Note: Violence. Torture. Blood. Beginnings of smut.
“She was a monster, but she was my monster.” - Jeanette Winterson
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
You followed behind Negan as best as you as he lead the way down to the cells.
Your leg was still bothering you, but you were managing to brush the pain off, not wanting to fall behind and have Negan get annoyed with you because you couldn’t keep up.
Ocassionally, he would slow down, looking back to make sure you were still close behind him with an expressionless look on his face.
You made sure you kept up with him the rest of the way.
Once you got down to the familiar corridor, you saw Dwight standing.outisde of the door, guarding it.
“Open that fucker up.” Negan said pointing Lucille at the door to the small room Randy was in.
Dwight nodded and took a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.
“Dwight, why don’t you go check on Daryl. I’m sure he could be put to some fuckin’ use today.” Negan said motioning his head towards the outside door.
Dwight looked to you then back and Negan, “Sure, boss.” He said as he headed for the door.
You walked up the the door next to Negan, getting eager to go in, “Well?” You asked, looking back to him.
Negan smirked and put his hand on the doorknob, “Relax, darlin’. That fucker isn’t going anywhere. Besides, before I fuckin’ forget, I have something of yours.”
“What?” You said curiously as you looked back at him.
He adjusted Lucille on his shoulder as he looked at you and reached a hand down into the waistband of his pants.
You sighed and started to roll your eyes at him, thinking he was about to be very innapropriate, “Negan..”
He chucked and shook his head, “Trust me darlin’, I fuckin’ wish it was that, but it’s not.” He said as he pulled out a gun, handing it over to you, “I think this sweet ass eagle belongs to you.”
You took it from his hands, smiling as you bit your lip, looking down at the desert eagle.
You were happy to have it back, it was your prized possession.
This gun was to you as Lucille was to Negan.
“Fuck. You found it?” You said happily, pulling out the magazine to see it was loaded.
Negan nodded, “Yeah, it was found when the boys emptied the goddamn camp of supplies.”
“Glad it was found. Figured i’d never see it again.” You said, sticking it down into your own waistband.
Negan bit his lip as he looked you up and down, “Gotta fuckin’ say I’m glad to see it back. Seeing you with a weapon makes it hard to not wanna fuck you.” He said as he walked up closer to you, looking down at you.
You looked back up to him with a smirk as he backed you up into the wall.
“Damn, I didn’t know that’s all it took.” You smiled.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ take much at all for me to wanna fuck your brains out, darlin’.” He growled seductively, licking his lips.
You could feel your body temperature rise at his words, and you took in a deep breathe as you were getting turned on my his intimidating presence over you.
You both stared at each other, the sexual tension was was always obvious between the both of you.
It had become a normal thing between the two of you.
He had a dark look in his eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
And you always knew that when he gave you that look, he wanted to throw you down and screw you until you couldn’t stand.
You bit your lip, and made yourself snap out of your lustful staring contest with him.
You turned your head to the door, “We going in?”
He cleared his throat and backed up, putting his hand on the doorknob again, “You fuckin’ ready for this, darlin’?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” You said plainly as you shifted your eyes to him.
He licked his lips, giving you a wink as he pushed the door open and walked in first, turning on the light to the room.
“Rise and fuckin’ shine, asshole.” Negan taunted with a proud smile as he prowled into the room, much like the way a wold does when it stalks it’s prey.
But you always found that to be sexy about Negan, he could command a room without talking. Simple movement he did coukd strike fear into the hearts of people, but all it did for you was make you want him even more.
You walked in behind him and saw Randy sitting on the ground, his knees were brought up to his chest and he had been stripped of his clothes.
He had a chain around his midsection and neck, you could tell they were cutting into him.
You smiled to yourself, now he was experiencing what you had to go through.
You knew this had to be Negan’s idea, he wanted Randy to suffer like you had, but Negan wanted to make it ten times worse on him, and you had no complaints over that.
He looked up at the both of you, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable.
It seemed that Negan had found a way to get his anger out.
Negan gave him a menacing smile as he stood over him, and Randy didn’t dare speak a word.
“Figured I’d bring the lovely wife in here for a little fuckin visit.” Negan smiled, as he stood over him.
Randy blinked and looked over to you evily, “How’s that leg, sweetheart?”
You gritted your teeth and limped forward to face him.
He smiled as he saw the damage that he and Mark caused.
Negan seeing this, gave him a swift kick to the stomach, making Randy bend over, sucking in a pained breathe.
“I wouldn’t fuckin’ find it amusing if I were you, you little prick.” Negan growled, leaning over him, holding Lucille behind him.
You smirked, “It’s cool, Negan.”
He looked back to you with a scowl on his face, “Not in my fuckin’ book, darlin’.”
You nodded and approached Randy closer as he lifted his head up to you, “Bitch, you should be dead.”
Negan tightened his grip on Lucille as he towered over Randy, you held a hand out to him, signaling him not to do anything.
He let out a grunt as he looked over to you, and shook his head, not wanting to back down, but doing it anyway.
“Yeah, I probably would be dead if someone more qualified tried to kill me.
