadon Floch, Kit Chareonsuk, Rory Pierre, Aramis Gagne, Julia Pelan, and a security team.

Date: October 12th, 2022

Location: An unknown location in Vannes.

Triggers: violence, abuse, kidnapping, threats, horrible language, neglect, gun shots, gun wounds, fighting, and probably others.

@lianaromano-ofmaine @jadonfloch @kit-chareonsuk @rory-of-nantes @aramisgagne @subjuliapelan

ooc// A conclusion.

Liana tried for the umpteenth time to swallow the lump in her throat. When she had first seen some shady happenings going on at one of the buildings she passed daily on her way to one of her job sites she instantly got a bad vibe, but tried not to think too much about it. She had seen worse in Verona. Then she realized something bad was happening with Jadon, and then others, and that building meant much more to her. She reported it to Cyrus and after some surveillance, a team was dispatched to the location for a rescue mission. She was asked to tag along to help the team get to the location but was under very strict orders to not leave the car. Anticipation and dread both filled her as she fidgeted in her seat, especially as they got closer to the building.

Jadon sat perched in the corner of his cell, no longer willing to look in the mirror at the shaggy head and thick beard that covered his sunken features. “You know what really grinds my gears about all of this?” He mused aloud to no one, indifferent if the others heard him but obviously perturbed, “I’m gonna die not knowing who the hell one this library challenge. I had a really good bet going against Eliane.” His fingernails chipped at the paint on the wall. Jadon had lost track of the number of days he’d been down there, making him cynical, “Anyone care to sprinkle some optimism on this shituation?”

Kit jumped at the sound of a voice before realizing it was Jadon’s. They’d sat in silence in the dark for some time, long enough for Kit to get lost in his thoughts and anxieties, wondering where Aramis was, if he was okay, and when the bastard who kidnapped them was going to come back down to check on them. Kit had to be ready with more shitty things to say to him. But Jadon’s statement took him out of his head. Was this guy serious? The library challenge thing? That’s what kept him up at night? Or whatever time it was. Time felt weird in this basement dungeon situation. “Pretty sure whoever won the library thing, Eliane won between the two of you just for not ending up in this basement.” Kit was not exactly the person to go to for positivity. “But we’re alive still? I think...?”

“Ayyy, take that back. I bet her ears are burning just by you whispering those words into the universe.” Jadon groaned into the cement wall, but the corners of his mouth tweaked into a small smile. “Not a chance in hell she beat me.” Running his fingers through his shaggy locks he let out a sigh, “What day was it when you got here?” He’d kept quiet for the most part, not mentioning the grazed wound on his arm or the promise from their kidnapper. Jadon still didn’t think they were getting out of this alive, even if Kit thought otherwise. So he bit into his chapped lips every time a meal turned up hoping that the last memory he had wasn’t seeing this guy kill his companions.

“What universe? There’s only this basement.” Kit tried to remember what the date had been. It could only have been a matter of days, right? “September 30. Wednesday,” he told Jadon. He’d tried to keep track of the time by counting, but gave up on it quickly. Time was an illusion anyway. “What about you?” He knew Jadon had been here longer than him. What had Kit been doing when Jadon had been taken. How long had it been for him? How long would it be for all of them before they were either found or killed by the madman who’d taken them?

“The nineteenth.” His steely blue gaze squinted over in the direction of Kit’s voice. “Got me when I was leaving J2.” He hesitated, scared to even ask. “Does anyone even know I’m missing or did they just assume I was out getting the life that Javan kept insisting I go out and get… Rory turned up not long after me.” Jadon had tried not to think about what was happening out there, now he was cursing himself for his boyish curiosity, what good could come out of it?

As Liana pointed out the area in question, she felt the car begin to slow. Anxiety bolted through her as she wondered what they would find, if anything. If they did find something, how bad would it be? She honestly wasn’t sure if she was mentally prepared for all the possibilities so she did her best to focus on the positive. They were doing something. They were trying. They had a chance. When the car stopped she took her seatbelt off so she could crane her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going to happen.

The nineteenth. Kit frowned deeply. More than ten days before his own kidnapping. “I don’t know. I hadn’t heard anything,” he admitted. He knew that Aramis would know something was wrong. He’d texted just before he had that gun shoved in his face. “I’m sure someone knows by now though. About all of us.” They had to, right? He sighed, wishing he could actually be sure. “I texted my boyfriend to let him know I was on my way home. I’d just left work. And…he knows who this guy is. Our kidnapper. He’s going to figure it out. Soon.”

It was hard to not take the news too personally. This wasn’t, after all, about him- he’d told Cyrus as much when he’d suggested the self-defense classes. With a long sigh Jadon tried to channel his pre-kidnapping optimism. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. If you got a message out that you were on your way home and obviously Rory’s dog is just out there alone… I’m sure someone’s out there looking…” He trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence that someone was looking for them, not him.

Rory had no idea how long she’d been in that cell. With the lack of windows in the basement to let in any light, day and night had become the same. She tried to keep track of the time based on how often she and her fellow cellmates were brought food; but considering she now spent most of her time sleeping and fighting off severe waves of lightheadedness, any sense of time she may have had was long gone. Between her inability to eat the food that was served without feeling sick to her stomach and the fact she’d not taken any of her much needed medications in God only knew how long, she’d gotten to the point she had some trouble registering what was going on around her. And then whenever the lights were kept off in the basement, forget about it. In the darkness, she was alone. Alone and sick and scared and confused.

Our Villain: He was irritated. He was tired of cooking for these fucking capitives (although pasta noodles and tinned sauce was scarcely a hardship) but still. He wanted this foolish project over with. He had been waiting for days for further instructions. Although in preparation, he had already taken the time to prepare the holes in the yard for a swift vertical burial (horizontal holes could get you caught. That was the kind of shit the Watch looked for). He walked down the stairs, plastic bowls of food and three water bottles in hand. He dropped the bowls through the tray slots created for this purpose, unconcerned if it spilled everywhere. The bottles of water fell afterwards, uncaring again as they tumbled across the floor.

Jadon looked at the food and up at their captor, “Hey, what’s in here...in this sauce?” His gaze moved from the food to Rory’s cell. He was already wondering if she’d be able to touch it without getting sick. His worry on her and not being able to help her if she had an allergic reaction. This guy clearly didn’t care.

Our Villain: “If you don’t want it. Starve.” He stated flatly. “Frankly you’ll be easier to bury if you lost some weight anyway.” He continued with a shrug as he finished ‘serving’ the meals to his captives. He would have left them down here to rot but the boss said ‘alive’ so alive they would be. For a while anyway.

Maybe it was what Kit had said about not having heard any news, but Jadon was already feeling defeated. The sense of doubt and despair kept him huddled in the corner of his cell, ignoring the slopped over meal. He’d already lost weight, didn’t expect to get out of this, and there was little fight in him to do much but pass his food along to one of the others.

Kit glared at what was trying to pass as food and then up at their kidnapper. He wasn’t surprised the guy wasn’t exactly sympathetic to any of their dietary needs. “Wow, thanks, Mom. Guess we know why you made a career out of shooting people and kidnapping instead of becoming a chef or some shit. Though, you’re not really a good shot either, are you? Remember? You missed and shot a librarian instead of a duchess? Remember that? Armand must really like how you suck his balls if he keeps you around.” He really felt he was channeling his inner Dean. He’d have to thank his friend later when they reunited.

A slight vibration travelled across the basement floor as a tray of food crashed down upon it, a vibration that mixed with the prior vibration of heavy booted footsteps was enough to alert Rory it was dinnertime. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced over to the tray of pasta and a questionable sauce that was splattered on the concrete of her cell. The mere blurry sight of it made her stomach lurch; though she knew she should at least try and eat something, even if it would lead her to feel sick again. The sick feeling was better than starvation; and despite the fog in her mind, she knew the importance of trying to keep her strength up right now. But she still hesitated, her eyes lingering on the tray for a long moment as she contemplated whether or not she could get up from her ratty cot without stumbling and falling over again.

Our Villain: He had ignored the girl completely now. She had been a good choice - she didn’t say anything or make any sort of fuss. He might actually sell her in another country rather than kill her. Someone was bound to enjoy a girl who didn’t speak. Then the pretty little bitch-boy was yapping again. “Listen here you little piece of shit. I’d be fucking delighted to use your corpse for target practice …. After I fuck your …..” Then he stopped. Was that a car? What the fuck? He turned and raced up the stairs. No one should be on this road, even by accident.

Aramis nervously wrung his hands together as the security team rolled toward the building they were sure Kit was being held. Well, Kit and the other captives - they’d discovered that he wasn’t the only victim of this crime.

His stomach was so twisted that it hurt. Aramis’s worst fear came true - Kit had gotten hurt because of his past. Even more people had gotten hurt. But now that Katarin knew the truth, the full truth, he knew he’d soon get what he deserved. Kit just had to be okay first.

When the van parked, Aramis was the first one out, though he was roughly grabbed by a member of the security team.

“Look, you’re here only because Duchess Katarin allows you to be. If you get in our way, you will be left here in the van. Do you understand?” the other man said gruffly. The urge to punch the other dominant was strong, but Aramis relented.

“Fine. Just... how the fuck do we get in?” he asked, impatient. If their intel was correct, Kit was just inside. All Aramis could think about was the possibility that his boyfriend was hurt and it killed him inside.

“You need to wait by the van, let us do a perimeter check and see if we can get any details on the building. Stay put. If you go in headstrong, you could jeapordize the mission and put the hostages in harm’s way. Including your boyfriend.” The other man gave Aramis a stern look and bumped his shoulder as he walked away, indicating that he wasn’t up for any kind of argument.

To his credit, Aramis did do as he was told and stayed put by the van, though he swore he was pacing through the asphalt as he waited anxiously. Every minute they spent talking felt like a minute wasted. What if he’s hurt? What if he’s hurt and I can’t get to him?

“Aramis, we have a plan.”

He all but bolted in the direction of the security lead, ready to hear exactly what the plan entailed.

“We need you to go in first to locate the kidnapper. We’ll have two people on the roof working their way down, and we’ll also have four people behind you as backup. We don’t know exactly where the hostages are located, nor do we know how we’re contained. Your job is to lure this prick out until we can safely detain him. Got it?” The security lead finished, giving Aramis a serious look. The plan was risky for him, but there was no way he would say no. Whatever it took to get Kit back safely, he’d do.

“I can do this. Just let me know when we’re ready,” Aramis replied confidently, looking over at the building.

“Five minutes while we get into position. I’ll let you know when to go in.”

Aramis was already heading toward the front of the building, though he did pause and wait for the signal before stepping inside. He wasted no time trying to draw out the kidnapper.

“Hey, you son of a bitch! We’ve got unfinished business,” Aramis hollered into the hall, stepping inside. “Where the fuck is Kit?” He walked further inside, his voice raising. “Where is Kit?!”

Jadon had been about to give Kit a look for his comments about the food, about to tell their kidnapper to fuck off himself when he started popping off again, but he’d lacked the energy and as soon as his mouth bobbed open the guy was running off. His steely blue eyes looked over at Kit and Rory, eyebrows knit together as if to say ‘what the hell was that’ and then he swore he heard it, someone yelling.

A lot happened at once, and Kit struggled slightly to keep up. One second he was listening to a slew of threats coming from their captor. The rape threats had escalated to necrophilic threats, so that was new. But before the threat could be completed, the man was running up the stairs, seemingly alarmed. Kit perked up, listening closely. Then there was yelling. Aramis. Both fear and relief filled him. They’d been found, but Aramis was here. Aramis was in danger now too. He got up so fast, he was nearly lightheaded as he gripped the bars of the door keeping him contained, shaking it, trying to make as much noise as he could. “Aramis!” he screamed as loud as he could. “We’re downstairs! Aramis!” He didn’t even know if Aramis could hear him. He was shaking as he gripped the bars, definitely feeling a bit weak from days of being kept literally in the dark.

Being in the cell closest to the door Jadon panicked, “Kit, are you sure?” He ran his fingers through his hair, still tucked against the wall in the back of his cell. “What if it’s just more of his people… a boss or something?”

Kit didn’t even spare a look for Jadon. He kept shaking his door, as if it would do anything to free him so he could get to Aramis. “I know my boyfriend’s voice. It’s him. I told you he’d figure it out,” he said. He’d been right. Now they had to get out safely and they could go home. “Aramis!” he shouted again, his dry throat feeling raw.

Jadon nodded, pulling himself up and moving to the front of his cell, joining cacophony of screaming and rattling in the basement. His eyes darted between the door and the others, still not daring to hope they all just weren’t hallucinating. Picking up the water bottle he splashed water over at Rory and signed ‘people’ and pointed to the door before going back to shouting and shaking his cell door.

As water was splashed on her from the direction of Jadon’s cell, Rory glanced up in confusion, her eyes squinting in the darkness in order to make out what it was Jadon had signed to her. ‘People’? That didn’t seem right. Why would he be signing ‘people’? Her eyes then darted to where Jadon had pointed towards the door; and she watched him begin to shake his cell’s door. And then she noticed it seemed as if Kit was doing the same, shaking his cell’s door as well. Now she was even more confused as to what was going on; but at least she had an answer to what was causing the new set of vibrations she’d started feeling.

When the shouting began, Aramis lost sight of the mission. His goal had been to draw the kidnapper out, but now he just needed to find Kit. He was fairly sure he’d pinpointed his boyfriend’s voice. There was also a good chance he was hallucinating; he’d barely slept since Kit was taken.

“KIT?!” Aramis cried out, heading in the direction of the voices. “KIT?! Baby, where are you!?” He began jogging through the building, trying to find anyway he could to get to a basement. “KIT. I’M HERE. I’M GOING TO FIND YOU.” He wasn’t sure how well his boyfriend could hear, but he was going to keep trying.

“ARAMIS!” Kit shouted as loud as he could, shaking the door to his cell. “The door in the garage! The door in the garage!!!” He knew it was Aramis, even if the voice was muffled by the distance between them, the walls and floors keeping them separated. He’d managed to mostly keep his cool, experiencing his anxiety in his own body without showing it. But now, he felt like his whole body was shaking, his throat tight with it. Everything was about to come to a head, surely, if Aramis was here, and he was terrified, but he was also so close to going home.

Aramis stood still, panicked as he tried to make out the words shouted at him. No doubt it was Kit. He was so close.

Garage. He could easily make out the word garage. Aramis began running through the place as fast as his feet could carry him, hanging onto that word. Garage. Garage. Garage.

When he finally found it, he spent no time checking any surroundings. His eyes zeroed in on a door beside the entry - no doubt the way down to the basement.

Aramis checked the door, but it was, of course, locked. However, the whole thing was only a flimsy piece of plywood. He could break through. Determined, Aramis heaved his shoulder against the door, already hearing the material creak under his effort. Deciding a kick might work better, he stood back, putting everything he had into it.

The door splintered. Growling, Aramis kicked it again. And again. And again. And finally, it busted open.

Whatever the plan was with the security team, it was now long forgotten. It didn’t cross his mind that Armand’s man could be down there, or there could be any series of traps waiting for him; all he knew was that he had to get to Kit. Quickly, he made his way down the stairs, suddenly terrified of what he might find.

When he finally got sight of his boyfriend, his knees nearly buckled; Kit was alive. Probably not well, but alive.

“Fuck, are you okay? I mean, I know you’re not okay - but did that motherfucker hurt you? Are you hurt?” Aramis asked, panicked as he made a beeline straight to the cage. He reached through to grasp Kit’s hand, as if the other man might not be real.

The joint fear and relief hit Kit again when his bleary eyes caught sight of Aramis, elated, even as his heart dropped at the thought of Aramis being in danger with them. Kit was sure he looked like a mess when Aramis saw him. Bags under his eyes, hands shaking as they gripped Aramis’s, and tears just looming in his lashes because even in this state, he refused to let himself become a sniveling mess in front of the others, in front of their captor, should he reappear. “I’m fine,” he said, trying to control his now hoarse, shaky voice. “You have to be careful. He’s still in the house I think.” He didn’t want Aramis to get hurt. “I don’t know where he keeps the keys. Are there others here with you? You’re not alone, right?” His eyes pleaded, hoping Aramis hadn’t done something as stupid as coming here alone.

Aramis moved close to the bars, wishing he could rip them apart so he could hold his submissive in his arms. He took Kit’s hands and brought them to his mouth, gently kissing his knuckles; it was the best he could do for now.

“No, baby, I’m not alone,” Aramis promised, refusing to let go of the sub’s hands. “There’s a security team here sponsored by the houses. As soon as you didn’t come home, I knew something was wrong. I told Kat everything that night and she started working on a plan. I would’ve been here sooner, but we had to figure out where you were...”

He swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away from Kit’s long enough to survey the room. There were two others down there as well; Rory and Jadon. Aramis felt his stomach clench; more innocent people hurt because of him.

“Alright. I’m going to go back to the garage, see if there’s anything I can find to get this lock open. I’ll be just upstairs, baby, and I’ll be right back, okay? I’m not leaving you here.” He squeezed Kit’s hands, reluctant to let go.

As Aramis walked by Jadon called out and asked, “Who? Who else came?” He wondered if it was security or maybe his brother looking for him, finding a sliver of hope for the first time in days.

Aramis looked over at the other dominant and shook his head slightly. “I - I don’t know, really. All people I haven’t met before. I think one guy’s name is Mark? Marcus? Marco? Look - point is there’s other people here and they’re supposed to be right behind me...” Though he was beginning to wonder what exactly was taking so long.

Jadon just nodded in return, trying not to be defeated. “What can we do while we wait?”

Our Villain: He had made it to the grounds and he was tempted to bolt for it but damned if he would let these fuckers off. That pretty little bitch in the basement needed two between the eyes so fucking badly that he could taste it. He circled around and saw a lone woman sitting in the vehicle. He narrowed his eyes and considered his options for a moment. Patting his pocket he realized the fucking keys were sitting on the kitchen counter. Fuck! What the hell did he do? All right, that settled it. He’d grab the little bitch in the car as a hostage and get out of here.

Liana had picked her fingers raw while she waited, trying her best to be patient. Each second felt like a lifetime when she thought about Jadon and the others, whoever they were, in that building. She rolled the window of the car down a bit in an attempt to get herself some air and to maybe hear if any progress was being made. She hoped she heard something good, soon, rather than something terrible she couldn’t let herself imagine.

Julia felt like her heart was in her throat from the moment she'd been asked to go along with the others. She'd known something was wrong for weeks- Jadon had stood her up, not returned her calls or texts, Rory hadn't been seen.... She felt guilty for coming to worse conclusions til now, but now that she knew they could be in very real danger, she was pushing her own thoughts and emotions aside, just wanting to help. But now this, just laying down in a car...it wasn't helping. She looked over to the other woman in the car with her and let out a breath, shaking her head as she sat up. "I can't just sit here anymore." she announced as she moved, grabbing the handle and climbing out of the car, none the wiser to anyone nearby watching them.

Our Villain: Shit shit shit … there were two of them. Two dumb bitches just sitting around. Getting their dumb cunts wet he bet while the men went off and tried to play hero. Grabbing one of them would be stupid now since he couldn’t safely control two of them while he drove. Circling to the side, he tried to get out of eye-shot. He knew these grounds well. It had been a safehouse of his for years. These fuckers being here meant they would also inconveniently find the graveyard and the predug holes in the copse of trees behind the house. Dumb shits. He debated re-entering the house but those bastards that Aramis had brought with him looked like they knew what they were about. Pulling a knife from his boot, he dug it into one tire and then the other. He just needed the dumb broads to get back out and head toward the house. A couple of well-placed shots and one of them would be injured enough to scream for help and he could get in the remaining operational vehicle and get the fuck out of here. He was not going down for this - no way, no how. He did not deserve this betrayal. Fuckers…. His bosses needed to hear about Aramis turning on them.

Liana was doing her best to stay in the car per Cyrus’ orders, but when she felt the car jolt she knew something was wrong. Her adrenaline was at an all time high when she climbed from the vehicle, looking around and wondering if she could throw some lucky punches if anyone was near. If only she had her gardening tools… That was a silly thought, but she’d been much more comfortable with a pair of gardening scissors in her hand than nothing at all. She stayed close to the car, peeking around the back in an effort to figure out what was happening. When she saw the slashed tires she felt the hair on the back of her neck raise on end. “Julia- Run!” She wasn’t sure where they could run to, but she had to at least try to warn her. If they both ran maybe they could distract the bad guy long enough that he wouldn’t get either of them.

Aramis squeezed Kit’s hand for a final time before pulling himself away from the cage. “I’ll be right back, baby, I promise,” he assured the sub as he took steps back, forcing himself from the submissive. It was not easy for him to do, but he had to find something to get them out of the damn cages.

While reminding himself to work on cardio and not just strength training, Aramis flew back up the stairs and back out into the garage. He searched the area quickly, trying to find tools or even something to pick the lock with. Frustrated by finding nothing, he moved on back into the house, searching each room he came across for something to help.

Part of him was cognizant of the fact that Armand’s man was lurking somewhere around here and would no doubt kill him given the chance. But Aramis pushed that away for now; he had to focus on getting Kit out of that cage.

He was beginning to feel hopeless until he got to the kitchen. And there, sitting on the counter, was a ring of keys. “No fucking way it’s that easy...” Aramis muttered to himself, carefully looking around the room as if someone might pop out and shoot at the last second. Steeling himself, the dominant rushed forward and quickly grabbed the keys before heading straight back down to the basement.

Triumphantly, he held up the ring of keys to the three prisoners. “Now the fun part is figuring out which fucking key. Any of these look familiar?” Aramis asked, passing the keys through the bars.

Jadon spoke up immediately. He’d been in there long enough to know which key it was. He may have been uselessly silent in that cell but he’d been observant. Moving to the bars he looked at the keys on the ring, for once glad that his eyes had adjusted well to the dark after years of nothing but night shifts. “Third one, real tarnished copper.”

“Be careful.” Kit felt his anxiety peak when Aramis had to step away from him, but he knew it was necessary. He listened closely, as if waiting to hear something terrible happen, sure that there would be some kind of run-in with their captor. Instead, thankfully, Aramis returned safely with a ring of keys, some relief filled Kit again. He reached through the bars for Aramis, not for the ring of keys. He opened his mouth to remark on the keys, but then Jadon spoke up with such certainty that Kit didn’t think he, himself, would be able to possess. There were many details he remembered from the day he was kidnapped. What the key that locked him in looked like was not one of them.

The second that Jadon’s cell was open he followed Aramis to Rory’s door. “Hey kiddo, let’s get home.” He clapped a hand to Aramis’ shoulder in thanks as he went into Rory’s cell and signed ‘home’, offering an arm to help her up. Despite his weight loss and the homeless filth of him, he’d always been in top shape, a daily runner, and with his adrenaline pumping his only focus was on Rory. Jadon was sure Aramis could help Kit.

Rory hadn’t opted to get up from her cot the entire time she watched the exchange between Aramis and Kit and Jadon. She was afraid of what might happen if she tried to stand. But as she watched the door to her cell open and Jadon walk inside signing the word ‘home’, she knew it was time to get up. Like Jadon said, it was time to go home. A small smile began to spread upon her pale face for the first time in days? weeks? She really had no idea how long it had been. Slowly, she moved to a seated position, shutting her eyes momentarily as a wave of dizziness came over her. And once she opened her eyes again, they fell to the strong arm Jadon was offering out to her. She didn’t hesitate to reach out and take it, slowly making her way to her feet, wobbling as she found her balance. Home. She signed, glancing up at Jadon as her tired smile widened further, before leaning into his side for additional support.

Jadon did his best to support Rory’s small frame, tucking her to his side as they made their way to the stairs out of the basement. It was a slow and tired slog and as they made their way to the top he felt Rory needing more and more support, “C’mon, almost there.” His blue gaze fell to her face, full of concern as the sunlight stun his eyes. “Almost out, c’mon. You got this, kiddo.” With no idea where their kidnapper was or where these other people that Aramis had mentioned were, he took a risk. Adjusting Rory’s weight at his side as he squinted into the blinding sunlight. Throat dry from shouting in the cell, he called out for help, wondering if he should keep pressing on with Rory or if he should help her sit down against the wall of the building.

Rory continued to lean against Jadon as he began to lead her up the basement stairs and towards their hopeful freedom. She felt as if she was going to trip up the stairs with each step; but the feeling of a strong arm wrapping tighter around her frame helped to keep her as upright as possible. Her eyes trailed up to Jadon’s face; and she could’ve sworn she saw his lips moving. But she had no idea what he was saying. She couldn’t focus enough to lipread right now. All her focus was on not tripping up the stairs. And somehow, she managed to make it to the top. They somehow managed to make it outside, into the blinding light of day. She quickly shut her eyes and let out a soft groan of discomfort.

The second his cell door was opened, Kit wasted no time wrapping his arms around Aramis, hugging him tightly, doing his best to hold back tears. “I knew you would come. So stupid. Why did you come? You could get hurt...” He was so mad and so relieved at the same time. Taking one more second of comfort in Aramis’s arms, he pulled back. “We should make sure the other two are okay. They’ve been here longer than me, and Rory didn’t look so good.” Taking Aramis’s hand, he started after his dungeon companions, climbing up the stairs carefully. When they made it outside, the light blinded him, and he had to shield his eyes from the sun with his free hand, still holding tightly onto Aramis.

Aramis held onto Kit tight, almost afraid if he loosened his grip that the submissive would somehow slip away from him. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the other man’s neck, taking comfort in his boyfriend’s warmth. He was back in his arms, he was alive, and though he looked worn, he was okay.

“I had to know you were okay,” Aramis admitted, pulling back slightly just so he could look at Kit’s face. He rested his forehead against the sub’s, sighing softly. “I didn’t trust anyone else to come get you.” It wasn’t like he had any special skills that the security team didn’t have; he was strong, but wasn’t the best fighter and had no medical knowledge. And yet. He still wouldn’t trust anyone else to get his boyfriend back.

Aramis fought the urge to pull Kit back into his arms when the sub moved away, but he knew they had to get out of there. The other prisoners needed help and somewhere in the house, the asshole was still wandering around. Reluctantly, he grasped his boyfriend’s hand and headed out from the dungeon with him, pulling him a little closer once they reached the top.

When Liana heard the call for help she immediately knew it was Jadon’s voice. There was no mistaking it. Her concern about the other woman and what was happening with the cars was pushed aside and she ran towards his voice. “Jadon? Jadon!” She ran until she saw him, somehow feeling both relieved and devastated all at once. He was alive and okay enough to walk, but he also looked horrible. Never in her life had she wanted to murder someone like she wanted to murder the person that had hurt him. She wasn’t to his side yet but she was close enough to call out “We’re here! Oh my god, you’re okay.” She wanted to sob and scream and cling to him, but knew that they weren’t out of the woods yet. That was what made her keep running in his direction.

It wasn’t until Jadon had heard a voice that he realized his heart was racing, ringing in his ears really. His eyes searched for the sound and saw nothing but stars in the bright light until she was closer, but still too far and he was too tired and weak holding Rory to close the gap. “Liana?” His head was fuzzy, confused as to what she would be doing there with Aramis. Then, behind her he caught sight of a too-familiar dark frame and he could have sworn his heart stopped, breath catching in his throat.

Our Villain: There we go. Okay … he needed to get fucking practical. Right fucking now. So what to do .. what to do. He needed his keys and some essentials from inside the house. Which meant he needed a distraction. He rose to his feet and reached for the closest brunette and hauled her back against him as he raised his gun and pointed at the pretty beefcake. “Guess I should make up for that wild shot earlier … huh?” He intoned with a snarl. He needed it to be slow because he needed them to think there was hope to save the dumb fucker. So as tempting as it was to hit him straight through that fucking pretty face, he put one shot in his abdomen and the other in his calf. Shoving the pretty blonde in his hands forward, causing her body to bounce off the vehicle in front of him, he ran for the side entrance to the house.

Liana was so close to Jadon she thought she could almost reach out and grab him, but then the ground shifted beneath her feet. Before she knew what was happening she was pulled against someone and she let out a yelp, trying to claw her way out of his grasp once she realized this wasn’t someone she knew. She struggled as hard as she could, determined to break free and to lash out at this horrid person. Then two shots rang out, stunning her for a moment before she screamed. Her voice didn’t sound natural to her ears, almost as if it wasn’t really her screaming. She was still in shock when she was shoved against the car, hitting her head hard enough that she felt it bounce off of the panelling. She laid on the ground for a long moment before she was able to manage to pull herself up and start stumbling towards Jadon. “No! No, oh god, no.”

The confusion about Liana’s presence, the sight of his captor behind her, the panic of her getting hurt before he could say a single thing about what he’d thought a million times over in that cell… it all melted away with two ringing sounds and the hot pain searing through his body. In an attempt to keep Rory safe the second he’d seen the bastard, Jadon had put himself in front of her, but the action had made them both unsteady. The pain, at first, seemed like he’d moved too fast and hurt his old tired frame. The falling, at first, seemed like Rory collapsing and taking him down with her. At first. Then he heard Liana screaming, his gaze moving down in confusion to see the blood pooling steadily warm down his dingy clothes. Jadon pressed his palm to the first wound, unaware of the one to his leg as he pushed his other hand toward Rory. “Go. Go, run. Don’t look. Run, please.” His vision blurred, this time with the sting of tears. As he laid on the ground his head rolled back over toward Liana, head thumping, everything somehow unbearably loud and yet muffled. It seemed like too much of an effort to speak, to try and see if Rory had run, if Liana was okay. The truth was he couldn’t bear the thought that the second bang had been for her, couldn’t open his eyes and see her dead. All of this time, repetitiously playing every turn from the ride to this place in his head like he could escape and get home, every little mental speech, hours of time had gone by and he’d realized he was holding out more hope than he’d realized. Now it all felt like too much for Jadon, his hand slipped from the wound, his blood soaked clothes no damper for it and he felt the last ounce of will go with it.