You’re a fuckin’ pussy.” You said, looking down at him.
He smiled and leaned back against the wall, “Pussy.. That’s funny, last time I checked I was almost inside yours.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly lifted your good leg up and slammed your boot down into his bare crotch.
He let out a loud gasp and clenched his jaw and squirmed, trying to get you off of him.
Negan laughed and clapped his hands on Lucille.
“Goddamn, look at her!” He praised you as he leaned back against the wall.
“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Randy said through gritted teeth.
“Maybe I am. What’s wrong, you don’t like this? Do you feel violated, Randy?” You asked, giving him a sinister smile.
You were starting to feel the familiar urge to see some blood.
You reached down to pull your gun from your waistband and finally pulled your foot off him.
Randy grabbed onto himself tightly and made more groans of pains before he looked up to you with the gun.
“So what, you’re gonna kill me?” He growled in a pained voice.
You cooked the gun and shook your head slowly, “With this gun? No.”
You aimed it at his leg and let out a shot.
The sound of it range out loudly through the room, making your ears ring, but you didn’t pay it much attention.
Randy screamed and grabbed onto his leg as the blood began to pour out.
“SHIT! BITCH!” He bellowed out, gripping his leg tightly.
Negan walked up to you, rubbing one of his ears and smiled, “Shit darlin’, you could have gave me a goddamn fuckin’ warning.”
“Here’s your warning.” You said quickly as you pulled the trigger, shooting Randy in his other leg.
His screams of pain were even louder now as he rocked back and forth, knocking his head into the walk and cursed you each time he did.
You smiled in satisfaction, torturing someone who had caused you so much pain was becoming an amazing feeling.
You almost understood why Negan did such things.
Negan smiled as he licked his lips and gripped your shoulder, “Damn. You see this shit, Randy?”
Randy didn’t pay any attention, he was beginning to panic with the blood pooling on the floor, and he breathed heavily.
Negan grimaced and reached down to grab him by the face, “I said do you fuckin’ see this shit, motherfucker?!”
Randy nodded violently as Negan had a tight grip on his face, digging his fingers into his already black eye.
“Good. You should fuckin’ watch, I know you can definitely fuckin’ feel this goddamn shit. I know I’m enjoying the fuck out of watching her fuck your world up.” Negan spat, as he pushed Randy’s head violently against the wall.
Negan backed up and slung Lucille over his shoulder, “This is what the fuck happens when you disobey every goddamn rule that has been fuckin’ set in place. You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for everything you’ve done and especially for the shit you’ve done to her.” He said as he clenched his jaw, pointing to you.
You walked over to Negan and put your hands on his chest and he looked back down at you, licking his lips, “ Yes, babydoll?”
You bit your lip, “I need to borrow something of yours.”
You ran your hands down his chest, he smirked as your hands got lower.
You felt the cool leather of his jacket under your fingertips.
You could hear Randy still breathing heavily behind you, gasping for air.
Your got down to Negan’s belt and ran a hand across it to side.
Negan bit his lip, keeping his eyes on you.
You smiled back up to him as your hand reached the handle of the large hunting knife Negan always kept at his side.
You pulled it slowly out of the sheath and Negan breathed in as he watched you, you could tell liked watching you be so ruthless.
“I’ll give it back.” You said in a low tone.
“Take all the fuckin’ time you want.” He said, cutting his eyes to you.
You turned back to Randy and kneeled down, ignoring the pain in your leg as you did so.
His eyes met your and they were glossy and pupils were dilated from the trauma.
You smiled at him.
“I really hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” You said, rolling your eyes, gripping onto the knife.
“Go fuck yourself.” He grunted, trying to spit at you, like you had done him.
You dodged it just in time and nodded your head as you kept looking at him.
You gripped the knife tight and sighed before plunging it between his legs.
The next set of screams that came from his mouth were nothing like the ones from earlier, they were almost primal as he writhed against the wall.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan called out in surprise, you could tell that was something he never expected, as he leaned against the wall letting out a laugh, “Never have I fuckin’ ever seen any shit quite like that.”
You plunged the knife in deeper and Randy could barely move he was frozen where he was, in total shock.
Blood was pouring all over the floor now as Randy gasped uncontrollably.
“Does that hurt? Because I hope it does.” You said, as you spit on him.
You pulled the knife out of him and he screamed even more as it continued cutting him, once it was out you used his leg to wipe off the blood from it.
You tried to stand up as best you could and Negan took a hand under your arm to help pull you the rest of the way up.
“Fuck darlin’, I think you nearly cut his goddamn dick off.” Negan said with a playful sneer as he pointed to Randy with the bat.
“Good enough.” You said as you stuck the back into the sheath on his side, “I’m done. Are you gonna a let him bleed out or what?”
He shook his head, “Fuck no. Lucille wants a turn. She’s fuckin’ thirsty today.” He said holding the bat up to his face.
You smiled and backed up in the other side of the wall, you had seen how violently Negan used Lucille, so you knew to give him as much space as needed.
Randy was still managing to hang on, but seemed to be getting weak, so Negan had to make his move quick, and he did waste any time.