Rory felt a shift in how Jadon was supporting her; and she hesitantly opened her eyes. Her first thought was that their captor had learned of their escape and caught up with them; and her first thought unfortunately happened to be correct. The next thing she knew, it seemed as if Jadon lost his grip on her; and she stumbled forward, catching herself just enough not to face-plant. Once she caught her balance, her attention shifted towards Jadon; and her eyes went wide as she registered the words on his lips and the reason he’d lost his grip. He was bleeding. He’d been shot. She brought a shaky hand to her mouth as she stumbled backwards in shock, this time unable to catch herself as she bumped into the wall behind her, ultimately sinking down against it, her gaze never once leaving the sight of Jadon’s bloody body. Her chest ached; and her heart felt as if it was beating a mile a minute. The ground and wall felt as if they were swaying beneath her as black spots began to dance across her already blurred vision. But how she felt was the last thing on her mind. All she could think about right now was that she couldn’t lose Jadon. The two of them had been through so much together during their time in that basement; and he’d become quite important to her. He couldn’t die. She needed him to be okay. One of them had to be okay.

The sound of two gunshots came just as Kit’s eyes adjusted to the light outside. Sight bleary, he saw Jadon go down, Rory with him as he’d been supporting her, and their captor running. And he was pissed. He remembered screaming at trees with Elle, and right now he would scream at them that he’d been afraid for too long because of this man, because of Armand. Before he could think, he’d let go of Aramis’s hand, sprinting as fast as he could towards the man. He’d always been one of the faster members of his soccer team, and with his body full of adrenaline, he intercepted this villain of theirs, throwing himself at the man and tackling him to the ground. Kit scrambled to get the gun away from the man, not so he could shoot him, but so that he could safely wail on him without getting his brains blown out. “What the fuck is wrong with you, shooting innocent people? Haven’t...” Punch to the left jaw. “...you...” Whack. “...done...” Bam. “...enough to us?”

Our Villain: He liked to think he was prepared but honestly the pretty little subby boy coming at him full body was unexpected. He hit the gravel of the driveway so hard it briefly knocked the air from his lungs and left him momentarily stunned. He spun in the younger man’s grip and nailed him in the abdomen with one fist, as hard as he could before aiming a little lower with the second blow. His head felt like it was reeling but fight adrenaline was now coursing. He was a dirty fighter, always had been, and wasn’t holding back. Still, Kit’s fists were catching him hard.

At the sound of gunshots firing, Aramis ducked and tried to yank Kit down with him. But his boyfriend had other plans. In a flash, the sub was sprinting away, heading straight toward the son of bitch who’d caused so much turmoil.

“KIT!” Aramis screamed, taking off behind his boyfriend. Kit often complained about him taking too many risks with his own life and now look - the sub was running headfirst into a killer.

He was slower than Kit and by the time he’d gotten to his boyfriend’s side, the two had already been exchanging blows. He put his hands under the sub’s arms and drug him off the son of a bitch on the ground, then moved between them. “We’ve got to talk about your decision making,” Aramis replied, exasperated. The talk would have to wait until later.

Aramis leaned down to the asshole laid out on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “You never should’ve touched him you fucking prick,” he growled. “What did you think I was going to do? Let you and Armand take him?”

Kit grunted when he felt the blows to his abdomen, and was about to go for another hit when he felt someone yanking him up by the arms, causing him initially to fight this person too until he realized who it was. Aramis. “My decision making?! He shot Jadon! He shot Adelaide!” As if that explained his actions. He kicked at the man on the ground before Aramis placed himself between them. Kit reached out for Aramis’s arm, trying to pull him back too. Aramis, frankly, was a fair bit stronger than Kit, so not as easy to move. “I told you,” he said to his captor. “I told you I was going to be your mistake. And you laughed.” Kit stayed close to Aramis, hand still on his arm. They could surely distract this guy until the security team could take him away, right?

Liana’s head pounded, but that pain seemed dull compared to what she found when she reached Jadon. She grabbed for him, desperately wishing she could have stopped what happened. What if she had fought harder? What if she had fought less? Could she have stopped it somehow? “No- No Jadon. You don’t get to die. Don’t- I need you here. Please.” Tears streamed down her face and she reached for the wound on his abdomen, trying to stop the blood. Then she remembered that Julia was there in part because of her skills in the medical field. “Help! Please help!” She screamed the words, hoping that some higher power might hear and take pity on them.

Julie didn't really know what would happen, but she absolutely didn't expect this --Liana being yanked away just feet in front of her, and then seeing Jadon shot twice and her screams mixed in the air with those of others. Everything kind of blurred after that. She ran without thinking much of it, falling to the ground so hard and fast beside him that she scraped the skin of her bare knees- but the sting of broken skin was nothing compared to everything else. Liana screaming at her as well kind of blurred into the background as she looked at the blood pooling out of the man with whom she'd grown close to and she swallowed hard, hands shaking as she moved her fingers to immediately press down against his abdomen. "J-Jadon, come on Don't. You...--fight." she practically whimpered, hating how his blood oozed out between her fingers and she swallowed hard, trying to focus. "Focus okay? Please?" She asked before she looked to Liana, "His leg. Help me take his shirt off or...or something. We need to rip half for his stomach, half for his leg. Now!"

Liana knew they had to stop the bleeding somehow, so when Julia started giving her instructions she didn’t hesitate. She pulled her overshirt off since she had a tank top on underneath and ripped it in half as best as she could manage before handing over one half to Julia and using the other half to tie around his leg. She placed it above the gunshot and tied, wincing at how hard she knotted it. “Like that?”

Julia was pretty sure she wasn’t going to get the sight of Jadon’s blood staining her hands out of her mind anytime soon, but she tried her best not to think about it and she glanced back, seeing just how tight the material was nodded. “Y-Yeah. Yeah. Good. Perfect. I left my bag in the car….it has some emergency stuff. It..” she swallowed, taking the material offered to hold it tightly down against his abdomen, “It can help til we get him to a hospital.” With one hand pressing hard to his side, she used the other to reach up, gently jostling his face, keep him awake, “Hey. Jadon, open your eyes, look at me. Come on. Please.”

Everything after she stumbled back and slid down the wall was a complete blur for Rory. She struggled to register anything that was happening around her. The pain in her chest begun to intensify, almost to the point she felt like it was getting harder to breathe thanks to how her heart was racing. And the black spots dancing across her vision were growing bigger and bigger as she fought, and ultimately failed, to stay awake. She thought she felt someone trip over her outstretched legs; but as she was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness at that point, she had no idea if she’d simply imagined it.

Our Villain: He was still trying to throw punches, lost in a heat of rage when the subject to them (who was giving back as well) was pulled off. Dragging in deep breaths, he managed to stumble to his feet. That’s it. He needed to get the fuck out of here. No more pussy-footing around. He stumbled past the group and broke into a run. Blood dripped into his eyes but he knew the property well. He knew where he was going. At least he thought he did. Then he was on the ground again. Glancing back, he noted little miss complaint on the ground. Had the little bitch tripped him? Fucking hell. He had no further thoughts about her though as he was suddenly staring down the barrel of a gun. His gaze flicked up and straight into the eyes of a professional. Fuck. Mercenaries. Like recognized like and he slumped to the ground again. Fuck.

When Liana heard Julia’s words she nodded and looked around, yelling when she saw a member of the security team running towards them. She told him where to find the bag full of the supplies and then turned back to Jadon. She was so close to having him back and the thought that he could still be taken from her infuriated her. Even if he changed his mind about her after all he went through, she needed him to be around and alive. She would rather see him well and move on from her than the alternative. In her mind she bargained with whatever gods might be listening, begging them to let him live. She would do anything if they would just let him live. “Please… Please Jadon? I can’t lose you. Not like this. Please.” She could stop herself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was a quick, maybe selfish, move but she needed him to know she was there for him.

Following the sound of gunshots, the security team quickly made their way to the sound.

Marco took the lead, arriving to the scene just in time to shove the barrel of his gun into the kidnapper’s face, forcing him to stay down on the ground. The traitor and Kit were just behind him, clinging to each other as if one of them would be stolen away again.

Two other members of his team began to assist Jadon who lay injured on the ground, practically having to peel the submissive Liana away from him to get him help. His team saw that Rory was cared for as well and taken immediately to a hospital right behind Jadon. Julia flitted between patients, trying to stem Jadon’s bleeding while also tending to the weak and woozy submissive. Christ, this fucker had done a number to these people.

“Alright, you son of a bitch,” Marco started, nodding for another member of his team to cuff the kidnapper. His gun stayed trained on the man on the ground; no way this asshole would be getting away after all of the trouble he’d caused. “How about I lock you up in my dungeon, find out a little more about you, yeah?”

Once the kidnapper was cuffed and hauled to his feet, Marco put his gun away and began leading him away to one of the vans. There were some questions Kat and the other heads of houses would have for him, and after that, Marco already knew he had carte blanche over this shithead’s fate. He’d definitely be getting a taste of his own medicine.

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G1 Climax 30 Day 9 thru 12 Preview

Right around here is my favorite stretch of the G1. With the early tournament, the scoring doesn’t matter as much, because there’s plenty of time for someone to mount a comeback. And in the last few days, you have a lot of matches that won’t affect the final outcome of the blocks. But here in the middle is the sweet spot, because this is where the leaders will start to pull away, and guys will start getting mathematically eliminated. So this is a good spot to take stock of where we’re at.

Day 9, A-Block, October 5, 2020

Shingo Takagi(2) vs. Yujiro Takahashi(0)

Jeff Cobb(2) vs. Jay White(6)

Kazuchika Okada(4) vs. Minoru Suzuki(6)

Tomohiro Ishii(2) vs. Taichi(6)

Kota Ibushi(6) vs. Will Ospreay(6)

I wasn’t super-interested in this card before, but now that I see the scores, this looks like a big deal. I expected someone to hit eight points last week, but instead we have five guys tied at six.

You’d think Ibushi or Ospreay will come out with eight, but you know what? Maybe they’ll go to a draw. I’ve bee low-key rooting for a draw since last year’s G1, because I just sort of want to see it happen. I think once it does, I’ll probably never care about it again, but you just never know. A lot of these matches go really long, and it gets super-close to thirty minutes, so we’re clearly meant to anticipate a draw. I think there was a draw in 2018′s G1, so it happens, just not often.

That’s my prediction for this match, mostly because this tournament seems really reluctant to give anyone an early lead, and also because Ibushi and Ospreay seem like heavy favorites to win the block.

Also, I’m kind of over both of these guys. I got fed up with Ospreay over the bullshit that came to light during the #SpeakingOut movement, and I find his whole act this year pretty irritating. I don’t know if that’s because I’m mad at him or not, but I feel like I’d be sick of him even if I didn’t know he tried to cover up for his buddies’ sex crimes.

As far as I know, Ibushi’s a cool dude, but I’m really having trouble understanding anything he does in the ring. Like, he’s fighting a guy and then he gets beat up, and it doesn’t hurt him, and sometimes he’s invincible and sometimes he’s not, and there’s really no sense of why he wins or loses a match. I don’t have these issues with his tag matches, but that’s probably because all of the focus is on Tanahashi being the weak link of their team, so it doesn’t matter as much as long as Tanahashi tells a story in the ring.

As far as the others go, I’m gonna guess that Jay and Taichi win, and Suzuki loses. That way the score is completely fucked up, with two guys at 8 points, two guys at 7, and two guys at 6.

Also, we have Takagi vs. Yujiro, and if Yujiro loses this next match, he’ll be eliminated. I’m pretty sure that’ll happen, because there seems to be no momentum with Yujiro, and also because I watched him cut a promo backstage about how getting his ass kicked in G1 matches is pleasing to him sexually. Like he pointed at his crotch and everything, so the angle here is that Yujiro’s kink is to go 0-9 in a G1 block.

Day 10, B-Block, October 6, 2020

Juice Robinson(6) vs. EVIL(4)

Hirooki Goto(2) vs. Toru Yano(6)

Tetsuya Naito(6) vs. YOSHI-HASHI(2)

Hiroshi Tanahashi(4) vs. KENTA(4)

SANADA(2) vs. Zack Sabre, Jr.(4)

Another interesting card, for entirely different reasons. Naito and Yano have a chance to advance to 8 points, but Naito’s path looks a lot clearer, since he just has to beat B-Block’s resident jobber, Yoshi-Hashi. Yoshi’s not as bad off as Yujiro Takahashi, but I doubt he’s gonna steal one from the double champion.

The only real question is whether Yano will hit 8 points as well, but I’m pretty sure Yano’s not winning the block, so it kind of doesn’t matter. The only reason for him to keep winning matches here is so he can fuck up in some later match and pave the way for the real block leaders to settle it in the main event of Day 18.

More importantly, this night features my two favorite guys in the block going at it. I dug SANADA vs. ZSJ at last year’s G1, so this ought to be fucking awesome too.

But karma demands a heavy price for this cool dudes match, and so we also have Juice vs. EVIL. Hooooo boy this is gonna suck some ass. I’m actually looking forward to it, even though I can’t stand these two jagoffs. Here’s how I think this will go down

-Juice hops around like an idiot, and tries to get the “We Will Rock You” clap going.

-Juice shouts EEEEYAAAAA! like an idiot. Several times.

-More “dancing” and clapping like a complete asshole.

-EVIL goes for a ballshot.

-Dick Togo distracts the ref so EVIL can line up another ballshot

-Dick Togo goes for a ballshot.

-Juice shouts AAGAHYAAAAAAAA! Like an idiot.

-Dick Togo garrots Juice so that EVIL can do the thing where he just forces the referee into the corner so he can’t see anything. This allows Dick to go for another ballshot.

-Juice goes for a ballshot.

-EVIL goes for a ballshot.

-Dick goes for a ballshot.

-Red Shoes watches all of this and does nothing.

-They all just stand in the ring and trade ballshot attempts on each other for like five minutes, like Ric Flair chest chops, but stupider. Juice screams like a monkey each time, whether he gets hit or not.

-EVIL wins with the Skull Crushing Finale, because for some reason the Miz’s stupid finisher hurts worse than getting hit in the balls fifty-eight times. Juice cuts a promo backstage about how EVIL kicked his ass and he’s a worthless piece of shit, but he’s gonna go out and have Ruptured Testicle Beers tonight.

-Fuck both of these guys so hard.

Day 11, A-Block, October 7, 2020

Shingo Takagi vs. Kota Ibushi

Taichi vs. Jay White

Kazuchika Okada vs. Jeff Cobb

Tomohiro Ishii vs. Yujiro Takahashi

Minoru Suzuki vs. Will Ospreay

It’s kind of hard to picture the scoring situation this far out, but the Suzuki/Ospreay match ought to have some serious implications, since Suzuki should be at 6-8 points here, and Ospreay should be art 6-8 points, so this match is a chance for one of them to take the lead, tie the leader, or just pull further ahead.

There’s a very real chance that Shingo Takagi and/or Jeff Cobb to get eliminated here. If they don’t win a match on Day 9, then they absolutely have to win on Day 11, or they’re SOL. I was going to add Tomohiro Ishii to this list, but he gets to fact Yujiro on this show, so he’s probably safe.

More and more, I get the feeling that this year’s A-Block is all about creating a weird logjam where like four or five guys are tied, or practically tied right up to the end. I’m curious to see how well that shakes out.

Day 12, B-Block, October 8, 2020

Zack Sabre, Jr. vs. Toru Yano

Hirooki Goto vs. YOSHI-HASHI

Tetsuya Naito vs. Juice Robinson

EVIL vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi

SANADA vs. KENTA

I picked SANADA to win the whole tournament, but if he can’t beat ZSJ on Day 10, then this might be the night where he gets mathematically eliminated. Personally, I think he’s just losing a lot of early matches to build suspense. Then again, his only victory so far has been against Naito, which automatically puts him in line for a shot at the double-championship, right? So maybe SANADA won’t win the G1, since he already has a title shot lined up.

I don’t see much else that interests me, except maybe this Goto vs. YOSHI-HASHI match, since they’re both co-holders of the NEVER trios title. That could be something.

ZSJ vs. Yano could be good, but I find Yano matches very hit-or-miss. He tends to do the same shit every match, and it just sort of works or doesn’t work, so the whole thing feels like I might as well skip to the finish. It’s fun when he beats a guy I don’t like, and honestly, it’s fun if he beats a guy I do like, but when I’m less invested in the finish, it just feels dumb. In this case, I don’t expect Zack to get very far in this tournament, so it kind of doesn’t matter who wins.

Then again, Dangerous Tekkers vs. Yano/Colt Cabana was pretty fun at World Tag League last year, so this might work out. I dunno. The only Yano match I could get into this G1 was the one with SANADA, and that was the very first one. Even when he beat EVIL, it was still kind of hollow, because the match exposed EVIL as just being an unironic version of Yano’s schtick. Like “Look at me, I’m exposing the turnbuckle to cheat, but I’m frowning when I do it, because I’m the kInG oF dArKnEsS.” Fuck EVIL, he’s goth Yano. There, I said it.

#njpw #g1 climax 30 #evil vs juice is gonna suck so hard you guys #i may just have to watch sanada vs zsj three times to wash the taste out of my mouth

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eleanor-devil · 5 years

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{StingYu | Harry Potter AU}

Chapter 2 - Muggle-Born

Something small of a bigger project I’m working on with my friend @mirage-05 !

Story can also be found on AO3 --> https://archiveofourown.org/works/21093521/chapters/50187242

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October, 1992, Hogwarts

Sting didn’t know what was worse to him, the fact that he was already in the second year and still sucked at creating potions or that a first year had been assigned to tutor him for said class. He thought the second was probably the worst, it felt humiliating and that was why he hadn’t said anything to his brothers and sisters about the tutoring, instead he would just find an excuse to leave after the classes.

Despite not being fond of the tutoring idea, Sting had to admit that he was actually starting to get the hang of the class subjects. Yukino was actually a really good tutor when he was in the mood to learn but if he had to point out just one bad thing about her...it would be her humor, or rather the lack of it.

“You don’t smile much, do you?” the blond finally asked after minutes of taking small glimpses at the white haired girl while he doing the task of writing down ingredients used in potions, its properties and in what kind of potions they could be used.

Yukino raised her brown eyes from the book she was reading “Magical Studies”, she was always reading something during the tutoring classes “Why do I need to be smiling?”

The boy shrugged before setting on the table the feather he had been using to write “My dad always says a smile can brighten up anyone’s day.” he proceeded to show an awkward smile.

The girl’s mouth tightened up a bit at the sight and Sting’s smile soon became a pout seeing that his effort had no effect on her. Resting a hand on his cheek, the boy sighed “This was supposed to make you smile…”

There was a silence for a moment and Sting eventually went back to write down notes on his notebook, to his surprise the silence was broken by Yukino this time “Why do you go by the name Sting? Isn’t your name Lysander?”

The blond couldn’t help but make a face at the mention of his birth name, true Sting had been a nickname that came from his sister and to be honest he prefered it a million times over the name Lysander; he didn’t have anything against the name itself...he just didn’t like it and at this point his family only used it when he did something wrong...big time.

Seeing the boy’s expression at the mention, Yukino’s curious eyes immediately went back to its monotonous look “Pardon me, it’s not my place to ask something personal like that.” her hands were again on the book.

A part of Sting wanted to continue the conversation, after all he had finally got her to talk, in two weeks of tutoring, about something that wasn’t Potions. Another part of him, however, the part that usually took over him most of the time, that is his ego and prideful side, told him that it wasn’t worth continuing this conversation.

But that didn’t mean he wanted the talk in general to stop.

“So…” he started as he continued to scribble the notes down “What’s your feeling about all this? The tutoring?”

He saw the brown eyes lift slightly from the page they were previously set on before going back to place, he pouted yet again when she didn’t seem to want to answer the particular question. Yukino turned over the page of the book “I’m alright with it.” she finally answered “Professor Snape asked me to do it, I don’t have reasons to say no.”

No reasons to say no? Now that got Sting’s attention “Why? Surely you would have better things to do than tutoring a second year student. Like...hang out with your friends?” he surely could name a few things that he would rather do than be stuck on tutoring classes…

Yukino pressed her lips tightly for a moment “I don’t really have friends..”

‘I wonder why’ a little voice inside Sting’s head sent that thought to his mind but he choose not to voice it out loud. Thankfully Yukino didn’t seem to possess the Legilimency ability. The blond rested once again a hand on his cheek “You seem to be quite ambitious over your studies, I mean you’re tutoring me and studying at the same time, I don’t think many would do that.” he flashed a smirk over his face “Who knows, maybe the Sorting Hat could’ve put you in Slytherin instead.”

The white haired girl sighed, audibly this time, before setting down and closing the book “That...would have been impossible.”

“Why?” he asked while arching an eyebrow curiously

“...Because your House doesn’t accept in people like me.” she quickly stood up from the chair and grabbed her belongings “I think we have had enough tutoring for today. I will see you tomorrow.” and she was out of his view before he could even voice his thoughts.

To say he was shocked was underestimating it...he would’ve never guessed this about her, ever, if she hadn’t just told him what she had. She hadn’t said it explicitly but it was obvious to him what she meant…

Yukino was a muggle-born.

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Sting sighed as he climbed the stairs, praying they wouldn’t suddenly start moving as he really wasn’t in the mood to wait for the stairs to move back to place. His mind plagued with the information he had been told not long ago.

If he was already embarrassed, to the point of not telling his brothers about it, that he had to have tutoring classes about Potions now he didn’t know how to feel at the fact that all this time he had been tutored not just by a first year, but a muggle-born nonetheless…

His thoughts were suddenly cut off when he felt something hitting him hard on the shoulders, nearly making him lose his balance on the stairs “What the-?!” Sting turned around only to find out that the something was rather someone, to be more specific...his brother Natsu who was bearing his usual big smirk. Not too far behind were his other brothers and sister, Gajeel, Rogue, Erik and Wendy.

Now to make things clear, neither of them were blood brothers however they were raised as such, they lived in the same house, although they had each been raised by different people; this was after an incident took the lives of their biological parents. Out of all of them, only two had blood siblings, who had also been raised by their foster parents; Natsu had an older brother named Zeref, who was currently on his 6th Year and was a Prefect of the House of Ravenclaw, whereas Sting had an older sister, Lyanna, who had returned right this year to Hogwarts but as a teacher of Ghouls Studies, she too had been part of the House of Ravenclaw.

Erik was the same age as Zeref and thus was also on his 6th Year, out of the boys he and Zeref were the oldest ones. He was a half-blood, apparently coming from both british and latino families; his skin was dark tan, his hair spiky, upward styled and maroon color, his eyes were purple.

Natsu and Gajeel were the second oldests of the house, having the same age and thus being both on their 3rd Year, just a year ahead of Sting. Natsu is half asian and half british and he couldn’t be more different from his older brother despite both having the same mother and father, while it was noticeable that Natsu had asian descendancy with his sharp shaped eyes, Zeref had more round eyes, Natsu had pink hair and slightly tanned skin (but not as tan as Erik’s) while Zeref had black hair and cream toned skin. It seemed that their only resemblance were the dark eyes. Even in their personalities they were different, Natsu was always more talkative and extremely loud while Zeref was more reserved and calm.

Gajeel on the other hand was a full british wizard, he had long black spiky hair which he sometimes would catch in a low ponytail, especially during activities where the hair could be a problem, his eyes were sharp and the iris red in color. He had this very punk-like appearance and some students were actually afraid of him due to his short-tempered personality and he would often fight with Natsu over...well almost anything really. Gajeel was also a fan of piercings, he had three small rings pierced along each of his eyebrows, another pair on each side of his nose and another below his lower lip.

Following them in age, came of course Sting along with Rogue and Wendy, they were the youngest in their home and had the same age, thus all of them were currently in their 2nd Year in Hogwarts.

Rogue, like Natsu and Zeref, had asian descendancy and in appearance was very similar to Gajeel except with less hair but it was black nonetheless and his eyes were red as well; very often people would ask if they were blood brothers. Despite seeing Gajeel as his idol, the one Rogue was the closest to is Sting, although they were in different Houses (Rogue was in Ravenclaw whereas Sting was in Slytherin), they were inseparable and were seen together many times. Like Sting, Rogue’s real name was not the one he preferred people to call him, his real name was Ryos but he too seemed to have a particular dislike for his real name.

And then there was Wendy, the only girl of the house after Lyanna moved out, and the brightest of them all, she too was a full british wizard. She had long blue hair which she would often catch in two pigtails, creamy skin and big round brown eyes. She was the most calm of the house, always finding ways to avoid fights.

Again despite not being blood related, they all treated each other like siblings and were always there for one another.

“Hiya, Sting!” Natsu greeted his younger brother “Where have you been all this time? We barely saw you today.”

Sting turned around and shrugged “I thought Rogue had told you, I was out practicing for the Quidditch game that’s all.” Sting was indeed a member of Slytherin’s Quidditch Team, he was a Chaser.

“Hmm is that so, blondie?” Gajeel walked past him but not before ruffling his hair, Sting complained and slapped away his brother’s hand, he hated when anyone touched his hair! “Ya gonna beat them all?”

“Of course I am! Do you have any doubts on it?” as always Sting was very prideful and would often claim nobody could beat him in anything, despite Weisslogia’s warnings for him to be careful with that attitude.

Gajeel smirked “Gi hi hi, we’ll see then little one.” and yet again ruffled the blond’s hair before leaping on a run upstairs with Sting chasing right after him.

“Stop calling me little one! I am just a year younger than you!” the others could hear Sting’s complains and Gajeel’s laugh echoing through the stairs “And stop touching my hair dang it!”

“Language, little one!”

“Argh! I hate you Gajeel!!”

#stingyu #fairy tail #harry potter au #sting eucliffe #yukino agria #yukino aguria #natsu dragneel #gajeel redfox #rogue cheney #wendy marvell #erik #my writing #eleanor devil

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 5 years

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Things get darker right before they get brighter in the end, something three plucky teens are about to learn. Sometimes you just want that darkness to have never had a reason to come for you in the first place. One has to be careful what they wish for, of course.

Welcome to the end, friends

Danny was on the ground, unmoving.

The ghost left with a cheerful wave, saying, “Tata!” Like he hadn’t just ruined their lives worse than the first time Tucker had heard Danny’s screams at their loudest. Like it was simply a wonderful day and they had engaged in the most wonderful of conversations, not a fight that ended with one of them-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving and pale.

Tucker was trying everything he could think of, removing most of Tucker’s tops and trying to perform every life-saving action he knew off, pressing against his chest, trying to breathe more breath into his lungs, keeping pressure on the bleeding and burnt wound when he saw it.

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, and bleeding.

Tucker knew everything was blurry because tears were clouding his vision. He knew he was crying. He knew he was shaking with the force of his sobs and for once in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to give half a damn about that because Danny-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, bleeding, and his heart wasn’t beating no matter how long Tucker listened for it.

Sam was doing something, pulling out Danny’s weapons, and Tucker wanted to scream at her that she’d done enough with Fenton weapons already. He wanted to scream and rage at her for what she had done so far with Fenton Tech. He wanted to go to the Fentons and rip them all a new one for making what they made.

Because Danny was dead in Tucker’s arms, and screaming and crying were the only things he could do about it.

But he didn’t scream at Sam, he just watched as she pulled out one of Danny’s paintbrushes and dipped it in the ectoplasm of the cartridge in one of his guns. She started drawing on Danny’s face, his arms, his chest, and then pulled out another cartridge of charged ectoplasm in another gun and poured it in Danny’s mouth, tilted his head so that he would swallow. “Chant with me. Chant with me Tucker, we have to fix this!”

Tucker didn’t know any Hebrew, decided he’d learn both because Sam was his friend and because apparently, she could do things that could save their lives with it. Tucker didn’t need to know what he was saying to say it, and he did say it, over and over again for the next 10 minutes, until the drawings on Danny’s body lit up like fire and every ray of light rushed toward him and everything went dark. Tucker could hear the song of the universe dimming in his ears and knew nearly for a fact that Danny was sucking the ectoplasmic energy into him along with every other flavor of power within blocks of him. Tucker would let the sun itself go black just to hear Danny’s laugh again.

The darkness faded, Danny’s body was outlined in light, the markings were gone, and Danny groaned. His chest rose and dropped, his heart was beating, color was coming back to his skin, he was as warm as he’d been since the accident. Danny was alive in Tucker’s arms, and Tucker wanted to cry even harder than he already had. Instead, the put Danny’s binder back on him, Sam grabbed his shirt and jacket, and Tucker carried Danny out to their hoverboards. They flew to Sam’s house, Tucker staying as high and close to the sun as he could to let Danny soak in all the light he needed. When they got to Sam’s house, Tucker didn’t let Danny go until he was being set on a love seat on Sam’s balcony.

There were, of course, jokes to be made about the way Danny curled up in the fleeting October sunlight and how his fluffball curls and height combined with this to make him much like a kitten. Jokes about him being a cross between Superman and the Martian Manhunter could’ve also been made. Danny was a white-haired anime boy, that could be remarked upon with laughs aplenty. Tucker made no such jokes.

Tucker put to use the information he’d gathered at his last LARPing session at furrycon after a shank attempt by a guy who’d wandered into the park where he’d been LARPing at that took their cosplay a bit too seriously. That being that leather was wonderful armor, silk blocked stabs fantastically when a blade slid through said leather, and that one should always wear cotton under silk anything because sweating to death after a fight near to death wasn’t fun. He’d smacked a crazy guy upside the head and gotten a useful lesson out of that. Tucker’s older cousin could supply the leather, Sam could order fine silk jackets and pants for all of them, Danny had cotton shirts already, and Sidney offered to use intangibility to fuse the two together. Tucker commented that the leather would look fitting on Sam since she was more of a punk anyway. She called him a furry, he called her a weeb, and they both explained the concepts to Sydney.