He stood of Randy with a wicked smiled, “This might fuckin’ hurt.” He said happily as he raised Lucille and brought her down on his head with a great force.
You had never sent him put that much force into a blow from Lucille.
Negan began to get angry all over again as he based Randy’s head in, his skull splitting open to reveal the insides.
The crossed your arms against the wall, there had been times where it had been somewhat hard to watch Negan use lucille, but this wasn’t on of those times, you watched with complete interest, but after what this man had done to you and what he wanted to do to Negan, it actually made you happy to see him have such a horrible demise.
If anybody every deserved this kind of treatment, it was him.
After about 20 rage filled blows, Negan finally quit, he backed of him, grunting and sweaty.
He slicked his now messy hair back with a bloody hand and breathed heavy, putting Lucille on his shlukder, he turned to you and you both locked in a stare.
It was weird, but you coukd feel that usual sexual,tension reach a peek, you both stared at each other, breathing heavily.
You balled you fist as you looked back at him, filled with lust and he stared back in the same manner.
It was a scenario that shouldn’t have turned either of you on, but it did.
Negan rushed up to you, pushing you back against the wall, pushing his lips into yours and sticking his tongue in your mouth as you bit back at him, kissing eachother roughly, he grabbed the side of your face - a little too roughly- but you didn’t care. It was beginning to feel good.
He bit at your lip, letting his free hand, roam over your body before it found the edge of your shirt and he began to go under your shirt, feeling the warmness of his skin on yours made small moan escape your lips.
He grunted and pulled back to look at you, “Fuckin’ follow me, now.” He said in a seductive growl.
You nodded obidiently, and followed behind him out of the room, you made sure to close the door, leaving the bloody mess behind and out of tour thoughts.
“What about that mess?” You said, looking at him as he had a grip on your shoukder, pulling you with him.
You had forgotten about your leg and could still feel the pain, but not wanting to fall behind.
“Fuck it. It’s Dwight’s. That’s not what’s on my goddamn mind right now.” He growled again, shifting his eyes to you, roaming over your body.
He took you back out into the yard and over to the armory storage where all the weapons were kept, he pushed the door open to it, where a few of the men were putting new weapons away, they all looked to Negan and started to kneel as they saw him.
“Get the fuck out.” Negan said in a hasty tone, gripping onto your shoulder.
“But we haven’t finished.” One of them men protested, putting a gun away.
Negan walked in and narrowed his eyes, “I said your down for fuckin’ now. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn inventory.”
The man nodded quickly and he and the other men left the room fast.
Negan slammed the door shit and put Lucille on one of the shakes before lifting you up onto a table in the middle of the room, spreading your legs to get himself between them as he pulled onto your short, planting rough kisses onto your nwck, you ripped his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex each time he moved. You bit your lip as he ran his tongue lightly over the spot on your neck where the chain had bruised you, it felt amazing.
You groaned as he ran a hand under your shirt and you placed a hand on his chest.
“Negan, literally everyone will probably hear this.” You said, stopping him momentarily.
He breathed and licked his lips, “Then try to be fuckin’ quiet, darlin’. But shit, I fuckin’ love hearing those fuckin’ moans you make, and that they know I’m fuckin’ the hell out of you.” He grolwed, crashing his lips to yours.
“Fuck it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and pulled him closer to you.
Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.
my two favorite things to draw are tsuna and reborn i cannot explain it and i have no excuse,,
IIB reborn can’t actually go into DWM or even manifest flames physically aside from shooting it out of a gun. but he can make his eyes glow a bit for Enhanced Vision. otherwise does not reflect any light at all. not even if you shine a flashlight into his eyes. they truly are the abyss that gazes back.
‘mocking’ is his default expression. it’s probably just the way his eyebrows work now. (well, that’s what he’ll use as an excuse.)
Raptora is cold in her hands. The blade
shines with black blood, her blackened fingers cracking and bleeding into the
night, her mother’s bow tight around her chest, the string digging into her
flesh through her shirt. The ground draws dizzyingly close, the wind screaming
past her, tugging at her clothes and lashing at her hair and face – either in
derision or desperation she cannot tell. The world tilts sickeningly, twisting
so one moment she is gazing into the abyss of a smoke-choked sky, the next a
demon infested city until all she can focus on are the words on her sword. The
words of her family – a prayer, or a promise.
The words come to her lips, but
not in the smooth lyricality of her mother tongue, but the rough, course husk
of Ancient Argan.
“The stars our destination.”
At once, Raptora bursts into flame. She gives a
cry of shock – a shrill scream which is stolen by the laughing wind – and tries
to let go of the hilt. But her fingers refuse to move, locked in place with
magic or fear she cannot tell. The sword begins to vibrate, thundering and
burning brilliantly with orange and blue flames: they lick at her fingers and
arm and she realises the flames are not hurting her. Indeed, they heal her
wounds, sealing the cracks in her skin, snapping at her shirt and expanding,
filling the air around her.
A voice not her
own surges across the fabric of her mind: at once ancient and young, timeless
but somehow innocent.