That was all fine and dandy against most blunt force, stabbing and slashing that even a ghost could probably do, but against ghosts and their intangibility, there were few places to go. Sam had her magick book but Tucker didn’t want to touch on anything supernatural for a while and unless she could prove that her wards were working, he wouldn’t exactly trust Danny’s life with them. Convincing Jack Fenton that he needed some easily worn and hidden accessory to prevent possession was almost sadly easy, the only condition being that Tucker had to wear one of those horrible looking hazmat suits. Tucker let it hang in his closet, as he had no intention of matching Jack Fenton’s fashion sense.

One might feel that Tucerk and his friends were being a bit excessive in their measures to keep Danny padded up against the world, but such an individual hadn’t seen their best friend since age 1 die in front of them by the same person’s hand twice so that particular person could kindly go shove their opinion where the sun don’t shine in Tucker’s very polite opinion.

Danny himself was groggy for most of his recovery time and had clearly caught on that they were being extra protective of him. While Sam was introducing Sidney to anime and videogames and Tucker was showing him the best comics and music, Danny always had whoever wasn’t with the others within arm’s reach. He was jumpy when it came to his ghost sense telling him that Sidney was there, had his hood up whenever they were outside, and even though they’d been near forcing Agatha’s cooking down his throat at every meal they could, Danny had yet to Go Ghost. Sam brought up the idea of taking down the shapeshifter and Danny balked at the topic, bringing up the frogs, the latest anime that she had shown Sidney or really anything else when she did this. Tucker was more than fine with this since no ghost mode meant no seeking out danger which meant that the only fights they were dealing with included Dash, Kwan and Dale making fun of them for being a furry, a weeb and a Fenton. Seeing Sam put her martial arts to use when Dash tried to stuff Danny in a locker was worth the detention he got for tripping Dale as he rushed in to help. He spent it with Sam anyway so that was fine. If wanting Danny safer than Amity was selfish then Tucker was as far from selfless as possible.

“Hey, Danny,” Tucker said while he worked on finishing up the Spector Deflector that Dr. Fenton had started for him in Danny’s workshop. “There’s a swap meet coming up in Harrison Park this Saturday. Wanna come with? I’m gonna get a set of dice if I can and see if I can show Sidney DnD. Maybe we all can play even.” He grinned. “We can get you a new bowling ball so you can destroy Sam in bowling.”

“Bro, you’ll be wrecked with her,’ Danny challenged from where he drew in his art book instead of doing his homework. Tucker was procrastinating by making ghost hunting tech, he couldn’t blame Danny. “That sounds cool.”

“Awesome.” Tucker set down his tools and pulled up his safety goggles. “Can you come over and poke this? Very lightly and just a little in case I’m as done as I think I am.” Danny obliged and there was a loud SNAP accompanied by a yelp and Tucker patted Danny’s shoulder. “Looks like I’m done with the internals. Now all I gotta do is adjust it so that it can ignore your ectosignature, and Sidney’s and Agatha’s, and it’ll really be done.”

“Done for your armor idea, right?” Danny scoffed, slugging Tucker in the shoulder while he looked for the blueprint he’d downloaded of the part that’d track ectosignatures in the Fenton Finder. “Sidney told me about it while we were watching Star Wars. Or should I call it his guard duty shift? Cause I know what you guys are doing and while I appreciate your concern over my safety, I’m the one with powers here.”

“20 hours straight of unconsciousness and tears say that superpowers don’t mean you don’t need protection against people with the same superpowers.” Tucker huffed. “If we’d been wearing some armor like we’re making then that fish thing probably wouldn’t have been able to bite through me like it did. Silk and piercing ya know.” He bumped shoulders with Danny when he went quiet and forced his lips up into a smile. “And besides, your parents have literally no fashion sense. A leather jacket lined with silk? Leather pants, probably with studs in it since Sam is involved? Dude, that’s cool as fuck looking. You’ll be the best-dressed ghost out there.” Danny laughed and shook his head. Tucker got to work setting up the design for the Fenton Fabricator™ to make for the Spector Deflector. He also considered asking for a cut of the royalties when the belt inevitably became a Fenton Brand item, since he’d finished it. “You think putting on clothes in ghost form will invert their colors like your suit?”

“Fuck you, Tuck, now I have to find out.” Danny huffed and Tucker snickered. For a moment everything was quiet, and then arms were wrapping around his middle. “Thanks, Tuck. For everything.” Tucker looped an arm around Danny and smushed him against his side.

“That’s what bros are for, man.” The room was a comfortable quiet after that. The Fabricator and the generator were humming softly at the edge of Tucker’s once again human limited hearing, the only other sound was their breathing and - Tucker could swear - their heartbeats. The air was charged with something more than ectoplasm and electricity and Tucker wasn’t sure if Danny knew that as well, but he knew that he could hardly know anything else right then. So naturally, Tucker lowered his hand at Danny’s side and started tickling him. Danny squeaked, squealed out some giggles, and phased out of his grip when wriggling didn’t work.

“You dick! Get over here!”

Danny appreciated the effort Sam, Tucker and Sidney were putting in for him, he really honestly did. Sidney still went to his therapy session with Jazz which Danny could tell were helping him by how bright his aura had gotten, and between him and Jazz at school there were at least a few bright auras to go around, but with how things were going, Danny felt at least a bit suffocated.

Half the auras at school - both student and teacher - were dim enough that Danny almost couldn’t see them. Dash and company had been especially vicious as of late, calling them every name under the sun and getting into actual fights with him, Tucker and Sam. Between the three of them they managed well enough - being dragged to martial arts lessons with Sam and fighting eldritch abominations from the afterlife did things for your confidence in facing up to bullies - but it hadn’t ever been this bad before. And while Tucker and Sam both were clearly brighter than everyone else emotionally, they were skirting around things in the most unsubtle way imaginable and Danny wondered how they kept anything hidden. Sam tried to get him into ghost form to see how fast he could fly, Tucker changed the topic from anything ghostly to something nerdy and Sidney seemed to stare at him as much as he did the movies they were watching. Sure, Sidney was keeping his eyes on the screen but Danny knew ghosts could see more than just with their eyes and the feeling of being constantly watched was getting more than unnerving.

Saturday was a breath of fresh air. Sam was maybe coming down with something and Sidney was off exploring the city on his own, so it was just Danny and Tucker buying the stuff they’d come for and laughing their heads off at their dumb jokes. It was sunny, the crowd was bright with positivity abound, and he was having fun with his best friend in the world. It was nice.

Of course, a ghost attack ruined it.

Cotton candy erupted and flooded the place, and Danny slid under a table while the crowds stampeded away, yanking Tucker under as well. He reached inside, past the void of darkness into the soft and splintered light at his center. It exploded out to the surface and in a flash of silver glass, shimmering shadows wove his hazmat suit around him and unraveled gravity’s hold on his body. He shuddered, glitching out of reality - or what he was so very hopeful and sure was reality anyway - and gave Tucker a smile. “Wish me luck.” He slid down into the ground and forward, rising out of a mound of cotton candy as big as himself. There was a woman with long black hair, dark green skin, and blue scarce clothing floating over the sweets and stretching her arms. “I understand a sweet tooth and all that, but this is a bit dangerously Much.” Danny held out a hand with a smile when a sneer was turned his way. “I’m Danny Phantom, hopefully nice to meet you.”

“ I am Desiree,” she said in some accented blend of every language that Danny knew. It was headache-inducing and he definitely didn’t like it. “ This confection explosion was hardly my intention boy, I am cursed to use my power to grant the wishes of all those who make them. ”

“What, like a jinni? If I find and rub your lamp and say ‘I wish I had a dick’ do you complete my tra-”

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ” Her hands went up, green smoke curled around him, through him, within him, caressed that inner light and warmth that was his human body, and Danny shuddered in the wake of power well beyond his ability to fully process. Before the smoke even cleared, Danny could hear Desiree speaking through gritted teeth. “ Yes, boy I am a Jinni. One of your kind cursed me, both to be trapped in that infernal bottle, but also to use my power for all who catch my ear. ”

Danny was reeling when the smoke cleared, giving himself a mental review of what he could feel on himself and gawked when he realized what had happened. “Um. Wow.” Desiree was clearly unimpressed. “Uh, well, I know a way I can he-” a ball of ectoplasma, charged up with energy, raced into Desiree’s gut and knocked her back and Danny really wished that people would stop interrupting him.

“Stay away from him, damn it! Can’t we have one nice day?” Tucker readied another shot and Danny waved his arms to tell him not to. “I wish I had stopped you from going into that stupid fucking portal! Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!” crud.

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ” FUCK . Green mist filled Danny’s vision, and everything went dark.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Bertrand #Tucker Foley #Sam Manson #Sidney Poindexter #Desiree #fanfiction #fanPhiction #Phanfiction #fanfic #Phanfic #fanPhic #Phanphic #PhanPhiction #Monstrous Chosen Spellslingers #Mundane to Monstrous Ghosts #Monstrous Mundane Magick #Rexy Writes

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devilsknotrp · 5 years

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Congratulations, Jenn! You have been accepted for the role of Wendy Taylor (FC: Mary Louise Parker). Wow. What can we even say? You have brought Wendy a depth that we truly had not even envisaged. There were glimpses in her biography, but you have enhanced them and exampled how complex and nuanced she really is. The fact that she is a closeted lesbian makes a lot of sense, and I think exploring the notion of compulsive heterosexuality and her late relationship with Charlie will be a fantastic writing challenge - one we have no doubt you’ll pull off with aplomb. Your headcanons are extensive and beautifully written. This is a truly fantastic application. Thank you for writing her! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Jenn Age: 27 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: EST Activity estimation: I have a full-time job, but I can be around on weeknights and through the weekend! I can confidently approximate my activity at a few replies per week. Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Wendy Marie Taylor Age (DD/MM/YYY): Fifty years old (09 October 1946) – Libra sun, Cancer moon Gender: Cis female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Lesbian, though she will assert she is Straight Occupation: Regional Manager, Great Lakes Cup Company Connection to Victim: Linda Goode is one of the moms. Even if her own daughter has been grown for a decade plus, Wendy feels connected to the other mothers in Devil’s Knot because motherhood is so important to her. When Linda first moved into town, Wendy was drawn to her bright-eyed enthusiasm. They talk after church about their children, and Wendy gives some gentle advice when she can. They’re friendly, if not friends. Linda’s optimism in the face of a mother’s worst nightmare has only bolstered Wendy’s desire to know her better. She remembers what Sandy was like when Pete disappeared. Linda’s going to need all the help she can get. Alibi: Wendy spent the morning at home, going through her closets for things she could sell at her upcoming yard sale. One of the skirts she’d set aside – an old favorite – had a broken zipper, so she brought it to Aisha around 1pm to see if her sister-in-law could mend it. She got so wrapped up in playing with her nephew and talking to her family that she stayed for dinner, and didn’t come home until 7:30pm, at which point she ran a bath, read a few chapters of her book club book, and fell asleep. Faceclaim: I was approved for Mary Louise Parker! :) Other alternate faceclaim ideas (not proposed to y’all) are Winona Ryder and Marisa Tomei.

WRITING SAMPLE

The waiting really wasn’t so bad. At 11:15, the pie went in; by 11:30, the whole downstairs smelled like peaches and cinnamon, even all the way back in the laundry room where the dryer-sheet scent never left. This was what Heaven smelled like, to her. This was her Heaven, right here in Formica and linoleum. She closed her eyes to take it in. Sense is everything. That’s what Pastor Jeff had told her, last time they spoke one-on-one. She’d been struggling to stay grounded, with all the background noise starting up again: another missing boy, another swing to the slumbering hornets’ nest. She could feel the buzzing in her sleep, she said. Thank God for God. He made the world for us, Pastor Jeff told her, and we take it for granted. There are little blessings everywhere. All we have to do is open to receive.

Wendy pressed her shoulders against the back of the chair, imagining a coat hanger strung through her spine and then straightened just so. The birds were quietly tittering in the trees outside. The sky, she imagined, was blue. She wanted to believe that it was.

Her egg timer ticked. She could hear it better with her eyes closed. Sometimes she thought the insides of her eyelids looked like one of those abstract paintings that’re just colors and drips, chaos on a canvas. Like the blood splatter patterns. The photos Charlie pored over. You weren’t supposed to see that, he always said – but what did he know about supposed to? What did he know about her? He had heavy hands and a weak heart, and he–well, he–

Fuck him, she thought.

She opened her eyes. Some words taste sour on your tongue and some don’t taste like anything at all. By the refrigerator, Buddy flattened out on the floor, his head resting on his paws – Wendy hadn’t even noticed him come in. She reached for him with fingers caked in flour and dough. “C’mere, Bud,” she said, softly. “C’mon.” It took him a few seconds to stand; for those couple of breaths, she was sure he’d heard her curse. Then he was walking over, and exhaling, and nudging against her to make room for himself at her feet. “Hey, baby. How you doin’, huh?” She rubbed her hand through the fur at the top of his scalp. He didn’t react. “Oh, you’re mad at me now, ‘s that it?” Buddy was as much Charlie’s as he was hers or Jenny’s, but that’s what happens when you leave: you don’t get to claim ownership anymore.

Wendy let her breath come out her nose in one long stream. She used the heel of her palm to brush loose hair off her forehead; her hands were a mess. “Fine,” she said. She stood. She had Jenny’s number memorized by now, but she still grabbed her contact notebook and double-checked as she dialed. The answering machine picked it up. “Hey, honey, it’s Mom. I’m gonna be taking a pie over to the Goodes in an hour or so. I’d love some company.” She glanced at the hanging clock. 11:50. ”No pressure,” she added. “Just call me back before 1.” Wendy tightened her grip on the phone, readying herself to hang up – but her hand didn’t move. Her sigh went right into the mouthpiece, loud and clear. “And–maybe… if you haven’t yet, maybe call your dad, too. Just to–just to make sure he’s okay.” Okay. “Okay. I love you. Talk soon.” There were still 20 minutes left in the oven. They couldn’t pass quickly enough.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Here is my Pinterest board for Wendy!

Wendy is a lesbian. Used to be. Wendy used to be a lesbian – and God, even the word is ugly, isn’t it? Lesbian, like the name of another species, something grey-skinned and hairless crawling out of a crater. She outgrew it when she grew up. There were thoughts, and dreams, and wishes and whims, and when she was younger there were girls her age who stopped her breathing just by touching her – but that was frivolity, that’s all. She can be so frivolous sometimes. If it weren’t for her Daddy’s looking out for her, she might’ve lit her life on fire years ago just ‘cause she liked to watch the sparks.

No one’s ever hurt her worse than Charlie Taylor did. Would you believe she really loved that son of a bitch? Being a housewife felt about as natural as waxing her leg hair off, but she did it for him – and, like waxing, it hurt less over time. Sweet, serious Charlie. He’d been impressive to her long before the Sheriff’s badge: just a kid at 20 when they’d first met, and even then there’d been something steady about him. Something safe. And as they got older, they got older together, and they got married together, and they had their daughter together. It didn’t matter who they were in the dark, because they were a family together, a whole of sums, a house united. That’s what kept Wendy from leaving, all those years ago, back when she could’ve left him. They had made something together. Even when things were bad, they were still warm like a burnt-up dinner, bitter but still hearty all the same. She couldn’t spit in the face of a home-cooked home. Guess Charlie wasn’t burdened with the same sense of sacrifice, though, ‘cause he gave it all up to be himself. As if she hadn’t bit her tongue for him. As if she hadn’t swallowed blood.

When she was younger, Wendy’s lifelong dream was to climb the tallest tree in Devil’s Knot. Up by the river, where Ely Street met North State and the water folded over the rocks underneath – right there, that one, the one that stretched bare and empty on top like it was just made for a Christmas tree angel to sit. It didn’t matter that there were taller trees by the Campgrounds; she claimed that one back in elementary school, pointing and shielding her face from the sun. She practiced on the trees in her front yard. Her legs still show the scars where sharp bark and misplaced foot-holds left their marks. Wendy’s mom used to patch her up quietly in the bathroom after she fell off, be it bike or branch, and now when she tries to remember her mother, she thinks of how they’d wince together when the iodine hit her skin. Her mother, watching Wendy’s face and sucking in her own breath through her teeth like she could feel it, too. Like it hurt her to hurt her, no matter how small the pain.

It was never her lifelong dream to work for Great Lakes Cups, that’s for sure – but she really does like it well enough. She’s the franchise’s first female regional manager in Michigan, if you’ll believe that. Her! Wendy Taylor! Sometimes, when she’s feeling particularly scatter-brained and stupid, she’ll remind herself to look at the little name-plate they put on the wall outside her door. If she can run a whole office of a consumer products manufacturing company, then she can do just about anything. And if there’s anything she can’t do – well, she’s got her Daddy to help guide her halfway to home. No one was happier for her than him when she got the promotion. Not even Charlie, who by then was already her ex on barely-speaking terms, divorce papers pending. Her Daddy has been her biggest supporter, coach, and strategist for longer than she cares to remember. She can see that now. No matter how many times she doubts him, it’s only the toughest love that gets people to change. She wouldn’t be who she is without his.

Wendy always knew she wanted kids. Charlie wanted them too, and when they had Jenny, everything changed all at once. It was like another version of herself had been growing in her, too, right there in the womb next to her daughter. She gave birth to both of them. She saw it. She knows it’s crazy, but she saw it – and it wasn’t a hallucination, either. Pastor Jeff’s on her side. He says that the Creator has His ways of showing people what plans He has in store. After years of fighting and flailing and keeping God out of her heart, Wendy is finally ready to listen.

#dkaccepted #accepted #new rp #original rp #dark rp #wendy taylor

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==> Remember..

[previously]

Your name if Dave Strider, and you got a massive headache and are really not feeling like going to school this day. It wouldn't be the first day you skipped. But look, it's not your fault public school sucks so much balls.

After like half an hour of lying around and considering just turn around and keep sleeping, hunger finally pulls you out of bed. You get up and go on your daily scavenging hunt for food, feet scuffling just a little, trying your hardest not to step on any tools or trash on the floor, lest you get tetanus, or worse, wake Bro up. You don't really want to wake him after he came home at just 5 last night. This night? Anyway, that'd be just rude af.

You check the fridge and find an unsprising nothing among a lot of shit that doesn't really need to be in a fridge. You briefly wonder if strawberry lube has any vitamins, but then you decide to check the rest of the kitchen first. You find a half-full cereal box in one of the cupboards, but decide to forego the milk under the sink. Who knows if that's even still good.

With the bowl filled to the brim with pure cereal, you try to abscond back into your room, some of the cereals dropping and joining the leftover chips on the floor as Bro calls - or rather groans - out to you. "Dave, 'sat you? Shouldn't you be at school?" You stop dead in your tracks. "I'm... I'm going after breakfast." "Good." He sits up and stretches. "Cause, you know, if you don't go they're gonna yell at me again." You feel weird. Something must be up. "I'm going," you say and want to head for your room. Don't want Bro to get pissed. "Wait a sec" he says though, and you wait. "They, uh, want you to talk with some brain doc or something. I know that's bullshit but just do as they say so they get off my back, alright."

This feels very wrong. But if it's anything like all their bills, Bro is probably already on the 'last warning' for that matter, so you're not going to object. "Alright."

As usual, class is boring af. You try your best to keep up with taking notes, but it doesn'tesn't help that you can hardly read the chalkboard from your almost back row seat. You asked Bro exactly once if you should maybe get glasses. He said nah, you're gonna be just fine. You asked if it's because you guys don't have the money for prescription glasses. He said nah, you just gotta train your eyes more. (It's probably because of the money.)

Her seat is empty again. Kinda unfair. Sure, if you miss some days in school you gotta go see a therapist, but she can hole up out in the forest all week long. Well no one can blame her, the kids been calling her crazy, and no one wants to stay around that. Man, how you'd love to be there right now instead of school. Just lock up the crazies in a cabin in the woods, nothing that could go wrong ever. You really miss seeing her always chipper face around though.

Your triple BBF (Best Bro Forever™, baby’s first gay panic included) is in the process of getting chewed out. Turns out the teacher doesn't find sitting down on a couple of thumbtacks so funny. Yeah, that's probably gonna mean at least a week of detention. The girl next to you just sighs. "To the surprise of absolutely no one, that was a abysmal idea."

As to be expected, at the end of the day, one of your teachers hands you a bunch of informational papers and flyers and an appointment that you agree to so he can stop that pain the ass kinda concerned look.

A couple days later you have your first appointment. The sign looked equal parts fancypants and sterile, with a touch of being outdated by at least two centuries. Kinda exactly how you expected psycho docs to be. All the horror movies had been right and people that claim otherwise are obviously wrong.

You actually try to be on time for once, but because you got no concept of time you still manage to be a good half an hour late. With any luck he already left, but- Nope, turns out he's still in. Must be a dedicated guy.

You enter the office and are immediately hit with the weirdest deja vu. There were a few of those these last days. The air smelled like an antiques store with lots of old people's tablecloths and puppets (god knows you've seen enough of those in your short life). The office looked a bit like it too. No dolls, no, but the furniture fit the sign at the door for sure.

Thick shutters kept the increasingly early darkness out. If it wasn't for the tall grandfather clock ticking in an corner, it would be hard to guess the time in here, like some weird little time bubble. The room was only lit by a dim lamp on the desk. It was way too dark, even for your sensitive eyes, and you need to take of your shades to avoid that headache to get any worse.

The calendar on the wall was one of those funky typical doctors calendars with a slider for the day. October... 10? Guess that's right. Across the room, opposite of the door, is the desk, a small pale bald man sitting behind it. He'd probably correct you and say it is shaved, but it's more fun to think of him as old and bald.

A cheesy gold sign on the table read his name. 'Dr. J. Hamilton, Pharm.D., M.D., Ph.D.' Same as on the sign and the business cards. Geez. You wonder if that guy is hiding any more credentials he could tack onto that if there was any more room on the sign. You also wonder why a guy with so many credentials has to play discount therapist for a public school. You just don’t trust like that.

"Good evening, Dave" he said without looking up from the file on his desk he is writing. You freeze. "How do you-" "Know your name? It's in your file." He looks up at you. "Please take a seat." You sit down as told, way too awkward for your liking, but you try your best to not let on how off you feel. He carefully puts his pen away, sorts everything properly into the file and then places it into a cabinet next to the desk. After he's done, he folds his hands on the desk and looks at you, not a single shift on his face. " So, Dave, why don't you tell me something about yourself."

He continued the next hour and the following sessions asking obviously probing questions about you and your life and you're really not feeling it, so you just give dismissive one sentence answers. And yet he somehow manages to twist this into increasingly uncomfortable assumptions and more questions. Admittedly, some of them really make you think. Too much for your liking.

Eventually you get to the fifth and last appointment, finally. You've spent most of the time just staring at the wall to the side, just hoping this is over soon. "Do you ever wish you could help her?" You shrug. "Why should I? She's fine." "Out there all alone?" "What's so bad about that?" He takes a note. Urgh. "Does that mean you'd rather live alone too?" "You're not gonna get me away from Bro" you say, and almost immediately regret it.

"Should we want to?" he asks, in the most disgusting fakely innocuous way. You just glare at him, then stare back at the wall. Fuck this, fuck all of that. You must look like the biggest loser to him. And worst case you might even get Bro into trouble.

He stares at you, still waiting for an answer, but when he realizes he won't get any, he continues to probe. "What's that now? Do you regret saying that? Too bad you can't turn back time, right-

#backstory #2 #ooc

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October 2018 in Review

October was way more hectic than I thought it would be and I didn’t watch as many movies as I usually do. I spent a week in Korea (a post about my visit to the Korean Film Archive will be up soon!) And I was motivated to watch a lot of new movies (a.k.a. was on a long-haul flight).

You may have already heard the news, but the irreplaceable Filmstruck is shuttering this month after two wonderful years. Fair warning: I’ll probably spend a good deal of this month (November) trying to watch as many new-to-me movies in my queue as I can. I think I’ll try and write them up quickly over on my letterboxd, we’ll see!

Also, though The Vamps was intended to be an October series, the month’s general hecticness meant I didn’t get the final essay finished before the end of the month. So, in November, you all have that post to look forward to. (See if you can guess who it is! Hint: she’s a Dane.)

The reviews below are essentially transcriptions of the notes I took right after watching the films. They’re presented in the order in which I watched them.

Enough blathering, on to the movies. BELOW THE JUMP!

Dolls (1987)

29 May 1987 | 77 min. | Color

As a long-time devotee of the Band family’s productions, I’m always down for a Band film I haven’t seen. (When I was a kid, we probably spent a dozen times what it would have cost to buy Pet Shop (1994) renting it from Dollar Video.)

Yes, I did talk about haunted doll movies in my last roundup but this one was more fun, okay? The cast of characters are a great larger-than-life assortment of weirdos. I wish that 1980s English punks would just keep popping up in horror films after the 1980s. I particularly liked the performance of the little girl’s father. In most other movies, it would be a terrible performance, but in Dolls, it’s pitch perfect.

Dolls is a fairytale story that creates the atmosphere of a child’s viewpoint. The dolls are scary and do scary things, but, of course, they can be reasoned with.

As with many Full Moon movies, Dolls had a great balance of scares and campy humour. The doll designs are gross and fun–especially their wet, bloodshot eyes.

Dolls is a great choice for someone who watched a lot of Are You Afraid of the Dark? growing up and wants a “grown-up” version of that.

Funland (1987)

16 October 1987 | 98 min. | Color

After watching Dolls on Amazon Prime, this film was recommended. From the plot description and the featured image, we expected a fun slasher film. And, with William Windom (who I’m pretty sure took time off of Murder, She Wrote to make this movie!!!) in the cast, we couldn’t resist. What we got was… a… comedy? I guess?

There’s no doubting that there are some talented performers in this movie, but it’s just not funny. The only reason I’m writing about Funland at all is that it’s a good example of the kind of cheesy movie where you can see what could have been a good (or at least more interesting) movie underneath the movie that was actually made.

How exactly do you think: “I’m gonna make a movie about a killer clown fighting mobsters!” and then come up with this movie? I wrote a much longer complaint but, I won’t subject you to it. In short, Funland doesn’t execute its plot very well.

I definitely wouldn’t recommend this one. However, I am curious if any Atlanta natives have feelings about this movie? It seems like it features a lot of locals.

Flying Air Canada

The movie below are what I watched on my plane journeys to and from Seoul. I was flying Air Canada and I need to rant for a sec before moving on to my thoughts on the films.

There are a lot of reasons why captions (or subtitles, if you’re British) are necessary. They’re needed by lots of people, including people who aren’t d/Deaf or hard of hearing. If you want to learn more about why captions are good Jessica Kellgren-Fozard has you covered.

Personally, I have sensory processing disorder (SPD). This prompts me to have captions on when I watch most things. At home, I do this because not every movie or TV show I watch has decent sound mixing. It seems to be an art a lot of film/video makers are neglecting nowadays. Ho hum. I keep captions on so I don’t need to constantly change the volume. On a plane, my SPD is significantly worse because the noise of the plane is so loud that there’s little to no chance of me catching dialogue without raising the volume too high for my own comfort. Unlike the airlines I travel on within the US, Air Canada’s captioned offerings are practically nonexistent. That’s why so many of the movies I ended up watching were foreign-language (or ASL) films–they came with English subtitles.

Now, Air Canada, listen: Most of the movies you had on offer are definitely available with captions elsewhere. Even in theaters they likely had open-caption screenings. What is the deal? Seriously.

Anyway, sometimes I take for granted that we do some things right in America.

Okay, back to movies.

Mary Shelley (2017)

9 September 2018 | 120 min. | Color

This film didn’t have captions, which honestly might have weighed negatively on my experience of it. I was excited to see Mary Shelley. Mary and Percy Shelley are two of my absolute favorite literary historical figures and I love their work. This movie was a let down. It seemed like it was meant to be a character piece but the characters felt more like types than people. Also, don’t get me wrong here: I give no ground to fuckboys, but the depiction of Percy Shelley felt particularly oversimplified.

A Quiet Place (2017)

9 March 2018 | 90 min. | Color

Everybody raving about this movie was totally right. Definitely check it out if you haven’t already. Even if you’re not big on horror, it’s worth a shot.

How Long Will I Love U (2018)

18 May 2018 | 101 min. | Color

Scrolling through Air Canada’s film options, I got the feeling that time-travel romance is pretty popular right now in China and Korea? I think I picked the right one to watch in How Long Will I Love U. The premise put me in mind of The Lake House (2006), a movie I don’t like but can never resist watching when it’s on TV. This movie is a lot better than The Lake House. The premise is pretty cool and the plot is spurred on by a proper sci-fi concept. The leads are very cute together. I love that the main characters both kinda suck but become better people in getting to know one another. The special effects are good looking, conceptually fun, and not excessive.

I highly recommend this one. It’d probably be a great date movie or a Friday-night-with-some-Chunky-Monkey-and-a-cuddly-pet movie.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable — Chapter 1 (2017)

4 August 2017 | 119 min. | Color

Listen. I have friends who are big fans of the JoJo manga and anime. I have never read any of the manga and couldn’t get past the first episode of the anime. That said, when I saw Takashi Miike directed this live-action adaptation of a story arc in the multi-generational JoJo series, I hit that play button right fast. Then, to my surprise, I enjoyed it! I often struggle with the visuals in live-action adaptations of anime and manga, but I loved how Diamond is Unbreakable played with the characters’ unique styling and design. The superhero-like story drew me in a lot faster than the anime and might just get me to look into some of the manga.

This movie might be a hard sell for a lot of people but if you wanna see something that’s out there and imaginative with supernatural overtones, Diamond is Unbreakable might be fun for you. Don’t worry–it’s easy to follow even if you don’t know who Joseph Joestar is. (Yes, that really is a character’s name.)

Un Traductor / A Translator (2018)

19 January 2018 | Color

I had no idea that following the Chernobyl disaster, some of the victims were sent to Cuba for medical treatment. I also had no idea that the program continued until 2011?! So, Un Traductor was a modern history lesson for me! Un Traductor is a model film for propaganda filmmaking–and I mean that in a fully complimentary way. The film does an admirable job of communicating how life for Cubans changed with the fall of the Soviet Union and how they adjusted to persevere.

You can probably gather from what you just read that this isn’t a fun watch, but it’s worthwhile if you have any interest in modern Cuban history.

A Casa Tutti Bene / There is No Place Like Home (2018)

14 February 2018 | 105 min. | Color

I don’t have a lot to say about this one frankly. It’s a decent family dramedy. Massimo Ghini and Sabrina Impacciatore both turn in good performances. *shrugs in Italian*

That’s all for this month’s roundup! Are you all ready for Noirvember? How about Kicksgiving? If you’re a Filmstruck subscriber, what are you marathoning this month?

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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 25

Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 25 - A Steve x OFC fanfiction

author: jrubalcaba

featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Rogers x Steve Rogers

word count: 3911 words

rating: PG

warnings: nightmare, medical emergency, scary shit

A/N: Thanks to @suz-123 for letting me write for Alice and thanks to @celeb-fest for being my beta.

Can anybody spot the guest appearance in this chapter?

Day 250: I was still on lockdown, but I couldn’t complain. I had brought this upon myself. Tomorrow was Christmas, my favorite holiday, and I don’t think I’ll be able to celebrate with everyone.

Steve came in our room, a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in his hands. Since I’ve been on bed rest, he has only spoken to me when asking what I wanted to eat. Which, I totally understand, but that was almost two months ago. I haven’t even heard an ‘I love you’ from him in quite some time, and that hurt the most. But, to be completely honest, I was still afraid of him, so the limited contact I had with him was fine with me.

“I brought some cookies and milk for you,” he stated, setting them down on my nightstand.

“Okay,” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

“Alright Evie, what’s wrong now?” he snapped, sitting down across from me. I looked up at him and sighed.

“Nothing, honest. I’m just afraid to do or say anything ‘cause I don’t want to make you mad again,” I whispered. He frowned, a guilty look crossing his face.

“I scared you?” he asked quietly.

“Steve, I have never been afraid of you before. Not when we met, not after I saw the Siberia footage,” I rattled off. “Possibly a tiny bit after Jersey, but now? After the counter? I’m fucking terrified.” I started to cry then, glad to finally get this off my chest. He scooted around, wrapping me in his arms and squeezing me.

“Evie, baby, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just so upset that you were in such bad shape.” He rocked us back and forth a bit. “I was actually more upset with myself for not realizing that you were hiding something from me.” I sagged against him, crying even more.

“I’m sorry for keeping it from you,” I wailed. “I just didn’t want you to worry about me.” He rubbed my back, trying to get me to calm down.

“Evie, sweetheart, you need to relax or-” he was cut off as I cried out in agony, arching my back. He helped me ride out the pain of an arm or leg pushing against my ribs. Once it had gone, I slumped back against my pillows, drained. “It’s getting worse, huh?”

“Steve, I don’t know how much more I can take. It’s like I’m being kicked apart from the inside.” Tears started to fall again as I glanced down at my stomach, the dark colors showing through my nightshirt. “And labor will be even worse. I’m not gonna survive it.” His hand came up and cradled my cheek, concern written in every line of his face.

“You’ll get through it, I promise. I can’t do this without you, baby,” he whimpered, shedding a few tears too. I reached out and wiped them away.

“You shouldn’t be crying. Strong men like you don’t cry,” I chastised, trying to steer the conversation down a lighter path. He smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Well, I’m only as strong as my queen, and right now she’s a helluva lot stronger than me.” Fucking sweet talker. I giggled, running my fingers through his beard.

“Yeah well your queen wants some cookies,” I retorted. He reached over and grabbed the plate, setting it on the bed between us. “Are these store bought or did Alice make these?” He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting my eyes.

“Store bought. Alice didn’t feel like baking cookies without you, so she took a trip.” I sighed.

“I hate the fact that I’ve missed out on so much since October. Becca’s first time trick or treating, Thanksgiving with the rest of the Team, and now I’m gonna miss out on Christmas with everyone too.” He placed a hand on my belly, rubbing it lightly. “I know it’s for a good reason, but it still sucks.” We finished the cookies and went to bed.

The next morning, I was woken up by a cold nose in my face. “Howie stop,” I grumbled. Another nose joined in, and I realized the first nose must have been Hunter’s. “Hunter, Howie, knock it off.”

Wait a minute…

My eyes shot open and I sat up. Bucky, Alice and Becca were at the foot of our bed, smiling. I looked over and Steve was smiling at me too.

“Were you all just standing there, waiting for me to wake up?” I asked, kinda creeped out. They laughed before shaking their heads.

“I figured we could do Christmas up here, or we could all go downstairs and sit around the tree,” he offered. I bit my lip, not sure what to say.

“Steve, you know I have to stay in bed. Doctor’s orders,” I reminded him. He chuckled, kissing me.

“I know. I think you can sit on the couch though, and not be breaking the rules,” he teased, winking.

“Alright, fine,” I conceded.

“Great! You guys head downstairs and I’ll help Evie get ready and bring her down,” Steve told them. The four of them left, while Steve took me to our closet and helped me get dressed. Once we were done, he carried me down the stairs. He set me down so I could walk in, letting me cling to his arm.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” I gasped in shock as I saw the whole Team standing in the living room. I looked to Steve and he grinned widely.

“You didn’t really think I would let you miss out on spending your favorite holiday with everyone, did you?” he asked, leading me to Bruce who enveloped me in his arms.

The rest of the day was amazing. I got to visit with everyone and have a wonderful time. Everyone had gotten something for the baby, so we had plenty of stuff to sort through later. Since we haven’t told anyone the gender, we got stuff for both, with receipts to return what we didn’t need.

There was so much food that we honestly couldn’t find room in our fridge for all of it, so we had to put some in Bucky and Alice’s. All too soon though everyone had to leave, which I was grateful for because I was hurting all over. All the excitement had taken a toll on me. After bidding the Barnes family goodnight, Steve carried me up to our room and I fell asleep at once.

The next few weeks flew by and suddenly, my due date was a week away. I was in nesting mode, and poor Steve was paying for it. I was having him carry me all over the house so I could clean everything. I tried my best to ignore the compulsion, but it wasn’t happening. I was even detailing all of the vehicles in my desperation to get everything ready for the birth. Nothing was off limits.

Steve’s POV

Evie’s due date is getting closer, which means that my anxiety is through the roof. She’s so weak all the time, and it’s all my fault. I got her pregnant, it’s my demon spawn that’s draining her of everything. How can she still stand to be with me, when I’ve done all of this to her?

When she showed me the bruises, evidence that I can hurt her, albeit indirectly, I snapped. Seeing the proof that she was literally being beaten apart from the inside shook me to my core. I never meant any of this to happen to her. All I wanted was to be with her and protect her from anything that could hurt her. Little did I know that I was going to be the one to put her in harm’s way.

It was a week until the due date as we were getting ready for bed. Well, I was. Evie never leaves the bed unless I help her, so all she was doing was getting comfortable. I stripped down to my t-shirt and boxers before snuggling up next to her.

“Night, baby. Love you,” I murmured in her ear.

“Night. Love you too,” she replied sleepily before soft snores began to come from her. I felt my hand being kicked, so I moved it before it woke her up. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come, glad when it finally did.

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The mission didn’t take very long, but I missed Evie something fierce regardless. My truck wasn’t even off before I was opening the door, eager to see her. As I walked through the walkway, I was met by Bucky, who looked like he was about to be sick.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” I asked, looking around for the cause of his discomfort. “Is Evie okay?” He ducked his head, avoiding my eyes. “Bucky, what the hell happened?!” I shouted, grabbing his shirt and shaking him slightly. When he still didn’t answer, I threw him out of my way, running through the house and up the stairs to our bedroom, passing members of the Team. Helen, Bruce, Alice, and Dr. Davidson were waiting at my bedroom door, looking morose. Helen and Davidson were glancing around like they were lost, their faces turning white when they saw me. Alice was sobbing into Bruce’s chest, while he looked like he’d never be happy again.

“Steve…” he croaked as I walked up. Alice, hearing my name, looked up, her face covered in tears. She stretched out her hand, collapsing into me when I reached her.

“Oh god, Steve!” she wailed, fresh tears falling. I looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, even though I had a sinking feeling I already knew. I pushed her away, walking through my bedroom door and freezing in my tracks.

There was blood everywhere.

On the bed, the floor, everywhere but where it should have been, inside of my wife.

Evie.

She was still on the bed, eyes wide open, staring but no longer seeing. Her shirt was stained red, torn open over her stomach.

Her stomach, which looked oddly deflated, but ripped apart, clearly the exit wound where all of her blood flooded out of her.

I approached our bed, not able to breathe without smelling the stench of blood and death. I glanced down and saw a tiny, blanket-wrapped bundle. As I got closer, I could see the tiniest little fingers poking out, and it was at that moment I knew that I was alone.

Evie was gone, and so was our future.

I fell to my knees, numb. After some time, minutes, hours, days, I wasn’t sure, but I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me.

“Steve?” Buck’s voice was so quiet, even I had trouble hearing him. “Steve, I’m so sorry. We weren’t home.” He took a deep breath, trying not to cry. “I promised you I’d keep her safe and I failed. I’m so sorry.” He lost it then, unable to remain strong.

Why was he crying? It’s not like it was Alice who was gone. Alice was safe and sound...and alive.

Evie wasn’t.

Evie was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

My family was gone, again. I had no one, but now, I couldn’t even count on Bucky, because he had promised to keep Evie safe, but he didn’t. I stood slowly, turning to glare at him before punching him.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” I screamed at him. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP HER SAFE! SHE’S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!” He tried to defend himself, but I got the upper hand, my anger and sorrow fueling my rage.

I took down S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA for him, became a fugitive and left the love of my life behind for him, and for what? So he could have the happy ending? What about me?

We continued to fight each other, but he wasn’t really fighting. I didn’t care, especially when we slipped and fell into a puddle of Evie’s blood. That enraged me even more, causing me to grab for his throat so I could choke the life from him.

“Do it, Steve. I deserve it. I didn’t keep her safe,” he gasped as I applied more force. “You kept Alice safe for me, but I couldn’t keep Evie safe for you.” I watched my best friend take his last breath with my hands around his throat.

His life for hers.

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I woke with a start, looking around and seeing that I was laying in bed, Evie fast asleep next to me. I listened for a moment and heard the heartbeats that have become the most amazing sound in the world to me, showing that my family was alive and safe. Relief flooded my body, allowing me to relax and find sleep once again.

Evie’s POV

I was woken up in the middle of the night by an enormous amount of pain. Something was pushing against my ribs, and I couldn’t breathe.

“Steve,” I gasped, shaking his shoulder. He barely moved, so I shook him as hard as I could. “STEVE!” He finally woke up, looking at me in annoyance.

“What’s wrong Evie?” he grumbled, closing his eyes.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I was so irritated that I punched him. That woke him up proper.

“Evie what the hell was that for?” he cried, sitting up. I glared up at him, gritting my teeth.

“There’s something wrong. I have feet in my ribs, and it feels like they’re about to break,” I sobbed. He really woke up then.

“Fuck. Do we need to go to the Tower? Do you think this is it?” He sounded so scared, and truth be told, I was too.

“I think we should go. Rather be safe than sorry,” I huffed, out of breath. He nodded before getting out of bed, putting on a pair of jeans and his shoes. He then helped me out of bed and down the stairs. We saw that Alice, Bucky, and Becca were awake and watching some animated movie in the theatre. We went to walk in, but my stomach suddenly contracted, knocking the wind out of me as I fell to the floor.

“Evie!” Steve yelled as he fell to his knees to try and catch me. Alice and Bucky ran to meet us, worry all over their faces. “Baby are you okay?” I was trying to catch my breath, but there was too much movement inside me to allow it. “Evie?”

“Hold on,” I rasped. Another contraction started, and I tensed up, holding my breath so I wouldn’t scream and scare Becca.

“Is she in labor?” Bucky asked Steve.

“Not sure. She woke up with feet trying to push her ribs apart and now she’s having contractions. We’re probably gonna head to the Tower just in case,” he explained.

“Do you want us to come with you?” Alice asked, bouncing Becca in her arms.

“If you want,” he answered her. “Buck, do you mind to help me carry her to the car? I’d do it alone, but it would be easier with help.” Bucky nodded, bending down to grab my left arm and put it around his neck, with Steve doing the same with my right. They hoisted me up and took me to the garage, loading me in the back with Steve, Becca in the middle and Alice and Bucky up front, the latter driving. We peeled out, and luck was on our side, because the highway was empty, so Buck was able to floor it.

The whole way there, I was having contractions, each one worse than the last. I also wasn’t feeling well, but I chalked that up to the amount of pain I was being put through. Thanks to Bucky’s lead foot, we got to the Tower in record time. After he parked, Bucky got out and helped Steve carry me to the elevator with Alice and Becca bringing up the rear.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, get us to Dr. Davidson now. Evie is in trouble,” Steve commanded.

“Of course Captain Rogers,” the AI complied as the elevator zoomed up to the medical floors.

“Ohhh,” I moaned as contractions continued. A sudden gush flooded my pants, dribbling down my legs.

“I think her water just broke,” Alice pointed out. Thank god.

The doors opened and we all filed out, heading straight to Dr. Davidson’s office. He met us at the door and directed us to the birthing suite. Bucky and Steve laid me on the bed and helped me get settled before nurses came, hooking me up to multiple machines and getting me ready to give birth. Dr. Davidson and Steve were off to the side, discussing what was going to be happening from here on out, but I wasn’t really paying attention. The contractions were getting stronger and I wasn’t feeling the best.

“Evie?” Dr. Davidson called. I opened my eyes and searched for him, finding him to my right with Steve next to him. “Evie, we’re going to finish getting you hooked up, and then we’re going to get this show on the road, okay?”

“Whatever you say, Doc,” I slurred as another contraction came on. Bucky, Alice and Becca went to sit on the couch while Steve came over and held my hand. I looked up at him, ready for this to be over. “I don’t wanna do this again. Please don’t make me,” I begged. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry. We’re done after this. We can adopt if we really want more kids,” he promised. Dr. Davidson came over then, pulling stirrups out for my feet.

“Alright Evie, this is all on you kiddo. Push when you feel a contraction,” he instructed. I nodded, grabbing Steve’s other hand ‘cause there was one coming. I bore down, feeling movement going in the right direction. “Good job, Evie. Keep going.” I was feeling worse with each contraction, but I knew that I was almost done, so I kept on pushing. I could feel this burning sensation, but I wanted to get it over with. “Head is crowning. Keep going you’re doing great Evie.” I pushed some more, the burning intensifying. “Head’s out! One more push and it’s here!” Davidson coached. I pushed once more and felt the baby slide the rest of the way. “It’s a boy! Time of birth, 4:13 a.m.” I was in so much pain, but it was so worth it. “Steve cut the cord.” I released Steve’s hand so he could grab the scissors and cut where Kevin pointed. One of the nurses used a bulb to suck some junk out of his mouth and then he cried.

Oh my lord. That sound was even better than hearing his heartbeat. Another contraction came, effectively distracting me.

“Okay Evie, one down, one to go.” I bore down again, ignoring the yells of shock from Bucky and Alice. More burning, more pushing. “Head’s almost out.” I pushed again, knowing I was almost there. “Come on Evie. One more push and you’re done!” I summoned every bit of strength I had and gave one last push, and it was all over. “She’s out! Time of birth 4:15 a.m.” Steve cut our daughter’s cord before I heard her start to cry. I slumped back against the pillow, everything fading to black before I had even seen my children.

Steve’s POV

I finished cutting my daughter’s cord before looking over at Evie. The joy on my face vanished as I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body go limp. In an instant, Dr. Davidson and his nurses were pushing me out the way so they could work on her. Two nurses were with the twins, getting them cleaned up, weighed and measured.

Finally, after a few moments, Dr. Davidson came to me, looking somewhat relieved.

“Captain Rogers, I’ve got good news and bad news. Good news is, we got Evie stable. Bad news is, she’s hemorrhaging, so she needs blood,” he explained to me. I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Give her whatever she needs! You don’t need my permission, just do it!” I shot back in disbelief. I can’t believe he was so calm about my wife’s life hanging in the balance.

“Captain, I will, don’t worry. There’s just a slight issue that I have to address with you first.” Bucky and Alice walked and stood next to me then, curious as to what was going on.

“Okay, Kevin, just tell me what needs to happen so my children don’t end up motherless,” I snapped at him. He scoffed at me, clearly not appreciating my brusqueness.

“She needs to have enhanced blood. It’ll help her heal faster and, she’s slowly becoming enhanced due to the sharing of blood between her and the twins across the placenta, so it would work better with her body. The problem is that, you’re not a match for her.”

“Well then, see if we are,” Alice butted in then.

“Yeah, check us out,” Bucky agreed. Davidson nodded.

“Alright, follow Suzannah here and she’ll get samples from you.” He gestured at the nurse beside him, who then smiled at Bucky and Alice before leading them out of the room.

I sat down at Evie’s side, afraid that if I left the room, something would happen and I wouldn’t make it to her in time. Minutes passed before Alice and then Buck came back.

“Hopefully one, if not both, of us match so we can save her,” he said, sitting next to me. I nodded, not sure what to say. Alice, however, had a bone to pick with me.

“Twins? Are you fucking serious?! How on earth did you keep that from us? Why would you keep that from us?” Without looking at her, I answered.

“Evie wanted to.” I could sense Alice’s fight leave her as the graveness of the situation came back.

After God knows how long, Davidson came back in the room, a slight smile on his face. Alice jumped up to meet him.

“Are we matches?!” she cried, desperation in her tone. He looked between her and Buck before answering.

“Miss Winters, you are not, but Sergeant Barnes is.” I felt my blood run cold.

It was my nightmare all over again.

Evie had lost so much blood already, and now Bucky had the opportunity to keep her safe by giving her what she needed to survive.

Would he, though?

Bucky stood and slowly walked to the doctor, his hands clenched in fists.

“What the fuck are you waiting for? TAKE MY DAMN BLOOD! I am not losing my sister!” he yelled. Davidson nodded before beckoning for Bucky to follow him out of the room. Alice, visibly relieved, sank into the chair next to me, reaching up to rub my back soothingly.

“He’s a match, Steve. Evie’s going to be okay!” She smiled brightly at me. All I could do was look at her before bursting into tears as I buried my face in her shoulder. Her body tensed up at my sudden display of affection, but she was soon hugging back, letting me soak her shirt.

Bucky, my best friend in the whole world, my brother, the man I took down HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D for, the man I became a fugitive for, was saving Evie’s life.

My family was safe, and it was all thanks to Bucky.

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A/N: Request from anon. I love the thought of vampire!Kylo so much, seriously. So… there we go. The darker the better, right? ;-)

6th October: My possession. 👤 | feat. Kylo Ren

Words: 2459 Warnings: vampire!Kylo, abduction, mentions of violence, blood play, smut, non-con

“So you must be Resistance’s new precious and yet so defenceless secret weapon.” It was a deep voice that pulled you from unconsciousness, having you moan in agony as you felt a sharp pain in your skull. That stormtrooper must have hit you harder than you had anticipated.

Blinking, you look around you. The room you were in now was only dimly lit. Metal walls surrounded your restrained form, matching the uncomfortable chair you were sitting in.

Instantly, you struggled, but no matter how much you attempted to move your weakened limbs, they remained in place.

“I’m not defenceless. And I am no secret weapon. It was you who ordered the stormtroopers to abduct me then, I assume?” Though you couldn’t see the person you were talking to, you fought to remain brave. Showing your enemies your fear would only make it worse.

“Precisely,” There was a mechanic tone to the stranger’s voice. Was he wearing a helmet? A mask? No. It couldn’t be. Not him. Please no. Feeling more and more suspicious with every second that passed, you tried to turn your head, only to cry out in pain once more. They really had beaten you up badly. But there was something else you were feeling. It was painstaking, gushing fear, boiling in your stomach.

There was this one, dangerous man the Resistance had told you about. Wearing a mask to hide his face, ruthless and cruel, a former Jedi apprentice and child of General Organa and Han Solo… and there were rumours. Terrifying rumours of him being a blood-sucking monster. Of him being a vampire.

The stranger stepped into your field of view the moment you thought his name. It was him then. Kylo Ren. You swallowed when you anxiously realised you were in deep trouble. Deadly trouble.

“You know who I am then.” He declared, fists clenched as he stared down at you. At least you presumed he was staring at you. Just as well could he have been looking at the door leading to freedom right behind your tied up body.

“W-whatever you heard about me… I’m not precious at all. I’m just a member of the Resistance. I don’t even have any useful information for you.” Biting your lower lip, you paused. Don’t show him your fear. Vampires can smell fear, can’t they? “And I wouldn’t tell you even if I did.” You added boldly.

Kylo tilted his head. “You’re so right. You’re not precious at all.” He started walking around, making you follow him with your eyes in a terrified manner. “But you see, the Resistance has one great weakness.”

Almost offended by his words, you frowned, gesturing him to continue. “And what would that weakness be?”

“They care.” He simply said.

“They care?”

“They care about what happens to their beloved ones. Most of the time, that is.” He paused, almost as if he was remembering something. “It won’t take long until a squad will be sent out to rescue you. And we… will be waiting for them. One by one, the Resistance will be wiped out.”

“You haven’t thought this through sufficiently. The Resistance isn’t stupid. They will prepare to attack you and keep their most important people close, out of your reach.” You countered, pressing your lips together to hold back the swear words you had wanted to add, however, you were pretty sure Kylo was able to hear your thoughts and thus your silent words as well anyway.

“We’ll see.” He was surprisingly calm. “Until then, you will honour us with your presence.” He mocked.

“So you’re going to keep me hostage.” You stated dryly, biting back the fear crawling through your body and clenching at your guts like fists made of steel.

“You’ll be my guest. I’ll have you escorted to my private quarters in the meantime. There is no need for you to… dwell in here.”

If you’d been in trouble before, you were now certain you were dead. If what they said about him was true… he would suck you dry. For God’s sake, you didn’t even know what your killer looked like!

“Don’t you worry, little girl. You’ll see my face soon enough.”

Kylo’s private quarters were quite impressive. They were huge, spacious and luxurious, decorated sparsely with black furniture. It was a rather depressing place than something one would call home, however, you knew that it could have been worse.

Shortly after one of the nameless stormtroopers had locked you in here, you felt an intimidating and eerie presence behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to learn who it was. How did he even get in here this quiet? You hadn’t heard the doors open.

“You’d do well to keep me alive until the Resistance shows up. If I die, your plan is ruined.” You choked out, your bravery slipping away from you with every breath you took.

“I am aware. When they arrive, they will find you fully intact.” His robotic voice informed you, showing only the hint of mockery. “Or at least… almost,”

You swallowed in an attempt to suppress your fear.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Your thoughts tell me different, little girl.” There it was again. It was like he had ignited a smouldering spark inside of you and you gritted your teeth as biting anger took over. Little girl. You doubted you’d survive this so you could just as well die with dignity, remembered as someone who fought bravely against their enemies in order to protect what’s right until the bitter end.

“I prefer being called by my name.” You spat, clenching your fists and almost copying him in the process. A small hiss echoed through the air as he breathed out slowly. He placed his gloved fingers on his helmet before he took it off.

It was hard to concentrate on his words when you caught a glimpse of his profile. Black curly hair, full lips… an almost gentle expression on his face… he was… beautiful and most of all, he didn’t look ruthless or cruel at all until you looked him in the eye. They were blood red, glowing in the dimly lit quarters. He really was a vampire. Was he stunning you already? How could you remain so calm and not scream and run away? How did you just stand there looking at him in awe, fascinated by him?

“Maybe. But to me, you’re only a Resistance soldier. My troopers and I will treat you that way.” Anonymity. It gave him a certain power. It was easier mistreating and killing people if you didn’t know them personally. Maybe deep inside, he had something like a good heart—a tainted one—but good.

He could hear your heartbeat. Of course he could, it was louder than a steam hammer and yet, hope flooded your veins.

“Then why did you bring me here?” You motioned around the dark quarters, trying to keep your hands from shaking too much.

“Do you know why my eyes are red, little girl?”

Hunger, you thought, your heart now skipping a beat.

“Yes. Hunger. Desire. I said I wouldn’t harm you… not in a conventional way, anyway. It’s been a while since I had a beautiful young woman all to myself.”

Creepily slow, he approached you, taking one step after another and circling you like he was checking what part of you would taste best. You still stood there, frozen. Had he used the Force on you? You felt so light… so worriless. Vampires who were skilled Force users certainly were the deadliest mixture. You wondered why he had chosen to turn into… this.

“Power, little girl. More power,” he replied, reading your mind once more. Finally, his gloved fingers touched your neck, brushing the (Y/H/C) curtain of your hair out of the way to expose your sensitive skin.

He inhaled deeply when you flinched, taking in the smell of your body.

“I can’t move,” you whispered, your eyes filling up with tears. Gone was your bravery, gone was the wish to die with dignity. You were downright scared. Would it hurt? Him sucking your blood out of your body, draining you, weakening you? “Why can’t I move?”

“Because I don’t want you to,” Kylo muttered. His hot breath collided with your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, his full lips brushed against neck, causing you to flinch once more. It was an atrocious feeling—your body tingling and trembling to no avail.

“Lie down on the bed.” He suddenly ordered. Of course. You would lie down on the bed, you would obey him… your limbs, now tickling you with their own willpower again, didn’t give his command a second thought.

Without hesitation, you moved over to the huge king-size bed and slid onto the black silken sheets. A comfortable bed. He must sleep like a prince every night. Or day… but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to bolt the room, flee from his clutches, his sharp fangs, the red blood lust in his eyes…

Kylo licked his lips. A strangely arousing gesture as he took in your whole body, lying there on full display just for his pleasure and thirst.

It was when he finally climbed on the bed to hover above your hips and grabbed the hem of your dark pants to tear them off, you finally let out a silent scream.

“No! No, please!”

Was he going to rape you?!

“My cock won’t go near that pretty pussy of yours, little girl. I merely want a taste of you,” he whispered hoarsely. Impatiently, he ripped your panties off your body, exposing your cunt to him. You blushed. Despite everything that had happened to you today, you blushed, your cheeks turning red and hot under his scrutinising gaze. He was looking at your most intimate parts and he had no right to at all. No man had ever seen your sex and now, Kylo Ren was glancing down at it as if it was some kind of tempting piece of chocolate cake.

Eagerly, he pushed your legs apart, ordering you not to move as you began to struggle. Immediately, you stilled.

What would he do? What would he… oh.

You gasped when you felt his lips on your thigh, working its way to the inside with a steady pace. He wasn’t gonna touch you there with his mouth, was he? He’d said he was hungry. Hungry for… for… for what?!

“Be a good little girl for me,” he murmured against your thigh. “Then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

What?! How would you cum from this? You were absolutely terrified!

“Please, no, stop, I… ahh!” Yelling out in pure agony, your eyes widened when you felt the sharp pain cursing through your thigh and spreading in your whole leg.

Kylo had sunken his teeth, his pointy fangs, into the inside of your right thigh, sucking and licking and drinking everything you gave him. Blood was dripping from the wound right into his mouth as he swallowed with relish, closing his blood red eyes.

You still couldn’t move but only endure the torture until it ended. How long would it take until the Resistance would save you? Would they come at all to take the risk?

But there was something else filling up your body. Something warm, something relaxing, with jolts of thrills shooting right… between your legs?!

You… you were getting wet! Your cunt was throbbing, dripping within seconds and growing hotter with every sip of blood he took. Was he doing this to you? Was he luring your body into arousal? What for?

When Kylo retreated, you breathed in sharply at the loss of his warm mouth on your skin, leaving you trembling and shaking in pleasure, your fear wiped from existence, even when you saw your blood staining his lips and dropping from the corners of his mouth.

“Blood tastes delightful when the source is afraid but it tastes even better when it’s aroused.” He explained. He was still hovering between your legs, his breath blowing gently on your glistening folds. They were, along with your needy clit, begging for attention.

“I-I’m n-not a-ar-aroused,” you stuttered in an attempt to sound defiant, your voice shaking so much you struggled to breathe properly. You didn’t even believe yourself but right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel something like shame. You needed relief. Somehow, anyhow!

“Yes, you are, little girl. I can see you soaking for me.” You screamed in surprise when he suddenly pressed his mouth on your sex, sliding his tongue over your slit up to your little nub where he rested for a while before lapping up some of your juices to use them as lubricant.

Soon, he was eating you furiously, sucking and nibbling at your clit, massaging your folds with his teeth, biting you gently and fucking you with his tongue. You could feel his sharp fangs scratching against your slick flesh, the coolness of his inhaling, the hotness of his exhaling. Your blood was spread all over your pussy now, only adding to your arousal as he allowed you to move your hands to clench at the black silken bed sheets beneath you. You were climbing the ladder of climax, the knot in your stomach tightening with every stroke of his luscious tongue.

No. No, you couldn’t possibly… you moaned.

“I know you want to cum. You can’t suppress it. Cum! Cum for me, little girl.”

Your orgasm rippled through you like electricity, surging you from the inside out. It was like a bonfire burning between your legs as you pulsated, throbbed and clenched around his tongue, your walls milking it relentlessly until you saw stars.

Half an eternity later, so it seemed, you finally came down from your high, a panting and sweating mess underneath him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, retreating from between your legs to lie down beside you. He wasn’t controlling you anymore, however, there was no strength left in you to escape. So you simply lay there, limply, letting him pull you into his arms. His eyes… were back to normal. A deep brown that let you see a brokenness he tried to hide from the world.

Thinking about it made you tired… so tired… so weak. You fought to stay awake, though your mind was clouded and your head seemed to be surrounded by white cotton candy, numbing all of your senses. Was it the blood loss? The intensity of your climax?

“You taste ravishing, little girl. I might just keep you as my toy. Supreme Leader Snoke would approve on something to vent my spleen on after training.” He murmured, shortly before you drifted off to sleep, relieved and defeated.

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